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i can’t stop thinking about this scene

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oh my god

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inside of johnny's head during that scene

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Johnny Storm lovessss hair.

Absolutely any type too. Long, short, curly, wavy, straight. He doesnt care. He loves the way it frames your face and the way he can push strands behind your ear, flaunting the pretty diamond earrings he bought you.

He especially loves it when he's at the dining table — shoving handfuls of mini wheats into his mouth, waiting for you to emerge from your bedroom for a day out in the city — and you quietly make your way into the kitchen in a MOD shift dress that hugs you in the most perfect of places. Your hair braided back just the way he likes it.

His heart literally skips a beat at the way you stand there, all cutely shy and demure-like. Hands folded together, wrists decorated in pretty bracelets, and a shy smile on your plush, glossed lips. You can't even look up at him, playing with the ends of your hair.

Johnny makes his way over to you, twirling a his finger around a piece of hair while smiling down at you.

"This all fr'me?"

You nod, bottom lip pulled between your teeth and dark lashes fluttering up against your dark eyeshadow creasing your lids.

Johnny has to refrain from just shoving you towards the table and shoving your dress up to your hips. So he settles on pressing a sweet and long kiss to your forehead with a hum.

"Mmm, thank you."

Another favorite of his is when its not done up at all. It gives him easy access to play with it however he pleases.

He pretends to eat at it while the two of you are at the dinner table, pulling pieces to his mouth and chomping down dramatically. Sue sending him an unamused look and giving what you can only assume is a kick to his shin from under the table by the way he hisses a hey! at her.

Or how Johnny'll sit down beside on the couch late in the evening to join you for your Tuesday movie nights and he's not even paying attention to what's on the screen anymore when you rest your head on his shoulder, your hair tickling the curve of his jaw perfectly.

So he'll lift the hand resting on your shoulder and start playing with the ends of your hair. Coiling and spinning the strands around his fingers. Watching the way the contrast of color bends in the light and fissures against the pink of his vanilla knuckles. Pressing kisses to the top of your head here and there, whispering how pretty and soft your hair is and how sweet you are for him.

Johnny especiallyyyy loves your hair when it's messy and unkempt from when you've finished blowing him. His large hand wrapped around the base of it at the top of your head as it fountains out around his wrist.

Strands stick to your wet and swollen lips when you come up for air. Still panting and shivering on your knees in front of his spread thighs. Looking up at him through tear-strewn lashes, with wide eyes, the blacks of your pupils blown wide. Bits of your mascara scatter in small rivers to the round of your warm cheeks.

He holds your jaw in his other hand, gently stroking your skin. His touch is ironically cooling.

"Are you kidding me?" he chokes through a hitched gasp, "Don't look at me like that, y'r gonna make me cum."

Smiling wryly, you hum.

"Isn't that the point?"

And he can hardly hold himself back when you ask if he'd brush your hair for you one night. Watching him in the mirror of your vanity while you sit on the floor between his legs.

His touch is so soft, gentle, and intentional as he parts sections of it, letting it smooth over his skin and tickle at his palms.

When you rest your cheek against the inside of his knee, fighting off sleep, he gives you a pointed look through the mirror, brushing out a sectioned piece.

"Y'havin' fun down there?"

You give a small hum. "M'comfy. Feels good," you slur, eyes closed in the warmth of it.

Johnny chuckles, moving your hair to one hand and stroking his hand down the side of your face softly before pressing a warm kiss to the apple of your cheek.

"Just keep sittin' here lookin' pretty fr'me, 'kay?"

"m'okay."

And most of allll Johnny loves it when your hair matches your outfit. Something about it brings out this protective, almost paternal nature in him. He loves the way your top bleeds through your hair in a perfect synchronicity. Like the outfit was fucking made for you.

You pass by where he sits on the couch, placing a beer down on the side table for him. He's already looking at you like he's about to undress you with Ben right there.

On your way back towards the kitchen, Johnny grabs hold of your arm and takes a gentle bite into your skin before kissing the indentations of his teeth.

Ben's pulling him back with a shake of his head and a disturbed groan.

"You're disgusting y'know that."

"Can't help it," Johnny shrugs, thumb massaging the skin of your wrist, "Just wanna eat her up." He smiles and leans in, nibbling up the side of your arm before releasing you.

When you return to the den, your own drink in hand, he opens his arm for you, gesturing for you to sit on his lap. He takes your drink from you to place on the side coffee table.

"Use a coaster!" Ben hisses from a few cushions down, rusty brow pulled into a frown.

Johnny flips him off from behind your head before pushing your head towards his chest and resting his chin atop your head. He brings your drink to you ever so often, holding it for you as you sip from the straw, and he pets your hair.

"Just the sweetest girl ever, y'know that?" he murmurs against your hair, pressing kisses there.

You hum, eyes still focused on the television.

"Yeah, you do."

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it’s a new month !!!!!!! and i hope something wonderful happens in it for you !!!!!

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Logan who doesn’t know how to say "I love you", but stays up fixing the leaky sink because he noticed you struggling with it this morning.

Logan who doesn’t know how to say "I love you", but he brings back your favorite takeout after a mission, even though he will probably never admit that he remembered the exact way you like it.

Logan who doesn’t know how to say "I love you" but always walks on the side of the road closest to traffic. Always keeps his hand just barely touching yours. Listens to everything and anything you have to say, even when he pretends he’s not.

Logan who doesn’t know how to say "I love you", but when you're asleep on the couch, he covers you with a blanket, brushes your hair back, and looks at you like you’re the one thing in this world that ever made him feel safe. Grounded. Complete.

He doesn’t say it.

But you’ve never been more sure of anything in your life.

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The Fantastic Four Littlest Pet Shops

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where r the reed richards fics i need them asap

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

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

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old man logan isn’t the most affectionate person, but when he is it’s always early in the morning

he’ll wake you up with kisses to your soft cheeks when he’s in the mood, soaking up the natural scent of you that had marinated throughout the night. he loves it.

he’ll never say no to lazy morning sex

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he’s just a little guy with his beer bottle