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a-world-with0ut-dr34ms · 10 months

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Ghost x Dom!Reader x Soap (Sneak Peek)

Ghost and Soap find themselves crushing on the same woman on their team, a friendly bout between two comrades to see who you'll choose, only your answer's not one they'd expected to hear.

Tags: Future NSFW 18+/Shameless Smut/PwP/MMF/some Ghostsoap, Anon Request •ᴗ• (Full tags will be used in main post), Jealousy, Banter, Flirting, Bickering, Sexual Tension, Soap and Ghost are fighting over the same girl, but it's a friendly competition, ends in a three-way too so, spoiler alert, Scarcely proofread

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Ghost leans forward now, resting his arms on his knees and furrowing his brow. "A'right, out with it," he says. "What's your game 'ere?"

Soap's brow furrows rather facetiously. '"I'm sorry, sir?"

"Don’t play dumb Johnny." The playful tone Ghost once used before has now since cooled, growing darker. "You know wha' I'm askin'."

Soap merely smirks, resting his arm back against the couch. "The same game you're playing, yeah?"

"And what game is that, Johnny?"

Soap can't help but laugh now, growing more and more cocky with each loaded exchange. On a normal day, Ghost might manage to intimidate the Sergeant every so often with his sheer presence, let alone his words. However, when it comes to women, Soap couldn't feel more in his element, especially up against his superior.

"One I'll beat you in."

Now it's Ghost's turn to have a laugh. A subtle thing, trapped beneath the burliness of his chest, though its deep rumble is audible enough, having warmed the Scotsman's cheeks at the sound.

"I doubt that," Ghost says.

"You underestimate my charm L.T." Soap puckers his lips and kisses the air between the two men mockingly. As much as Ghost tried to hide it, the sight had made the air catch in his throat for a second. It's that usual, competitive nature about the Sergeant that really gets Ghost's blood pumping during these mutual bouts of bickering.

"My last statement still stands," Ghost chuckles. "So what? You thought I'd leave and you two would just go at it then?"

"I wouldn't say it like that," Soap says. "...But I was hoping to have some alone time with her, yes."

"And you figured on waitin' for the rest of us to vacate before making a move..." Ghost shrugs with affirmation. "...Clever man."

"Yeah, well, what about you?" Soap asks. "Clearly we're both still here for the same reason. What's your "game", L.T.?"

"It's not your concern."

Soap groans, sinking back in his seat, though he hadn't been surprised by the lieutenant's response. "Suppose it isn't, then," he says. "It's hers."

"That's right," Ghost agrees. "We can't both have her."

"Can't we?"

Ghost brings his eyes forward to Soap's, having thought his comment had been a mere joke. However, once their gazes matched, Ghost could see that his Sergeant was dead serious.

Personally, Soap's never been opposed to the idea of a threesome. He'd even be lying if he said he hadn't fantasized about it from time to time, as boyish as it sounds. Adding Ghost into that equation hadn't tripped him up much either; Lord knows the lieutenant would be next on Soap's list if you weren't at the top of it first.

Still, Ghost had a hard time even picturing a scenario where something like that could happen, let alone with all three of you. No doubt the man had been interested in you, and for a while, he'd even felt something for Soap as well, feelings that haven't necessarily gone away.

Something with all three of you would no doubt be perfect, however, it just seemed...

"Let's be real here, Johnny." Ghost leaves it at that.

"Suit yourself," Soap merely shrugs, before a light bulb moment suddenly lets off in his eyes. "How about we bring this to the source then? Hey Y/N!"

"Soap-"

"Oi, calm down, mate," he smiles at him. "No point in beatin' 'round the bush, aye?"

You round the corner finally, having heard their voices vaguely through your door this entire time, but not being able to put full words together. From the "uh-oh" look you had on your face, however, something told the two men you were already preparing for them to say something crazy.

"What's up?"

Soap gives Ghost a final look, waiting to see if the man will protest. However, when he sees that he doesn't speak, Soap grins, turning back to you.

"If you had to pick between Ghost and I, who're you choosin'?"

"Pick for what?" you ask, certainly needing clarification. "For battle?"

Soap bursts out laughing, just now feeling how awkward it was going to be explaining this to you. "No," he says. "Like if you had to pick one of us to... I don't know, go out on a date with, who would you pick?"

You keep smiling at Soap like he's joking, but once you see he hasn't budged, you feel your heart begin to race.

Your eyes grow wide, now suddenly embarrassed to have the spotlight on you. "You're seriously asking?"

Soap nods. "I am."

You look over at Ghost now. Surely this was just another one of Soap's antics. "You too?"

Ghost shrugs. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious."

You were hoping he wouldn't say that. But, if they were asking, then may God be your witness as you answer them.

Placing a hand to your chin, you pout to yourself and look back and forth between your teammates, sizing both men up for every physical feature they had to offer.

Your mind immediately goes to the gutter, not being able to help it. You've found them both distractingly good-looking ever since you joined the team, and you've more than thought about this before. Just never in comparison. Or out loud.

Soap looks like he'd be fun to play with -- he's eager, energetic, and even better, open-minded. Not to mention he was cocky too; you always liked a man who could talk his shit and back it up. With those big arms of his, he could just box you in against the bed and pin you down good and firm, as he drills into you, cooing that sweet little accent of his in your ear like he would. It made your body tingle just thinking about it.

And then there was Ghost; if there was any voice you wouldn't mind having growled in your ear while being fucked senseless, it was his. Unlike Soap, you just knew you wouldn't get it rough like you would from Ghost. You've lost count of how many times you've caught yourself gawking at him during sparring sessions or while out in the field, watching that bulking mass of muscle of his he called a body, manhandle any and everything in his way. Having him do the same to you in a more intimate sense never failed to make the lower parts of yourself start to throb at the thought.

After giving both men a good, long look, you sigh, letting your arms fall back to your sides.

"I can't choose."

"Ah, don't be shy now, lass," Soap says. "If you're worried about hurtin' our feelings-"

"No it's not that," you cut in. "It's just not an easy choice, you know?"

Simon raises an eyebrow now. "Oh?"

"Oh, don't act all surprised, Ghost."

"You like us both then?" Soap asks cautiously.

"I'd say so." You begin to smirk. "Why? What's going on here?"

The two give each other a look, before Simon goes to explain things to you.

"We're just trying to figure out which one of us has a shot."

"Figures you should be the deciding vote, seeing as you're the subject of interest, lass."

You imagine you look pretty stupid standing at the center of your living room all wide-eyed like you do, but frankly, this just feels too good to be true. It hadn't been one of them that was supposedly into you, but both of them. If you could do a backflip, you'd do twelve right now, no questions asked.

But before you get head over heels about this, "So you're saying you both want me then?"

"In more ways than one, darlin'," Soap teases.

You glance over at Ghost this time, having taken note of his sudden silence. "You too, Simon?"

He hadn't necessarily been prepared to confess his feelings to you, not like this, and much less in front of an opposing audience. Still, Ghost wouldn't have his own Sergeant show him up so easily. Plus, the way your eyes lured at him this whole time had a chill running down his spine, making it hard to concentrate. So he nods, "That's right."

A devilish smile slowly creeps over your lips.

"Well, can't I just have you both?"

Coming soon...(・ω・｀)………..

I'm in the process of typing the smut for this, but here's a preview. Please let me know if this dialogue kind of wreaks; I don't know why, but I'm struggling to like it no matter how much I rewrite it (I keep flipping back and forth between liking it and not liking it). But enough of that. I'll link the full part here once it's complete! (ʃᵕ̩̩ ᵕ̩̩)

#ghost x reader x soap #ghost x reader #soap x reader #call of duty #modern warfare ii #call of duty modern warfare ii #mwii #mw2022 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #simon ghost riley #ghost simon riley #john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #Spotify #ghostsoap #soapghost

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gwilymz · 2 years

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idea: you’re hanging out with robin and eddie and they are PRYING about your relationship with steve. eddie is just convinced steve has no idea what he’s doing in bed, and robin nods in agreement.

“he just looks like a missionary guy through and through.” robin says.

you shrug. they’re right, but— “what’s the problem with that?” you ask.

“nothing, per se…” eddie adds. “i just feel like he doesn’t know how to really pleasure a woman. dude seems clueless.”

you blush, crossing your arms over your chest. “he does, he’s just vanilla—and i guess,” you pause, embarrassed. you weren’t used to being so open about your sex life with steve.

“you guess what?” they both say in unison.

“i guess—i would kind of like him to not be so gentle all the time. he kind of treats me like i’m made of glass.”

you jump as steve lets himself into eddie’s trailer; you had forgotten that he was planning on picking you up.

he looks so handsome. his hair is a little matted from sweat, the chestnut highlights warm, a golden prize beneath the flickering lights of eddie’s room. his polo is a bit unbuttoned, allowing you to see his chest hair; the sleeves of his shirt tight around the swell of his biceps. you swear he looks more buff every time you see him.

“hey, y/n. you ready?” he offers you a tight-lipped smile.

your pulse gains pace, a nervous flutter against the green vein in your neck as steve holds his hand out for you, intertwining your fingers together.

maybe he didn’t hear.

eddie and robin share a look. he definitely had.

steve closes the door to the car after you climb into the front seat. as he’s about to start the engine, he throws the keys in the cup holder littered with receipts and loose change and your hair ties.

his hand finds your thigh, deft fingers pulling at the hem of your little tennis skirt.

his big brown eyes are locked into yours, unwavering, intimidating. gone are the days of puppy eyes and facetious pouts.

tilting your chin to him, he sighs, leaning in so your lips are almost touching. the edge of his bottom lip feels like a tiny feather, tickling yours.

his breath smells like mint gum, cherry soda, a confession left unsaid.

“you know,” he says. his tone is utterly patronizing. your legs squeeze together as his fingers brush against your cunt, wet and puffy and covered by his favorite little pink panties, adorned with a little bow. “if you want me to fuck you like a slut, you can just ask me.”

and then he squeezes your cheeks and flashes you that charming toothy smile of his, the one that makes his eyes crinkle and his nose all scrunched. you whimper as his hand finds its place on the steering wheel, leaving your pussy untouched, starving.

and then he’s turning the car on, chewing his stale gum and driving away. the radio is loud, but it doesn’t drown out the nervous thump of your heartbeat in your ears.

#my brain is rotting for steve harrington rn i’m sorry #steve harrington smut #steve harrington

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kedreeva · 2 years

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Wait wait wait!! Eddie teaching Steve how to play guitar! That’s it. That’s the prompt. 😘

(My askbox is open for ST prompts!)(Previous Prompts)

You're lucky I like you, because I know nothing about guitars.

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Steve makes a frustrated noise, eyes blurring once again as he stares at the music on the sheet before him. Presumably music. There's lines and dots in a grid and Eddie swears they mean stuff, except that Steve can't keep track of them while looking at them. He's never been good at reading music, and this is completely unfamiliar.

"Here, let me see," Eddie says, pulling the papers back into his lap instead. He draws right over the top of one of the boxes, the neck of the guitar. It's not a great sketch, but it suddenly clicks for Steve what Eddie's been trying to tell him.

"Oh, it's... literal." He turns his attention back to Eddie's guitar in his lap, and glances between the paper and the strings. Carefully, he places his fingers on the strings the dots are on, pressing them to the metal bits. Frets, he thinks he remembers Eddie saying.

"Other way," Eddie says, motioning with one hand.

Steve adjusts, knowing other way means he did it upside down. Again. He drags his other thumb down the strings, and it produces a thrum of notes. They don't sound bad, but he has no idea if they sound right until he glances up to find Eddie smiling.

"You got it. Do you want me to draw on the rest of them?"

Steve looks at the paper. The dots still swim a little when he looks at them, but now that he knows what the fuck he's looking at, he thinks he gets it. "No. What are the x's and o's at the top for again?"

"They tell you what strings to hit and which ones to miss," Eddie answers patiently. "Like this one, you wouldn't touch- uh, the top two. Six and five. Go ahead and try it- do all 6 and then skip the top 2 and see if you can hear the difference."

Steve follows the direction, and the sound does sound different. Higher, maybe. He glances up to find Eddie looking at him again. "So that whole page is just, like, notes?"

"Chords," Eddie says, but shrugs. "But yeah, close enough. It's not like a piano or whatever, where you just press a button."

"Keys," Steve corrects.

That was the deal here; Eddie teaches him guitar, and Steve teaches him piano after. Eddie had taken one look at Steve's mom's baby grand and asked how many lessons Steve had had to take before insisting he teach Eddie.

Eddie rolls his eyes. "I was being facetious. I know they're keys, the point is that you have to pay attention to more than one thing with a guitar."

"Unlike using both hands and a foot for the piano?" Steve asks, and Eddie makes his fair point face.

"Alright, alright, hotshot," Eddie relents. "You think you can figure out the rest of them? Let's see it."

Steve turns his attention back down to the strings, a smile on his lips. He looks between the sheet and the fretboard, positioning his fingers according to the dots.

"Other way," Eddie says with a huge grin, before Steve can pluck the strings.

Steve groans.

#stranger things #steddie #stranger things 4 #stranger things fic #askbox prompts #asks

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bedlamsbard · 1 year

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ooo tea on your no-go tropes if ur comfortable sharing

oh sure they're nothing so weird or specific that it's going to call out one specific fic writer, since it's all stuff that I've seen multiple people write and/or talk and/or speculate about. (and some are holdovers from the comics; comics are hardly immune from me not liking things in them.)

Steve getting de-serumed. This one is a huge absolute no for me, and I'm not sure what about it makes me so uncomfortable, but it just does. It makes me so uncomfortable that I don't want to poke at it to figure out why. I know there was a lot of speculation about this circa CACW, around when the title was released but before there were any details of the movie known (when it was assumed it would be closer to the comics counterpart), and then it came again around IW and Endgame both, something about the idea of like..."both the audience and the in-universe characters need to know that Steve isn't Captain America just because he has the serum!" something about the "he needs to be physically depowered in order to Prove Himself" just rubs me absolutely the wrong way. (I think this is another factor in why the Captain Carter What If timeline bothers me so much, but like. there are multiple factors there. I think I talked once about how I have set points in canon and Steve getting the serum is one of them.) (there is one fic I like where the Avengers got deaged and Steve got shrunk back to pre-serum size, but not de-serumed, that one's fine.)

post-Ragnarok (usually IW/Endgame AUs) fics that have Loki on the Raft -- no-go, makes me super uncomfortable, don't want to read it -- I've read enough of it to know that I don't want to read more and it's just not my thing. fine if people like it, just not for me; not something I want to read, not something I'm ever going to write.

anything that characterizes Loki's adoption as baby-stealing (again, What If is not immune) -- I go on fairly regular rants about this, but I (somewhat unusually) have the background of someone who's done a not-insignificant amount of academic work on infant abandonment in the pre-modern world, so it's something I know a lot about on a legal/cultural level. I sometimes say only semi-facetiously that I got into this fandom because as someone who actually knows about this stuff I have a moral responsibility to write about it in a historically-accurate-inspired manner, except as we all know I have not actually posted the chapter that deals really extensively with it. But it makes me really frustrated that people don't seem to realize this was a historical reality and something that had a lot of laws associated with it, instead of being a freak occurrence that is Obviously Bad.

there are a lot of common tropes about Asgard that just make me insane. a brief survey: feudalism, primogeniture, sexism/misogyny -- like, the standard-issue high fantasy stuff that just gets transferred over without any critical thought. which, if that's what you want to write, fine, I hate it, but that's my problem, not yours, no one's forcing me to read it. people putting racism in Valhalla, hate that one, so much.

anything that uses comics!Natasha's backstory for MCU!Natasha. I realize that ten years ago this seemed a lot more reasonable (Natasha having a version of the super soldier serum, being extremely long-lived, etc.), but really from TWS onwards it should have been obvious that that was not the backstory that the MCU was using, and if you are still using that as a writer in 2022 I am judging you. like, I try not to judge people too much in terms of like. ignoring canon, but I literally can't read anything that still uses 2012 base assumptions. (this is hypocritical for me on several levels, though it's also one of the reasons I had to get out of Star Wars, but hey, brains aren't rational. it's one of the casualties of me coming back into the fandom late. it probably would not be a problem for me if I'd stuck around. I'd probably have the same problem I have in Star Wars.)

on a related note, one of my MCU NOTPs is BuckyNat and part of that is because so much of it depends on transferring comics!Natasha's backstory over to MCU!Natasha. they have only interacted twice in canon and both times they were trying to kill each other. every other time they have been in the same scene one or the other of them was interacting with Steve, not each other. like, the heart wants what it wants, shipping is shipping, but treating it as canon-established (which many, many people do in and out of fic fandom, I'm in non-fic fandom circles and people talk about it there as if it's something onscreen) is absurd to me and I'm just ????? to the extent that now I hate it. but no one is forcing me to read it, the heart wants the heart wants, I obviously ship something else so I'm not objective there -- it's just another no-go for me.

comics transference in general. this is going to sound weird, because obviously the MCU is an adaptation of the comic books, but at fourteen years in it should be obvious that you cannot uncritically transfer things over wholesale, especially when it comes to established characters, especially if it outright contradicts canon. I can't read comics!Clint characterization in MCU fic. that ship sailed in 2015 -- honestly, it sailed in 2012, but whatever; we have established that people saw a different movie in 2012 than the one that's on the screen. by the way, the actual MCU is not immune to this; it is at its absolute weakest when it just transfers things over from the comics and expects them to work. they don't. because the MCU ain't the comics. (the worst offender is the Loki ep "Journey Into Mystery" but it is not alone.)

just various characterization tendencies that I see in fandom -- characterization is actually the number one reason I don't usually read fic in my writing fandoms, because we all see characters differently and it's one of the very few things that will make me start doubting my own writing. or just making me angry. (I actually have a very short temper, I hate so many things, I just don't talk about them on main.) I know my characterization does not fly for a lot of people (though unlike in Star Wars, MCU readers don't tell me about it, but I know it has to be true because I've been in fandom for two decades), so again, it is what it is. I know how to click a back button.

there are so many ships I either outright hate or just dislike, but I tend to OTP pretty hardcore once I get there and no one is forcing me to read them. it just gets frustrating sometimes when the ships I dislike are the most common ships for the characters I also write and/or ship with other people. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ but then I also can't really read fic for my own ships because uuuuuuuhhhhhhh the characterization is Wrong. not wrong, just Wrong for me personally. which is why I by and large don't read in my writing fandoms.

Steve Rogers is all hard edges. stop softening him. what the fuck.

#unfortunately (or fortunately if that's what you wanted) you set me off #these are all things I have seen multiple people do! this is not a callout of anyone specific!#I would not do that on main #I do that like the gods intended: in a private groupchat with close friends #hello I hate so many things!#which is why I write my own fanfic catered for my own tastes #except for the bits I cut out because I'm worried about getting harassed about them #maybe I'll put the stevenat back into yonder one of these days #siarrawrites #bedlam replies #bedlam watches the mcu

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beenherewaytoolong · 1 year

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Here a day late and all that. Please enjoy day One of Steddie Week:

“We’re gonna Need a Better Book”

Cw: some swear words, uh, spoilers for Twilight?, biting but it’s playful, idk? Let me know if I missed something.

“I fucking hate these books.” Eddie smacked down a thick paperback on the counter, breezing past his husband, snatching an apple, and biting into it angrily.

“Then stop reading them.” Steve quipped back.

“Stop reading them? The new one comes out in a week, and he says stop reading them.”

“If they really make you that upset, I’m sure Bug will under–”

“Stevie. It’s like you’ve never met him.” Both men turned toward the third voice, Steve staring over the top of his glasses.

“First of all only one person gets to call me Stevie and he’s wearing my ring. Second–what are you talking about?”

“No, don’t ask for an explain–”

Dustin raised his hand and Eddie shook his head. “I’m taking a nap.”

“Eddie quitting a book series before finishing it. That’s not a thing he does. And he’s being facetious, or trying to look cool, which is a fool’s errand in this company.”

“What are you–”

“More specifically, he made a promise, and Eddie doesn’t break promises, least of all ones he’s made to overenthusiastic children.”

“Overenthusiastic children you created, Dusty-bun.”

“Unfortunately, sweetheart, Henderson is correct. There’s no way I’m giving up before the book release this weekend, whether Bug would forgive me or not.”

“And my overenthusiastic child is being raised by a village of overenthusiastic people, two of whom stand before me this very moment.”

“I was really hoping you’d grow out of this by now.”

“Which part?”

“The–” Steve gestured vaguely “Castle speech crap you’re always doing.”

“Oh, no. No no. Not when there’s a point to be made.”

“Well, will you get to it? I’ve got dinner to cook.”

“Fine. Eddie very clearly doesn’t hate the book series, as you would know if you’d open those owly eyes of yours.”

“Again with the glasses.”

Dustin crossed to the kitchen and picked up Eddie’s previously discarded book. “Observe. Eddie Munson’s personal copy of Twilight. Cracked spine, dogeared pages.” He flipped through to a dramatically marked up page and held the book up to show Steve. “Annotated, even.” Eddie sat grinning, wordlessly tossing his uneaten apple from one hand to the other.

“Annotations don’t mean he’s enjoying it–he brings me stuff all the time just to tell me how dumb or bad it is.”

“Yeah, and always from a place of loving the material and wanting it to be better.”

“Jeez Steve, do you even know me?” Steve put his hands on his hips and raised his eyebrow, earning him a full, head thrown back, hand on stomach laugh from his husband.

“Fine, then why’d you throw such a beloved book across the room?”

Dustin thumbed through and let the book fall open on the counter, jabbing it with one finger and shouting. “Ha. It’s the romance! I would have bet money on the ‘actually those are shape shifters, not werewolves’ but it’s the romance!” Eddie rolled his eyes, and pulled the book back towards him.

“Yeah Sherlock you found me out. Besides the fact that this lady thinks, given unlimited resources and no legal ramification, that anyone would choose to drive a freakin Volvo, even to ‘blend in’, this book has a serious problem with pining.” Steve peeked over Dustin’s shoulder at the page he’d jabbed like it unlocked a secret, and saw Eddie’s loopy scrawl all over it. “It is so painfully obvious that this woman has never had to long for anyone in her life. Like, imagine.” Eddie framed an invisible rectangle in the air. “You want someone so bad that being away from them literally, physically hurts. Like you can’t even breathe near them for fear of going apeshit on their blood supply because they smell that good. I mean, this guy has spent decades waiting for someone to share his admittedly miserable life with, and we’re supposed to believe he has the restraint to walk away from her and what, eat a bear about it? No, man, if I was that inextricably attracted to someone, but loving them would kill them? Or even, like, hurt them? Forget it. Donezo. I’m not going to try and switch classes. I barely have that kind of restraint now let alone when I was seventeen.”

“So, what would you do, Eds, just kill everyone in the chem lab and blow your family secret? Your own secret?”

Eddie snorted. “No, that’s insane. I’d leave.”

“He does leave!” Dustin argued.

“No, he goes on a camping trip in the nearby woods. I’d be outta Forks, outta Washington, outta North America. Like I know it’s not a popular opinion or whatever, but I think the best thing he ever does for her is peace out, the problem is he waits way too long.”

“But if he left there’d be no book, Edward.” Dustin froze in realization. “Oh my god is that why you’re taking this so personally?”

“No! Jesus. I know I’m dramatic but give me a little more credit than that.” Eddie looked over at Steve. “I already told you why, anyways. She gets longing all wrong.”

“Oh my god you know you two are married, right?” Dustin groaned.

“Shut up, Henderson” Steve shoved him before turning back to the stove.

“You honest to god just blushed. You guys share a bed.”

“Yeah we do!” Eddie held his hand up for a high five and Steve returned the gesture, albeit while shaking his head.

“Eddie is full of shit anyway. There’s no way he’d resist sinking his teeth into someone he wanted that badly.”

“Is that so, Mr. Munson?” Eddie stood and slid around the island, sneaking behind Steve as he chopped up vegetables.

“Ew not around the food.”

“Eddie!” Steve yelped when he turned and bumped right into his husband, who was doing his best awful Dracula impression; shoulders hunched and mouth wide open to show his teeth while he hissed at the garlic on the counter. “Now you’re mixing your lore, that’s just lazy.” Steve waved a spatula at him. “Out, child of the night.”

“I can’t believe I’m the least nerdy person in the room right now.” Dustin ducked out of the way and plopped into a kitchen chair as Eddie lunged for Steve’s neck.

“Ahhhhh! No! You’ve got me!” Steve put up absolutely no fight as Eddie’s play-biting turned to a loving nibble. “Oh, no, now we’ve got to spend eternity together.” He wrapped his arms around Eddie’s waist and rested his own teeth on his shoulder.

“Fine,” Eddie responded, “But we’re gonna need something new to read.”

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #Dustin Henderson #despite the late hour this does not have any unsavory content #vaguely off brand for me except that there’s Twilight jokes so #steddieweek2023 #day one #my writing

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impostoradult · 3 years

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This is time that was allotted to these storylines by canon, offering an expectation of meaning and importance, offering what results in a promise—not time the fans imagined or made up, not something they feel nebulously entitled to, but time they spent on plots the canon gave to them. (Cas means something to Dean after all these years and a love confession. Bucky means something to Steve after all these years and a snap. Jaime’s project of growth and his meaningful relationship with Brienne is something worth investing in.) But instead of saying, yes, you spent all this time watching these scenes, feeling these moments, taking this in—you grew with this character, with these relationships (grew in many cases away from the set starting point)—here is your promised meaning, again and again, these properties snatch the rug away and then pretend blithely they cannot understand why “entitled fans” are so upset.

I’ve been meaning to write my version of this argument for a while now, and I suppose this article is just as good a reason as any.

My thesis, in short, is that lack of queer representation actually isn’t what is creating ~the problem~ here. What’s creating the problem is the overriding power of heteronormativity as a kind of ‘trump’ story logic that is allowed to steamroller everything else into oblivion. (And yes, there actually is a substantial difference between those two things)

Sub-thesis 1: Representation Actually Isn’t A Strong Argument for Destiel (or any particular ship/character)

Controversial, I know. The representation argument (while an extremely valid argument as applies to popular culture in general) is actually not a very good argument when it comes to why Dean should be explicitly queer and Destiel should have been consummated.

For one, there’s no reason -- exclusively from the standpoint that it is a moral imperative that queer people are represented in media -- why any particular character or set of characters should be that representation. The ethical cultural mandate to represent marginalized groups does not mandate that any one character or set of characters in any particular given story be that representation*. Yes, even if you as a member of that marginalized group happen to identify with that character. Even then, it isn’t OWED to you. (I think writers should take those trends of identification seriously, and think about what it means to marginalized groups, and act accordingly. But I don’t think it creates an OBLIGATION)

*I’d argue the primary caveat to this would be in stories where the character’s situation or arc is directly related to struggles experienced by that marginalized group (i.e., casting mostly white actors in stories where those characters are experiencing racial oppression)

For another, if representation of queer characters were primarily dictated by fandoms, 90% of queer characters in media would be white, conventionally attractive men. (That might be overstating it a bit, but fandoms have serious biases when it comes to shipping and what kind of characters they latch onto for queer interpretation, and that’s one of the reasons I’m grateful queer representation is not primarily linked to our tastes/preferences).

The representation argument is a very valid argument when examining popular culture as whole, and when looking at broader trends for example, within a genre, or a whole network. But no particular TV show is obligated to make particular characters within it queer just because representation is a moral imperative as a broader cultural issue.

Sub-Thesis 2: Heteronormativity Creates Stupid/Badly Constructed Stories

The actual problem here is how heteronormativity creates a kind of trump logic that overrides coherent storytelling.

I’m not upset about what happened on Supernatural because I think we missed out on representation. There is actually plenty of ~better~ representation elsewhere, and there will continue to be more as time goes on. The representation issue is peripheral at best when it comes to analyzing what went ‘wrong’ with Supernatural.

The key issue here is that stories need to make sense, not just in terms of plot (although that matters), but in terms of character growth, emotional arcs, etc. The ending of Supernatural is bad because it treated massive pieces of character growth and one of the most significant emotional arcs of the whole show as if it was ultimately inconsequential -- which is bad storytelling and doesn’t make sense.

And YES, we are ‘owed’ stories that make sense. It’s not entitled to want a story to be coherent, because coherence is what makes a story a story, and not just a series of random meaninglessly assembled plot points/fictional anecdotes.

The problem is, Hollywood writers keep writing themselves into situations where emotional coherence basically requires an explicitly queer dynamic (or at least a strongly subtextual one), and then just being like...but these characters aren’t queer so we can’t do that. Instead, let’s end Steve’s arc by sending him back in time to live a heterosexual life with Peggy, disregarding the HUGELY significant plot points related to Steve/Bucky which grounded multiple entire movies within the MCU (Winter Solider, Civil War). Let’s end Sherlock by inventing a random, long-lost Holmes sister never remotely hinted at or foreshadowed and make that incomprehensible plot point the finale, when the entire series has been grounded in John and Sherlock’s relationship.

Let’s make it canonically clear Cas’s love for Dean is the one single act of pure free will in a world with a malevolent God trying to manipulate everyone’s lives for his own amusement, and that Cas’s love for Dean is the only thing keeping the primary story-universe of Supernatural intact, because every other version of Sam and Dean in every other universe kill each other as God intended. Let’s make it clear that Cas’s betrayal of heaven due to his love for Dean is literally propping up their entire universe, but then end the story by pretending like it’s not that important after all. Castiel who?

And it’s just like...THAT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE! It doesn’t make fucking sense. It’s bad writing. So why would you do it? (I mean, I being a bit facetious here. I know exactly why. Because the precious feelings of homophobes will be hurt, and companies don’t want to lose out on their money)

It’s not entitled to want a story to make sense. It’s not entitled to want major plot points and character arcs and emotional dynamics to have resolutions that follow from what came before in the story.

And I’m sorry, but you are a ridiculous person if you watched Dean grieve Castiel’s ostensible deaths in s7 and s13 (both times becoming nearly catatonic, nihilistic, more self-destructive than usual, and borderline suicidal over losing Cas) and try to argue to me that his shrug-it-off attitude towards Cas’s death/loss in the finale makes any goddamn sense at all.

It is utterly inconsistent with everything that has happened before in Supernatural regarding Dean and Castiel’s relationship. It’s incomprehensibly incoherent and just stupid. (And that is just the absolute tip of the incoherence iceberg because to fully explain why the ending of Supernatural re: Destiel doesn’t make sense we’d have to review over 300 episode’s worth of content, and there isn’t time for that)

I’m just so sick and so tired of being asked to pretend to be stupid because you know, man, heterosexuality. They’re not gay!!1!

The exhaustion I feel, as a queer viewer, in fact is not borne out of lack of representation. The representation issue is very much on an upward trajectory and I’m not worried about the future of TV not being queer enough. I’m not.

The exhaustion and frustration and anger I feel as a queer viewer is borne of having to repeatedly watch stupid endings to good stories because the story can only make sense if you make it queer (you cowards). I’m tired of being asked to develop dumb amnesia disease in order to consume endings to stories that had to blow everything up at the end to (re)enforce a heterosexuality that can only stand on a foundation of utter incoherence and contradiction to monumental things that came before it.

I am JUST SO TIRED of being asked to sacrifice my intelligence, my basic logic and critical thinking skills, and my ability to remember basic narrative beats at the alter of almighty Heterosexuality, supreme ruler of all cultural output and destroyer of good queer things.

Heterosexuality isn’t owed my stupidity, and I’m not entitled for wanting stories to make sense. YOU are entitled for demanding my stupidity when you wrote that dumb shit and expected me to act like it wasn’t dumb simply because it was heterosexual.

No, the heterosexuality is exactly the reason it IS dumb.

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Silver Lining - Two

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Crows cawing, your eyes open just enough to hazily make out the all too familiar color of your room.

“Early bird gets the worm, you know,” a familiar voice murmurs. Pushing off the wall to your right, your body slides diagonally over your bed, your head dangling off the side. Upside down, Cheryl is slumped against your door frame, arms and legs crossed. Brazen as usual, just the way you loved her. You held your own in most regards but Cheryl was always there when you least expected it and needed her most. You swear there were a halo atop that adorable shaggy blonde head of hers. And not one of those tacky event items either.

“Like I’d get anything any time of day with all the birds around here.” A tickling squeeze builds in your abdomen, branching up your neck to your cheeks which now had a telling pink glow.

“So you gonna talk to old lover boy yet or what?”

You jolt forward and whip around fast enough to make any killer miss a swing. Your response is unnecessary as she’s already smirking devilishly, aware of what she’s doing. She might have been your closest friend but that did not stop her from tormenting you, or anyone else that crossed her path. All in good fun and love, of course. It went without saying that you enjoyed it and she knew when it was, rarely, time to pack it up.

Raising her eyebrows, she leans back and throws her hands up. “I’m just saying, if you don’t, you might lose your chance. That’s all I’m saying,” quieter now.

You sighed. She was right. You weren’t the only one who took a liking to Leon. But, unlike you, Yun-Jin did not hide her feelings, from anyone for any reason, ever. Of course, everyone thought he was charismatic and most, undeniably handsome. That was common knowledge. You ran out of things to talk about in a place like this, and secrets were few and far between. There was no reason to hide here. This was your foreseeable future, together. There was no getting out, no changing things. Being open and sharing everything together made your day to day bearable. The connections you lost in your old lives left gaping holes, but together as one tightly knit, weird, fucked up family, you helped fill the voids. Some took longer than others to accept that fate, and there were some inevitable hiccups, but everyone came around eventually.

Anyone who wasn’t blind could see the attraction Yun-Jin had for the newest addition to your group. Placing her hands on him in conversation whenever she got the chance, laughing a little too hard at the things he said, biting her bottom lip and smiling at him when he talked. You’d even caught her pecking his cheek playfully here and there. He’d always smile and look away, as if it were a game. Leon always had a sultry attitude to him, a ladies' man no doubt. Subtly flirting with everyone was just commonplace for him. That was part of the reason you held back. Fearing you missed your chance and someone else had filled the role you longed to be in. Maybe it was your fear of rejection or abandonment, or not wanting to lose something this important in a world as cruel and bare this. You were subconsciously working hard to convince him you were only a friend. Which you were, definitely friends. Close even, given the circumstances. Trauma bonding does one hell of a number to the timeline of friendship. Still, you sensed zero difference in his behavior toward you versus the others. Which, admittedly, was quite the letdown. Nonetheless, you had nothing to lose by casually admitting your feelings for him. Keep it light and airy and there would be no reason for things to change on the chance he didn’t feel the same. After all, you surely weren’t the only one with a harmless little crush. That’s all it was. Right? So what if you constantly day-dream about him holding you so close he might consume you, kissing you with four times the passion the Notebook tried to capture, never leaving your side regardless of what the future held. His taste, his smell… what his cock would feel like ramming into your cervix. Your brain was one giant knot, constantly distracting you and there wasn’t a single thing you could do about it. Except tell him, but keep it simple.

By your calculations, it was November 18th. You’d been keeping track, not sure if it made things better or worse. Your third anniversary in this place was not far off. Despite being a literal nightmare, it had its perks. Your need for food was no more, as well as your other bodily needs. Sickness was a quickly forgotten annoyance of the past. You stayed in this eerily perfect state. Makeup never crusty, hair never oily and always smelling of your favorite fruit. The dirt and blood you’d acquire during trials magically disappeared upon return. You had a handful of outfits to rotate but there was no real need. Another upside, there were no severe temperatures here. Jackets, shorts, sandals, snow boots if you were Nea. You were always mostly comfortable. Even on Ormond where snow blanketed the ground, those gusts of wind should have sent chills right through you, but they didn’t. It felt like living in a dream or a, simulation. Just, where you’re hunted all day and night for the rest of your existence. At least death wasn’t permanent. Sometimes you’d wish it was, just to escape.

Several months have passed since Leon and Jill were introduced to your world. You had inside jokes and more close calls than you could both count. You were a damn good team and got along smoother than melted butter. What were you waiting for? You inhaled sharply and broke your stare out the window.

“I’m gonna do it.”

To no avail, your deep breaths failed to remedy the painful pounding in your chest, or the heat radiating from your face. Nevertheless, you marched out to the campfire to seek out Yun-Jin. As selfish as you wanted to be with Leon, she was your friend, and you held that in high regard. She was easy to spot in a crowd given her loud attire, but wasn’t around the fire. Which lead to your next realization; neither was Leon. Your throat tightened, heart still pounding. You set off a little too quickly to find her, or them. First stop was Ace’s shack. Judging based on appearances, you figured he would be one of the last people she associated with. Quite the opposite, they were dear friends. Not connected at the hip per se, like her and Claudette, but they related to one another's childhoods. Trauma bonding, can't beat it. To your dismay, the shack was empty, a seed of despair planting in your stomach. Maintaining the most convincing composure you could, you continue your search. Heading left down the line of shacks, robust laughter grows closer. You’d know that laugh anywhere. Cutting through the row, David and Felix are reclined under a tree. They were one of the few monogamous couples among you. The others being Nancy and Steve, and Adam and Zarina. You understood the allure of being romantically involved with more than one person, especially given your less-than-ideal situation, but it wasn’t for you.

“Hi y/n!” Felix shouted toward you.

Not wanting to stop and chat given your current objective, you flashed a cheeky smile and waved to them. Before they could get another word out, you dipped back behind the row of houses. Nerves getting the best of you, you parted your lips to breathe through your mouth. Every breath burned your lungs, realizing now all the times you brushed off your feelings have come back to haunt you. You should never have waited this long. At this point you would be more than willing, desperate, to share Leon. Refusing to let your anxiety get the best of you, you ball your fists and dig your nails into your palms to get a grip on yourself. There was one more place they could possibly be. A sliver of premature acceptance wedged itself into your train of thought as you trudged toward your own shack. Leon’s was adjacent to yours. Feeling foolish for not checking earlier, you round the corner to the opening. As much as you wish you could close your eyes, they were pinned open with anticipation. Looking up from your feet you were shocked to see an empty room before you. Relief and confusion replace your foreboding. Too much time had already been wasted, so you return to the campfire.

“Hey, have you seen Leon or Yun-Jin anywhere?” you, as calmly as possible, ask Élodie.

“They got pulled a little bit ago babe.” She was intently focused on Jane, her concentration not broken. “Which do you like more, up or down?” her gaze still fixated on Jane.

You have to either keep the courage you finally mustered until they get back or give yourself emotional whiplash by releasing until they do. You hesitate for a moment, but to hide your disappointment you quickly retort, “Up, definitely up. Gotta distract the killer with that beautiful face you know?”

“Like they're looking at her face and not that dumptruck ass!” Élodie howls. Jane facetiously puts her fingertips to her chin and looks upward, a façade of innocence no one here would ever buy. You can't help but giggle despite your inner turmoil.

“Well hey,” you add through chuckles, “when they're back can you please send her my way?”

“Sure thing babe,” Élodie assures, finally turning to meet your gaze.

A horrible nauseating mix of dismal, relieving, lewd thoughts of Leon swirl in your mind as you wait for Yun-Jin to step into the doorway. You knew you liked him but holy shit, where did this come from? The realization slapped you in the face. Try to blame infatuation all you want, not that you did, but it was so painfully evident now you were dumbfounded.

A soft knock jerked you out of your thoughts. “Hiya y/n, what's going on?”

Her delicate eyes effortlessly comforted you from across the room.

“I...” your eyes now glued to the floor beneath your feet, a reservoir of tears barely being held back, “I need to know how you feel about Leon.” Your nerves went haywire just uttering his name to her. An icy splash of chills surged from your head to your feet as your chest panged with dread.

“Well of course I like him,” her brow furrowed ever so slightly.

All that could escape your mouth was, “Oh.” Emptiness, despair replacing the jealous unease you felt before. Tears streamed down your cheeks uncontrollably, feelings that danced around menacingly finally coming to a head.

At the sight of your distress, she rushed to sit next to you. “Honey, what’s going on?” her voice barely above a whisper.

You were ashamed for breaking down in front of her, afraid of guilting her for something that was not her fault, and now terrified Leon might follow her here, only to find you undone over him. You jerk your head up to face her and blurt out, “Jinny I think I love him,” face sopping wet with untouched tears.

She raises her eyebrows and smiles at you. “Honey I have fun toying with him all in good nature but there’s no connection there.” Your heart thuds against your ribcage. “Sure, I’ll admit he’s attractive, who wouldn’t, but I have nowhere near the same feelings for him that you evidently do.” She uses both hands to cup your face and pushes as much wetness as she can aside with her thumbs. “Why didn’t you say something sooner? Not only to me but to him!” Despite being similar in age, she feels like a mother to you. Caring for a child, your own or not, will do that to you. That’s not a trait you lose over time.

“I’m so afraid,” you softly whimper, “of what he would say, what you would say.” You're picking at your cuticles, a habit you acquired during puberty as an outlet for your overwhelming feelings.

She wraps her arms around you, carefully as to not tarnish her jacket with tears, which would definitely stain the material. “I was just having a little fun, and from what I’ve gathered, he was more so allowing it than participating. You know I love you all to death but I’m not looking for anything like that, definitely not here.” She gives you a squeeze, and suddenly you can breathe again, the air around you no longer dense and difficult to swallow. “Honey, go get him.”

“Oh Jesus, let me fix myself a little first at least,” the sudden relief causing you to laugh involuntarily.

You were grateful disease and ailments didn’t exist outside of the trials, if they had you're sure you would've had an aneurysm from the stress you went through in a matter of an hour. Yun-Jin left you to your thoughts, which were now solely you and Leon together, doing anything and everything you could think of. The rest of the day you contemplated telling him, more so, how to. Thankfully you didn’t have any trials together, you were far too disorganized for that right now. “Tomorrow,” you promise yourself. Nothing like a clear head and a night’s rest to help you be your most collected, confident self.

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Curious but, perhaps new Vegas Companions reacting to The courier and their “attempts for the blue star treasure” as the courier call it but no it’s obviously an addition to the sodas in the wasteland.

The courier popped the cap off the bottle, flicked it aside with their finger and drank deeply, finishing the swallow off with a theatrical sigh. "So there I am in Primm, and I've just finished breaking Deputy Beagle out of his bind with the convicts in the Bison Steve Hotel, and he insists on throwing a party at the Vikki & Vance to celebrate. Ruby, gem that she is, hands me a bottle of this stuff and plays it coy about the taste, so I crack it open and there's a blue star underneath the cap. Never seen that before, or at least I don't remember seeing it before, but this guy next to us at the bar gets all excited. Says his name is Malcolm, used to collect the caps with stars, something about a secret, pre-war treasure... sounded like a lure for suckers, but then I come across these two dead travelers outside Nipton that look like they died in a scuffle over the damn things."

They gestured at the full crate of Sunset Sarsaparilla on the counter of the 188 Slop & Shop, which they had just shelled out 100 caps for. "Anyways, now I pick it up whenever I run into it. The Sierra Madre might be a myth, but with stuff like this, you never know. Right?"

Arcade Gannon: Arcade rolled his eyes. "Just what we need. Another reason for someone to track us down and try to kill us."

"Would I ever put you in danger?" the courier asked, rather facetiously.

Arcade pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just promise me we aren't going to get shot over collectibles, and I won't say another word."

"I... cannot promise that."

"Okay." Arcade plucked a bottle of sarsaparilla from the crate and scanned its label. "Carbonated water... well, not anymore... pure cane sugar, of course... yadda yadda yadda... oh, and criminal amounts of safrole. You should not be drinking this."

The courier shrugged. "I've had worse."

Arcade shook the bottle at them. "This will give you cancer."

"Arcade, I've been shot in the head."

"Which explains why you're still drinking it." Arcade tried to grab the open sarsaparilla away from the courier, but they pulled back out of his reach and playfully squared up. "Fine!" he said, throwing his hands up and walking away from the bar.

Craig Boone: Boone watched the courier for a minute, observing the way they were drinking the soda with excessive relish. Finally, he eased a bottle out of the crate and held it up to the sunlight. The courier eyed him suspiciously as he examined it, and they made a small noise of reproach when he twisted its top off.

"No star," he said, holding the cap up so they could see.

As he had expected, the courier barely glanced at the bottlecap and instead focused on the soda itself, which was fizzing slightly. Boone tilted the bottle to and fro, watching with amusement as their eyes followed its path.

When he finally took a sip, the courier groaned and went back to their own bottle.

Lily Bowen: "But dearie, that much soda will rot your teeth!" Lily protested. "Grandma hasn't been able to find you a new toothbrush yet. Why not take the soda home and save it for a special occasion?"

The courier held their bottle of sarsaparilla up in a toast. "Lily, with you, every occasion is special."

"Aww, pumpkin." Lily blushed and squeezed herself onto a stool. "That's very sweet of you. But only two bottles before we move on, okay? We take the rest home."

In response, the courier pulled another bottle out of the crate and slid it over to the super mutant. "Make it three, and you can have this one."

"Dearie, you know I'm watching my figure!"

The courier laughed. "I know, I know. We'll work it off. Go on, all yours."

"Hmmph." Lily picked up the bottle and turned it around, examining the label. "Like nightkin and Stealth Boys, you are."

She twisted the top off, and the two made noises of pleasant surprise at the discovery of a blue star on the bottom of the cap.

Raul Alfonso Tejada: "You've got to be careful with that stuff, boss," Raul opined, sliding onto an empty stool and eyeing the crate suspiciously.

"What, because of the treasure hunters?"

"Ay, no." The ghoul shook his head. "El refresco. Don't know what they put in it, but half the continent used to drink it. That stuff spread faster than Nuka-Cola, and Nuka-Cola knew it. Tried to buy Sunset, then when that didn't work, they tried to make their own version."

The courier perked up at that. "Nuka-Cola made sarsaparilla? I've never seen it."

"Me neither, but I've heard tell it's out there." Raul sighed and leaned over the counter, arms crossed. "Nuka-Buzz, or something? No, no, it'll come to me... Wild. Nuka-Cola Wild."

"Huh." The courier took another swig of the soda, clearly trying to cover up their sudden interest. "Know where I might get some?"

"Nah." Raul looked at them sideways. "But you're not gonna find any star caps on them anyway, right?"

"Oh yeah. Right."

"Híjole, Six. You've got a problem."

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: "Uh, no? No, I know exactly what's up with stuff like this." Cass put her hands on her hips and glared at the courier. "Sam and Michelle just took you for a ride on those things, that's what's up. How many're in there, 24 bottles? Fewer at the rate you're suckin' 'em down, but 100 caps for 24 bottles is downright criminal. Over four caps per head, and you're not even getting a decent return of 24 caps if you're saving the ones with little blue stars on them! But let's be honest here, Six."

The courier threw a hand out in defensive exasperation. "I am being honest, Cass! It's for a-"

"Mmm, uh-uh." Cass shook her head violently and crossed her arms. "You're not that stupid, you have decent enough business sense from what I've seen. What you've got going is the same song and dance I do when the bartender's pouring generous rounds. Just own it, Six."

"Oh come on, that's not the same-"

"I don't wanna hear it." Cass hopped onto a stool and shoved the crate of soda as far away from her as she could get it. "Sam, get back here and bring me a glass of something that'll put me in a more forgiving mood. On their tab."

Veronica Santangelo: "Wrong." Veronica sighed and sat down next to the courier. "You know how far we are from the Strip?"

"Not really?"

"Give or take a few, 26 miles." The Scribe frowned. "Meaning, if you want to drag that crate home with you, we have to carry it 26 miles through the desert, protecting it from cazadores, coyotes, Fiends, and if your story's at all true, rabid treasure hunters. I don't know about you, but I'm not about to risk my life for a box of flat sarsaparilla."

"But it's not flat." The courier handed her their drink to inspect. "Not completely. I don't know where Michelle dug it up, but she found a good batch."

"I don't know," Veronica replied, peering down the bottle's neck. "Can't really tell without getting a better look. What if I..."

She made as if to pour the soda out onto the ground, and the courier squeaked and tried to grab it back. Veronica held it out of their reach and smirked. "So it's not really about the caps, is it? Because if it was, we could just empty these all and save ourselves the trouble of hauling it."

"Veronica, please."

"Fine." Veronica handed the drink back. "But I want three bottles for myself. You can keep the caps."

ED-E: ED-E beeped in general agreement with the courier's story and accepted the new load, lowering itself slightly so they could pack up the bottles. By the time the courier was done, the bottle they had been drinking was empty. With a shrug, the courier pocketed the cap- starless, ED-E noted- and plucked another from the crate, causing the eyebot to bob and adjust.

Rex: The cyberdog sniffed the bottle the courier offered them and sneezed, narrowly missing the contents. They snatched it back with a chuckle and went on drinking. Rex curled up at the base of their stool, yawned, and went to sleep. By the time he woke up again, the crate was down to 20 full bottles, and the courier was giggly from the pre-war sugar.

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i like you (more than i thought i would) (rewrite)

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pairing: robin buckley x reader

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warnings: mostly fluff and being a gay mess

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“If you think I'm believing a single thing you just said to me, you're out of your mind.”

She said, shaking her head at the taller boy as she wiped the counter.

"I'm telling the truth!” He persisted, glancing around the room before leaning closer to her to whisper, "you know, she's gay too."

She only rolled her eyes in response, turning away from him to start sorting the returned vcr's that had come in.

It hadn’t been the first time Steve had tried to play a prank on her, and she was smart enough to know when she was being played with.

"Yeah, okay, dingus."

He huffs when she dismisses him again, throwing an old receipt that was laying around on the counter at her, sticking his tongue out like a child.

"Believe it or not, Buckley, it's true. My sister - my twin sister - is coming to have lunch with me today."

"I guess I'll believe it when I see it."

Even though she told him that she didn't believe him earlier that morning that he had a sister (a twin sister to be more exact), Robin had been on the lookout for the other Harrington sibling.

If she even did exist.

Imagining a more feminine version of Steve, she had to wonder if you two shared the same personality. If you were just as confident and outspoken as your counterpart, or if you were the complete opposite.

She didn't really know what to expect, but when the time finally came and you walked through the door, all expectations Robin had flown out the window.

While Steve's style was more casual with his plain t-shirts, light-washed denim jeans and thin bomber jacket (Robin swore she'd never seen him wear any other jacket) - you on the other hand, were the complete opposite of your brother.

There you were, wearing a black t-shirt with some rock band that Robin had never heard of before, paired with black jeans that were ripped at the knees. The worn leather jacket around your shoulders making you look so out of place, yet the air of confidence you had around you made it feel like you owned the place.

The similarities were there, it wasn't hard to see that you two were clearly siblings, but that didn't stop Robin from glancing back and forth between the two of you.

“You ready for lunch, Steve?” You questioned, pushing the sunglasses currently resting on your nose up to your hair as you walked to the counter where Steve and Robin currently were. ”I’m not waiting all day for you."

Your older brother tutted and shook his head, and Robin could only stand there in shock because no way were you two related.

Absolutely no way.

"I'm still older than you, Y/N/N," He chided you playfully, before turning to face her. "By the way, this is the Robin I was telling you about.”

You turned your gaze to her direction and nodded your head in acknowledgement of Robin’s presence. She said nothing as you rested your forearms on the counter, the action alone making her cheeks heat up because how can one sibling be so smooth and the other so hopeless?

Also, Steve had told you about her?

“First of all, you’re only older by 20 minutes,” You retorted, narrowing your eyes facetiously at your older brother.

"And secondly," You begin, turning your attention back to Robin (who at this point was still standing there with her jaw lax at the interactions between the two of you). "It's nice to meet you."

If you were shocked by Robin suddenly grabbing Steve by the arm and saying yeah, wow, okay, Steve can I talk to you for a second? you didn't show it, allowing your brother to be dragged away to what you assumed was the back room.

"That's your sister?"

Steve had the audacity to look smug, and if it wasn't for her having a mental panic she would've punched him in the arm to get rid of the smirk on his face.

"I told you she was real."

She could only huff in retaliation. He was right. He did tell her that you were real, but he forgot to mention just how much of a character you were.

Besides, wouldn't it be a little weird to be attracted to her co-worker/friend’s younger sister?

"Fine, she is real, but you didn't tell me she was--"

"The complete opposite of me?" The taller boy teased, thoroughly enjoying watching this flustered side of Robin come to light. "Wouldn’t have guessed that bad girls were your type, Robin."

If Robin wasn’t red before, she definitely was now.

"It’s not my fault your sister is hotter and has more game than you do, Harrington.”

Robin followed Steve back out to the front, still obviously flustered that Steve had easily called her out on her visible attraction towards you.

Unknowingly to her, the taller boy already had something planned up his sleeves.

“I’m ready to go for lunch, but I just have one question for you, Y/N/N," He says, clapping his hands together as he approached you.

"Are you free on Saturday?”

Robin watches you look up from where you had been sitting, eyebrows furrowing in question.

“Yeah, I guess? I’m going to be in town for a little while. Why?”

Instead of answering your question, Steve nodded before facing her, that annoying, knowing smirk back on his face.

"What about you, Robin?"

“Yeah?"

The two of you could only watch as Steve grinned, the expression on his face only making you more confused while Robin felt the heat in her cheeks rise once again as he made eye contact with her.

"Perfect! Unfortunately, I have a shift on Saturday, but you two have fun on your date.”

“Date?”

She expected you to refuse, after all, who accepts to go on a date with someone you've never met before?

She expected you to roll your eyes and berate your brother, Robin already imagining how you would tell Steve to stop playing around, I came here so we could get food.

Honestly, she expected you to do anything other than say yes.

But when you only shrug your shoulders, and turn to face Robin, you surprise both her and your brother by tilting your head to the side and smiling.

“I've never turned down a date with a pretty girl," You say, with a grin that could rival the sun (but Robin thinks she's a little biased when she thinks that). "What do you say, Robin?”

She looked at Steve (who merely winked at her, and she knows that he's deliberately playing match maker) before back to you.

It didn’t help that you weren’t bad to look at, scratch that, Robin knew she was attracted to you the moment you walked into the store.

One date couldn’t hurt right?

"I guess it's a date.”

I'm going to kill Steve.

She doesn't normally wake up with murder on her mind, but the fact that your date was only a few hours away, she couldn't help but blame the nerves on the person who had set up the whole thing.

As much as she wanted to call you throughout the week and cancel the date, very much regretting the fact that she agreed to this date without a second thought, she knew that Steve would talk her ear off about how she ditched his sister and frankly, she’d rather just get the date over and done with if it meant he would shut up.

So when you showed up at her door at exactly 6 o'clock and not a minute late, just like you told her, Robin tried to ignore the nerves that had been present ever since she woke up that morning.

“Hop on.” You told her while holding out a black helmet. You were still wearing that worn leather jacket (what was it about the Harrington's and never owning any other jacket?) that made her speechless the first time she saw you.

“You want me to get on that?”

She watched you glance down at the 1982 Triumph motorbike that you were currently straddling, before looking back at her with a raised brow.

“Yes? Come on, I’m won’t let anything happen to you.” You say, gesturing to the helmet again while you gave her a comforting smile.

You only smiled wider when she took a step further, helping her put the helmet on and securing it on her head. Robin hoped that you couldn't see the way her cheeks had heated up when your fingers brushed against the underside of her chin, but the way you were still watching her with an admiring smile on your features.

“I’m holding you to your word, Harrington.” She mumbled, taking your offered hand to help her get on the seat.

“Just keep your arms around me, and we’ll be there before you know it.” She heard you say while you position her arms around your waist.

She couldn't help but lean into you when you situated her arms around you, the closeness of your bodies making her heart race a little. For someone who looked so intimidating on the outside, the more she was around you the more she could see that it was just a façade.

"You cold, Buckley?”

She watches you secure your bike and put the helmets away, all while having a smirk on your face. If she ever doubted you and Steve were siblings before, the smirk definitely said it all.

The sun had gone down by the time you arrived, and it didn’t help that the wind whipping past while you were driving made it feel like Robin had just walked into a freezer.

"Shut up."

You let out a small laugh, but nevertheless you shrug off your jacket. Taking a few steps to stand by her side, draping the heavy fabric over her shoulders.

“There, now you won’t get cold.”

Robin swore she’d blushed more around you in the thirty minutes she'd spent with you than she had in her whole life.

She felt her pinkie brush against yours, and before she could think about whether or not you would think it was too forward of her if she were to hold your hand, you had already laced your fingers with hers, the warm of your palm tethering her to the moment.

“Rides first then food? That way we don’t throw up anything we eat.”

All she could do was nod and let you lead the way.

Maybe it was because you were Steve’s sister, or that she barely knew you that Robin doesn't want to admit just how much she doesn't want the day with you to end.

Maybe.

The blush that stained Robin’s cheeks from the moment you helped her put the helmet on refused to go away even after hours had passed since then.

As much as she tried to deny it, she loved being pampered by you during your time together.

The whole night you were there by her side. With you hand in hers, or on her side, or on her arm, you made sure that she knew that you were by her side the whole time.

For all your tough guise you liked to show, you sure weren't afraid of looking like a complete fool trying to win her a big bear in one of those impossible basketball games where the hoop is too small for the ball to fit in.

She liked you.

More than she'd liked to admit.

But she had to remind herself that you weren’t staying for long. That no matter how much fun she had with you, you wouldn’t be in Hawkins forever.

"Are you staying in Hawkins for long, Y/n?”

With her hand still in yours, she tightened her grip just a little while she met your eyes.

If you could hear the reluctance in her voice you didn’t show it, only squeezing her hand back in return.

"I wasn't planning on staying for long," You admit.

“I’ve never really been one to stay in one place for too long but something's telling me that maybe I should."

She could practically hear Steve already teasing her for being ‘lovesick’ for his sister, but with the way you were looking at her now - with such warmth, like whatever was budding between you two was something that you wanted to last.

"You should."

If the smile you gave her, told her anything, it was that she wanted this to last too.

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley x harrington!reader #stranger things imagine #my state's back in lockdown for 3 days #so now i have time to write and post #hopefully open requests once i finish all the rewrites #which should be soon

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13uswntimagines · 4 years

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Pretty Girl (Christen x Reader)

Request: Christen and reader go to the zoo and reader either works with animals or is just a huge nerd and literally obsess over the animals and christen kinda just falls for her even more

Author’s Note: Special thanks to @literaryhedgehog!

You were in your element and Christen was living for it. While she had always been adept at soccer, Animals and Biology were your specialties. You looked so cute in your little safari outfit, and Christen couldn’t help but drop by when she was in town to surprise you, and take one of your legendary tours. Tobin, who had been unlucky enough to be sharing a car with the woman, followed along behind her, not sure how she felt about being dragged along on this excursion.

“Now if you come over here you can meet Darth Vader!” You said excitedly, pointing to one of the clear cages on the wall, taking a step towards it.

“He’s a black rat snake, and look at him use the force of his muscles to climb up his exhibit wall. Gravity-defying right? Now do any of you kids know anything about snakes?” You addressed the group of kindergarteners assembled in front of you, listening attentively as some of them piped up about snakes they had seen (and you wholeheartedly ignored the burning gaze of the only two soccer players in the group).

Most of them got closer to the glass to look at your favorite reptile, but there were always a few who took went to hide behind their moms, who had a tendency to call your snakes either “scary” or “gross.

“The pretty girl on the right is a Ball Python named Snickers,” You smiled, stepping towards the glass. “She’s almost 20 years old, which is the upper end of the lifespan of her species. Though ball python populations are growing rapidly in areas of Florida, they’re actually indigenous to west and central Africa. They’re what we call invasive species- species that invade the habitat and can eat other species that are natural to areas of the Everglades,” You shook your head sadly. “That’s why it’s very important to never release a pet into the wild. It can decrease the quality of their lives but also really hurt native species that are already there” Stupid people releasing pets they should have never had, destroying the environment.

“Did your girlfriend just call a reptile a pretty girl? Isn’t that her nickname for you?” Tobin joked, nudging Christen’s ribs with her elbow. Christen felt her cheeks turn a little pink.

“No, I’m superstar,” Christen mumbled, glaring at the chill middy.

“Hmm, it’s cute how into them she is though,” Tobin smiled. It was amazing how much you lit up around the animals, even if it was a little weird when you called slithery things pretty. You were kinda like Steve Erwin she guessed.

“You don’t get a Ph. D. if you’re not interested,” Christen laughed, and Tobin nodded. No one wrote a 50-page dissertations on things that bored them.

“Can you take the guinea pigs out today?” The little girl with pink pigtails looked so hopeful, you almost felt bad that you had to say no. Except that you hated the guinea pigs.

“Sorry I wish I could, but this is the guinea pigs’ day off today.” You saw your coworker Jenni come in and waved her over. “Also my shift just ended. But Jenni here can tell you about anything else in the exhibit you’re curious about!”

You disentangled yourself from the crowd of youngsters and made your way over to your girlfriend, standing on tiptoe to give her a quick peck on the cheek. “Hey superstar.”

“Hey, do I finally get your undivided attention?” Christen asked, pulling you into her arms and kissing your lips. You smiled, showing off your dimples as you nodded quickly.

“Good luck with that around all these… what did you call them? Pretty girls?” Tobin said, facetiously, smirking as she leaned against the wall. She jumped, as a thump sounded behind her. The animal house didn’t have any solid walls, and instead featured glass enclosure.

“Oh shit, that’s just Milo, he’s kind of an attention whore,” You laughed, pointing to the 36 inch blue racer that had just fallen from his branch to the bottom of the enclosure.

“He’s gorgeous,” Christen marbled at the bright blue snake,

“Don’t let him hear you say that. He’ll get a big head,” You smirked at your girlfriend, unable to maintain the serious expression.

“He’s a snake. They don’t have feelings,” Tobin scoffed, watching as Milo flicked his tongue at her.

“You just say that because you haven’t met him yet. I have held many a snake and let me tell you, Milo is positively clingy!”

“Yeah, no thanks,” Tobin started to say, but then Christen piped up. “That’s a great idea! We would love to meet Milo in person, Y/N!” She continued smiling as Tobin elbowed her in the side, and you caught the wicked glint in her eyes.

“You know, it just so happens that he’s on the schedule for interaction today!” You smiled giddily at your girlfriend, dancing in place for a second before flipping through your keys for Milo’s enclosure.

“Hey pretty boy, wanna say hi? I got some nice people that really wanna meet you and pet your beautiful scales,” You said, stroking his neck a few times to get his attention. The snake slowly began moving forward, encouraged by your warm, steady hands and you carefully picked him up and set him on your shoulders to support his spine.

“I thought your girlfriend was a Gryffindor. Aren’t Slytherins the ones who can talk to snakes?” Tobin whispered, using your girlfriend as a shield from the snake.

“That’s a common misconception. It’s heirs of Slytherin who can talk to snakes, but who's to say that all of Slytherin’s descendants would choose to be there?” You smiled sideways at the woman, not quite taking your attention from the blue noodle wrapping around your wrist.

“If you come closer you can see his scales shimmer in the light. He just shed last week, so they’re really pretty right now.”

Christen took a slow step towards you, looking more at your loving gaze than at Milo. It was incredible how calm he was with you, and the care you clearly had for him.

“Gorgeous,” She said, her fingers coming up to just barely fun her fingers over the cold reptile. He brought his head up to stare in her direction. She froze.

“It’s alright Chris. He’s just checking you out,” You hummed, lifting the snake slightly and bringing him within reach of your girlfriend if he wanted to go to her. “Can you blame him? They don’t call them foxii for nothing,”

“You say that like he isn’t contemplating how long he would have to starve himself to eat you both,”

“Sounds like you’ve been reading too many clickbait articles. Actually blue racers are foragers, not active hunters,” You raised your eyebrows at the clearly terrified midfielder, feeling comfortable enough with Christen watching Milo to take your eyes off of him. “But I’ll put him back if he makes you feel uncomfortable.”

You brought Milo back to the door of his enclosure, waiting for him to decide he wanted to head back in and being careful to unwind him from your nametag (he always liked to play in your lanyard), he flicked his tongue at you and you took it as a thanks for patently untangling his tail. You locked up the door before standing up straight.

You took your girlfriend’s hand and began to lead her from the room. “Come on, lets go to the insectary, I know the gal who works there will let us hold Dot if we ask nicely.”

“Who’s Dot?”

“A super adorable curly-haired tarantula,” you said, grinning, intentionally not looking behind you to see the source of the gagging noise.

“Why can’t you think normal things are cute like giraffes or elephants or like literally anything else,” Tobin huffed, crossing her arms. She should have listened to Sonnet when she warned her about visiting you at the zoo. At least you hadn’t tried to introduce her to Spike the giant snapping turtle.

“You’re mean,” you said, turning to stick your tongue out at Tobin over your shoulder.

“Well I think you’re cute, so I think that makes up for it,” Christen smirked. Sure, you liked the less conventional animals, but seeing you with them made her fall for you just a little bit more.

“I love you,” You melted, leaning in and kissing your girlfriend softly.

“Love you too babe. Now let’s go get me introduced to Dot,”

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #christen press x reader #christen press imagine

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absolutechaosebrain · 2 years

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Sooo this was not me procrastinating on multiple half finished 12 days of rexsoka fics by writing another fluffy peek into the life of Bucky and Sarah. She said hoping no one could see through her absolute BS……

Well here we go enjoy!

Sarah walked in the back door of her home to be greeted by every flat surface in her kitchen covered by trays, holding the most adorably dainty shortbread cookies she had ever seen. The cookies were round with a scalloped edge and dusted with purple sanding sugar giving them a slight sparkle. She turned toward the oven only to be hit by the mouthwatering smell of the dainty delights, vanilla and lemon with a touch of lavender. She was greeted by the sight of Bucky pulling a pan from the oven with his metal hand, the flesh one holding the next batch ready to go in.

“Hey Sarah,” he said decidedly more interested in making sure the cookies went in then greeting his fiancé.

“Bucky baby, what on earth are you doing?” She said still in shock of seeing her super soldier baking the most elegant dessert she had ever seen.

“What does it look like,” he replied with a roll of his eyes, huffing a bit of his once again long hair out of his eye. “I’m baking, remember tomorrow is the PTA bake sale for the boys school.”

Sarah let out a little huff at his facetious answer. “I didn’t forget, but you said you were going to make cookies baby not dainty little works of art, how did you even get them to shimmer like that?” She said picking up a cookie to admire.

“Try one,” Bucky said eyes lighting up, bringing a cookie to her mouth.

Sarah’s eyes went wide as the cookie met her tongue “Baby, this is the best short bread cookies have ever had in my life.”

“Thanks” Bucky said the smallest tint of red coming to his ears, exposed by his hair having been pulled into a bun while he was baking “I came up with the recipe while in wakanda Romanda suggested that making cookies might help me get use to living with just one arm, ya know fine tune my motor skills.”

Sarah nodded along and taking another bite of the treat sensing he had more to say.

“Steve had some of his things that Peggy had kept and one of them was a recipe book of his mother’s, turns out that she had wrestled my mothers prized short bread recipe out of her at some point and it had always been my favorite so I decided to try it one day.” Buck paused to take a deep breath and sarah knew this was about more then baking cookies and fine tuning motor skills, she nodded for him to continue picking up a second cookie.

“Well turns out that familiar flavors can do a lot in bringing back memories, and the second I took a bite out of one of those cookies I broke down sobbing in the middle of the royal kitchen. Romanda found me sitting on the floor crying over a plate of cookies. She knew somehow that I had not simply been caught up in nostalgia, knew it was more then that. That recipe felt like a metaphor for who I use to be, who I wasn’t anymore and it felt wrong to enjoy something I had loved before I became a monster.”

Sarah narrowed her eyes and started to open her mouth to lecture him about what an amazing man he is, but he brought up a hand to stop her and wrapped his other around her waist.

“Hush and let me finish” Sarah nodded her head and wrapped her arms around his neck loosely as he moved his hand to toy with the end of one of her braids. “Romanda thought it may help me to make the recipe my own, make something new on the fountain of something old. So we added a little lemon and then use the lavander from the palace gardens to make the sugar to put on top, she actually sent me the lavender to make these ones. The point she was making by helping me make this new cookie on the foundation of my mothers was that I could become a new man based on the foundation of who I once was. I didn’t have to go back to being the smooth carefree Bucky Barnes I was before I fell off that train in Germany nor did I have to become someone entirely new, I could be both I could have parts of who I use to be, the base of the recipe, but I could add new things, like lemon and lavender, and I would be all the better for it.”

Sarah felt tears in her eyes at his story of a journey to self acceptance, she understood how it felt to feel disconnected from who you had been before traumatic events, some days she felt miles away from the girl she had been before her husband had died and her brother disappeared.

“I don’t think I fully understood what Romanda was trying to show me then, but as I have been here with you and the boys, I think I’m starting to figure it out. So when I decided to pick a recipe for the bake sale I decided on something with a little of the old and a little of the new.” Bucky looked at her cracking a little grin “that and they are going to blow Carols basic ass lemon bars out of the water.”

Sarah giggled at his mention of the annoying PTA President who Bucky had immediately taken a dislike to.

“I see what it is” she said between giggles “you just want to finally put Carol in her place.”

“Hell yes I do” he said moving back over to the oven to take out his final pan of cookies. “She kept going on and on the other day about the how kids who grow up without a traditional family dynamic end up in therapy or jail and it’s all because of the rise in gay couples adopting and crap, purposefully in front of Jenna and Alex”

Sarah quirked a brow at his mention of the lesbian couple that Bucky had immediately befriended when he decided to join the PTA . She had suggested it hoping that being more involved in the boys school would help people see him as more then Captain America’s team mate, and Sarah’s boyfriend, and actually see him as just Bucky. He had walked in to the first meeting sat down beside Alex and by the end of the week the two were conspiring to reform delacrouix elementary and middle school PTA, even if the had to do so by force.

“I can tell you right now, I am not in therapy twice a week because a bunch of Gays decided to manipulate my brain chemistry for 70years, baby why are you giving me that face?” Bucky cut himself off after seeing the amusement on his fiancé’s face.

“It’s just that Seems like one thing definitely has not changed since the 40s about you baby” Sarah stain with a twinkle in her eye.

“Oh” he said crossing the kitchen to wrap his arms around her again “what is that?”

“You, James Buchanan Barnes,” she said wrapping her arms around his neck “absolutely hate bullies”

“That I do” he said pulling her close “but I do absolutely adore a strong woman”

“Oh do you Sargent Barnes?” She said sensing a welcome shift in his mood.

“Oh yea I do” he said pulling her flush against him and starting a trail of kisses and nips of teeth from the base of her neck to her ear dragging the lobe between his teeth before whispering into it “let me show you how much I adore my powerful woman”

And with that, the oven was turned off and Sarah was swept off her feet and up the stairs, for a entirely different type of desert.

Well there you go, I am 100% convinced that Bucky would be the type of parent to lead a PTA revolution.

In my world Bucky got really close with Queen Romanda, you can not tell me this amazing woman would not have seen this poor broken boy and not decide immediately that she had now had a second son! I really want to explore more of Buckys relationship with the royal family of wakanda let me know if you want to read that. And as always thank you for reading!

#buckysarah #falcon and winter solider series #sarah x bucky #fatws bucky #bucky barnes #sarah wilson #marvel #fanfic #cookies #tooth rotting fluff

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buckthegrump · 5 years

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Late One Night

Summary: That old saying of ‘one night could change your life’? Turns out whoever said that was right. Painfully so. Werewolf!Steve x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse, panic attack, fluff, clinical and robotic smut, very minor angst (let me know if i’ve forgotten anything)

Word Count: 5348

A/n: for @moonstruckbucky ‘s Halloween writing challenge my prompt was werewolf AU (sorry it’s not a spooky as it could be)

It was mid-September and the weather was finally cooling down after a brutal summer. The night sky was clear and the full moon hung low in the sky. There was a crispness to the air making it just cold enough to need a jacket, something Y/n was grateful for.

She’d gotten off work late, she was about three blocks from her place when she heard a howl that sounded a lot like a wolf. Which she found odd because there were no wolves around where she lived.

Ignoring the odd noise she continued walking but stopped dead in her tracks when she heard a growl from the woods that lined the street. It sounded close, but there was no reason to be afraid. Right? The woods were more like a park, it had a trail and even had a playground. There shouldn’t be any animals that growl like that in there, and yet.

Y/n only stopped for a moment before she kept walking. Her pace was slow as if she could become invisible if she just kept her movements small and inconspicuous.

The snarl sounded again and the next thing she knew a force knocked her to the ground. Despite the fact that the moon was bright, she couldn’t see what was attacking her. Nothing was clear all she was sure of was that everything hurt. Her head had hit the concrete hard, she’d landed on her arm wrong and was sure it was broken, and there was the thing that was attacking her causing more pain to flare up in different parts of her body.

She tried to open her mouth to scream for help but all that came out were gasps. She couldn’t tell how long the attack lasted. But when she was finally left alone she knew she was going to die.

Every breath hurt. She wondered if it would stop hurting if she simply stopped breathing but every time she exhaled her body automatically inhaled again. She could hear herself wheezing. Suddenly the one brisk night felt so much colder like someone had just dropped her in the middle of the arctic ocean.

‘I’m going to die here alone,’ she thought to herself.

But then she saw glowing eyes looking at her from the trees. Unable to decide if she wanted the animal that was staring at her to finish her off or leave her alone she took what she was sure would be her last breath.

It was probably her brain playing tricks on her, but she could’ve sworn she watched a wolf walk out of the wood and transform into a man. She watched the man walk closer to her as her eyelids finally closed.

Steve loved his wolf form. It was strong and though it was slightly bigger than the rest of his packs form, he was fast.

Being the night of the full moon the entire pack was out moseying about in their wolf forms with strict instructions to keep themselves hidden, they didn’t need humans digging their nose into the pack's business.

Being the alpha, it was Steve’s job to make sure that people didn’t find out about the pack’s secret.

It was around midnight when he heard it, the sound of someone getting attacked, he knew that running towards whatever was happening as a wolf was a dangerous feat but he sprinted towards it.

The attacker must have heard him coming because when he got tot he source of the noise there was a woman lying on the ground bloodied and bruised. Her breathing was shallow and her heartbeat sounded weak. But there was something about her scent that made Steve pause. He should’ve left here there, but that wasn’t who Steve was.

He quickly switched forms and walked up to the woman, her eyes met his before the closed.

Making a rash decision that was sure to piss off Bucky, his second, he picked up the almost dead woman and ran back to the pack house.

The only person left at the house was the pack doctor, Bruce. He didn’t say anything as Steve walked into the house and laid the victim on the exam table in the medical room.

Thanks to Tony, one of the pack members, they had a state of the art medical facility in their home. It was where everyone was forced to go if they got badly injured, and where Bruce operated from. He merely sighed before looking her over and assessing her injuries.

Steve didn’t know why, but he was nervous. And it wasn’t what Bucky or Sam would say that was making him nervous. It was that he truly thought that she was going to die and he could not for the life of him figure out why he cared so much.

Bruce was just about to open his mouth to say something when Bucky burst through the door.

Bucky took one look at the mangled woman on the exam table then looked to Steve.

“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” Bucky asked.

Steve rolled his eyes. Other alphas wouldn’t have let anyone in their pack, other than their mate, to speak to them like Bucky currently was. But Steve had never been that kind of leader, the only time he gave a direct order was when it was needed.

“Bucky not now -”

“No, now.” Bucky paused and sniffed to confirm his suspicions. “You brought a human into our home, Steve. She could find out and expose us. You’ve just put the whole pack in danger! Did you stop to think about what would happen when she was all healed up and awake?”

“No,” he admitted, “But it doesn’t really matter because she might die.”

“Oh even better,” Bucky said facetiously, “not only will we have a dead girl on our hands but a situation that looks like you were the one to kill her.”

“You’re being overdramatic,” Steve said, even though he knew that was a lie.

“Ya know what? I don’t think I am,” Bucky snapped.

“I couldn’t just leave here there!” Steve growled turning to Bucky who instantly shut up. Steve took a deep breath then tried again. “I couldn’t just leave her there. I will handle it -”

“It actually looks like she’s not going to die,” Bruce spoke up. Both Steve and Bucky turned to the lower-ranking wolf, “I’m not sure how quickly or what kind of permanent damage has been done but, if she makes it through the rest of the night, she’ll be ok.”

Bucky nodded then turned to Steve. “You better hope that she didn’t see anything or is really good at keeping a secret.”

It was pushing 3 am when the rest of the pack made their way home. They all had similar reactions to their new houseguest as Bucky but almost all of them kept their temper under control. The only reason Steve knew what they were thinking was because he could read it on their faces. The only other person to say anything was Natasha.

“What happens if she dies?” Was all she asked.

“I will handle it,” he told her just like he’d told Bucky. Natasha rolled her eyes and walked away.

Steve hadn’t moved from the room where the woman was. He stood there hovering over her like he was her protector. Bruce came in for the third time that night at about 3:30 with Bucky right behind him.

Bruce turned to his alpha with a look on his face.

“The good news is, she’s going to make it,” Bruce said but there was something about the way he said it.

“You say that like there’s bad news along with that,” Bucky grumbled.

Steve shifted as Bruce looked back at the woman. She was lying in bed with a blanket covering her to offer some privacy

“Well, there’s definitely more news -”

“Spit it out, Bruce,” Steve said with a bit of authority in his voice.

“She’s healing at a rapid rate,” Bruce said quietly but both men heard him.

“How rapid?” Steve asked he could feel Bucky tense up next to him.

“Her injuries will be completely gone by noon,” Bruce said.

The woman shifted slightly in her slumber and all three men froze, when she continued to lay there unconscious, then let out a collective breath. Bucky started chuckling.

“Please tell me it wasn’t you,” Bucky said still chuckling.

“It wasn’t me,” Steve answered. When Bucky continued to chuckle Steve looked at him. “Take a walk, Barnes.”

Bucky didn’t argue as he walked out of the room. It was quiet in the room, the only sound was the beeping of the heart monitor.

“When do you think she’ll wake up?” Steve asked.

Bruce shrugged. “Could only be a few more hours it’s hard to say.”

“If she wakes before I do please come get me, I think the news of her new life might come better from me.”

Bruce nodded and Steve finally left the room and walked up the stairs to his room.

Y/n woke up in an unfamiliar place, it wasn’t the first time it had happened. However, it was the first time she’d woken up in a place that somehow felt like someone’s home and a hospital at the same time.

Everything was way too bright and she could hear a heartbeat, no, two heartbeats. No, more. But when she tried to count the different heartbeats a beeping noise interrupted her thoughts, it was rhythmic and annoying.

She took in her surroundings and found a man sitting next to her. He was watching her very carefully and it was spooking her a little bit but she wasn’t about to let him know that.

“Who are you?” She asked, her voice a little groggy.

“Who are you?” He asked back.

“Pretty sure I asked you first,” she told him and he scoffed.

“Bucky,” a commanding voice came from the doorway and Y/n turned to him. There was something about his blonde hair and demeanor that was oddly familiar to her. The man next to her bed, Buck apparently, stood and walked out of the room. The new man walked into the room. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine I guess but that thing is so fucking loud,” she said pointing to the heart monitor.

He turned the volume off giving her some relief to the headache she was forming.

“Thank you,” she said. “Who are you? And where am I?”

“I’m Steve,” he told her with a soft smile. “Do you remember what happened last night?”

“I remember getting off late from work and then hearing a wolf which is weird because there aren’t any wolves around here unless werewolves are real. Then I heard something growl from the park and attack me and I-” Y/n looked up at the man who she now remembered from last night. “Oh fuck.”

“What?”

“Werewolves are real and you’re one, aren’t you?” Before he could answer she continued. “Wait, was the attack really only last night?”

Steve gave her a look. “Yes, to both questions.”

Y/n lifted the blanket and looked down at her completely healed body. She then looked back up at Steve, wide-eyed, who pressed his lips into a thin line.

“We have some things we should talk about.”

It’d been a few months since the attack and Y/n had fully become a part of Steve’s pack and everyone loved her. She refused to give up her apartment until the lease was up, which would be in seven months, but she ended up spending most of her time at the house anyway when she wasn’t at work. She did manage to always make it home before falling asleep though.

Steve promised her they were looking for the wolf that attacked her but judging from the fact that Steve either sent someone to walk her home or did it himself every night, they weren’t close to finding the attacker.

It was a night when Steve was walking her home and she could tell he wanted to talk about something.

“What is it?” Y/n asked. They were a few blocks from her apartment.

“Ok, so,” he paused then shook his head, “Natasha should probably talk to you about this.”

“Will you just spit it out?” Y/n laughed.

“At some point, you’re going to go into heat and as the most submissive in the pack you will be -” he paused trying to find the right word.

“Are they all going to try and jump my bones?” Y/n asked. She’d already gotten this talk from Natasha, it was one of the first conversations they’d had, but watching Steve blush and try to find a way to approach this was just as much fun as Natasha had said it would be.

“Not the mated ones,” Steve said.

“So Clint and Tony?”

“Yeah basically.” Steve sighed. “It would probably be best if you stayed away from the house for that week when it happens because when males get around a female -”

“Ok, I’m going to stop you right there because Natasha already told me all this,” Y/n told him with a smirk.

“Dear God, how long were you going to let me do that?” He asked as she continued to laugh.

“You should probably get better at giving that talk because damn you’re bad at it,” she giggled. “Most submissive, huh?”

“I know in our pack we don’t really do much about our rankings but when it comes to some things it just doesn’t matter. But I want you to know that no one in the pack would ever actually lay a hand on you, and if they did I would kill them, they’d just say very sexual things.”

“I trust you, I trust all of you. But I will spend less time at the house when I go into heat,” she said and turned her attention down to the sidewalk, “Because I’m a dog now.”

Steve gave her a look.

“I’m fine Steve.”

“I know you didn’t get a choice in all this,” he said softly.

“Well, on the bright side I don’t get my period every month.” Y/n walked up to her door and unlocked it. She turned back to Steve. “Thank you for walking me home.”

He smiled at her. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing, so thank you.”

Y/n didn’t take her eyes off him as she backed into her apartment. The only reason their eye contact broke was because Y/n closed the door.

Steve knew that the rest of the pack saw it, except Y/n but everyone else made it very clear they could see that he was developing feelings for the new wolf. Bucky and Sam wouldn’t shut up about it and Natasha was starting to join in on the teasing as well.

It was a few months after Y/n had joined the pack when everyone was in the house all doing different things. Bruce and Tony were going over some of the equipment in the recovery room. While Steve, Nat, Sam, and Bucky were bothering Y/n while she baked cookies. The one missing was Clint but he came flying into the house and told Steve that a neighboring pack was coming to visit for some reason.

Steve got everyone into the living room but sent Tony and Clint home. The pack waited for a while before they hear them park in the driveway and just a few moments after the car doors slammed shut they walked into the house.

Y/n smelled him long before she saw him. It felt like years had passed before Brock Rumlow and two other males walked into the room.

She’d hoped to never interact with Brock again after they’d broken up. She was also hoping to never have to tell her new friends about him and what had happened between them but seeing as how he was here and apparently a werewolf, that wasn’t going to happen.

Steve was standing in front with Sam and Bucky flanking him on either side. Y/n was hiding behind all of them, she should’ve left when she had the chance.

Y/n wasn’t paying attention to what was going on or what the meeting was about, she was purely focused on keeping her breathing steady. She could feel the onset of a panic attack, she didn’t dare look up from the ground until she heard them begin to walk away. When she looked up Brock was looking right at her, his face was emotionless but there was a look in his eyes that she’d definitely seen before.

She barely held it together as he walked away, she waited until she could no longer hear the car before she let the panic overwhelm her. She was on her hands and knees struggling to breathe because of the tightness in her chest.

Next thing she knew there was a hand on her shoulder and a voice whispering in her hear instructing her on how to breathe. It was unclear to her just how long she was in that position or how long it took her to figure out that it was just her and Steve left in the living room. But eventually, her breathing regulated and she was lying on the floor with Steve lying next to her.

“Do you wanna tell me what happened?” Steve asked softly.

Y/n was quiet for a moment. Not because she was debating telling him or not but because she was trying to distract herself by focusing on how blue his eyes were.

“Why are your eyelashes so long?” She wondered out loud.

“We don’t have to talk about -”

“No I want to, just give me a minute.”

Steve stayed quiet but he didn’t take his eyes off Y/n.

“I used to date Brock,” she said suddenly, “It was a few years ago and then I finally got out of the relationship and moved away from him. I didn’t tell him where I was going. . . I think it was him.”

“What was?” Steve asked.

“I think he was the one who attacked me that night -”

“Why do you think that?” He asked afraid that he could already guess the answer.

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” she said in a soft voice.

Steve brushed the pad of his thumb gently across her cheek. “Did he -”

Y/n nodded her head unable to verbally answer. Steve closed his eyes and clenched his fist. She could see the anger building up, she’d seen it all the time when she was dating Brock. But with Steve, it didn’t scare her. Steve didn’t scare her.

She reached over and placed her hand on his fist and he instantly calmed down. After a few deep breaths, he opened his eyes to look at her.

“I’m not going to let him touch you,” he promised.

“Can I stay here tonight?” She asked.

“Of course,” he agreed quickly. He watched a smile creep onto her face and he returned the gesture.

Once Y/n was ready, they got off the floor and spent the rest of the day watching movies with Y/n cuddled into Steve’s side. She fell asleep five minutes into the last movie she’d chosen so Steve lifted her and carried her up to his room. They didn’t have a room ready for her, so he would just sleep on the couch.

As Steve tucked her in she woke slightly and grabbed his hand.

“Stay,” she whispered.

“I’m gonna go sleep on the couch,” he told her.

“Steve stop being so difficult and come here,” she ordered.

He wasn’t sure what it was but he didn’t fight her any further and crawled into bed next to her. Once Y/n was once again snuggled into Steve’s side she fell back into a deep sleep.

Steve could hear whispering, he was too tired to try and figure out what was being said. It wasn’t until the body next to his shifted when he was fully awake and knew exactly what was being said and who by.

Y/n was laying next to him with her face in the crook of his neck. One of her legs was draped across his hips and his arms were wrapped around her, holding her close.

“Make them stop,” Y/n mumbled into his neck. Her breath sent a shiver down his spine.

Steve let out a low commanding growl and the whispers stopped.

“How I became the leader of a pack of gossips is beyond me,” Steve said. He absent-mindedly trailed his fingers up and down her arm.

“We should get up,” Y/n said.

“Well, you’re on top of me so you first.”

“But you’re so comfy.”

She shifted again and Steve a smell unlike any other wafted over to him and he knew.

“You’re going into heat,” Steve said mostly to himself but Y/n responded anyway.

“Is that why I wanna rip off all your clothes and ride you into the sunset?” She sighed and sat up. She was still in yesterday’s shirt. Her bra and pants had been thrown to the floor last night while she declared that anyone who could sleep in jeans was not to be trusted.

Steve held back a moan and tried not to picture Y/n bouncing on his cock.

Y/n smiled down at him, “You’re allowed to tell me that you’re not attracted to me like that Steve. I’m a big girl, I can handle it.”

“Trust me,” he groaned, “that’s not the issue.”

“Then why do you look like you’re in pain?”

“Because I’m doing my very best to not let you have your way with me,” he said again.

“Why?” Y/n asked Steve looked over to see her teasing smile.

“Because you don’t actually want me,” he whispered.

Y/n carefully and slowly moved, giving him more than enough time to stop her, so that she was straddling Steve’s waist sitting on her knees. She leaned down so her lips were right next to his ear.

“Well, I wouldn’t let anyone else fuck me into oblivion,” she said then stood up and got off the bed. She walked over to the door after grabbing her pants. Before she could even grab the doorknob she was spun around so her back was pressed against the door. Steve’s body was impossibly close to her. Y/n’s breathing was labored as Steve looked her up and down like he was trying to figure out where to start.

He leaned his forehead against hers.

“If I do this, there would be nothing stopping me from bonding with you and making you my mate,” he said softly, “and as much as I would love to do that - it’s not a good idea because once you’re someone’s mate that’s it.”

“And?” She asked not taking her eyes off him.

“And,” he said pointedly, “you should get to choose who your mate it.”

“What makes you think that I’m not choosing you now?” She asked.

Steve’s breath caught in his throat.

“Unless I’m moving too fast then I can put on my pants and go home but -”

“Brock could find you there, you’re safer here,” Steve finished for her. “And no, you’re not moving too fast, that’s kind of how it works for us. It only took Natasha and Clint a month to realize that they didn’t want anyone else.”

“How do you know?” Y/n asked. Steve could hear how scared she was of being stuck with someone who would hurt her the way Brock had.

“All the mated wolves I’ve talked to say that it’s hard to explain. That it’s just a feeling you get.”

“And you feel that way about me?”

Steve let out a shaky breath. “Yes.”

Y/n closed the distance between their lips and kissed him.

“Y/n -” he warned.

“God Steve,” she groaned in annoyance, “do you ever shut up?”

Steve leaned back looking at her in surprise. “Did you really just talk to your alpha like that?” His tone was a mixture of teasing and genuine shock.

“I wouldn’t have to if you would just have your way with me,” she growled. It was the first time he’d ever heard her growl at anyone.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he placed his hands on the wall on either side of her head, “if I were to have my way with you, you wouldn’t be able to leave the bed for a week.”

Y/n whimpered slightly and rubbed her thighs together for even the slightest bit of relief from the tension building in her.

“Besides,” he smirked, “I’m much more interested in you having your way with me.”

Y/n dropped her clothing, that she’d almost forgotten she was holding and pushed Steve back towards the bed.

Steve fell back on the bed still smiling at Y/n. She stood at the edge of the bed and lifted her shirt over her head.

“Take your pants off,” she ordered and Steve wondered if they’d really been so idiotic to believe that Y/n was a submissive wolf instead of just impossibly kind. But he followed her directions removing his underwear too.

Y/n slid out of her panties before climbing back onto him to straddle him, much like she had been a few minutes ago. Steve sat up, pulling her against him.

She froze, she cupped his face in her hands and stared with intensity into his eyes. “You’re not going to hurt me are you?”

Steve pressed a kiss above both of her breasts before repeating the action on her cheeks then one last quick one to her lips.

“Never,” he whispered. She smiled softly and kissed him again then she slid her hands into his hair and pulled his head back exposing his neck.

“Were you serious about me having my way with you?” She asked as she dragged her lips up his neck before pulling oh his ear with her teeth.

Steve closed his eyes and dug his fingers into her hips. With her pussy so close to his cock it was becoming more and more difficult for him to think straight.

“Deadly,” he answered breathlessly.

“Well then,” she whispered seductively into his ear, “let’s see how well an alpha can take orders.”

Steve whimpered as Y/n pressed one finger onto his chest, silently telling him to lie on his back. She rocked her hips teasing him a bit more before moving so she was straddling his head.

“You have such a pretty mouth,” she cooed.

That was all the encouragement he needed before he wrapped his arms around the backside of her thighs and pulled her down so she was on his mouth. Both of Y/n’s hands were in his hair gripping it tightly as reveled in the taste of her.

“Fuck, Steve,” she whimpered.

Steve opened his eyes to look up at her. She looked ethereal with a blissful smile playing at her lips while her chest rose and fell with each labored breath. Steve took her clit into his mouth and sucked. A few moments later her legs were shaking as she came.

He didn’t let her go until he was satisfied. She was leaning against the headboard trying to catch her breath. He kissed her inner thigh before scooting under her so he could sit up with her in his lap.

“So,” Steve said as Y/n kissed along his neck leaving marks that he would need to wear a turtleneck to hide, “what would you like me to do next?”

She lifted her head to look at him and winked at him. She caressed his cock lining it up with her entrance and lowering herself onto him.

“Jesus, fuck.” Steve gripped her hips again.

“What?” Y/n asked with faux innocence.

Steve growled and tried to get her to move but she forced his hands off her waist and pinned them over his head.

“I thought I was having my way with you.”

“Get on with it then,” Steve said trying to use his alpha voice but clearly Y/n was unaffected by it.

She t’sked at him. “That’s not how you get what you want, baby boy.”

“Please,” he whined pathetically. “Please let me cum. I need it. I need you.”

Y/n leaned in and brushed her lips against his ear. “I wonder what everyone else would think of their alpha begging to be fucked.”

“Please, Y/n.”

“Only because you’re so pretty when you beg.”

At first, she was slow about her movements. Slowly rising and sinking back down teasing him until he let out a frustrated groan, then she let go of his hands so she could hold on to his shoulders as she sped up.

Steve was losing his resolve.

“Do it, Steve,” she told him, he didn’t have to ask to know what she was talking about, “I want it to be you.”

He pulled her closer to himself as he met her movements with thrusts of his own. When Y/n’s chest pressed up against his he bit down on her neck drawing the smallest bit of blood. That was all it took for the mate bond to snap into place. He licked up the blood droplets and pressed a kiss to where he’d bitten her, his teeth marks already gone.

The feeling of her intensified after their bond was in place and Steve didn’t last long after Y/n came, squeezing his cock. Their moans filled the room and in the back of his mind, he had the fleeting thought about how the pack could definitely hear them.

They sat there for a moment after they’d finished riding their highs. Y/n’s head was resting against his shoulder and Steve’s arms were lazily wrapped around her waist.

“You’re gonna make me pay for the comments I made aren’t you?” She asked breathlessly.

“You bet your sweet ass I am,” he teased. She giggled into his neck and Steve could swear he’d never heard a better sound.

Neither of them actually fell asleep that night. They just lay in bed enjoying each other’s company.

“I love you,” Steve whispered in the dead of night.

“I love you too,” Y/n responded sleepily.

“I don’t know what we’re going to tell everyone, Bucky will be upset that he’s no longer my second,” Steve chuckled. Y/n lifted her head and looked at him.

“What?”

“When an alpha mates with someone their mate becomes their second,” he explained.

“Well, they’re going to have a hard time believing that I can give orders.”

“Not if they heard anything that happened earlier,” he teased and she groaned into his chest. “But that’s not all that I’m worried about.”

“What else is on your mind?”

“What are we gonna do about Brock?”

Steve rolled over on to his side so he was facing Y/n who was contemplating as she fiddled with Steve’s fingers.

“Honestly? I don’t care,” she shrugged.

“What?”

“At one point I did want him to pay for what he did, but now I couldn’t care less about what happens to him.” She brushed a strand of hair out of his face. “Why would I waste time thinking about him when I’m here with you.”

“So we do nothing?”

“Well, if he shows up here again, then you can kill him if I don’t do it first,” she conceded. “Now, tell me more about what me being your second means. Does that mean that I get to boss everyone around and have them bring me food when I’m too lazy to get it myself?”

Steve laughed at her comment and they spent the rest of the night talking. Steve knew that the rest of the pack wasn’t going to be on board with this whole Brock situation and just letting him be. But they could deal with that tomorrow, or the next day whenever they decided to get out of bed.

#werewolf!steve #Steve Rogers x reader #steve x reader #Steve Rogers AU #steve rogers smut #halloweenhauntsauchallenge

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what-is-your-plan-today · 4 years

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Sneak Peak!

CSI: Rogers and Barnes- Ch11.

Co-written with @icanfeelastormbrewing

"Captain Rogers..." Raymond Holt nodded, standing up as he stuck out his hand towards him "It's been a while."

"It sure has Ray." Steve smiled, "How you been?"

"How have I been...hmm, let's see. I'm here to see Wuntch who is circling me like a shark frenzied by chum. The task force is turning into a career-threatening quagmire. An Internal Affairs investigation has been casting doubt upon my integrity. I, a Captain, am no longer able to command my vessel, my precinct, from my customary helm, my office. I've worked the better part of my years on earth overcoming every prejudice and fighting for the position I hold, and now I feel it being ripped from my grasp, and with it the very essence of what defines me as a man. But other than that, I've been fine..."

Steve eyed the captain, not quite sure if he was joking or being facetious. But then again, there were only 2 people he knew that could read Holt fully, Peralta and Katie. And the line about Wuntch was probably true. It was a well-known fact across the entire NYPD that Raymond Holt and Madeleine Wuntch had beef. Big beef, and now she had made Deputy Commissioner he had no doubts in his mind she would be making Holt's life hell at every given opportunity. Steve knew from personal experience that the woman could be a nasty piece of work when she didn't get her own way. She'd made life very difficult for Steve himself at one point after he had turned down her advances at one Christmas Party. She'd set out to block his promotion to Lieutenant, that is until Howard had stepped in pushed it through. Another reason he would be eternally grateful to his late mentor.

"Sounds exhausting... Steve replied with what he thought was an appropriate comment

"Yes, it is." Holt nodded "You know she was apparently supposed to take a position up in the Boston PD...but it's so close to Salem, and we know what they do to Witches up there so she turned it down..."

Steve let out a snort and he could have sworn he saw the corner of Holt's mouth twitch slightly but as he looked again his fellow Captain's face was as grave as ever.

"So what are you doing here?" He asked and Steve took a breath.

"Fury called me in. Think he wants a briefing on the Cereal Serial Killer case."

"Ahh, yes..." Holt dropped his voice "How is it going on that?"

"Well..." Steve looked around "Can't say too much but we're working on something, well, Stark is should I say...and it's kinda big but..."

At the mention of Katie's name there was a definite flicker of a smile on Holt's face as her one time boss asked after her "How is she doing?"

"Oh, good... " Steve smiled, unable to stop himself "She's great. You know, professionally...well deserved promotion and all..."

"She's one of the best." Holt nodded, "I told you that when she moved. She left a big hole in the team..."

At that point the door to Fury's office opened and Madeleine Wuntch walked out, immaculately presented as always.

"Speaking of holes..." Holt turned his attention to the woman "Its a shame we would never find one deep enough to hold you Madeleine..."

#csi rogers and barnes #csi au #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x oc #steve rogers x original female character #brooklyn 99

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jetsetlife138 · 5 years

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Lofty Cries With Trembling Thighs

This is my submission for @youngmoneymilla Eliza’s 5K Challenge (Which turned out to be 15K - Oops)

Song for Inspiration was Purity Ring by Lofticries

Summary: After Loki’s attack on New York, the mischievous god takes you hostage and you find yourself in a very compromising situation. No one said being Tony Stark’s sister was going to be easy.

Paring: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Smut, Language, Stockholm Syndrome, Attempted Sexual Assault, Sex Under A Spell

Loki took an apprehensive glance around his familiar surroundings. Not so long ago he was held captive in the same type of cage made of impenetrable glass and iron. The god smirked to himself as the memory of his elder brother's helpless face entered his mind as he vindictively pushed the button that dropped the cage from the aircraft, which at the time held only his brother. He had left Thor to fall to his doom… or so Loki had hoped he would.

S.H.I.E.L.D. promptly rectified their previous mistakes and created a new, similarly built holding cell so that this time there was no chance of escaping as he was once again be held here against his will in their flying headquarters. Loki admitted to himself that he was genuinely surprised that they would detain him here considering how he had so easily escaped the last time with the help of his cohorts.

Loki released an exasperated sigh of frustration. His plans had been so quickly ruined. Midgard domination was so close that he could taste it. Something that seemed so easily attainable was no longer in his grasp. Or was it? Oh no, this was a major setback, of course, but by no means did it mean that he would lie down like a dog and accept their retribution. He would not allow himself to be dragged back to Asgard, humiliated in front of the subjects that he once lived among as a prince, only to become their inferior. Little did S.H.I.E.L.D. know that the worst thing they could have done was left Loki alone to his thoughts, for he had already begun to plan his next attempt to rule at any cost.

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"Stark! For the last time, that is property of S.H.I.E.L.D. and you do not have clearance to touch that!" bellowed Fury, clearly losing his patience with the billionaire, playboy philanthropist also known as Iron Man.

"Relax, I'm giving your outdated equipment a much needed upgrade. Are you aware that your missile reactor has cross-wired with your sub particle beam?" Tony asked airily. He looked expectantly at Fury for a reply.

Fury narrowed his good eye at him before responding. "I'll have someone look into that, but for now I need you to meet for the debriefing of the attack on New York.”

"Okay, fine," Stark replied sardonically. "But if this ship disintegrates when you apply the sub particle beam to the interlock core, I will not hesitate to trip you to be the first to escape."

Fury fought back an eye role. "Duly noted. Now, please sit down, Stark."

Stark saluted Fury mockingly before taking a seat among the other remaining Avengers. Exhaustion and exhilaration was thick in the air from their triumph of defeating an entire galactic army from taking over the world.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is working on damage control around Manhattan. We will take care of all the publicity surrounding this as well. The Council disagrees with my decision to leave the fate of Loki to you, but clearly I don't give a damn," Fury stated bluntly. "We have enough to worry about without the god of mischief still around headquarters. Do any of you have any ideas on how you will handle this situation?"

Thor was the first to speak. "It is of no question. Loki will return home to Asgard to await judgment. It is clear that Earth is not capable of detaining a god. He will accompany me when I travel back."

No one bothered to argue. It was an unspoken relief that Loki would no longer remain on Earth where the possibility of escape was easier than it would be on Asgard.

"Does anyone disagree with that?" Fury looked around at everyone's tired faces knowing that no one would oppose. "Then it's settled, Loki will return with you."

"When will that be exactly?" asked Steve, still in his dirty and torn Captain America suit.

"As soon as possible,” Thor replied. “With the Tesseract it will be a quick ascension into Asgard."

Fury rubbed his eye frustratingly with his hand. "The Council is not going to like that you are taking the Tesseract, so let's just keep our mouths shut about it until you're gone, got it?" Thor nodded in response. "The Cube is being held in Level 4 under Selvig's surveillance. I will see what I can do to clear it for removal. Until then, the rest of you get cleaned up; you're a mess. Refer to Level 2 for medical treatment."

Before Fury exited, a thought occurred to him. "Thor, you may want to take a team and get your brother some medical treatment as well. I'm not saying that watching him bleed to death would be tragic," Thor gave him a hardened look filled with warning, "but if you want him to return to your realm alive, he will need medical attention."

With that, everyone took their leave - Fury to Level 4, Thor to the detainment level, and the rest of the Avengers to Level 2.

"Clearly this is not going to work," you grumbled in frustration. "Dr. Banner, you cannot lose your temper with me. I know you don't like it, but if you want me to close that gash, you're going to need to stay calm and stop arguing with me. I kid you not, if you even start to turn green I will feel no guilt when I plunge this needle in your neck to knock you out!" Of course you were lying. you would feel guilty and you knew that if Dr. Banner started to transform they would all be in serious danger to the point where a simple needle of anesthesia would do nothing.

"I'm not arguing with you. I'm just trying to tell you that it will heal on its own. Stitches are not necessary and they won't last." Dr. Banner had to be the most patient man you had ever met, unlike you who had run out of patience hours ago after treating what seemed like endless patients from the attack on New York.

"Fine, Bruce. Then get out of my chair and let me do my job for people who really need it." Your tone was playful, but you were truly exasperated. Bruce was familiar with your way of bossing people around when you felt overwhelmed, so he didn’t take it to heart.

He chuckled as he lifted himself from the chair and his spot was quickly replaced by your brother, Tony Stark. "How are you holding up?" he asked, concerned, knowing you were working diligently so that you could quickly get to everyone you needed to.

Dismissing his concern, you replied, "My dear brother, your humanity is showing. Quick, cover it up before anyone sees!"

"I'm serious," he insisted, though the corners of his mouth lifted slightly into a grin. "I know you've been working around the clock and I don't like-"

"So have you, Tony,” you interrupted. “I'm not the one who risked my life out in the streets of Manhattan to protect the world from impending doom. Though, if we're being honest, I think you're getting old. You were really slacking out there. It took you longer than an hour to solve the problem. That’s not like you," you teased. You two were too much alike. It was a treat for others to see someone give Tony a taste of his own medicine.

"Just shut up and stitch me up, you irritating-OW!" he cried as you stuck him with a numbing needle.

You smiled menacingly with a facetious tone. "Oops, sorry, Tony!"

He mumbled insults under his breath until you had finished. Once you and your medical team had completed your work on Tony, Natasha, and Clint, you sat down and never wanted to get up again. It had been non-stop patients for the past couple of days. "Is there anyone else that needs to be seen before I pass out?" you called out, hoping that you finally had time to rest.

"Just one if you do not mind." Thor spoke from the doorway. "It seems that my brother needs medical assistance."

He entered the room with a team of S.H.I.E.L.D. soldiers surrounding the wounded god. You had seen him on the news and information screens throughout headquarters, but had yet to stand in his presence. He was clearly exhausted and refused to meet your gaze, instead searching around the room with his piercing green eyes. His hair hung in a mess loosely around his face and his clothes were torn and bloodstained.

Distracted by your distaste for the Norse god, you hadn't realized that you had not given Thor an answer. "Miss Stark?" Thor urged to gain your attention. Instead, the attention he had received was from his brother as he snapped his head up with interest.

" Miss Stark?" Loki questioned with an acidic tone. His eyes then met yours with a challenging stare, freezing you in place. He smiled wickedly, an idea quickly forming in his head before speaking, "What a privilege it is to meet you, Miss Stark."

Refraining from responding with sarcasm, you had instead nodded at Thor, and motioned for Loki to sit so that you could exam him. His gaze seemed to penetrate your soul as he studied you. In his opinion, you had somewhat of a dull appearance. Your facial structure resembled that of your brothers, though you appeared to be much younger. You had hair that was lifted into a binding contraption to be kept up out of your face in an unkempt manner. Your eyes were slightly red from exhaustion and you leered at him with loathing, a look that he was quite used to.

He was also attuned to the fact that there was also a slight hint of curiosity in your eyes as your gaze held his. It seemed as though you were searching for something in his harsh features. Not that you would find anything. Loki was quite talented at keeping his emotions and facial expressions limited. He was the god of mischief after all. What fun would it be if he so easily displayed his true feelings?

You felt uneasy as the god sat for his examination. He didn’t frighten you per se, but you could not deny that he intrigued you. There were so many questions that you wanted to ask, and yet you could hardly stand to look at him, let alone listen to him speak. He was the reason your home was destroyed. He was the cause of the hundreds of deaths in the past several days. You had never met him before now, but already you detested him. Regardless, your opinion of him did not stop you from doing your job, as much as you secretly wanted to refuse his need for medical attention.

Thor stood awkwardly in the doorway watching his brother intently. "I am needed on Level 4. If you are alright, I will take my leave until he is able to return to the detainment facility." You simply nodded your head in agreement, focused on the task at hand.

Loki watched with interest as you scribbled notes onto a clipboard and then proceeded to snap white rubber gloves onto your hands. He could not deny that though he found the human race to be repulsive and unworthy of existence, their ways of living were fascinating to observe. It was like watching ants in a colony. Everyone played their part as they were trained, but their lives were unnecessary and could easily be eradicated with a little force.

His cruel thoughts abruptly ceased when you approached him and without warning placed both of your hands on the side of his face, inspecting his wounds. He instinctively flinched away from your touch, for he was not used to such close interaction with humans. For a brief moment your eyes met, causing a stir within you, and you looked away quickly, which elicited a smirk from the god.

You walked around the room gathering items that you needed to clean and close the wounds. It was difficult with all of the security in the way and you were beginning to feel claustrophobic. "Okay!" you finally snapped. "I need you guys to get out! Please, I cannot work this way! For the love of god, just wait outside!"

One of the soldiers immediately protested, "Ma'am, we do not have clearance to leave the fugitive alone. He needs to be under 24 hour surveillance."

Huffing in response, you replied, "He’s not going to be alone. I will be here. He is restrained and I'm not saying you have to go all the way to the other side of the ship - just outside of the room. You can keep an eye on him right from the door. I am not joking when I say that one of you is going to get stabbed or sliced with one of these tools if you don't clear out!" It wasn’t normal for you to lose your temper so easily, but you were overworked and hadn't slept in the past two days. The cramped quarters were getting to you, and it didn’t help that the source of all of the slaughter was sitting right next to you.

They exchanged glances with one another, finally agreeing to step outside so long as they could see Loki clearly from the glass, which wasn’t an issue with the large windows lining the walls of the room. You could finally breathe once they filed out, giving you the space you needed to work.

Loki remained seated, silently observing his human healer. His eyes widened in surprise as you approached him with a steaming wet cloth and brushed it over his face without any explanation to your actions. "What do you think you’re doing?" he snapped, bemused and irritated.

"I can't tend to your wounds with your face being this dirty. It needs to be cleaned," you replied as you once again swept the cloth over his face.

He noted that you were not being rough with him as others had been. You had a stern, almost angry expression on your face, but you washed his face carefully. "You have a gentle touch, Miss Stark," he remarked placidly.

Confidently, you replied, "You won't be saying that when I'm sticking needles into you." Loki laughed aloud, taken aback and amused by your comment.

After a few more moments of cleansing him, Loki decided to do what he does best, and attempt to get a rise out of you. "So," he began suggestively. "Tell me, Miss Stark-"

"Y/N. Just call me Y/N," you interrupted, pulling the stitching material out of a drawer.

"Very well then," he continued with another wicked smile. "Tell me, Y/N , what is it like living in the shadow of your brother, the genius?"

Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you replied sarcastically, "It's rather cold, actually. I never get to see any sun."

The god chuckled at your quick-witted response. He was beginning to find you to be quite amusing. "I would imagine so. He certainly has everything one should desire to obtain in this life. Wealth, admiration from your kind, power, love…" he trailed off, raising his eyebrows at you, pushing for a response.

Unfazed, you didn’t bother to meet his expectant gaze. Instead, you were focused on the cut on the bridge of his nose as you applied the numbing cream to prepare for stitching. "Yes, my brother is quite the lucky man," you replied flippantly, brushing him off.

You had a close relationship with your brother, but there was no jealousy between the two of you. The things that were important to Tony weren’t important to you. You didn’t really desire wealth, or admiration, or power, or even love for that matter. You found solace in doing your job and living freely without any restrictions.

Foolishly, you thought it would be a good idea to antagonize him further. "You're one to talk, Loki. You should know better than anyone what it's like to live under a shadow," you commented smugly. You knew all about his vendetta against his brother from what the others had told you. "Thor is much bigger than my brother, so I would imagine it’s got to be a much bigger shadow than the one that I’ve supposedly been under."

"Mind your tongue, girl," he snapped. The rage building in his eyes was apparent and frightening as you stared into them. "You know nothing."

"I know enough to understand what kind of man… correction, monster you are, Loki. Don't presume to think you know anything about my life. I have no interest in casual conversation with you. I'm here to do my job, so please, don't make this any more difficult than you already have."

Loki would not stand for being talked down to and he was not about to let her speak to him with such arrogance. "Do not treat me like a child.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from giggling at his wording. "What about this conversation do you find to be humorous?" he asked, annoyed at your nerve.

Still laughing, you answered, "All of it." You noted his puzzled expression as you began stitching his nose, admittedly impressed at his pain tolerance. He did not even flinch as you stitched. Though you should have known, seeing as it would take something equivalent to the Hulk to make him feel pain. "It's just amusing how much power you think you have over people while you're sitting here, restrained and waiting to go back to Asgard with your tail between your legs. You have no power over anyone anymore, so excuse me while I find amusement in your berating."

Loki was stunned; completely speechless, not from surprise, but from complete rage. How dare you. His fists were clenched so tightly he had lost feeling in them. His lip quivered involuntarily as he fought back harsh, cruel words in order to maintain his facade. Oh, you would pay for your insolence, but it would be slow, deliberate, and so painful that you would be down on your knees begging for death, and only after you had pleaded enough and suffered to his liking, would he grant you your wish in the most excruciating way possible.

His lack of a comeback both astounded and unnerved you, though you would never admit it. You couldn't help but briefly wonder what thoughts were cascading through his mind. You had immediately regretted your taunt as soon as you had said it. The worst thing you can do with a psychopath is put yourself on their radar, and you may have just accomplished that.

You had just snipped off the remaining stitching material, finishing your work. "Your words are your best defense, aren't they?" you asked, truly curious about his answer.

"No. Though a worthy and entertaining defense, it is not my best."

"Do I dare ask what your best defense is?" you asked as you began putting away your tools.

" This is my best defense," he whispered directly into your ear, making you jump. It happened in a matter of seconds. You turned your attention towards Loki who had somehow escaped his restraints and stood directly in front of you. You leapt backwards in surprise, not noticing the other Loki behind you, still sitting on the examination chair. While the other Loki distracted you, the real Loki had somehow frozen his chains that were binding him, making it easy for him to break through them with his godly strength.

The moment the double Loki appeared, security had rushed into the room, but Loki was too quick for them. As they had their eyes set on the double next to you, the actual Loki had approached you from behind placing one forceful arm around your neck and the other around your arms, locking you in an iron grasp.

"Surrender now or we will shoot!" one of the soldiers yelled while the others took aim at both gods. Too stunned to fight, you found yourself gasping for air due to his too tight grip around your neck.

"Now," Loki whispered threateningly into your ear. "Humor me, Y/N. Remind me of how powerless I really am."

You had no response as panic started to take hold of you. Loki’s cold, green eyes darted from the soldiers pointing their guns directly at him to the woman he was tightly gripping in his arms. A cunning smile was plastered across his face at the feeling of being in control once again. His double had dissolved into the air, so there was no longer any confusion as to which of the two Loki's was the real one.

"I said, stand down or we will not hesitate to shoot!" the soldier called out once more.

"Give it your best attempt, I urge you," Loki replied calmly. He knew that they would not attack while he held the sister of Tony Stark.

Loki leaned in to whisper in your ear once more, making you shiver. "You see, power is not difficult to acquire. You simply need to know when and where to make your move." Anxious to make you suffer, he grabbed your arms even tighter knowing how easily humans bruised. "I ask you, do you now find me threatening?"

"Take your hands off of me," you hissed in retaliation, fighting the urge to cry out from the ache in your arms. To your dismay, you felt the unsteadiness in your voice betraying your effort to sound brave.

He laughed darkly at your feeble demand. "I would love for you to make me."

"Loki, do we really have to do this again?" asked a familiar voice from the doorway. Loki's attention snapped from you to the man layered in shades of red, white and blue.

"Your ability to sense trouble never ceases to amaze me, Captain Rogers. Do tell me how you easily seem to make an appearance when trouble arises."

"Threats are everywhere, all the time. You just have to know where to look," Steve remarked casually.

A slight jab on the top of his foot distracted Loki for a brief moment. He smiled when he realized what it was. "Did you honestly presume that stomping on my boot would cause me enough pain to release you?" he asked you, highly amused.

Your lack of response confirmed his suspicions. He chuckled before addressing you, "You're going to have to try a lot harder than that. I am a god , you ignorant dullard. I am practically invincible to you pathetic mortals, and you think you can escape my grasp with a weak attack of your heel? Pitiful," he finished with a sneer.

You knew that it was a useless attempt, but you were far from ignorant. What Loki did not consider was that you had no intention of hurting him - but to instead distract him, which you had successfully accomplished.

As Loki scoffed at your endeavor, Steve motioned for one of the other soldiers to leave for backup, hoping it would go unnoticed by the god so that he would be caught off guard.

Once Loki's attention was turned back to the soldiers, Steve urged him once more to surrender, which went quickly dismissed by the god. "Haven't you learned anything by now?" Loki asked angrily. "I will surrender to no one. I am not one who easily falters. I refuse to lie down and be driven into the ground by such a low race of beings. You will be under my rule and I will be king of this world. You do not have the means to contain me forever. There is not a single doubt that dwells in my mind that you shall all fall to my glory, beginning with this wretched excuse for a life in my grasp," he spat as his gaze fell on you.

"You can go to hell," you retaliated against him, though still in immense pain from his grip.

He pressed his face against you so that you could feel his smile against your cheek as he whispered, "What you fail to realize, Y/N, is that I have already been there. You know nothing of hell, but I promise you this…," he murmured as he leaned in impossibly closer to you. "You will."

You hadn’t considered Loki's presence to be truly terrifying until that moment. With those words your blood seemed to turn cold as your breath became shallow and hitched as you remained stiff against his body. He was pleased as he took notice of your fear and laughed silently to himself.

Glancing towards the soldiers, you had wondered if they had heard Loki's cruel words, but by the confused and intrigued face of Captain Rogers, they had not.

Pleased with the desperate expression on their faces, Loki slowly removed his hand and brought you closer to him. Groaning in refusal, you tried to lean away, but you were no match for his strength. He wanted to get a rise out of Captain Rogers and in doing so, he slowly bent down to gently place his lips on your neck, kissing it softly, eyes never leaving the Captain’s enraged face.

Upon feeling the god's lips on your neck, you ripped away, revolted. He pulled you back abruptly, laughing wickedly. "Your courage is short-lived, mortal. Tell me, do you fear death?"

Ignoring him completely, you were too focused on Captain Roger’s bemused expression, which wasn’t what you were expecting. It was as if he was not even looking at you or Loki, but past you both through the window. As much as you wanted to, you didn’t dare glance behind you in fear that you would give away whatever it was that caught his attention.

Unfortunately, Loki had a keen sense and was very aware of his surroundings, immediately taking notice that he no longer held the attention of the group of soldiers. Intrigued, he took a moment to turn around to observe what the others had been so captivated by.

He did not even get the chance to fully face the direction of the distraction. A sudden large blow to his head caused him to release you from his grip. A blunt object had shattered through the glass behind him, pushing him with such force that he fell through the hard walls of the room. Irritated, he pulled himself out of the debris and brushed off his clothing as he faced his assailant.

Iron Man stood before him, guns blazing with Captain America by his side, his own shield raised in defense. Loki tightened his lips together in displeasure as his eyes wandered past them to observe you, quickly being pulled to safety and guarded by the other soldiers.

"I was beginning to think you would fail to make an appearance, Stark," Loki huffed.

"I wouldn't miss an opportunity to battle with the Rock of Ages," Stark sneered, trying to cover his anger with humor.

"By all means," Loki smiled, attempting to provoke him into action, "Enlighten me with your combat expertise."

"I plan to," Stark stated simply, signalling for the other soldiers to remove you from the room.

Loki watched intently as his eyes followed the soldier escorting you out into the hallway. He was nowhere near finished with you yet and would surely see you again soon. It was his new mission.

The moment the two of you had left the room, Loki was blasted back into the wall by an explosive to his chest. He growled with vexation as he once again crawled from the debris. With a sly smirk, he quickly multiplied himself into at least twenty different Loki's scattered all over the room, laughing menacingly. Steve seemed to be fighting empty air as he punched through them, searching for the real Loki.

Stark turned on his heat sensor to scan the room to find the real Loki. Before it was complete he was assaulted from the back of his head, causing his suit to spark from the impact. He quickly turned for a counter attack, but never got the chance. Following his attack on Stark, Loki was cursing and squirming for he had been apprehended and was being held tight within Thor's arms.

"Release me, you ignorant brute!" Loki bellowed, seething in his grasp.

It hardly seemed to be a struggle for Thor to keep Loki locked within his iron grip. "Be reasonable, brother. This is for your own good as well as everyone on this ship."

"You do not actually believe that, do you?" Loki argued against Thor, still trying to separate himself from him. "We are gods ! I should not be treated so lowly! These humans think that they can contain me with their contraptions? They will soon learn otherwise!"

"Take him back to the holding cell," Steve demanded. "We'll maintain the twenty-four hour surveillance to watch over him in case he tries anything else.

Thor held Loki in position while one of the soldiers bound his wrists in chains. Loki sighed in irritation as he refrained from struggling any longer.

He allowed Thor and a team of soldiers to escort him back to the cell he had come to know so well. On the walk back to his prison, his eyes wandered to a room where you were being inspected by the rest of the medical team to ensure you weren’t compromised. When your eyes met Loki's he gave you a wide, wicked smile before he winked, providing an unspoken promise as he passed the room and continued to his holding cell.

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Hours later, much to his annoyance, Loki’s cell was surrounded by the Avengers. He eyed his visitors, pleased at their frustrated, brooding gazes. "What have I done that deserves such an audience?" he asked with false innocence.

Fury stepped forward with a stern gaze. His posture was noticeably stiff as he spoke. "Your attempt to kidnap a civilian was a futile attempt to escape. I cannot begin to wonder what goes on in that head of yours, but did you really think that your plan would work?"

Loki tilted his head back and barked a low, vigorous laugh. "That was not an attempt to kidnap one of your kind. My gesture was a simple greeting and a promise."

"What exactly is that supposed to mean?" asked Fury, suspicion evident in his voice. Loki's lips peeled back from his teeth to reveal a sinful smile for a response.

Tony, still in his Iron Man suit, less the helmet, walked toward the glass that was imprisoning Loki. "And now I have a promise for you; If you even so much as think about laying your hands on my family again, I'll kill you. That’s a promise that I intend to keep." His face was livid, his upper lip curling in loathing at the god.

Steve and Natasha gave Stark a look of warning in response to his provocation, which he either didn’t notice, or blatantly ignored due to being too focused on Loki.

"Such a temper, Mr. Stark." He paused for effect and also to relish in Tony's look of frustration. "I have plans for the rest of you, but for her… she will suffer in ways that you cannot even imagine; not even in your worst nightmares."

Tony punched the glass with the suit, causing the entire cage to shake, compromising its hold. Steve and Clint grabbed Tony to drag him from the room as he shouted profanities, which were drowned out by Loki's maniacal laughter.

Once Tony was out of earshot, Fury turned towards Loki tiredly. "I do not have the patience to sift through your head of craziness to find out what you’re really up to right now, but we have a lot of time. Get comfortable, because you're going to be in here for a long time." He slowly walked out of the room, followed by Natasha and Bruce, leaving Thor alone with his brother.

"Have you no remorse, brother?" Thor asked heatedly with an underlying sadness.

Loki sneered with annoyance. "I have little remorse for those who are so far beneath me."

"You think yourself above them?"

"Well, yes," he replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "I assumed that much was clear."

Thor took a moment to contemplate before asking, "Do you think yourself above me ?"

"I do," Loki simply stated. "You are arrogant, you are reckless, and you do not have what it takes to be a King."

"Tell me, Loki. What are the qualities a true King should possess?" Thor questioned, his anger becoming more apparent. "Is it greed? Selfishness? Pride? If those are indeed the requirements for a King than you truly are well on your way."

"Do not criticize me," Loki warned. "It takes power, insight, strength, knowing your place, and understanding the role of those beneath you."

"You are so blinded by your own jealousy that you cannot see the truth!" Thor shouted, masking his heartache with rage. "Loki, this is madness!"

"Is it madness?" Loki snarled, his lip quivering with rage. "You can keep me locked in this mortal-made contraption as long as you see fit, but you know as well as I do that it will not keep me. The Tesseract may have the power to return us to Asgard, but for how long? I will rule this realm and there is nothing that you, nor any other being can do to stop it. It has been written in the stars, and I will do what I must to ensure my rightful place on the throne." His voice had become a growl and his body shook with fury as he slowly approached the glass in front of Thor.

"You wish to know if I have remorse? You will soon discover how little remorse I have, brother," he spat at the last word. "Now, remove yourself from my presence," he demanded as he turned away from Thor, indicating that the conversation was finished.

Thor sighed, his heart filled with grief. "I shall not give up hope for you. I believe that one day you will come to your senses and willingly reclaim your place amongst us in Asgard - your home."

"Leave me!" Loki demanded, still turned from his brother.

He waited a moment before he heard Thor's heavy footsteps leaving the room, shutting the large door behind him without another word.

It was not long before he heard the door open once more, softer footsteps approaching his cage. "I will not say it again!" he shouted angrily. "I am in no mood for your lecture!"

"I didn't come here to lecture you," replied a smooth, calm voice.

Loki whipped around, surprised to see you standing alone before him. He eyed you carefully before speaking. "What has possessed you to speak with me if not to lecture me?"

"I'm a curious person. I have questions," you answered simply.

"And you presumed that I would hand them over to you without any fuss?" he asked in return.

A slight smile graced the corners of your mouth. "No, which is why I thought I would use my charm and wit to obtain them."

"You're as arrogant as your brother," Loki scoffed, meaning to sound harsh but instead came across as amused.

"And you're selfish, unlike your brother," you pointed out flippantly.

Loki fought the urge to roll his eyes. Instead he held your gaze patiently, waiting for you to avert your gaze in discomfort at the intense eye contact. When you didn't, he stepped closer to you, curiosity overcoming his psychological tactics. Breaking his focus, his eyes fell to the bandage wrapped around your wrist that he had apparently injured when he held you. You took notice and lifted it up to give him a better view. "You didn't break it," you began. "It’s just a sprain."

"I know," he plainly stated.

"You know?"

He nodded.

"What was the point? It hurt like hell, but you’re back to where you started, so I really don’t see how hurting me did you any favors," you stipulated.

Growing bored of the discussion, he quickly changed the subject. "You spoke of questions you sought answers to. Do not waste my time any further. Ask them," he demanded.

You were slightly taken aback by his somewhat compliant demeanor, but didn’t dwell on it too long. "Why didn't you kill me? You could have done so easily. Why didn't you?"

Loki huffed, already irritated with you. "Was it not obvious? I needed you as leverage to escape."

Still watching him carefully, you took a moment before replying. "Liar."

"Take care how you speak, girl," he warned.

Stepping closer towards the glass imprisoning him, you continued, "If you were so intent on escaping you could have done so much more easily than hiding behind me like a coward."

"I am no coward!" he bellowed, coming forward, rage evident in his piercing green eyes. "I am a god, and I fear nothing ! Especially fragile, pathetic mortals."

Swallowing thickly, you felt uneasy, but stood your ground. "Why is power so important to you?"

He growled and began pacing around his cell trying desperately to maintain his sanity. "You need to leave," he snapped.

"You haven't answered any of my questions," you protested, not at all happy with how abruptly the conversation came to an end.

To your surprise, he then threw himself against the glass, fuming. "You damn fool! I did not kill you because that would be too easy and too quick! Your lack of respect for me is insufferable and you shall pay for your insolence!"

The grin you had on your face fell the more he spoke, true terror arising within you. "It will be my dearest pleasure - my sincerest delight to make you suffer. I crave to see the look in your eyes as I am ripping the skin from your bones, you intolerable quim. That is why I did not kill you!"

He relished in your frightened expression as you stepped back from the glass, the shock of the situation evident in your movements. "As for power, I do not seek it, I deserve it," he hissed. "I was born to be a King, and with that comes power. I am burdened with glorious purpose, something that you will never understand." When he was finished, he was breathless, panting due to his emotional outburst.

Still taken aback by his violent and threatening words, you prodded your cheek with your tongue in thought. Just like your brother, you were nothing if not persistent, and though you feared for your life, you were not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. "Well," you spoke airily before turning around to walk out of the room, "I'm sure that in the end you'll get everything you deserve, Loki."

He knew the true meaning behind your words as you exited, but said nothing. He quickly grew tired of this game and needed to put his plan into action. It was time for him to break free of this absurd cage and begin his new life as King of Midgard.

Once finally back in your suite, you didn't waste any time in heading for your shower, turning on the hot water, undressing and stepping in. You exhaled a sigh of relief as the steaming water engulfed you, finally able to wash away all of the grime, blood, and dirt that had gathered on you over the past couple of days.

As you cleansed yourself, you heard someone calling your name distantly. Irritated by the interruption, you stuck your head outside of the shower to answer. "I'm in here! What do you need?" you called out.

No response.

Shrugging your shoulders, you continued with your shower. Not even a minute later, you heard your name again. The voice was low and soft, sounding close by. Once again you shouted out, "Yes? I'm in the bathroom. Who's there?"

Once again, there was no response.

Huffing impatiently, you quickly rinsed so you could find out what was going on. You stepped out of the shower carefully into the steamy room, wrapping a towel around yourself. Walking past the mirror, you noticed something odd in the foggy reflection. Pausing for a moment, you wiped away the steamy layer covering it. Staring at your reflection, you froze in shock. Red liquid was falling from your eyes in small droplets, leaving trails of scarlet down your face. Hesitantly, you touched your fingertips to your cheek and pulled them away to view the liquid substance that you now understood was blood. There was no denying it; you worked around it every day.

Beginning to panic, your breath quickened as your heartbeat thrummed faster while you looked from the blood on your fingers to the streaks on your face, all the while more blood was falling from your eyes.

Hyperventilating, you turned to grab some tissues to dab them on your face to wipe away the blood, but when you inspected the tissue, there was no blood.

Glancing back to the mirror, your sanity came into question as you realized that you were no longer crying blood. Stunned, you blinked your eyes several times to make sure that everything was alright. Clearly you had become deranged from lack of sleep and mental exhaustion.

During your panic, you heard a familiar chilling laugh echoing softly throughout the bathroom. Whipping around to investigate, you tried to determine where it was coming from, but saw no one. That's when it occurred to you what had just happened.

Outraged, you hastily clothed yourself with a tank top and shorts before stomping your way out of your room and across the ship to the containment facility holding the mischievous god.

Bursting through the doors and fuming with annoyance, you addressed him bitterly. "What the hell kind of game do you think you're playing?" you questioned furiously.

He smiled crookedly before replying in a mocking tone, "Do I look to be in a gaming mood?"

"How dare you!" you roared, your loud voice bouncing off of the walls in the large room. "How the hell did you even do that? Your powers are supposed to be contained in there! And what was the point? What, you think by messing with me I’m going to race in here and just let you out? You’re not as crafty as you think, Loki! You’re not Shawshaking your way out of there."

"I am unfamiliar with your references," he replied, eyes boring into yours. "But you should not have made the mistake of underestimating me."

"What is it that you want from me?" you asked, your rage quickly diminishing into exasperation. "Why do you find the need to keep torturing everyone around you?"

"Your torture has only begun," he promised as he seethed from behind the glass.

"Stay the hell away from me, Loki."

"I plan to do the exact opposite, Miss Stark," he replied with an acidic tone.

Preparing a snappy retort, you opened your mouth to respond, but before the words even left your mouth the room went dark. It was pitch black around you, and you couldn't even see an inch in front of your face. A loud bang rang through the room and the floor beneath you started to shake. You quickly turned to try and run to find your way back to the door, but you were violently grabbed from behind. Before you could try to scream your mouth was aggressively covered by a rough, cold hand. The chilling sound of Loki's low voice started to whisper words into your ear that you couldn’t even begin to decipher. It took a moment for you to realize that he was speaking in another language. Moments later, your mind went hazy and your consciousness started to slip away as you unwillingly drifted off into a deep sleep.

The involuntary shivering of your body is what woke you. Scrunching your forehead and eyes fluttering open, you fought to regain clarity as your mind recollected what had happened before you passed out. Forcing yourself to sit up, you groaned aloud in protest of the soreness of your body. When your vision cleared, you outwardly gasped at your surroundings.

You were lying on a king-sized bed with a canopy overhead, so comfortable that you almost didn’t want to get up. Looking around, you noticed that you were surrounded by regal decour in a large room. There was a fireplace on the wall opposite you with fancy, velvety couches in the middle of the room, facing each other with a small table in between. Vintage damask green and gold designs lining the walls with a golden trim along the dark, plush carpet. What held your attention most of all was the fact that there were no windows or doors of any kind - only solid walls.

A shiver ran through you again, causing you to instinctively wrap your arms around your shuddering form to try to retain some warmth. Where were you and how the hell could you have gotten here?

"Hello?" you croaked out due to your dry throat.

No answer.

Clearing your throat to evoke some volume, you screamed at the top of your desperate for someone to acknowledge your presence.

"There's no need to raise your voice to such a level," responded an intense, velvety voice.

Turning to your left in the corner of the room, you saw the mischievous god, sitting casually in a chair, legs crossed, watching you intently. "Loki!" you snapped, your chest tightening at your situation. "Where the hell did you take me?"

“I believe that I had promised to make you suffer, my dear. To break such a promise would undoubtedly prove to be imprudent, would it not?"

Still shaking, you forced yourself out of the bed and onto your feet, daringly stepping closer to your captor. "Tell me where we are, Loki," you demanded.

The corner of his mouth lifted slightly into an arrogant smirk, which irritated you. "Our current location is irrelevant, for you will be begging for death soon enough."

The malice in his voice was evident, which only encouraged you to be more aggressive. "You're even more insane than I thought."

He stood up then, his movement graceful and unnaturally fluid. Walking towards you in gentle strides, he seemed to glide towards you, his black and green robes flowing as he moved. When he reached you, you stood your ground, too upset to think clearly. His hand snapped forward, roughly wrenching your face closer to his, earning an involuntary groan of protest. You could already feel the bruises forming on your cheeks due to his fingers gripping you so tightly.

"Take care how you speak," he threatened dangerously as he relished at your exclamation of pain. "Allow me to make this perfectly clear; you are going to expire here, Miss Stark. I have brought you here to ensure your much-deserved anguish. Your outbursts and insults have been uncouth and not at all appropriate for your future King. I shall use you to set an example for all those who believe that there is hope. I intend to not only break your spirit, Y/N, but your earthly body as well. When I am finished with you, I will return your corpse to your dear brother so that he may see my good work. Do you understand me, mortal?"

The malevolence in his eyes as he spoke shook you to your core. His words were venomous and cut through you like daggers, and the weight of them prevented you from thinking of anything to say in response…

So you spat in his face.

He pushed you away with so much force that you fell backwards onto the floor, taking the opportunity to crawl back as far as you could to distance yourself while Loki made noises of disgust. You didn’t get very far since the large bed was right behind you.

"You foolish wretch! Where do you find the audacity?" he bellowed, wiping away your saliva from his face. "You're more trouble than you're worth," he complained as he picked you up, tossing you over his shoulder as if you were a rag doll.

You landed with a thud as he threw you onto one of the sofas in front of the fireplace. With a wave of his hand, you found your wrists and legs bound together in rope while a cloth forced its way around your head in front of your mouth, preventing you from speaking clearly.

You stared daggers at Loki, not missing the way he grinned as he inspected your, admiring his handiwork. Your protests and explicatives were muffled due to the cloth, and sadly uninterpretable.

Loki chuckled as he stood over you, extending his arm to brush back the hair that had fallen forward when he carried you. "I very much prefer you this way," he commented on your inability to speak.

The glare you gave him could have destroyed even the hulk if it had any power behind it. However, he wasn’t fazed in the slightest. "I am truly curious as to what you're attempting to say, dear Y/N. Please, enlighten me," he cooed deceptively, snapping his fingers.

Relief quickly turned to embarrassment as you released a quiet sob once the gag was removed. Loki's lips peeled back into a satisfied grin, making you want to slap it right off of him.

He moved closer to you, his posture stiff with his hands held behind his back in an elegant stance. "For one who seems unable to control her tongue, you seem to be at a loss for words," he teased slyly.

Instead of bellowing slurs like you had originally wanted, you simply laughed, causing Loki's forehead to crease with curiosity. "You know, Loki," you took a moment to pause while you released a frustrated sigh. "You think you're so superior to me and to humans in general, but if you would take a moment to consider it, we're not so different."

"Your theory is fascinating," he retorted with mock interest.

Not commenting further, you interpreted his intense gaze as an indication to continue. "It's evident that you're in search of something that you aren't getting in your realm, wherever the hell it is that you're from."

"Asga-... Jötunheimr," he nearly spat with distaste.

"Okay, fine," you continued. "Like a lot of humans, you seem to want the impossible. You may have powers and supernatural strength, agility, etcetera, but you're still a lost soul, trying to find your purpose in life."

Loki's eyes narrowed dangerously causing a chill to run through you, but you continued regardless. "Additionally, you, like many humans, are selfish, cruel, and ruthless. The only difference, is that even underneath all of that, most humans have an underlying sense of decency and goodness. You, on the other hand, will never be more than a conceited child - throwing fits and demanding attention. So, before you put yourself on a pedestal, recognize where you stand among every race of beings that you've encountered. You're hated by humans, gods, and from what I can tell, also by any other creature you have come across. You are no better than them. You're not superior to any of us."

Involuntarily, you found yourself cowering slightly as Loki’s expression went blank, slowly reaching for your face. Just as before, he painfully jabbed his thumb and finger into your cheeks as he brought your face closer to his own. His upper lip quivered with rage as he seethed at you. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he spoke dangerously lowly. "I will show you just how different we are, Miss Stark."

Still holding your gaze with his own, your eyes widened when his emerald green orbs slowly started to change from the light color to a pool of red and black. Captivated by his eyes, you did not even notice his skin changing color as well into a frosty blue until he brought his other hand towards you to hold your throat tightly enough so that it was difficult to breathe, but not so harshly as to cut off air completely.

Regardless of his actions, you were awestruck by his appearance. He was unlike anything you’d ever seen. It was known that he wasn’t biologically Asgardian, but you had never pictured him to look this way. He looked menacing, sure, but there was also a mystifying factor and even a sense of beauty about him. It was strangely mesmerizing.

He quickly resorted back to his familiar coloring as he continued to clutch your throat tightly. "I easily grow tired of your senseless rants, mortal. Perhaps I should permanently resolve the issue," he said as he gave your throat an extra squeeze before viciously thrusting you back onto the couch, releasing his grip and standing over you once more.

Clutching your throat and coughing at the intrusion, you couldn’t contain your facial expression as you looked him over.

"Do not pity me," he snapped.

Surprised that he knew exactly what you were thinking, you replied, "You make it hard for me not to pity you, Loki. You have such misplaced rage and it’s just… it’s very sad.”

A surprise shriek escaped you when he unexpectedly wrenched you from the couch. One of Loki's hands gripped the hair at the back of your head tightly and the other was positioned around your waist, pressing you close to his form. "Let go of me," you grunted as you pushed against his chest.

He was like a solid rock against your attempts to create some space. You shivered as his raspy voice came close to your ear. "One way or another, you, you will show me respect. Even if I have to rip it out of you as death envelopes you, I will have it. It would suit you well to accept that now rather than later."

Before you had a chance to respond he dropped you to the floor. You released a painful grunt as you hit the ground hard, eliciting a frustrated sigh from the god. "Your incessant mewling is pathetic and I can no longer tolerate it."

"Oh, excuse me for not handling being kidnapped and thrown around like a champ," you snapped, earning yourself an exasperated eye roll from Loki as he bent over to effortlessly pick you up, uncharacteristically being more gentle than he had previously as he carried you in his arms and tossed you onto the bed.

“I must take my leave,” he mumbled, turning away from you.

“What?!” you all but shrieked. “You can’t just leave me here! For fuck’s sake, what do you want with me?”

“All in good time, Miss Stark,” he promised with a wink.

With your hands and feet still bound, he left you to your thoughts as he snapped his fingers and faded into nothing.

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Heimdall could watch no more. He turned his gaze away from Loki, stricken by his actions.

"Good Heimdall, what troubles you?" asked a soft, regal voice.

"My Queen, I fear that I have only remorseful news to bring you."

Frigga placed her hand upon Heimdall's large shoulder and looked kindly into his eyes. "Tell me, Heimdall."

With his alert eyes meeting Frigga’s expectant blue ones, he responded as thoughtfully as possible. "It is Loki, my Queen. He is unyielding in his search for power and his scheming knows no end. I do not yet know of his plans, but he is adamant on supremacy and revenge. He has recently taken upon himself to indulge in the captivity and torture of humans, one in particular."

The Queen’s eyes were tired and filled with grief. "Heimdall, I believe it may be time to take matters into my own hands."

"If I may be so bold, what is it you plan to do?"

Frigga stepped to the edge of the rainbow bridge where the Bifrost once stood and looked upon the endless galaxy before her, taking a moment of reflection before her reply. "I will provide Loki with what he has craved for so long… love and adoration from humans." She turned to meet Heimdall's curious gaze. "One in particular."

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"Tony, you need to calm down," Natasha urged quietly, demonstrating one of her many talents by power of persuasion. Unfortunately for her, Stark was not as easily swayed as her previous targets had been.

Tony was leaning on the counter top, holding his head in his hands, and tightly gripping his hair in anger and frustration.

Bruce stepped closer to the hot-headed Tony Stark, avoiding the shards of glass spread across the floor due to Tony's fit of rage that was taken out on his own mini bar. "I know that what you're going through is difficult, but you're directing your rage in the wrong area."

"The big guy knows better than anyone," chimed in Clint from the corner, leaning against the wall, crossing his arms in an almost bored posture. “You should listen to him.”

Bruce fought the urge to roll his eyes. "I do know what I'm talking about. You need to separate yourself from the situation. Take a step back, and try to think clearly."

That made Tony’s head snapped up, his hair slightly out of place from his grip. His brown eyes darted around the room in a panic before they settled on Bruce. "How exactly do you expect me to remove myself from this outlandish situation, Banner?" He stepped around the bar, walking closer to the remaining Avengers, the glass loudly crunching beneath his shoes with every step. "Y/N is my goddamn sister. I’m responsible for her, and I failed to protect her. How can I step away from that?"

"Mr. Stark, with all due respect, Y/N is an adult. You are not her bodyguard and you are not responsible for what happens to her." Tony's head whipped around so fast it was almost unnatural, his glare now falling on the man dressed in patriotic colors, standing on the far left of the room with a somber look on his face.

"Tell me, Rogers," Tony nearly spat. "Who have you had to look after? You are responsible for no one but yourself. Everyone you knew or cared for has passed on. You have absolutely no comprehension as to where my responsibilities lie with my sister."

Steve's jaw tightened at Tony's harsh words. His thoughts immediately went to the last World War he took part in. He remembered the look in his friend's eyes as they widened with fear as he plummeted from the train into the dark, snowy ravine. He had failed to protect his friend. He knew all too well what Stark was feeling, but he had learned to cope with the loss by convincing himself that it was out of his control and no one was to blame.

"I think what we're all getting at is that instead of standing around arguing, we should come up with a plan and execute it. In order to do that, we need clear heads so that we can think reasonably," the soldier spoke with patience.

"What exactly are you insinuating?" Clint asked, still in his relaxed stance, arms still crossed. "A rescue mission? Because the last time I checked, no one had any idea of Loki's whereabouts and there's nothing that we have that will lead us to him. We have absolutely nothing to go on."

"That's not exactly true," Natasha advised, interrupting Clint's rant. "We have him ," she insinuated as she pointed towards Thor.

Everyone's attention turned towards Thor who had been waiting silently by the door, gazing out of the window lost in his thoughts over the situation they had found themselves to be in. Turning his gaze towards Natasha, he asked, "Me?"

"Yes, you," she answered. "You know Loki better than any of us. You know his habits and behaviors. Where is somewhere that he would go to hold someone captive and remain hidden?"

Thor's face was somber and he carried a sad, defeated expression on his face, which was not one he expressed often. "You forget that I have been estranged from Loki for quite some time. He attempted to end my life several times. The ties that bind us have been broken and I may not know him as well as I once thought. I may not be of any help."

"It's worth a shot," The Captain spoke sternly, nodding to Thor for him to continue.

Thor lifted his fisted hand to his chin, a motion he did when he was deep in thought. He sifted through his thoughts and spoke them aloud. "Loki is no fool, but he is a creature of habit. He will seek a place that is remote and not easily accessible."

Clint chuckled quietly in the corner. "Well, that's specific." His laughing was instantly silenced when he caught a glimpse of Tony's glare. "Anything else?" he asked, hoping to avert Tony's attention away from him.

Thor continued as if he was uninterrupted. "Loki does not take well to defeat. He will return with a vengeance, which is perhaps why he has taken your sister. He may have plans for her, or it may have just been a ruse to disorient S.H.I.E.L.D. Regardless, I know that he is plotting revenge, not only on me, but the rest of you as well." He paused as he gazed out of the window again. "I do not have Heimdall's sight, and I cannot return home without Loki, and even if I did there would be no way for me to return to Earth. However, there may be a way to contact Heimdall and he may lend us his sight so that we may find my brother. Until then, all we can do is wait and you must search for any abnormal occurrences throughout your planet."

Bruce sighed, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes in frustration. "That's easier said than done," he remarked tiredly. "This is a large planet."

"This is true," Thor continued. "But knowing Loki he will make an appearance and it will be drastic. He enjoys toying with other beings and he will grow restless if he is kept hidden for too long. He craves attention and it will not take him long to draw you to him, whether that is his intention or not."

"So basically your solution is to sit back and wait?" Tony accused angrily.

Thor nodded. "For now, that is all that can be done."

"That's bullshit!" Tony shouted, completely losing his temper. "I refuse to sit here and wait around for a sign that we may or may not catch! Are you aware that my sister could be dead by now?"

Fully turning his concentration towards Tony, Thor answered, "It is a possibility, though highly unlikely."

"I will not stand by and do nothing," Tony seethed. "I will find her."

Slowly, Thor walked over to Tony and placed one of his large hands on Stark's shoulder in a reassuring way. "My friend, your mind is clouded with anger. I am aware of your need to find your sister, but do you even know where to begin?"

"That's not the point –"

"That is the point," interrupted Thor. "I urge you to just allow us a day or two to sort this out."

Tony's jaw clenched with impatience. "It's been too long already."

"I know," said Thor dejectedly. "But please, just a bit more time."

Tony thrust Thor's hand from his shoulder, even more heated than before. "Am I the only one who's first concern is Y/N?" His behavior was close to hysterical at this point. “I’m going after her. Now.”

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Loki walked with a steady pace towards the bedchamber where you were being held. He was unsure of his feelings as thoughts raced through his mind as he walked. He should be content with keeping you here as his prisoner. He had all the leverage he needed with Tony Stark’s sister at his disposal, and yet he felt… unfulfilled.

When he materialized in the room, his forehead creased in confusion as he saw you lying on the bed, contently singing to yourself. He had assumed that you would be in as much of a sour mood as you had previously been. Something wasn’t right.

Sensing another presence, you had turned to see who had entered your room and beamed with excitement as your eyes rested upon Loki.

His brow rose in skepticism as you stepped down from the bed and approached him. Too stunned to react, he allowed you to wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace, sighing with contentment. “I’ve been waiting for you,” you murmured into his chest.

Completely at a loss for words, he gawked at you, dumbfounded as you released him and stared into his eyes, not a single trace of malice or loathing found in them. "I've missed you," you cooed with an inviting grin before you leaned up towards him and placed your lips softly on his own.

Coming to his senses, Loki aggressively pushed you off of him, causing you to stumble backwards, though you managed to catch yourself from falling. He didn’t miss the fact that you looked truly hurt and confused.

"What's the matter with you?" you asked, the pain evident in your voice.

He swallowed thickly, his eyes transfixed on you in shock. What had happened to you? Could it have been the isolation? You couldn’t have been alone for more than a few hours. Were humans truly this delicate? Had he broken your mind? So many more questions raced through his mind as the silver-tongued god found himself at a loss for words.

You waited patiently for an answer, you own eyes searching his mystified emerald ones. A few more moments passed before he finally spoke. "Your mind is not your own," he finally decided.

“Excuse me?”

He turned his gaze from you, and mumbled out loud, "Being around my power must have affected you more than I had anticipated." His fists clenched in anger as he continued to talk to himself. "This was not my intention. You were supposed to remain the same."

"Stop mumbling Loki, I can't hear you," you urged with frustration, puzzled by his behavior. You continued to edge towards him carefully until you were directly in front of him, close enough to feel his breath on your face. Placing your hands around his muscular upper arms, you squeezed with reassurance. "You really need to relax. There's no need to get so easily stressed," you said softly as you placed another brief kiss on his lips.

Stunned that he once again allowed you to kiss him, his mind began to race even more so than before. This was not possible. Too much exposure to power would have left you broken and incoherent. It would not have changed your entire personality into one of a lovesick being.

Of course! How did he not see this before? It was a game. You were toying with him in hopes of finding a way to escape. Not at all in imminent danger, you were eliciting a facade and now you were going to try to convince him that your disgust had been replaced with loving thoughts for him. What a clever girl!

He grinned with satisfaction as he put the pieces together in his head and finally allowed his eyes to lock onto yours. He would play your game… and he would win.

He slowly placed his hand on the back of your head to aggressively take a handful of your hair and force your lips to his. The brutality of his actions caused you to whimper in pain at first, but as the kiss deepened, your noises turned into small moans of passion. Together, your lips moved in a synchronized motion as Loki slid his tongue along your bottom lip, silently demanding entrance. He chuckled into your mouth as you quickly opened up to him and allowed him to explore your mouth with his hot, wet muscle.

He was slightly taken aback when you fought back against him for dominance, your hands reaching behind his neck and pulling yourself even nearer to him. Still not feeling close enough, you jumped up onto him, causing him to stumble back in surprise. Quickly, he released your hair and placed a hand on each of your legs, hiking you upwards so that you were now level with him while your feet no longer touched the floor.

Refusing to yield, Loki then carried you over to the bed. He roughly tossed you onto the bed, hardly giving you time to catch your breath as you landed with an "oof" before he was on top of you again, his lips capturing yours in a fight for dominance.

Turning your head to the side to steal a few breaths of air, Loki wasted no time as he moved his lips down your jaw to your neck and sucked lightly, eliciting quiet whimpers from you as you trembled beneath him.

"Loki," you finally managed to speak, your voice straining. He ignored you and continued to kiss and lick the soft skin tissue of your neck. Fighting to keep coherent, you complained, "Loki, wait a minute. Your armor is too heavy."

Loki ceased his physical exploration. He was winning at your little game and he could sense your retreat getting closer. Your odd statement was a request for him to remove his protection and leave himself more vulnerable to you. Though you were a mere mortal, too weak to hurt him even with his armor removed, he was skeptical as to why you did not come to that conclusion yourself.

He smiled deviously at you before his body began to emit a golden glow with bright rays forming around his armor before it faded away, revealing his slender form in a dark green robe along with black trousers. Sighing with relief as the extra weight lifted, you gave him a thankful smile in return.

"Is this better?" he asked, staring down at you, now even more alert than before. He was waiting for you to make your move and when you did, he would be ready for it.

"Much better," you answered, grinning.

"Excellent." Loki did not waste any time in capturing both of your hands into one of his as he held them in a tight grip above your head as he leaned towards you and continued to kiss you as he had before. He used his other hand to begin to explore your body, knowing that you would break soon. You arched your back, pressing your chest against his. He stilled for a moment, shocked that this was actually earning a slight reaction from him, causing a small bulge to form in his trousers. This would not do. He had to break you sooner than he had planned.

His hand made its way to your jeans and he quickly succeeded in unbuttoning them before slowly pulling down the zipper. Midgardian clothes were foreign to him, but it was easy enough to figure out how to work them. Hiking your pants down just slightly, it allowed himself enough room to give his large hands entrance to your most private of areas. He knew that you would never allow him to touch you there.

He cautiously edged his hand into your pants towards and waited. This earned a moan of desire from you, which caused him to halt completely. He removed his lips and hands from you before climbing off of you with a look of bewilderment on his face.

"Loki?" you asked breathlessly as you looked him over. "What's wrong?"

His teeth clenched, the feeling of defeat evoking rage. "Did you really think that this would work?" he seethed.

"What are you talking about?" you asked as you sat forward on the bed, buttoning your pants, figuring that your moment of intimacy was done for the time being.

He turned to stare daggers at you, his cold stare turning your blood to ice. "Did you really believe that I would stoop so low as to take a repulsive mortal into my bed? Your plan was poorly executed. You are a fool to think that you could deceit the god of lies!" He had risen from the bed, his armor had returned to his body and he was shaking with rage.

Gaping at him, you were unsure of what to say. Eventually, your anger got the better of you. "Maybe you should have thought of that before you brought me here! My mortality hasn’t stopped you yet, so why is it such a problem now?"

His brows came together in annoyance and perplexity. "You cannot possibly think that I would fall for your far-fetched tale of ignorance!"

Standing up from the bed, not a single trace of fear evident in your face, you walked closer to him, your eyes blazing. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about. How dare you," you spat, causing his eyes to widen. "You've got a lot of nerve, Loki."

A thought then crossed his mind as he searched your eyes for a hint of a lie, but he could find none. Somehow, you had formed an alternate reality in your subconscious, one in which they were coupled and dwelled together in cohabitation.

He relaxed his shoulders a bit and released much of his anger in a long sigh, but remained cautious. "Humor me, Y/N. What do you remember about yesterday?"

You crossed your arms in annoyance at his request. He fought the urge to smirk at your childish stance. "You brought me here from S.H.I.E.L.D.’s Air Base," you finally answered. "You said that you had business to take care of and you left. I made myself comfortable and sat by the fire until I got too tired. Then, I fell asleep in the bed, and when I woke up, you were here."

He was baffled. Her memory was completely skewed from reality. You truly believed that is how yesterday’s events occurred. He hardly noticed your hand take hold of his own. The foreign feeling of tender skin-to-skin contact caused him to jerk back a bit, but he did not break the hold.

"Loki, what’s wrong? Please, tell me."

"I'm not sure," he quickly answered, not really considering your question for he was lost in his own thoughts. After a moment of reflection, he leaned in towards you, mere inches from your face and stared deeply into your eyes.

You were confused, but stayed completely still, frozen under his intense gaze.

Loki took a moment to memorize every characteristic in your blazing orbs before quietly asking, "Do you love me?"

Bewildered, your expression instantly turned into one of adoration as you smiled. Your eyes suddenly filled with such love that it almost physically hurt him, causing him to stumble back a few steps as if he had been hit hard in the gut. Before he stepped back too far, you grabbed him by his leather collar and brought him closer as you placed your lips on his unmoving cold ones.

As if you didn't notice his lack of response, you deepened the kiss, showing him just how much you loved him through this simple gesture. Loki's defensive shields started to crumble until he completely lost himself in the thought of your mouth on his and your hands reaching up to his neck to stroke the hair that fell over his collar.

He wrapped his arms around you, drawing you nearer to him as he deeply inhaled, enthralled by your scent. It was as if he couldn't get enough of you in that moment. He wanted to continue holding you until the two of you simply became one person.

As his mouth hungrily devoured your, his head was screaming at him. He was kissing a mortal; a disgusting, pathetic, and worthless excuse for a life. A creature that had he been successful in his attempt to enslave the Earth would have been dead the moment you insulted him for the first time. He may have even killed you simply for the fact that you were the sibling of his hated rival, Iron Man.

Upon these thoughts entering his mind, his lips froze in place causing you to notice his hesitation and pull back. Loki cursed himself for the moment their lips separated he wanted to draw you back to him. He craved you, and he loathed himself for it.

"Loki?" you asked, noticing his far away gaze as he fought with himself over his feelings.

Not a moment later, you felt yourself being crushed painfully into the wall behind you, Loki gripping your arms painfully tight.

Refusing to wince in pain, you met Loki's challenging stare with a blazing one of your own. He was breathing heavily in anger, unable to tear his emerald eyes away from yours. Before he could comprehend his own actions, his mouth was on yours, hungrily devouring you.

Instead of refusing him as he had expected, you responded positively and moaned into his mouth as he plunged his tongue into your lips, tasting you, reveling in your deliciously sweet flavor.

Hungry for more, you grabbed the collar of his leather armor and shoved him back. Due to his complete loss of coherent thought during the kiss, he was caught off guard, baffled by your sudden abrasive actions.

He soon realized your intentions as he saw the lust in your eyes and smirked at your obvious arousal. You glided forward and continued to push him lightly, guiding him until he reached the edge of an empty desk at the other end of the room. In an aggressive manner, you took it upon yourself to jump onto him, gripping his hips tightly with your legs as he wrapped his arms around your lower half, cradling your bottom in his hands as he held you steady. You tangled your hands in his hair and forced his mouth to yours, almost angrily.

As your lithe body writhed against him, he felt the urge to explore more of you. He turned around and placed you on the desk, leaving his hands free to roam your body as you continued to kiss lustfully.

His thoughts began to flash like static in his mind. He was repulsed, yet aroused, and his arousal was clearly overpowering his disgust. Loki wondered to himself how long it had been since he had bedded a woman. He had never taken a mortal into his bed, but if he were to choose a mortal to lay with, he could think of no better one than you. Whether or not he desired to bed you for revenge, or for his own personal needs, he did not know, but he wasn’t about to stop to consider it either.

Without breaking the kiss, Loki lifted you effortlessly into his arms and swiftly carried you to the bed. He gently laid you down on the sheets, immediately missing the contact with your skin. Still standing, he could do nothing but stare at you, dumbfounded as to what he should do next. He silently cursed himself as you watched him with an intense gaze. He was not a shy man. With women he had laid with before, he had no problems having his way with them, but he was unable to do so with you.

He licked his lips in frustration as he fought with himself as to what his next actions should be. He did not expect you to be impatient and was taken by surprise as you raised from your relaxed position into a kneeling posture and began to remove your shirt, suggestively locking eyes with him. Loki forced himself to remain steady with every piece of clothing you removed.

When the only clothing that remained were your delicates, you raised one finger and seductively urged him forward, biting your lip in anticipation. Forgetting his incessant need for dominance, Loki stepped forward hesitantly until he was kneeling on the bed. Agonizingly slowly, you began to remove his heavy leather and metal armor from his slender, yet muscular form.

Becoming impatient, Loki began to help you with the removing of his clothes until all that was covered was his own private area. Instead of attempting to remove it, you glanced upward into Loki's intense gaze. Even while you were both kneeling he towered over you.

Lifting your hand to lightly stroke his cheek, you then placing both hands in his hair to draw him towards her so you could kiss him lovingly. Loki began to push himself into you, causing you to lie down on your back while he hovered over you, anxious for more.

With his godly strength, he ripped away your bra and panties, leaving you bare before him. He then wasted no time in removing the last of his clothing as well, revealing his obscenely large cock, prominently jutting forward for attention.

Loki returned to planting kisses on your neck, sucking gently as he made his way to your breasts. You whimpered as he took both of the peaks into his fingers and squeezed gently. He then settled his mouth on one of them, flicking his tongue all around the hardening flesh. Biting your lip, you tried to contain the screams that were building up from his actions. Unable to contain them any longer, you lost control the moment his calloused fingers slipped into you.

The pace was maddening as he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of you while his thumb rubbed in vigorous circles against your clit, all the while his other hand working your breasts. Incoherent syllables escaped you as he continued exploring your body. When his fingers were replaced by his tongue in your core, you could feel the blood circulation leaving your hands as you gripped the sheets with all your strength. Writhing against him, his tongue pumped in and out of you before moving up to lap at your clit while he pressed his fingers inside of you once again.

Before you went completely over the edge, you pushed him off aggressively. He pulled back, perplexed by your sudden change in demeanor. Your expression was animalistic as you dug your nails into his arms and pulled him around so that you could straddle him and imitated his moves from before by kissing your way down his neck, occasionally nipping softly, making him hiss in arousal. Sliding down his body, you looked from his pleading eyes to his throbbing member right in front of your face.

Taking his cock in your hand, you began by running your tongue up and down his slit as you felt him tremble against you. Settling your mouth around the tip of his girth, you sucked gently, letting your tongue flick and swirl all around it. You almost came at the sight of him after you looked up to see him close his eyes and open his mouth slightly, lips quivering and gasping slightly every time your tongue slid across his slit.

You took all of him into your mouth at that point. He threw his head back and groaned loudly with satisfaction. With each thrust you bobbed your head, occasionally grazing the underside of his cock with your teeth. His fingers tangled themselves into your hair, forcing you further onto his shaft. You hummed against him, making him cry out even louder. You sensed he was getting close so you removed yourself from him, eliciting a whine from the god.

You smiled playfully at him, which earned a forceful change of position while he grabbed you and laid you beneath him once more. He kissed you softly before pulling away and begging you with his eyes for entry. You nodded and pulled him into another kiss as he slowly entered you. Whimpering into the kiss, it was a slow adjustment as his shaft pushed all the way into you.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you kept him inside of you for a moment, letting your head loll back as you acclimated to his size. When you allowed your body to relax, he took it as a sign to pull back and enter again, but with a little more force. You cried out in bliss with every thrust as they became harder each time he entered you. Resting his head in the crook of your neck, he showered it with kisses as he lunged harder and faster. Your arms found themselves around his neck as you held on for dear life.

As he continued to thrust at a maddening pace into you, your back arched in pleasure as he reached down and rubbed your clit. The sensation was overwhelming in the best way. Your entire body tensed up as the orgasm pulsated through you, wave after wave of euphoric bliss.

Your nails raked down his back as he continued his assault on your leaking cunt. Moments after, the pulsing feeling around his cock was more than he could take. He released himself inside of you and cried out in bliss as his seed lined your cervix.

When he was spent, he rested on top of you only for a moment, panting heavily before kissing you tenderly, which you reciprocated with enthusiasm. When the kiss broke, you leaned into Loki, causing him to roll over and lie down facing upwards. Turning on your side, you propped your head up with one hand while caressing Loki's long hair with the other.

For the first time in a very long while, Loki was at a loss of what to do. He could not think of anything else but you, for you had enveloped his mind and captured his desires. He would curse himself tomorrow for letting himself fall into you this way, but for the moment, he savored the feeling.

As you stroked his hair he took it upon himself to explore your Midgardian body. His rough fingers traced your cheek, jaw, and neck. As he moved down over the swell of your breast and onto your hips, Loki could not help but ask, "Y/N, what caused you to become so enamored with me?"

You grinned with both contentment and amusement before replying. "What, you mean besides your charm and wit?" He smirked at your answer, but sought more from you. You sighed, wracking your brain to try and figure out how to put your feelings into words. "I see you, Loki. I see who are between all of the bullshit. You exhaust yourself trying to attain something that’s always beyond your reach. You’re not a monster. You’re just someone who needs to be loved."

Upon his stunned silence, you leaned slowly towards him to place a soft, tender kiss on his lips before you lay your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around his abdomen, quickly drifting off to sleep.

Silvertongue was at a loss for words. Not knowing what else to do, he absentmindedly allowed his arms to wrap around your sleeping form. He had not had close contact such as this in far too long, and it satisfied him.

Dismissing the internal questions and maddening thoughts, Loki allowed himself to fall asleep, feeling more content than he had in all his existence.

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Underestimated Butterfly(Natasha x Afro-Asian)

Summary: one thing you hate is being underestimated and you’re put to the test when your dead past comes back to life

Pairing: Natasha x Afro-Asian!Reader

Warnings: This is a slow burn, choppy ending, detailed fighting and injuries, mentions of death, blood, uuuh ANGST

A/N: I’m not fluent in Japanese yet so I’m sorry if the Romanization is really bad/ not absolutely accurate.

A/N: y’all are killing it with being active and it honestly makes me happy! Please comment, reboot and like. Depending on how fast this gets to 100 the faster you guys get Myself pt.2!!!!!

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“Go ahead and underestimate me. It’s okay. You’re not the first and you sure as hell won’t me the last. But you will be wrong”

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You went through your own version of the Red Room, but back home in Japan it was completely different. The process was much more extensive, the punishments were much more... gruesome. Everyone here underestimated you and stuck you in the quinjet as pilot in case they all needed a fast escape out of a messy situation. This is not what you signed up for.

You’ve caused an uproar to Steve about it, but he wasn’t listening. His excuse was, “the more people out in the field, the higher the risk for casualties,” what a crock of shit, you could hold your own, but they didn’t see that.

You sat on your mat in a seiza posture in the gym listening to your kigaku instrumental music as you meditated. You knew they had an issue with how you trained it wasn’t like theirs. You meditated. You used your knowledge from Chō No Niwa. But they never saw what you could really do and it was a pity because you felt like all you’ve suffered from was for nothing.

You heard the door to the fitness area creak open, you squinted one eye open to see Natasha, someone you adored from afar but could never really get with her closed off attitude. You knew she had a reason, but that’s not something you felt like you could handle while trying to pursue a relationship. Though you really wanted to, she just had a habit of pushing you away.

The music continued and you felt the notes of the koto run through you like a river. You stretched your legs out and reached now the middle humming along a with soft notes of the song. Natasha started playing her pumped up music on the other side of the gym and it completely threw you of kilter.

“Could you maybe... put your headphones in or hold off for a few more minutes I’m almost done with my zazen. I just need to focus for a little bit longer,”

“This has always been my scheduled time and during that scheduled time I like to listen to music that pumps me up so I can get in the kick ass mood,” she sent a smirk your way and you wanted to wipe it right off her face.

“You know,” you just stared at her, “maybe if you guys had some faith in me, I could be out there kicking ass with you too,”

She scoffed at your words, “We don’t know much about you Y/N. We’re just raiding the terrain. You have no backstory, no files. Almost as if you don’t exist and then Fury just brings you out of nowhere saying you’d be a perfect asset. Why is that?,”

You hated that they didn’t trust you. You’ve been here for almost a year now and all you’ve done is steer that damn quinjet.

“Have you thought they maybe not everything is meant for you to know?,” you snatched up your mat, rolling it up and grabbing your radio.

You stormed out the gym and rushed to your room. You hated this. You didn’t spend years of your childhood into your early adulthood suffering to be treated like this. You threw your mat on the ground once you entered your room.

You took a breath in, holding it so you didn’t lose your cool. You did Zazen so you could stay calm in situations like this, where people pissed you off.

You showered in peace. You music playing low in the background.

“Watashi wa kashō hyōka sareteimasuga, watashi wa yowaide wa arimasen” - I am underrated, but I am not weak, you mumbled to yourself over and over again until you believed in yourself enough.

You wiped over your face in the mirror. You stared dead into your own eyes, stoic as could be.

“Sore wa karera ga sugu ni mitsukeru toiu jijitsudesu,” - That is a fact that they will find soon.

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Once again, sitting on your mat in the gym, you made sure you picked a slot that Natasha didn’t have scheduled.

Raising your arms above your head you slowly exhaled bringing them back down. Humming along with your music once again as you find your center of gravity. The music flowing through you like a river.

It fuels you, when it flows through you, you know you’re adrenalized. Each pluck of the koto vibrating each cell within you, it awakened you, brought you to life and you had no way to release it. With no way to fight, no way to get it out, your abilities were useless. You couldn’t overcharge like this. You remember your instructor’s words.

“Ka jūden denshi wa sonshō o hikiokoshi, seinō o teika semasu” - An overcharged battery causes damage and reduces performance.

No good could come out of you if you just sat here charging yourself up with no way to release and charge up again. It’s pointless to keep charging something that isn’t even being used, something that has a percentage that doesn’t decrease from usage.

“Takahashi.” Natasha called from the door, “Quinjet, lets go,”

You quietly groaned to yourself. You didn’t even pack your stuff up, you just turned your radio off and ran behind her carrying everything with you. Once you were on the quinjet you didn’t change into your suit. What was the point? You weren’t going out to fight anyway. You spoke to no one as you sat in your pilot seat. This thing had friggin’ autopilot, why were you even here?

Tony told you to coordinates and you knew those coordinates from anywhere- from your years back in Japan.

“Why are we heading to Japan?,” a pit settled in your stomach.

“For vacation,” Sam’s facetious tone rang through your ears.

You snapped your head towards him and scowled, “Now is not the time,”

“We have word that there is a facility training some of the world’s top assassins. It’s known by the name-,”

“-Chō No Niwa,” the words rolled of your tongue in distaste.

Steve frowned at you, you hadn’t even read the file, how did you know?,”

“Exactly... H-how, how did you know?,”

You just stared at him for a bit before putting in the coordinates, “Maybe read closer on my file next time and notice what my nationality is,”

You turned around and flicked on all the switches, “Sit down and buckle up,”

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You turned the quinjet on autopilot and listened as Steve briefed everyone on a video that leaked into the media of the assassins.

“They are ruthless!,” Wanda commented.

Of course we are, you thought, we wouldn’t be who we are if we weren’t.

“Their instructor goes by the name E-Ein,” Tony stuggled with the name.

“Einosuke Gen’ichirō,” you corrected.

“It looks like they’re doing some type of dance as they fight, it’s amazing,” Bucky leaned in closer to the video.

“It’s called Yosakoi,” you stated, “It’s not so amazing if you’re on the receiving end of one of those fans or katanas,” you chuckled.

“How do you know so much about them? Have you dealt with them before?,” Clint questions.

You spun in your chair and just stared, questioning if you’ve said too much. You’ve done all you could to erase the past and what you’ve gone through. But they already don’t trust you, keeping quiet or spilling everything could result in them not trusting you even more. You can’t seem to win for losing.

“Takahashi, we asked you a question,” Nat waves her hand.

You were caught in a flashback

You were all kneeling on the floor, waiting for your turn to perform for the Puraimu No Mono. You watched as your sister’s arms gracefully waved in the air, legs swooping, fan waving.

She was doing amazing until she caught sight of the second head Prime. She got nervous and tripped on herself. Instant tears flew to your eyes. You knew what that meant. There was no excuse for a mess up, especially not in front of the other Primes that come all this way to see our progress. The small drum rang and she knelt down beside you, her breathing was heavy but no tears came to her eyes, how can she not be crying in this moment?

The head Prime, our instructor, knelt before her with a katana in his hand, unsheathing it and handing it to her. She looked at you with the most saddening smirk before saying

“Anata ga tatakaitsuzukeru yō ni watashiwa hokori ni naru. Hana wa futabi watashitachi no tame ni sakimasu.” - I will be proud that you keep on fighting. The flowers will bloom for us again.

Her yukata became stained instantly, but you couldn’t scream or cry out or else you’d suffer the same punishment. You’re here today because of her, because you kept fighting.

“Earth to Y/N Takahashi, helloooo,” Sam waved a hand in your face.

“They’ll kill me if they see me,” you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“What? Why?,” Thor asks.

“We’re called Batafurai Samurai. Butterfly Samarai in translation,” You quickly blinked your eyes from spilling tears. You haven’t cried in years and you sure as hell wouldn’t now, not in front of a team that underestimated you so much, “Chō No Niwa is our home. The Butterfly Garden in English,”

Everyone’s face was twisted in confusion or interest.

“Just know, they do not do well with trying to be stopped. What they do, you guys have never seen before. They can disarm and kill super soldiers like they’re centipedes,” you eyed Bucky and Steve.

“We’re so fast your arrows and bullets are nothing compared to us. We’ll injure you before even a spark of lightening can be struck. We’re so fast with the katanas that your thighs of death don’t stand a damn chance,” you spat out the words like poison and glared at Natasha.

“We’re contortionists, aerialists, marksman. We know every single form of fighting and defense there is from kenpo to fucking street fighting. We know how to hide in plain sight. We’re enhanced with the best biotechnology to keep us young, strong, fast. We know how to make it so we pretty much don’t exist. We know damn near every language under God’s blue sky. We’re worked day and night. That’s how we got so good. It’s so much more different than any other assassin facility you have come in contact with.” you tried to find your center of gravity so you didn’t get overwhelmed.

You pointed to the radio beside Sam and told him to hit the on and play button. Beautiful plucks of the koto rang through the speakers and you instantly calmed.

“You didn’t think to tell us this?,” Steve’s expression was unreadable.

“I never planned on going back home. Let alone be on a trip with you guys to shut it down,” your voice barely above a whisper, “With obviously being nothing more than your fucking pilot I didn’t think I had a say in anything but... this is my level of expertise so I guess I’d speak up,” You turned back to the dash of the quinjet, you can feel their eyes burning holes through the chair.

“You’re going to face children out there,” you mention, “Don’t hold back, remember they’re trained assassins,”

“You’re not just our pilot. We’re just trying to get a feel for you,” Bruce tried to lower the tension.

“By making me fly a metal boomerang for ten months?,” you looked over your shoulder. You caught sight of your suit trunk, in it was the very katana that killed your sister. As dark as it might sound it was your lucky charm when fighting or practicing alone in your own living area, it was like she was still there with you.

“Our moves are hypnotizing, do not let them distract you,” you warned.

“Why don’t you come and fight with us?,” Steve asks.

You turn around your stare bores into his soul.

“Is that a joke?,” you clenched your jaw, “I’ve been on this team for ten months and now you want me to fight? Would you have asked me if this was just some normal facility you’re used to? It’s because you’re scared,” you hit the nail right on the head. No one else outside the team knows this but they do in fact get scared when they’re met with forces they’re unfamiliar with. Whether they admit it or not you always knew.

“I’m asking you to fight because you clearly know this territory better than anyone. I just want everyone to go back home safe and alive, Y/N,”

You wondered if it was even worth it. What if you’re caught and that was the end of the line for you? You hadn’t fought another batafurai in years, what if you lost your touch? But then you remembered you had so much charge in you, you could be undefeated. This was your chance.

You stood up from your seat and got the key from your necklace to unlock the trunk. Your suit lied there, untouched and beautiful. You undressed right in front of them, not caring about their eyes on you. You wrapped your yukata around yourself, tying a tight knot in the back. Your sleeves big a flowy like wings, butterfly wings. The black and white floral yukata reached to right above your knee. You slicked your legs with oil and wrapped your feet and knees up in bandage before slipping on and strapping up your tabi boots.

You tightened your katana sheath across your shoulders, swiftly taking the katana and placing it on your back. You do your best to tighten your hair up in a tight bun with the clips that were in the bottom of your trunk. Taking your fan of blades, you place it in your hair and you’re done. You take a deep breath in and you feel your heart beating, the rhythm like whooshing wings.

Raising your hands above your head, you exhale and bring them down.

“Watashi ni tōshi shita chikara de, watashi no tsubasa noshita ni kaze ga nagareru yō no shitekudasai.” - Please let the wind blow under my wings with the power invested in me.

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You landed right out in the filed in front of the training facility. Not much has changed. They did however brighten the place up, it looked less dull.

“This is my old home. This is the place I ran away from,”

The gates opened and there you saw the head Prime standing there with his army of butterflies. When it’s put like that it doesn’t sound so vicious, but once they start moving it’s like Armageddon in a beautiful way. They were expecting you guys.

“Tabun watashitachi wa anata ga ikiru yo ni naru, ima sugu shuppatsu sureba.” Words fast, a child in the front said.

“W-what was that?,” Rhodey questioned.

“They’ll spare us if we leave,”

“Not unless you stop what you’re doing here,” Steve said.

You rolled your eyes at him. You stepped forward

“Kore o teishi shi, wareware wa nokoshimasu,”

The same child pointed at you, their face blank, “Niwa e no uragirimono,”

“What did she say that time?,” Tony’s voice echoes from his suit.

“I am a traitor to the garden,”

“While I’d like stand here a little longer and gaze at the beautiful palace, we have a job to do,” Natasha sent a smirk to the team.

“This is a dangerous game we’re about to play, Natalia,” you grimaced at her and she seemed taken aback that you used her real name.

“If we’re gonna run in there like a herd of cattle be smart,” you gritted your teeth.

“You don’t just fight them, you flow with them, you dance, you fly,”

They didn’t seem to understand me.

“Stand back for a few and just watch me,”

“I’m sorry but I don’t think you can take on a whole court of samarais by yourself,” Bucky scoffed.

You stared straight ahead and removed your katana from your sheathe.

“Go ahead and underestimate me. It’s okay. You’re not the first and you sure as hell won’t me the last. But you will be wrong,”

You looked across the court, eyeing the different colors of everyone’s yukatas.

“The ones wearing yellow are the weakest ones but they’re still strong. Go for any pressure point in the neck. Those wearing purple are up in the tier, you’ll have to get close enough to get them right in the glabella. It’s weird but it’ll weaken them, it’s a weak spot, pressure point. Orange, they’re fast, too fast for any of you, even from up above,” You look at Tony and Rhodey.

“Those wearing black like me.. we’re the strongest. We’re almost unstoppable. You have to pull a move that’s hard to perfect. The Five Point Palm Exploding Heart Technique. You powerfully jab your fingertips into five different pressure points around their heart. They take five steps and their hearts explode. It’s a hard technique to perfect. Only the best of the best can properly execute it,”

“Are you the best of the best?,” Natasha taunts

Not for a second do you take your eyes off the butterflies.

“We’ll all have to wait and see,”

“We don’t want to kill anyone Y/N,” Steve shook his head warily.

“Then you don’t want to stop them,” You smirk at his words, “Once Einosuke gives them the go they don’t stop until we’re dead,”

The whole court had their eyes on you, they all wanted to get the chance to kill the traitor of the garden, they’d earn the most highest praise and would get the opportunity to become a Prime.

Gen’ichirō smiled at you and you knew you’d have to fight for your life. You always knew you’d have to once you were actually out in the field, though this is not the fight you’d expected.

He raised his hand and pointed to you speaking the simple words, “Watashi ni kanojo o motarasu,” Bring her to me.

You spare your team a quick glance, “Stand down until you see how I move against them, no questions,”

An orange batafurai runs towards you screaming, “Niwa no tame ni!,” For the garden!

You charge towards her and she swings her sword first which was a big mistake on her part. With her arm extended out, you jump up in the air, the wind flowing beneath the sleeves of your yukata. With pointed toes you stepped on her forearm sending your sword down and through her. Your feet gracefully land on the ground and you feel her blood running down your sword and onto your hand.

You look up at Gen’ichiro smirking, “Tobimashō.” Let’s fly.

The entire court starts to head for you, but he doesn’t send any black butterflies, he sends the younger ones. He’s preserving his prized possessions.

The yellow batafurais attack first. Their legs swooping, wings flowing. To the others on the team it was mesmorizing.

“Guys, Y/N said don’t get distracted,” Thor mentions. This snaps them out of their hypnosis and they get ready to fight on your go.

They hear all the whooshing and clank of your katanas but they could not tear their eyes off of you. You are as graceful as could be, and yet they kept you on the side lines for this long?

It was like you were dancing on air, the ground wasn’t even a thing to you.

“Now!,” you called out to everyone.

You begin to hear the gun shots but they’re not coming in contact with anyone. You literally just told them bullets didn’t phase them.

You were doing aerials and tumbles all along the court. The others were pretty much just stalling, they could’ve stayed on the quinjet for all of this.

There were so many bodies lying around you. Bucky was still going at it with an orange batafurai, you just wanted this to end. You heard him grunting and trying his best to fight her off but he was cutting it close. Taking your fan, you ran towards them, sliding on your knees, you slice the batafurai’s Achilles and she called out screaming, dropping to her knees, you stand up and swiftly swipe your fan against her neck. She instantly fell over choking and that was that.

You stood in front of the steps, staring and analyzing the girls that would have been your sisters had you stayed. There’s only four of them and they were wearing masks, meaning these were his strongest samurais.

“Anata no gijutsu wa zusanna eteimasu,” Gen’ichirō laughs at you.

You turned to the others and shake your head with a shameful smirk, “Sore wa machigainai shikashi, kono chō wa shibaraku no ma, kēji ni tojikomerareta. Anata wa nani o kitai shimashita ka?,”

“What is being said right now?,” Steve asks.

“He said my skills are sloppy and I told him I’ve been cooped up in a cage for a while so what did he expect,” you shrugged your shoulders.

“Anata wa niwa no saikō no Takahashideshita. Dono yōna muda,” he shakes his head as he stepped back and let the four batafurai come forward, “Sore wa kazoku no naka ni nakerebanarimasen. Anatano imōto o mite,”

“FRIDAY, what was that?,” you heard Tony asking the AI to finally translate,.

“He told Y/N she was the best in the garden but she is now a waste. It must be in the family. Look at her sister for example,” you heard her voice.

“Don’t you ever mention Azumi again in your life,” you clenched your jaw. No one knew you had a sister and the very person who had her execute herself had the nerve to bring her up.

“Did I strike a nerve little butterfly?,” his laugh sickened you.

Without thinking you sent your katana flying across the steps and right into his stomach.

He fell to the ground choking, holding the handle in pain.

“Hurts doesn’t it? The same one you had Azumi use. How poetic,” your voice trembled, “Go ahead then. Take it out!,”

Watching him was like watching your sister all over again.

“You can’t stop us,” Einosuke sputtered, blood coating his lips and teeth.

“Keep underestimating me,” You picked up one of the dead batafurai’s katanas and gripped it tight, this will do until you could get your other one back, “It only fuels me more. You of all people should know that,”

His body fell over and the four batafurai took their masks off. You scanned them and once you got to the last one your soul left your body.

“Azumi,” you gasp.

“I no longer go by Azumi. You will address me as Sunako,”

You watched her die. You fucking watched her die! How is she standing in front of you?

“I watched you die, Azumi,”

She sent her fan flying toward you, the blades cutting your face. She caught the fan back in her head.

“Einosuke gave me another chance once the other Primes left that day. He saved me, made me reborn. I was healing but you were a coward and ran. You were weak. We don’t spare cowards, no matter the relations.”

“Az- Sunako you can end this!,” You pleaded.

“I have a job to finish, Y/N. As did you but unlike you, I’m strong enough to finish it,”

Her voice was so monotone, robotic almost.

“We don’t really have time for a family reunion, Y/N. If you don’t snap out of it she’s gonna kill us,”

“Natasha, for one got damn second!,” you snapped, “Just one fucking second will you SHUT UP!,”

There had to be a way for you to get to her.

“We would cry together,” You whispered, “We would cry together and talk about how we would get out of here because they were making us into monsters,”

“Those were childish plans, Y/N. They’re making us strong. They’re building us to survive, to be better. To be worth something!,”

“And you’re worth something by killing people?,”

“You just slaughtered the whole school of batafurai, sister,” She tilted her head and smirked at you, “You can wear the mask of an Avenger but you still have the blood of a batafurai, you can’t unlearn all they’ve taught us. Without that, you’d be the one lying lifeless amongst us,”

“Alright, I’ve had enough. I’m bored,” Tony sighs.

“Tony, No!-”

He sent a blast to one of the other batafurai and with her katana, she countered his attack, sending the blast right back, sending Tony across the court.

“Oh my God,” you slapped your hand over your mouth.

“We’ve got incoming. We should be able to take them right? There’s only four,” Clint nervously chuckled.

Gripping the hand of the katana harder, your sister came towards you with the black wing katana. The most famous katana in the history of the Batafurai Samurai.

“Azumi, stop!,” You brought your katana up, fighting against someone who you thought was dead. It’d been 11 years and you’d silently mourn her in flashbacks and nightmares.

Her katana cut through your yukata and got your arm pretty good

“Fuck!,” you screamed, the cut burning deep.

Everyone else was being tag teamed. You told them how good they were. There’s how many of you guys and you’re getting your asses handed to you by four samurais.

With each swing from you she dodge it perfectly, she was slicing you up like vegetables and you were finding it hard to keep fighting.

“Azumi, it’s me, Y/N, your sister,” your yukata was becoming damp but you weren’t giving up, not yet.

“I only know you as a traitor to the garden,” she hissed.

You saw an opening and swooped your leg under her, knocking her down. You flipped over her to help take care of the others.

“Steve!,” Him and Bucky were fighting against a batafurai that was kicking their ass with hair chopsticks from her buns, he took a second to look at you and you tossed him your fan.

He easily caught it and swung it, slicing the girls arm, she cried out and Bucky kicked her on her back as you came up through his legs driving the katana into her chest.

Hulk, Thor, Clint and Sam were somehow getting their asses kicked by a single person. She was a blur of color to them, too fast, too agile, too smart.

Running up and jumping on Hulk, you used his back as a ramp, running up and jumping in mid air, doing almost a full scorpion to avoid her katana, you used your position to decapitate her from behind and you fell to the ground, rolling to a stop. You see Natasha, Tony, Wanda and Rhodey trying to stop your sister and the last batafurai.

You join them and try to take on your sister again. She’s so much stronger, she’s right, it’s like she was reborn.

“You can’t beat me, Y/N,” she smiled, “I’m not who you knew,”

She cut your hand and you cried out, the katana flying out of your hand. You had no form of defense, as the one other batafurai was taking on the rest of the team and wounding them pretty good. You dodged every swipe of the katana but that wasn’t enough. You weren’t tired but you sure were injured pretty badly and that slowed you down. You had an idea though.

You calculated the batafurai’s moves and backed your way to her while you tried to not have your sister kill you.

You counted to eight and right at eight the other batafurai landed in front of you, right when your sister swung her katana, cutting her in half right at the waist.

Your sister stopped and stood wide eyed. Tears welled up in her eyes and she screamed out.

“My sisters!, you killed my sisters!,” She blamed you,

“I am your sister, Azumi! Please, the flowers were supposed to bloom for us again!,” you pleaded.

“Those flowered are dead, as are you,”

Her katana swung and got you right on your inner thigh, you screamed out in pain, she definitely got the main artery. She stepped closer and the team ran after her but you stopped them.

“STOP!,” your bloodied hand up at them, their yelling didn’t phase you as you stared in her eyes. She had broken you down, she’s gotten you weak enough to take you out for good.

“Please, see me. See me,”

She swung her katana up but not before mumbling the words, “Anata wa idaina koto ni natteita. Anata wa hana no fīrudo no naka de utsukushī chōdatta. Kon go tsubasa wa haikyo tona soshite hana wa kareteiru. Anata wa sore o tsukuru no ni jūbun tsuyokunakatta,”

You were supposed to be great. You were a beautiful butterfly in the field of flowers. Now the wings are ruined and the flowers are wilting. You were not strong enough to make it.

You mustered up all the strength you could. Once she was close enough, before should swing her katana down on you, you took your fingers, jabbing them into her chest and twisting, you looked at her pained (reference Wanda’s face when she had to kill Vision in IW), you didn’t want to do the final point, but she wasn’t gonna stop until you were dead. With a pained expression, you send the fifth and final jab right into her chest and she immediately coughs up blood.

“I-I can’t even do that, h-how?,” she choked.

“Because I am strong enough,” you cried.

She took one step back, then two, the three, four... she didn’t take the fifth.

“Anata ga tatakaitsuzukeru yō ni watashi wa hokori ni naru,”

You choked out a sob at the fact she used the same words the first time she was supposed to have died. I will be proud that you keep fighting.

“I think you’re ready to go,” you sniffled, “You’re only prolonging it,”

She took her final step and her body fell out, you had no more strength within you to keep yourself up. You looked down and saw you were bleeding out.

“I’m going cold,” you muttered. Natasha ran over to you to add pressure to your inner thigh.

“Y/N, stay with me!,”

“Nat, I’m going cold. I can feel it,”

She added more pressure, “You’re not! Do not slip on me, I will kill you myself. Just hold on!,”

Thor rushed to your side and started swinging his hammer, “I can get her there faster,” he mentioned.

“Take me with you,” Natasha begged, she never begs.

“No, I’m going. Thor, lets go,”

Natasha tried to fight him on it but Steve shut her down and brought Bruce as well.

Everyone rushed to the quinjet and Tony notified whoever needed to be notified that the mission was done and there would need to be clean up but not before Nat grabbed your initial katana and the black wing katana.

Natasha sat with her head against the wall and her eyes closed.

“She’s gonna be okay, ya know,” Clint sat down beside her as they flew in the air.

“Everything that we thought she couldn’t do she showed us she could. She’s obviously a fighter. She’s gonna be okay,”

“Yeah, I hope so,”

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Back at compound, doctors and nurses were rushing everywhere, they weren’t sure if they could fix this bad of an injury, especially to an artery.

“What you used on Clint! Could that work?,” Steve asked Dr. Cho.

“Yes but it would take so much more time because it’s not just one area she’s bleeding out from,”

“If it’s possible then lets get to it,”

Meanwhile..

In your head you were flying, you weren’t human, you were a beautiful butterfly, your wings pumping faster than ever. The colors so vibrant as you smiled. The further you flew the slower your wings were beating. You heard it deep in your ear drum, your wings pumped to the beat of a pulse almost. You noticed the colors becoming more dull as the time went on until they were completely black and white and you weren’t flying anymore.

The team finally made it back and rushed inside. Steve and Bruce wouldn’t tell them how you were doing because they didn’t know themselves. They just played the waiting game as you lied comatose in the cradle.

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“She’s going to make it, she’s got to,” Natasha told herself. She paced and paced and paced in her room. It’d been days and still no news on you. She tried sneaking into see you but Cho’s nurses weren’t having it.

A knock came from her door and there stood Clint.

“Told you we underestimated her. She’s awake,”

Natasha never ran so fast in her life as she slid to a stop in front of the infirmary door, she swung it open and saw you eating a pudding cup, bandages all over your arms and face.

“Glad to see you’re awake,”

“Didn’t expect to see you in here,” you said cautiously.

“Why wouldn’t I?,”

“You’re raiding the terrain, you don’t know much about me. Figured you didn’t visit people you didn’t know,”

“Y/N, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just always looking over my shoulder and suspicious of people. It’s nothing against you,”

“Well I’m not dead. So you can go,” You sharp tone caught her off guard.

“I- I was thinking I could stay in here for a bit. W-we could talk and I brought your katana back and... hers-,”

“So what?,: you laughed bitterly, “I almost died and it sparked some feelings in you and now you want me to just accept that?,”

Natasha’s jaw was slack as she tried to find the words to say.

“My life shouldn’t be some wake up call for you. I don’t work like that,”

“It’s not a wake up call and you’re right I did come to lay my feelings out there. It’s just, I’m not used to admitting when I like someone and it’s stupid but yeah Y/N, I like you and I should’ve said so sooner,”

“It’s not that easy. You don’t get to be mean or treat someone badly just because you don’t know how to express your feelings!,”

“I know, I know,” she nodded.

She sat down with you and you felt overwhelmed with all you were feeling.

“We were orphans,” you blurt out.

“What?,”

“You want to know a backstory.. well here it is,” you swirling the pudding with the spoon.

“Me and my sister were orphans. Our parents gave us up when she was 1 and I was a new born. They dropped us out front of the training facility and Einosuke took us in. From the day he took us in, well until I could walk, ‘til the day I left, we trained day and night. We danced, learned, fought and studied. Our brains were put in a blender,” You set the cup of pudding down, now finding your bandages more interesting.

“They were merciless. We were starved so we could train to be perfect. We danced on hot coals, beds of razors, anything that taught us light and graceful, it was a messy experience. Every month we would perform in front of the other Prime ones so they could see our progress and see if we were ready to go out and be a real batafurai,” you rolled your eyes at the words.

Natasha sat there, listening to every syllable that came out of your mouth.

“One day my sister was performing. She passed the ‘Butterfly Trial’ which is a bunch of tests that ranged from differently styles of fighting with different weapons to having an extensive conversation with all the languages we learned, but now it was really time for her to perform. Time for her to fly. She looked so beautiful. She was floating on air, her dance resonated within everyone and you could tell just by looking around the room . But she made eye contact with the second head Prime and she got nervous which caused her to slip up and in the Cho No Niwa, there are no slip ups... We... they don’t take slip ups lightly,”

You cleared your throat and took a quick glance at Natasha, she stared at you with intensity, wrinkles in her forehead, “I immediately started to tear up but I couldn’t cry out or else I’d suffer too. Azumi didn’t cry at all, she just knelt down beside me as Einosuke handed her the katana. She placed the blade toward her and she told me that she’ll be proud that I keep fighting and the flowers will bloom for us again. Then.. then,”

Your eyes became blurred, it was such a foreign feelings to cry, especially after almost eleven years,

“Then she was forced to commit seppuku,” you swallowed thickly, “A suicide ritual by stabbing yourself in the abdomen. In recent years others were forced to complete the ritual by disemboweling themselves but our generation of batafurai changed that. Azumi’s name meant ‘safe space’ and she was that for me, she was all I had, she was my protector,”

You wiped your face and shook your head, “I watched her die, Nat. I don’t know how he did it but I watched my sister fucking die. Then I see her standing there alive, telling me she goes by the name Sunako which means ’dark side’, I saw her fucking die that day” you sobbed and sniffled your nose, you tasted the salt from your tears, “Then I had to watch it again... for good and I’m the one who did it,”

You were so upset at the universe. Natasha rested her hand on yours.

“She died when I was thirteen and that same night I ran away. I was doing alI could to survive then Fury found me at 17. He had me in a safe house and had another agent train me until he thought I was ready to join you guys. I wasn’t ready until 6 years later and then I get here and you all stick me in a cage and underestimate me,”

“W-we didn’t mean to, Y/N. We’re just worried because of the influx of enhanced beings and-,”

“It’s okay,” you cut her off, “I think I’ve shown you guys enough to regret doing that,” you half smile.

“You are correct,”

“There’s no files on me because I have none. I literally don’t exist to the outside world. I’m legally here because of my dual citizenship. But other than that I’m a ghost,”

“I’m sorry for everything, Y/N,”

You weren’t sure if she meant it, she says a lot of things.

“I mean it, I like you and I know it’s going to take a while to build some trust up but I’m willing to do that,”

“Don’t lie to me,”

“I’m not lying. We all know that we need to do better to make you feel safe and a part of the team and we’re all willing to work on that. I’m willing to work on that and us,”

“Who said there’s an us?,”

“No one. But I’m willing to be there for you in every way so we can build it into existence,”

*The End*

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