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You Have Me For The Night (18+)

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MCU AU (Female Reader X WandaNat)

Summary: You need a job and money. Luckily, Natasha Romanoff knows exactly what you can do.

Word Count: 11.7K

Content: Heavy Smut! Sex!!! Fingering, Mommy Kink, Daddy Kink, Edging, Begging, Strap, Praise, switch!Wanda, Transactional Relationship, Corruption kink(?), Oral, Handjob, Aftercare, Feelings

Also special thanks to @lesbianpizza for their help from time to time ❤️

Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff were stuck, and they knew it.

To be more specific, their marriage was stuck.

They loved each other deeply and cared for one another more than themselves. But between training, missions, and the workload of it all. They never ended up on the same page. Or together. In fact, it had been weeks upon weeks since Natasha had touched Wanda and vice versa.

So when week five turned into six. Both of the women felt like they were losing it. Wanda wanted to cry because Nat was across the globe while Natasha wanted to capture their mark and kill the man who made her miss her very spicy scheduled FaceTime call with her little Wands.

But here's where you come in.

You see. You've always been.. flexible. Open-minded.

And with a little download of a very specific new app and a background check using SHIELD encrypted servers led one wife... renting... you for the other.

But we're getting a little ahead of ourselves. So let's back it up a bit and show what happened before you pulled up to a lovely house in upstate New York.

"How's the job hunt going?" Your best friend and roommate Ava Starr asked, making you sigh. Truth be told, since your girlfriend up and left you five months ago for her coworker Jean. You haven't done much of anything. I mean, you cried and got angry and cried again. Got sad. Thought about adopting a cat. But didn't and then cried about not adopting the cat. On top of that, since your father's recent death, you've been coasting off his inheritance. But that money was slowly disappearing.

Hence, the job hunt.

"Oh, it's going.." You reply while you skim through Netflix before switching to Hulu, not satisfied with any of the options. Ava huffs from the kitchen before entering the living room and yanking the Roku remote from your hand, turning the TV off. "Hey!" You barely moved from your laying position on the couch.

Ava walks in front of you, making you eye level with her legs. "Did you use my razor? Your legs are looking better than normal." "Y/N!" Your roommate exclaims, making you look up to her. "Get up." You shake your head. "No."

"Y/N."

"I don't want to." Ava rolls her eyes at you. "Y/N. Now." You groan loudly and annoyingly before sitting up. "Child." Ava huffs at you before sitting right next to you. "Have you at least gone out?"

You know what Ava is getting at. The have you tried dating or hooking up? Question. "Tuesday night." You reply, making Ava furrow her eyebrows before she closes them. "Y/N. You and I went out for Chinese on Tuesday night!"

"I went out!" You whine. "With me. We're not dating!" Ava yells and pushes your shoulder lovingly. "We could."

"We could what?"

"Date." You wiggle your eyebrows as Ava laughs. "No. We couldn't. You're not my type."

"What to pretty?"

"Too annoying." She beat you there. "Besides. You know what I'm getting at." Ava gets up to check on her pasta. You let your body go limp and slide down the couch, forcing your sweatshirt to ride up, exposing your stomach. "Did you even try the apps I downloaded for you!" Ava yells from the kitchen. You mumble in response to her that she surprisingly hears.

"Maybe you just need something new," Ava spoke as she came into the room again with a bowl in her hand. "Maybe." You reply. "Where's your phone?" Ava asks as you slide back up the couch, pulling your shirt down. "I don't know somewhere ar-"

"I got it."

You shrugged as Ava typed in your password and searched through the App Store for you. She started asking you questions, but you were too focused on stealing her bowl of food to notice. She even slapped your hand away when you weren't being as sneaky as you thought.

"Oh, can it." Says your so-called best friend.

You sniffed loudly as she handed your phone back to you. "What is it?" You asked, looking at an empty profile of yourself. "I downloaded an app called hush. It's supposed to solve the two biggest problems you are doing nothing about. Basically, have sex. Get money."

You looked through the photos of the women on the app and felt your face getting warm. "How did you find out about it?" You asked, unable to pull your eyes away from a blonde woman named Carol. "I didn't. It was new. But the reviews seem to be nothing but praise. Plus, only women are allowed to use it. I think it connects to your phone account or something.. I don't know... I just signed you up and hit okay every time a thing popped up." That made you pull your eyes away.

"What if I'm signed up to have like my kidneys harvested or something!?" Ava shrugs at you and spins a forkful of noodles. "It'll be better than to hear you close and reopen Netflix fifteen times a night."

"You're being mean tonight."

"Only because I love you."

You got that right.

You flip through the profile and information tabs. "hush haven for under satisfied hores..?" You did a double-take as you read the words again. Ava snickered while watching you. "They spelled whores wrong." You pointed out, making Ava smack you on the arm.

"Okay, so once I upload my.. pictures.." You look to Ava, who nods along. "And select which category I'm in. Giver or Muse... Then it looks like I wait until someone swipes on me. And then the conversation can start.."

Ava sets her bowl of food down and leans over to help you. "Alright. Let's get to work." She states, forcing you to look at her dumbfounded. "But I was going to look through my.." "Nudes?" She cuts you off. "So what, dude? I've known you half your life. Grow up." Ava makes a point and grabs the phone out of your hand. You don't even try to fight because you get distracted by her pasta. Not wasting another second, you grab it and shove a forkful in your mouth.

"Hey!" Ava finally looks up from the phone. "Come on! I bought dinner on Tuesday." You claim, which Ava rolls her eyes at. "Fine." Ava goes back to your phone before she remembers. "Wait, no, you didn't! I did!"

It's a wonder how you ended up in the bedroom of Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff.

As Ava and you set aside your food-related differences and finish setting up your profile. Across the globe, The Black Widow is sitting in a dingy one-bedroom flat waiting for her ride home after taking down an illegal arms operation.

When her phone rings, she expects it to be Wanda but gets disappointed when it's a bald one-eyed man. "Fury," Natasha says in a manner only she can to a superior. "Romanoff." He replies. "I see you didn't run into any trouble on your little excursion." He smiles, knowing Natasha isn't. "Just the usual. Wasn't even a challenge. I made one guy break his own arm just so he wouldn't have to deal with me."

Fury raises an eyebrow. "I'm sure he was more than happy to do so." Natasha shrugs. "Eh, I still pepper-sprayed him." Natasha leans back in the wooden chair she's in. "So what's the call for?"

"I got some intel on a dark web app called hushquietly launching. Don't know if it's legit. Don't know if it's not. But I figured while I got you waiting on a ride, you could help me out. What do you say, Romanoff?"

Natasha sighs. Nicks got her. "I'll let you know what I find."

"Appreciate it. Say hi to Misses for me when you get home." The line goes dead, and Natasha is left wondering about Wanda. Her smile. Her laugh. Her eyes. Her body. How much she misses her touch. How badly she wants to be with her right now. To feel her.

She dips her back and bites her lip before remembering where she was. "Goddamnit!" Natasha curses and storms off to gather her laptops and get to work.

Safe to say, over the next couple of hours, Natasha couldn't find anything on this so-called hush. The keyword existed but not in a way that would be important to SHIELD or The Avengers. Natasha even scoured the ligament app stores repeatedly, and nothin- "Wait a minute.." Natasha leaned forward and clicked on an app that she could've sworn wasn't there a second ago.

Once the app opened, it was apparent that this was not what Fury was looking for. But.. Natasha didn't stop... She looked over the fine detail of the signup menu and the tagline below.

"A special someone for your special someone."

She looked over the full name of the app before she made sure to think about what she was doing. The line between right and wrong was a little blurry. But the line in the sand was quickly drawn when Natsah's phone went off.

A text from her wife.

"I don't know when you'll see this, Milaya, but I just want you to know that while I think about you every day... right now, I'm thinking about you in a way that makes me cry because you can't fuck me."

Attached was a photo of her Sokovian in Natasha's favorite red lingerie set.

Natasha's fingers hovered over the keys to type a response before stopping herself and smiling.

Not too much later, a message was sent.

Natasha leaned back in her chair, smiling, sipping on a beer. On her laptop was every single thing she could find about you. When everything came up green, and the a-okay was given to Natasha's brain, she let you know your services would be required.

Natasha held her phone and double-checked that the cameras inside and outside the house were in working order.

They were.

"This should be fun."

Ding!

Your phone lit up with a notification from hush. It worked. Whatever you and Ava did worked. "Dude!" Ava looked at the message from a very hot redhead named Natalie. "You have to take this!" You paused your show and looked at the message. You barely skimmed it before you saw the price that was being offered to you. That made you go over and re-read everything Natalie sent.

"I told you the Halloween Catsuit picture would be a good choice!" Ava cheered as you clicked on the pictures of Natalie. You knew the pictures had to be of her. The app ran an algorithm that detected fake/ai photos. So, was Natalie like a model? Or just sculpted by the gods? What did they need you for?

But as you re-read the message for a third time. You still couldn't believe it.

"Hello Y/N,

I'm just going to cut straight to the chase. I want your services tonight for my wife, Wendy.

I'm away on business, and lately, I haven't been able to give my wife the satisfaction she needs. So, inquiring someone as beautifully stunning as you isn't a wrong place to ask. I'm willing to spend $10,000 for tonight's services and hoping we can bend the rules a little. If you accept, we will discuss more.

Hope to hear from you ;)"

You stared down at your phone, unaware of Ava reading over your shoulder. Your only focus was on three things.

1. Natalie wants you to fuck her wife. 2. She called you beautifully stunning, which means she's seen your pics, and that made you get very, very, very warm. 3. $10,000.

Your phone dinged again as a new message appeared while your brain was processing.

Okay, now there was one more thing on your mind.

Natalie's wife, Wendy.

"After this, I won't be able to send you anything else until you accept. So, with that in mind, Y/N, here's a picture of Wendy from Halloween last year. I thought you might enjoy this since you posted that very sexy Catsuit photo from Halloween. Anyways, cute, right? Just imagine what she's like when she is begging to be fucked like the slut she is."

The accept button was staring at you in the face.

After looking at a picture like that, how could you say no?

"She's gorgeous," Ava spoke up for the both of you. You just nodded before moving your lips. "She is." Then it dawned on you once again."Holy fuck."

Wendy's wife was about to pay you $10,000 to have sex with someone that you'd pay to hurl slurs at you. Not that you think Wendy would, but you get the point.

Natasha's phone beeped on the bedside table where she was staying. She leaned over, wearing nothing but a black t-shirt and bike shorts, having changed after Fury told her that her ride would be delayed.

Anyways. It wasn't Wanda or Fury messaging her.

It was you.

She smiled and felt the giddiness run through her body when she read the words: "I accept."

The money hit your account quicker than you thought possible. Seconds after you accepted Natalie's offer, the money was there.

Along with an address and Natalie's preferences for what you should wear for Wendy.

- No Panties - Black Dress - Black Tights - Black Heels - Peach Lipstick

You didn't know why it had to be peach lipstick, but when you asked Natalie, she told you to "ask Wendy."

Regardless, Ava and you couldn't believe it. You couldn't think that this was actually happening. That this was going to work. Which meant you couldn't believe that you had to tell Ava that she was right for once.

Luckily, Ava didn't let it get to her head. (She did, especially because she just happened to have the peach lipstick you needed.)

Ava offered to drive you to the location typed in, in your maps app, but you've seen the way she drives, and you'd like to arrive in one piece, so you Ubered.

"Couple of minutes out." You messaged "Natalie".

Unbeknownst to you was that Natasha was already tracking you. Laying in bed, one arm propping her up, she watched a little dot, you, arrive closer and closer to the house she and her wife, Wanda, shared.

Natasha could imagine your face sprinkled with curiosity as the Uber made its way up the winding road that was their driveway.

Even better was the fact that Wanda knew nothing. After messaging her wife earlier, she had to be left to her own devices, which was nice and all, but Wanda was missing contact. Her vibrator and fingers could only do so much. She missed the touch of someone on her body. Lips on her own. Fingers in her hair. She needed it and more!

Badly!!

Wanda turned off the living room TV after not paying attention to anything for the last half hour and was ready to head upstairs when her phone started ringing.

Stopping in front of the stairs, she smiled. "Hi, baby!" Wanda giggled, hoping Natasha would be home soon. "Hi detka." Her wife replied. "How are you?" Wanda asked as she ran up the stairs to peel off her sweats she put on following her afternoon activities. "I'm good Wands. Waiting for my ride out. So I'll be home later than scheduled."

Wandastoppedmoving as her pants fell to the ground, revealing the red strap she put on earlier just for Natasha. "Oh.." The disappointment in Wanda's voice was evident. "Wanda-" "No, it's okay, Tasha. I get it." Wanda sadly took off her top and was about to remove the harness when Natasha's voice spoke up on speaker. "Stop what you're doing!"

Wanda froze her movement. "Don't take that off!" Natasha spoke again. "How did- cameras." Even though Wanda couldn't see it, her wife smiled. "Turn around for me, beautiful." Wanda took her hands off the strap and turned around to the camera in the corner of the ceiling. Smiling at it when she saw the red light glowing underneath it.

Natasha was watching.

"Was that for me?" Natasha smirked. "It was."Wanda grabbed the phone and walked around to the side of the bed, bringing herself closer to the camera. Leaning back so Natasha gets the full of view of her naked wife with a 7" red silicone cock.

"What was my little witch planning on doing with it?" Natasha asked, knowing full damn well. Wanda playfully rolled her eyes at the nickname.

"I think only good girls who come home are allowed to know," Wanda spoke as she turned around, showing off her big smooth ass. Working out with a spy has its benefits.

"So if I were there, you'd do something about it?" Natasha asked while her eyes watched your dot stop right in front of the house. Your Uber leaving. Wanda still having no idea.

Wanda sat on the bed, smiled, and stared at the camera as she started moving her hand up and down the shaft of the cock. "Yes." The Sokovian spoke.

Nat bit her lip as the ring camera went off. The noise and notification alerting Wanda as well. "Is that you?" She looked up to the camera, asking. "No, baby. It's not. But it's for you, my Wendy."

Wanda turned and grabbed her phone, confused. "For me? Wendy-" The alias made Wanda remember times before the I Do's. "Natasha, what did you do?" Wanda was about to take her strap off yet again when Natasha commanded her not to.

"Keep it on. But on your pink robe. She'll explain everything detka. I'll call you in a bit. I'll be watching on cams."

With that, Natasha hung up and left Wanda in their bedroom, horny and confused about what her wife had in store. She turned her head and saw the red light still on. Okay. Wanda thought. Let's see what this is. She ran to the bathroom and slipped on her pink-colored robe before making her way downstairs.

On the front porch, you felt sillier and sillier. The doorbell had gone off twice, and no one had come to the door. You were about to call it quits and probably cry when you got home when your phone buzzed.

"She's coming, baby, don't worry."

If the term of endearment didn't make you blush, then the woman on the other side of the door would have when it flew open, revealing the woman from the photo sent earlier.

This time, instead of a Halloween costume, she was wearing a bathrobe. Her smooth skin was darker than in the photo, and the picture you saw didn't do her eyes justice. Standing before you, you could see pools of emeralds she had been blessed with. Her freckles and moles danced across her body, making you look everywhere before you focused up and smiled as she did the same. "Hi." She softly spoke.

Her slightly accented voice makes you want to scream without the s.

"Hi." You smiled like an idiot, even extending your hand like one, too. "Y/N." Wanda smiled at your cuteness. "Wendy." She said, knowing you'd believe it. "So what do I owe the pleasure, Y/N?" Wanda stepped onto the front porch, coming closer to you. She was now at your level. A bit shorter than you, thanks to your heels.

The step down made her cock jiggle, not that you saw. You fumbled over your words, making Wendy smile and giggle. You froze and let a heatwave run over your body. That giggle of hers, you'd do anything to hear it again.

"Try again, sweetheart."

The pet name should've clued you into the fact that maybe Wendy already knew what you were doing here, but it didn't. You just smiled and started speaking while trying not to get lost in her eyes.

Oh, Tasha, she's so cute. Where did you get this one?

While you poorly explained the events that led you to having an app placed onto your phone, Wanda decided to look you over discretely.

Natasha dressed you. If the black on black on black wasn't a giveaway, then the peach lipstick would've been.

Wanda smiled as she watched your kissable peach-covered lips move. She was going to have fun with you.

Wanda's eyes quickly moved up your body again past the black heels that you'd be in all night and up your legs. Your dress stopping not even mid-way down your thighs.

Wanda was highly aware of what all of this meant.

"...so then, after seeing that cute costume, I accepted. I must say you're much more beautiful in person. Natalie didn't do you justice." You rambled, and Wanda picked up the name Natasha was going with. "Why thank you, Y/N." Wanda smiled before opening her mouth again.

"I know you said this was your first time using this.. app.. but have you ever done something like this?" Wanda needed to know. You slowly shook your head, and Wanda had to do her best to keep her lips from spreading into a wide smile. "Good." She said. "Good."

You watched Wendy look you over once more. "You look stunning, Y/N. I'm lucky to have you tonight." You opened your mouth in shock. "No, Wendy, believe me. I'm the lucky one." She smiled at you before turning around and opening her door wide for you to follow her in. "We'll see."

Natasha watched you follow her wife inside on the ring camera and slowly moved her hand over her clothed pussy, still wet from when she saw Wanda's cock.

Your heels were loud against the hardwood floor of the modern house in the middle of nowhere. "It's beautiful." You looked around as you followed Wendy into a giant kitchen. "Thank you. Natas- Natalie and I designed it ourselves." Wanda quickly looked into the corner of the ceiling, the red light on.

"Could I interest you in anything to drink?" Wendy walked to the other side of the kitchen island. You were about to answer when you closed your mouth shut as your eyes landed on the woman's green eyes staring back at you. Her robe was no longer closed like it was moments ago. Instead, it was strategically open—a clear view of Wendy's side boobs and flat stomach. You could now pinpoint a mole on her left breast. You licked your lips as she leaned forward over the island. Her lower half was still a mystery to you as her boobs threaded to spill out.

"I- I-" You stuttered, forcing Wendy to lean up and smirk at you. "You really haven't done anything like this before. Aren't you adorable?" She said the second sentence under her breath, but you heard her.

That made your legs press together.

Through the laptop screen, Natasha smirked, too. Wanda and Natasha were always teaching each other things. But the ability to flirt and get what you want was masterfully taught to Wanda over the years. "You're doing so good, baby.." Natasha moaned as her finger brushed over her covered clit.

"Here, we'll start with some water." Wendy turned away from you, opening their fridge and pulling out a water bottle. She opened it quickly and set it down near her. "Come here." She spoke softly to you. You swallowed and made your way across the kitchen. The only noise in the house being your heels.

Wanda closed a drawer and placed a straw in your bottle as you stopped before her. Still unaware of the surprise under the robe. "I wouldn't want you to mess up your lipstick."

Not yet.

"Thank you." You awkwardly smiled and took the bottle from Wendy, who watched you drink it like a proud mother. "Good job." She whispered as her right hand pushed some of your loose hairs behind your ear. Her delicate fingers moved down behind your ears and to your neck. Stopping there. "Finished?" She asked as her other hand reached and grabbed the water bottle from you. You nodded as Wendy took a sip as well.

The cold contact from the water made goosebumps appear all over Wendy's body.

Wanda gasped and had a giant smile form as her nipples became hard and brushed up against the robe concealing them. Her eyes pierced through you as you smiled back at her. Your eyes quickly moving up from Wanda's cleavage. "Y/N?" She asked, setting the water down. "I'd like to ask a couple of questions that maybe my wife didn't ask or maybe things she already knows. If that's okay?"

You nodded.

"I like for you to speak when spoken to Y/N." Wendy gently but sternly reminded you as she ran her cold hands over your dress down to your hips, where she kept them in place. "How old are you?"

"25." You replied, making Wendy's face light up. "Wow. Still so young.." Wendy bit her lip. "Do you have a girlfriend?" You shook your head, earning a squeeze on the hips from Wendy. You did your best to hold in a moan but lightly failed. "Speak up, baby." Wanda teased.

"No girlfriend." Wanda smiled. "Good girl. Boyfriend?"

You quickly shook your head and told her no, making Wendy laugh. "Even better, detka.." She whispered as your breath became more erratic. "Safe word?" She asked.

You shook your head before speaking up. "Never had one before." For a split second, Wanda felt bad that you never had one, but her eyes sparkled with wild thoughts. "Mango. That's the word we'll use." The older woman decided. "Don't be afraid to use it either. It stops all actions and can keep you safe. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Good girl."

Natasha watched as her wife's hands moved from your hips to behind your back, right above your ass. Wanda was slowly pushing more and more into your space. Your lower back up against the kitchen island.

"Come on, Wanda, show her the camera..." Natasha pleaded.

"You can put your hands on me," Wendy spoke as she watched your hands rise and fall. "Go ahead. Touch me." She looked up to you. You placed your hands on her shoulder, still covered by the robe. "Are you nervous?" You both knew the answer, but Wanda wanted to hear you say it. "Yes."

"That's okay." Wendy's eyes sparkled. "Pretty soon, you won't be." That made your stomach flip positively. You think. "Here..." Wendy quickly removed her hands from you and pushed herself away. Covering her body with the robe again and leaning on the counter a couple of feet away from you.

You wanted to whine at the loss of contact and the sight of her body, but you didn't. Instead, you looked shocked. "I'll start slow and help ease you. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Good girl." Your cheeks went red again, but Wendy didn't stop to comment on it. "To help tonight go smoothly for you, I'm going to be honest." Wanda looked at the camera and back to you. "Wendy is not my name. It's Wanda. My wife is Natasha, not Natalie."

That definitely didn't help your nerves, but it made you feel better knowing that maybe they lied because for a good reason. "I trust you not to tell anybody about it tonight, so there's no harm in telling you our real names."

"Oh... okay. Is it a safety thing?" You asked as your nerves settled a bit. Wen-Wanda nodded. "Yeah. Something like that." You nodded back. "Will Natasha be mad?"

"She's probably a little annoyed as we're speaking, but come tomorrow morning, she'll be just fine. Don't you worry about her." Wanda scrunched her nose up at you as she took a step closer. You looked at her fondly as her eyes grazed over you. In a normal conversation, she's still a goddess.

How can she even be looking at me?

Wanda played with the large belt of her robe before letting the ends causally fall. You watch in one quick motion. Wanda slipped a shoulder out of her robe as she approached you. "Y/N.." She breathed out as you lifted your hand to touch her bare skin. The minuscule divots in your thumb smoothing over her shoulder. "Yes.." Your voice lost itself as you felt a yearning build deep within you.

"I want you to look at me," Wanda commanded, watching your eyes find hers.

She took a step towards you. "Y/N, in the corner of the ceiling, there is a camera with a red light on under it. That's Natasha. So I want you to say hi. Okay? Tell her that her wife is in good hands tonight. You do that, and you can touch more than just my shoulder... Is that something you want Y/N?" Before you can respond, she says:

"Because I want you to touch me."

Wanda bites her bottom lip and watches as you process this information. The two of you becoming wetter with every passing second. Especially when Wanda lays her left hand on the inside of your left thigh. "Tell her hi, baby.."

You close your eyes as the feeling of Wanda's hand on you burns, but it feels so fucking good. You turn your head and open your eyes to the red light in the corner. "Hi Natasha.." You pant as Wanda's hand rises. "Keep going." She says, like you're not struggling already. Fuck it has been a while since you got laid. "Your wife is in.. good hands t-tonight."

You turn back to Wanda, who surprises you by jumping into you and kissing you. You melt as your lips collide. A moan slipping through your lips. You inhale Wanda for the first time tonight and smell lavender. Her body falls on yours, and you wrap your arms tightly around her, pulling her closer, hoping to relieve the pressure between your legs.

But that's when you feel it and moan into Wanda's smirking mouth. "Wanda!" You moan again as Wanda pushes into you harder this time. "Oh, Y/N!" Wanda removes her lips from yours and sends them down your chin before latching onto your neck. Kisses slowly morph into bites and marks of territory.

After all, you were hers for tonight.

Natasha watches your breaths become ragged as you throw your head back and moan loudly. Natasha pants and moans her wife's own name as she slides two fingers up and down her wet clit before slowly putting her middle and ring finger into her needy pussy.

"Oh, Wanda! Fuck!"

"Take my robe off!" Wanda looks up at you, detaching her mouth from your red collarbone. You nod and make work of the robe before it falls to the floor, revealing Wanda and her heavenly body. You push her by her shoulders to get a good look at her.

Perfection. That is all that comes to mind.

"Natasha is lucky." You reiterate your point from earlier as you look down at her body. You're in awe even when your eyes land on the real surprise of tonight.

"Look at how wet you've already gotten it, Y/N."

You do, indeed, take a closer look and see that down the tip of the fake cock is your wetness. "No panties, baby?" Wanda asks in a voice that makes your brain short-circuit. You shake your head. "No panties, Mommy."

You, Wanda, and Natasha all went wide-eyed at that.

Your therapist is going to have more issues to work out next Thursday.

Wanda quickly recovered, unlike you, and took steps closer until she was right up against you like before. The tip of her cock sliding through your wet lips. Earning a visceral moan. "Just wait till later.." Her words hit your burning ears. You nodded and almost begged her to just fuck you right there, but Wanda placed her hands on your hands, stopping you from touching her. Her hips moving forward and back at a quicker pace as she placed kisses on your neck once again.

You couldn't process words, much less speak, at this moment.

You shrieked when Wanda bit you hard. You squirmed when Wanda's mouth didn't stop leaving darker marks than before. "Y/N.." She groaned. "I want you to thank Natasha for this." Your mouth hung open as the length of the cock continuously slid up and down your wet pussy. "Thank her for the both of us. Can you do that?" You wanted to say yes, but the feeling of pure bliss was coming, and you didn't want it to stop.

Neither did Wanda, but this was just light fun. This was the first phase.

Once you two made it upstairs, that's when the real fun would begin.

But for now, the hunping began to slow, as did Wanda's kisses on your neck.

She lifted her head and let go of your hands. Her cock remained still as she took her hands to your face. Pulling your chin down to look at her. "Don't make this difficult," Wanda warned you as you were coming down from your non-orgasm. You went to nod, but Wanda's other hand touched you. While Wanda's shaft was up against your thighs and pussy her fingers found your clit. Soaked and desperate for attention again, she slowly began circling it with precision.

"Look at the camera and thank my wife. Thank Natasha." Her pace increased, as did your breathing. You closed your eyes and opened your mouth.

"Thank-k.." Wanda's other hand reached your back and held you in place. "Keep going, Y/N."

"Th-thank you-u..." You moaned loudly. "Wanda!" "Don't stop!" Her middle finger was now helping you get closer and closer to the edge.

"Natasha-ah! Thank you!" You squealed as Wanda's fingers immediately left you. In an instant, your back slammed against the kitchen island as Wanda thrusted her cock against your clit. You stumbled in your heels and fell back onto the countertop. Your open legs and wet thighs on display for Wanda thanks to your dress riding up.

Wanda was in love with your body.

Meanwhile, you had yet to cum. You had never experienced something like this, and you were so thankful that it wasn't going to stop. "Come here." Wanda reached up and grabbed you by your wrists. Pulling you off the countertop and in front of her yet again. "Strip!"

You stumbled again as you tried to find your footing. Two times, you had been denied an orgasm, yet you couldn't help but feel a little shy and smile as you nodded and went to take your heels off for Wanda. But she stopped you forcefully, grabbing you by your arm. "Y/N.." She looked at your furrowed brows. "We talked about this earlier. I like for you to speak when spoken to Y/N." You nodded again. She was right. "I'm sorry."

Then, a smile appeared on Wanda's face. "There we go. But what else do we say? I'm sorry..." You tilted your head at her before it dawned on you. "I'm sorry, Mommy."

Wanda smiled wider and leaned forward to kiss you. "That's my girl. I'm sorry I had to grab you like that, but I want you to be good. Okay?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Okay. Now, I only want you to strip out of the dress. Keep the tights and heels on for me." You nodded again as Wanda pulled you away from the kitchen and island and more towards the open space of the giant room. Closer to the camera. "Do it here." She turned to you and waited for you to get to work. Once you started, a smile never left Wanda's face. "You're so beautiful, Y/N." She said again, making you blush. "Isn't she Nat?" Wanda looked up to the camera while she walked around you. Hand stroking her wet cock.

All thanks to you.

Natasha twitched as her wet fingers slid over her swollen clit. She smiled and watched your dress hit the floor. "She's adorable," Natasha spoke to herself. But Wanda knew. She also knew Natasha was going to thoroughly enjoy what was to come.

You weren't sure what to do. Well, you knew you wanted to have sex; no, sorry, that's wrong- You knew you wanted to be fucked by Wanda, but you were in no position to make demands or ask questions. Since you stepped foot into this house, Wanda was in charge.

And you didn't want to upset Mommy.

So your anticipation built over the next few seconds as Wanda stared at your body. You could see it in her eyes that she was fascinated with you, which was nice. It felt terrific. But all you wanted was her touch again. To actually feel her again!

So when Wanda stepped right over your dress and put her hands on your body, you let out a moan just for her. Your thighs clamped together just as her lips found their way to your nipple, sucking it into her mouth, biting your breast. Her left hand landed on your other boob. Her fingers trailed to push it up and take it into her hand. Groping you. The rough feeling sending waves of pleasure all over your body. Her other hand found its way to your hip bone. Kneading and pulling you close. Forcing your wet thighs to push up against her cock. Begging for an opening.

You rolled your eyes back and spread your legs for Wanda's cock to slide right in and over your core. Both of your stomachs slamming into one another, making you put your hands on Wanda's back. Pulling her close. "Someone's desperate." She chuckled as you squirmed and nodded.

You wanted it so bad.

But you were denied once again as Wanda began to pull back. You immediately refocused your eyes and looked down at Wanda with a plead stuck in your throat as she lifted her mouth off your boob.

"Does someone want to cum?"

You nodded. "Please." Wanda smiled at that and kissed your chest up to your neck. Her cock sliding up and down your pussy. "Not yet." You went to whine, but Wanda stopped you. "Not here. Let's go upstairs." You looked down at Wanda to make sure she was serious.

Wanda slowly pulled her long red silicone cock from in between your thighs and grabbed your hand to lead you. "We'll go slow. Just follow me." You nodded and slowly did follow Wanda.

No matter how close, your legs felt like jelly.

"What about Natasha?" You asked as you hit the first step. "You'll be seeing her soon," Wanda replied with a smirk you didn't see.

The same style used throughout the house continued into the bedroom, shared by the woman placing you on the soft bed and the woman somewhere else watching you through a camera.

It was cute, and it seemed to suit Wanda for the most part.

"That's Natasha's side," Wanda said as she came back to you from closing the bedroom door. You went to move, but Wanda stopped you. "Don't." Stern but gentle. You were picking up that that's how Wanda was. She was caring, giving, and someone who you could easily trust. But slowly, she showed you she can be strong, disciplined, and hard.

No pun intended.

"Scoot back a bit." You did as you were told and moved your ass away from the edge. Wanda sat down on the bed right next to you. You felt her soft legs brush up against your own, making you react. "You've been wonderful so far tonight, Y/N." Wanda's left hand started rubbing up and down your thigh. Your kegs spreading themselves open without being told. "See." Wanda brings her hand closer to your center. "You're so good. I know you can't wait to have my cock inside you, huh?" You rolled your head over to Wanda as your body begins to buckle as her hand brushes over your clit.

You have never been teased for this long.

"I can't wait, Mommy." You whine. Wanda smiles. "Thank you for being honest, baby." She leans into you and kisses your lips. Each kiss becomes shorter as your moans grow louder.

Wanda keeps her hand touching your wet folds, only stopping to grab your hand and place it on her cock. You freeze momentarily. "It's okay." Wanda breaths over your ear. "I just want to feel your hand jerk me off. Just for a bit, baby." Wanda kisses the side of your face and is happy when your hand slowly goes up and down her length. The action causing the inside of the strap to push up against Wanda's clit. "What's the safe word Y/N?"

"Mango."

Wanda hums. "Mommy is so proud of you." Wanda moans before her hand slips down, finally inserting two fingers inside you.

Through the camera in the corner, Natasha watches you moan the loudest you have all night. A smile on her face as the naked redhead flops her head back to her pillow as she works herself closer to another orgasm of the night. "Fuck her, Wanda. Make her your slut."

You continue pumping Wanda's cock as you feel yourself tighten around her fingers. You try not to, but you fall flat on your back as the pleasure is reaching its tipping point. "Oh god. You're so tight, Y/N! My cock is going to wreck that pretty pussy of yours!" Wanda is overjoyed at the sight of your body covered in sweat as her two fingers slide in and out of you. The faster and faster she goes, you shut your eyes tight as the pressure builds. You let out a vital moan as you feel the bed shift.

Wanda, getting up on her knees, moves her body closer to you. Your hand still on her cock lazily jerking her off as Wanda doesn't stop her assault on your pussy. "Is someone going to cum?" Wanda asks through ragged breaths as she's having just as much fun as you. Your mouth drops open, and you go to speak. But you just moan as your eyes roll back. "Going to cum for me, baby? Is my Y/N going to cum?" Wanda teases as her fingers curl inside of you. "Answer me." She demands but doesn't slow down.

"Ye-s! Momm- fuck!! I'm going to cu-mmm! I want cum so bad! Can I cum?!" The rest of the words get lost in your throat as Wanda pulls your legs back and has you spread so she can pump her fingers deeper into you. "You want to cum for me?" You rapidly nod as your brain goes dizzy. Wanda smiles as she runs her left hand through your hair before pulling the back of your head up. "Cum for Mommy!" That puts you over the edge. Your legs shake. "Holy fuck! I'm cumming. Oh my god! I'm cumming!"

Hearing your moans and pleas pushes Natasha to cum at the same time you do. A bliss-filled smile on her face as she removes her right hand from her center but keeps her left hand pressed on her throat until she's close enough to see stars.

She wonders if Wanda will do that to you tonight.

"That's it, baby." Wanda praises you as you come down from your high. Her fingers coated in you as she pulls out, making you whine at the loss. "It's okay," Wanda says, but when you look over, her eyes are on her hand. Not you. She also knows you're watching but doesn't pay you any attention as she slips her two Y/N-coated fingers into her mouth.

She moans and savors the taste of you.

She would never admit it, but you were almost more addicting than Natasha.

You tasted sweet, and Wanda wanted more. You watch her hand silently reach down to your spread pussy and slide the same two fingers between your folds. Careful not to brush past your clit.

She knew how sensitive it was at the moment.

You watch the finger shine in the bedroom's light before her tongue runs up the length of her middle finger before she finally looks at you. "Have you ever tasted yourself?" You shook your head. "No, Mommy." Wanda brings her fingers to you. "Open for me." You let your mouth drop open. Tongue flat as Wanda's fingers lay down on the pink bed. You close your lips and suck on her fingers.

A moan gets stuck in your throat.

You love the way you taste.

"I taste good, Mommy." Wanda smiles at you widely and nods. "Yes, you do, Y/N." She would like to think that she finger fucked you, dumb. Made you a submissive pet. To be hers. But Wanda doesn't know you.

She doesn't know how correct she'd be.

She doesn't know that you just had one of the best orgasms of what you're now realizing is a pretty bland, sex-filled life.

She doesn't know that something did happen when her fingers were inside of you. A switch got flicked on. Not only were you hers for tonight. But you wanted to be Wanda's for every night. You wanted more.

One app turned you into a dumb submissive little slut.

Your eyes dropped from Wanda's to see your hand was still on her fake cock. "Mommy?" You asked. "Yes." Wanda tilted her head with a smile. "I want more." You said, bringing your eyes up to hers. Both are blown out with lust. "I want your cock."

Wanda giggled, making it jump. "Where do you want my cock?"

Before you could answer, a cell phone started to ring. You knew it wasn't yours based on the ringtone and Wanda's reaction of looking in the corner at the camera. "Hold on." Wanda gently let go of your head and moved off the bed to her bedside table. Your lips curled into a smile as you watched her 7-inches jump with every step.

As Wanda picked the phone up, you looked over her body once more. You couldn't believe the natural beauty she had. Her body was yours to worship. Well, yours and "Natasha!" Wanda exclaimed purposefully.

You looked up at Wanda, holding her phone up.

FaceTime call, you thought.

You move your body slightly to lay more in the middle of the bed. Your head closer to the pillows than before. You try not to listen to Wanda and her wife's private conversation just in case it's important, but when "she's being such a good girl" gets said, you turn your head to Wanda, who is already looking at you. She winks at you, causing your stomach to flip and a giddy smile to appear on your face. "You missed her tasting herself?!" Wanda makes a gasping sound. "Tasha!"

"Give the phone to her Wands." Wandaobeys her wife, crawls onto the bed, and gives you the phone. On the screen is Natasha lying on a bed with her red hair sprawled out behind her. Her green eyes piercing you through the screen. She looks so fucking beautiful. More so than the photos on the hush. You see why her and Wanda are together.

It made a wave of jealousy wash over you before remembering the reason you were here.

You leaned up against the pillows as Natasha looked over your face. You quickly peered over the phone to see Wanda on her knees in front of your center. You smiled and wrapped your legs around her. Her mind getting the message, bringing her hands up and down your thighs. Just her touch was enough to make you hold in a moan.

"You've been doing so well, Y/N," Natasha told you. "Thank you." You shyly replied. "Don't be nervous just because I'm here now."

"You were always here," Wanda added, making Natasha wave her off. But only you could see it being in a smile to you. "Mommy says you taste sweet. Do you agree?" It'sthenthat you notice Natasha's right arm appears to be moving out of frame from the camera.

Natasha was fingering herself to you.

And she called Wanda Mommy.

"Yes, I do. Mommy's right." That made Natasha buck against herself, and you felt pride in making that happen. But your face of pride quickly disappeared when you felt Wanda's cock rub up and down your wet pussy. The tip sliding across your clit. Her movement growing faster. "Wand-mommy!" You moaned.

"Daddy just wants to see you taste yourself."

Daddy? But before you could question what you already knew, Wanda accidentally pushed half the length of the cock into you. Making you scream in pleasure because you and your pussy needed it.

You held tight to the phone as Wanda didn't give you time to adjust to the size before she started pulling back out of you. Your body practically going limp as you tried your best to remain strong for Mommy. And Daddy. "Take it, Y/N. It's okay. It's okay!" Your eyes focused back to Natasha as she wore a smirk. You nodded and saw Wanda smile.

"Come here." Wanda pulled out of you and reached down to place her hands on your arms. "Trust me, baby." She spoke softly as she started pulling you onto your black, tight, covered knees. You didn't realize that she grabbed the phone away from you in the process.

Wanda held onto you as she moved to the edge of the bed. She slid off to stand straight up but kept you on it. That's when you realized. With an arch of the back and on your knees, you were face to face with Wanda's cock. The very same that's covered in you.

"Go ahead." You looked up to see Wanda and the phone looking down at you. "See how you taste on Mommy's cock." Daddy said. "I-" You started to speak but stopped. Feeling a little embarrassed. "Have you never-" Wanda started but stopped when you spoke over her. "No, I have! It's just been a long time." Wanda's eyes soften. "I'll be gentle. Remember the safe word?" You nodded. "Mango."

"That's right, baby. Mommy will take good care of you. This is just for Daddy. Okay?" You nodded once again. "Okay."

"She's so good for you," Natasha said to Wanda as you got closer to her cock.

Just like with Wanda's fingers earlier, the fake cock showed how wet you had gotten it in the light of Mommy and Daddy's bedroom. You looked up to Wanda and Natasha. The former gives you an encouraging smile.

You reached your hand out to the cock and began stroking it before bringing your mouth to the base. With your tongue flat against it, you licked up from the bottom to the top. The ridges and feeling of it made you smile as the taste of your own wet pussy landed in your mouth. "Oh god." You heard Daddy moan.

You repeated the process again and again to ease yourself into the act. Soon enough, the tip of the cock was entering your mouth. "Let me know when it's okay for me to move Y/N." You looked up to Wanda and nodded as you pushed another inch into your mouth. Thankful for Wanda choosing now to be extremely kind.

You pulled your mouth off the cock and let a string of salvia fall to your chin. Wanda's hand was quick to wipe it away. "You're doing so good. Daddy is proud of you." You smiled widely and started stroking the cock faster as your mouth sank lower onto it. You gagged, of course, but that didn't stop you. You simply swallowed and kept pumping Wanda's cock into your mouth. Your tongue running up and down it as the cock felt good against your soft lips.

When you reached the halfway point, Wanda placed a hand on your head and started to move her hips.

"Mommy's getting a little restless, Y/N."

With the cock still in your mouth and tears welding in your eyes, you looked up to see Wanda with her head thrown back, pushing the cocking further into you. "Oh fuck." Wanda exclaimed, making you moan at the sight before gagging again. "Baby, it feels so good on my clit. Oh my god!" Wanda moaned as the vibrations from your gag had her hands tighten in your hair. "Don't stop, Y/N!"

You weren't going to. If Wanda was going to cum you wanted to be the one to do it.

Determined, you brought a hand up and placed it on the back of Wanda's thigh, pushing her more into you. The cock sliding down your throat. "Oh baby, you're such a fucking slut!" Daddy spoke through her own moans as she watched her wife fuck your mouth. Wanda nodded in agreement and started pushing your head onto the strap.

The sounds of the wet cock, your gags, and the three of you moaning being the only thing to fill the room.

You made sure to push the base of the strap with every jerk you gave it, so it made Wanda buckle. Her moans and breaths becoming inconsistent. "Keep going, Y/N! Make her cum! Make Mommy cum!" You could hear Natasha's fingers rapidly fucking her pussy. You swirled your tongue around the shaft and moaned one last time before you pulled your head back. Letting the cock slide down your tongue out of your mouth. Coating your chin and chest as salvia dripped off of it.

You swallowed what you had left in your mouth and brought your hands up to Wanda's strap. You began to jerk it off, staring straight up at the camera. "Daddy, I want you to cum too. I want you to cum for me. I want you and Mommy to cum all over me." You acted like a slut for the two of them.

Natasha knew it couldn't happen, but goddamn if she wouldn't shoot loads all over that pretty face of yours.

Meanwhile, Wanda had her eyes on you again. Blown out and fully aware of the orgasm she was about to have. The center of the strap pushing back into her pussy and clit was enough to take her to the edge. But you. You on the bed, jerking her off.

That's what made her cum. Her green eyes looking into you. "Don't stop, baby. Don't stop, Y/N! Oh my God. Oh-ooh, my God!!!" Wanda gripped your hair harder than ever before as her eyes rolled back. Fingers holding your skull still.

The inside of the hardness ruined as she came.

At the same time, hearing her wife moan your name. Moan for you. Natasha came. Natasha came for you.

You sat on the bed as Wanda held you still. You were in awe as you watched Wanda start to come down from her climax. Her body was now in a glow of sweat that made her look sexier than ever. The grips on you loosened. For a split second, you swear you saw her green eyes turn red. But when she looked in your direction, you saw how soft they were. She smiled. You smiled back and got up on your knees. You grabbed the phone as it was about to slip from Wanda's hand. When you looked, you saw Natasha still recovering. "You did so good." You said to both of them, but mainly Wanda, in a hushed tone before pulling her close to you, and with Natasha watching, you kissed her wife on the lips.

She responded by pushing her lips into yours and putting her hands on your body to steady herself from almost falling.

Jelly legs and all.

"Let's get me out of this." You nodded and giggled as she did, too. With help from Natasha on the other end of the phone propped up on her bedside table, the harness finally fell to the floor.

Wanda sat back down on the bed and pulled your body in between her legs. With you still in your heels, her face was at eye level with your stomach. Her hands placed themselves on your ass, moving them up and down as her pink lips started kissing your stomach.

You blushed hard as not everything about tonight was new, but this was. This was intimate and special. And you couldn't do anything but love it. Your cheeks became more pink as you grew wetter with each kiss and lick Wanda's mouth left on you. Your hands placed themselves on her head. This time, it was your turn to run your hands through her hair.

You moved back a bit, but to place a kiss on top of Wanda's head, this made the older woman look up at you.

She reached up and pulled your chin down. A gentle kiss placed on your lips. "Come here." She whispered as your body fell onto the bed with hers.

Legs quickly become intertwined as her arms wrap around you. Her mouth immediately attaches to your collarbone as your breath moans into her ear. "Thank you." She moans as your hands grab onto her sides. "Thank you for tonight, Y/N."

You shake your head and kiss her forehead, making her look up at you before you kissed her face and lips. You never want to stop doing that. "No, Wanda.. thank you and Natasha."

You looked into each other's eyes. You realized another thing about tonight right then and there. A one-night stand or a relationship never made you feel how you felt in this moment.

Wanda had only ever felt this way about one person before.

Natasha watched the two of you and smiled. She succeeded in her mission for her wife to have a night like tonight.

Come morning, that app would be off your phone, and there would be no need for Natasha to ever use it for you again—and Vice versa.

Natasha watched you lean down and kiss Wanda's collarbone. Slowly working your way to her chest, kissing over her little moles and freckles. Wanda smiled and moaned at certain spots. "Y/N?" She said, looking down at you. "Yes?"

"I want you to take off your heels and tights."

You looked down and back up. "Are you sure?" Wanda nodded, yet you still looked at the phone for Natasha's confirmation. "Do what she says, detka." You sat up on the bed as the two watched you.

"What does detka mean?" You asked as you placed the right heel down. Wanda took the question. "It means baby, honey, sweetie. It's a term of endearment." You made an "ah" noise and took off your tights. "Any other questions?" Wanda teased.

That made a lightbulb go off. "Yeah..." You briefly looked at Natasha, who looked sleepy (probably due to the 4 orgasms she had) before looking at Wanda. "Nat- Daddy made me wear peach-colored lipstick. Why?" You were now fully nude for the first time tonight, making you feel free and closer to Wanda.

Just like she wanted.

You got on your knees and crawled your way up to the bed before flopping back down into the position you were in earlier. Your legs intertwined with Wanda. Arms around one another. Face to face. Wanda kissed you. "That's a good question." She laughed. "You see... before Natasha and I said the I Do's. We were more open.. kinda like this.." Wanda rubbed her hand up and down your back. "Natasha would bring home pets, toys, and pretty girls like you." Wanda smiled at the memory. But her eyes focused back on you. "And do you know what they always wore?"

"Peach." You responded to Wanda's praise.

"But don't worry, Y/N." Wanda pushed her head closer to you. To lay it on your shoulder. "None of them were ever like you." She kissed your shoulder. You kissed her head.

You two sat in silence for a moment before Wanda disrupted it. "I want to cum one more time." She spoke in a hushed tone. You nodded. "Okay." You replied because you would be stupid not to.

Wanda untangled herself from you and looked back at Natasha and the phone. Only to see her wife passed out. Wanda let out a small chuckle before moving Natasha to the phone charge. Keeping the call active.

Wanda lays back down and motions you over. Her pearly white show themselves as you place your legs over her. Half your body on her—half on the bed.

You begin to kiss Wanda as softly as possible. Almost as slowly as you are soft, you drag your hand across her skin. You feel the goosebumps your breath against her face sends across her body. Wanda moans another kiss into your lips as her hand places itself around your wrist, directing you to feel how wet she is. "It's for you." She says into your ear before shrieking because of the bite you place on her. It didn't hurt her. It was just surprising.

Truth be told, you just wanted to leave a mark.

But the mark you would leave behind isn't one that's visible.

You moan into Wanda as you slip your fingers inside her for the first time tonight. "You're so tight." Wanda whimpers as you don't slow. "Please keep going!" You push her one leg to the side with your knee so she can spread her pussy for you more. "Right there! Right there!"

Wanda wraps her arms around and holds on as you curl your fingers, hitting her spot. "Don't stop. Oh my god! Y/N Please Don't!" Wanda's mouth drops before slamming shut as the point is approaching. "You wanna cum?" You ask as you stare at her with her eyes closed shut. "Wanda wants to cum?"

This was your first time in the bedroom calling her Wanda.

She opens her eyes, shocked, but her face is flushed and red. Contorting as she is close. "Yes Y/N! Please let me cum!" She looks at you, pleading. "Moan into me as you cum. You can cum baby. Okay? Cum for me, Wanda. It's okay!" You and Wanda crash your lips into one another as she tightens around you. She smacks your thumb away from clit as she cums. Your fingers become coated in her, and you feel like you've just won the lottery. "That's it. That's it! Ride it out." You coax her and leave a trail of kisses across her forehead.

Her tight hold that her arms have around you loosens. Delicately, you pull your fingers out of her. Wanda winces and sighs at the loss of you. But is overjoyed with what just happened.

"Have you ever tasted yourself?" You ask, half teasing, half not. "I have." You bring your fingers closer to your mouth, but Wanda's hand grabs your wrist. "But not from you." Before you can protest, your fingers are in her mouth. Her tongue runs over and in between your two fingers. Moaning at the taste. Because of you.

Wanda pulls your fingers out quicker than you'd like. "Well?" You ask, but instead of an answer, Wanda leans into you and puts a hand on the back of your head to keep you in place as she French kisses a mixture of you and her into your mouth. Your stomach erupts with butterflies as you taste Wanda. Both of your moans are muffled in each other's mouths. You continue to make out with one another.

Eventually, you two swallow and come up for air but find each other still in the same position even after silence, and your lingering touches are the only thing.

"Wanda..." You open and close your mouth. Unsure of what to say.

You look down at Wanda, whose head has fallen onto your arm, and see her with her eyes closed. Her breathing slow. She's fallen asleep. You peer over to the plugged-in phone and see Natasha the exact same as before. You don't want to disturb Wanda, and as much as you want to stay and help clean up. She's asleep, and she's not yours. Tonight, you were her's.

But tomorrow, she would not be yours.

Plus, as much as you'd want to have... this... be your life. You can't. Natasha paid you to do a job, and you did it...

With a heavy heart, you begin to untangle and move Wanda. It's not easy at first. It's like once she falls asleep, she has dumbbells attached to her. But eventually, you move and place her in a more comfortable position.

You scoot yourself to the edge of the bed and pick up your heels and tights. You look for your dress before remembering its in the kitchen downstairs. You make your way to the door of the bedroom and unlock it. Opening it, surprised to find out it doesn't creak like every door in every house you've ever had. "Huh." You open it wider and look back just in time to see Wanda crinkle her nose in her sleep and flop onto her side. You smile at her cuteness and pull the light switches down.

Yeah, they have that kind.

You close the door, but just before it closes, you take one last look at her figure lying on the bed, next to it on the table Natasha. You both give them a smile and shut the door.

Lucky for you, Wanda didn't turn out the kitchen lights, so instead of stumbling around in the dark, you find your dress on the floor easily. After tossing it into your hands, you begin to locate your phone. But for the love of God, you can't recall where you had it.

Your heels click as you walk from one side of the house to the other- "Y/N?!" You scream, jump, and almost break your ankles because of the voice from behind you. "Wanda!" You exclaim as you come down from your fright.

"What are you doing?" Wanda asks as she rubs sleep out of her eyes. "Me?! What about you? You're supposed to be sleeping?!" Wanda looks you over with a frown on her face; she says: "Are you leaving?"

The way she says those three words made you look at her like you just broke her heart. "Wanda-" She shakes her head and steps off the last step in the stairs. "Don't leave." She walks up to you and takes your hand in hers. Ignoring the guilty look on your face. "Come on." She starts to pull you, making you stumble before you stop and remove your hand free. "Wanda, stop!"

The Sokovian turns around and looks at you with hurt written on her. "I don't want you to leave," Wanda speaks up. You go to open your mouth and fight that you have to. That you can't stay. You would tell her that tonight was one of the best nights you have had in a long time. You'd say that feelings are bubbling under the surface after one night with you and Natasha, so imagine what would happen if you stayed. You want to say that this was a job, and that's it.

In another life, you do those things.

In another life, it works out. In some, it doesn't.

But here. In this one. You look at Wanda and drop your dress, tights, and heels on the floor.

"Till morning."

"Till morning." She repeats.

That night, you fell asleep with your arms wrapped around Wanda Maximoff.

In the morning, when Natasha Romanoff arrives. She smiles to see that the cameras were right. You never left.

In case it wasn't obvious. Natasha wanted to keep you around. For her and Wanda. So when she opened the bedroom door to confirm that yes, you were still here. Cuddled up with her wife, Wanda. Natasha widely smiled.

"Moya Lyubov," Natasha whispered as she sat on the edge of the bedroom next to her sleeping wife. She brushed hair that had fallen onto her face. But it was no use. Wanda was a dead weight when she slept.

That you didn't know. Which is why it's a wonder how or why Wanda woke up when you were trying to leave last night.

But you woke up when you heard whispering. When your eyes peeled open, you smiled before remembering that you weren't supposed to stay over. But Natasha must've sensed or seen the panic on your face. "It's okay. I'm glad this happened. I wanted it, too." Natasha spoke as her eyes went from Wanda to you.

Natasha sat there as she just looked at you and Wanda. "So now what?" You quietly asked, unsure of what to do. "Now.. this..." Natasha gestures to the three of you. "Transaction is done." She smiles, hurting you. "Oh." You take a breath. "Okay." You go to move, but Natasha stops you.

"This one is done." She says with a smirk that you pick up on. "Oh.. okay." You say again but with a smile, making Natasha laugh. "But you'll have to use the app every time." But Natasha just shook her head.

You never used that app again after the first night.

After one week, Natasha and Wanda stopped paying you. After one month, you had two girlfriends. After three months, their home became your home.

So yeah, Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff were stuck at some point in life.

To be more specific, their marriage was stuck.

But that's where you came in.

Happily married to both.

dividers by @/benkeibear

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the interviews

marvel cast x teen!reader

summary: you and the cast have a day full of interviews for Infinity War and you spend the day worried about one in particular

notes: like the other one, kinda cringy and a few years old. also this is based off how i expirience dyslexia and may be different than your experience!

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The whole cast knew you were dyslexic. It was hard to not notice sometimes. It had first been brought up in one of your first Marvel movies a few years ago. It was when you were quite a bit younger and not as good at reading allowed and connecting words to objects.

It was your first read through and you kept mispronouncing “Fury” as “Furry” and were confused as to why the Avengers were fighting a furry. Eventually, Scarlett had leaned over and corrected you. You were embarrassed, but the cast found it endearing, if anything.

It was now time for the Infinity War press tour and you were nervous. You and the cast had just finished up the small LA portion of the tour and were now off to New York for the first full week. The New York portion was always the hardest for you- mostly because of the chaos of it all.

The New York portion was where all the late night show or morning news appearances happened and the “major” interviews such as Buzzfeed and Wired. And there lied your problem.

Your day started bright and early at 6:00 in the morning so that you and the cast could be ready to go on Good Morning America.

“Hey, kid,” Robert said, walking up behind where you were sitting and placing both of his hands on your shoulders. “You ready?”

“For this? Yeah,” you laughed. “Everything else? Not so sure." He shook your shoulders.

"You'll do great, kiddo, I promise," he said, giving each shoulder a squeeze before walking off again into the chaos.

It was only a few more minutes before you and the rest of the cast were sitting down in two rows in facing an interviewer. The crowd of people watching the show clapped as you all walked out and took your seats.

"And we're back in..." a producer held up three fingers, then two, then one, signalling the end of the commercial break.

"Alright, we're back now with our special guests: the cast of Avengers Infinity War!" the interviewer said. "Hello, guys, it's great to see all of you!" There was a chorus of greetings from you all. "Okay, so let's get started...."

The interview went without a hiccup and you and the cast were off to your next set of interviews- which happened to include the ones you were worried about.

Your agent handed you your time table for the interviews you were going to be doing and your heart started to pound. The Buzzfeed interview you had been warned about was on there, first, however, you had to sit through nearly three hours of other interviews. Interviews normally put you on edge, but knowing what was coming after just made it worse.

You found the room that your morning block of interviews was in and sat to wait for the other two people you'd be with. When Sebastian and Anthony walked in, your face lit up, knowing the interview would be 10x less stressful with them there to entertain/distract the interviewers.

And so your long morning started, the three of you bounced off each others energy and jokes. Most of the interviews went well, although there were ones here and there very obviously spoiler fishing.

"I take about what 60% of what he says is true," Sebastian told the interviewer, making you laugh.

"60% of the time, I am right 5% of the time," Anthony said, confusing the interviewer and making you laugh harder.

"What he's saying is that he is only right 5% of the time, over half the time, which is generous, in my opinion," you said upon seeing the confusion on the interviewers face that did not clear up after your comment.

"So, Y/N, we know this movie is a big game changer for Marvel, and people have been wondering what your, as the youngest cast member, future looks like in the MCU?" they asked, trying to move on from the previous conversation.

"I don't even know what my present in the MCU looks like," you answered. "Am I even in this movie? I don't even know- I just show up where they tell me to."

"Same, I don't get scripts until the week after we film the scenes," Sebastian said.

"A week? Damn, I still haven't gotten mine," Anthony laughed.

"I think that's all I have for you guys today," the interviewer said, obviously somewhat disappointed that they couldn't drag any spoilers out of you. "Thank you!" he said, his voice sincere but his expression sarcastic.

Anthony clapped as they left the room, jumping up out of his chair excitedly. "Alright, lunch time," he said, turning to smile at both of you. While you were grateful for the break, it only meant you were closer to the interviews where you had to read on camera.

"Gotta eat something, kid, gotta long day still," Anthony said, watching you stare at your sandwich. You looked up, nodding and then taking a bite. Just focus, you'll be fine.

"You okay?" Sebastian asked from next to Anthony. You forced a weak smile as you finished chewing.

"Just nervous," you answered, wiping your hands on a napkin near you.

"Why? You're great at interviews," Anthony said.

"I have to read in the next few and I'm worried I'll mess it up," you said, playing with the sleeve of your shirt. "I know it's dumb- I just get nervous about it."

"You got nothing to worry about, kid," Sebastian said. "If you mess up, just play it off as a joke- people will love it it'll end up in one of those 'Y/N being the best MCU cast member' compilations."

"Thanks," you said with your mouth full.

"Chew your food," Anthony said, throwing a napkin at you.

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"I'm Tom Holland," Tom said from beside you.

"And I'm Y/N L/N, and we're going to be taking a quiz to see how easily we can identify Marvel movies-" you cut off, waiting for Tom to finish.

"That had been terribly described," he said.

"Alright, first one," you said, pushing your nerves out of your mind. "A boy destroys his planet because he doesn't want to share it with his sister who broke his favorite toy." You read slowly as to not mess up, and it worked.

"Is that the one Guardians of the Galaxy movie?" Tom asked, thinking out loud. You hummed in thought, trying to figure out what it was.

"None of them have sisters though- except for Gamora but it says him," you said.

"It's Thor!" Tom shouted. "Thor: Ragnarok." You smiled, looking back at your computer, realizing you had to type your answer. Great.

"How do you spell Ragnarok?" you asked, raising your eyebrows.

"It's exactly how it sounds," Tom said, already moving on to the next question. You raised an eyebrow at him.

"Tom, I'm dyslexic, I don't know how to sound things out," you said, him going red remembering it.

"R-a-g-n-a-r-o-k," he spelled out for you and you laughed as you typed it.

"'A boy solved daddy issues with the power of friendship'," Tom read. You both looked stumped.

"Tony had daddy issues," you thought out loud. "So does Loki- maybe it's one of the other Thor ones."

"Would they put two Thor ones in a row?" Tom asked.

"Maybe it's to trick us?" you offered. You both shrugged and started typing.

"Ah! This one is Guardians of the Galaxy," Tom groaned.

"'A dude made a wormhole to seek attention'," he read, moving on to the next one.

"I have no clue," you laughed, leaning back in your seat.

"I don't either," he laughed. "Give up?" he asked, cursor hovering over the button. You nodded doing the same.

"Avengers?" you read out, confused. "Did Loki make a wormhole in that or something?"

"Maybe? God, we're such bad Marvel fans," Tom laughed.

"'Small guy who likes committing international war crimes becomes a him- a himbo who still likes committing international war crimes'," you read aloud.

"Ant-Man," you and Tom say at the same time, laughing as you type the answer in.

"What?" you yelled as it the screen reads Wrong!

"Captain America?" Tom asked, confused.

"We were so confident!" you said, smacking the table.

"'Someone just got out of prison commits more crimes, but now with inces- insects'," you read.

"Did you almost say incest?" Tom laughed/yelled. You burst out laughing too, covering your face.

"Oh my god," you wheezed with laughter. "Can we both agree it's Ant-Man?" you asked, both of you still recovering from laughing, the question only sending you into more fits of laughter.

"'A surgeon gets operated on by his ex-girlfriend'," Tom read. "See, I think this one is Dr. Strange, but that's not actually the plot, so I don't know."

"Want to guess it?" you asked. He nodded, both of you typing it in and getting it right.

"'Man had to face his consequences after ignoring a- a weird guy 2- years before, while adopting a kid who owned the garage he broke in?'" you read, not so sure of the ending. "Was that it?"

"Yeah, that's it," Tom nodded, his brows furrowed. "'Garage he broke in,'" he repeated.

"Oh, Iron Man... 2? Maybe 3?" you said.

"I think 2?" Tom said. "Let's go with that.

"Goddammit, 3!" you groaned.

"Okay, last one," Tom said. "'An orphan fought his teammate (who tired to run away because he hated the American government) with his best friend who murdered the orphan's parents when he was younger.'"

"Okay, I'm almost positive this is Civil War, but we've gotten a lot wrong that I've been sure of, so I don't know," you laughed.

"I think it's Civil War- orphan Tony, teammate Steve, killer Bucky," Tom said, explaining his thought process.

"Alright..." you said typing it in.

"Yep!" Tom yelled but you looked up at him confused.

"I got it wrong?" you said, showing him your laptop. He read what you typed and tried to hide his laughter.

"Y/N.... it's c-i-v-i-l, not c-i-v-a-l," he said chuckling. You turned a bit red and glared at him.

"I hate you," you mumbled, closing your laptop and rolling your eyes.

"We're terrible Marvel Fans," Tom said, looking at his 38% and your 25%.

"Wanna go binge watch every single movie now and redeem ourselves?" you joked. He smiled.

"Sure why not," he chuckled.

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t00thpasteface · 3 months

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Could you explain the hipster Vs fandom war. I've been on here for like four years and I never knew that existed lol and btw I really really love your art and you are one my biggest inspos for how I imagine and draw my Clark.

i'm not sure i can explain it in a way that makes sense, and certainly not in a way that makes you say "i understand why this was such a big deal", but gl'bgolyb knows i can try.

first, let me take you on a sensory experience... picture in your mind the following things... skinny jeans... nerd glasses... a weirdly dapper fashion sense in a time where everything is baggy and neon... boom, you have 2010-2014 online tumblr hipster culture. and also 70s elvis costello, oddly enough.

although admittedly i don't know his stance on pumpkin spice lattes.

anyway. now that that's burned into your brain, consider a significant population of this exact type of person that has already been well-established on this microblogging platform around the turn of the decade. tumblr doesn't really have an app yet because smartphones haven't taken over everyone's life yet, and online fandom culture is still largely dominated by deviantart as the main "fandom hub". most people, myself included, are getting their main meme fixes from facebook (which your parents were not yet on) or the icanhazcheezburger image-aggregator network. THEN EVERYTHING CHANGED WHEN THE FANDOM NATION ATTACKED.

somehow, a huge crowd of people who considered their favorite books/movies/games to be core personality traits began to set up shop on this fair slate-blue isle. i number myself among this crowd, having been lured here by google-image-searching for miscellaneous fanart in 2011. the "old guard" largely belongs to, and continuously attracts new bloggers within, a burgeoning subculture that 100% defines itself by bucking popular trends and social expectations... whether or not this is actually accomplished by purchasing beverages from starbucks and putting old film filters on every photo, i cannot say.

you may be seeing an issue already arising: hey, if the hipsters hate everything that's popular and gatekeep all their interests, and the fandom bloggers are obsessed with extremely popular franchises and are hell-bent making them even more popular, isn't that going to cause a little friction?

well, yes. it caused a fuck ton of friction. a division arose early on between "the fandom side of tumblr" and "the hipster side of tumblr." some people, like myself, played both sides. others abstained from the rigid dichotomy and considered themselves to be on another "side," like the science side of tumblr, known for explaining relatively straightforward STEM concepts in large essays that began with something like "listen up fuckers."

ahhh, unfriendable. such a narrow little window in time where cheezburger sites and facebook had equal sway in the online zeitgeist.

interestingly, as someone who trawled a LOT of aesthetic tags, the most popular of which was simply #aesthetic (it was shockingly consistent in there), i never actually saw hipster bloggers complaining about fandom bloggers. it was always the other way around, with fandom bloggers bragging about how much they're freaking out the squares to get cool points with other fandom bloggers, all while never actually engaging with the hipster bloggers because their tags rarely overlapped.

hi, marge! we're freaking out the hipsters!

regardless of whether there was any material reality to it, or if it was simply a Minitrue level of entirely fictional warfare, this concept entrenched itself into the fandom bloggers, likely as a way to still feel "edgy" and unique while, again, obsessing over extremely popular and mainstream things like doctor who, pokemon, avatar the last airbender, the brand-new mcu, and other decidedly non-counterculture media. even with things it felt like no one irl had heard of, like hetalia and homestuck, those were online juggernauts nonetheless, the former of which had dominated deviantart for years and the latter of which prompted hotels and convention centers across the world to implement very strict rules about unsealed body paint. people treated fandoms like they were some sort of exclusive country club with membership fees and a dress code. and dunking on hipsters became an entire genre of Fake Internet Story, which were already pervasive on this website.

what's the point of being in a clique if there's no outgroup to flex on? #swag

this whole phenomenon ran concurrently, even symbiotically, with other tumblrisms like "tumblr university" and those horrendous "not like other girls" memes...

which means, of course, it was absolutely dead in the fucking water once DashCon happened in 2014. i don't need to tell you what happened at DashCon (there's a million essays and videos about it if you're one of today's lucky ten thousand who's never heard of it), but all across the fandom side of tumblr, it felt like finding out your parents lied about santa claus. turns out the fandoms you're in don't actually say anything about who you are as a person, a bunch of tumblrinas can't just will a fully functional micronation into existence just by wearing tacky merchandise in a public venue, and magic probably isn't real.

i wish i had some grand way to end this story, but really the moral is the same as it ever was: online drama is eternal, inescapable, and completely fucking worthless. if you only post to get mad at shit, especially if you're just making up a guy to get mad at, cut that out. touch grass. look at images of cats. i don't remember any of the enemies i made from this era, but i fondly remember all the friends, and i'm richer for making those positive connections. that's all for today's episode of Tumblr History with Toothpaste Face... remember to tip your waitress and stay minty.

#also fellow Clark Enjoyer rest assured i'm going to draw him for his birthday later this month!!!! my beloved big blue boy scout...#shebbz shoutz #shebbz editz #tumblr #tumblr history #tumblr culture #ask

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Hi! Would I be able to request a fic for coming out to Yelena Belova (MCU. Sorry for spelling on last name) as Aroace, please?

oh absolutely! I know there's some discourse about whether Yelena herself is "technically" aroace or not but I personally believe she is, so this fic (and everything I write with her) will reflect that. I'm not aroace so if there's anything inaccurate please let me know and I'll make sure to change it. hope you like it! <3

A Lot More Similar (platonic! Yelena Belova x reader)

Warnings: Yelena calls the reader "dude" but it's meant in a casual gender neutral way, very brief and mild swearing, Yelena and the reader drink beer in this

"Hey, Yelena, can I talk to you about something?" You asked somewhat nervously, giving her a glance.

You were both sitting on the couch watching trashy reality TV and making fun of the people on it when you were suddenly hit with the urge to come out to her. You figured that now was as good of a time as ever, and that you were as ready as you'd ever be.

"Yeah, sure. What's up?" She asked casually, not having noticed how nervous you were.

You took a deep breath, trying to collect your thoughts before continuing. "I- I think I'm aroace. Actually, no, that's wrong. I am aroace." You tried to be confident when you spoke, even though you were terrified to hear her reaction.

Much to your surprise, she just shrugged and said, "Okay."

"Really?" You asked in confusion.

Yelena snorted in laughter before responding. "No, I hate you. Get out of my house." She said sarcastically while pointing towards the door.

You had to laugh, realizing just how ridiculous it was for anyone to not be accepted just for being themself. "Wait, but seriously, though. You're really okay with it?"

"Yeah, dude, of course." She took a swig of her beer before leaning back on the sofa again. "Why would I have a problem with it? Hell, I'm aroace."

"You are?" It was difficult to hide the surprise in your voice, causing Yelena to laugh again.

"Of course I am. I mean, it's not something I like to make a big deal of, but I don't exactly plan on really hiding it, either."

You nodded your head as you started to understand where Yelena was coming from. "Yeah, that makes sense. I guess we're a lot more similar than I thought."

She made a sound of agreement. "Yup, we're both aroace, we both like pizza and beer, and we both hate crappy reality shows."

Laughing, you held up your beer bottle. "I'll drink to that."

Yelena smiled, lifting up her own drink. "Cheers."

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averyfromzero · 1 year

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Friends with Benefits

pairing: sebastian stan x male reader

summary: reader is an actor in his early 20s who plays one of the super-heroes in the Avengers and is really close to most of his castmates. in Atlanta to film the upcoming "Infinity War" movie, Sebastian and reader share a room in the hotel they're staying at and, upon discovering the other had just broken up with his boyfriend, Sebastian proposes they satisfy each other's "needs" (you know, as friends!)

notes: smut, bottom reader, friends with benefits, age gap, no romantic feelings

words: 2430

"Got the key?", y/n asks the other as they get out of the elevator, strawberry banana smoothie in hand.

Sebastian no more than hums as he fishes the keycard out of his pocket while they walk to their hotel room.

The view from the hall window captivates the younger as he looks down at the busy streets of Atlanta while slurping on his drink, ever so appreciative of the night view of a big city.

It's been a regularly busy day for the two actors as they spent most of it preparing for the new movie filmings, having discussed schedules and participated in a script reading with the rest of the cast.

As usual, the cast members were booked in the same hotel together, with some sharing rooms with others, which was the case of Sebastian and y/n.

y/n is brought back from his thoughts as the beep of their room's door is heard after Sebastian used the keycard to open it.

The two enter in silence as the older sits on his bed to take off his shoes, sighing in relief after having worn them the whole day. Not yet sit, y/n does the same, never letting go of his now almost finished smoothie.

Sebastian lays back on his pillow and puts his arms behind his head with eyes closed, resting a little as he finds the strength to get up and change clothes.

His eyes open back up as the sound of y/n's slurping noises is heard one last time before the younger finishes the drink and heads to the bathroom to throw it in the trash.

Sebastian watches as the other comes back, walking past him to sit on the bed right beside his own.

"Hey, how's your boyfriend? Been a while since I heard you talking about him", the older man asks, still in the same position on his bed.

y/n looks up as he takes his socks off. "Oh," he starts while laying on his side, facing the other, "we broke up actually."

Sebastian is surprised by the other's nonchalant tone, given that last he saw him the boy seemed madly in love. "What, really? Why?", he asks, mimicking the other's pose, turning to lay on his side.

"Well, I think we just got to a point where it felt like we were more friends than boyfriends, you know?"

"I'm sorry."

"Nah, it's fine. It was a mutual decision anyway, he felt the same way I did. We're still friends though, so it's okay."

"Oh, that's cool," Sebastian looks at the floor for a moment as if thinking of what to say next. "When did that happen?"

"Two months ago, I think?" y/n scrunches his nose cutely, trying to remember. "Wait, no, three!"

The older man hums in response. "So, no action since then?"

The two have built such a close friendship since they first met a few years ago when y/n was first introduced into the MCU that no topic would ever feel like crossing the line, which is why y/n wasn't at all phased by the other's intimate question.

"Yeah...Kinda miss it, to be honest," he responds with that cute nose scrunch again.

Sebastian chuckles before laying on his back again, facing the ceiling. "Same, man. Haven't had sex in months," he sighs.

y/n nods to himself as he also lays on his back.

Silence is installed for a few seconds before both men lay on their side again.

"Hey-"

They both chuckle.

"You go first," y/n says.

"Well," Sebastian starts, a little hesitant to continue. "Was just thinking...you haven't had it in a while. I haven't had it in a while. We both want it," he pauses for a moment. "Why don't we help each other out?"

"Oh," y/n has a slightly surprised look on his face. "I was also gonna say that," he laughs.

Sebastian chuckles a little. "That's great then! You up for the full thing or..?"

"Yeah, of course!" y/n says while moving to the other bed.

As the younger man sits beside the other, Sebastian asks, putting his hands on y/n's hips. "Anything I should know beforehand?"

"Mmm...I'm a bottom, don't like spanking or choking, and I prefer condoms."

"Ok, awesome! I think I have a couple condoms in my bag," y/n raises a brow at that. "You know, just in case," Sebastian completes before getting up to get the condoms.

y/n watches as the other comes back and puts the condom on the bedside table.

Sebastian removes his socks as he sits back on his bed, facing y/n. He places his hands on the other's hips again and moves closer before stopping to ask, "is kissing okay?"

"Yeah," y/n answers briefly before the older man kisses him.

Sebastian's lips are soft, and it's not until he starts using his tongue that y/n realizes how much he missed making out with someone.

y/n lets the other man take the upper hand and gives passage to Sebastian's warm tongue, that touches his own, cold from the smoothie he was drinking earlier.

Both of them moan as the kiss deepens and they actually start to makeout intensely.

The sound of their moist lips moving against each other fills their ears as y/n starts to unbuckle the other's belt.

Sebastian moves his hands to the younger’s butt, feeling it over his jeans, while y/n stops his attempt to remove the other’s pants and tugs on his sweater instead.

On cue, the older man breaks their kiss and grabs the collar of his sweater, moving it over his head and exposing his defined but soft abs and plump pecs. y/n stops to admire the other’s body, moving his hand to feel his warm skin and squeeze at his chest.

Sebastian lets the younger feel him up for a moment before removing y/n’s shirt himself.

The two then connect their lips again and continue their makeout session, hands now roaming each other’s bodies.

y/n moves his hands back to the other’s pants, now free from the belt, and unzips it. Sebastian’s bulge hidden behind only the thin layer of his boxers fabric, strained from how hard his penis is under it.

Both men moaned when the younger one palms at the other’s member, feeling how big it is.

y/n breaks their kiss and says, panting, “let’s take off our clothes,” and gets off the bed to remove his pants and underwear.

Sebastian sits back and lifts his hips, removing his pants and boxers without leaving the bed.

y/n can’t help but marvel at the sight before him. Sebastian is naked, hot body on display, gorgeous face, clearly panting from their makeout session, and 7-inch uncut cock standing straight with its tip glistening from precum. y/n was uncontrollably horny.

The younger man sat on the other’s lap and kissed him fiercely, nibbling at his lower lip before moving to his neck and collarbone. Sebastian did nothing but pant while his hands went from y/n’s back to his ass, where he squeezed.

y/n kept moving down, kissing and licking at the other’s chest and nipples before moving to the big shaft waiting for him inches away.

Sebastian looked as the younger wrapped his fingers around his thick veiny cock and slowly stroked it.

y/n moved his hand up and down the shaft for a while before licking the tip, tasting the precum, and finally wrapping his lips around the head, where he sucked like it was the sweetest lollipop.

Sebastian moaned loudly at that, tilting his head back in pleasure. He felt the warmth and wetness of y/n’s mouth engulf his dick further down until he touched the back of the younger’s throat.

y/n started bobbing his head up and down slowly, taking in the taste and fullness of Sebastian’s manhood inside his mouth. With his right hand around the member’s base, y/n felt the other’s pubic hair tickle his fingers.

After a couple minutes sucking Sebastian’s cock, y/n moved his mouth away, a string of spit and precum connecting his lips to the tip while he started stroking the shaft again.

y/n looked at the older man’s dick closely, noticing every vein that traced it from base to tip, admiring the black set of hair at the base and observing as the extra skin slid up and down the head as his hands moved. The romanian man’s cock was truly a sight to be seen.

After a few seconds, y/n dove in again, wrapping his lips around Sebastian’s dick one more time and bobbing his head even faster as he felt the other put his hand on the back of his head.

y/n kept sucking for a few more minutes before deciding it was time to move on. The young man gave one last suck at Sebastian’s cock and sat back up, panting from the long blowjob.

Sebastian grabbed the condom from the bedside table and opened the package, quickly rolling it over his dick right after. “Do you have any lube?”

y/n was still catching his breath when he nodded and got up the bed to look for the lube in his bag.

Coming back with a bottle on his hand, y/n kneeled down on the mattress and poured a good amount of lube onto his palm. He slicked Sebastian’s cock up and stroked it a few times before using some more lube to lather his own hole.

As y/n was about to enter his finger in his hole, Sebastian brought his own hand up to the other’s ass, silently asking for permission to finger him instead. y/n then removed his hand and let Sebastian do it.

The romanian man rubbed his index and middle finger around y/n’s entrance to gather as much lube as he could from there before slowly entering one of the fingers in the other’s awaiting hole.

Sebastian pushed his index finger in y/n’s tight entrance, pushing back the resistance until he popped in. y/n moaned at the feeling of his friend’s finger inside him.

Slowly, Sebastian pushed his finger deeper, feeling y/n’s tight walls warm around him. He pumped in and out a few times before inserting his middle finger in, scissoring y/n’s hole to loosen it.

He kept fingering y/n for a few minutes, the younger man kneeling in front of him on the mattress and rocking his hips a little to feel more of the addicting friction of the other’s fingers.

Sebastian slowly removed his fingers from y/n’s hole and motioned him to lay back on the bed. y/n let his back hit the mattress below him and kept his legs spread apart as Sebastian positioned himself.

Kneeling in front of y/n, Sebastian took his lubed up cock and moved it until the other felt the tip of the condom tickle at his entrance. Carefully, the older man pushed the head in until it was being wrapped by y/n’s warm walls. The two moaned at the feeling.

Slowly, Sebastian pushed his cock further, letting y/n get used to the size in between movements.

Once fully inside, the two stayed still for a moment before Sebastian started to move his hips at a slow pace.

y/n started moaning at the feeling of the other’s girthy dick sliding in and out of his hole. Sebastian was no different, letting out moans as he sped up his motions.

Soon enough, the two were a moaning mess, and the sound of Sebastian’s balls hitting y/n’s ass filled the room, the skin-to-skin noise turning them on even more.

As they became frantic with pleasure, y/n roamed his hands on Sebastian’s sweaty chest and shoulders, taking in the erotic view before him as the other did the same with him.

“I’m gonna cum,” y/n said, feeling his climax nearing as he held onto the older man’s shoulders.

Sebastian sped up his pace as if it was even possible, turning the younger man below him into an even bigger moaning mess. “Cum for me,” he said with an extremely sexy low voice.

Second later, y/n was spurting cum all over his stomach and chest, moaning as his orgasm took over him. It had been ages since he had cum this hard.

As Sebastian slowed down his pace, y/n managed to speak up. “Cum on my face,” he puffed.

Those words made the other man even hornier. Sebastian took his dick out of y/n’s ass and quickly threw away the condom.

y/n sat up and Sebastian moved closer to his face, masturbating his cock frantically as the younger man opened his mouth, waiting.

The sound of Sebastian’s strokes was incredibly arousing, and the view of the man jerking off right above him made y/n’s dick grow hard again.

Seconds later, Sebastian was moaning as endless ropes of cum gushed out of his cock and onto y/n’s face and tongue. The man didn’t stop releasing his seed for many seconds before the other decided to wrap his lips around him again, drawing yet another moan from the man.

y/n sucked Sebastian’s cock clean before detaching his lips and laying back down.

Panting, the young man noticed as the other leaned down until they were face to face. Sebastian looked at y/n and started to sensually lick his own cum off the other’s face, stopping only when there was nothing left to lick.

y/n already had his lips parted when Sebastian kissed him, immediately inserting his tongue in the other’s mouth, sharing the taste of his cum with him as they made out.

They kept kissing for a few minutes before Sebastian stopped and laid beside y/n, leaving both men catching their breath after their unbelievably amazing sex.

“Fuck,” Sebastian spoke up. “That was…”

“Incredible,” y/n completed.

The two kept reaching for air for a moment before the romanian man spoke up again.

“We should do that more often.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” y/n said. “We’ll be stuck here together for a few months, we have plenty of time to do that.”

Both men chuckled at the thought.

The next few filming months would be a fun ride with these two friends fucking like rabbits in heat. What’s better than friends who help each other out?

#male reader #sebastian stan x male reader #bucky barnes x male reader #sebastian stan x reader #avengers x male reader #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x male!reader #bucky barnes

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I want to go on a rant about Mexican representation and I am. (I did this once I cooled down, but it'll probably get heated later on)

So, here's the deal, representation, it's fine, no? It's cool, it's great, it's amazing. It's something everyone wants. To be able to see someone like him in the big screens. So why, if everyone's screaming for representation of all kinds, the representation we are given is either equal to none or really bad?

Now, I'm not saying this in a mean way (I kinda am) but, it's annoying. It really is. The Mexican characters that we have are bad. Like really bad. And hey, I should he glad there even is. Even just, latino American in general.

Look at the MCU, there's Asian main characters, there's black main characters, there's white main characters obviously, there's even European main characters I believe. And they're well represented. But I haven't seen one Mexican main character that you look at them and you tell yourself as a Mexican, they're like me. Okay, there's America Chavez and Miguel O'Hara. But have you seen them? Have you seen how they're written?

My main rant here is about Miguel. In one of the most well written movies, in one of the most representative movies, in one of the best animated movies or our generation, the one Mexican character is written like an animal. Like a deranged man that's pursuing a kid because he doesn't like him. And that's the way he is perceived.

Yet every single other character in there, is well represented and well written. Every black people in that movie has a personality that makes you see them as black. Hobie? He's got a reason to be like he is, and that has to see with him being black, and he has a bottom, a personality. Miles? I'm not even gonna say it, he's the main character. Jessica? She's written as what she is. Spider byte? She's written as a black woman, in the little time she's shown. But Miguel? He's written as an animal. As a bottomless dehumanized animal.

He's the only Mexican guy we get and part of the little Latino characters we get. And he's written like a fucking animal. He's not written like a villain with a reason to be. He's written as a persecutor that does this because he feels like it. The worst part is that he's got a reason. But it's shown for so little time and so overlooked that it just, doesn't matter. And I'm not saying he's right, far from it, there's other ways to go about what he's trying to do. But to him, this things have a meaning. Yet everyone overlooks it to go for the fact that he's attacking a child. And why? Because he's shown as an animal.

And don't come to me with the "oh but he's half spider". And? So are the other spidermans and they're not written as a beast. They're not dehumanized to the point where all that you see when you look at that character is the way he is agressive.

He's lost his daughter, twice, and to a mistake he made. He took his daughter's life because he wanted her back, yet no one, no one, is taking a look at that. No one is caring about his reason, only about what he did. Yet to every other MCU villain, that have got a good reason, (like Loki, Namor, who's very well written, red skull, etc) people look at it. People think about it. And we're being reminded of it.

But in every piece of media I see about Miguel that isn't some horny piece of fanfiction, (no offense) the only thing people keep bringing back is his hatred for miles. His aggressiveness. To Gwen too. And the worst part is that I don't blame the people that consume or create that media. I Blake the writers of the movie.

It's extremely well written. A masterpiece from the eyes of an artist and a writer. But Miguel? His writing feels so lazy, so not there. Not even Peter's feels bad, he just feels neglectful. Miguel's writing, as one of the main villains of the movie is soo... Plain. To me, every other character has depth except him. And it bothers me.

Now, moving on onto any other well consumed movie. Mexicans are either extremely stereotyped, or represented as something related to drug. And that's all. I haven't seen one "normal" Mexican character.

Not even America Chavez, she's written as a white girl, and it feels to me. She's meant to be Mexican but there's no effort put into it. There's no effort put into writing actually good Mexican characters in American media. And don't get me started on French media. And the worst part is that these people aren't like that in the comics. They're well written there, represented as what they are!

I mean, if DC can do it with blue beetle, (a very well written Mexican movie. Just in the cultural aspect, I'm not going to judge the movie in itself) then marvel can surely do it with anyone else. Like, put some effort into it, please. It's the same effort you put into written good black and Asian characters. Write good latino characters, please.

It's not that hard. It really isn't. If fanfiction authors can write better foreign characters than a professional, it means they're capable of doing it. And it means there's a problem there. And it hurts, because I'm not even asking you to write about something controversial, or about a woman. I'm asking you to put some effort into a typical male character and nor write it as a beast or a white guy. You can do it and I know it. And if you can't? Find someone that can or just, don't then. Because I'd rather not being represented than for people to think every one of us is like that. And agressive, drug related, brown man.

Another example I have is Percy Jackson. They made the effort of turning typically represented white gods, Greek gods, into a black god. And a white character into a black character. And then there's groover, that I don't remember if he was brown, but it fits. There's almost every community in there. Yet, no latino character. Not even in the background. Like, if you're gonna make a Greek god black for representation, you can do it for other minorities. Anyone. Not just Percy Jackson.

And again, I'm not even asking to write or represented queer or genderqueer people, you won't loose money from making a well written latino character.

Because then, it bleeds into society, and when I moved to my current country, I lived for seven years with the racism of being a foreign person in a country that consumes American media and doesn't know much about us, other than we're criminals and eat tacos in a basis and are some kind of witch or weird person. And for someone as young as little me, and as different as little me, it just hurts that you're discriminated for something so normal as to where you were born. Because the only thing they know about my country is the bad representation media chose to do. Like they did with black people. And now it's changed, so why can't it for us to?

So yeah, it makes me mad to not be able to see someone like me without thinking, why the others get a well written deep character and I get some kind of beast that hurts children with an overlooked reason. Because the movie chose to overlook it. Because the people chose to overlook it.

I want to clarify, my views in this are mostly oriented on the MCU and Sony's spider verse movies.

#Chaos rants #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #percy jackon and the olympians #marvel mcu #mcu #representation #spiderman 2099 #america chavez #mexican

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bugna: TAKIPSILIM | destiny's twilight

CHAPTER TWELVE

Pairing: MCU Moon Knight System (Marc/Steven/Jake) x Avatar Fem!Reader

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CHAPTER TWELVE - BETWEEN AWAKENING DESIRES AND CELEBRATORY NIGHTS.

"Does this help?"

At your soft words, Steven Grant slowly opened his eyes as he finally felt a burst of courage. With his forehead placed softly against yours, it was a simple, intimate gesture that held a world of meaning for him. It was as if he was seeking solace in your presence, a lifeline to anchor him in the storm of his emotions.

Steven held your gaze, savoring the closeness between you. He could feel the warmth of your breath against his skin, and it calmed the storm of emotions brewing within him. "Yes," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

But as the moments passed, Steven could no longer ignore the growing desire that stirred within him. He couldn't help but think about how beautiful and precious you looked in his arms, how he longed to taste the sweetness of your lips. His nose bumped softly against yours, only a few inches away from claiming your mouth as his own.

“Don’t do this, Steven”, Marc Spector, his alter, pleaded with him in their shared headspace and urged him to think a million times before acting on his desires. “You’re not thinking clearly right now, buddy”

Just as he was on the verge of giving in to temptation, a voice from outside the staff room's door shattered the fragile moment.

“Mira? Steven?”

Both you and Steven jumped as if awoken from a dream, her business-like tone a reminder of your impending duty as it pulled you both back to reality.

"Hey, are you two in there?" Aleah's voice called out. "The exhibit unveiling starts in thirty minutes. We need to get going."

You responded with a confident "Yes, we're on our way." But when you turned to look at Steven, he still clung to you, as though he feared letting go would shatter him.

You chuckled softly, your fingers caressing his lower face and jaw. "Relax, Steven," you said, your voice a soothing melody. "You've got this, okay?" With that, you placed a soft, reassuring kiss on his cheek.

Steven froze at your touch, his heart pounding in his chest. He watched as you left the staff room, your graceful figure disappearing into the hallway. He absentmindedly touched the spot where your lips had landed, his mind swimming with a heady mix of desire and confusion.

Marc, too, couldn't shake the memory of that moment. He couldn't forget the feel of your soft lips against Steven's cheek, the faint scent of strawberry lip gloss that lingered in the air. It was a memory that would haunt him in the days to come.

Finally, Steven gathered himself, took a few more gulps of water from the canteen you’ve generously given him, and made his way to the exhibit gallery. The anticipation of the unveiling hung in the air, and he could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him. When he spotted you at the center of the gallery however, your eyes met and you gave him a soft nod and a serene smile.

Taking a microphone in hand, you introduced yourself to the eager museum visitors who had gathered for the Ennead exhibit unveiling. The room buzzed with anticipation as you spoke, your voice confident and poised.

After the introductions, it was time to cut the ribbon at the entrance of the exhibit gallery, symbolizing the grand unveiling. Steven watched as you did the honors, the red ribbon falling to the ground in a graceful arc.

Once the ribbon was cut, Steven was assigned by Aleah Santos to a group of British primary school children who had come to explore the exhibit. To his relief, they were not rowdy but keen, polite, and highly interested in the history of the Ennead.

With a deep breath, Steven began his guided tour, drawing on his newfound confidence. The children were enthusiastic and responsive, their curiosity infectious. They asked a lot of questions than he initially anticipated, eager to learn more about the ancient artifacts and relics on display.

Steven felt like a natural as he guided them through the exhibit, his passion for the ancient Egyptian history and culture shining through. He pointed out the intricacies of the artifacts, sharing the stories and legends that surrounded them. The children hung on his every word, their eyes wide with wonder.

As the tour continued, Steven couldn't help but glance over at you from time to time. Your presence in the gallery gave him a sense of comfort and reassurance. Despite the whirlwind of emotions he had experienced earlier, he was determined to make the Ennead exhibit a success.

And as he looked at the eager faces of the children, he realized that he was not alone in this endeavor. He had a team of dedicated museum staff, including you, who believed in him. With newfound resolve, Steven led the children through the exhibit, unveiling the mysteries of the Ennead, and in doing so, he found a sense of purpose and fulfillment he had been missing for so long.

On the other side of the gallery however, your mind was still in deep turmoil. The intimate moment you'd shared with Steven Grant in the staff room still hung in the air like a fragile, unspoken secret. The way his eyes had locked onto yours, his forehead softly pressed against yours, had sent a jolt through your consciousness, stirring something deep within you. The warmth of his breath against your lips had left you both electrified and disoriented, allowing a deep longing that threatened to fill and populate your heart.

It was as if something within you had awakened, something that lay dormant for far too long. Unbidden yet unclear remnants of your forgotten past with Darius Carter swirled in your thoughts, the cursed memories circling inside your head like a whirlpool of confusion and intrigue. You couldn't shake the feeling that lingered in the recesses of your mind, like a hazy memory on the brink of resurfacing.

You actively tried to push the earlier encounter on the back burner of your head, going about overseeing the guided tours at the museum. You watched the tour guides diligently leading groups of eager visitors through the ancient Egyptian exhibits, recounting tales of pharaohs, mummies, and the mysteries of the Nile. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as you observed their dedication to sharing the rich history of Egypt with the world. They had come a long way since their first hesitant attempts at storytelling, and it served as a testament to their dedication and your training.

As you moved through the museum, you noticed a group of young children gathered and seated in a huge circle beneath the towering statue of Ra. They sat on the polished marble floor, their eyes fixed on the charming Brit that currently preoccupies every corner of your mind. Steven Grant sat amidst the primary school children he’s touring, his animated gestures and expressive face capturing their undivided attention. He was regaling them with a creative tale of Ra's role as the primary god of the Ennead, the divine family of Egyptian gods.

You couldn't help but smile as you watched the children hanging on to his every word, their eyes wide with wonder. It reminded you of the first time you had listened to Steven's guided tour, back when you were still evaluating him for his role as a tour guide. It was as if he had a magical way of transporting them back in time, to an era when gods and goddesses walked the earth

“I have a question, Mr. Grant”, one curious kid from the primary school group whose name tag reads ‘Ethan’ asked, his hand shooting up. "Are the Ennead the only gods that ancient Egypt had?"

"Ah, great question, young lad!” Steven, ever the engaging storyteller, replied with a playful glint in his eye. “Ancient Egypt had a lot of gods and goddesses waiting to be introduced, each with their own unique stories and powers. That's why I encourage you all to visit the museum again next time, so that you’ll get to know them soon."

“They do look pretty and interesting up close, now that I see them”, the small boy named Ethan remarked as his eyes roamed over the tall statues looming over them. “Do they really look like that in real life?”

"Absolutely!” you couldn't resist chiming in, your voice gentle yet enthusiastic as the young children and Steven Grant all looked at your general direction as you started walking towards them. “I couldn’t even begin to describe how beautiful and powerful these divine gods and goddesses really are."

“Wow! You look so beautiful!”, a small girl in the group whose name tag reads ‘Emily’, her eyes sparkling with innocence, hopped up excitedly and pointed her small forefinger at you. "Is she an ancient Egyptian goddess too, Mr. Grant?" she exclaimed loudly, her words echoing through the museum.

A collective gasp of surprise and delight rippled through the children. It was as if the little girl had said something extraordinary. Her twin brother Ethan, a boy with a mop of unruly hair who was standing beside her, frowned and scolded her gently in a hushed tone, "It's rude to point, Emily."

"Ah, but Emily is absolutely right”, Steven intervened with a warm chuckle, diffusing the childish squabble before him as his eyes locked on to you with that same intensity that had left you breathless in the staff room. “Our dear friend, Mira, here does indeed resemble a beautiful goddess, don't you think?"

You blushed at the compliment, your heart skipping a beat at Steven’s soft yet unwavering voice. The words hung in the air like a sacred incantation, weaving a spell of enchantment that left you breathless. You felt a strange, magnetic pull toward Steven, as if some invisible force was drawing you closer to him.

Even if the children's laughter and the joy in their eyes briefly distracted you from your thoughts, they immediately drifted back to that unforgettable moment you shared with him back at the staff room, realizing that your close encounter was far from over.

Late afternoon finally came and bathed the British Museum in a warm, golden glow. The final trickle of visitors and guests had dispersed, leaving the grand halls and artifacts to breathe a sigh of relief. The Ennead exhibit, unveiled with grandeur earlier in the day, had been a resounding success. The intricate stories and artifacts of ancient Egypt now stood in their full glory, basking in the admiration of those fortunate enough to have witnessed them.

Steven Grant found himself among the museum's staff as they gathered once again in the small, cozy staff room. The chatter of his fellow tour guides filled the air, a mixture of relief and satisfaction as they shared stories of today's visitors and the awe-inspiring displays they had the privilege of presenting.

You stood once again before the group as the curator of the Ennead exhibit, your smile radiant with pride at today’s accomplishment. Steven couldn't help but appreciate your dedication as he listened intently to your next words, extending your congratulations and gratitude to everyone for their hard work.

“You guys are bloody brilliant for today”, your words resonated with sincerity, and a sense of camaraderie filled the room. “And for that, you all deserved a nice, big swig. Let’s meet up at the local pub tonight to celebrate you all, yeah?”

Excitement rippled through the room as your invitation was met with cheers and nods of agreement. The prospect of unwinding together after a day of hard work appealed to all.

"I'll see you all there at 9 PM", you said cheerfully, locking eyes with Steven as the latter couldn’t help but grin at your celebratory mood. "First round's on me!"

Feeling a mixture of elation and apprehension, Steven joined in the applause and enthusiastic response. He couldn't help but think about how Marc scolded him for his inappropriate actions that morning, and the lingering guilt he felt over his earlier behavior. The American man inside Steven’s head has been urging him to make amends for his nervous breakdown before the exhibit unveiling, and now seemed like the perfect opportunity.

Once the applause died down, Steven made his way closer to you as you began to gather your belongings. He cleared his throat, his voice wavering slightly with nervousness. "Um, excuse me, Mira, if I may have a moment."

You turned to him, your warm eyes meeting his. "Of course, Steven. What's on your mind?"

"I just wanted to say that I'm truly sorry for what happened earlier”, Marc's voice echoed in Steven's head, urging him to apologize and to make things right. “You know, when I lost my nerve before the exhibit unveiling. It was very unprofessional of me to hold and touch you like that and..."

“Oh, Steven”, your brows furrowed, genuine surprise etched on your face. "There's no need to apologize."

Steven's shoulders slumped with relief, but he couldn't help but feel that he needed to insist, to make sure you understood the depth of his remorse. "Still, that was bloody uncalled for, to get close to you like that. I just don't want you to think that I was... touching you inappropriately or anything like that."

You chuckled softly, the sound reassuring. "Steven, trust me, I didn't take it that way at all. You have my consent, and hopefully I had yours when I hugged you earlier. So, no need to beat yourself up about it, okay?"

“I appreciate your kind gesture so much”, a small smile tugged at the corners of Steven's lips as he realized that you truly held no ill feelings towards him. "Thank you, Mira."

You patted his shoulder gently, your touch comforting. "You're welcome, Steven. And don't forget, I'm looking forward to seeing you and Marc Spector at the pub tonight if he can make it."

Steven blinked in surprise at the invitation, taken aback by your warm inclusion. "Oh, well, I... I'll talk to Marc about it, but, uh, yes, I think we'll be there."

With a final smile, you began to make your way toward the exit, leaving Steven standing there, his thoughts racing. As you disappeared into the corridor, he couldn't help but hear Marc Spector's voice echoing in his mind, filled with frustration and self-recrimination.

“Steven, you idiot!” Marc angrily whispered in their shared headspace. “Why the hell did you agree to that? You do remember that we aren’t actual twins, right?"

Steven sighed, mentally shaking his head at the fact that he forgot that little detail. He couldn't deny that Marc had a point, but he also couldn't deny that he was looking forward to the opportunity to unwind and celebrate with you and his fellow tour guides, enough so that he forgets their current predicament.

In the meantime, he would have to do whatever it takes to not get caught in their lie. It was too early to tell you everything, they thought. But they look forward to the day when they can finally let you in - and hopefully sooner rather than later.

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“Have you located her?” a deep voice inquired to his two followers who trailed you in secret at your workplace, disguising themselves as museum visitors.

“Affirmative, sir”, both men in black suits replied, their sinister smiles in place as a special gun was placed in their respective hands by the leader of the group. Each bullet was custom-filled with crushed powder essences of wolfsbane. Combined with the new moon rising tonight, you were expected to be greatly weakened physically and mentally given the chance.

“That idiot wench doesn’t know when to actually stop”, the deep voice rumbled from the dark corridors near the British Museum vicinity. “Her persistence will get her killed. So you both know what to do”

The two men in black suits nodded, knowing the current task at hand.

“Tonight, Mira Batala-Carter dies”, the deep voice chuckled. “For good, this time”

END OF CHAPTER TWELVE.

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RE// MCU - Black Widow: Nemesis

> Please enjoy an excerpt of my Wattpad FanFic. This excerpt comes from Chapter 3 when Jill Valentine finally meets the Black Widow. Find a link to the full (in progressed released story).

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Jill began to crawl away the smell of gasoline filled her nose and she's only free of the wreck just before the car explodes, more pain shot through her muscles as the explosion pushed her into the road.

Jill looked up in horror as the creature continued to walk through the flames of the inferno, the plastic wrap covering its face began to melt away and Jill swore it would be a sight that would remain with her for the rest of her life.

Its face was a living nightmare a contortion of inhuman flesh, a giant mouth, and oversized teeth

"Hey, fuckface" a female voice yelled distracting the creature from its original prey.

Suddenly a rocket was launched in its direction which the creature catches with its tentacle that protruded from its arm, annoyed it threw the explosive into a car with ease as it narrowed its gaze recognising the red-headed Avenger perched on the roof of a police car with a very big rocket launcher aimed at it

"AVENGER" the creature growled with anger, this B.O.W had been infected with a primary objective 'Kill S.T.A.R.S’ but also a complex threat assessment matrix and unfortunately for Natasha Romanoff it recognised her as a threat to its objective and its existence.

Before the B.O.W can react against her she fires another 'her last' rocket at the creature catching it right where the Black Widow had aimed it to go, the creature collapsed in a flaming heap keeping it down for good, at least that what Black Widow hoped.

Natasha ran to the woman laying in the street discarding the now useless rocket launcher, Jill stared up at her rescuer in awe, an Avenger here in Racoon City, the infamous Black Widow had saved her life

"You- you're an Avenger" Jill stuttered her words, she mentally kicked herself for being such a gibbering mess in front of her all time favourite hero,

Black Widow gave Jill a small smile, but Jill couldn't help but notice that the red heads smile never reflected in her eyes

"The names Natasha Romanoff and I'm saving you" Natasha placed Jill's arm around her shoulder so that the injured S.T.A.R.S officer could lean on her for support,

Jill had to admit the woman was a lot stronger than she looked "Come on let's get you some place safe" she painfully raised Jill to her feet, the two women quickly fled the scene although Natasha quickly looked back at the burning body of the B.O.W in the street 'And stay down' Natasha Romanoff thought to herself.

Chapter 4

LOCATION: The Streets of Racoon City

"Whe-, where are we going" Jill asked as the red-headed Avenger continued to carry her, Jill's proverbial knight in shining...Kevlar?

Natasha doesn't answer Jill's question instead she moved quickly with the S.T.A.R.S officer hanging over her shoulder for support and looking back occasionally to ensure that they hadn't been followed

"I think we're in the clear" Natasha let go of Jill allowing the woman to catch her breath "I hope so" Jill gasped clutching at her hurting ribs, a series of loud gun shots caught both of their attention, a loud explosion soon followed.

Black Widow suspected that it was the U.B.C.S officers she had sighted earlier, given the cops experience with Umbrella she decided that it might not be a good idea to tell her that unfortunately they were going to have to work with the Umbrella mercenaries.

"I saw some soldiers a few blocks down protecting civilians from the Zombies, hopefully they might have somewhere we can find sanctuary for a while" Jill nodded it was a good idea, she quickly became aware that she had been staring at the beautiful Avenger,

Jill felt mortified at herself for being so rude "Let me guess you want a picture" Black Widow smirked causing Jill to cringe

"Sorry, but I've always wanted to meet an Avenger"

Natasha's lips formed a thin line, she didn't like the 'almost celebrity' status that came with being an Avenger and certainly didn't feel like she deserved any admiration, Stark on the other hand lives for the attention, she however was no hero

"Hey, I'm a person just like you" Natasha insisted although it was a lie, she hadn't been a 'person' for a long time now.

"I don't think there's anyone like you Ms Romanoff and for what it's worth you're my favourite Avenger" Natasha smirked at Jill's attempt of flattering her, she didn't need to bother the officer with details of why no one in their right mind should idolise her.

Jill painfully straightens her aching spine stretching her sore arms "So... are there any other Avengers coming to the rescue?" Black Widows gaze dropped slightly

"No, I'm afraid not. The others are currently held up in Wakanda, news of the attack won't reach my teammates in time to come to our aid" Natasha Romanoff was different from her team, the Wild Card, the outcast, the mystery.

However, Natasha Romanoff had proved time and time again that she deserved her status as one of the founding members, since her method of ask questions first, punch later made her the ideal Avenger for S.H.I.E.L.D to pass this mission off onto

"That's a shame, I could sure do with a Thor or a Hulk right now" Natasha smirked again, her smirk was as sharp as glass

"Yeah, you and me both" Natasha supported Jill again as they made a beeline towards the sound of gunfire.

"Everyone, follow my men!" yelled a male voice most definitely a soldier Natasha thought as she made a quick assessment, he certainly had the build of a soldier, but his hair made her pause a complete fluffy mess on the soldier's head,

she wondered if the hair was an intentional fashion statement or just poor upkeep.

The soldier suddenly took notice of the two women

"Hey ladies its not safe on the streets!" he yelled and seeing that one of them was injured he approached to help, that was until he noticed that one of them was the Black Widow

"Oh wow, we had no idea an Avenger would be in the city" both Natasha and Jill simultaneously rolled their eyes.

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#natasha romanov #black widow #jill valentine #resident evil #black widow fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #fanfic #fandom #fluff #zombies #natasha romanoff #resident evil fanfiction #wattpad #girl crush #badass women #fanfiction #marvel crossover #marvel cinematic universe #crossover

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Being Frank Castle's Daughter in Hawkins Pt 6

Gif Caption: Top Gif- Matt Murdock and Frank castle in Marvel's Daredevil, Aka Frank yeets Matt off a boat. Bottom Gif- Steve Harrington eating pringles from Netflix's Strangers Things

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Reader: 17-18 age range | female reader

Characters Mentioned: Frank Castle (MCU), Matt Murdock (MCU), Dinah Madani (MCU) Curtis "Curt" Hoyle (MCU), Karen Page (MCU), Peter Parker (MCU), Foggy Nelson (briefly MCU), Thor Odinsion (briefly MCU), Steve Harrington (ST), Billy Hargrove (ST), Max Mayfeild (ST)

A/n: this was a roller coaster of emotions

Warnings: Max is in the hospital, Neil Hargrove >:( , revenge sweet brutal revenge, also has a chunk of really sad Billy and U

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Let's just say Steve was thinking he was gonna hear "Oh Steve. I love you too." Or an "I love you too bro"

Not a line of compliments back that would cause him to fluster intensely

"I think, you misjudge yourself, you know you're a person, you make mistakes, and you make great choices. I think they stereotype you too much. Ya know? If they took the time to get to know you. They'd actually really like you like I do."

Wait. That's also Super unclear.

Do...do you just really like him? Or do you just really like him?

It's unknown and you're already getting out of the car and you're both walking down a path now

Talking about life and random shit: avoiding the actual topic he needs to talk about you guys reaching the lake

It's beautiful

"Thanks again..ya know for takin' me around." Y/n spoke, "This is a lot more calming than yesterday."

Steve chuckles, "I bet."

Y/n smiled at him "still its nice to see them once in a while."

"Yeah..." he picked up a stone off the floor and walked closer to the lake, skipping it across the water, "I. I've gotta ask you somethin'."

Y/n hummed in response grabbing her own stone and joining him, "what's up?"

"Would you uh, go with me- out." He spoke.

"We're out right now-"

"On a date."

Y/n through the stone across the water, watching it skip farther than Steve's had gone.

"We could go somewhere fancy? Or not." Steve suggested.

"Oh." Y/n spoke looking down at her hands, "Steve...I..."

"No! No its okay we don't have to..." Steve suggested, "yeah we don't have to..."

Y/n looked at him, that look caused his heart to squeeze his face to grow warm.

I don't want to hurt you..." y/n spoke.

"I. I get it. Yeah." Steve answered, "yeah..I don't want to hurt you either...its uh. Chilly. Im gonna go grab my jacket..."

"Wait. Steve." Y/n stopped him, grabbing his wrist, She let his wrist go figuring she had grabbed it too roughly, "Sorry..."

"I just. Im scared."

Steve looked at her concered, "Of me?"

Y/n shook her head: "Of loosing someone....again."

"Hey," Steve started, feet shuffling closer, tips of each others converse touching one another, "Im not going anywhere. I'll follow you where ever you go...Might have to deal with me tailing you like a lost puppy with his mom."

Y/n chuckled, "Im use to people followin me. God I've gotta take you to New York."

He laughed shortly, a smile on face, "Id love to go...with you."

His hand found her cheek, thumb coming out to rub her skin softly. Y/n leaning into the touch the slightest.

"Can...Can I?" He asked softly, "can I kiss you?"

Y/n was quiet for a moment, "...yeah..."

He leaned over as he tilted her head to the side the slightest, allowing him easy access to her lips, his hand falling from her cheek to the side of her neck, her eyes closing as he did so. Letting his lips ghost hers before he pressed his firmly against hers. They stay like that for a moment, before Steve pulls away, Y/n quickly catching his bottom lip in a kiss, pulling him back in to her.

Yep. You and steve harrington kissed

And it was diffrent that the Billy kiss, this one was... heart pounding, and hip grabbing, and well hot

But it was also sweet, you wanted this one to go way off the road of platonic: you didnt even want the word platonic to EXIST

Soon you two had to pull away, and the warmth from the kiss dispursed and the cold of Fall came at you once again

So you both walked to the car

Where you both looked at each other for a short moment and just had to kiss again

He just wants to kiss you, constantly now.

Not that he didn't want to kiss you before

But now that he can? That's all he wants to do, no not wants, needs

"Okay! Haha! Steve!-" Y/n laughed pulling away from him.

"One more. Your just so damn beautiful."

One more kiss as he says and he pulls away to start driving.

He cant stop holding your hand either, or kissing your knuckles especially when your both stopped at a light or at a stop sign

He still contuines to take you around, Hawkins just this time hand in hand

Oh he's so excited!!

He drops you off at the end of the day, still all giddy from earlier

"I'll see you later." Steve spoke.

"See? You mean call?" Y/n protested with a smile.

"I don't mind sneaking through the window. Ya know. For a good night kiss."

"Jesus H. Christ." Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, "i'll see you, Steve."

He smiled leaning over to kiss her softly goodbye, "I'll see you later...babe?"

"Mhm." Y/n grimmanced, "Too cheesey."

He laughed as she got out the car, he watching her walkin in before he drove off.

He's immediately calling Henderson when he comes home, he doesnt care how loud he is or who can hear

"Steve?"

"I got the girl! I got the girl!" He cheered.

"What!? Seriously!? How!?"

"I don't even know! You're going to love her man! I swear! She's the coolest!! Get your little shithead gang together. Icecreams on me!"

Meanwhile, you're eating dinner with Frank, talking over dinner plans when Matt comes along.

You heard it was Curt coming along to see him along with Matt, Madani, and Karen, Foggy is still kinda nervous about Frank in general.

They said they were bringing someone else but didn't say who exactly confusing you

Secret Person? Scott yeah Scott seemed like the type to hide in the back of a truck and pop out and scream he's here.

Could be Kate, but Kate seemed to have worked all the time

Maybe it was Foggy actually coming to see you

You'd give anyone 100 bucks for it to be Natasha

But you seen there's no point in guessing and you both continue making plans

"Are you inviting ya know who?" Y/n asked eating some of the chicken soup in response, "your new friend."

He looked at her with a 'really?' look as she shrugged, "How long that been goin' on?"

Frank messed with his food, "I met her, two, three weeks ago. Somethin like that."

Y/n nodded, drinking some of her soup.

"I didn't want you to find out how you did."

"Eh, doesn't matter to me." She spoke, "As long as your happy...are you happy?"

"Yeah." Frank spoke, "I am."

Y/n smiled, "Good, thought you'd never get a girlfriend, Just like I never thought I'd be sucking faces with Steve Harrington."

"What?"

well if your both coming clean you might as well come out fully

You had been kissing Steve Harrington basically half the day

and he vaguely told you about Joyce Byers, now that you knew her full name, you didn't want all the details anyways

Frank seemed to really like her, and you were really glad he had someone besides you

"Don't let Matt find out though."

"God damn it Y/n."

"What!? oh come on: you guys argued like an old married couple still do I bet."

"You must be dating a lot more than I realize then." Frank joked as Y/n let a playful scoff out.

"Oh so it's like that huh?"

"yeah it is."

you're glad dating has changed either of you, it's hasn't been too long since you guys both started down your separate paths but still you're glad your able to talk to him

you take dishes for the night and then go to bed to read

and then there's knocking on the window

you should just install a door where your window is you swear

Opening it it's Steve.

"hey baby doll." Steve smiled.

"Still real cheesy." Y/n responded leaning on the seal.

"Sweet Cheeks."

"Ew."

"Gum drop."

"No."

"Stud Muffin?"

That one made her laugh as she held out a hand, and helped him climb in.

"Stud Muffin, I like it." Y/n spoke.

Steve rolled his eyes and laughed, "I'll remember that one."

She smiled, his hand holding her check he smiling back.

"you're beautiful you know that-"

He paused in shock, "Hm?"

"is...Is that a knife collection?"

"Hm? Oh yeah!" Y/n smiled pulling away, "you haven't seen it before?"

He shook his head no, he had never actually been in her room.

"I'm thinking the nickname killer may be the best for you." He joked as she smiled.

"I like that one, but I still like Stud Muffin."

He chuckled as Y/n walked over, grabbing his hand, "Don't worry, If i ever use them, I'll watch the hair."

"my god."

"What?"

"your a weirdo."

Y/n laughed, Steve smiling, grabbing her by her arms as they rocked back and forht "My werido."

"yeah?"

"yeah."

He leaned over kissing her softly as she smiled kissing back.

He stayed over for the next hour and a half, you two talking...making out...just a bit tho, just a bit

You told him and invited him to the dinner, and he said he'd gladly come because these people meant a lot to you and he was up to redeem his name after the last dinner

you told him who you're inviting and he rolled his eyes almost, Billy Hargrove, he hated Hargrove but knew somewhere deep down you two were extremely close with one another, plus Max also really liked you

He knew there was something else going on between you two though, you were just, so close; hiding a secret he assumed

Maybe just Billy knew you better: plus he realized Billy had stopped being a massive shit disturber at school and had actually helped in defending you during a fight

So the guys had some redeeming qualities: or was at least starting to gain some in Steve's eyes

"You okay?"

"I'm a fine killer." Steve spoke with a smile, "Lost in how pretty you are."

Y/n smiled looking up at him, her head in his lap, "I don't mind Killer ya know."

"Good, Stud Muffin and Killer."

Y/n laughed, "Yeah..."

"look at the time I should go."

Y/n nodded.

"Alright, Mr.Prince of Hair."

Steve chuckled as she sat up, kissing him softly- but the phone interrupted her. She looked confused as she got up and out of the room answering the wall phone beside her door.

"Hello?"

"Y/n!" Billy spoke, he was frantic, sounded worried even, with a serious tone to his voice,

"Billy?" Y/n answered, "Hey. Hey, What's wrong-"

"I need you to come here now."

"I'm comin', I'm comin'," Y/n spoke quickly hanging up the phone and going back into the room.

"What's wrong?" Steve asked.

"I need you to go home-"

"What No way."

"Go home, Steve." Y/n argued, "Please,"

"We're not done talking about this," Steve argued, before following her out the door, he went to his car, and Y/n took Frank's truck

Fuck you've never been so worried before.

Also, driving over the speed limit? Absolutely you're flying down those long roads to where Billy and Max live.

You swear you could hear the arguing a mile away as you parked and went through the glove box finding Frank's pistol and one of the masks from the previous Adventures of Y/n, Billy, and Max

You had to conceal yourself somehow

And rushed in, the door unlocked and everything.

But Billy was already coming out of the house with Max in his arms, he has a bloody nose and cut across his cheek

"What the fuck?!" He shouted.

"It's me! It's me! What's the problem?!" Y/n demanded lifting up the mask.

"She has a fucking peanut allergy! And the fucker was so drunk he put fucking peanuts in her food! I don't know where he put my keys!"

"Shit!"

You rushed so fast to the truck letting Billy drive, he figured you had at least better medical experience than him.

"Max! Max can you hear me!"

"Can't!" She tried to get out unable to breathe.

"Fuck Billy drive faster!" Y/n shouted, he floored on the gas, and she turned Max on her side.

Soon they were at the hospital and Y/n grabbed Max out the back, rushing into the emergency room and within seconds they took her from you

Luckily within a few hours, they were able to come out to you and say everything's fine now and said they were gonna send her home with EpiPens.

You guys were allowed to see her.

"Hey Max." Y/n spoke with a smile sitting on the bed, "You okay?"

"Y/n?".

"Mhm and-"

She turned her head but didn't see Billy there, and frowned, "Just me...sorry I don't have your best friend Loki here."

She smiled weakly, "what happened?"

"You had an allergic reaction to some peanuts." Y/n spoke, "you're okay now. They wanna keep you for a few more hours though okay?"

Max nodded as Y/n held her hand.

"You know." Y/n spoke, "I was thinking when I see Loki again. I could ask him to take you to Asgaurd for a week."

You tried to entertain Max until the doctors asked you to step back while they did some other test. You told her you'd be back and was gonna get both you a snack

Just to find Billy smoking in the hallway by the vending machine.

"She okay?" Billy asked messing with the pack of cigrattes.

"Yeah. She'll be fine." Y/n told, "Promised her a trip to space seemed to make her happy."

He chuckled but shook as he lifted his cigarette to his lips, Y/n taking it from him.

"She's okay, alright?" Y/n spoke crushing the burning tip before grinding the cigarette and dumping it in the arm length away trash can.

"I was smoking that."

"Its racking you with anxiety." Y/n spoke.

He was silent as she looked at him concered, "You have to say something to someone."

"I did."

"Who?"

"You."

Y/n sighed, "Billy."

"You're a superhero. Fuckin make this go away." Billy spoke looking down, "Just...fuck..."

Pulling another cigarette out he stopped himself, "just make it go away."

"By doing what Billy? You realize how I make shit disappear?" Y/n asked, leaning into him, "I kill people to make shit go away. No Mercy. I torture people Billy. You understand what the means?"

"Don't you get it?" Billy argued, "I don't care. I don't fucking care. He almost killed Max!"

"You have to tell the cops." Y/n spoke in defense, "Or I will."

"You fuckin promised."

"Billy this crosses the line." Y/n argued, "I love you, but what are you gonna let him do? He's gonna get tired of you and move on to her."

He was silent, "hard to swallow?" Y/n asked.

The look in his eye told her so, "then its the truth."

She grabbed the snacks and left Billy to think, on her way back to Max's room she stopped at a payphone dialing the house

"Dad."

"Y/n?"

"Dad I think I gotta put that vest on. Just one last time."

"The hell." Frank spoke, "where the fuck are you?"

"At the hospital." Y/n spoke, "Max's in the hosptial."

"Mayfield?"

"Yeah..." Y/n spoke, "Billy's with me...I can't tell you much more. I promised. But I'm taking on Neil Hargrove either you like it or not."

"I can't stop you can I?"

"No." Y/n spoke, "I'll be clean. I promise."

Frank sighed on the other end of the phone

"You listen to me." Frank ordered, "You do this. And you fuck this up. You fuck up what you worked for. You get that's the consequences of getting caught."

"Yes." Y/n responsed, "I love you."

"I love you too kid."

You went back to Max to sit and chat with her, you told her you had to leave for about an hour and a half but had brought her lots of sweets just in case she got hungry

"You're leaving me here?" Max asked.

"I'm coming back. Don't worry." Y/n smiled, "I always come back."

She nodded, "When it hits 3:30 am. If I'm not back in time, call my house phone okay? My dad will come help."

She nodded Y/n kissing her head as she got up and walked out, leaving in the opposite direction that Billy was sitting in.

You left to Billy's house, house quickly

If the trucks still the same as you hoped pulling up the back seat was some knives you kept on hand.

You left the mask behind and walked to the front door knocking.

"What!!?" Neil answered half assed and drunk as he opened the door, Y/n grabbing him by the shirt and rushing him forward into a wall the heavy door closing behind her.

He sobered up real quick as he tried to grab at her.

"Stop squirming fucking dick!" Y/n shouted throwing him roughly into a small decorative table causing him to fall to the ground, she grabbed him by the back of his shirt dragging him up and against the wall.

"You crazy sum of bitch! You're Frank's daughter-"

Y/n pulled out a knife, "You're gonna shut the fuck up right now."

She pressed the knife to his neck.

"And what you're gonna use that?" He threatened.

"Yeah, I am," Y/n spoke slicing quickly, the knife just passing the first layer of skin on his neck as he squeezed his eyes shut.

"So this is what you're going to do." Y/n ordered, "I'm gonna beat the shit out of you, till you bleed and you're gonna stand here and take it like all the others who have taken it from you. Then. Your gonna call the police station and turn yourself in for child abuse. And you're going to forget we ever had this chat."

"Yeah right you fuckin bitch-" A hard punch sent him to the ground.

"sure. We can play it the hard way," Y/n grabbed him by the back of his head, dragging him into the kitchen the hard tile would hurt the worse as she threw him into the island head first.

Resulting in a splat of blood.

"Does that hurt?" Y/n spoke standing tall above him, "one batch, two batch."

Y/n took a deep sigh cracking her bones: "Penny and Dime"

She returned to the hospital earlier than the time given to Max she smiled as she sat back beside her.

"Look what I brought you!" Y/n cheered, "Comic book based on one of my favorite heroes."

"Venom?" Max asked looking at the cover.

Y/n nodded, "I promise he's a lot nicer in person than on the page."

She smiled, "everything's okay?"

Y/n nodded once again, "Everything's fine Max. I heard they're gonna bring you your stuff in a few and we can leave."

And when the time came Max was released from ER, and Billy was out smoking by the truck.

It was a silent ride, you were taking their house, now that it was safe.

"Max where's your mom?"

"She was spending the night at a friend's house, her friend just had a baby."

Good they were safe and alone for the time being then

You tell Billy his dad won't hurt him. Not for a long time now anyways.

Max gets out first leaving you and Billy in the truck.

"I tried to be the superhero." Y/n told him holding out a pinky.

He looked down at it and linked pinkies with you.

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet Hargrove."

And you drove back home in silence.

By the time you get home, it's what? 5? 6 am?

And when you get out: you didn't expect Frank to come rushing out the way he did to check you over.

"Hey. Kid. Jesus." Frank spoke kissing her head holding her close.

"Hey..." She responded holding him tightly.

"You okay?"

Y/n nodded hugging him tighter.

He took you inside, and immediately put you to bed, you needed it

It's one thing to attempt to kill someone but its another when it's personal

Its mentally draining, and you feel like you are on a mental break if you haven't experienced it all ready

"Get some rest. Alright?"

Y/n nodded, "Just. Stay till I fall asleep."

"You got it kid. I'm here."

He stayed with you for a solid hour until you fell asleep, tucking you in

The gang from New York was meant to be there early as well.

So when they arrived,.they were more surprised that you weren't out to greet them

"Where's Y/n?' Matt asked hands mapping out the cabin.

"In her room sleeping."

"You sound on gaurd." Matt explained, "more than usual."

"She went after a Neil Hargrove." Frank suggested.

"So Much for low Profile." Madani spoke, "what he do? Bully her?"

"Nah. She was too set on doing this." Frank answered, "he did somethin' bad."

"Glad to know neither of you changes." Curt spoke greeting Frank with a hug.

"Hi. Uh. Mr. Castle. I'm Peter." He spoke, "Y/n's uh. Good friend."

"I know who you are Parker."

"Right."

Matt knocked on your door, as you got up reluctantly with just a few hours of sleep

"What? OH HOLY SHIT!"

"Hey-"

Y/n hugged Matt quickly happy to see him, he laughed: "Good to see you too."

You've never been so happy to hug someone. And that hug lasted a while. Matts hugs are just, they just feel like home

You were happy to see everyone else

But you man. Your main man. Your partner in crime. Peter Parker was there

"Ah!!!" You shouted

"Ahh! I know!" Peter laughed, the two hugging happily

Your lego buddy is here finally

"Oh and matt!" Y/n cheered leaning into his ear.

"What!? He did what?!" Matt argued, "how dare he cheat on me."

"We were never god damn dating!" Frank shouts from the kitchen.

Y/n laughed, "come on come map out my room!"

You took him by the hand and let Peter follow Matt careful maping out the new area.

"Hey! Is that the alien head thor sent you?" Peter asked, "awesome."

"It makes a good desk lamp."

Matt stopped, "there was a boy in here. Well Boys. They like there hair products."

Y/n laughed, "yeah my friends."

"Wow. You have friends?" Matt joked.

"Jealous?"

He laughed, "extremely."

"Yep." Karen spoke from the doorway, "this is definitely your room."

"For sure." Madani spoke poking her head in, "Im surpised. Seems....alot more mellow than I thought. Was expecting blood and heads-"

She seen the floating alien head in a canister used as a desk light, "I spoke too soon."

Y/n laughed

It was good to catch up with the group, Frank was glad to be able to talk with Curt: they went way back and Karen was someone who showed him compasion

Wonder how that'd turn out when Joyce and Karen met.

Madani was middle ground between you and Frank. She knew her way around both of you in a way

Peter and you were actually normal teens together despite the pairing up when needed.

And Matt. Well Matt just made sense to be paired with you

He understood how you felt, especially about your past.

"Damn these are dark." Y/n spoke Matts glasses on her face she sitting on the couch in the living room.

Matt chuckled, "they are to block out light."

"Right." Y/n spoke, but there was a knock on the door and Y/n got up to answer it, "Hey Hair boy."

"Hey, nice glasses," He smiled, "I wanted...to talk to you about yesterday...oh uh. These are for you."

The flowers were stuck out to her, a bunch of lavender, "last of the season..."

"Thanks." She smiled, walking out the door closing it behind her.

"I...I promised I wouldn't talk about yesterday-"

"I don't care what happened." He explained, "that's not my business. I just want to know are you okay?"

Y/n smiled small and nodded, "Im okay."

"Good." He spoke, "you seemed really worried. And...I'd hate if anything happened to you and I could have helped."

"I'm a big girl Harrington. I can take care of myself."

"I know you can killer." He smiled.

"Come inside and meet everyone."

"Wait there here already?"

"Yeah."

"I look okay?" He asked.

"You look great." Y/n spoke, "Just be you."

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kylesvariouslistsandstuff · 5 months

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Yet Another Disney Rant, Because...

... Bob Iger is just not reading the room...

Bob Iger, CEO of Disney for those who may live under a rock, did some talking today in the wake of WISH flopping... In addition to a centennial year full of financial flops...

Never mind the many ways Disney as a corporation could go about this set of failures... He chose to say stuff like:

“THE MARVELS was shot during COVID, and there wasn't enough supervision on set [from execs]”

Also...

He stated that the **creatives** at the studio "lost sight" of "what their job should be"...

That is... "Entertain first. It's not about messages."

So we're kowtowing to the defective geese that honk "WOKE WOKE WOKE" at everything that so as much moves?

This ain't it, Bob...

More executive interference is not the answer. Remember how buckling Disney Feature Animation top to bottom with execs that warded off the creatives every step of the way worked out?

Ideally, they should just let the filmmaker do as they please (and be open to suggestions, of course) with a reasonable budget at their side. We saw a taste of that in big budget moviemaking this year pay off quite nicely... BARBIE and OPPENHEIMER, hello!!

Disney made that happen on a few occasions outside of all-animated features. Remember how they gave the director of MOUSE HUNT and THE RING a massive budget to make a goddamn pirate movie? In an era where pirate movies were considered "box office poison"? Yeah...

Now let's look at some of Disney's biggest hits when Iger was in charge. The STAR WARS sequel trilogy and ROGUE ONE? No messages? No themes? Not political? Whatever qualms one may have with the sequel trilogy, the one thing you can't say is that they're not political or have some kind of message. It's always been the people vs. space fascists, who are very clearly based on real-life fascists. Aaaaaaall the way back to the original 1977 STAR WARS, which George Lucas based on the Vietnam War, the Richard Nixon administration, you get the idea!

The AVATAR sequel that opened just a month after Iger's return? Like, need I say more?

Marvel? Absolutely, for all the MCU's faults, they are political and message-y. All the IRON MAN movies, THE WINTER SOLDIER, CIVIL WAR, RAGNAROK, BLACK PANTHER, CAPTAIN MARVEL, they all chipped at something like that. If not that, then they're all basically propaganda for the military industrial-complex. Not the desired political message, but it is one nonetheless. If we're saying "dial down the messaging in these movies"... See how contradictory this all is??

Animation, both Disney Animation and Pixar. ZOOTOPIA, made a billion, the whole damn thing is an Aesop-like parable of prejudice. MOANA, very much a parallel to colonialism and environmentalism. FROZEN II is also about colonialism in some way or another, sins of the past. ENCANTO's generational trauma is completely rooted in its setting's history. Even something like COCO or TURNING RED (the latter greenlit when Iger was in charge) are still political in some way or another - having representation in a large white male-dominated field, that these movies exist and are somewhat doing something for representation. All art is political, really. It's silly to suggest that art isn't, or that art doesn't have some kind of "message".

If this was about poorly integrating the messages into the narratives, like - say - STRANGE WORLD does, then I would understand... But this reads to me as "hey now, don't get political, just giving the masses mindless entertainment comes first"...

Like... Why?

These dunderheaded statements don't make any sense to me.

Especially when the whole history of Disney films and entertainment has some kind of "message" or theme or idea that it's all relaying to the audience. Hell, they made a ton of World War II propaganda films back in the day! You think something like, say, BAMBI was just about cute deer and forest critters? And not about how human beings carelessly cause mass destruction to an animals' habitat and callously take the lives of animals? You think DUMBO was just a cute elephant tale and not at all about prejudice and not othering others for their differences? Or how's about movies like THE HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME and MULAN? Which were slandered as "politically correct" (the late '90s version of "woke") back in the day? Hell, it doesn't have to be overtly political. It can be a personal kind of message, like there was in - say - MARY POPPINS. Like hey, maybe be nicer to your kids?

Like, there's messaging in Disney's legacy. It's how stories work and connect. And that's aaaaall the way down to the parks, too. Hell, a whole park in Walt Disney World - Epcot - is *supposed* to be educational, didactic, and pushing a message in some way or another. Spaceship Earth, Living with the Land, etc. etc. The future, space, the world around us and how we must keep it safe. C'mon now.

Instead of meaningfully addressing the situation, and realizing that what was popular circa 2015 isn't all that big anymore and that maybe Disney should be less concerned with how "Disney" they should make their films, it seems to me that Iger just wants to meddle in the productions more and tailor-make them for audiences that are far smarter than they'd like to believe. Prolonging the funk that they're in...

Like, look at other distribution companies. BARBIE is first and foremost Greta Gerwig's movie, not "Warner Bros. Discovery's BARBIE". OPPENHEIMER is Christopher Nolan's movie, not "Universal's OPPENHEIMER"... Disney needs to get past this "Disney's [Insert Movie Title Here]"... If they did that, they'd be able to make more dynamic movies that the public loves, stuff that wouldn't normally be associated with them. This is why they regularly don't lock acclaimed directors for more original productions, or ones that aren't 20th Century Studios or Searchlight. If they do get one, like Best Picture winner MOONLIGHT director Barry Jenkins, it's because they're attached to some Disney franchise extension. Like wouldn't it be so cool if Jenkins was directing his own movie for Disney and not a fucking tech demo LION KING prequel? They may as well have put him on a Marvel movie!

I mean, yes, Disney did try this a few times in the more recent years to little success. Ava DuVernay directed the massive flop that was A WRINKLE IN TIME (based on the classic novel), and Gore Verbinski didn't find pirate treasure with THE LONE RANGER (based on a character from old radio dramas from the '30s). Even animation familiar Andrew Stanton, who was behind some of Pixar's most beloved films, couldn't turn his John Carter of Mars movie into a franchise starter.

Disney has a sorry history of that, unfortunately. In the '70s and '80s, they turned down the likes of STAR WARS, BACK TO THE FUTURE, and a rather curious Steven Spielberg alien movie that would later morph into E.T.

It even goes back to Walt Disney's later years. Upon seeing TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRG, he remarked "That's the kind of film I'd like to make, but I can't."

Disney has long pigeonholed themselves, they spend too much on their movies, and it's also just fucking hard to second-guess the zeitgeist when something is a year out from release... That should be the evaluation from Iger, NOT "less messaging" and "more executive interference."

I know what Disney CAN be, but it just seems like - between the two Bobs - they actively don't want to pursue that. Well, for the most part. I did say on a piece three-or-so posts ago that I still see interesting stuff coming out of Pixar, 20th Century Studios, and Searchlight. Films like TURNING RED, BARBARIAN, THE MENU, and such have been the highlights of these past couple of years of the Mouse House's movie offerings in my not-so-humble opinion. POOR THINGS looks ten times more interesting than half of the stuff that came out from Disney this year alone.

You may say "but it's all about money." Yeah, I get that! But audiences are clearly rejecting the same ol' same ol! If Disney wants money, maybe they should stop doing this same ol' same ol thing!

A suggestion you know?

As for what he said about sequels today... Iger repeated some well-worn statements there, sorta-kinda "we make too much of them" and "now we'll only make them if there's an artistic reason"... Ehhhhh, maybe do something cool with the sequels to old chestnuts. What if TOY STORY 5 or ZOOTOPIA 2 said "screw it" and went all PUSS IN BOOTS: THE LAST WISH-style soft reboot on these franchises? People will keep coming for sequels if the storytelling doesn't feel like moldy oldies. Your stale old favorites. "Disney, the way you always liked it."

Right? Another suggestion.

Add-on: It's as if Bob Iger, David Zaslav, and El*on M*usk are in a race to see how they can devolve and strip the respective companies they run of what makes them special.

#disney #rant #whatever

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pastafossa · 11 months

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hey pasta! I don’t know if someone has asked this already but is TRT gonna go into Born Again or end at season 3?

So that's where I'm not sure! The current outline is as such:

All Major Arcs (including Cyrus James/Project Beagle fallout arc and psychic abilities arcs): scheduled to wrap up a bit after the end of S3 so that Matt and Jane's arcs/development neatly dovetail together. This will mark the official end of TRT's main fic.

Special Additional Arcs (chaptered fics not attached to main fic but still TRT canon, taking place after end of main fic) in no particular order: Endgame/The Snap arc, Spider-Man: NWH arc, Spoiler Removed arc, tentative She Hulk Shenanigans arc.

Oneshot Arcs: various domestic fluff arcs, interactions with major MCU events, a 'What Their Life Is Like When Old Cause GD It They're Going To Live To Old Age And Will Have Rocking Chairs' arc, a SINGLE take it or leave it 'What If?' fic of something funny with a possible daughter cause damn I had this idea for a hilarious scene and it won't leave me alone

Now, those are what are planned in the outline, and the main event with Project Beagle tie-ins and plotlines and all of that is something I'm still planning to end just after S3 because I really do want to have a finish line for that, and I feel like dragging that all out for Born Again wouldn't work for the... events that are going to happen, without saying too much. Once that's wrapped up, that's when you're going to see TRT finally marked as 'complete' on AO3, though there'll be more fics set in that universe (see special additional arcs and oneshot arcs) that I'll mark as in the Devil and Hound series along with drabbles on tumblr.

Once we're past that official endpoint and those special arcs, though, things get fluid and murky since when I was outlining all the major plotlines, there was no Daredevil: Born Again, nor was Matt even in the MCU officially (which is why Spider-Man pops in way sooner in TRT than he meets Matt in the MCU) and I specifically set up Jane's plotline to bookend with Matt's so their growth twined together and they both finally found peace around the same time. Outside that, I'd planned some shorter chaptered stories in the series post-mainline TRT like the Snap arc that I may now adjust (since it sure is looking like Matt was left behind for the snap) but nothing on the level of TRT's main plotline which is absolutely massive and took me years to fully outline and construct before coming back from hiatus in 2021 and pumping out chapters (Happy six year anniversary to TRT on Sept 15!).

ALL THAT BEING SAID.

I do have plans to write stuff for TRT's take on Born Again because I'm 100% married to writing for Matt at this point and there's no possible way I won't want to do something once I'm being fed Charlie!Matt scenes again. I'm not sure what those plans are just yet - I kinda wanna wait and see what happens in Born Again in case it sparks something. But I also want to make sure that no matter what I do, there's some sort of strong original plotline so that, much like mainline TRT, we'll be able to weave in and out of canonical events (especially since things like the Snap or a wedding or Jane and Matt's friendship with Peter will alter canon). I don't think I'm going to do something quite as huge as TRT's main plotline again, mostly because it takes a TON of time and work, and I'm planning to take the original TRT elements and morph them into an original series fit for publishing (different enough that I can leave TRT up for everyone to read, cause at this point the fic's part of DD fandom culture and I have no plans to take that away) which will also take a ton of time. But I'm definitely rattling my brain around, looking at different plotlines I could do knowing what I know about the ending, hunting for loose ends or canonical threads that I can weave in with TRT's world and create something new!

Then again, I never would have said I'd make something as massive as TRT before I started, either, so who knows.

So in short: YES, there will be TRT events for Born Again even if it's not as elaborate as TRT! I just have no idea what those will be yet. Fortunately, TRT mainline's only a little over halfway done so I've got time to plan!

#the red thread #daredevil: born again #if authors and characters are sometimes like marriages then me and matt and jane have rings #all of the mainline stuff i had was basically planned to wrap up just after season 3 and that's still going to happen #with additional but much shorter chaptered fics planned to explore MCU events through a TRT lens #as well as some domestic fluff stuff and exploring what their relationship looks like as the MCU moves forward #so I was always planning to do *something* in a way #but honestly i didn't expect for there to be a born again #and certainly not as much stuff with matt as is happening #so i didn't really have anything SUPER huge planned unless a movie did something big that sparked an idea (think the snap)#and now i'm like OH MY GOD THE SHOWS THERE WILL BE SO MUCH #and i have a feeling i'll have a lot to work with that might stir some creativity!#it just probably won't be as elaborate as TRT cause gd i love it but it's a ton of work #and i want to get a variation of it published which will also be work since i need to change a mountain of details #but yes i do plan to write stuff for born again set in the TRT universe! just need to see what gets sparked unless i bump into something #that inspires a plotline #a bit like i did with the idea of red threads

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nostalgia-tblr · 11 months

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For anyone keeping track (no one), I have started watching the first Avengers film (MCU not the 60s TV show) but only while eating lunch so it's gonna take a while. So far Nick Fury has been assembling the Avengers (the film was initially released in the UK as Avengers Assemble - because of that 60s TV show - but it's not called that on D+ so I'm calling it what the Americans called it, just FYI) even though there's not yet anything for them to avenge as That Suit Guy (j/k I know his name too!!) isn't dead yet, and now they're on THE FUCKING VALIANT FROM DR WHO and I assume we're gonna continue assembling for a while as they're not all there yet.

MEANWHILE Loki (who is neither an alligator nor a woman in this???) is in a SECRET UNDERGROUND LAIR with a bunch of his stans who are... idk something technobabble that involves irridium and anti-protons. He is there looking for the tesseract on behalf of ???? who I know will be revealed 47 films from now as... no, wait, it wasn't, was it? That was just announced on a website or something? So it could be LITERALLY ANYONE. The Avengers (in-progress) also seem to be after that thing, but I have already forgotten why everyone is wanting it, assuming it was mentioned (it probably was).

Thor hasn't shown up yet, but Arrows Hawkeye is working as a Loki Stan and there's Steve Rogers and THE HULK and The Only Woman One, whose power is that she's a Cold War assassin (??) and I think this one is the film where she gets called a cunt (!) and honestly I am not sure which of the men she's getting officially shipped with, I think Arrows Hawkeye though? Fairly sure, as the alternative is that a man and a woman like each other as people but not in a lusty way, which would never happen obviously. (Hey I may ship mostly het* pairings but I don't always like it!)

Based on the Valiant (if u don't know who she is get da hell out of here!) I am guessing that the film ends with Loki dying in Thor's arms romantically but then I remembered that I know it can't because one of Loki got kidnapped from... either the end of this film or the start of the next one or POSSIBLY just from a later film's time-travel bit (???) but like... maybe they've edited this film secretly and I was right after all? But nobody else has watched it on Disney + recently so nobody knows yet? IT COULD HAPPEN.

Not sure what to make of this film so far, a lot's been going on yet also not much has been going on, and the one I like best so far (Suit Guy) is gonna die (NOT EVEN IN THOR'S ARMS ROMANTICALLY) and god Iron Man really hasn't aged well now that we have that one tech billionaire being a twat in public all the time to remind us what such people tend to be like. WHERE IS THOR????

*I say het but everyone in everything is bisexual, I know this because I thought of it and announced it on tumblr and will now say "I don't make the rules" to make it an objective FACT. I don't make the rules!!!

#the avengers (mcu edition not the 60s one)#(though if u close one eye and tilt ur head the black widow looks a wee bit like emma peel maybe?)#i like to think the lair of loki stans exists after this to post angrily on social media about how actually he did nothing wrong etc etc #let me know if loki's just working from a subway station that's still in use in this that'd be hilarious he'd be so annoyed by it all #torn on the tortured-by-thanos issue so far he does look messy but he might just have the flu and didn't want to back out #a lot of people are depending on him to jumpstart a movie superhero franchise he can't just take the day off can he #if loki took care of himself thor would be LITERALLY UNEMPLOYED how could he? how could YOU?#(the 'god of thunder' thing isn't a job he doesn't get paid for it so it's just a hobby)#(he doesn't even monetise that hobby! you think iron man would give you storms for free? EXACTLY. he'd have a patreon AT LEAST)#(“if you enjoyed this torrential rain pls tip me on ko-fi which is not pronounced like you think it is because it's a really BAD pun”)#mcu tag i guess #and whatever the fuck my loki character tag was #like i said i really do need to categorise my lokis more it's been bothering me for a while #reminder: i am here because they cast a woman in a previously-male role and SHE'S NOT EVEN IN THIS FILM. OR ANY OF THEM. D:#don't think the alligator's gonna turn up here either :( :( :(#otherwise it's just kind of fascinating what this film assumes i do and don't know about these characters #nick fury's a goth right?

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valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn · 7 months

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I think the MCU is pushing the McDonald's x Loki series thing so hard because tv show and movie makers have learned that nostalgia, specifically 1980s nostalgia, tugs on everyone's hearts, whether they were even alive then or not. They really want Sylvie's sob story to tug on our hearts. They really want her to take the place of Loki in our hearts. And I don't think that's happened so far. So it's like they're counting on something as commonplace as McDonald's, something we've all experienced at some point in our lives, going to McDonald's with friends and family, to be the thread that binds Sylvie to our our hearts, I guess. As if she were really one of us and her wants and needs are as humble and as simple as ours is, but has been deprived of her whole life. Not that McDonald's would've ever played a part in her life if her life had not been interrupted, but hey, that's the power of nostalgia, and they're clearly counting on it to help Sylvie along this time!

And it is funny, especially since they basically made a public announcement that the whole McDonald's thing would NOT be played for laughs, just in case we weren't sure, lol! It's funny and also really sad. The way they're treating Loki is not funny at all, but rather pathetic. They're just making sport of him at this point, but they want to make sure we're still laughing at him but not at Sylvie.

And they're doing such a good job of it too. Right now... who is Loki? I hate to admit this but it's true... I have no freaking idea. He used to be this wildly intelligent strategist capable of fooling gods and kings but now he doesn't know how to do anything. He's been so watered down to lift her up that if she's not written well + he's been nerfed to accommodate her... what's the point in watching the series at all?

Sure, the TVA and the timelines and Kang and McDonald's now and whatever else they have to jam into the whole thing to try and make it less empty.

Maybe they read our comments about NWH being all about nostalgia and they thought that was the way to go in future instalments, except they forgot NWH only worked thanks to Raimi and Webb's movies. Remove that and the movie is not good. It's empty. Why the hell does Peter trust villains he doesn't know, how is he such an idiot to take them out of the Sanctum, etc etc.

That nostalgia works in the GoTG movies only because Gunn is all about characters first, story second. The songs, the 80's gadgets... Gunn imbues them with meaning to the point where you're watching a Celestial smashing a Walkman... and you cry! Because it matters! We've seen Quill suffering, we were with him in that hospital room, we've seen him fight tooth and nail, even risk his own life, to retrieve that thing. It matters to him -> we care about him -> we love that freaking Walkman.

Marvel keeps trying to emulate the GoTG except their first attempt at doing so was with Ragnarok, when they hired someone who didn't care at all about the characters... and now with Loki they want more nostalgia but it's through a fast-food joint completely devoid of soul or any personal connection to the characters in the series.

So, it doesn't work. And I'm aware I'm saying this roughly a month before the series is released and I could be wrong... but I highly doubt it. I don't see how they could twist the story to make McDonald's relevant to Loki or Sylvie's stories.

#loki negativity #mcu critical

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fiberslut · 2 years

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Apparently the multiverse is real

Chapter 3: Let's get (a) physical

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Pairing: the avengers x reader

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so you may find some funny words/sentences or broken grammar in here. I'll say sorry in advance but I've tried my best.

Summary: You accidentally travel to Marvel universe(not earth-616), but luckily you've got your phone with you. You may ask what do you mean luckily, just read this fiction.

Warning: mention of injuries, cursing, mention of blood, medical terms

"Stop whining" Tony crosses his arms and looks at me

"But I'm hungry" I'm still whining at him

"Okay Y/N this is going to be the last test" Bruce says as he aspirates the blood from my arm

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Queens. 1-hour ealier.

"Oh my god oh my god, you have healing ability? you're just like one of my friends, oh are you on the Young Avengers team?, I don't think I've seen you before, oh man Mr.Stark would be thrilled to meet you, are you free? cuz I really want you to meet him, wait, by the way, what's your name? I'm Spider-man, nice to meet you" He hands me his hand.

Oh boy, he sure does talk a lot. I really want to tell him that I know who he is. But on the other hand, I want to tease him a little bit and I would feel bad if I have to shut his excitement down too.

"Heyy, I'm Y/N. I just moved here. Nice to meet you too Spider-man" I fake a smile and shake his hand

"Do you have any plans for today? cuz I really want you to meet Mr.Stark, he's the OG the Avengers, he has a lap here in New York, do you know Mr.Stark?" He still asks me enthusiastically

"Noo. Who is he? Is he a celebrity? What is the Avengers? Is it like a band?" Honestly, sometimes I feel like I wanna punch myself in the face

"Oh man, you're the second person that asked me that question, is it really sound like a band? anyway, NO it's not a band, it's a group of superheroes that protect the world" He tells me with a cheerful voice

"That is so cool. I don't have any plan for today anyway. I think I can go with you"

"Great I'll call Mr.Stark right now" "Hey Karen Call Mr.Stark" He talks to himself

I think in this universe, Tony Stark made high-tech suits for spider-man like in the MCU. And Peter can just casually phone-in Tony with his suit.

"Hi hi, Mr.Stark. I'm Pet-. I mean I'm spider-man. Are you at the tower sir? I met this girl, she is kinda special, she has healing ability, sir. Oh, you're having lunch with Ms.Potts? Oh Ok, sir. I'll meet you at the tower" He hung up

"Oh hey. Mr.Stark is busy right. But he said he's leaving and on the way, so I think when we arrive there we would meet him on time"

"Oh ok, I think I'll call an Uber now" I take out my phone and about to open the Uber app

"Uber? No. The traffic's gonna make it up to 1 hour late"

"So how are we gonna go there?" I kinda know what's he gonna answer but at the same time I still wish he would answer something else

"You and me, we're gonna swing there"

well sh*t..

I know I have healing ability but it doesn't mean I'm gonna be ok with being in the air 490ft above the ground.

"You can trust me Y/N" He tells as he grabs my waist and starts to jump up in the sky

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We arrive at Stark tower at about 1:50 PM

Safe and sound of course. But I think I may have had a cramp 2-3 times when Peter swang across the central park.

"Hey, spidey-boy. Where is the girl you're talking about?" Tony walks to Peter in a hurry

"Here, sir" Peter points to me

"Are you kidding me?" Tony looks at me and then looks at Peter

"Hi, dad. How's lunch?" I smile at Tony

"Dad????" Peter asks shockingly

"Hey Pete meet my daughter Y/N" Tony introduces me casually while Peter is still in a shock

"What? How? Wait Mr.Stark, who is Pete you're talking about. I'm Spider-man"

"Why didn't you tell him you know his name Y/N?" Tony stares at me

"What? You know my name?? But how? Did I drop my wallet?" Peter asks as he touches his suit try to locate his wallet

"Yeah.. I know who you are Peter. But it's kinda complicated so I don't want to tell you in the first place" I smile apologetically

"What does he mean that you have healing ability?" Look like Tony only focusing on me now

"I happened to help some people in the fire and it didn't cause me any injury" I tell him the truth

"I can see that her wounds can quickly heal themself too, sir" Peter adds

"Pete, I think you should go now. Don't you have any homework to do?" Tony tries to make Peter leave

"Actually I haven't finished them sir, but I ca-"

"Then I think you should GO and finish them, I'll clear this thing up with my daughter"

"Oh okay, sir" Peter says sadly and swings off the tower

"What else you haven't told me Miss Y/N" Tony walks slowly toward me

"I have no idea about this ability Tony, I swear"

Tony sighs

"I think we should run you some physical examination Y/N, I mean you're from another universe, you may or may not have some weird diseases that my universe doesn't have"

"Ok, I'll do it"

"Wait, what? that easily?"

"Why not? I mean I'm curious about myself too. This was not the first time that I can do something like this. Like today I just ran 3 miles in 10 seconds and the other day I can easily break a giant door on the Bleecker street"

I can tell from his face. Tony Stark is shocking.

"Friday. Is Bruce Banner come in today?" He just asks it out loud

"Yes sir. He is in the lab. On the 32nd floor" Friday answers

"Come on Y/N, let's go to the 32nd floor" Tony takes my hand and walks to the elevator

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We arrived at the 32nd floor and scared the sh*t out of Bruce Banner, luckily he's not turning into a Hulk. Tony told him about everything, about me coming from another universe, me having superpowers, me as his fake daughter. Bruce promised he won't tell anyone. He looked really excited about multiversal traveling. He couldn't keep his hand steady while aspiring my blood.

"It looks like all of her cells have high metabolic activity" Bruce says as he still looks at the microscope

"What do you mean?" Tony asks

"She has the same amount of cells as we have, but they can just function really fast" Bruce finally looks up from the microscope

"As you can see here, this is your tissue Tony, I put some acid into your sample cells, and you can see that your epithelial cells start to create these fibrin to try to protect the underlying cell, your sample will take 3 days to create fibrin to cover all of the ulcer, but her sample can just create them within 3 seconds" Bruce shows us his split screen comparing my cells and Tony's

"So I'm like Ant-man huh?. It's like I shrink myself into this universe, but all of my cells still function at the same rate as I was in my original size, right?" I try to understand it and make it simpler

"Yes, exactly like that" Bruce says

"So basically she is us, a normal person, but better in every aspect?" Tony asks Bruce

"I don't think I can confirm that, I may have to run some more tests on her like can she tolerate radiation? magic? cosmic power? you know? the not average kinds of stuff. I think it would be safe to have her stay in this tower for a while" Bruce tells Tony.

They both look at me, waiting for my answer.

"Okay I will stay in the tower, but only if I have one floor to myself, I'm easily bored"

"Anything for you, my not-so-normal daughter" Tony says and smiles

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"Where are you?" Tony asks through his phone

"I'm in Queens" Happy sounds like he just got up

"Why are you in Queens? Come back here at the tower, Pepper needs to go out for a meeting"

"Because I'm waiting for your daughter Tony"

"She is here"

"What!?"

"Spidey-boy just took her here"

"Did I just wait in the car for 2 hours without knowing anything?"

"Didn't you suppose to look after my daughter?"

"Yeah I know and I won't blame her, but that spidey-boy must did it on purpose, I swear if I meet him again, I will kic-"

Tony hangs up and shakes his head.

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strawberrys-starship · 8 months

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So I watched Star Trek 2009 again and decided to do some more in depth note taking this time around, and decided to post it here. I'll be honest though most of it is me pushing the mcspirk agenda and complaining about the uniforms

Disclaimer! This constrains spoilers for this movie and also Star Trek into darkness, I will also say here that I am an autistic queer man, and I refer to a lot of Spock's behavior as autistic, if that is something that makes you uncomfortable them maybe you should skip this post.

Also the spacing is weird but I'm not gonna fix it, sorry :/

Anyway! Onto the post itself.

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So I'm watching this movie again, I feel like I will like it much better now that I have my own twisted perception of this movie 👍🏻

It's unfair the amount of power this soundtrack has over me

This movie is truly beautiful, the uss kelvin is a gorgeous ship

And the sounds?? Ugh, I love it

I love the fake out they did there, I know so many old trekkies in the theater were like "THERE THE ENTERPRISE!!! LOOK AT HER!!! THERES THE BRIDGE!!! Oh wait..."

I love the funky shape the kelvin has

Ok so, what era are these uniforms supposed to be in? It's not the same ones from Archers days, and even though this is *technically* the point where the timeline diverges, these uniforms had to be canonical in the prime timeline too bc obviously hey were wearing them before they discovered the anomaly.

I'm guessing they just wanted to show that it was in the past? I'm pretty sure these uniforms were invented for this movie specifically.

We're only 1 minute and 43 seconds in.

Yea that ship is pretty damn scary

Oh em gee is Chris Hemsworth, wonder what he's doing here

Side note, when I first watched this I thought he was actually Chris Pine, but I kept going like "hmmm something ain't right here" yeah doofus you got the wrong Chris

It's even funnier when u know that I'm actually a big MCU fan and did a whole marathon of all the movies like a year ago, just full on did not recognize Chris Hemsworth

("Wow Lynsey, you're an MCU fan? How cringe!" Yeah whatever I know, I know, it's got a million and ten problems with it, but hey I love a good fix-it)

Fucking side note- this opening battle scene is gruesome as fuck, I remember watching this the first time and just being like "damn, three minutes in and already we have bodies flying through space??"

Ok so is this canonically what future romulans look like?? Bc this is not what romulans look like in any of the other shows, including SNW but that's all in the "past" so...?

I do find it interesting how many different species they have in starfleet here, because again up until the very minute that wormhole appeared, this was the prime timeline (which begs the question, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO KHAN??) so that means that in TOS they also technically would have had several other species in starfleet at any given time, obviously we don't see that in TOS itself bc of primary budget issues (that's why Spocks makeup wasn't super inhuman and stuff, bc they didn't have the money to put a regular character in super complex makeup every episode) but this little detail opens up a window of possibilities that I find really fun

Like because of this movie, my TOS crew of OC's has an Orion and two Vulcans in their senior staff (I know I know most Vulcans at that time wouldn't be caught dead in starfleet but they're my dollys and I get to decide what they look like!)

I'm back like, an hour later!

Let's get right to it!

He really does like like Chris pine, like I'm not going crazy, am I?

Is it just a Chris thing??

But yeah I can see why all the fics are like "Jim looks EXACTLY like his dad" cuz yeah they kinda do look like brothers if nothing else

Again I wonder what the theater reaction was to that "Kirk!? JIM Kirk?? But I thought he was played by a different blond twink!"

(Listen I'm sorry to say it but Chris Pine was a twink in this movie, it's just the truth! He gets more twunky as the movies go on, though.)

It's so weird to hear Chris Hemsworth speak with an American accent, or at least his attempt at one

Do we ever hear about this captain like, ever again?

I love the romulan language dude

Wait so do the romulans just straight up not have the eyebrow ridges? Like I think I read somewhere that sometimes they don't have them, but it looks like this entire crew doesn't have them

I'm confused

All I can hear when I look at Nero is the wackes bonkes audio that was going around on TikTok like, two years ago

Idk he just gives me that vibe

Spack! :D

Also I'll say right here right now, I do not support this ending for Spock prime!! I will give her a happy ending even if I have to forge it with my own to hands!!

GASP 😱 we're in the past!

I hate the fact that I had a Once phase, because all I can see is Emma so to me it's like a really weird crossover fic where Emma Swan and Thors child is Jim Kirk

What a mix

GASP! 😱 what ever will he do!

He sounds soooo confident that the baby will be ok

Them both being blond and blue eyed gives me the ick

Damn, poor Jim. Now he's got a million and ten allergies.

Ok ok ok I know this is supposed to be super emotional (and to be fair it is pretty emotional) but with all the fics I've read and fan content I've consumed where Jim's dad dying kinda fucked him over and Winona leaving him as soon as she could just makes me apathetic towards them.

So... yeah.

And I know none of that's canon (I don't think? We'll see as the movie goes on and I remember shit) unless I've missed a book or ten somewhere that provides all this extra information (like where frank came from, sam leaving, basically all the troupes we see with most AOS fics)

Damn, I gotta say that's pretty traumatizing

Star Trek!!!

Yep, we just got to the title sequence :)

Baby Jim!!

Ok so canonically Winona is off planet

I do love the fact that Jim listens to dad rock. Why? Because I listen to dad rock!! And it's very important to me that Jim does too!!

Ok so from the fics, that is supposed to be Sam, right?? But is that confirmed anywhere?? Also they never said who was on the phone, I just knew because of the fics

Where did all this extra info come from??

Oh, nope that's some kid named Johnny oops

Let's hope that we don't have cops in the 23rd century, thank you.

The trauma. This kid.

SPACK!

If I'm not mistaken (I probably am) this is one f the first good looks we get at an actual Vulcan city, right? Like in TOS we only got the ritual grounds, in TOSM we got the other ritual grounds, and then the other other ritual grounds, but we never really saw a city of any kind, did we? It's been a minute I might be mistaken.

And then in TNG, we only really saw some of Sareks home and not much else of Vulcan, but then again I haven't watch the majority of Trek so maybe in Voyager or one of the other shows we see more

Anyway, I choose to believe that Vulcan cities look way more colorful then this, you can't convince me otherwise!

When the Vulcan children are in the learning sphere it makes it look like the floor is actually a really big doughnut pan

BABY SPOOOOOOCK 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

SHES LITERALLY THE SMALLEST BABY IN THE WORLDDDDD HOW CAN YOU BULLY HIM YOU BASTARDSSSS

GAHHHHH I LOVE HERRRR

My question is what Vulcan would think this is logical behavior. Like I know that they're xenophobic and like obviously they couldn't care less about logic when it comes to that so it doesn't really matter, but you go up to possibly the golden standard of Vulcan ideology and act like that?? And then say he's the one who's illogical and out of place?? Look In a mirror bud.

BEAR HIM UP! BEAT HIM UP! BEAT HIM UP!

I don't know how I feel about Sarek being British

Sarek I'm not entirely sure that's what they intended when they made you ambassador to earth 💀💀 but I see where Spock get her "Ah yes, it is perfectly logical to have sex with my human captain and the CMO, it builds respect and is a great team exercise."

Sure bitch

It was so random to cast Winona Rider as Spocks mom, I'm not complaining ofc, I love Winona, but just so random

See, I can't just let her be killed off when she's that damn nice. I refuse! Amanda lives!

Idk what kind of gay little outfit this is bust it works for Spock, honestly. Idk I just feel like he can pull it off but if anyone else wore it it'd look ridiculous.

Is that because Spock is my favorite and therefore can do no wrong?

No! Be quiet you!

YEAAAHHHH!!!! GET 'M SPOCK!!! TELL THEM WHATS WHAT!!! BE A BITCH!!! FLIP THEM OFF!!! TELL THEM WHERE THEY CAN SHOVE IT!!!!

I literally love her so much.

The one bar in Iowa 💀

I never know how to feel about this scene.

Jim Kirk you literally bitch. I love him with my entire heart.

Kirk...

Jim Kirk is a gay bitch (he's bi but still)

KIRKKKK 💀💀💀

Ok that was unnecessary. :| fucking 2009.

Kirk: you can whistle really loud, did you know that?

I... cannot tell you how much Jimby Kirk means to me. Just- he is so absolutely important to my wellbeing. I love him so so so much.

I want a tiny star ship salt shaker

It's also very important to me that he rides a motorcycle, because I love motorcycles

Can you tell I'm very heavily attached to AOS Jim Kirk? I don't know how good that is for my health

WEAR A DAMN HELMET YOU DUMBASS!!! YOU CAN STILL CRASH!!!

The Enterprise 🥹

Did they just let him in? No questions?

BONES! BONES! BONES!

LET ME SEE HIMMMM!!!!

BONESSSSSSSSS!!!!! THERE HE ISSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

I just- they all mean so damn much to me

I also identify with Bones so much because I too am a southern queer

Ok I'm sorry, I love Karl Urban, but again I am a southerner and this accent... 💀 I just can't

It's so damn funny to me

You look a little love struck there Jimby 🤨🏳️‍🌈

Ahaha I hope nothing bad is about to happen

Ok no the romulans do have the eyebrow ridges, they're just not very prominent

Wakus bonkus

:( Spock prime

I'm sure he does, I bet he studies your ass every second he gets 💀💀

Also I paused just as they cut to the scene with Jim and Gaila 😬 that's fun.

Ok- first off, very interesting that Uhura doesn't even blink at Gaila being in her underwear, but then proceeds to undress in front of her

Gay? More likely then you think.

Also, can they stop making Jim a creep? Thanks.

Well. I can confirm I am a gay man.

I love her tone here

Bones is over this shit

BISEXUAL BITCHY KIRK!!!

Jim 💀

SPOCK SPOCK SPOCK!

THERE SHE ISSSS

LIGHT OF MY LIFEEE

Kirk 💀 why must you cheat

I can physically hear Jim's thoughts going "oh no she's HOT" when he saw Spock stand up

First off- I love how Spocks the type of autistic that makes too much eye contact, like this whole time he's just 👁️👁️ LASER focused on Jim's face

Second, that's a lowwwww blow Spock 💀 damn.

Gehhsjchdishsjs I feel sickkk

I hate that I know what's coming.

Honestly, I started writing fics just so I can fix this kind of thing, bc in my mind Vulcan is not destroyed! Fuck you!

(Don't mind me just reading the name plates of all the admirals)

SEE BONES IS INTO SPOCK TOO!!!

THEYRE ALL GAY!!

(Ok I need to stop for now cuz it's late and I have things to do, I made it 35 minutes and 29 seconds through!)

(I'm bAAAaaaack!)

Bones hair flying in the wind 💀 he looks so disgruntled

How tall is Chris Pine? I didn't think he was very tall but he towers over this random commander

Maybe that guys just short tho

Bones, you poor poor fool, you're so in love with Jim. One kicked puppy look and it's all over for you

Gehhhhh I am not here for the Spock x Uhura relationshipppppp

The worst part is, is that I honestly think Spock and Uhura could work, not in these movies obviously with how abhorrently they write Uhura to be a #girlboss (and then they did the same thing with chapel in SNW) but I think that if it was written by someone who like, actually cared about the characters then I feel like it could work

But also that because I headcanon Spock using he/she pronouns and being just all over the queer spectrum, and I also headcanon Uhura as the number one lesbian of the year, so I think the dynamic between those specific headcanons would be very interesting to see

Anywho!

Ok now that I'm looking at this relationship through the lens that they are both lesbians I don't mind it as much

BONES 💀 YOU ARE SO GONE ON THIS MAN

"Just sitting there looking all pathetic" HE IS SO IN LOVE WITH JIM ARE YOU KIDDING ME

I... fucking love Bones so much. I can't even put it into words

THERE SHE ISSSSS THE ENTERPRISEEEEE

It seems my opinion on the new uniforms has not changed. Idk what happened but I just do not like how they redesigned the classic tos uniforms, it feels like they took the sparkle out of them, whatever that means

Spack! :D

Ok like. Why do the uniforms just look like a tee shirt and jeans? They don't look like a uniform!!

I also hate the longer cut on the shirt, the higher waist line from tos along with the sleeker pants just looked better to me

ALSO WHY DO THE DRESSES HAVE SHORT SLEEVES??? HOW THE HELL ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO TELL SOMEONES RANK WHEN THEY DONT HAVE THE STRIPES???

And then the delta just printed all over the shirt but there no texture to it... it's like those cheap bodysuit cosplays you can get online where they just print whatever the character is wearing onto a polyester bodysuit that warps whenever you stretch it too far

And the shirt isn't tailored at all!! It's so baggy!! Like Spock was looking at her station, kinda leaning over, and the collar of his science blues was like sticking out because the shirts fit like shit!

Anyway... I got big feelings about these uniforms

I ALSO hate how they attempted to make it look like the shirts were sewn like they were in tos (y'know with that weird shoulder seam they had? I don't know the name of it) but then they're actually just sewn the normal way?? So there's like, double the seams??

Sulu!!

I literally love the dynamic between Bones and Jim so much. He just knocked him the fuck out without even blinking. I love it

Chekov :(

One of my favorite things that Bones does is follow Jim around with a regenerator because he knows that Jim Will Not sit still long enough for him to like actually do his job normally so he's had to adapt

THAT looked like Jim was gonna kiss him

Haha..ha... I wonder why they're drilling into the surface of Vulcan... it'll probably be fine...

Spock is like "what a reckless and intriguing man. I Must Have Him"

I saw that glance gay boy

Damn this movie is actually kinda intense

I hate that I know what's gonna happen

✨Spock and her autism✨

THAT WAS A GAY ASS LOOK KIRK

That guy reminds me of the Skyrim guards

Godddd that is so damn scaryyyyy

Fuckkkk that is so. Fucking. Terrifying. Instantly vaporized.

My question is why didn't they immediately start evacuating Vulcan the second they could

God. I feel physically sick knowing what's about to happen

God.

Gut wrenching.

Six billion.

God damn.

On a side note, I find that I don't mind the relationship between Uhura and Spock as long as I imagine that they're either in a QPR or are lesbians

I still don't like how they reduced Uhuras character to being Spock's girlfriend tho, especially in into darkness.

Anyway. I'm still reeling over Vulcan being destroyed. That was fucking devastating. I can't even think about it

This is why 90% of my AOS writing either takes place during the academy or is an AU

Who the fuck is Nero's actor?? Why do I recognize him??

One sec now I gotta look it up

I looked him up and I literally don't know him from anything except Star Trek, so I guess he just reminds me of someone else but idk who

Ok but. Romulus was destroyed because the star went supernova, not because the federation or Vulcan went after it, right? Like I'm not misremembering that, am I? Guess we'll see.

Like I know Spock got there too late to save it, but Romulus is still gonna be destroyed?? If anything he just made it far less likely that Romulus will survive now that most of the Vulcan scientists that came up with red matter are dead.

I fucking hate those thingssss

I love that Kirk is already in the captains chair, he's just that much of a bitch

They totally just wrote that in so Spock could nerve pinch someone 💀💀

Damn. Really just dumped him on an ice planet

Run bitch!!

Spock :(

Oh my god. The look in his eyes. How does anyone expect me to be ok after that.

Heart wrenching.

Spock hasn't seen her Jim for decades. Possibly even a century. And the first time she sees him again, he doesn't recognize her.

And I know, I know, timeline shit, but like, could you imagine how devastating that is? To see your lost loved one and them just straight up not even know you? And Vulcans feel emotions so much stronger too.

Yea so see? They didn't personally destroy the planet! It a was natural space disaster! And Nero probably just fucked up any chance of them being saved from it!

Man, now I want to watch TOS again so I can see Spock happy.

Spock to McCoy: I understand that James Kirk is a ""friend"" of yours

It's ok you can call them boyfriends

These southern phrases they have Bones saying are insane 💀 not once during my life as a southerner have I ever heard someone say that, and I hear weird shit come out of other southerners mouths every day. We make shit up, but nothing that damn complicated 💀💀

SPOCK YOU ABSOLUTE CUNT 💀💀💀

SHES LITERALLY GOT A SMIRK ON HIS FACE RIGHT NOW

I missed bitchy Spock 💕

WHAT AN ABSOLUTE BITCHHHHHHH

Sorry McCoy I don't think you can come back from that 💀💀💀💀💀 Damn

Ok no need to be racist McCoy

Or xenophobic, technically

Oh don't worry Spock prime, Jim's tiny little human arms got the door, just keep on walking down the hall

SCOTTYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!

THERES THAT CHAOTIC SON OF A BITCH!!!

YOU DUMBASS 💀💀💀 I DIDNT KNOW HE USED ARCHERS DOG 💀💀💀

AOS Scotty is one of my absolute favorite things in the world

Kirks over this destiny shit, man

And then Spock prime breaks that rule himself 💀💀 I think she just didn't want to deal with her angsty younger self

Fuck Spock prime doesn't even know this version of his mom is dead too

WAHHHHHHAHA 😭😭😭 THAT OLD FRIEND WAS JIMMMMM BECAUSE HE FUCKING CHEATED THE SYSTEM ALL THE TIMEEEEEE

you got this Kirk, don't worry about it

There was way more water in that pipe then that

Spock: un-fucking-believable. He found his way back onto the ship. I Must Have Him.

Ohhh shit here comes one of my absolute least favorites scenes. THE PAINNNNN

Oh my goddd like I know why Jim is doing this but it HURTS and it makes me want to DIE

Oh my god oh my god STOP

STOOOOP

GET EM!!! GET HIS ASS!!! SHOOT HIM INTO SPACE!!!

But not rlly cuz I love him

And that single shot of Kirk changed the entire fandom. For the better? For the worse? Who's to say

Scotty 💀💀💀💀

Yeah fair 💀

Oh my goddd the cut of these shirts bothers me SO MUCH

THEY LOOK AWFULLLLLL

IT LITERALLY TURNS EVERYONE THAT WHERES THEM INTO A SHAPELESS BOX

except if you're a woman, then that thing is tailored to your body like a glove 🙄

Its guns-UH-blazing, McCoy! Get it right

I can't explain in but Spock is standing in a very autistic way

WHAT IS THIS LOOK SHES GIVING KIRK RIGHT NOW

"Vulcans don't show emotion" MY ASS!!! SPOCKS ALREADY SMITTEN!!

They are standing veryyy close

OK WHAT WAS THAT SLAP SOUND EFFECT 💀

And Spocks face after 💀💀 pure regret

Ok no thanks I'd rather not see them make out

😐

Gaygaygaygay

Kirk "oh wow that weird, wonder why it called u ambassador, that so random" 💀💀

YALL CANT JUST STARE INTO EACH OTHERS EYES LIKE THAT WHILE STANDING TWO INCHES APART AND THEN CLAME THAT SPOCK AND JIM ARE 100% CISHET

I WONT BELIEVE IT!!

Spock finding a chair that swivels on its own fascinating is extremely autistic

Dude the Vulcan ship is literally so damn cool

Whys this damn thing got no safety rails?? Isn't this a ship from the future?? I figured you'd be at least a little concerned with safety, holy shit

I really thought Nero went "FUCK!!!" But he was just saying Spock 💀

Jimbyyyy Kirk, what a sad lil boy

And that's how you break several ribs

Ok damn I got chills when the enterprise appeared

"Jim!" "Bones!"

HOMOS!

OH MY GODDDD THEY ARE LITERALLY FLIRTING RIGHT IN FRONT OF MEEEE

The enterprise looks so tiny

damn, got chills again

GAY

Ok one sec I know that this is like an "omg Spock and Spock are talking!" Thing but-

SEE THEY KNOW HOW TO TAILOR SHIT!! THAT PROFESSOR UNIFORM LOOKS GREAT ON SPOCK!! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED WITH THE OTHER UNIFORMS!!

Spock prime knows exactly what's going on. She really said "that's gonna be one of your husbands, couldn't get in the way of that lmao"

AGAIN EVEN THE ADMIRAL UNIFORM LOOKS BETTER THEN THE STANDARD UNIFORM!!

Gay! They are GAY!

GAY AGAIN!! THEY ARE ALL FUCKIG GAY!!!

AHHHH THE ORIGINAL INTRO ;;;0;;;

IM NOT CRYING YOURE CRYING

also that was the end of the movie! I didn't time myself this time around, but I would say all in all it probably took me like three hours to watch this movie, maybe more

Anywho! Maybe I'll watch into darkness again soon so I can cringe (not that I don't like the movie, it's a fun time, but there are some bits that are just... yikes, y'know? Namely Khan)

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