Tw Suicide Implied

Wille, after Simon kissed him during the costume party: maybe life does have a meaning after all

Simon: that kiss was a mistake

Wille: oh

Wille: I hope I die

Love this

Clint: all my kids are little spoons. Are you the big spoon or the little?

Peter: I am the spiderman!

Tony: actually he is freaking octopus, but sometimes can be the little spoon.

Stephen: “The food is too hot, I can’t eat it.”

Tony: “You’re too hot and I still eat you.”

Stephen: *Blushes*

Tony: *winks at him*

Wong, done with them: “ONE dinner. I just want ONE dinner.”

Stephen: *slams books down in front of Tony*

Stephen: Boil up some Mountain Dew. It’s gonna be a long night.

Tony: You could of said literally anything else.

Stephen: Cauldron boil and cauldron bubble, Baja Blast to fuel my trouble.

Tony: I’m going to just stop challenging you when you say random shit. I won’t win. I realize this now.

Sambucky is on my mind again!

I can only imagine with the metal arm and being a super soldier that Bucky is a pretty heavy guy. And Sam needs to be able to catch his dumbass when he jumps from tall buildings without a plan, so he starts weight lifting to be able to carry Bucky. But that means that he needs to be able to confidently lift like 250 lbs, so he ends up getting pretty muscular from it. Cue Bucky drooling when he sees how jacked Sam is getting without realizing it's all for him.

It’s not that Bucky missed it happening; that’s just not possible with how often he’s watching Sam.

It’s just, well. It’s a gradual change, so slow it’s easy to not notice it happening.

And it’s all the same, because Bucky’s definitely noticing it now.

Sam’s just back from his morning run, sweat running down his face and stinging his eyes, so he lifts up the loose cotton t-shirt he has on and wipes at his face as he greets Bucky breathlessly.

Bucky’s brain kind of, well, short-circuits, blood rushing out and heading south. His mouth is suddenly dry, ears ringing, and he’s frozen against the kitchen counter, his eyes unconsciously following Sam as he heads toward the fridge and grabs the orange juice, drinking right from the box because otherwise he would be too perfect to be human.

Bucky takes a scalding sip from his coffee cup, burns his tongue and slams the cup down, eyes a little blurry, images of Sam’s extraordinary toned stomach and deliciously muscular arms tauntingly flashing in his mind.

He looks back at Sam, who’s staring at him with a raised eyebrow. At least the t-shirt is covering his stomach again, small mercies. Less of a mercy is the way his shorts are hugging his thighs and ass when he turns to put the juice back in the fridge.

God, Bucky is going to walk into a wall and knock himself out, what the fuck.

“Hey, Buck,” Sam says, and he getting closer, actually looking kind of worried now. “You okay?”

Bucky almost swallows his tongue when Sam’s close enough, because he can smell him now, on top of everything else, and it’s edging on a little too much, even for a super-soldier like himself.

He takes a deep breath (big mistake), tries to say, “yeah, I’m okay,” and ends up saying, “when did you get so muscular?”

Sam blinks, opens his mouth, closes it, then blinks again for good measure.

Bucky’s face burns; he wants to step away from the situation but there’s nowhere to go without pushing Sam out of the way, so he stays where he is, the counter’s edge digging into his back when he leans back into it.

Suddenly, Sam takes a step back and looks down, face twisting like he’s embarrassed about something.

“Remember Colorado?”

Bucky frowns, nods, then says, “yeah,” because Sam’s still not looking at him.

“You jumped out the window—“

“I was thrown out the window.”

Sam rolls his eyes. “You weren’t supposed to be anywhere close to that window at all.”

“It wasn’t my fault that I was thrown out the damn window!”

Sam takes in a frustrated breath. “Anyway, I had to… catch you and I… I almost dropped you, Bucky.”

Bucky frowns again. He doesn’t remember Sam almost dropping him. All he remembers was how one second he was free-falling and the next he had Sam’s arms around him, breaking his fall and carrying him to safety. He remembers how he just knew that Sam would catch him, how he didn’t doubt it for a second.

“Sam?” he asks, because he’s not sure how this has anything to do with Sam’s incredibly fantastic muscles.

Sam sighs. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re kinda heavy, especially when I’m trying to catch you midair. So, I, uh. I started working out more, lifting more.”

“Oh,” Bucky says. His knees are a little weak, but that’s no one’s business.

Sam’s working out and lifting more so he could carry/catch Bucky. Bucky’s brain is about to melt right out his ears.

“That’s, hm,” he tries to say anything, because Sam is getting more embarrassed, starting to fidget.

“Look, I know—”

“Really hot.”

“Oh.”

Bucky sighs, pushes aways from the counter and wraps his arms around Sam’s waist, pulls him close.

Sam’s breath hitches. “Oh,” he repeats, and he blinks slowly up at Bucky, his eyes getting steadily darker.

“You,” Bucky says, even as his heart races, because god, Sam’s into this, too, “are going to be the death of me.”

Sam opens his mouth to say something about that, but Bucky just leans in and swallows the words right off his tongue.

They can talk later.

Now, though, Bucky is going to kiss every single one of Sam’s muscles.

read on ao3

Accurate

Odin: You have a sister. Her name is Hela.

Thor & Loki: what

Odin:

🧎🏻‍♀️

Marvel Studios Assembled: The Making of Loki Season 2 (2023)

One hc that i found that broke me is the reasoning for why Tony doesnt like being handed things.

I wish i could remember the person who posted this originally but i cant so if anyone knows them tag them or link their post

But it went that Tony doesnt like being handed things because as a kid, he would help Howard in the lab and Howard would hand him hot, sharp, or just generally harmful things and have him hold them until Howard needed them

And I think about this so much, like not many hcs that i see stick with me that hard but this one did and i think about it in every single irondad fic that i read/write because theres no way that this doesnt affect how he works with Peter in the lab.

For example, Tony never tries to make Peter even touch anything that could easily hurt his hands and insists that Tony works with everything burning hot, super sharp, ect

Or if you want to take it to the extreme, Tony doesn’t ever hand things to Peter directly, instead makes sure that Peter absolutely makes the choice for himself to touch anything in the lab. Even if Peter specifically asks for a part, Tony sets it down right next to him instead of directly in his hands.

peter: listen. FUCK trains

bucky: this guy gets it