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dalekofchaos · 17 days

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AEW proved Punk right

So I saw the footage and my opinion has not changed.

This all happened because Tony Khan did not want to BE the boss. He did not squash the beef between Punk and the Elite. He did not want to kill those rumors before it reached a boiling point. He did not stop Punk from blowing out at the scrum and just sit everyone involved in a room and talk through their issues and reach an agreement. He did not want to tell Jack to stop being a self-entitled little prick. All this is because Tony Khan is a clown who's more interested in being a friend to the wrestler instead of being a boss.

What did this accomplish? What, more heat to a FTR vs Bucks rivalry?

What did this accomplish?

Air a talent from a different company

Make your current talent look bad

Make Jack Perry look like a entitled brat

Make Tony Khan look bad

Looked sad, pathetic and desperate

AEW looked bad

Acting like the man never existed and just focusing on building your promotion and talent you have WAS the win you were looking for. You gave Punk attention, all you did was proving him right.

The stupidity of spotlighting how a top talent for another company was easily able to make your talent look like a bitch is astounding. Tony Khan had days to reconsider and instead doubled down on the predictable disaster this was destined to be!

Like what did they gain from this? It makes them all look like a much idiots and losers.

Also? THAT'S IT??? That's what made Tony "fear for his life" Wasn't It Said That Punk Threw A Monitor? These are on a stand and it's obvious they were never thrown so why did Tony claim he feared for his life?

I've seen the live reaction, there was no fucking reaction. Unless you can call fans chanting "CM PUNK" a reaction. And as soon as it ended, all there was making fans uncomfortable.

Tony Schiavone looked like he had Vince fucking Russo flashbacks.

They made Jack Perry, one of the four pillars of the company look like a geek in real life, nevermind CM Punk's action and they want Perry back? Why? They made him look like a entitled little prick who fucked around and found out.

All the video did was give them and internet fans a week to boast about a ratings. This proved Punk didn’t lie, was shown on a highly produced television show and has nothing to do with anything. It was 8 months ago. Like I said, they should've done this the Dynamite after All In to air this because all it fucking did was make the company look bad.

Guess what? All you did was give the Punk and McIntyre feud more fuel? What's gonna happen when Drew says "I'm not just some little kid you can slap around and choke out" or "Punk, I'm not some little guy you can push around. You try to choke me out and I will break you in half, you rat bastard." congrats, you gave fuel to a feud to the other company. Good job, idiots.

They didn't they lean into the drama when Punk was actually there and actually made some money off a Punk vs Elite feud. They had to do it when he wasn't there because they can't pop a rating without Punk's existence.

Vince could get Bret and Shawn to coexist and work together despite Bret literally ripping out Shawn's hair in a backstage fight. He could get Matt Hardy and Edge to coexist despite the real life affair that destroyed their lives. Meanwhile, Tony did absolutely nothing, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Oh well, some people just can't get along, let's separate everyone into different shows." Literally left money on the table because he couldn't step up and be a boss.

No fists were thrown... He pushed Jack Perry and choked him a little and stopped 30 seconds afterwards... Didn't escalate things or anything. CM Punk was right.

This was AEW's "that'll put puts in seats" and the Fingerpoke of Doom rolled into one. And guess what? WCW 2000 is trending on Twitter. That's how bad this footage reveal was.

I watched WWF in 1996 with the Ted Turner skits. I watched Bischoff in 1998 challenging McMahon. I watched TNA’s constant attempts to get WWE to acknowledge them. Trust me, this shit never works and its an indictment of a promotion that has ran out of ideas. And AEW once again has proved why it was a stupid fucking idea. IDIOTS!

CM Punk wasn't lying when he said AEW is a joke and called Tony a clown. It's not a business and all they care about is temporary pop instead of long term for running a Wrestling promotion. You idiots just BURIED the whole company. What exactly did this accomplish?

It reminds me of TNA popping the ratings with Dixie Carter going through the table. It gives AEW a bump, but long-term it doesn’t do anything. It does help the bucks versus FTR feud in the short term. It makes AEW look unprofessional, doesn’t hurt CM punk that much

If your response to this brawl footage being shown on Dynamite is anything other than, "That was a stupid thing to show" then you are part of the problem. Stop enabling childish, idiotic behavior from AEW. Expect and demand better from Tony Khan!

This was Punk's reaction to the footage reveal. Good fucking job Tony, you really showed Punk!

Causing hell in a 2 hour interview

Choked out the guy who catered to internet marks

Called the company a joke, called your boss a clown and still going out there to tear it down with Samoa Joe

Made your former boss so mad he released footage of his talent being choked out by you

Being the biggest draw in both companies

CM Punk is the greatest of all time, Punk stood on business HIGHKEY

CM Punk is truly the greatest of all time. Punk has managed to do something that hasn't happened in decades, make a wrestling company implode from their own stupidity. God I love this man.

Addition. AEW is so shook by the terrible reaction on social media, which is the only thing they have ever cared about, that they took down the video footage. I know a lot of fake journalists are gonna be working late tonight doing damage control on behalf of the company.

Absolutely ridiculous.

#AEW #CM Punk #Jack Perry #Tony Khan #The Young Bucks

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uglygirlstatus · 7 months

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Curious to see how you’d rank every Riverdale musical episode

this ask has been in my inbox for months because I could not make up my mind whatsoever and had to rewatch all musical eps 2x each to decide.

Splitting rankings into categories for my own sake: Songs (ranked on both quality and integration), Plot (entertainment value of the storyline points featured), and Iconry (ratio of special/memorable/iconic lines and scenes)

#6. American Psycho

Songs ⭐️⭐️

Plot ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Iconry ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I remember somehow being underwhelmed when I first watched this because I had really hyped myself up after reading the episode description. But now in a post-50sdale world, I realize how lucky we were with this one. We got SlaughterCon, Cheryl and Kevin hexing Toni and Fangs, Betty being gay, Kevin not warning Betty in advance that he added a bit to his musical number where Doctor Curdle Jr dresses as TBK and then getting visibly annoyed with her when she interrupts it fearing for his life, Betty finally killing TBK and he’s literally just wrapped in duct tape and garbage bags, AS WELL AS Archie’s Labour Union all in one episode. However, since this IS a ranking of musical episodes, I’m afraid I can’t let the incredible plot compensate too much for the lack of strong musical bangers.

Stand out lines:

“It’s your dad’s knife. I bought it on eSlay.”

“Betty Cooper, are you hot for agent Drake?”

“You’re one of us. An American Psycho.”

Not a line but shoutout to Lili Reinhart’s boobs in You Are What You Wear.

#5. Carrie

Songs ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Plot ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Iconry ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Cheryls heavily autotuned explosion into “THATS NOT MY NAAAAAAAME” will forever tickle me. And her finale drenching herself in blood and coming to her mother with the candelabra to threaten burning down their mansion for a second time is one of the top ten Cheryl Blossom moments for all time. Everything about the presence of Alice Cooper also kills me like she is IN this high school musical. Madchen I could listen to pitch correction software fighting for its life against your dulcet tones forever. I read in a Twitter thread by the duo who produces all the Riverdale music that Madchen had literally never sung in her entire life prior to this episode. And they still gave her a solo. Amazing. The plot doesn’t carry as much weight for me in this one but the I love the integration of the music, and it also gave us the first ever Beronica duet and Fifi appearance. Oh and rip Midge!

Stand Out Lines:

“I will not succumb to thespian terrorism!”

“I’m not the same girl who burned down Thornhill.” “Sure you are!”

“Nightmare child, what do you want from me?!”

#4. Next to Normal

Songs ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Plot ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Iconry ⭐️⭐️

This one has real emotional impact okay. It was genuinely moving. I love when the musical episodes tackle a huge range of plot lines and still try to apply the niche musical choice of the season to each of them. We have Cooper grieving & family choreography and spite-Jabitha and Cheryl attacking her mother with song & holy water and Varchie being useless and Britta becoming Cheryl’s little child servant/protege. Reggie is there too. Also all of the music hits for real. It’s a shame that “I Am The One” and “I’m Alive” had so much cut in the ep because the spectres of Polly and Charles are killing it on the harmonies in the full versions. I could listen to Lili Reinhart sing all day long. Above all though I think my favourite part is the uncanny photoshop of Alice and Betty and Polly in front of the Next to Normal Broadway poster.

Stand Out Lines:

“YOU’VE GOT SOME NERVE JUGHEAD, AND I’M JUST ALL NERVES!”

“I’m gonna eat in the garage.”

“You remind me of Hiram Lodge.” “I don’t know who that is. But please, have a Swelligrino for the road.”

#3. Heathers

Songs ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Plot ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Iconry ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Guys It’s so crazy that Midge literally died in the middle of our musical last year. Anyway time for Heathers! Something fun about this episode is that I first watched it before I was fully Riverdalepilled and was still foolishly rolling my eyes at the show while I watched with my mom and sister. I was like “guys Heathers is actually a great musical, it’s going to be hard for me to see what Riverdale does to it”. We began watching and very soon my mom and sister were commenting on the music. It quickly dawned on me that they were complaining about the aspects of the show that were more or less unchanged from the original musical. And I had a great epiphany moment where I realized 1) Heathers is sort of bad 2) if I loved Heathers the musical in earnest then why should I not love Riverdale? Heathers was actually PERFECTLY CRAFTED to be performed by the Riverdale cast. Anyway. This episode had a lot going for it. Lodge divorce arc straight into Veronica partying. Kevin’s sudden perm. Toni’s threesome fake out. Our favourite Chad Michael Murray Rhythmic cult clapping. And of course KJ Apa doing this

Stand Out Lines

“Did you have a lobotomy for breakfast?”

“Here I invented red. I AM red. *snaps*”

“Evelyn called a closed rehearsal for select members in the Gargoyle Chamber.”

#2. Archie the Musical

Songs ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Plot ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Iconry ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

This one had EVERYTHINGGGGGGGG. Fun with the meta narrative and original songs mixed with covers taken from various obscure and specific sources and by far some of the most fun choreography and sets of all musical episodes since they were able to be so free with it. Seeing Gay Kevin back in his natural habitat of directing the school musical was so heartwarming. Jughead and Reggie quitting immediately. Archie going left. And Archie going right. Bisexually. Julian demolishing Archie vocally every chance he gets. And knowing it. Also every single facial expression and mannerism that Julian has in this episode is god tier. Actually kj apa too. Actually also Lili and Camilla. SANDWICH? The loudest in-song sound effects we’ve ever experienced. Archie the happiest he’s ever been in his life on the back of Toni’s bike. BERONICA - PRIMAL AND INTENSE! My review is barely coherent because this one does fill me with silly giddy joy. Plot loses a star because how the hell are we expected to care about Gay Kevin’s divorcing parents. I know “ohh suffering isn’t a competition ohhh” Ethel just watched her parents get murdered by a milkman and no one sang for her.

Stand Out Lines:

“I don’t wanna be a drip, but it’s super distracting when my understudy is singing literally at the same time as me!”

“You completely captured the longing of being in a queer, interracial relationship in the 1950s.”

“Maybe there are other more emotionally complex mountains to climb.”

“The new Archie, Julian, he’s even better than the real Archie!”

#1. Hedwig and the Angry Inch

Songs ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Plot ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Iconry ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

On a 9 hour flight to Europe in the Summer I had all the Riverdale musical eps downloaded to rewatch and then noticed that among the plane’s complimentary movie selections was the original movie of Hedwig and the Angry Inch, which was pure kismet. I decided to watch the movie for the first time prior to rewatching the Riverdale ep and I was blown away. Knowing the context of all the songs and musical they chose to include in the episode made everything so much more insane. The song about feeling like a stranger in your body after surgical malpractice being used for the Bughead conflict over Juggie prioritizing mysteries over finishing high school and Varchie conflict over Archie not telling Veronica about her dad’s epic fail at the gym. 20? something year old gay Kevin proclaiming WE ARE GENERATION Z before jumping into Random Number Generation. The BIZARRELY spliced version of the best ever rendition of Origin of Love all for BARCHIE FODDER?!? Actually all the rest of the songs were perfectly fitting no notes. Anyway hallway full of students in Hedwig drag one of the top Riverdale shots ever though I forever mourn KJ Apa’s absence. At least he got to kiss a man in this one. The plane hit turbulence while I watching the Midnight Radio scene but I was so happy witnessing it in that moment that I thought to myself “it would be ok if I died right now”.

Stand Out Lines:

“Writing a book report? Now I know how Sisyphus must have felt.”

“It celebrates identities, genders, expressions of all kinds.”

“[scoffs] How queer-phobic of you.”

“There’s a problem that comes once you get caught up on your homework. Your mind wanders and evil creeps back in.”

I was convinced Archie the Musical would come out on top for me due to the obscene level of euphoria I felt upon first experiencing it but after intensive review I do have to say Hedwig wins. Ultimately I miss the original timeline that much and I am all for the events that eventually tear apart everyone’s relationships and most of all it gave us Origin of Love full version Riverdale cast edition. But know that it is so so so so so close between the two. And honestly really all 6 are close in my heart as this exercise reminded me just how much the musical episodes are to watch and rewatch.

#idk why I treated this like a life or death question #riverdale #t #ask #riverdale musical ranking #long post

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dixonsgirl93 · 8 months

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Claimed

Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2.2k Era: S4E15 Warnings: Attempted SA, violence, fluff, little bit of angst Content Description: When Daryl is with The Claimers, the group come across an injured and dehydrated young woman. Daryl, quick on his feet "claims" her before any of the other men can, not knowing what they'd do to her. She's terrified but Daryl takes it upon himself to care for and protect her. A/N: First part is from Daryl's POV and then the rest is Y/N's.

~~ Daryl walked along the train track with The Claimers, with Joe as they chatted, while also trying to figure out how to escape them. He had to admit he respected their rule system. It was basic but kept everyone in line.

It was only the thought of Rick and the others, lost out there, looking for a new home, possibly looking for him that kept him fighting. He couldn't abandon them. They were his family. Real family.

"Well, lookie here. Joe!" Tony, the dark skinned guy, called out. He was looking at something in a ditch to the side of the train track. Daryl, along with the others, starting walking over.

"Holy shit. It's a girl!" Dan, the fattest of the group, called back. His voice was slimy. Daryl ran over and saw a young woman lying in the dirt, covered in blood and weak from exhaustion.

"Claimed!" Daryl shouted before anyone could even think about it. He didn't like these guys. Didn't trust they wouldn't hurt the girl.

"Aw shit." Dan groaned, stepping away.

Harley, Joe's right hand, spoke to Joe. "Can he do that, boss?"

Joe looked between Daryl and the young woman for a moment before shrugging and walking away. Daryl took that as a yes and rushed forward to help her. He crouched beside her. Len watched, his eyes bore into Daryl's back.

"What?" He turned to look at Len but Len gave one last glare before moving away. Something in that look felt like a threat to Daryl. He'd have to be extra vigilant from now on.

"Hey." Daryl said quietly, not touching the young woman who was trying to get away from him, shuffling along the dirt. He looked at her legs, covered in dirt but otherwise seemed uninjured. She was wearing ripped black jeans and awhite t-shirt, plain brown boots. It didn't look as if she'd dropped a backpack or anything nearby. Someone did this to her. She could have just been escaping walkers but something about this didn't feel right to Daryl.

He reached out a hand but didn't touch her. "It's all right. I'm not gonna hurt ya. I wanna help. Can you walk? Tell me yer name at least? I'm Daryl." He stayed crouched just in front of her but her eyes were somewhere above him, looking at what Daryl could only guess were a couple of the guys who stayed to watch. He ignored them and kept his hand out to her.

"They won't hurt you either. I promise." Daryl soothed, still with his hand out. She was scared out of her mind and rightly so. Daryl wondered how she'd made it this far in her state.

Tentatively she got to her feet and stood, ignoring Daryl's hand, and leaned against a tree for support.

Joe whistled and everyone turned. "Right there. That's our abode for the evening." He motioned to a metal building next to them. Daryl turned back to the girl.

"Come with me. I'll keep you safe." Daryl told her, hand still open for her.

I had no idea if I could trust him but when you had nothing left, you had nothing to lose, right?

"I'm, Y/N." My throat was so dry that my voice came out rather raspy. I tried to clear my throat and ended up dry coughing.

The man, Daryl, rummaged in a plastic bag and handed me a bottle. I took it slowly, opened it and sniffed. It smelled fine and so I took a sip instantly feeling better but craving more.

"Nice you meet ya, Y/N. Can you walk?" He took the bottle back and still had his hand out. The others at the top of the ditch stared down at us, no, at me. I looked back at Daryl and weighed my options. I took his hand and pushed myself off the tree. He helped me up the ditch but my ankle gave in under me. I'd twisted it on a fallen branch escaping walkers.

"Come on." The grey-haired man muttered and turned away.

"That's Joe." Daryl told me. "He's the man in charge." He put my arm around his shoulder and his other on my hip. It felt strange but he seemed safe. We followed the others into the building.

"Why did you 'claim' me earlier?" I rasped out, hobbling on my bad foot. I hated that I needed to rely on a man I didn't know.

Daryl looked up at the backs of the other men and slowed us down a little. He lowered his voice almost to a whisper when he answered. "I couldn't let any of them." He nodded toward them. It explained very little except for the fact that it seemed he was saving me from a worse fate. "Don't worry. I won't let anything happen to you."

"I wish I could believe that, Daryl." I muttered and then grunted as I put too much pressure on my ankle.

"What happened?" Daryl asked as we crossed the threshold of the building. I felt like I was walking into death's pit. My heart hammered, looking around. We were in some sort of abandoned warehouse/garage. I could feel prying eyes on me as we walked deeper inside.

"Claimed!"

"Claimed." One at a time the men shouted as they got into the rusted cars.

One of the men threw his bag onto the back of the pickup truck Daryl was guiding me too. He smirked nastily at the pair of us. "Claimed."

Daryl grunted and steered us away to a corner of the room. Here he let go, picking up a plank of wood to put over a tire and gestured for me to sit. He then pulled over a box and sat opposite me. Immediately I was expecting an interrogation of some sort, instead he lifted my injured ankle onto his lap and very gently took my boot off to look at it. I watched him work, mesmerised.

"So what's your story, Sweetheart?" Joe had followed us and was smiling down at me.

"Some people ran into our camp, threatened us with guns to give them our stuff." I explained. "One of the guys with us, starting mouthing off and they just shot him. A couple of the others tried to fight them then and so me and my sister ran. There was this group of the dead, coming right at us. We tried to fight them off but ran instead. Me and my sister got split up and I still had the dead on my tail and I fell and twisted my ankle, I tried to keep running but fell in that ditch. I was only there for a couple minutes before you guys found me." I was breathing heavy by the end, reliving the moment.

"Lucky we did." Joe mused then turned to Daryl. "Anything happens it's on you."

Daryl turned back to me. "It's just a sprain, I think. Gotta stay off it for a bit." He slipped my boot back on and stood to rummage around. I watched between him and the other guys. He was making a space to sleep in the corner. "Rest here." His eyes were gentle as he looked at me. Sympathetic. I still couldn't trust him, as much as I wanted to. If I'd learned anything it was to not trust anything or anyone blindly.

"Hey, Daryl." One of the men barked. The one who had claimed the pickup. "Ya gonna share her with the rest of the class?" He laughed and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.

"Shut the fuck up, Len, or I'll shut it for ya." Daryl growled at him.

Len smiled menacingly at me and backed up. "I was just joking. Don't get ya panties in a twist."

"So what's ya name, darling?" Another of the men walked over to us, smiling. Again with that sinister, fake smile. I glared at him and said nothing. "Don't be a bitch. We saved your life."

Daryl stood up and blocked his view. "Back off, Dan." His voice was low, dangerous. Very unlike the way he was talking to me. Maybe I was wrong about him.

Dan lifted his hands, smirking. "I didn't mean any harm. Just wanna get to know our pretty little guest." He looked past Daryl and smirked creepily at me. I got chills and hugged myself. How was I gonna get out of here?

"I said back off or I'll-" Daryl took out his knife and took a step closer to Dan.

"Hey!" Joe yelled from his perch. "Get some sleep, boys." Everyone backed away to their respective sleeping areas.

Daryl crouched next to me and reached for my hand I hadn't realised I was clutching. I let him take it and he pulled a rag from his back pocket, wrapping it delicately but securely around my palm. I hadn't even realised I'd cut it, I was so full of adrenaline.

I didn't get a wink of sleep that night, my heart raced as if fighting to get away. My body was too alive with fear. Daryl sat close to me, keeping watch but at one point I awoke, having just closed my eyes when I felt hands on my arms.

"Me and you are gonna have a little fun." Big, rough hands pinched my skin, yanking me to my feet. A noise escaped me as the large one, Dan, started dragging me away. He pulled me close to his body, hands all over me, his breath, hot and heavy in my ear. "I'm claiming you now." He sneered.

"HEY!" Daryl yelled and yanked him off me, or he tried to as Dan was still holding me tightly. I fell on my ankle and yelped, scrambling on the floor to get away as Daryl had Dan pinned to the ground, punching his face over and over. My back hit the wall and there I stayed, wide-eyed.

The grey-haired man came over and pulled Daryl off, throwing him aside. Daryl got to his feet and wiped his nose where Dan had managed to get a punch in.

"Fellas! What's going on here? Dan, you know the rules." He sighed and looked over at Daryl and then me, cowering against the wall. I gasped as his eyes bore into mine.

"She-" Dan spluttered, getting up from the ground. "That bastard can't claim her! She's fresh meat, man, I-" Joe swung his arm at Dan's jaw, making him stumble.

"Boys. Teach him. All the way." With that Joe walked back to his sleeping area. Daryl rushed to me and put an arm around me, guiding me back to my sleeping area.

"You all right?" He put his hands on my arms, smoothing my sleeves and looking for marks. I could feel bruises forming on my arms from where Dan had gripped me so hard.

"I think so." I whispered, hugging my knees.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, looking pained that he couldn't stop Dan sooner. My heart softened for him.

Later that night after it seemed everyone was asleep Daryl was lying on his back just a couple feet away. He sat up leaning against the wall, he turned to look at me, noticing I was awake too.

"What was your sister's name?" He whispered.

"Rebecca." I fiddled with the makeshift bandage on my hand. The image of her short cropped dark hair and wide smile came to mind. I hoped she was alive. "She's older by about 13 years."

"Big gap." Daryl grunted.

"Yeah, I'm the baby of the family." I smiled.

"I had a brother. He was older too."

I looked over at him but he was staring at his lap. "What happened?"

"He was killed." His voice turned dark and I had the impression I wasn't getting the full truth but I didn't push. I didn't need to. "I'm sure your sister's okay. I can help you find her. You could even join us when..." He trailed off.

"No offence but I don't want to be around these guys."

Daryl shook his head. "No. My group before...before we got split up."

I waited for him to finish but he didn't. I opened my mouth to ask more but decided against it.

"Stay with me." He whispered so quietly I had to lean closer to hear.

"Hm?"

"When I leave these guys, come with me." He looked up at me.

"Well, it's not like I got better options." I joked. He smiled and looked back down at his lap. I got up from the floor and gingerly lowered myself next to him on the floor.

"That's fair." He muttered.

I found myself growing more comfortable and leaned my head on his shoulder. He stiffened but didn't move.

"I'm glad you found me." I admitted.

"Me too." His voice was soft, his breath brushed my hair.

I looked up to see him looking down at me and my chest fluttered. My heart picked up pace and my eyes flickered to his lips. He leaned down and then his lips were on mine, soft, slow, tender, warm. My heart melted at his touch and I reached up to cup his face. His hand found my waist and we stayed like that, sharing that kiss a little longer before pulling away.

"I promised I'd protect you. I meant that." Daryl whispered, a new fierceness in his voice. I pressed my forehead to his and closed my eyes.

"I'll stay with you, Daryl." Knowing I could never forget about this stranger and knowing I didn't want to lose him.

"We'll find Rebecca and my family and a new home. Together."

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soul-controller · 9 months

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Working His Body(Suit) III (Teaser)

In the midst of a lewd act, Martin is caught by his hunky new manager Tony at S-C Fitness. Upon encouraging him to finish, Tony then takes a moment to help Martin get acquainted with his new physique and learn about his job responsibilities while wearing the suit. Through doing this, Martin discovers two interesting secrets that make him even more intrigued about his new job...

Throughout their entire conversation, Martin was confused by the fact that Tony kept referring to his form as his “new identity” rather than his “new body”. As a result, his inquisitive mind was unable to stop itself from asking more questions. “What do you mean by new identity though? Like they just give you a new bodysuit and that’s it right? It’s not like you become somebody else entirely…”

To Martin’s horror though, Tony shook his head to deny that idea. “Nah, it’s an entirely new identity bro. New body, new name, new everything. They do some witness protection level shit to give you an entirely new identity so no one could possibly know who you used to be. Hell, I heard they even have the ability to make sure that you forget about who you used to be to make sure that the company’s secrets never become unveiled.”

After reaching deeper into the box that had once contained Martin’s bodysuit, the man then pulled out a shiny new name tag. “Ah see, when you’re working here, you don’t even go by your real name anymore. Like, my name isn’t even Tony! From now on, it seems your work name is gonna be Emmanuel,” the manager revealed, grabbing onto the name tag and holding out for Martin to see.

Upon doing so, there was a bizarre sense of both panic and excitement about this reveal. Although he was quite happy with his name and family and thus didn’t want to lose that aspect of himself, the concept of turning into this hunky bodybuilder seemed like a dream come true. Hell, even his new name sounded hot to him and fit his new body much better than Martin!

“Ok, before we have you get out there and start working,” Tony began, ”we should run through some basics so you’re not completely thrown to the wolves out there.” This caused the nervous new employee to eagerly nod his head in agreement. Upon doing so, Martin listened as Tony gave tons of pointers about how to appropriately help their members do their best possible workouts like reminding him to have them lift with their legs rather than their backs.

Upon finishing up after rattling off a few more tips, Tony then ended his lesson by pulling off his shirt and revealing his ripped physique. Martin unintentionally gasped at the reveal, which caused Tony to chuckle and give a friendly wink in his direction before continuing to speak. “Alright, so we also have a bunch of bodybuilders that love to come in here and get help perfecting their poses before their shows. This is most likely going to be a popular task for you, especially given how incredibly large you are,” Tony explained, looking the man up for a moment and slyly licking his lips. Grabbing a hold of Martin’s callused hand, Tony led the duo to a large full-body mirror so they could both stare at their muscular physiques.

Out of nowhere though, Tony began to rattle off countless poses and tell Martin to do them. Although his mind had no idea what he was talking about, it seemed as though the bodysuit had some sort of muscle memory as it began to immediately move on its own accord and make Martin to do the desired poses. This initially freaked out the young man, causing him to frantically ask what’s going on until Tony explained that it’s all natural. Upon asking what he was talking about, Martin learned from his manager that the suits were embedded with a breadth of fitness knowledge that would allow any employee to effortlessly assist any gym member without having to stutter and be unsure of an answer.

“While working here, Tony explained, “there’s nothing you need to worry about. Just sit back and enjoy every perk of that incredible body of yours.”

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beautifulbuckys · 2 years

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Speakeasy (Steve Rogers x Reader)

“I’m not villainizing your peers because they like to get drunk on the weekend, Mr. Rogers, I’m villainizing you and your peers because you use illegal practices to keep yourself in business.

“You better chose your next few words very carefully, sweets,”

Summary: When Tony Stark insists on hosting a themed party, you find yourself in the shoes of a 1920′s role with all the other Avengers. But what happens when you spot the Avenger you’d been harboring a crush on?

Warnings: Some swearing, intense conversations, some sexual moments but nothing smutty (just spicy!)

A/N: I refuse to write and read mafia fics, but I still somehow came up with this. Enjoy!

Tony Stark lived for dramatics.

Nobody who’s been in a 5-mile radius of the man is surprised. The list goes on with his over-the-top Iron Man suits, excentric galas, and Avengers-themed Pop-Tarts hitting the shelves. The Stark parties hosted what felt like every other week topped the list. More than once, without fail, he found an excuse to host parties. Infiltrated a Hydra base? It sounds like a party needs to be hosted! Bucky’s 106th birthday? The balloons are already inflated! Did Peter get an A on his AP Lang test? A cake has already been ordered.

Tony’s newest fascination has been themed parties. He’s only hosted one, yet it managed to be more extreme than Morgan’s last birthday party; you could’ve sworn you saw a real unicorn. As he put it, the theme was ‘Football’ themed, hosted in a timely fashion for the Super Bowl. It was the grandest Super Bowl party you’d ever attended. Tony insisted everyone wore team colors, much to many people’s dismay. Although it may come as a shock, Bruce and Peter weren’t the most enthused to attend a party about football.

Now, as the summer is winding down, he is planning another. The theme, you ask? He proudly announced it to be Roarin’ 20’s!

“Ladies and gents, I know you’re all so excited! I can see the passion behind Bucky’s cold, dead eyes!” Tony announced in front of the team. You were all seated around the orange curved couch Pepper purchased for the compound,

The silence amongst the team spoke volumes.

“I’m gonna vamp it up a bit! By tonight, Morgan should have dropped off individual letters to each of your rooms. You have 1 week to read the said letter and follow instructions varying on what you received. This party isn’t going to be the only thing modeled around the ’20s,” Tony winked.

After Tony’s small speech, you couldn’t help but feel a little curious. The personalized letter, delivered by Morgan? He must have gone above and beyond on these invitations. A lot of the team got up, leaving to go resume their business. Others stayed back. Sam was already sitting on the couch with Natasha, unpausing the cheesy romcom they started earlier. Steve hung back too, coincidentally he had just finished his workout when Tony called a team meeting. God did he look good!

“Are none of you curious about this personalized letter stuff?” Natasha shook her head, her red waves dancing as she did so. Sam also shook his head, eyes immediately returning to the flatscreen.

Steve sighed, lifting himself from the couch. “You know Tony and his insane theatrics,”

When you got your letter, you were overjoyed. As promised, Morgan knocked on the door. She was dressed in a bright yellow Princess Belle dress and pink fairy wings. Her bright smile shone like a thousand suns when she handed a metallic gold envelope with your name on it.

The second you shut the door, you ripped open the envelope. Inside, was a black piece of cardstock decorated with gold lines and other crazy details. Gold lettering described the overall setting of the party. Nothing you hadn’t been exposed to already. However, on the bottom, there was writing instructing you to look on the back. Curious, you turned the invitation around and began reading the small paragraphs on the back.

This party was also a role-play? We all had characters.

You? You were the “Hollywood Bombshell’, as Tony so kindly put it. The invite had a small paragraph explaining your character for the night. She loved playing hard to get, was extremely confident, and adored attention. She’d do anything in the world for it. Wonderful! In smaller writing, Tony noted that he’d be providing our wardrobe.

And provide he did.

The long, scarlet dress that just barely dragged on the floor was gorgeous. It was pure silk, with a large slit running up the left leg until your mid-thigh. The bodice was loose. 3-finger wide straps hung off your shoulders, creating a purposeful sag right where a small bit of cleevage appeared. All in all, it was gorgeous. Tony provided accessories, a matching set of gloves and pearl earrings accompanied the stunning silk. With the whold get up on, you felt like a hollywood bombshell. Natasha insisted on assisting you with hair in makeup under the ruse of ‘girls time’.

“I bet you’re hoping Steve will be the leading actor to your actress,” Natasha winked, helping create a beautiful red makeup look to match with your outfit. She was wearing a figure hugging black sequin gown. Her ruby colored hair was paired with a small black headband.

You playfully slap her on the shoulder, “And what are you, Cupid? I don’t think he wears a sexy black dress, Natasha,”

Natasha chuckles, grabbing your chin gently and tugging your face closer to hers. She was incredibly concentrated on finishing your pencil eyeliner. “You’re no expert on Cupid, then. Sexy sequins are in. Maybe Steve will be wearing a red tie to match yours! That would be so adorable,” Her smooth voice teased.

“With all this talk about Steve I’m starting to think you’re the one with a crush on him,”

The redhead giggled. “I have my own tall glass of super solider, sweetheart. I can barely handle Barnes. Blondie is all yours,” She commented while resting her hands. “All done. Go look in the mirror, let me know what you think. Hopefully you love it because Tony wants us downstairs in 10.”

You stand up, heading to the bathroom that is conjoined with your bedroom. “What is Bucky anyways?” Tony instructed everyone to not share their roles. Some people respecting the request. Those were the party poopers. Known as Sam, Steve, Pepper, and Wanda.

“He’s a speakeasy owner. Tony put him in a sexy stripey suit,”

You twirl in the mirror, admiring Natasha’s work. “Well Miss Jazz Singer, I guess we better get downstairs so I can see this suit for myself,” The two of you linked arms, leaving your room in it’s modern day glory and stepping into the elevator. Now? You’re no longer in modern times. You’re in the roaring 20’s! A few of the Avengers teased Tony for his commitment and dedication to the theme. You appreciated it. Sure, it was cheesy. Good thing you like cheese.

The main area of the compound was decked out. Sitting on an ivory colored table next to the bar was a gigantic champagne tower. It was nearly taller than Bucky and Steve stacked on top of each other. Gold and black were scattered around the large room, black chairs with gold cushions; golden bartop decorated with black roses. You make a mental note to ask Tony where on Earth he found black roses. Wanda was sitting at the bar with Bruce. The Sokovian was wearing a knee-length flapper dress. It was purple with small silver details scattered throughout the fabric. She also sported a pair of small black pumps and black fishnets. Overall, she looked good. Bruce had a simple white undershirt, which was stained. Suspenders accompanied the shirt, holding up his army green trousers.

“Well hello gorgeous,” You shouted, walking towards Wanda. Her attention switched from the martini glass in front of her to you. Her eyes glowed and a smile struck her face. Bruce turned around too, looking you up and down with wide eyes.

“Says you! You look gorgeous, what are you? A model? Because you look like one!” Wanda laughed as she spun around on the bar stool.

You smiled, seating yourself at the open stool next to Bruce. “As Tony put it, I’m a ‘hollywood bombshell’,” You used hand quotes to emphasize the exact role you were given. “Tony made me look like a million bucks, I’ll give him that.

You felt a hand on the back of your shoulder from behind the bar. “Ladies, ladies, I know we’re not straying away from our roles; are we?” Tony’s familiar playful tone spoke over the suddenly loud 1920’s music. You winced, realizing that was the task you were given. Simply follow your role. Do some improv. Have some fun!

“Of course not, Mr. Stark,” Bruce spoke up. Now that you were closer to him, you noticed more of his outfit. The weird stains on his tee shirt were oil stains. He was a mechanic. Wanda was a flapper. What the hell was Tony?

“That’s President Stark to you, commoner,” That answered your question right there. You laughed, excusing yourself from the bar. The room had filled up, many of the Avengers staff joined the team for these parties. The medical staff from the medical wing were here, as well as the secrataries Tony hired to answer PR emails.

As you scanned the room, you saw Natasha and Bucky tucked away in a dark corner. As Natasha promised, Bucky was wearing a brown suit with thin white vertical stripes. His long hair was gelled back, the white lights from the ceiling comically shining off of it. Scott was sitting with Cassie and Morgan, who were also dressed up. They were playing dolls, the only modern-ish looking things around the room. On the couch, Steve and Sam were sitting and passionately talking. Steve was waving his hands around while Sam laughed. However, Sam’s strong laughter stopped once he made eye contact with you. Taking it as a cue, you strutted up to the men.

“Hi boys,” You winked.

Sam winked back, dramatically raising his eyebrow. “Hello there gorgeous,” He had a small business card poking out of his simple brown jacket pocked. Gracefully, you bend down to retrieve a card. Sam Wilson, New York stock broker. How cute.

“Stock broker,” You say flirtasiously.

“Model?” Sam questioned.

“Actress,” Sam knodding approvingly, the corner of his lips lifting into a small charming smirk.

Steve was uncharacteristically silent. Usually during these events, he was chatting someones ear off. He insisted he wasn’t the biggest fan of the parties; yet he thought it was only polite to try to enjoy himself when they happed. You’d be a liar if you said Steve didn’t look sexy. His plain black suit jacket hugged his biceps generously. The tight mathcing pants didn’t leave much to the imagination. Steve’s pink lips were set in an intimidating frown. Like hell you’d let that scare you.

“Mind if I sit, gentlemen?” You asked.

“Feel free,” Sam stated.

Confidently, and before you could convince yourself otherwise, you plopped yourself into Steve’s lap. His face was etched with shock, but almost immediately fell back into his serious gaze. Sam nearly spit out the water he had been sipping on. Somehow, he stopped himself.

“I hope I’m not interuptting any business,” You combed your fingers through Steve’s hair. Like Bucky’s it also had gel. Not nearly as much, though. A few strands sat on his forehead, framing his beautiful face. Gently, you tug and twist on a few of the strands. “I’d hate to find myself in the middle of an important conversation,”

“Hardly,” Steve finally broke his silence. “We were just finishing up,”

“And what do you do, Mr. Rogers?” You take your hand and rest it underneath his chin, lifting it up so he is looking up at you. His striking blue eyes locked with yours in an instant.

He cleared his throat, “I run a few businesses,” His hand found the small of your back, thumb rubbing up and down the area gently.

“Define businesses. Mr. Banner down at the bar runs a car repair shop. Gorgeous Natasha over there is a jazz singer. Entertainment is big right now, I should know. Her date Mr. Barnes runs a speakeasy. Lots of sketchy characters there,”

“I’m very familiar with Mr. Barnes’ speakeasy,” Steve growled. His large hand came resting on your thigh. Agressively, he played with the flesh. Before you knew it, there were red marks where his hand had rested mere moments before. “I’m one of the sketchy characters you’re speakin’ about, sweets,”

Despite your characters confident facade, you struggled to keep up with it. Your overwhelming crush on Steve was making this interaction incredibly difficult. You could feel the raging heat on your cheeks. You couldn’t mistake the fluttery butterflies that occupied your stomach. Tony had been roaming around the party, waiting for people to break character. Like hell you were going to be caught. Who knows, maybe this could be your shot! Maybe this is the chance you’ve been waiting for to make a move on Steve. You’ve found yourself shy nearly every other opportunity you’ve gotten. Normally, you got cold feet and ran out of the room. The amount of times Natasha has had to cover for you is getting embarrassing.

“And sketchy you are. Those damn bars are illegal, now isn’t the time to be fumbling with the law,”

Steve chucked darkly, “Oh don’t act like you’re all pure and innocent. Hollywood runs rampit with anything illegal. Your folks love that stuff,”

“My folks?” You urged him to continue.

“You heard me the first time, doll. Nobody in that industry is the Virgin Mary. Everyone has that one thing they’d do anything for. Don’t villainize my peers because they like a taste of scotch every once in a while,”

“I’m not villainizing your peers because they like to get drunk on the weekend, Mr. Rogers,” You find your hand back in his blonde locks, twisting and tugging as you spoke. With this leverage, you pulled his hair to twist his head, exposing Steve’s ear. You decide to whisper, making the moment more intimate. “I’m villainizing you and your peers because you use illegal practices to keep yourself in business.

“You better chose your next few words very carefully, sweets,”

Steve Rogers was a mafia man. Golden boy, America’s solider, was a crime lord. And right now? You don’t mind.

“You’re gonna need to try harder than that if you want to shut me up,” The words spilled out of your mouth like milk out of a jug. The words were spoken as your confident, sexy actress character. Yet they hard truth to you. Not this false self someone else spun for you. Not the person gifted the silk red dress. You. You were speaking the truth you had held in for the longest time. The confession, though veiled by flirtatious banter, was transparent.

And Steve Rogers did exactly that. He leaned forward into your lips. His hands found their place on your hips, as yours found a place in his hair. Passionately, he kissed you. His lips violated yours sinfully, in a way that Jeuss Christ himself would need to turn his back from. But you didn’t care.

Breaking the kiss, Steve Rogers only said one thing.

“The only illegal things I’m doing tonight are the things I’m going to do to you,”

And you’d be damned if you stopped him.

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imagines--galore · 1 year

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Hi! I was wondering if you'd be comfortable woth writing Steve Rogers x reader who's a seamstress/designer that wears mostly WW2 era clothing?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Rating || Genres || Warnings: T+ Romance. Fluff. No warnings.

A/N: OMG! I love this ask! Like seriously thank you so much! Also I drew inspiration from Edna Mode from the Incredibles LOL. Also I hope everything I wrote makes sense. Its two in the morning and my fingers won't stop typing : P Anywho! Enjoy!

People were surprised, to say the least, when you would present yourself as a designer. And not just any designer.

You were now in charge of updating, mending and designing uniforms for the Avengers.

Was it a real job title? Not really. But then since when had that stopped Tony Stark? He could update his armor on his own, and adjust it to his liking. The rest of his team, however, did not have the luxury. Bruce didn't need a uniform, while Thor had his own godly outfit. Natasha needed her uniform mended after a brutal fight. Not to mention she needed suits that would keep her warm in cold weather, and allow her skin to breath in the hot weather. Clint required a uniform that was sturdy yet easy to move in, since maneuvering was a big part of his gig. And Steve came back with more then a few rips in his uniform, on more then one occasion.

And with the growing roster of the Avengers, Tony had taken this particular step and hired you as the official designer/seamstress for the Avengers.

Every fabric imaginable was at your disposal. Not to mention the technology. You were working in your dream field, and was loving every second of it.

Plus it gave you time to work on your own projects as well.

And that was creating vintage clothing from the 40s and 50s.

Fashions from the years past had always fascinated you, and though you would love to wear the elegant gowns and other period pieces, the design and cuts of women's clothing from the 40s and 50s wouldn't get you stared at.

At least not much.

Besides, there was another more empowering reason you wore clothes from that era.

The first time you had met the Avengers, was after the Battle of New York. Tony had set you up, and you had met with each team member separately to talk about their new uniforms.

The day you met Steve, you had just finished speaking to Natasha and waved her goodbye. You were sitting on the tall stool by the bar within the Avengers Tower and going over your rough sketches and notes. As was the norm, you were wearing pants and a shirt styled after the 40s fashion, a rare occasion since you adored the skirts and dresses that came with those years. Sensing someone approach you, you looked up, red lips pulling into a bright smile as you saw the Captain approaching.

"Captain, hi." You quickly stood, heels clicking against the marble floor as you did. "I'm Y/n, 'your new designer." He stared at you for a few more seconds, before shaking himself out of whatever stupor he was in and approached you. "Its nice to meet you, Ma'am." You smiled at him. "Call me Y/N." You offered, before hoping onto your stool once more and pulling out an entirely new sketchbook from your bag. It already had a few sketches of the Captain's uniform in it, plus some detailed notes along the margins.

"So, what is it you'd like me to change about your suit?" You asked, smiling at him as you crossed one leg over the other, pencil poised on a new page to start taking notes.

It took a few minutes before Steve began to speak to you openly. He was detailed about what he did or didn't want, and you were precise with your questions as you took notes. Of course the color scheme would remain the same, but you offered to create one that was entirely black, for stealth missions, you explained. He agreed, thinking that perhaps blue and red would stick out like a sore thumb in the shadows.

As you were tracing the shoulder of the uniform from the side, filling in the details as you went along you glanced up at him.

"What about the symbol?" You asked. The Captain stared back at you, confused. "What symbol?"

"Well you have the star as your personal symbol, but now that you're a part of the team, shouldn't you wear an Avengers symbol somewhere?" You gestured to the shoulder you had outlined. "I was thinking perhaps an A right there." You suggested. He glanced at the drawing before looking back up at you. A small smiled pulled at his lips before he chuckled. "I hadn't even thought of that." He admitted. Suddenly his blue eyes lit up and he gestured out a hand.

"May I?" Nodding you quickly handed over the sketchbook and pencil, watching in fascination as he began to do a quick sketch of the symbol he wanted that would represent his alliance. With the way he created the strokes with each sweep of the pencil, precise and elegant, you couldn't help but make a guess.

"Do you draw Captain?" You asked, your eyes never leaving his hand as he began to add in the details such as outlining and shading. The man shrugged. "A little bit." You had a feeling he was being modest. You had worked with designers and had studied alongside future designers, you knew an artist when you saw one.

"What do you think?" He finally asked, sliding the sketchbook back towards you.

Your eyes scanned over what would be the official Avengers logo before grinning.

"Look perfect."

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It didn't take long for you and the Captain to be on first name basis. But then again it was the same with Natasha and Clint. While you mostly talked shop with the two assassins, with the Captain, now Steve, it was another story.

It was easy to talk to him, to go into depth when designing a new outfit for him. He was a super soldier, and regular clothing sizes didn't particularly make the cut sometimes. So it was the norm for you to be creating other clothes for him as well. He would come to you with an idea or even a rough sketch and you would make it a reality.

Then there were the mission outfits. Oh you loved those! Adding hidden seams and cuts into Natasha's dresses so she could hide her weapons. Helping Clint create a tuxedo that managed to hide several sharp arrows. Short ones of course, but still good enough to use with a crossbow.

Your work remained consistent and up to par, as did your dress sense. Not a day went by when you didn't wear something dapper whenever you went to work. You could always tell that there was a curious gleam in Steve's eyes whenever you two would interact, but you dismissed it. He probably thought you strange for your dressing style, but it didn't bother you. Tony had taken to joking about your style, but only in jest. He was just as impressed with your skills just as any other team member.

Of all the Avengers, Steve became a good friend. And you had secretly admitted to yourself that those blue eyes and smile did comes as a bonus. Not to mention he was in peak physical condition. If you had the guts you would ask him to model a few of your own personal pieces for you, but you would never come outright and say something like that.

At present you were putting the final touches on Clint's new uniform. He had decided that maybe he needed a little more dark purple and you had complied. Working with Kevlar was a pain though. It was hard to mesh the fabric together and create something that would fit with the man's physique perfectly.

You were getting tired, and your fingers were aching from the numerous pins and needles you had handled that day. Not to mention the constant cutting. Your hand was beginning to cramp and you had decided to call it a day.

Your workplace was stationed at one of the floors of the Avengers Tower and you could see the sun beginning to set. Sighing you kicked off your heels, stretching your toes and sitting back in your chair. You propped your feet up on another chair and leaned your head back. You had only just taken a deep breath when you heard the door slide open. Straightening up, you glanced in the general direction before relaxing.

"Oh Steve, its only you." You went back to your previous posture of relaxing. "Hurtful Y/N, that you think so little of me. I am a Captain after all." He feigned being hurt with a hand to his chest. To play along with his little joke, you instantly jumped to your feet, and stood at attention, saluting him as you did. The expression on your one was one of sheer concentration and attention, prompting the soldier to laugh out loud as he approached you.

"At ease, soldier." He patted you gently on the shoulder. You broke the salute to grin up at him. Your gaze flitted to the torn page he held. "New project for me? You do know how to spoil a girl Steve." You said with a teasing nudge to his shoulder as you took the page from him. He shrugged in response. "I just thought it'd be a fun little side project for you. You're always saying you love those." You hummed in agreement as your eyes scanned his rough sketching, already making calculations and measurements in your head.

"It'll take me a couple weeks to get to this though, I'm swamped." You gestured to the multiple projects she had laid out on rows and rows of tables. Steve quickly nodded. "Of course, work comes first." You sighed. "I wish I'd have extra time for my own projects as well, it took me two weeks to complete this." You gestured to the dress you were wearing.

Your outfit for the day was one of your own designs, and it was one of your best, in your opinion. You had paired it with shoes that matched the color of the scarf. For your hair you had gone quite simple, simply adjusting the waves and curls and allowing them to frame your features.

Steve did a once over of your dress. He was silent for a few seconds. "What?" You asked, frowning at the sudden silence. "Can I ask you something Y/N?" He said. Was he actually looking nervous about what he wanted to ask. You gave a nod, encouraging him to go on.

"Why do you dress like that?" He asked.

You blinked, tilting your head in confusion. "Like what?"

He shrugged before gesturing to your overall appearance. "Like you don't belong in this era."

"Oh! Oh my gosh! Steve! Is my wearing clothes from the 40s bothering you? I should've realized I am so sorry!" Your apologies were cut off when he shook his head. "No! No! Its not that." He seemed to be struggling to find the words.

"I mean that since I woke up I've only ever seen women dress in today's fashions. And I always thought dames would dress according to the latest fashion." God knows he had been aware of the fact. Bucky's sisters had always been obsessed with the latest trends. And he was sure that if they had seen you, they would've swooned over your outfits.

You gave a small sigh of relief. "Oh is that all? I thought maybe you didn't like the way I dressed." He shook his head. "I like how you dress, its like being back home. A little." There was no doubt there was a hint of sadness in his eyes this time when he spoke, and your heart went out to him. "Well I'm glad the way I dress has helped remind you of home." You said, giving him a small smile.

"And to be honest," You continued. "There is a bit of a sentimental reason why I dress like this." A quirk of an eyebrow on his part prompted you to go on so you did.

"My grandmother was a factory worker during World War II. When I was little she used to tell me how during those years women really started to come into their own. With the men gone, women stepped up and started to take charge of small businesses and working jobs that men had otherwise occupied previously. And because of this women had to wear practical clothing, like pants and shorter skirts. Sure there was also a fabric shortage, but it only helped women dress practically. Not to mention they had to cut their hair to keep it out of the way."

You glanced down at yourself, smoothing the front of your dress before looking back up at him and continued. "I dress like this because I love the style. It makes me feel pretty and I'm able to do my work efficiently." You paused. "But most of all, I wear them to remind me that women have come a long long way then simply being house-makers and small unknown business owners. And I honestly really just admire the way women took charge while their men were away." You grinned. "Talk about real empowerment."

By the time you finished talking there was a smile on Steve's face and a lingering sadness as well. You reached out to lay your hand on his arm. "Are you alright?" He nodded. "Yeah, just what you said, reminded me of a whole lot of women who I knew took charge on the battle front." He had met some brave soldiers during WWII, but he had also met some incredibly fearless women who were ready to charge the Nazis. Of course they weren't allowed to, so they tended to the wounded, drove them to hospitals, acted as liaisons and secretaries. Their roles were just as important as that of a soldier. And then there was Peggy.

Steve could see a glimmer of that fierceness in you that he had seen in Peggy. He had made his peace with the fact that she had lived her life. And now looking at you, a small thought took root in his mind. Maybe he could find someone to spend his life with as well?

"If you're done here." He gazed around the room, hands now stuffing in his pockets as his feet shuffled nervously where he stood. "You want to get something to eat?"

Alright, so hadn't been expecting that. A bright smile bloomed on your face and you gave Steve a little curtsy. "Such a gentleman. Let me just grab my bag."

He waited for your patiently by the door as you quickly pulled on your shoes and grabbed your handbag, tugging on your gloves as you went. "So where to?" You asked as you stepped up next to him. He grinned, offering you his arm which you gladly took, before answering.

"I know a really good 40s themed diner?"

"Sounds divine."

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julietashton · 1 year

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it’s hard to be anywhere these days (when all i want is you) - one

Summary — There was no such thing as safety, and no one could protect anyone. And yet, Peter was willing to try—it was the point of the whole thing.

Content — tomholland!peterparker, mcu!peterparker, ofc (original female character), irondad

Note — This is a a re-telling of some of the events in Endgame and SMFFH with an original female character that is also Tony Stark’s daughter.

one.

Peter shouldn’t have come.

Every rational part of him had warned him against it and yet, no matter how many years had passed or how many people had been hurt, he still hadn’t learnt his lesson.

He was stupid. He was soft. He was weak.

But how could he have said no to Tony’s invitation? He had finally gained mobility again and his new arm was functioning as well as could be expected. It was the closest to normal he had been for two years, and he wasn’t going to cast a shadow on that happiness—not this time, anyway.

Pepper was the one to open the door, and she was evidently surprised to see him. He knew that, despite the average farm look, the house was probably better secured than the Pentagon and was harder to break in than any intelligence building in the world. He still had access to it, but he hadn’t wanted to use that privilege.

He didn’t think he deserved it.

“Peter?” the woman gasped.

“Hello, Miss Potts,” he replied quietly.

She embraced him in a motherly hug, and he had to gulp down the urge of crying.

***

It was even harder to keep up the façade with Tony, especially when he didn’t hide his tears at the sight of Peter. Seeing him after so long, living up to the legacy of being Iron Man now more than ever with his armour as part of him, made everything more real.

And yet, no matter how much time had passed, Peter would always see him as the father figure he’d desperately always needed and wanted. It was almost an instinct to let his guard down around him, because Peter still felt like the man could protect him. He felt safe with Tony.

Which was ridiculous. There was no such thing as safety, and no one could protect anyone.

(And yet, Peter was willing to try—it was the point of the whole thing.)

***

Peter knew she had arrived before FRIDAY announced her. It seemed that the body and senses didn’t differ much from the mind—they still remembered everything; from the rhythm of her footsteps, to the beating of her heart, to her sweet scent of cinnamon and vanilla.

It hit him harder than he thought it would, no matter how much he’d prepared himself for it.

The sight of her was worse.

Physically, she hadn’t changed at all and, in a way, that hurt him more. It was trickier to keep himself on his toes if she looked the same, because it was easy to imagine no time had passed, that all the suffering hadn’t happened, and that he still had a chance.

“Peter?” Sophia gasped when she noticed him, blinking several times as if she thought her eyes were deceiving her.

He couldn’t blame her, no matter how angry he wanted to be at the way her voice and accent still managed to send his heart racing. When their eyes met halfway, he realised how foolish he’d been, and how he’d overestimated himself.

Had he really thought he could be in the same room as her without feeling anything?

Idiot.

It took everything in him not to fall to his knees, rip his heart out and offer it to her in his bloody hands.

When Sophia approached him slowly, almost as if she was afraid he would vanish into thin air, Peter felt like he was dying. He really couldn’t predict what her reaction would be, and not for the first time, the idea of her screaming at him to leave and never set foot near her or her father again crossed his mind.

His nightmares began a lot like this.

But she didn’t do such a thing. Surprising him the way she had always done, Sophia smiled softly and reached out to place a hand on his shoulder, to squeeze it affectionately.

Peter could have burst into flames.

“I’m so glad to see you, Peter,” she whispered. “Welcome home.”

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There was a ring on her finger; sparkly, with a diamond the size of a golf ball. And Peter heard it perfectly when Pepper asked Sophia about some Brad, even if they had been in another room.

He had been expecting something like that. Not the engagement, certainly, but he had expected her to be in a relationship.

He hadn’t expected it to feel like that.

Peter had never given his future a lot of thought. He had always known he’d wanted to go to MIT and work in science, but he had never thought that much ahead in other aspects of his life. Perhaps it came from his experiences, and the fact that his parents had been very young when they had died so, unconsciously, he had never seen the point of planning his life. What was the point of thinking that far ahead when everything was so unpredictable?

But it had been around a year ago when he’d been stopping a mug near a small chapel, and a couple of newly weds had come out looking radiantly happy. Peter usually didn’t pay attention to that, but, at first glance, the woman had reminded him physically of Sophia.

That same night, flashes of her in white assaulted his dreams, unlocking a desire he didn’t even know he’d had until then.

“Hey.”

Peter turned to look at Sophia, even if he had felt her coming. She was carrying a small plate with cake and a glass of white wine.

“Hey,” he replied, forcing himself not to stare for too long.

It was hard, too hard, because he hadn’t seen her in a year and she was lovely and he had missed her so much it was almost a physical ache.

“I brought you cake,” she told him, extending the plate to him.

“Thank you,” he replied quietly. “And wine?”

“Oh, no, the wine’s mine,” she grinned.

His heart skipped a bit. That cheeky grin had always been his undoing. He had to look away and distract himself with trying the cake, even if his stomach was a ball of nerves.

A silence fell upon them, and there was genuinely no sound around. The farm was isolated in a way that was both peaceful and nerve-wracking. Peter didn’t think he could take it and he couldn’t understand how Tony did.

“Very different from the penthouse in Manhattan, huh?” Sophia said knowingly, somehow reading his thoughts.

It didn’t surprise him. She’d always been able to do that.

“Very,” he admitted. “Do you visit often?”

Sophia nodded. “As much as I can, but it’s really not my scenery.”

Peter’s lips curved up without realising it. “No, it isn’t.”

“Dad’s getting tired of it too,” she commented, taking a sip of her wine. “So I think it’s only a matter of time he decides to move back to New York—or maybe somewhere in the middle, like LA.”

“LA?” Peter repeated, unable to hide his surprise. “I thought he never wanted to go back to LA after what happened with the Mandarin.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be the same location,” Sophia shrugged. “But New York’s too crowded. He’s always had more privacy in LA without sacrificing civilization like he’s done here.”

“Right,” he gulped down, trying not to show how the news was crushing him.

He didn’t like the idea of Tony going to live in LA—it was too far from New York. He already had a hard time with their current distance and it was only an hour away, even if he didn’t visit the farm much. It was the notion of it.

Sophia’s eyes were on him, clearly studying his reaction, but she didn’t say anything.

“He misses you, you know,” she told him after a while. “He would go back to New York right now if he knew you’d visit him there.”

He had to put down the cake. He felt like throwing up.

“It’s been—it’s been busy,” he said.

Sophia arched an eyebrow, evidently knowing that was bullshit because, no matter how busy the city could get, Peter would always make time to be with Tony before.

She opted not to address it directly; instead, she went for another kill:

“How’s May?” she asked. “Has she remembered you?”

Peter stiffened. “No.”

“She remembers Pepper and Happy,” she pointed out without mercy. “But I guess that’s because they actually go and visit her.”

She wasn’t intimidated by the glare she got from him. If anything, she grew bolder, because she crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows at him, daring him to contradict her.

The worst part was that he couldn’t, but he had never expected her to understand what he was doing.

“I think I should go,” he gritted out, without looking at her.

Sophia scoffed. “Should I give you my wedding invitation now? I wasn’t planning on handing them out until a few months but who knows when I’ll see you next?”

Peter winced. “Congratulations, by the way.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Will you even go?”

“Go where?”

“To my wedding.”

He stared at her. “Am I really invited?”

“Of course you are!” Sophia exclaimed angrily. “You might be capable of ignoring everyone who’s ever cared about you, but I’m not!”

“I don’t ignore them,” Peter snapped, unable to keep up the façade. “That’s not what I do. I will always be there for everyone if they need me.”

“Oh, really? Then where have you been these past two years?”

“I’ve been protecting you!”

“Protecting us?” she laughed bitterly. “Is that what you call staying away from everyone you love?”

“YES!” Peter exploded, glowering at her. “Yes, that’s exactly what I call it!”

Sophia shook her head. “That’s bullshit, Peter, and you know it.”

“I don’t expect you to understand it, Sophia,” he bit back. “But it’s the right thing to do.”

“The right thing to do? Is that what you tell yourself to quiet down the guilt?” she snorted. “Does it ever work?”

Peter scowled. “It works when I look at you and see you all safe.”

“And you think we’re safe because you’re staying away from us?” Sophia laughed incredulously. “I can’t believe someone as smart as you believes something so stupid.”

He reacted as if she’d punched him, but she didn’t cower. Sophia took two steps until she was on his face and gave him her worst scowl.

“We’re safe because we take care of ourselves. We’re safe because we take care of each other,” she hissed. “Not because Spider-Man’s enemies don’t consider us a target… get that stupid idea out of your head before you end up alone!”

“I’d rather end up alone than attend your funeral, Sophia!”

“I am Iron Man’s daughter!” she shrieked, shoving him angrily, even if it was useless; he didn’t move an inch. “I was a target before that spider even bit you!”

“And I won’t make you an even bigger one!”

Sophia rolled her eyes. “This isn’t even about me, Peter. I gave up on you a long time ago.”

That struck him harder than anything she’d ever said, and even breathing became a painful thing to do. He stilled and stared at her, his blood and bones becoming ice cold.

“I’m telling you this because you’re hurting people—my father, your aunt, Ned. When are you going to stop pushing them away?”

“My aunt almost died!” he cried out. “She almost died because of me!”

“It was an accident, Peter!”

“An accident I should have been able to stop!”

Sophia shook her head, and the disappointment was so palpable that it cut him open.

“It’s evident you’re determined to crucify yourself. I can’t help you if you won’t help yourself.”

She didn’t even look at him again before she went back inside the farm house, leaving Peter alone and in the cold.

two.

#peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fanfic #spiderman fanfiction #tom holland fanfiction #peter parker x ofc #mcu!peter parker #peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker imagine #tom holland imagine #marvel fanfiction #mywriting

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The Colliding Tides of You | Part 1

Pairings: [AVENGERS x Bi!READER ]

- WandaNat x Reader

- Stucky x Reader

- Tony Stark x Reader

Summary: You hadn't known what happened. One moment, you were running for your life. The next moment, you were falling from the sky and your only hope was calling the one number you had to save you. You were in a universe where the Avengers existed and you had no idea what to do. You fight between doing what's right and what feels right. Do you return to your own universe or do you stay with the people you love? [Set after AoU and canon divergence after.]

Chapter Warnings: None.

Series Masterlist

Note: Ahhh, I'm so excited for this! I've been lowkey obsessed with avengers x reader for a long time LOL hope you enjoy!

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You'd never given much thought to how you'd die. Well, sure, it was a vague and distant thought. Everyone dies, after all. You're aware that life could come crashing into you, and it could be a horrific accident, but you were hoping for the old age route.

You were running.

You remember that much.

You had been terrified as you stumbled. You turned to look, and then everything turned white.

And now, you were falling.

The wind ripped through your hair, burning your eyes. You turned around to look up at the sky instead of the impending ground.

God, you were so high up, and you had no fucking parachute. No gear.

You felt around your body frantically, wanting to cry when you felt nothing until your hand grazed over a bump in your back pocket—a phone.

You took it out quickly but carefully. The last thing you needed was to accidentally drop the phone midair and have no way to get it. You fumbled to turn it on and noticed you only had 10% battery left and almost wanted to cry.

You recognized your own phone. It had been at 10% when you had been running as well.

Your thoughts were a mess.

Who do you call when you're falling 50,000ft in the air?

911?

What could 911 do? Could they send a helicopter for someone to come get you with a parachute?

Would they make it in time?

But when you opened up your contacts, there was only one number.

No.

This couldn't be.

But the name and number stared back at you.

It had to be a joke, right?

You didn't recognize the number other than it being a New York area code.

Maybe it's from being so high up in the air, the falling hindering how well you could breathe and get oxygen to your brain.

That was the only explanation you could think of for thinking—but what if it wasn't a joke? What if it was real?

It was probably a mistake to call this number instead of 911, but—but if it was real, you're chancing of being saved would be higher.

You pressed dial on the contact and put it to your ear, shocked you were even picking up reception.

Unless that meant you were getting closer to the ground.

"Hello?" The caller picked up, sounding cautious and confused. "How did you get this number?"

"Is—" You choked. The air was so hard to breathe, and you wondered if your lungs were collapsing. It was so hard to hear on top of that too. Were you going deaf?

"Is this Tony Stark?" You barely managed to get out the words as you heaved for air that didn't seem to be making it to your lungs.

"Yes...who is this?"

You could hear some noise in the background and wondered briefly what he was doing.

"Please help me," you choked. "I'm falling."

There was snort on the other line. "That's a horrible pick-up line and also really bad background noise. Listen, I don't know if you're some crazy stalker but—"

"No, seriously, Mr. Stark. I'm literally falling from 50,000ft in the air, and I don't have a parachute, and I will become splattered brain matter if you don't help me," you started coughing violently as you finished your words.

There was silence on the other end of the line before you could hear—

"FRIDAY, scan the surrounding area and trace the closest cell tower to her phone."

"Detected body 50 feet from you. Too far to scan vitals."

"Maximize jet boots and repulsors. Hold on, kid. I'm coming for you."

But you couldn't hear anything at that point. The oxygen deprivation was getting to your head as you fought to stay awake.

It feels like a million years but really, only seconds before you're in someone's arms.

"Easy there, I got you...alright, wow, you're definitely not a kid."

He's flying down steadily for your sake. Slower but still quickly, so you don't stay oxygen-deprived. As you descend, you suddenly feel something click over your head and a rush of oxygen floods in. You suck the air in greedily as you try to not hyperventilate.

"Easy, easy. Breathe slowly."

You tilted your head up and found an Iron Man Mask looking back at you and realized you're wearing one yourself. He must've called for a spare helmet for you.

You try to do as he says and breathe slowly, and you begin to feel better even though the chill starts to set in.

"Where...are....you...taking...me?" You speak slowly, your voice raw and weak.

"Back to the Avengers' Compound. We have a medi-bay there that's way better than any other hospital in the state. Plus, I’ve got questions."

You don't have the energy to argue against it, and you're unsure if you would. Even though Tony Stark didn't know you, you knew him. He was the only thing you knew in this strange universe you've found yourself in.

You look down at your hands and find they're still yours, at least. You're still you.

Just.

Maybe the You of this universe.

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You slowly woke up to a quiet beeping noise. The lights were somewhat bleary and blinded you. You had a massive headache, and when you looked down to find an IV hooked up to you, you felt your heart jump.

You could feel a nasal cannula on your face, and you tried to think about why you'd have one.

Falling.

You had been falling.

You couldn't breathe.

You were trying to fight the rising panic in your limbs and throat. Your heart was racing and thudding almost painfully in your chest.

"Whoa, easy there, tiger."

You snapped your head to the side and found Tony Stark coming through the door with two cups. You could smell coffee.

"FRIDAY alerted me you had woken up. How are you feeling?"

You stared at him, tracing his movements carefully as he came to sit down beside you in the chair. He holds the water out to you, but you don't take it, so he then pulls over a tray in front of you and places your cup there.

You peer down and see that yours was filled with water while his cup was coffee.

You take the cup, sipping on the cool water, wincing lightly as it does down your dry throat.

"Okay...tired," you eventually replied as you looked around.

"You're at the Avenger's Compound," Tony said as he looked at your curious face, and you recalled that's where he said when he was flying you to safety.

"You were really lucky I was out and about flying to get fresh air," Tony said steadily, his eyes narrowed in suspicion at you. "How did you get my number? That's my private and personal number. Only a few people have it. I've only just given it to Capsicle."

You stare at him.

"Ugh, Captain America? America's golden boy? Steve Rog—"

"I know," you whisper, fidgeting with your cup.

"You know..." Tony repeated after you with a brow raised. "Do you know all of the Avengers?"

"Doesn't everyone?" You reply with a half-hearted smile.

Tony narrowed his eyes at you, filled with suspicion and clearly saying he didn't appreciate you avoiding his question. You couldn't blame him. If this was the Avengers' Compound, you had some idea of where you were in the timeline.

You looked at Tony's face and how weary and tired he looked. The facilities looked new, so you could only guess this was right after the battle of Sokovia.

The thought made you rather sad as you looked back down. This meant that things were leading up to the Civil War, and you weren't sure how you felt about that.

You weren't sure how you felt about anything.

Your thoughts kept racing.

How did you get here?

How was this real?

Had you actually died?

How do you get back home?

Did you even want to go back home?

People were chasing you there.

Were you safe?

You looked back at Tony.

You were safe, you decided. For now, at least.

"I...don't belong here," you say quietly but still loud enough for Tony to hear.

"Don't belong here..." Tony cocked his brow. "Here like this medical bay...or in New York or..."

"Here, like this universe," you whispered, grimacing at how stupid it sounded, but you're unsure why when someone like Dr. Strange existed. He would understand.

Tony actually laughed.

"Wow, maybe this isn’t pumping enough oxygen to your brain still," Tony looked ready to adjust your machine when you glared at him.

"Is that so hard to believe when you've fought aliens? You don't even know—" you immediately snapped your mouth shut as you huffed.

You don't know the laws of the universe and time travel. How good could it be to reveal what was coming to someone like Tony, who was experiencing PTSD, paranoia, and guilt?

"Are you an alien then?" Tony asked slowly, eyeing you up and down to access you. You looked so human, though.

"No," you said, though it sounded very uncertain. "No," you repeated this time with more confidence. You weren't an alien. You were a human that experienced too much.

Perhaps you and Tony weren't too different.

"Can I get your name now?" Tony asked, changing the subject, but not really. You knew he was asking to see if he could pull up anything on you.

But you tell him anyway. You were curious about yourself as well.

"I'm Tony, but I think you knew that," Tony throws out there, but he's not smiling.

"You mean the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist...?" You say and give a small smile when Tony's lip twitches as he holds back a grin himself. But then he frowns as he wonders where you've heard him say that.

Suddenly, something beeped, making you jump slightly, spilling some of the water.

Tony just eyes you briefly before he checks his phone.

"The rest of them are here."

"The rest of them?"

"The Avengers."

You pale noticeably that it has Tony looking slightly alarmed.

"What's wrong?" He asks, but you just shake your head.

You find it hard to swallow again, but people are bustling in to your room before you can even ask him to maybe save the introductions another day.

The faces bombard you before you even have a chance to turn away.

Steve, Natasha, Wanda, Vision, and Clint.

It's Steve's and Natasha's faces that make you feel like you're going to be sick.

You feel sick to your stomach because you know what happens.

And even if you had not experienced it personally, it didn't mean you hadn't come to love these characters—people in your own way.

You had loved them from a distance.

You had been immersed in their universe when you were on your own and even when you were surrounded by people.

So, to know what happens and see them, you were going to be sick.

You were still adjusting to Tony, and just barely.

It was too much.

It was too real.

The only thing you could think of was how painful and disappointing it had been to know what happened by just reading and watching. If it had been that painful, how would it be to actually experience it personally?

You gripped your blanket, trying to control your breathing as you looked away from them.

"Uh, Tony, is she okay?" Steve asked as he assessed you, but you wouldn't turn to look his way.

Your heart monitor was spiking, and it was suddenly hard to breathe again.

Was this a panic attack? You thought about it distantly, trying to think about something else to calm yourself.

"Hey, hey," Tony stood up as he looked at your monitor before you. "What's wrong? What's—" Tony tried to put his hand on your shoulder, but you flinched.

"Get out," you breathed, your chest rising and falling.

"What?" Tony said, but you couldn't even look at him.

"GET OUT!" You screamed.

Natasha's the one who pulls everyone out of the room and shuts the door as you close your eyes and try to think about something else and slow your breathing.

You have 10 fingers and 10 toes.

You can smell the coffee that Tony left behind.

You could see the little squiggly lines behind your eyelids.

You could taste your own mouth, which was gross, but it was better after the water.

You could feel the soft sheets under your fingers and wondered if it was because this was practically Tony's private medi-bay that it was so luxurious.

Slowly, you began to calm down, the oxygen from the nasal cannula helped greatly, and you pressed your palm to your eye.

That was so embarrassing.

You were losing your shit over fictional people.

Except, they weren't.

Not anymore, not in this universe.

You were feeling too much at once.

Scared.

Betrayed.

Upset.

Cautiously elated.

But mostly just anxious.

One step at a time, you told yourself. Figure out the situation now, and then think about what you will do after understanding what's happening now.

You take a few more moments to collect yourself, preparing to see everyone again.

They were strangers.

They didn't know you, and you didn't know them. No amount of comics and movies could ever change the fact they were real people and have their own nuances you didn't know about.

You press the help button at the side of your bed and wait patiently.

Tony is the one to stick his head back in first, cautiously.

You nodded at him, and he came through slowly, and you feel bad.

"I'm sorry," you apologize, but Tony just shrugs, and you know he gets it.

"I can just tell everyone to go back if you just want to rest today. I'm afraid you can't leave here until things are settled though," Tony says, and you can tell he's trying to be sympathetic about keeping you here, but you can tell he's not.

You don't mind.

Mostly because you have nowhere to go.

Or maybe you did but just didn't know where it was?

"No, it's fine," you shook your head. "I'd rather get it over with now."

"Are you sure about that?" Tony narrowed his eyes at you.

You nodded, and he relented.

"Alright,” he hummed. “ Meet the Avengers."

Part 2

#natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #tony stark x reader #wandanat x reader #stucky x reader #mm: my fics

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whotf-atemywaffles · 7 months

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What Was I Made For?

part 1 Bucky Barnes x reader Steve Rogers x reader Tw: War, Murder, violence, fighting, death,

Summary: Y/n was childhood friends with Steve and Bucky, who both loved her. After the war broke out, the two friends started fighting over her attention, causing her to distance herself from both of them. She eventually took the super soldier serum and became an assassin for Hydra, but was able to break free from their control with the help of Steve and Bucky's memories. She fell in love with Tony Stark, but decided to end their relationship to focus on being a part of the Avengers. She later fell in love with Bucky and helped him escape from Hydra. They faced challenges together, but were ready to face anything as long as they had each other.

“I used to float, now I just fall down, I used to know but I'm not sure now”

the year was 1942, you, bucky and Steve were inseparable, 3 childhood friends. That’s how you saw the two boys, but that’s not how they saw you. to them you were absolutely perfect, the two of them were in love…with you. You never noticed their feelings for you, they were your brothers, but they saw you as an ideal, when everything went wrong you always had a way of finding the bright side or looking so alive.

“Looked so alive, turns out I'm not real”

It wasn't until the war broke out and Steve became Captain America that things began to shift. Suddenly, the two of them were fighting over your attention, and you found yourself caught in the middle. It was a complicated situation, and you weren't sure how to navigate it. All you knew was that you didn't want to lose either of them, even though they were acting like idiots.

“When did it end? All the enjoyment”

as the war between nations continued, another one started, between your two childhood best friends, at some point you think you forgot how to be happy. You tried your best to keep the peace between Bucky and Steve, but their rivalry only seemed to grow. It was exhausting, and you felt like you were constantly walking on eggshells. Eventually, you had to make a choice, and it wasn't an easy one. In the end, you decided to distance yourself from both of them, at least until they could figure out their own issues. It was a painful decision, but you knew it was for the best.

it started out by you moving, Steve going to do his Captain America ‘dancing monkey’ act, and Bucky being deployed to Europe. You missed them terribly, but you knew you needed to take this time to focus on yourself and figure out what you wanted. Over time, you started to heal and rebuild your own life, making new friends and exploring new passions. You even started dating again, which was a scary but exciting prospect.

Then, one day, out of the blue, you received a letter from Bucky. He was back from the war and wanted to see you. You were hesitant at first, but ultimately decided to meet up with him. It was like no time had passed at all, and you found yourself falling back into your old friendship with him. But things were different now, and you couldn't ignore the fact that he had once been in love with you. You weren't sure if you were ready to open that can of worms again.

you said your goodbyes as Bucky left once again, and you wouldn’t hear from either of the two for another few months when you would find out the most heinous news.

“I Don't Know how to feel”

it was a regular day just like any other, you went to check your mail, and that’s when you saw it, a condolence letter. your entire body was shaking, which one of them was it? The rest of the mail had fallen too the floor, along with a slow stream of tears cascading down your face. with shaking hands you opened the letter ‘my dearest condolences’ it read, not wanting to bear the news but also wanting to just look, as if she were ripping off a band-aid. ‘with my deepest condolences I must inform you that Sgt James Barnes, has been Killed in action’ you kept reading, the more you read the more painful everything became, Steve had fallen off a train that had been infested with hydra soldiers, he did this accompanied by Captain Steve Rodgers… Of course, you had always known that their stupidity would get one of them killed.

You were devastated by the news and felt like your world had come crashing down around you. one of your childhood best friends were now gone, and you were left to grieve their loss. It was a difficult time, Bucky didnt really have family, you and Steve were his family, and with Steve galivanting as a superhero you were left to grieve alone, you never heard a word from Steve, he never showed up to the funeral. about a week later, you received another letter, Steve had flown into the water, to save the world he died in the process. You were left with a deep sadness that seemed to consume you. It was hard to imagine life without either of them, and you felt a sense of guilt for the way things had ended between you. You wished you had found a way to fix things before it was too late. In the end, you knew that all you could do was honour their memories and continue to live your life as best you could.

“Im Sad Again, Dont tell my boyfriend”

you tried going on, living your life, and you ended up dating a man named Howard Stark. but nothing ever really filled the void. after a few weeks Howard never really seemed to have time for you anymore, he had been at the lab trying to recreate the super soldier serum. and eventually, he did it he just needed someone to test it on, Howard had confided this to you, and you, who just wanted to be seen by your boyfriend, who wanted to feel less alone, thought for about half a second “Ill do it” You said.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky #marvel #captain america #steve rodgers imagine #steve rodgers x reader

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academiaipromise · 1 year

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things that i want everyone to know about the return of true tv (riverdale season 7)

this season was promoted on the promise that you don’t need to have seen any of the other six seasons of this show. they also parodied nicole kidman’s “heartbreak feels good in a place like this” amc advert.

as we know this season is set in the 1950s (in case you missed it, they were sent back in time after bailey’s comet almost killed them all) and jughead is the only one who remembers the present.

brief interlude taken to condemn the murder of emmett till...okay back to the guardian angel plot line (???)

veronica is a ‘50s hollywood actress who is going to high school to get a sense of small town life before the filming of our town (1940?? maybe i misunderstood this dialogue tbh)

cheryl’s twin brother is alive but he’s not jason he’s julian (for those keeping track, this has raised our ginger ratio on this show to an unacceptable number) [i am ginger and approve this message]

betty’s dad is back and probably not a serial killer but probably racist (we’re still having wild tonal shifts from jughead trying to restore his friends’ memories to prevent more wacky time travel to toni and betty trying to bring attention to the murder of emmett till)

shazam reference! ✨ synergy ✨

hot rod archie hot rod archie hot rod archie (if this somehow ends in a performance of greased lightning...)

jughead finds the time capsule they buried after graduation and tries to use the objects to convince everyone they’re from the future

“kevin...you directed some musicals...and were in...an organ harvesting cult”

jughead explains to the group that if they do not want to wait for the comet they could instead get betty and archie to make out on a bed and detonate a bomb under them. i love being reminded of this thing that actually happened on tv.

i need to be real with y’all i find 1950s archie really endearing he somehow has all of the stupidity of modern day archie but it’s presented as naive innocence (”i like. cars. sports. and fishing” like i love that for him!)

cheryl walks into pops and shouts “j’accuse!” at veronica catching her in a lie after she said that she had been cast in our town, but oh ho, cheryl has found out from her movie magazine that it is actually natalie wood! but i’m here to catch them both in a lie because there is no adaptation of our town starring natalie wood so.

veronica was involved with the 1955 car accident that killed james dean and her parents subsequently banished her. if you cared.

there is this subplot about the push for safe driving after the james dean crash which i know did happen but this is clearly an issue for hot rod archie!!

rip hot rod archie he has agreed to unsoup his car

just saw a WILD ad for reign on the cw streaming app...the end of the cw hurts all of us

“good morning riverdalians” [transitions straight to a reading of “Mississippi–1955” by langston hughes holy shit]

my joke post is not the place where i feel i have the nuance and space to discuss how this episode is engaging with racial discrimination and the civil rights movement but just know that it’s...it’s something to know about [edit: here is an interview about the decisions to include these plot points this season. i think it provides some important perspective on both the history of this show and the intent behind it, though of course intent ultimately doesn’t matter in terms of effect. still, a good start to have]

tabitha (the real tabitha, the guardian angel of riverdale), returns to talk to jughead and tells him that she used what was left of her life force to send everyone to the past but because the comet destroyed riverdale in that timeline, everyone needs to try to thrive in the 50s in order to find a path back to a different future.

you know what no one else is gonna give blake neely the credit he deserves so i’ll mention that this version of the riverdale theme is actually really gorgeous. sir if you’re reading this please know that i listened to the riverdale score aggressively while writing on the cw for my ma thesis and it would not have been finished without you thank you for your service.

tabitha takes jughead’s memories and he tries to write them down before he forgets, only to forget after writing the words “bend. towards. justice.” (yes as in the martin luther king jr quote) and he finds his beanie from the future. end of episode.

in conclusion:

#riverdale #riverdale spoilers #posts that you can feel that my masters thesis is in revisions and i have a conference presentation to finish lol #like august 23....let me be real with you!!! i will be sad!!! it's the end of the cw babes #kt tangents

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eras of tumblr i could give hour-long Ted Talks about

(only including eras i participated in, not what i’ve lived through second-handedly. these are what i personally remember seeing on my dash, i’m sure there’s plenty i missed. This is an ongoing list/not fixed/subject to future edits.)

2015 gravity falls

the rise of sexyman bill cipher

depravity falls and putting 12 yr old characters in violent guro situations

alex hirsch worship

billdip discourse

the diehard thirst for Gruncle Ford

“i want to fuck that dorito”

2015/16 Black Butler

SebaCiel discourse

Grelle discourse (like, i don’t even know how to elaborate, but if you were there you would remember how people were fighting over her characterization in all different directions. Which is funny because, love her or hate her, she is barely even in the show lol)

The needlessly intense sjw vs anti-sjw/ fiction doesn’t effect reality/ shipping fighting

can’t quantify this, but i swear 80% of the fans were ex-hetalia fans

Black butler 2 being either loved or hated, while book of circus was almost unanimously loved

the Scott Freeman incident...

no one giving a fuck about the female characters

Yana/Jay Michael Tatum worship

2016 Undertale

Sans undertale sexyman rise

the most raw video game soundtrack of all time

papyton

no one agrees how to draw undyne, but we all agree that she’s gay as fuck

(This is a personal anecdote, but i actually made a friend in highschool bc i drew undertale fanart on the board at latin class nd she added to it the next day, i added to it the next day and eventually we met up and it was so adorable)

“get dunked on”

2016-17 hamilton, heathers, great comet, dear evan hansen, be more chill musical theater insanity

rip tumblr user galactibun

The Hamilton craze breathing new life into the 1776 musical fandom

Most bizarre fanfic aus seen on tumblr thus far (hamilton)

The great comet Tony snubs

BMC and DEH blowing up, despite most fans only caring about the characters, totally ignoring the plot.

“Miku binder Thomas Jefferson”

No one giving a fuck about “The Hamilton Mixtape”

Gatekeeping fans who didn’t read war and peace or the ron chernow biography (i don’t think anyone ever gave a shit about the BMC orginal book which is SO FUNNY)

lin manuel miranda worship

real people fanfictions of actors/shipping them (especially hamilton!)

Key Figures include: Lin Manuel Miranda, Ron Chernow, Philipa Soo, Daveed Diggs, Ben Platt, George Salazar, Barette Wilbert Weed, and Mike Faist

2016-2017 the yuri on ice, killing stalking, kaikyu yaoi trifecta

Yaoi take over

The anime fans collective salt over YOI winning anime of the year 2016

Not in this time period, but the Killing Stalking fans despising the ending en mass several years later.

Free! was also huge as the second season concluded not long before, but wasn’t receiving new updated in Realtime like the other three.

honestly? i mostly just remember people drawing some of the most beautiful fan art of the characters and not bothering to follow the plots

2015-2016 steven universe discourse peak craziness

There are no words, looking back this all feels like a fever dream

Insane fan-theories (as in- even for Tumblr, these theories were very out there)

Pink diamond character derailment

“watching steven universe is the opposite of eating pussy”

Gemosonas

fusion = sex???

“it’s over isn’t it” single-handedly inspiring some of the most beautiful fan art to come out of the show; "Stronger than you” def inspired much more fan-creations, but they were nowhere near as good imo

That terrible lily peet video that sent a tidal wave of fandom-fighting

Concrete

Nicki Minaj guest appearance

the porn avalanche predating the 2018 nsfw ban

My OG account got banned >:( (i never posted porn, tried to email support to no avail, I DID NOT DEVERVE THIS YOU NARCS)

50-50 mix of people posting lewd art and people posting links to find them as they migrated to twitter

“Female presenting nipples”

The return of the citrus scale (orange: PG/G, Lime: PG-13, Lemon: R, Grapefruit: X)

“Too Spicy for Tumblr”

Didn’t even stop the porn bots, mostly just screwed over artists and writers

IMO the peak of user v staff animosity

2020 hannibal

The small but loyal anthony hopkins defenders

Some of the most beautiful creative gore art

The moodboard to web-weaving pipeline

People being surprisingly respectful of fans who only watched the show, or who didn’t read Red Dragon/Silence of the Lambs, or where otherwise not invested in the greater overall Hannibal canon.

Manipulate, mansplain, malewife

Key Figures Include: Madds Mikkelson, Hugh Dancy, Anthony Hopkins

november 5, 2020

You just had to be there man, i don’t know what to tell you.

Key Figures include: Donald Trump, Castiel, Dean Winchester, Joe Biden, Vladimir Putin, Nevada, Georgia, Wisconsin and debatably Sherlock season 5

the 2021 coquette girl blogger era

Lana del rey worship

The ungodly amount of softcore porn

Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss

Glorification of eating disorders, benzos, trailer parks, predatory men, age gap relationships, and so much more!

Teenagers blogging about Russian lit you know they never read

Waifblr

Still not sure to this day how much of this was ironic and how much wasn’t?? Or if any of this was self-aware???

Yes babe you’re so bambi, kate moss, diet coke, wellbutrin, dasha nekrosova, ballet, klonopin, trad cath, fawn, dior, sofia coppela, can you please shut the fuck up now?

key figures include: Lana del Rey, Daisy Randone, Dasha Nekrosova, Nina Sayers, Fiona Apple, Anya Taylor Joy, Sylvia Plath, Kate Moss, Kirsten Dunst (probably so many more, but this is just off the top of my head)

(bonus)

2015/16- My personal earliest memories of really getting into tumblr, and witnessing the tail-end of the Hetalia reign

2016- the end of Homestuck

2016- the epidemic of overwatch porn

2016- Does Jumin Han is gay?

2017- RWBY’s nosedive in quality from season 3 to 4, losing the majority of the fanbase

2018 Boyfriend to Death civil war (Gatobob v ElectricPuke)

2018- Detroit become Human drops and the robot-fucking gatekeeping

2018- the Game of thrones/Endgame joint disaster ending melt down

2019- Sub-par Omens

2020- the Dead by Daylight community rioting when Pyramid Head’s ass got nerfed

2020- Cyberpunk 2077 is released and is torn apart almost instantly. Looking back by my approximations post were made up of- 10% people who were actually playing the games and enjoying themselves, 20% people who were playing the game and WEREN’T having fun, 55% People who never bought/played the game who were making up crazy glitches for clout, 15% hardcore pornography of characters you’d never seen before. (I’m quite salty about this bc I worked at GameStop at this time and had people constantly talking about glitches in casual conversation and I just know most of these bitches were LYING.)

20??- don’t remember the exact dates, but phase 3 marvel was un-escapable at this time

2020/21- Succession blows up

2022 Ghost bc blows up on tiktok, the fandom already sizable on tumblr only goes up from here

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Amends with the Past

Loki x Fem!Reader

A/N: Another long overdue Request. I hope the kind nonny that requested it can forgive me and does see it.

Also, it’s not that lighthearted as I wanted it to be but all that happened to Loki during Thor 1 and before Avengers had to be mentioned, so it automatically became a bit more gloomy in the beginning. But I hope the fluffy ending balances it out.

Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could possibly write something where Loki and the reader are married (she is a goddess on Asgard) but no one on earth but Thor knows about her. Loki starts to cause some mischief in the Avengers towers and so Thor calls the reader and the reader is the only one Loki really fears? Lots of fluff and sass would be appreciated! Thank you, I love your writing!!💗💗

word count: ~3.8k

The curtains were drawn shut, not a single ray of sun able to come through the thick black cloth, enveloping the entire room in darkness. Far back in the corner of the room, on top of his bed, Loki sat contemplating his existence in silence.

It had been a troublesome year for him. All at once, the foundation of his life had been ripped away under his feet, and everything he knew to be true turned out to be a farce.

Loki clenched his jaw as he thought about what happened after the dispute on the rainbow bridge. The rage and profound sadness he felt that day was bubbling up again. His eyes shut close as he tried to skip his torturing memories of when he floated through space, ready to leave it all behind… until a spaceship had collected him. He didn’t dare to think about what had followed. The days in New York were still a blur. If he was being honest he didn’t mind that at all.

But he clearly remembered when he finally stood in front of him again. The man he once thought to be his father, the one who had never favoured anything he had done. Now, of course, it all made sense why.

Odin had been sitting elevated on his throne as he looked down on Loki in resentment. His judgment had been swift, already formed before Loki had even set a foot into the palace. Without a real hearing or anyone by his side to explain to Odin that his adopted son wasn't at fault for what had happened, Odin quickly sentenced him. But even if Thor, Odin’s favourite by far, had been in there with him, no one would have been able to change Odin's mind once he had made up an opinion.

“You have to face the consequences of your wrongdoings.” Odin had bellowed as Loki tried to explain what had really happened so he could defend himself, “I didn’t raise you to be a coward!”

In all of his grace, Odin had left a choice for Loki. Die in the dungeons of Asgard alone without a chance of ever getting back his life or making amends on earth while being in the custody of Tony Stark. Loki was quite surprised to learn, that Stark had actually consented to be his chaperone.

The decision really felt more like a choice between pest and cholera for Loki but he welcomed a new beginning. Somewhere far away from all the people that had renounced him. Neither his mother, brother nor the person he had hoped to see again the most had even tried to attend his court proceeding.

Thor escorted Loki back to earth where he quickly learned that Tony hadn’t been consulted about this at all which made the first weeks back quite challenging. But after Tony had a long conversation with Thor and Captain America he agreed to take Loki in if he followed the rules.

Loki was allowed to stay in the Stark Tower as long as he didn’t use any magic. To enforce this rule Tony build magic suppressing bracelets that only he was able to deactivate. Furthermore, Loki was prohibited to leave the Tower on his own, only in the company of the Avengers was he allowed to go outside once every two weeks. In the beginning, he even had a babysitter as soon as he left his room.

Loki didn’t mind the restrictions on his freedom. It was much better than to rot in the dungeons and he had no intention of facing the outside world any time soon anyway. Reading was a much better time to spend his days to escape the mundane everyday life. The only thing he did miss was his magic, especially in the beginning. He hadn’t even realised how much he had depended on his skills until they were gone. He had to use his actual pockets to carry around his belongings and his hair had never looked as pristine as when he was able to style it by will.

Months went by and Loki and the Avengers finally started to warm up to each other or at least they had accustomed to the situation. Loki was allowed to roam free in the tower and even use the library and the small garden Pepper had created on the base floor.

As part of his daily routine, Loki had woken up early this morning as always so he could enjoy his breakfast in silence with no one interrupting his solace. Before anyone was awake he had already made his way to the gardens, wandering through the rows of flowers. It was nothing in comparison to the vast gardens in Asgard but it filled Loki’s heart with bittersweet memories anyway.

He missed his mother with whom he had spent countless hours in her rose garden and today the feeling started to overwhelm him. He remembered how Frigga had taught him how to nourish different types of roses and had shown him how to maintain their beauty. Frigga had compared flowers to a relationship once. How a seed had to be planted into a suitable ground for it to sprout and root properly and how watering and caring were important for the flower to stay strong and beautiful. He hadn’t understood what she had meant back then until in an ironic twist of fate he had met the most beautiful being he had ever laid eyes on in almost the same spot of the garden and soon pursued to build a well-founded relationship with her. His Y/N.

“Stop.” Loki sighed upset as the memories wouldn’t stop entering his mind, tearing open the wounds that had almost healed. He had been able to suppress these feelings for months now, why were they emerging now?

“Stop,” Loki begged his mind again as he muttered under his breath as he stormed back into his room, the door slamming into its lock behind him. His hands rubbed his neck as he circled his room enraged up and down like a tiger in a cage. He hated that after all this time on earth his thoughts would come back to haunt him, reminding him of the people he felt betrayed by the most, yet couldn’t help but miss them.

Loki was so engrossed in his rage that he didn’t notice the green glint that lit up behind him. The first calls of his names went unnoticed as well.

“Loki!” the voice called out again. Loki swiftly turned around towards it.

“Mother?” he gawked in disbelief.

“It’s me.” Frigga smiled warmly at him, her image softly swaying in the air, “Did you receive the books I sent you?”

“What do you want?” Loki deflected her question.

“What do you mean?” Frigga asked taken aback, her demeanour changing.

“All these months and I haven't heard or seen anything and now you contact me?” Loki growled, “What do you want from me?”

“I wanted to see you, my dear.” Frigga responded calmly, “WE wanted to see you.”

Loki’s eyes went wide as someone moved in the background, hesitantly getting closer. But before Loki could see her face his door swung open, and Tony entered his room without the decency of knocking

“Everything alright, Reindeer Games?” he asked concerned before his eyes fell onto the green glowing image standing in front of Loki.

“It’s not what it looks like!” Loki raised his arms in defense, stepping into the image which disappeared into thin air.

“Not what it looks like?” Tony immediately raised his voice, “NO MAGIC! You know the rules!”

“It’s not even magic!” Loki retorted just as loud.

“A green glowing image that dissipates when you walk into it? Sound like magic to me.” Tony summarised mockingly.

“Just because you don’t understand it, doesn’t mean it's magic!” Loki countered.

“That’s it, Mr. know-it-all.” Tony snarled.

And with that, any freedom Loki had worked for had been taken away from him again. No more strolls through Pepper’s garden, no access to the library and no walks outside the tower. Everything he had enjoyed over the past few weeks was gone again.

Simply sitting in the dark, boring himself to death as he waited for his suffering to end.

That’s how he ended up on his bed, having way too much time to think about everything and nothing at the same time. It was only day three of his solitary confinement and he already felt like he was going crazy. He felt angry at Tony for not listening and he felt mad that Thor wasn’t here right now to explain to Tony that Loki hadn’t broken any rules. And he felt furious about Frigga that she had contacted him after months and then in the worst possible moment imaginable. Once again he felt just as powerless and bitter as on the day he stood in front of Odin.

As he sat there, brooding over his situation a mischievous grin spread on his lips as he knew exactly how to use his time. If Tony wasn’t going to listen to him like an adult, he wouldn't act like one and would get even with Tony at the same time. Of course only in ways that couldn’t make his situation worse. And what better thing to do than harmless little pranks that didn’t endanger anyone and wouldn’t violate any rules at all?

Being the first one awake was clearly an advantage. At first, he began with subtle pranks. Squeezing lemon into Tony’s beverages, emptying the cereal Tony loved most. The simple knowledge Loki had that he had done something to spoil Tony's day was enough… at first at least. At some point, it had to escalate. The lemon was quickly changed into vinegar. Sugar got switched with salt. Once the entirety of Ton’s office was covered with sticky notes. Loki had pulled through an all-nighter for it.

Soon Tony started to get weary of it. Of course, he suspected Loki to be the culprit but one thing Tony couldn’t take away from Loki was his stealth. Loki was never seen on any security footage of his office camera and he had no evidence of Loki tempering with the food.

His biggest coup had been when he had borrowed some bleach out of Natasha’s bathroom and switched it with Tony’s shampoo. With each wash Tony’s hair started to lighten, driving him into a midlife crisis over his hair. Meanwhile, Loki couldn’t stop snickering about it.

Almost a month into Loki’s mind games, Thor returned to the Tower once again. Tony had pulled him to the side immediately, reporting about Loki’s misbehaviour.

“That’s what you call evil-doing?” Thor chuckled at Tony’s recounting, “Sounds more like childish games to me.”

“I haven't been able to drink one single coffee in peace in over a month, Thor!” he hissed, “I wake up and all I can think about is, what your brother will do next!”

“You need to stop worrying, my friend. It only let’s your hairs grow grey.” Thor joked as he let his eyes wander over Tony’s head.

“That’s not from worrying. That was his work too!” Tony whisper shouted.

“I will talk to him.” Thor pacified Tony, reassuringly smacking Tony’s shoulder, making Tony shake with every pat.

Loki, who had listened to the conversation, rolled his eyes and made his way to the balcony of the tower. He had no interest in taking with the oaf of a brother, who hadn’t even visited him since the day he had delivered Loki to Tony.

He had just made it to the balcony rail when he heard the balcony doors open behind him and Thor’s steps approaching him.

“Brother!” Thor boomed, “How nice to see you again!”

“I wish I could say the same,” Loki muttered.

“How have you been?” Thor was still upbeat.

“How does it look?” Loki glared at him, “I’m confined to a small space with no entertainment or distraction whatsoever.”

“I heard about that… but I also heard that you were still having a bit of fun around the Tower?” Thor wiggled his eyebrows at him.

“If you want to call it fun.” Loki shrugged dismissively, averting his gaze to roam over the city.

“I just think it would be better if you would stop with your games for a while.” Thor leaned onto the rail, trying to catch Loki’s gaze.

“Who says that it was me?” Loki grimaced.

“Loki, we both know that it sounds a lot like you.” Thor inclined his head knowingly.

“Does it?” Loki feigned innocence, “I don’t think that fits the descriptions of a monster, does it?” He stepped away from the rail, wandering off.

“Loki, please. Let’s be sensible about this.” Thor pleaded with his younger brother.

“Or what?” Loki challenged.

“Or I will have to inform someone about your behaviour,” Thor remarked warningly.

“Like who?” Loki laughed, “Odin? Frigga? They have no say over me down here.”

“But I know someone else who does.” Thor grinned at him cheekily.

“You wouldn't dare. She won’t come anyway.” Loki grumbled.

“Oh, I would. And in fact, I already did since I knew you wouldn’t listen to me.” Thor laughed, “And what makes you believe she won’t come?”

“Because, brother.” Loki lunged towards Thor but before he could come near him a pillar of light appeared in between them, forcing the brothers to take a step backwards.

As the light disappeared Loki cowered at a safe distance as he observed her standing in the middle of the rune circle. She stood tall in her Asgardian gown, her hair looking flawless. She was just as beautiful as the first time he had seen her.

“Thor.” Y/N greeted Thor delighted.

“Sister! How nice to see you again so soon.” Thor returned her smile.

“Loki.” she turned around to see him and couldn’t contain the smile on her face but Loki only glared at her coldly, “That’s how you welcome your wife?”

“Wife?” he scoffed, “Would a wife leave her husband on another planet to rot?”

“Those two are married?” Tony who had suddenly appeared on the balcony as well chimed in and pointed between Loki and Y/N, his eyebrow raised sceptically.

“I think they just need some time alone.” Thor smiled uncomfortable, nodding once more to Y/N before ushering Tony back inside and trying to keep the curious Avengers inside who had been alerted by the light of the Bifrost.

“You really blame me for this?” Y/N gulped once they were alone.

“Why shouldn’t I? The facts already speak the truth.” Loki snarled, “Where were you all this time?”

“Where I was?” Y/N scoffed hurt, “Do you really believe that I didn’t try to get you back?

That I didn’t lay awake in my bed at night, crying myself to sleep with no one to comfort me because the only one who could was gone? I thought you were dead Loki!” she sobbed angrily through tears, “But sure, blame me. Because I wanted to see you fall into the void. Because I wanted you to become a prisoner of a power-hungry maniac. Because I wanted him to torture you and make you invade New York just so Odin could ban you to the earth so that I would never ever see you again!

Can you imagine what I did as I tried to get you back? I just got back on the bright side of being hell bend.” Y/N chuckled exhausted, “I wanted to jump after you that day on the bridge. If it wasn’t for Thor I would’ve. And when I stepped before the all father and requested to search for you he locked me into our chamber. He didn’t want me to search you nor bring you back. So I ran away. Searched the realms for you because I couldn’t bare the thought that the only man who ever really knew and understood me was gone for good. The one who cherished my body and my soul. My Loki who I loved unconditionally.

But I was unsuccessful… so I had no other choice than to return to Asgard. And thanks to your mother I learned that you were back! You were still alive… but I was too late once more. Odin had already banished you to earth and he wasn’t quite elated to see me as well… I hoped he would give me the same fate as yours so I could finally see you again, hear your voice again, feel your arms wrapped around me. I wanted to go to earth immediately.

Instead, he sentenced me to house arrest… like a little child who had rebelled against their parents. He told me that I would never ever see you again and that it was our own fault.

That’s why Frigga and I tried to contact you, that I could see you at least one more time in secret. Even if it was only for a moment.

And now, you actually stand in front of me and all I get is disdain and fury from you?”

“So all this time...” Loki swallowed thickly, “You didn’t cast me out?”

“Did you really think I would do such a thing?” Y/N smiled with teary eyes, “I was heartbroken when Odin’s sentence was final. If it wasn’t for Thor convincing him that I was needed here, I would never have had the chance.”

Loki nodded thoughtfully as he felt an overwhelming guilt wash over him. All this time he had blamed the wrong people when they had been just as powerless as him. And Thor for once was actually trying to step up for him.

“But I’m not the man anymore you once thought,” Loki mumbled warily.

“What do you mean?” Y/N stepped closer.

“I am a Monster!” he choked out.

“You're not a Monster, Loki.” Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed worried about his sudden change of demeanour, “All that has happened wasn’t your fault.”

"Yes, it was! It’s in my nature.” he barked, taking her aback.

“It’s not in your nature, Loki.” Y/N shook her head sternly, “I know a completely different man than what you describe.”

“Well, I’m not that man anymore,” Loki grumbled.

“Don’t be silly, Lo. We can get through this together.” Y/N held out her hand inviting him to take it.

“I can’t.” he breathed.

“You’re not alone with this.” Y/N tried to assure him.

“I'm a Jotun!" Loki finally yelled upset. Y/N stood still in her tracks as her mind processed his words.

"I'm a disgusting, vile creature. I'm not the man you agreed to marry." Loki pressed through clenched teeth, “I could never expect of you to still want to be with such a thing.”

“I agreed to marry Loki.” Y/N softly reminded him, “My Loki. My one and all. Do you really think I'd be that shallow? That my interest in you was purely because you were born as Aesir?

I love you for who you are. The God of Mischief. A cunning trickster who loves to tease people. My best friend and my wedded who I could never leave behind voluntarily.”

“You could still love this?” Loki quivered his skin turning icy blue.

“Of course I love you.” Y/N got closer, her hand softly reaching out for his cheek. Loki instinctively leaned into her touch savouring her warm palm against his cold skin. That was all it took for him to break down.

“I missed you.” he cried out.

“I missed you too, you oaf!” she sobbed, “Now come here for norn's sake!”

Loki followed her order quickly, pulling her in a tight embrace. He fell to his knees, his arms wrapping around her waist as he held onto her as if he was afraid to lose her once again if he didn’t hold onto her tightly enough. Y/N soothingly played with his hair as she buried her face into his hair, peppering his cheeks with kisses.

A lot changed in the following days of Y/N’s arrival. Thor and her convinced Tony that Loki hadn’t broken any rules initially. After Loki assured Tony multiple times that his pranks would stop, he got back his freedom.

He couldn’t believe how everything seemed to change in favour of him for once. Y/N stayed with him on earth after Thor had convinced Odin that she was the only one to be able to rehabilitate her husband. Reluctantly Odin agreed but made clear that neither one of them were allowed to return to Asgard.

The Avengers liked Y/N from the start since Loki was like a tame kitten ever since she had arrived. But he was only on his best behaviour for her and only her.

The only one who was still wary of Loki and allowed himself to throw jabs at him from time to time was Tony, much to Y/N’s dismay. No matter what Loki did or didn’t do, Tony seemed to stay paranoid about his well-being. That’s why Y/N didn’t mind when occasionally Tony’s coffee seemed to be a bit sourer than normally or his favourite mugs seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

One morning in particular Tony seemed to be on edge more than usual. He had taunted Loki during a meeting the day before, not holding back on the nicknames or accuses.

This morning almost the entire Team was sitting at the breakfast table. When Y/N had sat down to eat her cereal and drink her tea, she reached for the sugar shaker, to sweeten her tea. Just as she reached out for it a hand shot out, catching her wrist mid-air.

“Don't take this one!” Tony babbled frantically.

“Why not?” Y/N ask bewildered, freeing her arm from Tony’s grip.

“It's just-” Tony hummed and hawed, his eyes darting to Loki who strolled over to the table.

“Do humans always bear grudges against others that long?” Y/N asked into the group as she shook her head disapprovingly.

“You wouldn't think I would trick my dearest wife, would you?” Loki scrunched his nose as he stepped up behind Y/N, kissing the top of her head. He reached for the sugar shaker, handing it to Y/N.

Tony watched with big eyes as she took a sip from her tea and swallowed it without grimacing.

The conversation at the table had picked up again and Tony eyed the sugar suspiciously before he decided to take it as well. After hesitating once more he finally put a teaspoon of sugar into his coffee. With a sigh, he took a big sip of his coffee just to spit it out immediately.

“You minx!” Loki gasped proudly, “Did you swap the shakers?”

“Me? I could never.” Y/N grinned cheekily.

“I'm falling in live with you over and over again.” Loki swooned with a grin just as wide as Y/N's, pecking her lips softly.

#loki #loki x reader #loki x fem!reader #loki x you #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #loki oneshot #loki drabble #loki blurb #loki friggason #loki laufeyson #loki odinson

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imperialstark · 6 months

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Steve has $123.45 to buy a date outfit at your local mall (his friends pitched in and made him promise he’d spend it on cloths). He and Tony are going to a local, slightly upscale Italian restaurant for their first date. Where should he shop and what should he buy? And if he has any money left over what else does he buy for the date?

(Let’s assume Tony has already said he’s paying for the food because he has a “coupon” (Tony is hiding how rich he is so’s not to intimidate Steve? Or he got cut off and isn’t rich but he’s got an actual coupon) so all that money is for Steve to spend on himself. Maybe there’s a rumor (true or not) that the hostess of the restaurant will not seat you if you look too “cheap” so Steve has THAT hanging over his head)

((It can either by smoll Steve or Steve who just got his growth spurt and owns NOTHING nice that fits him and none of his friends have anything he can borrow now either he’s shot up so big and tall))

this feels like one of those math problems i used to cry over in elementary school dhdhdghd

real talk though, if i were one of steve's friends in this verse, i would tell him to buy something that he feels comfortable wearing, fits well, and he would wear outside of this one date. he could find a good pair of jeans (dark wash, straight leg, no rips or holes) at american eagle for about $50. a long sleeve or long sleeve polo at abercrombie and fitch for about $40. he could also hit up a discounted retailer like marshalls, ross, nordstrom rack, etc. and easily find a pair of decent dress shoes for about $30. he should stick with colors and silhouettes that suit him and he should be good to go! hope this helps! 💖💖

#steve rogers #gabi talks

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Hey! Hope you’re having a great day today. There was just a question I have and I feel like you would be the most suited to answer it.

would you recommend listening (audiobook) to the entire ggy story? I already know the basic premise and what is implied to happen in the end (rip tony you were a real one) but I found the audiobook on YouTube and I’ve considered it but I’m not sure if it’s worth it. Because I know glitchtrapped Greg is basically canon at this point but I know there’s been debate on whether the tales of the pizzaplex stories are canon or not. Or if there’s any other totp stories that are worth reading. :) thanks!

you should totally read it!! if its just to get lore then it may not be worth it, but the book itself is just rlly good i think. i loved it. theres also more gregory dialogue even if hes ggyed so thats always cool. and for your tftp statement ggy is actually in security breach on the arcades before ggy even released, so he was definitely intended from the beginning!

since those go hand in hand if youre interested in ggy at all reading the book is a good idea. i remember i knew that gregory was glitchtrapped before reading ggy but after i read the book it made me see it diffetently its just more insight i think. both on ggy and gregory as a character. i would reccommend it just because i loved it and its about gregory and the other characters in it are also good

#pandas asks #pandas.txt #pandas talks #ggy

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thedelusionreaderbitch · 11 months

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Peter Parker x Nb! Sibling! Reader - Calm of the mind, mind of the calm (PRIDE 2023)

A/n: Whether reader and peter are biologically related or adopted is never specified and up to the reader! Also don't ask me how this works in the timeline because it doesn't. Enjoy the second installment to the fics of pride 2023!

*There is a note at the end of this fic, there is a disclaimer about the fandom, but I didn't want to put it at the start because it would spoil the fic!*

(The reader's agab is not mentioned in this fic!)

Summary: To Y/n, they've never been one or the other. Now that it's out though, they need a new place to stay.

Warnings: swearing, homelessness, transphobia/homophobia, self esteem issues, mental parental abuse, I think that's it? You have been warned!

The 3 P's:

[Pronouns used: they/them] [Pov: 3rd person] [Pairings: (sibling!) peter x reader, (platonic!) peter x may x reader, (parental!) peter x tony, (parental!) tony x reader, (mentioned! platonic!) avengers x peter]

They never really understood it.

The way people would be well- people. Look at each other and think boy, or girl, instead of; red head, or brown eyes. It all seemed so silly to them, the way the world appeared to work.

They never told Peter this, their lovely brother, their brother who had enough on his shoulders. He didn't need their shit added onto his trauma, and workload. Peter's always been too self-sacrificing for his own good, yet there was a need to tell someone, so they told May.

They told her how sometimes when they looked at the stars they wished they were one of them instead of some person on earth with everyone else. How sometimes when they looked in the mirror they would trace their face thinking about everything they would change about it to appear more the way they wanted it to. To have someone look at them and have to look twice, then again, and maybe even four times, they want strangers to gaze upon them and debate; "Boy or girl? What is it? I can't tell!"

They told her how sometimes they'll stare at the animals across the street and think about how easy it must be for them, to just be who they are and not have to be forced into a box.

Forced to chose, one or the other - how lucky they must be.

And lucky they were, because May had not agreed to them at all.

She had told them that they had to realize that- that, whatever they were doing wasn't natural, that it wasn't real. What they were trying to get themself to feel was delusional, and that there was only 'he' or 'she' nothing more.

Their aunt had quickly stormed out saying that; "I don't want to hear another word about it from you again."

Then she left for work and the tears didn't come. They didn't flood forward with gushing waves, they just felt nothing, empty, numb. Probably, shock.

They had trusted someone with- with something so vulnerable, and deep, it was like ripping open their own skin and showing the truth underneath. Here! I am here!

For someone to reject something so pure, and true, was nearly criminal. How could someone do that?

Then the tears came, not rushing - not at first anyways. Maybe they didn't come unrestrained, but they didn't stop. They didn't stop for a long time, so long they were afraid that someone was going to see.

Therefore they locked themself in their room.

They did this for weeks, they didn't talk to Peter, May or any friends at school. They didn't attend dinner, they barely ate as they didn't want to be around the people in their own home.

It was May's words that clinged with them after, that circled around in their head for hours on end just stuck on repeat.

"I don't want to hear another word about it from you again."

If nobody wanted to see, then why ever bother showing up in the first place?

Peter was frankly fed up, and worried about their behavior.

Nobody seemed to have any answers as to why Y/n was disappearing, the only person that looked as though she had any idea what was going on was his aunt May. However she wouldn't say a word about it to Peter and would just roll her eyes and say; "Y/n is fine."

Peter was not very convinced that a quote on quote "fine" person will isolate themself from everyone.

Finally he decided Y/n needed to talk to him, and the time was now.

"Y/n." Peter whispered from the other side of the door gently. Barely loud enough for them to hear him but still loud enough for them to jump when they hear it.

"Can I come in?"

As soon as they hear their brother's voice they very nearly start running crazily around the room shoving stuff around to stop Peter (from coming inside their room no doubt) before jumping out the window (they'll be fine) and running off hopefully before he could catch them.

That didn't happen though.

Of course that didn't happen.

This is Peter Parker, their brother, and fucking Spiderman, he didn't wait for their response he was already pick locking the door. (Y/n's going to have to have a serious talk with him later when to use his superhero abilities, and when not to use them. [And no, they do not care if the one and only Natasha Romanoff showed him how to do it herself, it's not cool to invade someone's privacy.])

When he opens the door they definitely don't expect him to look worried. Angry perhaps, but concern? For some reason it had invaded their mind that their brother had stopped caring about them.

(They tell themself that May hadn't planted that seed. But they don't quite know if they believe it.)

He didn't talk to them right away, he just slowly guided them to their bed where they sat, while Peter took one of those rolly chairs they had in their room.

"What's going on n/n?"

"I-" Their voice is hoarse, not from lack of use but rather the emotion that comes with it.

"May, she-"

Peter nodded his head understanding slightly that this had something to do with May. "Ya, I got the part that May was involved somehow."

"I don't want to hear another word about it from you again."

But that's not how it works is it? You can't force people to be quiet, they'll be an out cry, people will riot. People aren't meant to be quiet they are meant to be loud and annoying and maybe even obnoxious, but that's what makes them human. It's what makes us all human - our voice, even if we don't speak with it, or if the people around you don't understand it. It shapes us.

"I told her I'm nonbinary." They spoke calmly, and strong now. "And now I'm also telling you I guess." Their voice flatters by the end.

Peter blinks for two, three, four, five seconds before finally - finally breaking the silence.

"Oh thank god, that's it? OH! I didn't mean it like that! But when you're a superhero you kinda assume the worst so-"

Their giggle cuts off Peter's ramble and he smiles at himself because he made his sibling laugh when he's sure they haven't in a while.

"I'm guessing May didn't take it very well basing off your expression from before?"

They just shake their head; "No, she- I don't know if I can stay here." They whisper while they curl into themself slightly.

Peter had always loved May like a mother, while Y/n coming from where they came from always saw her as more as an aunt rather than a mother. A very parental aunt, but an aunt nonetheless.

Meaning that they were a little scared of what their brother's reaction was going to be.

"That bad? Well, I might know a place where you can stay."

Everything in the room seemed to sag in relief at his response, the tension dissipating within a mere second.

And they knew everything was going to turn out just fine, maybe not great but fine was better than terrible.

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While they had most of their things with them, there was some stuff that they did leave behind. Not anything absurdly big, or anything that they would miss, just some blankets and sheets, that kind of stuff.

Peter had said they wouldn't need to bring their mattress, sheets, blankets, or anything along those lines. It made them wonder where they were going to stay.

After the first few awkward sentences of that conversation with Peter that felt like just yesterday. While the both of them had talked about a lot more since then. Like what their were pronouns (they/them,) if they thought they were going to get any surgeries in the future, or if they wanted to take hormones of any kind.

Of course they had talked about the living situation but Peter had never said with who, they would be living with. Which made them extremely nervous, and leaving them feeling like an idiot.

If they had known who they were staying with, they would have never said yes.

Oh, what a shock it was when they stood right in front of the Avengers compound in upstate new york. Really though, with their brother being Spiderman they should have seen this coming.

Although they thought they would be staying with maybe one of Peter's friends temporarily? Like Michelle, she seemed cool! Plus Y/n knows enough about the Avengers and Tony Stark (or Tony Stank as Y/n and May used to say jokingly to Peter to piss him off. [Now the memory is harsh around the edges and blue in color.]) to know that any commitment with them is anything but temporary.

"Peter, there's no way I'm staying here."

Their brother only grins, almost mischievous but loving in nature. "Mr. Stark already agreed, plus you can't even move out of May's place legally until you turn eighteen, and Mr. Stark has the best lawyers money can buy."

They couldn't help the rolling their eyes at how formal Peter was despite knowing Tony for quite a long while now. (Even though they know they will probably be doing the same.) Yet their heart warmed, they hadn't even thought about the legal side of things. Although it would seem unlikely that May would call any authorities over them running away, it would be good to be with someone who could back them up if she did.

As they sigh in defeat the car rolls to a stop at the Avengers compound, and they have to mentally prepare themself for what's to come.

Oh, come on, who are they kidding? Their life has been shattered, there was no way in hell that they were going to being able to properly mentally prepare themself for living with a bunch of superheros that have better things to do. (They have people to save, universe to keep from collapsing! Much more pressing issues than a homeless teenager.) They shouldn't have to worry about them.

Suddenly, their door is happened by a man in a suit so expensive they want to let their head smash into the pavement. As their eyes examine the man's watch all the way to his piercing brown eyes.

Eyes that are sad, but wide, like they've seen thing they can't even imagine. Wars, death, victory, and new hopes. Yet they look at them, like they can't imagine what their going through, like their problems is more important than keeping the world from imploding.

(It makes the seed wither slightly, yet it's roots still remain.)

"Hey Kid, call me Tony, because if I have to get called Mr. Stark by someone who lives with me, I might just lose it."

Their face splits into a wide grin as Peter groans behind them. A fondness spreading across their body as they smile at Iron man like he's just saved them from an monstrosity.

(The best part is, he did.)

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*disclaimer! I know May would have probably never kicked the reader out but I was venting!*

-thedelusionreaderbitch

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