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justalilmc · 2 years

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Hi again, it's @decadentwastelandtrash!! May I please get a matchup for mcu, Harry Potter(marauders era if you're familiar with it) and stranger things? I'm a straight female, she/her and I'd prefer a male please!

Physical description - I'm 5'9 and I have long and curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. I have a fair skin tone, I'm slim and I've got full lips and slight dark circles under my eyes. I wear glasses and I have broad shoulders. I dress mostly in relaxed suits, blazers and coats and I love the occasional dress or sweaters layered over a white button down! I also love wearing red lipstick!

Hobbies/likes - I love reading, my favorite genres are poetry, Russian lit, and mysteries! I also love true crime very much. I love learning about new things and knowing a little bit of everything, I'm very interested in psychology, history, mythology and folklore, and fashion! I adore adventures, mischief, witty and playful banter, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything! I adore all forms of art and I have quite a few creative hobbies! I listen to a lot of modern/indie rock and I love watching psychological thrillers and romcoms.

Personality description - It takes me a while to feel comfortable around new people but once I do, I become really talkative and outgoing. I love helping out and I'm the therapist friend, people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'm smart and ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do. I sometimes struggle with the hardwork and conviction needed to get there though, and I'm deathly afraid of failure and disappointing the people I love. I'm quite the hopeless romantic and I love being in love! I also daydream a lot and I can get lost in my own world for hours. I can be quite dramatic and stubborn and I tend to be withdrawn and distant at times. I get frustrated easily and I'm quietly competitive. My love languages are acts of service and words of affirmation.

I'm a ravenclaw, I think I'd have done well in potions and defense against the dark arts, and struggled with care of magical creatures? If I were in marvel, I definitely would have loved to have elemental manipulation as my power

Thank you very much!! I'm sorry if this got too long! I hope you have a lovely day <3 <3

Absolutely no need to apologize, I love the detail. That makes it so much easier for me to be detailed too :)

1.) MCU

I ship you with Bruce Banner!

- Okay this would be so wholesome

- You would keep this man from absolutely disappearing into himself

- You would hang out in his lab together a lot, talking about what each of you are working on. He values your opinion more than anyone else’s.

- He would absolutely love hearing about what you’re working on or honestly he’d love listening you talk about anything you love, seeing the way your face lights up

- Whenever you space out he’ll always ask you where you went, he always wants to know what you’re thinking

- This man will unashamedly watch any romcom with you almost any time you ask. He literally always cries at the end, I don’t know what to tell you

- I feel like the two of you would communicate very well and would come up with strategies to make sure he doesn’t hulk out at random times

- Y’all would build a little sanctuary in the woods where the two of you could meditate and connect with the elements

2.) Harry Potter

I ship you with Remus Lupin!

- This one was the most obvious one to me, it would just be so nice

- I feel like the two of you would be so comfortable around each other that you could just sit in the same room and read in silence

- You could be sitting around for hours and Remmy would occasionally look up at you and smile, feeling utterly content

- I feel like y’all would always be having really deep conversations that started out as some kind of joke and turned into an intense yet friendly philosophical debate

- Like you two, Sirius, James, and Peter would be hanging out and all of a sudden you and Remus are discussing what happens after you die and Peter’s like stressed asf, but Sirius and James are watching like it’s a goddamn quidditch game

- You would def be raiding his closet, wearing his jackets and sweaters and he just absolutely eats that shit up

- He is so proud that you’re his and literally cannot comprehend that you love him as much as you do

- We all know how insecure Remmy boy is but you are always prepared to tell him how much you love him and make him feel loved

- Y’all would be also be low key competing when it comes to who’s the top of the class, like I feel like the other marauders are constantly betting on it lol

3.) Stranger Things

I ship you with Jonathan Byers!

- Okay so this one is just so aesthetically pleasing to me

- Him with his ratchet ass clothes and you slaying in a blazer

- He’s literally gonna start combing his hair because of you, he simply does not understand how you look so good all the time

- Y’all would exchange mix tapes a lot as a way of expressing how you feel about each other

- I feel like y’all would motivate each other to express yourselves creatively

- He would take pictures of you all the time, just doing normal everyday things like tying your shoes or doing your makeup

- You would definitely have regular movie nights, he loves watching the psychological thrillers with you and talking about what they mean afterwords.

- He would often go to you when he’s feeling anxious because you know how to talk him down

- He would take polaroids of the two of you and give them to you to use as a bookmark

Hope you enjoyed it!!!

#harry potter #harry potter ships #marvel #marvel ships #stranger things #stranger things ships

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samantha-rae-velcher · 2 years

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Feathers and swords

Clint Barton x reader

Requested by: @marygoddessofmischief Thanks for the request ❤️

Warnings: Fluff, Violence, smut, swearing, mention of blood, shower sex.

A/n: (18,000+) 🥸..... enjoy

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Y/n and Clint ran into the large living room of stark tower. He shot a few arrows at the stray bots, and Y/n cut a few down with her razor blades. One of the bots jumped on her back trying to flip her over, but even larger blades stabbed out of her and into it.

The fighting continued until nothing but broken metal and shattered glass was left.

"Tony! What the fuck!?" She yelled.

Clint looked over at her, the back of Y/n's shirt was soaked in blood. He came up behind her and touched her back.

She gasped at the pain and gripped his arm..

"That hurts don't do that." She grunted.

"I've never seen the razor blades come out of your back, we need to get you to Banner now!"

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Y/n sat on a stool, Tony in front of her and Bruce behind her. Clint was seated beside her rubbing her shoulder.

"How the hell did this happen?" Banner asked.

Clint held up Y/n's arm and squeezed, three large silver blades came out with a swoosh sound.

"These sons of bitches came out of her back." He said.

"Well, your back and shirt are soaked in blood." Banner explained while he took off his gloves.

"How the hell do you bleed from your own abilities?" Tony asked.

She shrugged..

"It's simple, my blades come out and I fight. They go back in and my body heals over. So every time I need to fight, the razors literally slice through my skin."

Tony nods and leans back on Banner's desk...

"We need to do something about that, Y/n."

She stood, Clint grabbed her arm and helped her...

"Hey well, you go ahead and try. I'm gonna wash this blood off of me."

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Clint helped Y/n into the shower, he stripped himself down and grabbed a soft wash cloth for Y/n's back.

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You know what's funny? I have read so many fanfics that I literally read Y/n as Samantha 🤣👌 and at some points in stories I nearly type down Samantha instead of Y/n..... ________________________________________

"You're coming in too?" She asked with a giggle.

"Yeah, I got all sweaty while fighting." He responded. "Turn around, honey."

Clint grabbed the body wash and spread it across the cloth, he made slow gentle circles over Y/n's back. She looked down and saw red water run into the drain.

"Ouch." She whispered.

Clint stepped closer and planted a kiss on her shoulder, he slowly pulled her back into him and ran the cloth down her front.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah I'm okay, babe."

She could feel his erection pressed against her ass, Clint leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

"The way you fought today was so damn sexy."

He faced her towards the wall and pulled her hips back, he lined himself up with her and asked...

"Do you want this, sweetheart?"

She nodded and bit her knuckle.

"Uh-huh, Y/n. You gotta say it."

"Yes." She groaned. "I need you, Hawkeye."

That did it for him. He loves when she calls him by that name, he does shit to him.

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"So then Pep said-" Tony was cut off by a sudden man's groan come from the vent above their heads.

Stark and Banner both looked up, then back at each other and cleared their throats.

Tony closed the vent with a button on his watch, Banner crossed his arms in front of his chest a waved him along.

"Please continue."

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"That's a good girl, who's my little razor beast Huh?"

Clint growled.

"I am." Y/n's voice came out like a whisper.

He reached down and rubbed her clit, he smirked as he felt her legs start to shake.

"Oh what's the matter, huh? Daddy too ruff on you?" He asked.

"Oh God! I'm gonna cum." She moaned.

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Tony looked over at Banner, who was pointing up at the vent.

"They're really getting it on up there, huh?" Bruce asked.

Steve, Nat, Thor and Bucky all sat around the island type thing in the middle of the lab.

"I thought you said you closed it." Nat said with a mouth full of food.

"I did." Tony replied, he clicked the button on his watch again. "See, that's open."

"Holy fuck, baby girl!" Clint said from the vent.

Steve nearly choked on his Dr. Pepper, he waved his hand at Tony and loudly whispered...

"Close it! Close it!"

THE END ❤️

#fyp #fanfic #x reader #foryou #foryoupage #smut #clint barton x female reader #clint barton x y/n #clint barton #clint barton smut #clint barton x reader #hawkeye

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winterspiderpurrs · 2 years

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" - and so that's why I can't go on patrol anymore. Would you be able to cover?"

Crash sound was heard through the AI in his suit and lots of cursing.

" Mr. Stark? Is everything okay? Do you need some help?"

" your fuckin pregnat? Aren't you like 15? What the hell Peter how no don't tell me who... what the fuck"

" I'm 20 Mr. Stark... you meet me when I was like 14. And I'm not gonna say who the dad is til I talk with them."

" They don't even know? What... kid. Is this... something you want? I know people; it's your body your choice. If you wanna keep it hush I can make it happen. No questions asked."

" No no. I... thank you. I've known for a bit and thought about it . If my alphas I mean if the father doesn't want to be involved I am still going to keep the pregnancy... just.. gonna need someone to keep an eye on Queens. I know DareDevil and Deadpool will help cover but any assistance would be great."

You can hear Tony sigh. " I get it kid... I'll help you anyway I can. Come by the tower and we will get a schedule worked out and have Bruce or Stephen come check you out"

" Thanks so much Mr. Stark! Your the best! I'll swing by home and then head there from on the subway. Can we have some pasta for dinner? Pasta sounds so good"

" Sure kid. See you soon."

Tony sighs and rubs his hand over his face. He knew Peter was an Omega. But he still saw him as this young kid he help recruit to assist in Germany. Shaking his head, he heads up stairs to tell the team to prep the table for dinner.

" Friday order 3...no 5 of the family size pasta from that place we ordered last time. Same for the salad and extra garlic bread. "

He spotted Natasha, Bruce, Bucky, Steve and Sam in the common room.

" Alright folks. Dinner will be here in the hour. Having Italian tonight, and oh make sure you have a spot for Peter"

Natasha raises an eyebrow. " He doesn't normally come over to the tower til the weekend"

" yeah well normally he isn't knocked up"

Multiple things open at once. Bucky spits out his drink, Steve drops his sketch book, Sam drops the remote to the TV, Clint falls from the vent.

" ahh... shit. Pretend you don't know. Not even the.... father knows yet."

Bucky and Steve are a bit pale, then they turn and look at each other.

" And Peter is on his way here now?"

" He is gonna head home to change then head here after"

Steve and Bucky stand up.

" We uh we'll go pick him up. He shouldn't be walking by himself."

" Yeah we'll pick him up"

They quickly leave the room and you see Bucky whip out his phone and make a call. " Hey Pete... Steve and I are gonna pick you up for the tower... you don't need to walk"

Tony blinked and looked over at Natasha.

" That was...weird"

Natasha rolls her eyes and mumbles " your an idiot"

#winterspiderpurrs #writing prompt #winterspider #spidershield #winterspidershield #peter parker x bucky barnes #bucky barnes #spiderman #shieldspider #peter parker #abo au #omega peter parker #omegaverse #alpha steve rogers #alpha beta omega #alpha bucky

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oksana-moods · 3 years

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Ghost of you - Part 9

Summary: Ghost realizes that, no matter how hard she tries, she can't run away from her past. When Carol's presence do more harm than good, the only way to come clean is to take a dive. A/N: Thank you again for all the support, and to let you know that we reached the point where things start to change. Starting for the song theme. Now we’ll go with ‘Writings on the wall’ from Sam Smith. We’re halfway through, lovelies. Trigger Warnings: Violence, language (a bit too much, I believe), mentions of death… if you find others, let me know. Oh, sort of WandaVision spoiler. Angst. “I've spent a lifetime running, and I always get away”

With my hands involuntarily clutching the tag, I’m sitting at the roof watching the sun slowly but inexorably going down in the horizon. Once, I heard that this is what life feels like. We born just like the sun raises, we reach our greatest point then we start to set till night embraces us. Death, just like the sunset, is inevitable. I find myself agreeing with this metaphor.

It’s been a few months since our futile attempt to overturn Thanos’s snap. And now, each one of us went different ways to try to cope with this catastrophe.

Steve, Natasha and I were still living at the compound we had nowhere else to go so we’re pretending that we were taking care of things, that we’re moving on.

Tony and Pepper are about to get married and, honestly, I hope they find happiness. While Bruce went missing again, Thor went to New Asgard, he lost everything but still had a Realm to rule; Rhodey was working for the Government in a high position, or so I heard. Wakanda lost all the royal family but Okoye was holding on, as best as she could. Rocket and Nebula stayed a bit but returned to space with promises of visiting whenever they could.

Oddly, the logo ‘Avengers’ was scattered all over the universe. We were broken, but we would still protect whom needed protection.

And there is The Avenger, the original one. Carol barely touched the ground coming back from Garden and took-off claiming she needed to check on Skrulls. Not even three weeks later she was back, and that caught me off guard. I’ve never expected for her to return, not that quickly, at least.

She’s been trying to talk to me, but I dodged all of her attempts.

Until now.

“Hey, Mav.” I close my eyes when her voice reaches my ears. “The view from here is amazing.”

I was sitting at the edge of the roof and Carol was leaning with her elbows at the rampart.

“Yes. It is.” I answer. “What do you want, Carol?” We both know she’s not here for the view.

“To talk.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” I got up from my seat, I’m standing in the roof starting to make my way to the door. I flinch away when her hand touches my metal arm. I shoot an outrageous look at her.

“Please.” Her eyes are so soft against my gaze that something inside me stirs. “You’ve been avoiding me. Natasha told me that you lost most part of your memories.” Her brows are so furrowed that is clear she’s upset. Why is she? I turn away from her, I’m looking at the horizon once more. Her gaze was too overwhelming, right now.

“What do you want to know?” I shove my hands inside my pockets. Damn, why am I so nervous? “Most of my memories are gone. The last four years is all I have without gaps. Wanda…” I close my eyes, still hurts to think about her. I think it always will. “She helped me to unbury whatever she could.” I saw Carol leaning at the rampart. She was trying to get closer, but I needed distance.

“I crashed after your crash.” She nodded, of course she knew this. “Whatever happened to you with the tesseract, spattered in me too. That’s why I haven’t changed, just like you.” I could feel my hands shaking inside my pockets, I was uneasy. Something about her was pulling me to the edge.

“But, what about…” She hesitated “What about your arm?” Why is she pretending to be concerned? She’s getting under my skin and I’m feeling cornered. So, I do what every cornered animal do. They attack.

“Will you fucking stop beating the bush? Ask me what you fucking want to ask.” Oh and so she did, she was exasperated with me acting like an idiot. What was she expecting?

“I came to earth around 2007. I went to Maria’s and she told me you were at war but never make it back. I… I saw your stone. I… I…” She ran a hand through her hair. “I thought you were dead.” Her voice was a whisper but that made something burst inside me. I grieved her, even when I knew she was alive. She chose to go away and wanna play the broken-hearted role?

“You and me both!” My voice was harsh and loud, but I wasn’t yelling yet. Yet. “What do you expect me to say, huh? That I am sorry someone lied to you? That I am sorry you were sad?” The setting sun illuminating her face, making her look gorgeous than ever, made me hate her even more. “Well, news flash for you, hon. YOU’RE NOT THE ONLY ONE! I still see you die every time I fucking close my eyes.” I yelled. I couldn’t take this anymore. “I SAW YOU DIE OVER AND OVER AND OVER.” Her eyes were glossy, there was something shining inside them that I couldn’t decipher. And, Fuck. It hurt so bad. They hurt me so bad. She hurt me.

“I… Lara, I am so, so sorry they did this to you” She whispered again. She didn’t want to fight, but all I know is fight. And I only stop when I see blood.

“When I was taken by Hydra, they made me watch you die, they made me watch you leaving." My voice was low and hard, this time. "So no, I can’t stand this. Hydra took everything from me. They beat me and oh, they hit me hard. They cut off every single piece of me, and they put me through hell. But you Carol, you broke me first.”

I turned in my heels and left the roof. Each step my feet tried to betray me, make me to look back, but I kept going til reach the door. I knew I was far too harsh, my words probably cut her, but if she was bleeding so was I.

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Days went by and I didn’t see Carol since that day in the roof. Steve told me she took a room for her at the compound, she’d be staying a bit longer. Of course she is. Like I didn’t have a lot to deal with already. Since there weren’t any assignments going on, all the workout in the world couldn’t help to ease my mind. Or heart.

I park my motorcycle at the parking lot and pick up the flowers from inside my jacket. I check it to see if they still look good. I shrug, they’re good enough.

I walked inside the Hospital and expertly made my way to my friend’s room. It pained me to know she was sick, but she was too strong to give in that easy to cancer. She was a fighter. She inspired me. If she could go on even with her decease and losing her child, so could I.

“Buying flowers became a struggle nowadays.” I said with a smile.

Her smile lit up the whole room. “Good thing you’re not going out on dates, then.” My laugh filed the room.

“Please Maria, you’re too old to be that sassy.”

“You’re just as old as I am. The difference is just that you still look good.”

“You still look good, Ma. I’d take you out on a date.” And it was true, she was around her sixties but still look beautiful. Few lines near the eyes, but only complimented her.

“Awn, you flatter me” She put a hand on her chest, faking innocence. “I don’t go out with women, hon. But I’d definitely accept the invitation, I’m craving real food, not whatever this hospital calls food.” Instantly, this blows the air out of my lungs and I’m forced to face reality. My friends are gone and soon, Maria will be gone too. Carol told me once that her biggest fear was to bury all her friends. Fuck. I understand what she meant now.

“Geez, Mav. It was only a joke. Next time, don’t bring me flowers unless you’re bringing fries too.”

I forced a smile at her.

After the whole ordeal with the ‘Accords’ I was arrested alongside Clint, Scott and Sam. Cap came and rescued us, but I went on the road since I was an outlaw too, so my visits to Maria and Monica stopped despite keeping in touch. I wouldn’t forgive myself for the time I lost.

“Carol came to visit me yesterday.” That’s the Maria I came to know, never holding back her words. “Apparently, you’ve been giving her a hard time.”

“Oh. Did she come to cry on your shoulder?” Every time Carol’s name was brought up, I felt my brain short-circuiting. I don’t know why, but I hated it.

“Naa. I was just gossiping around, I’m an old lady, after all.” She laughed lighting up the mood. “Does it feel better to yell, to be a bitch with her?”

“What?”

“C’mon, Mav. You changed a lot, but I can still see through you. You need to vent whatever is stuck in your chest; you need to put it out.” I was frowning at the floor. “That’s the only way both of you will move on.”

“I hate her, Maria. Seeing her makes me feel like my wounds are cutting open once again. I don’t see how we can move past this, how I can forgive her.”

“If that’s true,” She pointed at my chest, and I knew what she was going to say. “Why do you still wear her tag and yours together?” All of a sudden, the Tag was heavy in my chest. Tons and tons of unspoken words, feelings, and pain weighting too much.

“I… I don’t know. It kinda feels right.” God, I’m so confused. Is it possible to be friends with Carol Danvers again? Will I, one day, forget everything Hydra made me feel with those memories? I wonder if that hopeless feeling will ever go away. Because right now, all I can think of is that, at any moment, she’ll turn her back on me or she’ll die. It’s hard to look at someone expecting, waiting for the pain that usually comes with their face.

“I know it does.” And she changed her tone to her bossy one. “So, stop acting like you have a stick shoved inside your ass and talk to her. Promise me you will.”

“All right. I promise.” I answered, it was no use try to avoid this. Maria wouldn’t drop this.

“That’s better.” She had that look like she knew that I’d comply with her request.

“Doesn’t upset you? That she left and forgot about us?” I was looking out of the window, looking at the cars outside, people were, slowly, trying to find their bearings. Trying to figure out what should be normal now. They were trying. Should I try, too?

Maria’s voice made me look at her when she replied. “It used to hurt, yes. But I’m dying, Mav, I don’t have time or patience to fight anymore.”

After Maria scolded me enough for not talking to Carol, our conversation was lighter. She complained about the overprotective nurse, she complained that tv never had good things to watch, gossiped about other patients, and when I said my goodbyes, she made me promise to sneak some food for my next visit.

However, all the way home I kept overthinking these things I’ve been building up inside me. Something about Carol made me uneasy, like I’m exposed in a field filled with enemies, with nowhere to hide. And I don’t like it on bit. There’s something about her eyes, and I hate the intensity in them when she looks at me, it’s like they can pierce your soul, see what’s underneath… And I’m way too afraid of all the terrors that she might discover. I’m not Lara anymore, I’m not who she thinks I am, no. I’m someone else.

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“You stole my spot.” I said as I reached the roof. The woman who I was addressing to, turned her head to look at me.

She was wearing a simple jeans with a blue t-shirt and her hair was framing her flawless face, how this woman could be so beautiful even with so common clothes was beyond me.

She gave me a tide smile that never reached her eyes, they were somewhat tired.

“Oh. It wasn’t my intention; I’ll leave you to be.” Yes please, leave me alone. I thought to me myself, but then my conversation with Maria from last week came to my mind. Fuck. I hate making promises. She was preparing to leave when I spoke.

“There’s room enough for both of us, though.” I said with a shrug, pretending that I was okay with her company, pretending that I wasn’t uncomfortable with this proximity. Her head snapped at me, she looked at me like I had grown two heads.

“Okay.” Her voice was so soft that immediately put me on edge. I felt exposed again. What was happening with me?

We stayed there for a while with a heavy silence between us. The tension was so thick that I’m sure we couldn’t move, that’s probably why none of us left the roof yet. There was a sea of unspoken words and as much as I hated it, we couldn’t ignore this anymore. If she’s going to stay, we’ll have to dive into this. We’ll have to work together at some point, this wouldn’t be healthy during even the simplest mission.

“You know, I’ve been in a lot of places, but none of them had such a beautiful sunset.” Her voice startled me; I wasn’t expecting at all.

“Well, it does have something peaceful, doesn’t it?” She seemed to ponder what I just said.

“One may say that this might be a spell. That there are a lot of beautiful places out there, but nothing compares to home.”

“Is it?”

“What?” She looked at me, confusion written all over her face.

“Is Earth you home?” At this, she frowned.

“Look, I know what you’re implying. I… I don’t know how much you remember from… before.” She seemed nervous. “What do you recall?”

And that’s it. There’s no turning back now, I needed to dive into this sea and hopefully I’ll reach the other side alive.

I looked forward; eyes set at the setting sun. I couldn’t deal with this and look at her at the same time. My hands started to shake so I wriggle them together to stop them, somehow.

“I remember us.” I felt a pang in my chest. Shit. What is this? “I remember you were always going back and forth to Earth. I remember when you went for good, ‘we’re too good at goodbyes’, yeah?!”

She signed heavily. “While helping Talos, I realized that a lot of people needed help. I wanted to stay, but I just couldn’t ignore innocent people dying.”

“People were dying here too.” She was frustrated, she threw her arms around impatient, but I continued before she could speak. “I know, I know you wanted to bring peace to whoever you could. And Earth already had its saviors.”

“It’s not just like that, I…” She turned to fully look at me. “After I found out about your… death,” She struggled with the word, it fell heavily from her tongue. “I felt so helpless, so stupid for wasting away the time I could’ve had with you, I…” She was staring at me, eyes locked, and I felt myself being dragged inside. “I couldn’t forgive myself for loosing you for good.” She half whispered as if afraid of this becoming true. Like I could turn into a mirage, out of blue.

She was diving in the sea of what was left unsaid too, there’s no going back. “And when you died, part of me died too. Then Earth wasn’t home without you on it anymore, that’s why I never came back after. But then I received Fury’s emergency call, only to learn about Thanos… only to find out that you were alive this whole time.” Her eyes were glowing with such intensity, that my feet were glued to the ground. I felt a hand wrapping around mine. “I wanted to come back, back then. After I went through your door, I regretted at the very same instant, Lara.” Her voice was so soft when she spoke my name, it was like her tongue was made of velvet and it took the air out of my lungs. “After all, I wanted… I wanted so damn hard to be happy… with you. But I couldn’t find my way back, it didn’t seem right. I didn’t want to hurt you. I’d only do more damage than I already had. And I’m so, so sorry for hurting you.”

I was so entranced in her eyes while she was speaking that up until now, I hadn’t realized how close she was, or even that her hand was gripping my flesh hand. She’s so close that I could see the fading sunlight brightening her freckles. She was so, so close that my brain was at loss.

I didn’t know if the sun was illuminating her face or if it was the other way around, but such perfection made something inside me stir, I felt strange. I felt an urge to reached out and touch her face, like I needed to feel her skin under my touch just as much as I needed oxygen. “Why are you here now, Carol?” My voice was so soft that felt foreign, almost like a whisper. “My heart is at Earth.” She whispered back, like she was afraid of breaking this spell, this trance that was keeping both of us from moving away.

#carol danvers #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers x fem!reader #carol danvers x original character #cap marvel #captain marvel #captain marvel x female reader #Ghost #ghost of you #marvel fanfic series #original female character #marvel x reader #angst

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thatrandomcatoverthere · 3 years

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She devil part 4

Summary: Tony and Bruce look deeper into the effects and power the she devil has. Y/n also starts going stir crazy during her recovery making a very unlikely friend. Bucky experiences jealousy and doesn’t know how to handle it.

Blood. So much blood. My first kill that wasn’t from a sniper rifle. I froze up, it was quick of course I never wanted anyone to suffer. Seeing the damage up close was different though, she actually saw the life leave the man laying in front of her. Maybe that was the problem, she didn’t see him as a body but as a man. A father possibly, a son of some old woman. That was the day she vowed she would never kill up close without more research. Without making sure she knew the person had truly done wrong. To know for a fact it wasn’t a person but instead a monster.

I could hear a monitor beeping beside me in sync with my heartbeat. The lights were bright as I opened my eyes slowly, attempting to regain my senses. Carefully sitting up, even as painful as it was, i took notice of my surroundings.

The medical room. The memories came flooding back. Rushing out of the building with Steve and Bucky. Taking out guards left and right. The sound of a gun, the bullet piercing my shoulder. Then everything went black.

Then I saw a certain brunette slouched over his chair with his head laying on the bed next to my legs. He was asleep, he looked so peaceful. His bed head covering his face slightly, he looked so calm. The sound of the metal arm whirring and him taking a deep inhale alerted me he woke up. His eyes cracked open and before I knew it he was standing next to me.

“You're awake! Bruce she’s awake! Do you need anything? Water? Are you hungry?” He suddenly berated me with questions.

“Buck I'm ok, water does sound nice though please.” I said as Bruce stepped into the room. “Y/n I’m so happy you're awake, How are you feeling?” DR.banner started as he checked my vitals. Bucky left to get some water before rushing back in.

“I feel like I've been shot a few times, but other than that I'll be ok thank you. Uhm, how long was I out?” I asked and took the glass from the brunette and took a sip.

“A week.”

All the water in my mouth was suddenly all over me, “WHAT? A full week?”

After some explaining from the two, Dr.Banner cleared me to roam the house. With the exception that I absolutely can not work out, go on missions, or leave the house without someone else with me.

Everyone turned and looked at me when I walked into the common room. This must attention at once made me nervous as I gave a little side wave and said hey. Nat spoke first after her shock of seeing me and not Bucky, “Y/n/n I didn’t think you’d ever wake up. How’s the shoulder?”

“Bruce said it should be fully healed soon, maybe another week or two.” Bucky walked in and sat down beside me on the sofa. Sam, Tony, Thor, and Clint all said their hellos and wished me luck on healing and being on house arrest. I was reading a book and listening to everyone talk when Steve walked in and said there was a mission debrief in 20 minutes.

Before he walked out he spotted me, “Y/n I see you’re up and doing better, well at least awake. It’s good to see you, you don’t need to come to this meeting by the way. Bruce said you’re out of commission until that shoulder heals. Oh. and do not ever scare me and Bucky like that again, I thought we lost you after you went all devil and fainted.”

“What is he talking about?” I glanced at Bucky.

“I’ll explain later, let’s just say you were pissed when you got shot. I’ll never be getting in your way when you’re mad.” Then he got up and followed the others out of the room.

I frowned and tried to continue reading before a certain god of mischief walked into the room. He sat on the recliner across the room, “Hello Loki.” He just hummed a response as he summoned a book. So much for conversation when the others are gone.

The team left on a mission late that night, Bucky said they'd be gone for at least 3 days. Great, I have to be home alone and bored with the most boring person, god thing ever. How he got the title god of mischief I'll never figure out because he rarely does anything but read.

The next morning i was laying over the sofa staring at the sofa when Loki walked in. “What’s your deal? Is staring at nothing a form of entertainment on this planet?” He said stopping in the doorframe with a look of confusion.

“No actually. It’s something I do when I finish my book at the same time as being out on house arrest alone with the person that barely talks to me.” I stated matter of factly. He rolled his eyes at me and I got an idea, “You strike me as the type of person to play chess. Let’s play chess, I'll kick your ass in it.”

“Oh my goddddddddddd. It’s like you just KNOW what my next move is.” The score is currently 15 to 0.

“Maybe I do.” I rolled my eyes at him. Damn god.

“Whatever. I’m going to go put honey in the vents to mess with Clint when he gets back.” This caught the mans attention, “You’re welcome to join me and show me why you of all people got your title.”

We may have gone overboard with the pranks. Loki did anything that was too vigorous for me with my healing shoulder, but now I know what he’s actually capable of. We were chuckling to ourselves putting a flour trap above Steves door when we heard the elevator ding. Shit the came back sooner than we thought. Loki made quick work finishing up the setup. I innocently met up with the team Loki going straight to the common room.

“Hey Buck! You’re home early!” I gave a false sense of innocence. He gave me a hug carefully, “Yea, it wasn’t nearly as hard as we thought it would be. Hope the god of books didn’t bore you too bad.”

“Nah I actually convinced him to play chess with me, he beat me more than I'll ever admit.” For a second it almost looked like Bucky got upset. Shrugging it off I said the rest of my hellos before everyone split off to get cleaned up. Cap decided food was more of a priority first, so he went to the kitchen.

Bucky was the first one to come into the living room, me and Loki were playing chess again. It felt kind of nice to talk to more people on the team. I actually started to feel more accepted. Bucky looked at the board and told me to make a different move than I was going to. As I was making my move, all three of us heard a yell that sounded very close to Steve’s voice.

Then he walked in, covered from head to toe in flour. He was pissed. “Which one of you did it. Actually I know the answer.” He looked at Loki.

“Sorry Captain, wrong guess. It was her idea.” He smirked at me.

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The mission went faster than usual, which meant I got to see Y/n sooner.

I didn't expect her to actually befriend Loki during my absence. Not like it bothered me. At all. Totally unbothered.

I mean I gotta admit it was really funny seeing Steve walk in covered in flour. Then seeing Nat walk in fuming, her red hair was now a dark blue. Y/n lost it in a laughing fit, this was first time I've ever seen her so open. After she hung out with Loki.

OK maybe I am a little jealous, how could I not be? She hung out with him for two days and suddenly she’s actually laughing and talking more. Over the course of the day multiple other incidents happened.

First was Steves flour bath. Then Natasha unknowingly dyed her hair, Y/n assured her it was temporary and would wash out easily. Then Tony was called Sugar Daddy by Jarvis and everyone lost it. I found out the salt was replaced with sugar while making food, let’s just say steak seasoned with sugar does not taste good. No one could even do anything yet because she was still healing.

When everyone thought we found all the “pleasant surprises” around the compound and we were sitting in the common room. Then Y/n gets a phone call from Clint, “Hey Clint, we live in the same house why didn’t you just come into the living room?”

“Why of all things did you use honey. You could’ve used anything and you chose honey. I thoughts we were friends man, it’s in my hair.”

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Hi!! Your matchups are amazing and you seem so sweet! I was wondering if I could please get one for marvel as well?

She/her, I'd like to matched with a male please!

Mcu

Both romantic and platonic please

Tony and Bruce if that's okay

Personality description - I love helping out and I'm the therapist friend, people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'm smart and ambitious, I love being the best at everything I do, though I sometimes struggle with the hardwork and conviction needed to get there. I'm quite the hopeless romantic and I love being in love! I also daydream a lot and I can get lost in my own world for hours. I can be quite dramatic and stubborn and I tend to be withdrawn at times. I get frustrated easily and I'm quietly competitive. My love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch.

A single partner is fine!

I'm 5'9 and I have long wavy dark brown hair and brown eyes. I have a fair skin tone, I'm slim and I've got full lips and slight dark circles under my eyes and I have broad shoulders. I dress mostly in relaxed suits, blazers and coats and I love the occasional dress or sweaters layered over a white button down! I come across as quite cold and I've been called frigid and withdrawn. It just takes me a while to feel comfortable around new people and warm up to them

If I'm comfortable around someone, I become really talkative and outgoing, and I joke around a lot. Maybe prank them if I know they'll be comfortable with it

Hobbies/likes - I love reading, my favorite genres are fantasy and poetry. I also love learning about new things and collecting knowledge, I'm very interested in psychology, history, mythology and folklore, and fashion! I adore adventures, witty and kinda flirty, playful banter, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything, silly or serious! I adore all forms of art and I have quite a few creative hobbies! Cooking, baking and cleaning up helps me relax. I listen to a lot of modern/indie rock and I love watching psychological thrillers and romcoms.

Thank you very much!! I hope you're feeling better now and are having a great day <3

hello! thank you for choosing this blog for your matchup <3

PLATONIC MATCHUP: Scott Lang

HOW YOU MET

I am thinking... college time. Yes, college time for sure.

He went to a slam poetry type thing once, supporting a friend of his. This one will surprised you, but you were in the crowd too!

You both had small talk, and when he told you that he knew basically nothing about poetry you were like "smh, imagine not appreciating the arts" that's a joke but anyway you both went on about it for a while it was fun and cool.

Scott had suspected you both to just split ways after that, but his friend who he had come to support decided to ask for your number and then give him(Scott) your number instead.

That being said, you both didn't actually end up talking until you both met at a coffee shop he worked at part-time.

RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

Goes to you for advice sm it is ridiculous. Like he will come up to you and go "so, uh, I need help planing a date with Hope-" or he'll go like "I'm getting some gloves for Cassie do you think it should be the pink or yellow?" or something idk. It's generic stuff and most of the time he trusts himself but a 2nd opinion(literally just yours) is a fab addition to any evidence.

He is also compeitive. Nobody seems to ever point it out be he is literally always tryna one-up people??? Like he will find out someone did something crazy and he goes "no. watch me do better". You have a compeitive friendship nonetheless. He has some pretty neat skills to keep their attention after all.

Very much a horror fan, despite the fact that it scares him out of his wits, but horror thrillers?? Now you've got him interested. I imagine you mentioned it to him once and now he got interested, so he watched a few.

HANGING OUT

Cassie adores you, and since Scott wants to be a good father(espec after the blip, that plot point was made simply to make scott lang angst fr). So hanging out with Cassie in some way is a must!!! Maybe you give her a brownie recipe, or Scott is all like "let's go bowling!!", or some other fun activity idk bro.

I feel like you guys talking+listening to each others respective things, yeah that'd be cool. He's such a chill and unjudgemental guy who can make some funny jokes. I feel like talking to him about interests would be very much comfort.

The type to help with a prank. I've never pulled much more than a stupidly simple prank, so I'm not sure the ethics of pranking, but Scott Lang would be the one to distract the target for sure.

Multitasking things!! Like you're both watching a movie while cooking a curry or something. Or listening to music while trying to pick out a poem, ok that one was a weird example, what would you be picking out a poem for??? Anyway, you get the idea.

ROMANTIC MATCHUP: Jimmy Woo

HOW YOU MET

This funky guy had some research to do for a case he was assigned, one involving some mythology, so you can imagine who many be involved.

Anyhow, it was off to the library with him!! He had some experts coming to help ofc, but it never hurt to read up yourself did it?

So there you both were, beside the mythology area of the library, scanning for any book that seemed especially useful and... uh-oh! You reach for the same one.

You give it up, having skimmed through it on a previous visit and figuring you could find it late, which he appreiacted it.

Now, being the sociable and slightly awkward fella he is, Mr. Woo decides to ask you what you know about mythology, because your knowlegde could surely outlast one of a silly little book, just maybe.

RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

He'll randomly info dump things he learnt from his job, stuff that he thinks you would find interesting! For example, he could tell you a niche lil belief that a town he visited in Norway or somewhere had, one that's a different variation from a more popular or well known tale or something. Does that make sense??

Absolutely convince that being with him would be like being with a Disney prince or smth. Mf acts like Prince Charming(speicfically the Cinderella where he jumps out the window or smth similar) and he both is inlove and models himself of Shang from Mulan, I mean that as a threat he loves that fictional man sm.

I firmly belive that pranks are not a new thing for him to experience. He gives off uncle energy, I feel like he has some troublesome nieces and nephews who are like "haha water ballon in your face >:)" and it is funny. You're pranks are met with a disappointed head shake and amusement.

This man is good at talking, I'll say that much. Like he isn't afraid to go, "hey, you look really nice today :)" or drop a lil "ily" on you way out. Kisses goodbye are a must!!! They're usually just a light lil peck but it's sweet innit <3

HANGING OUT

In light of the fact that Jimmy Woo is the kinda guy I think would be perfect for the first romcom type movie in the mcu(I'm half joking here), watching romcoms together!! He really likes the Princesss Bride, it makes him cry :] Honestly any of them will make him emotional even if they're very horrible.

He is a malewife, even if he is a lil busy sometimes. When he can, he makes those easy bake cookies, the one with the mix that you can find in local supermarkets. They are v v nice.

If you at all ever decide to in anyway help with the field work he has to do there is no way out because despite how serious it can be, it's a bit of a hook to have some crazy adventures with your s/o. Especially with the fact that Jimmy Woo is getting more and more involved with public superheroes like Ant-Man and the Scarlet Witch, I'd say it'll be wild and fun to spend that time together <3 Along with friends ofc.

Oh oh oh!!! Coffee dates!!! You will be DISGUESTED by how much he likes people(/pos). Like he is such a people person and very sociable. That's sorta off topic actually- I think he would like to go on coffee dates so you could both people watch and he'll be like "yo!! cool fbi psychology thing(gotta do what you gotta do to get info ig)" and you can add your own lil thing and he's like "yo!!! let me take a note of that rq!!!"

#i think shang-chi would've also been good to matchup you with so keep that inmind lol #haydens matchups!!!#marvel mcu #mcu matchup #mcu matchups #jimmy woo #wandavision #scott lang #ant man #ant man and the wasp

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What are your thoughts on Bruce's PTSD? Any version really. Thank you :D

oh boy, am i glad you worded it this way and you’re not asking about whether he’s suffering from ptsd or not. oh boy, am i sorry this is long

i’ve seen people talk about batman and mental illness a lot (makes sense given his villains) but they somehow never unanimously agree he’s suffering from ptsd because he apparently doesn’t meet all the criteria. or maybe he does but it’s bastardized versions of some of the bulletpoints instead of being a textbook ptsd sufferer, which i find a wrong disposition altogether but we’ll get to that later. to kick off, ptsd symptoms mainly consist of:

the (re-)experiencing of a traumatic event in the form of anxiety/panic attacks, nightmares, flashbacks and/or intrusive thoughts

avoidance of anything that might trigger memories of said traumatic event and/or emotional numbness to said triggers

agitation in various forms (difficulty sleeping, jumpiness, anger)

clearly we can all agree bruce wayne experienced a traumatic event in the age of 8-12 (depending the medium) and, going mainly with the comics, he almost immediately started having nightmares and intrusive thoughts about his parents’ death. where people seem to disagree is that a) bruce wayne never avoided any sort of trigger that had to do with the waynes’ murder but instead actively seeked it out and b) batman is known for his exceptional control of emotions. when he does break people’s teeth, it’s because he’s apprehending criminals, not because he’s having sudden bursts of irrational, uncontrollable anger. alright, i agree. but i’m also here to disagree because that’s what i do

let’s begin with the very known fact that young bruce wayne loses his parents and at the same time the world under his feet. he begins falling into a depressive state that can only be described to those who have never experienced anything similar as a mellowed down, washed out, nearly muted state of things. what things? everything. he exhibits anger throughout his pre-teen and adolescent years, either by skipping school or having outbursts towards alfred and sometimes authority (that… seems like it stuck lmao), and avoidance… what about avoidance? my guy, he did go on a worldwide trip for several years that, sure, he spent training and bettering himself so he could become the perfect soldier capable of taking revenge on everything bad the world had to throw at him or innocents, but it’s also important to remember bruce never mentions gotham while he’s away. or his parents. or anything tying him to that traumatic event really. he pretends to be an empty shell ready to be filled with knowledge and physical prowess, and listen, that’s all good, i’m glad he learned how to raise his body temperature in the midst of arctic conditions, but i’m gonna go on a limb and say that looks like slight avoidance to me

and then, even those who support bruce wayne suffers from ptsd almost never include later events of his life and that’s so very strange? it blows my mind because, losing his parents was surely the starting/focal point and it’s naturally never forgotten since it’s become such an important part of batman’s character, but we also have batman, years later, after he’s established a family and the pain isn’t nearly as fresh in his mind because he’s got people there for him, and that batman starts losing people closest to him. again. either by their getting badly hurt or outright death.it’s the waynes’ murder all over again. and it’s like it doesn’t count for some? the logic goes “this is batman so he’s already too badass for more traumas”, so i guess that means losing members of his family and friends doesn’t affect him? he filled his yearly traumatic quota i suppose? my boy, no

i’m talking about a fictional character thrown in fictional circumstances so it’s natural not everything can line up… yet it eerily does. at least when batman’s handled by a writer that knows what they’re doing. if we throw a humor-me “what if” rule to batman’s universe, if we pretend his experiences and solutions to said events are real, it’s safe to say he’s not stable. but he’s also not a time bomb, not anymore. the batman who’s had the good fortune of surrounding himself with family (like.. suffocating himself with family, bruce stop), partially healed himself by opening himself to support. maybe not through a psychologist, but through pure familial ties. alfred was always there for him, even when he was too numb to appreciate it. his kids were there for him even when jason tried to bomb him three times a wednesday. even jim gordon’s friendship has given a helping hand, otherwise you wouldn’t see white boy batman smiling every time he gangs up on him from the shadows

my point here is, i could talk about this for days and i’m emotionally compromised when it comes to the pointy vase, but i want us to appreciate how batman mends himself every time he goes out and saves someone. not completely, not fully, of course not, but he’s got a family there to help

#i've wanted to vent about bruce thanks #asks #Anonymous #ptsd for ts

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