Game Night - Avengers X Reader

MYTHOLOGY: Creatures of Myth

Snip Snip

Requested by: @awkwardsituation101

Since you take requests I’m going to annoy you some more if that’s okay. A Bucky x reader where she wants short hair so he helps her cut it? Thank you, you fantastic human

A/N: Idek I just really liked writing this it was so cute, thank you so much for the request! Keep em coming I’ll write whatever you guys want! Btw it took all the self-control in the world to not name this Snip Snap Padiwack or Snip Snip Motherfucker…

Warning: nada just enjoy!

Words: 1272

Bucky Barnes x Reader (they have like mid-back length hair but it’s gender neutral)

You were in one of the many bathrooms of Avengers Tower, staring at your reflection in the mirror. You frowned, throwing a long, wet lock of your hair over your shoulder. You bent over, pulling all your hair to the crown of your head, attempting to make a ponytail. You frowned again. Next, you twisted your hair around itself, trying for a bun. Still, this did not satisfy you. Braids? No…Ponytails? No…Fishtail? No…Curly, straight, wavy, it just wasn’t settling with you. You could find no satisfaction in the long tresses of hair falling past your chest.

Eventually, you gave up, and, gathering your things, you left the restroom. You had been in the showers connected to the training room, having just come from a workout. You were now in sweats and a light, loose fitting pajama shirt, figuring that you would just take the rest of the day easy. However, now, as you made your way to the floor that was home to your bedroom, you pondered doing something else.

Throwing your gym bag onto the floor as you entered your room, you enter the bathroom within your bedroom. It was identical to all of the other bathrooms that were connected to the other bedrooms in the Avengers Tower. when you walked in, the shower was to the left. The sink and toilet were to the right, and a small table composed of drawers was straight ahead.

You strode over to the table, digging around for a handheld mirror and a pair of scissors. After you found what you were looking for, you walked over to the sink, once again staring at your reflection. You spun around so your back was to the mirror on the wall. You help the other mirror in front of you so that you got a nice view of your back through the reflections of the mirrors working together. Your hair fell down to your mid back.

After some more experimentation, you realized that it was a feudal attempt, trying to reach around yourself to try to snip off the hair in the dead center of the back of your head. Plus, even if you could reach it properly, there was no way the ends would even resemble a straight line.

Sighing, you placed your tools on the sides of the sink and left your room, searching for help. Fortunately, while turning a corner, you literally ran into Bucky Barnes.

“Bucky!” You gasped, jumping backwards, “Lord, you scared me!”

“Sorry, darling,” Bucky said, rubbing his hands together, “My bad.” He let out a light laugh.

“No, it’s fine,” You said, grabbing his hand, “I need your help.”

Your fingers entwined with his as you led him to your room. You guys had been going out for almost a year now, and it was the happiest either of you had been in a while. Bucky especially.

When you got into the bathroom, you handed Bucky the scissors.

“O…kay?” Bucky asked.

“I want it off, Buck,” you said, pulling your hair to rest in front of your shoulders, “All of it, now.”

“All of it?” Bucky seemed incredulous, “Don’t you, like, wanna go an inch at a time or something?”

“Nope,” you stated, shaking your head, “I want it up to here,” you gestured to the top of your shoulder, “We can match.”

Bucky still looked very unsure about this whole thing. He looked at you, slightly concerned, as if you might have lost your mind but he wasn’t quite sure if he should be extremely worried or not yet.

“You’re sure you wanna do this, (Y/N)?” Bucky asked, “Because what if you do it and then you wish you hadn’t?”

You sighed and plopped down onto the edge of the bathtub.

“Bucky, I swear, I want to do it. Would you please just help me?” You asked, you were growing a little frustrated by his unsureness.

Bucky sat down next to you on your left and placed his hand over yours which had been gripping the side of the tub. He looked you straight in the eyes and gave you a little smile.

“I’m sorry, doll, I just don’t want to mess up.” Bucky told you, his hand still on yours, “Maybe you could cut a little in the front just so I can see where you want it at.”

Bucky was much more comfortable after you had shown him. He had held the mirror for you so that you could cut the first peice. You handed him back the scissors and straddled the tub, one foot inside it and one foot on the cool tiles outside of it. Bucky sat the same way behind you. The cold fingers of his metal hand brushed over the skin of your neck when he went to move some hair over your shoulder. Your flesh erupted in goose bumps at the sudden unexpected change in temperature. Bucky pressed a warm kiss to the same spot and let out a soft “sorry” against your skin.

You were pretty nervous now that Bucky had started, but it calmed you down that it was him doing this and no one else. You closed your eyes and concentrated on the soft sniiiip as the scissors cut through your hair, the soft ends tickling your skin as they fell onto the floor or into the bathtub. It went on for quite some time. You guessed that Bucky was trying to take his time, making sure he got the edges perfect the first time around.

“You doing okay?” Bucky asked a few times. You would just hum back a reply, keeping your eyes closed, trying to keep still, and trying not to think so much about how much lighter your head was starting to feel.

Finally, after seemingly a few hours, but what turned out to actually be only half of one, you were done.

“Okay,” Bucky said as he flicked a few last hairs off of your clothes, “You’re done.”

You went to grab the smaller mirror but Bucky snatched it away, “Wait, wait, wait, this calls for the big mirror.” Bucky smiled as he clamped his hands over your eyes.

He guided you out of the bathroom and into your bedroom. Even though it was all dark, you could navigate the room pretty well, having lived there for almost your whole life. However, there were a few toes that were bumped and arms that were bruised, but that was alright because you loved hearing Bucky laugh and he thought the same about you.

Bucky steered you over to the wall with a full-body mirror on it. He positioned you directly in front of it and then all at ones he snatched his hands away and let a quiet “ta da!”

The first thing you did was run your fingers through it. It was so great to only have about a foot of hair. It was crazy, but it was great. Your mouth hung open slightly, but all you could do was touch your hair. This was so wonderful!

“Do you like it?” Bucky asked, hope and nerves seeping into his speech.

You turned to him and your arms flew around his neck, “I love it Bucky! Thank you so much I could not have done this by myself!”

Bucky laughed, wrapping his arms around your back and smiling into your short hair, “Thank God, I think I was more nervous than you.” He pressed a small kiss to the side of your head and the two of you got ready to go to dinner, you bouncing with excitement to show the rest of the team.

Of Oblivious Minds (4)

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: You're positive Azriel is in love with Elain. It seems so obvious. But Cassian is laughing at you and suddenly nothing makes quite so much sense anymore.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Angst

a/n: Thank you for reading and sorry for the wait!! I hope you enjoy :) Let me know what you think ❤️

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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You were leaving today, and suddenly—with your bags at your feet and the air around you filled with stagnant silence—a few days seemed so juvenile. So… inconsequential in the grand scheme. 

You would leave, and when you returned everything would be the same. Azriel would still love another and you would still be left with the bleak realization that you had spent the last few centuries denying a love that you knew to be fruitless. 

Nothing would change if you were to be gone only a few measly days. 

But if you were to be gone a month? A year, even? 

Much of your work for Rhysand could be done from afar, especially with the library in Day Court. Helion wouldn’t mind; he’d asked you to consider an extended stay in the past. And maybe there could even be something there, something to take your mind off of your true home. 

The home that wasn’t Velaris. 

You saw him every time you closed your eyes. His rare smiles, his even rarer laughs; you saw the way his watchful eyes skated across every room you entered and reminisced on each twitch of his hands—the way you could feel it against your fingers when you grabbed for him in the busy streets of Velaris. 

Azriel was inescapable, even when you battled against your vision and attempted to drift to sleep. 

He was everywhere, everything. 

But he wouldn’t be in Day Court, and although that wouldn't stop your thoughts, it would be something. It would be distance. 

With a flick of your wrist, you sent your bags away to Day Court and heaved in an uncomfortably large breath. You knew he would do little to deny you, but you still needed to ask Rhys. He was your High Lord and employer, above all your friend, and you knew it would take a little persuading. 

Maybe tears. Yes, tears were very moving and equally as conjurable at the moment.

It only took one step before the knock on your door left you still. Your shoes made a dent in the carpet and you could hear him breathing on the other side of the ornately carved wood. You could always tell when it was Azriel. 

You shifted your weight from one knee to the next, gripping your skirts at the thigh. Azriel knocked again, this time in a faster pattern—more rushed. 

You bit into your lip. You hadn’t planned to see him again, not before you left. You would deal with the repercussions of such an act later on, but not now. Not when you had finally gotten your emotions under control for long enough to have a conversation with Rhys. 

It made sense to you now why you had repressed this for so long. 

The sound of your voice was startling. “Come in.” 

The door creaked, but the sound was overpowered by Azriel’s boot clicking against shining marble. The shadowsinger entered before his shadows, but the wisps followed close behind, quickly abandoning their master in favor of darting toward you. They twisted up your legs and elbows, rolling into your hair and dancing along your fingertips. 

Something like fear, love, crushing defeat tugged and tugged at your chest. 

“Azriel,” you greeted, aiming for a surprised tone and failing. “Have you come to see me off?” 

The spymaster didn’t smile. “Rhys sent me. He said you might have a message for him.” 

That cauldron-damned meddler. Of course he somehow knew about your reservations. You doubted he knew exactly what you had to say, but you had been dragging your feet all morning and were currently about an hour late for your own departure. 

And of course he had sent Azriel of all people. 

“Oh! Well, I suppose I could go and—” 

“Why is half of your vanity gone?” 

You blinked, startled by the words. If Azriel was anything, he was polite and never one to cut someone off. You went to search Azriel’s expression but found him zeroed in on the table pushed into the corner of your room. 

“What?” It was all you could think to formulate. 

But Azriel was quick to respond. “Almost all of your things are gone. Your perfumes and the pots of cream you keep on the side. You’ve only left the items you don’t use anymore.” 

“How do you know—” you cut yourself off this time, ignoring the glaring question that tried to blind you. “Azriel, I’m going away… to Day Court. You know this.”

But Azriel only shook his head, stalking over to the table and yanking the drawer open so harshly it shook the mirror. When he didn’t find what he was looking for, he went to your closet, throwing open the door, shoulders rising and falling with more effort. 

“Azriel—” 

“You’ve packed too much.” He turned to you, some of his shadows returning to wind around his chest. “You’ve taken most of your clothes.” 

“You know I always overpack,” you laughed, but the laugh sounded fake, painful. 

You fought the urge to cower under Azriel’s scrutinizing gaze. It was as if he was on fire, as if he was aflame and filled with something that had been pent up for far too long. If someone, anyone, were to look inside of you, they would see the same thing. 

Which is why you needed to get far, far away from this situation. Away from him.

But the longer you looked back at him—the longer you tried to slap that easygoing smile on your face—the longer he stared back with the same steady intensity. 

“Is something the matter?” you tried. 

Azriel’s hand twitched. 

That feeling crept along the edges of your ribs once again. 

“Is something the matter?” he parroted, jaw so impossibly tight the words came out pinched. 

You finally looked away, playing with your fingers. “Yes?” 

He started laughing. But it wasn’t the kind of laugh that made you feel light. It didn’t fill you with pride for eliciting such a sound from him, nor did it make you want to laugh in return. It made you feel dark; as Azriel laughed, you wanted to heave the sound back within the depths it flowed from. 

“There are several things that are the matter, y/n, but I’d say the most pressing is that you have been avoiding me for weeks. That every moment I’ve tried to spend with you has been promptly evaded and now you’re leaving and you had no intention of saying goodbye.” 

“I was going to—” 

“Please,” he pleaded, eyes soft yet so achingly desperate. “Don’t lie to me. Not right now.” 

The indent in the carpet was becoming permanent; you couldn’t seem to move. 

“I’ve been… I’ve been going through a hard time. Leaving seemed like it was the best for me. Just for a little while. Just until I could sort a few things out.” 

“For how long?” he asked, voice cracking along the precipice of the last word. 

You paused then, staring hard into his eyes. “A while.”

A shaky breath left the shadowsinger, his chest reflecting the sound. He ran a hand into his hair and tugged at the roots, an action you hadn’t seen him do in years. A sickening sort of pity ran through you—a sort of responsibility. 

Because Azriel was your friend, and he was going through something, too. You had no idea if his mate reciprocated his feelings. You found it hard to believe that anyone wouldn’t love Azriel, but the conversation you’d overheard last week gave nothing away. 

Maybe Azriel hadn’t told her yet because she didn’t love him. And maybe you were being a bad friend by not being there for him. 

Tossing your hurt to the side, you took a step forward. Azriel watched the movement, eyes flickering behind you to catch the previous imprint of your feet on the carpet. 

“I’m sorry,” you began, resolute. “I’m sorry that you felt you couldn’t tell me. And that you’ve been… having a hard time. I know I’m not leaving at the most opportune time, but you can write to me and I can help you.” 

Some of the brokenness on Azriel’s face morphed into confusion. “Help me?” 

“With your mate.” 

And it was as if Azriel had been shot. He physically recoiled, his right foot coming down to catch him as he fixed his imbalance. 

“I know you wanted to keep it private, but I overheard. Azriel—” You swallowed. Hard. “—It’s so wonderful that you’ve found your mate.” 

Something was set in motion, and Azriel was shaking his head. His gaze was fixed on you and his eyebrows were pushed together in a painful expression and he just kept shaking his head as your chest caved and it became hard to breathe. Something pulled from within and it felt like your heart was unraveling. 

Couldn’t he see how hard this was? How much it took from you just to acknowledge that he was destined for someone else? 

The shadowsinger seemed unaware of your inner turmoil, instead taking long steps across the room until he reached you. He leaned down, brought his hands up to your face, and he broke another piece of you as his forehead touched yours. 

He was whispering something, words so low even your fae ears couldn’t catch them, but you knew they were fast. Fast and incoherent and you weren’t even able to find their meaning in his expression because his eyes were squeezed so tightly. 

“Please, just notice. See it, angel, it’s there.” 

Your jaw quivered. He was so close to you. The few words you were able to make out were confusing. 

“My oblivious girl. Please.” 

“Azriel—” 

When he opened his eyes, the world fell off its axis. The fear in your chest—the feeling that had been unraveling you and leaving you weak—alighted. It pulled and pulled but this time it didn’t hurt. It no longer left splinters embedded in your ribs or took the breath from your lungs. 

As you looked up at Azriel, it was only soothing and warm and—

Mate. Azriel was your mate. 

You pushed back from him, stumbling and catching on the rug as you went toppling down to the floor. There was no pain from the fall; a numbness overtook your body where the warmth once flowed. 

“You’re my—Azriel, you—” 

There were no endings to the sentences you began. Azriel tried reaching a hand down, but when you wouldn’t take it he joined you on the floor. He sat with you between his legs, bringing you forward until your knees curled against his chest. And then he wrapped you in his arms and then his wings, taking calming breaths as yours ran rampant. 

“I am your mate,” he finished for you, so much more soothing than you had ever heard him speak.

“But Elain,” you gasped out, finding solace against his chest. You leaned your forehead against him and relished in the heat. 

“What of Elain?” Azriel asked, bringing a hand up against the back of your head. 

“You love Elain.” 

“I do not love Elain.” 

“And Mor?” 

“I do not love Mor, either.” 

You nodded against him. This would take longer for you to come to terms with later, but only simple answers were getting through to you now. And the bond—the bond—sang as you touched Azriel. The bond didn’t care if you were confused or hurt or disbelieving.

Your mind swam as a new influx of emotions filled you, but there was a distinction to them and you knew they weren’t your own. At first, it was hard to pick through them all; there were so many that they all blended together. There was an obvious tender love, but also a crippling fear that mingled with a darkness you couldn’t place. There was adoration and hopefulness and a sense of peace that lay at the bottom of all else. 

But you could tell this peace was new. It wasn’t as deeply ingrained as the others. 

Azriel leaned back, craning his neck down to catch your gaze. “Do you feel that?” he asked. When you nodded, he continued. “Those feelings have always belonged to you. All of them. I know there is not a lot of proof of that, and I will spend the rest of my life making up for that, but they have always belonged to you.” 

“Have you always felt mine?” you asked, voice sounding unused. 

“Since I’ve felt the bond,” he nodded. 

“How long have you…” 

Azriel sighed, but it wasn’t out of irritation. The bond told you as much. “Months.” 

Tears burned at the back of your eyes. “Then why did you never—” 

Azriel shushed you as your voice cracked. He ran both hands behind your head and held you steady as his lips pressed to your forehead. 

“I didn’t want to lose you.” 

Throat still closed, words still choked, you replied, “That is idiotic.” 

This time, when Azriel laughed, you felt that pride spark up in your chest. “I know, angel. Gods, do I know that.” 

There was a brief pause, a respite to the revelations and emotions in the room. You counted your breaths as you pressed against Azriel, and he ran his hands up and down the length of your spine, chaste kisses pressed to your head as the minutes ticked by. 

“Don’t leave.” Azriel broke the silence. “Stay. Please.” 

When you didn’t answer, he kept talking. 

“You don’t have to love me. I know that is a lot to ask and there are still so many questions left unanswered. But, y/n, I have loved you for a long, long time. I couldn’t bear it if you left. It has been difficult to even function this past week with you avoiding me. If you were to leave—”

“I only avoided you because I thought it wasn’t me,” you interrupted, pulling back once again to meet his gaze. “I thought you didn’t love me and I couldn’t stand it, so I wanted to leave.”

A grim line set into Azriel’s mouth. The desperation returned to his eyes. “We have wasted so much time.” 

“I wouldn’t say wasted. Not when you were here. Not when I was still with you.” 

“Angel.” The word came out like a plea, and then his lips were on yours. His hands pressed you closer and his mouth was hot against yours and it was everything you’d spent three centuries ignoring. You loved him, gods did you love him, and in this kiss was every proof that he loved you. 

You tangled your fingers in his hair, musing the already displaced strands. His wings quivered as you kissed him more, the action sending little pools of light into the bubble he had created. They felt warm against your eyelids, and when you pulled away to see the cause, Azriel moved his attention to your jaw, your cheek, your neck. 

“You are my mate,” he affirmed against your skin, low and gravelly. “Mine.” 

You pulled his head away, leaning your forehead against his own. “And you are mine.” 

“I love you,” he said. 

And you couldn’t say it back, not yet. Azriel seemed unperturbed by this and accepted your small smile as a reply, reciprocating it tenfold. His smile shone in the pockets of light created by his wings and his eyes no longer looked sad. It made you want to say it back.

When that guilt flooded you and your mouth parted, there was a tug at the bond instead. You gasped at the feeling, blinking up at Azriel with owlish eyes. 

“I’ve wanted to do that for months,” he admitted, smile softening as he ran scarred fingers along your cheeks. “Every time I felt your doubt or fear. I figured I could startle it out of you.” 

You rubbed at your chest. “It feels warm. And…” You couldn’t find the words.

“It feels good, angel. This bond was cold and it hurt, but it—it feels good. Like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.” 

A breathy, awestruck laugh escaped you. “You know, I still have to go to Day for the weekend. It’s court-appointed.” 

Azriel groaned, burying his face in your neck. “Then I will come with you,” he grumbled, words muffled against your skin. 

“You cannot. But you can wait for me to return and I will come right back here.”

After All This Time Pt.2

Requested?: Yes.

 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky and the reader dated in the 40′s, and after Bucky’s death she ends up getting iced with Cap, and becomes an Avenger. Bucky then finds out the reader is alive.

Warnings: Civil War spoilers (maybe??) Language.

Word count: 1,455

A/N: FINALLY. I’m so sorry this took forever. I promise I’ll try to update the next part sooner. I know this is nothing, but I think shit is gonna start to go down next chapter. Make sure to follow if you liked this and wanna know when I update. Also, gif isn’t mine, all credit goes to owner.

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Part 1

After All This Time

Ever since Bucky’s death sleep had become your worst enemy. It was as if your body didn’t want you to sleep, and even when it did, your mind tormented you with horrible nightmares, all about Bucky’s death.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y?” You called out into the darkness. On nights like this when you had no company you entertained yourself by talking to the computerized A.I.

“Yes, Ms. Y/N?” The robotic lady-like voice responded.

You closed your eyes, clutching the sheets to your chest. “Do you think I’ll ever see Bucky again?”

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Watch Me

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 687 words

Warnings: Absolutely none. This is all fluff and cuteness. 

Request: Bucky sees the reader one day and follows the reader but keeps his distance and is to nervous to approach the reader but you notice and introduce yourself. Anonymous _______________________________________________________________________

You can feel his eyes like daggers in your back, but you don’t think he means harm. He’s been watching you clear tables all afternoon and you’ve dropped things several times throughout the day, because his stare makes you nervous. Every time you look his way he quickly looks at something else, but you’re confident that he is indeed looking at you. 

“How can I help?” you ask another customer but your mind is somewhere else; what would happen if you introduced yourself? You take down the order while you ponder the question. The worst thing that could happen is that he denies everything and you scare him off. 

“Mary, can I leave a bit earlier today?” you ask your boss wanting to talk to the man before he disappears.

“I don’t see why not. You take the finished orders out and you’re free to go,” Mary smiles. You thank her and hurry out with the last dishes before heading out back to change into your regular clothes. 

“Here goes nothing,” you mumble to yourself before heading outside. But when you get outside you notice that the man is gone. As if he was never there to begin with. 

“What the hell?” you ask yourself looking around. He couldn’t have just disappeared. He was there just a minute ago and the streets are too crowded for him to make a quick exit. You sigh as you begin to walk home. It’s a 30-minute walk and after 15 minutes of walking you feel his glare again. You turn around and notice him behind you. It’s starting to creep you out because he seems to want something from you. Why else would he be following you? Deciding to catch him in the act you turn around a corner and wait for him to follow. It doesn’t take long before you’re suddenly face to face with him. 

“Hi,” you breathe a little nervous. It’s starting to down upon you what you’re actually doing. He could be a stalker or something worse. 

“Hi,” he says a bit wondrous. It’s only now you notice that there’s something different about his arm. Is it silver? 

“I’m Y/N,” you say wanting to tread carefully. 

“That’s a pretty name,” he says and you wait a moment, but he doesn’t say more. He doesn’t introduce himself and you can’t help but wonder who he is. 

“Thank you,” you say blushing a little, “what’s your name?” 

“Bucky. I mean that’s just my nickname. I-My name is James Buchanan Barnes,” the tall man replies. You can’t help but laugh a little. 

“I like Bucky.” It’s quiet for a while. “Why have you been following me?”

“I just thought you were really beautiful. You are really beautiful,” he says stammering a little. You can’t help but find it adorable how shy he is. With his enormous arms and his tough exterior you’re surprised to learn that he’s practically a teddy bear at heart. 

“Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself,” you reply feeling your cheeks burning. Both of you stand there in awkward silence waiting for the other to say something. 

“Well, are you going to ask me out or not?” you ask feeling a little bold. You’ve clearly taken Bucky by surprise with sudden outburst. But he quickly recovers and smiles. 

“Can I buy you a cup of coffee?” he asks. 

“I don’t drink coffee,” you say deciding to tease him a little. You need to get him back for staring at you all day. He looks like a lost puppy because coffee is apparently the only idea he has. 

“I’m just joking. I’d love a cup of coffee,” you say laughing a little. He starts laughing himself as he realises your comment was meant as a tease. 

“Come on,” you say grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers with his. You’re surprised at how bold you’re acting, but Bucky seems to give you confidence. And it doesn’t take you long to find a coffeehouse. Once inside and seated you can finally have a proper conversation with the gorgeous man in front of you. 

“Tell me about yourself.”

LOKI - WANDA

“Illusions” | request by @mischiefinthedungeons

Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan during the ‘Captain America: The Winter Soldier’ and ‘Captain America: Civil War’ film photocalls on 2014 and 2016.

“Oh, don’t be a bitch.” (requested by anon)

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MCU + 2019 calendar. End of an era.