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when you’re all suicidal but at least you’re suicidal together

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Them cute

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Bucky’s post credit look 🫶🏼

[pics from muzicluverr on pinterest]

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Headcanon that Bucky repeatedly tried to tear off the metal arm

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My version of this sketch i found on pinterest :)

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Weapon x anyone? [FLASH WARNING]

I thought I’d stop making thirst traps and make an actual edit lol

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𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓 who says “i love you” way too early. you have been dating for a few weeks, barely a month at this point. and yet, every kiss leaves him starstruck, brown eyes hazy as he observes you living from right beside you. how he admires you! his feelings are all over the place and he has a hard time understanding them. but this he knows — it’s too early to declare his love for you. and he didn't mean to, really. it almost scares him when the words tumble out of his lips. did he just say that? he’s frantic, trying to distract you by changing the topic drastically, brushing aside the careless comment. logan howlett who tries to be casual about his unplanned confession but fails dramatically. because he can not hide the gentle glimmer in his eyes and the way his gaze softens whenever he looks at you. it’s painfully obvious — he really does love you. a lot. the thing is, he says it as soon as he realizes. it’s that part that takes him years. logan is utterly oblivious, unused to his own heartbeat, having ignored it for so long. we’re talking countless missions side to side, evenings spent in a sanctuary you build moment by moment. logan who endures an eternity of pining to realize he wants to, needs to be with you, but once he knows, he's quick to inform you about it. logan who has always been a blunt man. a lonely man, too. his life is unlimited, but he’d hate himself for wasting time he could have spend with you instead.

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He’s too close.

Or maybe you’re the one who moved. You can’t remember anymore. It’s late, the air between you warm and humming. His room smells like leather and smoke and the faint trace of your perfume—because you’ve been here before. Too many times. Not like this, though.

You’re standing toe to toe, both of you half-daring the other to make the first move. His eyes are on your mouth. They’ve been there for a while.

“You gonna keep staring,” you murmur, “or do something about it?”

His jaw tightens. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t blink. Just looks at you like a man barely holding it together.

“Careful,” he says. Low. Rough. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

You take a step closer, chest brushing his. “Sure I do.”

You see it, the flicker behind his eyes. The hesitation. The heat. The line he’s been trying not to cross, cracking under his feet.

You tilt your head. “What’s wrong, Logan?” you whisper. “Afraid you might like it?”

That gets him.

He closes the distance in a breath—quick, clean, deliberate. One hand settles low on your hip, firm and steady; the other slides up, fingers threading into your hair at the nape of your neck. His grip isn't rough, but there's no softness either, just control. His eyes lock onto yours, sharp and unreadable, like he’s daring you to flinch first.

“I will like it,” he says, voice dark, almost dangerous. “That’s the problem.”

Your breath stutters. You don’t back down.

“Then stop pretending you don’t want to.”

There’s a beat—just one—but it stretches long and sharp between you. A second where he could pull away, let this moment pass, pretend again.

He doesn’t.

His lips crash into yours, hot, unforgiving, nothing held back. He kisses like a man used to restraint, finally letting go. His grip on your waist tightens. You gasp against his mouth as he kisses you deeper.

There’s no sweetness in it. Just heat. Tension. Weeks, maybe months, of stolen glances and interrupted touches finally snapping into something real.

He pulls back just enough to speak, breath ragged, eyes still on your mouth.

“Still want me to stop?”

“Not a chance.”

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hello Logan from 2013’s The Wolverine with your lovely soft face (let’s just pretend it doesn’t all go to shit from this point…………🙃😀)

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yayyyy another part posted! i've been super excited to keep updating :))))

ao3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/66171556/chapters/170782555#workskin

wattpad - https://www.wattpad.com/1548049847-trouble-logan-howlett-chapter-2

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posted another chapter!!!!! go check it out if you’d like :)

ao3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/66171556/chapters/170657047#workskin

wattpad - https://www.wattpad.com/1547644766-trouble-chapter-1

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guitar!Hugh - and his dedication to reusing any old tote bag he has hanging around

(From a while ago as he still has his poorly finger)

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i just posted a boxer!logan x model!fem!oc fic on ao3 and wattpad if u guys wanna check it outttttt :)

ao3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/66171556

wattpad - https://www.wattpad.com/story/395518423-trouble

lmk if u want me to post on here

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thunderbolts as a concept is hilarious to me lmfao like imagine your DAD is a part of your friend group

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thunderbolts* but make it challengers / bob reynolds

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thunderbolts* but make it challengers / yelena belova