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i’m back to give you my iw!couple brain rot 🤲, please handle with care.
but !! imagine jungkook and oc doing that “see how long we can go without kissing” challenge !! how would fold first? they’re both so competitive but smitten it makes me conflicted. 😣😣
knowing them, jungkook would be twitching his eye just from the thought of being deprived kissies so would oc give in first to let him win? or would jungkook just take what’s his?? 🤔
imagine oc being a blushing mess from staring at jungkook’s face for too long 😵💫 THEYRE SO CUTE I CANT THINK STRAIGHT😭🫶
summary: in which jungkook is twenty-six years old and yet… you still give him butterflies.
idol!jk x reader, established relationship / word count: 0.7k
content/warnings: sexual tension, making out, it’s honestly just them fighting over who gets to be on top
> in which masterlist!
note: hehe hi anonie… sorry… i kindaaa got carried away… i had to write out the thing or else i would’ve gone insane just talking about it <3 (written with love and care) <3
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“i don’t understand this challenge.”
“me neither,”
jungkook remains in a hypnotic-like trance, doe eyes trained to your lips stained with a lighter shade of mixed red and brown.
“we’re this close and we can’t kiss…? this is absurd.”
“do they actually do this in bed? with someone on top?” you chuckle as you coyly twirl a lock of his hair around your finger. “i don’t think so?”
“i don’t know. i just wanted you to be comfortable.” he teasingly brushes his nose against yours, and the air in your lungs becomes suspended. “since, you know, we’ll be here a while.”
“oh wow. bringing me to bed, really? you’re that confident?”
he cockily raises an eyebrow. “hm, we both know you won’t be able to resist me here. you’re all over me all the time.”
you try not to roll your eyes in annoyance. and you also both know that you’re just as competitive, if not more.
“oh my god, you,” you mumble. the calm of your voice contrasts the aggressive push of your hand against your boyfriend’s naked chest. “and your stupid arrogance and your stupid need to flaunt your stupid hot body.”
in the blink of an eye, jungkook finds you stradding him, and himself, trapped underneath your body. he blinks in disbelief, tongue poking the inside of his cheek.
“this is dirty.”
you remove his glasses, moving it aside without care. “that’s just your mind.”
okay, perhaps bringing you to bed was a bad idea.
you lean down, slowly, close and then closer— it’s quite ridiculous that he’s nervous as if he doesn’t know what is bound to happen next: he’s thoroughly convinced that you’re going to kiss him.
once he feels your lips ghost over his, mere millimeters away, his eyelids flutter shut.
terrible idea. terrible.
the kiss, much to his disappointment, never happens.
he opens his eyes and your face is suddenly tucked in the space between his neck and shoulders, giggling and shaking and positively amused.
he turns away and squeezes his eyes shut. a painful admit of defeat against your infinite allure. “ah, i’m fucked.”
“we’ll get there later,” you lift your head, tilting his chin to face you.
you smile and scoot closer. so close that your bottom lips grazes his. he fails to remember the last time the two of you touched as chastely, as softly, but it felt like accidentally touching a live wire. he gets a funny feeling in his stomach. butterflies…? he’s twenty-six years old. he must be losing his mind.
“after you lose.”
“that’s not happening, baby.”
“yes, it will.”
“i won’t give up so easily.”
you give him an innocent look. “but i really think you will.”
you stare at each other for a little while, anticipating the other’s next move.
“fuck- yeah, okay-” he grits his teeth, taking advantage of his strength to finally flip back your positions. you’ve had your fun. “you’re right.”
“babe! ru-”
your surprised gasp is cut off by jungkook’s lips crashing on yours— curved into a smirk, you can feel it. your whines are muffled and swallowed by him, wrists caught in his hands and over your head because you were hitting his shoulder and he just wanted to kiss his baby properly.
“you lost,” you remark quietly when he draws back, only inches away, to scatter kisses along your face and down to your neck.
it tickles, you squirm in pleasure when he reaches near your collarbone, but your hands are still tied.
you were supposed to have him underneath you as a hot and flustered mess, not the other way around. damn it.
“really?” he feigns interest, lips finding their way back to yours. “doesn’t feel like it.”
#art’s post office ☁️#jungkook fluff#bts fluff#jungkook drabble#jungkook scenario#jungkook one shot#jungkook imagine#jungkook x reader#jungkook x you#jungkook au#jungkook smut#jungkook fic#jungkook fanfic#bts reaction
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FOR ALL TIME, ALWAYS – Loki x female reader
Summary: Loki escapes the TVA for a moment. Desperate and brokenhearted, he looks for you, his wife, in the Sacred Timeline. Even if you saw him die ten years ago.
Word count: 3.9k.
Warnings: LOTS of angst, some fluff, spoilers of Loki series in general. Language. Maybe I'm not getting how the branches work oops. This is right after the end of 2x02 and before 2x03. My English is also a warning, just in case.
Notes: while looking on the tags I checked a post of someone asking for a TVA Loki fic where he finds the reader but her Loki died in IW (not canon in my head btw). So I wrote it because is such a great idea, but I can't find the original post... ;-; anyway hope you like this!
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It's harder to stay...
Wasn't this situation hard enough? Sylvie was right. She had a point. But Loki wanted to do the right thing. Maybe he would find a chance... Again, right? Probably he would make the proper decisions this time.
The TVA was already fucked up, and with it, the thousands of timelines and lives in danger within them. Sometimes, it looked like it didn't matter. In the end, they were trying to fix something that was already broken.
Loki let out a deep breath he didn't realise was holding and walked to talk directly to his partner, Mobius.
"I need a favor," Loki mumbled, so the grey-haired man would be the only person to hear his voice.
Mobius met his eyes. He knew that gaze, it meant he was up to something. "What kind of favor?"
The god motioned Mobius to step away from the newly acknowledged variants and far away from what B-15 was witnessing. The branches were pruned from the whole existence; thousands and millions of lifes lost to the void in just the blink of an eye. Loki knew he had to do something before it got worst. Something for himself.
"I need to go the Sacred Timeline," Loki announced.
"Are you nuts?" Mobius scolded, in the same low voice tone Loki had used.
"Is just- listen, it's something I have to do. I really need to go back there. Need to see someone, make sure everything is okay," Loki insisted.
During all the times Loki showed he was desperate, Mobius was sure this was the peak of all of them. He wasn't explaning more than necessary, he looked serious, and his voice was crisp. Loki knew what he wanted at that moment. Mobius sighed, his hands finding the pockets of his pants, unsure of Loki's request.
"So it's personal..."
"A little, yeah," Loki nodded.
"Promise it'll be quick," Mobius said, taking off the TemPad from his pocket and his hand stopped in the air before the object could lay in the god's grip. "Don't make me regret this."
"I won't."
2029, Sacred Timeline
When Loki arrived to his destination, the nerves got the best from him. New York looked no different from the last time he was there. Shifting his usual clothes he wore at the TVA, he chose a plain suit to go undercover, or at least decided he would try to, considering he was a criminal once in Midgard.
But as he walked through the halls of the familiar building he met decades ago, he didn't really care. He longed for something else. Better say, someone. And it was you.
You, who met him in the past right after Thor's banishment, and even helped him to find the Teseract, only to give up to SHIELD and those idiots that people called 'The Avengers'. Of course his heart hurted for a long time, but Loki tried to deny the feelings blooming inside and instead, he just decided to walk away from you, even if that meant hurting you. It was the best.
At least that was what he believed until he checked further his file; the file that Mobius had prepared for him. His life. Even after what he did to your people and planet, you still held no grudges. And Thor was good enough to seek for yours and the sorcerer's, Stephen Strange, help once Hela appeared in their lives.
Loki would never forget the loving look in your beautiful eyes when you saw him again, after years of parting ways. He really paid attention to you while watching his file, and he found there was only love, protection, and care in you. All for him. Someone who didn't deserve it, he thought.
He felt grateful at least he had the pleasure to enjoy happiness for a moment. Even if that meant Asgard was destroyed. Loki already lost his mother, his father, and he almost lost his brother. He couldn't stand losing you either. The simple idea of living without you - even if he didn't know you further than your Loki did - was unbearable pain.
So while in the ship on the way to Midgard with the asgardians and survivors of the Ragnarok, you held a cozy, small wedding when he asked you to marry him. This was one of the parts Loki would replay again and again from his file, with disbelief that he was actually happy and joyful, enjoying a good time with you, his brother, and all the asgardians who survived. Loki felt full of hope after your wedding, thinking fate had better things to come with you as an oficial part of his life.
Unfortunately, it didn't last long, thanks to the Mad Titan. As his steps got near your door, the memory of his brother and your figure mourning on his lifeless body appeared on his mind. It was an image he couldn't erase that easily. Probably, he would never forget that was his original destiny all the way. That was meant to be. And for now, he could not change it.
Loki stopped outside your apartment. He took a deep breath and raised his shaking hand to reach the doorbell. He waited for a moment, not knowing if seconds or minutes went by, it felt eternal. Until the door opened and he saw you.
The bright smile you had on your lips faded away. Your eyes flooded with tears, your forehead was furrowed, and still, Loki thought you were the most beautiful creature in all the Nine Realms.
"Hi..." Loki barely whispered, his eyes were glossy and a single tear also ran down his pale cheek.
You were clearly in shock. You wanted to get closer and finally touch him, to feel him physically. But even if you wanted to move to take his hand to confirm it wasn't a trick of your ruined mind, your body was stiff and your feet were glued to the ground.
"Is this an illusion?" you trembled.
All Loki could do was shaking his head, before muttering. "No..."
"Loki, I saw you die..."
Tears ran down your face, denying to yourself that this was real. That this was really happening to you. And your mind started to wonder all the possible scenarios and reasons on why him, the god of mischief, the only person you loved dearly with all your mind, body and soul, was standing right in front of your door even if he was gone for you... Long gone now. And that couldn't be undone.
"I know you did, my love."
You tried to smile, even a little bit, as he pronounced those words so dearly. Loki came closer to your figure, carefully placing a trembling hand on your cheek, feeling the tears flowing on your skin. You leaned into his touch, with a simpering smile. Such was the effect you had on him, that a silly smile he also had on his lips.
And you realized Loki was so real... His touch, his heat, his smile, his scent, the way he would hold you... Everything about him was exactly as you remembered. You felt his lips brushing softly against yours, gentle and hesitant, and instantly, you melted into a slow kiss, sure knowing that Loki would taste the salt of your tears running down your face. Leaning in closer as the space between would allow you, you savoured each second your breaths allowed, longing to remain right there for eternity. For all time. Always.
"But now I am here... and I can explain," he whispered once you separated your lips from his in the sweetest way.
You let out a soft chuckle. "Mind to enlighten me, oh, god of mischief?"
Finally you guided him inside your apartment. That old apartment Loki saw his other self visiting a couple of times before you were something. It still had your vibe around it and he loved it. He felt like he was at home after a very long time. Once you closed the door, his arms wrapped around your figure, and you let yourself cry, pressing against his chest and with a tight grip of your hands on his coat.
"You don't have any idea of how much I have missed you all these years," you sobbed and his heart shrank on his chest. "I kept wishing every night and every day to be me instead of you."
"My love," he said softly, separating a little and cupping your cheeks with his warm hands. His eyes were red now because of the tears he was holding back again. "Don't say that... It was supposed to happen."
"What?" you mumbled.
Your hands found his wrists and you pulled his palms away from your cheeks. However you kept the contact with him, you just needed to touch him, to feel he was in the flesh. He was alive right now, wasn't he?
"Look, I am not your Loki. I know what you did, what the Avengers did after Thanos-" his voice broke just a bit but he continued. "I know everything. I just couldn't resist knowing there was someone for me, out there in the Nine Realms, capable to love me for who I am," Loki explained as he watched your face. Was it disappointment? Confusion? He didn't know, but he had to tell you the truth.
Your voice came out as a barely audible whisper. "So... you are saying... you're another Loki? Another him?"
He nodded softly. "I am." Loki thought for a moment on how to explain everything, but he just went for what his heart felt it was right. "It's a little complicated. I did something that wasn't supposed to be, and perhaps will sound like I'm insane, but thanks to that I am kind of trapped in time. With an organization that is not what everyone thought it was, hence a multiverse was created. Sponsored by another me, by the way. You are in what is called the Sacred Timeline, where things flow as how they were supposed to since forever. And I just needed to see you after I found out you were the love of my life."
You took a moment to understand everything he said, wishing that his fate would have been different from what originally happened. Loki gave his best, even in the last worst moments, he was changing for good. For you. For Thor... It wasn't fair.
"Your death was supposed to be then?"
"Yes, it was."
"Oh, Loki," you cried. "You know what, I don't care what's happened. I'm just- I feel happy seeing you here... Please tell me everything you've been through. I want to hear your voice again, to know you're with me right now, to feel you near... I'm not crazy, am I?" you chuckled between tears and Loki curved his lips in a smile, wiping your tears from your face with his thumbs.
Loki granted your wish and explained everything, answering every question you had about the lies of the TVA; the files he found out were his whole life; about Sylvie, Mobius and his variants. He spilled all you wanted to hear, asking like a child, until you understood what was happening. You noticed he truly had changed, just like your Loki did when he reunited with Thor before the Ragnarok took over Asgard. It was a bittersweet feeling however, thinking how much they they seemed to each other. They were the same person after all, but this Loki didn't had the chance to continue his path as it was supposed to.
Taking his hand into yours, you leaned towards him and laid down your head on his shoulder while you both sat comfortable in the couch, just enjoying each others company. Your eyes were dry at this point after crying for what it felt were hours, but his voice helped to soothe you enough.
"I'm glad knowing you have someone like Mobius by your side," you said after a quiet moment. "He sounds like a very good friend," you looked at him, waiting for an answer. "Because that's what he is to you, right?"
"He is a great friend, I'm not alone if that is what is troubling you," Loki affirmed.
You let out a sigh. "That is totally a relief to me."
Loki chuckled softly, leaning to leave a kiss on your hair. "Now you've heard everything about me, would I hear something from you?"
"I'm just a mortal, Loki," you smiled. "Doing the normal shit, not the superhero stuff anymore. I am hating my pretty much normal office job every day; I feed the birds when I go outside at the park, also thinking about adopting a cat or a dog... Maybe a dog."
"Or you could do both."
"Yeah, I might. But my place isn't that big for pets. Sometimes I feel like I'm too alone, very much alone... I would love to have a big farm, or a cabin in the mountains with lots of plants, pets and animals to take care of." The idea did sound good for Loki. Hopefuly you could find peace that way. "Do you remember Pepper?" you said, straighting up on the couch to look at him. He nodded. "Well, after Tony died I still visit her and their daughter, Morgan. She is ten years old, could you believe it?" Loki noticed the sorrow and pain you still carried after all those years of losing your friends, your people... "And I've been missing you and mourning you for ten years as well."
"It's not your fault."
"I know, Loki."
"Do whatever is the best for you, my dear... I would have loved to be here with you now, as the Loki from the Sacred Timeline."
You smiled, but it was a sad smile. "Well, either way, you're here now. It's all that matters to me."
Once again, you shared a loving kiss and took his hand to walk to the kitchen, asking him to take a seat in your breakfast bar, glad he decided to search for you in one of your free days. Otherwise, you would have surely missed his visit. But he was looking for you. Probably Loki would have found you anywhere at this point.
You talked some more while you had some tea and ate some cookies that you saved for special days on the shelfs. The afternoon was pleasant, and this was your turn to speak. Loki, coat long gone, was catching up with you and he asked every single thing about your life now. He smiled more than ever, laughed more than you have ever seen, and it was certainly something you could get used to from now on. Knowing you never continued your life with another person made his heart ache though. However, Loki was no one to blame. He would have done the same thing. No other was like you, no one would have replaced you.
"It's my decision," you finally said, reading his face like an open book. "I have loved you, I love you now and I will love you forever."
He took your hand, lacing your fingers with his. "I know..."
"The day we married you gave me a ring. I always have it with me, today I'm not working, but I use this necklace with your ring," you searched for the necklace hiding inside your shirt and taking it off, you showed him the precious jewel hanging on a fine golden chain. The ring he recognized once was from his mother. "I want you to have it."
"No,I can't-"
"But this is what I want. I know I would have to forget, because you will make me forget about this. About you, coming here, risking everything just to see me. So please, take it."
Loki knew you had made a decision, but then if he left, taking your memories away about this day, what was left for you? He had nothing, and it was okay. He would still know he came to the Sacred Timeline; that he kissed you, that you shared a moment together, that you still loved him. But you will have none of that. And you, as human as you were, would die without the memories and without the ring. You would have nothing and he was sure couldn't bear it.
"Perhaps I can have something else to remember you, I want you to keep this ring as a promise," he closed your hand around the necklace. "My promise that I still love you and I will do it. Forever."
And you sighed, taking the necklace back with a smile. Always so stubborn. "Give me a moment."
Loki saw you leave the kitchen for some minutes. While he was alone, he noticed the sunset through the windows, as it was almost ending to welcome the dark sky around the city. He knew he had to go soon. As much as he didn't want to and the simple thought of runing away was starting to hurt him deep inside.
When you arrived, you stood by his seat on the breakfast bar, putting a small photograph, perfect for a passport, on the surface. It was all in black and white, and you looked what you thought it was nice. Loki took it between his hands, lovingly and with a proud smile on his face.
"I used that when I was taking my Master's degree. Looks pretty decent," you joked.
Loki laughed, tears right at the corner of his eyes. "It's more than that. It's perfect."
His smile faded, knowing this meant he had to leave you again. Loki wasn't supposed to have a happy ending, was he? How he wished to stay there by your side.
You kissed his cheek as a sort of goodbye and comfort at the same time, noticing the sudden change on his face and whispered softly. "So you don't search for me on those files."
"Thank you, love."
Loki got on his feet to put his coat on, like some sort of mental preparation before leaving your apartment and the Sacred Timeline. He saved your photograph on his pocket securely along with Mobius' TemPad, pretending to be strong and swallowing all the pain he was feeling right at that moment. You took his hand, lacing your fingers together one last time and walked until you stood there, in the middle of your living room. He looked at you with loving eyes, trying to save your face and your figure before returning to where he was supposed to be now. And it seemed like time had stopped, as everything Loki could see and feel was you and only you.
"I guess is time now," you began, interrupting his mind.
"I guess it is," Loki nodded, expecting an answer from you. Anything. But it never came. You were also trying to save the moment as much as you could.
So he cupped your cheeks, feeling for the last time your warm, soft skin against his palms. He didn't want to talk, because if he would have said something, it meant you were really saying goodbye forever. What Loki didn't know is that you felt the same thing.
Was there something good to say to your lover, whose destiny was just to bring the best from other people with his cruelty and chaos? To the man who had learn to make things better and, in the end, died trying to protect his people and his wife? Was there anything out there that would bring the god of mischief the happiness and love you always knew he deserved? With these branches and multiverse thing, you hoped deep in your heart there was a universe where he found what he longed for so long. This was just one of many of them. Probably he was happy and living in peace in some others.
"I love you, Loki," you mumbled. He caressed your skin with his thumbs and wiped the small tears that were running on your cheeks.
"I love you too."
Loki leaned to kiss you one last time. You welcomed the kiss with shut eyes, savouring his lips and the taste of your tears, mixing now with his own.
The pain started to bloom; every heartbeat felt like a sledgehammer pounding against his chest. He was not ready to let you go, so this was all he could do. The seidr flowed from his fingers, the green lights covering your body with the help of the spell he casted for you was made to protect you from anything that could get out of hand in the Sacred Timeline, particularly from his own hands, the hands of the TVA, or any other danger that could chase you. Because if something would happen to you due to his stubborn decision, Loki knew he wouldn't forgive himself. What he was sure about though, was that he would still look for you until the end of time.
So when the kiss ended, you fell asleep in seconds. He had to take your sleeping figure with his arms to your bedroom, where he carefully laid you down on the bed. Making sure you were comfortable in your sleep, fixing the pillows and the blankets, Loki remained there, just to take in the serenity emanating from you. It was something you had, the ease and calm your aura projected to everyone in the room. This was the last thing Loki wanted to save from you.
He kissed your forehead and dried the tears on your face before standing up. Once you were to wake up in some hours, you would not be able to know everything was real. Loki made sure you thought it was a dream. So that is what you would have in your head. Something you wished for so long that will only be nothing but thoughts, scenes and emotions that felt absolutely true. As real as life could be.
Loki took the TemPad and opened the timedoor to go back to the TVA, where he knew Mobius would be waiting already since he left for hours. Without looking back to your room, he stepped in and forced to compose himself just in case he would bump into someone else. He sighed, observing through the halls of the headquaters as he made his way back to the room that was assigned to him.
At his door, a worried Mobius was already waiting for him, walking in circles.
"God, Loki I thought you were gone for a second," the analyst breathed out. Loki just handed the TemPad and Mobius took it back. He noticed his weary demeanor and teary eyes. "Thank you. Sorry I doubted you for a second."
"It's fine," Loki shrugged it off, looking for something on his pocket. The photograph slipped from his fingers and fell down to the floor. Mobius was quick enough to pick it up for him, but as he gave it back to his owner he observed it thoroughly.
"So this was the personal thing you did," Mobius said, looking the photograph resting on Loki's hand. He remembered that face from his files.
"Yeah... I guess all set now," Loki sighed.
"Good, I hope you're ready for another trip to the Sacred Timeline." Mobius turned to walk away, deciding it was better to give him some time, but he turned back to Loki before doing so. "And if you're feeling like talking about this any day, only between us, just let me know."
And with that, he walked away. Loki smiled, standing alone outside his door.
You were right. Mobius was a good friend.
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Not plural culture but any advice for a Partial-DID host to leave front or see the IW
Gotten similar asks a few time but we're finally getting around to answer it, sorry!
Here are some switching/accessing innerworld guides:
your guide to the headspace (CDD specific)
Controlled Switching
Ghost Switching
There are also many other guides out there, if anyone has any others, feel free to link them in the notes
If none of these methods work for you, that's okay. Sometimes systems just can't switch, and as a P-DID system there must be a reason that's the case. You also might be able to access the innerworld while still fronting by basically daydreaming (at least it might feel like daydreaming, as you're still to some extent grounded in your body)
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hey maggie! i’m a huge fan of IW, it’s a such a good story and your writing is out of this world. i read it all in a day and when i finished it i called my girlfriend and told her the entire story so she would suffer with me LMAO even when hebi spirals when they kiss and i’m like GIRL GOJO IS INTO YOU!!! i can still see why she’s spiraling because you write her though process so well.
anyways, big big kudos to you. amazing story, one of my favorite gojo fics out there.
on another note, i’m also a writer. i have one gojo fic and a bunch of chosoyuki ones. chosoyukiweek is coming up in march, and one of the prompts is first love. i immediately thought about writing something inspired by IW (but different ofc, it would be just a one-shot so nothing as in depth as your story) when i saw that prompt.
i know you based the structure of the story off One Day, but i still very much think of it as yours lol so i wanted to ask if it’s okay with you if i write something for chosoyuki inspired by IW. i’ll link your story as well ofc. but if it’s not okay with you that’s completely fine as well!
again, big kudos for IW. you have a talent for storytelling!
Hey!! Thank you so much—the idea of calling up ur gf to talk about my fanfiction is so fun and silly, I love it.
And, dude! Of course! Asking is very sweet of you but I really don’t own ‘One Day’ at all, and if you like the concept of it then we’ve got David Nicholls to thank, not me!! If you mean something more IW-specific, then I would be absolutely flattered and yes that’s lovely of you, of course, but if you just mean to use the ‘One Day’ one-chapter-per-year concept then please write away! It is by no means IW-specific.
In fact, I was watching the Netflix show (which is unironically really good wtf, it’s persuaded one of my mates to actually read the book HUZZAH) and was just clutching my heart and swooning all the time just because David Nicholls has his concept Down. He gets that shit. I’m not being faux-modest when I say that IW is simply an imitation of how bloody good ‘One Day’ is.
Please make sure to tag me in what you end up writing, so I can check it out!!
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Well we know the person who made those shitty takes saw all our reactions to it. They turned off the replies in the notes. Though I doubt they feel they're in the wrong for those takes since the post is still up, maybe they'll think a little harder about the internalized ableism they're currently dealing with.
Honestly, I doubt they're gonna re-think anything.
In my experience, most anti-rwde IW haters spewing ignorant bullshit when confronted with the fact that they're saying bigoted stuff just start whining about 'getting attacked by the mean htdm' who are 'misunderstanding their perfect rwby take' and saying it's because we're like.... Man obsessed or something.
I'd love to be proven wrong though, I blocked them after seeing their shitty 'Ironwood proved he was internally ableist when he sent Yang a free assistive device because that was somehow proving he only saw her as a soldier who needed to get back into the fight despite the fact that he did not do anything else to indicate that he wanted that until Yang showed up ready to fight and a-okay in volume 7 at least a year after the Fall of Beacon' take. But I heard that they also said way more and a lot of it was pretty bad.
IW haters have so much to actually hate on, I'll never understand why they can't just say 'I don't like Ironwood because he tried to bomb people' instead of making shit up and walking the line or often times crossing over the line into being absolute ableist pieces of shit jumping on the 'Ironwood's third prosthetic is a sign of his fall to villainy' and 'Ironwood is the bad disabled person because he (insert thing irl disabled people do or face here that isn't palatable to able-bodied bigots.') Like, literally, the ableism in this fandom gets too much to take sometimes.
Hint for all the IW haters out there, just stop trying to connect Ironwood's evil to him getting or having a prosthetic or helping another amputee or him having PTSD or ANY of that, point blank period. If you can't talk about Ironwood being evil without tying it back to his disabilities and trauma, that is a problem.
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what’re some mh fanfic recs ? been trying to get back into reading more of em
am I allowed to plug my own AO3?
no but forreal tho, there's so many good ones im just gonna link my favs from my AO3 history (Note that most of these are Jam fics because im a basic little bitch and love my comfort couple okay)
putting a keep reading bc i added a LOT lmao
"Next to You" I think this was one of the, if not the absolute first fic i read for mh back in like. 2017/18? It's a wingfic/ angel and demon AU, and I'll admit its not the absolute most fantastic piece of literature, but it's a classic in my heart so
"One Day" Very Very adorable jam fic, post mh domestic bliss, there's chickens and disgusting amounts of fluff. Read It.
The entire Hotel Hopping series by rebiTV. Still semi-patiently awaiting the next upload because Oh My God. Just the usual hotel shenanigans. Some are funny, some are angsty, and the most recent post to it left us with a cliffhanger that i think killed my soul a little bit in the best way.
"3:27 am" A super well-written fic depicting Jay Going Through it. The whole thing is basically Jay dissociating, so slight warning for that, and it's kind of trippy to read but honestly it's so good dude.
"Lazy Mornings" This one's a Bram fic featuring some fluffy cuddling of unknown origins. Good little light read and one of my all time favorite fanfics ever.
Pretty much anything by jaythewriter, their work is fucking phenomenal and I rlly wish they'd post again honestly but also yknow. stuff happens. I'll just re-read all their works again instead.
"Don't You Hear Me Howling" Another bram one, this time featuring the Masked Boys and how complicated a relationship can be when your partners don't remember you when they wake up. It's super well written and makes me sob every time i read it <3
"Farm Boy" Super soft and sweet fic about Jay kind of remembering his love for farm animals when he and Tim have to stay in a barn for a night. TW for implied animal death (maybe? it's up to interpretation) but I swear it's an honestly really well-written soft fic that makes me feel so many feelings. I also just realized this is another from jaythewriter but yknow what it's so fucking good im keeping it.
"All The World Is Green" Honestly i don't even wanna describe this one you just have to read it. I promise it's worth it.
"CALL IT BLACKSTAR, CALL IT PAINSTAR" OH MY FUCKING GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD IF YOU'RE A POLYHORNETS HAND READ THIS IMMEDIATELY HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD
"Never Write Lovesongs On The Ukulele" Collection of vignettes of Tim reminding Jay that he's in love with him. love
"To Cut The Taste" Very Early in the hotel hopping days, basically just an awkward conversation Jay and Tim have about Tim's trip to a gas station
"For The Loneliest Blackout" Super trippy to read, very dream-like. Highschool (?) AU with t4t jam and a whoooooollleeeee lotta metaphors. or just one really long metaphor.
"scenes from a movie" god okay iw was looking for this one for like an hour oh my god. Of all the fics ive read this one honestly sticks with me a lot just because of how fucking cool the writing style is to me. I loveeeee vignettes so much and this is one of the longest vignette fics ive read. it's so so so sos o good please read it it has a happy ending
"Build Your Own Noodles" and "Potato Cakes" Both by the same author, both brim, both adorable pre-canon fluff.
"who took heroin, then sleeping pills, and who lies in an alabama hospital" TW for bug imagery and also mention of spider bites. Listen I have entomophobia and arachnophobia so anything with bugs freaks me the fuck out but this is really well done and honestly just the way that it's handled is so fucking fun to read.
The Lost Time series. theres only two stories and theyre both great. A little funky to read because it's, of course, about jay and tim losing time and forgetting stuff about each other. I think there's some?? implied sexual content??? but it's not explicit and otherwise i don't think there's any necessary warnings
"Patterns of Safety" Basically just Jay and Brian bonding over having OCD. I fucking looveeeeeee Same Brain type fics and also jay and brian both having OCD scratches my brain. No One In This Series is neurotypical
"Starting Over At The End Of The Line" Finally a multichapter fic. I promise I read things other than oneshots i promise. N E ways this is pretty much a polyhornets everyone lives AU featuring Brian's lovely gay aunts. You'll notice I commented on almost every chapter because i Love THis Fic SO Much
"No One's Ever Going To Treat You Right; You're Attracting The Wrong Kind" This one isn't a shipfic actually!!! It's sort of Tim's spiraling reaction to finding out what Jay's been hiding from him and the events that lead up to the meeting in the parking lot. The imagery is sooooo fucking good in this one, it's honestly kind of disconcerting the way it's written just because of how In-his-head Tim is the whole time. it's soooo fucking good it's so good.
"psalm 38:8" OKAY LAST ONE this is a great one to end with. It's pretty much just Jay's introspection on his own standing with religion and also hopeless pining that maybe isn't so hopeless after all.
OKAY THIS IS REALLY LONG NOW LOL I HOPE YOU ENJOY MY PERSONAL LIBRARY OF JAM FICS BC IM INSANE ABT THEM
#robi answers#robi rambles#fic recs#marble hornets#fic recommendation#marble hornets fanfiction#marble hornets jam
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One thing I loved about MoM is that Wanda is allowed to be messy.
Full analysis under the cut
The MCU's treatment of Wanda has changed dramatically from AoU to MoM. Today we'll be tracing her journey from a standard postfeminist Strong Female Character to the more layered, messy, human version of her we see now.
Wanda doesn't get to look messy in the early MCU. Her first on-screen breakdown after Pietro's death is a perfect example of postfeminist objectification.
She gets to be powerful, but she tears through Ultron bots the same way that the only woman in a spy movie struts out of an explosion in a torn tank top carrying a single giant machine gun while all the men wear practical fighting gear. Wanda gets to be powerful as long as her titties are out and she's totally unscathed.
Elizabeth Olsen commented on the stigmatization of looking messy in an Age of Ultron promo interview: “Usually facial expressions aren’t great in slo-mo, because sometimes we’ll do super slo-mo moves, and, you know, you’re trying to do effort…But what I did just then, in slo-mo, is quite literally the most unattractive thing you could ever see anyone do. It’s so weird. And Joss [Whedon] would always remind me to use a calm face because that is okay to watch.”
The result being that Wanda looks dead-eyed in the movie where she's supposed to be the youngest and least experienced. So not only was she treated poorly in terms of over-sexualization, but media's (and Joss Whedon's) obsession with the picture-perfect woman prevented Elizabeth Olsen from portraying a human-feeling superhero in a franchise about humans trying to be superheroes.
The MCU starts moving away from this in Wandavision, exemplified when Wanda has her existential crisis and spends episode 8 in sweats.
She looks messy-- not yet violent-messy, but casual. She's allowed to be a mess in a very human way-- arguably the first time we see a woman coming apart mentally without her struggle being played for laughs (see, Pepper in Iron Man 2 and 3).
Side note-- I think this kind of breakdown is different from the ways we've seen Natasha weak because Natasha is permitted weakness in a very dramatic "look how pretty and sad and hot she is" kind of way. Pepper was always cast as hysterical for fretting over Tony and, while her concerns may be vindicated by the plot later, she is brushed off in the moment like one might pat a child having a tantrum on the head.
Anyway, Wanda is allowed to be an everyday coming-apart-at-the-seams messy in a manner not previously permitted to women in the MCU. But she's still immaculate in the final fight scene.
Agatha drains her power and it briefly gives her a haunted look, but it's still fantasy-messy. No real person is looking that much like a zombie, and even if Wanda briefly looks less than flawless, it's in an unrealistic way.
Which brings us to Multiverse. At the beginning of the movie, especially during her siege on Kamar Taj, I was fearful that it was going to be another repeat of AoU, CA:CW, or IW where Wanda gets to go a little crazy but remain the immaculate-looking Strong Female Character. Here's the scene that disproved my fears.
One might argue that it's just another instance of fantasy-messy, but what makes it different is how real her bones snapping back into place is portrayed. We can hear it. We watch her body twist back into its normal shape like a puppet seized by the strings, complete with ugly cracking noises that make her body seem real and breakable. It's a move a director like J*ss Wh*don wouldn't allow because it's gross and unsexy. Like people can be sometimes.
Gif credit: @lokihiddleston
Here's where all of this has been leading. Seven years and five directors later, Wanda gets to look like a human being. Cracked lips, tired eyes, greasy hair, face blotchy. It doesn't get more real than that. I hope Elizabeth Olsen enjoyed looking like this on screen, because I sure loved watching it.
P.S.
While searching for Elizabeth's quote, I found this very well-written article on postfeminism in Hollywood and the problematic handling of Black Widow, Scarlet Witch, and Mystique.
#Mundie says things#marvel meta#wanda maximoff#multiverse of madness#scarlet witch#Mundie learns how to use the cut feature instead of making her followers scroll through 1000 words of meta
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is this going to be explicit? can you give out what kinda warnings it will have? 👀 im so fucking excited, i saw the tags and i was like OOO THIS IS A FIC
Okay serious note:
It will be explicit. There will be warnings of paraphilia, obsession, posession, violence, and the smut will be explicit unlike my other fics.
Wanted to come out of the comfort zone u kno.
but
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ALL ABT IMMORTAL WEAKLING ! - pinned message
WELCOME TO MY IMMORTAL WEAKLING FANBLOG!!
This blog is to inform people on the WONDERS!! of immortal weakling >:)
What is Immortal Weakling?
Immortal Weakling is a Webtoon Originals webcomic series created by author Yaruno and artist Civen :D the Canvas version was released in 2018 (iirc!) and the originals version came out in 2022.
Okay, but what is it about??
Woah!!! i was getting to that.......... 🙄🙄 Immortal Weakling is essentially about main characters Tai (black hair) and Nerin (orange hair) venturing to become heroes in an MHA-esque world!! The actual webtoon description is this:
In a world dominated by powerful heroes, Tai is unkillable -- and that's his greatest weakness. He is the only person alive who can heal any injury, but he also can't fight, can't grow, and can't accept his own limitations. So how can Tai live up to his dream of becoming the greatest hero? But society's heroes have grown complacent, and someone is looking to topple the world order. Now Tai and Nerin, a powerful but insecure telekinetic, must hone their skills and take on the threats that lurk in the shadows. Their worldwide journey will have them fighting villains and even heroes -- can an immortal weakling ever save the day?
Why should I read it though...🤨
Because it's super cool and awesome obviously!!🙄 Do YOU like MHA, but don't like how they portray teens & just some characters and also the fandom?! Do you like superheroes in modern-day society?!! Do you like character development?!?!!?!!??! WELL!!!
Immortal weakling basically only has adults, portrays them all very coolly 😎😎 and has literally almost no fandom on social media!! It also has very cool pacing, very nice art, a whole bunch of character development waiting to happen, and a whole LOT of superheroes in modern-day society 😎 (Also a really kind and good at writing author + good at drawing artist!)
Where can I read it?
You can read it on the webtoon website: https://www.webtoons.com/en/super-hero/immortal-weakling/list?title_no=2733&page=3
And here are the creator's social media pages to keep you updated!
Yaruno: https://twitter.com/yarunogl?lang=en
https://www.instagram.com/yarunogl/
(posts every time there's an update for IW or his other series End of Maat)
Civen: https://www.facebook.com/CivenArtworks (not very active but their art is really cool :D)
https://www.instagram.com/civen_art/ (also inactive but more art)
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tldr: i made this blog to convince others 2 read immortal weakling bc its rlly cool!! im js going to be posting screenshots of the funny ha ha images i find while rereading the webtoon once a week maybe :) thx for reading!
EDIT: side note! ask box will always be open for anything related to IW you want to share! :D (like questions and opinions and stuff lol)
EDIT2: im attempting to add descriptions for each photo i post to make it more accessible! please tell me if i can improve the descriptions at all. :)
#immortal weakling#webtoon originals#webtoon#superheroes#webcomic#webcomics#comics#comic#comic art#immortal weakling webtoon#iw#webtoon series#indie comics#indie series
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I don't have much to add to the Gamora and shipping comments however I do want to suggest for anyone wanting to keep their spirits up it's a good idea to avoid places like Twitter, reddit and reading comments on YouTube. There can often be a lot of nastiness as well as unchecked sexism and racism. Recently with the new live action The Little Mermaid I've seen a lot of men, particularly white men pushing the idea any random white lady would have been a more worthy Ariel and love interest. It reads oddly similar to the Gamora could just be exchanged comments people have been mentioning to you. I find keeping a tight close knit bubble is best when wanting to not deal with that kind of thing all the time. Your blog has been especially nice to visit I must add.
On a happier note for any Gamora and Nebula lovers, if you watch vol 2 to Endgame you can really see their bond grow and the parallels between how much Nebula and Peter both love Gamora so much. Nebula said all she wanted was a sister and Gamora came through for her in IW. After she was taken both Nebula and Peter only had one thing on their mind and that was getting Gamora back. They both attacked Thanos and asked where Gamora was. Their own safety was secondary to making sure she was okay and Nebula told Thanos you should have killed me. In Endgame Nebula shoots her past self without hesitation to save Gamora. The love Nebula has for her sister and Peter has for her as the woman he loves is really beautiful. People can ship who they want and create whatever headcanons but you can't be true to who Peter or Nebula are and ignore what Gamora means to them or gotg. There's no need to treat Gamora badly or pretend her influence on everything doesn't exists to have fun and be creative in fandom.
cardinal rule of engaging with anything on the internet is never go into the youtube comments, tbh. and seconding that leaving twitter has been instrumental in my peace and happiness online, so — anon is right.
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hello… tulip anonie here and she’s not okay :’D your latest drabble gave me so many feelings and now i’m still trying to cope here, a few hours later </3
i kid you not i actually have been having this question that i wanted to ask you this past week and i just haven’t got the chance to so it was just sitting on my notes app. I wanted to ask :
in that drabble with his ex, you mentioned that “he almost lost you once, and he won’t let that happen again”. was it when he forgot the movie date? or was it something else?
listen- i knew that their love is not fragile BUT BOY I COULD NOT BE MORE WRONG. but he was so scared in that frogotten movie date drabble and you never really mentioned their worse conflict than that one, so i couldn’t help but assume it was that one so i wanted to ask you 🥺 and my patience (more like lack of time 😅) just did me a great favor <3
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*sigh* this drabble ruined me yet heal the wounds that i didn’t even realize were there.
“then why are you giving up on me? am i becoming a burden?” — he has never felt this much loathing for himself and his weaknesses.
and suddenly all the drabbles about oc being insecure hit me all at once, i want to hug them so bad, protect this little bean at all costs please jungkookaaaa 😭❤️🩹
“all the other people waiting in line for ___.”
i seriously needed to pause after i read this and cried into my pillow.
“you already own this book but this one got a different cover, see? it’s hardback? they say it’s a limited edition.”
as a book lover i can’t explain how this NOT little gesture means. i love him i love him i love him.
this is my favorite excerpt:
fuck giving you space. he wants drown himself in you and never come up for air. he selfishly wishes to be the first and the last person you fall in love with.
“i tried living without you like you wanted- but i can’t-” you hiccup in between small sobs on the other line. “i love you, jungkook. i can’t live carrying around all this love with me. it’s too heavy…”
ARTEMIS AT THIS POINT HOW CAN I READ WITH TEARS IN MY EYES
i really really trully love oc. all this time i thought oc and jk are equally lucky to have each other’s love but after this, i can’t help but think that kookie is the lucky one.
“going to build a life with you. i’ll build furniture, and they’re going to be ours.”
artemis… my hopeless romantic ass really can’t take this. how am i supposed to find love after this?
ooooooh and the tannies cameo in this one?!? you represent their characters and relationships with jungkook perfectly. couldn’t ask for better interactions :’)
oh!! and i listened to All your days by Shallou. That song reminds me of jk and oc after this drabble. And the vibe also feels like relief and peace and yearning and it has been my favorite song for a long time and now it reminds me of iw!couple and i can’t help but love it even more ♡
have a wonderful day artemis! thank you for existing 🤍
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hello my dearest tulip anonie 🌷🫂
yeah i’m sorry it took me quite some time to reveal it 🥺 i wanted to explore oc and jungkook’s personalities more myself before i wrote it, make it feel like a puzzle piece that completes a picture. not sure if i succeeded and i was still nervous to post it but i feel like i did it at the right time :")
AHHH I LOVELOVELOVE WHEN U SHARE UR FAVORITE PARTS
broke my heart imagining oc ask those questions. please do give them a big hug i’m sad they didn’t get any while going through all that 😭
taehyung was so real and so sick for that HONESTLYSFHFDHHD i went 😖 every time i read it while editing
OMG THE BOOK :((( i have a tiny secret about it i don’t know when i’ll be able to subtly reveal 🧐
i really really trully love oc. all this time i thought oc and jk are equally lucky to have each other’s love but after this, i can’t help but think that kookie is the lucky one.
jk will definitely agree with you in this one though >:(
hehe thank you so much my love i had lots of fun including them in this one it felt like the perfect opportunity 🥹
TULIP ANONIEEEE THE LYRICS OF THIS ONE </3 it fits them so right thank you for sharing your favorite song i will be listening to it lots :") and for everything really! ilysm 💗💗💗
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Infinity War Part 2
Word Count: 2582
A/N: Oh, damn, she do be a short one! Also, IW feels and spoilers (if for some reason you still haven’t seen it, and if so, get on that shit!). Also also, crap. I have to rewatch Endgame to be able to write the next few parts. Imma go scream into the abyss real quick. Enjoy! (And just a quick note: the Not-Chitauri are actually called Outriders according to the MCU Wiki, but there’s no way any of the characters in the story (Stephanie in particular as it’s her POV) would know that, so when it says “Not-Chitauri”, just know that they’re called Outriders)
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Status Report:
Where was I? Oh, yeah. Aliens were invading Wakanda, I got a new suit (three of them, actually), I didn’t knock Steve into the next millennium… yeah, I think we’re all caught up here. I’m sorry for the wait. Things got really intense, and I couldn’t bring myself to write for a while (you’ll understand why later). Now, on to the good stuff.
ANYWAY, all of us loaded onto these hover-boat things (Wakandan technology is truly amazing), and Rose said, “How we looking, Bruce?”, into her earpiece, so he replied, “Yeah, I think I’m getting the hang of it,” then flew past the boat me and Steve were standing on and landing while letting out an excited yelp because he was ironically wearing the Hulk Buster armor from the Wanda Fiasco during the Ultron thing, which was actually kind of cute.
He said, “Wow! This is amazing, man! It’s like being the Hulk without actually-…,” then proceeded to trip over a large rock and face plant into the dirt, making me let out a snort and Okoye shoot a judgmental look at him as her boat passed (I wanna be like her when I grow up). He said he was okay, then Rhodey and Sam flew overhead, Rhodey saying, “I’ve got two heat signatures breaking through the tree line,” as the two of them went to join the large Wakandan army awaiting orders.
A larger man whom I was told was named M'Baku was leading who I assumed were the Jabari in a tribal chant (Jess gave me a rundown of Wakanda’s LOOOOOONG history on FaceTime once), then he quieted them to shake hands with T'Challa, who said, “Thank you for standing with us,” and M'Baku replied, “Of course, brother,” in Xhosa, the language of Wakanda (I’ve been learning, but I can only understand simple phrases so far). The girl alien from before and a beefy (presumably) male alien walked right up to the barrier, so Steve, Nat, T'Challa, and I walked down to greet them. Nat said, “Where’s your other friend?”, referring to the alien she stabbed in the train station, and the girl replied, “You will pay for his life with yours. Thanos will have that stone,” so Steve said, “That’s not gonna happen,” me adding, “Not in a million light years, Girlfriend.”
T'Challa said, “You are in Wakanda now. Thanos will have nothing but dust and blood,” so the girl said, “We have blood to spare,” then lifted her spear with a grunt, and the giant ship things started moving. Our little group joined the rest of the army, and Bucky said, “They surrender?”, so Steve said, “Not exactly,” then T'Challa began to lead the Wakandans in a Xhosa chant when he noticed movement in the trees. All at once, a whole heard of aliens burst through the trees and came charging towards the barrier. Jess said, “What the hell?”, and Nat said, “We must’ve pissed her off,” which made me smirk slightly. The aliens (which were definitely not Chitauri, because they were bigger and nastier looking, though they did look similar) tried to claw through the barrier, but that either rid them of their limbs or their torsos (obviously killing them, which was not a pleasant thing to witness).
Okoye said, “They’re killing themselves,” then a few of them started making it through the barrier, so T'Challa told his warriors to arm themselves, then they opened fire on the Not-Chitauri (that’s the best name I could come up with for them) with their electric spears, Bucky and Bruce joining in with an automatic rifle and repulsor rays respectively while Sam flew in overhead and deployed his drones to thin out the crowd. He yelled, “You see the teeth on those things?”, and Rhodey said, “All right, back up, Sam. You’re gonna get your wings singed,” then dropped some bombs on them, causing those who hadn’t made it through the barrier to start circling around the outside.
Bruce said, “Cap, if these things circle the perimeter and get in behind us… there’s nothing between them and Vision,” so Steve replied, “Then we better keep ‘em in front of us,” and Okoye asked, “How do we do that?”, making T'Challa say, “We open the barrier,” before touching his earpiece and saying, “On my signal, open North-West Section 17,” with a determined look on his face. I heard a woman say over the line, “Requesting confirmation, My King. You said open the barrier?”, and he repeated, “On my signal,” prompting M'Baku to say, “This will be the end of Wakanda,” earning Okoye’s response of, “Then it will be the noblest ending in history,” and a smirk from me. Steve opened his new shield gloves (which looked pretty badass), T'Challa shouted at his warriors to put down their shields in Xhosa, then shouted in English, “Wakanda forever!”, and put on his mask, so all of the warriors let out a battle cry, and everyone started charging towards the barrier.
I saw a sliver of barrier open, and both Steve and T'Challa charged ahead before jumping over a small river and starting their attacks, so I went icy and flew around shooting ice spears at the approaching hoard of Not-Chitauri, occasionally landing and fighting melee style the old fashioned way, my new suit accommodating my movements and powers just as Shuri said it would (which felt awesome). I noticed an alien knocked Bucky’s rifle away and was about to get him, so I went icy and bodychecked the sucker away from him before stabbing it through the head and heart with icicles. I helped him up, and he said, “Thanks, Steph,” so I replied, “No problem, Buckaroo,” and mock-saluted before going off on my own again.
Eventually, all of our strongest fighters (including myself) were getting dog-piled by the aliens, and Bruce yelled, “There’s too many of them!”, but just when we thought we were goners, a familiar-looking rainbow exploded onto the scene, then an ax lit up with electricity flew out of it and took down a whole bunch of the suckers, freeing up me, Steve, Bruce, and T'Challa. The rainbow faded away to reveal Thor with short hair, an anthropomorphic tree, and a raccoon standing on its hind legs while holding a large gun and wearing a shirt and pants. I flew over to Steve to help him up, then Bruce laughed while yelling, “You guys are so screwed now!”, which made me roll my eyes, even though there was a smile a mile wide on my face. Thor yelled, “Bring me Thanos!”, then sprinted forward and showed off some power that I didn’t even know he had, but I wasn’t going to complain about it.
Steve and I were kicking some ass while Thor was slicing and dicing with his new ax nearby, so when we had a little bit of a break, Steve said, “New haircut?”, and Thor replied, “Notice you’ve copied my beard,” while gesturing to his own, making Steve gesture at his in a “yeah” kind of way. I smiled and said, “Glad to have you back, Thor,” so he said, “Glad to be back, Lady Stephanie,” then smiled back before saying, “By the way, this is a friend of mine, Tree,” and gesturing at the walking tree I mentioned earlier with his ax, who happened to have his arm impaled through three aliens. The tree thing yelled, “I am Groot!”, so Steve (ever the polite one), gestured to himself and me while he said, “I am Steve Rogers. And this is Stephanie Carter,” making me wave slightly and say, “Hello,” only slightly confused by the fact that there was a talking tree (I’ve dealt with weirder things in the last 6 years, believe me).
Gigantic wheel things (I honestly have no idea what they were, but they were terrifying as shit) broke through the ground and started plowing through everything, so I flew up and tried to push them away from the army, but to no avail. I joined Okoye and Nat in their fighting, and just when we were about to be plowed over, Wanda came out of nowhere and stopped the wheel things that were coming at us with her powers. A hoard of Not-Chitauri started coming for us, but she threw her arms behind her and sent the wheel things at them instead. Nat and I smirked, and Okoye put her spear down while saying, “Why was she up there all this time?”, with an unamused look on her face, which made me laugh slightly (again, I want to be her when I grow up).
Sam said, “Guys, we got a Vision situation here,” and Steve said, “Somebody get to Vision!”, so Bruce said, “I got him!”, and Wanda said, “On my way,” before getting hit in the face by the girl alien. The girl said, “He’ll die alone. As will you,” so Nat said, “She isn’t alone,” making her look up to see me, Nat, and Okoye surrounding her. I held myself in a fighting stance and said, “No one messes with my daughter and gets away with it. Especially not an extraterrestrial bitch,” making her let out a battle cry before starting her assault.
I heard Bruce say, “Guys! Vision needs backup now!”, but I was preoccupied with the girl alien and couldn’t respond. Eventually, all three of us were knocked down, but I got back up to keep fighting only to be pinned to the ground with a sword at my neck. Wanda lifted her off of me just in time, and into an oncoming wheel thing, killing her instantly and splattering me in the face with blue blood. I sat up slightly, then after breathing hard for a couple of seconds, I said, “Okay, that was gross,” making Wanda and Nat let out slight chuckles.
She left to go find Vision, then I heard Steve say over comms, “Everyone, on my position. We have incoming,” so we all found Steve in a little grove of trees, and all of them were moving even though there wasn’t any wind, which made Nat say, “What the hell?”, and me say, “You said it, Sister,” her smirking slightly in response. A portal opened up, then a giant, bald, purple man wearing a golden gauntlet on his very large left hand stepped through it, making an icy chill run through me at the realization that the new challenger was Thanos (kind of ironic, but whatevs).
Bruce said, “Cap. That’s him,” so Steve opened his shields again and said, “Eyes up. Stay sharp,” before all of us charged him. He made Bruce phase through him and into the rocks with the Space Stone, sent Steve to the side with the Power Stone, then caught T'Challa by the throat and sent him to the ground with a punch to the head, which made me realize how juiced up on the Stones Thanos really was. I only looked over my shoulder for half a second to see Wanda using her magic on Vision’s stone, and my heart broke for her before I turned my focus back to Thanos.
He sent Sam spiraling to the ground, he almost turned Rhodey into a pancake, he sent Bucky, Jess, and Okoye flying, he pinned me and Nat under rock spires (which wasn’t very fun), and he broke free of Groot’s tree roots. Steve charged in to go toe-to-toe with him, and he managed to hold the gauntlet open for a solid 15 seconds before getting socked in the face and crumpling to the ground, which made me let out a sob, because there was no way he could have survived a hit that hard right in the face, even if he was a super soldier.
Wanda managed to destroy the Mind Stone, but Thanos used the Time Stone to undo it, making me smack my head against the ground in defeat, but while he did that, Bruce was removed from the rocks, the rocks trapping Nat and I were taken away, and Steve definitely wasn’t dead (though I wasn’t completely sure that he had died in the first place, because I couldn’t get up and check due to the rocks that were on top of me). He ripped the stone out of Vision’s head after knocking Wanda away, and I felt my blood turn to actual ice and my stomach churn when I saw the color drain from Vision’s body quicker than you could blink.
Thanos dropped Vision’s body on the ground and put the stone in his gauntlet, then after a few seconds, he got hit in the chest with lightning, making me smile slightly. Thor chucked his ax at him, and even though Thanos used all six stones to try and hold it back, the ax kept going and lodged itself in Thanos’ chest (that’s one powerful weapon there (no offense to Mjölnir, wherever she might be)). Just when I thought it was over, Thanos lifted his arm, then snapped his fingers, making my eyes widen at the thought of what he could have done with that snap.
The gauntlet started smoking, and Thor said, “What did you do? What did you do?!”, but Thanos teleported away without saying anything, leaving no trace of his presence except for the purple blood stain on Thor’s ax (ew). I ran over to help Steve up, and he said to Thor, “Where’d he go? Thor. Where’d he go?”, then I heard Bucky say, “Steve?”, so both he and I turned to see Bucky disintegrate right in front of our eyes, making Jess freeze with a look of horror on her face.
She said, “Bucky?! No!”, then knelt where his ashes were before starting to cry. She sobbed, “I just got you back! I just got you back!”, then looked up at me with tears streaming down her face and said, “Steph? What just happened?!”, before she disintegrated as well, her ashes mixing with Bucky’s, making my blood start running cold again because I just started realizing that Thanos’ endgame was much more sinister than I had first thought. Steve and I knelt where our friends had once been, put a hand on the ground each, then shot confused and broken looks at Thor, who still said nothing.
I heard Okoye shouting in Xhosa and Rhodey calling Sam’s name, then I heard Wanda weakly say, “Mom?” (which scared me enough as it is because I’ve never asked her to call me Mom before), so I turned to see that she was kneeling by Vision’s corpse with an utterly defeated and heartbroken look on her face. She started disintegrating, too, making me whisper, “Wanda?”, get up, and sprint over to her, but I was too late, and she dissolved into a pile of ash, making me kneel where she once had, put my hands on the ground, whisper, “No…,” and start sobbing quietly.
Steve came to my side, then after rolling Vision’s body over, he plopped down on the ground beside me and pulled me onto his lap in a vain attempt to comfort me. Nat came sprinting over, but she stopped dead at the sight of Vision’s body. Rhodey said, “What is this? What the hell is happening?”, but Steve could only say, “Oh, God,” while I kept sobbing silently into his chest because I was so broken that his loving embrace that usually calmed me down wasn’t helping at all. That’s gonna be all for now. Bye, everyone.
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💕 reader turns into a baby and obsessed with Bucky. Awww 🥺
Infant Issues
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warnings; fluff, morgan definitely being tony’s kid, biting, swearing, spoilers for IW and Endgame, mention of the blip, childish behaviour from adults, terrible humour (I really am sorry), spoiler for WV, mention of age gap, kinda a crossover, an absolute mess 😂
“Morgan?” Bucky frowned, as the girl tried to speed past him. It was not wise for anyone to allow the mischievous child run around the compound alone, she always got up to nothing but trouble, and there was such a glazing in her brown eyes.
She didn’t spare him a glance, instead, she bolted, causing the super soldier to sigh. He would have went after her if there weren’t already footsteps recurring from the path that she had just came from; it was his father. It so happened that there was a bundle of joy in his arms, crying like the sudden crack of dawn.
“What were you going to do, wait another five years to tell everyone about this one, Stark?” Bucky asked with a chuckle, though the cries from the infant muted at the sound of his voice. The child wiggled in Tony’s grasp, trying her utmost to reach out for the vibranium armed hero.
“She’s not my daughter, if she was, I think me and you would be having conversations.” Tony’s words spurred a frown to combust out onto Barnes’ face, and the billionaire sighed, shifting the baby so that the baby was in Bucky’s arms.
The child cooed up at him, her eyes were a baby blue, sure to avert possibly into a different colour once she grew elder. “Look, I didn’t ask if I could hold her, she’s cute, but why do you-“
“Morgan did it.” Tony willingly blamed his own daughter. With her various experimentations, she was definitely taking after him. He’d be sure to keep this one quiet from Pepper, otherwise he was almost certain that he’d be banned from bringing Morgan on expeditions to the compound.
“I though y/n was supposed to be watching her.” Stated the enhanced soldier, cocking his head at the information that he recalled. He promptly remembered you abandoning him half way through training the newbie recruits, because Happy was dropping Morgan off, and you had offered watch over her, despite the associate being there.
“She was, and now you’re going to have to watch over her.” Tony pointed specifically to the child in his arms, and that was when realisation hit Bucky. He gulped, breathing through his nose to calm himself, as all the pieces clicked perfectly together.
This was not just a child - it was you. As he gazed down at you, he could finally see the pouted expression that would fixate upon your face when you paid attention to him when you were drunk, there was a glazing over your eyes as you raised your small and innocent hands, scraping down the stubble of his chin, as you curled further into his arms.
“I am going to kill you.” He steadily spoke, huffing as Sam went to walk past, but stopped himself when he saw the bundle of joy that was content in the brooding soldier’s arms.
“What the hell! Did you and y/n have a baby or something without telling anyone?” Oh, how he wished those were the circumstances, and if the pair of you were to ever have a child together, then he would be impartial to the idea of doing so.
"This is not my child, it's y/n, thanks to Stark over there." He bounced you in his arms, he even felt a small dribble of spit seep through his shirt, but he didn't mind, not as his icy glare was intently prized upon the philanthropist.
"Hey, it was my daughter's fault, not mine!" Tony excused himself from the blame, holding his palm against his chest, as he received as such. Sam ogled at him for a second, before returning his attention back into Bucky, and little you.
He came forwards, reaching his hand towards you, keening as you went to grasp his. As you did so, a smile broke out upon the man’s face, until it contorted into a sharp frown, the noise of a yelp escaping from his lips. “That little bitch bit me.”
“Language.” Steve rounded the corner, his golden brows raising when he saw the infant contently resting in his best friend’s arms. “Did you and y/n have a baby without telling us?”
“That’s what I said!” Sam beckoned to the blonde, as he averted a strong gaze to you and your normal sized partner. "Until she bit me, it reminds me of that time that I tried to steal her fries."
"I don't see why your complaining." Bucky rolled his eyes, bracing you up straighter so that your forehead was pressed lightly against his shoulder. "I'm the one whose partner is an actual child."
"Yeah, tell me about it." Sam rolled his eyes in reference to how you were beforehand, before Steve cut in, directing his leading tone towards the men that were stood idly by.
"What actually happened?" Tony found his enquiry to be an opportunity to avert the fault from himself; how lucky indeed was it that Steve asked such a thing.
"Technically it's your fault capsicle. Morgan found your prototype of your unsuccessful time machine. As you can see, she turned into a baby, much like Lang. And if you want to push the blame off of yourself, blame these two for their asses disappearing."
"Hey, if I wanted to disappear, I wouldn't have made such a dramatic exit. I'd have just left for my sister's." Crossing his arms, Sam shook his head at the man that was not wearing his iron suit. He was unable to take any responsibility, unless it was for his genius brain wave of creating the true transportation for the time heist.
"Well I'm going to keep that noted for any future repercussions." Oh, how Wilson regretting mentioning that now.
"You left it out, within your daughter's reach." Bucky quirked his brow, as he prepared to head towards the storage of the private laboratory that was shared between the two science bros.
"Technically, that was the big green guy." Bucky vouched not to listen to Stark, instead, he continued to walk, leaving the three other men in his rear view, though for the most part, he could still hear them bickering.
"Maybe we should turn you into a baby, I doubt much would change."
"Maybe we should turn you into a baby, I doubt much would change." Tony mimicked Steve, thus only proving his point. He was certainly a man that enjoyed pressing people's buttons, it was a shining attribute of the once playboy, and god, did it annoy the hell out of Barnes.
As he entered the laboratory, he found the lab to be in a state of havoc. "Hey, it wasn't me this time." Scott laughed, as he used an extinguisher against the frayed machine, that was blubbering sparks from its ruined exterior.
"Smash!" A small green child, wearing glasses that were far too big for him, ran across the room, followed shortly by a child with long blonde hair wrapped up in a red cape, as though it were some kind of makeshift diaper.
"Explain." Bucky bluntly stated, clenching his jaw, as he cooed lightly at your cries that pierced the air. He bounced you in his arms, not quite certain of what he was supposed to do.
In his time, there wasn't exactly an education system to teach the men going to war how to parent, or even care for a child. A part of him panicked; it was you, he hated seeing you cry in general, but now he couldn't attempt to find out the cause for your falling tears.
"Aw is that y/n?" The man half dressed in his ant man suit asked, a bright smile on his face, as he reached out to hold you. To say Bucky was hesitant to pass you to him was an understatement. "I have a daughter, I've looked after a baby before."
"From jail?" The white wolf asked, as he heard a crash exhibit from the connecting room, obviously being the fault of the two most destructive avengers, or at least, their little versions. Being aged down was definitely certification for trouble, everyone knew that.
"Okay I wasn't in there for that long." Scott reassured him, he picked up a bottle of milk from the table, handing it to the metal armed man, whom had never fed a child before. He found himself, cautiously, keeping a watchful eye, passing you over to the former criminal, intently watching every movement that the man made.
Lange simply fed you. "Always thought you and y/n would have a cute baby, imagine its- oh yeah, well after all that stuff that happened with vision and SWORD, we thought it best to destroy any technology that was recovered from the old base. This part survived, and well, I went into its- okay, you don't want to hear the science, but basically Thor insisted he could break it with his hammer, albeit whilst I was inside of it, and it sent energy around the room that turned them into pubescent children."
"I can see that it did nothing to you. And I thought Morgan did it.”
"I was so relieved, lucky I- wait, was that an insult?" Bucky remained primitively silent, and that answered Scott's question. The hero sighed, as you finished nursing, and your arms reached for Bucky, to whom he passed you to. “And I lied...”
He literally blamed a five year old for the screw up of grown men. Tony was going to thrive off this information, whence he knew that his daughter was in fact not the culprit.
"What do we do now?" He was eager to find a cure for this betrothed science. Those whom were responsible for your decrease in age, well, one was running around the compound, and the other, well, he was even younger than Morgan currently.
"You could wait twenty years, I mean you two already have quite a big age gap, and please don't kill me. I'm not sure that Cap would approve, I am a vital source to the team!"
"I'm not going to kill you tic tac. Or at least not at least until we fix these three."
"Phew." Scott wiped his brow, blowing air from his mouth. "Wait thre- oh yeah, the little guy carrying the hammer that is bigger than himself, and the
"Okay, we need someone smarter." Bucky sighed heavily, as he hugged you in thought. "You tried hitting it again with the hammer?"
"Oh my god, I could be worthy!" Gasped Scott, running off to the next room, only to come back limping, a pained expression on his face. "Little Asguardian bastard hit me!"
Bucky contained his smirk, and instead passed you to Lang, venturing into the other part of the lab, finding that Bruce was asleep, a blob of snot hanging from his nose, he could see the hammer in the middle of the room, almost as though it were waiting for him to attempt grabbing the handle, and Thor was-
The minuscule god jumped from one of the shelves, wrapping his arms around the front of Bucky’s neck, as he put all his weight on the super soldier’s back. In all practicality, Thor was strangling him, and Bucky tapped his arm, trying to convince him to let go.
“I know who Noobmaster69 is.” Thor quirked his head, lessening his hold, as he promptly awaited his now older friend to continue. “It’s, its- his name is Wade Wilson.”
“Wilson!” No, gosh no. Bucky stood completely, making sure to keep Thor in the vicinity, he needed him to be so so that he could reverse the affects on the son of Odin.
“Not Sam. Wade.” He had never met the man before, but god did he seem like a dick. When the pair of you were getting a taxi, the driver Dopinder just could not shut up about his friend, who liked to wear red, and had a kink for unicorns.
Wade certainly sounded like a weird one, but right now, his pass time was getting Thor to pick up that hammer. “Where can I find this Wade?” It practically left his mouth as a hiss, if the imagery and proven death supposed otherwise, he’d possibly think it was Loki instead.
“I will tell you, if you pick up that hammer, and hit it against that old machine. Got it buddy?”
“It’s name is Stormbreaker!” Bellowed the norseman, who tried to slide off his back, but Bucky kept a hold of his legs, refraining him from going anywhere. “Get peter to do it, I don’t want to play that game anymore!”
“Uuh, hi Mr Barnes...” That voice, oh he knew it, and the majority of the time it irritated him, he was Tony's little pet. “And, baby avengers?”
“Don’t ask kid.” Peter nodded, as he went to reach for a spanner. “Can you pick the hammer up, are you worthy?”
“Am I worthy?” He wondered aloud, his eyes fixated on the hammer, as he stepped towards it, holding his hand out, and clasping his palm around the handle, it feeling weightless in his grip, as he picked it up without effort. “Oh my god (it’s Robert Downey Junior)!”
“Great, now take it out there, I’ll deal with these two. And don’t do anything yet.” He was certainly feeling like a sergeant, throwing all the orders to the others, Peter complied, carrying the hammer as though it were an empty duffel.
“Can I try?” Instantly, after Peter passing it to him, Scott had such hope, until the force of gravity hit, and it fell on his foot, causing a light scream to ripple through his throat. “Get it off, get it off!”
Peter did so, as Bucky kept Thor on his shoulders, and grabbed a hold of Bruce’s chubby little ankle, dragging him into the other room. “Shit he’s heavy.” He saw that you were sat in the grand spinny chair, making Bucky relived that you weren’t in Lang’s arms as he attempted to have a moment of worthiness.
“What’d you do, go all Winter soldier on his ass and knock him out?!” Half screamed the prodigy of Hank Pym.
“Of course not, I think Thor did it.”
“Oh yeah, blame the kid because I did the same.”
“Put your suit from Stark on kid, unless you want to become a fetus.” Bucky ignored Scott for the moment,
“I got Hope to send her outfit, it will stretch to accommodate you, but I also think it would hug your shape nicely.”
“That was fast.” Muttered Peter, and Bucky shook his head, eyeing the outfit with weird eyes.
“I’m crazy, but not crazy enough to wear that.” Sighing, he grasped it in his hands, walking to the other room to squeeze into it. He noticed you watching, and thus he turned the chair around so that you couldn’t see anything. Little did he realise until he came out, that you had spun it around again, and was giggling. “Don’t laugh at me, or you won’t be allowed to see it when you’re returned to normal.”
A pout settled on your small lips, and it appeared as though you were getting ready to cry again, but before you could do so, a distraction intervened. An uninvited, and confusing one.
“Stop. Can I just say, that is some cruel declaration for the both of you, you’re my fave ship, after me and Hugh Jackman of course, but he doesn’t even know that this version of me exists.” A newfound imposter called out, his arms raised in the air. Leather gloves crinkled as he twitched his fingers, his white eyes freaking Scott the fuck out. “May I join you on this journey? I read about you guys in comics. And can I just say, I want to see these hunks and that hottie all grown up.”
“You want to see me go Winter Soldier on someone Lang?” Bucky gritted his teeth, prepared to murder this man for ever posing such words about you into the open air. Him speaking obviously drew some attention to him though, but it was not his rage that was mentioned, instead, it was his attire- or well, Hope’s.
“Nice suit Buck Buck. Can you do a twirl for me, I wanna see if it competes with America’s ass. Damn, does that man have some buns on him.”
“I know right!” Scott eagerly agreed, earning a smack in the nuts, to which had made him close to crumbling.“You had to use the metal hand, didn’t you.” Whimpered the Ant to the false Wasp, clamping his hands over his goods as he half hunched over. “I thought you often forgot to use it coz your right handed.”
“You’re on my left.” Gross, he sounded like Sam.
“Who the hell are you?” Thor spoke, and it felt familiar on his tongue. It was as though he had asked an enemy the same thing before...
“I, am Noobmaster69.”
“Hi, I’m Peter. Oh, we’re using our made up names, I thought Sam said it was that guy from that tech place.” Peter scratched his head through the mask, providing a small verbal distraction, as Thor willingly set himself free, launching at the intruder, whilst snatching the hammer from a suited up Peter.
“Aaasrrrghh.” He screamed like a true deity of the vikings.
“Thor, no!” Lang screamed, knowing that he’d have to come up with another excuse. The cameras had been fused whence Thor had first struck the hammer in the room, and it abused the guy in the red suit as he went for his legs, attacking the friend of Dopinder.
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noo scorpios r sooo emotional and stressed out frazzled ppl (husband/mom/sisters are scorpios) however October libras tend to be okay, level headed enough, kinda flighty, unique ppl. IMO!! Zodiac to me is not necessarily that impt just something fun to do. I am Libra in two of my big 3 👁️👄👁️
also saw that ask earlier about hebi dying at the end and while it would be juicy it would just be fucked up just like regular JJK which I’m like … distancing myself from because it’s exhausting watching this mess unfold for seemingly no reason. IW is my JJK canon I even got my husband to read it so I have someone to talk about hebi and gojo with 💜
Love u Maggie hope u feeling better bro 🙌🏼🩵
Oh yeahhh there’s like 20 gazillion types of star signs u can be I remember doing one of those charts a couple yrs ago
Idk between stressed out + frazzled / level-headed + unique idk which describes her more LOL. Perhaps the scene rn isn’t the best but in her prime she is more level headed n chill lmao
And lmg, the whole hebi dying is just a big joke, it’s not serious at all. For ppl reading—I got an ask ages ago asking if she was going to die in Shibuya which I found absolutely HILARIOUS. Like, imagine if I ended IW on this lovely happy note and then said in the author’s notes at the end that it’s canon she gets killed a year after. That would be so bloody insane, it’s just completely ridiculously funny. It’s absolutely not going to happen LMAO, it is purely just… bro. The thought of. Funny asf.
And this is also so so funny. I hope your husband enjoyed my Gojo x reader LMAOOO
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Is it okay to bombard you with a thot I had yesterday on my way home from work? I literally spent a day daydreaming about it but it's still kind of all over the place, so I'm sorry.
Imagine reader is Bucky’s sister. Due to a accident in the timeline nobody knew about her until Dr. Strange is cleaning up the mess and brings her back (post-endgame).
But now she becomes a target of Bucky’s enemies and he and Sam decide that she's best hidden with Steve, who didn't go back in time for good but retired anyways. Think of IW!Steve with the beard and flanel shirt who lives in a cabin in the middle of nowhere.
They hadn't really met before and Steve promises to look after her.
One afternoon, while he's chopping wood, a discussion goes heated (because we all know that Steve is passionate about his views) and he basically rips a log a la age of ultron. And she just goes wide-eyed "wow that was fucking sexy!" and then he proceeds to show her how strong he really is.
And I.... 🤤
Safe With Me
Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader
Word Count: 543
Summary: You are hiding away with Steve and he's either the best roommate there is or the worst...
Author's Note: This is for the HBC's @the-ce-horniest-book-club Candy Hearts Club Event and day 5 (feb 16th): XOXO, Hot Stuff, Fax Me and Crazy 4 U. Again, no candy hearts but the words were my inspo! I love that you shared this with me anon, LOVE THIRSTY THOUGHTS and this is DELISH! It also made me think of my friend Nix's amazing edit that you see here below! OOF! Thank you for sending this my way sweets, hope you have a great evening! HUGS! Enjoy! 💕💕Thank you all so very much for reading and much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by my lovely friend @firefly-graphics thank you bunches 🥰
Warnings: teasing, flirting, sassiness, fluffy spice
EDIT NOT MINE: This beautiful photo is by my lovely friend Nix, you can find her on Insta HERE. ❤️
“Come on sweetheart. I can’t be that bad of a roommate?”
You shield your narrowed eyes from the bright morning sun and consider your answer. Steve drops the axe to the ground and holds your gaze as he rolls up the sleeves of his flannel. You can’t stop your eyes from drifting to the taut muscle that he exposes and the prominent veins running through his arms.
A bead of sweat slides free from his temple and follows the sharp outline of his jaw until it runs down his thick neck. It disappears into the open buttons of his shirt and your tongue darts out to trace the outline of your lips.
“That’s what I thought,” he simpers.
You shift on your feet and place your hands on your hips, huffing under your breath.
“You…you…”
With one hand Steve grabs another large piece of firewood and raises his brow.
“I what?” he asks, taking a step closer.
His distinct scent overcomes you, the smell of warm vanilla mixed with something woodsy filling your senses.
“You’re always asking me where I’m going or what I’m doing or how long I’ll be…it’s like living at home again!”
“I’m keeping you safe,” he states plainly. “That’s my job isn’t it?”
With that he grabs the end of the log and rips it clean in half.
“Fuck,” you mutter.
At your intake of breath he smirks, dropping the two halves and taking the last step to close the space between your bodies.
“Any other complaints?” he murmurs.
His chest brushes yours with his next inhale and you reach up to grab the material of his shirt. His long lashes kiss his cheeks when he looks down and he gently wraps his fingers around your wrists.
“You have sawdust on your collar,” you breathe out. “I was just going to get it off.”
He lifts your hands to his mouth, brushing his lips across your knuckles and pulling you closer.
For a moment you’re too caught up in your haze of lust to make any movements but when he places your hand at his collar you clear your throat and rub your fingers over his shirt. As you keep your eyes on his you slip your hand under the material and brush your fingertips over his warm skin.
“I think I got it all,” you whisper.
“Thanks,” he hums.
“Anytime,” you swallow. “And thanks for taking care of me. I’m sorry if I seem ungrateful. It’s just…”
Your head drops and you fight the urge to bury your face in his broad chest but his strong, calloused fingers caress your cheek until you’re staring back into his clear blue eyes.
“I’m sure it’s hard being cooped up here with me all the time,” he says softly. “Maybe I need to do a better job of taking care of you.”
His last words carry a different tone, one that’s possessive and holds the promise of something sinful. Your chest heaves with the effort to keep your breathing steady and when he tilts his face closer a small moan leaves the back of your throat.
“I have a long list of ways,” he simpers. “Things I’ve been thinking about since the moment I saw you.”
“Do them all,” you plead.
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Tony Stark's thoughts described in the MCU books (part 1)
- Pepper
Tony always knew something was going to happen, during 6 years he has been preparing everything to protect everyone. When Thanos arrives he doesn't know what to do and chooses to get on Maw's ship to keep the danger away from Earth and the people he loves, ready to go into space and face his biggest fear. Pepper calls him and begs him not to get on the ship and to go home. We see Tony, who just wanted to stay with her and have a family, already on the ship, distraught and destroyed not knowing what to say.
In the "Infinity War novelization" we learn that at this very moment he's under a lot of stress. He hears in Pepper's voice that she's terrified and thinks about the worry he had felt a few seconds earlier for Peter when he saw him on that same ship. And it breaks his heart that Pepper is feeling the same thing right now.
- Tony and Peter during IW
We already know that Tony loves Peter and is afraid for him. He has always looked after him and done everything to protect him.
In the "Infinity War novelization" we see exactly what Tony is thinking throughout the journey. He's terrified for Peter.
Seeing him on the ship: "If Tony didn't act quickly, Peter Parker would die. And it would be all his fault."
Seeing him aboard the ship after doing everything to save him from it: "Peter was on this spaceship and that was that. So, he now had to save Strange and then get Peter Parker back on Earth safe and sound."
Seeing the Guardians threatening him: "But how ever much bravado Tony seemed to have, the dread of exactly this moment was laced in his words. He was terrified."
- Tony and Jimmy
Tony is so caring and has the biggest heart. He just always wants everyone to be safe and can't stand it when someone dies or gets hurt in front of his eyes. He always thinks he should have saved them, that's why he spends nights blaming himself for everything. That's why he always makes sure that people don't get hurt during or after the Avengers fights. That's why when he fights he never leaves anyone behind and always finds a way to save everyone.
And this from the very beginning. We already know that Tony was shocked to see innocent people killed at the very beginning of Iron Man 1. And in the "Iron Man novelization" we see especially the horror that Tony saw and experienced with the death of the soldiers and especially Jimmy and how it impacted him. He even noted the watch he was wearing. He care about every single person around him.
- Tony in India
In Homecoming we can see that Tony has been to India and that while he was there he was still watching over Peter, ready to intervene and save him if something happens to him.
In the "Homecoming junior novelization" we know exactly why he went there. He needed to get away from it all and refocus after what happened in Civil War. He lost the family and unity that the team had (and blames himself even though he was the one who fought so hard to keep everyone together). One of his best friend in whom he trusted lied to him and they all betrayed him, he has suffered so much and just.. needed a break.
He deserves so much more support, love, sincere people and serenity in his life.
- His biggest fear
At the end of Infinity War Tony's biggest fear, everything he's been trying to prevent for all these years, comes true. Tony who has always just wanted to keep everyone safe is totally destroyed by this moment. In the "Infinity War novelization" we know exactly what he's thinking.
When he sees Peter disappear: "No, Tony thought. Please, no. Not him. Tony rushed to Peter. "You're all right," Tony assured him, just like he'd done before. Look at me, kid. I'm calm. You're going to be okay, he thought. I'm right here. I'm right here. Just look at me. Tony grasped Peter's shoulder, his eyes locked on his as, with a tiny whisper, Peter turned to dust. "I'm sorry." Tony slammed his hand through where Peter once was. His hand now full of nothing but as hes. Tony willed it to be false. Willed the boy back. Willed another chance to save him. To be there for him. To protect him. To love him."
Here Tony is, alone with Nebula, his biggest fear has become reality and there was nothing he could do about it. The boy he sees as a son died in his arms. And he's stuck here not knowing if his loved ones, his friends, if the love of his life, has survived. "Pepper. Had Pepper survived? How much had he truly lost?"
It's horrible. We see him cry at this moment. Because, it's too much. As RDJ himself said, this event traumatized him to the point that he will never be the same anymore.
- I am Iron Man
At the end of Iron Man during the press conference and despite what the shield had asked him, Tony decides to reveal his identity. It's because he's proud to be Iron Man, to do something that helps the world. But that's not all.
We learn in the "Iron Man novelization" that his revelation is also to to people. He saw what happened with the secrets and lies with his company and decided to put an end to it. He doesn't want any more secrets that will lead to deaths. That's why he didn't keep his identity secret
"He thinks about how lying and deceit from others has brought him to this pass. He has sworn to put an end to that sort of thing".
Tony always takes care of everything and eveyone. To think that some people think it's out of arrogance.. He's always so misjudged and deserves so much better.
- The suit
In "Infinity War: the Hero's Journey", Tony spends time in the lab with Happy. And he describes him what it's like to wear the armor. He implies the emotional weight of all the suffering involved in being Iron Man.
"Happy smiled, then struggled to pull off the gauntlets. They didn't budge. Tony laughed and scooted his stool next to Happy. "Thanks," Happy said. "Don't mention it," Tony replied. "They were heavier than I thought they'd be," Happy said. Tony thought for a moment. "Yeah, they are," he said. His tone turned a touch graver than it had been a moment prior. "The whole suit's heavier than I thought it would be.."
In his life he's always only receiving pain, suffering and horrible traumas. Losses, ptsd, nightmares, insomnia, anxiety attacks, blames, betrayals, physical and psycological pain, health problems, he lost Peter, he got stabbed, he got stuck in space without food or water, he sacrificed everything for everyone even if nobody is there for him..
So few people realize how much he suffer..
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