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Hot Chocolate Is Fabulous

Request/Prompt: Hey! Can you do the prompt “Hey, hey, calm down, they can’t hurt you anymore.” with Kurt Wagner? Thanks!

Note: I’ve never written Kurt (or taken a lot of notice to him - not trying to offend anyone but I don’t find him interesting much) but SURE!

“Milk,” you muttered, half asleep. You dragged yourself down the halls, trying to get to the kitchen, looking for a drink - you rarely slept a lot during the night, your powers stopped you from a lot of rest so you woke early. You dorm was on the other side of the institute so you had to walk past most of the other dorms to get to the kitchen. 

Lazily, you scratched the back of your neck, almost walking into a corner - waking you up a little bit more. You walked past a half open door that showed the inside of what you recognised to be Kurt’s room. As you tip-toed past you heard low mutterings, causing you to cease walking. You crept around the area, trying to listen out for the mumbles. 

They got the smallest bit louder and you realised that it wasn’t in English, which essentially made it worse as now you wouldn’t be able to figure out what they were saying. You pressed your ear against each door in the nearby area, not finding the source but as you began to walk away, you finally realised that it was coming from Kurt’s room. 

You slid between the gap of the door as it was already open and looked around for the blue man. “Kurt,” you whispered, not seeing him on his bed. You heard heavy breathing then a loud thump. “Kurt!” You gassed, climbing over his bed to see him on the floor of the other side.

“No,” he muttered, the only word you could understand in English. He crawled into a corner of his room then hugged his knees and began to rock back and forth. You jumped off his bed and crawled over to him and cupped his cheeks.

“Kurt, you need to wake up,” you commanded, trying to shake him. Though he was still asleep. “Come on,” you muttered, shaking his shoulders a bit. His eyes flew open and he started to panic and look, frantically, around the room. “Hey, hey, calm down, they can’t hurt you anymore,” you assured, you knew about his nightmares and what they were about but you didn’t know they could get this bad.

His breathing slowed a bit and sweat rolled down his face. “I am sorry, I did not mean to scare you,” he whispered, tuck his head between his knees.

“Hey, that’s okay, you can’t control nightmares they aren’t your fault,” you reassured, silently willing him to look up to you. “Do you want to talk about it?” He shook his head in response. For a few minutes, you just sat in silence - the sound of your breathing filling the empty space.

“You should go back to sleep,” he sat, slowly rising off the ground.

“I can’t sleep, I’m going to the kitchen,” you said, rubbing your arms up and down. He took notice of the small goosebumps that rose on your skin and pick the scrunched up blanket off his bed. He wrapped it around you and gave a small smile; to which you returned with a hug.

“You gonna stay up with me?” You asked.

“It is not like I have a choice,” he replied, grabbing your arms. You threw him a confused look just before a small flash then ending up in the kitchen.

“Nice,” you said, walking over to the fridge and pulling out some milk and chocolate. “You like hot chocolate?” 

“No, I have not, is it good?” 

“Hot chocolate is fabulous, I’ve decided that we’re having that now,” you announced, grabbing all the things you’d need to make the delicious hot drink. He watched your every move with a strong interested and when you had finally finished making the drink, he accepted it with open hands.

“Thank you,” Kurt said as you took a seat in front of his, on the opposite side of the counter.

“It’s okay,” you said, assuring him about more than just the drink. Kurt Wagner

Anything (Loki x reader)

You should do story where Loki x reader are together during AOU and during Stark’s party when everyone is trying to lift the hammer the reader gives it a try and lifts it. Idk what should happen after that.

//Okay I made a slight change because if (Y/N) could move the hammer that means Asgardian business and that would cause trouble so vv sorry :) // ——————————-

Loki was a large nuisance around the Avengers. Even after he apologized for everything, and managed to get out of his Asgardian prison sentence.

The only one he was kind to was (Y/N). “His (Y/N),” he reminded himself daily.

The way they met would forever be an Avenger favorite. (Y/N) was brought in with very dangerous skills with water. She could control it at her will. Loki thought it suited her very well; the way her movements seemed liquid.

He could watch her for hours. The way her eyes would light up whenever music played. Not the new kind, but classics that had a taste of a different era. She would grab his hand and laugh while they stumbled around the massive lounge.

He loved to run his hands through her wild hair and always stated how opposite her personality contrasted. She was calm with bright eyes and soft skin, and she made everyone look twice when they saw her.

So he had no idea how she had been so taken with him from the beginning. As soon as she caught sight of him standing in her new dwelling, she smiled at him and talked to him for hours about anything and everything; ranging from questioning life to the cuteness of koalas. He was wrapped around her finger quite soon.

He would do anything she asked. Anything, except attend Tony’s monthly parties. He hated the social interaction, and would much rather tuck himself in the library with (Y/N) hooked to his side. (Y/N) however, enjoyed the Avengers’ antics far too much, and always tried to persuade Loki to join in on the fun, to which he politely declined.

So it was at one of Tony Stark’s famous parties, that she sat laughing while the other avengers attempted to lift Thor’s hammer. They all stopped laughing when Steve made it budge. He quickly stopped once he saw Thor’s face and retreated. Thor gave a chuckle, but anyone could tell it was forced.

“Oh, you’re laughing (Y/N), but go ahead and try,” Clint pestered with a grin taking up his face. (Y/N) knew she couldn’t pick it up with her hands so she quickly accumulated the surrounding water supply and pushed it under the hammer until it began to rise.

“That’s cheating, (Y/N)!” Tony screeched at her. She just giggled an agreement out and set the weapon back on the table.

“A worthy display, Lady (Y/N), but I feel that doesn’t deem you worthy,” he chuckled with a raised brow.

“Worthy? How could you be worthy? You’re all killers. You want to protect the world, but you don’t want it to change. There’s only one path to peace… your extinction,” a deep electronic voice emerged from the mangled body of an iron man suit. The Avengers stepped back and looked to Tony in question. They silently listened to the android’s speech until it remarked about killing someone.

“You killed someone?” Steve asked in concern. Tony and Bruce exchanged a glance and muttered ‘Ultron’ to each other. (Y/N) quickly held her hands near the pipes of the water supply.

Everyone quickly jumped into action once the Iron Legion drones began to attack them. The water burst from the pipes and cut through them like a filet knife. (Y/N) was doing great until there were two attacking her at once; one held her hands down and another slammed her head on the hard flooring. The bots were quickly destroyed after bursts of green magic spread through their hardware.

The rest of the team quickly realized, though Ultron’s body was destroyed, he wasn’t. After seeing the damaged state (Y/N) was in Tony raced over; hovering where she laid motionless in Loki’s arms. Green mist seeped out of Loki’s hands as they covered (Y/N)’s bloodied and torn wrists, leaving her skin healed. He clutched her to his chest and held her away from Tony. “You’ve done enough, Anthony,” he muttered through clenched teeth.

He picked her battered figure off the ground and carried her to the tower’s care unit. A head wound would take much more than magic to heal.

He would do anything she asked. Anything, even attend one of Tony Stark’s famous parties.

Lakeside picnic

Note: Steve surprises you with a picnic by the lakeside. When you’ve eaten, Steve thinks it’s a good idea to go swimming, but you soon have to tell him you can’t because you don’t know how do swim.

“I could lie here forever with you,” Steve mumbled into the side of your neck.

You giggled as his breath tickled your skin, “Oh, I wish we could, Steve,” You rolled over onto your stomach and propped yourself up on your elbows, “But remember the last time we got home late? I am not sitting through another one of Sam’s lectures about being ‘safe’?”

Steve laughed as he stood “You’re right, sweetheart,” He reached out his hand to you, “But there’s one more thing I need to do before we go. Are your pockets empty?”

You raised your eyebrow, “Yes… Why?” You answered as you took his hand to get up. Instead of responding, Steve lifted you off the ground and threw you over his shoulder in one swift motion.

You screamed at the sudden movement, “Put me down Rogers!”

You felt Steve’s chest rumble as he laughed, “Relax, Y/N, I won’t drop you,” He said as he moved away from the picnic rug, “…Yet,” You could imagine the grin on his face as he said it.

Your eyes widened as you neared the lake and you realised what he was about to do, “No, Steve! I can’t–”

Before you could finish, you felt yourself and Steve tumbling into the water, making a loud splash.

You could feel as you separated from Steve under the water, reaching you arms out desperately to try and grab him while trying to push yourself up to the surface.

Steve’s arms finally found their way around your torso to lift you up above the water you were gasping for air.

“Y/N? Y/N, breathe,” Steve said, still holding onto you as you both floated in the water. He emphasised his breathing in hopes that you would follow along, and it started to work as you felt your heart rate slowing back to a normal pace.

You finally caught you breath back enough for you to speak, “I’m sorry, Steve, I’m just… Not comfortable in the water.”

Steve laughed, “I get it, going in fully clothed isn’t the comfiest thing to swim in, right?” He looked up at you, “Y/N?”

You lowered your head, shaking slightly as you began to sob. Steve gently stroked your cheek, beckoning you to look up at him. But you kept your gaze firmly planted downwards. He kept his hand securely on your arm the entire time, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

You shook your head.

“You can tell me anything, Y/N. You know that.”

You finally looked up at him, “I… I can’t swim, Steve,” You said finally, feeling embarrassed, “I didn’t want you to think I was pathetic.”

Steve was silent for a moment before he lifted your chin and dried your tears away, “Come here,” He said, pulling you closer to him as he gently lead you both back to the grass.

He ran quickly to fetch a towel from the picnic basket and wrapped it around you before gesturing for you to sit on the grassy bank.

Steve draped his arm around your shoulder, “I’m sorry I dragged you into there, Y/N. If I knew how much danger I was putting you–”

“It’s not your fault, Steve. Really,” You said, “I just… I didn’t want you to think anything less of me for knowing that I can’t even swim.”

“Hey, it’s not easy,” He smiled, “And I would never think of you differently over something like that,” He waved his hand, “You’re still my best girl, Y/N,” He leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“I don’t think that towel is doing you much good though,” He observed. You looked down and saw you were still drenched.

“It’s fine, I’ll just have to air dry,” You smiled.

“Or we could go back in the water?” A playful grin appeared on his face.

“But Steve–”

“It’ll be fine, Y/N. I’ll give you a piggy back,” He winked as he took your hand and moved back towards the lake.

#53 “That is the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.” #97 “Fuck, are you bleeding?”

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“… and that’s it.” Steve finishes serious, but with a small smile on his face. “That’s the stupidest plan you’ve ever had.” You break the silence after a few minutes. “Of course I’m in.” “(Y/N), no.” Bucky pleads quietly and shakes his head, but you ignore it. You understand that he wants you safe, but that doesn’t mean that you sit on your ass all day and wait until he’s coming home.

Blood is dripping down your hip and you press your hand on it, trying to hide it from Bucky and the others. “Fuck, are you bleeding?” Tony asks and you close resigned. Immediately Bucky comes to you, checking your body for wounds. A hiss leaves his mouth as he sees the scratch. “It’s fine, baby.” You say, but as you open your eyes your vision is blurred. “Shit…(Y/N), noo.” Bucky shouts. It’s the last thing you hear before you collapse in his arms…

For anon

Nina clung to her father desperately. They had been fortunate enough to get back to America unnoticed. The little girl’s cheeks were stained with tears and snot. She hadn’t stop crying since the incident.

Out of fright, Nina had made the animals go into a slight frenzy. In the confusion, a guard accidentally let the arrow fly from his bow. Having seen it, her mother threw Nina to the side before the arrow plunged into her heart. Shaken, but realizing the need to get his daughter safe, Erik had grabbed Nina and left.

Now the pair was standing in front of a large mansion. The moon was high in the sky. As if sensing them, the door opened to reveal his old friend. Charles greeted them with a somber expression. Erik, while holding Nina on his hip, walked over to him.

“I don’t suppose you already looked,” Erik rasped, half-hoping he did so he didn’t have to say it. Charles nodded. He licked his lips, eyes tearing up. “I am so sorry, Erik. Come on in.”

Charles wheeled into the house, the two following. Nina wiped her hand against her nose before resting her head on her father’s shoulder.

“I’ve already set up a room for the two of you,” Charles explained quietly, “It’s your old room, actually.” Erik nodded, chest still heavy. Charles spun to face him. “I suggest the two of you sleep. Then we can talk in the morning.” Erik nodded again. He spoke, voice coming out shaky, “Thank you, Charles.”

The man smiled while giving a nod. Without another word, Charles spun back around, continuing to lead the pair through the quiet halls.

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A reminder to myself and others: It’s important to let yourself rest when you need it 💙

NEW ‘DOCTOR STRANGE’ POSTERS RELEASED!

So.

As you might imagine, my inboxes have been flooded over the last few days.  My fic represents, for a lot of people, either their start in Avengers fandom, or the safe place they retreat to when the angst and infighting and shipwars got too intense.  Which I get, and I appreciate, and I’m so glad if my old fics can give people a little happiness, even after all this time.

But there’s a thread I keep picking up in comments, that kind of worries me.

That things that happened in the MCU have taken the fandom away from them.  That the way things happened in Endgame have left people distraught, or angry, or just grieving.  And a lot of people have worried that they’ve ‘lost’ these characters.

And look.

Look.

I say this as a fandom old.  I say this as someone who reads comics.  Who came from the Trek fandom.  Who’s lived through bad movie adaptations and subpar ghostwriters and writing staff changes that have destroyed tv shows before they had a chance to really fly.

Don’t let canon take anything away from you.

You can be disappointed in a thing.  You can have your heart broken by a writer.  You can hope against hope that something that means the world to you will be ‘true,’ but don’t let a corporation take your heroes away from you.

Every one of us has to pick and choose what we keep and what we leave behind.  But every single version of Captain America has been fanfiction since Jack Kirby and Joe Simon put their pens down.  He’s owned by a corporation, and they can decide what’s on screen, who gets paid to write him, who gets the big platform.  They get to decide canon.

But canon is meaningless.

Canon is a way to win an argument in a bar or in a schoolyard.  It’s knowing publication dates and issue numbers and who wrote what arc and when the reboots happened.  It exists.

But when I think of Hawkeye, canon is only part of the picture.  I do think of Matt Fraction’s run on the comics.  I do think of those early years, sneaking my brother’s issues of West Coast Avengers.  I think of the weird, wild, off beat run of Secret Avengers.  But I also think of @dr-kara’s art of him.  I think of fanfic long since deleted, that introduced me to the fandom tropes of Clint living in the vents.  I think of the Tumblr posts, diving deep into the psychology of trauma, into his place as the most human and the most pointless of the original six, into a thousand stupid memes.  Caw-caw, motherfucker.  I think of the comments I got, telling me he was OOC.  I think of the Hawkeye cosplayers I’ve met, including the one guy who was in full gear at Star Wars Celebration in Florida.  I asked him why, and he shrugged and said, ‘Clint would’ve.’  I agree with him.  

I think of the first time a friend put a bow in my hands, and showed me how to shoot, wobbly and uneven, at a straw target all the way across the yard.

I think of the bruises that dotted my arms afterwards.

So canon can add new things.  Take bits away.  Make me think.  Make me hurt.

But nothing canon does will ever cause him to be different, not on any fundamental level.  Clint Barton started forming in my head when I was eight years old.  He belongs to Marvel, but the version I carry with me has a lot more sources than that.

Guys, this is a long way of saying: find your own version of the character.  Find what you need in a fandom.  And think of canon like that one fic that has a million kudos on AO3 and you just. Don’t.  Know.  Why.  That one fic, that everyone talks about, that you just can’t stand.

If canon doesn’t work for you, then discard it.  And move on.

But don’t let a corporation take a character you love away from you.

Don’t ever let that happen.

What the hell is even going on this week…?

Star Wars fans are up in arms about the… well, questionable decisions made in Rise Of Skywalker. It did, however, have the strange and almost unprecidented effect of uniting shippers and antis against a common enemy (JJ).

The film adaptation of Cats was not so divisive… but holy cow… what the… I mean… what.

Misha Collins had hip replacement surgery for dysplasia.

J.K. Rowling messed up big time, causing thousands of people to claim that Hatsune Miku is the actual author of the Harry Potter series.

The conservative-heavy U.K. Parliament backed a deal for Brexit to go through at the end of January.

An asteroid three times as tall as the Great Pyramid of Giza just scraped by our planet.

Donald Trump was impeached. Only he wasn't? Or he was, but might not be? Or he is and probably won't be removed from office? Or he will be removed from office and we'll end up with Pence as president instead? Or Pence won't become president, because Trump's entire cabinet goes with him? What is going on?

In other "presidential" news, after Greta Thunberg was named Time Magazine's Person Of The Year, Trump's 2020 campaign Twitter account posted a picture of the magazine cover with Trump's face pasted over Greta's.

There was a reported Wawa data breach that exposed customer credit / debit card numbers, expiration dates, and cardholder names at potentially all their store gas pumps and registers.

The private information of over 267 million Facebook users was reportedly exposed online.

India is in turmoil over a controversial citizenship law.

But also…

The Democratic debate was a mostly-civil affair.

Germany banned "conversion therapy" for minors.

The FDA has issued approval for an ebola vaccine.

Scientists in Brazil have successfully 3-D bio-printed a functioning human mini-liver.

Sebastian Stan modeled for Men's Health Magazine (and the internet melted).

It was discovered that the US government has listed the fictional nation of Wakanda as a trade partner.

NASA has confirmed the existence of a new class of planets called "super-puffs," which have the density of cotton candy.

Virginia biochemist, Camille Schrier, was crowned Miss America after putting on a lab coat and giving "a colorful chemistry demonstration of the catalytic decomposition of hydrogen peroxide" onstage.

…

I mean, what is going on here? It's like 2019 forgot to do a bunch of stuff, so now it's piling it all up at the end and shoving it at 2020 like

Happy Birthday to our space princess on what would’ve been her 62nd birthday. We miss and love you so much Carrie Frances Fisher.