Summary: You think there’s an intruder in your apartment – turns out it’s Bucky and embarrassment ensues.
Warnings: Second-hand embarrassment, whoops. Also nakedness. and making out. It’s wild.
A/n: I don’t really know what this is but… here you go?? It’s a bit of fun, I promise. Also, this is just a short break from the hiatus while I had inspiration – we’ll see if it stays lmao.
Wednesday
It was early – not even 7am – but the sun had woken you up, just moments before your alarm. You had hopped into the shower immediately, letting the warm water run across your sore muscles and making an effort to wake up.
You were about to get out, when you thought you heard your front door open.
Through a haze of steam and sleepiness, you sprung into action. At this point in your life, you’d learned to keep a gun in almost every room of your apartment – being an Avenger was wild. You stepped out of the shower, pushing your wet hair back and pulling a towel around yourself, before opening the bottom drawer and pulling out the ‘bathroom gun’.
You left the shower running, hoping the intruder wouldn’t hear you coming as you tiptoed down the hall, gun up in front of you, safety off and fingers hovering above the trigger. You could hear your heart pumping in your ears, knowing it was possible that you were about to walk into a gang of Hydra agents or thugs – once again, being an Avenger? Wild.
Summary: You had to wonder, was he looking at you or your lunch?
a/n: this was supposed to be longer, but idk. hawks would probably call someone a snack.
To this day, you couldn’t fathom how Hawks was able to find any comfortable position with those monstrous wings of his. With the playful breeze that caressed the back of your neck and sent a shiver down your back, you thought you could hear his feathers scuff against each other as the wind slithered through them.
“I don’t get how you’re not uncomfortable.” The words tumbled from your lips along with a few grains of rice and spit. You pocketed as much as you could into your cheeks, bloating them out but also obstructing your speech less. “Like, I know you gotta have to sleep on your stomach a lot, right?”
When Dabi entered the house you were cooking. You didn’t love, waiting for him to come to you. And he did. He wrapped his arms around you waist and rested his head on the back of yours.
“Hey, you. How are you feeling today ?”
You felt him shrugs. He kissed the back of your neck, asking for attention. You stopped cooking, it could wait. Staying in his embrace you turned around. He looked tired. He always did. And you knew it wasn’t physical, at least not only physical.
You never asked him anything about his past, about what he was doing of his life. Your relationship was complex but it was enough to you. Because you didn’t have to ask. You already knew.
You knew for the villain’s league, and for what he did for them. But he wasn’t like any of them to you. Dabi wasn’t a psychopath. He was full of hate, but not against the world, it was against injustice and maybe himself too. He wasn’t following any leader, he had his own goal. And even if he was far from your moral code you didn’t feel like you could judge him. Not without the full story.
You stroked his cheeks. With his eyes closed you could concentrate on the beauty of his traits. But as soon as he opened them you were engulfed in the cold sea of his eyes.
“It hurts.” He said, talking about his burns.
You smiled. Both of you never had felt the need to put a name on your relationship. He came to you for comfort, your were his safe place. And to you he was the man you loved. You leaded him to the couch and went to the bathroom to take a lotion.
It wasn’t miraculous but apparently it calmed him. Maybe it was more of your soft touch on his wounded skin than the lotion but it couldn’t hurt him more.
You stayed on the sofa for awhile, talking about life and anything that came to your mind while you applied lotion on his many burns. It almost looked like everything was alright. Once you were done, he turned around to face you and pointing to his lips he smirked a little.
“What ?”
“It hurts here too.”
“You want me to put lotion on your lips ?” You asked, paying dumb.
For a second you could have sworn he had pouted. But his face came back in his original blank state just as fast. Finally he smiled. Not a smirk, nor a grin. No sarcasm or anything. Just a smile.
“I want you to kiss me, please.”
He didn’t have to ask you twice. You cupped his head in your hands and put your lips on him. It was soft and sweet and you wanted him to understand how much you cared for him, simply with this. He had his eyes closed when you separated yourself from him.
“You stay for dinner ?”
He said no by a movement of his head. Dabi knew his presence here could mean problems to you, it could be dangerous. And he wanted you safe.
You knew what he was going to say. Maybe next time. It was always next time.
“Maybe next time.” He smiled.
You just had to wait. When everything would be over, maybe it would be the time.
Katsuki was fuming. Well as much as he could under the rain. He was waiting for you, getting drenched.
“Y/N, I swear that if you don’t leave that duck alone, I leave you here.”
He wouldn’t. You knew it. But just in case, you let go of the cute baby duck. But the little bright yellow thing followed you. You tried to shoo him away but with all your effort he refused to go. And Katsuki was getting impatient.
He wanted to scare him, you could tell it by his smile. And before you could stop him he tried to uses his explosion just in front on the animal. Tried was the key word, because of the rain he wasn’t able to produce more than a little spark. The duck wasn’t impressed. You were caught by an uncontrollable laughter.
You couldn’t stop yourself and Katsuki was screaming and trying to make you stop without a lot of effect. He jumped in a puddle next to you to splash water on you. But you didn’t care, you were just laughing and being happy.
Suddenly, strong arms encircled you, lifting you of the ground.
“Let me go !”
“Never !”
With a giggle you decided to tease him a little.
“Is that a promise, Katsuki ?”
Softly he putted you back on the ground, turning you in his direction. He looked serious, and the rain dripping of his hair made him gorgeous. Your heart began to beat faster and faster.
“You think I’ll let you go ? I got you, I keep you.” You could swear his cheeks had took a pink shade. “Well… as long as you can support me.”
Unable to talk and to tell him how much you loved him you decided to show him. You went on your tip toes and kissed him tenderly.
“This is so cliché.” He growled, but he was definitely red. “Come on, let’s go back to the dorm, we’re going to be sick if we stay here.”
You said goodbye to the duck while Katsuki walked away. He was right. The next day both of you were sick. Your boyfriend held you responsible for it.
You weren’t the most talkative person in the world, that was a fact. But the guy who sat next to you in class was even worse. It took you a month to learn that his name was Kouji Kouda and five more to learn that he wasn’t actually mute but just really shy.
And also really cute. Maybe it was is quirk, his soft personality or even that shyness but to you he was the personalisation of cuteness.
Even if he didn’t talk most of the time, when you were alone he was more open. Just a little bit, but to you it was enough, it meant he trusted you. He talked about animals and little things to know about them. Kouda was caring and sweet and you just wanted to protect him from the rest of the world.
It was a shared thought among the 1A, but you probably were the most serious about it.
It didn’t take you too much time to understand you had feelings for him, but you didn’t want to impose yourself. You knew he would accept you even if he didn’t return your feelings, just by kindness. And it wasn’t what you wanted. Being friends was already enough.
One time, as you two had planned to have lunch in the forest near the school, he came late. It wasn’t really in his habits, he was always anxious about bothering people and he would try to do everything to arrange them even if it put him in difficulties.
He was already red, maybe because of the heat or the fact that he had just run.
“Sorry, I didn’t want to make you wait.” He whispered.
You just smiled and told him it was fine. When he sat next to you, you finally noticed he was hiding something behind his back. Seeing you trying to look at the thing in his hand made him blush a little.
And then a whole lot more when he actually showed you. Here, lying in Kouda’s hands was a flower crown. He tried to say something, his voice stuck in his throat and his face becoming more and more red by the seconds. You had to guess what it mean by yourself.
“You made this ?” He nodded. “It’s beautiful.”
Kouda tried to speak again, without success. He sighed.
“Is it for me ?” You asked with hope. And he smiled.
You inclined your head a bit, inviting him to put it on you himself. Which he did while being an absolute blushing mess. You were blushing too.
“Next time, I’ll make you one too ! So we can match.”
The rest of the lunch, date you thought, was spent in a sweet silence and shared with diverse little cute animals.
Being a teacher during the day and a pro hero on patrol during the night was tiring. And everybody could see it on Aizawa’s face. Somehow, some people thought that he was lazy. Too lazy to even feed himself something consistent or take care of his appearance.
But a day only had 24h and it wasn’t always possible to cook or to be perfect from head to toe. And honestly he didn’t really care if his hair was a mess as long as it was clean. And he also didn’t care about being misjudged.
Present Mic had looked at him intensely for five long minutes. Waiting for something, probably a sign of attention from Aizawa.
“What ?”
“Do you want to share lunch ?”
He sure was hungry but a look to his phone made him refuse Hizashi’s offer. He was waiting for someone.
Five minutes later, you entered the room, out of breath. You took a quick look at your watch and sighed. You weren’t that late after all. You smiled in Shouta’s direction and began to politely great everyone in the room.
You always had the impression to be a sort of miracle when you came to U.A.. They would all look at your husband, waiting for a particular behavior or phrasing. But Shouta didn’t change for anyone, and that was part of why you loved him. Another part was that he did treat you differently, but it wasn’t visible enough to anyone else.
It could be a look in his eyes, a hand that lingered a bit too much, or just the fact that he “forgot” his lunch from time to time just to see you during the day. But he wouldn’t have admit it even under torture.
“I’m going to stay a bit, I’m out of breath.” You said while sitting next to him.
“Sorry, I forgot to take it this morning.” He took the little bag you brought him.
“Yeah right.”
You felt his arm pressed against yours as he repositioned himself. Totally unintentional. You grinned. You wanted to kiss him but he wasn’t fond of public display of affection. You would kiss him tonight.
Just seeing him had you energized for the rest of the day. You jumped on your feet.
“Okay, I have other things to do, see you at home !”
You were going to leave when Shouta’s strong hand took yours, pulling you to him. He pressed a soft kiss on your lips and went back to his lunch under the many stares of his co-workers.
You left U.A. blushing and smiling stupidly. It was a good day.
You woke up alone this morning. Your husband was nowhere near you and his side of the bed was already cold. Probably a mission.
Even if you knew that marrying a pro hero was accepting things like that, and even if it had been years, you always felt bad. Firstly because you felt alone but mostly because you were worried. Everything could happen and you would be useless.
Of course you knew that Shouto was one of the strongest hero of this generation and that he was careful enough not to be too badly hurt. But things could happen. You always had your phone next to you in case Shouto called you. In case an hospital called you. You feared every calls and waited for it at the same time.
Getting out of bed you tried to put on your slippers but something caught your attention. It was a piece of paper. You frowned but took it anyway.
“It’s cold outside, you should put on the red scarf you like so much.”
You smiled lightly. Even when he wasn’t here, Shouto managed to be attentioned. What a man. You put the note in your pocket and went to the kitchen. There was another paper next to coffee maker.
“I made you an iced tea, if you don’t want coffee today. It’s in the fridge.”
When did he find the time to make this ?
And another in you dressing.
“The red scarf. It looks good on you.”
And before you got out of the house, taped to the front door.
“My bad, everything looks good on you.”
You giggled a little. And then opened the door. Behind it was standing a half asleep Shouto, ready to go back to bed. He didn’t seem to be wounded or anything, just extenuated. He smiled at you and arranged your scarf a little.
“Good choice.”
“I have a good fashion adviser.” He nodded, proud of himself. “Now go to bed, I’m making soba tonight.”
His tired face lighted up.
“God, you’re the best.”
A sweet kiss later and you were ready to a full day of work.
You never liked being in a crowd. Too many people touching you, too little space to breath. You even had panic attack because of it in the past. So when the alarm rang in U.A., and all the students tried to leave the building you currently were in, it became hell.
Your body was swept away and suddenly your feets didn’t touch the ground anymore. You were going to scream, cry and kill someone. Maybe not in this order. But before the panic had time to really kick in an explosion detonated behind you.
It was your fellow classmate, Bakugou Katsuki. He had and angry look, worse than usually, and you could tell, you knew him since elementary even though he probably didn’t remember you.. Because of the explosion everybody had took a step back from him and they all seemed more concentrated on him than on the alarm. And you could guess he was going to explode in insult in a minute.
Your eyes meet him and he frowned. He took a step in your direction and with a strong arm got you out of the crowd. The other students were staring, waiting for his next move.
“Get the f**k out of our way, extras.”
And without more explanation you were dragged out of the room. Katsuki walked until he found a spot free of any sign of life. You thought he would let go of your arm, but he didn’t. He looked at you with his usual anger and, you thought, a little bit of worry.
“Are you completely stupid ?”
Your throat became sore and you were suddenly unable to answer.
“Seeing you panic in middle school was enough. I thought you were stronger now.”
So he did remember, actually.
“It not my fault !”
You felt the need to defend yourself but he just shrugged.
“Stay close to me until your not a weak a*s anymore.”
It sounded more like an order than anything but his warm hand on the top of your head was comforting and tender. You could do with that.
The alarm stopped, breaking the moment. And after a little head movement, Bakugou left you here with a heart beating too quickly and pink cheeks.
You were cleaning the dorm when you found several notebooks, probably belonging to Izuku. You decided not to touch it, at least not for now, the mess around needed to be cleaned up.
The rest of the 1A class had gone home for the weekend and you were somehow left alone. Alone with a kitchen that looked like hell. Apparently Kirishima thought making Bakugou make cake was a good idea. It wasn’t.
Once you were done you sat on the couch and your eyes found the notebooks. You wondered if you and your quirk were listed in one of them. Probably ? And it was informations about you, you could read it right ? So you took a notebook, and then another, flipping the pages until you found yours.
It wasn’t only some line. It was several pages. Of course, there was your quirk, it’s uses, advantages and disadvantages. A quick drawing of you in your suit that, you thought, made you look prettier than you really were. Some theories about how you could improve your fighting style, also.
And then a lot more informations. Your favorite flower, the kind of shampoo you used (which was actually incorrect, probably based on the smell. You decided to correct it), your favorite food with a little post it where the name of a restaurant as written (“Ask her/him if she/he wants to eat there”), some of your habits with the title “Cute things Y/N does”. And other things you could have told him during the year.
It made you smile. Izuku seemed to be interested in you, the same way you were in him.
When you saw him sunday evening, it was to give him back his notebooks. The boy wasn’t expecting it and took a bright red color.
“Does it make me a creep ?”
You gigled before saying no.
“And does it mean you want to come to F/restaurant with me ?”
You answered with a smile. The next lunch never came more slowly.
Summary: Loki takes an interest in Tony’s daughter.
Pairing: Loki Laufeyson X Stark! Reader
Warnings: None
HC Count: 48
A/N: Wow! More headcannons! This is pretty soft and geek-y by the way. I should have done my AP homework instead but 🙃
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Okay, so, Loki’s supposed to be some ancient god, right? So it’s obvious that he’s much older than he appears.
But, it’s equally as obvious, that if Tony Stark were to have a kid, that they’d be pretty young.
So, you were Tony’s beloved prodigy child.
Your life was kept private, for the most part. No one knew of your background, or your father’s identity (money.) You’d been given permission to temporarily change your last name for university, where you’d been while all of the Avengers’ stuff had taken place.
But, after graduating, it was time to return home.
You lived out in the New Avengers Facility, helping your dad with the engineering and analysis aspect of his work.
You had always been close to the original Avengers; Clint, Nat, Bruce, Steve, and your dad (Obviously.) But you’d never met the mythical Thor.
Or his equally mythical brother, Loki.
But, when the two of you first met, you hadn’t even realised that you were in the presence of a world terrorist.
To be fair, you were tired and he wasn’t wearing the reindeer antlers or any shiny armor.
You’d wandered into the kitchen at 3 AM, in only a large t-shirt and some sleep shorts. You had been working all night and you wanted a snack.
Loki had been sitting there reading a book and eating an apple.
“Hm? Who’re you?”
You were really tired.
Loki scoffed and looked up at you, unimpressed.
“I am more powerful than your human mind can even comprehend.”
You rolled your eyes and grabbed a water bottle and a bowl of strawberries.
“Whatever. Just don’t kill anyone, weirdo.”
So, yeah, not entirely as scared of the God of Mischief as you should have been.
The second time you’d meet, however, would be much more memorable. You were in the library, in Loki’s favorite chair.
He was a second away from flipping you out of the chair, entirely.
Your legs were dangling over the armrest, and a thick book was resting on your stomach. You were sleeping.
Loki didn’t expect this.
A few moments later, you’d open your eyes and saw him standing there.
“Oh, sorry. I guess I passed out.”
Loki would watch as you stood up, noticing the way your feet gracefully would meet the ground.
“No. It’s fine. I was simply looking for a book.”
Your eyes would light up at that.
“Which one? Do you need help finding it? I can help.”
Loki’s lips would twitch upward into a smile.
From then on, the two of you would constantly meet in the library, discussing literature.
He would prefer books on Norse Mythology.
You would prefer Greek Mythology.
The two of you would get into the occasional spat regarding the stories:
“What do you mean irrational? It makes total sense to test out the only thing that couldn’t kill him!”
“What!? Loki, you can’t just kill people because you’re curious!”
“Well, that Hera figure in your stories seems to think the opposite!”
You’d keep it a secret from your dad, though.
Thor would actually be really proud of Loki for making a friend.
Thor would know.
“Ah, brother! I see you have found a companion!”
“Preposterous! She is not a companion, but a friend.”
“HAH!”
Thor would constantly talk about his brother with you:
“When we were children, he would constantly read those books that you enjoy. I am not surprised that he has found a friend who does as well.”
“Pfft. Did he also have that annoying habit of disappearing when you suddenly lose that collection of Penny Dreadfuls you lent him?”
“No? But, he did tend to destroy my property many times when we were small, like my old friend Tyr.”
Eventually, you and Loki would start talking about different books:
“The romance genre seems rather repetitive.”
“Like what?”
“Well, there are constant love triangles and blatant polyamory in these novels.”
“Are you reading Matched?”
“Yes. Why?’
“Nothing.”
“My point is: what two men would continue to pursue after a woman who is clearly in love with another?”
“It’s all about the chase.”
“What chase? Are they chasing each other?”
You’d snort and poke his nose.
“No, it’s a saying. It means that every man prefers the work and effort required to ‘woo’ a woman.”
“I see.”
Man is into you.
And it’s not like you can’t tell, you are a genius after all.
You could see it all the time:
Stealing glances at you when he’d think you were reading
Indulging in your curiousity about his powers
Bringing you snacks while you work
Staying up with you when were working late and making conversation
Asking you questions about yourself
Dude would be pretty obvious.
You’d talk to Thor about it:
“Do you think he’s going to ask me out?”
“What does this mean? ‘Ask you out?’”
“Like, does he want to ‘court’ me?”
“Oh definitely. Without a doubt.”
But when he never makes a move, you’d confront him about it:
“What are we doing?”
“Whatever do you mean?”
“Loki, I know you like me.”
“No. If anything, I tolerate you.”
“Uhuh. Be real with me.”
He would sigh and not be able to meet your eyes.
“My dear, we both know that I am much older than you. I would not be able to satisfy the insatiable fire of your youth. I would bore you.”
You would actually laugh out loud.
“Oh wait. You’re serious?”
It would take a little bit of time to convince Loki that he was more than enough for you:
“‘Sup, most interesting man in the world?”
“How’s my handsome bean doing today?”
“Hey, who has two fingers and loves you? ME!”
Honestly, I think he’d only agree to date you to stop with the “encouragement” as you called it.
But it would be fun.
You still wouldn’t tell your dad.
But it wouldn’t be long before he found out.
“Hey, kiddo, I was wondering if you could-”
You’d been reading.
In Loki’s lap.
There would definitely be some collateral damage made that day.
Your dad wouldn’t let you out of your room for three days.
Don’t even get me started on how he would go after Loki.
“You’re dating my daughter!?”
“Stark, she’s an adult, she can make her own-”
“She is a child!”
“No she isn’t!”
There would have to be some external interference.
“Hey, Tony, let’s just take a second to calm down and-”
“Clint, if you say another word, I will throw you out of that window.”
So there’d be some physical fighting, resulting in the Avengers holding both of them back.
“You’re a friggin’ cradle robber!”
“She is well beyond childhood Stark and you know it!”
“Well she’s still way younger than you!”
That one hit close.
“You don’t think I know that!?”
The room would go quiet.
“I ask her every, single day if I make her happy! Because I can’t believe it myself!”
Loki wouldn’t even care who was around as he shouted.
“But she always says the same thing: ‘You’ve made me more happy than any language can translate into.’“
They would both be let go.
Honestly, the scene gets kinda awkward because Tony would try and comfort him, but he’s still angry and oh no drama, blah, blah, blah.
But, it would open Tony’s eyes a bit.
It would still take major convincing from the other Avengers for him to let you out and just accept that you were growing up.
But not before major threats were made:
“If you hurt her in any way, we will be testing that theory on whether or not you can die.”
“I can lock you up in a facility so isolated and far away that the entire world will pass you by and you’ll rot until the end of time.”
It would get pretty dark.
But, you would finally be released from your temporary prison.
“Dad, you way overreacted.”
“No I didn’t.”
“Tony, you locked the girl in her room for three days, straight.”
“Steve! Stay out of this!”
“Well, Tony, you’ve always been overprotect-”
“Hey! Green giant! Stay outta this!”
“And why on earth would you discuss this with Loki instead of her? That’s sexist.”
“Thank you, Nat!”
Now that the two of you were more open with your relationship, you were able to do more together.
You would go on dates to New York City, Philadelphia, Seoul, y’know, normal stuff.
While Loki doesn’t necessarily like going out, he does enjoy watching you get so excited to spend time together.
“Oh my goodness! This coffee has so much whipped cream! Take my picture!”
There would be a lot of photos within the first few weeks of dating.
Loki’s photography skills would be actual trash though.
“Why are you silent?”
“Well, the photo I took of you eating the 32 cm ice cream is hot, but the one you took of me makes me look like the hippo from Madagascar.”
But he’d also be secretly into those cheesy couple photos (You know which ones I’m talking about.)
He’d also be more physically affectionate:
Holding your hands in public
Letting you rest your head on his shoulder when the two of you read together
Wrapping his arms around your stomach from behind you when you were “ignoring” him
Surprise kisses during meals together
Dude, but this man gets so jealous so easily:
“He was clearly trying to seduce you with his prowess.”
“His ‘prowess?’ Loki, he asked me for my name so that he could write it on the cup.”
“…”
“Whatever.
And it doesn’t matter what gender, either.
“Loki, I promise that when I said ‘she’s cute’ I was just complimenting her outfit. You’re much cuter than she is.”
He’d be all pout-y but still take your hand in his.
“I know that.”
The first time you said “I Love You” would be really soft:
He’d be watching a movie with you one night.
“I still think that they should’ve stayed together.”
He’d look down and just be happy.
You’d been cuddling with him on the couch, just resting your head on his chest.
And he’d realize that he had everything that he’d ever wanted in one person.
“I love you.”
Your eyes would get wide and you’d sit straight up.
“What did you just say?”
Then he’d get all flustered and embarrassed,
“I said you’re annoying!”
But you’d heard him.
“Well, if I’m so annoying then I guess I’ll just have to leave you-”
“Okay, I said ‘I love you.’”
“Exactly.”
Then you’d cuddle back onto his chest with a wide grin.
“I love you, too.”
Your dad would hate everything
But, Loki would still sometimes be insecure about the age difference sometimes:
“Oh, wow! I wish my daughter would spend time with me like that.”
Loki’s hand on your back would turn cold (Jotun form) before dropping down.
“Hey, don’t listen to them, they’re just confused.”
But he’d still be moody for the rest of the day.
It wouldn’t be until later that night that he’d get some reassurance from you.
“Loki?”
“Yes, my darling?”
“I love you.”
It would still shock Loki a little bit whenever you said that.
But in a good way ( :
You’d look up at him with those big eyes that he loved so much.
He’d chuckle and realize that no matter what others thought, you still love him all the same.
He would sigh and wrap an arm around you and put a little smooch on your forehead.
“I know, love. I love you, too.”
Overall, a very wholesome relationship.
Especially when considering that the dude is still a century older than you.
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