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shayyprasad · 1 month

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hello!! can you please do one with mcu peter parker where reader survived a bad mass sh00ting, and they're somewhere in the city, someone pops fireworks and reader gets scared cuz it kinda resembles gunshots and peter comforts her? thanks 🫶

promise | peter parker

hi, darling! thanks for requesting, i hope i did it justice! (this took a little longer than anticipated to get out, sorry!)

summary: the pain of the past is a tricky thing, even more so when it's traumatic.

warnings: mass sh00ting, themes of vi0lence,mentions of bl00d, g#ns/g#nshots, panic attack, ptsd

pairing: comfort!peter parker x hurt!reader

word count: 2.3k+ words

the festival is big, it's bustling with life. happy couples, children, and families roam the area, food in hand, smiles on faces.

lights stream from booth-to-booth, which there are row and rows of. you're walking hand in hand with peter, giggling about something he said.

after a long couple weeks, this is exactly what the two of you need. alone time (well, not really alone). just something to bring spirits up.

you pass by another couple, where a girl is holding the cutest teddy-bear. it's a soft beige, with darker laced bow around it's neck. he sees you eyeing it, grin on his face.

peter is thinking exactly this; "i'm winning that for her."

he drop your hand, to which you complain, and strides up to the couple. "hey, man. what booth did you get that from?"

the man looks up at peter, smile on his face, "all the way in the back, it's red, last row, i think."

peter nods, thanking the guy. he walks back over to you, grabbing your hand again. by the look on your face, he can tell you didn't hear.

he kisses your cheek, then pecks your lips. "wanna come find out?"

you nod like it's obvious, but peter likes teasing.

he's always liked teasing you- no, loved. he fell in love with the way your cheeks turned pink when he did so, all that power in his hands. somewhere along the line, he fell in love with you too.

if someone were to ask him when, he wouldn't know. he's always had that feeling for you, since the day you met. it just got stronger as time went on.

peter pulls you to the back of the large park where the festival is set up, all the way to the back. "peter!" you laugh, "slow down!"

you bump into many people along the way, apologizing to each one. but after a while, you give up.

he takes you to where the guy said it would be, and sure enough, there's a red booth, a row of teddy-bears in the prize cabinet. "i," peter declared to you, "am winning you that."

you squeal; you've got no doubt he can. "really?"

"yep."

you're already thinking of where to put it. the nightstand by your bed would look nice, or maybe the bookshelf. finally, you decide you'll keep it in bed with you.

peter steps up to the booth, and it's one of those ping-pong-in-the-cup ones. his spidey senses won't even make him break a sweat. he pays and the lady gives him three small balls. he weighs them in his hand, calculating how much force he'll need to use.

you're clearing excited, making him equally giddy. "ready, baby?" he asks, stealing a kiss for good luck.

"yeah!" you exclaim, with a clap of your hands.

peter glances at the cups, then back at the balls. he squints, aims, and makes the shot.

that's one.

"go, peter!" you cheer.

aims, and then makes the shot. it's almost too easy.

that's two.

he makes the shot.

that's three.

it's over so quickly, that the lady is suprised. nevertheless, she takes the bear out of the cabinet and hands it to peter, who in turn, hands it to you.

"aww!" you gush, "it's so cute!" throwing your arms arounf him, "thanks, petey," you nuzzle your nose to his.

"anything for my angel."

you kiss him, and hold the bear close to you. there's a small group of patio chairs and tables, and for the most part, it's empty. "can we sit down for a bit?" you asked, and then smiling, "not everyone has spider-man stamina."

he laughs, and you're sure it's the prettiest noise you've ever heard. you and peter move over there, and he pulls of your chair. "god," you half-swoon, "may really did raise you right."

"didn't she? i'm so charming. and chivalrous. and-"

"good in bed," you say, it's off-handedly, he can't help but blush. met by his silence, you over at him from across the table. "oh, sorry. i though we were listing things. you can't forget the most important one, can you?"

peter rolls his eyes, still flustered, "so you wouldn't be with me if it weren't for that?"

"hmm," you joke, drawing this out. it's fun, it's a distraction; you love it, and you love him. "well, it's cool you know tony stark."

"then go date him," peter says, playing along.

"maybe i will," you pull the bear to your chest.

peter makes a face, kicking you gently from under the table. "he's, like, 50!"

"well, maybe i like that. he can be my sugar-"

"okay, yeah, we're done. no- we're done."

"you sound jealousss..."

"no, i'm throughly concerned. mr. starks' about 30 years older than you!"

you sigh, "what about captain america?"

"that's worse! wait, you know he's a hundred-something, right?"

"even better. and he doesn't even look it."

"y/n. no."

"fine, fine- oh, wait! have you seen bucky? god, i just want him to bend me-"

"i don't wanna hear the rest of that sentence."

"i suppose i'll settle for spider-man," you say. "too bad he's not super-old and rich."

he kicks you again, and you giggle, falling into silence. you're having something of a staring contest with him, but you lost ages ago. your eyes trace his facial feature, and he's so pretty. you open your mouth-

"you're so pretty," peter says, leaning against his hand.

"aw. you stole my compliment. i was gonna tell you that."

"well, y'know, you still can."

"okay. you're more prettier."

"seriously? 'more prettier?' aren't you literally majoring in creative writing?"

"it's my off-day. now take the compliment."

"thank you. but you're the prettiest."

"you're max pretty times infinity. so... take that."

"and that's why you aren't a math major."

"boo-hoo. i win."

he sighs, long and exaggerated, "i can't argue with the basic, ever-true fundamentals of math."

"no, you can't."

you bicker back and forth, before you know it, it's gotten dark. peter scoots his chair next to you, arm slung around you. "isn't it nice?"

"what?" you asked, looking up at him through your lashes.

"spending some nice time together."

"oh. yeah. it is. it's been some time since we've had this much fun."

"mm. after this, do you-"

and it's so quick and unprecedented, you don't even notice it. it's a short pop, and instantly you've broken into a cool sweat.

because, god, it sounds so much like-

there's screaming. so much of it. it's never-ending, buring into your ears. it's everywhere, coming from everyone, and now it just sounds like a one big siren-y noise.

it feels like you're back there in a blink, feet glued to one spot as people run away.

"pe-peter," you choke, "you said- you said there wouldn't be fireworks!"

he looked around, almost frantic. "no, hey, breathe. the website said there wouldn't, and i double checked with the staff. it might be some kids-" he thinks that was the only one, but just a second later, loud pops and crackles go off - a whole series of them.

peter figures that it's some stupid teenagers down by the dock, which isn't far from here, but that's not his main priority right now.

his main priority is you.

you tune it out, the rest of his sentence because suddenly, it's not fireworks anymore.

you can see the bodies from where you're standing, darky, inky, red liquid spilling. they aren't bodies, not really, but lumps of clothing, a corpse inside.

you think you might be sick, but you can't feel anything.

or maybe you're feeling everything, but it's too much, so it doesn't feel like anything.

peter's holding you tight, you're aware of that, but you can't breathe. it's like your stomach twists itself into knots, like a rubberband being stretched and pulled.

your hands are clammy, your heart rate is speeding up, and your breath is getting shallow. you feel like you're going to burst.

honestly, it's not a great sensation. it's sickening.

you want to focus on what peter's saying to you - something along the lines of breathe - but you can't. you're sucked up into the past. but it doesn't feel like the past. it feels like the present.

someone knocks into you, and you fall onto your shoulder. you're wearing a sleeveless shirt, and your shoulder is rubbed up against the hard granite of the ground. you can faintly feel the blood that's there. though, you can't get it out of your mind that it's nothing like the body just 50 feet away.

you should move, probably, get up.

you can't.

you're frozen, all but for you're trembling breath, just as you were then.

peter grabs your chin, making you look at him. "y/n - can -" it's choppy, not enough to ground you.

and just like that he's gone again.

you never looked at any news reports, but you're sure that there were hundreds killed.

why weren't you one of them? it wasn't that you wanted to die that day, but it didn't seem fair.

children, parents, significant others, grandparents, babies...

they told you that you were lucky.

you don't feel lucky.

he squeezes your shoulders, "hey, hey, can you tell me three things you hear?"

you knows he's trying to help, but you want him to shut up. he seems to know this, but presses on, "three things you hear, angel,"

you're hyperventilating, "music," you choke out, it's the cheesy tunes, "the- the-" you're trying to think, "laughing, there's laughing. i h-i hear you."

"brave darling," he says, "can you do another on for me? two things you smell?"

"um," is it working? you can't tell. "food- food?"

"that's right," peter coos. "one more."

"your cologne."

"last thing, last one, lovie. one thing you taste."

"blood." it's short, you bite it out.

wait- blood?

"blood?" peter asks. he's concerned.

you swipe your tongue over your teeth, there's that distinct metallic taste. you bit your tongue, and you didn't even realize how hard.

he gently grabs your jaw, "no- hey, don't do that, my love."

you press your tougue against the roof of your mouth, trying to will the blood away.

peter wipes away a hot tear you didn't even know was there, "my love, breathe. you're safe, you're okay."

you bury your face into his chest, clutching his shirt. your hands are sweaty, but your lungs are doing there job better.

your breathing slows, and you're left sobbing. he tells you that it's okay, he tells you that you're safe. you know that in spider-man's arms you are, but it doesn't slow the cries.

his heart aches, seeing you like this. you've been getting help, but the hurt doesn't go away all at once.

peter knows this better than most.

he also knows that sometimes there isn't anything anyone can do to help (even though this is all he wants to do).

all he can do is sit there and hold you, let you know you'll be okay.

your crying stops, leaving you with hiccups. you're beyond glad that there isn't really anyone here, expect for an eldery pair. out of the corner of your eye, you can see they're concerned.

you feel like you can sense the dried blood on your shoulder, and you want nothing more than to scratch it away. you feel so filthy.

on impluse, you pull away from peter slightly, brushing that shoulder off. you can see the scar that it left, making you want to throw up. there's a patch of warm saliva that coats your toungue, and you can feel the burn in your throat, but barfing in public is the last thing you want to do, so you swallow it, gagging.

your head hurts, and suddenly, the festival isn't fun.

"oh, pretty girl, i'm so sorry," your tucked back into the safety of his hold, silent. "'s some dumb kids. i promise you, i had-"

"i know," you sniff. you're tried, exhausted.

"do you wanna go home?"

he reads you well, you think.

in response, you nod meekly. "okay, honey, we can go home. do you want a second?"

you shake your head; you wanna get outta here.

he helps you up, arm wrapped around your waist.

his main priority is to get you home, where you'll be content tangled in sheets. it's a quiet ride home, his hand is on your thigh, you're holding on tight.

you're asleep by the time he gets home, so he gently scoops you up, making his way inside.

peter sets you on the bed, going to the bathroom to get makeup wipes. he's sure you don't want to sleep in that.

it's the cool wipe that wakes you up, your eyelids fluttering open.

"petey?"

"hm? you're okay. we're home. 'm taking off your makeup." he pulls one of his shirts out from his drawer, moving back over to you.

"help me take this off?" he askes, tugging on the hem of your shirt.

you comply, and he takes it off, replacing it with one of his. you shimmy out of your shorts, and he tosses them somewhere, along with his own shirt. he quickly changes into something comfier, sliding into bed with you.

"feeling better?"

"yeah. i'm sorry- i-"

"don't you dare apologize," peter lightly scolds you, there's a soft type of stern in his voice.

you let your mouth fall shit, you aren't winning this. instead, you tuck yourself into his side, shielded from all your pain. when your so close to peter, all you can focus on is his scent, his love, leaving no room for everything else.

you sigh into his touch, and he holds you softly. "do you feel better?"

you're quiet, you don't have to put up a wall with him, because it's easy around peter. "yeah," you reply after a moment. "i feel better. 'm just tired now."

"okay," peter kisses your forehead, "then we can go to sleep, pretty girl."

to you it's a simple thing to say, it's sensible. to him? no.

to peter, it's a promise.

it's a promise that he'll always be by your side, that he's gonna be here to work it out, to put a smile on your face.

yeah, it's a promise.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #peter parker #spiderman #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #fluff #tom holland x you #angst #peter parker imagine #hurt/comfort #comfort!peter parker x hurt!reader

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creamecafe · 4 days

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Dating MCU!Peter Parker HCs

Pairing: MCU!Peter Parker x GN!Reader (No pronouns used)

Warnings: none just fluff and suggestive themes but nothing explicit, mostly allusions.

Before finding out he's Spider-Man

Sweetest boyfriend to exist

He loves you crazy much

Golden retriever vibes (More like Brown Retriever because of his hair but you get the point)

Doesn't know what to do with PDA

You guys could be dating for a month or a year and he still doesn't know whether to hold your hand or put your hand around your waist

Loves building Legos with you

Study dates are a must have for him

After finding out he's Spider-Man

Finding out he was Spider-Man was a huge roller coaster

I mean him hiding a secret from you that he's Spider-Man? Not a chance in the world could he cover it up.

The poor boy couldn't even hide that he had the hugest crush on you since Kindergarten

Aunt May loves you. Like a lot

She would let you sleep over if you had no place to go.

Gives you food, drives you and Peter around, basically treating you like she would treat Peter

Jokes about you and Peter doing something naughty

"Oh I'm so sorry, I should've knocked. What are you guys up to?"

"Hi Aunt May, we're just studying

"Oh alright, if you're going to be "studying", make sure you use protection. I could go to the store right now to get you some condoms."

"Aunt May!"

Being awesome friends with Ned, MJ, and Betty (Flash tries to act like a friend but is only nice to Peter because your dating him)

Flash would hit on you even though you gave multiple signs that your not interested in him

Peter just gets worried that he's not enough for you.

He's insecure of how much money he has, if your bored of him, etc.

But you always tell him you love him and don't care how much he has

Sharing playlists with him on Spotify is love language to him (No premium, but that's ok because you guys have memorized the ads to keep you guys entertained)

Upside down kisses makes him weak (or is it the blood rushing to his head when's he upside down?)

Swings around New York with you to help ease stress or to spend time with you

Talks about you a lot to the Avengers and especially Tony

Could never forgive himself if you ever got hurt or Worse

But you assure him nothing will happen to you

He's such a aftercare sweetie

Gives you water, snacks and hugging you close

Praises you saying you did a good job and if he did anything that you didn't like or what he could do better

Loves discussing about the future with you

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lizthewriter · 3 months

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pretty isn't pretty / peter parker

PAIRING mcu!college!peter parker x insecure!fem!reader

SUMMARY you feel insecure about your apperance, but peter let's you know he thinks the world of you. (blurb).

TAGS mcu!college!peter parker x insecure!fem!reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, peter parker is a good bf

QUOTE "i could change up my body and change up my face, / i could try every lipstick in every shade, / but i'd always feel the same, / 'cause pretty isn't pretty enough anyway," - pretty isn't pretty by olivia rodrigo

WORD COUNT 600

WRITTEN 12.30.2023

you stared into the bathroom mirror in peter's microscopically sized apartment. every little blemish was picked apart, every little imperfection taken notice of. you raise a hand to your cheek, a dull expression haunting your eyes. is this what people saw everyday? is this the person they waved hi to in the halls, the person they interacted with in lab? is this the sight people were subjected to?

"- and i was thinking maybe we could grab a bite to eat while we're out anyways, my tr- whoa, what's wrong?"

your beautiful, kind, lovely boyfriend leaned into the bathroom, watching you with concern. peter was perfect in every way imaginable. he had a handsome, adorable face, clear skin, amazing build, and a good height. he was intelligent, witty, sweet. how could he ever want to be with someone like you?

"nothing," you responded weakly, tfying to muster a convincing smile. "thai again? you'll have to give me some time to get ready -"

"hey, no! we don't do that," peter said, giving you a look that was half-reprimanding and half-concerned. honestly, did you even deserve him? "we don't close up on each other, right? that was a deal we made. talk to me, babe, please." he had grabbed your hands in his, looking at you with those warm puppy eyes you couldn't deny.

no longer could you meet his eyes. you drew your hands away, rubbing at the back of your neck. your eyes suddenly found their attention latched onto the new makeup you had bought recently, various differenr shades of lipsticks and such glaring back at you. "i- am i pretty?"

peter seemed flabbergasted by the question. "uh, no. i think you're very pretty, actually. like, the prettiest girl i've ever seen in my whole life and-"

you stopped him before he could continue with a gentle hand pressed to his chest. "no, peter, not do you think i'm pretty. am i pretty?"

the sadness in your eyes gave him more cause for concern. with your head directed towards the floor, he had to take a knee to look up at you, to force you to look at him. "hey. hey. where is this coming from, huh? is someone saying stuff to you? someone online, or?"

"i don't know," you whispered. it felt uncomfortable in your own skin. you never felt good enough. you never felt smart enough, or strong enough, or pretty enough. especially pretty enough. "i guess . . . everywhere. online and in movies and on social media. in real life even. there are so many other girls out there - prettier, skinnier, better. i'll never measure up to them."

"hey," peter whispered softly, a smile dainting his face as he gingerly held your chin between his thumb and forefinger. "you can't compare yourself to other people, okay? beauty is subjective. in other cultures, things that might be considered beautiful could be considered unattractive to us. and maybe that's not what you want to hear. if you want to hear me tell you that i think you're beautiful, then i will, because you are beautiful, no matter what everyone else says. like in a oh-my-god-is-that-her-jaw-dropping-i-want-to-get-down-on-one-knee-and-propose way. seriously, i cannot believe my luck, like how could i have gotten - mmph!"

he let out a muffled groan of shock into your mouth as you pressed a firm kiss to his lips. when you pulled away, you rolled your eyes, grinning from ear to ear. "peter benjamin parker, you're incredibly kind, you know that?"

"correction, i'm incredibly right."

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #spiderman x reader #spiderman x you #marvel #my writing #fanfiction #my fanfiction #my fic #writing #fanfic #— [ glizzy posts ☆ ]

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marvel-ousmondays · 4 months

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Iron Man (2008)

As mentioned in last post, when I went to Iron Man I literally had no idea that such a superhero existed. (I thought Sherlock Holmes with RDJ came out first but apparently not so I had essentially no knowledge of the actor either.) My friends and I decided to spend the day out at the nearest town big enough to have a book store, craft stores, and a Target, as well as a Drive-In movie theater. I was now a college student and enjoying the freedom of no curfew, rebel that I was. I'm pretty sure the movie prior to Iron Man was the Narnia: Prince Caspian movie. I mention this because I hated that movie. It bastardized the book something awful and after the first movie was so faithful an adaptation, this was incredibly disappointing. However, this meant I was doubly primed to appreciate the awesomeness that Iron Man ended up being. I've watched it a few times since then, but usually as background to something else. I decided for this challenge I did REALLY want to watch the movies/shows. No other distractions- just it. I can take breaks (it took me 3 days to finish Iron Man due to various constraints last week) but when I'm watching, I'm JUST watching.

Here were my takeaways this time

The differences in Terrence Howard's Rhodey and Cheadle's Rhodey are always a bit mind boggling and part of what makes Iron Man feel really different from the later films. We're also just starting MCU so while they aren't LACKING budget, it's not the level it would be later. This doesn't hurt the movie at all for the record, if anything I think it meant the story had to be more well-developed and the actors better.

But this first film has a seriousness and a somberness that most of the other films only flirt with (notable exception being Infinity War of course).

The scene where Tony goes back to help Gulmira, Yinsen's home, and we see the 13 year old boy screaming and crying as his father is pried away from their family, the soldiers clearly planning to execute him and all the other grown men. The young boy tears himself away from his mother to his father, determined to keep him, to save him. His father, begging his son to go, so that he will live even though he knows- he KNOWS he will not. This moment of utter terror made personal just before Tony shows up is incredible and all the more so when put into historical context. The U.S. was still in Afghanistan and Iraq at this time and it was easy for citizens here to paint everyone in those areas with the same brush. But in this moment you CAN'T. You HAVE to see the family ripped apart right alongside the terrorists and be forced to realize that race, ethnicity, language don't make terrible people- actions do.

A common criticism of Marvel movies is they don't let a moment sit- that they always break a serious moment with a joke. But this one doesn't do that. There are multiple heavy moments- after Yinsen's death for one and when Pepper nearly quits (because she can't watch Tony self-sabotage and possibly die) and he tells her:

"I shouldn't be alive... unless it was for a reason. I'm not crazy, Pepper. I just finally know what I have to do. And I know in my heart that it's right."

This moment sits between them so clearly, so starkly and it is not ended with a joke, but with Pepper grabbing the flashdrive and asking what to do. (Thinking back, I'm wondering how many of those MCU "broken" moments are by Tony. He's the one uncomfortable with emotion. Him breaking those moments with humor is actually 100% in character. Something to pay attention to as I watch.)

Finally, and perhaps most importantly, some of the key themes of this movie just strike to the heart.

Death from a distance is easy to ignore or even be complicit in, but death up close rips us apart. Tony sold weapons that he knew took lives for years but it wasn't until he watched Yinsen die that I think he really understands what that means. Yes, his parents had died before but he wasn't THERE, he didn't SEE it. This death, this is the one that makes him really know what it means.

You don't have to change everything to be a better person. Tony is still self-centered. He still likes attention. He's still arrogant and as we will see next movie, open to playing the field as Pepper and him haven't committed. But not only has he stopped being complicit in the deaths of the innocent, he's taken on the mantle of protecting them.

Lastly, who the good guys are is largely a matter of perspective. This obviously gets hit harder again in Ultron (oh that glorious train wreck- I'm looking forward to writing about you), but it matters here. Tony was fine manufacturing weapons because he assumed he was supporting the "good guys", the 'Muricans. But not only was Obadiah dirty dealing, he is forced to learn the good guys aren't always as discriminatory with their weapon use as they purport to be. That it's easy to start painting with broad brushstrokes in areas where precision is actually called for.

Overall I'm really glad I PAID attention to this one this round. The grittiness and the depth really hit the way they did the first time or even more so. Onward to The Incredible Hulk, even though it's only semi-canon now.

Note for me:

Directed by: Jon Favreau

#mcu #marvel mcu #marvel #iron man #tony stark

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femscottlang · 1 year

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The CPA and SSA - part two

part one part two part three

Aaron Hotchner x accountant! reader

Summary- The case they're currently working on has gotten bad, the unsub has been stalking the team and they need a safe place to stay. Luckily, Aaron has a girlfriend in Alexandria that he has yet to tell the team about.

Contents/ warnings; description of cases, a little bit of hurt/comfort, established relationship, just overall kinda fluffy and sweet :)

Word count- 2k-ish

AN: thank you for the love on part one, I didn't expect people to see it if I'm being honest !! Here's part two

Send me asks and requests! im happy to do blurbs on characters from CM and MCU :)

Once you dug through your cabinet and found your oven mitts, you carried the pot of curry into the dining room. Aaron followed behind you with the plate of naan balanced on top of the pot of rice muttering about how he could've carried the heavier pot. “Sure you could, old man.” he scoffed “I'm not that much older than you.” You set the pot down, jogging back to the kitchen to get serving spoons and a pitcher of water. Once everything was set down, you clasped your hands together “It's nothin fancy, but I can promise it tastes good” you smiled, sitting down between Aaron and Penelope, who was practically vibrating in her seat.

“Oh shoot, I forgot to get y'all glasses for the water” you slapped your hand over your forehead and moved to get up. Before you could stand, Aaron placed a hand on your thigh and made you sit back down “You’ve done plenty. I’ll grab the glasses, pumpkin. You relax” He said as he got up. You grabbed his hand off of your leg and kissed it before letting him go back into the kitchen.

You served yourself some food and looked up at the team with a soft smile before settling back in your seat “Alright. I know you have questions, go ahead.” Penelope piped up first “what do you do for work? What's your favorite color? Favorite hobby? Have you met Jack?” She paused and gasped “Oh my god do you even know that Hotch has a kid?” She asked, looking at you with wide eyes before bringing her spoon to her mouth “Oh my god I don't even care anymore. Please marry him and feed us.”

You grinned at the bubbly blonde next to you “I'm an accountant, uh- green? I like to crochet. Yes, I have met Jack, he has a room here because of how often Aar -hotch and Jack stay over.” You took a bite of the curry as you waited for more questions.

The next to speak up was Spencer, “Did you know that the word accountant stems from the old French word ‘compter’ which stems from the Latin word ‘computare’ meaning to calculate” he stated, as he tried to tuck his hair behind his ear but it wasn't quite long enough. You tilted your head and shrugged “No I didn't, but that makes sense since the first accountant existed in the 1490s” you added, watching his eyes light up at your knowledge.

“Okay enough of the accounting facts, give us some juice on Aaron” Emily said, leaning forward with a mischievous smile. You furrowed your eyebrows and chewed the inside of your cheek, running through some options in your head and weighing which one would embarrass him the most but anger him the least. When you landed on one, your smile matched Emily's.

“When he sleeps over he wears one of my oversized shirts that says ‘Number One Gr-” you feel a hand cover your mouth “O-Kay enough of that,” Aaron said. You licked his hand, causing him to recoil and wipe it on your shirt. “Jack is a bad influence on you.” He muttered. You snickered “It says NumberOneGrandpa!” you said quickly before he could shut you up again. His team erupted in laughter, yelling over each other for a photo or for hotch to go put it on. Sadly, you didn't have any but you joined in on the peer pressure for him to wear it to bed tonight.

He slung an arm over the back of your chair and leaned back, shaking his head “Look what you've done.” He glared at you with a smile ghosting his lips “I don't know what you're talking about” You looked up at the ceiling so as to not meet his eyes

“Evil. Evil woman. That's what you are.” He said as you moved your chair closer to him and put your head on his shoulder “Oh I'm fully aware.”

Once everyone finished eating, Rossi ended up insisting on doing the dishes for you while the rest of you changed into more comfortable clothes and decided to call it a night. You ran around for a while, making sure everyone had towels to shower, fresh sheets and took out the air mattresses you have for family visits and occasional movie nights with Jack and Aaron.

You checked your watch after you put on sweatpants and one of Aaron's quarter zips that you've been hoarding. “You should really put on the number one grandpa shirt.” You said as you walked into the bathroom where he was just in sweatpants while brushing his teeth. You watched him roll his eyes in the mirror “I'm serious! You and your team seem so stressed. It would really give them a good laugh”

you leaned against the counter. He spit out the toothpaste and looked at you before dropping his head in defeat “fine I'll wear it” he grimaced “mm don't put it on yet, I have a feeling this is our only moment of privacy for the rest of the night” you said, reaching up and running your fingers through his hair “ tell me the truth. How bad is it? The case I mean” your voice barely above a whisper as your hand moved from his hair to his sunken cheek, tilting his head towards you so he would look you in the eye.

You watched his eyes rack over your face “Hey! Stop trying to profile me, just tell me.” You frowned, which only deepened when he grinned at you “Oh it's not trying, I did profile you. You are a complete open book. You are the most expressive person I have ever met.” He said, peppering kisses all over your face in an attempt to get you to forget what you were asking about. It worked.

“that's why you're dating me? Because I'm easy to read?” You raised an eyebrow “Yes. That is the only reason I have been seeing you for three years” he deadpanned. It was your turn to roll your eyes before looking at him. His frown lines have faded over the last few years, as well as the line in between his eyebrows. He's not the drill sergeant he was when you first met him. Maybe aging softened him. Maybe you. You thought about it and came to the conclusion that it was both.

You sighed “you don’t have to tell me. Just- don’t do anything too stupid?” you asked, reaching up to cup his face and run your hands through the small amount of stubble he grew. “I promise I will not do anything too stupid” he leaned his head into your hand, kissing your palm.

You hummed “good. Now I’m gonna go get the shirt” you pushed yourself all off the counter and began to walk towards the bedroom before he grabbed you, pulling your back against his chest “stay in here with me a little longer. I don't want to share you yet” you leaned your weight against him. “Shoulda thought about that before you brought them to my house”

He was warm and smelled like open woods. Like a cold campsite on a summer evening with a fire crackling and the smoke being taken up to the constellations you could see without the city's light pollution. Aaron was a campfire. Warm and full of life. Dangerous, but contained. Wouldn't have hurt you unless you decided you wanted it to.

“I know, I know.” He buried his face in your hair that now smells the same as his since he decided that ‘your shampoo is better anyways’. He tightened his grasp, pulling you impossibly close. “It's bad. I told Jessica to take Jack out of town for the time being. JJ did the same with Will and Henry.” You spun around and looked at him “What?! And y-you didn't think to tell me?” You hissed, pushing away from him. He reached for you again “you heard Garcia. If she didn't know about you then you're safe.”

You slapped his hands down “So why didn't you bring Jack to me? He would've been much happier here. Do you not trust me to take care of him?” You raised your voice and he shook his head “No of course I trust you with him. You know that. Bringing him here would have endangered you too. Getting him here without potentially being seen was a higher risk than him already being with Jessica and leaving town.” He straightened his back, furrowing his brows and crossing his arms

You huffed in defeat, reaching up to rub the space between his brows to get him to relax his face. You hated when he became Hotch instead of Aaron “Sorry, sorry. You're right. I don't wanna stress you out anymore. I-” you sighed “I just wish you would've told me. I mean c'mon. We aren't just sneaking around for fun anymore. Your kid has a room in my house. You stay here 90% of the time. Your team has met me now. Reality has caught up with us, honey bun.” You gave him a downturned smile

He relaxed, holding the back of your arm “I know. I wanted to keep you-” he paused to find the right words “to myself” he cringed at the possessive implications “I-” he began before you stopped him

“I know what you meant. I guess now you have to meet my friends, huh?” You said in hopes of lifting the heavy air that was crushing your lungs. He pressed a kiss to your temple, taking a deep breath “I guess so” his words muffled against your skin

“if you go all Hotch on me again you're sleeping on the couch.” you threatened before finally getting to leave the bathroom, going to your dresser and tossing the shirt at him “understood, ma’am” he winked at you to which you scrunch your nose “you're lucky you're handsome, I hope you know that. Cmon. You need to get some sleep and I have work in the morning”

you climbed into bed, pulling back the blanket and patting the spot next to you. He pulled on the shirt and sat on the edge of the bed “lay down Aaron.” You said, leaning over and rubbing his arm.

After a minute of sitting there, he finally swung his legs up onto the bed and laid down. You curled up against him “I don't want you going to work tomorrow.” He said, looking over at you “I know. But I gotta. I have a new intern I have to train” you groaned “now that school's out, the office is gonna be filled with entitled college students whose daddy's got them an internship” you said, drawing shapes on his sternum with your index finger

“Daddy?” He asked, lifting his head. You put your hand on his forehead and pushed it back down “Aaron Hotchner!” You reprimanded “behave your team is in the next room over” you said in a hushed tone “I'm kidding! I'm kidding.” He let out a grunt as you smacked him in the chest before turning over to turn off the light “goodnight, honey” you said softly “please sleep” you added

“I promise I will try,” he said, turning to pull you against him “but you have to wake me up when you get up to get ready. I don't want to wake up in an empty bed” you smiled, intertwining your fingers with his “I promise I will.”

#aaron hotchner #ssa aaron hotchner #aaron hotch fic #hotch x you #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch fanfiction

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caplanbuckybarnes · 1 year

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BrokenHearts4Caplan Challenge

**ignore the graphic, i did it in literally two minutes lol.

So it's been a little while since i hosted a challenge, and since my last one sadly flopped, i ran a poll over sometime, and an angst challenge won the poll. (don't worry, im still gonna do the other writing challenge soon!)

But on the note! here's the newest challenge for you all!

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Rules:

It’s not necessary to follow me, but it’s always appreciated.

There are no deadlines, but please keep me updated on your fics.

Tag the fic #brokenheartsforcaplan

Also tag me in the authors notes (along with the hashtag so I know which Masterlist to place the fic when I post it)

Please tag the proper warnings before the fic

Must be MCU characters only

prompts are all up for grabs. they will not be crossed out if taken

No RPFs

If you’d like to write for more than one prompt, please make them separate fics

Can be however long you’d like the fic to be. (If it’s more than 450 words PLEASE use the keep reading feature.

If I do not respond to your fic being posted in 24hours of you posting the fic, please message me a link.

Send me an ask or a DM with your prompt and the character you’re writing for.

Prompts are down below

“I can’t pretend to love you anymore.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“I loved you, with every fiber of my being. And this is how you return the love?”

“Why don’t you trust me?”

“This can’t be goodbye.”

“Don’t come back ever again.”

“First time seeing a dead body, eh?”

“Please don’t walk out.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“We were never meant to be.”

“I just wanted to be enough for you.”

“I don’t forgive you.”

“Stop saying sorry! It’s always ‘I’m sorry’. When you really aren’t!”

“Get up and fight, you coward!”

“I know you’re lying.”

“I’m so stupid to think we had something.”

“You never cared about me.”

“This isn’t working…”

“I can’t believe you thought this was real.”

“No. We can’t… we are too toxic for each other.”

“Why me..?”

“Us? There was never an ‘us’.”

“No, we can’t- we can't do this.”

“Someone might see us- stop.”

"... What else am I supposed to do?"

“Where else can I go?”

“What do you mean, you’re dying?”

“How could you do this to me?”

“You were never supposed to survive that mission!”

“Leave them; they’re mine!"

“Did you really mean that? you don’t love me?”

“If you don’t love me, prove it to me. prove to me that you’ve never felt something towards me. look at me.”

” Is this what you wanted, huh? you could just make me fall in love with you and then just- just fucking leave? do you really expect me to be okay with that?”

“I wish we had more time.”

“This isn’t the real you talking.”

"Freedom is just a concept, isn't it?"

"I'm not some toy you can play with!"

“Don’t you love me?”

“What did you expect me to say?”

“This will be the last time you lie to me.”

“How did you think this wouldn’t hurt me?”

“I hope you're happier.”

“At least you got what you wanted.”

“I was miserable, and I still loved you.”

“Stop pretending. You wanted me like this… You wanted me broken and you got what you wanted.”

“You don’t own me.”

“I was nothing to you. I was only a toy for you to manipulate and I fell for it.”

“I spent so much time hoping you’d come back to me.”

"You mean nothing to me."

“If I leave, you will never see me again.”

“Don’t – Don’t make me fall in love again.”

“No, please, I don't want to die!”

“Why can’t you be happy for me for once?”

“We shouldn’t be together anymore. I’m supposed to hate you.”

“Why would you do this to us?”

“How could I be so oblivious.”

“Why did I even think I could be enough for you?”

“I needed to hold you once more.”

“I don’t understand... Wha- what are you saying...”

“I don’t want to say something I’ll regret later.”

“Haha! You think I love you? That’s pathetic.”

“What the fuck do you mean, you killed him?”

“You don’t get to leave and then come back after all this time and expect me to welcome you with open arms.”

#brokenheartsforcaplan #bucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers

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welldonebeca · 1 year

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Different (and all the same)

Summary: Years after your breakup, you encounter Thor in New Asgard, and while your ex-boyfriend looks a little different, your love and desire for him haven’t changed at all. Pairing: Thor x F!Reader WC: 3.8k words Warnings: Fluff. Smut. Praising kink. Canon Divergence. Hurt/Comfort. Body issues. A/N: This is my love letter to fat Thor, who the MCU tried to make us think wasn’t still one of the hottest men alive - but needed a little bit of therapy to figure himself out.

You put your bags on the floor, relaxing and sitting down, finally alone after the long trip you'd just been through.

A long flight up to Europe, a car ride to a near town and then a bike ride the rest of the way - because Asgardians could have magic and all, but didn't think they needed to get their roads car-friendly even after years of living amongst humans - were quite the effort for a visit, but here you were.

Brunnhilde had invited you to stay for a while there. The town, your friend was late to realise, needed a bit of work to adapt to life on Earth, and she didn't quite know any human that could help with what they needed aside from you.

Of course, Mrs Potts-Stark was very nice at giving them electricity, but there was a lot to be done. Now that the Asgardians were friendly with humans, they wanted to use phones and the internet.

But she didn't know how to ask or who to talk to, which was why she had asked for your help.

As a former ambassador, you had worked enough with the government that you knew the basics of everything: Which people to contact, how things were supposed to be done, how to keep them from being exploited... that kind of work.

As payment, she got you a little house, all equipped with the best the New Asgardian people could offer. And plumbing.

It was strange to think of her as King of Asgard.

Before the whole mess - before the blip - someone else was lined up to be King of Asgard. Well, someone else was also your boyfriend.

But a lot of things had happened.

And a lot of things had changed.

Honestly, you understood him well.

Your father was gone with the blip, and after your mother had died when you were a child, losing him was something very hard on you.

Thor, though, was going through even worse feelings, and blamed himself for everything that had happened.

Breaking up was his idea, even though you had had to chase him down to get him to even tell you about it instead of just avoiding you.

Now the blip was undone, and while that had still left some terrible emotional scars on every single person on Earth, things were as normal as they could be.

Your father was home, safe and sound, and you had taken a sabbatical from work to come to New Asgard, not just to work from them, but also maybe take things a little easier on yourself after five years of having work as the only thing you did with your life.

You heard a knock from across the house and raised your head, leaving your things aside and walking to check on whoever it was.

"Heya," Brunnhilde leaned against your door frame just when you opened the door. "Welcome committee."

You shot her a confused look, but quickly smiled when a woman moved to her side with a bix box in hand and supplies by her side.

"Food," she told you.

"Lots of it," you chuckled, stepping back so they could walk inside.

The woman walked inside, just saying a quick hello before striding to your kitchen and probably organising everything for you.

"Does she need help?" you looked back.

"Oh, don't worry, she volunteered to do it and stopped anyone else from trying," Brunnhilde assured you. "Organising is... her thing. It's a little weird."

You looked back, finding the brown-haired woman just looking very happy as she put things in your pantry and used the back door, probably to get what she had left outside.

"How did you find the way up?" she asked, taking your attention back to herself.

"Long," you confessed. "We need to get those roads paved."

She grimaced.

"And that's the first thing we will do at our meeting on Thursday," she scratched the back of her neck.

You blinked a little, confused.

"Thursday?" you asked. "I thought it'd be tomorrow."

You had arrived at the country in the late hours of Sunday and rode with a car at the break of dawn of Monday - which was today. Had you known you had extra days, you would have slept off the jetlag!

Brunnhilde blinked, looking surprised.

"No, I said Thursday. We wrote it down on Thursday."

You pinched the bridge of your nose.

"Maybe I heard it wrong," you decided. "It's alright."

"But you have time to explore town now," she remarked. "We have some good beer, good food... and there is a festival happening now, you could go!"

"Nice," you nodded. "What are you celebrating?"

"Life," she shrugged. "Everything that is good."

You smiled together. Yes, it made sense.

"There's a dress for you over there," she pointed to your room. "And you'll probably get a crown of flowers the moment you step into the square."

You shook your head.

"Thank you," you told her.

She gave your back a little pat, not on for physical affection.

"I gotta go now," she told you. "But just scream my name if you are in an emergency."

You gave her another tap and watched her leaving, crossing your arms as she did, and sat back on the nearest chair, seeing the woman she'd brought organising things.

You stepped back into your bedroom, and weren't surprised when you closed the door and found a cloth bag hanging right there, and grabbed it.

Half an hour later you were dressed and had your hair nicely braided as you left your house, still tired but excited about the festival.

When you were dating Thor, he had brought you to more than one of their festivals, and they were always great.

Just as your friend had told you, a girl by a table with flower crowns ran to you, giving you one, and you placed it over your head, clapping along with the music around.

It was nice seeing people this happy, and you could imagine they were elated to just celebrate life after so many years of grieving.

You stopped surprised when your eyes met a familiar face in the crowd.

Thor.

The last you'd heard if him he had either disappeared or just hid away from the world, completely isolated.

He looked a little different: his hair wasn't short anymore, but very long, and his beard was just as long, braided and decorated with many flowers.

You smiled to yourself as you realised how concentrated he was on the group of little kids surrounding him, letting them touch his beard and his hair, and braid his long locks, knelt as they surrounded him.

He always loved children, and always said you'd have as many of them as possible.

It was a nice idea, it made you sad that it never came true.

But maybe having a bunch of half-god children wasn't a good idea in the end, after all.

And then he saw you, and promptly bolted away.

Thor in his finest.

You walked after him, shaking your head, and raised an eyebrow at the sight of his wide shoulders behind a column.

"I can see you," you informed him.

He clenched his hands in fists.

"You cannot," your ex-boyfriend answered back.

You shook your head.

"So this is a talking pillar with blond hair and big shoulders?"

There was a moment of silence before he answered, not moving.

"Yes, ma'am."

You chuckled, amused, but sighed, a little sad.

"Alright, talking pillar," you held your own hand, a little anxious and sad with his reaction, but not wanting to cross a boundary. "I'll go now. You don't have to talk to me."

You stepped back, ready to walk away, but his voice stopped.

"Wait," he called you. "I... I do. I want to talk to you."

When you turned back, he hadn't moved.

"Like this?" you asked. "Through the pillar?"

He sighed soundly.

"Can we?" he asked. "Please?"

You hesitated. Why didn't he want to face you?

"Of course," you answered at last.

Thor relaxed and then crossed his arms, and you waited for what he had to say.

"So," you cleared your throat, realising one of you had to break the ice.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "I... I own you an explanation."

You shook your head.

"Not really," you assured him. "I know everything was hard on you. You needed time."

You were never going to blame him for grieving.

"I wasn't the only one having a hard time," he pointed. "You had lost your father and I couldn't even..."

"It's alright," you assured him. "You had just gone through what happened with Loki, and you've known him for longer than I could ever know my dad."

He let out a little chuckle, and you shifted on your feet.

"I'm not upset with you anymore," you assured him. "I promise you."

Thor lowered his head, and you reached for his hand, touching it at his side, and he flinched a bit, pushing his own hand away from his body, but tangled his fingers with yours.

"I missed you," he confessed, a little quiet.

You smiled sadly, caressing his skin.

"What is it that you don't want me to see?" you asked him.

His hands flexed a little around yours.

"Why do you think I don't want you to see something?"

You laughed.

"Thor, I am talking to a pillar!" you pointed out, wanting to flick his ear.

He groaned, and then raised his hand to his face.

"I just... I have changed," he explained. "A little bit."

You rolled your eyes. That was it.

"When we met your hair was already long," you reminded him. "And the long beard is very hot."

Thor moved, uncomfortable.

"More than just my beard," he added.

You waited and then he dropped your hand, stepping away from the pillar and walking away from it slowly, finally standing in front of you.

You raised your eyebrows, waiting for whatever he had to show you that you hadn't seen before.

"What am I looking for?" you asked.

He signalled to his body, looking frustrated.

Still, you frowned.

He had a body. He wasn't a non-corporeal entity.

"I am..." he tried to explain. "I'm not the same man I was when we last saw one another."

You looked at his body, and finally got what he meant.

Thor had gained weight. That was it.

That was the change he was apparently so ashamed of he was hiding from you.

"Is that your weight?" you asked. "That's what you mean?"

He frowned.

"I'm all soft," he argued. "You know what Rocket called me? He called me chunky. "

You frowned in turn.

Who the fuck was Rocket? What kind of name was that?

"Ba-" you interrupted yourself before you could say the pet name. "Thor, I don't think I get your point."

"I was chiselled when we were together," he affirmed. "Strong and manly. You couldn't grab a single bit of me."

You tried not to roll your eyes as you shook your head.

A decade or so on Earth, and he was starting to show it.

"Are you mad?" you asked him. "You can be as manly as you want to be and you are still strong. You are a fucking god, I highly doubt you can ever be weak."

Thor scoffed and you laughed a little.

"Thor, are you afraid I don't think you are hot anymore?"

He crossed his arms.

"Maybe."

You looked at him and chuckled.

"Let's go to your place," you decided.

Thor frowned, completely confused.

"What?"

You laughed, and looked for words, looking around and finding some kids dangerous close.

"The things I want to say to you shouldn't be said around children," you decided.

His eyes widened, and Thor gulped.

"This way," he pointed, grabbing your hand and pulling.

You were giggling as you followed him, apparently not as fast as him cause Thor stopped and looked at you.

"Hop on my back," he offered.

You did, laughing so loudly you were almost breathless. Your relationship was always spontaneous, and you were used to Thor doing this in the past.

You missed him so much.

You tried to push the sad feeling away, putting your arms around his shoulders and kissing his earlobe, sucking softly right behind it the way you knew he liked quite much.

His fingers squeezed your knees a little tighter, and you chuckled as he walked up a hill.

"We both know those are also not things kids should see," he warned you.

You just giggled more, kissing his neck.

"I'm just being affectionate," you teased him. "Nothing to see here."

Thor grunted.

"I'll show you nothing to see," he mumbled.

Oh, you really wished he did.

Thor stopped in front of a white house and opened the door, holding you with a single hand and kicking it closed with his foot before letting you stand on your own.

"You!" he pointed at your face.

You just grabbed his hand and bit the top of his finger gently, playful.

"I've kept my hands to myself," you reminded him.

Thor grabbed your waist, pulling you closer, and you cut the distance between your lips, kissing him just as you moved your hands up, cradling his face.

Thor was delicate as he kissed you, slow as you savoured each second of being close to him again, of tasting him again.

Oh, how sweet it would be if he was your Thor again, not just Thor.

Your life was so quiet without him, so cold. Even after everything - especially after everything - coming close to him only showed you how much you still wanted him!

"Y/N," he sighed as you stepped away from him.

"You stupid man," you clenched your fingers, holding him by his shirt. "Thinking I could ever not want you."

Thor pulled you closer, big hands pushing your dress up as you pushed your fingers into his hair.

You waited for what he wanted to do, unsure of how far he really even wanted to take this.

It’d been a long time since you two even saw one another, much less had sex.

So you pulled back and looked at his face, and your ex-boyfriend looked at your face.

“Don’t you…” he tried to ask.

“I do,” you confirmed. “But I want to know what you want.”

He stopped, eyes on your face, and you reached for his hand, kissing his palm.

“You said you had things to say about me,” he whispered, flushing a little. “That no children should hear.”

You laughed and kissed your hand again, raising your chin to stare into his eyes.

“I want to kiss you all over,” you affirmed. “From your lips to your thighs, adore you and show you how much I want you.”

You pushed him to the couch, and he fell sat, letting out a little whimper, and you moved your hand to the front of his shirt, pushing it off of his body.

“And when I’m done with that,” you continued. “I want to climb on your lap and ride your cock. Maybe tease you, uh? Not letting you cum until you’re a stuttering mess for me?”

He gulped, speechless, and you giggled.

“Do you want me to do it here?” you asked, throwing his shirt away, caressing his chest and soft torso. “Or will you let me take you to your bed?”

Thor blinked, stunned, and you caressed his face slowly, waiting, knowing well to give him his time. He stood, grabbing you and picking you up, and you chuckled, letting your head fall on his shoulder as he moved you two, so quickly that you barely felt his movement, and Thor sat down on a large bed, raising his bright blue eyes to you, and you were quick to kiss him again.

You took off your flower crown, letting it fall somewhere you couldn’t see, pulling on his soft hair and smiling when he whimpered against your lips.

“My silly Norse god,” you cooed as you scratched his scalp, kissing his chin and jaw over his beard, then his cheek and his nose, placing pecks all over him. “Thinking I don’t think you are the sexiest man alive.”

He closed his eyes, and you kissed his lips gently, standing up as you did.

“Thinking I don’t get weak on my knees every time I see that smile of yours,” you pushed him to lay down. “That I don’t shiver when I hear your voice, that seeing you doesn’t make me remember how much I just want to be with you all the time.”

You caressed his cheeks, scratching his jaw under his beard, and he whimpered a little, and you kissed your way down his neck and his shoulders.

“The only way to make me stop loving you would be if you stopped being yourself,” you smiled a little.

Thor inhaled sharply, and you didn’t look up, kissing the middle of his chest, inhaling the rainy scent he always had, and you couldn’t even find anywhere else, and raised your head when he pulled you up.

“Myself?” he asked.

You stopped, looking at his face.

“Your essence, Thor,” you told him. “It is the most important thing. It is what made me love you.”

He shuddered, and you smiled.

“You could change your hair, become shorter, dress up different, lose your teeth,” you chuckled. “And as long as you were you, welcoming growth, eager to always be a good man with a good heart, so damn affectionate I never found myself feeling unloved and the many other qualities that make you yourself… then you’d still be the same man.”

Thor smiled, finally, a little bashful and with a glim in his eyes.

“Besides,” you moved down on your body, back to kissing his skin. “More of you means I have more skin to kiss…”

You took your hands to his pants, unlacing them, and pulled them down his legs along with his underwear.

“More skin to touch and tease,” you tossed his pants back, running your hands on his thighs, and his beautiful cock welcomed you, hard and ready. “To bite…”

You wrapped your fingers around it, slowly stroking him.

“I bet you didn’t think about that, uh?” you teased him.

Your ex-boyfriend grabbed you, pulling you up to his side and kissing your lips deeply, passionate.

“Which gods looked at me and thought I deserved someone like you?” he asked, looking at your face.

You smiled, resting your forehead on his.

“I think you might have heard of him,” you teased him. “Thor, god of thunder. A hero with a heart of gold. He found me and slowly showed me the most happiness I have ever felt in my life.”

He closed his eyes, positively looking like he was about to cry.

“And then he left you,” he mumbled, sad.

“To grow,” you caressed his cheek. “And come back once he was ready.”

Thor watched your face, soft and sweet, and caressed your face, kissing you again, and you moved your hands to his arms and his body as he pushed your dress down your shoulders, a single hand moving to untie it around our waist.

“I want to see you,” he bit your lower lip. “I’ve missed you so much.”

You let him push the dress off of you, eagerly kissing you, and Thor’s big hand squeezed one of your breasts.

“I want to feel your skin,” he panted. “Feel your cunt squeezing me, hear your sweet moans again.”

His fingers pinched your nipple, and you whimpered, sensitive.

“Thor,” you sighed.

“I love you so much,” he kissed your neck. “Should have never let you go.”

You pushed your underwear down your leg while he was still kissing you, and only pulled away from Thor to climb onto his hips. You sat back on his thighs, still just as ridable as ever, and took his cock again, stoking it as your cunt fluttered around nothing, eager for him.

“You want me to ride your cock, Thor?” you teased him.

He grabbed your hips, raising you.

“Wanna see you riding me,” Thor affirmed, and you adjusted his cock, pushing the head of his cock against your entrance. “Wanna watch your pretty tits bouncing as I make you jump on me the way I know you love to do.”

You smiled, gasping when you felt his tip inside you, and sank down to take his cock whole, throwing your head back.

Fuck, he was so big.

Five fucking years had made you forget how much of a stretch it was to have him inside you.

“Perfect,” he raised your hips. “So wet.”

You whined, rotating your hips each time he bottomed out inside you, not daring to tear your eyes from him.

“Did teasing me made your cunt wet, my love?” his fingers caressed your skin. “Making me dumb and mad with your lips like the brat you are.”

You giggled, and he pushed himself into you, brushing against your sweet spot and making you yelp.

“Thor!”

“A teasing brat,” he added, hand moving to your cunt and his thumb pressing on your clit.

You rested your hands on his chest, both your legs and his hands guiding you to bounce on him, riding his hard cock.

“Want to make you cum,” he commanded in a deep growl. “Been missing that cunt for years, that sweet squeeze...”

You threw your head back and cried out when his fingers moved on you, driving you mad and closer and closer to the edge, but looked right back at him again, wanting to look at him and see him, show him that he was the one who was making you cum and making you feel this good.

“Please, Thor,” you whimpered. “Make me cum on your cock, make me cum for you.”

His fingers moved fast, and your legs weakened, your muscles trembling as your peak neared you, his cock brushing and brushing against your sweet spot as his thumb played with your bud with the knowledge of having gotten you off so many times over the years.

“Cum for me, my love,” he coaxed you, sweet and firm. “Milk my cock with that sweet cunt, show me how pretty you look when a make you peak.”

You came listening to his moans and he held you as you did, trembling and shaking, and Thor squeezed the side of your hip when he himself came, fucking you with shallow strokes and moaning deeply as he did.

You lied on his chest, catching your breath, and planted soft kisses on his skin as you did, smiling as he caressed your skin gently, placing a little kiss on your forehead.

“Are you staying?” he asked softly. “In Asgard?”

You nodded in confirmation.

“For a year, at least,” you told him.

He breathed slowly under you, and you raised your head to look at his face.

“And you?”

Thor looked at your face, eyes watching yours, and his hand moved to your face, caressing your cheek.

“I didn’t know if I would before,” he told you. “But I think I can stay for a bit. To catch up.”

You squinted your eyes.

“Catch up?” you asked.

Thor nodded and you smiled a little.

“I will love to catch up with you.”

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valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn · 9 months

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tEaM cAp BaD, tOnY gOoD

The fact that takes like this are still being spewed 7 years after Civil War maddens me.

OMG where do I even start... You know, maybe this is the result of the MCU not knowing where they stand in regards to heroism. In the past we used to watch superhero movies that were very clear on defending the heroes and keeping the villains accountable, but for some reason the MCU seems to enjoy questioning their heroes and framing them in a negative light while justifying the bad guys - so I'm not surprised to read these takes.

OP says "Hydra didn't hide themselves after the reveal". Uh, yes, they did, actually. And with good reason. If you have been infiltrating an American intelligence agency for decades and you're finally outed, why exactly would anyone go out there and happily advertise they're Hydra? That... makes no sense.

I honestly have no interest in talking about "Did Wanda and Pietro know or not?". I'll just leave this here.

In the same comment OP shows his anger at Wanda for not facing any consequences for her actions, he defends Stark "not selling more weapons" as enough accountability for his. So he can spend his whole life willfully ignorant of where his wealth is coming from, he only decides to stop selling when those weapons kill Americans (he didn't give a fuck if they hurt other people), he can literally tell the government to suck it when they request his tech (which I'm okay with, but damn, nice display of hypocrisy right there when these stans claim the heroes are awful for not signing the Accords in CW)... and all this shit is enough for Stark to be off the hook?

They want Wanda, sometimes even Steve, to be jailed and punished but when it comes to Stark, if he pouts for a while they call it a day and that's enough accountability for him 🤦‍♀️

OP's line about Edith is even worse: "Edith is designed as a planetary defense system." I always think of Zola's line in TWS whenever I read a take like that one: "HYDRA created a world so chaotic that humanity is finally ready to sacrifice its freedom to gain its security."

More control doesn't equate more safety, it tends to cause the opposite thing, actually. But of course NWH never addressed the morality of this device so many fans think its existence okay. If they had handled it like Nolan did their ideas would be different. Edith is another Project Insight and Stark was still defending this "control is safety" years after CW 👇

That's Hydra rhetoric. I couldn't care less if it's a so-called "hero" saying it, that line could be said by Zola or Red Skull or Rumlow, that's how messed up it is. But all of a sudden it's Stark saying it and that makes it okay?

OP: "Steve Rogers [...] solves problems by punching things [...] He has no fucking idea how to handle a situation involving a bioweapon or a terrorist." Tell me you don't understand Steve's character without telling me you don't understand him. This stan is one of those who thinks Steve is just a buff guy with no brains who can only punch his way out of things, which is hilarious because he has been shown to be the exact opposite of that.

A guy who figured out how to take that flag from Camp Lehigh, who could easily tell he was being deceived after being defrosted when that Shield woman approached him in the med bay, who figured out Loki's sceptre worked like a Hydra weapon (linking the space and mind stones & how they worked), who knows military regulations well enough to know where a building is built in the wrong place, who can figure out he's going to be attacked in an elevator after only a few seconds...

Sure, he only knows how to punch things 🙄

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etherealspacejelly · 22 days

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ok so. i am currently working on a fic. its a story that has been rotating in my brain for years about an avengers OC. idk if i want to start posting it as a WIP or wait until it's finished.

what im gonna do is post the prologue here, under the cut. it is entirely worldbuilding because. i came up with a new alien species with Lore™️ that i made as canon compliant as possible because im a fucking nerd. so you kinda need to know all of that before i can tell the actual story.

if you're interested, please give it a read and tell me what you think and whether you would want to read more! if it gets enough attention i'll start posting the chapters i have to ao3. i have a tag list for my fics so lmk if you want to be added to that too.

quick summary of the fic as a whole: The last surviving member of the Light Elf race, Einar, is taken in by the Avengers when they are orphaned at 10 years old. They nurse Einar back to health, and slowly form a bond with them, helping them to process their grief and heal from their trauma. There's a lot of fluff, a lot of angst, a lot of hurt/comfort, and of course found family.

It starts during the events of Thor: The Dark World and follows the storyline of the MCU from there.

Prologue:

In the beginning, there was only darkness. The only world to exist in that darkness was a tiny, desolate rock named Alfheim. This was the home of my ancestors, the Elves, before time, before space, before light.

No one knows how long they lived like that, alone in the dark. All we know is that at some point that darkness ended. The universe began, and light and life exploded into existence. For most of the Elves, this was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen. They swore to protect and nurture all life and to serve the light. But others believed that this was a perversion of the natural order, that the universe belonged in darkness and should be returned to that state. They vowed to destroy the light by any means possible.

War broke out between the two opposing sides, an Elvish Civil War that lasted for many billions of years, with both sides only ever coming together to kill each other. And so, they evolved separately into two species: the Dark Elves and the Light Elves. Each side became stronger and stronger with each generation, evolving new abilities and traits to give them an edge in battle.

A few millennia ago, a great battle ensued between these two sides on Svardalfheim. The Dark Elves tried to use their most powerful weapon, the Aether, to destroy the universe. The Light Elves fought with all their might, but the Dark Elves had the upper hand. That is until the Asgardians arrived.

Odin's father, King Bor, and his army tipped the scales and won the battle for the Light Elves. They confiscated the Aether and sealed it away where no one would find it. Malekith, the leader of the Dark Elves, fled in his ship and bombed the planet behind him hoping to destroy what remained of the Light Elf army, not caring if his own perished as well.

Only two Light Elves survived.

They fled to find a place to hide, to recover their strength for what they knew would be the final battle of the War. They needed a primitive, unknown, safe planet to seek refuge. They found one.

Earth. Dominated by a bipedal, fairly intelligent species descended from tree dwellers. No one would think to look for them there. It was on this planet in the middle of nowhere that these two Elves decided to take a risk, one last desperate attempt to give them an edge against the Dark Elves. They had a baby.

That child, the last Light Elf baby to ever be born, came to be in England, Earth, in the spring of 2003. They named the child Einar, an old Norse name meaning 'the lonely warrior', for that is the future they believed their child was destined for. Little did they know how wrong they would turn out to be.

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yelenasdiary · 2 years

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The Third Widow || Wanda Maximoff

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff X Fem! Belova! Reader.

Summary: Y/n Belova is the younger biological sister of Yelena Belova and the adoptive sister of Natasha Romanoff. Saved from Red Room by Melina & Alexei she now must adjust to a new normal. Going to school, recovering, and finding love in the eyes of another troubled teen, Wanda Maximoff. All while General Dreykov has his eyes set on claiming back what he calls his most powerful ‘widow’.

Angst| Mentions of murder | Language warning| 4.6K

Notes: Flashbacks are bold, italic and start with ‘~’ | Written in second person. | Technically Wanda and Yelena are the same age via MCU but for this, Yelena is older by a year.

Translations: сестра (sister), убей ее (kill her), Мэри (Mary),

AC: just a tiny time jump.

The Third Widow Masterlist

Wanda watched for a month across the hall as you took Asya’s torment, knocking your books out your hand, slamming your locker door on you as you tried to put things away, pouring soda down your socks as she walked past, putting her foot out to trip you, whispering horrible things when in passing. Wanda didn’t understand why you took Asya’s crap. But you didn’t mention anything about it to anybody, especially Yelena. You wanted little attention as possible and if this was all Asya could throw at you, you could handle it.

“Had enough yet?” Asya smirked before slamming your locker door on your hand. You bit your bottom lip harshly at the burning and tingling pain. “What’s wrong? Did you hurt your hand?” she chuckled before continuing to walk by you. Looking at your hand you were sure it would bruise, the purple and blue marks faintly appearing through the redness. “Why do you take her shit?” Wanda’s thick Sokovian accent spoke as she lent on the lockers next to yours.

Since meeting Wanda you’ve grown slightly to reasoning with her, understanding there is more to her than the hard ass she shows to the world around her. She intrigued you in a way you’ve never experienced. You wished to know more about her, why she was in the states, how long did she live in Sokovia, why she broke the rules and did as she pleased, why did she feel the need to smoke and ignore the warnings on the box, why she would stare at you longer than you’ve known anybody to stare.

“I don’t” you mumbled before grabbing the textbooks for your next class. Wanda chuckled in a huff, “I’ve watched for weeks and not once have you mentioned it to Yelena or Kate. What’s Asya got against you?” Wanda asked with confidence. Your brows frowned, zipping up your backpack, “Nothing” you muttered before closing your locker, “it’s fine” you added.

“Fine? If it’s so fine, why haven’t you told Yelena?” She started to follow you. “Wanda…please, just leave it. It’s fine, I’m fine. It’s nothing, just forget it… please” you turned to face her. Your eyes begging for her to drop the conversation. Wanda, without your knowledge, read your thoughts and nodded softly. “Whatever you say” she shrugs. Not sure what to say you just smiled lightly before making your way to class.

Wanda made note to keep an eye on the two of you, given your thoughts told her a different story then what your lips did she felt if you wouldn’t tell Yelena about the issue than she’d keep an eye out for you, to make sure you were okay.

Then by Thursday, Wanda had seen more than enough, and she wasn’t going to stand for it anymore. You excused yourself at lunch from the group of Kate, Yelena, and Wanda to use the toilet, Wanda watched you walk away before her eyes caught Asya following closely behind you, she wanted to tell Yelena that something was going on, but she didn’t want to ruin the little trust you had in her. From the day she met you, there was something about you that caught her attention, she felt oddly close to you in a way she’s never felt about anybody. Did that scare her? Maybe so but she was good a hiding it and treated you the same as she treats Kate and Yelena.

Your head was pounding with a headache from the extra noise from those around you, all the small talk, loud laughter and the jocks being extra loud just to have people pay them attend was driving you insane. The bathroom was oddly the only place at school where you were able to have a moment to yourself, refresh your face with cold water and escape from the noise. Even if it was of for a few short minutes, you’d take it for what it was worth.

Splashing the cold water on your face was bliss for the shortly lived seconds it lasted before you grabbed some paper towel to pat dry your face, sighing to yourself as you looked deeply into your own eyes in the mirror. The flashbacks of Grace have haunted you more times than you wanted to admit and seeing Asya 5 days a week wasn’t helping at all. “How does it feel to look into the eyes of a murder?” Asya’s voice spoke, your eyes shifted to her figure standing behind your with her arms across her chest.

“Asya…please” you sighed, dropping your head from the mirror. “You know I di- “

“What? That you didn’t have a choice? That you were made to do it?” she stepped closer causing you to turn around, leaning your lower back against the sink watching her footsteps getting closer. “You had a choice” she muttered, “you didn’t have to do it. But you did and you didn’t even think twice about it” she adds. “You did it!” you snapped, “if you didn’t try to leave that night then Grace would probably still be here!”

Asya grabbed your jaw in a tight grip with her right hand, her top lip twitching with anger. “I asked you for help and you turned me in” her grip tightening, you didn’t break the eye contact that was burning through you, “Let her go!” another voice spoke, a familiar voice. “Mind your own business Red” Asya spoke, her eyes never leaving yours and her grip only tightening even more. “I said, let her go!” Wanda spoke more sternly. “Or what huh?” Asya replied.

Wanda’s eyes turned red, and balls of red glow came from her fingers, you’d never seen this before, the red outline glowing strong from behind Asya. You desperately wanted to shift your eyes from Asya’s, but you were trained to never take your eyes off a threat. Her grip was sure to leave a bruise now, tiny droplets of sweat formed on her forehead as she ignored Wanda’s requests. “Go away Maximoff, this doesn’t involve you” Asya spoke clearly.

“I asked nicely, now you’re just pissing me off” Wanda spoke before Asya was throw to the floor half away across the girl’s bathroom. You watched as Asya gathered herself back to her feet, “what the fuck?!” she spat, looking at Wanda. “I said to let her go” Wanda tilted her head.

“And I said this doesn’t involve you” Asya glared. “Oh, cry me a damn river, come near her again and we’ll have bigger problems”. Asya huffed shaking her head before she stormed out of the bathroom. “Are you okay?” Wanda asked when the door was closed. “I didn’t need you to do that” you turned your back to her, “I can handle her” you added.

“A simple thank you would’ve been fine”

“Well, I’m not thanking you!” you turned back to face her, “I told you everything was fine! I don’t need you to fight my battles for me, now you’ve just made things worse!” you grabbed your backpack and pushed by her ignoring her call of your name as you left the bathroom.

After school Wanda pulled you back into the girl’s bathroom as you were trying to make your way through the hall to meet Yelena out the front.

“Please, let me explain” she said before you could speak. “About today and what you saw…from me” she added in a concerned tone. “Y…you don’t have too” you replied. “No, I do… can we hang out for a bit? Now?” she asked. You were unsure what to say, you were mad with her and forgot about what you’d truthly seen but when she mentioned it, it came back to you.

“I… I have to meet Yelena”

“I know” she let go of her grip on your arm, “it would only be for an hour, and I’ll make sure to have you home” she added. The look in her eyes were begging you, you saw she was worried about what you saw, and she wondered if you had questions, but truth be told, you didn’t. “Just leave me and Asya, alone…that’s all there is to say” you replied, letting her down. “Y/n please” she begged; her tone different from any other time you’ve spoken to her but still you shook your head and wanted nothing more than to go home.

“Ready?” Yelena looked at you as you walked out of the building, Wanda following behind with a defeated look. “What’s wrong with you?” Yelena asked Wanda who shook her head, “just homework shit” she muttered, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow” she added before walking off to meet her twin, Pietro. “Can we go now, please?” you asked Yelena who nodded.

The drive home with Natasha and Yelena was once again silent from your end like it had been since Asya came into the picture. Your mind would process the day with a million thoughts as your eyes followed the passing trees and houses out the window.

Saturday you found yourself sat up on your bed with your back resting on the head rest as you continued to read the book you started after school on Friday. Last night wasn’t much fun, another sleepless night to add to the books and more flashbacks of Red Room to drain your energy. Melina came into the room to put your clean laundry on your dresser without disturbing you, a light smile formed on her lips when she saw you head in yet another book. You could read for hours and not notice how much time would slip by it was peaceful and it was the perfect distraction from the things going on in your mind.

“Don’t read them too quickly now” Melina chuckled making you lose your place on the page. “I’ll try not too” you replied with a light smile before she left your room. It didn’t take you long to get back to where you were up too and once again, you were lost in the fictional world of your book.

“So, this is your room, it’s cute” a familiar voice tore you away from your book, only a few more chapters in this time. “W-Wanda, what are you doing here?” you closed your book and watched as she entered your room. She started by your bookcase and ran her index finger along the spines before slowly walking over to your desk where your homework and thick textbooks sat waiting to be completed. “Yelena invited Kate and I over, is that okay?” she spun on her keels to face you, smiling lightly. You didn’t say anything but kept your eyes on her as she peeked around the rest of your room, “So, what do you do for fun?” she asked to break the silence.

“I like to read” you answered softly, looking down at your book as Wanda made herself comfortable on the edge of your bed, “anything else?” she asked. You shrugged without saying another word. Wanda’s eyes burned into you making you slightly uncomfortable as you shifted away from her a bit hoping she wouldn’t notice. “You have questions, don’t you” she spoke again, this time causing you to frown in confusion. “I don’t” you mumbled, “it’s okay, I also have questions” she replied, “look, Y/n, about Thursday in the girl’s bathroom – “

“Please, keep your voice down” you quickly shuffled off the bed to close your door, “I don’t want them to know” you replied after the click of the door closing. “But why? Asya is an entitled little bitch!” Wanda huffed. “Because it will just worry them and I” you paused, eyes dropping to your feet, “I’ve done enough of that”

Wanda watched as you slowly stepped towards your desk, avoiding to look at her. “Well, if you’re not going to tell them, you have to tell me”.

“N-no I don’t” you looked up at her with another frown. “Then I’ll have to tell Yelena” Wanda replied with a slight head tilt. “Why do you care? You barely care about anything, you skip school when you’re not allowed, you smoke when the box clearly states it could kill you and you don’t do your homework because you think it’s ridiculous and not to mention you barely speak to me and now suddenly you can’t leave me alone” you snapped without control. Wanda smirked, “feel better?” she asked with a huff like chuckle. “What? No! you’re…you…you’re frustrating me!” you stuttered as you tried to find the word of feeling.

“Good, I like that”

Her words only made you more mad and confused, “You haven’t really expressed your feelings before, have you?” she asked and suddenly you felt small, tiny like an ant to her. “Will you let me explain now?” she added feeling your thoughts. You looked at her with another frown and nodded slowly. “Good, now how about we do this fairly. I’ll say something about myself and then you can do that same, deal?”

You nodded once more. Wanda smiled softly, “ask me the question” she said. “W-what question?” you asked before sit on the chair at your desk, swinging it to face her. “The one you’re thinking about right now” she added. Her eye contact with you was strong, like she was truly reading your mind, “H…h-how did you do that…on Thursday…to Asya?” you stuttered with a shaky voice.

“My brother, Pietro and I were experiments of HYDRA when we were younger. They took us from our beds late one night without making a sound. We spent years with them, it was all we knew. They did things to us, tests, isolated us, muted us almost” she starts to explain, “then we were free, it was not easy, but we managed. Pietro, my twin, he has superhuman speed, stamina, reaction, and reflexes which is why he is so good at sport. And me, well, I have telekinesis, I can mentally and emotionally manipulate people, I have telepathy powers and some other things, but they are the main ones” she continues.

“You can read minds?”

“Yes, I can also experience the memories and thoughts of others” she explains, “now it’s your turn” she adds.

“Why don’t you just read my mind?”

“Oh, you have jokes now?” she chuckled, “come on, a deal is a deal. What’s the story with Asya?” she asked. Your eyes dropped to your feet once again.

~ “убей ее” he said coldly before taking a step back. His words ringing in your ear, “NO Y/N PLEASE DON’T!” Asya screamed, “PLEASE Y/N STOP!!” she screamed once more to hide the cracking sound of bones breaking. ~

“I- “you took another moment, swallowing the lump in your throat, “I m-murdered her sister” you admitted, your eyes slowly tracing back to Wanda’s. She didn’t have a reaction on her face, probably because she already knew what happened but just wanted to hear you say it. “Asya tried to escape R-Red Room but Dre-…he found out and as punishment he made me murder her sister in front of the rest of us Widows” you explained, tears filling your eyes once more at the flashback. Wanda stood from your bed and gently placed a hand on your shoulder, “it’s okay” she said giving your shoulder a gently squeeze.

“No” you shook your head, “it’s not okay. I should be punished, I should be put away or killed for what I have done, for all the things I have done” the tears falling from your eyes. Wanda gently brushed the lose lock of hair behind your ear, “you shouldn’t be punished for things that were out of your control. Yelena told me some things about Red Room and I’m sorry you had to go through that, you didn’t deserve that” she says in a comforting tone, “we didn’t deserve that” she adds. Slowly you looked up at Wanda, cheeks wet from your tears, “but that’s not what is right. I should be punished like everybody else for what I have done” you spoke, your brows frowning.

Wanda couldn’t help but feel for you, “you’ll learn soon that it wasn’t your fault, none of it. Whatever you did, it wasn’t a fault of your own” she says leaving the two of you in a moment of silence. Wiping your tears, you looked at her once more, “why do you smoke? It’s really not good for you, have you read the box?” you asked simply to change the conversation.

“Oh, Мэри, you’re too cute” she smirked. “That’s not my name” you said in a confused tone, “I know”

“Wanda let’s go!” Yelena called from downstairs. “You should come with us” Wanda suggested, you shook your head, “I have homework I need to get done” you replied. Wanda chuckled, “Alright, Мэри, I’ll see you Monday I guess” she turned and left your room just as quietly as she arrived.

After listening to her story with little detail your book didn’t seem to interest you at the moment, the name ‘Hydra’ ran through your mind, a name you’d heard before.

~ “This way gentlemen” Dreykov led the men in suits to the room you were held in. “I assure you, the experiments are working” he adds. “Very well, General” one man spoke sternly. You were trained not to look too long so you kept your eyes forward as the men examined you and looked over your charts.

“She seems completely at your control, General” another man’s voice spoke. “Oh yes, she’s my best Widow since that disappointment, Black Widow. I raised Y/n since she was barely a year old. She’s a daughter to me, my most successful Widow” Dreykov explain with a proudness in his voice. His words were comforting for you, who only knew him. He is your father. The only person who’s protected you and kept you safe.

“I see. Our latest projects, the Maximoff twins are being experimented as we speak. We have high hopes for what will come of that” the man replies. ~

Monday morning was a drag to get out of bed, since talking to Wanda your mind has been non-stop racing with flashbacks and Dreykov’s voice running around like it lived in your mind. Sleeping only brought back the nightmares and trauma from Red Room.

“She won’t get up” Yelena said to Melina before sitting down for breakfast. You laid on the bed staring at the ceiling unaware of Melina’s presences until you felt the dip on the bed where she sat. “What’s going on?” she asked, snapping you out thought. “Nothing” you mumbled like any normal teenager would say.

“Did you sleep last night?”

You shook your head, the dark circles under your eyes to confirm the lack of sleep recently. “When did you last sleep?” she asked another question, “I had little sleep Friday night” you admitted. “You haven’t slept properly since Friday?” Melina’s brows frown as you nodded to confirm your answer. “Y/n, you have to tell me when you can’t sleep or eat, it’s important”.

“I don’t want to worry you and Alexei anymore…I’m sorry” you looked at her with sorry eyes. “We are going to worry about you whether you like it or not. I’m going to call Dr Banner and we’ll try and get something to help you sleep, no buts” she spoke. You didn’t give her any buts about it, too tired and drained to truly care. “Do you think you could get up and dressed? If you don’t feel like going to school today, I’ll call them and explain you’ll have the day off” she added.

You wanted to see Wanda, you weren’t too sure why that was, but you nodded and managed to get yourself up, showered and dressed for school just as Yelena and Natasha were about to walk out the door.

“I’ll call Dr Banner when his office opens and if he can see you today, I’ll come and get you from school, okay?” Melina said. “Okay. Thanks” you smiled softly before following the two out the door.

Walking to your Art class you passed Asya who shot you the dirties look you’d seen so far from her, no doubt she was pissed about Thursday. Her stare didn’t intimidate you by any means, by now you were used to her always looking at you or you’d catch her already watching you from across the hall while you were at your locker. “You’re dead Belova” she muttered under her breath before giving you a hard shove into the cold lockers, chuckling as she walked away.

You had Mr Rogers for Art and History, he excused your lateness and continued on with the class as you found your seat at the back of the room, hard to say if you remember anything that he was talking about as your attention was distracted by the outside world by the window. The dark storm cloud rolling in, only a matter of hours until it breaks you thought to yourself.

“Y/n” Mr Rogers voice snapped you back to reality. “Huh? Sorry Mr Rogers” you felt embarrassed and as if all eyes were on you, “Do you have your project ready to hand in?” he asked. Shit! The plans of getting through the homework over the weekend completely slipped your mind after Saturday’s conversation with Wanda. “N-no, I’m sorry. I left it at home” you mumbled, “Mhm” he sighed, “Not a good enough excuse but I’ll let you off easy this time. I’m still taking a few points off your grade though” he replied with a stern look, you nodded just to get him to return to the class.

When the bell went for the next class, you waited behind to allow the rest of the rushing class mates out the door, you were greeted by Wanda as she leant against the lockers with a smirk like smile. “How was class?” she asked. “Fine, I need to talk to you” you said, slightly looking around you. “What about?” she wondered. “Not here” you replied when your eyes locked onto Asya walking towards you.

“Okay” Wanda picked up on your worry, “come with me” she added, pushing herself off the lockers. “What? No not now, I have class” you turned to her. Wanda chuckled, “Oh, Мэри, it’s okay” she smiled with a slight head gesture to follow her. You did so with a sigh and drag of your feet, worried about what Melina and Alexei might think of you skipping class. You followed Wanda out to the bike shed where students locked their bike cycles up while in class, away from any of sight of teachers. “What’s up” she smiled and leant against the shed.

Frowning, you looked around for any signs of life. “Don’t worry Мэри, nobody can see us, I come here all the time” Wanda pulled the packet of cigarettes from her jacket pocket. “Really?” you shook your head, “yes” she chuckled putting the cigarette to her lips and lighting it, making sure to blow the smoke away from your direction. “So, what did you want to talk about?” she asked once more. For a moment you watched her huff and puff on the very thing that could kill her if she kept doing so, she licked her lips after each puff before sticking it back onto her lips. “He met with them” you started.

“Who?” she frowned confused. “Dre…he met with the Hyda people you told me about. They gave him things t-to use… on me. Tests, experiments…I need to know if you remember what they used on you and Pietro” you stuttered but manged to explain, talking about Dreykov became harder as the time away from him went. Wanda pushed herself off the shed and paced around for a moment. “It was some stone, I don’t remember the name” she finally spoke, “What did they do to you?” she asked, “What powers do you have?”

“No powers. Just harsh training in karate, judo, kung fu, wrestling, gymnastics, acrobatics, and weapon training” you replied.

Wanda tilted her head slightly, “what else?” she asked. “I have enhanced hearing and vision” you replied with a sigh. “Neither Pietro nor I have that…it must’ve been something else” Wanda said, “tell me more about it” she adds.

“Well…I guess for you, you read minds but for me I can hear conversations and noise from a good distant away and my vision, that’s more of a night issue. I can see heatwaves and longer distances than most” you explained your eyes falling to your feet. “I just want to understand why we are like this” you spoke softly.

“Because we were in the hands of people who didn’t care about us or what would happen to us. You were taken, right? like Yelena and Natasha. Do you think Dreykov cared about that? Taking you from your parents, your sister? To train you the way he did? Do you think Hydra gave a crap about Pietro and me? We were built to be weapons for their own fucking use” Wanda snapped in frustration towards the end of her words, startling you just enough for you to take a step back from her. Her chest rising and falling quicker than before as she threw her half-smoked cigarette on the ground and squishing it with her foot.

“We have to live with the effects of that. It’s not fair, and I ever saw any of those men again I’d tear them apart with my own hands. The things they did to Pietro and I, treating us like animals, doing whatever the fuck they wanted to us like we meant nothing if it failed. I saw people come and go; people being pushed by my cell in a fucking body bag!” Wanda went on, it was clear she’d kept her anger built up, her eyes flashing red every few words. You weren’t sure what to do or what to say but a new feeling was unlocked, and you found yourself stepping towards her, stopping her from pacing by gently placing your hand on her shoulder and behind you knew it you had your arms wrapped around her in a tight hug. Something you’d never done before but it felt right, like Wanda was screaming for the warmth of a hug. She melted in your arms and gripped you tightly, letting her tears soak your shirt.

It was then that you discovered you’d found somebody you could talk too, somebody who understood how you felt and the fear it gave you deep down. That’s not to say that Wanda and Natasha didn’t understand you, they did but they also weren’t treated the way you were, but Wanda was, she understood, the words she spoke about feeling like an animal, a weapon, being used for their own will was exactly how you felt.

“Don’t you tell anybody about this” Wanda pulled away slightly after letting her tears out, “I can trust you not to say anything, right, Мэри?” she added as she looked into your eyes. “Only if you stop calling me that, my name is not Mary” you replied earning a chuckle from her, “I know” she spoke softly, wiping her wet cheeks on her sleeves, “I know, Мэри” she added causing you to roll your eyes.

“Maximoff and Belova, you should be in class!” a voice startled you both, turning around and seeing the Principle, Mr Strange standing sternly with his arms across his chest. “It’s my fault Mr, I dragged Y/n out here” Wanda spoke. “I don’t want to hear it Wanda, you’re already on thin ice as it is. Now get to class!” he frowned, “And you Y/n, Melina is waiting for you in the general office. Best you get your things and make your way there” he added. You nodded and followed Wanda back to school building.

“I can hear your heart racing Мэри” Wanda chuckled just to annoy you once more. “Please, my name is Y/n!” you muttered, “and like I said, I know” she smiled to you before you both parted ways.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #marvel #black widow #fanfiction

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Honestly I always just assumed that it was only the power stone that could vaporize you by touch (because it’s the *power stone*) but everyone always says that it’s all the stones. So I’m wondering if there’s any time where another stone hurts someone just by touching it? I haven’t been watching any mcu recently, especially not the newer stuff, so maybe that’s why I didn’t know?

no worries! When Fury touches the outer casing of the Tesseract in Avengers 1, he is visibly in pain and he has to shake his hand to get rid of the numbness.

(do not have gif of this, but it's when he's putting the Tesseract in the suitcase before Clint shoots him in the chest and Loki says "please don't, I still need that")

^ Red Skull is vaporized when he tries to break the Tesseract in Cap 1:

^ just lightly touching the mind stone activates Wanda's innate magic 3000 + gave Pietro his powers

^ ULTRON won't touch the mind stone

^ Raw energy of the tesseract gives Carol her powers

^ CONTACT ALONE with the power stone is enough to make Thor scream

+ the scene you were talking about from gotg1 with the power stone

^ an enormous plot point of TDW is that hours after getting possessed by the infinity stone, Jane is on the brink of death. Is it instant vaporization, no, but I think that's only because it's not in one go, she's taking it in her body like a fluid, so there's more skin to absorb the power, if that makes sense?

+ other examples I'm too tired to think of. Like vaporization is only shown with the Power Stone on screen, but all of them clearly have an adverse effect when you touch them and we know that even though they don't state it explicitly because of the WAY the infinity stones are presented to us. ALL of them (except the soul stone) are encased in something to make it easier to touch. That was done on purpose, not just convenience. if you watch mcu infinity saga closely, you'll notice just how much care was put into making the infinity stones visibly powerful without ever having to say anything about it. People use the magic from them, but they rarely, if ever, actually touch the stone.

i.g.

the scepter ^

^ an entire magic spell has to be cast in order to OPEN the necklace that holds the time stone, let alone USE it. it's dangerous to touch, so they have it locked away

^ he's USING the time stone, but look how much effort was made into NOT touching it

when he gives Thanos the time stone he makes an effort NOT to touch it

^ the reality stone is consumed by Jane, but any time anything tries to touch her, a magic shield appears that protects it from threats (Also couldn't find a gif of this, but again, massive plot point of TDW is that they can't get the aether out without Malekith's help)

HOWEVER. you are right. People do touch the Infinity Stones with what is basically bare hands a lot, but not really until Endgame/Infinity War

So...rules are fluid? I guess? Personally, I just don't understand why so many infinity stones would be encased in such powerful objects for protection unless it WAS dangerous to touch them

The Tesseract was put in shatter-proof glass that survived centuries, the Soul Stone is...under some sort of spell via God(?)(unclear), the aether was broken into pieces so it's evil kool aid (which is a protectio device because you can touch the bits of the aether without it killing you, rather than the entire infinity stone), the time stone is in a necklace you have to use magic to open, the power stone was hidden in an unbreakable orb and the mind stone was encased in the scepter (Thanos might have done this himself, also unclear)

The point is that I think MCU didn't really decide one way or the other, and even if they DID, thanos is intended to be a bit sturdier than the average human, so him making contact wouldn't vaporize him instantly, I think.

#infinity stones #infinity saga #answered

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Solace | Marc Spector x Male Reader

Fandom: MCU

Genre: Hurt Comfort

Paring: Marc Spector x Male Reader

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, Mentions of violence

Word Count: 677

Requests are open

** This work does not use (Y/n) and has a vague allusion to the reader’s gender, but this is intended for people who identify as male *

Marc’s contract with Konshu took a palpable toll on your relationship. He was always leaving in the middle of the night, has gradually become distant as time passed, and was coming back with a grim or dejected expression accompanied by what you hoped wasn’t blood on his skin and clothes whenever he got home. You’ve been dating for around five months now, and you began noting these patterns roughly a month or two into your living together. Eventually, you finally told him you had had enough and he sullenly explained his dealings with Konshu. When he finished, all you could do was hold him close and reassure him that everything will be alright.

Presently, you stayed late after work and weren’t able to get home until well into the evening. You admired the beautiful hues of orange and pink that painted the sky while making your way home; the scenery juxtaposing what was waiting for you at home.

You opened the door to your home, met by the sight of the interior left almost exactly how it was earlier, the only difference being the door to your shared room had been left ajar. “Marc, you home?” you called out as you closed the front door and set your things in their place; however, you received no response. The stillness of the air alongside a deafening silence stirred an apprehensive sensation in your chest, especially since Marc should have been home about now. “Marc?” you tried again, this time skulking closer to the bedroom. Gently opening the door, you were struck with a scene that completely shattered your heart. There in front of you was Marc, sitting on the floor against the bed in only shorts with a bottle of whiskey that had around a fourth of its contents remaining sitting within arm's reach.

He turned his head to look at you, letting out a sigh, realizing how he must have looked. “Hey, honey.” Marc’s tone held its signature raspiness with an added layer of despondency. After his somber greeting, he turned his head back, unable to face you. In response, you walked deeper into the room to have a better look at your boyfriend, still attempting to comprehend the situation and contemplating how best to console him. Seeing that his head was hung in what seemed as a mixture of shame and guilt, you decided to sit next to him while keeping some distance between you two.

Breaking the silence you began, “Marc-” “Just... save it, okay?” He cut you off, looking up but still averting his gaze. “I know this isn’t how to handle this, but I... I don’t know what to do anymore.” Marc spoke in reference to his arrangement with Konshu, his voice brimming with despair. “I can’t just forget everything I did. Do you know what it’s like having to leave your boyfriend every night and come home to him covered in blood that’s not yours?” He continued, his voice laced with a color (colour) akin to a passionate sadness. You gently placed a hand on Marc’s shoulder in response. He flinched and sharply turned his head to you but gradually relaxed, leaning his head onto your shoulder so you could fully wrap your arm around him.

After giving Marc time to quell his charged nerves and settle into your touch, you spoke up, “I couldn’t begin to imagine what you have to go through every night, but all of this is Konshu taking advantage of you. Nothing more.” Your words began to soothe him evidenced by the loosening tension in his shoulders. “I doubt being forced to kill every day is easy, but please come and talk to me next time, okay?” Marc let out a hum of agreement, too emotionally drained to let out any words. The room fell into a comfortable silence before Marc asked, “Hey, hon?” “Yes?” Marc could only speak two words that expressed his sentiment, “Thank you.” Your response was to hold him ever so slightly tighter, draw and release a deep breath, and simply say, “Always.”

- End -

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: Hey, so it’s been a very long time since I’ve posted on here. I’m sorry for my long hiatus, but I do intend on writing more now that I have more time. I’m posting this oneshot just to get myself back into the swing of things, so I apologies if this isn’t as good as it could be but I’m working on some requests right now so there are those to look forward to.

I will be making a sort of overhaul to my blog which is mostly just adding a guide post and breaking up my masterlist into individual ones, so that will be either the bulk or entirety of my post tomorrow. I’ve also been finalizing some character details for my second blog, AO3 and Wattpad so I can start working on two of the stories I have planned.

That’s all for the current updates at the moment, so as always, thank you for reading <3

#explore #marvel #mcu #marc spector #marc spector x male reader #moon knight #moon knight x male reader #marvel x male reader #male reader #x reader #marc spector x reader #moon knight x reader #marvel x reader #hurt/comfort

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𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 - singledad!bucky x neighbor!reader

complete masterlist | mcu masterlist | bucky barnes masterlist

words || 𝟚𝕜

series masterlist || week to all hallows' eve

summary || in which bucky's neighbor really connects with his daughter

a/n || gonna be posting a few stuff today to make up for my absence ➵ part of my 'week to hallows' eve' halloween countdown. check out the masterlist ➵ not yet proofread ➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!

warnings || fluff

bucky knew how to deal with hair. he knew how to keep it soft, to keep it clean, to tie it up into both professional and casual pony-tails. he knew how to untangle it, and how to brush it without hurting the scalp. after all, he had kept his own hair almost shoulder length for quite a while. he’d never had a problem styling his little girl’s hair in the past, when she’d come to him with requests of ponytails or braids. hell, he’d even taught himself how to french braid for the girl but, as the time they should have been spending preparing to go trick-or-treating dwindled, he realized that the style that she had in mind was simply beyond his capabilities.

he ran a brush through it, detangling it again, and holding onto it right above the roots to ensure the knots would cease without causing any pain to her. she was distracted by the accents of her outfit, and he blows out a deep sigh, guilt-stricken at the thought of disappointing his daughter.

“sweetheart, are you sure you can’t have it like this?” he gently attempted to break the news to her, but she adamantly shook her head.

“no, daddy, it has to look like this!” she showed his reference picture again, and he nodded solemnly. he knew that the hair made or broke the costume, and he couldn’t ruin something she was so excited about. checking the time, he decided to employ his last resort. he turns his daughter’s chair around, taking her hand.

“c’mon. let’s go on a lil’ trip.”

bucky didn’t live with his daughter’s mother. the break-up had been swift enough, and he wasn’t too upset about ending the relationship, but he did regret the sheer loss of contact with the woman. she was never really too involved in their child’s life - invested in her own projects - and, though he didn’t too much mind that part, it did become difficult when he needed a woman’s expertise or perspective on certain topics. as close as he and his daughter were, there were simply some things better expressed within her own gender.

that was where she stepped in. she’d moved to the neighborhood just a while over two years ago. at first, they rarely met - her job keeping her out of the house for hours and sometimes days at a time. they’d met at the occasional barbecue or out on their lawns, and those few times showed just how good she was with his daughter. sometime last year, though, she’d switched to working from home and, suddenly, her schedule started lining up with his much more often.

after that, they’d drop by at each other’s places often. first, it was to ask for basics - do you have some sugar i could use? the store’s closed by now and i seem to have forgotten it… or could i borrow a wrench? my old one’s been a bit - er, misplaced, i suppose! - and, after that, it was to ask for small favors - i hate to bother you but i think my sink’s a bit broken and i hate to ask this of you, but could you look over her for a half-hour? i’ve just got to run into the shops.

since then, she’d pop in without warning, a dessert or snack in her hand - homemade, usually. then, when she found out that the young barnes’ favorite pastry was apple pie - courtesy of her uncle steve - she would bring it whenever she could. she’d be met with fond smiles and sung praises from bucky, but also a playful admonishment for spoiling his daughter.

though, he came to realize that, as he did, his daughter also absolutely adored her. she’d been a massive help when confused as to how to deal with his daughter’s expanding interests and emotions that he couldn’t really get.

he still remembered when he’d gone to her - completely baffled - with the topic of his daughter’s new kindergarten boyfriend. she was so young - and he couldn’t fathom the possibility. in fact, he had looked so grief stricken that she had unfortunately laughed when describing the problem, much to his indignance.

she was fantastic and, of course, absolutely gorgeous. had he been anyone else, he would have allowed himself to indulge in the thought of her so much more than this, though close, strictly friendly, neighborly relationship. but bucky knew that, though he was content in his choices, others say parenthood and the light of his life - his daughter - as a burden. after all, she was successful and seemingly fulfilled; who was he to add such a major role to her life.

still, he loved remembering the ways his little girl’s eyes shone at the mention of her.

he rapped on the door, his knuckles tapping the wood loudly. his daughter’s whole hand basically wrapped over one of his fingers, but she’s quick to release it at the sight of her opening the door, instead excitedly rushing to greet her. she grunts at the speed of the little girl’s pounce.

“oh, hello! is everything alright?”

“yeah, yeah, of course!” he reels his daughter back to him, keeping her in place, before swallowing, “just - look she’s got this idea for a hairstyle and i just can’t get the hang of it. could you - uhm -” she nods immediately, ushering the both of them in without hesitation.

they’d been inside several times and, as she ushers his daughter to go wait in the bathroom, he watches her try to finish arranging her candy for the night.

“oh, i’ve got that, please.” he immediately moves to her side, pulling at the super-sized bags on candy to place them in the neatly labelled buckets. she looks as though she wants to argue, but decides against it, smiling graciously as she goes to tend to the little one.

it doesn’t take long for him to finish emptying out the bags into the buckets, and he’s gone to see how the progress is going. she’s already got half of the girl’s pinned up delicately and cleanly, with not much more than a strand out of place. he watches her work her magic with a mixture of fondness at his daughter’s smiling face, and just a sheer awe at her ability to do something that he so struggled with.

it takes her no more that a few more minutes, taking the young girl to do a twirl in her completed outfit in the full-length mirror in the hall. she was giggling as she was being spun, before running to her daddy to show him her hair.

“wow.” it’s a true statement of wonder, and he looks up to see her blush lightly at the inherent complement. she crouches to be at the height of his daughter, caressing her dress with one hand to ease out any wrinkles and lightly taking her hand in the other.

“will i be seeing you, my little warrior?” his daughter looked up at him, and he pursed his lips in thought.

“oh, i’m not sure if your candy emporium -” she laughs at the analogy, “will still be open. we’re hitting our neighborhood last.” he daughter dejectedly looks at her, upset by the news that was new to the both of them. seeing this, she immediately shakes her head.

“it’ll still be open, i promise. d’you promise to come, honey?” she nods eagerly, babbling a promise! back at her, making her laugh, “d’ya promise, buck?” she tilts her head up to look at him, and he smiles.

“i promise.”

his daughter’s arms had gotten tired about halfway through with holding her heavy bag of goodies, and he was quick to her her out. now, with an absolutely brimming bag, they get to their last door of the night. he lifts her up a little so that she can reach the doorbell.

the door opens in moments and, with a toothy grin, she brandishes her bucket (with some support from her father)

“trick or treat!” she smiles at the little girl, picking out a large chocolate bar for the girl.

“and for, my little warrior, the best candy of them all!” having not seen the candy anywhere else, the young girl is elated, grasping at it and thanking her several times over. she looks up at the somewhat exhausted image of bucky, and smiles sympathetically to him, “wanna come in for a bit?” he looks a little surprised by the offer.

“are you sure?”

“’f course.” his daughter looks up at him.

“can i show her my candy, daddy?” she responds for him.

“of course you can, honey. c’mon, let’s got to the couch.”

as his daughter arranges her assorted goods on the coffee table, she brews hot chocolate for everyone, presenting the sweet drink in front of them in a few moments.

his daughter begins to explain her different treats but, as her drink dwindles, so too does her energy, and she’s quick to pass out on the floor. her father places her onto the couch, stroking her arm lightly to keep her in the soft lull of sleep.

“you’re real nice to her, you know.” he says it after a moment of silence, and it catches her a bit off-guard.

“she deserves it. she’s a real good kid - in most part due to her father.” she can see him flush at the compliment, and smiles.

“you help me out a lot, y’know.” she knows, but she also knows that he’d do the same for her.

“well, you are my favorite neighbor.”

“you mean it?” his tone’s a little different, and she looks up to see a gleam of flirtation in his eyes.

“i mean, who else could make single parenthood look so easy - and look good doing it?” he laughs, and she does too.

“she really likes you…loves you, i think. is that forward?” he’s a little worried by the comment, but he knows she won’t take it too oddly.

“not at all - i like-slash-love her too.” he smiles, as they both go silent, and for a moment, she knows what he’s thinking.

“do you think i could ever-”

“yes.”

“i didn’t ask the question?”

“shit, oh - no, it was just very obvious what you were gonna ask - go ahead, though, you can be a gentleman about it.” he laughs at her blunt response, but continues.

“alright then - could i ever take you out for a dinner? or a drink?”

she had been nodding already as he was asking the question, and he suddenly felt elated at her lack of hesitation

“please, that would be lovely.”

“will you come over to mine, then? friday?” she thinks for a moment, before nodding.

“friday’s good.” he looks at his daughter.

“i’ll find someone else to babysit for a change, then.” she laughs.

“nah, she can stay. i think it’ll be nicer.”

“y’think?”

“i know - who wouldn’t want her. she’s adorable!”

“you’re adorable.” she rolls her eyes at the cheesy comment, but the pink on her neck indicates her actual feelings.

“that was awful.”

“you liked it.”

“only because you’re the one saying it.”

“what can i say?”

“don’t say. get home, tuck her in and pick me up friday - 7 p.m.”

“yes, ma’am.”

#marvel #mcu imagine #mcu x reader #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #fluff #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #singledad!bucky #neighbour!reader #adorable #sebastian stan #week to hallow's eve #halloween

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Doctor Strange and the Multiverse of Mehness

(SPOILERS FOR DOCTOR STRANGE AND THE MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS) I was really expecting to love Doctor Strange And the Multiverse of Madness, but I didn’t. It did contain fun moments of splashy camp horror, but as a whole it sorely lacked soul and emotion, and the pacing was very much off.

Here’s a long-ass post detailing the problems I had with the movie:

1. Previously, in the MCU

Doctor Strange and the Multiverse of Madness relied way too heavily on references to previous installments of the MCU in place of genuine plot and character development. Instead using the tools of filmmaking to set up the story and building emotional beats that lead to a pay-off, the movie just sort of vaguely waved its hand at its cinematic past and expected it to be enough.

The problem with this isn’t really even about some of the audience not being caught up (though that is not not a problem). I’ve seen all the previous movies and series, and I was nevertheless annoyed with the way the movie used references to other movies as a substitute for work it should have done for itself. Hence, the movie was missing many of its vital organs.

Example: Instead of taking the time to establish the concept of the multiverse and, most importantly, Stephen’s attitude towards it, the movie just skipped this whole part by quickly referring to the events of the recent Spider-Man movie. It’s perfectly fine for the movie not to pretend like the multiverse is a thing Stephen isn’t already very much aware of, but what the movie ended up throwing away with the bathwater was Stephen’s point of view.

How does he feel about messing with the multiverse with Spider-Man? Does he regret it? Has he learned something? Did this experience warn him against doing it again, or is he even more curious about exploring the possibilities multiverse?

We don’t know. The movie never allowed him to go there and show us what he thinks of his past actions.

2. According to the legends...

I bet that this movie went through many, MANY rewrites because it can’t seem to commit to a plot point long enough to turn it into something that matters. I felt like I was playing a game with way too many time-wasting side quests and a main object that never delivers.

The characters keep running from one mystical thing of utmost importance only to abandon it for the next mystical thing of utmost importance, and all that only ends up diluting the significance and muddying the meaning of these things in the process.

Meanwhile, the movie was sorely lacking in moments that do feel meaningful. Moments when character grow, when they bond with each other, when their conflicts clash, when they make crucial choices that tell us who they are deep down inside, when they just feel their feelings. There wasn’t any time for those, with the next big action sequence or the next magical ritual just around the corner from the previous one.

This is also a pacing issue. The movie had very few peaceful scenes, which also hurt the action and the excitement. It’s hard to remain invested in what’s essentially a two hour chase sequence when you’re allowed no moments to take a breath and reflect. Even Mad Max: Fury Road had pit stops.

3. Quo Vadis, Stephen Strange?

Marvel movies tend to work more often than not because the studio has had the good sense to focus on building strong characters who keep all the spectacle grounded.

Spider-Man: No Way Home, which premiered not long before this movie, is a very good example of this practice. That movie was full of hyped-up crossover appearances, mind-warping dips into the world of magic and multiverses, and maximalist action sequences, yet the movie worked because it was all anchored in Peter’s emotionally resonant character arc and the relationship he had with the people he loved.

Multiverse of Madness lacked that emotional anchor, and it showed. Stephen Strange didn’t have a well-defined character arc of his own in this movie, and his relationships with the other characters in the film were barely fleshed out. There was a hint of a theme in him being sort of unhappy about not ending up with his ex and a highlighted yet disconnected line about his obsession with being in control, but the movie didn’t spend enough time exploring those inner conflicts long enough for them to truly matter.

I do feel like there’s a story to be told about Stephen’s hubris going wild in the multiverse when things don’t go his way, and that story was already told in one of the better episodes of What If...? Somehow, the Multiverse of Madness ended up doing so much less with Stephen than a single episode of a mediocre AU animated series did, and that’s telling.

I’m honestly not sure if anyone in charge of this franchise knows what to do with Stephen. He seems kind of lost and unmotivated in the beginning of this movie and ended up pretty much the same way. What’s his story, where is he going? Why is he the main character of this movie? I know that seems like a superfluous question because the movie bears his name, but being the main character requires more than just standing in the spotlight. We need to know what drives Stephen into what direction and why we should care, and I feel like this movie just didn’t do the work on that front.

Doctor Strange shouldn’t be a stranger in his own movie.

4. Wanda Why?

Wanda’s motivations in this film were strongly established, yet simplified to a fault. She was the best character in the movie thanks to Elizabeth Olsen’s magnetic performance, and because she got to be the centerpiece of the most memorable scenes of the movie. Sadly, it all came at the expense of Wanda’s complexity.

Gone was the layered character Wanda became in the brilliant WandaVision, in which she gained power and learned a valuable lesson about dealing with grief and loss, and in her place was a flattened villain who has completely forgotten that lesson and incapable of thinking past her most primal instincts. This was explained in the movie by her having been corrupted by the Darkhold, but that felt like a lazy excuse to get out of coming up with more interesting a way of turning her into the relentless yet soulless monster the story needed her to be.

What a force of nature she would have made had she been allowed to be the villain of this movie while still retaining the depth, the heart, and the mind she had when we last saw her.

Now, this is also a problem I have with the way the character is sometimes written in the comics, but it just really annoys me that Scarlet Witch falls victim to the sexist tropes of a) the woman who goes crazy because she has too much power for her pesky female emotions to handle, and b) the woman who goes crazy when she loses her children because motherhood is apparently an all-consuming identity that leaves women no other reason to exist.

I was kinda hoping that the MCU version of Wanda would not go there this hard. Wanda could still struggle with her mental health, love her children fiercely, and do very questionable things without being this unhinged.

There’s also an ableist angle here: this whole concept of “going crazy” and what it entails. As a personal with a long history of mental health issues, I care a lot about how all sorts of mental health struggles are portrayed in popular media, and one of my biggest annoyances is the way they are often treated as something that inevitably turns people into unhinged murderers. Even if this movie is just a bit of light entertainment, it still shapes the attitudes towards mental health issues, and I would rather not see yet another piece of media that equates “going crazy” with becoming a violent killer.

5. And Why Are They Here?

The other characters of the movie felt also more or less empty.

America Chavez was allowed to be little else than a passive plot device who spend way too much time standing around and looking scared instead of making conscious choices or emotionally resonant contributions to the story. We barely got to know her personality and she never developed a meaningful bond with Doctor Strange, which hurt the climax of the movie. They ended up being just co-runners-away-from-scary-things with no personal relationship.

This was no fault of actor Xochitl Gomez, whose performance left me looking forward to seeing her character again. In fact, the cast was overall very good, and they all felt more or less wasted in thankless parts that either gave them nothing to do or too little depth.

Rachel McAdams is way too good an actress to be here just as Dr. Generic Love Interest. I am eternally confused about why the movie kept putting such an emphasis on the importance of her relationship with Stephen while also having zero interest in exploring it the slightest. Chiwetel Ejiofor returned as Baron Mordo and once again gave too much to a part that gave him nothing in return.

As for the parade of Marvel cameos, it was a mixed bag for me. Live action Captain Carter made me weak in the knees, and just a few minutes of Lashana Lynch as Captain Marvel convinced me that Maria Rambeau should have the title in the 616 universe as well (sorry, Carol). I don’t usually care about Black Bolt, but the two scenes that showed off his power were some of the highlights of the whole movie for me.

Meanwhile, I wish that Sir Patrick had not walked back his previous decision to let his appearance in the tremendous Logan be his last round as Xavier. As much as I love seeing him, I just feel like his presence here was unnecessary and not good enough a reason to bring back his beloved Xavier. I hesitate to use the phrase “this cheapens the legacy of the character” in a world where Wolverine: Origins exists, but yeah, that.

John Krasinski as Reed Richards was the biggest bummer for me because I was still hoping that Marvel was going to cast someone other than him. I am always happy to see Charlize Theron, but her mid-credit scene was probably the laziest and least exciting mid/post-credit scene to date. Seriously, guys, if you’re not even going to bother, just cut the scene and grant her the dignity of getting a proper introduction scene in another movie.

Even though I really enjoyed seeing some of these characters on screen, this aspect of the movie just seemed like the worst kind of audience pandering. Marvel cameos and crossovers are great when they lead to fun team-ups or emotional reunions. This didn’t work (beyond Captain Carter and Captain Marvel getting to kick some ass together; petition for a new Disney+ series plz) because Strange doesn’t have and didn’t end up developing a meaningful relationship with any of these characters. He didn’t care, so I couldn’t care either.

6. Some Credit to Sam Raimi

I’m not sure who to blame for the failings of this movie, but I have a feeling that it’s not director Sam Raimi. Whenever the movie did work, it worked because it felt like a good old Raimi movie.

Raimi is at his best when he gets to deliver dark humor, campy horror, and inventively gruesome imagery. He turned Scarlet Witch into a spectacular movie villain and made her seem truly terrifying whenever she got creative with her deadly powers. My favorite scene in the movie was Scarlet Witch’s first dreamwalking scene, which conjured up psychedelic images reminiscent of trashy horror movies from the 60′s and 70′s.

Raimi allowed Strange to have his moments, too. There was some real magic in the sight of him entering the haunted house version of his home inhabited by his darkest alternative version, and the image of Zombie-Strange wrapped up in the souls of the damned was nothing short iconic.

But all those cool images and atmospheric moments were not enough to save this movie from the weak story and undercooked characters. It’s just garnish on the top of a heap of hot air.

There are directors who are all style and no substance, but Raimi isn’t one of them. His Spider-Man movies are great examples of superhero movies that manage to find a balance between character development and action (yes, even the third one; it’s not good, but at least an attempt was made).

That’s why I am wondering whether this movie is yet another victim of studio interference instead of a failure on Raimi’s part. Disney tends to hire visionary directors with bold visions and then tying their hands because they’re too afraid of taking creative risks, so I wouldn’t be surprised if that explains what went wrong here.

7. Summa Summarum

Doctor Strange and the Multiverse of Madness is far from the worst MCU movie to date, but for me it’s probably the biggest letdown so far. I feel like it failed to live up to the promise it had, and it fell victim to the worst patterns this franchise has.

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