#mcu fandom confessions

[firelilyfox]

In your skin

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: After a mission the two of you have to share a room & at first Bucky gets really mad about it but ... he means well.

Words: 2,3k

Warnings: mention of trauma, weapons, sharing a bed, fluff, heart to heart talk, real sad Bucky

Note: english isn't my mother tongue so sorry in advance :)

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It got late real fast after the successful mission in Nairobi. 

The African heat gave way to the cool night, making it way more pleasant to find some sleep soon. Part of the Thunderbolts found shelter in a luxury hotel in the middle of the lively city, but there were almost fully booked so the only two rooms left had to be evenly shared. Yelena, Alexei, Bucky and me. 

„I will not let my daughter sleep in a room with another man“, Alexei barked. „No offense Winter Soldier, I have deeply respect for you. But my daughter will be protected from you manly charme by myself.“ His strong russian accent marking the importance of his protectiveness about Yelena. 

„Alexei I’m a grown woman and can protect myself from stupid men“ Yelena says unimpressed. The four of us were standing in the empty hallway, on each side a closed door and fitting keycards in my hands. I look at them and then up at Bucky. He was easily two heads taller than me with a strong disapproval look on his face, but he kept quiet. He was always the quiet one of the group (besides one or two snarky comments from time to time). „You can sleep with him then if you want“, Yelena adds. 

„Don’t be ridiculous. I will not let you out of my sight with this nasty wound. You are my daughter and I will protect-…“ but Alexei couldn’t finish the sentence because Yelena shut his mouth with her own hand. 

„Got it old man. So its the two of us and the two of you then.“ She pointed at me and at Bucky afterwards. I opened my mouth for approval but got interrupted immediately. 

„No fucking way“, Bucky grumbles.  

Okay. Ouch. That was unnecessary and a bit rude. 

Even the farther-daughter duo frowned in confusion. It was true that Bucky and had a …complicated way of acting around each other for the last couple of months. At first I thought we would be good co-workers. He always kept an eye out for me when I started to train with the Thunderbolts because I didn’t knew my way around and had a tendency to stumble into very unfortunate situations. For example that one time in Norway … ugh I rather not think about that. Nonetheless with time passing by he had become more like … a friend I think. Bucky was always there if I needed him - but never too close. Even a little part of me, that I desperately try to suffocate, wants him to be just … closer sometimes. 

„Do I get to tell my opinion in this?“ I ask a bit annoyed by his sudden rudeness. „I have no problem to stay with you in a room.“ He shoots me a deadly look but that doesn’t scare me off. Not the tiniest bit. No clue what his problem his, but I won’t let him push me away like that. If he has something to say, then he can tell me whilst sharing a god damn room. 

„Great! Its settled then. You two get to - ...“ 

„This isn’t an option“, Bucky interrupts Alexei again and this time he almost exploded. His voice had a much deeper and darker ring to it now. But it didn’t made me flinch. It made me mad. 

„Why does everybody interrupts Alexei all the ti-…“ 

„Well I don’t care. Here.“ I handed Yelena and her father one keycard and kept the other one for Bucky and myself. „I’m done with this conversation. Get in here.“ I tell him and opened the door with a soft clicking sound. 

„Have a pleasant night“, Yelena chuckles and disappeared with Alexei in the room across the hallway. Bucky stands still as a stone without any muscle moving. My rage was overflood by hurt. Was it really that awful to share a room with me?  

„I have no idea why its such a problem for you to stay in a room with me. If it’s because I am a woman then I can assure you it’s more than common in this century for a man and a woman to …“ 

„It’s not because of that. I shared a room with a woman before.“ He says and stepped around me into the hotel room. Paying close attention to our arms not touching by accident. 

I closed the door behind me. „Well good for you I guess.“ A little stab of jealousy hit me. „But if it aint that then why -…“ 

„We should get some sleep.“ And just like that there was another sentence that won’t be finished this evening. Great fucking fun. 

We got changed into our nightgowns and by that i mean that Bucky was still wearing his black shirt and boxer. While i got rid of almost every piece of clothing. In my underwear and a simple tanktop I sat down on the bed beside him. His metal arm flexing a few times he looked lost in thoughts. 

„How does it feel?“ I ask before I could stop myself. 

He frowns. „What do you mean?“ 

„I mean do you really feel everything? Like heat when you burn yourself while cooking or the fabric of a blanket?“ No clue why I was bubbling with stupid questions like that out of the blue. Might be the sight of him in boxers that fried my brain a little bit. I’m thankful he isn’t a mindreader. 

A soft smile lays down on his lips. The first since we entered this room. „Yeah. In Wakanda they have some very advanced techniques and great minds who work on stuff like that. I have not the slightest idea how this works.“ He holds his metal hand with the palm up and looks at me. „But it works.“ 

Without any thoughts I lay my hand in his. I expected the metal to be cold and hard. But somehow it felt warm and … real. Like it is more than just a piece of dead materiel. I moved my fingers along the palm and up to his wrist. It was formed exactly like his other arm. Strong and even the muscles were mirrored to the tiniest detail. Something comes over me and out of pure curiosity my other hand finds his real arm to compare the two of them. 

For a moment Bucky stayed completely still. He was not moving at all and I doubt that he was even breathing normal anymore. „Does it feel the same?“ 

He cleared his throat. „No.“ 

„What’s the difference?“ I look up and almost drown in his blue eyes. His face must’ve come closer. Or did I move in his direction? I don’t recall. All I know is that his nose was only inches away from mine, wich means that his lips were… 

„You should get some sleep. Now.“ Bucky rumbles with a husky voice. Within a second he stood up from the bed and moved to the other side of the room. 

There it was. The hurt from before hits me like a truck. 

„You really find me that repulsive?“ 

He opened his mouth. Stopped. Closed it and opened it again. All without saying a single word. Understood. „Will you come back?“ I ask instead. 

He has one hand on the doorknob. „Yes. When you are asleep.“ 

And so I did. I cried myself into a dreamless sleep. Drowning in my own self-pity because the guy I like would rather run away in the middle of the night, than share a bed with me. 

A bright crack tore me out of my slumber and I was wide awake in the matter of seconds. But not because of the thunderstorm outside the window. My fingers were curled around something cold and hard. The silhouette of Bucky was calmly sleeping beside me. My senses knew the feeling of this heavy metal and it wasn’t the arm I felt earlier tonight. 

It was a gun. 

A fucking gun in my hand. 

What? 

„Bucky?“, I whisper. „Bucky wake up!“ My voice pitched high, wich made him wake up instantly. 

„What is it? What happened?“ He asks breathlessly, eyes wide in shock, head snapping from side to side to make out any danger. But the only thing what would fall in that category appeared magically in my hand while I was asleep. 

I hold the gun up and waved it slightly. „Hello? Why do i have your gun in my hand?“ 

„Why are you so certain it’s mine, doll?“ His eyes narrow. I try to pull myself together because I didn’t expect him to call me by his pet name for me. He only used it a couple of times before and only when we were alone. 

„Oh please Bucky! I know your guns by heart. So why is it in this god damn bed?“ I shriek. 

He broke the eye contact and shuffled himself into a sitting position. The thin blanket that we both shared shifted down to his lap. Bucky leaned his back against the headboard and let out a deep sigh. „Just in case.“ 

„I beg you pardon?“ 

„Just in case you need it.“ He still has his eyes closed but I could hear in his voice that he wasn’t telling the whole truth. 

„James Buchanan Barnes you better cut that shitshow and tell me why you put that thing in my hand“, I say as I sit up, not caring that the blanket completely vanished from my body. 

Bucky turned to finally look at me. His expression were serious at first, but then his eyes dart down to my naked legs and at the waistband of my top that slipped up a bit, showing a small gap of my hips and stomach. I could swear to see his throat move as if he had to swallow … hard. And his face transformed from serious to something much more intense. Was it longing or am I now completely loosing my mind? 

„You are the only person I allow to call me like that“, he says with a tight voice. 

„Cut the crap. Now.“ 

Bucky sighs again. „Fuck. Okay fine. The gun is for emergency. In case you have to take me out.“ 

My heart stops beating for a painfully moment. With widened eyes I look at him. He sits there looking so broken, so serious about what he just confessed to me. His sad sad blue eyes studying me, waiting for a response. I know what his reasons are. He has terrible nightmares. Bad ones from his past and even darker ones made from his guilt. 

„The fuck I will.“ With two quick moves I dissemble the gun in its individual parts. Bucky watches me with disbelieve in his eyes. „I refuse to let you think I would ever do that.“ 

„Maybe you will not have a choice when it becomes bad!“ He tries to grab the metal pieces but I throw them away without a second thought. „When the Winter Soldier takes over I can’t guarantee for anything. He could do …“ 

„I don’t give a shit!“ I bark. „You would never hurt me. I know that in my bones.“ 

He lets his hand sink and land on my knee. It needs a lot of self control to not follow it with my eyes. „You’re right. I would never. But he could.“ 

I lean forward, just a little to make my point clear. „I trust you.“ 

„You shouldn’t.“ His voice was nothing more than a whisper. I could feel it brushing over my cheeks. „I’m a threat.“ 

I cock my head to the side. „Is that the reason why you didn’t want to share a room with me? Because you were scared that you might attack me in your sleep?“ 

He nods. And my heart shatters into a million tiny pieces. His hair falls in strains into his face making him look even more exhausted than ever. I've come to thinking about the fact that his mind had to be constantly in stay alert mode. 

„Do you ever let yourself catch a break, Bucky?“ 

At first he stays completely still. Then a deep, tired sigh. And when he finally looks up to answer he da the saddest smile on his face that I’ve ever laid eyes on. „I don’t think so, doll. Can’t remember.“ 

I reach forward to place my palm above his heart. It beats slow but a little uneven - as if my touch had an effect on him too. „You deserve to feel safe for at least one night. You deserve so much more than that.“ I leaned in his direction, let my body sink against his and gave him the chance to slowly get used to so much skin to skin contact. But he didn’t hesitate as I thought he would do. Instead Bucky pulled me so close that I imagined to morph fully into him. Melt together and finally feel complete. 

His metal arm laid wrapped around me and gave me the support I needed. His other hand placed at the back of my head - fingers tangled up into my hair. I feel his body relax beneath me and a little smile appeared on my lips. 

„Nothing I could do would ever made me deserve you, doll.“ His words rushed my system like a big tidal wave and i shook my head up from his chest to look at him. 

„You don’t have to do anything. Bucky you already own my heart. And you truly deserve it.“ 

He smiled softly. I could feel his hand on my head pulling me closer up to him. I obey happily. „I will take good care of it, doll. I promise to be worthy for you.“ 

„I know because you already are.“ 

Bucky kissed me. His lips were touching mine with such softness I almost cried. Hands so tender and carefully holding me while his mouth claiming my whole consciousness. I leaned into him to feel as much of him as I could. He deepened the kiss and I let out a sigh of relief. I swear I could feel him smile against my lips.

I know I will never get tired of this. Ever. 

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[versusvirtuous]

[fandomlife-confessions]

[confessionconsensus]

While I can see the flaws in Thor: Love & Thunder despite loving it, I cannot see all the hates aimed at Captain Marvel. I can't find all the problems others have pointed at. Mary sue protagonist? Emotionless acting? I don't see them??? Maybe I'm just too biased at this movie...

[rpthoughtsandconfessions]

'UNPOPULAR OPINION BUT......

The "ARE YOU BLANK'S TYPE" BINGO'S either need to be renamed or just gotten rid of. They're too much like self-inserts and its making me CRINGE.'

[m4tthewmurd0ck]

SQUEAKY CLEAN

── AKA. . .

the first time you put bucky’s metal arm in the dishwasher | just pure fluff with mentions of angst from the past.

── Bucky Barnes x Fem!Avenger!Reader

(obviously this is an au and i’ve taken creative liberties in bringing back some characters that have passed away because in this story no they didn’t!!!! i’ve loved and been in the mcu fandom since the first iron man so when you see things have been changed, that’s just me taking creative liberties for the sake of my story. as far as powers go, i don’t get into using them but reader can travel the multiverse, and has telekinesis)

thank you @pellucid-constellations for getting me out of my bucky writing slump, without even meaning to! i am but a kathie stan account atp. now brb gonna go re read for the love of the game again 🙂‍↔️

Bucky Barnes wasn’t sure of many things in life. But one thing he is 100% certain of, is that he is completely in love with you.

Even in the beginning, you were a calming presence in his life. He’d known you since you helped Steve track him down in Romania.

Now here you were all these years later, and most days he still couldn’t believe that not only were you in love with him as he was in love with you, but he was lucky enough to call you his wife.

On tough days where you weren’t also working, you often cooked so that he came home to his favorite home cooked meal, you’d make sure he took a long shower to relieve the tension in his muscles, and you even encouraged him to remove his metal arm when he was at home.

The last part occurred after he confessed that yes, he obviously loved being able to have both hands working. But there was a small sense of relief when he was able to be without his metal arm, even if only for short periods of time.

And that’s what you were dealing with right now. Bucky was gone for the day to go meet Sam and Joaquin for what Sam declared would be the best guys day any of them ever had. You were surprised when Bucky said he was going to go without the arm, since they were only going to be eating, watching the best trash tv (again, Sam’s words), and hanging out just the 3 of them.

When he told them, Joaquin immediately offered to pick him up on his way to Sam’s.

That was how you knew he fully trusted the 2 men. Around new people, or anyone he wasn’t too sure of, he always wore the metal arm, saying it was just incase.

Upon closer inspection, you noticed the arm was starting to get a little dirty. Shuri had done an amazing job, and the vibranium prevented itself from retaining any scratches. But there were tiny spots of dry old blood and other stains that didn’t come off no matter how hard you scrubbed, and you worried how Bucky would react when he noticed one day.

You set the arm down on the kitchen counter and sat down as you tried to work out what to do. After thinking for a few minutes, you pulled out your phone, sending a text.

Less than 5 minutes later you were on a Zoom call with the 2 people you thought would best be able to help you.

“I’m telling you, it’ll be fine! I know my technology, and some soap and hot water could probably do it good. It’s made to withstand water whether or not it’s being worn.”

“What she said. Plus if it something goes wrong, just come over and Stark Enterprises will be happy to help. I won’t even charge you.”

Shuri rolled her eyes as Tony spoke, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

As the 2 went back and forth arguing about who’d be able to repair the arm the best, should the dishwasher idea go wrong, you quietly leave the Zoom call, promptly receiving 2 messages.

Figuring fuck it, only one way to find out if this’ll work, you pick up the metal arm and head over to the dishwasher.

After spending too long deciding what cycle to run it on, you opt for the shortest one, pop a dishwasher pod in, and hope for the best.

Realizing Bucky will probably be home soon, you decide to kill time tidying up the apartment. He forgot his phone at home, but Joaquin text you saying that your boyfriend mentioned that he missed you multiple times.

You’re well aware that you could wave your hands around and have your apartment basically tidy itself. On your last girls night, Wanda had shown you how to do just that. But something about moving around the different rooms and cleaning / organizing, it calmed you. So you often chose to just do it manually.

When the door to your and Bucky’s apartment opens, you smile as you realize you were right.

“Doll, I’m home.” You look up to see him toss his keys onto the little table by the door.

He does a double take as he walks by the kitchen counter, noticing the giant piece of metal that’s missing.

“Where… where’s my arm?”

Right after he asks, the dishwasher does the little series of beeps that lets you know it’s finished. You grab Bucky’s hand as you tell him to come with you to the kitchen.

“Wanna take a guess where your arm is?”

Bucky raises his eyebrows as he takes a quick glance around the kitchen. “Under the sink?”

When you realize he thinks you hid it for him to find, you can’t help but laugh. “It’s not hide and seek for your arm baby. Although I’ll keep that in mind for the future. But anyway, you know how your arms really good at not retaining scratches or dents from bullets or knives or whatever people try to kill you with?”

“…yeah.” You can practically see the gears turning in Bucky’s head as he tries to figure out where this conversation is headed.

“But you also know better than anyone that it’s not the easiest thing to clean, right?”

“I— yeah…”

“Well I made a call. Actually I guess technically I got on a call with two people, because I had an idea but wanted to make sure it would work and wouldn’t damage the vibranium.”

“Sweetheart… what did you do?”

“Ta-daaaaa!” You open the dishwasher and slide the bottom rack out.

When Bucky sees his metal arm on the rack, he bursts out laughing. He bends down to look at it, then pulls out his phone to get a picture before he takes it out.

Piggy backing off of his idea, you make him bend down next to the dishwasher, and he makes a face as he looks at the arm, pretending to be grumpy. After you take the photo, he carefully removes the arm and places it on the counter so he can inspect it up close.

It’s then that you’re thankful the dishwasher had a drying feature or you’re sure things would’ve ended bad.

You’re also pleased to see that your idea worked. The arm has a little bit of its shine back like when he was first gifted it. Gone are any traces of blood and whatever else wouldn’t come off when you scrubbed by hand.

When his arm is back on, he approaches you and pulls you close, and you sigh with content at the feeling of being in his embrace again.

“Thank you,” Bucky smiles and places a hand on either side of your face, pulling you in for a kiss.

“All I did was put it in the dishwasher and push a button, but I’m happy to help.”

“No,” Bucky shakes his head. He’s turned serious now, but there’s a hint of a smile on his face, and you know he’s happy. “I don’t mean just for that. When I first got that other arm from hydra, if you’d have told me there was gonna come a day where I’d be able to joke about it and be comfortable enough to take it off in front of people, not that I laughed back then but I would’ve laughed in your face.”

“Buck…” tears filled your eyes as you thought of Bucky as a scared man just forced into captivity. When a tear finally falls, he immediately wipes it away.

“If you’d have told me that eventually I’d meet the love of my life, and that she takes care of me, helps me see that I’m just as much of a man without the arm, I’d have said you were crazy. You know we got a little sentimental over at Sam’s, well he and Joaquin did a little more than me because I don’t get drunk, but we got to talking about safe or happy places. Sam and Joaquin agreed that their happy place was in the sky, when they’re able to fly freely in their suits and there’s no trouble or anything to worry about.”

You smiled as you picture them answering. Sam talked about flying like it was the coolest thing in the world, and you had no doubt that was true.

“I told them my happy place wasn’t actually a place. It’s you. Without a doubt, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. And if I could only pick one reason to be grateful for…” he holds up his left hand and wiggles the metal fingers, “it’d be because it allows me to hold you like this.” He pulls you close once again, and for a moment there’s just a comfortable silence as you enjoy being in each others embrace.

“Well now I’m really glad I decided to put your arm in the dishwasher,” you laugh as a happy tear manages to escape.

“Me too doll, me too.”

bonus ~

[olderthannetfic]

Unhinged confession time: I used to functionally fake having a self-insert OC. Everyone insisted that all people had one and that no one actually didn't have one or picture themselves in the story they were writing. I got hit with a lot of "oh, so you're lying. you're lying because you're ~*~not like other girls~*~, right? you're soooo much better than us because you would never stoop to our level, right?" and eventually I just caved. I gave up. I wrote an OC with my name and hair color in an obligatory, barely-there relationship with the fandom bicycle. That fic hardly ever updated, usually once or twice a year when I was bored. It made people stop accusing me of being full of internalized misogyny and contempt for women.

I have never pictured myself in stories. I don't picture myself when I masturbate. I don't make myself in games with customization and clothing. I don't daydream about myself. I don't have any desire to fuck the fandom bicycle, who I think actually is really annoying and needs intense therapy before he'd even be able to say something that wasn't hiding behind irony or trite MCU style humor. I was blatantly, obviously way more interested in shipping someone else with an OC who does not share my ethnicity, gender, age, economic background or upbringing. But woman = self-insert so if you don't self-insert, you must be against women.

Eventually fandom drama went down and I quietly retreated to writing on a different account. Being attached to any of the shit-stirrers was murder on the comments' section in that it immediately became all about so-and-so and not, you know, the story. And yes, starting from zero means less comments overall, but I would rather have no comments than comments about drama I wasn't even involved in directly.

Other than when doing so was needed to stay in the good graces of BNF in the main fandom Discord server, I've never written a self-insert and I was very glad to never have to do so again. It's so fucking boring. But if you think that, you must have low self-esteem or internalized misogyny or think you're soooo much better than everyone. You must, deep down, want to write an OC just like you! For representation and escapism and empowerment! Because no one could ever enjoy digging into the headspace of someone different than them, obviously. We all like to imagine ourselves all the time, right?

No. I don't. I like creating characters. I don't want to remake me again and again and again and again. I didn't even draw myself in my drawings when I was three years old in preschool. I don't know why I'd be into it now. "It's relatable!" I don't need a character to be identical to me to relate to them! I can relate to a character who's very different from me, and that's not rare, or weird, or unusual! Every single person reading this can think of a character who's very different from them who they related to or felt for in some way.

I think selfshippers and self-insert OC writers get too much flack. I do. But I loathe the "everyone does it!" mentality used to defend it because it always ends up back at this point where everyone who doesn't stands by going, "No, actually, I don't. And pretending I do is boring as tar."

--

I once read some sexuality researchers the riot act for leaving this axis out of their study. Their response: "But the older research we're comparing to left it out, so we have to as well or the results won't line up in a useful way!"

Self inserting makes my skin crawl in a dysphoric way. This is common among AFAB m/m shippers I've known in particular, but I suspect it's plenty common in general.

[hansoeii]

genuinely how is lokius queerbaiting?

Basically, season one was already queerbaiting but not because of Lokius. They teased the whole Loki coming out thing as something so grand when it was just a quick "a bit of both" that you could've easily missed if you looked away for a second and then never mentioned it again. Also, don't get me started on the way they "dealt with" Loki's genderfluidity because that was just horrendous.

But getting to the Lokius bit: In season one, they establish that Loki is, in fact, queer in the MCU as well and can fall for a male character. Now, the ship between him and Mobius becomes incredibly popular in the fandom since their storyline and chemistry are just beautiful. Lots of fanart and fanfictions come out of it that the creators are aware of. Even a song on the soundtrack is called "Lokius".

So now, if they didn't plan on making Loki and Mobius a real thing, why was episode one of season two the way it is? The way those two acted around each other was far from platonic. They could've easily had them act like good ol' buddies, but instead we get Mobius holding Loki every second he can, Mobius being ready to sacrifice himself for Loki, Loki then almost confessing, plus even the trope where they accidentally fall on top of each other and linger there for a second longer than necessary and that wasn't even everything. And during every single one of those scenes, they played the "Lokius" theme from the soundtrack. A ton of people who weren't convinced of this ship after season one now went "okay wait, you were right all along". Those are blatant romantic tropes. There's nothing platonic about it, and no one can convince me otherwise.

The creators know that people want to see Lokius, so why give us these scenes and ultimately give us hope? There's two options: they're actually going for it or they know that this is what we watch it for and will ultimately go "lmao obviously they're just best buddies you're delusional if you thought otherwise".

So yeah, that's my stand on this whole thing. I've been through the queerbaiting trenches and I'm worried that this show will be added to the list.

[legalandnotease]

Pure coincidence that The Marvels, Black Widow, and Thunderbolts didn't do well at Box Office when their all woman lead movies?

Hi Nonny!

I mean... its complicated. The Marvels was slated rated by both professional critics and general audiences.

Thunderbolts got good ratings, but - well let's just say it had a lot of competition and they've cut the number of theaters showing it far more quickly then most other MCU movies.

However- there does seem to be something of a pattern, doesn't there? Like people tried to say The Marvels did badly because of unknown characters, but Captain Marvel already had her own movie which grossed at over $1 Billion. Natasha Romanoff was already a popular character when her movie came out.

Isn't it interesting that with only one or maybe two exceptions every female-led MCU movie has either bombed, or been slated? And of the two exceptions one of those, Captain Marvel was basically only successful because of International Audiences. It made 75% of its box office revenue outside the USA. Even then it was panned by audiences and even some critics.

Almost like the male-dominated demographic of MCU fans don't like famale leads. They don't mind women in ensemble teams with men, but not in the main leading role.

And Thunderbolts is no exception. I mean I confess, I as a Bucky fan would have liked to see Bucky in a bigger role, but its Yelena's movie at the end of the day. He didn't have to have a major role (give him a solo project already....) Most Bucky fans get that, and like Yelena too.

Sam Stans have been by far the worst offenders though. Non-stop complaining because he wasn't placed front and center in Yelena's movie. Just the sheer audacity of coming along and demanding a *man* take over a movie that's meant to be prmarily focused on and led by women.

Then complaining because the movie didn't treat Sam "respectfully" even though he's *not actually in it because its not his movie*. Like Sam Stans often attack us for "making everything about Bucky" and yet they've hijacked much of the fandom discourse around Thunderbolts to make everything about Sam. Then they have the audacity to scream "racism" when anyone objects to their behavior whilst being unaware of their own blatant misogyny. The ones who are aware of thier misogyny try and hide it by pretending to be these massive Natasha fans, but at the same time are literally wishing her beloved sister dead for the crime of having her own movie.

[keirskeenknowledge]

I'll keep that in mind

Fandom: MCU Thunderbolts

Rating: General audiences

Characters: John Walker, Bob Reynolds

Ships: can be interpreted as VoidWalker but wasn't really written with that in mind.

Genre: slice of life, cozy,

Possible triggers? None.

Synopsis

Bob Reynolds, struggling with the weight of his powers and the chaos they can unleash, dedicates himself to the New Avengers by focusing on simple, everyday tasks within the Tower. His quiet efforts attract the attention of John Walker, who enters the laundry room with a playful demeanor, attempting to lighten the mood and check on Bob's mental state. However, as they engage in light banter, Bob's hidden turmoil comes to the forefront as he confronts his past actions under the influence of the Void, revealing his guilt and fear of having harmed his teammates.

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The door creaked open, and John Walker stepped in, a figure of casual confidence against the backdrop of Bob’s quiet turmoil. The New Avengers had taken to checking in on Bob, ensuring he was ‘doing okay,’ and today, it seemed, it was John’s turn for the task. Bob couldn’t imagine any other reason for John to enter the little laundry room. Leaning against the wall with arms crossed, a half-smirk played on his lips, a stark contrast to the heaviness that hung in the air.

“Well, if it isn’t the Sentry,” John drawled, his voice laced with that signature edge of cocky charm. “Avenger, powerhouse, laundry connoisseur. Didn’t think folding t-shirts and pairing socks was part of the gig.”

Bob glanced over his shoulder, a faint, almost shy smile tugging at his lips, "Hey, someone’s gotta do it,” he replied softly, a hint of playfulness in his tone. “we can't all be out there punching bad guys.”

John chuckled, stepping further into the room. “Yeah, but this? Feels like you’re overachieving. Next thing I know, you’ll be baking cookies for the team.”

Bob let out a quiet, genuine laugh, a sound so rare it almost startled John and something about the older man's eyes softened. But as quickly the laughter started it faded. Unbeknownst to the team Bob had remembered more of the day that Void took over. What he'd let loose. How Void had hurt the few people that showed any interest in his well being.. Bob’s eyes dropped to the shirt in his hands, and his movements slowed. The hum of the dryer seemed louder now, more discordant, filling the silence that stretched between them.

“I hurt you,” Bob said suddenly, his voice barely above a whisper, the words fragile and raw. The shame he felt clawed at him, memories of the shame rooms creeping back in broad, disjointed strokes. He'd caused so much grief.. His darker half.

John blinked, the teasing grin slipping from his face. “What?”

Bob turned, his blue eyes locking onto John’s. “When… when the Void was loose,” Bob continued, his voice cracking under the weight of his confession. “The details are still fuzzy. But I hurt all of you. I know I did. I could… I could feel it. I couldn't control it. I wanted to. Please know I wanted to—I—”

“Hey. Hey,” John stepped closer, the distance between them collapsing. He reached out, squeezing Bob’s shoulder gently, a lifeline thrown into the turbulent waters of his shame. Carefully, John turned Bob to face him, though the younger man’s eyes remained cast down at the shirt crumpled in his fists. “None of us blame you for what happened in that abyss of despair, alright?” His tone was gentle but firm, a steady anchor. “Void was a force of chaos, feeding on the years of shit you’ve been through. And last I checked, you were right there with us through all of that.”

“We were in my mind, Walker,” Bob's voice strained against the weight of his emotions. “It was MY mind! I could feel everything Void was doing, manipulating it to restrain and hurt you guys, and I couldn’t do a thing about it. Do you know how scary that is? To just have no control?”

John lets out a slow heavy sigh. "Yeah.. yeah I know what that's like." He squeezes Bob's shoulder a little tighter before letting his hand drop. "After my friend was killed I was so angry.. someone had to pay. Didn't matter who. So in a blind rage I killed the one guy I could get my hands on. And for a moment... I felt.. vindicated. Like I'd dispensed justice. But after that vindication faded..." John trails off. Bob is giving him that soft sympathetic look that made John's chest ache for a reason he couldn't fully explain. John didn't want pity, maybe some understanding but... he quickly pushed onwards so the conversation didn't stay on him.

"I'm just saying I get it, but none of us blame you. It would be hypocritical if we DID. You don't have to beat yourself up about it Bob," John said a reassuring smile appearing. Bob is still looking at him carefully, as if trying to ascertain some of what was in John's head by taking in his features. God the younger man could turn into a fearsome poker player.... The blond shifts on the balls of his feet not liking how the silence is heavier and the focus is on him now.

"Your friend.. what was his name?" John felt suddenly like he was suffocating.

"Lemar. Lemar Hoskins."

"Lemar." Bob repeats the man's name as if trying to commit it to memory. He smiled at John, "I know you might not be ready now but.. if you ever want to talk about him, I'd love to hear stories about him."

Despite the kindness and good intentions, John felt like Bob kicked him in the chest. It ached and felt tighter than before. Each breath stung like he was sucking in ice water.

"Thanks," it was all John could manage for a long second. The dryer's buzz cut through the tension and Bob jumped at the sound letting out a nervous little laugh. "I'll let you get back to your very important work for the team," John was happy to have an out and slinked to the door as Bob turned to unload the dryer.

"And.. Bob?"

"Yeah ?"

"If you ever want to talk about what we saw in your Rooms... I honestly don't know how much help I'll be but I'll listen," John glances back at Bob. For a second the you get man looks painfully sad, and a little anxious but he shakes it off.

"Thanks John. I'll keep that in mind."

[tarithenurse]

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Fandom: MCU. Pairing/starring: Avenger!Loki Laufeyson &/x fem!reader. Word count: 1447. Content: Idiots in love, Loki PoV, lack of communication, pining, unrequited love, omnisapient and meddling Natasha, probably more. A/N: As per usual please like, comment, reblog. Here’s my TAGLIST and my MASTERLIST for more.

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Loki has always prided himself of being the more intellectual between him and Thor. Meeting the Avengers, he’s found that few there measure his talents although, he begrudgingly has to admit, they do have a certain intellect. Some of them are hard to run around corners with and some are downright interesting, like the Romanova-girl who is as shrewd as he is. Still, they don’t trust him and he doesn’t trust them.

His “teammates”. He has done his part to placate them, biding his time until he can be trusted to leave and then he will be gone – never to look back again.

At least...that was his plan once.

Loki knows a lot of things including stuff about you that you yourself believe to be secrets or habits that you haven’t noticed yourself. Not that he cares, of course, it’s just a result of being vigilant among his new allies and as opposed to them, he won’t coddle you. Won’t treat you like the darling baby of the team. Why should he? He doesn’t care about you.

That’s why he tends to be at the gym when you are, stealing glances through the mirrors as you work your way through the training regimen, sweat like dew on your skin. It’s also why he happens to be in the kitchen in the morning, coincidentally having made too much fresh juice which he might as well offer you rather than let go to waste. It’s why he watches your throat bob as you drink it, never once wondering if he has tampered with the drink as opposed to how anyone else would second-guess him.

He doesn’t care.

Doesn’t care the day you come home to the tower smiling a tad too brightly, shyly admitting to having met someone. It’s not like it freezes his heart because surely no one out there is good enough for you.

“Perhaps you should tell her,” Romanova purrs one day in passing.

Loki had been trying to read for a while, the same line over and over again while you sit on the couch with the phone in hand, happily poking away on it.

He would object to what the Russian spy suggested. Would ask what on earth she could refer to because there is nothing to confess after all. But the red-head is gone, leaving Loki to ponder his options.

It’s not that he wants you for himself. He just wants to make sure the person you that has you so enthralled isn’t a scumbag but someone who would treat you right.

---

He was there when you got the text from the scumbag: just a few words (as far as he could see over your shoulder) that didn’t explain why they didn’t want to know of you anymore.

You were devastated and it actually made the god second-guess his own actions...but no. This was for the better. Romanova is there too, cradling you in her arms and patting your hair as you cry, and staring daggers at Loki who retreats until it’s just you in the common room once more. Not because he can’t stand the idea of you all alone in your sadness, of course. He just...the light in better for reading there.

He makes hot cocoa for two. With marshmallows just the way you like it.

And when the tears come again? He happens to be there, angling awkwardly to pat your back and next instant you’ve thrown yourself into his arms, sobbing against his chest while he holds you.

“It’ll pass,” he mumbles, so softly you probably didn’t hear it.

And it does.

Days turn to weeks and suddenly a couple of months have passed and you’re the same happy person you always were. Joking, attentive, active. It makes Loki’s heart beat faster and maybe...maybe he has to admit that he cares just a little bit because when you smile at him his world is at peace.

“I know what you did...you better not have done it for nothing, Laufeyson,” Romanova growls lowly at him in passing.

There’s no possibility for rebuttal as you are sitting nearby, reading.

Frowning at the sight of you, it takes the god a moment too long to realize you’re looking up at him but then your eyes meet and you light up in a beautiful smile.

“What are you reading?” he asks, trying to explain away why he was looking.

You arch a brow. “You care about Midgardian literature?”

“Not particularly but you’ve read that one before.”

“So...you keep track of what I read and you just wanted to make conversation?” you tease.

Annoyed, the god scoffs. “Forget it.”

But you’ve already scooted closer, holding up the book for him to see. The Princess Bride.

“You sure? I think you’d like it, actually.”

“Of course I wouldn’t be bothered to read a simple book like that.”

He sees how dejected you look for a glimmer of a second before you shrug and settle back, enjoying your story.

---

He’d given in and gotten a copy of his own of the book. And of course he’d enjoyed it immensely. But it was his secret and no one would be the wiser.

You’re both in the gym, working your own routines through and Loki has been waiting for you to finish on the leg press (no, he’d almost not been looking). Now as you move on, he slides onto the seat and adjust the weights.

“Oh, my towel! Loki would you mind leaning forward?”

“As you wish.”

The silence is deafening and he knows he’s slipped up.

“You...read it?” you ask, hand still grabbing the corner of the now forgotten towel. “I didn’t think you’d care about that sort of thing...”

He wants to say that he would if you are interested in it. But he doesn’t. He just scoffs.

“...right,” you conclude and leave, towel left behind.

---

He’s got the towel in his right hand – the left hand lifted to knock on your door but he hesitates. He can hear the music through the door but it’s too soft for him to pick up on the words. Slowly, he lowers the hand again, lifts the other to his face to inhale the scent of your towel.

“Hey Laufeyson,” a familiar voice jeers from too close by for comfort, “heads up.”

A fist darts out, knocking on your door but the aggravating woman keeps moving down the hallway, leaving Loki behind, uncertain what just happened for once.

Opening the door, you’re looking up at him with distrust in your eyes. “Loki?”

Awkwardly, he holds out the towel for you. “You forgot this in the gym.”

“Oh...” you take it, fingertips touching his and sending electrical currents into his body, “you hadn’t had to bother.”

You’ve almost closed the door when he hears himself speak up. “I did enjoy the book.”

Pausing, you don’t look at him as though you’re waiting for more.

“You were right,” he lamely continues.

Opening the door a bit more, you glance up at him. “They made a movie adaptation which is amazing too.”

For a moment there’s a silent stalemate where you each will the other to take the first step.

“Why -” you start but...

“I -” he says at the same time but he pushes on as opposed to you. “I owe you an apology.”

He likes the way you cock your head, even likes the way your eyes narrow as you consider the possible reasons.

“Why?”

“I’ve been...keeping my distance. Or trying to.”

“Why?”

The door is fully open now and you’ve stepped before him, eyes boring into his as if to not miss anything.

“Because you make me exposed. You make me care.”

“Is that so bad?”

He can’t help himself reaching out to cup your jaw in his palm. “I’m not used to it.”

You tilt your head into his hand, closing your eyes, and he just about could crumble before you.

“Why are you telling me now?” Your voice is just a whisper, small and vulnerable.

“I do not know...” He has to clear his throat. “I just know...I cannot go a day without you any longer.” Your eyes snap open, looking into his soul and he knows what he has to say. What is true. “I love you.”

“I thought you didn’t care...I tried to bury my feelings for you but every time I saw you, they came right back up,” you admit. “I tried to find someone else and when they...I thought I was unlovable.”

“Far from...but I don’t know how to...to show it.”

You take his other hand, pulling him easily into your room. “Then let’s figure it out. Together.”

[fandomlife-confessions]

[blackwood4stucky]

do you trust me with your scars, enough to show me your heart

author: aspen blackwood

series: wonder if it's room in heaven for savages

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu | fic playlist

masterpost | 🅴 | 🔞 | word count: 11,037 | multichapter fic

read ch 1: a maze you love getting lost in

tags: blood, creature!stucky, gore, non traditional omegaverse, sexual content, violence

Steve hesitated by the entryway to the kitchen. Just being around Ma Winnie made him nervous given how he felt about her son. - a dark and twisted fairytale

bingo fills + event prompts

@afgomegaversebingo | confession of feelings

@anyfandomangstbingo | hurt/comfort

@anyfandomgoesbingo | confession of feelings

@ao3tagbingo | scent kink

au challenge | fae au

@augustwritingchallenge: april showers brings m-au flowers | fairies/fair folk

@avengers-assemble-bingo: [aa002] | anal play

@badsexbingo | free space

@bloodyheartsbingo: twilightdreams' card [bloody hearts bingo i] | all mine [nsfw: bloody] | kissing/biting their partner so hard during sex that they draw blood

@buckybarnesbingo: round 6 | u4: friends to lovers

@buckyboybingo | fae

@character-a-character-b:

emotions | finding comfort in each other's arms & bodies holiday | free space spooky | a night of passion beneath a blood moon romance | rough passion winter | body heat under a shared blanket

crossover bingo | multiple orgasms

@darkspicyevanstan | unseelie

@dark-stucky: bucky's birthday bash 2025 | jealousy

@deaddovedec: 2024 | week 1: day 7 | free day

@deaddovekink:

august heat | mating cycles: heats + marking: scents frisky feb | groping monsterfcking march '23 | beasts of myth: fae monsterfcking march '24 | bizarre biology: abnormal body parts

@eclipsingbingo

card 1 | soulmate au card 2 | alternate universe

@fairytalebingo | court of night

@fandombingo

the little prince | moonlight wonderland | loss of innocence

@fandom-free-bingo

august chaos | friends to lovers dream | free space gingerbread | falling asleep on one another, moving closer in bed july | blushing maritime may | best friends to lovers, fae au medical | omegaverse au october | tentative smile wild | childhood friends world book night | fairy circle

@fictionaldelightsbingo: under the sea bingo | their heart stops

@halcyonianlove | fae

@herohardshipsbingo | road trip

@hurtcomfort-bingo:

hurt and comfort | first love pick your poison | fever, swallowing

@julybreakbingo: post july 24 | soulmates

@marvelousyahtzee | 2s: kneeling, flowers, fight, holding hands, jealous

marvel-smash-bingo | best friends to lovers

@multifandom-flash: here there be monsters bingo | mystery monster

@seasonaldelightsbingo:

cozy feels | dark academia card: shadows types of love | card 1: free space

@sebastianstanbingo | sharing a bed

@secretcrypticevents: into the wilds bingo | unseelie

@stuckybingo | huddling for warmth + music [march prompt]

@sweetspicybingo:

beginning | first "i love you" hurt/comfort | deep conversations lyrical | sweet touch / you've given me too much to feel winter | fairy lights

@thebo3bingo | cock warming

@thefairytalebingo | the fair folk

@winterbreakadvent 24 | just the tip' leads to full penetration leads to feelings realization

@wintershieldbingo | canon divergence

@writersmonth | fairy

@yearoftheotpevent | february: bed sharing

read ch 2: heart made of glass, my mind of stone

ao3 | sqwa | tumblr

[deathbyathousandspiders]

𝕸𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝕷𝐈𝐒𝐓 & 𝕹𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

a guide to me and my page <3

!!! QUICK CREDIT !!!

all of my dividers are from @firefly-graphics & the gifs as of rn are from other tumblr users until i can finish the ones im making :,)

🕊️ — content masterlist ;

here’s everything i’ve written so far !!

• 𝕴𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒.

REQUEST! a sign or something: mcu!peter parker, deaf!reader | genre: fluff | IN WHICH you & peter become an unlikely pair at midtown when he shows interest in learning some sign language.

REQUEST!BLURB! catching cold: mcu!peter parker | genre: fluff | IN WHICH you cuddle peter back to warmth after he returns from patrol in the midst of a blizzard.

REQUEST! daddy issues: mcu!peter parker, stark!reader | genre: angst, fluff | IN WHICH it feels like your father has more love for his protégé than you nowadays, & you’ve reached a breaking point.

REQUEST! dusted: mcu!peter parker, stark!reader | genre: angst | IN WHICH you lose your battle to thanos and your dad and peter watch you dissipate.

dusted (part two): mcu!peter parker, stark!reader | genre: hardcore angst | IN WHICH you may have won the war against thanos, but you witnessed the loss of something much greater. the loss of your father.

REQUEST! geeky tangents; mcu!peter parker | genre: fluff, ?smut? | IN WHICH you find it important to prove how sweet & adorable your boyfriend is.

guilty as sin: jj maybank | genre: ?angst?, ?smut? | IN WHICH you & JJ finally face each other after he drunkenly confessed to you, but what will your boyfriend think?

REQUEST! meet–cute: mcu!peter parker | genre: fluff | IN WHICH a knock on the sanctum door interrupts your task of housesitting for dr. strange.

REQUEST! security system: mcu!peter parker, stark!reader | genre: fluff, ?smut? | IN WHICH peter & you avoid telling your father, tony stark, about your relationship, only to find out that he’s known for longer than you’d thought.

twenty–bucks: mcu!peter parker | genre: angst, fluff | IN WHICH the avengers had their theories about you & peter’s secret pining, but they never realized just how serious it was until a mission went south.

• 𝕾𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒.

REQUEST! boy in the bubble; mcu!peter parker, stark!reader | genre: angst to fluff? | IN WHICH your walk back from school goes wrong when peter parker doesn’t walk with you, & your father has a thing or two to say about it.

| boy in the bubble | death of a hero | let me down slowly |

REQUEST! cuddle–bugs; mcu!peter parker | genre: fluff | IN WHICH you & your best friend fall asleep on the couch together, & the avengers can’t let go of the obvious chemistry.

| part one | part two | part three | part four | final part |

hell–bound; mcu!peter parker au | genre: angst, thriller, drama (some smut, some gore) | IN WHICH you are the last hope for saving the world from HYDRA & their zombie apocalypse.

| part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six |

🐚 — request boundaries ;

i’m fairly comfortable w anything! i’ll explicitly say if something makes me uncomfortable, like this:

i’m not comfortable writing about real people (actors, influencers, etc) or specific characters/types of characters (psychotic, psychopathic, serial killer, hobie brown, dark!characters, etc). i will not write pedophilia, incest, or any social issues.

i am comfortable writing headcanons, scenarios, imagines, angst, fluff, smut, au’s, and any kind of pairing!

leave a request here !!

🥥 — characters & fandoms ;

marvel | peter parker, steve rogers, yelena belova, gwen stacy, miles morales, loki laufeyson.

outer banks | jj maybank, john b routledge, topper thornton.

harry potter | cedric diggory, draco malfoy, harry potter, ?james potter, remus lupin, serius black?.

stranger things | steve harrington, robin buckley, ?eddie mudson, billy hargrove?

twilight | edward cullen, jasper hale, alice cullen, rosalie cullen, charlie swan.

leave a request here !!

🪷 — about me ;

my name is elle :) [ pronouns: she/they] i’m a college student who finds comfort in writing 🫶. my favorite color’s green, i’m in love w tom holland, and my favorite band is the neighborhood !!! i also have three cats!!

[ruquas]

Hop little Bunny - Marvel Cinematic Universe

Fandom: MCU Pairing: Peter/Bucky Rating: E Summary: Peter had once confessed a fantasy - and realizes that nothing he could have imagined came close Written for @maukree during the @marveltrumpshate AO3 can be found here

[fictionkinfessions]

"Anonymous asked: This isn’t a confession, it’s a warning about somebody in your community.

Hello, a somewhat known user in etc fandom(s) (user @/blogurl , formerlly blogurl is a known supporter of blah blah blah. Regardless, we believe this community should be aware so they don’t interact with this individual.

For the full document explaining this, as well as proof, contact @user on Discord. We want nothing from you. We’re simply trying to warn this community.

If you’ve received this ask, you share a fandom or community with pronouns, even if it isn’t listed. You don’t have to post this publicly, we don’t care if you do or don’t."

I cant believe the people in charge of the MCU are now in charge or spreading call out posts. What a convoluted pile of bullshit. Do I need to give this discord person a secret code phrase too? This is ridiculous.

Hey if you bother to come back and check if I posted this, heres some pro tips.

Nobody's going to put in the effort of a telephone game.

nobody in their right mind is going to contact a random user on discord.

seriously is this a phishing attempt? You sound like you're going to send me to a fake google docs login page to steal my password.

just fucking make a tumblr side blog. post your proof there. It's way easier to reblog posts from that. this is so fucking questionable.

Do you know how many trans women on tumblr have been targeted by randomized multi origin point posts calling these women predators for being women in fandoms? Is that what you're doing here? Because otherwise people could check the notes of a single side blog to see refutation of your claims. See also black bloggers and bloggers of color this has happened to.

Maybe you mean this is good faith but I am not about to get involved with something as sketchy as this.

I hope everyone else reading this takes call outs like this one with a grain of salt. Proof is great when its offered freely, not hinted at. And that itd anonymous, leaving no recourse to contact whoever sent it? No.