#PEOPLE NEVER MAKE LOKI A THEY THEM

[spider-spirit-god-whatever-bitch]

EVERYONE SHUT UP OMG WHAT THEY THEM LOKI CANON??? I REPEAT THEY THEM LOKI CANON???? OMG???? OMG???

[nostalgia-tblr]

I watched Avengers: Age of Ultron (apart from I skipped some overly long action sequences) and I am not sure so can someone tell me whether or not Tony Stark was the baddy in that film? Because about halfway through I was sure he was but then it was maybe just an evil robot after all and I am confused because either this film was surprisingly subversive or it was about robots hitting each other.

[magnusmodig]

ovo whispers menacingly abt his grandstanding .

[confusedhalfofthetime]

I haven't even watched season 2 of Loki but I saw a pic of the scene where Loki tells Mobius "If I don't make it back" and I started FUMING.

Like, do you know how many times I've seen scenes like that?

They keep making scenes where it seems like a love confession is on the brink of happening and then it never does. And then they end up with a girl.

Like the whole season they make the two male characters stare longingly at each other or say how much they care for the other or they literally make them ready to sacrifice themselves for the other but yeah they're just best pall!!1!!1

It's giving queerbaiting and I'm FULL of it.

[batcavescolony]

Gotta love the Young Avengers posts that are like:

"❤The Young Avengers❤

Kamala - Riri

Kate - Yelena

Billy - Tommy

Kid Loki - Peter"

Yelena? Peter? Riri? Are just all new people part of the Young Avengers now? I swear every time I look they're adding someone else! Who's next Skaar?

[autumnoficarus]

i can't stop listening to the 'purpose is glorious' track from this season's ost and thinking about how lovely the title and its meaning are. it's just such an amazing underlying theme in this show, and - while i do have criticisms about some of the choices made for the series finale - i really do feel the writers wholeheartedly delivered in sending that message home. for me personally, loki's ending is so gratifying and a large part of that is solely from viewing their arc's conclusion with the perspective of this theme in mind. to have spent years watching this character i hold very dear to my heart struggle to find belonging, to feel as though they matter and there is reason in their existence, finally get a chance to show - and recognize - their worth was so, so rewarding. and honestly, i think the message behind the phrasing of 'purpose is glorious' is all the more meaningful because of how loki's arc finished. yes, the outcome was bittersweet; yes, we're left knowing loki didn't get the happiness they undeniably earned after everything they'd gone through. it smarts something fierce to know their journey up until they deviated from their timeline and became a variant, as well as seen their eventual intended fate. the ache is only worsened after witnessing everything that happens within the TVA and the entirety of loki's character growth leading up to a redefining moment where they willingly choose to undergo a nightmarish amount of time in the endeavor to do the right thing. of course we want them to emerge victorious when they've struggled for so long, but that's not the point. loki's final moments are them forfeiting their right to a happy ending to preserve the stories of others because all stories matter and should inherently reserve the free will to be written; as sylvie says, loki makes their choice so their loved ones and life across the multiverse still have a chance to belong somewhere and embrace their place in the world. the take away is that even burden can be glorious. even with all the hardships of life - all the inevitable heartache, disappointment, and grief we encounter just by being alive - we have meaning in our existence. there is meaning in the trials we face, and the suffering we endure in order to overcome them. our pain gives us purpose; it gives us the ability to love, to grow from and for each other, and choose to sacrifice our happiness for the benefit of another. loki's purpose was forged in the bonds of those they met in their time at the TVA and the sense of value they gained from their companionship. their sacrifice perfectly conveys how the human capacity to love is one of cosmic greatness, which can ultimately surpass our instinctual desire to preserve one's self. we can move immovable mountains and challenge insurmountable adversity in behalf of the ones we love and their welfare. if that isn't an act deserving of glory, I don't know what is.

tldr; loki's purpose is the friends they made along the way = as the saying goes, 'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all'. or: our own lives have purpose because of the connections we share with others, even when we are met with great loss.

[woodelf68]

Don't get me started on the part of fanon sayie laufey was laying near baby loki injured xD lol

I've never seen that, because we saw Laufey in the battle taking Odin's eye out. But I have read fics where Farbauti (as Loki's birth mother) was the one who had sought sanctuary in the temple, either because she had gone into labour (while fighting? which seems a really dumb thing to do while pregnant, and it can't have been too premature, since Loki was fully formed, just small -- not to mention the fact that he didn't look like a just newly born baby) or she had fled from some Jotnar sent by Laufey to take her baby away from her? And maybe she was already wounded from fighting them off, and she died nearby? I actually wouldn't mind that version of things, because it would mean that Loki was wanted and cared for by at least his birth mother for however long she had him before she died. Like obviously her body wouldn't have been right there, or Odin would probably have noticed her, but a Farbauti who had fled from the palace because her son wasn't safe there is a plausible suggestion. (Maybe she'd heard her pursuers outside, and had gone back out in the hopes that they'd follow her and not realise she'd left Loki behind? And then she was either caught and killed or she managed to evade capture and crept back to the temple later wanting to reclaim Loki but he was gone, and she assumed he'd been found and killed. Both work for me as possibilities more believable than Laufey leaving Loki in the temple to let him bond with the Casket and absorb its strength or some shit like that.)

[ratgingi]

thinking abt the fact that every doctor and therapy place ive gone to around here has asked what my preferred name and pronouns were righr off the bat amd i might just cry

[criticalrolo]

every day i am out here consuming JGY meta from his fans because I want to see what you see. i am working so hard to try to understand things from his perspective bc he's my favorite version of the "villain becomes the thing they hated" arc of all time and the only time I've seen this trope done in an actually compelling way

[mxcrayon]

spoilers for loki finale | ive not seen the last couple episodes of loki but from what ive had spoiled on tiktok, it seems like the whole "destined to lose" thing always rings true. even in the universes where he wins, loki still loses. he makes up with thor, but he dies young and is remembered by one. he is a savior and has people who love him, but he is alone forever, the one thing he avoided like hell. even in the comics and his mythology, it seems like a good portion of his stories end with him in unfortunate situations, such as having his mind taken away from him, or separated from his children. the queers rly never win

[lokiinmediasideblog]

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[blindtaleteller]

tags, cause yeah what's there + a few examples...

fanfic writers will consume a whole ass franchise and be like "that was fun, now i will proceed to do it better"

[nostalgia-tblr]

i think fandom's made too much of the rewritten Loki S2 Ep 5 but i'll admit hasty rewriting does make sense of that bit where they need sylvie's temporal aura but she's not wanting involved in this shit so they can't have it and they REALLY need her temporal aura but now they can NEVER have it so they may as well just give up. IF ONLY there was a variant of sylvie around with the same aura, one who was willing to share because they were the one leading this mad quest for *checks notes* the temporal aura shared by all variants of whatever sort of thing sylvie is. if only we knew the answer to that, then they would have had some hope of finding another one of her :(

[veltana]

Breaking point

✦ Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader

✦ Word count: ~2,5k

✦ Rating: Explicit

✦ Warnings/tags: Dub-con (proceed with caution if this might trigger you), pwp, smut and a bit of fluff at the end, possessive/protective!bucky, degredation (slut, fuck doll, cum-bucket), grinding, choking, spitting, pussy slapping, fingering, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, pet name (sweetheart).

✦ Summary: Bucky is done with you going out with losers.

✦ Note: This used to be called I will kill them if they touch you but I never liked that title so I renamed it! Also, you guys didn't know what you were voting for, but it was the banner for this story! Please reblog and comment! Asks are always welcome 💚

Masterlist | AO3

"Please don't scare this one away as you did last time," you beg and look at Bucky's reflection in the bathroom mirror. He makes a face where he's leaning against the door frame behind you and then sighs when you give him a look. "He wasn't worth shit if he didn't wanna fight for you," he points out.

Now it's your turn to sigh and you cross your arms, glaring at him. "He isn't supposed to fight for me on a first date. We're supposed to have a good time and hopefully fuck." Bucky's mouth hardens, and he looks away. He doesn’t like that, at all.

Ever since you became roommates he's been very protective of you, helping you with the smallest things, driving you everywhere you need to go, even if you can drive yourself. Sometimes it's overbearing but most of the time it's nice to have someone care for you like that.

Unfortunately, recently he's picked up a habit of intimidating the people you go on dates with. He stands behind you when they come to pick you up, and his large frame and cold stare make many of them cower. A few have turned around right away, others have asked if that's your boyfriend or something, thinking it was some type of open relationship/cuckold situation.

"Don't say shit like that," Bucky says through gritted teeth. "I don't wanna think about you fucking other people." You can't help the teasing smile that cracks your face. "Makes you jealous?" With a huff, Bucky pushes off and leaves you to continue.

Two hours later your makeup is done and your hair fixed to perfection. You sit on the couch in shorts and a t-shirt, with a glass of wine, waiting until the last minute to put on the skin-tight dress. While scrolling on your phone, Bucky sits beside you with a beer. "So where's the loser taking you?" "Don't care,” you shrug. “Honestly, my priority tonight is to get laid. The previous ones were a little too… bland. But he seems promising." "What do you mean, bland?"

Putting your phone down you look at him, "You don't wanna hear this anyway, you'll just get mad," you point out. "I don't get mad," he defends. "Pfff, you're such a liar, I can see it in your eyes whenever I mention another guy." "Because you deserve the best and all I've seen is trash."

Irritated, you put your glass down too. "Why don't you pick for me then? Who would James Bucky Barnes deem worthy of fucking me?"

The grip on his beer is so hard his knuckles whiten and his lips are a thin line. When he doesn't answer you lean back and start to count people off.

"Well, Steve seems a bit too sweet for my taste but I mean I would not mind trying a slice of that all-American beefcake," you muse. "Sam is so charming and funny! That quick tongue would probably work wonders, if you know what I mean," you wink and watch as Bucky's eye twitch, his jaw clenched hard.

"Tony," you continue. "Well, he seems a little self-absorbed but maybe he's a really selfless lover. Won't hurt to check!" "Loki is so handsome," you bite your lip. "I would surrender my body to him in a heartbeat! But I've heard that he leaves people high and dry and that would be awful."

Tilting your head, you say, "Do you think Thor and Jane would be up for a threesome? I can just imagine eating her out while he fucks me from behind and then we could-"

With a slam he puts the bottle on the table and grabs your face with his hand forcefully, silencing your tirade of words and squeezing your cheeks so that your lips pucker.

The grip is close to bruising and it's an instant pull in your lower stomach. His eyes are black with anger, something you've never seen directed at you before. "No one," he hisses. "Not one of them is fucking you, I will kill them if they touch you."

His hand releases you and grabs your neck instead. You're shocked, and instantly so horny it hurts. Opening your mouth to speak he squeezes harder, making a wheezing sound come out.

"I'll give you a chance to stop this. Tell me right now you don't want this and we'll act as if nothing happened. Otherwise, I'm fucking you into this couch until you can't remember your goddamn name." When he finishes his grip lightens. The rush of blood makes you euphoric and boneless. You want to give yourself to him, let him do whatever he wants. "Fuck me," you whisper.

The kiss is more teeth than lips and the hold around your throat hardens again. You try to keep up with him but it's impossible as he pushes his tongue into your mouth, claiming every inch, making you lightheaded with the lack of oxygen. You gasp for air as he pulls away, releasing you. His gaze is brimming with lust and want now, all signs of anger gone. Then he pushes you down onto the couch.

"You're a kinky little slut, aren't you sweetheart?" he mocks and leans in over you, spreading your legs with his. All you can do is nod and try to wiggle close so you can press your center against his clothed cock. It's clearly outlined in his sweatpants and you hope it's as big as it seems. "If I put my hand down your pants, are you gonna be wet for me?" "Yes Bucky," you whine.

The throbbing is almost unbearable and his smirk is downright sinful. "Come on, rub yourself on me, show me how much you want it." With another whine, you brace yourself against the couch and lift your hips. He doesn't move a muscle to help as you struggle to find the right position.

"That's disappointing," Bucky smacks his lips and frowns. "Thought you wanted this." "I do Bucky, I do, please I'm trying," you tell him desperately. With effort, you get into a good enough position to grind your cunt on his cock through the layers of clothing. It's not nearly enough to curb the ache.

"Useless," Bucky sighs and grabs your legs. "Do I have to do everything?" He pushes your knees up towards your chest, folding you in half and pushing his cock right into your core.

"Sorry," you moan. His mean words have only made you needier and you move yourself against him with abandon. Bucky is motionless above you, not making a sound or saying a word, just staring at you chasing your high. Your movements turn unsteady when you start to come close.

If you were of sound mind you would notice the glint in his eyes but instead, you’re barreling towards your climax. Until he suddenly moves away.

Gawking you stare at him and he just smiles wickedly in return. "Take off your clothes, spread your legs" he instructs and you quickly pull your pants off and discard your t-shirt and underwear, spreading your legs as best you can on the couch. Bucky takes in your bare body, moving his hands slowly down your thighs until his palms frame your pussy.

"Fucking shaved for him too,” he notes with a snarl. You're not sure why that upset him. "Sorry!" you say, just to be safe.

"I don't need your hair curled, your make-up done or your whole body shaved. I will fuck you anyway, sweetheart, no matter what you look like because you belong to me," he growls before he spits on your cunt, sending a rush through you, making you moan and spread your legs even more.

For the first time, he touches you properly, letting his fingers spread the spit all over your pussy before shoving two of them into your soaked core. He pistons them in and out, putting his thumb against your clit and making colors burst before you.

"You want to come on my fingers, you fucking slut?" When you nod frantically he instructs, "Open your mouth, stick out your tongue." A second after you do spit lands on your tongue and droplets on your face. It nearly tips you over.

"Swallow it," he orders and watches you as you do, some form of approval shining in his eyes for the first time. "Who do you belong to?"

The question is too complicated to understand, you can't focus on what he wants. "I don't…" is all that comes out.

"Wrong answer," he says and removes his fingers, making you shout in disappointment. Sharp slaps land on your wet cunt and you instinctively try to move away from it, but he grabs your legs, pulling you back. "Don't you fucking run from me."

"I'm sorry," you cry, looking pleadingly at him. "I'm- I'm yours James, yours to do what you want with. Please, please, please let me come!"

With a huff he pushes his fingers back in, pressing the tips into your g-spot and getting his thumb back on your clit. His unbothered state makes you feel so small and insignificant, heightening the pleasure coursing through you.

As it climbs, your body shakes, your legs trembling from being held open. "I'm- I'm- don't stop!" you beg. Closing your eyes you focus on the feeling of him, his other hand still gripping your thigh hard. You hope it bruises.

"I can feel you, slut!" Bucky's voice is the cherry on top of everything. "Come on my fingers, do it, come for me!" he commands and of course, you do as he wants. With a scream you convulse, almost pushing him out with the sensation flooding you. Bucky is talking above you but you're not sure what he's saying because all you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears.

A hard tap against your cheek makes you open your eyes. "Don't pass out on me, I'm not done with you yet." "Wouldn't dream of it," you smile dumbly, and it earns you a smile in return. But it quickly passes as he pulls off his tank top and pushes down his pants. The cock is just as big as you hoped.

He rubs the head against your soaked center, sending overwhelming sparks through you, making you twitch. When he notches the head of his dick at your opening your blood freezes. "C-condom?" you stutter.

Cocking his head he asks. "Do you really want that? Doesn't a slut like you want to be filled up with cum?" "Y-yes, but, Bucky…" you gnaw your lip.

"I want to fuck my little cum-bucket raw, make sure you feel me running out of you for days," he gives a light thrust, almost pushing inside, giving you a taste of heaven. For a second you look at each other and Bucky presses in just a little bit more. It decides it for you. "Please fill me with your cum Bucky, I need it so bad!" you whine and he chuckles before shoving his fat cock into you without mercy.

Quickly you wrap your legs around his hips, meeting his hard thrusts that are sending your body into overdrive. "Feel so fucking good sweetheart, your cunt was made for me, wasn't it?" he groans. "Yes it was," you answer breathlessly.

He grabs your face. "Those other losers are never going to satisfy you." "No, Bucky, only you!" "That's right, you're my fuckdoll now, sweetheart," he says before he leans down to kiss you. It's much sweeter this time and you grab his head, carding your fingers through his hair, feeling your chest fill with another type of warmth.

When he pulls back he says, "Beg me not to come in you." Your cunt clenches and your second orgasm is suddenly a lot closer. "Bucky, please don't… I can't get pregnant," you make your voice small and frail.

In response his laugh is cruel. "Yes you will, your purpose in life is to be bred. I'm going to cum in you every day til it sticks and then everyone will know who you belong to." "Please, pull out," you beg and reach down to rub your clit, feeling the climax shimmering underneath your skin.

"Such a bad liar, sweetheart," he chuckles. "Are you going to come on my cock? Are you gonna claim me just as I claim you?" "Yes! I just need- harder!" you pant. "Fucking hell," Bucky grunts and does as you demand.

The climax rips through you with little regard for your sanity. The sound leaving your throat makes it raw and a second later Bucky moans your name loud enough for the neighbors to hear. It's almost good enough to feel him finish inside you that you come again, but you’re too spent to do more than shudder.

Then he kisses you again, sweetly, caringly, and pushes his arms in under your body to hug you close to him. "So perfect," he whispers against your mouth. The cums start to trickle out onto the couch but neither of you care, too caught up in each other's lips.

"How are you doing sweetheart?" he asks when he comes up for a breath. "I feel a little high," you confess. "Haven't been fucked that good in a long time."

There is something in his gaze that shifts and he leans his forehead against yours. "I'm sorry. I just… I couldn't take it anymore… I like you so much." "Lucky for you I get off on that stuff," you smile. "And if I had said stop I trust you would have."

He hugs you so hard you can hardly breathe. "Of course, I fucking would." "You can make it up to me by going tender the next time," you smile. "Next time?" "As many times as you’ll have me." He laughs into your skin. "I don't think you're ready for that!"

Suddenly the sound of the doorbell jerks the two of you apart. You stare at Bucky with wide eyes. "My date," you whisper, horrified.

With a smirk, he raises himself on his arms. "I should make you go on that date with my cum running out of you, maybe even let him get as far as spreading your legs just to see that you’re already claimed."

With a groan, you cover your face with your hands. "Don't tempt me," you tell him before wiggling out from under him, finding your clothes, and hastily pulling them on.

Opening the door just a crack, you understand you look a mess by the way your date eyes you. "Sorry," your voice is small. "I wasn't feeling great and then I fell asleep on the couch." "Yeah, you look terrible," the guy notes before handing you one of the ugliest bouquets you've ever seen. Quickly stepping away he says, "I'll call you." but you know he won't. "Great, I'll see you around," you respond before closing the door.

Bucky takes the flowers from you and shoves them in the trash before grabbing you around the waist and kissing you again. "Didn't you say he was promising?" "I have no clue what you're talking about," you answer with a completely straight face but then start to giggle as he swoops you up and carries you to his bedroom.

[raeofgayshine]

I love my silly Midtown Avengers/Young Avengers

[infictionalwonderland]

HI I JUST READ PART TWO OF MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N AND OMG I LOVED IT...BUT THEN AGAIN I'M PRETTY SURE WE ALL DID..HAVE YOU SEEN THE COMMENTS IN THE COMMENT SECTION??? PEOPLE ARE ASKING FOR A PART 3 OF THE MARVEL CAST STILL FLIRTING WITH Y/N BUT ALSO INCLUDING THE MARVEL CAST GROUP CHAT IN IT...AND I AGREE...PRETTY PLEASE CAN YOU DO A PART 3 FOR US? 🥺

. . . MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N Y/L/N FOR TEN MINUTES STRAIGHT! (part 3)

(part 1–here) (part 2–here)

THE GROUPCHAT.

You renamed the group

Y/N’s little bitches & their leader

the video link so y’all bitches like obsessed with me or summmm 🥰🥰🥰🥰

rdj JESUS H CHRIST. as if your ego needed any more raising 😥

anthony puhleeeeaaasssseeeee i know YOU ain’t talking your ego is so far high up in the sky that it’s pegging the big man (my man god pls don’t condemn me for this)

lizzie AHHHHHHHHH watching myself myself be in love with y/n makes me sad 😞😞😟😟😰 y/n why aren’t we just together already??!?!!!!

scarlett and im so sending that to ur husband, with love!! but genuinely. im afraid im much more gay for my sweet sugar pie than i thought i was 🤯

lizzie and now im sending that to YOUR husband with even more love 🤣🤣😂😂😂😆😆😃

tessa HAHAHAH IM SO GLAD IM NOT IN HETRO MARRIAGE AND CAN FREELY LUST AFTER MY GF!! (y/n love come over ✂️✂️)

daya’s tom i never realised how big of pervs seb and chris r men 🤮🤮😷

anthony HONESTLY!!!!!!! like wdym you could guess and sense my girls bum blindfolded 😧🫵

paul r i, too, am expressing concern about the horny teenage boy fuck face chris has got going on in that clip….

chris e … .. .

scarlett if you no longer feel safe around these leches y/n than we can remove them dw xxxx

gwenyth here for you always queen 🤞🤞

jeremy don’t let the perverts get to u girly!!

lizzie TESSAAAA???? you got to lie on her chest?????????!? i.. there are no words. 💔💔💔

loki tom now that’s just plain unfair

tessa L😮😮😮😮😮L sucks to be all of you im clearly her most favourite little bitch no shame, that was one of my most favourite memories ever. it better flash before my eyes after i die :)

chris h AWWWW CHRIS WANTS TO TAKE OUR Y/N TO THE OSCARS. HOW CUTTEEE

rdj bitch no need to shout ✋ personally loving my cameos in this darling little video, i can just feel my presence thru the screen

samuel shut up. you’re all pathetically obsessed with her. my wife says to say you should be. now go to bed and stop making my phone buzz. thank you, samuel l jackson.

clark what he said.

anthony NAHHHH NOT THIS VIDEO BRINGING THE GHOSTS OUT OF THEIR RETIREMENTS the skank that is y/n really is magic

brie and this is a new revelation howwww????

natalie sometimes i just love the internet my new favourite video ever I LOVE YOU Y/N GOODNIGHT!!!!!!!!! goodnight everyone else, i said demurely

kat demure, rotten s’more. Y/N YOUU LOOK SO HOT IN THAT VIDEO AND ALWAYS AND I LOOK SO HOT IN THE VIDEO AND ALWAYS SO IF MY CALCULATIONS ARE CORRECT WE SHOULD GET ELOPED LIKE YESTERDAY AND I CAN BE OBSESSED WITH YOU FOREVER AND WE CAN HAVE AS MANY ANIMAL BABIES AS YOU WANT GORGEOUS

sebastian i stand by all my past behaviour and words 🧍‍♂️

anthony ofc you do you damn FREAKKK

daya’s tom fr men have no shame these days 🙄🙄

natalie and no class i announced demurely

cobie nat go to sleep honey 💗💗💗

zendaya i never realised how freaky we are for y/n 😯

mark i did.

mark has left y/n’s little bitches & their leader

rdj KIIINGGGGGGGG 🤴🤴

florence (respectfully) obviously we’re freaky abt and obsessed w her bc she’s y/n y/l/n

paul b im going to make my own compilation of all of you lot being obsessed with the lovely y/n using your texts ‘thirsting’ after her.

lizzie 😱😱

scroll down to see more recent messages. . .

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Practically breathless with laughter, you clicked on the video once again to unpause it—a wide grin creasing at your cheeks.

On screen, you, Chris Evans and Mark Ruffallo were taking a character quiz with buzzfeed, all sitting at laptops of your own.

“Finally, what would you say is your personal character flaw?” You read off of the screen.

“Where’s none?” Chris replied immediately, snatching the laptop from you and not letting you answer, looking at you with a lopsided and teasing smile.

Mark, simultaneously, let out a dramatically offended little gasp on your behalf—“you don’t have any.”

When Chris put the laptop away from you, between the two of them, Mark immediately slammed it closed.

You deadpanned at the both of them, completely unimpressed as members of the crew were heard to be laughing off screen.

“You’re perfect.” Chris teased, winking at you.

The next clip started, you and the rest of the main cast from Avengers:Endgame where playing Most Likely To, where you had little cardboard cutouts of each others faces on little sticks for when you would choose.

“Who’s most likely to make you laugh in the middle of a scene?”

As you look between all of the cut outs thoughtfully, the rest of the cast (RDJ, Chris E, Scarlett, Mark, Chris H, Jeremy) all lift theirs—Scarlett grins to herself as she hoists your cardboard head in the air cheerfully and the Chris’ roll their eyes in a playful duh way as they do the same. RDJ smirks jokingly as he lifts himself and you both. Mark smiles as he lifts you and Chris H.

“Come on, we all know who it is.” Robert urges playfully, bumping your hip.

You bump him back harder, laughing as you finally lift up your choice people—Scarlett and Chris Evans.

Both of their let out little playful cheers as the others each have their own playful reactions of distress and Scarlett wraps her arm around you in a side hug, bringing your cardboard head she’s holding to smooch against hers, in your hand. She laughs as she smooches them together.

“If I can only get fake cardboard kisses and called the most funny costar, I will take it.” She says to you, scrunching her face into a dramatic expression of seriousness.

“Hey, joint most funny.” Chris protests, amused and playfully indignant as he leans over to smack her head lightly with your little cardboard face.

Another clip starts up—this time it’s Charlie Cox, who plays Daredevil, in the clip. You’d met him a few times and exchanged numbers and a few laughs and compliments here and there, he was a nice man.

In the clip, the interviewer asks him, “If you could bring absolutely anyone from all of the Marvel stuff out today into Daredevil, who would it be?”

“Y/N Y/L/N, without a doubt.” Charlie replied easily, a smile on his lips, accented voice charming and friendly. “She’s a remarkable actress in not just marvel, but all of her other projects—she’s also an incredibly lovely person who I would very much like to pleasure of working with someday.”

“And she’s pretty too, right?” The woman interviewer follows up, a giggling grin on her face.

Charlie blinks at her, amused. “No offence love, but I figured that was obvious.” He laughs softly. “Yes, she’s a very.. very beautiful woman. Truly.” He smiles, his gaze flickering towards the camera almost as though he wants to send that message directly to you.

Watching the clip, you arch a brow with a little grin - mentally debating whether to email your fellow Marvel actor or not.

The next clip begins, it’s you, Sebastian, Anthony, Chris Evans and Paul Rudd playing How Well Does The Avengers Cast Know Each other? on Jimmy Kimmel.

“What is Y/N’s favourite childhood movie of all time?” Jimmy asks the next question.

Immediately, all of them respond said favourite movie of yours in unison and, on screen, your jaw drops as you swivel your gaze between them all. The crowd erupts into hoots and cheering laughs - Jimmy raising his brows with a smirking grin.

Chris laughs a bit sheepishly and Sebastian bites down the full force of his smile, his gaze fixed on you. Anthony simply grins proudly, giving the crowd a nod like hell fucking yeah I got that and Paul giggles to himself, looking between everyone.

“Well. That was speedy.” Jimmy remarks to the laughter of the crowd.

“Hey, what can I say.” Anthony grins, nudging your shoulder playfully. “I’m always listening when this pretty lady speaks.”

“It’s hard not to.” Chris admits, a small smirk at his lips as he looks at you. “The sound of your voice just draws people in.”

“Plus, he’s always starting at your mouth anyway.” Paul comments, grinning widely as the crowd practically shriek and scream at that.

You cover your face with your hands, shaking slightly with laughter. Chris blushes a bit but smirks regardless, looking at you for a moment longer. Anthony cackles at the chaos, giving Paul a fist bump and Sebastian finally decides to chime in.

“It’s a gorgeous mouth, everyone’s always looking.” Sebastian says, undeniably flirty as he looks down at you—his voice barely carrying across the screams of the crowd. When they hear him, they all holler even louder, some lady in the back actually tipping off of her seat.

“They’re joking.” You, in the clip, paste on a smile - shaking your head in exasperation even as your eyes are warm with amusement. Anthony giggles even more, nudging you again and Sebastian shakes his head at the audience, letting them know he’s actually not joking.

The next clip starts and it’s you, Scarlett, Chris Hemsworth and some other cast members at a fan event - a comicon most likely. The interviews on stage propose the challenge ‘Who can get a fellow avenger on the phone the quickest?’

Immediately, the three of you get to the task and as soon as you call your person of choice (Elizabeth Olsen) she picks up.

“Hi gorgeous!” Lizzie chirps immediately, the crowd able to hear her as you put the speaker of your phone to the microphone in your hand. “How are you? I’ve missed seeing your pretty face. We need to catch up.”

As the crowd giggles giddily and whoops, you grin at your phone. “You saw me the other day Liz.” You say, playful and warm. “But I would never say no to seeing you again.”

“Jesus, you know how to make a girl swoon.” Lizzie gasps, playfully dramatic, into the phone. “And I cannot wait! I was thinking—“

“Pretty girls with me right now Lizzie.” Scarlett’s cuts her off, a playful smirk on her lips as she leans over and hangs up your phone. The crowd bursts into even more enthusiastic cackles and cheers—the interviews laughing too as you shake your head at her.

“Scarlett.”

“Hey—they said get on the phone, not make plans with when you could be with me.” She counters back playfully, squeezing your wrist with a grin.

The next clip starts and it’s Hugh Jackman. He’s on the Chicken Shop Date show and you smile as you see Amelia Dimoldenburg, the interviewer, in the seat next to him—clearly interviewing him in her unique date style. You’d be on this show as well and genuinely was such a lovely woman.

He asks her if she’s had a favourite date she’s been on on the show and Amelia grins a bit, her usual sarcastic and dry demeanour breaking slightly. “My favourite date.. would probably be Y/N Y/L/N.”

Hugh grins in response. “Ah, well that’s no surprise.” He says warmly, his Australian accent thick and friendly. “I’ve had the pleasure of talking to her a couple of times and the rumours did not disappoint. She’s.. remarkable company, to say the least.”

“Right.” Amelia agrees, titling her head with her little sarcastic but still kind grin. “She ticked all my boxes, to be perfectly honest. I’d rather be here with her.”

“I’d rather be here with both of you.” Hugh says diplomatically, smiling as he tears into his chicken.

“Are you always this greedy, or does she bring it out?” Amelia deadpans at him, scowling in her signature dry manner. She scans him up and down, her eyes barely hiding her knowing amusement.

Hugh simply laughs and winks at her before grinning at the camera for a moment, like he’s trying to grin directly at you.

Watching the clip, you blink, biting your lip against the amused and flattered smile that spread across your lips. Jesus, there were a lot more people in this compilation than you thought there’d be.

The clip changes again—now, it’s you, Mark Ruffalo and Chris Evans all in an interview together, presumably for Infinity War considering the poster behind you and the fake gauntlet that Chris is currently wearing.

As Mark talks, the camera zooms over to the way Chris grin at you as he puts out his hand—the hand of the large gauntlet—and you settle you chin over it playfully, looking up at him. He looks back down at you with that cheesy smile, his eyes soft in a way that looks almost intimate before he snaps out of it, squeezing your chin softly between the large gold fingers.

“These two, always in their own world.” Mark complains playfully as he and the interviewer both look at you and Chris.

“Hey—leave us be—“

“Yeah, it’s been a long day.” Chris agrees, smiling in amusement as he takes his hand, wearing the gauntlet still, away from your face. He looks at you for another lingering moment before back at Mark.

“For me too dumb—bum, do you see me grabbing her face?”

As you laugh at Mark’s quick correction, Chris gives him a look and Mark simply looks back, unrepentant and amused.

“Can’t resist her cute little face.”

The edit then zooms in on your face, mid laugh, and adds some cutesy little hearts and sparkles before skipping on to the next clip: Tom Hiddleston playing ‘Who Said It’ in an interview - he has to guess the character by the quote.

When the interviewer says one of your characters quotes, Tom laughs softly, grinning as he answers. “Oh, that’s Y/N.” He says, amused and warm. “I could probably tell you all of her quotes.”

“Oh?” The interviewer inquires, eating this up.

“Yeah.” Tom confirmed, still amused and smiling warmly. “It’s a struggle to look away from her on set when she’s in the zone, she gets so into it and she does it so much—it’s fascinating. And thus, I end up remembering all of her lines. Because I can’t look away from her when she acts. I promise it’s not as creepy as it sounds.”

You laugh softly watching the clip, charmed and endeared. Once again understanding why you get shipped with, well, everyone.

The next clip pops up just as quick—it’s you and Aaron Taylor-Johnson, being interviewed for Age Of Ultron by a little boy whose wearing a Hulk costume.

The little boys smiles, all bubbly childish curiosity. “You’re really pretty, Miss Y/N. Especially in the movie—with your cool hair and stuff!” He says, sweet and innocently. “I was wondering if you thought—that she was too?” He directs his question at Aaron. “And if you like her colourful hair, like me!”

Aaron laughs as you practically melt, smiling at the child and saying thank you. He also smiles warmly at the kid, flicking you a brief glance as he answers the question. “Yeah, yeah I do think so. She’s certainly not bad to look at, huh?” He laughs again as the kid nods happily. “And her colourful hair is pretty cool, I will admit. I liked mine more though.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Thank you Aaron.” You say, before looking back at the kid with a smile. “And thank you, little man.”

Aaron looks at you for another lingering moment, a smile at the corner of his mouth as he says a soft. “Anytime darling.”

(Woah, you privately thought)

The next clip started—a blooper. It was you and Sebastian Stan mid fighting scene. He made a misstep that sent him stumbling directly into you and you both came crashing down on the mat, you with an oof, and he ended up plastered on top of you, cushioned by your chest.

He seemed to forget where he was for a few seconds as he just laid there enjoying himself, an unintelligible murmur of something that vaguely sounded like heaven hitting his microphone.

“Ay Sebastian what the hell are you doing man?!” Came the loud, booming amused voice of Anthony Mackie as he hopped right over to your shot—yanking Sebastian off of you. Several of the crew members in hysterics.

On screen, you giggle yourself as Anthony turns Sebastian off you and flops him on the mat beside you, crossing his arms and looking down at him with an amused look.

“Nasty man. Why you all up on her for?”

Sebastian barely even seems to register his words as he sighs blissfully. “Best day ever.”

As you giggle, in real time, the next clip starts and it’s Micheal B Jordan doing the Hot Ones interview. He’s in the middle of talking about his time on marvel, and with the cast.

“—being a part of that movie was an amazing experience, honestly. Not only are all the actors and actresses so devoted and so skilled at their craft, they’re also genuinely nice people, man.” He pauses, a grin building on his lips. “Plus.. I got to meet Y/N Y/L/N.”

Sean, the interviewer, laughs slightly at Micheal’s expression—enthralled and eager. “How’d that go?” He inquiries.

“The only way it could be,” Micheal grins wider, “fu—flipping great bro. It.. I’ve always admired her, her work and her just as a person. You know, stunning, powerful, kind and charming lady. Can’t not admire her, right? So finally meeting her in person and experiencing all of those things.. it was practically an out of body experience.” He laughs, “my heart was pounding so hard I thought I’d collapse and I was just thinking don’t faint on her dress don’t faint on her dress don’t you do that.”

“Well done. You didn’t.”

“Barely, man.” Micheal admits, grinning laughing. “Barely. Kinda wanted to a little, see if she’d catch me.”

The next clip was Winston Duke, Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie reading thirst tweets—Sebastian was currently reading one out for Winston.

“M’Baku could blow my M’back out if he wanted to.” As soon as he reads that, all of them break into laughter and hollers.

“Hey—hey, who said that?” Winston laughed out, playfully reaching for the piece of paper with the tweet on it. “Damn. I know who I want it to be.”

“Y/N.” Anthony coughs out, not so discreetly.

Sebastian gives him a look, contradicted by the amused smile on his face, nudging him but Winston simply shrugs with a grin as if to say you right.

The next clip started and it was Andrew Garfield presenting an award at the Golden Globes, the clip started right at the bit where he announced: “and the award goes to… Y/N Y/L/N.”

Andrew’s face was split in a beaming smile and the room erupted into cheers and claps. You, the screen on you as the winner, laughed giddily, grinning as you accepted the hugs of the people around you before making your way up to the stage.

Andrew reached out a hand to help you up immediately, grinning. Once you were up on the stage—he pulled you into a hug. “Well done love.” He congratulated, his voice barely audible over the cheers and claps. “You deserve this.”

“Thank you!” You beam back, leaning up to kiss his cheek as you pull back from the hug and he hands you the award readily.

“Thank you.” Andrew returns, laughing a bit with a tiny smirk at the corner of his grin—rubbing his cheek where you’d kissed briefly as he watched you in affectionate pride.

Once again, another clip stared: It was Brie Larson, Zoe Saldana and Danai Gurira (Okoye) in an interview together for Endgame, currently in the middle of talking about the Infinity Stones and what they actually do.

“So—reality, is pretty straightforward.” Zoe laughs. “You can change and alter reality.. now, me personally, if I had that stone I know what I’d change my reality to.”

“What?” The interviewer urges, grinning.

“To me living happily ever after with Y/N.” Zoe says playfully, smiling. Next to her, the Brie and Danai laugh in agreement, nodding. “And I say this without any shame, my husband already knows about my fat crush on that wonderful woman and honestly, I think my kids are rooting for us so that she can be their stepmom. They love her too.”

“I’d make my reality the exact same.” Brie agrees mirthfully—an entertained smile on her lips. “And I don’t have to worry about kids and a husband so… Y/N if you’re interested, please please please come my way. Matter of fact, I’ll make the first move.”

The next clip started—it was Elizabeth Olsen and Paul Bettany, the interviewer asked, “who would be the maid of honour at the Scarlet Witch and Vision wedding.”

“Y/N.” Lizzie answered immediately, smiling. “Or—sorry—I mean, (Your characters name). But Y/N definitely. I’d personally rather have her be the bride with me and have it be Wanda and (Your characters name) wedding, but hey.” She shrugs playfully.

Paul looks at her with a jokingly offended face. “Excuse you? What about Vision?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” She giggles. “But can you blame me?”

Paul pretends to think for a moment before sighing theatrically and shaking his head. “No, no I can’t.”

The next clip starts—Benedict Cumberbatch and Tom Holland in an interview together, Tom is currently on an energised little tangent.

“And—Zendaya and Y/N work so well together, honestly it was so sick seeing that in real life. Two of the actresses I’ve admired for so long working together and doing a bloody amazing job of it as well! The scene where—“

Benedict quickly interrupts him with a loud ‘ah ah ah’ placing his hand over Tom’s mouth to shut him up. “Spoilers, Tom, spoilers.”

Tom deflates sheepishly, laughing apologetically against Benedict’s palm before pulling it away from his mouth, shrugging.

“Sorry, sorry—I just like talking about them.” He says and then rushes to add. “And—just, Marvel, as a whole. Too.”

Benedict simply gives him a knowing smirk, rolling his eyes.

Yet again, the clip changed, this time to Chris Evans and Taika Waititi playing Agree to Disagree on LADbible. The interviewer posed the statement, “Captain America has the best suit of any superhero. Three, two, one, go.”

Chris instantly moved his glass to disagree. “I mean come on.. it’s—it’s the suit for him and it works for him but if we’re measuring against all the avengers let be honest, it’s not that best.” He said. “I mean bleep they’re all better than mine—especially Y/N’s suit, that’s.. that’s a personal favourite of mine. And that’s fans, or so I’ve heard. The public know that they like.”

Taika grins as he moves his glass to disagree as well. “Yeah, they’re clearly not the only ones.”

Chris merely looks at him with a bit of an amused smirk, shrugging his shoulders lightly.

Another clip began—Florence Pugh being asked if she had any part tricks, she grinned in reply. “I’ve got a few things up my sleeve—but the most impressive party tricks I’ve seen all come from Y/N.” She laughed her little raspy laugh, clearly eager at the opportunity to speak about you.

“Oh?”

“Uh-huh. The girl has so many talents packed into her body, it’s fucking astonishing honestly.” Florence smirked a bit, amused and playfully flirty. “And also incredibly attractive to see, it did things to me I am not disclosing on TV. But then again, I say that about everything she does. So.”

Instead of clips now, it changed into showing a bunch of the Marvel casts stories on Instagram that they’d posted about you—edited with some funny memes and music.

Sebastian posted a photo of sleeping on his sofa with the writing over it ‘SHES the one who sleeps on my couch, not Anthony. I like it that way’. Scarlett posted a picture of you two together but put heart emojis over her eyes in the picture ‘I love her’ the writing simply said, underneath your smiling face in the photo. Chris Evans posted a photo of you and his dog, Dodger, with the caption ‘my boys got good taste!!’ and some laughing emojis. Zendaya posted a photo of you getting ready in your vanity with the caption ‘this girl doesn’t not need all this she’s always STUNNNIG’. Tessa Thompson posted a candid picture of you with poll—‘should y/n date me?’ and the only two options where ‘aren’t you already together???’ and ‘absolutely’.

Watching the slide show, you laughed yourself silly with a flattered smile on your face—your phone still buzzing with the messages from the group. Best. Video. Ever.