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Agatha All Along Girls

Agatha Harkness

Lady Death

Lilia Calderu

Jennifer Kale

Someone on Pinterest just pointed out that Bob has 6 fingers. I thought maybe the Pinterest photo was AI but I checked this photo I took of the poster and uhm well😔

Im disturbed LMAO

I’m not doing a full essay (yet), but these lines?? Loki. Energy.

Tell me they don’t fit. I dare you.

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Model house life meltdown

Still a modern dream let down

It kills me, you know I'm dying out here

What would you trade the pain for?

I'm not sure

We were a hammer to the statue of David

We were a painting you could never frame and

You were the sunshine of my lifetime

What would you trade the pain for?

This city always hangs a little bit lonely on me

Loose, like a kid playing pretend in his father's suit

I'd never go, I just want to be invited, oh

Got to give up

Get the feeling, get the feeling

Don't fight it, fight it

Sending my love from the other side of the apocalypse

And I just about snapped

Don't look back

Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand

Love from the other side of the apocalypse

And I just about snapped

Don't look back

Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand

Generation sleep, I'm falling in and out of love

I'm getting that tilted feeling out here

What would you trade the pain for?

I'm not sure

Nowhere left for us to go but heaven

Summer falling through our fingers again and

You were the sunshine of my lifetime

What would you trade the pain for?

We're told we gotta get ahead, yeah

No matter what it takes

But there's no way off the hamster wheel on this rat race

I'd never go, I just want to be invited, oh

Got to give up

Get the feeling, get the feeling

Don't fight it, fight it

Sending my love from the other side of the apocalypse

And I just about snapped

Don't look back

Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand

Love from the other side of the apocalypse

And I just about snapped

Don't look back

Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand

I saw you in a bright clear field

Hurricane heat in my head

The kind of pain you feel to get good in the end

Good in the end

Inscribed like stone and faded by the rain

"Give up what you love"

"Give up what you love, before it does you in"

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Nyuuzyou of HuggingFace AI scraped A03 of 1-63million fics (the ID at the end of your fics URL).

Currently A03 has issued a takedown notice and I've found them on bluesky to warn them I'll be sending a DMCA takedown if I EVER see my fics on their AI garbage site again.

This goes for all Lokius's, all Sylki's, everyone in the Loki fandom

Pairing: Reader & Bucky, Reader x Bucky

Word Count: 702

Prompt: Reader tackles Bucky during training

Summary: During an intense training session, you seize your chance to catch Bucky Barnes off guard.

Warnings: physical combat, sparring, mild injury, suggestive tension, competitive banter, close physical contact, minor power play

The training room is eerily quiet, save for the distant hum of machinery. You're crouched low behind a stack of crates, heart pounding, eyes fixed on your target. Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier, stands in the center of the room, his back to you. His broad shoulders rise and fall with measured breaths, the subtle tension in his muscles telling you he’s waiting for something—for you.

You’ve been sparring with him for weeks, and he never makes it easy. That’s the thing with Bucky—he’s always one step ahead, always anticipating your every move. But today? Today feels different. Your powers hum beneath your skin, crackling with energy as you steady your breathing, waiting for the right moment to strike.

He’s fast, no doubt about it, but you’ve studied him. The way he shifts his weight, the slight tilt of his head when he listens for movement. You know you’ll only get one chance to catch him off guard, and if you miss it, you’ll be on your back in seconds. The memory of countless failed attempts plays in your mind, but this time, you’re ready.

You push off the balls of your feet, launching yourself forward with a speed you know most people wouldn’t see coming. The air rushes past your ears as you move, silent and precise. Bucky’s head tilts slightly, just like you predicted, but it’s too late for him. You close the distance in an instant, your shoulder slamming into his side with enough force to knock him off balance.

To your surprise, he stumbles. His eyes widen, caught off guard, as your combined momentum sends you both crashing to the ground. You straddle his waist, pinning him down, and your hands press firmly against his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath beneath your palms.

A grin spreads across your face, and Bucky stares up at you, half-amused, half-impressed. His metal hand grips your wrist, not tight enough to hurt but enough to remind you that the victory is yours—for now.

"You finally got me," he says, voice low, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. His blue eyes are sharp, still calculating, but there’s a glint of pride in them.

You raise an eyebrow, panting from the exertion but too stubborn to let it show. "Took me long enough," you reply, keeping your tone light despite the adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

Bucky shifts beneath you, his free hand brushing against your arm as he pushes himself slightly upright. "I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting that. You’ve been holding back, haven’t you?"

You shrug, not bothering to deny it. "Maybe I wanted to make it interesting."

"Interesting?" His grin widens, and before you can react, he flips you over effortlessly, his speed and strength catching you off guard this time. In the blink of an eye, you’re the one flat on your back, Bucky looming over you with that familiar, cocky smile.

"Let’s see how you handle this then," he murmurs, leaning in just close enough that you feel his breath against your skin.

Your powers flare instinctively, a surge of energy rippling through you. But you stop yourself before unleashing it. Instead, you meet his gaze, matching his smirk with one of your own. "Oh, don’t worry, Barnes," you say, your voice confident, "I can handle anything you throw at me."

Bucky chuckles, the sound low and warm, and for a split second, the tension between you shifts—less competitive, more… something else. You’re both breathing hard, hearts racing, and the air between you seems to crackle with unspoken challenges.

But just as quickly as the moment arrives, it’s gone. Bucky pushes off of you and stands, offering a hand to pull you to your feet. You take it, still grinning, your muscles aching from the effort but buzzing with satisfaction. You finally bested him—at least for now.

As you dust yourself off, Bucky watches you, his expression softer now. "You’ve come a long way," he says, his tone quieter, almost thoughtful. "But don’t think for a second that I’m going easy on you next time."