#as thor look like middle schoolers

[amphibifish]

he's so happy !!!!! he trapped that guy in the gem !!!!!!!

#fish.txt #mdlr god age presentation is so funny cause thors sons look the same age as him (teenagers) and then heimdall and loki who are the same age #as thor look like middle schoolers #the middle schoolers are also arguable the most dangerous ones here minus reiya cause she has to turn into freya to become any real threat #mdlr #sorry i'm just like #looking through screenshots i have of the manga (spoiler alert they're mostly heimdallr)

[floydsmuse]

Meggy dahling, I literally cannot stop thinking about the little crossover thoughts I sent the other night (lol). I had another on the ride home while once again, the appetizer has turned into a meal (lol).

So if we're thinking that the Abbotts run this place and it's also similar to Camp Half Blood and Hogwarts, do you wanna see what the school might look like?? (lol).

Demeter and Dionysus kids and those with earth powers get to stay in a little hilly grove area with little cabins that look like Hobbit holes. Inside, they're so cozy and perfect for the littles with super cozy beds and a well stocked kitchen. The Hobbit holes are perfect because the littles can go and play in the grass on the roof and climb the trees. Since Demeter is a frequent visitor of Cecelia's and comes to help with the herbology and gardening classes, she loves hanging out with the littles. There's always the smell of fresh grass and grapes hanging around too which pleases none other than Mr. Grapes himself (lol).

The grade school kiddos have their own buildings with their own classrooms and they always smell like sage, clean cotton and fresh cut wood. Each room is a different color and can transform accordingly to fit their lessons. The chalkboard drawings come to life whenever the teachers (and the deities) tell the stories that go with them.

The high school is something else and here's where it really starts looking more like Camp Half Blood than anything else. The cabins that hold the children of Ares and Artemis look more like Viking longhouses than anything else, I'm talkin spears, swords and shields on the walls, big rough hewn wooden bunks, animal bones on the walls including a huge bison skull at one end and a stag's skull above the fireplace. There's also bows, arrows and other weapons always ready near the door, but funnily enough in the cozy corner, there's a little basket for the cabin's mascot, a little black Xolo dog named Dante (yes it's probably Dante from Disney's "Coco", lol). As it turns out Dante is Ares's chief messenger since dogs are his sacred critter.

There's plenty of arenas way out of the way for high schoolers to practice wrestling, combat and other martial arts and it's not just the Greeks that join in. Sure, Ares comes once in a while to teach the high schoolers the art of combat, but Guan Yu, Shango Orisha, Montu and Sekhmet also came from China, Nigeria and both from Egypt respectively, to help their friend out (lol). Although it's safe to say that Rhett nearly shit himself when Shango caused an unexpected thunderstorm (lol).

The kiddos who were claimed by the air, thunder, lightning and sky gods and goddesses, have their own little cabin/hidey hole and it's sooooo much fun!!! The beds float way, high up off the ground but thankfully they all have special bed-rails just in case somebody rolls over. They love to play a little game kind of like "Floor Is Lava" except they're literally flying and jumping from bed to bed.

The kiddos of the craftsmen deities all have their own special little hole that they can have free reign of. There's plenty of tables and spaces for woodworking, forging, blacksmithing and also for jewelry making. Some of what they've created are absolutely gorgeous! Two of the high schoolers in the forge had managed to make a necklace for Rhett and wifey's anniversary and it looked like blueberry branches. Hephaestus, Brigid, Ptah, Ogun and Thor, all teach the smithing, woodworking and craftsmenship and their kiddos excel immensely at it.

Oooh but the water kiddos have the best spot in the summer since it's right on the lake. Fall and winter can get a little chilly BUT in the summer it's absolute heaven since summers in Montana are so fuckin hot. A huge dock extends out onto the lake and the kids can just run out to the middle and jump off. They love playing with the creatures that live in the lake and hippocampi rodeo is one of their favorite games (lol). Percy and Annabeth have their kiddos in this cabin and Rhett and wifey literally cannot take their eyes off them for two seconds lest they suffer the consequences (lol).

Kiddos of the fire gods and goddesses have their favorite little hidey holes and they're always warm. Thank God for them because Montana gets wretched wildfires every year and these poor guys have to go out every now and again to run a burn line near the woods (lol). In the winter if the heat goes out in a cabin or house, these guys will gladly take in whoever and it becomes like a giant sleepover.

Meggy I'm gonna have to cut it right there cuz there's just too much to add to this (lol).

omg Mary you sent this in a while ago & i’m just now replying to it! i’m sorry 😅 but to be quite frank, i can’t stop thinking about this crossover you sent either :) it was just too good & i can’t wait to read what else you’ve sent in about it 🥰

ooh! i definitely wanna know what the school looks like! i bet it looks magical! the kids get to stay in little cabins that look like hobbit holes?! oh my, Mary i love it already!! they sound super cozy & warm! i wish i could live in one :) aww Demeter being a frequent visitor & coming to help with herbology and gardening sounds like fun! mr. grapes pls😂 i can’t get over that nickname that you coined for Dionysus!

oh i love these little descriptions of the classrooms, even down to the smell! the rooms being able to change colors according to lesson & that the chalkboard drawings can come to life too?! that sounds insanely awesome! okay wow! but the way you described the high school !! it really is giving me camp half blood vibes fr! aww Dante the dog & him being like the one from the movie coco is adorable! 🥰 i’m a dog lover through & through, so this made me happy that you included him hehe :))

loving all of these activities the kids can do, like wrestling, combat, & martial arts! Ares coming into teach about it is so cool too!!!

“The beds float way, high up off the ground but thankfully they all have special bed-rails just in case somebody rolls over. They love to play a little game kind of like "Floor Is Lava" except they're literally flying and jumping from bed to bed.”

okay but this is super awesome & sounds so fun?!!such a cool idea & something i could totally picture in my head ! oooh! the jewelry making & the part about the high schoolers making Rhett & wifey a little necklace for their anniversary is soooo🥹 i love it !!! also love how each kid comes from a different element, like some could come from air, some thunder, some fire, & some from water! swimming in a lake on a hot summers day just sounds so nice 🥰 & i love that you included the little detail of Percy & Annabeth bringing their kids along! them not having to worry about heat in the winter is just great! i need those guys to come over to my house whenever i happen to lose heat😅😂

Mary, you’ve really outdone yourself! i love this little au & crossover world you’ve created for Rhett, wifey, & the kids !!!! it’s incredible & i loved reading about it :) again sorry for taking a while to reply back to this, but just know i loved it so much & i love you hehe 🥰 until next time my darling 💗

#rhett abbott #outer range #rhett abbott x reader #rhett thoughts/thots <3

[mischief-lies-and-stories]

Reacting to Animated Marvel Shows 6/?

Again, no context for this show. Spoilers for Superhero Squad 1x20 (though on IMDb it's 1x07 so it might be mixed up on Disney+).

I'm afraid of what cliched writing I'm about to get myself into.

Hey, hey, Marvel? Would it kill ya to give us an animated Loki that isn't, or at least doesn't stay, the villain? Just once?

Here comes my boi!

That is a disturbing uhh post-modern industrial take on Cthulu?

THE FUCK IS M.O.D.O.K'S VOICE???

THAT'S STITCH!!!

Oh shit Loki's a little one in this

I mean, they're all kinda chibi-ish, but my boi is YOUNG

FUCK OFF, creature from the black lagoon, only Loki gets to make that stupid pun

I take issue with "wicked" and I take issue with "half-brother". It's "anti-heroic adopted sibling," M.O.D.O.K.

Oh my god, we're going Batman rogues gallery levels of nonstop shitty name-related puns, huh?

Also god I hate the voice this actor is doing for him but it is pretty camp, so I guess it's accurate in that respect.

Whoa Loki flirting with Doom is a very bold choice [please I want to see this in the MCU please]

Characterization? On point. Fight skills? Horrendous. No magic, whatsoever. Voice? Makes me want to chew glass. Like Kronk coming off of helium while starting a sugar rush. Laughter? I'm gonna hit him as hard as I can and I will not resent the consequences, it's so fucking grating. Who is this voice actor and why did they think it was good casting?? At least he has green eyes this time.

Why does he have one of those handheld devices from Cyberchase???

Why is Falcon fighting over a ball with a kid? Sam, it's a game and Reptil is like 15.

Hulk spit it out oh my god

Ironman's like "All right time to stage an unprompted invasion. You know, like how heroes famously always do?" Tony, please stop violating the Geneva Convention

And then Hulk recreated the story of John Henry

Hey guys, where's Loki? He's kinda the whole reason that I'm here. Not that Tony starting a war isn't fascinating and very original...

Tony is warmongering and horny

Tony, you literally watched Thor jump onto her horse and hug her immediately. I'm gonna guess she's not single.

Falcon I am begging you to grow up

Heimdall stop with the Lord of the Rings references

Heimdall is also a voice I recognize. Hang on. Well I was on IMDb for like 10 minutes because the man was in a lot of video games (which is not helpful because I only play Animal Crossing), but the only thing I recognized was that he played Santa/Jolnir in Frost Fight.

Wolverine's voice is so funny!

Fandral! Volstagg!

It has taken me an embarrassingly long time (15 min in) to realize that while Travis Willingham does not voice Thor in this show (I looked that up immediately), he does voice Hulk.

Noooo Volstagg!

Thor: This is your fault. Dad asked me to stop you.

Loki: Yeah, he always loved you best.

Loki, I'm with you, usually, but that's not the point right now. You're leading a fucking coup, you don't exactly get to play the "Daddy's choosing sides" card here.

He's got a point, Thor. It is coming off the "Thor is a baby" schoolyard taunts, but he's not wrong about the inaccurate Elizabethan English.

"Take it back!" Take what back, Thor? That you talk like a middle schooler playing dnd for the first time? He's making an observation, and frankly, the shit I've said about your jargon is ruder than what he did.

Most accurate representation of sibling squabbles, but y'all aren't twelve

I'm SQUAWKING! Never have I been so excited over a typo before.

Doom watching TV Guide is the best joke in this episode

Ruh Roh

#loki #marvel tv shows #superhero squad #superhero squad spoilers #superhero squad 1x20 #animated avengers

[bookwyrminspiration]

Quill, I have book recommendations for you! I have read all of these books and can guarantee that they are at least somewhat enjoyable! Also, if you want to learn more about the books, let me know!

Tarnished are the Stars by Rosie Thor: Sci-Fi novel featuring the son of what is essentially the chief of the law enforcement, a spy for the queen, and an illegal medic. Very interesting book to read, and the romance, while not the focus, is very interesting.

In the Role of Brie Hutchens: Okay, so middle schooler with an obsession with soap operas that has to lie to her religious mother about being awarded a very high honor after being caught looking at some inappropriate pictures of her favorite actress. It’s a lovely queer novel featuring monologues and discovery. The other books by the author are also very good!

Felix Yz: About a kid who fused with a 4th dimensional being when he was 3, and what life is like years later. He has a minor romantic side plot with his crush on his classmate, but not the focus. Also, the author has another book about a trans girl if you are interested!

The other boy: doesn’t go with the stereotype of a trans guy hating sports and instead has the main character be a part of the sports team. After he’s outed he has to deal with the consequences of that. Very good book.

I have more but I don’t want to overwhelm you! If you want anymore book recommendations, let me know!

-⚙️

!! thank you very much!! I love getting suggestions and learning about other books, especially through the lens of someone's whose read and enjoyed it. Adds a bit of excitement and sentiment to it

Out of these four, the two that are catching my interest more than the others are Tarnished are the Stars (because I have an affinity for fantasy/sci-fi) and Felix Yz (once again, for the sci-fi). However! I do like to peruse through queer media of other genres, even though sports and soap opera related things really aren't my area. So perhaps I'll end up reading those as well.

I say this every time but its still true: I have a lot of books to read through so I don't know when I'll get to these, but I'll try my best to check them out!

Also I'm always open to book suggestions, though I can't promise to read every single one I get. So if you'd ever like to send more (or anyone else would, preferably with a summary), you're more than welcome to do so :)

#book recs #quil's queries #⚙️ nonsie #tumblr loves to forget your tag #i haven't read any of these before so! that's fun! #currently rereading keeper but once I finish that I'll be much closer to really tackling my tbr #and reading the 1/3rd of my books i own but have never read #truly a ridiculous percentage #don't have the exact percentage at the moment because i'm reworking my spreadsheet #but it's been around 1/3rd for years now so. probably still is #even with all the books I've bought recently #maybe at about 35-37% even #long post

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

Drunk Words are Sober Truths | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! Please enjoy this fic I wrote while substitute teaching for screaming middle schoolers. Everyone have a lovely day :)

Please message me with any questions, comments, concerns, or suggestions! :)

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A deep, warm voice cut through the swanky jazz music that filled the air.

"Heyyyyyyy, pretty lady," you heard Bucky slur. His warm hand found its way to the small of your back and you turned to greet your best friend. When your eyes found his, you noticed that he looked different somehow. His dark blue eyes were slightly red and glassy. He had a slack-jawed smile on his face that you'd never seen before, and his hair was slightly mussed. The custom tailored suit jacket he wore was askew just a little, and his tie hung loosely around his neck.

"Hey there, Barnes. You good?" you shot him a quick wink. Dramatically, he nodded his head 'yes' and slung a heavy arm around your waist, pulling you in for a hug.

"I just wanted to come over here and check on my girl...see how you're doing," He examined your face, focusing for a moment on each feature with his glassy eyes.

"Buck, are you drunk?"

He shook his head slightly before busting into a laugh that filled the room.

"Okay, so you're definitely drunk," you teased.

He let out a faux gasp and acted offended. "How dare you, sweetheart! I am NOT drunk!...I am tipsy," he let out another laugh and tightened his grip on you.

"Hang on, I thought you couldn't get drunk? What did you do, break into Stark's wine cellar and drink the whole thing?" You put your hands on your waist in an act of pretend-annoyance. "Are you telling me we could've been getting schwastey together on margaritas by Tony's pool this entire time?"

Another one of Bucky’s booming laughs echoed through the room as he rolled his eyes at you. "Nooooo, Thor brought some...stuff. Ummm, I think it's called...mead? Asgardian mead? I don't know...but it's strong. Really strong." Thor brought his otherworldly libations to every party at the compound, but Bucky had never partaken-until tonight.

"Come on, I'll show you". He grabbed you by the hand and your heart fluttered. The two of you walked hand-in-metal hand toward Thor, Steve, Rhodey, and a few others. Bucky stumbled just a bit and you moved quickly to catch him.

"Woah there, big guy. You good?" He let out a chuckled and threw his arm around your shoulders for support.

"Who? Me? I'm good, doll. I am juuuuuuust fi-" and he tripped again. Steve strode across the room toward the two of you, looking a little tipsy himself. His tie, which was usually straight as an arrow, was crooked and loose. His perfect hair was just a touch out of place and his cheeks were flushed.

"Heyyyy. Can you do me a favor and take Buck upstairs? He's had enough for tonight," Steve said. Bucky gave Steve a dramatic eye roll,

"Come on, Steve. I'm fine. I'm good. I'm...oh, I'm dizzy". Bucky stumbled again and Steve couldn’t help but laugh.

"And that's why she's taking you back to your room. Go sleep it off." Bucky presented Steve with a lazy salute and muttered a sarcastic "Aye, aye, Cap" before shooting a wink at you.

You dragged Bucky to the elevator and pushed the button for Bucky’s floor. "You look really really nice" he murmured. "Like, you look soooo beautiful".

Your face immediately grew hot as you blushed from his compliments. You knew he was just drunk, but hearing him say these things to you made your heart leap into your throat. Having feelings for you best friend was hard, and him saying these types of things to you made it even harder. "Oh, um. Thanks, Buck" you managed to say. He just nodded and leaned against you even more.

The ride upstairs was quiet, but you could hear your heart pounding in your ears. Bucky's arm had moved from your shoulders to your waist and he was stroking your side ever so lightly; you could feel the warmth from his fingers against your skin through the thin fabric of the dress. The elevators doors opened all too soon and you let out a small sigh.

"Come on, super soldier. Let's get you to bed".

Once in his room, Bucky's large frame plopped down on the bed and began fumbling with his tie. His hands clumsily tried undoing the knot over and over until you couldn't watch him struggle anymore.

"Alright, Barnes. Let me", you leaned in toward him and made quick work of removing his tie.

"You're the best, sweetheart" he mumbled as he stared intensely at you. "How many times have you been in here since you moved in?" The question hung in the air as he waited for you to answer.

"In your room? Um, I don't know. A lot?"

"Hmmm. Yeah. A lot...that sounds right. So why haven't we....um, never mind," he muttered as he laid back on his made bed. His eyes closed lazily and you knelt down to untie his dress shoes for him. Your brain ran wild, trying to figure out what he had been going to say. A warm smile spread across his face as you skipped the shoes from his feet.

"Thank you, babe".

All these pet names drove you insane. You knew he was old fashioned, but every time he called you 'sweetheart' or 'doll face', it just made you want him more.

"Any time, Buck.” 

He smiled again, "any time, huh? I like the sound of that".

You stood back up and carried his shoes to his closet with a light-hearted, "Oh, hush, Sarge".

He sat up, propping himself up on his elbows and taking you in. "Join me for a minute, will ya, doll?"

You'd laid in his bed hundreds of times for movies nights, deep talks, and Netflix marathons, but this felt different somehow. You nodded, kicked off your heels, and slowly climbed onto the bed. He patted a spot next to him and you took it, laying on his bicep like a pillow.

"Hi" he whispered. You couldn't help but smile at this silly version of Bucky. "Hi, Buck” you murmured back.

It was silent for a long moment, and you assumed Bucky had probably drifted off to sleep. You turned your head to look at him and found his piercing blue eyes looking back at you.

"Whatcha lookin' at?"

He shrugged slightly, "just you". Your cheeks flashed hot again as you turned your head back to center, away from his gaze.

"I feel like we've wasted so much time..." Bucky mumbled. “So much time”.

You turned back to him, "what do you mean?". A deep sigh escaped his lips and he shook his head. "We've just wasted sooooo much time, sweets. Because...I'm always too nervous". You heart was pounding so hard you thought it might break a rib.

"Um, Nervous about what?" His eyes slowly began to close and you knew you were losing him to the effects of Thor's space beer.

"Nervous about...about telling you," he slurred. "Telling you that I love you".

Your stomach did a back flip and you felt like all the air had been sucked out of your lungs. But his confession had come after a night of drinking, and doubt began creeping in. You couldn't tell him how you felt right now- what if it was just the alcohol talking? And there was a chance he wouldn't even remember in the morning.

"Okay," you whispered. "Um, we can talk about it in the morning...if you remember". He gave a sleepy nod, murmured, "I'll remember" and then passed out completely.

You laid there for a while, thinking about what Bucky had just said and whether or not it was true. You knew he loved you as a friend-you were best friends and had been since you moved in. But romantically? You had no idea. All you knew was that the longer you laid next to Bucky, the more you wanted to stay curled up next to him all night long- that was not an option right now. You slowly sat up and removed yourself from his bed, grabbing your shoes and turning off the light as you tiptoed out of the room and down the hall.

Slipping out of your dress and washing your face, you got ready for bed-but your mind was still spinning. You couldn't get your brain to shut down as you climbed into your bed and wished it was Bucky's. You fell into a restless sleep, tossing and turning all night while dreaming of one James Buchanan Barnes.

A soft knock woke you up the next morning. You squinted in the morning light and stretched, slowly getting out of bed and trudging to the door. You pulled it open and were greeted by the one person you wanted to see most in the world. Without speaking, his hands encircled your waist and he pulled you close, kissing you with desperate need. Your heart hammered wildly in your chest as you gave yourself over fully to Bucky.

He pulled away for just a second to look deeply into your eyes before whispering, "I remember"

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[wizardofrozz]

Lightning in a Bottle

Thor Odinson x Professor!Reader, Ebony Maw, Loki Laufeyson, Rocket, Peter Quill, Gamora

Word Count: 2,638

Warnings: swearing, murder, violence

A/N: I’m so happy everyone has enjoyed this fic 🥰🥰 another thank you to @iamcavainna​ for the amazing request 💕 my requests are still open and I’d love to hear any ideas. I mainly write for Thor, Bucky, Loki, and Peter Parker (and Supernatural) but I’m open to other characters too. 

Also, if you guys are in the mood (or looking for) other Thor fics, check out my masterlist (xx) 😊

Part 4

1 year later

Most professors’ first day of class was always something they dreaded, but (Y/N) loved getting to start over. It helped that she loved talking about Norse gods more than anything, but seeing that same love reflected back at her in her student’s eyes made it even better. She could still remember when she first started teaching college classes, mainly because she was nowhere near ready to start lectures on the first day. Now, she was prepared to jump right into the material, especially since she designed a new first lecture to start this year.

(Y/N) hurried into the building, scolding herself for stopping at her favorite coffee shop instead of just getting a cup on campus. Usually, the coffee on campus didn’t bother her, but today she couldn’t bring herself to step foot into the building. Her heart couldn’t take looking over at the cluster of chairs she and Thor used to occupy for hours all those years ago. The thought of Thor made her uncomfortably aware of her amulet humming against her skin, and her heart clenched, longing for her partner at her side again.

Two years felt like an eternity to be away from Thor, but the weekly calls from Sam, Steve, and Bucky did help keep her sane. They passed messages back and forth like (Y/N) and Thor were middle schoolers, but she didn’t care; it was confirmation that Thor was alive at the least. It helped dull the ache in her chest when she missed him so much it hurt. Amazingly though, after Loki’s motives were determined to be nothing more than an attempt to redeem himself, he agreed to answer some of (Y/N)’s questions.

Loki proved to be similar to what (Y/N) had expected, but it was still unbelievable to sit with the God of Mischief and joke like old friends. It was especially enjoyable to hear the more embarrassing stories that Thor had failed to mention. (Y/N) was so caught up in her thoughts she barely realized she made her way into the lecture hall on autopilot, and most of her class was patiently waiting.

           “Good morning, guys!” (Y/N) tried to sound as cheerful as possible despite the empty feeling threatening to drag her to the bottom of the ocean and drown her. A chorus of greetings filled the room, overlapping each other before the room fell silent again. “So, I know you’re all expecting to jump right into lecture notes, but I have a different idea today. Let’s go, everyone on your feet.” (Y/N)’s smile widened when she got odd looks from the entire class before they slowly started collecting their things and shuffled towards the door. (Y/N) quickly checked that she had everything in her bag before ushering the class onto the front lawn of the building.

           “What are we doing?” one of the girls right behind (Y/N) asked. (Y/N) smiled, reaching into her bag to pull out a folded sheet once the small class approached a big enough patch of grass.

           “Alrighty, I need a few volunteers to help spread this out,” (Y/N) announced, dropping her bag at her feet. A few tentative volunteers stepped forward, each taking a corner of the sheet and walking where (Y/N) directed them. She couldn’t help but smile down at the giant world tree that Thor helped her paint before he left; each of the realms were labeled in Thor’s distinct handwriting, and a sad smile tugged at her lips.

           “I recognize that,” a dark-haired boy mumbled, scanning the sheet.

           “Does anyone know the name of the tree?”

           “Yggdrasill,” a few students mumbled, making (Y/N) smile.

           “Right, the world tree, or Yggdrasill, is said to be the axis of the world that connects the Nine Realms. So, instead of listening to me drone on for an hour, I’m going to split you up into groups and assign you a realm. You’ll have roughly 15 minutes to come up with at least five interesting facts about your realm to share.” (Y/N) scanned the faces in front of her, looking for any signs of annoyance at the idea, but she only saw a few intrigued looks, and pride swelled in her chest.

           “Group number one, you’re on Niflheim, the realm of fog and mist,” (Y/N) started, gesturing the first cluster of students to the sheet. “Okay, the second group, you have Muspelheim, the land of fire. Group three, uh, how about Asgard, home of the gods.” (Y/N) tried not to stumble over the name, trying to push down the urge to rub her eyes. “Next group has Midgard, the home of the humans, and group five, you’ll take Jotunhein, the home of the giants. Group six, you’ll be on Vanaheim, the home of the Vanir gods, and group seven can take Alfheim, the home of the light elves.” (Y/N) looked over what realms were left but stopped short, glancing around when she felt eyes on her but shook it off, remembering the clusters of students still watching her. “Alright, group eight head over to Svartalfheim, the home of the dwarves, and group nine, you guys are left with Helheim, the home of the dishonorable dead.”

           “Ha, you’re going to Hell,” one of the students standing around Asgard laughed, earning a few chuckles.

           “Hilarious guys,” (Y/N) laughed, shaking her head. “Okay, go ahead and get started, and I’ll be around if you guys need anything.” Every head automatically ducked, a low rumble of voices filling the air as students started talking amongst themselves; (Y/N) wandered around the border of the sheet, smiling when a student looked up at her.

(Y/N) stopped again a few minutes later, the odd feeling of someone watching her raising the hair on the back of her neck again. She glanced around at her class, realizing no one was looking at her, and her heart rate jumped; (Y/N) spun in a slow circle, looking for anyone that seemed out of place, when her eyes landed on a slim figure standing beside the building. She squinted in hopes of getting a better look, but the figure’s face was too dark to make out any defining features, so she moved closer.

           “That’s far enough.” (Y/N) stopped but not of her own volition, and her heart started racing as she watched the figure step into the sunlight. “I’m quite surprised you noticed me from that far away.” As they moved closer, (Y/N) scanned the creature’s face, taking note of the gray, sickly skin paired with a face that reminded her of Voldemort.

(Y/N) looked over her shoulder, noticing her entire class was watching her. “Go!” The students scattered without hesitation and (Y/N) felt a bit lighter knowing they were somewhat safe. “Who are you?”

           “Hear me and rejoice. You are about to die at the hands of the Children of Thanos.” (Y/N)’s blood ran cold, and her heart dropped to her feet as the creature continued to stroll closer.

           “Ebony Maw,” she breathed, her eyes growing wide with fear. “You should be dead.”

           “I’m a creature of the galaxy; ejecting me into the depths of space isn’t a guaranteed death,” Maw hummed, touching his fingertips together over his chest. “Now, I think it’s time you come with me.”

           “Fat chance, asshole,” (Y/N) barked, reaching into her shirt and snapping the cord holding her amulet.

           “Ah, ah, ah,” Maw whispered, waving a hand. (Y/N)’s hand stopped moving, and no matter hard she tried, she couldn’t move; dread closed around her heart, and she tried to decide if the fall from this height would shatter the bottle. She glanced between the bottle in her hand, and Ebony Maw grinning at her a few feet away and smiled. With as much strength as she could muster, (Y/N) squeezed the amulet, crying out when the glass shattered in her palm and squeezing her eyes shut at the sudden blinding light. “You stupid, stupid girl!”

(Y/N)’s smile grew only for it to fall away when the air was suddenly ripped from her lungs as an invisible force closed around her throat. Every second felt like a lifetime as she gasped, and the outline of Ebony Maw grew blurry around the edges. (Y/N) felt her lifeforce slipping away with each ragged gasp and while her brain was still functioning well enough, a mental image of Thor floated to the front of her brain. I’m sorry I never told you I love you, Thor was one of her last fleeting thoughts as spots of black clouded her vision.

Fresh air suddenly flooded her lungs, and she dropped to her knees when a crack of thunder echoed across the campus, and she had just enough awareness to flip over. (Y/N)’s throat still burned, and her lungs felt too big for her chest, but none of that mattered when she noticed the figure hovering overhead. Dark black clouds blocked out most of the sunlight as lightning lit up spots of the sky, but the most impressive part was Thor, hovering a few hundred above her.

A few strands of Thor’s hair blew in the slight breeze, drawing attention to the blinding blue light burning in his eyes. Tiny bolts of lightning jumped across the plates of his armor and the exposed skin on his bulging arms, growing in quantity on the skin of the hand holding a giant ax. (Y/N)’s mouth was suddenly dry as she watched her boyfriend radiate power, living up to the legends she spent her days studying.

           “I thought you would’ve learned your lesson the first time, Maw.” Thor’s voice rumbled through the ground under (Y/N)’s feet, making her mouth fall open in awe as she watched the light emanating from Thor intensify even move. She gasped when Thor’s blinding gaze shifted to her, his head tilting slightly but his stoic expression never changing. “Run.”

(Y/N) scrambled to her feet and ran as fast as she could, bursting through the doors of the building, slamming it behind her just as an enraged yell tore through the air. (Y/N) glanced around the entryway where a handful of her students were pressed against the window, watching the battle unfold. She looked back just in time to see lightning explode against an invisible shield in front of Ebony Maw.

A smug grin stretched across his pale face for a split second before a lightning-covered fist slammed against the barrier, flinging Maw back against the building. The entire building quaked under the blow, barely settling before Thor’s fist landed again, shaking the dust from the ceiling overhead.

           “Who is that?” one of (Y/N)’s students whispered.

           “The God of Thunder,” (Y/N) whispered, watching Thor press his ax against Ebony Maw’s throat.

           “I won’t make the mistake of leaving you alive again,” Thor warned his voice just barely a whisper through the doors. In one swift motion, the blade of Thor’s ax cut clean through the creature’s neck, Maw’s head rolling off to the side. (Y/N) pushed through the door the second the coast was clear, stumbling to a stop when Thor took a step away, letting the body slump to the ground.

Thor’s shoulders lifted with each inhale as the lightning dancing across his skin slowly started to dissipate, the dark clouds retreating. (Y/N) couldn’t help but be utterly enamored as she watched the light slowly fade into nothing, leaving the man she’d grown so close to standing a few feet away. As if Thor sensed her presence, he turned his head, his eyes immediately finding her, and a relieved smile stretching across his face, his shoulders slumping.

           “You’re okay,” Thor breathed, his ax hitting the ground with a clang. (Y/N) took off, slamming into Thor hard enough to leave bruises before he could even take another step. “You’re alive.”

           “You came back to me,” (Y/N) choked out, squeezing Thor’s neck tight enough to force out a strangled yelp.

           “I told you, I will always come back to you,” Thor laughed, sounding a bit choked up. (Y/N) pulled away enough to press her forehead against his, letting out a shaky laugh as she brushed her fingers through a few loose strands of his hair.

           “Your hair grew out,” (Y/N) laughed, opening her eyes, meeting bright blue eyes staring back.

           “I like it better,” Thor huffed, a smile rounding his cheeks. (Y/N) didn’t waste another second, crushing their lips together, nearly sobbing against Thor’s lips at the feeling of finally having him back. The kiss was intense, laced with years of longing and pain, yet so soft and loving (Y/N) felt the familiar wetness of tears on her cheeks.

           “God, I missed you,” she whispered against Thor’s lips, closing the gap before he could answer.

           “Darling,” Thor tried, his words muffling by the kiss. (Y/N) reluctantly broke the kiss, leaning back into Thor’s arms to see his face, her heart jumping at the anxiety swirling in his eyes.

           “What’s wrong?”

           “I-I love you,” Thor breathed, his eyes wide like his words surprised him as he lowered (Y/N) to her feet again. (Y/N) felt like her heart was going to tear through her ribs or the butterflies going wild in her stomach were going to break out. She surged forward, sealing their lips together, immediately slipping her tongue between Thor’s parted lips, forcing a surprised noise from the demi-god.

           “I love you too, honey,” (Y/N) laughed the second they pulled apart, her cheeks aching from the grin spreading across her face. Thor’s smile mirrored hers, lighting up his face, making his eyes twinkle in the afternoon sun; the pair jumped, spinning around to face the cheering crowd gathering in front of the building.

           “Who are all those people?” Thor whispered, his breath puffing against her hair.

           “My class,” she giggled, covering her mouth. Thor pressed the cool metal of his armor against her back, ducking his head enough that his lips brushed over her ear.

           “Looks like you might have some explaining to do,” he chuckled, the laugh rumbling against her back.

           “Wanna help?”

           “It would be my pleasure,” Thor managed to get out, holding back his laughter. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, craning her neck to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth before dragging a laughing Thor towards the building.

3 months later

           “Would you shut up already!” Quill groaned, stomping up the ramp of Benatar.

           “Someone’s cranky,” Rocket scoffed, pushing around Quill’s leg. (Y/N) glanced up at Thor, watching his eyes shifting around the holographic map in front of them, listening to the argument getting loud as Quill and Rocket got closer.

           “This is normal?” she giggled, leaning into Thor’s side.

           “Daily occurrence,” he sighed, squinting his eyes shut.

           “You get used to it,” Gamora snorted, spinning around in her chair at the front of the ship. Thor draped an arm over (Y/N)’s shoulders, pulling her against his side to press a kiss to her hair.

           “Unlikely,” Loki cut in as he spun his chair around too. Thor shot him a narrowed eyed look, biting his bottom lip to keep from smiling at his brother before turning his attention back to (Y/N).

           “So, what would you like to see first, my love?” Thor’s breath warmed her hair as he spoke, sending a faint shiver down her spine, but she didn’t take her eyes off the map.

           “Hm,” (Y/N) hummed, tipping her head against his pec, a grin slowly spreading across her face. “How about Nilfheim?”

           “As you wish,” Thor whispered. One of his fingers pressed into her chin, angling her head towards him; the kiss was gentle, yet warmth spread through (Y/N), sending her shuffling closer to Thor.

           “Alright!” “Ew!” “Gods, enough already.” the Guardians and Loki erupted, Rocket going as far as throwing a spoon at the couple. Thor and (Y/N) broke out into breathless laughter, leaning into each other as the other’s complaints filled the ship’s cabin.

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BUTT-DIAL? NO, BOOTY CALL | tony stark

explicit, 5,4k words. wrong number text, family shame & wedding drama that isn't even his and a ruined first date. despite the implications of the situation, both reader and tony are very entertained. meet-ugly series, part three.

[no y/n, no "you", no name, no reader description - race/age/body type neutral, she/her pronouns]

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Another sunny day spent wasted in a conference room full of boring, old, conceited chairmen. Tony Stark vehemently refused to commiserate with them, their boring speeches and blunt, straightforward thinking. Sitting through a meeting was like walking on nails barefoot: painful, pointless. Mind-numbing.

His phone beeped loudly and he reached into his pocket, pretending to not see Pepper's disapproving look. Both of them knew he was hoping for a sudden Assemble call - that would surely get him out of the meeting - but as much as he hoped, they never struck at the right time.

Except, this time it wasn't a call for assistance, and neither it was an automated spam message with Pizza Hut promo codes. Tony's eyebrows drew close and his lips upturned as he read and re-read the obvious rant written on his screen, typing up his answer before he managed to resist the morbid curiosity that was fueled by his boredom.

Whoever it was, they were justifiably angry and the whole situation was almost too comical to be true, except he'd known people exactly like the runaway bride, selfish, greedy and stupid. He totally understood the woman's desire to just go and load up on tequila shots somewhere - so he bid her a haste farewell, all the while snickering to himself.

"It's Rogers," Tony offered in the way of explanation to a glaring Pepper, locking his phone away and settling in to continue pretending he was listening as another old, crusty white man offered his input on topics he was too much of a dinosaur to even really know about.

He couldn't stop thinking about the incident over the days, the story making him snort more times than he could count as the memory randomly crossed his mind in the lab, at the coffee pot or during dinner. So when a message came through from that very same number, the smirk snuck up onto his face before he even read its contents.

A brief crash course in memes from Parker had turned out to be more useful than ever. Irritating Rogers with pictures got old very fast, however, in moments Tony got rendered speechless they proved to be the perfect substitute for trying to articulate all his thoughts on the matter.

Celebrity appearance, she said? More likely than one would think. The engineer had nearly doubled over in a fit of laughter when she'd texted him that; obviously, the woman had no clue who she was texting with and he decided to further indulge in his curiosity by asking for her name: Friday did the rest.

A phone number and a name, ten minutes, and all her social media were free for him to stalk. Investigate- uh, observe. With little effort, Tony found both her and her brother, the unlucky groom, and the runaway bride and even her step-dad. On paper, they all looked like average middle-class families. Nothing seemed amiss.

It didn't mean anything, but Tony caught himself thinking about the woman. Perhaps it might have been the mischievous gleem in her eyes that was easily spotted in every picture or perhaps the raunchy sense of humour not much different from his own. Pretty, witty and smart - what's there not to like?

"So that's why you've been going around, smiling like a middle-schooler with a crush," Natasha's voice whisper-shouted in Tony's ear as the spy discreetly peered over his shoulder into his phone. He had the chat pulled up, debating on starting a casual conversation-

"Jesus Christ, Romanoff, somebody needs to put a bell on you," Tony snapped, startled, pressing the button to lock his phone immediately.

"Uhuh," The redhead replied, side-eyeing a snickering Barnes. "Who is she?"

Tony rubbed his face, feeling the beginnings of a blush starting to creep in. He felt like he was caught doing something he wasn't supposed to and the rest of the team acting like children wasn't helping the matter. "I got a butt-dial text about some wedding drama. Some chick's brother's fiance was fucking her own stepdad and ditched the wedding for her old man."

Stunned silence settled briefly into the room as Romanoff's eyes widened and Barnes choked on his orange juice. Serves him right, Tony thought, and continued his coffee-making process in quiet irritation.

"Wait, wait, hold on," Wilson half-laughed half-yelled. "You gotta spill the tea, man, this sounds too good to be true. Stories like that just don't fall into your hands."

With a sigh, he recounted the woman's story and read the texts aloud, silencing his snickering enough to be able to keep a straight face - but not for long, Rogers decided it was the time for another one of his Captain America Is Disappointed In You speeches and Tony himself couldn't even disagree.

Now that he thought about it, he came off as a kind of asshole. She and her family was going through something traumatic and he went and treated it like free entertainment. Which, to be fair, it was, but she didn't deserve to be treated like a circus clown. She actually seemed like a good sister and friend.

"Just text her," Natasha rolled her eyes at him, grabbing the coffee pot out of his frozen hand. "You're not Steve, you can keep a decent conversation via text."

Being compared to Steve and his pre-historic messaging habits really did a number on Tony's ego; the eyeroll he gave Romanoff was truly out of this world, all but teleporting him to his lab where he tried to find a way to approach the woman without coming off as incredibly creepy, as if the fact that he'd stalked her on social media didn't already put him firmly into the weirdo category.

Most likely, Tony would have spent many many days on overthinking before just grabbing one of his suits to make a truly impressive landing on her small balcony downtown; thankfully, fate had intervened and saved him from making another epic mistake. He'd made a note to ask Thor about it sometime, settling down with his tablet and popcorn bowl to watch TV on the team's movie night.

Or, more precisely, Tony settled in to watch the drama unfold as the various members of the team fought tooth and nail for the film that they wanted to watch. He never cared about it much, dozing off halfway through most of them - his teammates had the worst taste in movies - so he didn't bother joining the scuffle except when it was Peter's turn to pick. For obvious reasons.

"If you can't decide I'm gonna have someone else pick a movie," Natasha rolled her eyes, equally fed up with fully grown adults acting like spoiled toddlers.

With a stutter of his breath, Tony's hand reached for his phone as he had an Idea.

Seconds tickled as the "typing..." bubble appeared and disappeared multiple times. She must think he's just a thirsty frat boy; Tony's brow furrowed, but the curiosity was far too strong in him. Something about her vibe, her feisty nature captivated him and kept him thinking about her.

The agreement came as a surprise. In the two minutes the woman had spent thinking up her answer, Tony prepared himself to be rebuffed gently, or, worst case, be called a creep. But no - she agreed, but not before vehemently insisting that if he would end up being a creepy serial killer, she would haunt his ass for the remainder of his life.

Friday couldn't come soon enough. Tony spent most of the day loitering between his lab and the penthouse, glancing at his phone every now and then to make sure she wouldn't cancel on him last minute. The engineer wanted to see the witty, no-filter-having woman in the flesh.

And see her, he did. He'd pulled up in front of the hole-in-the wall Ramen&Bar place Clint had been raving about weeks prior - contrary to popular belief, Tony was perfectly fine with going to places that didn't have Michelin stars - and leaned against the door of his Audi R8, eyes immediately taking note of the figure calmly walking down the street, head tilted down where she was typing up a reply to him.

Tony smirked as she lifted her face up to see him, mouth immediately falling open. The shock was obvious; it lasted mere seconds until her shoulders dropped and she sighed almost... In disappointment. He frowned.

"I jinxed it, didn't I? Here's my celebrity appearance," The laugh was a little nervous and quite sardonic. "Hi, Tony, nice to finally see you."

He smiled, unsure, quipping back easily. "Let's face it, I'm not the worst famous Tony out there." Opening the door of the building for the woman, she stepped in eagerly enough, eyes immediately falling on the bartender and the few dimly lit tables in the back.

"Not by any means," She turned towards him, walking backwards. Tony met her stare; it was just like he'd imagined it to be, curious, mischievous and a little daring. She didn't even attempt to play subtle, raking over him from head to toe. "Not at all, I think," She gave another teasing smile, finally turning around, addressing the bartender and rattling off her order without as much as looking at the menu.

Tony couldn't stop staring. He was aware it was creepy, she was aware of his clever brown eyes barely paying attention to their surroundings or the beer or the food. The woman just quirked an eyebrow every time she caught him. His curiosity couldn't wait any more. "Why aren't you freaking out?" He blurted out, cursing himself out almost immediately after the words left his mouth.

"My almost-sister-in-law was fucking her own stepdad," The woman deadpanned. "I ran out of fucks to give, sorry." She thoughtfully chewed her food, briefly looking to the side. "Not to sound like an asshole, but don't you have enough people fawning over you? Doesn't it get old?"

Tony nodded, choosing to stay silent on the matter besides offering an amicable, "That's valid."

The mischief lit up again in her eyes. "You look taller on TV," She snorted, immediately falling into a fit of laughter at his face full of outrage. He sputtered, muttering something about audacity of some people, which made her only laugh harder. "Here's a pro tip from my 4'11 bestie: when someone calls you short, you snarl at them and say you're fun-sized. She swears by it," The woman remarked conversationally, grinning a two hundred watt smile.

Tony was glad at least someone was enjoying their little... Date. "And you know all about fun, don't you?" He aimed for grumpy; it came out as teasing. His famous smirk made a return appearance as he watched her throat bob.

The atmosphere between them had changed at some point; the same old routine of teasing and dancing around each other, but this time, Tony all but purred in satisfaction, finally meeting someone who was an even match to his wit and charm.

"I do," She replied with that cocky confidence, her devil eyes lighting up, lingering on his face. "Got a problem with that?"

The plate was pushed away, napkin falling into the food carelessly as he gestured for the waiter to bring the check. "As a scientist, I cannot confirm whether a theory is true until I have direct evidence," The bullshit flowed easily from his mouth, but the woman appeared to be amused by it - for a change. "M'fraid I'm gonna need that evidence," His fingers drummed on the table, impatiently, inches away from her hand.

"Of course, Mr. Stark," Her voice dropped, she was fully aware of what she was doing by calling him that. That, and those deep, magnetic eyes made Tony's trousers feel a little too tight for comfort.

His phone rang loudly, dissipating the atmosphere they had created with a shrill noise. Captain Cockblock struck again.

Fumbling fingers, Tony tapped the green icon, shooting an apologetic look to the woman. "Rogers, there better be another alien invasion or I'm revoking your phone privileges," The woman chortled, taking a sip of her beer, trying hard not to seem like she was listening in and failing spectacularly at it. "Today, out of all days? Can't Strange fill in for me?" The engineer palmed his face, running a hand through his neatly done-up hair. It would be covered in soot and sweat in an hour anyways. "Fine, I'll be there in twenty minutes. Romanoff better be hauling Barton's lazy ass out of Bed-Stuy." With a frown, Tony poked the red icon and stuffed the phone back in his pocket, looking for all and all, like an angry adolescent.

The woman, however, didn't indicate any signs of displeasure. Her hand timidly reached out for his, giving it a brief squeeze. "Go, save the world, Mr. Stark," Her smile was sympathetic. They both stood up at the same time, Tony watching her incredulously as the woman untied a scrap of red fabric from around her neck and placed it around his wrist, tying the fabric with a loose but, frankly, pretty knot. "I like that bandanna, would be a shame if you didn't return it," She explained, shrugging her shoulders.

Tony snorted, fondly rolling his eyes, before beelining for the door, activating his Iron Man suit on the way out. Turning around before take off, he noticed her throw a couple of crumpled bills to the server who was too busy ogling him.

He forgot to pay for dinner, Tony realized as he made his way to the other part of the city. Well, fuck, he would definitely have to see her again.

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An alien invasion during her first good date in ages - scribble, scribble, sigh. She couldn't do much more than that - just as she thought her string of bad luck had ended, the world turned around and flipped her a juicy bird, all but laughing straight in her face. Like that already wasn't enough, oh no, she groused as she spied the debris and random abandoned cars on her way home - it looked like some portion of the battle had been close to her home and only the sheer mental exhaustion that resulted from her life being turned upside down during the last month prevented her from having a full-on freak-out in the middle of the eerily quiet street.

Truly, the fucks she had to give had been expired.

The gloomy mood was interrupted by a cry - for help or of outrage, she didn't know, but the kindness in her, the very values she'd been raised with didn't allow her just to walk by, and with another resigned sigh, she tucked the nice blouse she'd put on for the date under her warm sweater and set off in the direction of the sound, finding the culprit in little under a couple of minutes.

Freeing the trapped civilian wasn't easy but, thankfully, neither it required super-strength or any kind of heavy machinery. The man thanked her and with him in tow, both of them set off to inspect nearby nooks and crannies. Logic won that day - if there's was one person, there could be more.

Hours later, sweaty, sore and bruised, the woman greedily chugged the water bottle someone had passed onto her as the amount of medics and firefighters had finally reached the threshold of when her help wasn't needed anymore. While her date and his colleagues fought whatever nasty that thought NYC was a sandbox battleground for their amusement, the woman found herself helping out with retrieval & evacuation of the civilians that didn't make it out of the neighborhood before the heat of the fight reached it. There were no deaths registered as of then and deep inside, she felt proud, knowing that she had contributed to the statistic at least a little.

Her phone was dying, her body was covered in dirt and scratches from head to toe and the bruises were beginning to ache. Tony's worry-worting was cute but the tiredness overcame her, making her brain sluggish and her demeanor short, so she hastily pocketed the phone, trailing over to the closest man in uniform she could spot.

"Sir?" She addressed him, eyeing the unfamiliar logo on his jacket. "Can I go, please?" She pointed to the yellow tape surrounding the makeshift medical station.

"I'm going to have to see your ID first," He replied apologetically, tapping away on his tablet.

With a sigh, she dug through her purse, giving it to him and using the brief moment of respite to smooth back her hair and dust off her clothing. There was a cloud of concrete and dirt surrounding her.

"I'm afraid I can't let you go just yet, Mr. Stark left strict instructions for you to be picked up by him personally," The agent gave the ID back with a suspicious glint in his eye.

"Oh c'mon," The annoyed whine escaped her lips before she registered it. "It was our first date," She offered to the puzzled agent, only succeeding in making him lean back and inspect her with a raised eyebrow. "Bye," She replied none too kindly, walking off to find a place to sit down.

The time passed in a strange way. The aches and pains and exhaustion made it stop, and if someone would have asked her, she wouldn't know how much of it has passed until her eyes reluctantly cracked open at the sound of a familiar voice, coming to see a pair of expensive shoes covered in dust. At least she wasn't the only one that looked like she'd taken a roll through someone's gritty attic.

"Morning, you Tasmanian Devil," Tony sounded jovial, all things considered.

"Hello to you too, Tin Can," The woman greeted him on par, without missing a beat.

"Now, now," He offered her his hand, which she took gratefully, before pulling her to her feet. "I come with peace offerings. Your building is under quarantine and I've got a perfectly good bed and a shower with thirty settings on it at my place. Whatcha say?"

She only pretended to think about it. Her reply was haste. "I don't make a habit of going into strange dudes' towers but I'll make an exception this once." A shower and a bed sounded heavenly.

Finally getting the chance to look at him, Tony appeared to be unhurt but equally exhausted and dirty. A few scrapes on his face and arms, he was missing his blazer, and had a weary tone to his face. Some parts of his Iron Suit were still on him - like the chest plate - but besides that, he was whole. The red of the bandanna she gave him was equally dirty but still neatly tied around his wrist, just like she left it.

"How's your relationship with heights?" He asked her and all she could do was blink, watching curiously as his body was enveloped by the red and gold, crawling over his skin like a swarm of shiny termites. That was all the warning she got before the metal arms - quite literally - sweeped her off her feet. "Faster this way," She could hear the nonchalant shrug in the metallic voice coming from the helmet. "Now hold on."

Awe and fear culminated inside the woman but the weariness had long since surpassed comfortable levels and all she did was give a weak nod and close her eyes as Tony lifted off, gusts of wind making her skin break out in goosebumps and her hair stand up wildly on her head. During the short trip her eyes fluttered open only once just to close back up immediately - all she saw were clouds, white and fluffy, like marshmallows, and the shining beacons of NYC skyscrapers somewhere far away.

The paralyzing anxiety fully dissipated only when her feet found purchase on the tiled floors, Tony's arms never ceasing to support her swaying frame until the breaths she took were her own and not the result of her fluttering heart and muted panic. "You with me, Wonder Woman?"

"Yes, Weird Science," She mumbled. "Thanks for the heads up," The annoyance had to find a way out and that it did.

"You're welcome," The cocky smirk returned to Tony's face as his suit receded, leaving him barefoot, dirty jeans and a torn tee. He stretched with a sweet groan, gesturing towards the door. "Friday will direct you towards the showers. Feel free to grab a t-shirt from the closet."

The woman nodded, too awestruck by the man and his hospitality, eyes darting all over the tastefully decorated room, the expensive knick-knacks scattered everywhere, the absolutely enormous sloppily made bed. Tony Stark liked to live luxuriously - even the shower was a state of the art technological wonder.

Dirty pants and dusty blouse went flying somewhere in the back of the bathroom as the woman stood up on her tippy toes, reaching for the sky, stretching her sore muscles. The glass wall of the shower had began to fog up from the hot water. The knock went barely noticed by the woman who jumped as Tony's voice startled her out of her daydream.

"Forgot I ran out of towels here..." He trailed off, voice dropping as he spotted her only in her underwear. She turned, responding with a lopsided grin, spying the stack of fluffy grey in his arms, the arc reactor in the middle of his bare chest. He smirked, "Damn. Can I join you?" Giving her what only could be described as a respectful once-over.

Tired as she was, her sense of humour and wit didn't go down for a much needed nap just yet. "I don't know, you tell me. Can you?" Turning back around, the woman made a short show of unclasping her bra and tossing it in the general vicinity of her dirty clothing pile. She'd worn a cute matching set of undies that day and the fact didn't go over Tony's head, she was sure.

The door clicked shut just as she raised her face to the stream of water, feeling calmer with each second, muscles relaxing themselves as the hot stream washed away the dirt and the dust off her body.

"And I thought this evening was ruined," Tony's voice insinuated from behind her. A hand reached for the soap, his body heat scorching compared to the steaming water. He stayed just a few inches away, enough to feel him, enough for her body to respond and crave more. "It's nice to be wrong for a change. Refreshing."

The woman hummed, reaching up to run her fingers through her wet, knotted hair. "First decent evening in ages. I wasn't gonna let some uninvited Predator knock-offs ruin it for me," She was more than a little peeved at the space invaders interrupting her nice date. Tony was a great conversationalist, it was easy to talk to him and he had a brilliant sense of humour. Not to mention the obvious, he was easy on the eyes.

"That's the spirit," The voice was closer now, almost in her ear. Even though her eyes were closed, the woman was aware he was reaching for something, letting him butt her hands out of the way to lather her hair, scrubbing at her scalp meticulously, until the sounds that left her mouth bordered on embarrassing. Once that was done, Tony moved onto her body, running his hands over her back, the outside of her hips. "M'not stepping over, am I?" He asked quietly, touch faltering every time he brushed over a scrape or a bruise.

"No, you're doing great, Tony," It wasn't exactly conventional - sharing a very intimate shower after an interrupted first date, but then again, nothing about this man was conventional and her life had already been turned upside down no less than twice recently. The woman didn't lie, the gentle, caring touch felt soothing.

Arching her back, she lifted her arms to repay him with the same, raking her fingers through his hair, leaning into the shudder that ran throughout his body. It was nice to bask in whatever they had going on, so the motion to face him was almost reluctant. Water droplets stuck to his eyelashes and his eyes were tired but not in a way that suggested he'd kick her out first chance.

Their kiss was sweet, slow, like they already were familiar with each other in a special way. The woman tugged on his lip with her teeth - such was her character - and he pressed closer to her, raising a hand to hold the side of her face. In muted curiosity, she couldn't help but wonder if there ever had been someone that waited for him once his battles were over.

Tony's eyelashes, the very same that had no business being this long on a man, fluttered against her cheek as they stood under the shower, letting water wash away the day.

"I've always wanted to kiss in the rain, like they do in the movies. This is the closest I've gotten," She whispered, gently kneading the arch of his shoulders. "Feels better than it looks, to be honest."

Tony snorted, reaching for the knob to turn it off. "Cheesy," He teased her, wrapping a warm, fluffy towel around her body. Both people made quick work of drying themselves, exiting the fogged up bathroom, making way into the bedroom, padding soft on the carpet and falling down on the bed carelessly.

"I'm the queen of cheesy one-liners," The woman raised her eyebrows, scooting under the sheets next to Tony who opened his arms wide, a smirk on his face. She didn't give him the chance to reply, slotting her lips over his instead and groaning as their heated bodies once again rested against each other.

She ran her hands over Tony's defined pecs, glossing over the arc reactor, raked nails over his tummy, eating up the sighs leaving his mouth at the gesture. He was a beautiful man, she wasn't going to lie to herself. The warmth that settled low in her belly grew, spreading throughout her limbs and temporarily overshadowing the exhaustion.

The engineer, too, was quite excited - his erection poked her hip - and content to be steered to her wishes by the hand in his hair. Groans and sighs left his moist, parted lips as his eagerness bled into his hands, grip firm and steady on the panting woman's hips.

Adrenaline did something to her body, caused it to ache sweetly, a hunger to be satisfied only by a lover's touch. And touch she did; her mouth tasted him, alternating sucking gentle marks onto his throat and nibbling on the skin stretched thinly over his collarbones. Tony's sighs grew in depth and volume with every silent action of worship.

No inch of his body was left untouched, the woman was an all-hands-on-deck kind of lover, happily making her way down until soft lips wrapped around the crown of his cock, making his hips arch into it, hands fisted in the soft white sheets. "You devil," Tony gasped out, limbs turning to jelly, watching the woman all but devour his cock.

She popped off minutely, a trail of sticky saliva running down her chin, sticking to his glistening cock. "The power of Christ compels me?" With a smirk, her tongue trailed from his balls to the very tip, paying extra attention to the frenulum, making Tony shudder and gasp out an embarrassed laugh.

"Uh-uh," Stripped of his usual snark, he was but a man at her mercy.

"It's not very compelling," The predatory stretch of her lips widened as she took mercy on him, giving his cock a few slow tugs with her hand. Her mouth, her hand and his cock were dripping. "Gonna let me do all the legwork, Mr. Stark?" She sat up straighter, inadvertently drawing his eyes to the apex of her thighs where the woman's sex glistened in the dim light, lips swollen and inviting.

It sounded like she was mocking him, teasing him, egging him into a lustful frenzy none of them had the energy for but craved anyway. Tony Stark wasn't the one to back down from a fair challenge so he relented, flipping them over with ease, landing between her spread legs, eyes drawn to the momentary bounce of her breasts. Tony wasted no time in suckling a hard nipple into his mouth, humming in response to her choked-off moan of surprise.

"Tony," Her body arched into his touch, tender skin hot under the callouses on his fingertips.

"Yes, demon, dear?" A lopsided grin and laughter in his eyes preceded the wet stripe Tony licked down to her navel. "Wasn't there something about not telling demons your name? Guess you have power over me now," He trailed off cheekily, soft breaths puffing over her mound.

The woman bit her lip, peering down to rake a hand through Tony's hair, snagging a fistful to gently steer him towards her pussy. Tony's smile was one of satisfaction as he obediently followed her silent order, nosing along the line of her cunt, dipping his tongue to run slow, sloppy lines through the soaked folds.

"Fuck," She mumbled, spreading her legs without shame. "Yeah, right there," Her fingers turned white at the agility of Tony's tongue on her clit. He was swift and relentless in pursuit of the spots that made her moan and clench around nothing. The moisture of her sex soaked his goatee but he couldn't care less.

He growled when she attempted to withdraw, wrapping his muscular arms around her thighs to keep her still for his pleasure, wringing noises that increased in volume with every stroke of his tongue on her sex.

"Tony- please, Tony, I'm gonna-" The warning was brief; her back arched as a broken moan found its way past her moist, parted lips, her pussy spasmed, dripping all over his face and the sheets.

The engineer hid his smile against her thigh, discreetly wiping the obscene amounts of moisture she produced. It wasn't very long until her hands, slightly shaky, were tugging him upwards to meet his face in a rushed, graceless kiss. There was an equal lack of finesse in the glide of his erection along her sex.

"Okay?" He mumbled into her ear, lining himself up with her fluttering cunt.

"Please," She gasped, her hands pushing his hips onto her, eagerly lifting up to accept the sweet intrusion.

There was a quiet stutter in both of their breathing, hearts thudding against their ribs as he finally bottomed out, the thickness of him nestled snugly inside the rippling muscle. The pace he started out was agonizingly slow and inexplicably sweet, neither of them wanting to end their coupling prematurely but not being able to hold back the need that consumed them both.

"Fuck, you're so good to me," Tony's mumbling was overshadowed by the slick sounds coming from the place they were joined. "Gonna fill up this pretty pussy."

The woman keened at the idea, digging her nails into his ass, pulling him further into her.

"You'd like that?" He picked up the pace, blunt tip of his cock catching up with the tail end of her previous orgasm and re-lighting the fire in her belly anew.

"Yeah, Tony, please," No trace of the previous coyness in her voice, the woman was more than ready to beg, murder and steal to feel the man come undone in her arms.

It didn't take long, not with the adrenaline making their blood sing and the chemistry they shared. The brutal pace of Tony's hips quickly grew sloppy and erratic, the tightening of her inner muscles egging him on. He chased his release with deep, powerful thrusts that had the bedsheets rustle pitifully and beads of clear swear drip down his forehead.

As soon as her body arched once more, Tony let go of his control, slotting himself deeply into her spasming heat, cock throbbing as he painted her insides white with his seed, groaning incomprehensible compliments and profanities through his teeth. Chest heaving, the engineer couldn't do much more but let himself carefully fall onto her chest, aftershocks making him twitch when the woman began running a gentle hand through his hair.

"We're doing this again," He decided, still breathless but already a step ahead. She laughed.

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[slowly-writing]

The Blink of an Eye

Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 2532

Requested by anon: Can I request a nat x daughter!reader where r is adopted and discovers she has powers but tries to hide it from nat because she doesn’t think she’d be a good avenger? love your writing ♥️

“Y/n, come on!!! We’re gonna be late!” Peter’s voice startles you as you’re brushing your teeth. You glance at your phone and your eyes go wide. If you don’t leave in the next five minutes you’re totally screwed.

“I’m coming!” you yell back, sprinting out of your bathroom. You stumble a bit and somehow end up halfway down the hall. You pause for a second, looking between the bathroom door and the place you’re now standing. It’s a solid five yards but you don’t have time to try and figure out what the hell just happened. You have to get to school.

“Finally. You’re gonna get us detention,” Peter grabs your hand and tugs you to the door.

“It’s really not that big of a deal, Peter,” Wanda is trying to stifle her laugh as the three of you make your way to the garage.

xxxxx

“Romanoff, that was amazing. It may even be a new school record,” your gym teacher tells you as you finish running the mile.

“Wait what? What was my time?” You’ve never been the fastest kid in class. You probably could be, but you hated running so you never really tried. You normally just keep it to an easy jog, or so you thought as you glance over your shoulder and notice you’ve left Peter in the dust. That shouldn’t have happened.

“5:32. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a high schooler run that fast, what’s your secret?” he asks, leaning closer to you as if you wouldn’t want the class to hear you, but they’re all still trying to finish their run at least a hundred yards behind you.

“It must just be all the training I do with my mom and her team,” you say with a shrug and a fake smile. You don’t train with your mom’s team. This doesn’t make sense.

Over the next few days you have more of what you can only describe as glitches. Random bursts of speed when you run that put you on the opposite side of the room faster than any human should be able to move. Now that you know what to look for you can see the world blur by you as you run. It doesn’t happen all the time and you have no idea how to explain it. People don’t just magically obtain superpowers. In your experience it was usually with the assistance of hydra, and the occasional radioactive spider but you haven’t gotten any bug bites recently and you don’t like the option that leaves you with.

Your memory of life before being adopted is hazy at best, a few flashes of people whose relation to you you can’t place and some doctors offices. A four year old found alone half a mile outside of a recently destroyed hydra base is nothing too suspicious. It was in a crowded community full of individuals who got caught in unfortunate circumstances. It wasn’t rare to find people living on the streets but when Natasha found you all alone she knew she couldn’t just leave you there. It seemed innocent enough at the time, but if you find out you came from within that hydra base? Well they might not see it as a coincidence anymore. Besides in your opinion, you’d be a crappy superhero so it’s better if nobody finds out. Yeah, you’ll just hide it. That’ll work.

xxxxx

It did not work.

Every day that passed you found it harder and harder to keep your secret. It seemed your powers, if you could even call them that, just kept getting stronger. And let’s just say you weren’t getting the hang of them anytime soon.

“Y/n, dinner!” you hear your mom call from down the hall and you jump up from your desk, you’ve been starving recently, maybe it has something to do with the new powers. You run for the kitchen, momentarily forgetting how bad of an idea that is. You see Clint walking in front of you and you panic. The world starts moving in slow motion as you realize you can’t stop. You turn a bit so you’ll miss him, digging your heels into the floor to try and slow down. It isn’t very effective and rather than you stopping yourself, you stop when you slam into Tony’s bookshelf, knocking it and all the books to the floor as you skid across the common room with them.

“Oh my god!” Tony yells, jumping several feet in the air at the noise

“Y/n are you okay?” your mom asks as she quickly makes her way over to you. You pull the books off your chest and sit up, smiling sheepishly at the group of avengers standing in front of you.

“Yeah. I just uh...tripped. Sorry about your books Tony. I’ll clean them up,” you wince as you look at the mess you caused.

“We don’t care about the books-”

“I care about the books!” Tony cuts in and Steve rolls his eyes before continuing.

“We care about you,” he finishes with a pointed look at Tony who nods.

“Oh uh, yeah. We care about you more. But I also like the books…” he trails off quietly.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I guess I’m clumsy,” you say with a shrug, pushing yourself up and stacking the books out of the walkway. Your mom looks at you and you can tell she doesn’t quite believe you, but she lets it go for now.

This isn’t gonna work for much longer.

xxxxx

“Y/n wake up! We have to go!” you wake up to Tony’s screaming and you jolt upright. The first thing you notice is there’s a haze of smoke throughout the room and it’s really warm.

“What’s happening?” you ask, wiping your eyes and trying to make sense of what’s happening.

“There was an explosion in the lab. The fire suppression system is down and the whole place went up, it's spreading and we need to get everyone out now,” he pulls you up from the couch and starts leading you out of the compound. As you’re both hunched under a cloud of smoke you can’t help but think for the hundreth time how stupid the floor plans of this building are. Tony wanted his lab close to the living quarters so he could get there quickly when he got inspiration in the middle of the night. You’ve lost count of how many times his lab accidents have woken you up at 3am and now your room is about to go up in a cloud of smoke.

“Thank God,” you mumble to yourself as you get outside. Glancing around you see Clint, Steve, and Bucky all doubled over on the lawn.

“You guys good?” Clint calls over.

“Yeah, you? Where’s everyone else?” you get nervous seeing less than half of the residents outside.

“Peter’s at home. Wanda, Sam, and Thor are on a mission. Banner’s still out of town, right?” Steve lists off and your blood runs cold.

“Where’s mom?”

“She’s not with you guys?” Bucky asks and you turn to Tony who shakes his head.

“No, I just grabbed the kid and got out. I figured those with military grade training could look out for each other!” Tony yells and you run through your moms schedule. You can hear them arguing about whose responsibility it was to look for her as you realize it’s Wednesday. It’s laundry day meaning she was here, and it’s the afternoon so she’s probably folding it in her room. God, you were ten feet from her and you didn’t notice.

“She’s in her room.”

“Tony suit up and get her!” Clint yells, he sounds almost as desperate as you feel.

“My suit is in the lab, send one of the super soldiers in!” Tony screams back. You can feel the heat from the fire and you don’t even want to think about what it’s like inside the building right now.

“We don’t have time for this! I’ll go,” you step forward but Bucky grabs your arm.

“We’re not letting you go in there. You’ll die!” He yells and you rip your arm out of his grasp.

“If I don’t my mom dies!” With that you take off, at a normal speed at first, but quickly speeding up until you’re a blur. You stumble a few times, running into walls and fallen support beams scattered through the walkway. You haven’t quite got the hang of this yet. Every time you hit something you can feel your clothes start to burn and char, the heat making it all the way down to your skin. You ignore the pain and keep running, you need to get to your mom. After a few more mishaps and no more than three seconds you’ve made it to your moms bedroom. When you look around you see her coughing and trying to pull a fallen dresser off her leg, but she can’t quite get the leverage. Her eyes widen when she sees you.

“What are you doing? Get out of here!” she yells, desperate to keep you safe.

“I’m here to help, push on three,” you tell her, grabbing the dresser and counting down. After struggling for a few seconds you get it off of her. “Is your leg okay?”

“I’m fine, you need to go. I’ll catch up, just run,” she tells you as you help her up but you’re not leaving her.

“This is gonna be really weird, I’ll explain it later. I’m gonna pick you up,” you wrap her arm around your shoulder and reach down to lift her.

“What’s going on. What are you-” you cut her off.

“Mom! Just trust me. And you might want to close your eyes.” you pause for a moment, taking a deep breath before taking off. There’s so much adrenaline surging through you you barely feel like you’re trying. Despite the seeming lack of effort on your part you weave your way out of the building quickly, stumbling towards the assembled group and setting your mom down.

“What the hell just happened?” Tony is the first to break the silence and you cough a few times, trying to get in a breath that no longer wants to enter your lungs.

“Is-is everyone out?” you stutter out. Your vision is starting to tunnel and you're not sure why.

“Yes. Everyone is out. Now tell us what the hell is going on!” To anyone else your mom may sound mad, but you recognize that tone of voice. She’s worried. You want to reassure her but standing is getting harder by the second.

“I’m really fast,” is all you manage to get out before your knees buckle and your vision goes dark.

xxxxx

“You couldn’t have picked another part of the compound to destroy? Our med wing is a lot comfier,” you say as you’re opening your eyes, you can hear Tony whispering to someone so you know he’ll hear you.

“So sorry to inconvenience you, your highness,” he teases back and you smile, pushing yourself and surveying the room of worried gazes.

“By the looks on your faces I’m going to assume my secret’s out?” you ask and they all nod, varying degrees of annoyance, anger, and concern appearing as you try to lighten the mood. “Great. What’s the damage?”

“You have some burns that are healing way faster than they should. You were pretty malnourished. We think whatever your powers are make you require more food. How long have you known?” your mom asks and you look at your hands. She has her face set in an emotionless mask and even after all these years you can’t tell what that look means, and that worries you.

“A month or so,” you tell her and she sighs.

“What’s the first time you remember something happening?” Bruce’s voice is gentle, ever the calm one in the storm and you replay the memories of appearing in different places in your head, trying to remember the first one.

“Five weeks ago. I was late for school and running down the hall and it was like a glitch. I blinked and I was on the opposite end. I just brushed it off as being tired or something,” you explain with a shrug.

“When you crushed everyone in the mile, that was this? Coach has been trying to get us to explain your training routine for weeks. I guess we’ll have to tell him it won’t help,” Peter says and you chuckle.

“I don’t train. Especially after I found this. Running has had some...unfortunate consequences.”

“You mean besides you being in this hospital bed?” your mom asks cooly and you wince.

“I don’t think I’d call saving your life an unfortunate consequence but to each their own I guess. I kinda meant running into book shelves and seeing everything move in slow motion. It’s pretty disorienting,” you explain softly.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Wanda’s voice is gentle. She can feel the stress coming from you and she desperately wants to calm you down.

“How would I even start that conversation? ‘Hey guys remember that random rescue mission where you picked up a civilian? Turns out it wasn’t a civilian. Please don’t arrest me. I swear I’m not trying to infiltrate the top secret government organization you all work for, I was just created in a lab by your enemy whose sole purpose is to destroy you by any means necessary. Haha so fun, anyway what’s for dinner?’ That didn’t seem too appealing.”

“What did you think we were gonna do? We know you y/n,” Steve says and your head snaps up.

“No you don’t! None of us know anything about me anymore! What we do know is what hydra is capable of! Who knows what kind of shit they did. For all I know I have a fail safe set up in my brain to make me do their bidding at the drop of a hat! They’re your greatest enemy, and I’m just some kid you found in an alley. There’s really only one choice here,” you start off yelling but by the end your voice is barely above a whisper.

“You’re right. There is only one choice,” your mom speaks up for the first time in a while and you feel tears collecting in your eyes. “We start running tests. We see what they did to you and we find out if we can reverse it. We find out if you even want to reverse it and then we go from there. Either way you’re not alone. We’ve got you, no matter what.”

As soon as the words are out of her mouth you’re throwing yourself into her arms and holding on for dear life. It feels like the weight of the world has just been lifted off of your shoulders and for the first time in weeks you can finally breathe.

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[mischiefs-hawk]

Loki Episode 2 Thoughts

Not that anyone gives a fuck but here's my thoughts on episode 2

Obviously there will be spoilers. You have been warned.

So first off, that isn't Loki. The lady at the end, the blonde? Yeah that isn't Loki or Lady Loki or whatever. Here's why- Loki straight up says he wouldn't treat himself like this. And it's not like Lady Loki would have a total personality shift or something that's not how gender fluid people are (if it is in this show I will be 1. disappointed in Tom H and 2 very pissed).

Here's who I do think it is, well its one of two people. It is either the Enchantress or Sigyn.

It's probably the Enchantress since so much of what we've seen her do is literally enchant people/possess them.

I don't know a whole lot about her aside from that she was in love with Thor (so why is she bothering Loki, who knows?). But I think she's a safe bet.

Now who I hope it is because it'll make my little fangirl heart squeal like a middle schooler- Sigyn. If you don't know Sigyn is Loki's wife in norse mythology. (and also in the comics but I don't think she's been in them since Marvel decided it made more sense for Loki to look like Tom H in the comics and be hot as hell).

(Also a small part of me just really wants to hear Sigyn say "I am Sigyn of Vanaheim and I am burdened with glorious purpose."

IDK if this is in the comics or not, but in Norse mythology Loki's actions caused the death of Loki and Sigyn's sons. If any of that is canon in the MCU, even just the death of Sigyn's sons, it would make sense for her character to want to destroy the TVA in order to fuck with the proper flow of time and get her kids back. A lady like Sigyn, she would want no part in protecting "the sacred timeline" fuck that- she'd do whatever she needed to to get her kids back. At least, that's how I interpret her character.

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[amphibifish]

should I read maloki because even though it's not the best adaptation I'm kind of curious. Is it worth reading

hmm it's really dependent on how much weird ship bait fan service (i think that's the term?) and general bad plot bullshit you're willing to put up with lmao. i go on a very long rant abt everything that sucks so umm yeah. everything i say is abt the manga unless stated otherwise

i'd def skip the chapter in the first season of the manga where loki gets cursed w a rune that makes him switch personalities cause it's really weird and bad and just weird. i'm not getting into specifics cause it's weird for me to describe but just like. skip it.

another thing thats weird for u to look out for is freyr's infatuation w mayura (who's a teen girl). in the anime its not as bad cause he's explicitly a teenager (he gets enrolled in her school with the purpose of saving her mystery club) but it's never said so in the manga so it kind of just looks like a grown man doting after this teen. actually on that, most of the gods are shown in some sort of shippy way with her at least once in the manga. narugami (thor) is probably the most normal occurrence since he's explicitly a high schooler in both the anime and manga. there's a scene where heimdall (who's also like a middle schooler like loki is) kisses mayura to make loki jealous or whatever. just to piss him off.

loki also gets ship bait with a lot of the female chars too like w mayura freyja and skuld. it's. yeah you know how it is

less weird things but just kind annoying plot things that happen are loki getting out of heimdalls assignation attempts with weak explanations and also the author doing the thing where you're assumed to dislike heimdall so the sometimes the plot just shits on him for no reason (there's a chapter where loki and heim get magically transported to a magic school and he spawns in already copying lokis homework and everyone yells at him for it. bro did NOTHING !!!)

i will say that after you get past that first season of the manga it's so much better on the weird bullshit tho ! ragnarok is much better abt it and doesn't have any so bad i recall immediately and shinsekai no kamigami doesn't either. that isn't to say the plots for those aren't kinda sucky too but they're better than whatever the first season put out.

the anime gets rid of sooo much of this weird bullshit and i think does some characters better (heim and freyr get more of a proper emotional bond with each other. as sad as it is i really like what they did with hel and i personally like loki and mayura's dynamic more in the anime) but unfortunately it's majority filler so the manga has a better plot so u kinda just have to decide what you're willing to put up with fsfsfs

actually on that freyja is better written in the manga i think than the anime once again we cannot win both versions just suck. she's still kind of portrayed as loki obsessed in the manga but not to the awful degree that the anime does.

there's the occasional homophobic remarks in the manga but that's few and far between and so i choose to just ignore it.

not fault of the author but also some scanlations have really weird translators notes on some of the chapters too.

as for what's good about it. it's really heimdall and lokis conflict. it's interesting i think because of lokis feelings towards heimdall out of guilt and drives a lot in the first and third season of the manga (it's a little bit forgotten in the middle of the anime lol). i think freyr and heimdall are funny characters and i like every chapter with them in it as do i like every scene in the anime with them in it. they sort of have that odd couple dynamic and it's nice to see heimdall warm up to freyr over the course of the show and become better friends. mayura without the ship bait is also a fun character i think ! she's a mystery obsessed highschooler who loves the supernatural and so she sticks around loki who's a detective a child and an exorcist! thor is also a fun char and he's lokis best friend and mayura's classmate who has a shit ton of jobs. yamino is jormungandr and he's there but to me he's not the most interesting char. i can't say much about the plot without spoilers but it's okay and gets interesting in ragnarok. overall the characters are what makes it fun for me and thus i ignore much of canon and think about them in the vacuum chamber of my mind lol.

but yeah that's my review ig of maloki. it's Not Good but i think if you're looking for something fun ragnarok is an okay read cause the characters are silly in that one and it's not so weird and also has the best plot probably. shinsekai no kamigami is also fun and i think that plot is super interesting BUT like i said its half unscanlated. and then if you're gonna start from the very beginning i would just skip any chapter that has the weird bullshit it's probably not plot relevant anyway. the anime is more lighthearted i think and has more character bonding time but it's also a lot a lot a lot of filler. so yeah.

i'm so sorry this got so so long but i had a fun time complaining because i have a lot to complain about and i hope this helps lmao

#so yeah this is the flaming dumpster pile that i consume. willingly. #it's really just because i like heimdall there's no weird ship bullshit fan service with him #and i think he's a fun character #matantei loki #fish.answers

[achubbydumpling]

[unfinished] Pile It On

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1561

Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Not underage, Fat camp, Stuffing, Weight Gain, Fat!Bucky

So, I had a great conversation with @wotvagyok about my fat camp AU Bucky and what might've led to Bucky breaking a bed like I mentioned in this ficlet. Thanks for the inspiration!

(I'm sorry, I can't think anymore right now. I'll fill in the spaces tomorrow, but if I don't publish this right now I'll probably not finish this challenge at all.)

“Team Cap sets up their attack, Wanda touches, high ark to Wilson, Rogers is probably their best chance at winning… but, no, Wilson sets for Barnes, is that the right decision? Let’s see if he can even get off the ground to—Barnes kills it! Stark can’t block that and with that his team is out! 21-19! A neck-and-neck race all the way. Congratulations, Team Cap!” Thor excitedly commentates jumping up from the beach.

The entire team piled onto Bucky to hug him and scream in his ear. Steve gave him a very bro-hug, grinning wide and shouting at Bucky.

“That jump was insane!” Steve yelled at him again.

“You’ve said that.” Bucky’s cheeks ached from how much he was smiling.

“I know!” Steve said in the same tone of voice, then squeezed Bucky tightly one last time and quietly added, “See you after lunch” with pointedly raised eyebrows, like Bucky wouldn’t immediately get what he was hinting at.

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They’d worked out a pretty good system over the past few summers. Plus, Bucky knew that quiet tone of voice all too well and Steve basically saying out loud that he’d sneak away to Bucky’s cabin in his lunch break? For a second everything outside of those words and Steve’s body pressed against him faded away.

However, the chatter of all the other campers came crashing back into Bucky’s consciousness when Steve turned away and started directing the other campers to the dining hall like he didn’t just—

Breathe, Barnes, he chastised himself and made his (very sore) legs to the dining hall. Scarf down the bland food, charm (beg) his way into seconds, head to the cabin and eat whatever Steve stashed there during his morning “contraband” sweep.

[...]

“Yeah, to make sure no one would find everything. Why didn’t you check the top bunk?”

“It says on the bed post the top bunk is only rated for 300 pounds?”

“Oh. Well, you don’t weigh that much more.”

“Yeah, just like 100 pounds.” Another cramp from his overstuffed belly forced a groan out of him. “Feels like double that right now.” Steve quirked his eyebrow and flicked his eyes at the ladder to the top bunk. Steve’s blue eyes darkened with the fantasy he was clearly playing out in his head right now. The air punched out of Bucky’s lungs.

“What if I break it?” he whispered. He couldn’t force himself to speak up. This— Sure, a flimsy chair had broken under the weight he’d piled on, but a bed? He’d have to tell someone. A sickeningly hot twist of pleasure raced down his spine. He’d have to admit out loud—

“Go on,” Steve interrupted his thought process, pushing Bucky to say that out loud.

“I’d— Fuck, I’d have to tell a counsellor. They’d probably take me to see Fury.” Steve swallowed drily.

“Why would they take you to the director?” Steve’s hands were clenched in fists on Bucky’s gut, belly rub forgotten for the moment.

“Get me weighed.” Steve nodded encouragingly, whispering “Why?”

“If I broke it now— Must’ve gained weight.” Bucky whined low in his throat and grabbed uselessly at the expanse of his belly before him.

“You’ve been here three weeks, you really should’ve lost some weight by now.” Steve pushed himself up from where he was sitting next to Bucky and straddled him. He pushed both his hands into the fat overhang spilling over his waistband and heaved Bucky’s belly up. Muscles and tendons working in his forearms.

“But I can barely lift this thing up.” Steve teased, then let go, letting all the fat slap back onto Bucky’s legs. That jostled his overstuffed gut so badly, Bucky wanted to curl into himself, but he was effectively immobilized by the weight of his gluttony.

The heat of his humiliation sparked his arousal like tinder. He was achingly hard. Trapped against his own fat. Twitching. Trying to rut into that friction. Steve shoved his hand between his fat pad and the fat hanging over it to blindly grab for his dick. When he found that bit of hardness, he squeezed. Tight.

“Not yet. You eat what I give you.” Bucky screwed his eyes shut and shook his head.

“Can’t,” he whined, shook his head again. Steve’s unyielding grip kept Bucky from coming all over himself at just imagining himself crawling up there and eating even more.

“Yes.” The command pierced through Bucky’s middle, making him squirm.

[...]

Dry heat raced through his core, having him press his hand over his dick. He was riding that edge so violently he felt like he should be coming all over his own fingers, but his briefs were still only stained by that spot of precum.

“Oh, fuck, get down here. You just— Bucky!” Steve was scrambling at his back, helping him back down the ladder. Once he was firmly back on the floor, Steve plunged his hand into Bucky’s briefs. Mouth on his neck. Other hand on Bucky’s sweat-slicked sides.

Steve jerked him fast and inelegantly, but Bucky didn’t care in that moment. Too consumed by the realisation that he’d gained enough weight to break the top bunk without even putting his full weight on it. Steve gasping, “you cracked the slats,” finally got him over the edge. Coming over Steve’s hands in his brief.

Bucky’s knees finally buckled under him, and Steve manoeuvred him to lie back down on the bottom bunk, which he was also rapidly outgrowing with the amount of calories he was consuming daily. Bucky was still caught up in the afterglow to help Steve much with getting off. He just felt bone-deep tired.

Steve was standing in front of the bed, one arm propped against the frame and resting his forehead against it. Bucky felt impossibly fatter when he let his head fall forward to look at Steve. He could feel his double-chin bunching up around his neck. His body taking up half his field of view.

Bucky couldn’t even see Steve’s hand on his dick, just the repetitive movement of his arm. The way the muscles moved, his right pec flexed and relaxed again and again. His whole body slightly jerking every time he fucked his hips up into his own fist. The bitten-off moans on his lips. All that over Bucky. The milky soft mountain of fat sitting on his upper body. The solid mass of food rounding out his stomach.

Steve’s forehead slipped off his arm and he just let his head hang for a moment. Then snapped up and locked eyes with Bucky. His pupils blown wide, lips bitten raw and coming over his own hand and torso.

Something fluttered and clenched when Steve climbed slowly onto the bed, wiped them both down with Bucky’s discarded shirt and tucked himself into Bucky’s side.

Bucky’s head reeled with a sudden realisation.

“What are we going to do about the bed?” Instead of answering Steve curled further into himself and hummed noncommittally.

“Hey, I’m serious. I don’t want to get kicked out.”

“Slat’s barely cracked, ‘ll tell Fury after end-of-summer check-in. They’re not gonna kick you out.”

“Maybe not, but I don’t think they’ll let me back in next year.” Bucky rubbed at the back of his head. “Maybe you could—I don’t know—come up to my place or something.”

Steve opened his eyes again but didn’t look at Bucky. Instead, he started playing with a loose thread on the comforter.

“One more summer. Then I’ll—” Bucky sighed, his hand found its way into Steve’s hair.

“I know. I know. Degree, then job. Wherever that takes you. Just thought it’d be— We’d have more than like an hour and a handful of moments to enjoy… this.” Bucky gestured very specifically to his middle and did not think about what else he’d like Steve to want. “What if they won’t let me come back next summer? Don’t really think I qualify for the asthma camp across the lake.”

“Fury’s determined to help everyone lose weight and Stark’s stubborn as hell.”

“They’ve failed three years in a row. This time pretty hard. Y’know after breaking camp property because I gainedweight while being here.” Steve stayed quiet for a long moment. They’d had this conversation a few too many times for them not to know all the arguments by now.

“You don’t think the sneaking around’s kinda fun?” Bucky just wanted to sighed. He felt the urge to shake Steve and make him see that Bucky was in this for a whole lot more than sneaking around to fuck like high schoolers.

“Speaking of your time’s up.” Bucky felt Steve moving up, about to lie down on Bucky’s chest and say those familiar words, “just five more minutes, Buck” but when Bucky kept his eyes firmly trained straights ahead the words died in his throat. Steve sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, then pushed himself up with a deep breath.

“Do you want anything special for tomorrow?” Bucky shrugged. His eyes suddenly felt to heavy to keep them open.

“Surprise me.” A barren olive branch.

Steve disappeared into the bathroom and Bucky finally let the sigh, that had been trapped against his chest, out. He stayed on the bed with his eyes closed until Steve padded out of the bathroom, across the cabin and pushed the squeaky door handle down.

“One more summer.”

#stucky #weight gain #Fat!Bucky #Get Beached

[solastia]

Day 3

Sanctuary, Reader x Jungkook, 5k words, 2/? Chapters

Hehehehehe, I’m really excited about this one. First of all, you mentioned that this story was a bit cliche. I looked up the definition, for educational purposes, ofc. Webster defines cliche as “something that has become overly familiar or commonplace.”

So...ok yeah, JK gets a whole lot of Noona kinks thrown his way, so MAYBE I understand why you decided to describe this as cliche. I prefer to describe it as a classic, a much-beloved trope, a tried and true fanfic standard. And this particular trope may be “overly familiar” or “commonplace”, but do you know why??!!! Because it’s hot as fuck, that’s why! So let the screeching commence!!!

Ok, so this is freaking difficult because I don’t want to give too much away but at the same time I want to talk about everything!!! Ok, so…

“Jeon Fucking Jungkook standing there looking bashful and ethereally beautiful next to the purple flowers like he’d just walked straight out of one of your dreams.”

Again, Madam have you been reading my diary?!?! This is becoming worrisome, stalking is illegal where I live. Lmao, anyways! Yes, this is how I imagine our doe eyed Golden Maknae, ethereal is a great way to describe him. In my head, the JK in this story is Euphoria JK with his slightly longer hair, pink and white outfit looking like an angel daring you to sin, ready at a moment’s notice to fly around a damn stadium while belting out notes perfectly! Ethereal, hell yeah he is!!!

Then our MC has the audacity to be like, “You can call me noona if that makes you comfortable.” Bish. BIIIISSHHH. Why are you uncovering kinks I didn’t even know I had?!?!?

Ok, as an aside, can I thank you for the little cameo we got of Manager Sejin? I think we, as a fandom, do not give that man enough credit! Uggghhhh, that man is FINE fine! Ok, moving on…

“You’re blushing like a middle schooler over a couple of meaningless messages!”

Das me fam! This fic is making me blush and squirm and uuugh, nothing’s even happened yet!

Ok, let’s move on to Chapter 2, when JK returns!

“Hey, Noona,” a cheeky-toned voice answered as you turned the corner and entered the foyer.”

I can freaking hear this in my head! Cheeky indeed!!!

Oh, damn, I almost forgot about the boots. THE BOOTS! Ok, remember what I said before about Euphoria JK?? Yeah, no. This is Stomper Boots Airport Lewk JK. What was I thinking? This boy ain’t even pretending to be innocent. He’s trouble. You know it, he knows it, and he knows you know it!!!

“He looks almost shy when he glances up at you. “Is it okay if we just stay here tonight?”

:/

What are you supposed to say to himmm???!!! Again, he is TROUBLE!

“Deadpool is on. Come watch, noona,” he says, patting the spot next to him on the bed.”

Madam, what do you want from me?!?! My sanity? You’ve already claimed that!

And the way you ended it!! AHHHH!

Ok, predictions, based on nothing but my gut feelings:

I think JK is gonna be a cute mix of commanding and bratty. I think he’s gonna come in strong only to be taken aback when our MC can give as good as he can! I want to see a flustered JK as much as I want to see a JK who will throw our MC on the bed and have his way with her as poor Thor gets an earful from the hallway! AHHH! Also, yes! I love that you named the MC’s dog Thor! Ok, I think I have screached enough for today. Until tomorrow!

💜💜💜,

Puppee Anon

I’m so excited to finish this one!!! It was giving me a secret outlet for my JK thirst 😂

(I have more to say but I’m at work so I’ll finish this later)

[shouldvebeenme]

itoh ragnarok is my fav mcu movie (I only ever paid attn to the thor franchise idc about the mcu actually I hate it a lot) but I rly understand where y'all were coming from w that "that's not the same loki" stuff now I'm seriously gonna retcon this fuckass stupid dumb idiot beavis and butthead ass looks like it belongs in a bug's life ass transphobic ass ugly color graded ass a middle schooler could have done a better job ass show out of my head. stupid fucking show. that's not loki that's just some guy. stupid clown ass corny as fuck show

#stupid fucking show i hope everyone involved gets THEIR favorite character ruined #like yess my fav genderfluid character just said something transphobic! #and the cisnormativity of sylvies. existence nah fuck this Loki series is cancelled #thats my oc now baby #this never shouldve happened #for the record i aint actually watch the episode i saw everything i needed to see w that remark

[lonelyghosts-stuff]

Avengers Infinity War-First Time Watching Reaction Play-by-Play (Pt. 2)

Part 1

I wonder how many people Gamora has killed? What made her finally snap to not serve Thanos anymore?

How DID Gamora find it? Like, who told her?

How did Thanos capture nebula?

Poor nebula. She’s literally been through hell and back.

Ohhhh she snuck on board...

Thanos you suck so much. You favor one daughter over another.

Oh. Where was said map to the soul stone?

Gosh I feel so damn bad for nebula. She was raised as his daughter too but he tortured her and tore her apart. Nebula never had the chance to be her equal. She deserves so much.

Taught groot as an elective? What about all speak?

Buckle up rocket. It’s gonna get emotional.

Thor is literally all alone. He needs a time to sit alone and cry and break a whole building.

Rocket and Thor friends? Please

1500 years old? Jane, honey, you escaped.

Gotta give it up to Hemsworth’s acting chops here. Especially talking to nobody in reality. Just a bunch of cgi

Ew ew ew eye socket

Should have washed that yikes

Snuck it out by hiding it up your? Huh? You watch too many movies rocket.

Huge title card. Thank you. I wouldn’t have known where we were despite them saying their location many times.

How is that video game battery not dead?

Perceptive rabbit

I LOVE that they used a dwarf to play a giant character!!! This is brilliant! (And that dwarves are giant for some reason lol.)

Soooo again Thanos killed everyone EXCEPT Eitri despite his “morality” supposedly being balance

Poor hands

Poor nebula

Smart nebula

Maybe should have waited to be fixed fully first

Ah crap. SOMEONE PICK UP THE SPACE PHONE

MANTIS

Love how Stark asks for peters help in steering and not Stephen lmao

Nice parking job

Peter, stop popping pop culture refs

Lmao ITS ABOUT TO BE THE ICONIC SCENE

YES PLEASE

Blanket of Death. Capey has a new nickname.

Where’s Gamora

Who’s Gamora

Why is Gamora

What master do you serve?

Jesus?

I mean, yea I do. So does Pratt lmaoo.

LMAO PARKER’S FACE WHEN QUILL SAID THOR WASNT HANDSOME

Storm breaker time baby

“In theory it could summon the bifrost” who theorized this? How do you only theorize and not know?

Oh my gosh mantis is just bouncing around

Mr. Clean lmao

Kick names, take ass

Hey now, these guys saved the galaxy and universe from Ego so lmao

Oh no I know the scene coming up

Poor quill lmao

“I’m half human. So the 50% of me that’s stupid, that’s 100% of you.” “Your math is, blowing my mind.” What’s funny is that Quill’s math was actually completely accurate lol

Stephen having a stroke or a seizure? You good homie?

Soooo if Strange looked to the future and so possible outcomes, what does that mean for the TVA? According to them, there’s ONE sacred timeline, so all other branches are erased (which again messes up what smart hulk eventually says in end game. See kids, this is why you don’t mess with time travel in stories. There’s no way to go back in time without creating a time loop). Ehhhhh I’ll let it slide. Just ignore it... sigh... I can’t help it if I’ve studied paradoxes

Hmmmm not good odds I’ve gotta say...

Watch like, outside of the millions of realities that strange saw, there were like a million or billion more he missed where they won with no casualties lol

Hey Red Skull. Long time no see. How did he get here anyways and why?

Yea you’re prepared all right...

Gotta say, Lord Elrond has seen better days

I’m not ready to say good bye to this Gamora. Gamora and Loki and Nat go down as my favorite characters, gotta say. I know that Tony does and it’s sad, but his feels more satisfying because his sacrifice directly results in them winning. Loki is murdered. Gamora is murdered. Nat died just for a stepping stone for the avengers. She has no idea whether or not they will actually win in the end.

I’m hopeful they may bring Nat back like in the comics, red room clone style.

We got back vision, Loki (kinda), variant Gamora, a new captain America, why not Nat? Yea we have a prequel, but gosh I love her so much.

“You must lose that which you love.” Couldn’t that apply to like an object or something? Could I not throw my Nintendo switch over the cliff? Or my dog? (I would hate that just as much as a person, don’t get me wrong, I’m just curious about the rules)

Yea boohoo sad for Thanos... loses his favorite daughter. I don’t care about him. He deserves suffering.

Poor Gamora doesn’t think he’s willing to do it.. GIRL RUN!!!

Thanos deserves all the suffering.

He does love you Gamora... but that love... it’s selfish. It’s blind... Thanos seems to be a chaotic vigilante who is narrowminded, tunnel vision on his goal with no regards of the cost. But he is evil. If there is ever an alternate route to an end that doesn’t result in the loss of innocent lives, and you know that but you willingly choose the once that costs innocent lives, that is an evil decision. Maybe Thanos isn’t evil, but he’s not good. Far from it. He’s obsessed with this idyllic Utopia but he rushes to one method of getting there. Yes, people suffer. It sucks... it’s unfair... it’s horrible. But it is never the right of someone else to dictate whether or not said person would be better off dead. Who lives, who dies. If Thanos truly was neutral and not selfish, he would have thrown his own life into the mix of the potential 50/50 snap. Thanos is not good. He’s not misunderstood. He’s a murderer. A genocidal cult leader. I have no tears for him. Only for those who suffered more at his hands.

Rant over, time to try not to cry about Gamora...

Her face of realization

Gamora run please

Thanos, I hate you. (Great character her, but not a good person)

Poor Gamora

Oh my gosh the emotion here is great but I’ve heard this sound used as a meme on TikTok too many times aghhhh

Gamora!

What a way to die

I’m crying again. I miss her already...

Who the hell designed this place and put the stone here???? Who did this?

Cry Thanos. Suffer. My only comfort here is that you are sad. You deserve suffering. You really do...

The TVA is laughing here and I’m not okay..

Poor Peter Quill... he’s also lost a lot like Thor, but has had the “luck” of not knowing his family too close.

Wakanda babyyyy

No, you don’t want Starbucks, you want Dutch bros

Lmao I love rhodey. Poor Bruce.

BUCKY BUCKY BUCKY

HUG

NO CMON HAVE A LONG HUG

MALE FRIENDSHIPS ARE SO IMPORTANT.

Yea Shuri show em up.

Okay quick pause, I love love LOVE how Shuri is smarter. It’s a powerful moment for females BUT it’s not done in a way that’s condescending to males! It’s not saying women power because men bad, she’s just good! (And she has had access to technology they never could have but I digress). More of this please Hollywood. Don’t let being a female be the power. I don’t want strong female characters, I want strong characters who happen to be female. Ones who hold their own, have faults like anyone else, struggle, have weaknesses and strengths, but are strong without putting down others. Just a comment, just because a woman character may not be as strong as a man character, that is not saying she’s weak. If you’re the second strongest human in the world, you are NOT weak. You’re just not as strong as the strongest human ever, but that’s nothing against you. LET WOMEN STAND ON THEIR OWN MERITS WITHOUT SEX AFFECTING THEM!

Anyways

I love Shuri

I wish they had more time. She definitely could have done it. But stupid Thanos

Ughhhghhg

I know what many scenes are upcoming... with quill and peter and vision and everyone else

Let👏🏻Bucky👏🏻Have👏🏻Peace👏🏻

Thank you Nat!!! I love that Nat is so protective and selfless.

GET THIS MAN A SHIELD

Bucky needs love please. He’s my stand in, manipulated, greasy, long haired, dark and mysterious, stabby boy. (Also I need Bucky and Loki to meet. But let Loki finish his show (and come out of it alive because if he doesn’t I will sue) and be the antihero hero we need. Please. If he doesn’t get reintroduced into the mcu as a hero I will sue.

Thor, sweetie, are you a masochist?

Back to wakanda

Oh no, bad CGI, floating head Bruce banner. I’ll let it slide... sigh....

Can’t like, you just rain bombs on them forever?

JIBARI TRIBE YEA BOYYYYY

Sorry Proxima Midnight, you look like a frog and your name sounds like a middle schooler’s OC.

How nice. Diplomatic meeting.

“Thanos will have nothing but dust and blood.” Reeeeeeally wish you didn’t say that, T’Challa...

Yay big CGI battle commence! It’s like a really expensive animated cartoon at this point

WAKANDA FOREVER!

Poor Bucky. Forgot this dude doesn’t know much about the modern world.

Ahhhh Kamikazi aliens

I just wanna say that I love that Wakanda still has the artistic culture in their clothing and tradition all the while having badass, super advanced technology.

Why can’t they just rain bombs down the whole fight lol. Rhodey has those super nice bombs, like, do that they he whole time? Please? Why do you not have a barrier around the entire king.

No M’Baku, it’s not the end of wakanda. But half of all life, yea

WAKANDA FOREVER YEAAAAAAA

They should honesty all have nano tech suits like black panther lol. Or iron man suits. Fine maybe the most powerful one with the best quality material for the king, but besides that, yknow.

Wow Steve is hot with a beard.

So much happening at once. Thor, Wakanda, Vormir, Knowhere, am I missing anything?

Okay, but what IS the full force of a star? Like in Newton’s or something? Juls? Is it heat?

What’s this metal? How does it fare with vibranium?

Get off your wooden butt, groot.

“He needs the axe” are you Thor, the god of axes?

Soooo, I thought Thor didn’t NEED the hammer, it just helped him concentrate his powers or act as a conduit. Is that retconned already?

Cmon groot, put down your game. Soooo, is Groot worthy? He technically lifted it. Or is it a technicality because it wasn’t fully finished yet?

Cmon bucky, use that fancy arm of yours.

Wow they’re getting destroyed.

They need wanda to help.

BADASS ENTRANCE BABYYYY

How did Thor know to come to wakanda?

Floaty head Bruce

“BRING ME THANOS!”

Ahhhhhahahaha yeaaaaaa

Cry Thanos. Do it. I hate you.

Much more of a purple grape nutsack.

Oh gosh... I know what Peter Quill is going to do. I still don’t hate him.

“With all six stone I would simply snap my fingers. They would all cease to exist.” Orrrr, now hear me out, I know I sound like a broken record now but... MAYBE DOUBLE THE RESOURCES INSTEAD?? That’s not mercy. That’s not up to you to decide whether or not someone’s better off dead.

Smoosh

Yea quill has experience with the power stone

AIM FOR THE HEAD

Cmon it’s basic zombie tactics

I love peter quill lmao

Go capey!!!

Magic with a kick!

Poor Peter

CAPEY NOOOOOO

Wow he’s OP

Ouch quill just got majorly clotheslined

NEBULA

“Where’s Gamora?” 😭😭😭 SHE CARES AGHHHH

Restrain him! Work it mantis!!!

Why even remove the gauntlet, just slit his throat... kill him....

Quill no... stop being cocky...

Oh no

Quill please don’t

JUST SLIT THANOS’ THROAT

Quill please....

Poor quill. Just lost the person who really really loved him

Okay, I still love star lord. Idc what others think. He reacted realistically. If you hate peter quill for how he reacted, you better also hate Tony Stark for how he reacted to bucky when he learned bucky killed his parents despite knowing for a fact that bucky was brainwashed. Yes it was annoying... yes they were so close, but quill is so human here. I don’t hate him. He gets too much hate for acting like any normal person would have. Distraught, grief filled, he lost his love. Someone who helped him open up and finally move on from his mother’s death and fathers villainy.

Spider man saving mantis gives me life

How did that power stone blast not kill them?

Clearly Thanos has played Majora’s Mask. At least he has good taste.

So close vision.... but I know... I know what happens.

YES BUCKY AND ROCKET GUN CIRCLE.

Lmao give rocket Bucky’s old arm.

“I am Groot.” “I am Steve Rogers.” Comedy gold

Cmon Thor, go after the big one first.

Cmon wanda, save them. We need some scarlet witch magic up here to stop these

Okay that was so cool. AND THEN SHE USED THE BLADES

Oh no but now Shuri is alone

So close yet so far.... Dangit... vision was almost good

Ouch. Bonk to the head

YEA BLACK WIDOW

BADASS TIME

AND OKOYE!!

LETS GOOOOOOO

BADASS WOMEN

Ouch poor vision

Cmon Thor back up vision

Please

Hulk is in his feels

Cmon hulk grow up

Ooooh smart move banner

Aaaaand he’s gone

Giant blade look oit

Corvus, screw off.

YEA STEVE

WHERE IS THOR WHEN YOU NEED HIM

CMON NAT

Oh dang. Nice one wanda. But also, sheesh. Helluva way to go. But no big.

Yea vision. Stabby time.

Now vision and Steve, kiss.

Spider man saving everyone’s lives.

YEA STRANGE

Where was this in New York???

MULTIPLYING

WHY DIDNT YOU DO THIS IN THE FIRST PLACE????

Oh no

Well then... ouch. Soooo where’s the real stone???

Hey look Tony, you have a fan.

Okay I’m just pissed odd they didn’t just kill Thanos when they had him subdued. Like, worry about the glove AFTER he’s not longer a threat

Oof

Tony is taking a beating

HE WAS STABBED

WHAT

I don’t want your respect Thanos. That’s an insult.

They will remember him. They will remember him Thanos. When he kills you.

DOCTOR STRANGE WHAT?

You really doing this??? I guess he knows what needs to unfold for them to win... dang. I wouldn’t trust him tho.

Peter Quill in berserker mode

Where’d he go?

Name dropping the second movie

Strange knows everything about to go down. Who dies, who lives, what Thanos is about to do... he’s accepting his soon dusted demise because Stark needs to live...

AIM FOR THE HEAD UGHHHHH

Stop teleporting. That’s Loki’s gimmick.

KILL THIS RAISIN LOOKING NUTSACK UGH

Homie way too OP

Poor wanda and Vis...

HER LIP TREMBLE

PHENOMENAL ACTING

SAY I LOVE YOU

I JUST FEEL YOU

AGGHHHH IM CRYING AGAIN

Poor wanda. To have to kill her love... this.. this is a sacrifice Thanos... not your murder....

Wow Steve is holding back Thanos with pure brute

WANDA IS SO STRONG

HOLDING BACK THANOS WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY BREAKING THE MIND STONE

I LOVE YOU

AGHHHHHHHHH

And I know what happens next...

Poor wanda

Piss off thanos you understand nothing

You lost more than she could know? Bull crap. You are causing everyone to lose...

Cruel reality. Wanda has to see him die twice. RIP Vision

RIP half of all life...

AIM FOR THE DAMN HEAD

IF THOR KILLED HIM THEY COULD HAVE USED THE GAUNTLET TO BRING EVERYONE BACK TO LIFE. USED THE TIME STONE TO REVIVE THEM ALL.

How did that not kill Thanos tho. It may not have been a head shot but still.

Lil Gamora

What is this place?

Is this the soul realm?

Thanos, I hope you suffer forever. You deserve all the pain...

Rest In Peace: Vision, Loki, Bucky, T’Challa, Groot, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, Mantis, Drax, Peter Quill, Dr. Strange, Peter Parker (I don’t feel so good), and everyone else...

Thank you Nebula.

Thanos, you do NOT deserve to retire peacefully—wipe that smile off of your face

Oop, Rest In Peace Maria Hill and Nick Fury too... Motherfu— (so close Sammy boy...)

Yea Thanos you didn’t really think that through. Much more than half will died since other people rely on other peoples lives

Good thing he hit that button last minute huh? I wonder how captain marvel would fare in the TVA? are her powers considered magic? I mean, she clearly doesn’t know everything since she only just learned about Thanos (which is funny because she was supposedly traversing the universe to protect people)

Welp... onto movie two!

[latent-thoughts]

The Pursuit of a Simple Life (Chapter 1 - PAC & Co.)

[Co-Authored with @emeraldrosequartz​]

Rating : 18+ (there be lots of citrus here).

Warning: None

Pairing: Loki/Original Female Character

Summary: Three years after returning to Earth with the other Asgardians following Ragnarok, Loki finds himself working for SHIELD, truly just trying to fight the boredom. While on an undercover mission, he unexpectedly begins to fall for his co-worker, Gemma, and she seems to feel the same way…about Dave, his alter ego while in disguise. Can Loki continue a relationship with her while keeping his true identity a secret? How many lies can the ‘God of lies’ spin to keep his pursuit of a simple life? 

[Post-Thor: Ragnarok (2017); THOR IS A GOOD BRO AND TOTALLY NOT HOW HE WAS IN RAGNAROK, THNX; Infinity War Doesn’t Exist; Everyone lives]

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IMPORTANT NOTES: Bold Text = Loki’s POV Normal Text = Gemma’s POV

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Loki sat at his desk, going through a list of mundane tasks that he had to perform today. Most of them were meetings.

Those just bored him enough to make him contemplate another take-over of Midgard.

At least it would be an exciting endeavour!

But… Loki wasn’t the same as he was during the campaign of 2012. He had recovered and dealt with his demons, as the Midgardians would say. It also helped to not have a constant psychotic influence on his mind.

He still suffered from the consequences of his actions, though, in certain ways. But over all, he was faring well, if he’d say so.

After landing on Midgard, post destroying Asgard, Loki had tried to settle down with other Asgardians in New Asgard (still counted as part of Norway). But, that hadn’t really worked out for him.

Thor was their king now, and Loki just couldn’t stand being relegated to his brother’s shadow while he ruled. He had himself ruled Asgard for more than three years, and now, the demotion just rankled.

The issue was, Loki wanted to carve out a niche for himself, a space where he belonged, where he could not be held down by the stuffy Asgardian values.

Hence, one day, just weeks after landing on Midgard, he had shown up at Nicholas Fury’s office. The man had nearly ruptured a vein in his head upon seeing Loki there. That was fun.

But it had worked out in Loki’s favour in the end, for he had offered his services to SHIELD off his own volition, explaining - in great detail - how he felt responsible for the safety of Midgard.

Surprisingly, Thor had supported him in this endeavour when Fury had contacted him, entreating Fury to give Loki a chance, since he had recently rescued all of the Asgardians and been on ‘good behaviour’ ever since. He had a sneaking suspicion that Thor just wanted him off his back, since he wouldn’t stop nagging him about his kingly priorities and unwise administrative decisions.

For some reason, Fury hadn’t put up a lot of resistance, agreeing to take Loki in as an aid to SHIELD.

Hence, here he was… trying his best to do his job.

Well, not quite.

He was undercover, investigating PAC & Co., the company he was pretending to work for. This was, by far, his most boring assignment in the last three years of his association with SHIELD.

The only bright point seemed to be the pretty young woman who sat a few desks away, in just the right location for them to be able to look at each other from time to time.

Her name was Gemma…… he forgot her last name, for it was something of a tongue-twister. Ah, Spitznaegel.

She was easy on the eyes, and she wore those pretty short skirts to office, something an Asgardian lady would never do. Those lovely legs were a sight for sore eyes, a great distraction for a wandering mind.

“Dave, man, you got a meeting upstairs. The boss is already there,” someone called from behind him as he admired the woman, pulling him out of his reverie.

Ugh, he hated his undercover name.

“Yeah, going man.” He stood up and rushed off to the elevator, making sure to give Gemma a smooth smile as he went by her desk.

Gemma immediately slammed her hand over the doodle she had been working on when she realized that Dave might see it. She smiled back, hoping the blush she felt rising to her cheeks wasn’t too apparent. She was trying to be cute and flirty…but honestly she just hoped to God she didn’t come off as manic or overly excited or…anything that might make Dave think she was weird.

The doodle said “G+D”. It was really stupid and immature and something that a middle schooler would do…but this job was SO BORING. Any kind of creative outlet helped her get through her day. And daydreaming about the hunky new sales rep - with a British accent…. uuunnngggghhhh–seemed to be taking up more and more of her time.

After Dave passed by, she leaned back so she could look at his little cubicle - it was even smaller than hers, but he kept it impeccably tidy - everything had a home and it stayed there until he needed to use it, then it was immediately returned to its place. He wasn’t there often - as one of the Outside Sales Representatives, he was usually on the road, meeting with existing or potential clients who may have a need to buy any of the wide variety of cardboard packaging and janitorial supplies made by PAC & Co…

God, this job, this company, her life couldn’t be any more dull…

The one bright spot was this awkward, budding infatuation with her hot co-worker.

Suddenly, a little fire ignited in her gut. If I don’t like it, I have to do something about it… she thought. Before she could talk herself out of it, she ripped a clean sheet of paper off her notepad and wrote: “Drinks later? Call me - 231.555.6743. 💗 Gemma”

Then she immediately crumpled it up, threw it in the trash, and got another piece.

“Hey cutie, how about—”

Crumpled. In the trash. New sheet.

“Dave - would you like to get drinks with me sometime? Circle Yes or No.”

Gemma groaned and threw that one away too, then put her head down on her arms over her desk. What was the point? She’d just blow it anyway.

With a sigh, she went back to running the sales analytics.

An hour later, Loki came down to his floor, feeling quite stabby towards his so-called boss, Oliver. The man was an absolute twit, with no manners to speak of. He had literally wasted his last work hour in that stupid, meaningless meeting.

He’d never have spoken to him so high-handedly had he known Loki’s true identity.

And that was the rub–he had to keep his true identity completely hidden. Pretending to be someone else entirely.

He had done so in the past, and he knew he was quite good at it. But Norns, he had not done so for this long (well, except when he was playing Odin). It had already been more than three months in this stupid disguise of short golden hair, ocean blue eyes, and appropriately priced Midgardian clothes.

As he passed by Gemma’s desk, he saw her trying to furiously write something on her notepad. She was so preoccupied with it that she didn’t even look up.

Oh well…

Setting his office folder on the desk, he set about completing the rest of the tasks he had before calling it a day.

Once that was done, he remembered that he had to take out some prints for his sales meetings the next day. So he gave the printer the appropriate commands and then went off to fetch the prints from the corner cubicle dedicated to the enormous machine.

Most of the office was empty now, and it suited him just fine. He could use some solitude in this mad place.

At the end of the day, most people had already gone home. But…her program had crashed several times that day. IT didn’t respond to any of her calls or emails, and now she had to complete the analytics by hand before she could leave.

F. M. L….

Not to mention…she hadn’t really given up on writing that note to Dave. She was on her 32nd attempt when he walked by, leaving his meeting, and she hunched over trying desperately to look busy so he wouldn’t ask what she was doing…

Oh, you know, just trying to craft the perfectly written 10-word letter to see if you want to get drinks with me sometime. Please don’t talk to me, or I may vomit on your shoes from the nervous breakdown I’m about to have over it. Thank yooooou…

Her pencil tip snapped off. Of. Fucking. Course.

Gemma stood up and headed to the cubicle where the printer, the pencil sharpener, and all the other “shared” office supplies were. And she was pleasantly surprised/utterly horrified to see Dave waiting at the printer.

Don’t blow it don’t blow it don’t blow it…

She walked up and stuck her pencil in the sharpener without saying anything, and it loudly started grinding away at her pencil. Dave immediately jumped and looked at her, shocked by the sudden noise. Gemma just…smiled, feeling her face turn beet red.

“Uh-hum….sorryyyyy….”

Oh God, kill me now…

Loki was pleasantly surprised to see that the disturbance in the supply-cum-printer cubicle was being caused by none other than his lovely colleague, Gemma.

She sweetly apologized to him for the noise, turning a pretty shade of red as he kept looking at her. Really, she was quite a fair maiden, and also, seemed to possess all the qualities of a lady of good breeding.

“It’s not your fault,” he replied, leaning against the printer as it churned out the prints for him. “These contraptions are far too noisy for their good, no?”

Oh God oh God oh God… Gemma’s stomach was in knots as she tried not to look like she might pass out. Come on…it’s just a person…HE’s just a person…you talk to people all the time, just open your mouth and SAY SOMETHING.

“Yea…yup…they sure are…”

GOD DAMNIT FUCK SHIT FUCKITY FUCK FUCK WHY?????

“So…um…whatcha printing?”

If he hadn’t been looking right at her, she would have facepalmed. Ugh…smooth, Gemma…

He smiled at her question, adding a bit of flirtation to his tone as he replied.

“I think you know what I’m printing, Gemma.” He licked his lips and watched her keenly as she turned redder still.

This was infinitely amusing. The girl was indeed attracted to him. Well… to his persona.

He licked his lips…HE LICKED HIS LIPS!!! Does that mean something? Is he flirting with me? Or are his lips just dry? Does he need chapstick? Should I offer him chapstick? Shit, it’s in my purse…should I offer to GET him chapstick?! WHAT THE HELL, GEMMA, HE DOESN’T NEED CHAPSTICK! STOP BEING WEIRD!

“Um…reports, I would assume?” Gemma kept her cool as best as she could. The pencil sharpener kept grinding away noisily as the printer churned out page after page. She tried to turn her attention to…well, anything other than his clear, blue eyes or that gorgeous stubble on his chin or his chiseled pecks she couldn’t help but notice through his button-up shirt with sleeves rolled up over his forearms that looked like they’d been crafted by Hephaestus himself…

She ended up staring at a worn bit of the carpet on the floor, but she couldn’t help looking up at him every few seconds.

He was quite disappointed that she pried her eyes from him. Mayhap she needed more… encouragement to talk?

“Smart girl,” he praised, crossing his arms as she fidgeted with the edge of her blouse. “I have a meeting tomorrow, so these are for that. Pitches and estimates, mostly. So tell me, what are you up to?”

Her heart pounded in her throat and her chest tightened.

Don’t say writing you letters…don’t say writing you letters...

“Writing…my mom…letters…?”

Suddenly, her fingertips touched the front of the pencil sharpener, and with a jolt she pulled her writing utensil from the device –it had been reduced to nothing more than a short, sharp stub.

“Oh…geez…” She looked at him, embarrassed, and the sudden silence without the grinding noise made her discomfort even more palpable.

“I’m…sorry. I’m finishing up some analytics - my computer crashed and I lost all my work and it needs to get done before I can leave, so I’m trying to do it by hand but now…” She held up the little nub of pencil. “I should probably be using a mechanical one anyway…”

Just then, a familiar and disturbing sound came from the printer…paper jam.

They both looked at the malfunctioning machine, and Gemma sprang into action.

“Oh! I can fix that. Happens all the time. I’m usually the one that has to deal with it so I’ll just—“

She unlatched the panel to the paper feed, but as soon as she opened it, a huge cloud of black toner shot out and covered her brand new blue blouse.

She froze, embarrassment taking over, and she looked up at him with terrified brown eyes, split between laughing at herself and crying in shame, but really waiting to see how he reacted before she did ANYTHING else…

Loki nearly burst into laughter upon seeing her present condition.

“Oh dear,” he said, biting his lip as he pulled the girl away from the printer. “I think you ought to rush to the washroom to try and clean that up. Do you need help?”

He deliberately added that last question to see her reaction. He was enjoying this far too much, even though the printer had malfunctioned and his work was stalled.

She almost sighed when he touched her. Oh, that contact was already more than she’d ever hoped for…even though she had to get attacked by office equipment for it to happen.

And the way he said “washroom” instead of “bathroom”… so charming! She almost swooned.

Then she remembered…he asked if she needed help…

“Uh….ah, no. Shit, I MEAN…um. It’s ok. I have my workout shirt in my gym bag…I’ll just go…put that on…”

With another nervous giggle and an apologetic smile, she excused herself from him, racing back to her desk, pulling her (thankfully clean) gym shirt out of her bag, and then power-walking down the hallway to the ladies room while calling back to Dave, “Be right back!”

He waved at her as she disappeared down the hallway, smirking to himself.

The girl was so nervous around him, it was endearing.

While she was gone, he fixed the printer himself–without any mishaps–and headed for his desk to give the print command again.

On his way, though, he stopped at Gemma’s desk and observed the chaos spread across it. The girl was quite disorganised, but then again, most Midgardians were.

He also took notice of her near overflowing trashcan, which was full of crumpled papers. He was going to simply roll his eyes and move on, but something caught his attention there.

On one of the unfurling crumpled paper, he saw his persona’s name, written in her messy scrawl.

That piqued his interest, and hence, he pulled the paper out of the can and read its contents.

And then he smiled mischievously.

Poor little Gemma wanted to get drinks with him… hmmm…

This could get interesting…

Pocketing that piece of paper, he left her desk and went about completing his prints.

Gemma came back soon after, looking rather awkward in that gym shirt of hers. It had the Avengers logo on it, at which Loki couldn’t help but groan.

Damn those annoying, self righteous imbeciles. At least Fury was honest about his less than savoury methods.

“So,” he said as he approached her at her desk, carrying his sheaf of prints, “are you done with your task? I was thinking we could have dinner together before heading home. What do you say?”

She almost - almost - lost it. Dave. THE Dave. Was asking her. If SHE. Wanted to get dinner.

She was fairly certain she wasn’t able to contain just a bit of surprised and half-elated laugh she instinctively made, but she caught just enough of it not to embarrass herself further. Her gym shirt embarrassed her plenty, with the faded Avengers logo emblazoned across her chest. She was outing herself as a huge nerd…

“I-ah…that would be great, but…well, I need to finish those analytics, and I’m not exactly dressed for the occasion anymore…”

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! He just asked YOU out! It’s not a date…it’s just co-workers getting dinner, that’s it. Casual. Cool. Nothing to freak out about…SAY YES!

“You know what? That sounds great. Yes, yea, let’s get dinner, Dave.”

She thought she might die. Dinner with Dave. Dave dinner. Dinner dinner dinner…with Dave.

“Um…where were you thinking? Hopefully not the Ritz…” She laughed too hard. And snorted.

He chuckled at her attempt at jesting.

“Perhaps one day, when I’m not weighed down by the burdens of my present situation… we’d go to the Ritz,” he replied, speaking plain truth cloaked in disguise. “But for today, I was thinking about this new pizza place, opened only a few blocks away. Do you like pizza, Gemma?”

He let his voice drop lower, making it sound as though he was asking about some dark secret, not pizza.

“I looove…pizza…” she said, finding herself lost in his eyes and realizing far too late that she wasn’t talking about pizza either.

She couldn’t move or talk or think or do anything except watch him…now that he was so close to her…

Oh. My. God. He IS flirting with me!!!

She swallowed hard, feeling her palms getting sweaty. She played with the hem of her shirt and fidgeted just a little bit, really unsure about what to do now…

“Then let’s go,” he said, offering her his hand.

In the back of his mind, he scolded himself for leading the poor girl on. He was, after all, a temporary presence in her life. He shouldn’t be making any personal connections on his missions.

He had been so strict about following that rule till date. He shouldn’t falter now.

Well, it’d just be this one-off dinner. Nothing else.

Soon, he’d expose the company he was employed in for its true crimes, and then he’d be on his way… soon to be put on another mission.

Gemma would just be a distant memory. And hopefully for Gemma, he’d be the memory of a pleasant distraction.

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The Selection Chapter 20

Summary: You are Manhattan royalty, making your marriage one people want to watch. What happens when the Avengers are your suitors?

Chapter TW: female reader, slight angst

Chapter Word Count: 692

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There was nothing you could do except sleep. You felt so completely nauseated by what you had done. Bucky was right. You weren’t playing with dolls. Sure, each person here was competing with each other, but that didn’t mean that they weren’t forming relationships. They had to, even if out of necessity. Steve had certainly proven that. 

Shouldn’t you at least try to do the same?

As you drift into a dreamless sleep, you try to think of some way that you can make this all better. 

You are the first in the dining hall for breakfast. You sit in the middle of the table, waiting anxiously for someone to come over to you. You feel like a middle schooler, hoping her crush will finally notice her. Although, you feel that the only difference between you and her is that she knows who her crush is, and you have no way to figure out who yours is or should be.

Bucky, ever the early riser, sees you and takes his seat at the opposite end of the table. The look he gives you is still full of betrayal. 

You can’t help but feel embarrassed. Why couldn’t you have just sent Natasha home like she asked? 

Thor is the next one in, and you have never been more grateful for him. He immediately takes the seat next to you. “I’m sorry I didn’t get to see you last night.”

You regret your decision now. You want to go back to your room and hide. You nod your head, acknowledging that you heard him but refusing to speak. 

He seems unfazed. “It is a bit early to have a full conversation.”

You want to call him a liar, but you fear that it would come off more aggressively than jokingly. Instead, you give him a smirk over your coffee mug. 

He laughs at you, lightening your spirits. “Well, maybe it’s early for you, but I’ve always been a morning person.”

“Lucky you.”

He shrugs before agreeing, “Lucky me.” He turns back to his meal, while you turn back to yours. An uncomfortable silence washes over the two of you. Just when you think that this meal could not possibly be worse, Peter takes a seat across from you.

“You sure are an early riser,” he greets.

You glance at your watch and debate whether or not to tell him that most people are already at work by the time you are eating, but you choose not to. Instead, you give him the same smirk you gave Thor.  “Good morning.”

He stays quiet for a few minutes before he suddenly says, “I was wondering if-” he glances nervously at Thor “-I could talk to you.”

You can feel Thor tense beside you, but you can’t focus on him right now. “Yeah, sure.”

And, once again you are thrust into the most uncomfortable silence of your life. You quickly finish your meal, though you still have quite a bit of food on your plate, and leave. “I’ll be in the gardens for a bit whenever you’re done,” you say to Peter.

You hope that he will take a while, but you know that that’s not feasible. In fact, you are barely outside before you hear Peter behind you. You ignore him and make your way to the bench that you had your first conversation on. 

“Hey,” he greets, trying to pretend he didn’t follow you out here.

You giggle. “Hey.”

He sits next to you before asking, “What did you want to talk to me about?”

You shrug. “Just wanted to talk to you. It seems like our conversations always get cut short.”

“Actually,” he laughs, “it seems like they all end just before I kiss you.”

“Maybe you just aren’t meant to kiss me.”

He recognizes your tone, and matches. “I don’t know. I mean, I obviously don’t want to spend time with you. Maybe I should just kiss you.”

“You are getting pretty annoying.” You lean closer. “Maybe you should.”

He finally does it. He finally kisses you, and it’s everything you could have hoped it would be.

“(Y/N), we need to talk.”

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