thepokyone

[thepokyone]

my response to bully anon: jem never has to worry about rejection since she's already at your mom's house all night 😇

anon can you come send me some hate too so I can laugh at you and make fun of you publicly on tumblr,,, pls it's my dream to be bullied on this hellsite 🥺👉👈

MY BEST FRIEND 🫶🏼🙏🏼

#ride or die type beat #someone bully me pls #I need some spice in my life

[thepokyone]

#happy valentine's day #i am once again single

[thepokyone]

Hey could I request a Loki x female reader? The team are used to the single guys showing up once in a while with a date for the night. But they were surprised when Loki shows up with a petite little thing clinging to his hand going to his room. Next morning she’s still there having breakfast with him, smiling and little giggles between the two of them. But Stark being Stark makes a comment about getting the whore out of the building before the next mission. This infuriated Loki because she isn’t a whore, she’s his girlfriend he decided to finally introduce to the team.

Hey friend! Thanks for the request, I just posted so I hope you enjoy it!

In Defense of Honor

#request #loki x reader

[thepokyone]

In Defense of Honor

Pairing: Loki x fem!Reader (ft. Thor, Clint, Natasha, and Tony)

Warnings: mostly fluff, use of wh*re

Words: 1.3k

A/N: Hello, and welcome to the magical world of "post-2012 Avengers + Loki all live in the tower together". I want to live in this reality. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this anon request!

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Despite Loki's continued assurances that the team would love you, you sounded worried.

"Absolutely certain," Loki said, squeezing your hand. "If you'd prefer, we can just say hello to Thor before making our escape and you can meet the rest in the morning."

"I don't know," you said dubiously, clearly rethinking the entire thing. "I mean, it's the Avengers. It's no big deal when it's just you, or Thor, but this is Captain America, Iron Man, Hawkeye!"

"Not sure I like what you're implying, darling," Loki said breezily, laughing when you elbowed him lightly in the side. "Trust me, hmm? The only one disliked there will be me."

You let out a loud sigh. "Okay. We can say hello, but then we're watching movies as promised."

"Seems a fair deal to me," Loki said. It was only when the two of you were in the elevator that he spoke again. "I think I must mention that the Avengers, outside of Thor of course, do not know that you exist. I kept it that way for your privacy, considering Stark's tendencies, but as a result…" he waved his hands around. "They will be surprised."

"I think I prefer that," you said thoughtfully, much to Loki's relief. "And I appreciate you trying to protect my privacy. That's really sweet of you."

"I would do more for less, darling," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. The elevator chimed softly as it stopped and your grip around his hand tightened as the door slid open.

"Brother! Y/N!" Thor bellowed, greeting both of you with a large smile. "I saw you standing outside. Almost flew you up myself, if you had lingered any longer."

"Yes, how fortunate for all involved that the elevator was available," Loki drawled, a fond smile tugging at the corners of his mouth even as he rolled his eyes.

Thor laughed. "You think he would have stabbed me, Y/N?"

"Probably," you said, laughing too. You had always said that Thor's booming laughter was infectious. Thor's good humor meant he was always a draw for people and you were no different, though Loki would always boast that he was your favorite. You didn't kiss Thor, after all (no matter that Loki would kill his brother for such an offense, not that Thor would ever try such a thing).

"Who's this?" Natasha asked. Clint was shortly behind her, eating an apple.

"This is Y/N," Loki said. "Y/N, this is-"

"The Black Widow," you said, looking a little starstruck. You left his side to shake her hand. "It's so nice to meet you."

"You too," Natasha said, looking faintly confused by the whole exchange and the smile on Loki's face. "Just Natasha is fine."

"Cool," you said, nodding.

"I'm Clint," said the famous archer, shaking your hand too. "You and Loki, huh?"

"Yeah, over six months now," you said.

"Huh." Clint's eyes flicked back and forth between the two of you and he nodded once. "Huh."

"Anyway," Loki interjected, trying to beat the awkward silence that seemed dangerously close to settling over the group, "where are the others?"

"Tony's out, Steve is in the gym, and Bruce is in the lab," Natasha said. "I wouldn't expect to see any of them for a while."

"We have movie plans, so that works out," Loki said smoothly. "Y/N?"

"Right! It was nice to meet you guys. Thor, I'll see you later. Are you still good for game night tomorrow?"

"I'll be there," Thor said, waving as Loki tugged you down the hall.

"My room is up here, where I can be monitored." Loki said the word with distaste. "Though in all fairness, I did attempt to kill them."

"There is that small detail," you said with a giggle, dissolving into full-blown laugher as his fingers danced along your side. "No- Loki, no!"

You wriggled out of his grip as he opened his door, laughing and ducking under his arm as he kicked the door shut. He caught you again but didn't tickle you, instead just wrapping you in his arms as you took in the living quarters he often abandoned in favor of your own.

"It's cozy," you said. It was lots of warm colors, dark greens and browns and golds, and he had left the gas fireplace on to warm it to a habitable temperature.

"I'm glad you think so," Loki said, pleased. "What would you like to watch?"

By the time your favorite movie had ended (one he had seen several times, though he never once complained), it was after dark.

"I should go," you said.

His arm tightened around you. "Don't be ridiculous, darling, you're staying here tonight."

"Are you sure?" you asked.

"Of course I am," he said, his lips brushing your cheek. "I want you to stay."

"I want to stay, too," you said, and the matter was settled.

The two of you had breakfast in the common area the next morning. You were wearing your pants but one of Loki's shirts, something he was more than delighted about.

"How was the movie?" Thor joined the two of you halfway through breakfast, large waffle in hand.

"Good," you said, wiping your hands with your napkin as you finished. "I think Loki is getting sick of it, though he would never say anything."

"Darling, any time with you is time well spent," Loki said. "But Midgard does have many movies available, to my understanding."

You laughed. "See?"

"You should attend one of our movie nights. Loki never does, as he prefers to sulk in his room." Thor ignored Loki's indignant sputtering. "But it is quite fun, if you're not a hermit!"

"I'd like to think I'm not," you said, laughing harder at Loki's offended expression. "It could be fun."

"I'll consider it," Loki said, though he knew as well as you that was as good as a yes. He was never particularly good at saying "no" where you were involved.

"Heard Loki brought a girl," Tony Stark called as he walked into the room. Natasha, who was pouring herself a glass of milk, rolled her eyes.

"Stark," Loki said in warning. It was hard to say what would come out of Tony Stark's mouth, and in Loki's opinion, he became less sensical the more he spoke.

"Please, Reindeer Games, you know I don't care who you bring in here, as long as they're gone in time for mission prep. We all need a whore to fulfill our needs from time to time, though I didn't think you were the type."

You were incredibly offended, but not quite hurt, gaping at the billionaire in speechless silence.

"Now you've done it, Stark," Thor said, not attempting to stop Loki as he stood, eyes burning with rage.

"If you ever," Loki said, crossing the distance between him and Stark in several long paces and sending him stumbling back into the wall, "speak of Y/N like that again, I will kill you." Frost spread from where Loki's finger pressed against the arc reactor, the light blinking precariously. "Do you understand?"

"Yes," Tony said, relaxing only when Loki walked back to you, his eyes cold as chips of ice.

Thor looked suitably amused, reaching across to smack Loki's shoulder when he took his seat. "No stabbing! Really, brother, well done."

Loki ignored him. "Alright, darling?"

"Takes more than that to wound me," you said, reaching out to squeeze his hand. "I hardly think that reaction was necessary."

He lifted your hand to kiss your knuckles. "I was defending your honor. It was quite necessary."

"If you say so," you said, rolling your eyes. Tony apologized later, ignoring Loki's critical expression, and invited you to visit whenever you liked.

"See?" You asked Loki. "It all turned out alright in the end."

"All thanks to me, I think," he said, stealing a kiss.

You smacked his chest. "You are so full of it!"

"You love it."

"You're right," you agreed. You had never seen him so smug.

#loki #loki x reader #loki imagine #loki x you #loki x female reader #loki x fem!reader #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #tom hiddelston x reader #tom hiddelston imagine #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel imagine

[thepokyone]

Hey, I saw your requests open post! I was wondering if you could write a Zemo x gender nuteral reader who is equally as villainous as him? Maybe for similar motivations but acts more in the shadows than him.

Hey! I wrote your request (which was a lot of fun btw, as I rarely write dark!readers) so I hope you enjoy it!

Ally

Unrelated, but being a cyber person I saw your username and all I could think about was the SolarWinds hack from early last year. The link is an interesting article, very nerdy (just the way I like it). Anyway, enjoy the Zemo fic!

#zemo x reader

[thepokyone]

Ally

Pairing: Helmut Zemo x dark!gn!Reader

Warnings: mentioned violence, angst with a hint of fluff

Words: 1.3k

A/N: Hello again all! Back again and sooner than I expected with a request from @solarwindscosplay with a Zemo x dark!Reader. This one was a lot of fun to write, so thank you for sending it in. I hope you enjoyed it. Note to all that as of me writing this note requests are open. Anyway, enjoy!

When news of Helmut Zemo's escape reached your ears, you knew it was only a matter of time before he called you. You kept an eye on his whereabouts, preparing the safehouses you calculated he was most likely to need and keeping your phone on ring.

When the call did come, you were mid-interrogation. Blood was dripping off your fingers and splattered across your front.

"Phone for you," your latest assistant said, poking her head through the door. You approved of her more than the previous ones; she was clever, ambitious, and tended to know what you needed before you asked.

"Important?"

"Says he's an old friend and needs to speak with you immediately," she said.

"Give me a moment to clean my hands and I'll take the phone," you said. "Send Anthony to finish this one up for me."

"Right away," she said, disappearing.

"It's your lucky day," you said to the bloody man, who did nothing more than grunt. "Anthony makes quicker work than I do."

You grabbed a cloth, wiping your hands before exiting the cell and heading for the sink. Three minutes later, your hands and arms scrubbed clean of blood, you had the phone to your ear. "Wondered how long it would be until I heard from you."

"Oh, please spare me the smug tone," Zemo drawled. "You could have called, I would not have said no to your help."

"I'm not particularly interested in assisting on your little crusade. The relationship between myself and the Power Broker is stressed enough as it is, I'm not about to get in the middle of this pissing match."

"I did not realize you worked with the Power Broker," Zemo said, voice tinged with distaste.

"Oh, don't misunderstand me. I don't. But I do work in Madripoor and Hydra has people everywhere. Call it an uneasy understanding," you said. "I'd like to think I have enough self respect to not involve myself with them. You and I have always had the same opinion on the serum."

"Yes, yes, but minds change faster than money in our business," Zemo said. "I need a safehouse."

"I thought you might. I can't get you out of Latvia, though, you understand. Not without the attention of the Wakandans put on me, which is something I would like to avoid if possible," you said. He didn't seem surprised that you knew his whereabouts.

"I am more than capable of escaping this country. I just need sanctuary in Sokovia once I arrive," he said.

"Thought as much. You are growing predictable," you said. "Safehouse is already ready for you, I trust you know to ensure you aren't followed before using it."

"I am hardly a blundering fool, Y/N. I will make it to your safehouse unseen," he said, and you could hear him rolling his eyes on the other end of the phone. "I hope to see you there in person, however. There are matters that need discussed."

"I'll be there. Just focus on not getting caught."

"You almost sound worried," he teased.

"I would hate for my most trustworthy ally to be caught again," you said.

"Most trustworthy? Now that is sad," Zemo said. "Have you considered better friends?"

"Friends have never been our style," you said. "See you in Sokovia, Zemo."

"Safe travels," Zemo said, the line going dead.

"Elizabeth!" you called as you jogged up the steps, taking them two at a time.

"Yes?" Your assistant seemed to practically materialize at your side.

"Send the word to get the jet prepped. I'm going to Sokovia," you said.

Elizabeth immediately began typing on her phone. "Should I prepare a bag for you?"

"That's already been done, I need only shower and grab it. Be waiting for me by the car." You made your way to the third floor of the mansion that doubled as your home and base of operations. You had a quick shower to rinse away the smell of blood and was on your way to your private airstrip fifteen minutes later, bags in the trunk.

The windows were open, the warm summer air filling the car, and you let out a relaxed sigh. You always did enjoy traveling, even to a place as destitute as Sokovia.

You received word from Zemo that he had made it safely to the safehouse roughly halfway through your flight, and trusting his word that he had not been followed, slept the rest of the trip.

You arrived at the safehouse without incident, letting yourself into the restored farmhouse that was located just outside the city. It sat on several acres of land, allowing for appropriate privacy. For appearances you had a family live there, maintaining the property and being paid well for their troubles.

Zemo had already made himself comfortable in the basement, a wineglass in hand as he stared at the wall, deep in thought.

"Y/N," he said warmly when he saw you, standing and setting his drink aside. "It is good to see you."

"You as well. I'm glad you made it in one piece," you said.

"Yes, so am I," he replied. You hugged him in greeting. He held you several moments past what could be considered platonic, but you didn't quite mind.

"Back in Sokovia," you said, once the two of you settled on the couch, angled towards one another.

"Yes. I have had the unfortunate realization that there is no scenario in which I live out my life as a free man," Zemo said. "Which brings me back here, to the very beginning."

"It does quite feel like déjà vu, doesn't it?" You asked thoughtfully. While his plot to tear apart the Avengers had been his alone, you had been more than happy to assist him with some of the details (for a price, of course).

"There will be no fighting this time. In fact, I do not anticipate living to see the end of the week."

You stiffened. "What?"

"James will find me, and I am certain he will kill me. I will not try to stop him, nor will I hold it against him. It is as things should be," Zemo said.

"You called me here to say goodbye," you said.

He inclined his head. "Yes, and to employ your services once more. The Flag Smashers need dealt with, and I currently don't have the resources. Oeznik can carry out the plan, but I require explosives that I cannot currently acquire."

"Easily done," you said. You felt strangely sad. "Anything else?"

"Possibly," he said, fingers tapping the side of the couch thoughtfully. "I have been wrong before. There is a chance James will not kill me, however small. I need a contingency plan, as I have no desire to be kept behind bars forever, should James choose to deny his programming once more."

"A jailbreak?" You straightened, mood lifting at the prospect.

"Not just a jailbreak," Zemo said. "In the eyes of the law, I need to be a free man."

"That's a little more challenging," you said, frowning thoughtfully. "Not impossible, and even if you were freed, you would have many enemies."

"That is nothing new."

"Fair enough. If you are imprisoned again, I will do my best," you said.

"Then I know I will be a free man," he said. "Thank you."

"Of course. You are my favorite ally," you teased.

He smiled. "And you, mine."

"I hope you survive, Zemo," you said, pulling him in for another hug. It was strange, this feeling. You had never before been sad to lose an ally. But perhaps, in those long hours working together to bring down the Avengers, he had become your friend.

He caught your lips in his, kissing you desperately. You clung to him, not wanting to let go. "Just in case," he whispered, pressing a final kiss to your forehead. "Goodbye, Y/N."

And then he was gone.

#helmut zemo #helmut zemo x reader #helmut zemo imagine #helmut zemo x you #zemo x reader #zemo x you #zemo imagine #zemo #zemo x gn!reader #baron zemo #baron zemo x reader #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #daniel bruhl

[thepokyone]

Hi Alex hope you’re doing well! I was thinking about a mix of prompts #3 & 23 for a TFATWS!Bucky x f!reader? Maybe because of a mission or something? Might be fun ☺️

I am doing well! Sorry this took so long, but I am glad to have finally gotten around to it! I hope you liked it, as it was fun to write!

Content

#bucky barnes x reader

[thepokyone]

Content

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader (ft. Sam)

Warnings: Fluff

Words: 1.5k

A/N: Hey friends! I am back with another anon request and the last of requests from the tropes prompt list I put out a while ago. This is a combo of fake dating & first kiss so I hope you all enjoy it!

"I hate going undercover," Sam grumbled, tugging at the collar of his tuxedo.

"Hey, at least this time you don't have to dress like the Smiling Tiger," Bucky said, grinning at the memory.

Sam scowled at him. "I hate that you don't look nearly as uncomfortable. I feel like I can't move."

"This isn't too off the mark from what we would wear in the forties," Bucky said, fixing his tie in the mirror. "Still a little fancier than what I was used to, though."

"Almost reminds me of a Stark party. Always had to wear ridiculous get-ups to those things," Sam said thoughtfully. "I don't miss those, I'll be honest."

"I was never invited. Not sure why," Bucky drawled. "Where's the lady of the hour? We're supposed to leave in less than ten minutes."

"Please, you know women always take forever getting ready for these things. Practically a rite of passage. You know my prom date made us an hour late?" Sam asked.

"Fortunately for all parties, I am not your prom date," you said, walking into the room. "You boys clean up nice."

"Damn, Y/N, so do you," Sam said approvingly. You were wearing a stunning, floor-length dress that seemed to catch the light and draw every eye to your form.

You smiled at him. "Thanks, Sam. And you thought I'd make you late."

"I stand corrected," he said. Bucky was still staring at you, having not yet said anything at all, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

"Let's go over the plan once more before we leave," you said, desperate to break the awkward silence that had settled over the three of you.

Sam, wearing a knowing smirk, obliged. "We'll be arriving at the gala together. Bucky will be walking in first. You and I will be following, posing as a lovestruck couple."

"Y/N is way out of your league," Bucky said, rolling his eyes. "Who's going to believe you can pull her?"

Sam made an offended noise. "What, like you could? Bucky, the only thing you can pull is a door labeled push."

"You two are ridiculous," you said. "How about I go in alone and you two go as a couple, if you're going to bicker about it."

"No way in hell," Sam said.

"I'd rather die," Bucky said. "Obviously, Y/N should be pretending to date me instead. I mean, of the two of us, I am less likely to be recognized. She'll be safer with me."

"Fine, fine. You might have a point, but there was no need to be so rude about it," Sam said, raising his hands in surrender.

"Okay, so I'm going with Bucky," you said, a statement that made your heart flip in his chest. How were you supposed to hide your feelings when you had to pretend to date him all night? It would have been far easier to pretend to be with Sam; you didn't have feelings for him.

"Right, so once we are all inside, you and Bucky will serve as the distraction so that I can slip into the office and get the documents we need. You'll need to keep the way clear until I'm done, and once I've rejoined the crowd we'll be staying for another hour before making our exit so we don't arouse suspicion," Sam said. "Should be pretty cut and dry."

"Unless everything goes horribly wrong, but we're all optimists here," Bucky quipped.

"That's right, a positive outlook. Let's get this over with," Sam said, tugging at his tie and walking out.

"After you," Bucky said, holding the door for you. He sat beside you in the car, his warmth bleeding into you, and in all truth you were glad that he would be by your side tonight, even though if it was just to show you everything you couldn't have. His presence was a comforting one.

When the car stopped, Bucky opened the door and offered a hand to help you out. "Shall we, doll?" he asked, offering his arm as a valet pulled the car away and Sam disappeared inside.

You smiled at him. "We shall."

"Names, please," requested the doorman, glancing at the both of you with bored disinterest.

"Matthew O'Bryan and Nancy Turner," Bucky said smoothly.

"Enjoy the party, remember the first drinks are free," he said, waving you inside.

"Can you believe people live like this?" Bucky murmured in your ear as the two of you stepped inside. It was a large, open ballroom with a large chandelier that winked gold as it swayed. The decorations looked as if they cost more than your monthly rent.

"Too fancy for me," you said, allowing him to steer you around the room, dodging the larger groups of people.

"Me too," he agreed. "There's Sam."

Sam had already gotten himself a drink in the short time he had been inside. "And I suggest you do the same. Drinks will help you blend in. Then go mingle, but be around to clear in ten minutes."

He slipped off into the crowd again, smiling and chatting with any and all around him. You and Bucky made your way towards the bar. "Don't understand how he does it," Bucky said with a shake of his head.

"Natural charisma," you said, ordering yourself a mixed drink. Bucky ordered a beer, and the two of you toured among the crowd as you nursed your drinks.

"Let's dance after Sam is done," Bucky said. "You look too pretty not to be out on the dance floor."

Your cheeks burned and you glanced away, biting back a smile. "If all goes well."

"Good," Bucky said, bobbing his head in an awkward nod.

Sam's voice crackled over your earpieces. "Hey lovebirds, it's about time."

"On our way," Bucky said, touching his ear discreetly in order to be heard. "Don't move in until you see us."

The first part of the plan went off without a hitch. You "accidentally" dropped your drink, sending people scattering away, and nobody was looking when Sam disappeared down the hall.

"Heading back," Sam's voice filtered over your earpieces, and his statement presented a problem, as the party's host was standing exactly where Sam was supposed to emerge any moment.

"Follow my lead," you told Bucky, leaving his side and moving quickly to the party's host, a high-ranking Russian dignitary. You made a move as if to pass, bumping your shoulder with his. "Oh, I am so sorry! I'm such a klutz, not looking where I was going; the room is such a beautiful place to take in."

He smiled, pleased at the flattery, and gently grasped your elbow to keep you from flitting away. The man he was talking to looked briefly annoyed until Bucky stole his attention, the two wandering back towards the rest of the crowd. "No apologies needed, when a woman as beautiful as yourself is making them."

You giggled, placing a hand on his arm. "Allow me to at least make it up to you."

"How about a dance," he suggested as the music changed. "I do love this song and it would be made better with you as a partner."

"Sounds wonderful," you said, allowing him to lead you on to the dance floor. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Sam slip back into the party and breathed a silent sigh of relief.

The Russian held you a little too close, so you had no choice but to rest your head on his chest if you wanted to uphold your cover, but was otherwise respectful.

"May I cut in?" Bucky asked once the music changed again, voice cool.

"Certainly," The Russian said, placing a kiss to your knuckles. "Thank you for a lovely dance."

"No, thank you," you said, giving him a charming smile and taking Bucky's hand.

Bucky immediately drew you to him, arm wrapping around your waist. "Little warning would have been nice, you know. I wanted to rip his hands off."

"All part of the cover, Buck." Your voice was warm and you squeezed his hand. "Keep talking like that and I might think you were jealous."

"And what if I was?" He asked quietly, only just louder than the music. The two of you seemed trapped within your own private bubble, as if the rest of the world had melted away.

"You were jealous?" You asked.

He pressed his forehead to yours, noses brushing. "Of course I was. Why do you think I fought so hard to be your date tonight instead of Sam?"

"You said why."

"No, I didn't," Bucky said. "I wanted to take you because I couldn't bear to see you pretending to be in love with another man. At least this way I would get to know what it's like, if only for a night."

"And if I wasn't pretending?" You asked, hyperaware of how close your lips were, how his thumb was rubbing rhythmic circles on your hip, how you could feel the coolness of metal through the gloved hand whose fingers were twined with yours.

His lips brushed against yours, gentle and warm, over almost as soon as it had begun. "I would do that."

"I wasn't pretending," you whispered and his lips met yours again, mouths fitting together perfectly as your hand ran up his arm to the back of his neck.

He let out a sigh against your lips, perfectly content, the two of you still swaying to the music. "Neither was I."

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel imagine

[thepokyone]

just finished Encanto and I'm crying in the club rn

#encanto #jem told me she cried through the whole thing #i was like haha i won't cry #i did. several times. #so yeah anyway #also we don't talk about bruno is a bop #does anyone say bop anymore

[thepokyone]

prompt 14. Kidnapping/Character to the rescue with loki, were reader gets kidnapped and he has to save them?? he’s all worried and he confesses to them after he’s rescued them

A few months late, but here it is, my friend!

No Corner of the Universe

#loki x reader

[thepokyone]

No Corner of the Universe

Pairing: Loki x gn!Reader

Warnings: violence, fluff, mentions of torture

Words: 1.1k

A/N: Well I dropped off the face of the earth for a while, but here's an anon request for you. I hope you like it!

You weren't sure how long you had been in the concrete cell. Two days, three? Long enough that the shackle around your left ankle, which was secured to a spot in the middle of the room, had began to chafe and bleed.

You weren't certain what caused everything to go wrong. The mission was supposed to be routine. But the truth was, unless the Avengers found you soon, you were going to die in this cell.

You pulled your knees to your chest, stomach still churning from the murky water you had drank earlier that day. You knew better than to drink water that color, really, but it was the first they had given some to you since you arrived and you knew how fast dehydration could kill. At least the water, however dirty, would buy you some time.

You lifted your head as the door scraped open, dragging along the stone floor. "You don't look so good," your guard said, leaning against the doorframe.

"Did you just come here to gloat, or were you planning on torturing me again? Because if it's the latter, I'd rather you just get it over with," you said, an unusual lack of bite in your voice. You didn't have the strength to fight them anymore. Lack of food, water, and what you were certain was a serious concussion was enough to do that to a person.

"Actually, I had something quite different in mind," he said, spinning the key to your chains around his finger. "Are you well enough to walk?"

"What?" you asked dumbly, baffled. There was something odd about this whole interaction, though you couldn't quite place your finger on what it was. It was probably the concussion. Or your feeling like you needed to vomit. Or both.

The guard frowned at you. "If I free you, can you walk?"

"Yes," you said, if only because you didn't want his hands anywhere near you.

He grinned at you in a way that didn't quite suit his features. "Good." There was a shout from down the hall. "Ah, it seems they've already found him."

"Who?" Your fear was rapidly being replaced with confusion. Confusion was not, however, replacing the nausea.

The guard gestured to himself. "Me. Well, him. I just borrowed his face."

"Loki?" you asked tentatively.

"Well, as they've discovered my disguise," he said, a flash of green magic washing away the guard's likeness and leaving Loki in its place. "Hello, dear. Are you alright?"

"Not really," you said, letting out a shaky breath. "I've got a concussion, I think. And I feel sick."

"Let's get you out of here, hmm?" He smiled warmly at you, but something dark flickered behind his eyes. He quickly unlocked the shackle around your ankle and helped you to your feet. You leaned against him for support, knowing he was able to carry three times your weight and then some.

"You're not going anywhere." There was a horde of guards at your door, all of them with their guns aimed at you and Loki.

Loki's voice was icily calm. "I would ask you if you know who I am but frankly I don't care. You harmed them, so you die."

"You don't even have a weapon, how are you-" the guard was cut off mid-sentence by a knife through his throat. He let out a shocked sort of gurgle, tumbling to the floor.

"I'll be just a moment, darling. Try not to add a gunshot wound to your list of injuries," Loki said, sending you a reassuring smile.

The room seemed to explode in a second, filled with the sound of gunshots and the violence of Loki's anger, the sheer whirlwind of noise and action enough to finally send you scrambling for the bucket in the corner, vomiting what was left in your stomach of the water and bread.

Around you, the clamor ceased and Loki knelt by your side, ensuring your hair was out of the way and rubbing a soothing hand across your back. You let out a pained groan, grimacing at the sour taste in your mouth, and Loki made a comforting noise. Magic flashed around you, cleaning the grime from your body and replacing your tattered clothes with fresh ones. "Shh, you're alright."

He scooped you up easily, ignoring your feeble protests and walking nimbly around the bodies that had fallen in the wake of his anger, down several long hallways, and straight out the front door. There was an ambulance waiting, and you heard the overlapping voices of your teammates as you were transferred to a stretcher.

"I told you fools that brute force was not the way about this," Loki said, brushing them off. You didn't hear much more after that; one of the medics gave you a sedative and when you came to again you were in the hospital, Loki seated by your bedside.

"I'm alive," you mumbled, flexing your fingers. You already felt better, despite the throbbing pain in your head.

"Yes, quite," Loki said, pulling his chair closer. "Though the bad water you drank was quite closer to killing you than anything else. The remainder of your wounds, apart from the concussion, were quite minor."

"How'd you find me?" you asked.

"Dearest, there is no corner of the universe that you could be taken where I would not find you, even if all the armies of Asgard stood in my way," Loki said, brushing his thumb across your cheek. "Magic is, of course, the short answer."

"Of course," you said, laughing for the first time in days. "Thank you."

"There is no need for thanks," he said seriously.

"Still, I thought- I thought I was going to die in there." You looked up at the ceiling, blinking back tears.

Loki's voice was a whisper. "I feared I would be too late. That I had lost you before I even got a chance to…"

"Chance to what?" you asked when he trailed off.

"Tell you the truth," he said finally. "Tell you that my heart is yours, solely yours, to do with as you will. Because that is something you must know, even if I could never deserve you."

"Is that your way of saying you love me?" you said with a watery laugh.

"Was that not obvious?" His thumb brushed across your cheek again. "Darling, had I lost you, I would have razed the earth."

"Didn't you try to do that before?" you asked him cheekily.

"Ah, but I did not love you then," Loki said. "Had that been my reason before, things would have turned out quite differently."

"I'm glad you didn't, then. There's still so many places I have to show you," you said.

"Is that your way of saying you love me?" he asked, reusing your words.

You smiled. "Yes, I think it is."

He pressed his forehead to yours. "Then I will do my best to be worthy of you."

"You already are," you said softly, and brought your lips to his.

#loki #loki x reader #loki imagine #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #loki x you #loki x gender neutral reader #loki x gn!reader #marvel #tom hiddleston #tom hiddelston x reader #tom hiddelston imagine #marvel x reader #marvel imagine

[thepokyone]

the way I show up, write for like 2 weeks, and then disappear of the face of the earth for like 5 months. love that for me

#poky talks #i'm writing stuff again lol #the mood to write has struck

[thepokyone]

how did you learn to write well?

well first you have to be a very sad child

#this is a personal attack actually

[thepokyone]

Yep, that's what the anon message I got said. Anon needs to get a hobby.

Happy to support, we writers have to look out for one another.

Hi friend! I wanted you to know that I got one of the troll anon messages saying you're a minor. I went ahead and responded putting out the info for my followers (as I have a fair amount) that the claim is a lie.

I'm sorry this is happening to you, it really sucks and you don't deserve it. But hopefully I was able to prevent my followers from believing the lie in case they've seen the claim elsewhere.

Best wishes to you, hopefully the troll will back off soon.

Thank you. The new rumor is that I never had my age on my bio and that’s a lie - it was always 18+ and I changed it to show my age so I literally have no idea why decided to target me.

Thank you for the support. At this point, all I can hope for is that people block them.

#responses #a follow up to my previous post

[thepokyone]

Hi I don’t know if you know them but please make people aware that @/syntheticavenger is a minor and could be following you. They also write on tumblr and have changed their bio to Daly thirties when before it had no age at all . Please be careful of fake adult on you blog. Thank you

I did some fact-checking, and this is a lie. @syntheticavenger is indeed an adult and anon asks spreading these lies have been happening to her for a while now. Not sure why you're deciding to spread lies and rumors, but I wanted to answer this so my followers know (in case they've believed your claim after seeing it elsewhere).

I'll go on a PSA anyway, though, since I do have some thoughts about minors interacting with adult content.

The content on my blog is minor-friendly, but unfortunately we cannot truly control whether minors read adult content or not, simply place warnings.

Minors who are tempted to say you're an adult: don't. I know you're impatient and want to look at all the 18+ content right now, but it's not going anywhere. Enjoy being the age you are and don't rush growing up; being an adult and dealing with adult things probably isn't going to be anything like what you're imagining. The years pass quickly and you'll be an adult soon enough. Also consider who could get in trouble if you interact with adult content: not just you, but the content creator too. If you think you are old enough to view adult content, then you also must be old enough to recognize that the consequences of your actions could impact more people than just yourself. Make wise decisions online, as it is not a safe place, no matter how comfortable you may feel. There are bad adults here and elsewhere that want nothing more than to take advantage of you. That's the last thing I want, but it's ultimately up to you to make the wise decisions on what content you view and who you talk to online. Be safe out there and don't rush growing up- you'll be an adult before you know it.

End PSA. I'm in the cyber field so I really could write an essay on this topic/the importance of being safe online but I won't because nobody will read it. But yeah, make wise choices and keep others in mind. That's all.

Oh, and anon? Spreading lies doesn't do anything but make you look like a child. Get off the internet, go touch some grass, and maybe you'll calm down.

#asks #poky rants

[thepokyone]

Rainy Nights

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x gn!Reader

Warnings: fluff

Words: 1.2k

A/N: Something soft for you guys. Give me more gentle love confessions and drowsy mornings. Thanks for the request, anon, I think it turned out so cute and was nice to write after the all the angst I've done lately. Bucky calls the reader "doll" but the fic is gender neutral. Enjoy, everyone!

The rain had been billowing down in sheets for hours, thunder rolling every few minutes. Your street (and probably half of the city) was swamped, but you were safely on the third floor of your apartment building and free to curl up under a blanket and watch Netflix to your heart's content.

Until the power shut off, that is.

"Damn it," you groaned, tossing the remote aside and going to rummage in your drawers for a candle. It wasn't particularly cold out, so you weren't concerned about freezing, but being without power was always less than ideal.

You had just located a candle that had probably seen better days and was on the hunt for your meager stash of matches when your phone rang.

"Hey Buck, what's up?" you asked, holding the phone to your ear with your shoulder as you pulled open another drawer to search through.

"Nothing too good. Your power out, too?" he asked. The two of you shared an apartment building, though his apartment was on the ground floor.

"Yeah. I'm looking for matches for my candle, I could swear I had some around somewhere," you said. "You need something?"

"Kind of. I hate to impose, but my place is starting to flood and I don't fancy having to wade through three inches of water to reach my fridge," Bucky said.

"Of course you're welcome here, you don't even have to ask. Come on up whenever. And bring matches if you have them, I'm starting to think I don't own any after all," you said. You had a vague memory of attempting to create a s'more using the last of your matches two months ago.

"Sure, I'll be up in a few. Thanks, Y/N," he said, ending the call. You gave up your fruitless search for matches and unlocked your door so Bucky could let himself in, which he did a few minutes later.

"Shouldn't leave your door unlocked, I could be a murderer," Bucky called from the hall where he was kicking off his wet shoes. "Well- oh, you know what I mean."

"I'm not sure any murderers would announce their presence in my apartment first," you said, snickering. "Especially not with the fearsome Winter Soldier downstairs, cursing out his wet carpet-"

"Oh, shut up," Bucky said good-naturedly, setting down a bottle of wine on the counter and tossing his bag in one of the chairs around your kitchen table. "Otherwise I won't give you the matches."

"You're so mean to me," you said, lighting the candle with the matches Bucky tossed you as he opened the bottle of wine. "Glasses are on the top shelf."

"Is that your way of asking me to get them?" he asked, grinning.

"Unless you want to see me do parkour on my kitchen counters, yes," you responded, discarding the used match.

He laughed. "I would love to see that, actually."

"You're the worst," you said, also laughing, and took the glass of wine he offered you. "I'm sure you do this for all the girls."

"You're the only one for me, doll." Bucky smiled at you, the one that made you fall for him in the first place, and you wished he meant it.

You sipped your wine and changed the subject. "How bad is the flooding?"

"Well, I can't sleep there, that's for sure," Bucky said with a grimace. "Figured I'd get out of your hair once it gets late and go find a hotel."

"Don't be ridiculous, Bucky, you're not going to go out in this to find a hotel. You can stay with me. It'll be a sleepover," you said, sighing at his skeptical expression. "This is what best friends do, Bucky."

"Steve and I never had sleepovers. Well, we did once, but-"

"Ha! See? Sleepovers and cheap wine are a sleepover tradition," you said.

"We were seven," Bucky laughed. "But since you insist, I guess I'll stay. I'll take the couch- I'm not kicking you out of your own bed."

"Bucky, you could never fit on my couch," you said with a laugh. Your couch was tiny, only just big enough to seat two people and not nearly large enough for him to stretch out on. "We can just share my bed."

He almost choked on his drink. "Share? I don't want to make you uncomfortable, this is your place. Really, I would be fine sleeping on the floor."

"Don't be ridiculous, you wouldn't make me uncomfortable. It's more than big enough for both of us. We can put some pillows in the middle if it makes you feel better," you said.

Bucky glanced at your small couch and nodded. "Well, alright. But if you get uncomfortable-"

"I won't, but if I do, I'll kick you straight to the floor," you said, grinning at him.

"That's what I like to hear," he said with a laugh.

The two of you spent the rest of the evening playing board games (you lost spectacularly at Monopoly), using your phones to take Buzzfeed quizzes (Bucky was Rye bread), and drinking the bottle of wine. The rain had slowed to a drizzle by the time midnight rolled around and both your phones were dead.

You used a flickering flashlight to stumble into your bedroom, Bucky bumping into you from behind. "Sorry," he mumbled, but the warmth you could feel from his body told you he was still close behind.

After you changed into pajamas, it took several minutes for the two of you to get situated in your bed. There was a measly one pillow between you, as you didn't have many extra, and it was strange sharing your bed with another person. Still, between the wine and Bucky's breathing beside you, it wasn't long before you drifted off to sleep.

You woke feeling cozily warm, the light streaming through your windows rousing you from sleep. For a little while you were caught in that period between dream and waking, when you didn't consider how Bucky's arm was around your waist, drawing you back into his chest or how his thumb was rubbing gentle circles into your skin.

When you woke up fully, blinking against the sunshine that flooded your room, Bucky's soft breathing was tickling your neck. "Buck," you mumbled, unsure if he was still asleep.

"'m awake," he said, and you could feel his voice rumbling in his chest.

"What happened to the pillow?" you asked quietly. You were both speaking at a volume barely above a murmur, as if using normal volume would shatter the moment the two of you were dwelling in.

"Screw the pillow," Bucky said, nosing your neck and pulling you even closer to his chest. "Like this better."

You trailed your fingers down his metal arm, feeling him shudder, and smiled. "Me too."

"Be mine," he murmured, his metal hand catching yours and twining your fingers together. "Please, doll."

"Course, if it means I get to wake to this every morning," you said, squeezing his hand.

"You only love me for my cuddles," he whined, a smile in his voice.

You released his hand, rolling over to face him. "I love you for you."

"Love you too," he said, dipping down to gently press his lips to yours.

#reblog #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine

[thepokyone]

Ah I’m so glad you’re back and hope you’re doing well! 🥰 I’d love to see an either TFATWS!Bucky or CW!Bucky in a mix of prompt #2 and #4? Maybe reader and Bucky live in the same building and his apartment floods so she offers him to stay for a while and they confess their feelings. (Glad you’re back Alex!)

Thanks anon! I am doing pretty well, I hope you are too! My life has stabilized and changed a lot since the last time I attempted a comeback and I'm in a really good place to just do some writing on the side for fun which I love. I'm so glad to be back. This request ended up being so cute and fluffy so I hope you enjoy it!!

Rainy Nights

#requests #bucky barnes x reader