#my fave mcu

[critter-of-habit]

Team 'give-Walker-shit'

[rvnclyd]

art prints ♡

[sugashook]

🐱🌹

[glindauplland]

i think matt's gonna need new glasses

[ex0rin]

Wyatt Russell as John Walker | Thunderbolts* Big Game Trailer

[irlplasticlamb]

god, please. reveal me the truth.

i need god to give me strength.

why does god seem so quiet to my petition.

prints + merch + c0mmission info pinned to profile :)

[sugarskies]

shit, he's cute

summary: bob falls asleep on john. john has a crisis. word count: 1,094

The thing about Bob was that he could fall asleep anywhere.

As in, anywhere.

It did make sense if one stopped to think about it. By his own admission, Bob had been homeless for most of his adult life. Sometimes that meant couch surfing, sometimes it meant sleeping on the one park bench that didn’t have rails on it. He learned to settle in wherever he needed to.

Where all he slept wasn’t something John necessarily thought of until that night. Sure, he’d seen Bob passed out on the balcony, at the kitchen counter, even on the bench in the training room, but he never thought twice about it.

Not until that night when he had to add to the list: John Walker’s chest.

There were a lot of explanations for it that had nothing to do with John. Firstly, it took Bob several minutes to actually slide down that far. When he first started dozing off, he was leaned against the back of the couch. As time passed, he fell on John’s shoulder and eventually his chest.

Beyond that, it was really late, and the last movie in the trilogy they decided to watch was surprisingly boring. So boring that Ava walked out less than halfway through. It was really a wonder that John hadn’t fallen asleep yet too. Then again, how could he?

Maybe he would have if Bob wasn’t on top of him, his messy curls tickling the bottom of John’s beard. His left hand was tucked under his side, his right set softly on John’s abdomen. How could John possibly fall asleep when his shoulder was so uncomfortable from being forcibly lifted on Bob’s side; when Bob’s gentle snores seemed louder than the movie?

John had every right to roll Bob off his body. Every right to slide out as quietly as possible, or to just stand up and let him fall where he fell. And he did try. He lifted his arm and started to slip off the couch but stopped when Bob stirred. Bob groaned quietly, shifted his nose into John’s chest as his hand gripped the fabric of his t-shirt, and John’s immediate thought was,

Shit, he’s cute.

That was the thought that got him spiraling. The unexpected observation that made him remember and overanalyze everywhere else that Bob had fallen asleep. Because he couldn’t be special. Bob didn’t lean on John because he was John, he was just getting comfortable in his random place of the day.

(And John definitely didn’t think Bob was cute. It was just really late, and he’d had a couple drinks, and his brain was confusing words or feelings or something.)

So, instead of sliding out or rolling Bob off him, John stayed put. He kept watching the movie and maybe his fingers slipped once or twice to play with Bob’s hair, but it was just because he was so goddamn bored. That was also why he couldn’t describe the plot—not because he kept looking at Bob instead of the screen.

Desperate to watch something more interesting (or distracting), John reached his left arm as far as he could toward the chair Ava had sat in. She left the remote behind and he was just too far away to reach it. He sighed as he sank back, the couch wobbling beneath him.

“Hm?” Bob squinted as he yawned. He brought his right hand to his face and rubbed his eye. For a split second, John felt sad for the loss of the warmth on his abdomen. Then Bob put his hand back down and squeezed the fabric again. “Sorry. Think I fell asleep.”

“You didn’t miss anything worth watching,” said John.

Bob nodded against his chest, his eyes mostly closed again already. John started to move his arm, but Bob shifted, leaned into it like he wanted him to stay. “Where’s Ava?”

“She went to bed. Back when you were still on the other side of the couch.”

“Oh.” He took a few slow, deep breaths before he spoke again, his words slurring sleepily. “Want me to move back?”

Please don’t, was John’s first thought.

“You don’t have to,” was what he said.

“‘K.”

They fell back into silence as Bob’s eyes drifted shut. John turned his attention back to the shitty movie, tried to ignore the way his heart pounded just slightly. If he thought too hard, he might remember how it felt to stargaze with Olivia, might realize the butterflies in his stomach were the same.

He twisted his arm, his fingertips grazing the surface of Bob’s skin. It was surprising how soft it was. John had always thought of men’s skin being rough like his, like his brothers in arms’, and Bob’s wasn’t. It was smooth, silky, warm.

“Sorry,” Bob mumbled, and John’s face flushed at the realization he’d spoken the last part aloud. “I know I run hot.”

Very hot, John thought, his gaze drifting to the sliver of exposed skin between Bob’s shirt and sweatpants. Then he shook his head, kicked himself internally, because what the fuck was happening to him.

Before John could think of a response, Bob sat up, only to wince and lean back down again. He pressed his forehead against John’s shoulder, his fingers on his temples.

“One second,” he whispered, and John could have stayed like that forever. “Head rush.”

“No hurry,” John breathed.

It took every ounce of John’s strength not to wrap his arms around Bob, not to pull him in closer and ask him not to move. He kept his mouth shut when Bob pulled away and stumbled to his feet. He stretched his arms as he yawned and stepped back from the couch.

“I’m gonna go lay down,” Bob said. He rubbed his hands under his eyes and smiled sleepily. “Night, John.”

“Night, Bob.”

John sank back into the couch when Bob left the common area. Somehow, though he was in the same seat as most nights, he suddenly felt like something was missing. Maybe he just needed somewhere to put his arms. He grabbed a pillow from the opposite cushion and wrapped his arms around it.

It wasn’t warm. It wasn’t soft. It didn’t have the weight to make him feel like he was in the safest place on Earth.

He tossed the pillow on the floor and stood up to grab the remote. He shut the TV off without a moment’s hesitation. There was no reason to keep staring at the screen, to keep pretending he was watching that shitty movie.

Not without Bob.

[lovereadandwrite]

shadow of shame, my beloved

[fulcrum-art-fox]

Ava rolling out onto the back of the limo like she’s totally gonna do something badass and save all their asses or something only to immediately get blasted by the very unpleasant noise and having to just nope out was golden

[tea4argenti]

Loki for president 2025

very dumb AU where Loki somehow became president and now Cap is his bodyguard while Bucky is still under Hydra's control, trying to kill a god.

apologies for the background's laziness, I'm very tired and I wanted to finish it today

(also sorry Steve, you look a bit like Albert Wesker-)

[tashdemetriou]

THOR: RAGNAROK

[xxplastic-cubexx]

chat if i may speak

[stevn-rgers]

Favorite characters: Wanda Maximoff

“I don’t need you to tell me who I am.”

[buildoblivion]

okay but favourite thing I caught on the rewatch is that throwaway line when walker tells yelena at least she was forced into being a black widow as a kid and “didn’t know better”… implying that deep down the wanker knows he should have

[hurtspideyparker]

Underrated MCU pairings

Happy Hogan and Peter Parker: THIS is the grumpy & sunshine trope you need. This is the MCU's Eleven & Hopper. The Ellie and Joel. While everyone was mooning over irondad Happy Hogan was putting in the WORK. Let's have some appreciation for this man and the way he took care of Peter in FFH and NWH. Also the scene where May dies and you can see Happy's heart break not for himself but for PETER. It was breathtaking, thank you Jon Favreau

Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff: They give big "my ex is gay so now we're just besties" energy. And the fun thing is you can choose which one is gay! They will most definitely be gossiping in the back of the room. Yes they are judging you. Yes they are hotter than you. Yes they say "I hate you" constantly and yes, that actually means "I love you" for them. People forget that other than Clint and Nat these two have been friends the longest in the Avengers. They hurt each other badly because they know each other, and they forgive because they care

Clint Barton and Wanda Maximoff: Clint being a dad in MCU is surprisingly fitting and the way he recognized that Wanda was just a hurt kid being used as a pawn and helped guide her was fantastic. The "you're an Avenger if you step out those doors" speech in AOU? Glorious. And in Civil War when he comes to rescue her from the compound and holds her hand like AH I don't even have daddy issues and I'm looking at Clint like "papa 🥺". Plus the respect and love shared for Pietro was really moving: "Nathaniel Pietro Barton"

T'Challa and Steve Rogers: Both born leaders, they have an incredible understanding of the duty and responsibility they each shoulder. Such a natural respect and trust between people who may not have much personal history, but share the same lionheart. T'Challa trusting Steve with Wakanda's secrets was special, and showing up time and time again for him. Plus the "someone get this man a shield!" before the Infinity War battle was the cherry on top

Anyone to add?

[risrambles]

unfortunately if we do get the whole “sentry using everyone’s greatest fears against them” in thunderbolts i fear hes going to have a FIELD DAY with bucky