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I love your Dark! Bucky! Would you be willing to write a fic with soft! Dark! Bucky with forced age regression, where he kidnaps the reader and makes her regress but it’s super soft and encouraging? Thank you! I love your fics!

Let Daddy Help You

TW: Dark!Bucky; forced age regression; manipulation; kidnapping; dark themes

Pairing: Soft!Dark!Bucky x little!gn!reader

Summary: Bucky knows exactly what you want and how to give it to you.

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He was always so sweet to you. From the very moment you met him in that library. You’d even trusted him enough to share your secret lifestyle. That headspace that you sometimes let yourself slip into. He assured you that you weren’t weird and it wasn’t embarrassing in the slightest. He even bought you more stuffed animals. Bucky just seemed to always know what you wanted. At least that's what you thought, until you rejected Bucky’s request to be your boyfriend.

You just didn’t see him that way. You thought that he’d understand but his reaction told you otherwise. All you could remember was him lashing out and storming off. You ran after him, trying to calm him down and ended up inviting him over to your house for coffee.

He must have slipped something in your drink while you were in the bathroom because the next thing you knew you woke up in a very unfamiliar room. It was very brightly colored. Decorated like a child’s room. Your head was throbbing and you lifted your hand to touch it. That’s when you noticed the brightly colored sleeve of the outfit you were wearing. You looked down at yourself and noticed the onesie you were in and the shackle that was around your right ankle. “What the-”

The door to the room you were in began to open and your eyes widened at the familiar face in front of you. “Oh good, you’re awake.” Bucky said, walking into the room with a tray of food in his hand. “Bucky, what’s going on?” You asked as he walked towards you. “Daddy has breakfast for you.” He said, setting the tray on the bedside table. “Bucky what is this- Why am I chained up? Why am I wearing this?” Bucky seemed to ponder your questions before smiling at you. “Little ones don’t use such big words.” He said before grabbing the bowl, of what you noticed to be oatmeal, and sitting on the bed next to you. “You need to eat, sweetheart.” He said, voice hushed.

“Not until you tell me what’s going on. And let me out of this chain.” You demanded, tugging on the chain connected to your ankle. “You don’t get to make demands, little one. But I’ll do this: for every two bites of oatmeal you eat, I’ll answer one question. Okay?” You thought about it for a second before nodding. Why were you entertaining this? You should be screaming, thrashing, yelling at him to let you out. But you weren’t. Maybe it was because it was Bucky. Maybe it was his voice or his soft smile. The one that made you trust him even though you knew you shouldn’t.

“Good job, love.” He praised, lifting up a spoonful of oatmeal to your mouth. You reached to grab the spoon for yourself but he pulled it away from you. “No, no, little one. Let Daddy help you.” You wanted to protest but you also felt the need to be good for him. He brought the spoon back to your mouth and you allowed him to feed you the two bites.

“Alright. Now what’s your question, baby?” He asked. You thought for a moment before asking him. “Why am I here?” You asked. Bucky placed his hand on your cheek, tracing his thumb in small circles before speaking. “I want to take care of you, hun. I want to be your Daddy. I know you want this too.” His words were comforting and for a slight second you forgot that you were just kidnapped. Only for a second.

“Bucky, I don’t want this.” You told him. “Of course you do. You just need a little encouragement. Let yourself slip, little one. I can see it in your eyes.” You shook your head at his words. “I already told you no-” Bucky grabbed your chin. Not roughly, but firm enough to warn you not to pull away. “Let Daddy take care of you, Y/N. Don’t you want Daddy to take care of you?” He asked. Every word and gesture Bucky did was methodically done to help you feel comfortable enough to slip into that small headspace. You tried to fight it, you really did. But Bucky could tell he was getting to you.

“Come on, little one. You won’t have to worry about anything else. It’ll just be you and Daddy.” He continued to use that soft voice that always seemed to do something to you. “Be a good little one and listen to Daddy. You want to be good for Daddy, don’t you?” He asked, not even letting you get a word in.

Maybe letting Bucky be your Daddy wasn’t such a bad idea. You were already such close friends with him. The more you thought about it, you were seeing so many pros. All of the red flags and obvious signs that this was not a situation you should be in slowly faded away and you wanted to be good. You wanted Bucky to be your Daddy.

You looked Bucky in the eyes as he patiently waited for your response. The smile he sent you was the final kick that pushed you over the edge.

You nodded and Bucky booped your nose. “Good job, little one. You’re doing so well for me.” His comforting voice made you smile. Bucky pulled you into his arms and all of your worries left you. You knew exactly where you were supposed to be.

Right here.

Right with your Daddy.

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Babies don’t forget there’s an Etsy boycott from April 11-18 to protest the higher service fees recently instated for shop owners despite the fact that the company reported record profits last year. Etsy is usually one of my go-tos but I am absolutely going to stay off for the week. Without its vendors (many of whom are independent artists/creators) Etsy is literally nothing, and if these new policies are undermining their ability to stay on the site without risking their financial stability then they 100% deserve our support. No Etsy this week!!!

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Could I please request another dark Peacemaker x Reader? I absolutely LOVED your last one!😫 Maybe one where she's on a mission with him and decides to go against his orders so he punishes her after?🤔

Don't Disobey Me

TW: Dark!Peacemaker; gun kink(?); non-con; oral (m recieving); mentions of bombs; hints of killing a child; manipulation; swearing

Pairing: Dark!Peacemaker x gn!reader

Summary: You didn't follow orders. Chris made sure this was your last time doing so.

A/N: I am so sorry that I have been gone for so fucking long. I think I'm getting back into writing fanfiction again so hopefully there's more from me! Gonna try and write up all my requests before I start something else. Hope you enjoy!

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Following orders was not one of your strong suits. Especially when you didn’t think the order was something you should do. You were new to ‘Peacemaker’s’ team and if there was anything you had learned it was that he was anything but peaceful. He always went through with a mission, no matter what. He would do anything to “keep the peace.”

You learned that the hard way.

It was on a mission where his team was sent to kill a foreign politician that was contracting mercenaries to take out competition. Your job was to plant bombs in the building and detonate them. Everything was going well and you waited for your target to get to the right spot.

“Alright, Y/L/N, hit it.” Chris ordered through your earpiece. You looked at the window through your binoculars once more and you were about to hit the trigger before you noticed your target picking up a little girl and twirling her around. His daughter, no doubt.

“Wait- Peacemaker- there’s a little girl in there.” You stated. “I don’t care. Hit it.” He commanded. “No, I can’t kill an innocent little girl.” You protested. “Do you want me to fire you?” He asked. You thought about it as you watched the two inside the building laugh and play. Instead of hitting the button, you put down the trigger and stepped on it. “I’m not killing a child, Chris.”

There was nothing but silence on the other line and you left your vantage point. When you got down from the roof, you headed to the plane, waiting for the others to return. While you waited, you heard a large explosion. You sighed, knowing that he found a way to do it anyways. When they all showed up, you all got into the plane and flew home. The whole plane ride back was spent with Chris glaring at you. You shifted under his gaze. His eyes looked dark, menacing.

A few hours later and you made it back and you got changed in the locker room. On your way out, you were surprised to run directly into Christopher. “Go ahead, fire me.” You said, rolling your eyes. “Oh no, I’ve got something much more punishing in mind for you.” He stated, stepping closer towards you. You took a step back, bumping into the door. You scoffed. “What? Scut work?”

“I’ll teach you not to disobey my orders.” He stated before placing a hand around your throat. He used his grasp to push you back into the locker room. You clawed at his hand, trying to get him off of you, trying to breathe, but he only held tighter.

He shoved you up against the locker, the locks pushing into your back. “No one disobeys me, you understand?” He asked, loosening his grip around your neck slightly. “Okay- okay! I understand! Let go of-” Your yells were cut off by Chris planting a forceful kiss upon your lips. It was aggressive and full of anger.

“What the fuck?” You yelled once he pulled away. He didn’t say anything, he only forced you onto your knees. You tried to fight him, you really did, but once he realized you weren’t going to calm down anytime soon, he pulled a gun out from its hollister and aimed it at your head. “Stay on your knees.” He demanded.

Tears streamed down your face as you closed your eyes and sobbed. This had to be a dream. There was no way this was real. It couldn’t be.

You felt the cold metal of the handgun against your cheek. “Good job.” He praised as he patted the gun against your cheek. “Now open your mouth.” He ordered and you did as you were told. You heard him groan as he shoved the gun into your mouth. “Now suck.” He demanded. Reluctantly, you wrapped your lips around the gun and began to suck on it. “Oh come on, you can do better than that, can’t you Y/L/N? Just like you suck cock.” He explained. You still didn’t know exactly what to do and your hesitation made Chris bored.

So he grabbed your head with his other hand and began forcing your head to move. He methodically moved the gun with his other hand. Chris continued to force fuck your mouth with the gun for what felt like forever.

You felt relief once he took the gun out of your mouth and prayed that this was over. “Oh I was just getting you ready. Don’t think you’re done now.” He stated. “Please, let me go. I won’t tell anyone-” Chris shushed you before placing the gun against your temple. “None of that now. Undo my pants.” He ordered. With shaky hands, you reached up to undo his belt buckle. You prayed to every god out there that someone helped you. That you wouldn’t have to go through this inevitability.

You thought about screaming, about making a run for it. But the gun being cocked back quieted those thoughts and you pulled out Chris’ cock. “Good.. Good.. Now you know what to do next, don’t you?” You nodded at his question and took his dick into your hand. You hoped and prayed that you would forget about this, that you’d have some sort of accident that made you lose your memory of this night. You didn’t want to do this. But you didn’t want to die.

Tears fell down your face as you took him into your mouth. You hesitantly moved your head back and forth, only taking about half of him into your mouth. “Don’t hold back on me, whore. I know you can take it all.” And without giving you a chance to, Chris used his hands to force your head all the way down to the base of his cock. Your nose touched his pelvis and you began gagging.

He lifted you off just enough for you to catch your breath before shoving you back down once more. Chris was beginning to get impatient and he picked up his speed, relentlessly face fucking you. You continued to gag around him and tried to push off of him to catch your breath but he wasn’t having it. He slapped your face and continued his aggressive movements.

“Stop fighting it. Breathe through your nose.” He said, hips thrusting back and forth. You could tell he was getting close when his movements began to become strained. He thrusted into your mouth for one last time before cumming deep down your throat. “Swallow it all or I'll shoot you right here and now.” He stated, pulling out of you. You did as you were told, the salty taste still lingering in your mouth. Chris fixed himself up before forcing you to stand. “Don’t disobey me again. Unless you want something else to happen.” He challenged. “And don’t even think about telling anyone. Unless you want your life to be ruined for making false accusations against Peacemaker.” He stated, a sly smile written across his face. More tears fell down your face as he planted a quick kiss on your lips. “I’ll see you in our next meeting. Don’t be late.” He said, leaving.

You slide down to the ground, wrapping your arms around your knees as you sobbed. How were you going to get yourself out of this one..?

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Hi darl! Thank you so much for sharing your wonderful writing I too loved your peacemaker fic! I was wondering if you were going to write anymore peacemaker fics or if you have any suggestions for your favourites? 💖

To be honest, I haven't read any dark!peacemaker fics yet. I looked for some when I first watched the movie and didn't find some so I wrote my own! I do have a few ideas for some other peacemaker fics in my giant list of fic ideas tho

Thanks for the love!! ❤

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Jealousy, False Promises, and Marriage

TW: dark!Bucky, abusive relationship, gaslighting, manipulations, mentions of sex, jealousy, please let me know if more is needed

Pairing: Dark!Bucky x gn!reader

Summary: You recount your past decisions and what led you to this moment in your life with Bucky.

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You had no idea how you ended up in this situation. At first, he was the nicest person you could've ever meet. He always gave you everything you ever wanted. But he was clingy. Too clingy.

He would always make you tell him exactly where you were going and exactly who you would be hanging out with.

"Steve? Really? What are you trying to say?"

"What are you talking about?"

"He likes you!! How could you not notice? He's trying to take you from me."

"Bucky he's your best friend. He wouldn't do that."

"So you admit that he likes you?"

"He doesnt!"

"He does. Just stay home with me, please?"

"Fine.."

It didn't matter what you said, he would always win. He would always come up with a reason for you to stay with him. Or for him to go with you.

So when one day he told you to work from home you got skeptical, wondering if it was just a ruse to keep you home longer.

At first you disagreed, telling him that you liked your job and you like being about to get out of the house. Big mistake.

"So you're saying you don't like to spend time with me? Is that it? That you like hanging out with other people, other men, more than me?"

"No! Of course I'm not saying that, Buck." You grabbed his hands in reassurance. "I love you, Bucky. It's just-"

"Then quit your job. Let me take care of you." Your eyes went wide at his request. It was one thing to work from home. But to completely stop working? That just didn't seem like an option.

Or so you thought. Because the next thing you knew, you were calling your boss and putting in your 2 weeks.

On your last day, you came home to find Bucky waiting for you in the kitchen. The smell of your favorite home-cooked meal wafting through the air. He greeted you with a passionate kiss. "What's all this?" You asked, gesturing to the food he was preparing.

He smiled at you. "I told you. I want to take care of you. Go freshen up, it's almost done." You did as told, changing out of your work clothes and into some cute lounge wear.

Dinner was amazing and it was followed by some even better sex. Everything had seemed to be working amazingly. Bucky hadn't had an outburst in almost 2 months.

That was, until Steve called you one morning. You picked up, of course. He had called to tell you all about his new promotion and the dog he had gotten. It's not like this was out of the norm for the two of you. He was your best friend. Steve was even the one to introduce you to Bucky.

But this was the first time Bucky was home. The two of you were on the phone for almost an hour when Bucky walked into the living room.

You smiled at him. "Good morning, Buck." You greeted. "Who are you talking to?" He asked. "Its just Steve. Oh and he says 'hi'." Bucky's expression darkened. But before you could say anything, he had grabbed your phone. "Hey, Steve. I just remember that I had to talk to Y/N about something important. Just wanted to say hey before I hung up." He stated before hanging up.

"Bucky why did you-" Before you could finish he threw your phone at the wall. "What did I tell you about Steve? He's trying to take you from me! And what are you doing about it? Practically opening your legs for him!" He yelled. You stood from your spot on the couch and walked away from him, giving yourself some distance.

"What the hell are you talking about, Bucky? He's my friend! He just called to tell me about his promotion!" You yelled back. "Sure he did." He scoffed, walking closer to you.

"You're being paranoid, Buck." You stated. Bucky slapped you across the face. Leaving you frozen in shock.

"Bucky why did you-"

"Why are you being such a fucking dumb slut! Can't you just see that all he wants is to be between your legs?" Tears began to form in your eyes as you bolted for the door.

Bucky grabbed your arm roughly, pulling you back towards him. "Listen, Doll. I'm sorry. I just- I got so mad and I'm so sorry-" He pulled you into a hug and began crying. "I didn't mean it. Any of it. I swear-" he sobbed into your shoulder.

For some reason, you started feeling bad for him. Even though he was the one you treated you badly, you felt the need to comfort him. You wrapped your arms around him.

"Please forgive me. Please don't leave me." He begged. "I'm sorry too. And I won't leave you, I promise." You kissed the side of his neck as if to reassure him. "Marry me?" He asked. The question stunned you. Sure it was something you thought about but after the moment you two just had?

Why would he ask you that?

"I-"

"Please. To prove that you won't leave me." Bucky stated, voice cracking. And somehow, you found yourself agreeing to marry him.

So maybe that's how you found yourself in this situation. Standing in front of him at the altar, all your friends and family sitting in the seats next to you, proud looks across their faces.

"Do you, Y/N Y/L/N, take this man, James Barnes, as your lawfully wedded husband so long as you both shall live?" The pastor asked.

But what he was really asking, was were you willing to conform to everything that Bucky asked of you? Were you ready to live in fear as to what he was capable of? Were you ready to live with the man you thought you knew for the rest of your life?

You looked back at your family and friends giving you large smiles and one of them even giving you a thumbs up. You looked at Steve, who was standing behind Bucky. He gave you a soft smile. You gave him one back.

You couldn’t disappoint them.

"I do."

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Thank you so much for that dark!peacemaker x reader!!!!

Of courseee

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Hey bestie just checking to see if you're okay

Oh thanks a bunch for that! I'm doing okay. I've had a few issues with my mental health as of late so I haven't had much of the motivation to write. But I've stared feeling better!

I'm even writing again.

Thanks again for asking. Lots of love to you, anon.

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Hi I was wondering if you have any recommendations for a stucky X reader where Bucky yells at the reader cause he is stressed about Steve being sick I had read this ff a while ago and I just can’t find it for the life of me p.s. Bucky called the reader a third body in his and steves relationship

Btw I love your work😘❤️❤️❤️❤️

I'm sorry but I don't believe I've read that one. Hopefully someone else who reads this has! But thank you!

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Monophobia(4/?)

Monophobia(n)- an irrational fear of being alone

TW: manipulation; dark!loki; swearing; drinking; hangovers; gaslighting; intrusive thoughts(?); let me know if I need more please!

Pairing: Dark!Loki x gn!reader

Summary: Loki refuses to take no for an answer and what he’s saying seems pretty nice.. He’s changed, right?.. 

a/n- I take forever to upload and I’m sorry for that!! Feel free to add yourself to the Monophobia taglist!!

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As soon as Wanda made it to your house, she headed straight for you. In your drunken state, you stumbled to get away but ended up falling back on the floor. “Y/N! What the hell were you thinking?!” Wanda yelled as she grabbed your arm. “Wade, help me with them.” Wade grabbed your other arm and the two of them dragged you to the bathroom.

As they led you into the bathroom, you felt an unruly feeling in your gut and you knew what was about to happen. Hurriedly, you pulled yourself away from the two of them and fell to the floor in front of the toilet. Before you could even lift your head, you threw up right onto the ground.

“Damn it, Y/N..” Wanda sighed. “Let’s just put them in bed.” She told Wade. The two of them hoisted you up and dragged you to your bedroom, placing you in bed. Wanda made sure to lay you on your side so in case you threw up, you wouldn’t choke in your sleep.

Not wanting to go to bed, you sat up. “I don’t wanna. Let’s go out- do somethin’!” Though your words were slurred together, Wanda and Wade still understood what you were saying. “You’re drunk, Y/N.” Wade stated. “Not enough.” You mumbled. “Gods! You are such a fucking child, Y/N! Can’t you see that I’m your friend? I’m here to help. Why won’t you just let us help you? You’re making us worried, Y/N.” Wanda’s words hurt you but in your drunken state, you couldn’t even think right. Your brain, along with Loki’s influence, was twisting her words and all you got from her was that you were bothering them, causing a burden on their end.

It was the last thing you wanted and tears started to fall from your eyes.

“‘M sorry. Thought I could do it myself..” Wanda scoffed at your confession. “Of course you did.” Wanda mumbled before placing her hand on your shoulder. She gently pushed you back down on the bed. “Go to sleep, please. We can talk when you wake up.”

Once you had woken up, Wanda, Thor, and Pietro were arguing in the living room. Instead of announcing yourself, you waited. "He's gone mad, Wan." Thor said, pacing back and forth. "No, they've gone mad!" Wanda yelled. "Wanda-"

"No! I'm tired of them acting like this. I don't understand why they couldn't just tell us." Wanda stated, cutting Pietro off. "It's probably not easy. They probably just wanted to deal with it on their own." Pietro explained. 

"Yeah, you know how they are. They probably didn't want to bother us." Thor said. Wanda sighed. "I know. I just wish they would've said something before it led to this."

You felt bad for causing this. You should’ve known that it would lead to distress. They were arguing because of you. You didn't feel like talking to them or alerting them of your presence so you went back into your room.

You decided to exit your home through the window after you texted Peter, telling him to meet you at a small Café down not too far from your house.

Even though you needed the air, you still felt wrong. For leaving them. It seemed like you were always running from your problems.

While walking, your phone began to blow up with texts and calls from Wanda and Pietro. You did your best to ignore them, turning your phone on silent and turning off your location once you remembered it was on.

You met Peter at the café, taking a seat in front of him. He smiled at you. "You know, they haven't stopped texting me since you left.” You rolled your eyes playfully at him. The movement slightly hurt your head but you brushed off the pain. “Sorry about that. Did you tell them we were here?” Peter shook his head.

“No, I uh- I figured you needed a break from them. But I told them I was with you just to ease their nerves.” You sighed with relief. Peter was right, you did need a break from them. And you were thanking whoever was out there for the opportunity you got away from them.

“So what happened?” Peter asked softly. You groaned while rubbing your temples. “I got drunk again last night.” If Peter was disappointed, you couldn’t tell. The look you received from him was the same one you got when you first walked into the café. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” He said, smiling. Before you could say something else, Peter’s expression turned to shock with a glint of fear behind them. Like he had just seen an animal die.

You turned around, following Peter’s gaze. As soon as you saw him, your breath hitched. It was Loki.

He was here. How did he know? Why was he here?

You immediately looked away and tried to slouch down in your seat. “Look away before he sees us!” You whisper-yelled. Peter quickly did, slouching down as well. After a few seconds, you heard that all too familiar voice. “Hello, Y/N. Peter. Funny running into the two of you here.” Loki said, smiling at the two of you. You looked up at him. You knew him showing up wasn’t a coincidence. It couldn’t have been.

“Leave us alone, Loki.” Peter stated. “Loki glared at Peter before returning back to you. “I don't think Steve would be too fond of you going on dates with Peter, Y/N.” You rolled your eyes. “This isn’t a date. And I’m not with Steve. Please leave, Loki.” You said and you saw the slight curves of his lips turn into a smirk.

“Why should I leave? I simply came to get some coffee and decided to catch up with friends I haven’t seen in a while.” Loki said, sliding into the booth and sitting next to you. He set his coffee down in front of him. His tone sounded condescending and for some reason you couldn’t help but feel bad for assuming he was following you.

“We aren’t your friends, Loki.” Peter stated, giving Loki a death glare. The two seemed to get into a staring match that ended with Peter looking away, inevitably losing to Loki’s cold gaze. Peter reached for his phone but Loki got it before he could.

“You know, I used to have this exact same phone. Very easy to break, you should upgrade.” Loki mocked, handing the phone back. As Peter reached out for it, Loki ‘dropped’ it and it fell to the ground. “My apologies, let me get that for you.” Loki stood up abruptly and ‘accidentally,’ stepped on his phone. “What the fuck, man!” Peter yelled, gaining a few stares from strangers.

Peter picked up his phone and you saw the screen shattered. “Will it still turn on?” You asked. Peter tried, and it did, but he could barely see the screen with how shattered the screen was. “Loki, you need to leave. Now.” Peter demanded. “I have every right to be here, Peter. Besides, I see no protest from Y/N.” Loki turned to you. He gave you a sweet look and you realized that you hadn’t been asking him to leave as much as you should’ve been. Sure, he had hurt you before but it seemed like he’s changed. Yes, he was still vain and arrogant, but that’s just who he is.

Besides, you couldn’t just make him leave. He came there to get something to drink and who were you to tell him he couldn’t do that?

“It’s fine, Peter. He can stay.” You quietly told him, giving him a reassuring smile. Reluctantly, Peter nodded. “See, ‘it’s fine, Peter.’” It sounded like Loki was mocking you but you shrugged it off. “Have the two of you ordered yet? I heard their special is very good.” Loki said, picking up the menu in front of you. Peter gave you a look, telling you that he wanted to go. You wanted to leave too but you couldn’t help but feel trapped. You were trapped. 

“How have the two of you been?” Loki asked, setting down the menu. “Stop acting like we’re friends, Loki. You lost that privilege as soon as you hurt Y/N.” Peter scolded. “I never hurt them. All couples fight.” Loki argued. “Y/N, I need to talk to you.” Loki looked towards you. “Alone.” He stood, knocking over his coffee in the process. It fell onto Peter’s phone, effectively ruining it entirely. “Sorry about that.” Loki apologized. He looked back towards you. “Let’s go. Just outside while I talk with you.” He gave you that same smile that made you melt every time. You could never deny it, he was very attractive.

“Y/N. Don’t give him the light of day.” Peter begged, placing his hand over yours. “I’ll be fine.” You promised, sliding out of the booth. “You have 5 minutes.” You said, following Loki outside the café. You were in public. He’d be stupid to try anything. So you didn’t see the harm in hearing him out. Plus, you didn’t remember the conversation you had last night.

“What do you want, Loki?” You asked, crossing your arms. “You don’t remember what we talked about, do you?” He asked and you shook your head. “I’m leaving. I’m heading to Scandinavia. Specifically Norway. I want you to come with me.” You were taken aback. You had never left the States.

You’d be leaving behind your job, your friends, your- wait. Why are you even considering this? You promised yourself you’d never date someone like Loki again. And now, Loki is back. You couldn’t just get back with him. After all of those things he did to you, you can’t just forget.

“What makes you think I’d agree to do that?” You asked. Loki looked at you, confused. “You said you would.” You were taken aback. Did you really agree to that? “I was drunk, Loki. I agree with everything when I’m drunk.” You argued. “Well now that you’re sober, you should agree. I know how much you’ve been longing to leave the U.S. We don’t even have to stop there. We could travel the world together, Y/N. Just you and me. No distractions.”

You looked towards the window at Peter. He was looking back at you, a worried expression written across his face. “Come on, Y/N. We can come right back if you want to. I just want to spend time with you, show you how much I’ve changed without them to convince you otherwise. Give me a month.” Your eyes widened at his words.

A month? Could you do a month with only Loki to guide you? Could you go a month without your friends? “I have work-”

“Wanda and Pietro are your bosses. I’m sure they won’t fire you.” Loki said Pietro’s name like it was poison on his tongue.

You were stuck between choosing one of your best friends and your first ever love. But it wasn’t just Peter. It was all of your friends. If you chose Loki, you’d be abandoning all of your friends. You were sure you’d still talk with them when you could, but you knew they’d still be extremely upset.

Loki could see the gears in your head turning. “You’re worried about upsetting your friends, yes?” You nodded. “Don’t worry about that, Pet. If they were truly your friends, they would accept you as you are, just as I have.” You let his words sink in. He had a point. Your real friends would accept your decisions. But you still didn’t want to disappoint them.

“But I don’t-” Loki placed his hand on your chin, forcing you to look at him. “It’s not like you’ll never see them again. Besides, you’ve already dug yourself into a hole, showing up at your house drunk. What’s the worst that could happen?” You could barely register the words he said before you found yourself agreeing.

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“asexuality is just the lack of a sex drive, or a really low one” uuhhh no. really, no. that is incorrect, you have been lied to, i’m sorry.

asexuality is the lack of sexual attraction to anyone. sex drive is your horny meter. you can still be horny and not be sexually attracted to people! similarly you can be sexually attracted to people and not be horny!! amaze

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So today I found out there are some people who didn’t realise you could block someone on anon. NOBODY should have to put up with it, it’s bullying. So for those who don’t know, here’s how……..

First of all, go to the ask inbox from your account settings page (not the notifications page. You can do it from there, but it’s more longwinded) Open the ask inbox…….

Tap on the three dots and those options will appear. You can either report, block or delete.

Please reblog this so anyone who keeps getting anon hate knows what to do ☝

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Saw someone refer to Cartoon Saloon as the Irish Studio Ghibli and…

Yes. Yes it is. Seriously, watch their films if you have not had the pleasure already. Whether it’s the Irish Mythology trilogy

Or The Breadwinner, and upcoming ‘My Father’s Dragon’ with Netflix.

Watch these films. They are masterpieces of modern animation and innovation. I did my first film final on ‘The Breadwinner’ and have no regrets.

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snitches get stitches

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@yeahitsak