#collecting em like infinity stones

[verstappenclerc]

omg you’ll never guess another podium picture

#collecting em like infinity stones #what can i say #i’m nothing in my soul if not obsessive #1633 #lestappen #abu dhabi gp 2023 #charles and max #babies🫶🏻 #charles model face and max smiling proudly like a dork i can’t

[formulinos]

as Fernando Alonso and my tiger parents all said, "if you're not first then you're not winning" and boy, we have a lot of losers to pick out from this historic silly season. although it's fair to say that this was a W for entertainment, no one in the paddock has left the piasco unscathed, but some had it worse than the other. who, ultimately took the L in this situation? let's take a look at the contestants:

- daniel ricciardo: lost his seat at mclaren after repeatedly stating he was committed to them and humiliatingly making a state of the union at the mtc; reputation as a driver is hanging by a thread due to incompatibilities with the papaya chassis; could be either out of a seat or having to drive for alpine/haas which is lowkey the same thing; still the people's princess somehow and bagged a lotta money in the process tho.

- oscar piastri: invented a copypasta that will remain a staple of the community for years; not only burned all bridges with alpine but also with tons of other ppl in f1 who are now suspicious of him; got called out with peace and love by jenson button on sky sports; still has mark webber as a manager; did manage to get the seat at mclaren (historically an ok to good move for rookies) and is the new Australian Supreme apparently.

- fernando alonso: honestly he wasn't even the architect of the behind the scenes drama but he took advantage of the whole situation in front of him to commit the most hilarious acts of shithousery. only reason he is in here is because he will drive for aston martin next year.

- sebastian vettel: also not directly related to this but his retirement created the environment for the whole chain of shithousery that enabled fernando to have the best time ever. a possible L if AM does well next year but even if they do i think he checked out anyway.

- otmar szafnauer: moved from aston martin to alpine in hopes to have a more serious team, faced with the french admin instead; last one to know about everything that happens there; got ego murdered by fernando multiple times throughout the ordeal; has to be the spokesperson and call piastri out for his lack of integrality while everyone is laughing at him bc the rookie got em. - andreas seidl: has to be mclaren's spokesperson while zak brown is in hiding trying to lure more drivers to the mclaren roster; just wants to be an engineer in peace but is doomed to work for mclaren. - zak brown: american; collecting drivers like infinity stones; while you were reading this he created a mclaren team for the north macedonia f5 championship; will be the person everyone will point at if the piastri/norris link up flops; enemy no1 of the daniel ricciardo nation of fans.

- mclaren's 100 drivers except pato: all believed they could have daniel's seat; highlight for alex palou that lied for this, died for this, sucked and fucked some guy for this. - mick schumacher: somehow in all of the scenarios that doctor strange saw he is out of a seat. literally isn't involved with any of this and out of a seat if haas won't renew him; potentially out of the FDA which is the greatest Ls of them all in my humble yet correct opinion.

- esteban ocon: ignored by the alpine admin when it comes to his preference of nando replacement; potentially forced to drive with his rival (who is also his fathers' archnemesis' son); still in a stable contract though and in ok form so maybe not that bad; also managed to survive through a partnership with fernando alonso after all. - pierre gasly: potentially forced to drive his rival (who is also his fathers' archnemesis' son); might get to leave the red bull mass incarceration complex and catapult himself into french motorsports history for good which is as much as he might get in his career tbh.

- alpine: french; as a whole institution is in shambles; remains intact as an icon of the midfield anyway. - netflicks: might be out of their no1 source of content if daniel doesn't manage to get a seat for 2023; will def see little to no content from piastri's side; zak brown will hand them the script for mclaren's POV episode and it will be very Corporate Cool; might get to do a French Alpine episode in 2023 though which might work for them;  - danielrinas: had to endure a year and a half of this shenanigans; didn't get to enjoy the summer break; are living from daniel's monza win; falling to their knees at walmart.

who do you think took the L? vote here

#long post #we need to get to the bottom of this #piasco

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

awaiting the halcyone of the sea ghost and gaz rescue fics. collecting them all like the infinity stones 😳

I mean...now I gotta write 'em at some point lmao. Need to make a complete set.

#halcyone answers

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

I would also take Max Cooperman’s virginity. I’ll collect em all like infinity stones

not the infinity stones 😂😂

[certified-anakinfucker]

Get to know me <3

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Rules:  Tag (10) people who you want to get to know better.

Relationship Status: polyamorous qpr collect em like infinity stones and pokemon superiority /lh

Favorite Color: pastel pink tbh

Three Favorite Foods: pizza hut pepperoni pizza.. uhhh cheezits.. nutella

Song Stuck in my Head: it changes by the second like a badly tuned radio but. the song i listed below this bc its what i woke up to

Last Song I Listened To: “Midnight Breaks” (Amber Spill)

Last Thing I Googled: “midnight breaks amber spill”

Time: about 11:27am as of posting

Dream trip: back to go see my partner rn :(

Anything I Really Want Right Now: my partner, but also mmmmmmmm my paycheck

No pressure tags! uhhhh @perasperaadastrawriting @friedennic @beroyas @baba-fett @bitesized-dogma @calamity-aims @chiafett @canichangemyblogname uhhhhhhh @crowbafett and anyone else that wants! ♥️

#cheeri tag game #forgot to even make that tag #oopsies. anyway

[spottyissleepy]

I have Smallnose for my Small-ear. collect em all like infinity stones. What if we all brought them together. Their nagging and crotchety attitude would save the clans.

Oh gods poor Tawnypaw-

Hjsbdhfn welcome to the club ✨

#ask #firepaw cant count #spotty speaks #into the rewriteverse #that’s what I’m gonna tag things like this from now on #i love it

[rookthorne]

𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏

I'm Lana, and this is the crazed, kinky ramblings of an Aussie Devil in her 20s — an anarchistic writer of bed breaking smut, if the bed ain't broke, tease 'em some more, doll. collecting AUs like Infinity Stones and awakening kinks within my Chaos Kittens since '22. blog theme and header inspired by my baby, @thevillainswhore blank, empty, minor blogs, and spam likers will be BLOCKED.

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[kyuala]

me!! 😭 three??!? ur collecting us like infinity stones +%#=#? #=

KDNEKDNSKDND I TOLD YALL I WAS GONNA DO IT 😭 call me a pokemon master the way i gotta catch em all. i will be moots w every single mia on this site

#jk omg mia hiiiiii 🫶🏼 how have u been girl #hyudior #asks

[greysphone]

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#Marvel ultimate alliance pc windows 10 Pc

Marvel Ultimate Alliance 2 é um de RPG de ação, produzido pela Vicarious Visions e distribuído pela Activision, lançado em 2009 para Playstation 2, Playstation 3 e Xbox 360 e RELANÇADO mai dia 26 de Julho de 2016 para PC, XBOX ONE e PLAYSTATION 4. NOVA ERA GAMES ► (Utilize ovvero Cupom desconto “Hagazo” (sem as aspas) para 5% de desconto em toda a loja Granturco Gameplays do Início ► īaixe ovvero app do canal e veja tudo em um só lugar Marvel Ultimate Alliance 2 Gameplay mai Playstation 4 (Marvel Ultimate Alliance Bundle). Originally guarded by Nebula and Ronan the Accuser, the Stones are accidentally scattered by Guardians of the Galaxy dirigente StarLord across space and time Earth.ĭownload image here Marvel Ultimate Alliance Walkthrough Complete The Mad Titan Thanos and the Black Order (consisting of Corvus Glaive, Proxima Midnight, Ebony Maw, Cull Obsidian, and Supergiant) attempt to collect the six Infinity Stones per mezzo di order to achieve galactic conquest.

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Well, per mezzo di this Marvel Ultimate Alliance 3 Platforms Guide, we’ll be taking a aspetto at whether you’ll be able to play Marvel Ultimate Alliance 3 PS4, Xbox One and PC anytime soon. You’maestà probably wondering whether not Marvel Ultimate Alliance 3 will be making its way to other platforms. You’ll be able to take it all with you too, as it’s releasing Nintendo Switch. You’ll blitz through the Raft, countless villains, and explore the Marvel Universe as a whole. Marvel Ultimate Alliance 3 is almost here, allowing players to jump into the superpowered shoes of a huge collection of Marvel heroes.

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[strawwritesfic]

Rocket Raccoon x Guardian!Reader: Nutcracker

Summary: Maybe it’s not time to say goodbye quite yet.

Rating/Warnings: T (implied depression; implied self-isolation; set post-Endgame; complete disregard for the size of the Guardians’ ship)

Challenge:  "25 days of Christmas" Challenge by Sweet-n-Chaotic on Lunaescence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Nutcracker

Once upon a time, a younger you had flown throughout the galaxy looking for a place to call home. Once upon a time, you’d learned that home was not a place, but a people. Once upon a time, you saved that galaxy with your people. Once upon a time, you’d understood what belonging meant. Then came the Infinity Stones. Then came Thanos. Then came the Snap. You lost everything you fought for—well, almost everything, and you gave up what you had because you couldn’t stomach losing anything more.

That had been six years ago. All you had lost had been returned to you. Most of the Guardians (plus Nebula) welcomed you with open arms. You belonged again…only you didn’t. Even back on board the ship with them, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something deep inside you had irrevocably changed. What had once been your family transformed into a group of people you avoided speaking to at all costs; what had once been your job became a list of tasks you refused to do. All your time was spent alone in your quarters hoping no one would bother coming to see you.

A sudden knock on the door one afternoon intruded upon your miserable attempts to sleep through the day. So caught up in them had you been that you hadn’t heard the rest of the team entering the ship. You swore as you threw yourself out of bed. No time to check the mirror; quickly combing your fingers through your hair would have to be enough to throw off suspicion. Hopefully whoever it was wouldn’t be able to tell you’d spent the duration of their hunting for Gamora on the planet moping underneath your covers.

They knocked again. You sped over as quickly as you could considering the debris that lay strewn across your floor in the dark.

“Coming!” you shouted. “I’m com—”

You opened the door to reveal Rocket standing outside. Being so small, he easily slipped past you before you could step out into the hall to speak to him.

“Jesus!” he said as he looked around.

His horror was not unjustified. Any stabs you might have taken at cleaning up after yourself suffered the same problem as everything else in your life: a complete lack of interest once the chore was begun. They were your quarters, however, so no one had discovered the filth you lived in until that very moment.

Instead of picking up a top so grimy it was growing things, though, Rocket picked up one of the many similar knickknacks lining the shelves. “I still don’t know how the hell you sleep with these creepy things staring at you all the time.”

“They’re nutcrackers,” you said.

“I know. I also know I have some grenade launchers that would do a much more impressive job crackin’ ‘em if you really need some nuts cracked.”

“That’s not the point.” You pulled it out of Rocket’s claws before he could break the jaw on this one, too. “People on Earth collect them. They’re cute.”

“Cute. Right. Knew I shouldn’t have let you live there without me for five years. You came back weird.”

Tears filled your eyes at that remark. You tried to look away so that Rocket wouldn’t see them. Unfortunately, you weren’t quick enough nor was the room quite dark enough for him to miss your expression entirely.

“Hey,” he said, and when that didn’t stop your sniffling, he said it again: “Hey. I didn’t mean it that way. Don’t—you can’t just start crying like that—”

When you did not answer, you heard him sigh. Then his tiny hand grasped a few of your fingers. He led you over to the bed and yanked you down with him as he sat on your mattress.

“C’mon, [Name]. All I meant is that I miss you. We all do. You spend all your time in here. It’d be one thing if you just didn’t want to bother savin’ the galaxy, considering how ungrateful the galaxy is, but you don’t even want to help us find Gamora.”

You shook your head. What you were about to say would hurt him, but it had to be said. It had been on your mind for a very long time. “I’m leaving.”

“What?”

“You’re right. I came back weird. I’m not being of any use to anyone. So. I decided I’m leaving the team. Mantis deserves a bigger room anyway.”

“That’s not what I meant either! I just wanted to come by to say—guess it doesn’t matter what I wanted to say. But here. If you’re really leaving, you should take this.”

Very, very slowly you looked over at him. In one of his hands was clutched a small, red object: a nutcracker. You let out a gasp as you took it.

“I saw it at the store today,” he said, “and thought of you and your collection of weird soldier guys. Didn’t even steal it. I bought it with credits and everything. You can ask Groot. Anyway, I should go. You’ve got a lot of packing to do.”

“Rocket.”

Your hand encircled his wrist before he could leave for the door. He shot you a questioning look that you answered only by leaning forward and giving him a hug. A few more tears leaked from your eyes into his fur.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

He pushed you back a little with a light claw to your cheek. Though he’d once eschewed all signs of affection, you could see it pooling in his beady eyes then. “Just don’t give up on me yet, [Name]. ‘Cause I sure as hell ain’t giving up on you.”

“Okay.”

That seemed to be enough for Rocket. He scuttled away without another word. After a long time of gazing down at your gift, you finally put it away in a place of honor right next to your bed. Once upon a time, you’d happily belonged. Maybe you could find that once upon a time again.

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[aggressive-positivity-network]

do any of the mercs play board games?

Mercopoly (Board Game

Headcanons)

Scout:

You think he has enough of an attention span to play something that doesn’t involve sweating out his energy drinks?

Hell no!

He gets very bored very quickly, especially with something complex like chess.

He’ll play cards sometimes, but only Crazy Eights and Go Fish - that’s all he knows how to play.

However, there is one true board game he plays occasionally: Candy Land.

It’s one of the few board games that you don’t really have to read the rules for, and there isn’t any writing on the cards.

However, he only asks to play it when he’s not feeling very well.

Medic even has a page in his medical journal for the mercs that says, and I quote:

“The Scout has an extremely short attention span, and if an activity isn’t active or immersive, he will not stay long. If at any point he chooses a sedentary activity, a check-up is in order.”

As sad as it is, a request to play Candyland is a good way to know if Scout needs a little extra reassurance or support.

By the end of the game, Scout usually feels more himself, whether he wins or not.

Engie is especially good with Scout when he’s this way, being the one of the most emotionally sensitive of the group. But he also knows Scout would never admit straight-away how he was feeling, so he usually has a more fun way of getting answers.

“You feelin’ more like a King Candy or a Lord Licorice?”

“...Fudge Monster.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Yeah...”

Spy:

If you ask him, he will most likely go off on a tangent about chess, and how it’s a game of strategy, deception, and crushing your enemy with your wit.

He scoffs at any other game, and constantly makes fun of several of his more intelligent peers for finding interest in them.

“You are mercenaries. Blood-thirsty killers of men. And you are playing ‘Hungry, Hungry Hippos’ like a hoarde of kindergartners?”

But one thing he cannot resist is Sorry.

He considers it above normal board games because it has strategy - or at least that what he says.

He actually just likes it because it’s a game of revenge, which is like a drug to him.

He’s gotten so good at it that if he asks you to play Sorry with him, it’s almost guaranteed that he’s mad at you and just wants to let off some steam by giving you a horrendous loss. However, occasionally, he’s the one who loses.

Spy isn’t a poor sport, exactly - he’s too cultured for that - but sometimes his pride outweighs his manners and he convinces himself that the other player cheated through made up signs of deception.

He simply “allows” them to win because he “doesn’t want to make a fuss.”

But god help the unfortunate soul who decides to rub their win in his face.

Sniper had won five games in a row, and it was clear Spy was getting hot under the collar.

Sniper ended their games with a mischievous, “You’ll get ‘em next time, tiger.” and a small pat on his shoulder.

Spy immediately saw red, grabbed Sniper’s hand, and before the aussie knew it, he was against a concrete wall with a butterfly knife to his throat.

“I could kill you right now. Your final cry for Medic will be drowned in blood, and I would leave you here to die a painful, dramatic death. You’ll be replaced with a rusted trash can of a bot until they could grow another clone of you. Every memory will be gone. The team will be shrouded in grief, not because of losing you, but losing what the clone can never have. And I shall bide my time, ask the clone to play the same game, and kill them when they win. Another clone, another kill. And again. And again. And again. You think the Manns give a damn as long as their work is getting done? You will never be able to form a single thought before I spill your blood - caught in an eternal prisoner’s dilemma where you always lose.”

After gathering his bearings, Sniper finally spoke.

“Is this about your takeout?”

Spy scoffed.

“Do you really think - !”

“Tonight, my treat if you don’t kill me.”

Spy squinted.

“Egg rolls?”

“And an extra order of crab rangoon.”

“Your treat?”

“Yep.”

“How do I know you won’t poison me?”

“Chemical test before and after the food arrives.”

“How do I know Medic isn’t in on it?”

“Miss Pauling as a witness and Scout as an overseer. Pauling’s main objective is to keep us alive, and Scout can’t do bloody anything subtle, even if he wanted to. You can also play back the cameras in the lab, if the mood really struck ya.”

Spy held Sniper against the wall for a minute or two while he thought it all over, then let Sniper fall to the ground.

“I don’t need your sympathy, bushman. But you had better keep your end of the deal. I am the only backstabber around here.”

Demo:

Can’t even stay awake long enough to play most board games.

On the rare chance that he’s sober, he, Engie, and Medic like to play Monopoly.

Here’s the thing: you should never ask a drunkard, an engineer, and a sadist genius to play Monopoly together. It will not end well.

They have been playing the same game for years, with new rules in place and physical extensions to the board in order to try and end the game. Every other Friday, they take the weekend to try and finish it.

However, it all ends up fruitless.

Demo is usually the one keeping the peace, since he is the least competitive out of the three. That isn’t to say he isn’t clawing for the win as much as the other two, but he is definitely the least invested. He’s mostly staying out of principle.

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned, ‘s ta ne’er give up, e’en when the goin’s gettin’ tough. Roll the dice, doc.”

Despite his confidence, he’s not even sure what he would do if he or anyone else won. It would seem more like a relief than a celebration.

Medic:

He’s the one who started the Eternal Monopoly game, which has led to some theories that the game itself came straight from hell, and is one of the many punishments used on sinners. The box does smell a bit of brimstone…

He seems to enjoy the chaos that each round brings and the challenge of coming up with new rules to the game. To any outsider, his commentary and directions are complete nonsense.

“According to zhe ‘Calvinball Rule,’ as stated by Engineer, and the ‘Double Kill,’ as stated by myself, since the current time ends vis a three and ve all received at least two kills zhis veek, ve need to double every other roll and whomever loses zhe resulting game of ‘Bim Bum’ vill have to go to zhe Purple Jail.”

The rules and mechanics are like an unholy amalgamation of Monpoly, Sorry, chess, D&D, Bluff, and poker.

However, when Medic isn’t stapling pages of rules together, he likes to play a nice, relaxing game of checkers with Heavy.

Both of them are excellent checker players, but neither of them care who wins.

In fact, they usually talk over the game, taking the other player’s pieces as one of them shares a story from that day’s battle.

They’ve even played while Heavy was in surgery - leading to many unfortunate times when Medic had to fish a piece out of Heavy’s intestines.

One would think that a genius doctor would also have a passion for chess, but he expresses his disdain for it almost every time the checker board is brought out.

“Ach, people think chess is such an intelligent sport. Let me tell you, liebling, it is terribly overrated. If zhe devil can play chess, anyvun can. He might as vell just give souls avay, vis those shaky claws of his.”

Engineer:

Being the engineer, he is usually the one to add to the Eternal Monopoly.

Pieces, board extensions, cards, trivia - it gives him a nice break from all the weaponry.

He’s usually the one who remembers all the mechanics and rules, and serves as the judge if rules contradict each other.

“Alright, now let’s see here…we’ve got the Infinity Loop over here, but now you’ve got the Time Travel card…how many years? Infinite? Ho boy…looks like I’m gonna have to add a Hilbert’s Hotel square somewhere. Hold on…”

Despite his affinity for Eternal Monopoly, Engineer will play almost any board game. He learns new rules and figures quickly, and enjoys the challenges that brings.

However, if he’s particularly burnt out, he likes to take a break by playing Jenga. He and Spy have a friendly rivalry, since Engie can tell which blocks are supporting and Spy has quick fingers.

Spy, oddly, is a lot more amiable losing in Jenga - he knows Engie won’t think less of him - but Engineer hates when the bricks fall over. Not because it means he lost, but because, to him, it’s a failure on his part…even if it was someone else that knocked it over.

He’s made several blueprints for the perfect Jenga game, but has concluded that no human hand could put it into practice.

During one particularly bad day, Engie bumped the table, causing the whole column to come crashing down. Spy had already recovered from the noise, but Engie was still standing there, stone-faced.

His eyes were covered by his goggles, but it was clear he was crying.

Several of his machines had broken on the job, and to him, this was just another egregious mistake.

Spy carefully put the blocks back in the container, and Engie came to his senses.

“I’m real sorry, Spy. Maybe another time…?”

Spy only nodded. He was thinking.

The next time they played, Spy brought out a different container.

Instead of wood, the bricks seemed to be made of a sturdy foam.

“They fall a bit more…quietly,” Spy explained. He dropped one, and it only made a small bouncing sound. “Pyro uses these, but they allowed me to borrow it.”

Engie was a bit skeptical at first, since it was a new material, but he got the hang of it rather quickly. He was almost ecstatic the first time it fell - the blocks barely made any sound at all!

After a few games, Spy had to leave for an assignment. Engie put a hand on their arm.

“Thank ya, Spy. Maybe you ain’t the cold-blooded backstabber I thought you were.”

Spy chuckled, but said little else. He didn’t want to admit that noise sensitivity plagued him as well.

Pyro:

Pyro loves board games, and has quite the collection in their room.

Each plastic piece is at least a little melted, and all the boxes have two or three scorch marks.

Hungry Hungry Hippos, Candyland, and Uno are among her favorites.

He is an absolute beast at Uno, though.

They take each game very seriously, especially when they can convince the whole team to play.

As you can imagine, it’s pure chaos - it even led to a rule in the Merc Guidebook: “When playing Uno with three or more players with the inclusion of a Pyro, at least one Mann Co. representative and/or a mediating Medic must be present.”

Pyro has been known the hide cards, bribe players, or even try to set flame to competition. Playing Uno is almost like a mission, with weapon preparation and Spy posing as other players.

The mercs even have a betting stand that Sniper runs. All parties have lost a lot of money that way.

It’s pretty much the only time outside of battle that the team remembers how cruel and malicious Pyro can be.

Sniper:

Conventional board games aren’t exactly his forté, but he does enjoy a bit of cards every once in a while - Solitaire being his favorite.

He even has a pack of cards in his Sniper Square for that exact purpose. It allows him the pass the time without having to look away from his targets too often.

On occasion, he could be pressed to play poker, but only if the stakes weren’t monetary (i.e candy pieces, crackers, duties, etc.).

His favorite part of every match is shuffling the cards. Pretty much every merc could shuffle cards, but Sniper could make them almost float with how quick his fingers and wrists moved. He always began the game with a new trick he learned, which delighted his fellow players (usually Spy, Engineer, Medic, and Demo).

You could always tell if he had a busy day because he would avoid tricks with too much movement, which would be murder on his sore fingers and hands.

Pyro is currently learning card tricks from Sniper, and show off what they learn at the beginning of every Uno game.

Heavy:

He isn’t a huge fan of the bright, plastic-y board games that Pyro has, although he will play them if asked.

It’s mostly because of how complicated the rules are and the fact there are almost never a Russian translation for the directions.

He always prefers checkers, cards, or mancala, which he almost exclusively plays with Medic because he’s the only one who speaks fluent Russian.

Heavy can play a mean game of mancala, though, and it’s the only game he can beat Medic at.

Soldier:

The only games he will play are Battleship and Uno - but only after Miss Pauling convinced him it was “American enough” because the game had red, white, and blue cards.

He prefers the electronic Battleship because of the sound effects and voices. However, if it’s out of batteries, he’ll make his own sound effects.

Miss Pauling is the best at pretending to be a commander, so she’s usually the one playing with him - but, sometimes, Demo gets in on the action, too.

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[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Jane Foster’s child

Jane Foster x child!reader

Thor Odinson x Foster!child!reader

warnings:

a/n: no not a foster child, jane foster’s child 😌 also im so super glad you liked those!!! hope these are just as good!!! and im genuinely so sorry these took so long

prompt: anonymous: “Hey! I just read the Tony Stark x Potts!child!reader HC and I loved it! Would you do the same but with Thor and Jane? ❤️”

no babysitter = go to work with mom

dr. selvig gave you a rubik’s cube to keep you entertained

“fuck that! here, y/n, you can play my DS” -darcy

“can you not swear in front of my child?” -jane

you thought tonight would be boring, but then your mom and darcy collectively hit a homeless guy with a car!

“holy crap, we’re all going to jail!” -you

“don’t say ‘crap,’ y/n! we need to get him to a hospital!” -jane

ngl this dude was kinda funky

darcy used her taser and your mom covered your eyes, but you still peaked ;)

ride to the hospital

“don’t touch him, y/n”

“sorry, doc”

and the very next day you guys stole him 💕

“mr. thor, where are you from?”

“i am from asgard! it is much different from this realm, but your’s is adequate, i suppose”

“thanks?”

you could see the way your mom looked at him, though

he ate all the pop tarts >:(

she gave thor her ex boyfriends clothes

“yeah, donald was a real ass—” -you

“don’t say ‘ass.’ darcy curses too much” -jane

“sorry, mom...anyways, donald forgot to pick me up from soccer practice like, a dozen times. he sucked” -you

“this ‘donald’ doesn’t seem like a very good man...also, what is ‘soccer?’” -thor

you grabbed a soccer ball and tried to show him how to play but there was some other stuff the *scientists* had to take care of

you were a regular at izzy’s diner (well, mom was) and they always made you cute pancakes in different shapes!!

“ah, it’s a smiley face! that’s adorable!” -thor

“yeah! they like to surprise me whenever i come in. they’re pretty awesome” -you

*your mom literally beaming at how good thor is with you already*

you and thor were drawing on paper placemats

and then he broke a glass and you started giggling hdhshshs

but he had to leave

“no, thor, please don’t go!”

“i hope to meet you again one day, little one. hopefully fate sees it through”

:((((

no time to be sad bc ur mom’s lab got hijacked by the government

“hey, no fair! that’s my diary!” -you

“sorry, kid. there are constellation drawings we have to observe” -coulson

“aw, you draw constellations? wait, not now. you can’t just take all our stuff. especially that! that belongs to a child!” -jane

“sic ‘em, y/n!” -darcy

“don’t listen to darcy, y/n” -selvig

chilling in the trailer and missing thor bc he was the most interesting thing to happen to you and your mom in a while

and you wanted her to be happy even tho he was kind of crazy

“hey, mom? do you want to watch the stars tonight like we used to do? we could make s’mores?”

“that sounds like a great idea, baby! i’ve gotta go take care of some science stuff, so i’ll pick up some s’mores stuff while i’m out. love you!”

yeah she went to go see thor and he kinda got arrested but your mom came back home so you could watch the stars!

“so, do you like thor?” -you

“what? what makes you say that?” -jane

“it’s cool if you do, i think he’s awesome. a little weird, but at least he’s nice”

then thor and selvig came home and selvig was drunk as a skunk

*poking him while he giggles and tells you about thor*

“i wish your grandfather could have met that guy! he would have loved him...i wish you met your grandfather, too” -selvig

thor inviting you back outside

“i’d like you to teach me more about this ‘soccer’”

by the time you guys were done, it was 3am and you were too pumped to go to sleep

so thor told you stories of his home and battle and family

you didn’t want him to stop, you were fascinated by it all

and uhhhh yeah then earth kinda had some vikings show up

they told you that you’d “make a fine warrior one day”

and then yall got attacked by a ????? a what??? a destroyer???????

“get y/n out of here now! they shouldn’t have to see this!” -thor

you were still nearby and saw thor become thor again

after he was done fighting the destroyer, you ran to give him a hug

“that was awesome! can i hold your hammer?”

“maybe someday, little one”

then you didn’t see him for 2 years

which upset your mom a good bit, you had to help her through that episode. lots of sitting on the couch and eating ice cream together talking about how he wasn’t worth her time even tho you missed him too

but he came back! and then your mom sent everything flying bc she had an “infinity stone” inside her and thor took you two to asgard

“y/n! you’ve grown so much, i almost didn’t recognize you!” -thor

tbh you really digged the outfit they gave you, but also you were on another planet? thor insisted on giving you a tour (by flying you around)

“i do hope you’re having fun, little one!”

worrying about your mom simultaneously bc you overheard she was sick

but asgard got attacked and you and jane were confined to a room in the palace, which sucked because you wanted to see it all

but thor sent guards to bring you anything to keep you entertained

“maybe we’ll skip the mace for now, thank you” -jane

after several events that count as child endangerment, this chapter came to an end and your mom and thor finally made it official

loki called you a rodent and then saved your life so you were kinda iffy about him

about a year or two later, your mom had to travel a great deal in order to get some work done, so you were left in the care of thor, who took you to avengers tower

“oh, my girlfriend’s child is an angel! and they’re so intelligent, just like their mother!” -thor gushing to other partygoers

“yeah, thor, your ‘angel’ is sneaking drinks from the elderly” -tony

*sipping his beer* “they’re a growing teenager”

you did have an amazing time interacting with the avengers

and once they tried grabbing the hammer, you knew you had to get in on it (but you failed like the rest)

“don’t worry, my y/n, you have to be eighteen years of age to be able to lift mjölnir!” -thor

“oh, that makes sense!” -you, while thor aggressively shakes his head at the other avengers. he just wanted to make sure you didn’t feel bad you weren’t worthy yet :(

more child endangerment but really what did you expect?

thor went off world and your mom split it off w him but you did have his email so you were still in contact with him

swearing you saw odin on the street once or twice (fast forward)

and then your mom dusted and thor found you as soon as he possibly could, it was so good to see him

he took you in since you were alone now, you moved to new asgard and became prince(ss) of the new land by relation?? makes sense right

basically you and valkyrie made all the calls while thor grieved for years

but he still took care of you

“y/n, would you like to play video games with me? i think it may be a good bonding experience, what do you say?” -thor

“duh!”

uncle korg made you help him with fortnite while thor was asleep

you wished to wield stormbreaker one day

showing thor earth media! his favorite star wars character is r2-d2 dont ask why

he taught you asgardian recipes and you taught him...earth recipes?

when he was drunk he’d ramble on about his childhood and battle and enemies and jane and loki and hela and frigga and literally anything that came to mind

“y/n, could you please get me a beer? and get one for yourself, too” -thor

valkyrie most definitely gave you some battle training so you you blow off some steam, you were glad she taught you how to fight like a true warrior

thor wanted to teach you battle tactics so you could fight alongside him, but he never got around to it

a raccoon and bruce banner visited later on, proposing a way to get your family back, thor was an emotional wreck

his debriefing on the reality stone was tense when he started crying about your mom and everyone stared at you

“hey, don’t look at me. i don’t control the god, i just keep him company”

ending up waiting 1 second for the avengers to come back from their mission, resulting in you being stuck in the middle of a very heavy battle

“y/n, get out of here!” -thor

“don’t worry, thor! valkyrie taught me a few moves!”

“you make me incredibly proud, little one!”

“i’m not so little anymore, am i?”

“you will always be my little one, y/n. blood or not, that will not change!”

victory, but at what cost? it was a rough ride, you needed to get patched up, but your mom was finally home and thor...he decided it was time to leave earth again

“don’t worry, my y/n. i will see you again.” *tearing up* “i’m so glad i got the pleasure of raising you these past few years. i love you dearly, now go be with your mother”

you straight up wanted to bawl your eyes out right there

“well, y/n, you’re next in line for the throne of new asgard. what is your first command?” -valkyrie

“actually, i think you’d make a much better ruler than me. i’ve got to spend some time with my mother now that she’s home”

“you’re so much like him, you know that?”

staying with your mother, who was diagnosed with cancer not long after returning from the soul stone (a/n: jane getting cancer is canon in the comics and confirmed for thor 4)

“i missed five years of your life and now i’m sick, that’s just our luck, isn’t it?” -jane

she was understandably upset, but she also felt guilty

“mom, don’t beat yourself up. everything is okay, we’re still together right now. i won’t be going anywhere, i promise”

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[after-avenging-hours]

Out of Time [6]: Steve x Reader

Series Masterlist with dates on chapter releases - tag list will not be used for this series

Summary:  After Steve gets injected with a mysterious substance during a mission gone wrong, you come to find out that the only thing that can save his life is a pure sample of Dr. Erskine’s Super Soldier Serum. Unwilling to let the love of your life die without a fighting chance, you travel through the quantum realm back to 1943. Equipped with little more than your knowledge of past events, you have to figure out just how exactly you’re going to get your hands on that serum. Not only that, but with the infinity stones no longer protecting the reality you’ve come from, there is now a chance that your presence in the past can change the future you’ll return to. Can you succeed without messing things up? And if things go wrong, can you fix it before it’s too late? Or will you run out of time…

Word Count: 6761

Warnings: This part contains smut, Steve is a virgin for obvious reasons, Explicit themes (18+)

The next morning, you meet up with Dr. Erskine first thing to go over the plan for the day, along with Colonel Phillips. The Colonel then calls for a vehicle escort to take you all to where Agent Carter is getting the recruits initiated. The vehicle pulls up just in time for you to see her fist flying into one of the recruit’s face.

You scoff out a laugh, wondering what exactly that guy did to piss her off.

“Agent Carter, I can see that you’re breaking in the candidates. That’s good,” Colonel Phillips announces as he approaches the group. He then proceeds to order the soldier the get himself back up.

You stand next to Dr. Erskine and sweep your eyes over the group. You catch Steve’s gaze for a brief moment before he looks straight ahead at attention. You have to glance down at your clipboard to help fight off your smile.

The Colonel begins to pace in front of the recruits and gives his introductory speech. “We are going to win this war because we have the best… men,” he falters when he pauses and glances over at Steve. He turns to shoot Dr. Erskine with a look. The Doctor has to look away to keep his face neutral. “And because they are going to get better,” the Colonel resumes his pacing. “Much better.”

He continues to explain to the men what exactly they have signed up for. An opportunity to become the man that will lead the Allied forces into winning the war. A man who will be the first in a new breed of Super Soldiers. A man who will personally bring Adolph Hitler to the gates of Hell.

“We will be testing you in just about every aspect you can think of. Strength, endurance, agility, cognition, aptitude... By the end of this week, we will know you better than you know yourselves. You are on the clock from now until we’ve made our decision next Monday. You will follow every single order, explicitly as it is given to you. We tell you to jump, just do it, don’t bother asking how high. We will tell you when to eat. We will tell you when to sleep. Am I making myself perfectly clear?”

“Sir, yes, Sir!” all of the recruits shout simultaneously.

“Sergeant Duffy, you can take it from here,” the Colonel relinquishes control of the recruits to the Drill Sergeant.

“Alright, men! Step into formation!” He orders. “First up is the ropes course! Ready! March!”

You follow after the group, along with Agent Carter. You take notes on the performance and times of each recruit as they complete the course. You bite your lips and cringe inwardly when Steve barely makes it halfway up the rope wall before losing steam. It breaks your heart to have to check the incomplete box next to his name on the paperwork, but you know if you don’t accurately report what’s happening, it will raise several questions with the others.

This is just the beginning of a very long and challenging week. Every day the men are up before dawn, they have 30 minutes to eat breakfast, then they’re jumping right into the next test. Steve’s differences from the others quickly paint a target on his back. One of the recruits, Hodge, the one that Peggy punched on the first day, seems to have a vendetta against him.

You witness Hodge kicking out one of the posts of the barbed wire crawling course, forcing the wires to collapse directly on top of Steve, pinning him down. Sergeant Duffy was quick to put Steve to blame, but you happily wrote a mark against Hodge on his form. You’d definitely be reporting this back to Erskine.

Steve struggles for a few minutes but is eventually able to work himself loose and crawls out of the remainder of the course. You frown when you notice the back of his uniform is cut in several spots. You’re pretty sure you even saw a flash of red.

Later on, the men are given an hour for lunch. As the rest of the group heads for the mess hall, you watch Steve diverge off to the barracks. You rush to your room to grab your first aid kit. You step back out of the officer quarters at the same time he’s leaving the barracks, dressed in a different uniform. You release a quick whistle to catch his attention before jerking your head to the side to indicate he should follow you.

He looks around to make sure no one else has witnessed the interaction before walking over. You take him around the back of the building before ducking behind a series of large crates. “Vic, what are you doing? We’re going to get in trouble,” Steve whispers.

“Sit down and take your shirt off,” you instruct, kneeling on the ground to open your first aid kit.

“There’s no need for that. I’m fine,” he huffs stubbornly.

You fix him with a pointed look. “Steve, the sooner you stop arguing with me, the sooner we’ll be done, and then the less likely we’ll be caught.”

He stares back for a moment before giving in with a dejected sigh. He looks around once more before ducking behind the creates, too. He starts unbuttoning his uniform and turns around to sit cross-legged with his back toward you. Once the shirt is off, you hiss at the sight of the cuts on his back. Most aren’t too bad, but there’s one going across his right shoulder blade that’s deeper than the rest.

“You and I have very different meanings for the term fine,” you scoff.

“It’s really not that bad. Just hurts when I, you know, move…”

You breathe out a laugh, shaking your head at him. There’s that stubborn jerk you know and love. Leaning forward, you press your lips to the back of his neck. He turns his head slightly to glance at you over his shoulder.

“What was that for?”

You smile, “A distraction from the pain.”

He releases a low hum before turning his head back. You disinfect your hands before reaching out to inspect the deeper cut. You prod gently at the skin around the cut. Luckily, it’s not quite as deep as you originally feared and it won’t need stitches.

“This is going to sting,” you warn as you rip open a disinfectant wipe packet. You dab as gently as you can to the cut, but Steve still releases a harsh breath.

“Think I could maybe use another distraction,” he comments, his voice tight.

You oblige with a kiss to the top of his shoulder. Once you’re satisfied that you’ve cleaned up the cut, you pull out your healing spray from Shuri. “This will feel a little cold at first, but then it will start to numb the pain,” you explain before spraying over the wound. You tape a piece of gauze over the cut to keep it protected before moving onto the smaller cuts.

As the gel begins to take effect, the tension in Steve’s shoulders begins to ease. Your concentration breaks when he releases a long sigh. “Vic, what the hell am I doing here?” he asks, sounding dejected.

“You earned your spot, Steve. Same as the rest of them.”

He scoffs dryly. “But I’m nothing like the rest of them.”

“That’s a good thing!” you insist. “Steve, you know that this isn’t just about who’s tallest, fastest, or strongest. Your strengths are up here,” you tap at his temple. “Find a way to use that to your advantage.”

“Can’t exactly think my way out of a push-up…” He sighs, looking off into the distance. “I’m just so tired.”

You’re not surprised. He’s pushing his body past its limits. “I know,” you scratch comfortingly at the short hairs at the nape of his neck. “But it’s just a few more days. I know that you can do this.”

The scratch of your nails on his scalp helps to relax him. “Thanks, Vic. It’s nice knowing there’s someone here that’s on my side.” He looks over his shoulder to meet your gaze once again.

“I’m always on your side. Even when you’re being a stubborn jerk.” You smirk humorously.

He chuckles quietly and lets you finish bandaging him up. The rest of the cuts don’t need as much attention, just a quick spray of the healing gel before covering them with a few bandages, so the gel won’t rub off on his uniform.

“Okay, you’re done,” you tell him, so he can put his uniform shirt back on as you pack up your kit and collect the trash.

He slips the shirt over his shoulders but leaves it unbuttoned as he turns to face you, sitting on his knees. “Can I get one last distraction?”

When you lift your gaze to catch his, he taps a finger to his bottom lip, right where he’s giving you a goofy grin. You match the grin with one of your own before leaning forward on your hands and knees. You tilt your head and press your lips to his. As much as you want to give in to the kiss and spend the whole afternoon with him tucked behind these crates, you know it won’t be long before someone comes looking for the two of you. If you’re caught together it would immediately disqualify Steve from the program, so you keep things short.

Pulling back, you blink your eyes open. Steve’s face looks more relaxed than it has his entire time here. You smile at him encouragingly, “Go show ‘em what you’re made of, Rogers.”

Darting forward, he places one last peck against your lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

He finishes buttoning up his shirt and stands. He looks around to make sure the coast is clear before reaching a hand down to help you to your feet. You have him go first then wait a minute before stepping out from behind the crates and make your way back to your room to put away your first aid kit.

-

Dr. Erskine grabs you during breakfast the next morning to go over the progress on the recruits so far. While you’re in your meeting with him, the recruits are taken on their endurance run around the entire camp. It will take the full morning to complete the round trip. You can’t help but be worried about Steve, especially since you’re not there to watch out for him.

You step back outside to meet up with the recruits at the same time that they are returning from their run. You feel dread pooling deep in your gut when you see Steve sitting in the back of the escort vehicle. As you hurry your approach, you find that he doesn’t appear to be injured. In fact, he looks rather content. Maybe even a little smug.

The vehicle comes to a stop, along with the rest of the recruits. Sergeant Duffy dismisses them to lunch, a rather sour look on his face as he holds a bundled green cloth in his arms. Steve hops out of the back of the truck, confirming your thought that he’s not injured.

“What happened?” you ask as he approaches.

“The Sergeant said that if anyone could bring him the flag at the halfway point, they’d get a ride back the rest of the way. I pulled the pins out of the bottom of the flagpole. Once the pole was on the ground, getting the flag was easy.” He shrugs casually.

You and Dr. Erskine share a look, trying to conceal your smiles to not show favoritism in front of the others.

“That is one way to do it,” Dr. Erskine tells him before you both let him continue to the mess hall for lunch.

The two of you then meet up with Agent Carter to get her notes on the recruits after their run.

By the end of the week, Steve has found a few other areas to shine through. Every time you give Dr. Erskine your reports, you can tell that it’s only helping to affirm his feelings on picking Steve for Project Rebirth. You’re currently watching the recruits running through their afternoon exercises, with Agent Carter leading them through a round of push-ups. Your attention is momentarily pulled away from the group when Dr. Erskine and Colonel Phillips walk up, arguing over Erskine’s apparent choice to pick Steve.

“You don’t win wars with niceness, Doctor,” the Colonel huffs and digs through a weapons create in the back of one of the military trucks. He pulls something out of one of the creates that you can’t quite make out from your position. “You win wars with guts.” In the next second, he tosses the object into the group of recruits. “Grenade!” he shouts and your heart completely stops.

You’re about to dart into the fray as the recruits completely scatter, but then you notice one individual jumping directly onto the grenade. “Get away!” Steve screams, huddling over the explosive device. “Get back!”

Time seems to come to a complete stop as you think that this is the moment you’re going to watch him die. A full second passes, then another. As time seems to start moving once more at a normal pace, you realize that the grenade never went off. Everyone else seems to come to this conclusion at the same time and Steve begins to push himself out of his huddled position.

“It was a dummy grenade,” one of the other soldiers announce and everyone begins to collect themselves. “All clear.”

You find yourself releasing the breath you didn’t even realize you were holding.

Steve looks around in confusion. “Is this a test?” he asks.

You look over to Dr. Erskine and Colonel Phillips to find the two in a staring match. “He’s still skinny,” the Colonel mutters before walking around the doctor and heads off. Erskine watches his movements, trying to hold back a smile of amusement. Once the Colonel is out of sight, he gives that smile to Steve

-

It’s your last night at Camp Lehigh and you can’t even pretend to fall asleep. You should feel relief, knowing that Steve was successful in getting chosen for Project Rebirth. And a part of you is. But this means that tomorrow is your last day here in this time. Tomorrow is the whole reason you even ventured back into 1943. Tomorrow is your one shot at getting the serum. Tomorrow… you go home.

Unable to stand one more second laying still in your bed, you push yourself up and move the blankets off your legs. Peggy is fast asleep in her own cot, but she’s a light sleeper, so you try not to make too much noise as you slip out of bed. You grab your silk robe to throw over your nightgown once you’ve stepped out of the room. You twist the knob of the door as you carefully pull it shut, so it won’t click. You then walk barefoot out of the Officer Quarters and make your way over to the barracks. As you approach the main door, you pause when it opens on its own.

Dr. Erskine steps out, and he catches you standing there. He chuckles quietly, holding the door open for you. “Don’t keep him up too late.”

An embarrassed smile crosses your face. “I won’t, Doctor.” You slip inside before the door shuts behind you.

Steve is sitting on the side of his cot, with his back toward the door. He looks over his shoulder as you approach, quickly standing to his feet when he sees it’s you. “Vic!”

As soon as he’s within reach, your hands dart out to yank him close. You wrap your arms around his chest and bury your face into his neck, holding him tight. He stiffens at first, before relaxing into your hold.

“Is this my congratulations?” he asks with a gentle laugh.

“This is because you jumped on top of a grenade, like an idiot, and scared me half to death!” You squeeze him a little tighter. “I need to know that you’re okay,” you mumble against the side of his neck, breathing in his familiar scent.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, wrapping his arms around your waist.

When you feel the comfort of his nearness beginning to seep into you, you lean back and unwrap an arm to hold the side of his face. “This is your congratulations,” you say before placing your lips over his.

His arms tighten around your waist as he kisses back eagerly. “God, I missed having you so close,” he whispers against your lips.

Instead of his words causing you comfort, they hit you with a cold dose of reality. You pull back with a snap, your breath hitching.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asks, looking at you with concern.

You feel the pain in your chest like a knife to your heart, and you’re sure it’s plain to see on your face. “Steve, there’s something I need to tell you,” you confess.

His eyes become cautious and guarded. “What is it?”

You release a shaky breath, feeling the tears already beginning to well in your eyes. “After the procedure tomorrow… I have to go away.”

“Go away?” he repeats, brows furrowing. “You’re getting reassigned?”

“I-” you start before cutting yourself off. You know you can’t tell him the full truth. He wouldn’t understand. “Yes,” you force out. “I’m getting reassigned.”

His gaze flickers between yours, trying to get a read on anything that you can give him. “Well, where to? Maybe I can get assigned there also.”

You shake your head, your lips trembling as you attempt to fight off your tears. “No, you can’t. It’s something I have to do alone.”

He looks like he still doesn’t understand. “So, what does that mean for us?”

You exhale sharply, looking up as a last-ditch effort to keep the tears from falling. “It means we won’t see each other again.”

“Ever?”

All of your efforts begin to fail when your gaze drops to his once more and you see the look on his face. He looks absolutely heartbroken. You feel that knife in your chest dig a little deeper. “Not for a long time.”

He watches as you begin to fall apart in his arms, but he just can’t accept it. Steve Rogers never gives up on anything. “No, we can find a way to make it work. I’ll talk with Dr. Erskine and Colonel Phillips after the procedure. If it works, they’ll have to say yes, right? And even if they say no, we can still write letters to each other. This doesn’t have to be-”

“Steve,” you cut in. You can’t allow him to get his hopes us. “This is our last night.”

His breaths come in quick like he’s gearing up for a fight, but when he sees the raw pain in your eyes, he knows that now isn’t the time for arguing. Maybe he can change your mind before tomorrow. Maybe he can’t. If this truly is the end… “Then, let’s make the most of it.”

His hands cradle your cheeks before he pulls your face against his. He’s in complete control of this kiss and you are more than happy to submit to him. You’re not sure where this sudden burst of confidence has come from, but you are reveling in it. His hands slip from your cheeks, down your neck, and over your shoulders. He pushes against your robe until it’s falling to the floor.

The two of you stumble over to his cot, not wanting to part, as your hands roam over each other’s bodies. Your hands slip beneath his white SSR t-shirt before they crawl up his stomach. He releases you just long enough to tuck his dog tags inside the shirt before he helps you pull it off. He sits in the middle of the mattress and you crawl to sit on his lap, your nightgown bunching up at your thighs.

You hover over him, hands on his shoulders as you barely skim your lips against his. He stretches his neck up as you tease, trying to get more from you. Your lips split into a grin before your tongue darts out to swipe straight up the middle of his mouth. His hands shake when they grip your hips.

“Have you done this before?” he asks breathlessly.

You stop your movements and pull back to meet his gaze. “I have,” you confirm. “Does that bother you?”

He shakes his head fervently. “Oh, no,” he insists, squeezing your hips a little tighter. “As long as it doesn’t bother you that I haven’t…” He drops his gaze for a moment.

Your lips spread into a sweet smile and you run your fingers through his hair, lifting his gaze back up. “That doesn’t bother me at all, Steve,” you assure him.

He worries his bottom lip between his teeth, and you can tell he has more to say, so you wait patiently for him. “Bucky once told me that sometimes women don’t feel pleasure if you don’t do it right.” He pauses, looking at you with concern. “Will you teach me?”

You look at him with so much tender affection, he can feel it in his soul. “Of course.” You settle yourself a little more comfortably over his lap, with your knees framing his hips. “Just start by touching me.”

He glances down at where his hands rest at your hips, then his eyes travel back up the length of your body. “Where?” he questions.

“Everywhere.” Leaning back down, you capture his lips and kiss him fiercely.

His hands seem to take on a life of their own. They trail up your sides, exploring your curves so delicately, one would think you were made a glass. They skim just past the edge of your breasts, not quite brave enough to venture there quite yet. He traces the dip of your collar bone and the bend of your shoulders. As you continue to mold your mouth to his, he uses the touch of his fingers to paint the image of your body in his mind.

His hands then skim down your back, fingers spread wide so as not to miss a single inch. They come to a stop just below the curve of your lower back. Pulling out of your kiss, you breathe heavily as you catch his hooded gaze. Releasing his shoulders, you reach back and grip each of his wrists. Continuing to hold his gaze, you push his hands down even further until they are well and truly settled over the globes of your ass.

Steve’s breath hitches and his pupils dilate completely. He may not realize it yet, but you know your man has a thing for your ass. You grin deviously when you feel his hands squeeze. You rock your hips encouragingly, rubbing up on the erection that’s begun forming in his pants. He grunts in surprise at the sensations running through him and he squeezes your ass again. He feels like his heart is about to beat right out of his chest, it’s pounding so hard.

Wanting to touch even more of you, Steve’s hands glide down your thighs and slip under the hem of your satin nightgown. He moves at a pace slower than a snail as he moves back up your legs. His fingertips brush the curve of your ass once more, and when he expects to feel cloth again, he finds nothing but skin. His lips part in shock. “You’re not wearing underwear…” he realizes.

You can’t help the short giggle that slips out. “No, I’m not,” you confirm.

He swallows thickly, trying to process that information. “Do you do that a lot?” he questions, wondering how many nights you’ve shared a bed together like this.

“Sometimes,” you respond cryptically.

He releases a shaky breath, “Oh God, I’m going to hell for this.”

You laugh, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck. “Well, then we can go together.”

“Can…” his mouth has gone dry and his voice cracks. He has to clear his throat to try again. “Can I see you?”

“You can if you take off my nightgown,” you grin cheekily.

He fumbles a little, getting the satin material up to your waist. You help him remove the gown and let it fall to the floor. And suddenly Steve has a very naked woman sitting over him. After a quick glance over you, he quickly realizes that he could spend hours looking over your body and would never grow bored. He could explore you as he would an art museum. Looking for every single minuscule little detail within the great masterpiece. Lose himself in the curve of your hip, or the swell of your breasts, or between your thighs.

You notice where his gaze drops to and recognize the curious interest in his eyes. You take one of his hands back in yours and slowly bring it to the junction of your thighs. His fingers slide over your folds and he inhales sharply.

“You’re wet…” he surmises.

“I am,” you confirm with a laugh.

His fingers do a little exploring over the area. “Are women always wet like this?”

“No, not like this. It’s mostly just during arousal. It helps to act as a natural lubricant,” you attempt to explain while he’s got his hands on you.

“Where do I… go in?” he questions, his face flushing. He feels like he’s failing in class. Isn’t there some sort of primal instinct that’s supposed to kick in or something?

You smile in understanding and guide him to where he needs to be. “Just press gently,” you encourage. He does as you’ve instructed and slowly, his finger pushes in. Your lips part and you release the sweetest little mewl as your body welcomes him. “Add a second finger,” you urge, more than ready for the satisfying stretch your body has been craving from the moment of arousal.

It’s been a while since you’ve gone this long without sex. Especially since you’d been on that recon mission with the team for several weeks even before coming to 1943. Your body was begging for a little action. You have a brief flicker of thought on whether or not this is technically considered cheating, but then Steve flicks his fingers experimentally, hitting your g-spot, and all other thought promptly falls straight out of your head.

“Oh, right there! Steve, touch me right there!”

Steve doesn’t know if he should be watching what he’s doing with his hand or if he can just stare at your face. You’re absolutely breathtaking. Neck stretched, lips parted, eyes closed. You’re a picture of pure bliss. Your hips begin to rock against his fingers as your body tries to chase after its first orgasm. Reaching down for his hand once more, you position his thumb over your aching clit.

“Rub that in little circles.” You’re growing more and more breathless the longer he plays with you. The sounds coming out of you are so sweet, Steve can nearly taste the sugar in the air. You try not to be too loud, knowing there’s night patrol walking around the camp and you don’t want to call their attention. “Oh, Steve. That-” your voice drops with a sharp exhale. “That feels so good.”

Your hips stutter against his touch and your breasts heave with every breath. Steve is mesmerized by you. He’s not sure what drives him to do it, be it that instinct finally kicking in, or purely an insatiable need, but he leans forward and takes one of your breasts into his mouth. This must be the correct move because the sound that rips out of you shoots straight to his throbbing cock. Your hands dive into his hair, tugging and gripping at the strands, but also keeping him close and encouraging him.

Steve does his best to divide his attention, keeping his hand moving between your legs while he mouths at your breast. He tries to keep his teeth out of the equation, unsure if that will hurt you. He sucks your nipple into his mouth and laves his tongue over the hardened bud. His other hand reaches back down to grab at your ass once more. He uses that hand as leverage to keep you close and encourage the way you rock into his probing fingers.

“Oh yes! Right there, Steve! Don’t stop!”

He’s not entirely sure which area you’re referring to, so he keeps up with it all. He sucks even harder on your breast, circling his tongue around the sensitive bud. His hand between your legs is beginning to grow tired, but he doesn’t dare stop, and he continues to squeeze and push the globe of your ass.

Your voice continues to rise in pitch the closer you get to your peak. “Oh my God! Oh, Steve! Yes! Yes!” And suddenly, your body is tensing above him and your walls spasm around his fingers. Your climax hits you like a splash of paint on a blank canvas. You’re seeing all sorts of colors and swirls behind your closed eyelids. You hold onto him tight, afraid that if you let go, you’ll get whisked away.

He pulls away from your breast, not wanting to miss the sight of your euphoria, but he continues the movement of his hands. His fingers are pushed in deep, stroking at your quivering walls and thumbing at your clit. Your entire body shakes around him. Steve feels like he’s strung so tight that he may just join you with the barest hint of touch to his straining cock.

“Okay, okay,” you ease, gripping at his wrist as your body begins to come down from your high. He’s more than happy to keep going, but you’re going to go nuts from over-sensitivity if he keeps it up. “That was good,” you huff with a breathless laugh, guiding his hand to gently pull out from between your legs. “So good…” you drop your head unceremoniously to his shoulder, needing a second to collect yourself.

He feels your breath fan across his chest, sending tingles in its wake. “I didn’t kill you, right?” he asks jokingly.

You giggle breathlessly, lifting your head back up. “No. You were perfect.” Cupping his face in your hands, you slant your lips over his in a sloppy kiss and start to lean forward until Steve falls back against his pillow. Your mouth drags away from his, over the side of his jaw and down his neck.

“What are you doing now?” Steve asks as your lips ghost down the center of his chest.

You place a kiss just above his belly button before grinning up at him devilishly. “Now I’m going to do you.” Your fingers hook into the waistband of his pants, popping the top button and dragging down the zipper. In one move, you pull his pants and boxers off his legs, allowing them to join the remainder of your clothes on the floor. Steve’s cock is hard and ready for you, laying against his abdomen. He’s not as thick as you’re used to, but he’s definitely got more length than you were expecting. He’s also got a bit of an upward curve right now that seems to have gone away after the girth built up.

Your gaze flickers up to see that he’s watching you intently for your reaction. You give him just the barest hint of a smirk before you lean down and drag your tongue over him from base to tip. His lips part in a shaky breath and he throws his head back. You swipe over the very end of his tip, getting a taste of the pre-cum that’s dribbling out of his head. You wrap your fingers around his base to hold him steady before you take him into your mouth.

“Good God!” he cries out, hips jerking up and his back arching. He grips the bedsheets, his knuckles immediately turning white as he squeezes his eyes shut. He’s never felt anything like this before and he knows that it’s way too much. “Vic, honey, you gotta stop,” he begs despite the way his body thrusts up into your hot mouth. “I won’t last,” he shakes his head fervently, the muscles in his neck and shoulders tensing up.

Having mercy on him, you release him with a parting lick to the slit on his head. You keep your hand wrapped around him as you sit up on your knees and begin to get yourself into position above him. “Are you sure you want to do this?” you ask for his consent one last time before it becomes too late.

His eyes blink back open and meet yours before he nods. “Yes, I want this,” he confirms. “I want you, Vic.”

You smile sincerely and move to line him up with your entrance. His tip has just barely brushed against your slick folds when he jolts and tightly grips your hip.

“Wait! Wait,” he rushes, making you pause. You’re about to move off of him, but his grip holds you steady. “I’m not wearing a condom,” he tells you in a hurry before you’ll think he’s backing out. “I don’t even have one…”

Your muscles relax as you laugh lightly. “It’s okay. I have birth control.”

His brows furrow in confusion. “What is that?”

You realize too late that modern birth control hasn’t been invented yet. “Uhm… well, I have an IUD. It’s like a small device inside me that releases a certain type of hormone that prevents fertilization.”

“Oh,” he states simply, but wonders why he’s never heard of anything like that before. It certainly sounds handy. “And that’s effective?”

“Yes,” you smile in amusement. “So, can I…” you glance down to where you’re still holding him.

“Oh, yeah. Right. Go ahead.” His cheeks flare with embarrassment.

You giggle at his awkwardness. “You’re so adorable.”

He winces slightly at that, his cheeks only getting hotter. “Not exactly the words most men want to hear when you’ve got your hands on his penis.”

You laugh again and stroke his length in a comforting gesture. “Well, you’re not most men.” You settle back over him and align his tip against your entrance. “You’re my man.” With that said, you begin to sink down onto him. Your body welcomes every single inch that fills you until he’s pushed in to the hilt.

“Oh wow…” he breathes, hands gripping your hips even tighter.

“You okay?” you ask a little breathlessly, your body thrumming with sexual energy.

“Yeah…” he responds brokenly, trying to hang onto his last shred of control. He’s never felt anything like this before, there aren’t even enough words to describe what he’s feeling. Good is an understatement. Great is way off the mark. Euphoric might be close, but it still seems to fall short.

You give him a second to get used to the feeling of being inside you. Your fingers glide up his flat stomach and over the ridges of his ribcage. Sure, this body is smaller than you’re used to, but he’s definitely not as delicate as everyone has been made out to believe. This last week has certainly taught you that much. No matter what got thrown at him and no matter how hard he took a beating, Steve still managed to persevere. He picked himself back up and he kept moving forward. His inner strength somehow manages to shine brighter when he doesn’t have the muscles to back it up. Even though you’d been scared out of your mind when he jumped on that grenade, you’re also so incredibly proud of him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks, causing your gaze to lift back up to meet his.

“Like what?” you question, wondering what he’s reading off your expression.

“Like I’m the only man in the whole world that matters.”

The love that you feel for him in your heart swells like a balloon. You lean forward, cupping his cheeks in your hands, and brush your nose against his. “Because you are,” your words caress his lips moments before you capture them.

You start to move your hips in slow circles, taking great pleasure in the way he twitches inside you. His hands squeeze your hips before they fall back down to your ass. He uses his grip as leverage to start rocking up into you. His movements are a little sloppy, more of a reaction rather than a coordinated effort. It feels good either way and you have to pull your lips back to release the delighted gasp that’s desperate to escape.

Your hands reach up to grip the metal bar from the bed frame as you find a rhythm to grind down against Steve’s gentle thrusts. His parted lips are swollen and red from your kisses as they release stunted gasps and heady grunts from deep within his chest. His heart is pounding so fast, he thinks it might just burst, but if this is the last thing he ever gets to experience before he dies, it will be well worth it.

“Can I go faster?” you ask with a needy whimper.

Steve thinks he may pass out, but because he’s a sucker for pain, he nods his head fervently. Your grip on the bed frame tightens and the muscles in your thighs quiver as you begin to bounce yourself on his cock. “Oh shit!” Steve’s eyes roll back as unimaginable pleasure sparks through him. Every time you slam down on his cock it sends a bolt of electricity licking up his spine. He brings his knees up and digs his heels into the mattress, so he can meet you thrust for thrust. Just about every muscle in his body is screaming in protest from this past week of hard training, but he pushes through the pain because the pleasure is way too good to stop now.

Your body pulls him in so deep, he feels like he’s going to fall into you. And maybe, he already has. These last two weeks he’s spent with you have felt like a dream. You dropped into his lap like a fallen angel and every moment since has been pure fantasy. You seem to embody everything he ever hoped he could get out of a partner. You saw him for the man he actually is, not the one you wished he could be. You treated his jagged and broken edges with gentle understanding and care, instead of choosing to throw him out with the trash like so many others had before.

You made him feel like a man capable of giving and receiving love and affection. You weren’t just a flickering candle in the dark. You were a bright, shining beacon, like a lighthouse in a storm. Your light chased away his insecurities and made him believe that he could do the impossible. He wanted to spend every day of the rest of his life basking in your radiance.

“Steve! Oh my- Oh!” Your back arches and your entire body quakes with the power of the orgasm that crashes through you.

The way you clamp around him has Steve seeing stars. Just a few more quick thrusts and he’s emptying himself into you. Your bodies quiver in tandem as your hold on the bed frame weakens before you collapse against his chest. You’re both sweaty and your skin sticks together, but neither of you seems to mind.

“That…” he starts, in between his heaving breaths. “Was pretty incredible.”

You release a tired giggle and attempt to move at least part of your weight off of him. There’s not much room to go anywhere on the tiny, single-person cot, though. His hands slide up from your ass, to curl around your waist, and he keeps you close. His cock, limp and satiated, slips out from your folds when you shift back, landing with a wet slap against his thigh. You can feel a dribble of his thick cum beginning to leak out from between your legs, but you are entirely too worn-out to do anything about it.

You’re already half asleep by the time Steve tries to coax you up enough to be able to peel back the blanket and sheets on the bed. You tuck your head under his chin and slide a knee between his legs, relishing in the feeling of getting to sleep in his arms one more time. Your sigh of content is the last thing Steve hears before he falls asleep.

Part 7

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parkrstark rec list

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One Shots: 

his guy in the chair (Interwebs, Iron Dad, 2k, may and tony co-parenting)

sick peter (iron dad, ficlet, tony takes care of a sick peter)

mind control pt 1 (iron dad, ficlet, peter is mind controlled to hurt tony) 

mind control pt 2 (iron dad, ficlet, tony is mind controlled to hurt peter)

12.15.17 (Iron Dad, 4k, Star Wars nerds)

in color (Iron Dad, 4k, Christmas fic)

Honorary Parker (Iron Dad, 3k, Christmas fic)

when the sun shines (we shine together) (Peter&Ned&MJ,  Iron Dad, 1k, the Lipsync battle video)

To My Son (Iron Dad, 3k, Tony teaches Peter how to shave)

hell on the heart (Iron Dad, 1k, the ferry scene)

see what i see (Iron Dad, 2k, Peter is being bulled)

don't quit your day job, kid (Iron Dad, 2k, Tony is sick)

our boy (Iron Dad, 4k, Peter uses BARF to cope with Uncle Ben’s death)

there you'll be (Iron Dad, 2k, Peter gets his wisdom teeth removed)

concrete angel (Iron Dad, 3k, Skip is Peter’s teacher, tw: noncon)

i hold on (Iron Dad, 2k, Peter starts college)

my arms will hold you (keep you safe and warm) (Iron Dad, 3k, Peter and Tony have oxytocin withdrawals, better known as cuddle withdrawals) 

somebody must have (prayed for me) (Iron Dad, 4k, Bad guys use the sonic taser on Peter and Tony)

i followed your ashes (into outer space) (Iron Dad, 2k, Endgame Speculation)

make me strong  (Iron Dad, 10k, Skip is an old friend of Tony’s, tw: noncon)

so tender and mild (Iron Dad, 3k, Tony holds babies to help with his insomnia)

the eleventh commandment (Happy&Peter, Rhodey&Peter, 6k, Skip is Peter’s coach and Happy finds out, tw: noncon)

i pour my heart into your hands (Iron Dad, 1k, Tony has insomnia)

you had to pick on me (Iron Dad, 9k, parallel of Peter and Tony being bullied)

the talk (Iron Dad, Iron Bros, 3k, Tony and Rhodey give Peter the talk while they’re drunk)

almost home (Iron Dad, 2k, whump)

cryin' for me (Iron Dad, 3k, Peter dealing with Tony’s death post EG)

little miss magic (Iron Dad, Peter&Morgan, 1k, Peter gets invited to Morgan’s birthday party)

my old man (Iron Dad, 8k, Peter and Tony get into an argument while on a trip and are kidnapped)

if something should happen (Iron Bros, Iron Dad, 3k, Rhodey has to look after the family once Tony is gone)

you shouldn't have to (Iron Dad, 1k, Peter is terrified of needles)

you're gonna be (Superfamily, 3k, Baby!Peter is sick)

from now on (Iron Dad, 16k, Peter and Tony are stuck in a blizzard, Peter loses his arm)

i will, i promise (Iron Dad, 1k, Peter’s hurt and Tony’s protective)

ben's old number (Ben&Peter, Iron Dad, 5k, Uncle Ben angst)

without you (i was broken) (Iron Dad, 4k, Peter doesn’t feel his spidey senses around Tony)

always on duty (Iron Dad, Happy&Peter, 4k, Tony is hurt at a gala)

would have loved her (Iron Dad, 1k, Peter is a dad and missing Tony post EG)

father knows best (Superfamily, 3k, Peter gets bit by the spider)

Iron dad-iversary (Iron Dad, ficlet, Tony and Peter had known each other one year) 

Iron Dad Reunion (Iron Dad, ficlet, Peter and Tony reunion post iw)

interwebs get together (Interwebs, ficlet, Peter kissing Ned in the scene when May walks in on them right after Ned finds out his secret) 

peter is a father (iron dad, interwebs, ficlet, dad!peter)

tony stark defense leader (iron dad, ficlet, peter has a tony stark stan blog)

peter’s birthday (iron dad, ficlet, peter’s birthday being celebrated post IW)

ned and peter’s relationship is discovered (interwebs, May&Peter, Iron Dad, ficlet, may and Tony confront Peter about Ned)

bucky&peter (Bucky&peter, ficlet, stuck in the sou stone)

the talk (iron dad, ficlet, tony gives peter the talk)

Multi-Chapter Fics:

danger or trouble, i'm there on the double (Iron Dad, 5k, underage drinking at a party)

i see myself (in you) (Iron Dad, 28k, Peter and Tony swap bodies)

standing in the gallows (Iron Dad, 59k, Peter is kidnapped by Justin Hammer)

just believe (Iron Dad, 18k, Christmas fic, It’s Wonderful Life vibes, tw: noncon)

one makes me want another (Superfamily, 12k, Steve and Tony adopt another kid and Peter feels out of place)

mr. misunderstood (Iron Dad, Harley&Peter, 19k, Peter and Harley meet and don’t immediately get along)

come morning light (we'll be safe & sound) (Superfamily, 14k, Tony, Peter, and Steve are stuck living their worst nightmares)

fortune and glory (Steve&Peter, Stony, Iron Dad, 29k, Indiana Jones AU)

Whumptober/Whump Bingo

your heart is a masterpiece (and i will keep it safe) (Stony, 1k, tremors)

stabbing (iron dad, ficlet, hurt!peter) 

bloody hands (iron dad, ficlet, Uncle Ben angst) 

insomnia (iron dad, ficlet, tony has insomnia) 

“no, stop!” (iron dad, ficlet, panic attacks, skip westcott) 

poisoned (iron dad, ficlet, peter drinks a spiked drink meant for tony) 

betrayal (iron dad, ficlet, peter talks to norman osborn at a fair) 

kidnapping (iron dad, ficlet, tony and rhodey rescue peter)

fever (iron dad, ficlet, sick!peter)

stranded (iron dad, ficlet, peter has a Really Bad date)

bruised (iron dad, ficlet, may’s abusive boyfriend)

hypothermia (iron dad, ficlet, peter and tony kidnapped)

electrocution (iron dad, ficlet, tony watches peter be tortured)

“Stay!” (Iron dad, ficlet, peter buys his first apartment)

torture (iron dad, ficlet, peter is water baorded) 

manhandling (iron dad, ficlet, people try to kidnap peter at school) 

bedridden (iron dad, ficlet, peter is stuck in bed) 

branding (iron dad, ficlet, hurt!peter) 

rescue (iron dad, ficlet, tony rescues peter from torture. pain meds don’t work) 

serial killer (iron dad, ficlet, peter is kidnapped by a serial killer)

murderer (iron dad, ficlet, bad guy tells tony to kill an innocent person or peter) 

infinity war au (iron dad, ficlet, tony dies after thanos stabs him)

ripped from each other’s arms (iron dad, ficlet, tony and peter kidnapped together) 

one way window (iron dad, ficlet, tony watches peter be tortured)

attempted rape (iron dad, ficlet, peter saves tony) 

mouth stitched shut (happy&peter, ficlet, hurt!peter)

explosion (happy& peter, ficlet, someone tries blowing up happy’s car) 

chained to a bed (iron dad, ficlet, peter is kidnapped for 7 months)

5+1s

5 times tony forgot peter was just a kid (Iron Dad, 12k)

5 times it wasn't a hug and the 1 time it was (Iron Dad, 31k)

it's always sunny (in the rich man's world) (May+Peter & Iron Dad, 7k, Peter’s financial struggles)

5 times peter clung to tony (Iron Dad, 21k)

waving through a window (Superfamily, 9k, 5 times peter says he’s okay and one time he means it)

Stardust & Nightmares Series (tw: noncon)

baby, don't cry (Iron Dad, 7k)

don't scream  (Iron Dad, 5k) 

just close your eyes (Iron Dad, 8k)

and pretend (Iron Dad, 7k)

it's a dream (Iron Dad, 40k)

Asexual!Peter Series

the broken radio (Iron Dad, 4k, realizing he’s ace)

here to stay (Iron Dad, 3k, Peter deals with bullying)

these are my people (Iron Dad, 3k, Tony takes Peter to a pride parade)

life ain't always beautiful (Iron Dad, 2k, Peter has his first heartbreak

Darling, Don’t You Ever Grow Up Series

with arms wide open (Iron Dad, 14k, Tony and Pepper get pregnant, written pre IW) 

5 times peter saved aurora (Iron Dad, Aurora&Peter, 39k, ...and 1 time they save each other)

follow your arrow (Iron Dad, 1k, Asexual!Peter)

what brothers are for (Iron Dad, 5k, Peter protects his little sister, tw: noncon)

i will keep you safe (Peter&Aurora, Iron Dad, 3k, Peter and Aurora get stuck while hiding a birthday present for Tony)

Baby Mine Series

close to my heart, never to part (Iron Dad, 63k, Peter gets turned into a toddler)

give me back my kid (Iron Dad, 5k, Peter with the Avengers as a toddler)

Superfamily Series

Sick Peter (Captain Pops, ficlet, Steve takes care of a sick peter)

plane ride (Superfamily, ficlet, Peter gets nervous on a plane ride and his dads try to calm him down) 

After school Nap (Captain Pops, ficlet, Peter comes home to see Steve napping and joins him)

Artist Steve (Captain Pops, ficlet, Steve draws Peter) 

GPS and Road Rage (Captain Pops, ficlet, Peter annoys Steve while he’s trying to drive)

boy (run like you're bulletproof) (Superfamily, 3k, Peter comes home from patrol with a bullet in his stomach)

without a fight (Superfamily, 5k, Peter gets angry at his dads before they go to a mission and then they’re presumed dead)

with me by your side (Superfamily, 2k, Peter is kidnapped and a bomb is strapped to his chest) 

but i'm stuck (in colder weather) (Superfamily, 3k, Peter falls into a frozen lake) 

you should never blame yourself (Superfamily, 4k, Peter needs his appendix removed) 

give 'em what they want (without being too different) (Superfamily, 2k, Peter discovers he is asexual)

fear is a liar (Captain Pops, 1k, Peter struggling with his trauma of a past abusive relationship, tw:dubcon. self harm)

bloom (me and you) (Superfamily, Parksborn, 3k, Peter is bullied at school for being asexual)

take my heart clean apart (Captain Pops, Parksborn, Superfamily, 6k, Peter and Harry working through their relationship when one of them is asexual and the other is not) 

how can it be time already? (Captain Pops, Superfamily, Parksborn, 15k, 6 times steve stopped tears and 1 time he couldn’t)

can you hold me? (Captain Pops, Superfamily, Parksborn, 75k, Peter and Steve are kidnapped)

Constant as the Stars Above Series

peter's stars (Captain Pops, Stony, Superfamily, 175k, Steve is Peter’s biological father and they are homeless) 

chapel, little apple (Superfamily, 3k, Slice of Life)

stars in the city (Superfamily, wip, sequel) 

Stony Bingo

steve rogers-stark: full time dad/husband, part time spider relocator (Superfamily, 1k, “go be a hero”, AU, baby Peter)

sometimes, it all gets a little too much (Stony, 1k, Cuddling)

walking a tightrope with you (Stony, 2k, AU: canon divergence, steve and tony share a bed in clint’s farmhouse)

#iron dad #superfamily #stony #fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #my fic

[fandoms-and-flowers00]

lol imagine if Thanos didn't have the gauntlet.

Like he collects all the infinity stones but has no where to but them so he just carries 'em around in a tupperware tin lmao

#mcu #marvel #marvel headcanons #cause i said so #its now canon #plot holes #? #dont know her #thanos #screw him #tupperware #infinity stones #infinity war #the avengers #source: my brain #its 1am

[catchester]

Thoughts on Loki, Ep1

Spoilers, obviously.

So I thought the first half was rather patchy, it couldn’t seem to settle on what tone it wanted to strike, and of course, our Loki was always on the receiving end of a whomping.

Loki went from frightened to sassy so fast it made my head spin and I was feeling kind of disappointed.

I have to say, I think the problem with the first half was that so much exposition had to be given for us to understand what was going on, and they were trying to make that less dull by injecting humour, but it was a little hit and miss.

Then in the second half it seemed to find its legs. It still had humour, but fewer gags and more importantly, it had heart. 

Loki proved that he’s a force to be reckoned with and not even the mighty TVA can keep him prisoner. I did like his forcing the guard through time variances like she kept doing to him. You show ‘em, Loki!

But the real draw of the second half was the emotional reality. Finding those infinity stones just in a desk drawer, multiple copies of the most powerful forces in the universe, just sitting there, like they were nothing but paperweights.

Once again, Loki learns that his reality is a lie, but on a more conceptual level than finding out he was adopted. It’s not just his family, this time the entire universe does not work the way he thought it did.

Now at this point he’s free (ish) and could have just taken off for parts unknown, but he doesn’t do that. Instead he stays and goes back to what he knows, the greatest hits that Mobius was showing him, and he looks into what his future should have been. 

And we finally have confirmation of what we Loki fans have known for a while, Loki is not evil, Loki is in pain and trying to protect him the best way he’s been taught, by making people fear him.

And he stays, not because they’re making him, but because he knows he can’t go back. He can’t even change the future that upsets him, because how? Just borrow a time stone paperweight? Yeah, clearly that’ll work against the TVA.

And so he stays.

And then we have confirmation of just how powerful Loki is. Sure, he broke free, and sure, he overpowered that officious guard, and sure, he could have run. And had this Loki chosen to run, he would have been a real threat to the TVA. So much so that the TVA can’t stop him and needs Loki to fight his variant! (from now on Loki is main character Loki, and Evil Loki is the variant they’re trying to stop).

Infinity stones? Pah! Evil Loki? Yeah, we need help!

And that confrontation really will be interesting.

Right now Loki is on the fence, he’s there because he has nowhere else to go, and while it’s his choice to stay and see what happens, he hasn’t exactly declared himself a warrior for truth, justice and the TVA way.

He’s rudderless right now and he could go either way. He could help the TVA and become a hero/anti-hero, or he could join forces with evil Loki, who you know is going to try and tempt him.

He has nothing keeping him good now, no family to disappoint, even those who are alive, he can’t see again because he’ll disrupt the timeline again.

But there’s nothing keeping him bad either, no Thanos backing him, no family to rebel against.

There’s just Loki.

It’s going to be interesting.

I am slightly disappointed that the greatest hits didn’t cover Loki’s time with Thanos. We know from Gamora and Nebula that his followers aren’t exactly willing, and I’d have liked even just a few more clues about what happened to turn Loki from “I want to die” after he fell from the bifrost, to “I want to rule the universe.” I know both Joss and Tom have said he went through hell which toughened him up, but what kind of hell?  I’m hoping this might be touched upon in the future but considering he’s only just finished attacking New York under Thanos’s orders, well this seems like it would have been a good time to mention if he was under any sort of duress.

Other thoughts.

The hooded figure took the time bomb (I’m assuming the devices they leave in variant timelines actually destroy that timeline, so I’m calling it a time bomb). Now that’s got to be pretty powerful.

The hooded figure at the ends collects the time bomb before the TVA minute men can use it. Could they, one or more, be powerful enough to destroy the TVA? Magic doesn’t work in the TVA, but they built the time bombs, to presumably they will work in  the TVA.

What happens when a variant timeline reaches red? Is it too late to destroy with a time bomb?

Is the hooded figure evil Loki? I think it may be Lady Loki and they’re just trying to keep the element of surprise. It could also be Richard E Grant, who, as I’ve said before, I think will be old man Loki.

Is there more than one Evil Loki?

Mephisto. Is Evil Loki Mephisto? Is he working with Mephisto? I don’t know. I don’t much care either. I’m happy to wait and see. Traditionally in many religions with multiple gods, the trickster gods were the devil characters, so it wouldn’t upset me if Evil Loki was revealed to be the devil, or at least who we based the devil on. Then of course we have the debate, is Loki just making himself look like our red horned images of the devil using magic, or did we base our depictions of the devil on Evil Loki? That’s a chicken and egg debate that could last for years.

Then again maybe the kid just mean he was the devil because he was killing people, which is evil, and the devil is evil?

Eh, this Mephisto/devil thing doesn’t particularly inspire me, I’m more interested in seeing Loki vs Evil Loki, because you know it won’t just be a fight, and it won’t even be just an external fight. It’s the character development that comes from that clash which will be the most interesting thing, I think. And knowing Loki and his trickster nature, he’s going to keep us guessing for a while to come about whether he’s going to fight on the side of good, or evil. In fact, thanks to his mercurial nature, I’d say that was something we will never be 100% sure of.

So yeah, I enjoyed it.

Also, nice six-pack, Tom.

Very impressive.

#loki #loki tv show #tom hiddleston