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Requested - Yes - Anon - a Bucky x reader fic with these prompts!!! (kinda an enemies to friends/lover trope)

Prompts - 71 - “Stop being dramatic.” 117 - “You’re shaking.” 146 - “Would you be so kind as to share the blanket?”

Ever since Steve had managed to get through to Barnes and bring him back to the compound things had been...well they hadn’t been great. There was tension thick in the air as people tiptoed around the Winter Soldier. Tony had been a great help though, his BARF technology helping Barnes get his head straight and with the help of other world renowned scientists they were able to deactivate the trigger words.

With that done the tension eased a bit.

You, however, did not get on with Barnes at all and he wasn’t your biggest fan either. The two of you had rubbed each other wrong since day one. You weren’t sure exactly what it was about Barnes that frustrated you so much but he had the ability to make you go from happy to pissed off in a matter of seconds.

Steve had tried to get the two of you to at least tolerate each other but you couldn’t be in the same room as him for longer than three minutes before an argument broke out. It wasn’t even anything important you were fighting about, sometimes it was about you eating the last piece of food he’d been saving, or him purposefully putting your favourite mug in one of the highest cupboards.

The arguments held no real meaning but the heat was there. The two of you couldn’t stand each other, which is why when Steve told you about your newest mission you were stumped.

-

“Y/N,” Steve sighed as he looked at you with wide, blue eyes.

“No.” You stated, plain and simple. “There is no way I am going on a mission alone with Barnes. We’d kill each other before we even arrived at the base.”

“Y/N,” Steve tried again but you were quick to cut him off.

“I’m not going, you can’t make me!” You were well aware you sounded like a child throwing a temper tantrum but you didn’t care. The mission was delicate enough considering it was HYDRA and whilst you definitely didn’t have it as bad as Barnes did with them, there was still history there that you would much rather ignore forever.

“You have to go, Y/N/N, I wouldn’t ask if there was another option. You know that.” Much as you hated to admit it, he was right. Steve and you didn’t always see eye to eye but you knew he had your back when it counted.

“Why me and him?” You asked, the fight leaving you.

“Buck knows HYDRA better than anybody else, he’s going to be able to get you both in and get the info we need before blowing it up. We need you to verify the information, the experiments they’re working on are the same ones they did to you. Also, if things go south then your talents are going to come in pretty useful.” Steve explained.

Years ago, so long ago that you couldn’t remember a time you hadn’t been there, HYDRA had taken you. You, yourself, meant nothing to them, you weren’t a bargaining chip, a tool for blackmail, you were nothing. You were someone who could go missing off the face of the Earth and nobody would notice.

From then on they experimented with something that held more power than human kind should have. It made some go crazy, many were killed by the sheer power but you...you had survived it and the power had created a whole array of mutations within you. There was the mind reading, the telekinesis and the ability to enchant minds, then you had the super speed, super hearing and super healing and on top of that there was the ability to teleport.

Whatever they used on you to make you like this they were still doing to other people, using them as weapons. Only it wasn’t working the way they wanted it to and there were sightings of HYDRA attacks where the attackers exploded.

The Avengers had been targeting HYDRA bases at an increasing speed, so they were getting desperate and sloppy in their attempts to recreate what had happened to you.

“Fine, I’ll go but can’t I just go alone, I mean I can teleport.” You smirked, causing him to roll his eyes.

“Yeah, you can teleport when you know where you’re going. I’m not risking you losing limbs just because you don’t like Buck.”

“I’d take a missing hand if it meant not spending time with him.” You outright grinned at the look Steve was shooting you.

“You know, if you gave each other a chance you’d realise how much you have in common.” Steve told you before he left the room causing you to let out a sharp laugh. You couldn’t even imagine getting through one conversation with him without an argument.

It was going to be a long mission.

-

The entire flight over to the HYDRA base was exhausting. You had sat in the furthest possible seat away from him the entire flight and shoved a pair of headphones in. Barnes had rolled his eyes at you but pulled out a lengthy book to read.

Four hours in and you were getting antsy. You’d never been particularly great on planes to begin with and since you could teleport to most places after seeing the general area through pictures or videos, you’d grown used to not travelling like this. It was so slow compared to teleportation.

You stood up from your seat with a groan and walked over to the bar that was installed on the plane.

“Drinking before a mission, pretty irresponsible Y/L/N.” Barnes chimed in causing you to roll your eyes. You downed the small amount of liquid that was in the glass before turning to glare at him.

“God forbid I have a drink before we spend the night in a rundown motel, Barnes.” You shot back, really not in the mood to deal with Barnes right now.

“Oh c’mon, don’t tell me you don’t wanna get stuck in. Sooner we get in, the sooner we can go our separate ways.” He said.

“Trust me, nobody is counting down the seconds until we can leave each other faster than I am.” You snarked back causing him to roll his eyes. He placed the book down and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Stop being dramatic.” He replied, causing you to laugh.

“Trust me, I’m being deadly serious right now. Anyway, we can’t go in guns blazing tonight. This isn’t a regular ‘go in, blow up a HYDRA base and leave’ job, this is us needing information, we need to know how they’re doing these experiments and most importantly we need to get the civilians out.” Steve had been clear when he gave you both this mission, as necessary as it was to blow up the HYDRA base, it was more important to get the victims out. Get everyone to safety, even if it means leaving this base.

“I know, I know.” Bucky grumbled, his Brooklyn accent coming out stronger than usual with the words causing you to look at him, only being used to hearing the Russian accent he tended to favour when arguing with you.

“Let’s just do our job and then we don’t have to see each other again.” You said before going back to your seat at the end of the plane.

-

It was freezing.

That was the only thought you were capable of as you stepped off the plane. You were somewhere in nowhere, Russia. Somewhere way off the radar, the weather alone was enough to stir you away.

Thankfully there was a small town, it was a trek away from the HYDRA base but this was as close as the two of you could get before there were no signs of civilisation. You struggled to shoot a smile at the driver as you got out of the cab, your lips were frozen.

Barnes left you outside as he went in to book a room. Surprisingly for a small town in the middle of nowhere, most of the car park spaces were taken and you crossed your fingers hoping that that didn’t mean the motel was booked up.

Thankfully Barnes came out of the reception area holding a pair of keys and gestured for you to follow him. You tugged your bag further up your shoulder before following him to the door, cursing him in your head at how long it took him to open it.

However, you both stopped short in the doorway as you took in the room. It was a small room, the only thing in there was a small kitchen, an armchair, a coffee table and a bed.

A bed.

As in singular.

One.

God you were going to kill Steve.

“Great.” Barnes muttered as he stomped into the room, throwing his bag on the floor. You followed after, agreeing with the sentiment.

“I’ll take the chair, you take the bed.” You said as you placed your bag on the armchair, grimacing at the stains on it.

“No, no, it’s fine. I don’t need as much sleep, you take the bed.” Barnes insisted, causing you to raise an eyebrow. You figured this would be the one thing Barnes didn’t fight you on.

“Barnes, the chair’s tiny, you wouldn’t even fit on it.” You weren’t wrong, the chair looked like something designed with a child in mind. Barnes', admittedly impressive, physique would struggle. “Besides you might not need as much sleep but you need to be on your game tomorrow.”

“I’ll be fine, take the bed.” Barnes argued again causing you to roll your eyes.

“Barnes it’s late, I’m tired and cold and I really don’t feel like arguing. You take the bed, I’ll take the chair. End off.” You said before rooting through your bag, pulling out a pair of pyjamas and your toiletries. “And have the heating on by the time I come out.” You said before disappearing into the bathroom.

Bucky grumbled to himself as he watched you close the door but went to do as you asked. He could feel the cold even with the serum running through him so he dreaded to think how bad you were feeling it.

“Great.” Bucky grumbled for the second time in as many minutes as he discovered that the only heater in the room was broken.

“Fuck it’s cold.” You muttered as you left the bathroom.

“The heaters broke so I’d get used to it.” Barnes said before taking his turn in the bathroom.

You glared at the broken heater for a moment, dreading the night to come. You already tended to run cold and didn’t take well to the colder climates.

With a sigh, you turned and took the thinner blanket from the bed before settling down in the armchair. You wrapped the blanket around yourself as best you could but knew it would be useless in blocking out the freezing cold air.

Barnes came out of the bathroom and paused to look at you. You were pale and looked miserable. He went to offer you the bed again but before he could say anything you were talking.

“Go to bed, Barnes.” He did so, reluctantly, feeling guilty which was a new feeling when it came to you.

-

For hours you had tried desperately to sleep but it was useless. The cold was too much and you felt yourself shaking as you tried to keep your mind active and focusing on anything but how cold you were. It was all in vain though as you shifted again trying your best to find some source of warmth.

Bucky too was awake. The cold was harsh, he felt the chill deep within his bones and frowned as he heard you shift and sigh in frustration.

Without overthinking it, he sat up and turned the lamp on causing you to screw your eyes shut for a moment before opening them again to find Barnes looking at you in concern.

“You’re shaking.” He said and as much as you wanted to argue, as much as you didn’t want to seem weak in front of him, you could hardly deny it.

Bucky frowned as he took in your shaking form, the frown deepening when he saw the blue tinged lips.

“C’mere.” He said softly, gesturing to the place next to him.

You shook your head. It was bad enough you were this weak in front of him, you refused to give him the upper hand, though you struggled to figure out what game he was playing.

“Y/N,” He began, causing you to look up at him again, he’d never used your first name, “Would you be so kind as to share the blanket with me? I’m freezing, you’re freezing. Just one night and we never have to talk about it again."

You looked at him, really looked at him. You could see no ulterior motive and no threats were visible. He seemed genuinely concerned which you knew wasn’t right but at the moment you were too cold to care.

“Fine.” You agreed, wincing at your hoarse sounding voice.

You made your way over to the bed and climbed in, sighing in relief as Barnes wrapped the blanket around you, the heat from Barnes feeling like heaven right now.

Bucky smiled as you cuddled further into the bed. Before he could stop himself, he was wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close so you were tucked against his chest.

“What are you doing?” You asked quietly, tensing at the close contact.

“Making sure you don’t freeze to death.” He said, though it didn’t feel like the whole truth to him.

“Please, we both know you hate me.” You chuckled before having to clear your throat. Bucky grimaced, having a feeling you were going to be really sick in the next few days.

“I don’t hate you, Y/N/N,” He whispered, something about the cold air and feel of your body against his made him want to talk to you, make you see he didn’t hate you, “I mean, you manage to push every one of my buttons and sometimes I’d love to wipe that smirk of your face,” He chuckled causing your lips to twitch into a smile, “but at the same time, I look forward to our arguments, I like them, I like spending time with you even if you do make me wanna pull my hair out.”

You laughed at that, turning your head to face him. As you thought about it yourself, really thought about it, the more you realised just how much you too looked forward to bumping into him. That sharp tongue of his matching your remarks faster than anyone else, keeping you on your toes constantly.

“I suppose I don’t hate you either.” You admitted, just as quietly, like you were sharing your one of your deepest secret, maybe you were.

“You sure do got a way with words, doll.” Barnes joked as he ran his metal fingers down your arm.

“Shut up, Barnes.” You said, hoping he'd blame the flush on your cheeks on the cold.

“Call me Bucky.” He insisted with a soft smile. You hesitated a moment before nodding and cuddling into him.

“Goodnight...Bucky.”

“Sweet dreams Y/N/N.”

THE NINE TIMES STEVE GAVE YOU A FUNNY LOOK

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader (Platonic), Avengers x Reader (platonic)

Warning(s): the kinda language Steve would smh at

World Count: 3827

Author’s Note: I got so into this it’s not even funny. After like, two years of not doing anything on tumblr, it isn’t surprising that i write a Steve oneshot for the first time since. 

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[Y/N] [Y/L/N] was an asshole. You were an asshole. You are an asshole.

You were slightly narcissistic with an ego as big as the tower, you were very beautiful, and the last person on earth to ever be considered shy.

That made you and Tony Stark best of pals (most of the time), and you and Steve as foes (all the time). He wasn’t rude or a jerk or at all hostile, Steve was just always on edge with you. He didn’t know whether or not your jokes were jokes (you always reverted back to slitting your enemy’s throats – Steve being a righteous guy and all, he wasn’t all that optimistic with that choice), or if you really were here to save people and not for the money the government and Tony Stark paid you — eh, what can you say, it’s very, very good money.

Humble was also not on your list of qualities.

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Tony Stark - Seven minutes in heaven one shot

Tony strut into the communal floor holding up a black bag. My eyes leave the book in my hands and go to rest on him. "I have a proposal!" He grins, quickly stepping down and entering more of the little lounge area "And none of you can refuse it" he slyly adds in, grin only growing mischievous and untrustworthy

I kick my feet down from where they were on the arm rest, having been sitting on the chair sideways. I slide my bookmark in and close my book resting it on my lap and propping my chin in my palm as I give Tony my full attention. He waits a bit for everyone to give him their full attention before thrusting the black bag forward, presenting it to everyone. I see Nat quirk a questioning brow

"Get this" he shakes the bag letting it's contents clink "You're all bored-" Sam opens his mouth to protest but Tony immediately holds his index finger up effectively shushing him "soooo let's play" dramatic pause "Seven Minutes in Heaven!" He oh so dramatically announces

"No" I state affirmatively picking up my book again. I see Tony's baffled expression through my peripherals but pay it no mind as I reopen my book and scan to page looking for where I'd left off

Tony's amused scoff resounds around the little living room "You know what, just because of that sass, you're going first" I glare at the word right after the one I'd just left off on

For God's sake, I hadn't even taken by bookmark out yet!

I let out a deep sight through my nose and give a few bemused nods. As I dramatically leave my seat with a scowl and step up to Tony. I grumpily shove my hand in the bag "Stupid childish game" I mutter digging in and pulling out the first thing my hand comes into contact with

My eyes widened at what I'd pulled out of the bag. I drop it back in and make a run for it. Clint is quick to hold his arm out making me collide against it doubling over his arm. He reels me in and tosses me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes

"Clint! Clint!" I kick my legs and flail my arms. "Put me dowwwwwn Clint!" I pumell my fists against him. I feel him flinch under me with each hit

"I'll drop you!" He warns and I scoff

"Go ahead!" I challenge and hit my fists against him more agresively now. He does and I yelp as I hit the ground but am quick to recover; as I try to swiftly get off my back and on my hands and knees. Clint is just as quick to grab my ankle to prevent me from scurrying off. He groans behind me in pain I'm guessing from his now sore back, yet still holds on to me firmly. I claw at the floor and push myself with my one 'free' leg managing to get nowhere in particular

Thor gets up from his seat at the bar counter behind the lounge area. He approaches and scoops me off the floor and tosses me gently into the closet in one swift motion. Wanda closes and locks the closet door from her spot on the couch with her powers. All before I can get off my ass and run out of the closet unfortunately

I whine loudly pumelling the door begging to be set free. "Oh (Y/n)~" Tony coos from the other side "Stop trying to break the door down so I can come in and join you hun". I let out one final loud whine and fall back sprawling out on what space I have of the closet floor. The plain, empty closet. I begin to wonder how many just empty closets Tony has in the tower for things like this. The daunting feeling of being stuck with no other than Playboy himself returns when the door opens

I glance up, only lifting my head to peek. It's Stark himself peeping through a door only open enough for his head to fit so he could make sure I'm not at the door ready to run. I stare at him briefly and let my head fall back with a gracious thump. Making no effort to leave now that I'd gotten comfortable on the floor. The door creaks as it's opened more. Tony stepping in at my feet and closing the door behind him. I hear the lock click and any hope of leaving without actually breaking the door down leaves me

Not that I couldn't brake it down... Not like Tony would let me break it down. I sigh, resigned. I shift a bit and bring my feet in closer to my bum, to allow him more room. Only now realizing how spacious the closet really is. I fit comfortably with my arms fully spread out on either side of me; only my knuckles brushing up against the walls. My legs could probably spread out a deal more until they bumped against the door, leaving my knees only slightly bent in the air

I hear a tad bit of shifting and see Tony's silhouette slump to the floor into a sitting position. He seems to just stare at me from his corner next to the door. I sneak glances at him, his gaze never leaving me. It begins to make me uncomfortable after the first minute so I push myself to sit in the corner across from him. We stare intently at each other for another solid minute before he says anything

"You know I wouldn't actually force you to do anything right?" He asks, somewhat obviously

"I- um well-" I fumble with my words before muttering a small "yes" I know Tony well enough to say he won't mess with anyone who doesn't want to be messed with, unless he's messing with them only for the sake of annoying them. Which in the moment, he doesn't seem to want to annoy me

But I also know Tony well enough to know he's good enough at whispering sweet nothings at anyone and sweep them off their feet. And that's what the feeling of dread was about. It was about being another one of his one-night rushes of lust. Because I liked him too much, I liked him too much to be another on his list of girls who's names and face he wouldn't be able to remember in a week, or the next day at that. He meant too much to me to let myself stoop to that level and be forgotten like the rest. I loved him too damned hard to let him have his way and get into my pants, because that was probably all he wanted. And all he'd ever want with me, and I wasn't ready to face that fact. So I clung to what I could

It all dawned on me the second I looped my ring finger under the jump ring to his R8's key and pulled it out on a whim. A whim of simply pulling out the first thing I felt; fed up with being forced into this childs game in the moment. Had I not sized the situation up so quickly I'd probably been more willing to be locked up with him for the total of seven minutes. Seven minutes with him in solitude and in the dark to do whatever we pleased. But no, I did size everything up the instant I lay my eyes upon that damn Audi R8 key

Tony probably noticed the conflict and mix of emotions in my heavy gaze because he shifted uncomfortably under it. My gaze flickered between him and my lap "Something on your mind?" I looked up to find the vague outline of his eyes. Not knowing how to answer I only nod in response. "Penny for your thoughts?"

I scoff shaking my head "A nickel so you don't give a damn?" I retort. A smirk lacing my lips

Tony chuckles "I'm a billionaire, I'm sure I can afford your thoughts" my smirk only grows at his remark. I shake my head another time getting ready to spill my guts out. I'd most likely regret this later but hey, you only live once right?

"I was just thinking about-" I let my head fall back and rest it against the wall as I look at the ceiling "about why I didn't to play" I chuckle as I rack my brain for a way to explain my thoughts in a way that made sense "why I didn't want to play with you specially"

"Aww, am I really that bad?" He asks playfully

"No" I trail off "quite the opposite infact" I sigh, dragging a hand up my face and through my hair "I'm far too caught up emotionally to play a game like this and let it go too far in the heat of the moment" I feel my heart welling up my throat "only for whatever happened to haunt me later and break my heart because I know it won't mean anything to you and I'll just be another on the list of girls you were able to pull" I reel my legs in and hug them close to my chest like if that could shield me

I hear more shuffling, but I don't look up from a dark spot on the floorboards I'd been focusing on after my readjustment. It was likely a stain, or a bug considering they were floorboards and you could just wipe anything off. There's a light push under my chin that guides me to look at the new found mass of heat just in front. "Darling" I still avoid looking "You most certainly aren't the rest or even remotely like them"

I scoff and swat his hand away "Yeah right, keep up the sweet talk" I frown knowing he's just saying things to make me feel as special as the rest did in the moment "maybe I'll believe it if you say it long enough" I won't let him have his way. I can't let him have his way, for my sake

"Oh I doubt it, I've kept it up for years and it hasn't done me any good" he moves his index finger from under my chin to have his whole hand cup my cheek "Even then, you're far too classy and self respected to let my sweet talk get to you" he chuckles dryly and his eyes show the most sincerity I've ever seen "You are worth so much more than a little flatter here and a cheesy pick up line there. No, you deserve the utmost respect and love and admiration" his thumb caresses my cheekbone softly and I can't help but lean into his touch

God, why do I love him so damn much. It hurts knowing it's all a beautiful lie. Tony would never, he has a far better variety to choose from

My eyes surely betray my conflict because the hurt in his eyes is instantaneous. "You don't need to believe me" he mumbles, it makes my heart just tear apart "I know I'm everything but deserving of you. But if you could just-" his tone is desperate and so are those deep coffee-coloured eyes of his "just give me a chance to prove I can. To prove I'm worthy of you. I swear I won't let you down"

He leans in and rests his forehead on mine. Eyes closed. I stare, so full of overwhelming emotions and conflicts. A tear escapes down my cheek but it doesn't make it all that far before it's wiped away by his thumb. I waste no time and press my lips to his softly. It's a gentle, cautious lip lock. As if to test the waters. Tony was mindful of this passionate but rather guarded kiss and let me take the lead

My internal discord slowly eased away as the tender exchange continued. We pulled apart and I moved so my legs now rested behind either side of him. I was close to straddling him as my arms eased around his torso, my nose nuzzling into his shoulder. We held each other serenely for what little time was left

And true to my word, Clint opened the door no more and a minute or two after. His head poking in "You decent?" he asks, eyes shut. I roll my eyes, he peeks an eye open when there's a lack of response; sighing in relief when he only sees us hugging in the corner together. "Your times up!" He says the obvious

"You don't say" I comment sarcastically, untangling myself from Tony and offering a hand once I'm up. He takes it and I pull him up. We both promptly exit and I make my way to the singular sofa I was sitting in before the game. Expectant eyes turn to me to spill. There wasn't any yelling or lewd noises at that, hardly any noise whatsoever really, which makes the Avengers curious as to what went down within the small confines

I take my time to fix myself comfortably in the chair. Tossing my legs over the armrest and nuzzling into the other. I give them all a wink, chuckling when they groan at the lack of juicy details

Oh what juicy details they're missing out on indeed

Youngblood Series

Hello Lovelies !!

I am currently working a collection of reader-insert one shots inspired by marvel men. All of them are based off of the Youngblood album by 5sos.

The album contains 16 songs, and when I reach 8 one shots I'll make the masterlist. If anyone wants to proofread for me, shoot me message!

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3 in the morning

pairing: tony x black!reader

summary: tony’s really beat up after a mission and your left to clean his wounds.

warnings: none

“what crawled up your ass” tony asks as i waddle into the infirmary.

“i don’t know maybe that i was woken up by jarvis at three in the morning asking me to clean you up” i waddle over to the cabinet and grab the first aid kit before walking back over to tony.

i grab his face gently and look at all of his cuts, “you really got your ass beat” i mumble as i grab an alcohol wipe. i look at tony as i open up the wipe and he gives me a look and i giggle before wiping the cut on his eyebrow.

after at least twenty minutes of tony being dramatic i get to his last cut, “i swear you’re trying to hurt me on purpose” he states and i chuckle.

“tony you’re just being a baby” he looks at me offended before swatting my ass harshly “ow that hurt” i whine and he chuckles “you ass” i roll my eyes before cleaning up the mess i made.

“thank you sweetheart” tony comes up from behind me a circles his hands around stomach and rubs my bump, he leaves a sloppy wet kiss on my cheek making me groan.

“oh tony come on” i try to get away from him but his grip is too tight “tony please” i beg but he doesn’t let go of me “tony!” i giggle as he leaves a another wet kiss on my cheek.

i turn around and face him, i caress his cheek and smile “i love you anthony” i coo and he smiles.

“i love you too”

hope you understand

pairings: loki x black!reader, thor x black!reader (platonic), odin x black!reader (platonic), frigga x black!reader (platonic)

summary: loki takes you to asgard to meet his parents but things don’t go as planned

warnings: odin being an ass, yelling, swearing, just heartbreak

a/n: this hurt to write and also should i make a part 2???

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“are you excited love” loki asks jumping onto the bed with a big smile spread across his face “yes i am i finally get to meet your mother and father” i look at him as i put my curling iron down.

“is your brother already in asgard” i ask and he nods “yes he’s there for some battle” he rolls his eyes dramatically making me giggle. “loki he’s protecting your home” i reason and he smiles “come on love we have to leave soon” he warns and i nod.

i turn my curling iron off and unplug it before grabbing the white flowy sundress i had laid out and put it on. i walk over to my vanity and fix my hair, making sure i look good so that i dont embarrass him.

“you ready lo- wow” i look over and see loki smiling at me “how do i look” i ask nervously making his smile grow wider. “you my love look stunning” he walks up to me aves wraps his arms around my waist “no woman on asgard could compare to you” i smile shyly at his compliment.

“alright heimdall is waiting for us” he says as he pulls me out of the room “loki i don’t have my shoes on” i tell him through my giggles. he looks back see me and with a wiggle of his fingers i have my gold sandals on “now you do” he says making laugh.

we walk out of our apartment and loki, wraps his arm around me tightly before yelling, “heimdall!”. a rainbow bridge that loki called the bifrost surrounds us and pulls us up into space.

i cling on to loki tighter and he chuckles “i’ve got you” he assures with a smile and i smile back. we are pulled through the bifrost and walk into a circle structure where a man is standing and holding a sword.

“welcome to asgard” the man greets and i smile “you must be heimdall it’s nice to meet you” i smile and he smiles back. “they wait for you” heimdall looks at loki and he nods before grabbing my hand.

*******

we walk into the palace and i look around in awe as i admire the gold pillars that line the hallways and the ceilings painted with the most beautiful art i have ever seen.

when we get to the throne room loki looks at me in my eyes “are you ready” he asks and i nod hesitantly, he nods at the guards and they nod back before opening the doors. loki grips my hand tighter as we walk into the room, odin is sitting on his throne with frigga and thor standing in either of his sides.

loki and i stop a few feet away from the steps that lead to the throne “mother, father” loki addresses them with a nod. “i see you have brought her” frigga says as she walks down the stairs “she’s gorgeous” she admits as she walks up to me.

“it’s nice to finally meet you dear” she smiles at me and i return her smile “it’s nice to meet you as well” she looks at loki with a smile before looking at me again. “has he been doing alright” she asks and i nod “he’s been great” i assure making her smile.

“lady y/n it’s lovely to see you again” thor nods my way and i smile at him “its great to see you again too” he smiles at me before his expression changes back to soft smile he had before.

“that’s enough” odins voice booms as his staff collides with the ground, i wince at the harsh sound before turning my attention to him. “you have brought the mortal you have been talking about” he says as he looks at loki “father she has a name” loki argues. i put my hand on his arm to let him know it’s ok and not to argue with his father.

“if i may i would like to have a word with loki alone” odin says and i look at loki confused and he nods before handing me over to frigga who takes my hand. as we walk away from the throne i look at loki one more time before walking out of the throne room.

*******

loki looked at his father confused as the doors you just walked out of closed “what was that” loki asks raising his voice. “leave her” odin says making loki scoff “i’m not leaving her i love her” loki argues.

odin laughs at loki’s confession “you fell in love with a mortal” odin yells “thor did so whats so wrong with me falling in love with one” loki asks but odin doesn’t answer.

“do what i told you or i will” odin warns before leaving loki in the throne room all by himself.

*******

“did i do something” i ask thor and he shakes his head “you did nothing wrong” he assures and i nod hesitantly before frigga walks back into the room and pulls thor out to talk.

i play with my fingers nervously as they talk. my mind going a thousand different places wondering, each place worst than the last.

soon loki walks into the room and i get up to hug him but he stops me, i look at him confused and he shakes his head. “we’re done” my heart stops as those words leave his mouth.

“what?” tears cloud my vision as i look at him in disbelief “we’re done” he repeats as the tears fall down my eyes.

“why” i ask trying to keep my voice steady “i don’t love you anymore” he looks at me with a straight face as he says it. “is it because of something i did” i ask and he scoffs.

“you’re a mortal of course you did something wrong” he raises his voice making me flinch, he’s never raised his voice at me. “i could never love or even like a mortal, you are nothing but a waste of space, brainless matter that mopes around all day” he says calmly as the tears fall down my face

“brother” thor warns “shut up” loki yells at his brother “you never meant anything to me, you never will mean anything to me because you are nothing but a pathetic mortal” loki spits at me as i stand there shocked, embarrassed, hurt.

“that’s enough y/n come with me” thor says as he walks over to me and guides me out of the room and into another. i break down in thor’s arms letting out the most painful cries he had ever heard in his 1500 years of living.

*******

frigga walks over to loki’s shaking body and hugs him as he cries into her shoulder “he made me do it mother i never wanted to hurt her” he sobs into her shoulder making her heart break. “i know” she rubs his back gently as he cries into her shoulder “i know”

frigga looks back at odin who had a read less expression on his face before turning back on to her son who was in need of comfort.

as loki cried he hoped that one day he could tell you or at least understand why he did what he did.

Are you wearing my shirt?

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Prompt: "Are you wearing my shirt?"

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x reader

Warning: None

Word Count: 450+

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Today was a bright and warm day in the tower. I could feel my partner's breath on my neck and his arm around my waist protectively. I started passing my fingers in the arm that was hugging me and tracing the veins that could be seen. After minutes of savoring his warmth, I decided to slowly remove his arm, so I could get out of bed. I stretched and made my way to the bathroom, so I could freshen up for the day. After finishing that routine, I put on my underwear, shorts, and one of that man's shirts.

I observed in great detail his face, how his chest rose and fell along with his breathing. I leaned in and kissed his forehead, then brushed his hair off his forehead. "You drive me crazy, Barnes…" I smiled at that thought before leaving the room and heading to the kitchen to make breakfast for everyone. A few minutes later, I heard feet shuffling on the floor and strong arms around my waist.

- Good morning, doll... - Said that man with a hoarse voice full of sleep. I smiled and turned in his arms, passing mine around his neck. - Good morning, handsome, did you sleep well? - He nodded answering my question before placing his forehead in mine. I laughed softly, seeing how he was still half asleep, and caressed the back of his neck.

- I must continue cooking, soon everyone will come hungry, and you know how they get. - I stand on tiptoes and gently kiss his lips. He nodded again as he pulled me closer following the kiss. We pulled away from lack of air, and he rubbed my waist before dropping his arms and walking to the chairs, so he could see me.

I returned to my original position to continue cutting vegetables while I felt that man's gaze on me. Once I put the eggs in the pan, I could only laugh a little at what he said.

- Are you wearing my shirt? - I didn't have to turn around to know he was smirking, I nodded before turning around and starting to pose as a model. - You like it, right? I think this shirt suits me better than you. - I listened to his melodious laugh before approaching him quickly.

- It looks spectacular on you, doll. - He said affectionately, bringing his hands to my waist before kissing my cheek. - Oh, you don't have to tell me, I already knew that. - I winked at him before going back to the kitchen to finish cooking, still hearing his laugh ringing throughout the kitchen. And so it continued throughout the day, me modeling his shirt and he was flattering me. I loved days like this with my favorite soldier.

Jeez, don’t die on me!

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Prompt: "Jeez, don't die on me!"

"Don't tell me what to do, I'll die whenever the hell I want!"

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warning: Blood Mentions, Swearing, knife wound

Word Count: 800+

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- ___?... ___! Where the hell are you! - I heard through the earpiece, I didn't have much strength to speak and much less to move from the cold floor of that building. Blood was coming out of my body as I had some knife wounds on me. My muscles did not work a hundred percent due to the fatigue of fighting. This mission was not as important as the others, but being separated from the other teammates, the opponents were able to reach me faster.

It was Bucky, Steve, Natasha and me inside the fight. In the distance I could hear hurried footsteps running towards me, strong arms took me and brought me close to a chest, I saw a blur to which I couldn't decipher who it was, but once he spoke, I could tell him apart.

- ___, you're here!... You're... bleeding! It's too much...- Steve took my body in his arms and I felt how he ran towards what seemed to be the ship to return, I started complaining a little from the drastic change of position.

- Steve? ... Let go of me, I can… - I tried to get out of his grip, but I was too weak.

- Stop complaining at least once in your life and try not to close your eyes, okay? - I sighed and nodded slightly, I struggled not to close my eyes, but sleep was taking over me. He looked at my face for a few seconds, seeing how my eyes closed on their own.

- Jeez, don't die on me! - He let out an angry shout as he quickly entered the ship.

- Don't tell me what to do, I'll die whenever the hell I want!... And this is not my time to die. - I tried to sound as strong as possible, but came out weak and soft.

Shakily, he left my body on a nearby table. Before sighing loudly. - Not even when you are bleeding and dying, you can put aside your stubbornness. Now try to hold out until the tower to be healed.-

I opened my eyes a little, but closed them again because of the clarity of the lights. We waited for everyone until they arrived, and we started heading to the tower as quickly as possible. There was panic, sadness, fear, in everyone's eyes when they saw me on that table with blood around my body and on my clothes, but they kept quiet to not stress me more than I was. At times, I moved some part of my body, but there was always that hand that kept me still in my place.

- Steve, leave me alone, my body hurts, don't you see? Let me move a little. - I mumbled as I reached my trembling hand up to his to remove his hand. - Do you not understand that you should be calm without making an effort? - He responded in the same way, I could find concern in his voice.

- I'll be fine, ok? Remember, ___ never dies. I could burn your hand, but I have no strength. - I gave a small smile before opening my eyes a little, to meet his gaze. - I'm fine, don't worry too much and don't blame yourself either, I was the one who separated from you guys, I kinda deserved it. - I laughed softly until I saw a smile from that man. - There's the smile that I love, but please remove your hand, I want to move my muscles a little. -

After some talks and fights between us, we were able to reach the tower, and they immediately took me to surgery to close my wounds and give me blood transfusions because of the big loss I had. Hours later, already in my room, I heard the door open and a person enters, it was him.

- Hi... How do you feel? - He sat next to me and I turned a little as I could to see him. I smiled when I saw his eyes full of concern. - I feel awesome as if someone had hit me with a truck. I told you I'd be fine, but you're so in your mind that you never listen to me. - I saw when he started laughing and then he started looking for my hand, once he took it, he caressed my knuckles which were bruised from fighting.

- I'm fine now, stop worrying, in less than a week I'll be ready to kick your ass in practice. - I smiled happily and saw how he approached to kiss my forehead, I closed my eyes feeling his lips while I had a smile on mine. - For the first time, I will say that I would love for you to do it. - Only our laughter could be heard from the room, while everyone outside was listening to our conversation with a smile on their face.

Don’t Look.

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Prompt: "Don't look."

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Tony Stark x reader

Warning: A little of nudity, Alcohol

Word Count: 700+

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Today was the day to relax, take a bath with a glass of wine and read a book. So that's what I was going to do, I took my things like hair products, facials, my rope, my glass of wine, and my book. I left the tub filling as I left the room I shared with my husband, the great Tony Stark.

- FRIDAY, can you put my music list? I want to relax for a while before your boss comes back. -

I said with a singing tone while looking for one of the many wines I had, and then I went back to the bathroom and took off my clothes.

- Of course, Miss ___, do you want the relaxation list? -

- That one, thank you very much! -

- No problem, Miss. -

I turned off the water and put the essences and stuff in the water. Pull my hair into a ponytail and step into the tub, sighing in relief as I feel the water relax my muscles. I closed my eyes feeling how the water covered my body, I took the bottle and opened it, once with my eyes open I took the glass and filled it to the top. I took a long sip of it, feeling the alcohol enter my body.

- Delicious - I smiled and hummed to the song that at that moment was playing through the speakers. I put the glass aside and took the book, settling in the tub, so I could start reading quietly. Not even 10 minutes passed, and I could already hear someone calling my name. I took a deep breath, knowing who he was. The bathroom doors opened, revealing the owner of the voice. Who do you think it is? Tony.

- Hello honey, I see that you are very comfortable there. - He said with a flirtatious tone in his voice, and you didn't have to see him in order to know that he had a smirk.

- You won't let me have a moment of calmness and silence, right? -

- Eh... no. -

I groaned a bit before looking at him.

- Get your glass and come, it's the only way I can keep you quiet. -

I saw how he quickly went to get the glass, but not before winking at me and blowing me a kiss. I laughed a little, seeing how fast he was going, only his hurried footsteps on the ground could be heard in the distance. I sat in the tub, revealing a bit of my bare chest, and put everything aside, so I could take the wine and gradually open it. The man came with the glass and handed it to me, so I could fill it halfway. He was taking off his clothes and of course, I had to see at least 3 seconds of his body, which little by little was becoming more naked. He felt my gaze and looked at me over his shoulder.

- Hey, don't look. -He said in a funny tone and then continued removing his clothes. I could only laugh at what that man said.

- Nothing I haven't seen before. -

His laugh was heard between the walls of that bathroom, once it was over I moved a little further forward, leaving room for him to enter behind me. I felt his hands take my waist getting me closer to his body, I smiled a little and relaxed against his chest, and put my hands on top of his. I felt his lips on my shoulder, giving me kisses until he reached my neck. I tilted my head, giving him more room, letting out small sounds of relief as I felt his lips work on my skin.

- You know I love you, right, Mrs. Stark? -I smiled big when I heard how he told me in moments like this, and I nodded gently while intertwining my fingers with his.

- Hm... I love you too Tony, but no funny business, I just want to relax after so much stress. -

He left his face on my neck, giving another kiss to my skin.

- As you wish, ma'am. -I took his hand to my mouth and kissed the palm of it, before leaving them where they were.

I will always feel safe being in his arms...