When Did This Happen? Part 2

When Did This Happen? Part 2

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 585

Warnings: none

Part 1 is here!

You certainly weren’t expecting this to happen, but Loki actually watched The Office and commented about the show with you. What wasn’t a surprise though was Dwight becoming his favorite character.

Beyond talking about the show, as the time passed, your conversations with the god started reaching other topics and now, one month later, you could say that you two are friends. Every morning you’d wake up to a message of “good morning” from Loki and every now and then the two of you would watch or read the same thing at the same time, while on a phone call to comment about it. You were expecting to do this today, since the team is going to be out on a mission and you will be able to keep the living room’s tv all to yourself, but when you asked Loki about it, he said he had other things to do. So, watching all alone it is.

When it is later that day and the team is out, you prepare yourself some popcorn and get some snacks before settling on the couch. When you are about to hit play, a voice comes from the doorway. “Starting without me, darling?” 

And when you look at the source of the voice, Loki is there with his arms crossed above his chest and that characteristic grin on his face. “Loki, what are you- I mean, when did you- How did you enter here?”. With that, his mischievous grin just got bigger.

“So many questions. All you need to know is that I have my methods.” He says while walking towards the couch you’re on and sitting casually, exactly like the day of the party. “So, are we going to  watch this movie or are we going to continue with the interrogation?”

“You said you had things to do, how are you here now?” At that, he sighs and turns his attention to you.

“Apparently, we are going with the interrogation. I just wanted to make a surprise, I thought we could watch together, really together, like that other night.” He pauses. “But, I can go if that’s what you want.”

“No! I- You can stay here, it’s just that I wasn’t expecting you, that’s all. I’m glad you’re here.” At this point, both you and he are with little smiles on your faces. A few seconds pass, before you look at the tv and press play. A few minutes on the movie, and Loki puts your feet on his lap and starts massaging them, like it’s a normal thing. Maybe it is, you just never had any close friends before. Well, one thing you know, this is way better than being alone.

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When the movie ended, you and Loki still kept talking for some time, enjoying each other's company, and he helped you clean things before he went home. You still stayed in the living room until the team came back from the mission and let you know everything went well.

Once in your bedroom, you think back to your day with Loki. You’ve never had anything like this before, someone that would get out of their way to just spend the afternoon hanging out with you, that would send you texts in the morning and updates about their days. It feels good, you think.

When you go to sleep, you are already looking forward to answering the “good morning” text from Loki tomorrow. When you wake up, though, there’s no message from him. That’s never happened before.

I highly appreciate the "happy ending" tag on angst fics, dark fics, etc. Its existence increases the probability of me reading by a significant amount

but some people are like "why even read those fics if you already know how they're gonna end?"

Well, it's kinda like going on a roller-coaster. I wanna experience the ride. The ups and the downs, the twists and turns. But I also wanna know that at the end, it'll come to a safe stop and I'll be able to get off of it completely unharmed

Está fazendo um calor desgraçado aqui, mas eu continuo bebendo meu café quente. Percebe?

É que eu queria escrever sobre outra coisa, qualquer outra coisa que não fosse sobre você, do mesmo jeito que você faz, escrevendo sobre seus romances, mas meu romance é com o café e com as palavras e com o desejo de deixar de desejar quem deseja outra xícara que não a da minha casa.

E fico a observar essas pequenas contradições em tudo à minha volta, como quem vive a encontrar pedrinhas nos calçados mesmo depois de batê-los dezenas de vezes, porque o caminho é arenoso e não adianta mesmo. E tem sido impossível -até hoje - não relacioná-las com você.

Deixe-me explicar. Não é que você seja uma pedra no meu sapato, é o fato de eu bater os sapatos muitas vezes para me certificar de que você não voltará a pinicar minha pele e você voltar cada vez maior para dentro deles porque, assim como o caminho arenoso, você está em tudo e eu não consigo ver outra coisa se não tuas marcas na sola dos meus pés fugitivos e, honestamente, cansados.

Apesar de tudo, e com tudo eu quero dizer mesmo tudo, todas as coisas maravilhosas e horríveis que você sempre será - como todos somos feitos de delícias e desprazeres. Com tanta coisa pra ser, você sempre decide não ser nada. Quer dizer, você decide não ser nada para mim - mas sobre mim não é você quem decide nada.

O problema, meu caro Watson, é que você nunca - nunca - deixa nada claro. Eu nunca soube de você. Eu só consigo saber de mim, dessa lucidez e clareza e certeza que me acompanham há anos. E diferentemente do exímio Sherlock, que se ilumina em pistas e mistérios e chega sempre ao cerne da coisa por conta própria, eu nunca soube de você. E ainda hoje, ao te dizer tanto de mim, tantas evidências, você ainda se faz mistério. Ora dando pistas de sua sede, ora dando pistas de que não bebe mais café quente.

Eu não sei ler pistas, caro Watson. Tenho tanta capacidade disto quanto teria uma chaleira de água quente. E o que você não entende, meu caro, caro Watson, é que se você me escrevesse sobre como já não deseja minha cafeína, eu me derramaria feito água quente em coa(dor), mas eventualmente tomaria minha última xícara. Mas se você me escrevesse de sua sede, eu daria a volta ao mundo para saciá-la.

É que é ligeiramente exaustivo amar você na solidão, e mesmo fora dela, o coração ainda tropeça na mesma pedra. Mas eu não paro mais para derramar de meu café se você não me disser "ainda tenho sede de você, volta, fica" ou qualquer outra coisa assim bonita que me quisesse dizer.

M.P.

So, another idea that I had and I just needed to write. Bucky doesn't really shows up, but it's about him, so... I hope you like. While I was writing I remembered a real good Brazilian song (Pra Você Guardei O Amor). English is not my first language and I didn't proofread the text, so you'll probably find some mistakes. It might have a part two, tell me what you think

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Work count: 545

Warnings: none.

How do I Say I Love You?

Y/N's POV

I love you. Three words, eight letters. It shouldn't be this hard to say this to the one person you have been dating for the last four months and, before that, had been you best friend for years, right? Except, it is.

I was never the person to put my feelings into words. Don't get me wrong, I know the importance of communication and I think I do a good job when it comes to that... If we are not talking about sentiments. It just don't come out, I don't know what I'm afraid of, I know that Bucky loves me. I can feel love emanating from him and he've been saying to me everyday since last month, when he said for the first time. The soldier, always the most kind and understanding person in the universe, doesn't look worried for my lack of verbal response, he even said it was alright. But, it is not, and I am aware of that, it's always on my mind.

So, I try to put this endless love that I have for him into every little action, every single thing that I do: a cup of coffee when he comes home tired and yet wants to talk about the day; a massage in his shoulder (that he never asks for, but I always know when he needs one); a hug after a nightmare (or at any other moment of the day when the sight of him is just to much lovable); a sleepy kiss; a hungry kiss; a - I'm still mad that you ate all my cookies, but you're more important - kiss...

The list could go on forever, but still, it's not enough, is it? Who wants to be with someone that can't verbalize their love? What if he gets tired of waiting? What if he goes on a mission and, no! I'm not taking that road. I need to find a way of letting him know, one that involves words, that him will know that I mean.

Oh, I think I know how I'm going to do this and will be with something that we both love: music.

Some time later, and I finally have the playlist created. Doubts and antecipation starts to take place at mind. Am I being silly? Should I wait for him to come home or should I just send it now?

I decide on sending him the link before I give up the courage.

Hey Lover - Daughters of Eve

I've Got A Crush On You - Ella Fitzgerald

Do I Love You? - The Ronettes

My Special Angel - The Vogues

I Love You So - The Chantels

Heart and Soul - The Four Aces

More Today Than Yesterday - The Spiral Starecase

My One And Only Love - Ella Fitzgerald

There! I've Said It Again - Bobby Vinton

P.S. I Love You - Billie Holiday

I really hope he understands it and gets to feel at least a little of all the love I have to give to him, all the love that I kept with me for not knowing how to share, all that love that is inside of me, but in reality is his. Because my mind is his, my body is his and I'm his.

We often try to define ourselves with rigid concepts that can never really capture what it’s like to be us, for we’re in constant transformation.

The idea for this poem came to me while I was reading about how neurons firing create our moment to moment experience. Being alive – i.e. conscious – is conjured from connections formed by unconscious matter. Light extruded from solid darkness. 

So, like fire, consciousness emerges from exchanges of energy that create an ever-changing luminosity. And it just can’t conform to any permanent shape.

An important reminder: I’m not a neuroscientist. I’m just a curious writer. Take everything I said with a grain of salt, please.

When Did This Happen? Part 1

I’m thinking about this being a 3 parts series. Tell me if I should write the next chapters, already have some ideas in my head. Pairing: Loki x Reader Word Count: 444 Warnings: none

You are an introvert. That means, among other things, that you love alone time and silence. You love your personality, really, but those things always have made it difficult for you to make friends and keep them.

And those things also are what let you to this moment. Alone, in the living room of the Avengers Tower, watching The Office US while the entire team are enjoying the big party the playboy (his words) Tony Stark is throwing tonight. You’re not complaining, though, this allows you to watch your favorite show on the really gigantic TV of the living room.

The party started not so long ago, so you are a little surprised when you hear steps coming from the hallway and getting louder, indicating that someone is approaching. And if you weren’t expecting someone from the team to be there, what you were expecting even less was for Loki being there. He lives in New Asgard with Thor and doesn’t usually go to the tower.

“Loki?” You ask in the moment he passes the doorway and he, just then, seems to notice you. “You need something?”

Instead of answering your question, he stares at you for some time and lets another question out. “What are you doing here? There’s a party out there.”

“Yeah, I’m not really a fan of parties. And I could ask you the same question. Actually, you didn’t answer mine, do you need something?”

One more time, he doesn’t respond and you just roll your eyes and look back at TV, knowing that it would be useless to discuss with the god. He again surprises you when he just sits on the couch you’re onto and starts watching as if this was something normal.

You two keep watching, and laughing, until your eyes start getting heavy and you stand up with a yawn. “I’m going to sleep. You can keep watching if you want, I’ve watched before.”.

“Maybe I will. Can I get your number, though?” Well, you aren’t expecting this, and with your silence he continues. “I’m thinking about keeping watching once I’m back at New Asgard. And if I am going to do this I would like to talk to you about it. That is, if you are good with that.”

You hesitate a little, but think Why not? What could go wrong?. And with that, you give your number to the god.

“I was going to pull a prank.” He says when you are almost out of the room.

“What?”

“When I came here, I was going to prank the Avengers, you know, to get some fun. But I guess what I found was way better.”

Part 2!