“Are you sure it won’t give you a headache, love? I really love that you’re making it, but you know it fucks your system over.” Loki gave you a worried glance, nibbling at a beguni as he watched you ladle out the khichuri.
“It’ll be fine,"you waved it off excitedly, choosing to ignore the memories of the times you had gotten sick after eating khichuri. Which was almost every time you had ever eaten it. "It’s been years since I’ve had this, I can’t give a shit right now.” You hadn’t so much as had a whiff of the typical scent of a rainy day Bengali lunch in years, you couldn’t bring yourself to care about the aftermath just yet.
“So you can find an excuse to keep me in bed all weekend even after I’ve cured your headache with seiðr?"Loki grinned, setting the bowls ofilish fries beside your plates. "This smells absolutely delicious, by the way.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” You stood up on your tiptoes and pulled him down to kiss his cheek. “We’re gonna stay in bed all weekend anyway, you know it.”
You had barely pulled the chair towards yourself when he wrapped his arms around your waist to attack your neck with very wet kisses. You shrieked, laughing and struggling to get away as he tickled you.
“Don’t tempt me, love.”
“I’ll tempt you later, I wanna eat now!”
“Okay, okay!”
Obviously, you got a headache later that evening. And obviously, he cured it with seiðr, just as he had predicted. It was worth it, you smiled to yourself as you pressed your nose into Loki’s neck and joined him in a deep slumber, serenaded by the whisper of rain on the window panes.
Another self-indulged AU for my blorbos I’m gonna call it clownverse 2:
It’s the moment when Light regains his memories and he’s sure that he’s gonna win and that L is gonna die. And he’s almost celebrating his future victory BUT THEN something happens. Maybe they’re fighting for the last time and maybe L hits him too hard but at some point Light passes out and-
And then he wakes up to the singing of birds, the sun smiles at him through the window and someone’s cuddling against his back. And that someone is L. Light is confused, he has never been that confused in his entire life, maybe not even in that moment when he lost his memories. Is that some kind of a joke, L?, he thinks, Some kind of the investigation method? Another test? They’re not even in the Task Force headquarters. The room where Light is has classic, wooden furniture and he can see a garden through the window. He’s not even sure they’re still in Japan anymore. He’s looking for some tricks, trying to be rational in this situation but when L wakes up and says something like “Mornin’, love”, his eyes grow as big as deer’s eyes on the freeway and he’s like Ok, what the fuck. “It’s not funny, L, you can’t use that kind of tricks on me, I’m no longer your suspect in Kira investigation”. L puts his thumb to his mouth disoriented. “Kira? Who is Kira? Light, are you feeling alright?”
And Light quickly finds out how difficult his situation really is. He has no Kira powers. He doesn’t know Misa here. Above the fireplace in the living room there is a photo of him and L from the holidays in Spain. There are also some photos of people Light doesn’t know (he later finds out it’s Matt, Mello and Near and there is also a very unfavorable photo of Roger Mello put on the fridge) And Light learns that he has been solving cases with L here for several years now. They met accidentally on a case in Japan and fell in love.
Sachiko calls him almost everyday and asks when her boys will come to some dinner. Sayu texts him about her life and college (and she also sends him multiple photos of Ryuga Hideki and informs him that he’s still very hot). Soichiro tells him that he’s so proud of him even if he still doesn’t understand his choice of partner (p a r t n e r ? Light can’t believe his ears when his dad says this) And he also learns L’s real name AND HE CAN DO NOTHING ABOUT IT. He has his name, his trust but he can’t kill him and it drives him insane.
But of course, soon he will learn how it is to fall in love, how to live a peaceful life, how it is to love and be loved, to share the same bed without handcuffs and lack of trust
But all the good things always come to an end and Light is thrown into Kira’s investigation again, waking up with a headache, in the cold headquarters and with the thought that Rem would soon kill L and he can let it happen or-
Summary: When Bruce invited you to a quick weekend getaway, you’d hardly expected your destination to be Asgard. Just like you’d hardly expected to be accompanied by two gods – one of whom you’re convinced hates your guts. But who would have thought that the God of Mischief has a thing for flowers, a talent for reciting Shakespeare, and knowledge of all the best places for stargazing? Certainly not you.
But in a weekend filled with sunny fields and boisterous feasts, with accidental skinny dipping and drunken magic tricks, you would begin to realize all the different ways Loki could surprise you.
Word count: 9k
Content warning: alcohol consumption, a small bit of anxiety. SHAMELESS Valkyrie and Loki flirting with the reader (I have no self-control), and some Bruce x Thor if you squint.
“Where have you been, we were getting worried – Thor had me convinced you’d taken a nosedive off the Bifrost and Heimdall was gonna have to fish you out of the cosmos or something.”
Bruce was after you as soon as you got through the door, barely giving you enough time to shove your bag off before grilling you with questions.
“Really,” you sighed, tilting your head before passing a scolding look at Thor. “Why would you do that, you know how he is.”
“I was simply stating the possibilities,” Thor replied, voice a pitch higher in self-defense.
“What ‘you know how he is,’ you make me sound like I’m some overbearing nanny or something.”
“I mean…” you drawled, scrunching your nose.
“Alright, you know what, that’s it. C’mere you little monster–”
You dodged a moment too late, and Bruce slung his arm around your neck, tugging you back and ruffling your hair.
(i’ll come back + link the table of contents when i post the second chapter)
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some things to note before the story starts: this is obviously an au so things won’t be 110% accurate to how they were in the films. i’ve been in the mcu fandom for over a decade and have seen all films multiple times so if something is different, just assume it’s intentional. a few key differences: pietro is still alive, civil war wasn’t as big of a deal because they handled things in a more mature way, yelena went with nat after the events of black widow, clint wasn’t placed on house arrest, you’ll get the idea.
YOU REMEMBER THE DAY YOU WERE RESCUED BY NATASHA ROMANOFF AND YELENA BELOVA LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY. When they let you know that you were no longer what Dreykov forced you to be, you didn’t know what to do, you didn’t know where to go. Your parents had been murdered when you were just an infant and you were placed in an orphanage, it’s there that you were taken by Dreykov and forced to become a Black Widow. But now you were… free?
When You Hold Me, It’s Unlike Any Other - Emily Prentiss x Female Reader (Fluff)
Description: Emily comes home to find you asleep on the couch, she’s glad to be home with her wife.
Rating: G. No cursing or sex but there is a brief mention of a shooting so there’s that.
Word count: 804
Hello all my Emily lovers, I’ve got some domestic newlywed fluff here for you! Hope you like it!
Big thanks to @sweetprentiss who told me this was cute and helped me try to find a title (sorry I figured it out on my own but I appreciate you and all your help iv)
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Emily arrives home and is greeted with the sight of you passed out on the couch with Sergio perched on the coffee table, staring at you. The cat turns it’s head towards his owner and his eyes dilate, immediately jumping down from the table and prancing towards Emily. He starts meowing, but Emily quickly shushes him by scooping him up into her arms and scratching his chin.
“Hiya Serg, I’m happy to see you buddy.”
Emily sets Sergio back down on the coffee table, and you stir as you sense Emily’s presence.
“Baby?” You ask, your voice soft and raspy from having just barely woken from your slumber.
Today was Emily’s first day back at the bureau after taking two weeks off for the wedding and honeymoon. You also started back at work, but your first day back at your 9 to 5 was not nearly as stressful as Emily’s. Your wife had texted you in the morning saying the team had to travel out of town to help with a child abduction, but she hoped she’d be back home later that night.
You glance over at the wall clock above the television, it’s a little after nine o’clock. “I must have fallen asleep reading,” you say as you shift to lay on your back, the book you were reading slips off the couch and falls to the floor.
“Oh, my sleepy girl.” Emily coos as she places her bag on the floor and shuffles out of her shoes. Suddenly you feel a dip in the couch cushions and your legs being nudged apart so Emily could lay on top of you. You welcome her into your arms immediately, snuggling her close and kissing the top of her head. Her hair smells good, like lavender. You never liked the smell of lavender till you smelled it on Emily. Now it’s your favorite scent.
“How did it go, Em? Did you find that little girl?” You ask Emily as you stroke her soft silky hair, your fingers getting caught in tiny tangles.
“Yeah, we did. She’s gonna be okay. The guy who nabbed her though, not so much.”
You sigh, “Well good, I’m glad she’s alright.”
There’s a brief moment of silence, but you can sense something wasn’t right. It isn’t until Emily speaks in a sad sounding whisper that you realize what’s wrong.
“I had to shoot him, Y/n… he’s dead.”
You pause your hand, taking a moment to absorb what Emily has told you. You knew Emily has been in situations where she’s had to shoot unsubs, but it doesn’t happen often. When it does, you know what’s going through her head when she comes home.
“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask, rubbing Emily’s back in soft circles.
A heavy sigh escapes from your wife, “There isn’t much to say. We had him cornered in a rundown trap house, and our profile was correct in that he wasn’t gonna go down without a fight. I took the shot before he had a chance to spray us with bullets. The guy bled out on his way to the hospital. I did my job.”
You press another couple of kisses to her head, “Emily, you saved that girl, and you saved your team!”
“I know…” Emily says, you can hear the tiredness in her voice. “I know it was good for the case and for my team.. But, that still doesn’t mean taking someone’s life is something I should be proud of. Plus it requires more paperwork and debriefing.”
You let out a low hum as you nod, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m okay. Better, now that I’m home, with my wife.”
You grin, “Good, I’m glad my wife came home safe.”
“Oh, my sweet girl, I missed you so much today.” Emily says, rubbing her face into your chest like how Sergio rubs his face against your hand when he wants pets.
“Yeah?” You ask, knowing that you feel the exact same way. Having spent two weeks with each other without any interruptions was such a blessing, but now that it was time to go back to your routines, being apart from each other for even a day was difficult.
“Yeah,” Emily says, shifting to hover her face over yours and give you cheek kisses. “God, can we just travel back in time to two weeks ago so I can marry you all over again?”
You laugh, cupping Emily’s face and gently rubbing your thumb back and forth against her cheek. “Just as long as we get to relive our honeymoon too.”
Emily chuckles, “Baby, we can relive our honeymoon anytime you want.” She presses a kiss to your mouth, her lips are a bit chapped but you don’t mind.
“Mmm,” you hum, smiling against her mouth, “good to know.”
