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||Girl, just let your hair down Let's paint the whole town Life is our playground, yeah But I'm not a kid no more So I must open doors and make you feel like the lady you are|| “Come on (y/n), He’ll be perfect for you” Hanji huffed when you shook your head. “No way, not another word about this Hanj, you know I’ve given up on the male population and I am just gonna be an old lady with thirty cats and dogs” You pointedly said for what seemed to be the fiftieth time today. Hanji has be trying to get you to go out on a blind date for almost a week now, but truth be told all the boys that you had dated turned

“I don’t understand this holiday of Halloween.” Loki said as you and Nat were decorating for the upcoming Halloween.  Today was decorating, tomorrow morning was costume shopping, tomorrow evening was standing in line to watch Crimson Peak (even though you had already seen a bootleg copy thanks to Nat’s hacking skills), and more and more Halloween fun. “What’s not to understand?” You asked. Thor looked up at you. “It’s not exactly scary, Lady (y/n).” He said, holding up a plastic skeleton. “My favorite holiday is Thurseblot.  Now that is a true holiday.” “ThatR

“I don’t understand.” Loki said as you flopped down in the uncomfortable seat by him. “It’s just a little bit of snow.” “Loki, this is a blizzard.” You said. “I’ve seen worse.” He snorted. You groaned and held your head in your hands. It was all Tony’s fault. He thought it would be downright hilarious to send you and Loki on a mission, which wasn’t the bad part. The bad part was that he was making you travel around as normal people because Loki had insulted the suit he made for Pepper. (Just because the red started running out and became pink.) “The TSA sai

The Presenation of She had just taken the covers off of her couch. It had been in her possession for well over a year, and for the majority of that time, the protective plastic layer remained cloaked on the furniture. She wasn't particularly a slob, but like most people, she would fall victim to the occasional spills and stains that plagued household fabrics. When her stays at Levi's house became regular, she felt comfortable enough to remove the plastic and enjoy the suede material during the rare event that she was in her own domicile. "Not the couch, please," she begged between pants. "Get over the damn couch, you have no choice!" Mikas

The Development of "Took you long enough," he complained as he buckled her seatbelt in. "Sorry, I'm on the top floor and the elevator's broken." He clicked his tongue before pulling out of the parking lot. The rides became much more gentle and cautious once she took up space in his passenger seat. Though he planned on picking her up and arriving at his house, her cravings dictated the steering wheel and led them to three different fast-food chains before she decided that she was satisfied. Afterward, he pulled into his garage. She loved seeing his house's exterior, as it had the modernity of an upper glass wall and the classical touch of s

Loki was dragging his feet behind him, his gaze an icy, angry glare. He followed the dancing red curls of Natasha Romanoff and the confident walk of Tony Stark. He would have given anything to not be here, but they had all insisted he would come along on their weekly shopping spree to something the Midgardian’s called a supermarket. Loki wasn’t used to getting his food himself, let alone make it. He didn’t like it one bit. He hadn’t even begin to contemplate the weirdness of it all. He, the rightful ruler of Asgard, was walking along a cleaning aisle with the same group of people he had tried to kill just a few years

:bulletgreen: Loki x Reader: Sleeping Beauty :bulletgreen: Your breathing was heavy as you crouched behind a giant pillar in the underground facility. You'd just fought upwards of fifteen guards (all of which had guns) and had taken a beating by the last chump. Since when do they have the hired help learn special techniques, you wondered in annoyance as you placed a somewhat shaky hand to your rib cage. During the excitement, you'd definitely cracked something- but you pushed past the beginnings of pain and continued to move forward. You had an objective, and you wouldn't be leaving this hole in the ground until you had succeeded. Peeking