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Loki:

It's Okay Darling. It's Okay. - Summary: You feel very overwhelmed and start to have a panic attack, but Loki is there to calm you down.

Peter Parker:

Regrets: Part One - Summary: Your tired of everyone asking you if your fine.

Normal Days Are Nowhere To Be Found - Summary: It was a normal day. Accept for the fact your an Avenger. Also the feeling of doom you have. Something bad was going to happen today. You just know it.

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Summary: It was a normal day. Accept for the fact your an Avenger. Also the feeling of doom you have. Something bad was going to happen today. You just know it.

PART ONE PART TWO

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Art:

Iron Man Collage

Women of Marvel Drawings

WandaVision Drawing

Black Widow Drawing

Yelena Drawing

Poetry:

Life Is In The Souls of Birds - Summary: Following the prompt "It would be best if you put that back where you found it".

Normal Days Are Nowhere To Be Found: PART TWO

Avengers x Fem!Reader

Summary: It was a normal day. Accept for the fact your an Avenger. Also the feeling of doom you have. Something bad was going to happen today. You just know it.

Word Count: 751

Content Warning: Mentions of feelings of doom

A/N: Hello everybody! :) This is part two. More chapters to come. See y'all soon!

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-PART ONE-

Today is going to be a good day. Today is going to be a good day. Today is going to be a good day.

You decide that you were going to push that “feeling of offness” deep down where there is no sign of light. There are some things that you could control, you just had to focus on them.

“What do I want to wear today?” You asked yourself in the mirror.

Looking through the options in your closet, you settled on a Y/F/C striped shirt, and a pair of ripped jeans. 

Good enough.

After slathering face wash all over your face, and brushing your pearly whites, you decided that it was finally bacon time!

You closed the Y/F/C door to your room, and started down the hall to the common room.

Wait. Peter is probably still asleep.

You two stayed up late last night for an impromptu study session/ platonic sleepover. And knowing Peter, he is almost definitely still sound asleep. And of course, holding the very prestigious title of best friend, it was your job to wake him up. Heehee.

“WAKE UP SLEEPY HEAD!!!” You yelled at the top of your lungs while rapidly banging on his red and white spiderwebbed door.

You heard a loud thump coming from Peter’s room. Then a groan.

“You up Pete?”

After a beat, came a muffled response.

“Yesss…I’m..u.pppp” He yawned.

You giggled to yourself. You walked over to the stairwell, and hopped onto the handle bar sliding all the way down into the common room.

“Good morning Y/N!” Natasha said from her place at the dining room table.

“Morning everyone!” You said cheerfully to everyone in the room.

You heard a bunch of “good morning’s”, and “mornin’s”, and one “pleasant morning were having, as I was told”, from none other than Vision.

Wanda was making breakfast for everybody, with Vision failing tremendously at helping her. Steve was being an old man, and reading the morning newspaper at the dining room table. Sitting across from him were Natasha and Bruce who were having an adorable conversation. Clint, Buck, Sam, and Pietro, (yes Pietro, he's alive in my heart), were playing a very intense game of Mario Kart ™ that involved a lot of yelling and accusations of cheating. You were surprised that you saw Tony this early, but you guessed that he probably got dragged out of his lab for some coffee.

“Good morning Y/N. How did you sleep?” Wanda asked while putting bacon in a pan.

Before you could answer, you heard footsteps coming from the top of the stairs. 

“I slept alright, had some pretty weird dreams.” You said while dragging a bean bag chair to the side of the staircase.

“What kind of weird dreams?” 

“I-”

You got cut off by Peter coming down the staircase the same way you did, sliding down the handle bar. Except for the fact that halfway down, he fell off the bar and landed face first into the bean bag chair. You were amazing like that.

“HA!” Yelled Pietro. Everybody started giggling.

A muffled “good morning” came from the bean bag chair.

Wanda continued, "You were saying Y/N?”

“Yes, um weird dreams. I had one about a shadow-like person, and another one about a timer going off.” Now half of the avengers were listening in on your conversation.

“That is quite strange” said Vision.

“Vision, the eggs!” Wanda exclaimed.

You walked over to where Vision and Wanda were.

“Here Vision, why don't you let me help Wanda make breakfast? You can be an old man and go read the newspaper with Steve.” You took the pan of burnt eggs and threw them away.

“Haha…” Steve said with a stink eye while handing vision another newspaper.

Wanda whispered a quiet thank you. You nodded.

"Wanda, this smells amazing and look scrumptious!"

Wanda smiled.

As soon as you and wanda finish making breakfast, you are summoned by some slightly aggressive racers.

“Y/N! Come over and play Mario Kart ™ so I can beat you again!” Peiro taunted.

“Ummmm…You mean so I can beat you again!” You taunted back.

“As I remember it, I beat you all last time..so..” Clinted replied.

“Whatever you say…”

You put your plate of food down on the table and grabbed a controller. Sitting on the back of the couch, you rolled over to lay on your back.

“You're going to play upside down?” Sama asked.

“It will make things fair between us.” 

Bucky smirked. "Let's do this!"

3…2…1…GOOOO!

The race started.

Normal Days Are Nowhere To Be Found: PART ONE

Avengers x Fem!Reader

Summary: It was a normal day. Accept for the fact your an Avenger. Also the feeling of doom you have. Something bad was going to happen today. You just know it.

Word Count: 741

Content Warning: Mentions of feelings of doom, bullying, abandonment, and murder.

A/N: Hello everybody! :) This is the start of a story I have been wanting to write for a long time. This is part one, and more chapters are to come. See y'all soon!

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-PART TWO-

All bad days start as normal days. It only takes one itty bitty thing to influence the course of events that happens next. One tiny little action that can either build a future, or destroy everything.

It all started on a perfectly normal day.

“Bacon…”

You literally woke up half a second ago, and the first thing that comes through your mouth is the word bacon. No one would expect anything less. To be fair, it was the smell of bacon that woke you up, or as you would put it, “bribing you awake from the comfort of your dreams”.

“Mmm-mm!”

The smell was so enticing and delicious, you could practically take the moth water bacon. You started to drool. But was it worth it to get out of bed? That was a rhetorical question. You knew that if you didn’t get out of bed now, someone, most definitely Steve, would come barging into your room and drag you out of bed. Correction. Steve would come up first and try to gently nudge you awake, but fail almost instantly. THEN Bucky would come up and drag you out of bed. And of course Wanda's bacon was always worth getting of bed for.

Reluctantly, you swiped off your covers, and already regretting your decision, rolled off the bed. Being grateful is not one of your strong suits.

“School awaits. Yay.”

However much you didn't want to get out of bed, triple that for not wanting to go to school. It wasn't because you were bad at school, you actually were really smart, which was why you went to Midtown School of Science and Technology. The problem was those kids. Such awful kids, so mean. You got bullied by some jerks about anything under the sun. You tried to ignore it, but sometimes, you couldn't help it if they succeeded in getting under your skin. Plus, you had this feeling something bad was going to happen today. Weird.

Thankfully, you could count on your best friend Peter Parker. You guys have been friends ever since you both quite literally ran into each other in the hallways of 7th grade. Those awful kids bullied you most about your family. About how your own mother didn't want you. Or about how the only people who did want you died.

The story that was told to you was that when you were born, everything was fine. As you grew up, you discovered you possessed abilities. Powers. You could read minds, levitate things, and more. Your mother didn’t think that was such a wonderful thing. She gave you up to your grandparents. They loved and took care of you, and accepted you for you. The only rule was no powers. They were scared that if someone were to find out about your abilities, people would take you away and do who knows what. They just wanted to protect you. And you did as you were told, or so they thought. In reality, you did use your powers in secret. Helping other people, saving lives, it was great. And someone did find out. That someone was Tony Stark. Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. Yes, that Tony Stark.

He recruited you to join a team. A team of mighty warriors and heroes. You were officially and Avenger. He also recruited your best friend Peter too. Things couldn't get better. 

Then, one night, your grandparents were murdered.

You blamed it on yourself. It was very traumatic. Aunt May took you in, and the Avenger served as your family. You eventually started to heal. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, months turned into years. Now it was junior year of high school. Lots of college applications, science projects, scholarships, sleepovers, and internship opportunities. To hide the fact of you being a freaking superhero and were spending a ton of time at Stark Tower, Tony Stark had you and Peter as interns. You couldn't complain, it was awesome.

“Y/N? Are you awake?”

It was Steve. Uhhgg. Okay, you had to get up off the floor and actually function as a normal human being. Yay.

“Yeah, I'm up, Steve!” You yelled.

As you heard his footsteps grow quieter, you begrudgingly hoisted your body off the floor of your room in the Stark Tower. Walking over to your closet, you couldn't shake the feeling of doom from your system. You just prayed, nothing bad actually happened today.

Oh, how so wrong you were.

Life Is In The Souls of Birds

A Poem by xspilltheteapleasex

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A day as ordinary as any other can be full of beautiful and curious little things,

Moments that bring joy and peace like this one can be remembered for a lifetime,

But it only takes a second for things to change and fade away, no matter how hard you cling,

Everything will have its chance at life and its chance to pass at the right time.

Anyone can do anything, and anyone can take away the chance for something,

Maybe the chance at blossoming into a beautiful flower or the chance for dedication to commit,

Taking away a moment of joy and peace leading to destroying the beauty of life like a bombing,

So I think it would be best, yes, very much so,

It would be best if you put that back where you found it.

A little birdie with its black feathers sleek and smooth,

Glistening under the sun with little sparkles every time it turns his head,

The knight in shining armor adorning a vibrant red splotch with meaning of sleuth,

Jumping along the many tree branches of his mighty kingdom bred.

Birdies that twitter and flutter about with a song in their mouths,

All of this can be taking away if you steal their wings and souls,

No care in the world, they didn't ask for this, can you at least put them in the ground,

You shouldn’t be in charge of what jewels your body, for only God is at the controls.

Those many tree branches belong to a fortress of solitude,

A tree who upholds the very breath of every living thing we call life,

Weaving roots throughout the earth that no one can allude,

Whom some call home, a place to escape the fear of strife.

Billions upon billions of fortresses are destroyed each year,

No one gives another thought to saving their much needed lives,

Am I the only one seeing how our situation is this horrific and severe,

Can we not just follow the will our God gave us to abide?

Geese fly overhead of all the forest and under the misty clouds,

Loud as can be to announce their grateful presence,

They never break formation and they never stop making sound,

One day they will leave again, but I know they will once again show their luminescence.

Pillows are what I use to lower my head and have magnificent dreams of love,

Cushioning cotton or memory foam will do just fine for me to close my eyes,

So why do we need the best pillow that leave geese in cold blood,

God made these noble creatures for our kind to take care of with our hearts.

The wondrous lake is where the geese lay the wings and take a rest,

Making ever so little creases in this body of water and leaving behind traces of beautiful down,

Basking in the vigorous fountain of never ending droplets which it has expressed,

Our beautiful lake is my queen with a solid rim atop her head as a glorious crown.

Water is the something that every living thing needs in his temple of a body,

It provides an oasis for creatures and plants alike,

Yet we still feel the need to dump our garbage into the sea and turn it snotty,

Polluting the quality, which makes for a great realization of your throat being hit with a spike.

A rim holds place for little children to rest their little feet and have some fun and play,

Pitter-patter on the rim of rocks holding the foundation for centuries,

Just an excuse needed only for me to gaze upon such beauty of life, whom am I to say,

Rocks can be eroded with time, but etched forever are our wonderful memories.

Smoke and ashes rise above our children heads and strikes fear into their eyes,

Take care of your children and hold them tight as can be,

Your neighbor just started a fire that grows and grows as implied,

It started from his mouth but spread into the size of the northern sea.

My gaze is interrupted by an alarming siren warning of swiftness,

Quick must the siren's owner reach the fearful destination,

Praying with my hand and in my heart, with hope this lifts us,

God, oh please, please God, please help those of your own creation.

Taking the wings and soul of a little birdie is taking a life,

Chopping billions of trees is destroying the earth's fortress,

Starting fires in your mouths and littering them to the ground is the same as a thousand knives,

Can't you just stop for once, leave it, and support us?

Anyone can do anything, and anyone can take away the chance for something,

Maybe the chance at blossoming into a beautiful flower or the chance for dedication to commit,

Taking away a moment of joy and peace leading to destroying the beauty of life like a bombing,

So I think it would be best, yes, very much so,

It would be best if you put that back where you found it.

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Regrets: Part 1

Peter Parker x Fem!Stark Reader

Summary: Your tired of everyone asking you if your fine.

Word Count: 217

Content Warning: A bit of yelling and snapping.

A/N: I'm excited to see what you guys think, and please let me know what you guys want to see in the future. More to Come! ;)

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It's been a very long day. Way too long.

You failed your math test. Uhggg. Your dad was going to kill you when he finds out! You studied for that stupid test for so long, put all of your energy into it, and yet you still failed.

Maybe you can save a little bit of your head? You check the rest of your grades online.

Nope. Definitely not.

Its over. You let you head hit the surface of your desk with a loud bam.

"Are you alright?"

You didn't have to lift a finger to know that it was your best friend Peter. Not like you had the motivation to even lift a finger.

"Hmmm-hmm" Your mumbled.

"Whats wrong"

You turned the screen of your laptop to face his direction.

He winced. "Do you need help? I bet I could tutor yo-"

"I'm finee. I got it."

"Are you sure your alright?"

You didn't answer.

"Whats going on?" Peter had a concerned look on his face.

"Peter, I told you, Im fine!"

"But you dont look fine!"

"IM FINE! WHY DOES NOBODY BELIEVE ME!" you snapped.

You grabbed you stuff, and rushed out as quickly as you could, ignoring the looks you got from your peers, and the yelling from your teacher.

I can't do this anymore.

Hey guys! Thank you so much for your love and support! I hope you like this story, and the enjoy the future series I put out.

It's Okay Darling. It's Okay.

Loki Laufeyson x Fem!Reader

Summary: You feel very overwhelmed and start to have a panic attack, but Loki is there to calm you down.

Word Count: 507

Content Warning: Mentions of feeling overwhelmed and Panic Attacks, fluff and light hearted.

A/N: This is my very first post. I'm excited to see what you guys think, and please let me know what you guys want to see in the future. More to Come! ;)

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I am having the worst day possible.

You sit there crying in your dress covering your face with pale hands. It has been one overwhelming night.

I can't take it anymore.

There is too much talking. Too much noise. Too much going on. You feel as if you're about to explode. You notice your breathing starts to pick up.

No..No..nonono…

You're starting to panic.

This isn't good, I have to get out of here.

You heaved yourself from the stairs you formally planted yourself on, and made your way out of the ballroom as fast as your legs could.

This isn't fast enough...Get out…GET OUT

Fully booking it not caring what anybody thinks anymore.

I'm tired of pretending.

You make your way to the gardens. It's your favorite place on the palace grounds. Usually, it calms you down anytime you feel anxious, but this time it wasn't one of them. The flora and fauna surrounding the landscapes were beautiful. Ivy growing up the walls, and flowers everywhere the eyes could see.

Why won't my breathing slow down?

Your vision starts to blur and you can no longer pick out what is the sky and what are the flowers growing among you. You feel lightheaded.

I'm going to pass out.

Suddenly, you hear something. It sounds like a voice but you can't make out what it's saying or where it is coming from. You jump when you see a figure and feel familiar hands on your own.

“Y/N? Y/N, can you hear me?” You knew that voice.

“Loki?”

“Yes, it’s me darling.” He says as he squeezes your hands.

You breathe what was supposed to be a sigh of release, but ends up being mixed away through your panic attack.

“L..lo..loki?” You croak out, your voice so tiny, that Loki has to lean in to hear it.

“Yes, darling?”

“I can't breathe.” You start sobbing harder.

He moves from his crouched position on the ground to a seat next to you on the bench you had found. He pulls you into his lap and starts hugging you. 

“It's okay darling. You're having a panic attack. I want you to breathe in when I breathe in, and I want you to breathe out when I breathe out. Okay?” He asks.

You couldn't answer verbally, so you just shocked your head showing he understood.

You feel his chest rising, so you take a deep breath in. His chest started to fall, so you let the deep breath out. In. Out.

You sat there for a couple of minutes until Loki saw that you were in a calmer state.

“Feel better?” 

“Yes. Thank you.” You hugged him back.

“Anytime darling. Anytime.” He responds, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

You place your head in the crook between his shoulder and his head listening carefully to his heartbeat. He sets his cheek down on your head lightly and gently rubs your back with his thumb. Everything was okay again.

“Can we just stay like this forever?”

“I'm yours always.”