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i had the craziest dream

Pairing: Avenger!Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Word count: 3.7k

Inspired by: The song "I Had the Craziest Dream" by Doris Day

Summary: You've been getting strange dreams involving Loki lately that confuse you, and it doesn't help that he's started behaving just as strangely around you.

Warnings: Lots of food mentions (like half of the scenes involve food in some capacity for some reason, idek why)

Author's Note: Repost from my old Tumblr account!

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Contrary to the majority of your team, you originally saw no reason to be completely hostile towards Loki when he joined your team. He was already being punished by being forced to work with you all as an Avenger, so there was no need to antagonize him further. If you and he ended up reading in the library at the same time, you wouldn't insult him, tell him to leave, or even leave yourself to get away from him. Instead, you'd simply give him a nod and go back to your book. On missions, you would protect him if he left himself open to attacks and trust his instincts if he shouted for you to do something in an emergency. Even in the mornings when you crossed paths with him in the kitchen, you'd offer to make him tea or coffee, the same way you'd offer the same for the rest of the team.

And it seemed to you like he returned the decency and respect of your space. When he saw you reaching for a book on a higher shelf, he'd get it for you wordlessly and continue on reading. He never betrayed you or endangered you on missions. A few times, he even accepted your offer of a drink and made casual conversation. You truly thought that he had no ill will towards you.

That is, until you started getting the dreams. Those damn dreams. Maybe he'd gotten bored and wanted to get back to the mischief he revelled in in his younger years according to the stories Thor told, and this time he decided his subject would be you. Really, that was the only explanation you had for why this started.

The first happened after a long evening staying up to train. You'd been restless that whole week, just trying to find something to do with yourself, but you had a tendency to go off the deep end as much as any of your colleagues. Bruce had had to drag you from the gym to your room, imploring you to rest, and it was only due to the fact that he had a gentle disposition that you obliged him and went to sleep.

The dark green sheets on the bed beneath you combined with the leather armor on stands around you signified that you were in his bedroom. You sat between his legs with one of his arms around your waist, his fingers dancing with the hem of your shirt with the cool fingertips grazing against your warm skin occasionally. In his other hand was the book he was reading aloud from in front of the both of you so that you could read for the female characters' lines. The cadence of his voice as he read persuaded you to relax against him, resting your head back on his shoulder. Your own hands were tracing his forearms, and you took in the way his muscles tensed and relaxed with his movements with rapt attention.

"'No, not a whit,'" he purred against your ear. "'I find you passing gentle. 'Twas told me you were rough, and coy, and sullen, and now I find report a very liar. For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous, but slow in speech, yet sweet as springtime flowers.'"

Closing your eyes, you lost track of where he was until silence lingered for a few moments too long and you realized you were meant to say the next line. "Oh," you murmured softly, reluctant to break the silence that followed his reading. "Sorry, Loki."

"I find no offense with a lady as lovely as you being charmed by my voice," he replied easily, putting the book down on the bed beside the two of you. "I was once famed for my silver tongue, you know."

"Hm, I wonder if the talents of your tongue only apply to your ability to read Shakespeare."

He lifted your chin and turned your head back slightly so that you would face him more easily. "Would you like a personal demonstration of what my tongue can do?"

His lips were less than an inch away from yours when your eyes snapped open in the morning. Even though you knew it was a dream, you swore you could still feel his touch on your skin, his eyes devouring you, his breath just barely grazing your face. You took a few good deep breaths to try to calm your racing heart, but it just wouldn't stop pounding away in your rib cage.

It didn't help that when you walked into the kitchen after getting into your gear, Loki was already in the kitchen, sipping his tea with a book in hand. Your thoughts kept lingering back to the dream and the way it felt to be in his hold.

He looked up at your arrival, and you almost halted when pierced by his green eyes. You had to force yourself to keep walking to the coffee maker to pour yourself a cup of something to wake up. Shock you back to reality.

"Sleep well?" he asked. Your eyes dropped to his mouth at the words.

Swallowing down some coffee, you nodded. "Uh-huh." To your own ears your voice sounded too high to be convincing, but Loki seemed to take it in stride, returning to his book. "How did you sleep?"

"For the most part, rather well, but I was roused in the middle of the night once." His eyes darted briefly to you as he turned the page of his book, and the barest hint of a smile curved his mouth.

A smile, or a smirk? You couldn't decide, but it followed you throughout the rest of the day. As you finished your coffee and he gave his full attention to the book, during training despite Loki not being in the gym at the time, and most especially in the library, where you sat in your usual spot with a book and Loki sat right across from you.

"I think you'd do well with something by Shakespeare next," he commented quietly when you finished your novel sooner than you expected. "He is a rather skillful writer, I've discovered."

Though you gave a smile and promised you'd think about his suggestion, you planned on booking (no pun intended) your way out of the library right after putting the novel back.

The second dream happened the night after the first, and you wondered if it were due to your worrying about the first all day long. Maybe if you had put it out of your head, your subconscious wouldn't be dragged back to it.

Cool breezes pushed your hair out of your face as you took a sip of the strawberry lemonade in your hand. He sat next to you on the blanket, eating a spring salad. The sun didn't bear down on the two of you due to the large tree protecting you.

"It's nice out here," you said, and you turned your head to find him nodding and smiling serenely.

He swallowed the food in his mouth before replying, "Yes, I have to admit that Stark keeps a good garden. Nothing like the royal garden we had on Asgard, of course, but..."

"Nothing is like Asgard," you finished.

He picked up his own drink and focused his gaze on it intently. "It could as well be said that there are things on Midgard which no other planet shares."

His light tone interested you, and you smiled before knocking your shoulder against his. "Things?"

"People. You in particular." He leaned in to press his lips to your forehead affectionately, and he said against your skin, "I already find it hard to believe that I was lucky enough to find someone like you, so I can't comprehend the idea of anyone just like you anywhere else."

"Well, you're not exactly like any of the men I've ever known," you admitted, cupping his face. You dragged your fingers lightly over his cheek and jaw. "No one could be this charming, this intelligent, this gentle, and yet... as mischievous and conflicted."

He lowered his head, and before you knew what you were doing, you plucked a blueberry from the bowl of fruit between the two of you and pressed it to his mouth before he could kiss you, chuckling at the confused expression on his face. He ate the berry anyway, his lips grazing your fingertips.

"Would you like a strawberry next?"

"I'd prefer a taste of you."

"Well, why didn't you say so?" you joked, sitting up straighter.

And yet again, you awoke with a start, almost shooting up from the bed. Instead of trying to lay back down or calm down, you sat up and held your head in your hands. Why? Why were you having these strange dreams? Loki wasn't... you didn't think of him that way. You couldn't possibly after what he did to New York and the people he'd hurt, including other members of your team.

You didn't change out of your pajamas as you trudged over to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Stretching to relieve some of the ache in your muscles, you yawned. Thankfully, you'd woken up at a time that no one else - including a certain dark-haired god - was around. So, you were free to enjoy the warm cup of coffee in your hands by yourself as you tried to understand the tricks your mind was playing on you by night.

Tricks. Was your mind doing that, or...?

"Good morning, (Y/n)!" You nearly spilled your coffee on yourself at Thor's booming voice, but lucky enough only a few drops trickled over onto the table. Looking up, you found him wearing more casual attire than his armor, as he often did on days without training sessions scheduled. He opened the refrigerator to start making breakfast. After staying at the Tower for a while, he'd gotten the hang of cooking for himself and even found some joy in it - as long as the fridge was stocked. "Did you have trouble sleeping last night? I hope you weren't plagued by nightmares."

After getting up to get a paper towel, you gave him a strained smile and shook your head. "Not nightmares... I mean, my dream was just very confusing. Say, Thor?"

"Yes?"

"If anyone knows Loki best, it would be you, right?"

He winced at the question as he scrambled some eggs in a bowl. "When it comes to Loki, I daresay even the person who knows him best would not know him well enough. He's changing here, certainly, and I think it's for the better, but... I cannot claim to know what is in his heart or mind unless he himself shows it. Even then..." Shaking his head, he looked back at you and asked, "Why do you ask?"

"Well, I was wondering, about his powers. He's a trickster, right? And he hasn't played any pranks on anyone while he's been here so far."

"I wouldn't go so far as to say that," Thor chuckled. "I always was his favorite target, but he's no worse towards me than he was when we were children, so I don't say anything. Did he do something to you, though? If he crossed a line—"

There was a hint of anger in his voice at the implication; that if Loki hurt you or went too far, this sort of community service Odin assigned him to do would be turned into an actual prison sentence. Those were the original terms the Avengers had agreed to before Loki joined, after all.

"No," you quickly assured Thor. You didn't know for sure if Loki had given you these dreams, so you didn't want to accuse him. It's just that you were confused and wanted answers. "I wanted to know, is he able to influence others' dreams? And do you think he would?"

He gave it some thought as he cooked his food, his brow furrowed. "I don't doubt that he has that ability, but I don't think— sorry, I suppose it's more correct to say that I hope he wouldn't do that to someone without their knowledge or permission. Just to have a bit of fun? No. He should understand that dreams are very intimate."

"Hm," was all you managed. A short hum as you finished off your coffee.

He brought over the pan and a plate to the table where you were sitting. "Would you like some eggs? I think I made a little too much for myself."

Knowing that Thor knew exactly how much to make for himself since he was already used to cooking, you accepted. Your questions and the tired, confused state of you must have made him concerned. "Thank you. Especially for answering my questions."

"May I ask something?" Thor questioned as he sat beside you with his own plate of food. When you nodded, he asked, "What brought this on?"

Maybe you should have expected that that would be what he'd ask. "It's like I said. My dreams have just been very confusing these past couple of nights. Nothing scary or harmful, just strange."

"And they involve my brother?"

Reluctantly, you nodded. "Don't tell him. I don't think he's done anything - what you've said has more than confirmed that."

He nodded, taking a swig of his drink. "Well, dreams are often stranger than anything we could ever imagine in our waking minds. As long as you're not upset by them, I'm sure it's nothing to worry about."

When the two of you finished eating, you parted ways and carried on with the rest of your daily routine like normal. Except, of course, when it came time for your reading. Loki was sure to be in the library, and you couldn't possibly face him again after the last two dreams.

You cursed under your breath when you found him sitting in the only other place you would settle down if you were too tired or injured to walk all the way to the library - on a couch in the corner of the living room. He himself wasn't reading, rather he was eating a bowl of something while he gazed out the nearest window. Steve and a few of the others were also in the room, sitting on the seats in the center of the room, in front of the television.

"Good afternoon," Loki said when you entered, offering for you to sit next to him.

It would have been odd for you to refuse, so you took the seat. "Afternoon, Loki. No book today?"

"Well, I figured I'd rather have a snack for now." He picked one of the fruits in the bowl and held it out to you. "Strawberry?"

Your eyes widened at the offer. Okay, he had to know about your dreams, didn't he? At the very least, he knew, and at most, he was the cause of them. Damn him. What game was he playing at? Whatever it was, you didn't want to be a part of it.

Shaking your head, you got up and remarked, "Oh, I just remembered I have to go finish up editing files on... Thomas Gideon."

"Who?"

"That's why I have to work on the files. See you later."

You didn't leave him any room to ask other questions as you scrambled to get away, to get back to your bedroom. If you didn't know that someone would drag you back to bed eventually, you would have pushed yourself to stay up that night in the gym or hiding out somewhere you wouldn't run into Loki again. But things being what they were, you settled down in bed again when night fell, hoping against hope that you wouldn't have another repeat for the third night in a row.

Evidently, it was too much to hope for.

The two of you were in one of the Tower elevators this time. He wore a tailored all-black suit that fit him too well for your blood pressure, and you wore a rather nice dark green cocktail dress.

"Did you have fun tonight, Loki?" you asked nonchalantly, staring at the floor number counter at the top of the elevator.

With a short hum, he replied, "I suppose Stark's party was enjoyable, but I would have had more fun if I'd spent more time with you."

"Oh, really?"

"It is always preferable to socialize with one's... friend than without."

You raised an eyebrow. "Just a friend? You can make new friends at parties. Though I hope you don't flirt with and kiss all—"

As he faced you, Loki gently took hold of your waist and turned you to him as well. You swallowed thickly at his proximity, stepping back until he pressed you against the wall of the elevator.

"Do you truly need convincing that you're the only one I care for in this way?" he said under his breath.

Your eyes darted to his mouth, but you held off from pulling him to you. "Only when you downplay that care."

He pensively curled a strand of your hair around his finger. "Would you prefer I call you lover?"

"Loki, yes," you sighed, half out of exhaustion from the long evening and half out of anticipation for whatever move he would make next. His eyes fell closed, and you followed suit as he—

You groaned in frustration when you woke up, not knowing if you were frustrated just because you'd had another one of those dreams again or if it was because you were getting tired of almost kissing Loki but never getting to. Wait a second.

Forcing yourself to sit up and get out of bed, you tried to rationalize why you'd think that. It had to be those damn dreams. Yeah, that was it. You just had Loki on the brain, and the more you thought about him, the more he seemed... attractive, you supposed. Not that you could say he wasn't attractive whether or not you thought so - those silky black locks, bright green eyes, and his lean body would all beg to differ, let alone the millions of girls who, despite his attack on New York, fangirled over the man. Sure, he looked good, and his voice sounded like heaven, and maybe you enjoyed the quiet moments the two of you shared. He was simply good company. And so what if there were a few missions where he'd thrown himself over you to protect you and you couldn't stop your heart from racing until he'd finally pulled away? That was just the heat of battle. And maybe you really did want to kiss Loki. Maybe you wanted to be held by him, for him to call you his lover. Maybe you wanted all that and more. It didn't mean anything!

With a sigh as you got dressed, you admitted to yourself reluctantly that it unfortunately did mean something. But you couldn't, wouldn't ever tell Loki that. If he had anything to do with the dreams, he was just playing with you and your feelings, and you wouldn't be able to trust him knowing how you felt.

You mentally cursed when you walked into the kitchen and saw Loki standing beside the coffee maker holding not only his usual mug but yours as well. By the steely determination in his eyes, you knew that you weren't going to get out of this the way you had before.

"(Y/n)," he greeted you with a smile, holding out your cup. "I can't help but feel like I did something to wrong you yesterday. After you fled to go take care of files, Thor had a few questions to ask me concerning you."

Great job not telling him, Thor, you sarcastically thought. As you took your drink, you said, "Oh, really?"

"Yes. If something is weighing on your mind, I may be able to help you parse through it."

And still, you had to ask yourself what game he was playing here. Why would he ask you what was wrong? If he was causing the dreams, why not come clean? Maybe he was just waiting for you to notice what was up.

"Well," you said slowly, putting your cup down on the counter, "I had the craziest dream last night—"

He hooked a finger under your chin and brought your focus up to his visage. His expression was unreadable, brow smooth and jaw set. The only thing you could focus on were his eyes and the way they glittered as he examined you in turn. When he took a deep breath, though, you sensed an inkling of hesitation, of worry.

And he confirmed your suspicions. "I know." He must have seen panic in your expression or sensed the way your shoulders tensed. "But it's not what you think, I promise you."

"Explain what it is, because I swear, Loki, if you—"

"Did you know that you talk in your sleep?" You stopped short at his question, your cheeks heating up at the implication, at the things he could have heard. But he was kind enough to not let you speculate the worst. "You summoned me the other night. Mumbled something about Shakespeare. Then you called me again the next night and asked about strawberries. And then last night, the way you sighed my name..." His gaze lowered briefly before snapping back up to meet your eyes. "It makes one's mind wander. Makes one's heart skip a beat. So, if there's a chance that these dreams are more than an overactive imagination—"

You were tired of waiting for Loki to lean in towards you half a second before you woke up, so you grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down to press your lips to his tenderly. Just in case this, too, was a dream, despite your absolute certainty that it wasn't. As if he knew exactly what you'd been literally dreaming about, he pulled you to him and kissed you back deeply. The way he passionately explored your mouth felt even better than anything you could have ever dreamt in those previous few nights. When you carded your fingers through his hair, it felt softer than you would have thought (and far less greasy than Tony frequently joked it was).

When he broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours, you whispered, "Please tell me I'm still awake."

A chuckle rumbled in his chest, and he brought a hand up to caress your face. "What's the saying - would you like me to pinch you to make sure?"

"Maybe another kiss will do instead?" you suggested despite still needing to catch your breath from the last one.

"Can't hurt to try," he said before capturing your lips again.

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#stoopppppp #a dream about Loki would have me acting the same way frfr #kay’s recs

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softieekayy · 8 hours

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one thing about me is i’m gonna rewatch the walking dead even i have loads of other shows i’m meant to be watching

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LOKI MASTERLIST

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✧ Moments of Magic ☆

Summary: You bring Loki two gifts to mark his birthday. One a magical object and the other your heart

✧ 14 Hours to Cape Town (18+)☆

Summary: When the rest of the Avengers are sent on a mission to Cape Town, you're forced to stay behind to recover from a previous mission while Loki isn't trusted enough to go along. How will you cope with being made to stay in the compound with the man you're in love with when he seemingly wants nothing to do with you?

✧ Warming Him (18+) ☆

Summary: Loki makes you warm him

✧ Stay Here One More Time

Summary: On the anniversary of the Battle of New York, Loki discovers he has someone on his side

✧ Don't Go Tonight

Summary: While on a mission fighting against HYDRA you do the one thing you’re not supposed to do and get distracted. The price you pay is a high one.

✧ Do I Haunt Your Mind? ☆

Summary: You finally work up the courage to confess your feelings to Loki, but it goes badly wrong

✧ Little Green Dress (18+)

Summary: You try, and spectacularly fail, to tease the god of mischief.

✧ I Want To Make You Feel Wanted (18+)

Summary: On a mission you get the opportunity to kill the HYDRA agent responsible for torturing you, but, misreading the situation, Loki kills him before you get the chance. And now you want to kill him

✧ "My Pet." (18+)

Summary: Tony’s Christmas party gets a little steamier than you had imagined

✧ Tiny Blessings

Summary: Growing up within the royal palace of Asgard, you learned magic alongside Loki and his mother Frigga. After Frigga's death, you find a way into the dungeons to comfort her broken son

✧ Paper Trail

Summary: Loki organises a romantic treasure hunt for you

✧ Back In Your Arms

Summary: Loki arrives back at the compound, and back in your arms, after the battle with Thanos

✧ Illicit Affairs (18+)

Summary: A marriage built on nothing but childhood infatuation was always bound to fall apart. The love you once thought you had for Thor has dwindled to nothing but indifference. He doesn't know the things you crave and makes no effort to find out, so you turn to the one person who will fulfill all your filthy desires: his brother.

✧ One More Week (18+)

Summary: When Loki makes a request of you in bed, how can you possibly deny him?

✧ Burned (18+)

Prompts: “Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?” ||"Fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been good.” || "Be a good girl

✧ In The Quiet Of The Morning (18+)

Prompt: Soft morning sex with Loki

✧ For All To See (18+)

Summary: You, Loki, and a floor-to-ceiling window. What of it?

✧ Between His Thighs (18+)

Summary: Loki makes you warm him. Again.

✧ Emerald Lace (18+) ☆

Summary: Your first time wearing lingerie for Loki has you nervous, but your god is quick to show you how much he adores you.

✧ Underneath The Willow Tree (18+)

Summary: A spring afternoon in the gardens with your husband is just another occasion for debauchery in his eyes

✧ Victory Prize (18+)

Summary: Loki arrives home from a mission eager to celebrate its success

✧ Atonement (18+)

Summary: Loki disobeyed you and touched himself without permission. Now, he must suffer the consequences

✧ To Those Who Wait (18+)

Summary: Loki has denied you for one whole week, but just when the week is up, he's asked to accompany Thor and Nat on a mission. Frustration follows

✧ Teasing the Dragon (18+)

Summary: What could go wrong when you tease Loki about his stamina?

✧ Even Gods Get Sick

Summary: You care for your love when he gets a sudden summer cold

✧ Call You Mine (18+)

Summary: It's your third anniversary with the love of your life, and Tony has given you a very thoughtful gift

✧ For The First Time (18+)

Summary: It's been a long build up, but you finally sleep with Loki for the first time

TWO PARTERS

✧ When You Play With Fire (18+)

Summary: When Loki doesn’t accompany you to Scott’s birthday celebration, you think you have the upper hand by leaving him to stew in his own desire. You should have known better than to play with fire.

PART ONE

PART TWO

✧ Dancing With The Devil (18+)

Summary: You’ve burned for him for centuries, but you know he sees you as nothing more than a prize to claim. Still, you play his game of teasing and innuendo, but never give in to how badly you crave him. That is until an innocent smell of a flower on Midsummer leaves you with no other choice.

PART ONE

PART TWO

✧ On The Throne (18+)

Summary: Yet again Loki has allowed a security council meeting to run late. You decide that, this time, you’ll go and help hurry it alone

PART ONE

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DRABBLES

✧ Don't Move, Darling (18+)

Prompt: "Move an inch and you won't be coming tonight."

✧ Purple And Red (18+)

Prompt: "I won't apologise for marking you up, everyone should know you're taken."

✧ Against The Glass (18+)

Prompt: "I want everyone to see how good you take it."

✧ Make You Sing (18+)

✧ Eyes Open (18+)

Prompt: "Keep your eyes open."

✧ Consequences (18+)

Summary: Loki gave you one simple order when leaving the palace and now you have to face the consequences of failing to follow it

✧ Worship You (18+)

Summary: Yours is the only altar Loki will ever worship at

✧ The Black Suit (18+)

Summary: Loki's black suits makes you late for a party

✧ I Love You

Summary: Loki tells you he loves you for the first time

✧ Yours (18+)

Summary: Loki discovers how much you love when he leaves his mark on you

✧ A Welcome Distraction (18+)

Summary: Loki can't keep his hands off you while you're supposed to be working

✧ Little Noises (18+)

Summary: You try something new to get Loki off

✧ Adore You (18+)

Summary: While worshipping Loki, you discover something new about your lovers likes

✧ Good Boy (18+)

Summary: Loki loves to be praised

BLURBS

✧ Loki with an overstimulation kink

✧ How would Loki love us?

✧ Loki praising us

✧ President Loki

✧ Sub!Loki

✧ "You'll take what I give you."

✧ Waking up next to Loki

✧ Library drabble

✧ Holding Him

✧ Aftercare

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MEET CUTE MEET CUTE

tbh I just wanted them to be really blush and giggly and awkward. Your feedback means the world to me 🩷🩷

Sweet treat

Vincent Renzi x reader

Word count: 1.8k

A/n: the dialogue is italicized because my French isn’t good enough (yet) to right proper dialogue.

Moments like these were precious to Vincent. These quiet serene moments where the only sound was the chirping of birds and the soft, mellow music in the background that accompanied it. He liked to light a cigarette, lean into his chair as he sat on his small balcony, looking out to the sky and the street below him.

However what captured his attention more was the cute little baker from across from him.

Vincent noticed that she often started her day early, rushing into the store as if her pants were on fire, hair unkempt and a cigarette dangling from her lips as the long winter coat protected her from the harsh wind. Vincent often donned a smile seeing her. He saw himself in her. The way the hair was messy and the cigarette, she was just another version of him. One that he so desperately wanted to know.

He watched her now, eyes squinting slightly as the silver haired man waited for his mystery woman to arrive. She was late today but Vincent swore up and down that he wasn’t stalking her. No, he’d never do that. He’d just familiarized himself with her routine. It wasn’t much different from his own. Up at such ungodly hours doing lord knows what.

This time though, she felt him watching. The clearly disheveled woman could feel eyes on her a couple months ago yet she chose to ignore it. Until she caught a glimpse of possibly the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. The young woman let a small smile graced her lips as he looked up at him, eyes squinting from the sun that decided to peek out today. He wasn’t looking at her then, no. He was looking ahead, not even in her direction. Deciding that she was running late already, the woman headed into the shop, quite unaware of Vincent’s watchful eyes.

Days went by yet neither of them made any moves. (Y/n) watched him occasionally, admiring the way his silver hair fell over his forehead. He looked like a cat. A very beautiful cat. She wanted to know the man yet she couldn’t exactly match up to him and ask questions. Her nose crinkled at the thought of being so invasive. Vincent, ever the recluse, watched her from his balcony, a cigarette in his mouth. He wanted to introduce himself to her and get to know her, possibly at dinner but he didn’t. He couldn’t.

“Watching him again?” A voice, Helene’s voice, interrupted the young woman from her thoughts. She turned her head slightly to look at the older woman standing in front of her, a teasing smile on her face and arms crossed.

(Y/n) scoffed. “No, I’m just… admiring the weather.” Her voice held uncertainty. Helene laughed, the young woman couldn’t lie to save a life.

“Mhm, because the weather is stunning today.” It wasn’t. The weather was horrible, not a peak of sunshine. It was just strong wind and clouds looking like they’re about to bless the ground with snow.

“Yeah. I can’t wait for the inevitable snow storm we’ll have.” The younger woman replied sarcastically, throwing her hair over her shoulder. She’d done it nicely today, two braids on both sides.

Helene looked up at the man, his name still unknown to both of them.

“He is quite beautiful.” She sighed, taking in Vincent’s form and earning herself a jab in the rib from her coworker.

“Come. Stop being distracted, we have work to do.” (Y/n) tells her, pulling the older woman in by her arm, leaving Vincent unbeknownst to their conversation.

The older man retreated into his apartment, it wasn’t a very small one. It was nice, well, nice enough for him. Two bedrooms, one used as an office while the other one looked like it had barely been slept in. He rubbed his eyes, trying to drive away the tiredness that seeped through his bones and into his head. Vincent looked over to the pile of files he had to sort through, sighing, he went over to brew himself a nice, warm cup of coffee.

“Fuck.” Vincent muttered, seeing the sputtering of the old machine. He sighed, rubbing his forehead in agitation. He knew he should’ve replaced the damn machine months ago but he didn’t. And now he’s seeing the fruit of his labour. Maybe today was his lucky day. Maybe he’d get to talk to the cute owner of the coffee shop. The older man exhaled deeply, pulling on a black sweater, one of his nicer ones along with a black trench coat.

The weather didn’t seem to be letting up soon and he wasn’t fond of freezing.

Vincent made his way down the stairs of his apartment, walking across the street and towards the shop. He stopped for a minute, breathing deeply, he didn’t want to come across as a stalker and he sincerely hoped that the cute girl didn’t notice his obvious staring. He pulled the door open, walking into the shop, surprised to see it busy.

“Oh my god.” Helene whispered, her jaw dropping as she noticed the silver haired man walk in. She nudges the younger woman beside her.

“What?” (Y/n) asked her, not in the mood to listen to another one of Helene’s rants on the cute guy that just walked in. (Y/n) stood up from where she was crouching and turned to look in Helene’s line of direction, only for her jaw to drop as well. The man that she had been admiring for the past few weeks was even more beautiful up close. His hair fell so perfectly over his forehead and the sweater he wore just did something for him. Not that he wasn’t perfect already.

Vincent looked at her, eyes crinkling as a small smile donned his lips as he made his way up to the counter.

“Hello.” Vincent greeted her politely, hands stuffed into his coat pockets. God she was even more beautiful up close. Big doe eyes looking up at him from behind the counter making him forget why he was here in the first place.

“Oh hello! Welcome to Café of Curiosity! How can I help you today?” The young woman chirped happily, looking at Vincent. Well, she wasn’t really looking, she was admiring him. Vincent lost his train of thoughts for a small second. He wanted to hear her voice for the rest of his life.

“Café of Curiosity?” He asked.

“Mhm. It’s because there’s many coffee flavors that intrigue curiosity that we offer!” Helene chirps in and both of them turn to look at her. (Y/n) shooting her a sharp glare while the older man just looks at her and nods before turning his attention to the woman before him.

“Right then. I’ll just get a plain black coffee and a croissant, please.” Vincent tells the young woman in front of him, nodding at his choices.

“Going for the basics?” She asks, not looking up at him from the screen. Vincent hums in answer.

“Right… May I grab a name for the order?” She asks him kindly, offering him a sugary sweet smile.

“Oh I’m sorry! It’s Vincent.” (Y/n) laughed at his expression, a deer in headlights. Vincent felt warmth rush up to his neck and into his cheeks, no doubt looking like a beetroot. He’s sure he’s embarrassed himself and ruined all his chances while the woman opposite him thought that he was endearing and charming, in an awkward way. She nodded and gestured for him to wait by the other side of the counter.

“He’s cute, no?” Helene nudged the younger girl who only smiled. Helene knew though, she always knew. She looked up at the man, Vincent, who was looking at her co-worker and smiled.

“Well, I’m not handing him his order.” Helene exclaimed, moving to greet the person at the counter.

“What why?!” (Y/n) asked, eyebrows furrowed together and a small pout on her lips.

“Because, my dear, I doubt I’m the one he’s here to see.” Helene winked, pushing the younger girl forward gently. Vincent smiled awkwardly, fiddling with his phone, opening the photos app and settings, trying to look like he was doing something other than staring.

“Vincent!” She called out, capturing his attention. The said man looked up at her, smiling. He seemed to be doing a lot of that near her. He went up to the counter to grab his drink and croissant, hands briefly touching.

“Oh, thank you!” He responded, grabbing his coffee off the counter. The younger woman nodded her head in response. Having nothing else to say, he awkwardly turned around and left, cursing himself for not saying more. Inside the café, (Y/n) was doing the same, shaking her head in disapproval at her stupidity for not saying anything.

“You know, he’s still outside.” Helene pointed out, seeing the mop of silver waiting for the light to turn green. (Y/n) looked at her before smirking, she grabbed a tiramisu, tossing it in a box before running out.

“Vincent!” The young woman yelled out, waving her hand for him to pause, and he did. Vincent halted in his tracks, waiting for the woman to catch up.

“You forgot this.” She panted out, one hand holding the box out to him while the other was on her knee, trying to catch her breath.

“Oh… I didn’t order this.” He told her, trying to turn it down, thinking that she had mistaken him for someone else.

“Think of it as a treat! From me to you.” She told him, shoving the box in his hands and bolting before he had a chance to say anything else. The older man huffed out a small laugh at their interaction and made his way home, not thinking much of it. On his short walk home, he couldn’t get the sound of her voice out of his head.

Vincent Renzi was utterly enamoured by this siren of a woman.

He set the box down, opening it up only to see something that surprised him. Inside the box was the woman’s phone number and name.

“Call me… or not.” He whispered out loud, laughing a bit. He hadn’t even known her properly yet she was already weaseling her way into his heart. He saved the number in his phone, not quite ready to shoot her a text yet.

This had to be the best day possible for him. All because he forgot to replace his stupid coffee maker.

Deciding that the weather wasn’t going to change its mind anytime soon, Vincent decided to drink and work outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. Only to see that she was waiting for him, in the window of her café, waving at him shyly before signaling her hand into a phone. Vincent nodded, truly intending to know the woman more, hopefully over a nice dinner and a glass of wine. She smiled before turning on her heels and rushing back to the café.

Oh dear, he hadn’t even known her yet he was in so deep.

Tagging: @caramel-hufflepuff @weird-civilian @hypocritic-trash-baby @ynguklvr @jake-g-lockley

#vincent renzi x reader #vincent renzi x reader fluff

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softieekayy · 2 days

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A thought I’ll elaborate on later but imagine Bucky loving when his girl gets the night time zoomies. He loves how she slinks across his lap like a cat, sometimes chittering to herself while munching on a snack that was hidden somewhere under her pillow for safe keeping.

He knows it’ll last for about 5 minutes and then she’s out like a light, sleeping like a log and taking up the entire bed even though she’s just half his size.

He has to curl up in a ball when she steals the blanket and he can’t help but chuckle at the little gremlin sounds she makes when he tries to tug it back.

That’s his feral little raccoon and he loves her forever.

lil trash panda.

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it’s been a long day. an exhausting long day, in such an environment where everybody is required to be high-strung, deliberate, exacting on every action. everything was tense.

the decades vincent has on his plate never really made it more comfortable, if you were to dig through his psyche. it has simply rested on his shoulders, no amount of wine nor cigarettes can aid in chipping them away. his neck often stiff, shoulders tensed in all which he tries his best to alleviate by stretching, but it’s all temporal. moments in every hit of a cigarette, consequential in liquor.

you’re more than pleased to kiss and knead them away, though. it’s become a thing to look forward to, however late at night he finally comes home. like his job, your hands are methodical, pleased to dispel the invisible weight he carries on his muscles. your kisses on the back of his neck raise goosebumps on its wake, and vincent gets to breathe deeply and exhale relief as the pads of your fingertips soothe through their pressure.

he lays on top of you with his back on your chest, arms around his neck as his own hands hold them. you leave trails of kisses on his hair to his cheeks. he turns his body to now cage you beneath him, fingers combed in your hair and palm resting on your cheek, thumb caressing.

“mon amour,” face inches from yours as he looks through your eyes so soft, so lovingly sincere, “how could i ever give you my gratitude for loving me?”

you hold his face with both of your hands, “you existing with me is enough, my love.”

i finally got to watch anatomy of a fall hehe hes so

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softieekayy · 3 days

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So, this series I binged in like an hour!! It’s so fucking good! Like frfr. I really recommend checking out literally everything by this author because they’re fucking amazing! My favourite series has to be Method Acting!!

JEALOUSY & FLIRTATION MASTERLIST

18+

Frat!Bucky x F!Reader

There's nothing you want more than Bucky Barnes - but you and his best friend, Juniper, seem to have that in common.

Series Warning: Frat!Bucky x F!Reader, Bucky has a best friend who is obsessed with him, F!OC, some pick me behaviour, fluff, angst, smut.

Part One: Operation Distract Juniper Johnson

Part Two: The Second Encounter

Part Three: The End

Part Four: Mr Bitter

Part Five: Operation Distract Juniper Johnson II

Part Six: Investigation Launched

Part Seven: She's Crazier Than I Thought

Part Eight: You're Only Playing Dress-Up

Part Nine: Saudade

Part Ten: Flaming June

#bucky x reader #frat!bucky #steve rogers x reader #frat!steve #Kay’s recs #marvel

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