Growth (Parts 3-5)

Growth (Parts 3-5)

Dark!Loki x Reader

TW: not much in these bits.

Posting these all together to save time. I finished the series while my data was out and put it all on AO3, so now I’m smashing some of it together depending on the time it is in the story.

Sometimes Loki felt bad about what he’d done. Not much, but just a little. You had seemed so upset about it. So, he did what he had to do a told a little white lie to solve that, and added a bit more to cheer you up, relax you.

He hadn’t done anything wrong. If anything, he’d done everything right.

He had made you happy. You deserved happiness. He could give that to you, and he would, no matter what. Yes, his methods were… ahem, unconventional at best, but they worked didn’t they?

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TWAS THE NIGHT

DARK!STEVE X READER

SYNOPSIS: STEVE GOES SHOPPING FOR THE PERFECT GIFT

WARNINGS: NON-CON, VIOLENCE, SMUT 

This was written for @honeyhan-123​ Holiday Writing Challenge #honeyhan’sholidayspirit  Thank you so very much for hosting. I had a lot of fun with. Please excuse any mistakes. I wanted to get it posted by Christmas.

4:50. Ten more minutes. 

You thought about starting your closing routine; shutting off lights, sweeping, balancing the register. It was unlikely that any one would come in. The snow was still falling in heavy sheets. But it felt too much like tempting fate. Better to just wait it out for a few minutes more. 

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Confused Feelings- PART 3

Carl Grimes x Reader

Part 3

Summary: The group move on from the barn in search for somewhere permanent. Y/N wants to resolve things with Carl desperately but knowing what she knows about Carls feelings and her own… Can it be that easy?

Word Count: 4,052 (sorry they are getting longer and longer haha)

Warnings: None again yay :D

A/N: Part 3, woohoo! I have no idea whether anyone is actually enjoying reading this series but I’m really liking writing it so it’s cool haha! Things are starting to move along at a quicker pace for Carl and Y/N now but I still want to make it realistic. I mean you would have your doubts in that world and nothing ever happens over night :) Anyway I hope you like it!

“Alright then!”, Rick began as we were all finishing up with breakfast. Well… if tiny amounts of leftover canned peaches counts as breakfast. 

“We’ve all had a chance to rest and recharge. Let’s pack up and head on out. I wanna get goin’ and find somewhere that can be permanent for us…”, he paused looking down at the ground, then back up, “I know we can find somewhere. We have to”. 

“And we will.” Michonne added, standing up and placing a hand on his shoulder.

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Not You (one-shot)

Synopsis: Bucky has loved the Reader for three years. She has loved him for two. Both are dumbasses, and Sam is fed up.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, SMUT

Warnings: SMUT (unprotected sex (wrap it up, before doing the devil’s tango), swearing, filth, but like cute and fluffy filth. Filth with emosh.

Word count: 5172

   “What is this?”

   That was not how Bucky Barnes thought his night would go. After leaving the gala where Pepper announced the Black Widow foundation, the ex-Winter Soldier said ‘thank you’ to his date, walked her home and slowly strolled back to the apartment he shared with Sam. Once he got there, he took off the suit and the tie that had been choking him the whole evening, grabbed a hot shower and plopped down into his bed.

   He was surrounded by mountains of pillows and the softest mattress and bedding he’d ever had. After everything he’d been put through, Bucky appreciated soft things. That’s why he loved Y/N so much.

   She was the softest being in the universe, figuratively and literally. The first time they’d met and shook hands (he deliberately stuck out his flesh one, not wanting her to touch the silver-and-red-starred monstrosity), his eyes had widened in disbelief at how soft her skin had been. The handshake lingered a bit longer than needed for a first-time meeting, not to mention how he’d run his thumb over the top of her hand repeatedly.

   “You know, I’m gonna need that back at some point,” Y/N teased him, a mischievous glint sparking up her Y/E/C eyes.

   Bucky’d muttered a quick apology, but she dismissed him. “If you need a longer hug as well, just let me know.”

   And he had. Whenever he’d had a bad day, especially after missions, he’d come to the tower and plop down onto the couch. No matter what she’d be doing, around five to twenty minutes later, Y/N would appear with two hot chocolates in hand. Instantly, Bucky would curl himself against her as her fingers would card through his brown locks, making him feel safe and warm.

   That’s how he had fallen asleep that night - with the gentle thought of Y/N lying next to him and humming a quiet tune. It’s why he was more than surprised to find her banging against his door, fury, hurt and confusion written all over her face.

   “What is this?” she repeated again, pushing a piece of paper towards him.

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Ruin Me

Summary: How do you get your Captain’s attention? Act up..like the little brat that you are. Pairing: Steve x Female Reader Warning(s): 100% pure, grade A smut with minimal plot, 18+, mild degradation, dom!Steve, butt stuff ;) Word Count: 2,259 Beta Reader: My darling honey bun, @supersoldiersruined-me Notes: This is my entry to @moonbeambucky’s 5K writing challenge. My prompt was “ruin me” and it’s bolded. Thank you so much for hosting this, Tara!

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caduto dalle nuvole (one-shot)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader Words: 5012 Summary: A detour on a mission leads to destruction, and a discovery. Warnings: Canon-typical violence and gore. A/N: Happy Secret Seba, Paige @sebastiansloserclub​​!!!! It was a pleasure to write for you! Thank you to @jobean12-blog​​ for beta reading <3 The title, “caduto dalle nuvole,” is an Italian idiom that means literally “fallen from the clouds” and figuratively “taken aback.” Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy xoxo

Steve raises an eyebrow. “Any questions?”

You close the mission briefing and tuck the file under your arm as you stand, just barely controlling the tic in your jaw. “None, Captain.”

“Good.” His relief is palpable. “The jet leaves in ninety minutes. Good luck, agent.”

—

“I’ll be back,” Antonio says, and then he slams the barn door shut.

You gape. A key scrapes against a lock. Your heart stops for a horrible moment, and then you bolt forward.

“Hey!”

You slam into the door, body and door shaking from the impact. A chain rattles on the other side, and a car engine starts to purr.

“Hey!” you scream.

The car drives off, grinding against the gravel drive. You bang your fists against the door, rage clouding your vision, filling your veins.

Behind you, your partner lets out a breath and a thump. You turn, blinking away the red in your vision, and stare.

Bucky Barnes is sitting on a pile of hay, hands clasped between his spread thighs and his expression sardonic.

“Well,” he says. “That went well.”

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