This seems to have become a blog leaning towards the Avengers with some fanfiction perhaps. If you follow me, do not become offended if I do not follow in return since this a blog beneath my main one.
I entirely 100% believe the post I saw a while ago about Chibs moving so fast with Jarry because of his break up with Juice is true.
I mean, that relationship is honestly so uncalled for (jarry and chibs) and I want to say Sutter knows it. He's too smart to just throw Chibs with some officer he barely even knows but apparently "has feelings for".
Jax has gone off the deep end and into another universe after Tara's death. He becomes convinced because of Juice's dissappearance that Juice had everything to do with Tara's murder. He order's Chibs to kill Juice, unknowing of their relationship. Things ensue.
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Jax was so far gone into the getting out of guns, but fucking every other MC and gang along the way to whatever his end game was. Was there even an end game, or an out, now that Tara was gone? No one in the club dared to correct him or push for something else. Jax would just yell and justify what he was doing and tell the brother ‘you either follow me, or sign with a different charter.’
It was like Jax was just getting bored now. Everything wasn’t falling into place and the day was quiet but he didn’t know whom to stir up. All his chess pieces were falling into their places, whether he had planned for them to fall there or not, and now it was just time to sit and wait. Jax couldn’t just sit back and relax. One would think he would spend time with his boys, who seemingly lost both parents with the way Jac was AWOL around them.
Family? What family?
“Time we talk about Juice,” Jax said with a sickness to his excitement to Chibs. “I’ve got a twenty on where he might be. The kid’s a risk to the club and any charter on the west coast. Can’t be trusted.”
Chibs looked to Jax, he was wearing in his mind where this was going but his expression showed no signs of emotion. “And what do you s’pose we do about that, Jackie boy?”
Chibs would follow Jax into the erupting volcano, but he would also find a way to forgive Juice. To Chibs, Juice was sometimes worth more than the MC brotherhood and Jax- no matter how much he cared for Jax nor how obedient he could be for the President.
“I would order Happy for this job, but I have a feeling you need to settle this right with yourself and with him,” Jax sat down on the chair at the head of the table and looked over to Chibs, “I’ve got the twenty, like I said. Here’s the address. I want you to find him, say you want to just chat… Say you have some ways he can earn back into the club. But then I want you to get the job done, Chibs.”
Chibs sat stone cold for the longest minutes of his life before he gave a deep sigh, “I can’t do that, Jackson.” Chibs straightened himself in his chair and leaned in to look to Jax, “You might be thinkin’ he’s a threat, and I get that, but that stupid kid ain’t goin’ to say nothin’ to anybody. He was stupid enough to sit down with me in that restaurant.”
“Chibs,” Jax narrowed his eyes, “You’re going to go up there, find him, and finish the job. For you, for me, for this goddamn club. He knows way too much Intel.”
“I’m not doing it, Jackie boy,” Chibs slammed his hand down on the table in front of them. “He don’t deserve Mayhem.” The last sentence came to him by surprise. He never thought Juice would need to meet Mayhem, but he had never been sure what he vote would have been if it was brought up to the table. He was pretty sure it would be a no by now, earlier, out of rage, he might have said Yey.
“Fine, then I’ll get Happy to do it.”
Chibs was quick to stand and point his pistol at Jax, who only say with a stone face and an amused expression, “What. You’re going to kill me if I call the hit on Juice?”
For the first time in twentyfive years, Chibs’ hand shook with the gun in his hand. He swallowed hard, “You aren’t calling no hit on Juice.”
Jax flipped his phone open only for Chibs to cock the gun.
“You can’t,” Chibs’ voice was reduced to a painful whisper. Jax was standing now, the gun in Chibs’ hand following to stay pointed. “He’s mine. The lad is mine.”
“Then go fucking kill him!”
“No Jackie! You aren’t hearin’ me, lad! The lad is fuckin’ mine, boy.”
“Jesus Christ,” Jax closed his phone and threw it to the table, “Jesus fucking Christ.”
From that, Chibs lightly explained what they had been and how they were ended but that still didn’t mean he could watch the boy be killed, or let the boy be killed. They settled to an agreement, or so Chibs thought.
***
A month later Chibs was at the club house when his phone rang.
“It’s Jax. Meet me at the warehouse in Oaktown. Got a little club business I need your help with. Got some wetback who knows more about Tara.” That was all Jax said before hanging up the phone leaving Chibs to it to get down to the warehouse.
Chibs was there in an instant. Anything to help Jax get closer to the person who killed Tara and sent his dear brother into this spiraling tornado of neglected grief and very much felt anger and hatred for absolutely everything: even the club.
It was no secret to Chibs that Jax began hating the club after Tara was so brutally killed. She was trying to get away from the club, bring her boys with them, and hopefully Jax would meet up with her a year down the road. Chibs knew Jax, in most ways, blamed the club in it’s entirety for his wife’s death. Jax may have loved the members still, but the club as a whole? He hated it all. All of that neglected grief and feelings were making his President act irrationally and a little psychotically.
When Chibs pulled up to the warehouse he saw two bikes which were both very, very familiar. One was Jax’s and the other’s…
Chibs was off his bike and in an instant running into the warehouse. “JAX!” he yelled, his gravely voice thick with his accent. “JAX! Don’t you fuckin’ hurt him!” Chibs was running through the warehouse in no particular knowing direction. He just knew he was running towards the center to where there was the dimmest of lights.
Juice was in bad shape. His hands were bound above his head, knife marks along his bare torso; some were still bleeding, some were partly dried up. The boy’s face was swollen, bruised and bloody, his eyes were closed as he was slightly unconscious but still slightly aware of his surroundings: that in between of wanting to show being strong and wanting to give up and let a more comfortable unconsciousness take over his body until the next round.
“Juicey, Juice, hey, hey you stay with me, brother,” Chibs’ voice was desperate as he touched the boy’s face gingerly. He tried to move it without hurting the other but still get him to wake up. “Wake up, brother, c’mon. C’mon, Juicey boy.”Chibs slapped the other’s cheek just enough to get his attention.
Juice’s eyes rolled open lazily. Through the darkness he could barely make out Chibs’ face, but his brain definitely recognized the Scot’s voice.
“Chibs,” his voice was hoarse, “Chibs,” he tried to swallow. “Mayhem, Chibbie. You guys voted.”
“No- No, Juicey. There was no vote. No vote, no vo-“
After hearing there wasn’t a vote Juice’s body and mind sprung to life. He struggled against the bounds on his hands and jerked his body. His eyes went wide and panicked and his breathing picked up as his heart hammered in his chest.
“He doesn’t believe me,” Juice’s voice was filled with panic. “Gemma,” Juice’s efforts ended quickly when his energy levels depleted and he was too tired to struggle and set himself free. “Gemma did it. Gemma.” Juice’s eyes began watering uncontrollably, messy and painful sobs escaping his body.
Chibs took the other’s head into his hands, trying to wipe away the other’s tears with his thumbs as gingerly as he could to not further the man’s pain. “We’ll explain it, Juicey. Shhh, Juicey boy, shhhh.” Chibs held the other’s head in his hands and made him look at him. “I love you, Juan Carlos.”
Juice looked to Chibs with little to no hope in his eyes. As if he had given up on the thought of survival entirely. He let Chibs’ words sink into his heart and his eyes softened just a slight amount.
“I love you, Filip,” his lips quivered as Chibs pressed their lips together.
There was a silent whirring noise and Juice’s body went entirely limp in Chibs’ hands. He pulled away with a look of horror and disbelief in his expression, “Juicey?” His voice was filled of terror and mock unsure. As if Juice had just passed out randomly.
“Juice? Juice!” Chibs slapped the boys face and rolled his head to bring it up to face his. That’s when he felt the blood trickling down his fingers. With a trembling hand he turned Juice’s head to the side and saw the bullet hole and guessed it had gone through by the feel of warm liquid on his opposite hand.
“NOO!!!!!” Chibs screamed out, dropping to his knees and hugging the boy’s legs to his chest. Chibs was sobbing a heart-wrenching cry, loud, snotty, and angry. He kept asking ‘why? Why?’ as he clutched to the boy’s legs, sometimes shaking them in his grip out of frustration, anger, and heart break.
Jax was the one to come up and cut the boy’s arms loose, causing Chibs to fumble to catch the lifeless body from hitting the floor so gruesomely.
“You fuckin’ bastard!” Chibs yelled, cupping the body in his arms. “You bloody fuckin’ bastard!” Chibs looked up to where Jax stood and let out a loud, long, and animalistic scream.
“He didn’t fucking kill Tara!” Chibs was absent mindedly stroking Juice’s cooling face with his hand as he yelled at Jax. “You’re fucking wretched mother did! Put the goddamn pieces together, you bastard! Why the fuck would Juice kill your fucking wife! You thoughtless piece of shite!” Chibs let out more sobs, looking down to Juice’s face, and just sobbed some more.
“Leave me before I kill you,” Chibs warned in a low growl. “Before my mind changes. It’s ‘bout to change pretty quickly, Jackson.” Chibs looked up to give a defiant look to Jax then spit on his boots.
Jax watched the scene before him, heard Chibs’ threats, and his thoughts. If Chibs could put it together so easily, and believe Juice, why couldn’t he?
He stood still after the warning to leave, his pride not letting him give the Scotsman the final word.
“He still killed another member. Mayhem was due.”
Chibs was quick to grab his gun and shoot a warning shot past Jax’s knee, the bullet grazing his jeans. “I’m not givin’ yeh another fuckin’ warning.”
Jax didn’t need to battle his pride then and quickly left the scene. He’d let Chibs deal with the mess while he went to deal with his mother.
Chibs went back to holding Juice’s lifeless body in his hands. His tears were calmer and silent now as he stared at the man he loved so dearly. He felt so much remorse and guilt building within his chest it was easily driving him insane. He should have listened to Juice when he tried to talk to him in the diner. He should have at least heard him out, made sure they were on the same page- Juice and the club, Juice and Jax. Chibs had been so blindly angry he hadn’t had the decency to ask Juice his side of things. He blindly followed Jax into the fucking war and the false hatred of Juice.
He was stupid to think that he and Jax’s discussion about the relationship was an end to Jax’s revenge-seeking plans for Juice. So fucking stupid.
Chibs pulled his cell out and phoned the police station. “San Juaqim Police Station, is there an emergency?”
“Yeh, put Sheriff Jarry on the line,” Chibs’ voice was low, somber, as he spoke.
“Sheriff Jarry. Who is this?”
Chibs was silent for a while, causing the woman to repeat her question.
“It’s Chibs. I need you to find Jax Teller on the murder of Juan Ortiz,” he could hardly believe he was doing this, but he was and there was no going back now. “On his way to Gemma’s. Got a lead on who killed Tara. Gemma is lead suspect.” His voice broke as a few sobs escaped his mouth. “I’m in Oaktown in the warehouse. Juice is dead.”
The line clicked after that and Chibs left himself to cry over Juice’s body. He made promises to the boy, apologized for things he did, things he never did, and things he never would be able to do.
He was found about an hour later by Bobby, Tig, and Happy, whom had been tipped off by the Sheriff, exhaustedly staring off at the wall with Juice in his arms still. His body was stiff and tired, his mind shot, his eyes puffy. She was dealing with the Gemma and Jax escapades.
Bobby lifted Chibs up to free him from the body and Tig and Happy began working on covering him up, swearing under their breaths by the state the body was in.
“C’mon, brother,” Bobby said patting Chibs’ back, though Chibs’ full body weight just about rested on Bobby’s side, “Let’s get you home.”
“I haven't one,” Chibs mumbled as they walked, “He was all I had.”
Some Juice/Chibs fanfic.
A first one for the ship but whateeeva.
You can read it here on AO3.
A Following Friend
Walking into the clubhouse for the first time in what must have been a week, with no word to anyone to the club, had Juice’s heart in his throat. Even with Roosevelt promising he wasn’t outing him about his father to the club, and RICO off his back, he knew the truth of his whereabouts and lying to the club still made him feel sick and unworthy of the patch, of his life. His muscle memory in his legs brought him forward through the bar and into the chapel.
Jax sat at the head of the table, Bobby was back, Chibs on Jax’s right side, and Tig next to him. They stared at him like he was a half alive man. Their eyes held relief, probably because it turns out he’s not dead, but he could tell Jax was still nervous by his actions and recent disappearing act. Even with the weed shop being raided he could tell Jax was still nervous. Juice would be, too, if he were Jax. Having a suicidal member pull crazy shit, disappear here and there, and have the sheriff on his back.
“Hey,” it was unlike him to not break a silence.
“You good, bro?” Jax watched Juice as he walked over to his seat. Juice nodded, straightened out his cut, and pulled out the chair. “Heads all clear?”
“Head’s clear, man,” Juice reassured, waited to sit before Jax nodded the go-ahead.
Chapel went on for about forty minutes, ranking in the new standing officers, and the tension between Gemma and Tara filled the room before the end of it. Juice voted, listened, nodded, and stayed quiet. He had hard eyes on him the entire time. It wasn’t Jax’s, or Tigs, or Bobby’s- but Chibs’. His gaze was hard, angry even, and it barely let up off of Juice unless it was to converse with Jax briefly.
It gave Juice the chills. Made him feel like Chibs saw right through him and knew the truth of any custody he had been in, or could smell the rat on his skin. Even if the plans didn’t follow through, he was still a rat and had complied to RICO and let Roosevelt’s blackmail take him down like a weakling. All of this, he felt, Chibs must know somehow. Either that, or Chibs was questioning if Juice had tried to kill himself again and was now well enough to show up after a failed attempt.
Towards the end, Juice’s gaze was confident enough to land on Chibs’ and not let up. He got lost in the concentration of keeping his stare that he had checked out of the meeting and only came back to being aware when Jax hit the gavel and finished church.
Juice stood up, straightened his shirt, and looked to Jax when he put his hand on his shoulder. “Glad to have you back, man. A lot of shit’s gone down and this cartel heat isn’t going to let up or go away anytime soon, and now this shit with Pope,” Jax shook his head, “We need you, bro. All in, no more distractions. I need to trust that you’re not going to try to off yourself if things go south again, a’right? Can I do that?”
“O-oh yeah, man. Like I said, head’s all clear. No more of that shit, I promise. Came to terms and cleared it out. Sorry, I know I should have touched base.”
With that, Jax nodded and left the chapel. It was him and Chibs left in the room, but Juice was a little nervous by the man’s killing gaze to try to mend anything, or reassure him that things were fine. For all he knew, Chibs didn’t give a shit and would let Juice know how much he didn’t give a shit if he stayed in this room with him.
So, instead of saying anything, Juice just raised his brows, gave a nod, and left the chapel. He didn’t get far before hearing footsteps behind him, and Bobby referred something to the person walking, only to get ‘Aye’ as an empty answer that didn’t even answer his question.
Nervous, Juice sped up his strut, briefly told Jax he was headed home, and left the clubhouse. The footsteps continued behind him and Juice decided to take the follower on a tour through the grounds.
He made Chibs follow him around the garage then made like he was headed for the bikes but took a sharp turn into the garage to hide, hopefully lose him or sneak out under his nose. He didn’t want a confrontation right now, especially if it was from an angry Chibs.
Not being able to understand what a thick, angry, Scottish accent was saying would only anger Chibs further, and juice couldn’t understand him usually.
The footsteps seemed to stop completely and all Juice could hear was his own breaths. He waited a while before guessing Chibs was gone and turned the opposite corner to leave through a side exit.
“Chibs, I, uh, I was gonna give a shout. But I-I really needed to clear my head, have no influences or words of wisdom. Just… just needed my own terms,” his voice was defensive and pleading, his eyes wide and unsure, mouth a tight line.
Chibs pulled Juice up only to slam him against the wall again, “Yer a fuckin’ daft fool, boy,” Chibs growled, his tone low, “Do ya’ got any idea to how worried I was about ya’, boy? Thinkin’ you gon’ offed yerself fer good. Lettin’ the fuckin’ buzzerds eat away at ya’.” Chibs’ hard look from earlier still was plastered on his face, no softness or fondness to be seen.
“I don’t have to check in with you, Chibs! You ain’t my ke-,” He was cut off by crushing lips that had too many emotions behind them. Chibs’ arm was still across his chest, holding him against the wall, his body now flush against Juice’s body.
The Puerto Rican’s own mouth responded hesitantly, lightly, to the ones on his own. However, his body relaxed and all defensive words, lies, and actions fled his current state and let Chib’s lips work against his own.
Chibs pulled his arm from across Juice’s chest at the same moment he pulled the kiss- but only pulled an inch between their lips. Through the darkness of the shop they stared at each other for what felt like forever. Chibs was breathing roughly, his mind still angry, worried, frightened, and filled with fondness and relief.
Juice stared at Chib’s gaze, trying to read him, before he grabbed the man’s face and pulled him in for a passionate, rough kiss. His tongue slid out to lick the Scot’s lips for permission, Chib’s exiting his mouth for a tease and invite Juice’s into his own mouth for exploration.
Chibs’ hands snaked around Juice’s hips and his fingertips rose up beneath the boy’s shirt, then went around to feel the muscles on his stomach, then back down and around to his back again. His calloused fingers slid beneath the hem of his pants as the other hand lift up to cup the younger boy’s face.
The Scotsman had been worried about Juice ever since he got out of Stockton. To be honest, ever since he got shanked the first time the guys were in lockdown. He knew the idiot was vulnerable to whatever the club, whatever Clay, told him to do and he’d do it. The club was everything and anything the boy had. He wasn’t like the others, who had families. Even if the families were distant, the other brothers had the time to experience what it all felt like: the love, the company, and then the pain. Chibs didn’t think Juice had had enough experience feeling and seeing compassion towards him. He was thrown around and not taken seriously. Chibs saw through it and loved the boy: as a brother and apparently as something else, too. He took juice seriously and respected him for the most part. This wasn’t the first time the idiot had scared Chibs half to death. And now, the only way he could deal with his feelings was physically express them to the son of a bitch.
His hands were eager around the Scot’s body. He felt up and down his back, around his ass, up his chest and finally cupped his face. His thumbs found the scars of the Glasglow smile that made Chibs, well, Chibs and traced them until their end. But that was it for his sweet side. His hands dropped to the older man’s shoulders and pushed at his cut, slid it down and off the man with his help, and chucked it on a nearby workbench, his own followed suit.
“We doin’ this, Juicy boy?”
Juice just nodded in response. He wanted this. Just probably not in the garage. However, he smirked and palmed the Scot’s junk through his jeans as he placed hot open-mouth kissed up the man’s neck, sucking on his ear, and pulled away with a soft nip. He used his free hand to guide Chibs to turn with him so the older man was against the wall. Juice’s hands fell down to the man’s belt and zipper as he dropped to his knees and pulled down his pants and briefs. Chibs’ member stood proud once it was released from the restrictive pants. Juice wasted no time in taking the member into his hands, his mouth sucking on the other’s balls, and then licking up the shaft. The tip of his tongue licked the precum from the tip of the head then swirled around the sensitive part before he took him into his mouth fully. Hollowing his cheeks out, Juice began bobbing his head along the other’s length, eyes looking up to watch his good friend unravel by the feel of his mouth.
Chibs was losing it fast. He had never been able to imagine what it would look like with Juice on his knees before him with his dick in his mouth- let alone imagine what it would feel like to have the other suck his dick; and it sure felt marvelous. He gave low moans to each trick Juice pulled. When the younger began bobbing faster and massaging his balls that was the end for him. His hands lightly gripped Juice’s baldhead as his hips began fucking the younger’s mouth. Subconsciously, he was worried over gagging the boy and it being too much, but Juice took him all in and met his pace.
“Juicy- I’m gon-cu,” he couldn’t finish talking before he was giving a deep, loud moan and spewing his spunk into the back of Juice’s throat, which the boy swallowed up before giving a few soft sucks to the man’s spent dick and let off with a pop from the head that caused Chibs to swat his head. “Yer fuckin’ pushin’ it,” Chibs grumbled breathlessly as he rested a lot of weight and faith against the wall to keep him from falling over.
When Juice stood up, Chibs was quick to switch them to the original position with Juice against the wall. Chibs’ hand went beneath the boy’s pants to grip his hard dick in his hands. “Get yer rocks off, suckin’ me off don’tcha boyo?” Chibs gave a cheeky smile and bit down on his bottom lip.
Juice’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he let out a deep moan, “ Fuck you, man,” he breathed out as Chibs’ grip tightened and quickened around the boy’s dick. Juice unraveled quicker than he thought was possible, coming hard and fast in his jeans that never even made it off. The only thing that had been undone was the zipper, which apparently had been enough freedom.
He leaned breathlessly against the wall, Chibs’ hand leaving his pants to lick the cum off then zipped them up again. He bent down and retrieved his own pants, lifting them up and around his ass, situated his still half hard cock, and zipped up.
“Ya’ gon’ tell me where ya’ been, now?” Chibs asked plain as day. As if they hadn’t just gotten one another off.
“What?” Juice’s tone was incredulous. “We’re just gonna do that, no explanation or nothin’, and instead of talking about what it was you’re gonna ask me where I’ve been?”
“What, Juicy, are we gonna talk ‘bout ou’ feelins? Why we gotta’ do that, boyo? I’m wonderin’ were you’ve been. I can’t let you off as easily as Jax can, you hea’ me boy? It’s some shite, you playin’ disappearin’ acts afta you’ve tried to hang yerself.”
Juice huffed. He didn’t work out details of his lie, knew that Jax would understand he needed to clear his head and expected that Chibs wouldn’t give a shit to further question him either. “Look, man, like I told the club and Jax, I was off clearing my head. Dealing with shit: the Miles shit, Kozik, Piney, this cartel and Irish shit, man. Had to convince myself of everything and get over it without more mayhem rising from the ashes and getting my face bloody before I could handle dealing with it again. I swear to ya, Chibby, I ain’t gonna do anything to hurt myself.”
Chibs closed the space between them and took Juice’s chin in his thumb and index finger, “I’ll kill ya’ if ya’ do,” he said quietly, placing a firm kiss against his lips.
Finally free to finish all those requests hanging around in my ask.
Now this one was tricky, considering Tony’s PTSD is Loki’s fault in the first place. Ten drafts and a painful Iron Man suit later, here we are.
"It was you!" Tony was walking backwards quickly as Loki attempted to approach the panicking mechanic.
"Tony, Tony that was a long time ago. We've... we've talked about this," Loki's voice was low and even. His eyes were careful but not guarded. With all the trickery they had in their relationship, and sometimes still have, he did not want to show Tony a guard to mask his trickery. The God didn't touch on the topic of Midgard Invasion that he created.
Tony wasn't believing it. He wasn't in Stark Tower in his vision. Well, he was, but he was a few years back in the moments before he was thrown out of the window. However, his current memory couldn't remember how he had gotten to his kitchen or why he was in his kitchen with this monster.
"T-talked about what?" Tony was getting furious. His heart rate and breathing ran too quickly for him to concentrate on the words and reality. "You're the monster who is ruining Earth. Thor's adopted quack of a brother," he snarled as he slid the Iron Man suit wristlets on, "the-the daddy issues soaked brother who seeks vengeance to rule and rid the realms of his brother and wretched father. All because what? He was protected from the ugly truth? You seek a false vengeance to hide what you truly are." His words were venom and he backed up each time Loki took a step closer.
Loki's eyes said nothing other than caution with affectionate emotion riddled in there. Tony's words were like sharp and infectious daggers through his heart and gut. Though he knew this wasn't his current Tony speaking. This was Tony's PTSD surfacing after the new brought up the invasion for a lame reason and Tony caught wind of it before Loki could change the channel. Tony had always told Loki he didn't want to be shielded from what had happened, but after more frequent bouts of panic attacks and physical fights against the God they talked it through and were taking it step by step. It had been positive for about seven months until tonight. No attacks, no fights, no nightmares.
"Tony, please," Loki's voice was the same calmness despite the agony from his chest. "You must remember me not from then. Remember our nights negotiating one another's mind, our bodies learning the curve of one another's." Loki took a few quick steps towards Tony, but the suit whizzed by and covered Tony before Loki could close the distance.
Loki was pushed back and Tony's hand lifted for the rocket beam to rev up before him, aimed at Loki.
"Why should I believe the God of Lies? You despicable fool, thinking I would believe such a disgusting story. Please. I could never love you."
The words had never been this bad. Loki could take the physical abuse and the night terrors, but not words. For the God of Lies with a silver tongue, one would think he could handle something such as a few harsh words. There were three people he could not easily mask his pain as if it were nothing, and those people were: Frigga, Thor, and Tony.
He let himself get angry for a moment, standing up quickly and suddenly appeared before Tony, gripping his hands to his side and pinned him against the wall. "You listen to me right now," he spat out in a hiss but quickly caught himself and ripped the mask off of Tony's suit.
This way Tony had nowhere else to look but Loki's face. "Anthony," his voice came out much quieter, "You must try to remember. We are in New York, and it is night. There are no aliens, no portal, and I am not here to rule you."
When Tony tried to lift his hands to yank Loki off of him Loki lightly lifted Tony off the wall then back against it much forcefully, "Anthony! It is I, Loki Odinson of Asgard and I rule nothing. I rule nothing, I speak of honest words to you only, and I love you. Anthony, remember me."
They spent what felt like thirty minutes, but was only maybe three, staring at one another before Loki's face fell and Tony's expression softened greatly.
"Loki," he whispered as he lifted his hand to touch over Loki's cheek, "I-I didn't remember. Wha-" He was cut off by Loki shh-ing him, wrapping his arms around Tony's shoulders, and kissing his forehead.
Loki stayed like that for a very long time, holding the man in his armor.
"You are not a monster," Tony finally said and kissed Loki's neck, "you are anything but a monster."
I am so emotionally invested in off the record. And while you wait for Hella to update you just never know when it's gonna hit. And then randomly you get an email and you read the chapter and you're just like fuck.
Okay, everyone.
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Anything helps you guys! I don’t work at Disney any longer but that doesn’t mean I’ve stopped trying to make magical moments.
Okay, everyone.
I am a woman on a mission for this woman. I just heard about this is this woman and her Mommy-Bucket-List and I just feel passionate for her.
I know we’re all poor college students or high school students but I would really, really appreciate if you could donate a tiny bit to her funds. You can donate here. You can read her story here and see her diagnosis, bucket list, and a bit about herself.
I want her to put her children in princess dresses to meet the princesses and her son to meet Mickey and Peter Pan and Donald Duck and Buzz and Woody. To eat at the castle and watch wishes and eat mickey waffles. To watch the 3 o’clock parade and ride the monorail. To buy a Mickey balloon and ice cream. Watch The Lion King at Animal Kingdom and Illuminations at EPCOT and taste all the different sodas at Club Soda. Ride Star Tours and watch Fantasmic and the car show at Hollywood Studios.
CAST MEMBERS: You work to make magical moments! Let’s do this! Children get the opportunity all of the time to make wishes with the wonderful Make A Wish to go to Disney World- let’s help out a wonderful mother with her children! As she is too old to make a wish, let us help her through other means!!
We are looking for any of those whom are willing to give up a main gate pass. If you are willing to help out in any way message me and I will give you the credentials of the person who knows what to do about it.
Please reblog this and get this message out. I want this wonderful woman to go to Disney with her children and experience the Disney magic.
Like I said, if you want to donate a main gate pass MESSAGE ME and I will tell you who to e-mail or text about your information.
Anything helps you guys! I don’t work at Disney any longer but that doesn’t mean I’ve stopped trying to make magical moments.
Please help out!
Having had my own mom battle cancer I know how much this must mean to her. Please help us help this wonderful woman give what she can to her babies. It would be much appreciated.
Katie Crawford has stage IV Breast Cancer with three little children. PLEASE reblog this and get this message out! My former disney cast member is going crazy inside me wanting to pull this through for her and her family!!!
REBLOG THIS TUMBLR
YOU CAN VOTE WITHOUT A DOUBT FOR MISHA COLLINS AND SUPERNATURAL AND EVERYTHING ELSE AND HAVE THEM WIN
REBLOG THIS AND MAYBE SOMEONE WILL SEE IT WHO CAN REALLY MAKE A DIFFERENCE OR CHANGE SOMETHING.
COME ON.
DO IT FOR THESE LITTLE CHILDREN AND THEIR MOMMY. BRING THE MOMMY HER WISHES. BRING THESE LITTLE CHILDREN GREAT MEMORIES WITH THEIR MOM.
COME ON
PLEASE
I AM REDUCED TO BEGGING.
When someone from the far end of the galaxy shows an interest in Tony’s competencies, he is taken by force one night. On his journey he meets a stranger under less than stellar circumstances who may turn out to be not as strange as he would like.
Fandom: The Avengers (2012)
Language: English
Rating: NC-17
Relationships: Loki/Tony Stark
Tags/Warnings: Non-Consensual Drug Use, Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Bondage, Slavery, Gags, Blindfolds, Sensory Deprivation, Kidnapping, Violence, Sexual Content, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Angst and Feels, Body Language
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