Diners And Dates

Kiss - Chris Evans

Can you do a chris/reader one where they act in a marvel movie opposite each other and they like each other ALOT and then win the mtv award for the best kiss for the movie and the fans and cast asks them to kiss on the spot & they do &later they go on a date. Lots of fluff pls. If you can, smut too!! Love your work btw!

N/A: Ok, guys, I made up a character for (Y/N) because I just couldn’t get any other character and modifies it to use here… And once again I have to warn you that I’m not good with smut… But I hope you enjoy it.

(Masterlist)

You never dreamed that one day you would get such an important role, especially such an important role right in a Marvel movie. But there you were in the big screen wearing combat boots and a clothing style that you would never use on a daily basis. Your character was a powerful villain with huge powers of telepathy and telekinesis, becoming the biggest nightmare of  the Avengers. You made your own fight scenes and most of the scenes that required great heights also, using your skills of Kung Fu you felt really powerful on the movie screens. Then the scream of the crowd roused you from your thoughts, you automatically smiled and looked at huge event screen, facing one of the trailer’s scene.

“Come on, Rogers. I don’t have all day for this or reasons for accepting this invitation.” you saw yourself with long and dark purple hair, passing one hand on the chest of your screen partner, Chris Evans, as you smiled dangerously.

“Nyx, you saw the truth with your own eyes, you can redeem yourself.” the Captain held your hand, entwining your fingers, you stood for a moment shaken because you felt a strong connection with the man after being saved by him. “I can help you, doll.”

“No, you can’t.” you took your free hand to his face, pulling him to lean toward you and then kissed his lips tenderly, but soon the kiss changed with Steve wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to him, one hand ended up in your hair holding tight as the kiss became more aggressive and hungry. You moaned against his lips before suddenly open your eyes startled and then you let go of him using your powers, giving apprehensive steps back without looking away from him. “This is a goodbye, Rogers.”

You laughed sheepishly as you listened to the crowd shouting excitedly, your eyes going towards your co-workers, the famous avengers, all participating in the kiss celebration and making you blush and Chris smile wildly. You didn’t imagine that a simple kiss would have so much impact to the point of competing for the MTV Awards. So you took a few seconds to believe that you and Chris had won the best kiss award, and Chris had to literally pull you to the stage while you giggled as you tried to follow in his footsteps with your high heels. But when you two came close to the microphone, you slapped his hand to loosen yours and straightened your clothes, making a serious expression as you watched the crowd agitated around you.

“Alright! Alright! I thought my prize had been the kiss, but I was mistaken. Really, thank you for choosing us… Right, Nyx?“ Chris began his speech, entering into his character and making everyone go crazy, he laughed while watching your nervous gaze and shrugged, laughing even more when you started listening to the crowd and your fellow co-workers shout ‘kiss her’.

“Well, thank you for the award and…” you pulled the microphone to stay on your height and started to speak with your character Nyx’s voice, raising an eyebrow as you pointed your index finger in denial towards your group “Not a chance, that kiss was the goodbye one-”

Suddenly you were interruptedbeing pulled by Chris, who without notice stuck his lips on yours in a passionate and nothing cinematic kiss. You promptly wrapped his neck with your arms as Chris pulled you more against him by the waist, gently turning your body to tilt you down imitating those old kissing scenes and then pick you up in his arms, ending the kiss because both of you needed air. You smiled to each other ignoring the jubilant shouts of everybody, Chris turned his attention back to the microphone.

“Well, I think I’ll take this doll on a date… Maybe she accepts to be an Avenger later.” he said laughing before turning away and leaving the stage with you still in his arms.

A few days had passed and you hadn’t recovered from the kiss that Chris had given you, always smiling sheepishly when you reminded it, you were feeling in the clouds. It had been a long time since the Avengers movie was in theaters, with an excellent response from the public, then you were looking at some movie proposals to work. You were happy to be growing as an actress, but you were really happy when your phone vibrated and you saw who sent you a message.

‘Are you at home?’

‘Yes, Christopher Evans.’

‘You forgot my middle name Robert.’

You chuckled while reading his answer, imagining the kinds of expressions that he’d have done if he was answering you face to face. You felt your heart warm, remembering the days of recording that you two spent a long time talking and laughing during behind the scenes. You couldn’t deny that you had a crush on Chris Evans. He was simply one of the finest men, not by his appearance - something that others always repaired first, but by his wonderful personality. You loved his smile, the way he talked and cared about everyone around him. Dammit, you loved him. 

Leaving aside the papers on the coffee table, you rose from the couch and stretched, after reading for hours you were tired. You picked up the phone again to reply Chris’s message  when you suddenly heard a knock on your door. You went to the door distractedly while typing the message, opening the same as you raised your index finger of your free hand to ask the person to wait.

“Well, I’m looking kind of stupid standing at your door with a bouquet, you know.” you heard Chris’ amused voice, making you stop what you were doing and face him with flushed cheeks.

“I-I was answering you.” you scowled, but then smiled seeing him smiling and noticing how gorgeous he was. Chris handed you the bouquet of pink tulips and you smiled brightly accepting it. “Please come in, Mr. Christopher Robert Evans.”

“I’d love to come in and accept a cup of coffee, but I was thinking about our date.” he said with a shrug, putting his hands in his jeans pockets and slightly raising his eyebrows waiting for your answer.

“Our date? Oh, I need to change clothes…” you blushed again, nervous because you’ve forgotten the date but wondering if you really had agreed to something.

“You’re beautiful like this and your perfume’s delicious, just put your shoes and is perfect.” Chris smiled passing you confidence, looking at your navy blue dress and bare feet, he ended up biting his lower lip.

“Hm… Okay, wait a minute.”

You left the door open and ran to your room, trying to straighten up little but nothing that indicated you were anxious, pulled on one of your allstar and then picking up your bag you returned to where Chris was waiting for you. You left your building in silence, staring each other once or twice to exchange shy smiles. After a quick trip in Chris’ car, you found yourself at his house. Okay, you were alright, you were calm and at his house. And he said it was a date? You took a deep breath. You were so far from calm.

“Hey, I’m sorry for bringing you here… But I thought it would be less stressful and we could talk without worrying about paparazzi or something.“ Chris scratched his neck with a closed smile, as if reading your mind.

“It’s all right, Chris. I think you made the best choice.” you smiled more relaxed, leaving your purse on the coffee table and sitting on the couch he had indicated.

“So, what do you like to eat? Would you like a glass of water? Soda? Beer? Wine? Vodka?” he asked quickly, indicating the kitchen and walking up to half the hall but then coming back to hear your answer, making you raise an eyebrow and giggle. “What?”

“You’re nervous too or is it just me?" you got up from the couch, slowly walking up to him, taking the opportunity to take a deep breath and calm down first, grinning widely when you got close enough to stroke his beard. "I think we need to relax, because we go out together several times while shooting.”

“No, it’s different now.“ he shook his head and smiled shyly, taking his hand to yours that stroked his beard "And you’re feeling too, I can see in your eyes.”

You both were there in silence staring at each other, the light of the living room’s window slightly illuminating the hall and giving a calm air. But you could feel your heart beat faster and faster, every thought your mind formed and claimed about what you felt for that man standing there in front of you. And then something hit you in full, the realization that you had been through multiple steps without notice. The time he helped you cure your flu, when you took care of him while he had food poisoning, when emerged bad rumors about you, when he got injured during filming, the days off that you spent together eating and watching Disney movies or then going out with the rest of the team to drink… You grinned and blushed slightly when you noticed that Chris was bitting his lower lip to contain his own smile.

“Can… Can I kiss you?” he whispered, his eyes alternating to face your lips and your eyes, without relying on your ability to say something smart at the moment, you just nodded slightly.

When you tried to take your hand from his face, he kept his hand on yours indicating to continue there and then grabbed your hips with both hands before sliding them over your back, keeping one in the middle of your back and the other in your neck. Chris stared at you for a moment with a loving smile before leaning to seal your lips in a slow and passionate kiss, but it didn’t take long to your back collide against the wall and have his body glued to yours. Chris’ lips moved away from yours, sliding down your neck with wet kisses and weak bites, tearing a heavy sigh from you and making you slightly pull his hair. You felt one of his hands wander around the side of your body to one of your thighs to then squeeze tightly and you didn’t think twice about picking up impulse to wrap your legs around his waist.

“Babe… I think it’s better we go slow.“ Chris whispered hoarsely into your ear, causing you chills and you just mumbled a little whimper. You heard Chris try to contain a grunt and felt him tighten against you, but then he took a deep breath and chuckled. "Sorry, little one, but I need to talk with you.”

“W-what do you mean?” you opened your eyes a little confused, blushing slightly as he put you on the floor and helped you straighten your dress, smiling when he noticed your flushed cheeks.

“I mean that, this here, us” he indicated with his hand both of you and smiled again, then using his hand to put a lock of hair behind your ear. Chris looked a little anxious, smiling with closed lips and clasping his eyebrows slightly before speaking again. “It’s more than a kiss and make out session for me. Damn, I had planned this in another way… But… Ugh, babe, you want to go out with me? Be my girlfriend? Having to put up with my jokes?”

“Chris, you really are the knight on the white horse.“ you hugged him tight around his waist, burying your face in his chest. Chris promptly hugged you back and kissed the top of your head.

“Huh? Wait, are you-”

“Of course I want to, silly! If you stop to think about it, I’ve done it for some time." You shrugged, raising your face to look at him with a smile from ear to ear and slightly flushed checks, which seemed impossible for you to control near him.

“Oh man, I’m the luckiest person in the world!” he laughed aloud, holding you tightly and lifting you off the ground before returning to kiss your lips. Oh, no, you were the luckiest person in the world.

Tower Shenanigans- Peter Parker Imagine

Request: 63: “I think there’s someone in the house.” 69: “You’re ticklish.” 91: “Quick! Let’s hide!” Can I request any one of these. It doesn’t have to be all, just either one, I’d appreciate it!

A/N: oh my GOD I just couldn’t stop writing. Again, I’m sorry my writing has been simply atrocious lately. Hopefully this isn’t too bad :/ let me know what you guys think! I really need some feedback

Word count: 2287 (I’m soRRY)

gif credit to @weylawey

You had to admit, the tower was fun, without the other Avengers guarding your and Peter’s every move. Although, looking at what you two had done, maybe there was a reason for that. He had disabled F.R.I.D.A.Y long enough for you to sneak in, and you two were currently wreaking havoc in Tony’s lab. Webbing covered one wall, scorch marks from an Iron Man gauntlet covered another. Peter was currently standing horizontally on the third, tinkering with a shooter and leaving ashy footprints all over the once pristine white, while you walked past the shattered glass that had been the fourth. 

A glob of webbing hit the wall on your left, nearly taking you with it as it fired unexpectedly from Peter’s hands. He stammered an apology, putting down the tools and jumping off the wall. “You know, I could do limbo if you had stayed up there.” He scoffed. “We both know that wouldn’t have been fair; your lack of height gives you an unfair advantage.”

That earns him a smack on the arm and a wrench thrown in his direction, both dodged easily with a cheeky smirk to boot. You turned away from the boy, unaware that his eyes remained on you as you sauntered through the wreckage to sit on a (mostly-unmarked) bench. “You know, even though Tony’s up to his teeth in money, I still find kinda bad,” you said, brushing away the glass and patting the spot next to you.

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Skyfall | Azriel x reader [Masterlist]

Summary: Azriel's mate falls from the sky, badly injured and refusing to speak of who she is.

A/N: I don't know what it is with me and fics where an Illyrian reader somehow suffers drastic injuries to the wings, but here we go again.

Idk how many parts this series will have yet, but let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist. ✨

Warnings: talk of and description of injuries and violence, eventual SMUT (18+), please check each chapter for specific warnings

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Part 2 (coming soon)

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last updated: march 2024

Anything for You

pairing: Azriel x Reader

content warnings: descriptions of menstrual cycles and menstrual blood, discussion of the loss of a parent

word count: 5.2k

synopsis: Fae menstrual cycles are notoriously terrible to endure, but yours seem to be especially torturous. Mor normally helps you through your cycles, but when yours comes early and Mor is away, a certain Shadowsinger steps in to help.

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You were convinced your cycle was a curse that spawned from the depths of hell. Every fae female endured painful and taxing cycles, but yours was vicious. It had been since the very first time you bled, and every cycle since for the last 20 years was laced with the same crippling agony. The same pain that had you heaving into your toilet now. 

You were a healer, for Mother’s sake, and even you could not find a remedy to alleviate the pain that accompanied fae cycles. When you were young, your mother would do her best to soothe you. She would create potent sleep tonics to lull you to sleep through the pain, but even those would last only a few hours before the pain shredded through the momentary peace. She never told you what she put in those tonics, and she never gave them to patients, and you had not yet been able to replicate it since she passed. 

When she passed five years ago, the pain of your grief only compounded with the pain of suffering through your cycle for the first time alone. The agony was unbearable, and it was the first and only time you had passed out from the pain. Before you had to suffer through another dreadful cycle on your own, you blessedly met the Inner Circle of the Night Court.

~ Five Years Ago ~

The drink you had been nursing for the last hour swirled around in the bottom of the crystal glass. You frowned at the dark liquid, having lost your taste for it tonight. You weren’t much of a drinker anyway, but tonight was your mother’s birthday, and Rita had begged you to stop by tonight to pour you a drink in honor of her beloved friend.

You were grateful for Rita. You knew she kept tabs on you, if her weekly visits to your tonic shop down the street were any indication, and you appreciated her worrying about you. It was nice to know that at least one person still did. Although, you couldn’t bring yourself to down the rest of the free drink. You were sandwiched between two drunk males at the bar, one nearly passed out and the other contributing to the deafening chatter of the crowded room. 

You were just about to stand up and leave when the splintering of wood and a heavy thud shook the room. You followed the gazes of everyone else to where two winged males were hefting another male up from the floor covered in the wood shards from a table.

You couldn’t make out what they were saying to the sneering male over the murmur of the bar, but it was clear he was belligerently drunk. You noticed a blonde female standing nearby, speaking softly to a visibly terrified female. It didn’t take a genius to connect the dots. Your gaze then snapped back to the two winged males, and the glowing red and blue siphons adorning their wrists made their identities suddenly dawn on you. Your eyes snagged on the blood smeared across the red siphoned one’s wing, and they widened at the sight of a large slice through the delicate membrane.

The one with blue siphons and shadows swirling around him yanked the snarling male toward him, and the two of them suddenly disappeared. The injured male and female, who you now recognized as the Night Court’s general and the Morrigan, ignored the gazes of the bar as they made their way to the back exit. You watched Rita intercept them to share a few quick words, and then they were gone.

You didn’t know what compelled you to follow them out the back door just a minute later. Perhaps it was because you were innately nosey, or maybe it was the healer instinct in you pushing you to help someone in pain. It was likely the desire to dull the throbbing pain of missing your Mother by involving yourself in a potentially precarious situation.

The wooden door to the bar shut slowly behind you as the cool night air kissed your warm skin. You took in a small breath, savoring the freedom of the fresh air, before fairly loud voices at the end of the alley pulled your attention.

Morrigan and the general were standing together, seemingly arguing. “He was clearly violating her!” the male yelled.

“I know that, Cassian!” the female hissed. “I’m not saying you shouldn’t have done anything. I’m saying you should have deescalated the situation before he stabbed you and you threw him through a damn table!”

“I’m sorry!” He threw his hands up. He looked like he might have said more, but suddenly the second winged male, the Shadowsinger, appeared next to them from the shadows.

A beat of silence passed before the returned male said, “I assume she’s reaming you for acting like an impulsive brute?”

Wasn’t he right by the general’s side when that male was kicked through the table? You thought it was strange how casual the three of them were interacting with each other, even if they were arguing.

“Fuck you, Az,” the general grumbled.

The shadowsinger asked, his voice softer, “Are you alright?”

“No, he’s not alright,” Morrigan cut in, waving her hand toward his wing. “His wing has a damn gash in the middle of it.”

The general ran a hand through his hair and sighed, “We’re going to have to call Madja.”

“Are you happy now, Cas? Your bar fight–”

“Mor,” the shadowsinger cut her off quietly, and she quickly halted her verbal lashing.

A larged winged body was suddenly a foot away from you, and you yelped at the sudden intimidating presence. “Who are you?” he asked, his voice cold and hard.

You swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. “I–I’m Y/N. I don’t mean any harm. I followed you out here.” You glanced toward the two still at the end of the alley, now staring at you, as you spoke quickly to try to calm the menacing male in front of you. “I followed you out here to see if you needed any help. I’m a healer, and I saw your wing, but then when I came out here you were arguing and I–I froze.”

The shadowsinger seemed to believe you, taking a step back from your tense and wide-eyed form before dismissing you, “We don’t need your assistance.”

You bit your lip and glanced at the wounded male down the alley, agony slowly creeping through his resolve held up by the adrenaline coursing through him. “I know Illyrian wings are…delicate,” you swallowed. “But really, I can help. My mother–she was Illyrian.”

The shadowsinger glowered at you. “We would know if there was an Illyrian in Velaris.”

You shook your head slightly, holding his inscrutable stare. “Her wings were clipped,” you said softly, before adding, “if you can call it that. She was a teenager. Some boys in her camp ambushed her, took her wings.” You looked at him earnestly. “I don’t know how she made it to Velaris. She never told me. But she was a healer, and she taught me about caring for Illyrian wings. She always said it was important to be familiar with my,” you hesitated, glancing between the two full-blooded Illyrian males, “my culture.”

“Az,” Morrigan called, snapping his attention to where she stood with her arm now around the general’s middle. “I don’t know if we can wait on Madja. His wing, it’s already healing.”

His face was stoic when he turned back to you, but his eyes held a sense of urgency beneath his cool assessing gaze. “You know how to properly heal him?”

You nodded.

With a slight twitch of his jaw, he nodded toward the general. “Then help him.” Then, as an afterthought, “Please.”

You nodded again, gathering your remaining courage to stand up straight. “Take him to my shop. It’s just a few buildings down.”

~ Present ~

Since that night, the Inner Circle started to visit you for various tonics and treatments. Madja had vouched for you, telling them that many of the tonics she used in her clinic came from your store. You bonded quickly with the group, and even became friendly with Amren when she decided to visit your shop herself. Eventually, they invited you into their fold, hoping you could use the Court’s resources to further your tonic development and research.

You moved into the House of Wind. Cas, Az, Mor, and even Amren became your new family. Not long after you moved in, Mor had found you writhing in bed on the morning of your cycle, and for every one since then she was there to help you through it. Today, though, Mor was away in the Winter Court, and it looked like you would have to fend for yourself this time.

Your cycle was early. You tracked it religiously, given its severity, and you knew you had to prepare for it to take you down for at least a couple of days. You were always prepared. This time, though, with it nearly three weeks ahead of schedule, you had nothing you needed to get through this. No linens, no pain relief tonics, no sleep tonics (not that they did much), nothing. Worse yet, you were supposed to meet with Feyre today for lunch.

You loved your High Lady, but you still feared upsetting her, or worse yet, upsetting the High Lord by proxy. Rhys had been nothing but kind and welcoming to you since he returned to Velaris. Feyre, of course, knew no different. However, you were still hyper aware of how you had altered the tight dynamic Rhys expected to return to, and you were terrified of disappointing him or making him regret keeping you within his fold. The last thing you needed was to stand your friend, your High Lady, his mate up for lunch.

The mere thought of the pastries served at the patisserie you were meant to be at in an hour sent you hurdling over the toilet basin again, heaving as pain radiated from your abdomen. Breathing heavily, your vision swam as a ripple of pain so intense spread through you that you swore you felt it in your teeth. You slowly laid your body down on the cool tile, curling up in a ball. Tears leaked from your eyes as your vision grew hazier until eventually they closed on their own accord, darkness engulfing you.

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“Y/N,” a deep voice drawled. The voice was muffled, and you were confused where it was coming from. “Y/N,” the voice said again, this time much clearer, and you felt heat seeping into your skin. “Please, wake up!”

Brightness flooded your vision and you took in a small gasp as you reoriented to your surroundings. You squinted at the figure above you as they muttered, “Thank the Mother.”

“Azriel?”

His thumb brushed your cheek. “Yeah. Yeah it’s me.”

You winced as pain sliced through your abdomen, rolling onto your back. Azriel shifted to give you space to do so, but your side brushed his knee he had on the ground.

“Hey,” Azriel said softly, his hand now on your clammy arm. An uncomfortable layer of sweat coated your skin that only added to your misery. “Did you hit your head?”

You furrowed your brow. “What? No.”

“Then why did you pass out on the bathroom floor?”

Mortification seeped through the daze that lingered. “I—” You swallowed and glanced down at your body, still clothed in only a nightgown. A bloody nightgown now, since you’ve been laying here for who knows how long without any linens. Your face flushed. “My cycle started,” you told him meekly. “The pain—it was too much, I guess.”

His face softened and he brushed a gentle hand over your head. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He reached to pick you up, but you jerked away, mortification flooding you. “No.”

He frowned, hurt flashing through his eyes. “What? Why?”

You shook your head, looking away. Tears stung your eyes. “I’m fine, Azriel.” You weakly pushed yourself up, bracing a hand on the toilet. You quickly hunched over as pain gripped you. “I’ll be fine.”

“You’re in pain,” he argued. “Let me help you.”

Your stomach twisted and a tear ran down your cheek. You weren’t sure if it was from the pain or the absolute humiliation you felt right now from Azriel seeing you like this.

“Hey,” he said softly, warmth suffusing his normally cool voice. He gently brushed away the tear rolling down your cheek. A shadow curled through your hair that was now damp at your nape. “Can I run you a bath?”

You gazed at the blood on your gown and cringed at the sight. Your hyper awareness of it coating the skin of your legs only amplified your repulsion and discomfort. Finally, you nodded reluctantly but avoided his eyes.

You expected him to get up to start the bath, but instead he lifted your chin to make you face him. His eyes were so soft, so warm, when he said, “It’s just blood.” His hand shifted to cup your face. “It’s just me. There’s no reason to be embarrassed. I’ll leave if you really want me to. I can see if Feyre can stop by after—”

Your eyes widened. “Oh gods,” you gasped. “Feyre. I was supposed to meet her for lunch. What time is it?”

Azriel shushed you. “It’s okay. You missed lunch, but it’s okay. Feyre was worried about you, but she had an art class to teach, so she asked me to check on you. Clearly, she was right to be worried.”

“I can’t believe I stood her up—”

“You passed out in the bathroom from pain, Y/N,” he cut you off. “Feyre would never hold that against you. Neither would Rhys,” he added, knowing you far too well.

Water suddenly started filling the tub behind you. Azriel smiled softly. “I guess the House beat me to it.”

He stood up, and then reached down to pull you up by your underarms. You shakily stood in front of him, hands crossing over your abdomen. Your knees started to buckle under the intensity of the pain, but Azriel quickly stabilized you by your waist. You closed your eyes and sucked in a breath, in far too much pain to keep protesting his help you desperately needed. Help you desperately wanted. “Azriel,” you whimpered, nothing else coming out.

“I’m right here, sweetheart,” he reassured. “Do you need help getting in the bath?”

Resigned, you nodded. “I don’t think I can do this,” you whispered.

“Okay.” He nodded. “Let’s get you in the bath then. First, we need to get this gown off you.” His thumb gently brushed your hip, and his shadows mimed his gentle touch across your cheeks and neck. “Can I?”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek and nodded. He swiftly pulled the gown up and over your head, and while he turned to toss the gown in your hamper, you slid your ruined underwear off. You stepped toward the bath, but you embarrassingly tripped over your own feet. Azriel was there instantly, swiftly resting a hand on the middle of your bare back and another under your arm. “Easy,” he murmured, gently guiding you to step into the tub, stabilizing you as you sank down beneath the sudsy water.

You leaned back in the tub, Azriel releasing you. “I hate that you’re seeing me like this,” you admitted quietly.

Azriel frowned as he kneeled next to you outside the tub. “Why?”

“I hate how weak I am right now. It’s humiliating, Az. I shouldn’t need your help. I should be able to take care of myself.”

“How is me helping you any different from letting Mor help you?” he asked, seriously. 

Well, you weren’t in love with Mor, for starters.

“Mor doesn’t judge you, you know that. I’m not judging you either. I would never think less of you for this,” he told you. “I want to help you. I want to be here with you. So please, let me.”

You stared into his eyes for a brief moment, absorbing the genuine care and concern shining through the normally cool and guarded male. Here was this massive winged Illyrian warrior, adorned in armor and powerful siphons, with shadows swirling around him and a dagger strapped to his side that sent most scrambling, sitting beside you at your weakest most vulnerable state. You felt nothing but safe in that moment, and the thought made you close your eyes to hide the glossy sheen quickly forming over them. 

You wanted Azriel with you. You wanted him to take care of you. You were embarrassed, yes, vulnerable and exposed, but you knew in your bones that there was no one else on the planet who would care for you as well as Azriel.

With your eyes still closed, you asked him quietly, “Will you please help me wash my hair?”

A beat passed, then Azriel said, “Of course I will.”

Your eyes fluttered open to meet his soft ones. Then you yelped as something fell and splashed into the tub, getting water on Azriel. You winced as you leaned forward to scoop it out, finding a bottle of shampoo and conditioner. 

“You can tell the House was Made by Nesta,” Azriel muttered until his breath. You couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped you, earning a shy grin from Azriel.

He took the bottles from you and sat them on the floor. He slid off some of the armor on his arms, including the siphons, leaving just the one in the center of his chest. You watched him pour a handful of shampoo into the palm of his tan, scarred hand. 

You closed your eyes again as he started gently massaging the shampoo into your scalp, building a soothing lather. His large hands and surprisingly nimble fingers scrubbed every inch of your scalp, and you thought you might melt when he paid special attention to the nape of your neck. When he was done, he filled a small bowl you kept on your sink with water, then slowly poured it over your head to rinse the soap from your hair. 

He pulled a cloth from the stack of towels beside the tub, but he paused his motions after dipping it in the soapy water. Before he could even ask, you nodded your head and murmured, “Please.”

Azriel gently washed your arm and then the next. He ran the cloth over your collarbone, barely brushing the tops of your breasts, but you were too exhausted and numb with resounding pain to think much of it, and Azriel’s touch and gaze remained nothing but respectful. A warm hand on your shoulder gently coaxed you to lean forward so he could reach your back.

A shiver racked your body as he brushed over your spine, and simultaneously another sharp pain pierced your abdomen. Tears leaked from the corner of your eyes from the juxtaposition of sensations you were feeling. Azriel brushed a tear away with his thumb not covered in soap. “Doing okay?” he asked softly.

More tears leaked from your eyes. “It hurts so bad, Az,” you choked out.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said sincerely, as he finished washing your back. “I wish I could do something.”

“You are, Az.” You placed your hand over his on your shoulder, meeting his eyes briefly before he looked away. “I’ve only spent a cycle alone once and,” you swallowed the ache that formed in your chest, “And it was horrible. You just being here—it means everything. Let alone you taking care of me.”

He didn’t say anything, but he brushed small strokes against the skin of your shoulder before pulling the cloth away from your back. You took the cloth from him and said, “I can finish up.”

He nodded, and for a moment he looked unsure what to do before you said, “Az?” His gaze snapped back to yours. Your cheeks heated irrationally. “I don’t have any linens for…” You looked down at the water before going back to him. “And I don’t have any tonics.”

His eyes widened at the last sentence. “You haven’t even taken a tonic?”

You shook your head. “I’m normally more prepared than this, but this time it was so early,” you told him, embarrassed. 

“Why didn’t you ask someone to get you one? Ask me?” he asked, clearly exasperated. “Mother above, Y/N. I know Mor is usually the one who helps you, but any of us would do anything for you.”

You looked away as he sighed and brushed a hand over your hair. “I’ll get you what you need,” he murmured. “Are you okay here for a few minutes?”

You nodded. “I promise not to pass out and drown in the bathtub.”

“That’s not even funny,” he grumbled as he stood up. He put his siphons back on his wrist and said, “I’ll be right back.” He spared one more hesitant glance at you before exiting the bathroom, quietly shutting the door behind him.

You quickly washed yourself, then leaned back against the tub to wait for Azriel to return. You thought about getting out, but the pain radiating to your thighs and the remaining lightheadedness made you think better of it. A lingering shadow swooped over your collarbone, as if agreeing with your decision. You shut your eyes, practicing some of the breathing techniques Nesta had shared with you from their Valkyrie training to distract you. 

The door creaked open and Azriel’s voice said, “If you fell asleep in the tub, so help me.”

You peaked at him through hooded eyes before fully opening them. A teasing smile adorned his face, and he held a bottle and some linen cloth pads in his hands. He sat the linens on the counter and opened the bottle, handing it to you. “Drink this.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. He left the bathroom again briefly before returning with a new gown and underwear. “Are you ready to get out?”

“Yeah,” you said, licking your lips of any residual bitterness from the tonic.

Azriel reached for a towel and held it up for you. “I have some food and water for you in the room to wash the tonic down,” he said. You shakily stood up in the tub and he swiftly wrapped you in the towel. He held you by your arm as you stepped out, and guided you over to the counter where your clothes were.

He grabbed the underwear that already had a pad in it. “Here.” He knelt down in front of you, holding the underwear out for you. “Hang on to me and step in these.”

You did as he said, and he swiftly pulled them up your legs. He followed suit with the nightgown, letting the towel drop only after it covered you. He then used your comb on your counter to detangle your wet hair, patting it dry with your towel. 

You wanted to kiss this male for how sweet he was. He presented himself as cold, stoic, and dangerous, but he was the kindest male you had ever met. The gentleness in his touch was a paradox to the career and reputation he had.

He picked you up without warning, cradling you in his arms. “Let’s get you in bed.”

He moved swiftly through your room, setting you on the bed with clean sheets. He handed you a glass of water, telling you to drink before handing you a berry scone. “You think you can stomach this?”

You nodded, not entirely convinced you could, but you were starving. Azriel sat beside you on the bed quietly while you ate your scone. You took a few more sips of water before setting it back on the nightstand. Azriel reached for another tonic bottle on the table, handing it to you. “This is a sleep tonic,” he told you. “Madja said they don’t usually work for your cycle? But I thought it was worth trying, if you want.”

You nodded. “Thank you, Az.” You drank the tonic, this one thankfully sweeter than the first one. “When I was younger, my mom always gave me a sleep tonic that instantly put me to sleep.” You smiled, nostalgia hitting you. Azriel listened intently. “I have no idea how she made it. I’ve never been able to successfully recreate it. I wish she wrote her recipes down, so I had more than just the memories of things she told me,” you said softly.

You laid down, head resting on your pillow as you faced Az. His eyes roved over you, uncertainty flickering in them. “Is there anything else I can get you?”

Trepidation laced your voice as you started, “Can you just—” you swallowed hard and shook your head. “Nevermind,” you whispered, smiling half-heartedly. “I’m fine. Thank you, Az.”

Azriel frowned, and he smoothed a gentle hand over your damp hair. The motion had his cool cedar scent wafting over you, and you closed your eyes in a brief indulgence. “Y/N,” he murmured, hazel eyes glimmering with resolution as they met yours, “Tell me what you need. You say it, and it’s yours.”

Your heart skipped a beat. A few beats passed as you grappled for the courage to make your request. “Can you please just lay with me?” you asked, voice cracking under the weight of so many different emotions flooding your system.

Nearly imperceptibly, Azriel’s eyes widened. If you didn’t know him so well, you would have never noticed the shift in his breathing, the twitch of his wings. All signs that Azriel, the Shadowsinger, was nervous. You had feared rejection, but suddenly you were hit with the new fear that you had made him uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry,” you rushed out. “I should never—you don’t have to—”

“Hey,” he rested a warm hand on the duvet covering your thigh. “Of course I will.” He stood up from the bed and moved to the couch that rested under your window, slipping off his boots. “Just let me take some of this off first.”

You shifted to face him fully, watching silently as he removed his heavy leathers from his torso, leaving his chest and arms bare with his shadows slowly snaking across him. He removed his belt and thigh holsters, then he started unlacing his pants before he paused and met your gaze. You blushed at being caught in your ogling, but Azriel didn’t seem to mind. “Is this okay? I can go get some clean clothes from my room. I just—I know you like your bed clean, and I didn’t want to climb in with these dirty leathers.”

“It’s fine, Az,” you assured him, smiling softly. 

He nodded and slipped his pants off, leaving him in his underwear. Your breath caught at the sight of his tanned, muscled thighs, and the blush on your cheeks intensified with the impure thoughts pushing to the front of your mind. A new wave of pain quickly dissolved any thoughts of debauchery, and your wince and sharp inhale had Azriel taking quick strides to your bed.

He climbed in under the covers, the warmth radiating from his body immediately seeping into your cool, damp skin. He moved around until he was on his side, facing you, and his wings sprawled out behind him. A few tendrils of shadow flitted over to you, grazing your neck and cheeks. You grinned despite the pain you were still in.

“Sorry,” Azriel murmured, and you swore his cheeks were tinged pink. “Do they bother you?”

“Not at all,” you told him honestly. “They’re…comforting, really.”

His eyes softened, and he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. The pad of his thumb grazed the exposed skin of your collarbone, and you couldn’t help the goosebumps that appeared across your flesh. “Come here,” Azriel said softly, gently nudging you toward him.

You both shimmied closer to each other until you were fully pressed against his tattooed chest, cheek meeting the warm skin of his pectoral. You curled your arms up in between you both, letting his body fully cocoon yours as his arms wrapped around you.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “Growing up, my mother would always hold me. Whenever I was hurting. Whether it was because of my cycle, or if I was scared, or heartbroken,” your voice cracked as you continued, “She would always lay with me and just hold me.” You sniffed, and a tear rolled down your cheek as Azriel’s embrace tightened. “I miss her so much, Az,” you sobbed.

“I know, sweetheart,” he cooed and rubbed his hand up and down your arm. “You can always tell me about her. Anytime you want.”

You nodded into his chest, not ready to speak.

“I wish I could have met her,” he told you quietly. “She would be so proud of you, though, I know it. Imagine if she knew you followed the High Lord’s general out of a bar and demanded to heal his wings.”

You scoffed, but it sounded more like a choke. “I did not demand anything.” 

You couldn’t see his face, but you knew he was smiling. “True, you were too polite to do such a thing.”

“Were?”

He laughed. “But we all knew you weren’t going to let Cassian leave without you at least looking at him. Most people run the other direction when they see us, but not you.” His wing settled over the two of you softly, the added warmth and pressure a welcome comfort. “I’m so glad Cas got in that fight.”

“I am too.”

You shifted slightly so you could see the wing hovering over you. You met Azriel’s warm and watchful hazel eyes as you hesitantly reached for the delicate membrane. You paused before touching him, meeting his curious gaze, and when he didn’t stop you, you lightly brushed your fingertips across the smooth and leathery membrane. Azriel shuddered, and you quickly retracted your hand.

“Sorry,” you rushed out, your cheeks and ears hot. “I’m sorry. They’re just so beautiful. I forget how delicate and sensitive they are.”

“Sensitive, being the key word,” Az choked out.

“Sorry,” you murmured, looking away sheepishly.

“It’s okay,” he assured, pulling you tight against him again. “I don’t mind you touching them. Truly. Like I said, they’re just sensitive.”

He jostled you around a bit as he readjusted, holding you tight against him with his wing still offering an extra layer of protection. “Why don’t you try to get some sleep, yeah?” His soft, near melodic voice made you aware of your eyes starting to droop with every passing second. “I’ll stay right here,” he promised.

“Okay,” you weakly rasped as you unabashedly nuzzled against him. “Thank you, Az.”

“Anything for you, Y/N,” he whispered as his cheek rested against the top of your head. “Anything.”

#53 “That is the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.” #97 “Fuck, are you bleeding?”

-

“… and that’s it.” Steve finishes serious, but with a small smile on his face. “That’s the stupidest plan you’ve ever had.” You break the silence after a few minutes. “Of course I’m in.” “(Y/N), no.” Bucky pleads quietly and shakes his head, but you ignore it. You understand that he wants you safe, but that doesn’t mean that you sit on your ass all day and wait until he’s coming home.

Blood is dripping down your hip and you press your hand on it, trying to hide it from Bucky and the others. “Fuck, are you bleeding?” Tony asks and you close resigned. Immediately Bucky comes to you, checking your body for wounds. A hiss leaves his mouth as he sees the scratch. “It’s fine, baby.” You say, but as you open your eyes your vision is blurred. “Shit…(Y/N), noo.” Bucky shouts. It’s the last thing you hear before you collapse in his arms…

Awesome!

Is this anger?

Pairing: loki x reader Thor x reader (friend ship)

Author: me

Word count: 2818

Warnings: language,

Summary: Reader and Loki get into a fight when the reader gets into his cell. She ignores him for a few days until she has to leave and she goes to Loki to say good bye.

Requests: “Hey. Can you make a part 2 for “is this love?” where the reader can get into his cell and they can touch each other and hug and kiss. stuff like this. smut if you want, pleeeease”

“part two for ‘is this love?’ the reader and loki get into a fight and the reader leaves asgard and loki is all depressed? thank you!”

A/n: I didn’t do smut in this but in part 3 (if I make it) I will put smut. you can find part 1 HERE

**

it has been two days since that little incident and Odin still doesn’t like nor believe you. You still have visit’s with Loki and everytime he see’s that bruised up cheek of your he gets mad. really mad. like the hulk mad. You guys are always having normal conversations. That one time you started to talk with another prisoner and Loki got jealous so for the sake of his life you kind of stopped talking to him, and moved him down the hall just for safety reasons.

“I need to ask you something.” You said to Thor,

“Anything.” He said with a bright smile. You sighed, how were you going to say this?

“Do you think…you could..uh….,” Thor rolled his eyes in annoyance,

“Oh come on, y/n. Spit it out” He chuckled at you. You took a deep breath in,

“Do you think you can let me in Loki’s cell?”

Thor’s smile dropped, “why would you want that?” He asked confused. You grabbed Thor’s hand and pulled his to a chair so he could sit down,

“You said it yourself, Loki is in love with me and I him. He wouldn’t hurt me.” You looked in Thor’s eyes with a pleading look.

“I don’t know, y/n.” He paused, “He doesn’t have to hurt you to escape”

“Please?” He didn’t say anything, “you promised me a fun time here. Me seeing loki will be fun”

“You did see loki,” Thor said.

“You know what I mean,” you looked around to see of anyone else was coming, “I wanna do more than just see him, Thor”

“Ah, so this is about sex?” He said loudly. Very loudly.

“Thor keep it down!” You shouted, “if anyone heard you I would most likely be put in a cell just like Loki’s” you said in a whisper, “besides, I don’t wanna do the sex with him, I just wanna hug him or something. considering we both admitted that we love each other.”

“I’ll see what I can do,”

*

“Odin,” you bowed, over these weeks you decided to actually bow to the dick because you are trying to be on his good side he doesn’t send his men to kill you and then hide your body. can he do that?

“y/n,” Odin greeted you with a glare, “How nice to see you before you leave.”

“yeah, uh about that, I am here to ask if I can extend my stay here in Asgard.” you told him with your head low.

“No,”

“But sir-” you started but he cut you off,

“I am sorry but I do not trust you and when you ask for a-”

“Odin,” Came a scolding voice, Odin sighed, “Loki is in love with girl,” she said, “what do you think will happen when she leaves and doesn’t come back?”

“Frigga, please-” Frigga cut him off by looking towards you with a gentle smile,

“Your stay is extened to whatever date you please,” she walked up to you and you stood up to your feet. She took your hands in hers, “I have been dying to meet you” you smiled awkwardly, “please excuse my husband. he doesn’t trust anyone who has a conversation with my son”

“you’re Loki’s mother?” you asked in shock, “but I though he was a-”

“I may not be his biological mother but he grew up as my son and nothing will change that” her smile stayed on her face.

“Honestly, Loki never mentioned you,” you said with a real smile, “I like you”

“come,” she said. you followed her through the halls, “You and I are the only one who visit Loki and I thank you for that, If we weren’t to visit him he would go mad.” she chuckled.

“No offence but you are so nice and respectful, why are you with a man like Odin” you asked looking at Frigga.

“Odin is a man of cruelty and rudeness but he does love me in his way” she smiled,

you scoffed, “I wish he loved me” she stopped and looked at you,

“Excuse me?” she asked in shock,

“oh god!” you laughed “not like that, I mean respected me or-or you know just being a friend”

“ah,” she laughed, “You midgardians always please me”

“you should come down to earth, I can take you to go see a movie, have you ever saw a movie?” you asked her

“movie?” she asked furrowing her eye in confusion,

“yeah, uh moving pictures.” you smiled

“as interesting as it sounds I am Asgard’s queen and I cannot leave my home” she frowned, 

“Lady y/n!” you turned around and saw a guard running up to you

“I’m no lady.” you smirked 

“Thor has requested you company in the dungeons, he says it is about what you said earlier.” The guard said, “my queen” he greeted Frigga, 

“Go,” Frigga said, “Give my boy a hug for me,” she winked.

“How did you know?” you asked the queen.

“how else did you think Thor got permission to let you in the cell? he is powerful but not that powerful. If anything were to happen to you in that cell he would be sent in the cell next to loki,” she said, “but me however, Odin would not do tat to me.”

“Thank you” you said, grinning ear to ear.

*

“I will have these 4 guards standing outside of the door,” Thor pointed to the heavily armed guards, “and the prisoner’s were moved to the other dungeon so you guys have privacy, you only have 2 hours max, if Odin finds out that you were in the cell with Loki he won’t need evidence to back up his story either he will kill you or through you off of Asgard. quit literally, like into oblivious”

“okay,” you said with wide eyes

“I’m just kidding the worst he will do is just ban you from Asgard but then mother will let you back in, she is the queen after all” Thor smiled,

“You do realize that’s not funny right” you glared as Thor chuckled, “It’s kind of funny”

you sighed and walked into the dungeon, closing the door behind you, “Loki?” you called out as you skipped down the empty hall until you came face to face with the thick wall of glass, you held up the keys so Loki could see, “guess what I got Frigga to do for me?” you smirked.

“Y/n, you can’t come in here.” Loki said sternly

“and why’s that” you asked as you walked around the cell to the door,

“Y/n, please. If I even touch you I won’t resist myself” you laughed,”so, that is what this is about?” you asked as you unlocked the door, “the horny Loki is taking a peek?” 

“No, it’s not like that. It has been awhile since I killed someone” you stopped as your hand reached the door knob,

“Are you saying you are going to kill me?” you asked, “Loki, I know you are self conscious but that’s just sad.” you said as you opened the door. Loki didn’t move, he just stood there staring at you in shock, “so,” you whispered, “Are you going to kill me or are you going to kiss me?”

“oh hell,” Loki said to himself as he ran up to you, he grasped you head in his hands and crashed his lips to yours. The first thing you see is his bright green eyes before closing them.  Everything seemed to slow down like in a romantic movie you felt all you needed was the rain. Loki’s tongue skimmed you bottom lip, asking for entrance which you happily obliged. your tongues met together. he tastes of blueberries and strawberries. it was sweat.

Loki pushed you against the wall with force and you let out a moan as the hard surface hit your back. His hands wandered down before going to your breasts. Before you could muster up a moan he quickly pulled away, “I-I’m sorry y/n. That was very inappropriate” he apologized. turning around and taking a few steps to the other side of the cell.

“What are you saying sorry for loki?” you asked walking up behind him.

“why are we doing this?” he asked turning around to face you, “what we have sex then you leave Asgard and never come back? you get to tell all of your friends on how you slept with the great Loki of Asgard?” he asked rage filling his eyes, “huh?” he grabbed you shoulders and shook you.

“what?” you asked pushing him hands off of you, “No! why would I do that to you?” you asked with shock and sadness.

“Oh I don’t know, to see if the great loki has a heart?” he asked taking you words from a couple days ago, you stared at him, you were starting to get mad.

“Excuse me?” you asked  “You are the one who kissed me, mister!”

“Yeah and maybe I’m regretting it!” He shouted back.

“oh,” you said with a face smile, “Is this anger!”

“Yes this is fucking anger!” his eyes were filled with rage.

“Oh go eat a snickers!” you screamed in his face.

“Stop with your god damn references!” 

“Miss,” Came a voice by the door, “Are you alright?”

“I’M FINE!” you shouted while Loki screamed ‘SHE’S FINE’

The guard was quick to leave.

“MAYBE I WILL STOP WITH MY REFERENCES WHEN YOU STOP ACTING LIKE A BITCH!”

“HOW AM I ACTING LIKE A BITCH?” 

“Maybe it’s because you are always whining on ‘oh Odin hit you, that’s not fair” or “I wish I can get out of this god forsaken place and live like a king” you said in a whining little girl’s voice

“I DON’T SOUND LIKE THAT!”

“I HATE YOU!”

“I can’t believe I ever loved you!”

“Go try and destroy another planet!”

“Maybe I will!” he said walked towards you, you being as clumsy as you are, tripped over something and fell to the ground, hitting your head in the process. Luckily you you didn’t pass out. you stood up and touched your wound and bringing your hand back so you can see the blood.

“You dick!” you screamed, “you did this to me!” Loki’s eyes lost their anger and were now filled with sorrow and regret.

“y/n, I-I’m sorry,” he took a step towards you. You held up your hand to stop him,

“FUCK YOU!” you said before leaving the cell. You gared at loki before you closed and locked the door behind you.

“My lady,” the guard said running up to you, “are you alright?” he asked,

“do I look fucking alright?” you snapped and stomped away.

*

“I swear I am going to kill him!” Thor shouted as he walked back and forth.

“Thor,” you said as the doctor patted your wound with a napkin, “I told you this ten times,’ you paused as Thor stopped and looked at you, “Go do then! seriously, I hate the bastard! throw him off a fucking cliff!”

“Now, now,” Frigga said as she entered the room, “You and Loki just got into a fight, Odin and I get into fights every now and then but we always love each other in the end” she said softly 

“Well,” you began, “I don’t love the fucking god he can go suck a bag of di-”

“Y/n,” Thor said, “You are talking to the queen.”

you stopped, “I’m sorry. I am just really pissed off as you can see”

“I can see very well” Frigga smiled, “You must know that it was not all of Loki’s fault” she said.

“what” you scoffed, “Uh yeah it is, he was the one who-”

“y/n,” she said sternly, “I have had the same talk with Loki. I feel as if I am talking to kids!” she said loudly, it wasn’t a scream, “Now get your act together!” You and Thor froze. It was silent until Thor started to laugh,

“Work it, mother” he chuckled. Frigga nodded and left the room.

“Wow” you said in a whisper, “I guess she gets mad.”

“She is a mother, “ Thor smirked, “It’s her job”

*

It has been two days and you were planning on leaving today, you had to be back at work or else Nick Fury would chew your ass. You were happy to be leaving, you missed your home. All you wanted to do was cuddle with your phone and watch netflix.

you stuffed your last bit of clothing in your bag and sighed, “How the hell am I going to close you?” you asked yourself.

“try sitting on it” Thor’s voice said behind you, you shrugged,

“That may work”

“Are you going to say bye to my brother?” Thor asked coming up next to you,

“I don’t know,” you sighed, “I don’t think he wants to see me”

“Believe me when i say this, he does” he smiled, “he hasn’t been eating for the past couple days and he started to read alice in wonderland again”

“Good, “ you huffed, “I hope he starves to death”

“you don’t mean that” Thor said,

you sat down on your bed, “I don’t”

“Go see him, “Thor suggested, “I will finish your packing” 

“Alright”

*

“why so glum?” you asked loki as you walked in front of his cell. His head is in his hands as he sat on the side of his bed. There was food beside his bed on a small table that wasn’t touched. Beside that was ‘alice in wonderland’ opened and sitting face forward.

He looks up at you with a smile, “Y/n.”

“I heard you weren’t eating” you said with a straight face.

“oh uh,” He looked at his food, “I wasn’t hunger”

“for two days?” you asked with a small smirk on your face. Loki looked at you with tears in his eyes,

“I’m so sorry I did what I did to you the other day. It was foolish and selfish-”

“You were the one foolish?” you asked with a chuckle, “I told you to go eat a snickers” Loki laughed along with you. you stopped laughing and sighed, “Listen, I’m leaving today and I thought, well Thor thought that I should come and say bye”

“Come in here and give me a proper goodbye, then” Loki said with a small smile,

“I think we both know that’s a bad idea” you said with your hands i your pockets.

“Don’t go” He whispered,

“I have to,” You said tying not to let the tears come, “I have a job, a life”

“You can get a job here, “ Loki said tears streaming down his face, “You could live here too, mother already likes you and well you’ll grow on Odin”

“I can’t. You know why Loki. I can’t just drop everything and stay here in Asgard. I have friends there family. And I know if I do stay here Steve and Tony will hunt me down and drag me back” you laughed.

“Those god forsaken avengers are always winning” Loki growled under his breath but you heard.

“Loki, please. let’s not fight” you said closing your eyes,

“Then don’t leave!” Loki begged you, “please! I love you! You can’t leave!”

“I’m sorry! but I have to” you said, tears now streaming down your face to, “Good bye loki” you said softly.

“No! No! No! Please” Loki cried, “DON’T GO!”

You kept walking, ignoring his cries and left the dungeon with your heart broken.

*

“Here we are,” Thor smiled as he dropped your bags on your couch, “Home sweet uh….Home” he slowed down as he saw your dog run up to you, “How do you live with that vial creature?” he asked you as you laughed when your dog kissed your ear.

“It’s called a pet,” You said smiling, ‘You should get one”

“uh, no” Thor said, “I got to go. Father doesn’t like it much that I’m aloe with you,” he laughed as you quickly gave him a hug.

“I’m going t miss you” Thor said hugging you back. 

“Me too” you let go of Thor and he left.

“Just me and you now” you said to your dog, you noticed something in the corner of your eye. ou turned around and saw ‘alice in wonderland’ on your coffee table beside your couch, Thor must have left it for you.

You picked it up and a piece of paper fell from it, Slowly you picked it up and unfolded it.

It read,

I figured you would want this back - L

p.s: I love you.

******

And I’m done!

Sad Love Story

Reader is in love with Bucky but is too afraid to tell him until it’s too late.

Word Count: 3081 (dang)

A/N: I thought this was pretty crappy but oh well, hopefully you enjoy! (There are a few curse words in there but that’s about it.)

“Hey let’s do something today,” Bucky said, closing his laptop. 

“I thought we agreed that we can’t do anything fun today because I have an essay to write and you have to complete your mission report,” you replied. 

“Yeah well, I’m kind of over it, and I’m not really in the mood to finish this anyways. Plus I really want to spend time with my best friend. Let’s go get some ice cream and watch a movie!” he exclaimed. 

You smiled at his childness before closing your laptop.  “Sounds like a great idea.” 

“Yes!” he said with excitement while closing his laptop.  

You always admired his personality and how he could be so joyful after everything that had happened to him.  You remembered the first day you met Bucky, he was so nervous to even touch you, afraid that he would hurt you like he hurt all those people before.  You remembered the first time you heard Bucky laugh genuinely causing you to laugh along with him.  You remembered the first night Bucky woke up screaming from a nightmare, sweat dripping down his face, his breaths uneven, and his hands clutching onto the bed sheets causing his knuckles to become white.  You remembered hearing his cry causing you to jolt out of bed and rush to his side immediately, comforting him until his breathing went back to normal, until he was no longer shaking.  You remembered those times where he couldn’t sleep and insisted that you stay with him resulting in you playing with his hair and sharing about your day at University.  

You remembered every single moment with him causing you to fall in love with him a little bit more each time.  You knew you should tell him your true feelings, but you knew he didn’t like you the same way.  Your friendship was more important than your true feelings.  

“See you in five,” Bucky said as he walked out of your room with a huge smile on his face.  

You laughed silently to yourself as you prepared yourself for an awesome day with your best friend.

A couple of days later, you and the rest of the team were invited to yet another party hosted by Stark, the only difference was, Bucky was escorting a girl.  She was tall and thin with long brown hair and brown eyes.  She smiled at everyone as she met the entire team.  

“And last but certainly not least, my best friend, (Y/N). (Y/N) this is Megan, my girlfriend.” 

“Oh my goodness, Bucky talks about you all of the time! I’m glad to finally meet you,“ she said shaking your hand. 

“Likewise,” you said with a small smile.  

“Well, I’m going to go get a drink, I’ll be right back,” Megan said before heading to the bar. 

“She’s pretty,” you said just loud enough for Bucky to hear. 

“I know, she’s absolutely amazing (Y/N), she’s everything I want in a woman.  I know you’ll love her too,” he said with a huge smile on his face.  

You smiled back, concealing the pain that was coming from your heart breaking into a million pieces.  You watched as Bucky walked back to his girlfriend who was waiting for him with a glass.  

“You should tell him you know?” Steve said leaning against the table beside you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied quickly, fixing your dress. 

“(Y/N), you know exactly what I mean.” 

“I can’t tell him now!” you exclaimed, “I mean just look at him,” you said pointing at Bucky’s direction, “he looks so happy.” 

“I know, but he deserves to know,” Steve said beginning to walk away from the table, “and if it means anything, I think you’re a much better match for him,” he whispered before walking away.  

You smiled to yourself before returning your attention back to the party.  

Before you knew it, months had passed, and Bucky was still together with Megan.  You were surprised knowing how quickly he would move one girl to another.  Your heart started to break little by little as you heard him talk about just how amazing Megan was or how Megan was absolutely perfect for him.  

You remembered the time Megan had moved into the tower nearly redecorating every room to her desire.  Pictures of the two of them began to pop up in the living room and the dining room making your heart clench in your chest.  

You remembered the first night Bucky had a nightmare when Megan was in the building.  You remembered how you shot out of bed like it was a natural instinct, however by the time you reached his room, you saw Megan by his side comforting him.  You froze realizing you were no longer the only one who could comfort him after a nightmare.  You felt tears building up in your eyes, jealousy and bits of anger filling your mind.  

You decided to let out your frustration by going down to the training room and punching the shit out of a punching bag.  You neglected to tape your hands, hoping that the pain would take your mind off of your aching heart.  

With every blow against the bag, your reflected on each event you had with Bucky causing you to only become more angry.  After what felt like hours, you stopped, your breaths shortening as your forehead leaned against the bag.  

“Couldn’t sleep either?” you heard Bucky ask from behind you.  

You shook your head, not wanting to face him.  “Why are you up? Shouldn’t you be asleep with Megan?” you asked getting some water while avoiding his gaze.  

“I had another nightmare,” he said softly. 

You stopped what you were doing before replying, “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” 

“You don’t have to lie, I saw you at my door.  Why are you avoiding me?” he asked making his way towards you. 

“I’m not avoiding you Bucky,” you said quietly, facing him.  

“Bullshit, did I do something wrong? I miss you,” he pleaded grabbing your hand.  

You felt sparks as his hand clung to yours so naturally, your guys’ hands fit perfectly together.  

“Nothing,” you finally replied, “You did nothing wrong.  I just have a lot on my mind right now.” 

“You want to talk about it?” he asked, his eyes searching for yours.  

You finally looked up into his eyes, your heart shattering into a million pieces.  You felt your eyes beginning to water before you replied, “I can’t do this,” and walking out of the room leaving both a confused and hurt Bucky behind.  

Ever since that encounter, you decided to move out of the tower and into your own apartment, you couldn’t bare to see the couple walking around everyday. 

“Do you have to go?” you heard Bucky ask from the doorway of your empty room.  

“Yeah, I need to be on my own for a little bit and figure this out by myself.” 

You grabbed the last of your belongings and walked towards Bucky who had a sad look on his face.  Your heart broke even more but you knew it was the right thing for the both of you.  

“You promise you’ll talk about it when you’re ready?” 

You froze, you didn’t know if you’ll ever be ready.  You decided to lie in order to calm some of his nerves by nodding with a small smile on your face.  

“I’ll only be a couple of blocks away, it’s not like I am moving half way across the world or anything,” you said trying to lighten up the mood. 

You couldn’t bear to see Bucky like this.  

He smiled softly before pulling you into a hug, “See you around best friend,” he mumbled into your hair.  

“See you,” you said before leaving his embrace and leaving the tower.  

Years had past and although you and Bucky were still friends, your relationship with each other was holding on by a thread.  You began to become more distant, not just with him but with the entire team.  You would occasionally meet up with him for coffee but your guys’ meeting would only last for about an hour until you had to make an excuse to leave.  

Suddenly one day as you were sorting out your mail that evening, you received a letter in beautiful handwriting.  You opened it, automatically regretting that decision.  The letter in your hand was actually an invitation…an invitation to Bucky and Megan’s wedding.  

You didn’t even know they were engaged.  

“Why didn’t he tell me?” you said to yourself.  

You quickly picked up your phone and called Bucky, part of you wanting to tell him your true feelings, part of you wanting to tell him that this was a mistake and that Megan wasn’t the one for him…that you were.  However, once you heard Bucky’s voice answer, “hello?” all of your thoughts about telling him the truth disappeared.  

“Hi Bucky,” you started quietly. 

“(Y/N), how are you?” he asked, slightly surprised that you were calling him.  

“I just uh,” you froze debating whether or not to tell him the truth, “I wanted to tell you I got the invitation.  Congratulations, why didn’t you tell me?” you asked.  

“I was going to but we weren’t necessarily on good terms.” 

“Oh,” you replied quietly, “Well, I want to let you know that I will be attending. Thank you for inviting me.” 

“Of course, I couldn’t not have my best friend at my wedding,”  he said chuckling.  

You felt your heart shatter once again before you said, “Well all right then, I’ll see you around.” 

“See you,” Bucky replied before hanging up the phone.  

The moment you set your phone down you started to sob, you knew it was too late to tell him about your true feelings.  You sunk down to the floor, leaning against the counter top in your kitchen with your head in your hands.  

“Why didn’t I tell him sooner?” you asked yourself.  

The day you dreaded finally came where you had to put on your best fake smile and act like everything was okay.  You had a plan, after the ceremony, you were going to leave and stay with your sibling.  Your stuff was all packed and ready to go, all you had to do was wait for the “I do’s” and then you would leave this life behind you, forever.  

As you were shrugging your raincoat off of your shoulders, you ran into Steve who was walking around greeting guests for Bucky.  “(Y/N)!” Steve said before giving you a hug, “How are you?” he asked sympathetically. 

“I’ve been better,” you said quietly, “I’m leaving for good after today.  I thought you should know.” 

“What? You can’t just leave, we need you (Y/N).” 

“I can’t keep living like this, I already missed my chance to tell him how I truly felt and now I’m here at his wedding! My heart breaks every time I see him now and I just can’t do it anymore,” you said, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.  

“You should tell him,” he said.  

“I can’t tell him now! He’s about to get married!” you exclaimed.  

“(Y/N), he deserves to know, besides you’ll be leaving all of this behind you.  Just write a letter or something and slip it into his room once he leaves.” 

“But I-” you started, immediately being cut off.  

“(Y/N), it’s the right thing to do,” Steve said.  

You sighed and nodded, giving into his advice before searching for a notepad and pen.  Once you were able to get your supplies, you sat down and began to write down your thoughts.  

Once you were done, you decided to head to the room where Bucky was getting ready. Bucky was surprised to see you there.  

“How are you feeling?” you asked as Bucky was putting on his tie.  

“I don’t know, there’s a part of me that’s telling me this is wrong.  But it isn’t, right?” 

You froze at his words, could it be that he had feelings for you as well?  No, there’s no way.  You snapped out of your thoughts before replying, “It’s probably the nerves that comes with getting married.” 

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” he mumbled, struggling to tie his tie.  

“Here, let me help,” you said rushing up to Bucky and using your slim fingers to tie the tie perfectly around his neck.  

“Thanks,” he said, smiling.  

“Buck!” Steve said barging into the room.  

Steve smiled at you before saying, “It’s time.” 

“I’ll be out there in a sec,” he replied, Steve nodding at his response and leaving.  

“You ready to become a married man?” you asked, your voice slightly cracking from the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. 

“I think so, what’s that?” he asked referring to the piece of paper in your hand. 

“Oh nothing you need to worry about,” you said quickly slipping it into your purse.  

Bucky sighed, straightening his suit and saying, “Time to become a married man,” repeating your words with a smile.  

You smiled back before pulling him into a hug, “Good luck,” you whispered laughing slightly.  

Bucky smiled before leaving you behind in the room.  You pulled the piece of paper out of your purse again and stared at it for a long minute.  You sighed and said to yourself, “It’s for the best,” before leaving it on the table by the mirror.  

You quickly left the room and took a seat in the chapel next to the rest of the team.  Little did you know that Bucky, being the forgetful person that he was, had forgotten his vows and had returned to his room moments after you had left.  

He quickly grabbed what he needed before his eyes landed on your letter on the table.  His name was written in the most beautiful handwriting.  He smiled taking the letter of of the table and opening, assuming it was from his wife to be telling him how excited she was to become Mrs. Barnes.  

However, it was exactly the opposite.  As he read the letter in your recognizable handwriting, he froze.  

Dearest Bucky, 

I know that now is probably the worst time to tell you this but I thought you should know.  For the past 7 years I’ve known you, I have loved you and I still am.  I am truly, madly, deeply in love with you and it hurts. I loved you so much that I didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship by telling you my true feelings.  All of those memories we shared together are ones that I will treasure forever.  I hope you have a great life with Megan, I know she will be the perfect wife for you.  

Love, 

(Y/N)  

Bucky froze, he couldn’t believe his eyes, how could he have been so blind?  He sat down on the chair by the door, his head spinning, questions running through his had at a million miles an hour.  The one question that kept popping up in his head was, who do I really love? 

Suddenly, your face appeared in his head, your smile which always lit up the room, the light in your eyes illuminating your face always causing him to smile as well.  All of those nights where he couldn’t sleep, you were there, all of those nights where he would wake up screaming, you were there to help him, to comfort him.  

“How could I have been so stupid?” he asked himself, “I have to call the wedding off.” 

“Bucky!” he heard Steve yell from the hall way.  

Bucky quickly ran out, running into Steve who had a strong grip on his shoulders, “Let go of me,” he said trying to get out of his grasp.  

“You have to go! Everyone’s waiting for you.” Steve exclaimed dragging him towards the chapel.  

“No you don’t understand!” Bucky replied, fighting his grasp.  

“It’s just your nerves talking,” Steve replied, barging into the chapel with Bucky in hand.  

Bucky quickly turned to Steve, “No, you don’t understand, I have to call the wedding off.” 

“What do you mean call the wedding off?” Steve asked, “You’re just nervous now get up there!” he replied pushing him up to the arch.   

Bucky cursed himself as he fidgeted where he was standing.  His eyes scanned the crowd before they fell on your eyes.  Your eyes were filled with such sadness that he had now just realized.  He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, the way you sat in your dress.  Before he knew it, Megan was standing in front of him, a huge smile on her face.  

His heart broke, he couldn’t hurt her, but he would be living a lie.  “I do,” Megan said with such certainty.  

You grabbed your bag, ready to make a quick exit, ready to leave all of the pain behind.  You waited for the words to slip from his lips.  

“I’m sorry, I just can’t,” you heard Bucky said.  

You froze, staring at Bucky, his eyes automatically meeting yours.  The rest of the guests gasped in shock and whisper, but all you could focus on was Bucky.  You shook your head before grabbing your bag and running out of the chapel, running away from everyone.  You ran out into the pouring rain now caring about your dress getting ruined, or your makeup smearing down your face.  

But before you could reach the car that you arrived in, you felt a hand wrap around your wrist stopping you in your tracks.  You knew exactly who it was, but you didn’t dare look at his face.  

Bucky turned you around to face him, the rain mixed with your tears making your makeup run down your face.  “Why didn’t you tell me?” Bucky asked softly, his warm breath fanning your face.  

“I was too scared,” you choked out, “you weren’t supposed to read it until after, this isn’t right,” you whispered trying to run off again.  

Bucky kept his grip on your wrist refraining you from turning away.  “No, I’m not going to lose you again, please stay.  I’m sorry for not noticing, I’m sorry for not realizing you were in pain, I’m sorry for not realizing I loved you as well.  You’ve always been there for me, supporting me, caring for me, and I broke your heart in return.  I’m sorry, just please stay so I can fix my mistakes, so I can make things better between us.  I love you.”