#v. marvel.

[drekkavac]

・  ─   𝖢𝖮𝖫𝖳𝖮𝖭.      finally  kissing  the  person  you’ve  been  pining  for  .

⋯  ・  ─  ☆  Their  lips  meet  in  that  kiss  ,  &  they  can  get  a  clear  picture  of  just  how  long  he's  waited  for  this.   It's  a  foreign  feeling  to  her  ,  likely  forever  would.   The  need  for  connection  for  the  former  assassin  was  always  𝗗𝗜𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧  for  them  compared  to  others.   Connection  was  a  nuanced  ,  convoluted  word  ,  that  couldn't  be  easily  explained  to  them.   So  instead  …  Left  to  remain  a  𝗠𝗬𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗢𝗨𝗦  thing  to  ponder.   Love  was  felt.   How  could  it  not.   But  loving  Anya  was  so  often  like  loving  a  reptile.   That  love  looked  different  for  them.

❝  Nice  t'know  you  missed  me.  ❞     They  tease  once  lips  part  &  they  could  look  at  @sonoftheshield.    ❝  Glad  t'see  you  didn't  go  too  crazy  while  I  was  gone.  ❞

[drekkavac]

Steve  wasn't  the  𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓  driver  ,  but  they  were  what  they  had  at  the  moment  ,  &  Bucky  needed  to  be  with  Anya  in  the  back  with  his  daughter.  His  daughter  ,  who  was  currently  trying  𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘  to  hang  onto  that  promise  that  he  had  given  them.  That  they  weren't  going  to  die. 

That  was  mostly  because  in  that  moment  …  It  seemed  like  the  𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘  outcome  …  was  going  to  be  them  dying  a  very  unpleasant  death.  Anya  had  always  thought  it  would  be  a  little  more  𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃  than  this  ,  but  beggars  couldn't  really  be  choosers.  Though  they'd  settle  for  no  death  at  all.

Shivering  from  the  𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  ,  they  nodded  when  he  confirmed  that  they  weren't  going  to  be  dying  ,  &  did  their  best  to  try  &  relax  ,  despite  the  𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄  as  Steve  quickly  got  them  on  route  once  again  to  safety.  Unaware  that  HYDRA  seemed  to  be  taking  on  the  tactic  of  taking  them  out  𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐘  ,  one  by  one.

❝  I  hope  you're  right  ..  ❞   They  muttered  ,  swallowing  down  the  𝐍𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃  feeling  they  felt  trying  to  sneak  it's  way  out.  Their  eyes  closed  for  a  moment  ,  before  forcing  them  open  again  ,  &  looked  back  to  Bucky.   ❝  Cause  right  now  …  I  feel  like  CRAP.  ❞

@vintertsarn.

@drekkavac

Bucky felt like he was experiencing the entire world around him from UNDERWATER.

His hearing was muffled by the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears, his vision was blurred, both from unshed tears and the sheer magnitude of the STRESS he was feeling...and he still had to persist through it all so that he could actually be of any real USE in the mission to save Anya's life.

He had grabbed the blanket that Steve had tossed his way and while they set to getting the HELL OUT OF THERE, Bucky kept his focus on his child. He was working in quick movements that were almost registered as autopilot for him, checking on their pulse and making sure that her breathing didn't STOP.

Beneath the surface of his panic and despair, Bucky had processed that Anya had been muttering names as he had ran with them in his arms. Names that he wasn't even entirely sure that she would KNOW any longer at one time. Now, as he ran through the checks for their vitals, he could hear the recognition interlaced with the PAIN AND FEAR.

Forcing a legitimate breath through his nose and exhaling so that he had enough oxygen to speak, Bucky put forth his BEST EFFORTS to reassure her. The smile that he wore was quivering, but he couldn't stop that from happening.

"No..." He shook his head with a quiet adamancy, before he moved to gently sweep away some of their hair that had stuck to their forehead. Bucky checked on her fever once more with the back of his hand as subtly as he could. Had they gotten even WARMER? No, that couldn't be POSSIBLE...

"No, you're not gonna die, babygirl, I PROMISE..." He had caught sight of Jamie out of his peripheral and his son was handing over a cold compress that he had activated to utilize in helping Anya. Bucky took the compress and nodded slightly in thanks before moving to gently lift Anya's head just enough so that he could place the cold compress at the back of her neck and laid her head back down after that with care.

"You're gonna be okay..."

[spidefox]

Suddenly, billiards obsession

[jazzmasternot]

Thanks @hazelfoureyes for suggesting I make banners of these working on stickers and pens possibly bc I really like that idea!

Reblog with your occupation and I’ll make you a banner aswell

[supercap2319]

Soldier Boy's smile is a wicked grin, his voice rough and dirty as he speaks. "Now, that's what I like to see. Two pretty boys making out with my dick... you're gonna be perfect for my fucked up world, aren't ya?" He looks down at Y/N and Peter. Both of them pay lavish attention on every inch of Soldier Boy's cock, hands moving in unison as they each pleasure a different part of his shaft. Their tongues flick over the sensitive head, then suckle on his balls, worshipping his masculinity.

"Fuck, that's good..." Soldier Boy groans out, his voice rough and low as he watches the both of them eagerly suck him off. "You both love my cock, don't you? You two little whores... make me cum..."

Y/N and Peter nod, moaning like bitches in heat as they pleasure Soldier Boy.

[drekkavac]

They  never  thought  they  would  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  make  it  to  that  happily  every  after  that  so  many  people  took  for  granted.   Even  if  they  remained  out  of  the  clutches  of  their  captors  ,  they  always  thought  they  would  live  their  entire  lives  feeling  like  they  were  𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆  something  that  everyone  else  around  them  had.   Someone  to  love.   In  whatever  form  that  took.   A  simple  desire.   Something  so  simple  …  It  often  times  seemed  like  a  𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍.   Not  always  ,  &  always  something  Anya  was  too  afraid  to  want  until  Marcus  had  come  along.

❝  Hopefully  we  can  at  least  hold  them  off  long  enough  to  make  a  quick  getaway.  ❞   They  joked.   Though  being  quick  was  going  to  be  𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄  compared  to  how  quick  they  normally  were.   Still  faster  than  most  ,  but  pain  when  you  breathed  hurt  no  matter  how  enhanced  you  were.   Anya  had  just  learned  to  𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐄  the  pain  for  the  most  part.   ❝  Hopefully  the  currently  broken  ribs  can  still  join  us  on  said  vacation.  ❞   Another  joke.   A  dark  one.   That  was  the  usual  for  Anya.   They  were  never  good  at  jokes  ,  always  relying  on  the  only  thing  they  had  experience  with.   The  dark  stuff.

a  soft  chuckle  would  come  from  marcus's  pursed  lips.  something  about  anya  made  him  feel  warm,  safe  &  comfortable.  he  cared  about  her.  TRULY.  his  callused  hands  gently  caressed  her  hands  as  he  sat  next  to  her  on  the  bed,  his  brown  hues  looking  into  hers.  "  anywhere  nice?  south  of  france?  venice?  or  somewhere  we  can  not  get  into  trouble..  "

"  ah,  like  they  would  never  notice  us  not  answering..  we  work  on  our  own  terms..  "  that  bright  smile  that  often  remained  hidden  -  only  reserved  for  a  select  few  people  that  he  could  trust;  HIS  FAMILY  &  ANYA.  "  just  us.  a  nice  vacation,  no  broken  ribs;  no  bullets.  just  us  having  a  breath  of  fresh  air  for  once.  "

[upon-the-snow]

a crossover absolutely nobody asked for!

[marvelsgirl616]

☺️🪷

[fio-art]

Dante for color wheel challenge

[drekkavac]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋  .   ─   still  accepting  .

❝  Okay  ,  so  I  know  I'm  all  about  not  TOUCHING  anything  in  my  apartment  .  ❞   They're  setting  up  for  something  .   Pulling  him  in  by  the  hand  into  her  Brooklyn  apartment  for  another  sleepover  .   They've  grown  ,  now  Anya's  comfortable  with  him  actually  staying  the  night  .   Something  that  always  takes  𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  to  get  to  .   But  with  @renownedagent  Marcus  it  was  …  Easy  .    ❝  But  you've  been  staying  the  night  a  lot  lately  &  my  dad  &  I  still  wanna  do  our  traditional  runs  so  ..  ❞    As  they  reach  her  room  ,  Anya  pulls  him  to  the  wardrobe  ,  pulling  the  door  open  with  their  other  hand  to  reveal  a  bare  section  of  the  wardrobe  .   ❝  Now  you  have  a  space  for  your  stuff  .  ❞    They  had  gotten  the  advice  from  their  DAD  actually  .   Asking  when  the  guy  was  moving  in  .   They  weren't  ready  for  that  …  But  it  had  got  them  thinking  .    ❝  Only  if  you  want  of  course  .   Totally  up  to  you  .  ❞

[nex-has-gender-envy]

Oh no, Venom haven't understood the point of movie. . .

It's fine guys, Eddie will explain it to him later

Got inspired after seein ACTUAL og text to this panel and Venom deadass saying "mojo dojo casa house"

[spidefox]

Dating

[notes28]

DP doodles and sillies ✨ Also unofficial Deadpool-sona? 🤔

[necrostar]

How unbelievably embarrassing. Him, the great Bakura, the master of stealth, the clear know-it-all of everything... got locked out his own house again. This time, however, with his lockpicking set still inside. He'd forgotten it when he left that morning.

And now, with nowhere else to go, he was at his doorstep like a stray. What a nightmare. It was one thing if he was here for... literally anything else. It's another when you need something.

Without a word, face tinged red, he knocked with the side of his fist.

"Atem! It's me, open the door!" He barked, stepping back with his arms crossed. He looked impatient, annoyed, and most importantly: like a wet cat. It poured rain the entire way over. Even the sky wanted to point and laugh at him.

@kitxkatrp

[themarvelproject]

The X-Men by V. Ken Marion (2024)

[drekkavac]

There  would  likely  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  come  a  day  when  Anya  wouldn't  be  attempting  to  pick  apart  their  memories  determined  to  seek  out  the  inaccuracies.  The  problem  with  watching  𝐒𝐎  𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘  𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒  be  taken  from  you  ,  you  could  never  really  stop  being  afraid  that  something  you  were  so  𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄  of  before  ,  ended  up  being  nothing  but  a  lie.

Any  sane  person  would  𝐑𝐔𝐍  for  the  hills.  Nobody  could  possibly  be  worth  the  trouble.  But  it  was  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  going  to  be  that  simple  between  Anya  &  Jamie.  She  should  have  known  better  really.  No  matter  the  circumstances  ,  they  would  𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒  have  one  another's  backs.  She  didn't  deserve  it  ,  nothing  would  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  make  her  believe  that  she  did  ,  but  it  was  something  that  in  the  end  ..  They  could  always  rely  on.

Mismatched  eyes  stared  back  at  𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  ones  that  he  had  ,  mirroring  her  own.  A  𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋  thing  about  them  that  had  always  been  something  Anya  held  close  to  her  ,  until  𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑  had  forced  them  to  hide  even  that  from  her  appearance.  He  was  right  though  …  Every  time  she  looked  at  𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄  𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒  ,  reminders  of  things  she  was  missing  in  life  would  come  creeping  back  to  pry  open  those  WOUNDS  again.

The  thing  they  𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐃  onto  with  a  vice  grip  though  ,  were  the  words  that  they  were  still  his  sister.  Even  if  she  didn't  𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐑?  Even  if  she  did  things  that  would  make  his  skin  crawl?  Even  if  she  became  a  completely  𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓  person  all  together?  Those  questions  ,  the  same  that  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘  crept  up  when  they  were  alone  ,  came  flooding  back  ,  evident  in  the  𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄  look  their  eyes  gave  off.

Brows  𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖  though  when  he  mentioned  that  if  she  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓  open  up  ,  then  this  was  going  to  be  their  fate.  Her  head  shakes  nervously.   ❝  I  want  us  to  be  okay.  ❞   The  words  are  𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄  at  first.  Their  voice  small  for  a  moment  before  letting  out  a  huff  ,  their  shoulders  sinking  slightly.   ❝  Everything's  just  …  So  fucked  up  ,  I  don't  even  know  where  to  even  START.  ❞   &  more  importantly  …  How  were  they  supposed  to  know  what  was  real  &  what  wasn't.

@oozeyboozey

He was upset at himself almost immediately after he had snapped the way that he just did at Anya. Once upon a time, Jamie wouldn't have unleashed so many bottled up feelings on to his sister.

Before they had defected from HYDRA, he barely spoke a word to ANYBODY, and while they were living in Canada, he had been so sick of being SELECTIVELY MUTE that he tried to talk to his sister and dad at every chance that he got. They were people that, tried and true, had never gotten ANGRY AT HIM for speaking.

Now, he was somewhere in the middle. In the worst way possible. It was like relational PURGATORY, where he knew that if he didn't speak, it would cause him problems with others...but if he DID wind up saying the wrong thing, or even the RIGHT THING at the WRONG TIME, it could send him relapsing into his inner child that just wanted to SHUT UP and hide away where nobody could find him.

The constant torture of the anxiety had apparently been building for too long though, culminating into this moment.

Great job, GENIUS, if she didn't hate you before for letting her down, she's got even more reason now for you BERATING HER...

His CENSURING VOICE within his own mind was loud...but it was Anya's eventual answer that felt like he'd been run down by a SEMITRUCK. Jamie's entire body felt numb for a second, as though his blood had just STOPPED moving through his veins. His shoulders sunk lower, but his muscles weren't exactly RELAXING. No, it felt more like they were trying to CRUMBLE. Give up.

While he hadn't been entirely sure on the extent to which Anya had her memories tampered with, he still couldn't have imagined the magnitude of the weight it must have been on her. She was extremely intelligent, her mind was just as much in overdrive as Jamie's own often was...so it must have led to a HYPER AWARENESS of there being SOMETHING MISSING.

And on top of that...V had personally taken any connection that she had made him privy to. In a moment of vulnerability and confusion, she had come to him with the memories and as punishment they had been TORN AWAY from her completely.

A rough breath exhaled from his nose as his chest rose and fell visibly, his head turning away from her as he blinked back the wetness in his eyes. When he turned back to face her, the tears were still welled in his hues.

"It MATTERED," he countered with a firm tone that had required him to summon all of his courage to speak, "you remembered your FAMILY, and it fucking mattered, Anya, and y'know how I know that...?" His question was rhetorical and he gave her the answer as he took a small step closer to her.

"I know that because it scared th' SHIT outta them that you remembered me at all. Me OR dad. They did everything they COULD to try to make you forget completely, but it's all still up there." Jamie pointed at his own temple for emphasis on Anya's mind and how it was SALVAGEABLE. He took a breath and shook his head slightly, allowing his hand to fall back to his side.

"Anya, even if you still didn't remember anything about me, you'd still be my SISTER. I'd still WORRY about you, and I'd still wanna be able t' TALK t' you..." His throat felt a little tighter but he pressed on.

"If we keep at this though, this...silent treatment, avoidance BULLSHIT...then no. It didn't matter, because it can't matter, because I can't matter. PLEASE, Anya..." Jamie met her eyes directly at that junction of his impassioned statement. This time, his voice broke under the strain of his hurt though.

"I can't...I can't do this alone," he reasoned, "an'...nobody but you is ever REALLY gonna know what it was like."