#thor was my best bud

[yoongisjuicebox]

Possible tw for pet death and grief (kind of face reveal lmao)

Dude I am really taking losing my kitty really hard...

Thor was...the absolute best...I feel restless, and I can barely sleep. He slept with me pretty much every night, laying on top of me as like a weighted blanket 🥺

It's been hard trying to unlearn habits I had because of him. I don't even want to unlearn them.

I just want him back with me. Headbutting me, snuggling with me, resting his paw on my cheek when I was having anxiety and couldn't sleep.

Thor was the best kitty I could ask for.

[snekdood]

lmao???

this quiz sorts through characters from like dozens of fandoms and finds the one you’re most like. I’m not even a little bit surprised by my result

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Someone New 4

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Warnings: this fic will include angst, pining, romcom tropes, and some darker elements later in the series. Some triggers may not be specifically tagged. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This fic will contain explicit content. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You’ve had a crush on your best friend for years, but you’re slapped in the face with reality when he takes things to the next level with his girlfriend.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Thor

Note: I got like insanely sick suddenly and I still feel off.

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“Sam, that paradise punch was a bad idea,” you groan as you struggle to get your bag out of the trunk of the taxi. 

“Whatever,” Sam slurs as he comes around, “I tipped the driver extra. Bud, you think you can get this out for the lady?” 

The driver is all to helpful as he comes around you take the handle from you and swiftly plants the bag on its wheels. It’s everything you have that isn’t bundled up into storage or sacrificed to the dumpster. You thank the man and swallow a belch. 

“Have a safe trip, miss,” the driver nods and turns to slap Sam’s arm, “and you, sir.” 

Sam salutes the man and pushes away from the cab, your carry-on slung from his shoulder. The two of you clumsily lift the bag over the curb. You look up at the airport as the roar of jet engines cuts through the dusky air. 

“I feel like I’m drunker,” Sam snickers. 

“Uh huh, me too,” you murmur. Two hours on his couch was barely enough. If anything, it’s just set your vision askew. “They’re not gonna let me board if – hiccup—I'm blasted.” 

“Don’t worry, we can get water,” he blathers and yanks your bag onto its wheels, “off to the land of vikings! Skol!” 

“Skol?” You follow him in a clamour. 

“It’s what they say, isn’t it?” He chuckles, “I saw it on a show or whatever.” 

“I... yeah, usually while they drink, not stumbling drunk,” you rebuff. 

“Sound pretty sober to me with all that whining,” he rebukes. 

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes and follow him through the automatic doors. 

He veers off and you follow him in confusion, glancing back at the check-in counter. He stops before a bright vending machine and feels around in his pocket. He taps his card and focuses intently on pressing the button. 

“Waterrrrr,” he drones and leans on the machine to reach through the slot. 

He hands it over and you unscrew the cap. You chug half the bottle and let out an obnoxious belch. You cover your mouth in embarrassment and offer him the rest. He finishes it off and you linger by the machine as you let the cool flow settle in. 

“Feel any better?” He asks. 

“A little. I’ll have a coffee on the plane.” 

“Nah, you should sleep.” 

“Maybe,” you take out your phone and tap the side button. Nothing. 

“Anything from Mr. Carter?” Sam asks. 

“No,” you black the screen and shrug. “Come on, I gotta check my bag.” 

“You should check that boy,” he blathers as he stands straight and once more yanks the bag after you, “tell him what’s what.” 

“Sam, he’s busy--” 

“He’s your best friend! At least, he likes to say so then do nothing.” 

“Quit,” you beg him, “this is hard enough.” 

“This is what you need--” 

“I know!” You throw your hands up and face him as you come up before the counter. “I know. Okay. I’m stupid and---” you shake your head and let the truth sink back into the depths of your soul. You face the clerk and sigh, “I’m sorry, I’m here to check my bag.” 

You pull out your wallet and slide your passport across the counter. You show your boarding pass and pay for the extra weight. Your bid a safe journey and carry on with only the smaller bag still on Sam’s shoulder. 

Wordlessly, you sit in a row of seats. You look up at the clock. You’ll have to go to the boarding area sooner than later. He won’t be able to come with you. 

“Sam, I’m sorry. I just... is it that obvious?” You croak. 

He puts his hand on your back and rubs it gently. It’s soothing. The tension trickles down your sides and seeps out. It feels good to admit it aloud yet mortifying just the same. 

“No, I just sense these things. I know Steve, I know you, and I know he doesn’t deserve you. Even as just friends.” 

“Ugh,” you put your head in your hands, “I am so stupid.” 

“No, you’re not. You’re human. It stinks. Our brains, our hearts, they aren’t logical, as much as we like to pretend,” he huffs, “trust me. We’ve all been there and if we haven’t, we’ll get our turn.” 

“Yeah, I guess,” you sit up as your eyes glisten, “I just... he said he’d be here. I thought I’d at least get that--” 

Your name echoes through the airy space and you wince. Right on cue, just before you can collapse completely. You turn as Steve rushes toward you. He wears jeans and grey sweatshirt. He remembered! 

You stand as Sam sighs. You smile, only halfway before you see the figure trailing behind him. Peggy looks less than excited to be there. Her sleepy lashes flutter as her wave hair is pinned back in a messy chignon, still elegant despite the carelessness. She wears a dark green trench over a silver satin nightie. She must’ve rushed out with him. 

“Hey,” Steve nears, “sorry I couldn’t make it for drinks, but I couldn’t miss take-off.” 

“Mmm, they don’t have any afternoon flights,” Peggy mutters. 

“They do but landing doesn’t line up with the train,” you shrug and glance at her briefly. Her glare darts back at you. You wonder if that work dinner was so impromptu after all. 

“Are you excited?” Steve drops into the seat next to you. 

“Uh, yeah, nervous,” you smile as the weight lightens from your chest. He came. Maybe Sam is wrong. Maybe friends isn’t that bad. 

“It’s going to be great. You have to send me updates, oh, and I’ll be sure to send you all the wedding news!” He grins, “I still can’t believe you’re going to be so far away.” 

“It’s a good opportunity,” Peggy intones as she sits on his other side, resting her hand on his forearm, “in her line of work, I’m sure they don’t come often.” 

You press your lips tight and look down, “yeah, not really.” 

“She can get out. Make new friends. Some girl friends, maybe,” Peggy remarks. 

“I’m sure she’ll make all the friends,” Sam interjects, “I hear there isn’t much sunlight over there, she’ll be a breath of fresh air for those grumpy vikings.” 

“Mm, yes,” Peggy grumbles as she trails her hand down to Steve’s. “Too bad you won’t make the engagement party.” 

“Or the wedding,” Steve adds. 

“Well, we’ve a full wedding party as it is,” she shrugs. “There’ll be lots of pictures.” 

“Right, yeah, I’m sorry to miss it all,” you frown. “I...” you sit back and nearly choke, “I’m gonna hit the bathroom.” 

You stand as Sam puffs out heavily and to your surprise, Peggy swiftly gets to her feet, suddenly very awake. Your soberness is setting in along with a pulsing headache. You really don’t want to deal with her. If you knew he’d bring her, you’d have told Steve to stay home. 

“I’ll come with you. I’m splitting at the seams,” she trills. 

“Alright,” you agree with a tint of uncertainty. 

She twirls and you walk parallel to her towards the bathroom signs. You chalk it up to the feminine habit. It isn’t unusual to visit the toilets in pairs, even without much kinship between you. It does however spoil your attempt at respite. You less so want to empty your bladder than clear your mind. 

You don’t say a word as you enter the bathroom. You go into a stall and she does the same. Your mind clogs your biology and you have to sit and focus before you can get a flow going. By the time you’re trickling into the bowl, she’s done. A toilet flushes and you hear her unlatch the door and approach the sinks. 

She’s in heels, even at this hour. The sink sprays out water and you listen to her hum as she washes her hands. You finish up and flush, coming out meekly to use the sink next to her. You focus on the simple task as she watches you in the mirror. 

Sensing her gaze, you look up and pull your hands out from under the censor-activated faucet. You meet her eyes and nearly wince at the steely intensity. You stand straight and move past her to retrieve some paper towel. 

“This is a wise decision,” she says, “well-needed.” 

You look at her again as you dry your hands, “thanks.” 

“Oh, I’m not congratulating you. About time you got some sense,” she sneers. 

You wince and crumple up the towel. You drop it in the bin and cross your arms, “okay, well...” 

“It’s better you’re not here for any of it. He doesn’t need the distraction.” 

You chew the inside of your lip as venom drips from her voice. You’re still slightly tipsy and too tired to process this. You have no response. 

“The distance will help you get over it. Finally,” she snips, “you know, I thought it was almost endearing at first then it just became pathetic.” 

You swallow. You’re humiliated that even she could see right through you. You can hardly blame her for her spite. After all, she’s his fiancée, not you. 

“He thinks it’s silly. He laughs.” 

You flinch then. Hard. Your chest rents and your stomach boils. 

“He knows. It’s obvious. I mean, it’s convenient, isn’t it? You’ll do anything for him and really it was rather helpful. Took a lot off my plate and his but it’s time for all of us to grow up. I will be his wife and he doesn’t need some girl to measure out his laundry detergent or remind him to eat.” 

You blink and look away. You cross your arms and push your shoulders up, “got it.” 

“So why don’t you go ahead and just put him on mute now?” 

“Peggy,” you whisper. 

“We’re getting married. You know you can’t stop it, that’s why you’re running away. So end it.” 

“You don’t have to be cruel,” you mutter. 

“I could be horrid. I could have been for all these years. I believe I’ve had remarkable restraint with you,” she points a manicured nail at you, “you should be thanking me for having the grace to do this in private.” 

Your lip trembles and your cheeks tug painfully. You nod and turn away, “don’t worry, Peg, you won’t hear from me. He won’t either.” You make your way to the door, “I wish you both the best.” 

“Mm, I pray you find some clarity and perhaps some maturity along the way,” she retorts as she follows you, heels clicking loudly across the tile, “perhaps you might find someone too. Someone you deserve.” 

Her last words sting. The derision is pungent enough to make your nose crinkle. Someone you deserve... because you could never ever be good enough for Steve Rogers. 

💟

You don’t look back as you go through the gate. You can’t. It’s too painful. The tears have receded but the pain is only deeper. Peggy’s words reverberate in your head, nipping at your ears as your nape burns hotter and hotter. 

She’s right. Sam too. This is overdue. It’s exactly what you need to do. You know it. It’s the reason you chose this. That moment when you were faced with being the eternal wobbly third wheel, you made up your mind. It’s over. That part of your life is behind you, but you don’t know that you’ll ever stop feeling this way. 

It’s hard to settle in your seat, even knowing you have ten hours of flying ahead of you. Disembarking alone will be another hour at least, then finding the train station, another few hours... It’s a lot of time to think and you just can’t stop. 

You don’t take the book out of your bag or touch the screen in front of you. Instead, you sit, slumped down in your seat, eyes drifting back and forth, as you wallow in your self-pity. You stay like that through the flight. You decline the mid-flight meal and the snack cart. You don’t even get up to use the bathroom. 

You close your eyes and float away into memory. You can feel the scene around you. You can smell the stale air freshener forgotten on the shelf above the desk and hear the muffled thrum of music through the walls. You sit on the bed, your textbook open in your lap and your laptop open by your leg. Steve’s on the other end, phone in hand, texting as his golden hair flops forward over his head. 

He’s younger. That rosiness still kisses his cheeks as subtle freckles speckle his pale skin. Yet he’s just a well-built as ever. Broad shoulders, chiseled jaw, long legs. He’s the very picture that should appear next to ‘hunk’ in the dictionary. Every girl’s dream. Your dream. 

“Huh,” he chuckles and drops his phone, “this girl in my history class wants to meet up.” 

Your heart plucks and you force a smile, “a girl? Meet up?” 

“Oh, yeah, she lets me copy off her pop quiz every lecture. Guess I kinda owe her.” 

“Wow,” you utter, the only noise you can eke out. Owes her? Funny, you did his laundry last week and helped him print out his term paper... what do you get? 

“Yeah, so uh, do you think you could send me a copy of your notes?” He pushes himself to the edge of the bed. “I probably won’t be back tonight.” 

“Right,” you nod and hide your embarrassment at the insinuation. 

“You can crash here if you wanna. Long way across campus at night,” he shrugs casually as he grabs his varsity jacket. 

“No, I’ll... I’ll just go now,” you get off the bed and close up your books. 

“Probably a good idea. Just in case she wants to come back here,” he chuckles, “see ya in poli sci?” 

“Sure,” you keep your chin down. “See ya.” 

Your eyelids lift as you come out of the dazed memory.  

New York is gone. Steve is gone. You’re all alone. You’ve left it all behind but that home was never a home. It was all a farce you built on a childish hope. You’re done lying to yourself. It was never going to be. You didn’t miss any chance at all. You just wasted your own time. 

You just languish there in the airplane seat. It’s still hard to believe it’s all real. It isn’t until the wheels bounce and hit the tarmac that it fully sinks in. 

You’re not doing that again. You’re better off alone. You have to be, right? You don’t really know. You don’t even know yourself. You just know the girl who only wanted to be what he needed. 

But what do you need? What do you want? Can you figure it out? Is there anything in this land for you that you couldn’t find in New York? 

At least you’ll have lots of time to figure that out. Intimate hours with yourself to dwell and cringe and regret. Time to think, time to move on, time to cut him out. 

As you join the line to have your Visa stamped, you pull out your phone and turn off airplane mode. You swipe through to Steve’s last message. It was weeks ago. That makes it easier to hit that button; ‘mute’. It’s a start. Maybe in a few weeks, you’ll be ready to hit ‘block’. 

[jungle-angel]

A Boy And His Critters (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You and Bob think your oldest child might be an animal whisperer

Warnings: Mentions of birth, pregnancy, cuteness overload etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @callmemana @attapullman @withahappyrefrain @bobfloydsbabe

It was late in the afternoon in early spring, on a day when the hawthorn trees in your yard had just begun to bud and flower. Your birdfeeder already had more than enough visitors, your three cats, Freya, Thor and Pumpkin, having eyed them from the living room window. Already there had been fifteen calf births within the last two days with Bob, his father and his brothers and sisters having to wake at some ungodly hour to help with the births.

You were in the living room of your home in Montana, the soft Disney piano music playing from the speaker on your laptop. Bob lay on the spread out quilt on the living room floor, one pillow under his head and the other under his tummy while he gently rocked Baby Rudy in his little baby hammock. The sun streamed through the windows as you sat close to your husband and baby, the other three outside with their grandparents or aunts and uncles while you were busy carding the freshly shorn sheep's wool from the week before. You set aside your brushes and quickly took a snapshot of the sweet sight, hoping to add it to the photo album later.

You heard a loud meow and felt that familiar bushy tail brushing against you, looking down to find Thor rubbing against you. "You need a good brushing," you chuckled, teasing him with the carding combs.

"S'it the cat again?" Bob mumbled with a yawn.

"Yep," you answered, getting back to your work. "Rudy asleep?"

"Mmmhmm," Bob answered. "M'gonna go see if Dad needs help and come back for a nap."

Bob rose from his spot and kissed you before heading out to the barn to see if his father needed any help. "Hey sleepyhead!" the older Floyd greeted, tipping his black cowboy hat a little.

"Hey Dad," Bob answered sleepily. "Everything good?"

"Yeah everything's lookin good," Joe answered. "The hands have it all down so we don't have to worry until the spring auction. The baby go to sleep?"

"Just went down for a nap," Bob yawned. "I think I might too, my eyes are starting to itch."

Bob and his father conversed back and forth, totally unaware at first of the clanking of a metal bucket and the hurried footsteps of five year old Auggie.

"Bud?" Bob asked when he finally saw. "Whatcha doin?"

"Nothin Daddy," Auggie chirped.

"Doesn't look like nothin," Joe chuckled.

"I gotta go milk the cows, Papa!" Auggie announced.

Joe and Bob were humored to say the least, more so when they saw Smokey, the crotchety old rooster weaving his way in and out from between Auggie's legs. They followed behind him to make sure he didn't get into trouble, when he approached the female dairy cow that Joe and Irene had taken in, singing in his chirpy little voice, one of the farm songs he had learned in his kindergarten class at the so-called "hippie school" he attended with the other Dagger children.

"Holy shit," Joe chuckled. "Get a load of this Bobby."

Bob was thunderstruck when he saw the old bat following Auggie into the barn with Smokey still clucking away between his little cowboy boots. Normally it would take two or three of the hands to lead her in, but here was Auggie, five years old and barely up to his father's hips, leading her into the stall with no issues.

"Un......believable," Bob laughed.

"How the fuck does this kid do it?" Joe wondered out loud, a broad smile on his face at the sight of his grandson.

Bob quickly pulled out his phone and began recording, hoping to be able to show the others when they had a chance to come by. Auggie chirped away as he milked the cow until a startled moo came from her.

"Sorry Peach, but that's what Daddy does to Mommy and it works."

Bob stifled a squawk in his throat but not before Auggie began yelling at him in his best Shrek voice.

"AYE! GET OUT ME FUCKIN SWAMP!!!!!"

"August Robert!" Bob laughed.

Auggie hurried over but Bob was in too good a mood to discipline his son. "Sorry for using a dirty word, Daddy," he apologized.

Bob picked his son up and kissed his cheek, Auggie's glasses falling slightly off the bridge of his nose. "I'm glad you said sorry, but Daddy should remember the rule the he and Mommy put into place."

When Bob was able to go back inside, he showed you the video including the one of Auggie's Shrek impression.

"You'd think he was an animal whisperer by the way Smokey follows him around," you laughed.

"Sometimes I like to think so sweetheart," Bob yawned as he lay on the couch.

You set aside your carding combs and the wool, covering Bob with the spring quilt and snuggling in beside him, the two of you proud as ever of Auggie.

[squeezil]

I don't usually write, let alone share fan fics, but I've been on a DEEP Httyd hyperfixation lately and it's been particularly inspiring, and I'm a slut for a good Hiccupxreader so have this lil piece I wrote, I plan on writing more and if people like it who knows maybe it'll be more than just a collection of one shots 🤷🏼‍♀

This Changes Everything...

Hiccup x Fem!Reader

This takes place between Rtte and Httyd2 when Hiccup is working on his map and trying to find the part of himself he thinks is missing, little does he know he’s going to find something else along the way that he really didn’t expect.

Y/N = your name

D/N = your dragon’s name

H/C = your hair color

E/C = your eye color

F/C = your favorite color

Chapter 1

It was late afternoon on a beautiful midsummer day, the sun was shining bright over the calm seas, the steady waves sparkling in the warm light. "What better time for an exploratory flight around the the archipelago?" Hiccup thought, ignoring the other glaringly obvious reason being that once again his father had tried to talk to him about taking over as chief soon. That wasn't something he wanted to talk or think about right now. There was still far too much he hadn't discovered yet, about the world, and more importantly, about himself. 

He and Toothless had been soaring around the neighboring islands for what seemed like hours at this point, noticing nothing new or out of the ordinary, much to Hiccup's disappointment. He leaned forward to place his hand on Toothless' neck and opened his mouth to tell him to turn back towards home when the Night Fury's ears shot up in eager curiosity, and began sniffing excitedly at the air. 

"What is it, bud?" Hiccup asked, curious himself now. 

Before he knew it, Toothless dove towards a nearby island with such speed he nearly fell backwards from the sheer force. "Thank Thor for this harness!" He thought. 

"Whoooa, bud! What's gotten into you?" Said Hiccup, as they plummeted faster. 

They landed so abruptly that Hiccup lurched forward and tumbled off of Toothless' back. With a quick glance back at his best friend to make sure he wasn't hurt and an impatient bark, Toothless set off into the woods, eagerly bounding through the trees to find the source of his interest. 

"Toothless, wait! Where are you going?!" Hiccup called, getting up as quick as he could to run after his wayward dragon. Try as he might, he couldn't quite keep up with Toothless and soon lost him in the brush. 

"Toothless? Toothless! Toothless, where are you?!" He screamed, praying to the Gods that there weren't dragon hunters on this island. In the near distance he heard the distinct roar of a Night Fury and quickened his pace.

Eventually he came to a small clearing nestled in a thick canopy of trees, which blocked out most of the sunlight, making it difficult to see well. He saw a large, dark creature moving in the shadows and squinted for a moment before letting out a sigh of relief. It was definitely a Night Fury.

"There you are! What in Thor’s name was so important that you couldn't wait for me, huh bud?" He said, a twinge of annoyance in his voice, despite trying to maintain a calm tone.

The dragon shifted quickly and whipped it's head around, letting out a low warning growl as it did so. 

"Wh-Hey, hey bud, it's me, it's Hiccup, what are you-" he stopped cold as the dragon moved into a small streak of light peaking through the trees, illuminating it's deep violet eyes that were angrily boring into his startled green ones. 

Shock, then dawning comprehension, and finally fear spread across Hiccup's face as he realized Toothless had green eyes, this was not his dragon. He had somehow managed to find another Night Fury…and they were mad. 

"Ohh my Gods…Wow, another Night Fury! And look at your eyes, I've only ever seen Razorwhips with purple eyes before, incredible!" He started, his fascination getting the better of him for a moment before remembering that this dragon was not friendly, yet. "Uhh, whooa-okay, easy, I-I'm not gonna hurt you, it's okay." He said gently, his hands up in attempt to show he wasn't a threat. 

The wild Night Fury growled louder, and narrowed it's eyes, clearly not believing his assurances. He backed up slowly until he was backed up against a tree and suddenly, from a branch above him Hiccup heard a woman shout, 

"You're damn right you won't hurt her!" 

The next thing he knew, he was face down on the ground with a knee pressed between his shoulder blades, pinning him in place and the distinct sound of a dagger being unsheathed above him. He shifted nervously under her weight and tried to speak through the dirt and grass he was currently being shoved into.

"Look, ugh, I don't know who you are, but I really don't mean either of you any harm, I would never hurt a dragon, especially not a Night Fury!"  

"Uh huh, sure, just like the last guy we caught sneaking up on us. You hunters are all the same! Why can't you just leave her alone?!" She said, angrily digging her knee harder into his back.

"Argh…Hey, could you ease up a bit? I'm telling you the truth, I'm not a hunter, I'm a dragon rider!" He said in a strained voice.

"Well that's a new one, huh D/N?" The Night Fury made a disdainful huff of agreement beside her, "but I'm still not buyin' it, I know you were just here for same thing they all come for, the last Night Fury in the world. Well, if you want her, you have to go through me!" She said, raising her arm to strike, but before she could bring down her dagger a purple plasma blast came out from the bushes, disarming her. She looked up at D/N in confusion, and the dragon simply gave her an equally confused look in return.

Toothless sprang out of the bushes, growling and baring his teeth as he slowly advanced on the young woman holding his friend hostage. With his captor sufficiently distracted, Hiccup managed to push her off of him and swipe a foot under her, knocking her to the ground.

"Look, we don't want to fight you, please just listen to me." He said, getting to his feet and once again putting his hands up in a gesture of peace. 

She stared, dumbfounded at Toothless, who had positioned himself in between them to protect Hiccup, "I can't believe it" she uttered under her breath. She turned back to Hiccup with a suspicious glare, "who are you?" narrowing her eyes at him, one hand reaching for the bow slung across her back in case she still needed to fight her way out of this.

"My name is Hiccup Haddock, son of Stoick the Vast the Chief of Berk, and leader of the Dragon Riders of Berk. This is Toothless, and up until now we believed he was the last Night Fury left in existence…" He said carefully, taking a tentative step towards the young lady and her wary dragon.

D/N was so distracted at this point by Toothless that she had stopped growling and had begun eyeing him with curiosity. They cautiously approached each other. Glancing at the dragons, who had both dropped their defenses and started sniffing each other inquisitively, Hiccup smiled slightly and let out a relieved sigh "see? Toothless just wanted to say hello." He turned back to the girl who had now lowered her hand from her bow, but still looked uncertain. 

"Look, I'm sorry we scared you guys, we were just scouting out new islands to add to this map I've been working on and I guess Toothless heard or smelled, er, D/N, was it? Anyway, dragons are gonna do what dragons do, right?" He said, smiling wider now.

He had such an unassuming, warm smile, she couldn’t help but feel more at ease, and there was something in his eyes that made it hard not to believe him. Realizing that maybe he wasn't quite the threat she thought he was after all, she relaxed slightly and  took a few steps closer to him. With how fast everything had just happened, Hiccup hadn’t really gotten a good look at her before, but now that she was standing only a few feet from him he could see that she was easily one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen. She had long H/C hair with two small braids around the crown of her head that met in the back where they merged with a larger braid that fell down the middle of her back, with the rest of her hair falling free underneath. Her eyes were a stunning shade of E/C. She was dressed in a long F/C tunic with a off-white fur wrap around her shoulders that clasped around her neck with a strangely carved broach, a leather skirt, and fur lined boots that matched the fur around her shoulders.

“Wow…” Hiccup thought out loud, then catching himself said “uh, I mean, how…did you find a Night Fury? For the last five years we assumed Toothless here was the last of their kind.”

“We sort of…found each other, I guess.” she started, pausing a moment as she recalled their troubled past. “Where I’m from dragons are considered evil, all anyone cares about is capturing or killing them, but something about that never sat right with me, even though they terrified me. It wasn’t until I came across D/N in one of our traps that I realized why, I saw how scared she was, how helpless, and it was like…” she trailed off staring at the ground, trying to find the words.

“It was like she was just as scared of you as you were of her? Almost as if you could see yourself in her?” Hiccup finished. 

She looked up at him speechless, “Y-yes…how did you know that?”

He let out a light hearted chuckle and said “Because it was exactly the same with me and Toothless. I looked at him, and I saw myself, and we’ve been together ever since, isn’t that right, bud?” he said gesturing for Toothless to come over to him, prompting the dragon to jump over, nuzzle his arm, and lick him across the face. “Haha okay, okay, easy bud! You know that doesn’t wash out!” 

She couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at this sudden display of affection between the two. D/N came over to her and gently head butted her as if to ask for her turn. She stroked the dragon’s smooth scales and whispered, “well, what do you think, girl? Should we trust em?” D/N cooed happily in response. 

Taking another tentative step towards Hiccup, she said "I-I'm sorry I attacked you…it's just, we've never met anyone else like us…either of us. It's just been the two of us for so long, I learned trusting other humans doesn't usually turn out well." A look of quiet disdain darkened her face at the last few words. 

Hiccup furrowed his brow, his smile fading with concern as he turned back to look at her and said "Sounds like you guys have been through a lot…we can relate.” 

She looked from Hiccup to Toothless, suddenly noticing that he had a prosthetic leg, and that Toothless had a prosthetic tail fin as well.

"What happened to you guys?" She said, feeling as if she already knew the answer, "hunters?" she added with a scowl.

"Uh…not exactly." he replied sheepishly, absent mindedly rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. Realizing this wasn’t much of an explanation, Hiccup sighed and said, “it’s a long story.”

“Well, I have time.” She gestured to a large rock nearby for them to sit on. Hiccup smiled and followed her over. He started telling the story of how Berk used to be, how he had shot down Toothless only to realize that he didn’t want to kill him, how they had slowly gained each other’s trust, and eventually how they had managed to change everyone else’s minds about dragons. 

“Sure, life’s a little more chaotic now with dragons everywhere, but it’s so much better!” He said, absolutely beaming. She couldn’t help but return his infectious smile. 

“That’s amazing! I wish my tribe was like that…” she said, her tone turning wistful. “We had to run away to keep D/N safe, the people back home just didn’t understand, they only wanted to mount her head on their walls” she glared at the dirt, fuming at the harsh memories, “even my own family turned against us.”

Hiccup gave her a sympathetic look and said “Well, if you don’t have anywhere else to go, why don’t you come back to Berk with me and Toothless?” 

She looked up at him, her nerves suddenly returning, “Oh…Uh, I don’t know…I mean, you two do seem nice, and I still can’t believe we met another Night Fury…but, we don’t really know you that well or how well we can trust you, no offense. I have to do what’s right for D/N, she’s saved me countless times, I have to keep her safe too.”

“Well…if you won’t come to Berk, how about we come back here to check up on you from time to time? That way you know you’re not alone, and Toothless and D/N can finally have one of their own kind to spend time with, it’s a win-win!” He said hopefully.

She thought for a moment, unsure, but something tugged at her gut to say yes. She didn’t know why, but she really did want to see Hiccup again, and he did have a good point, this was D/N’s only chance to be with her own species, this chance wouldn’t come up again. 

“Hmm…I guess that would be okay.” She said, smiling softly. 

He grinned back at her sweetly and said “Great! Hey, uh, I just realized I never got your name.”

“Oh, right, it’s Y/N.”

“Y/N? Wow, that’s…that’s really pretty, uh I mean, I’m really glad we met, Y/N.” He said, once again smiling wide, his cheeks turning the faintest shade of pink.

She felt her cheeks warm slightly too as he looked at her, his green eyes bright with earnest enthusiasm somehow made her feel that for the first time ever, she was truly being seen. For once in her life, she was genuinely hopeful.

[sunnysideprincess]

Tony Stark was a wizard well known to attract trouble with the divine. First it was Loki, who had been enraged that a mere mortal couldn't be enchanted by him. Then it was Thor when Tony cursed his brother to erupt in painful boils if he dared to step on Earth. After, it was Steven drenched head to toe in swamp water—which was very reasonable on Tony's part because the flame keeper's tantrum was hurting his largest batch of hibiscus. Though he was willing to admit there had been a slight misunderstanding due to Natasha and Fury's mingled cunning. There was also Tiberus Stone, a minor deity of an abandoned mountain, who sought Tony's land and thought the best way to do it was to flood the lower plains and destroy an entire settlement. The less it was said about how many mortals and immortals he had pissed off was better. Though the incident did gain Tony his Rhodeybear, a furious looking cloud Elf and it did mellow Steven, who now went by Steve of all names.

Coming to the present, there was a wolf blocking his way. Its fur gleaming silver like the frost and eyes glittering greys and blues like a budding storm. Tony had been warned about it. Once a hell demon going by the name of Winter Soldier, now he was seated at the council of gods as the White Wolf.

Not currently of course. Not when he was prowling around Tony in a way that wasn't unlike a predator circling a prey. A slightly difficult situation, considering Tony was all out of mana after destroying the Hydra beast lurking near a demigod settlement and his spare arc was in the carriage with little miss Wanda. He was bleeding and exhausted, hungry and stumbling.

He was a great wizard. The best. But he was also a mortal in dire need of the comforts of his home.

So he was caught unaware when a drop of his blood touched the ground, when the wolf took a deep breath and lunged, disappearing into a blur. And Tony, who was too busy in trying keep his body upright, yelped when his world tilted and he ended up facing the maw of the beast.

"Alright, that's it," he growled, pulling his only faintly glowing arc out of his pocket. "Get off, frost fleabag, before I push you—hheeek!"

He would never admit it, not even under the threat of drowning, that he squeaked like a squirrel when he felt the icy tip of the wolf's nose diving into the crook of his neck. He would also never tell of how the soft exhale which cast ice crystals over his skin made his cheeks heat in a way no mortal or immortal had ever known to or how he shivered when he felt the scrape of tongue over his skin.

"Bucky, no!"

The wolf jumped back, its teeth bared and eyes slanted in annoyance. Tony was quick to scramble up and plant his back against the nearest stump of tree, wondering why in the world was Steve marching down towards the wolf like it was a runaway dog and why in the world was the White Wolf sniffing and licking Tony.

"What in the seven heavens are you doing?"

The wolf huffed out a challenging breath then growled at the god, before tilting its head towards Tony.

"Absolutely not! No," Steve growled, erupting in his usual bright blue fames. "You know it is forbidden."

"What is," Tony voiced out loud, gathering the attention of the two divines. A flicker of annoyance washed over him, reminding him just why Gods were the most terrible of all immortal brethren. They were brutish, vicious and above all, thought they were entitled to every man's respect. "I wish to know exactly why your friend—is he not—decided to jump a weary travelling wizard?" He gave himself pause to fix his posture, then added a snide "your ever-unfrozen highness" for good measure.

The wolf huffed out a —laugh? It cast a smug look towards Steven then licked its teeth in a slow teasing reminder of what it had tasted on Tony.

Tony, like any respectable wizard, ignored the heat and tingles rising up his spine and crossed his arms.

"Well?"

"He's Bucky."

"Oh my—is he your pet? How very scandalous, your lordship! Does the heaven know about it? Does my godmother know about it? Who, may I remind you, you have pledged your eternally beating heart to."

"Tony," Steve sighed, his flames flickering back to a more manageable size. "No. He's not—He is my friend. And he, uh..."

The wolf snorted and much to Tony's everlasting surprise, Steve's flames came back roaring.

"Shift back to your humane form then, I'm not willing to be your translator for the night!"

"What are you—"

The place where the wolf was standing erupted in a flurry of snow and wind. And Tony watched, fascinated and already itching to try and create a spell which could mimic the flare of it all, as the air cleared.

The wolf was gone, and instead there was a man, almost as tall as Steven. His hair belowed with the wind, reaching past his chin in waves that would make the travelling Sphinx jealous. His left arm, bless Tony's luck, was completely encased in ice and carrying a scythe made of Wakandan moon stone. A greedy part of Tony wondered if he could somehow detach it from the god and keep it for himself, which was immediately smothered by the memory of his mama chastising him for being spoiled.

As if sensing his appreciation, the wolf-god-man bared his teeth-his fangs into a roguish smile and spoke with a deep rumble which clouded the air with a sudden chill.

"I am here to declare wizard Anthony Edward Stark as my beloved consort. And I wish for him to be seated with me in the highest council of gods."

So there you have it.

Tony Stark was a wizard well known to attract trouble with the divine. But this just might be one of a kind.

[sweetasarsenic]

My very specific hobby is to calculate heights from fictional characters, and did my best with the God warriors. I used the original model sheet of them, and used as reference Seiya's canonical height (165cm). So yeah, these are the headcanon results :D I also did the Hikaku thing for a better visual interpretation thingy(??)

- Thor: ~10'6''

- Siegfried: ~6'5''

- Syd & Bud: ~6'3''

- Hagen: ~6'2''

- Fenrir: ~6'1''

- Mime: ~6'0''

- Alberich: ~5'3''

[dragonmasterhiccup]

The map they had gotten from the trader lead them to the cave. It wasn't the best idea to go on their own, but here they were, looking for the treasure. And they found it. It was on a pedestal, and glowing.

"What in Thor's name-" she murmured to herself, as she walked around the pedestal for a moment. The light fury stayed not too far away from her, cautious about it being a trap.

Taking a deep breath, she quickly grabbed the object and waited for a moment for something to happen. The object's glow dimmed quite a bit. "Wasn't expecting tha-" she murmured before the pedestal exploded with an incredible burst of light, bright enough to shine outside of the cave.

As the light disappeared, they both blinked quickly, trying to adjust to the darkness again. Once the viking could somewhat see again, she ran towards the dragon to make sure she was alright.

(For that plot idea I shared yesterday hehe- ALSO I'll be replying from @cloverofroleplays :)

Hiccup and Toothless were out on a flight when they saw a big flash of light come from a cave below.

"Toothless? Let's go see what that was, bud!" Together they descended, landing near the mouth of the cave, which was now dark, with no signs of what caused the flash. "Could be a dragon...let's look a little closer." He pulled out his sword and ignited it, casting a glow around him. He edged into the cave, Toothless by his side. They went deeper in, and Hiccup stopped short when he saw what looked like a night fury, but it was bright white. He gasped. "Oh my gods!" He saw movement out of the corner of his eye, and turned towards it, finding what he least expected to be in the cave with a dragon: a person. "Who are you?"

[afteriwake]

9. Write about a heated debate -- Jane and Darcy about Darcy's love life (you can pick the ship).

I decided to put this in my "Just Pieces On The Board" series with Jane and Darcy discussing her relationship with Loki (because I don't think Darcy dating Steve or Stephen would upset Jane that much...Bucky would probably be forgiven more easily because of his brainwashing, but Loki would draw more incredulity).

Differing Opinions - Darcy and Jane have differing opinions on Darcy's budding relationship with Loki.

READ @ AO3 | SERIES PAGE

“I can’t believe--” Jane took a deep breath. “You and Loki?”

“He’s changed,” Darcy said. “I mean, you’ve been around him since the trip to Asgard. It’s not like it was a surprise. We spent nearly a week in bed before I moved here to New York!”

“Yes, but a fling I can see. An actual relationship? No way.”

“I don’t need your permission to date him,” Darcy said, bristling slightly. She and Loki had just figured out that a relationship was what they had, and it was something they wanted to keep. Thor had been happy for her and his brother, but here was Jane, on her high horse about it. “And besides, Thor is happy for us, and Loki said his mom is too. They know him better than you or I do.”

“And that’s the point. He’s only been back on Earth for, what. A few weeks now? How long did he leave you alone?”

“I could ask the same of Thor. No one seems to be giving you the third degree.”

“My boyfriend didn’t launch a full scale invasion of New York!” Jane said exasperatedly, throwing her hands up in the air.

“And he’s paid for it. Thor said he’s paying his debt, and the world governments made Thor his babysitter. He’s changed!” Darcy turned away from her friend. “Why can’t you just be happy for me? I’m happy with him.”

“You’d be happier with someone less megalomaniacal,” she said.

“Get out,” Darcy said quietly.

“What?” Jane asked, her eyes wide.

“You don’t get to dictate who I date and I don’t want to continue this conversation, so go before I say something I’ll really regret.” Jane, smartly enough, said no more, grabbing her knapsack and leaving Darcy’s apartment.

I’m not going to cry, Darcy thought to herself before a tear dropped down her face. She dashed it away and stood up, going into her kitchen and pulling down ingredients for...something. She’d figure it out depending on what she had.

An hour later there was a pan of Better than Sex brownies cooling on the counter and another one in the oven. She’d make a bunch and plate them up and leave them in the common room for everyone to enjoy. Except Jane. She doesn’t deserve to enjoy the gooey goodness of my brownies, she thought to herself as she started to make her third batch.

There was a knock on the door and she set her spatula down before going to the door. Jane stood there, looking sheepish. “I’m sorry, Darce. You’re right. I shouldn’t try dictating who you date. You’ve always had good judgement in the men you associate with.”

Darcy leaned against the doorjamb. “You talked to Thor?”

“Actually, I talked to Loki,” she said, and Darcy’s eyes widened. “He’s totally smitten. Maybe already in love with you. But...I don’t think he’d hurt you, at least not on purpose.”

“Come on in,” Darcy said, moving out of the way.

“He didn’t get angry, though he had every right to. I was basically questioning both of your judgment when I should have at least trusted yours. I mean, I’m in the wrong, and I hope you can forgive me.”

“Of course I can. Come ’ere,” Darcy said, opening up her arms. Jane grinned and gave her best friend a tight hug which Darcy eagerly returned. “Come on, you can have some of the first batch of brownies I made. They’re still warm.”

“Better Than Sex brownies, I take it?”

“You know it.”

“I can’t resist,” Jane said, moving to the counter. Darcy grinned and knew that whatever Loki had said it spoke well for them, and for him too, and she was glad. She was absolutely smitten with him, too, and she wanted them to be together for as long as possible.

[persephonesfill]

Tell me about Steve have a dream about Tony and being weird about it after. And how does Tony take said weird behavior?

see i feel like with steve, him dreaming about tony at all would be cause for him to freak out, especially if this is still early post a1 pre-aou days. like why is stark showing up in his dreams and the dream is literally the most mundane thing you can think of, like him and tony doing laundry together.

it's totally not that steve craves intimacy and domestic bliss.

but when the dreams take a turn is when he really starts to lose it. all it takes is one suggestive comment from thor of all people about steve's growing closeness with tony and all of sudden he's having dreams of tony on his knees, looking up at steve through his thick, dark lashes, mouth all pouty and slick with spit and—

steve wakes up to a wetness in his boxer briefs and guilt eating away at his insides. he oscillates between avoiding tony lest his presence trigger any more dreams and acting like nothing's wrong so as to not tip tony off as to what's happening and failing miserably

meanwhile tony's like "what the fuck did i do to him? i've literally been on my best behavior??" and he goes to pepper in his time of crisis you know as one does and pepper tells him to give steve space.

except here's the thing; tony liked spending time with steve and he's kind of miffed that their budding friendship came to a halt :/

[lokislynx]

Yeah, I rewatched a few of them and truly the best Loki and Thor movies are Terence Hill and Bud Spencer movies. Like watching modern versions of Thor and Loki adventuring in norse myths.

Change my mind.

Uuups. You can't.

Terence Hill is full of mischief and trickery, annoying Bud Spencer's character and still they are best bros.

Bud Spencer always mildly annoyed by the "bad guys" picking a fight or by hitting him. Plus the slap! Everybody was kungfu fighting but Thor just slapped 'em.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Dirty Work 48

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: My tumblr page wouldn't load on PC so I hope this posts?

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A moan flutters between your lips as Loki's mouth closes around your nipple. His fingers daintily brush over the bruise along the other side of your chest, lingering on the bite mark before quickly trailing down. He fondles you as he swirls his tongue and hums, the low note rolling through you.

Your chest coils tight as you lay helpless. This isn't what you want, you want to talk, yet you cannot stop him or the heat coursing from your core. You tilt your chin up, arching your spine as he tickles along your side.

You close your eyes and try to push away the thoughts storming inside of you. Forget about everything; about Thor, and the locked door, and that fear plucking at your chest. This is what you're supposed to do. As long as he wants this, you still have a place here.

He brushes along the angle of your pelvis and down the crease of your thigh. You gasp as his touch sends a chill through you. He drags himself down your body, feeling along your legs as he lifts your feet onto the bed. You bend your knees, open to him as he slithers over the edges.

He kneels at the side of the bed and you turn your head away, shy as he glides a finger between your folds. You push your hands down to cover yourself, knowing he's looking at you. 

He pulls your hands apart, twining his fingers through yours as he leans forward. You tense as his breath scours you and he delves his tongue along your cunt. You squeak and spasm at the cool sensation as it mingles with your warmth. 

Your toes curl as he dives into you, cling to your hands as he laps you up ravenously. You moan and squeeze your thighs against his head. You rock as he teases you just so, tasting you with delighted growls. 

He lets go of one hand, drawing his down, tracing a line along your flesh and down to your thigh. His tongue flicks over your clit as he prods along your entrance, toying with you as he spreads the slickness gathering there.

You whine as he dips a fingertip inside, he pulls in and out, sliding deeper each time. Your walls clench around him as your nerves ping against each other. You reach down without a thought, latching onto the coils of his hair.

He pushes another finger into you, sinking up to his knuckles. He rocks his hand in time with the motion of his tongue dancing around your tender bud. You tilt your hips towards him, welcoming him in as you block out the world on the other side of your eyelids.

You feel the bloom inside of you, like a morning glory opening to the sweet rays of sunlight. Your breath hitches and your muscles draw tight. You grit your teeth down on a moan and tug at his hair, rolling against his mouth, pleading wordlessly for more.

He keeps going, faster, deeper, working his hand against you as he drinks in your pleasure. You pant wildly as you ascend, higher and higher, and the wave crests, crashing down on you in tendrils. You twitch and whine, giving in to the sheer ecstasy of his touch.

He doesn't relent. He releases your other hand and spreads his hand wide across your stomach as if to hold you there. You couldn't move if you tried. You're so overwrought by his tending, your legs slip down and dangle over the edge. 

You lift your head and your lashes part. You peer down at his dark strands as they drape over your pelvis, tickling along your lower stomach. The very sight of him lights a new fire in you. You fall limp and drone weakly. It's too much and yet you don't want him to stop.

Another orgasm breaks within you. This one has your voice pitchy as it piques. You cry out and thrash, the scattering of your nerves too intense. 

You yank on his hair and push on the side of his head.

“Please, please, I can't…” you beg.

He chuckles against your cunt and rams his fingers as far as they'll go. You squeal and jolt on the mattress, pulling a hand asay to slap the bed.

“Please,” you whimper, “Loki…”

“Yesss,” he hisses and flicks his tongue up, “say my name, pet.”

“Loki,” you huff, “Loki, please…”

He purrs as he tastes you again, growling into you. You squirm and clasp the blanket, dragging it towards you as your nails graze his scalp. Your eyes roll back and you suck in air through your nose.

“Loki!” You exclaim, “Loki, I-I–”

You quake as you cum a third time. The bed trembles with you as you sink into the waves. Your hand falls away from his head and you just lay there in surrender. 

He raises his head, parting from you as his humid breath stains your skin. You shiver as he slips his fingers from you, dragging them between your folds and you close your legs. He retracts his touch with a snarl and stands. 

As he looms over you, you fold onto your side. Your heart raises, breath bated, skin buzzing. You watch his shadow against the wall as he unbuttons his shirt. 

You inhale and let your eyes close. You're tired already. You listen to the rustle of his clothing as he undresses. A current flows through you at the thought of what he'll do next. A tremor at the question mark still between you.

He crawls onto the bed. He urges you onto your back as he brings himself over you, keeping himself cradled between your open legs. He sweeps his hand along your hairline and down your cheek, framing your face as he bows to kiss you.

His nose presses against yours but the pain fades into the echoes of delight. He curls his other arm beneath you. He breaks away from your lips and smears his mouth down your cheek. He nibbles and nuzzles down to your neck.

His hand creeps down to your chest once more, savouring every curve and line, doting on every inch. His naked body crushes yours into the bed as he growls and nips at your throat. You moan as his length rubs against you.

He shifts his knees, lifting himself, angling his tip down and gliding it along your cunt. You grasp the back of his head, chest clutching, muscles knotted. Are you ready for this?

It doesn't matter. He isn't stopping and you can't make him. His hand snakes down as he guides himself along your folds, wetting himself as he groans into the crook of your neck. He pushes against you, your body resisting his intrusion.

You hook your other arm around his neck, hugging him as he rocks, working against the invisible barrier. He eases inside, stretching you around his swollen tip as you whine and whimper. Your eyes prick with tears as ripples sear through you.

He wiggles his hips, patiently tilting until he slides a bit further. You gasp and push your head back, your arm looping tighter around his neck as you clutch his arm with your other hand. He breathes against your skin as he thrusts carefully, each time a little further.

“Mmm,” he purrs, “pet, you're so good…” his teeth pinch you again, “how could I not want this.”

He delves in even deeper and you exclaim. A heavy pain fills you as he overrides the last of your resistance. You dig your nails into his firm muscle as his hand slips beneath your ass, lifting your pelvis against him.

He sinks to his limit and your tears flow over. Through the agony, the spark remains, burning hot through your core. He unhooks his other arm from beneath you and stretches his hand across your neck, his fingers closing around your throat as he pushes his lips to your cheek.

He rolls his hips as you whimper. You gnash your teeth and you flutter your lashes against the swell of pain. Slowly it recedes and once more you plunge into the raging tides. 

The bed moves with him, scraping on the floor as he ruts hard and faster. He puffs against your cheek, gristly whispers wafting into your ear, “pet… so delicious… mine…”

He squeezes your neck tighter as he picks up his motion. The friction of his pelvis strikes heat in your clit, burning hotter and hotter with his tempo. You wheeze above his grip and whine, spasming through another climax.

“Say it,” he snarls.

You obey, “Loki.”

“Louder,” he demands, pounding you into the bed, his body flush to yours, sweaty skin sticking together.

“Loki!” You bluster.

“Pet,” he growls as he buries himself in you over and over. “Do you feel… how much I want you?”

You moan and bite your lip, quivering in the dregs of your orgasm.

“Do you?” He rasps. 

“Y-yes,” you babble.

He grunts and tears his hand from your throat. He brings both arms beneath you, hooking his fingers around your shoulders as he hangs his head down next to yours. He rams into you with all his strength, fucking you so you bounce against the bed.

Again, the pressure aches in you. It doesn't take much for it to snap again. You drone madly as pleasure flows from you. Loki drives harder and harder until you think you might break.

He growls and grunts, whipping his hair behind his head as he lifts himself. He slides out of you, your insides twitching, and slides his length along your tender lips, rubbing himself against your cunt as he tenses and shakes.

He cums with a gritty series of groans  spilling hotly onto your pelvis and stomach, spreading the mess with his slowing motion. He drops his head and puffs. Dazed and drained, you reach to touch his shining stands. He flinches and raises his head, looking down at you with fiery hunger in his eyes.

He angles himself back and eases down, slipping inside of you once more. You squeal, oversensitive and worn out. He shudders and lifts you, sitting on his heels as he brings you onto his lap. 

“Pet,” he utters, his tone agonized, “you will never leave me.”

He covers your mouth with his, swallowing down your shallow breaths as he rock you atop him. He trembles as he does, small whimpers spilling into you. But he doesn't stop. It's as if he means to consume you entirely.

You melt into his kiss and his embrace. You don't have the strength to deny him, you don't even have the energy to think. The world beyond your bodies is fuzzy and insignificant. 

✨

The afternoon wears on in shades of blue. You lay beneath Loki’s arm as he dozes beside you. He needs the sleep so you let him be, happy to see him rest.

As you lay trapped, you grow restless. You shift from his grasp, gently leading his arm over the pillow. You get up, careful not to jostle too much, and retreat to the bathroom.

You relieve the pressure in you and sigh up at the ceiling. You rinse yourself and stand gingerly, thighs pulsing as they meet. You limp to the mirror and wince at your reflection.

You forgot it all. The tree cracking cartilage, the stain of dirt and blood, the unheard pleas. You grip the counter and hunch over the sink.

And what is so different now? Loki didn't want to hear you so he took. He took exactly what you promised but is it any better?

You feel sick and dizzy. It's just the concussion. It's the whirlwind of it all. You can't think straight. 

You wanted it too, didn't you? You begged for more. You moaned in delight. You even came you don't know how many times.

So why does it feel so… strange?

You close your eyes and turn on the facet. You dab water around your face, trying not to wet the bandages, and centre yourself. There isn't much of a centre to be found. You are more lost than ever before.

He wants you, but do you want this? Do you even know what this is? It's all foggy and he refuses to wipe the glass clean.

You shut off the water and raise your head. Your eyes widen as you notice the figure behind your reflection. Loki stands in the doorway, his face unreadable.

“I thought you'd wandered off,” his voice is brittle as he approaches.

You shake your head and dry your hands, hanging the cloth back on it's hook. Before you can face him, he has you penned against the counter. He reaches to your chin and turns your head straight.

“Do you understand now, pet?” He lays a kiss on your crown, his eyes alight as he watches you ib the mirror.

“No,” you whisper and clear the frog from your throat, “I don't understand. Loki…” you shudder and stop his hand as it rests on your hip, “we need to talk about what happened.”

“We… did we not enjoy ourselves?” He asks with an arch in his brow, his other arm snaking around you.

“Not that,” you try futilely to escape him, “about Walpurgisnacht–”

He hushes you and tuts as he pushes you against the counter, “it's over now. Behind us. Let's not worry–”

“Loki,” you twist around and press your hands to his chest, “Thor–”

“Don't say his name,” he recoils and wags a finger at you, “ever. Not to me.”

“He–”

“Enough,” he snaps.

“I just want to move past it–”

“I am past it,” he insists, “it's as simple as that. Walpurgisnacht is over, this a new beginning. For us. Just us.”

“I… know, but–”

“But?” He sneers. “We are home. We are here. They will not bother us here. I will be certain of it.”

“Them? Loki? What does that mean? Frigga? Odin?”

He scoffs and waves his hand dismissively, “I told you this conversation is over.”

He spins on his heel and marches out. You gulp and follow him as he disappears into the bedroom. He snatches his robe from where it hand by the closet and continues to the door. You scurry to catch him but the door closes before you can reach him.

You feel the lock slide into place and throw your fists against the door, “Loki!”

[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: Avengers #281: BY GODS BETRAYED!

July, 1987

SHE-HULK wild in the streets!

Wasn’t Namor wild in the streets recently? Stop being so wild in the streets and sheets, the Avengers.

At least be unruly in the boulevards or unmanageable in the avenues.

Also, c’mon, even if she’s being wild in the streets, is that a good reason to pile on She-Hulk? Cut her some slack and let her smoosh Black Knight, a little. As a treat.

Anyway.

Last times on Avengers: The Masters of Evil had happened. Avengers Mansion got wrecked and the Avengers roster got shaken up in the fallout. Wasp quit her chairmanship of the team, to go on vacation, and Captain Marvel was voted new chairperson. Hercules was beaten into a coma and then kidnapped from the hospital. For showing up to the fight against the Masters and then hanging around after, Dr Druid became a member of the team. Also, Thor and She-Hulk rejoined.

But now, the Avengers are investigating Hercules’ godnapping from the hospital.

Black Knight uses a science device (he IS the team scientist now) to scan for any radiation, ion trails, or miscellaneous that the kidnapper may have left.

Despite being so big that She-Hulk has to lug it around, SCIENCE finds nothing.

Dr Druid’s psychic mind brain can’t find any psychic traces either, indicating that the godnapper somehow erased all evidence of his presence in the hospital.

Captains America and Marvel interview the nurses but nobody saw anything directly.

Nurse Richards only saw a glimpse of a man on a video monitor but it looked like he was a big dude in a cape with a winged hat.

A BIG DUDE IN A CAPE JUST LIKE THOR

THOR’ACCUSE!

(I know that’s grammatically wrong)

Of course, Captain America jumps to Thor’s defense saying hey Thor is a trusted Avenger, he wouldn’t do it, and plus Thor has an alibi.

And Thor says he wouldn’t do it because Hercules is a long term friend of his. I’d say vitriolic buds. Punch pals.

(Thor’s best defense is that if he was the one who kidnapped Hercules, the title wouldn’t make much sense.)

But while Thor tries to defend himself he spots something out the window and makes the very reasonable decision to leap THROUGH the window to give chase.

Captain Marvel nyooms after him and finds Thor in the park across the street from the hospital, beating the crap out of a tree and calling it a scoundrel.

So I see we’re supposed to wonder if Thor has gone mad.

But he tells Monica that he wasn’t aiming for the tree but frustrated thinks to himself that his foe couldn’t be seen by human eyes.

The rest of the Avengers show up and Cap(tain America) tries to get Thor to explain wazzup.

Captain America: “What’s up, Thor? You lit out of that room, as if you’d seen your worst enemy -- !”

Thor: “My worst foeman, Cap? No... but you may not be far from wrong. I suspect I know who stole away with the hapless Hercules!”

And then he flies away, saying where he goes NONE MAY FOLLOW!

But not in the usual This Is Something He Has To Do Himself but more like god business and he’s the only god on hand so this is something he has to do himself.

Either way, the Caps are nonplussed at how Thor is acting and Captain Marvel flies after Thor again to get him to account for himself.

Captain Marvel: “I don’t care if Thor is a founding member of the Avengers, that’s no excuse for taking team matters into his own hands. If he knows something about Hercules, I want to know, too! This isn’t the only thing Thor’s held back from us. He hasn’t said much about that new suit of armor he’s been wearing the last few weeks... but it seems to be shielding a recent injury!

Hey, fair enough on the Hercules thing but you’re not his health care provider, Monica.

Monica does catch up with Thor because she can fly the actual literal speed of light and I think Thor can’t. But when she insists that he let the Avengers help with whatever happened to Hercules, he just repeats that this is god biz.

And when she says the Avengers helped with that whole Surtur fire demon thing, Thor just says different matter entirely and portals away.

Thor: “You must trust me, Marvel! I shall either return with Hercules... or NOT AT ALL!”

Annoyed at all this, because all of this running off on his own is what Hercules did shortly before getting beaten into a coma, Monica Marvel returns to the Avengers.

Dr Druid becomes concerned at the public attention the Avengers are drawing, considering it bad form, and without discussion uses his MIND POWERS so everyone passing by will see the Avengers as just some regular hanging out friends.

She-Hulk disguised as Perfectly Normal Citizen is still like seven feet tall but nobody pays it no mind.

Anyway, Cap(tain America) speculates that Loki is behind this! Because Thor is weird about Loki and would probably definitely feel like its a matter he has to take care of himself.

Dr Druid suggests that hey, lets consider the possibility that Thor did kidnap Hercules!

Cap(tain America): ‘how dare’

But Dr Druid continues okay Thor is a fine, upstanding Avenger but what if he was put under mind control or some spell?

... Which. Look. Its a rare hero that can say they’ve never had that happen to them.

And Enchantress is in Thor’s social circle and most of what she does is put people under spells.

She-Hulk gets bored of this discussion and gets a cherry Italian ice from a street italian ice vendor.

But she finishes it off and gets super annoyed that everyone is still talking.

She-Hulk: “Hrrmph! All this talk solves nothing! We need action, not words! We need to... to... to strike out... at our enemies!”

Driven to a rage by the inaction of her friends, She-Hulk starts rampaging!

Although given the Italian ice merchant is shown smirking around the corner from the action, maybe its a brain freeze instead.

Or an evil scheme.

Captain Marvel tries to talk She-Hulk down but realizes that she(-hulk) has glazed eyes and has probably been drugged.

Gasp! And if you can’t trust Italian ice distributors can you trust anyone anymore?

Anyway, Captain Marvel turns into multiple gigvolts worth of lightning and shocks She-Hulk hard enough that it melts the lamppost she was swinging around.

But hulks are sterner stuff than lampposts and keeps ripping the street apart.

Dr Druid realizes that there’s SUPERNATURAL CAUSES behind She-Hulk’s rampage and the source will have to be found to resolve this situation.

So its drugged Italian ice but also supernatural?

What supernatural force would act through drugged Italian ice? A yuki-onna?

Because that’d be fun.

Meanwhile, Thor has arrived at the location of the culprit of the treesmackening.

OLYMPUS

And the person he was chasing that couldn’t be seen by the Avengers? HERMES!

Oh, because he was moving too fast. Alright, it checks out.

Even though Olympus seems quiet, too quiet, with none of the random gods one might expect to be milling about and getting drunk, Thor does find and grab Hermes and start yelling at him.

Thor: “This way, Prince of Thieves! What know you of the abduction of Hercules? SPEAK!”

Hermes: “I... I was the one who spirited him from the mortals’ place of healing!”

Hey, this also checks out!

Hermes has a wing’d hat and is wearing a cape. In silhouette, one could mistake him for Thor. Okay, that clears up the Thor’ccuse.

But for why, Hermes?

Thor doesn’t get an answer for that because instead of answers he gets Hephaestus trying to coldcock him from behind.

Although, is this even a mystery anymore?

Hercules is beaten into a coma and then kidnapped from the hospital to Olympus? Where his family is?

I just assume that the Olympians figured they had better medicine than the best paid mortal doctors.

Which doesn’t explain why Hephaestus grimly says that because Thor got in Hermes’ way, he’s got to have the shit beaten out of him.

Or why Hermes was hanging around the hospital after presumably already taking Hercules to Olympus.

Or, for that matter, why Hermes laments to himself that he has orders to ensure the Avengers are defeated.

Back at the fight, Captain Marvel has managed to knock She-Hulk on her ass by hitting her with YET MORE ELECTRICITY. “Enough juice to light up Shreveport” if that means anything to you as a measurement.

But She-Hulk struggles to get up, still driven to MURDER by the cherry Italian ice so Captain Marvel tells Dr Druid to do his thing. His mind thing. His psychic thing.

Dr Druid: “Let my will strengthen your will. You can reject the madness, you must reject it! An unearthly agent has clouded your mind... we must totally dispel it!”

But the Italian ice vendor don’t like that or that Dr Druid might help She-Hulk overcome the ELIXIR OF FRENZY!

So Italian ice vendor man uses his cherry influence to make She-Hulk lash out at Dr Druid, who narrowly dodges a punch that would have smashed his pumpkin.

Captain America jumps in to keep She-Hulk busy so the squishy wizard can retreat to a safe distance.

Italian ice salesman is loving this, by the way. And thinks “If nothing else, Hercules’ misfortune has given me more opportunities for amusement than I’ve had in centuries!”

Black Knight has actually noticed that there’s this dude hanging around and smirking at all this hero drama. And since every other bystander has obviously run away from a rampaging (she)-Hulk, dude is suspicious.

He even correctly guesses that the Italian ice was drugged and that’s why She-Hulk is going nuts.

Which the vendor just instantly cops to and then throws Black Knight like ten feet.

Black Knight is able to turn the tumble into a jump kick against She-Hulk to help Cap(tain America) and Captain Marvel blasts the Italian ice vendor after Dr Druid notes how weird it is that this dude sent Black Knight flying so easily.

AND DUN DUN DUN its... a dude with a laurel wreath and... okay look its Dionysus. Elixir of frenzy? Probably boozeahol.

So is Olympus empty because all the gods moved to Earth to get jobs?

Good for them.

I think Hera should get a job as an agony aunt. I don’t know that she’d be good at it but it’d be interesting.

Anyway.

She-Hulk gains her wits, although feels a bit of a hangover? type after effect. Because, c’mon, Dionysus. Its boozeahol.

But then Hermes arrives back at the A-plot from the B-plot, bowling over the Avengers and rushing away before they can even see more than a blur.

(Humorously, some bystanders just see a blur with a cape and a wing’d hat and assume like the nurse that Thor is Up To No Good. Why is your PR so bad lately, Thor?)

To Hermes’ surprise though, he finds Monica Rambeau Captain Marvel waiting for him when he stops at a rooftop.

God of speed has nothing on the speed of light.

CHOOM.

Meanwhile, Thor is having trouble with Hephaestus.

Not that Hephaestus is really known for being a beefy combat boy. I mean, Thor does call him mighty but the primary thing here is Thor is fighting at a handicap due to Hela’s no-healing curse.

But he manages to hit Hephaestus in the leg and shatter his boot.

Hephaestus complains that the boot was a mobility aid for his crippled leg and Thor tries to apologize and sympathize due to his own current state.

But Hephaestus just cheap shots him in the ribs.

Then while Thor is vowing to persevere, a shadowy figure cold cocks him and knocks him unconscious.

Hephaestus tries to say that doing that was unnecessary and honorless because Hephaestus had Thor disabled by the rib shot but the shadowy figure is like ‘eh’ and “all that matters is the downfall of the AVENGERS!”

Geez, Olympus is really pissed off at the Avengers. One presumes over the Hercules thing.

Anyway, back on the rooftop where Captain Marvel CHOOM’d Hermes, he admires her as unlike any mortal he’s ever seen, a worthy opponent, but shame she has to die.

Then a gold-colored silver arrow passes through Captain Marvel’s light form and almost instantly knocks her out from the agony.

Hi, Artemis!

Cheap shot.

The Olympians really seem to be the master of cheap shots in this issue.

Also, neat, the arrow comes back.

I didn’t know that Artemis could shoot light beams but her arrows are apparently Super Effective on women so maybe Monica just ran afoul of type advantage.

Meanwhile, on the streets below, Dr Druid is examining the unconscious body of Dionysus. Despite having a party bod, he’s also hard as nails. Because, I guess, those divine stat boosts.

Anyway, Dionysus was just playing possum and jumps up to choke Dr Druid unconscious, laughing all the time because he is the party boy and he’s having a great time.

She-Hulk punches him off Dr Druid but Dionysus just bounces back to his feet.

Then he pulls out a really potent drink and uses the fumes to knock her out.

Hm. Not the best day for the Avengers or for She-Hulk specifically.

Later, the team regains consciousness on OLYMPUS. Heavy bonds keep them bent like supplicants.

The four gods that the Avengers fought (Hermes, Artemis, Dionysus, and Hephaestus) are revealed to be working with Ares.

Thor goes off, saying OH HE SUSPECTED THAT ARES WAS BEHIND EVERYTHING! What a constant dick you are, Ares. Always with the evil schemes!

But this time, Ares is being a good boy and dutiful son.

He was working at the behest of...

ZEUS!

AND HE IS VERY ANGRY THAT THE AVENGERS LET HERCULES GET HIMSELF HURT!

So mad. So very mad.

As they say, those who the gods want to destroy, first they get really mad at.

But dude. The people responsible for Hercules’ condition are 1) the Masters of Evil and 2) Hercules.

You couldn’t bring the (surviving) Masters of Evil up here? Make the Avengers have to teeth-gritted team up with them to try to get out of this?

Boo, Zeus.

Boo.

Follow @essential-avengers​ and you too can boo Zeus. Like and reblogging won’t boo Zeus but will make me feel appreciated.

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#5

A bucky one where the reader is mad at him and starts punching his chest (but like it doesn't hurt him because like... he's bucky) and he just lets her until she breaks down crying and he just hugs her and lets her cry

Thank you for sending this in! I’m sorry this is kinda short and it’s not great but I tried, and I really loved the idea bestie. This is probably not at all what you were expecting, but I kinda have always wanted to show that dating Bucky would be a bit of a bumpy road and this was a good opportunity to do so. Also Bucky’s behavior in this was lightly inspired by Rue from Euphoria, so if you recognize a particular line, that’s where it came from ;).

To Touch A Flame

Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

Warnings: language, blood mention, TFATWS!Bucky, Bucky’s poor mental health, anger issues, a kinda mean Bucky, angst??, self loathing, I feel like this is kinda cheesy?

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You loved Bucky, truly, with your whole heart, and you loved wearing the title of his ‘best girl’. You loved spending all your time with him, and sharing your space. You loved cuddling, laughing together, the sweet moments of intimacy, knowing his heart better than anyone. You really did.

However, not every day was sunshine and rainbows. Some days were cloudy, some had a bit of rain, but you managed to find solace and protection in one another. The hurricanes weren’t that simple, there was no comfort or shelter, only a divide. Those storms that plowed through the two of you, destroying everything in their path. It was nothing you couldn’t handle, it took a process of rebuilding, each time your relationship was stronger.

Sometimes Bucky’s mind got a bit too dark, it crossed the threshold of how much pain, how much disorientation, he could take. When it got that bad it left him either paralyzed by his troubles, drowning in them. Or it took over, causing him to act in ways that he never truly meant, to do things that he’d regret later. He’d lose sight of himself in those moments, he’d lash out.

You’d woken up that early morning to a crash, startled from the noise alone but even more so to see empty sheets and no body next to you.

You found him in the bathroom, gripping the glass covered sink furiously while blood dripped from his hand. His face was flushed red, jaw clenched firmly, and you thought maybe you’d seen a wet trail on his cheek. His chest racked with heavy breaths and his arms slightly trembled.

You didn’t know how long he’d been up, how long he’d been suffering the torture of his own mind that morning, but you knew it had to have been bad. The mirror previously mounted on your wall had fallen and was titled against the sliver spout of the sink. Glass shards were scattered everywhere. There were some tiny pieces in Bucky’s knuckles and two glassless holes were found on the surface of the mirror.

With your lips pressed in a tight line, you placed your hands on his shoulder cautiously. “Hey, let’s get you cleaned up, bud.” You whispered gently.

Without lifting his head up to look at you, he jerked his shoulder away.

“Buck, it’s alright.” You cooed sympathetically. “I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to, but I wanna help. I think we should at least go back in the bedroom so you don’t cut yourself anymore.”

“Fuck off.” Bucky growled so lowly it was difficult to understand him. He still hadn’t met your gaze, you watched as his breathes speed up and became more shallow.

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#4

I genuinely don’t get the all the “criticism” for Love and Thunder. To me, it was absolutely everything I could’ve asked for and more. It was well written, both in plot and character arcs. It was funny, emotional, heart warming and breaking, and also a bit scary at times. It had so many layers but it was still so FUN. Visually stunning and attention grabbing. It gave representation that didn’t feel forced or like it was a “hey we’re diverse” card, it just felt natural and in character. It carried its own story beautifully while setting up greatness for the future of the mcu (spoiler: imo I think big potential for Love being a young avenger member). There’s just so much nitpicking I could do in praise but I’m being general right now. In my personal opinion, it’s flawless and my new favorite marvel movie. I know everyone has different opinions and tastes, so some might have some dislikes. However, I think this movie was objectively good and enjoyable overall. And Taikia (as well as the writers) did a great job catering to all sides of the mcu audience, pleasing all the different kinds of fans (like the ‘dude bros’ but also us tumblrinas). I just- it’s so amazing to me

1,201 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

#3

Aching

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: After Reader gives Bucky a massage, he realizes how much he likes her touch. // Or a friends to lovers story.

A/N - I’ve been working on this for like 3 months now lmao. This is wayyyy different than I originally sat out for it to be but that’s okay. I’m really proud of it and absolutely love it and I hope you guys do too. It’s really just a fluffy lil love story.

Warnings: language, sexual references, Bucky’s shoulder and phantom pain, touch starved Bucky, grumpy Bucky, but he has a soft spot for reader, some PTSD stuff, Bucky’s also anxious, and he’s dumb and doesn’t realize reader loves him too, teasing, drinking, takes place during and after TFATWS

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It all started with his shoulder. Because of course it would. Of course, amongst all the other shitty cards life dealt Bucky, chronic pain had to be in the deck. Unexpectedly, shoulder pain was apparently the rain that preceded a rainbow.

It felt like hell decided to take home there. An overall soreness, a dragging weight that felt like a boulder sat in his skin, along with an pricking sensation that was comparable to a hundred needles driving into his non-existent arm; which was a feeling he still couldn’t wrap his head around.

His spine felt twisted, convoluted by the 65 pounds of metal it upheld. He felt as if all the damn muscles in his back and neck were on the verge of giving out. This oh so common feeling resulted in a bad day. Bucky cursed the goddamn universe for giving him this daily predicament when painkillers were ineffective on him.

Also, the pain wasn’t ideal to endure in the midst of the chaos he’d gotten himself into. Between the flagsmashers and doing anything, any work he could to get a lead; Zemo being an conniving instigator, always trying to prod at Bucky’s head or give some kind of twisted sentiment to purposely offend someone; amongst many other undesirable circumstances from the past few weeks that he’d been repressing, Bucky’s threshold for irritation had been passed. He was just glad to finally take a seat and possibly bring his pain to a minimum.

You trotted into the open room, your attention falling upon the large figure slouched into the couch cushions. Your attention was on him most of the time anyways but your curiosity peaked at this particular moment.

Bucky wilted into the sofa, head flung backwards, eyes tightened shut and lips pursed into a thin line. His position looked like a poor attempt at alleviating discomfort. You could practically feel this stiffness of his body from where you where standing, as if he was the epitome of rigidity.

Bucky was utterly still besides the frequent expansion and collapse of his chest and the flaring of his nostrils each time air passed through. You watched his brows crease as he attempted to shift a bit, he shook his arm and rolled it in the air before letting it plop down on his stomach.

After your observation, you plodded past him, making a detour from your original route into the kitchen instead. You rustled through the cabinets to find what you needed, or more so what you thought would possibly cheer your friend up a bit.

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3,418 notes - Posted March 21, 2022

#2

I love that Love and Thunder completely ignored toxic masculinity and acknowledged that Thor was dealing with some really heavy shit and that it’s okay for men to admit to/release their emotions, that it’s okay for them to be broken and lost because anyone would feel that. Just one of the reasons this movie was an absolute gem.

10,485 notes - Posted July 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The reason the new Batman is so good is bc it definitely was not made for the regular male super hero loving audience. It was made for the girls and the gays and especially the bi’s

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[buckys-arm-and-rios-dagger]

I still think about this. (I'm gonna bullet point this out so it isn't just a fuckin Wall of Text)

Even coming from the standpoint of someone who like. Kinda ships Stucky but knew marvel wasn't gonna make it canon, it didn't make any sense story-wise.

I've seen people defend it as "Tony did this one selfless thing whereas Steve did his one selfish thing"

a sentiment I disagree with for like a gazillion reasons first and foremost being I'm no Tony Stark Apologist, hell I don't even like him really, but like. Pretty sure grabbing a nuke and flying it through a wormhole with the knowledge he's probably gonna die is p selfless like Tony having a conscience isn't anything new. He was insufferable yeah but like. By the time Endgame rolls around Tony doing something selfless isn't the #deep moment everyone seems to think it is because like yeah. We know.

And don't get me STARTED on Steve, a character I actually do/did like),

But even then it doesn't feel justified because like. It doesn't feel selfish, it just feels outright cruel??

Like 3(?) Movies ago we see Bucky telling Steve "I don't know if I'm worth all of this" in regards to Civil War. To which Steve's response implies that he DEFINITELY thinks he is.

Not to mention like. Steve searched for him for 2 years after the events of Winter Soldier, and never stopped believing he could be saved after he first saw Bucky again on the bridge in TWS

So like

To have him leave after all that just feels so unnecessarily mean?

It just kinda feels like Steve thought he was worthy of being saved but not worthy of receiving any sort of help recovering and that's deeply fucked

((also like this may just be me projecting a lil but as something with mental illness and a deeply rooted fear of abandonment I can't even imagine how it would feel to watch someone who claimed to care about you, broke the law for you MULTIPLE times, and was generally just like the only person who thought you were even capable/worthy of being saved fully abandon you just as you're getting back to trying to finding who you are and put yourself back together would feel like Jesus))

Especially with how Marvel treats Bucky specifically post-Endgame it just feels like they're incapable of letting him have anything

Like the MCU has a real bad history with how they treat their mentally ill characters (Natasha, Thor in EG, etc.), but Bucky seems to be their favorite punching bag as of late?

I dunno just the fact that his pardon comes with conditions, that everyone in world sans like Sam seems to think he's a threat who's gonna snap and murder and hurt people again, when literally the only time he's ever harmed anyone was when he was tortured and brainwashed (or defending himself in the case of CW, and IW/EG but like everyone was harming everyone and the everyone was aliens so), his best friend left him behind, his therapist is... Not Good (I've been told that's pretty accurate to how therapy goes when you're a Vet and I'm not qualified to comment on that but still), he really has no one except Sam when they make up later in the series, but still no one seems to understand that he was a victim too.

ALSO RE: STEVE'S DECISION AND SAM

Putting Bucky aside for one (1) second, he also fucked Sam over here too.

We know Steve didn't even tell Sam he was leaving before he did what he did because of the way Sam reacts when he missed his jump point, and then Bucky all but confirms it in TFATWS when he talks about how "when Steve told him what he was gonna do neither of them really thought about what carrying the shield would mean for a black man" or something to that effect.

I don't think it's really my place to comment on that as a whole, but I dunno, leaving one of your best friends to worry about your safety when you're out there doing something with science that is confirmed to be pretty volatile (see the Ant-Man/Hulk time travel scene) and then dropping your 80+ year legacy into his lap and being like "here you go bud best of luck to ya'" without even any consideration about whether or not that's even something he WANTS seems pretty fucked up to me

To clarify this is NOT me saying Sam shouldn't have been picked/I'm anti-SamCap etc., I LOVE him as Captain America and I think he'll be great, I'm just saying the circumstances under which he became Cap are kinda fucked when you think about it

(also I ADORE Bucky and I get why he was mad in the begining of FATWS but also like. Also kinda fucked imo)

Anyways Steve's ending was bad and I'm upset end rant

Avengers Endgame: A Lack of Closure at the End of the Line by Rotem Rusak for Bam Smack Pow

YEAH I STILL THINK ABOUT THIS.

[the-firebird69]

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And question who they really are. Some of the women too. And it's going around they are not Mac and Ben so it seems. True doesn't seem like them

Warrants issued today for the security ppl. Are going to be arrested yes by John remillard and Tommy f yeh are the psuedo empire

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Now we see it they cringe but don't care...hey we're doing...your shit pal. Out soon. Home. Your tortured go elsewhere I show you torture Mac daddy.

I see it Trump up for it shit ok damnit then burned whole no as a monster. I get it. We suck they do. You move in a bit. But shit I think you age...I see know about it. We use it then the surly Frank rude haha he laughs to what obstruct the shipping cart for a few more seconds get your heads nailed to a bill board lol your nuts Mac

I do see it they hit us for it so

My point you need it ok all of you work best on half a quart

Our son days

Hope you didn't eat the Chinese food ok COVID experts

And they balk ok. We see.. haha will

We do know what it is. Shortly they yell and stuff lol

We hit them too

Thor Freya

What did we take Mac so we can

Zues Hera

Yours took land.

Mac daddy

We take more on your insistence but geeze where

Zues Hera

We know where shall

Thor Freya

I hear it. Nope. It's aweful we provolk them ok alone w them shit this blows we're wrong

Mac daddy

All the way on the other side and in Saturn ok mean stuff shit.

The cold of space no this isn't right

Of course not it's your John remillard made up stuff to stick half your brain in a tailpipe as is done to morons who ask for it copper who wants beer

He sees me we're dumb shit ok can't help it mom couldn't left to Tommy dick. Good we see

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