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babybearcookie · 2 years

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Stray Kids Age Regression/Caregiver HC

this was requested

this is an age regression headcanon; if you don't like that, don't read it. age regression is a sfw coping mechanism, so i will be blocking anyone who might sexualize it

Chan

as a caregiver

first of all,,

chan is probably one of the most patient caregivers you'd ever have

if not THE MOST patient

he never wants to hurry you or push you further than what you need and are comfortable with

he'll help you of course

but with things like figuring out your emotions

or maybe smaller things like wanting to pick a snack to have

or building or colouring something

those things he'd never hurry along

time is precious in his eyes, and so is giving you space to figure things out on your own

and THEN if you ask for help, he'll come and help

or if you're in a situation that he can feel you wanting to step away from

then he's there too, showing that you can always rely on him when you want to

he's also the type take pics of you on his phone every time you do something cute

you're playing with a kitchen set he bought you?

*click*

you're into something playing on the tv?

*click*

you're pouting while sleeping?

*click*

and if you're okay with it, he'll want to show his friends the pictures

boasting about "look how cute my baby is"

the two of you also take walks in the park

he loves the times where you'd find a little bug or creature or just nature that you're intrigued by

he'll sit down on the ground, pull you into his lap and tell you about the thing, rly dad-like

maybe even pick it up if you're hesitant to, showing you that there's nothing to be scared of

when regressed

when regressed, chan has a lot of trouble articulating

which is why his words comes out slurred when he's speaking

he'll most likely mix english words into his korean sentences

unless he can talk only in english

and then there might be korean words mixed into his sentences there as well

he's most likely to regress when he's sleepy, head already fuzzy

he's mostly pretty quiet when he's small

unless he has a lot of energy heheh

he likes sitting back and look at people being silly

always with a biiiig smile and clapping while laughing

but even though he's a calm soul, he loveslovesloves play fighting!!!

when he has to climb over someone to get something or try to grab it from their hand as they're keeping it from him

idk,, he loves doing that, he finds it so much fun!!

if it goes on for long enough and he starts to get frustrated he might,,,

stomp his tiny foot and cross his arms, exaggerated pout on his lips :(((

he also just likes playing pretend

sometimes he's someone from a movie (most likely a superhero)

but sometimes he'll just be anything that he can think of

a dog, a bull, maybe even a dragon

he's been a bull a few times, loving the reactions he gets when he runs head-first into someone's legs hehh

also,, if he's going somewhere with someone

holding hands is a requirement!!

he will not go if one of his hands aren't being held

if you want a happy cutie chan, feed him

he'll most likely show you his adorable lil happy dance

wiggling his body

beware though, because he has a habit of playing with his food

so,, either contain him to an area where he can't do much damage or,,, be ready to clean up after him

Minho

as a caregiver

i already wrote how i think he'd be like as a cg here

but i'll expand a bit more on some ideas ^^

being homeschooled by cg minho>>>>>>

tiny words of encouragement

you're working on a korean language book for kids

tracing over the characters in the book

spelling out some animals and simple words

like 안녕하세요 and 감사합니다

he sits behind you and runs his hand over your hair while he watches as you fill out the pages

so! much!! praise!!!

he'd probably smile and fluff your hair when you look to him to see if an answer you wrote down was correct

maybe even kiss your temple when you are working

just because you look SO CUTE while being concentrated

after you're finished and he has checked your worksheet for mistakes he says that it's time to go to the playground

as soon as he says the word 'playground' you're up and running after your jacket and shoes

you're always so excited to go to the playground

there's mostly empty when you go

minho somehow always knowing when there'll be no kids

so you get to go on the swings and the slide without having to wait, and there's no parents looking at you weird

you even get to play in the sandbox with minho :D

when regressed

he absolutely LOVES being called baby

his favourite thing to be called ever!!

better if it's in korean

"minho aegi~~"

gone is minho, melted away

right under 'being called baby' on his list of what he loves most in the world is being cuddled

every chance he gets, he WILL cuddle someone

he will pull you to him and lock around you, koala style

he loooves when he's the one being the little spoon

held so dearly

warmth all around him

then he really feels cared for

like nothing in this world can hurt him

small and soft and just tiny

he comes with small sound effects

barely audible but they're there

he mostly doesn't mean to let out the small sounds, it's just something he does when he's doing something while small

loves when you play with his hair,,

like make tiny ponytails or pigtails

he looks adorable and he knows it!!

will poke you at random

he just loves the weird look he gets when he pokes you and doesn't say anything

will be like :o or laugh at most things

very curious baby

will giggle randomly after saying something

you have no idea why he does this, but it's pretty cute hearing it

Changbin

as a caregiver

i think he's not very outspoken about the care he shows as a caregiver

he'd rather be silent about any good deeds

like he'd do something for you without you realizing it and he'll just sit back and watch everything go smoothly with a smile

but with other caregivers he might share his concerns

he always thinks he can be a better caregiver, even if he's trying his best

he'd be the type to carry you in from the car if you've fallen asleep instead of waking you up

that's the best way to describe it

suddenly you wake up in your bed, last thing you remember is sitting in the car with binnie

and he won't acknowledge it if you don't do it first

he'd gladly lend his body to you if it makes you comfortable

you need a lap to sleep in? he's sitting down for you to use his immediately

you feel a bit cold? he's hugging you tight from behind to share his body heat

you're in need of something to hug? well, his arm is free and there for you to use for all your hugging needs

the second you're left alone for some reason, he'd have an itch to constantly check up on you to make sure you're alright

other caregivers might look at him and think that he's a bad caregiver because he doesn't coddle you and interact with you all the time

but the more they see him in action, the more they see that he always puts his baby's needs first, before anything else

he'd let you use his body as a tree to climb if you got too much energy

he'd also never get mad at you

if he can feel himself get irritated, he takes a breather bc he knows he can look really scary when he's mad and he never wants you to be scared, especially when you're regressed

when regressed

okay but little binnie is a jokester

he likes pulling his hyungs or caregiver(s) along with his little shenanigans without telling them anything

he's also LOUD

like very very loud

and hyper, but mostly loud

like, you'll never doubt that he's feeling small, just bc of the sheer volume this boy has

he likes hugs and skinship but gets easily flustered when that happens in front of other people he may consider his friends in headspace or people he looks up to

but he's also a little silly about it

like, as soon as someone cuddles him in any way, he'd run off, acting like it's the most outrageous thing ever

but when he turns around and sees he isn't being followed with the "threat" of more cuddles, he seeks the person who tried to cuddle him again, looking for more, secretly loving the closeness

but if he's sad or hurt you better give him hugs and cuddles STAT

he needs the tight hugs and the patting on his back with small shushes, or else he will NEVER feel good again (that's how he feels anyway)

his voice is DEFINITELY lighter when he feels small

like, he sounds so cute, no matter if he baby talks or not, just bc his voice is so light and he giggles loads :(((

he's also talking about himself in third person a lot

"can binnie have-" "changbinnie baby"

also, cute noises galore

those cute noises are mostly "da"

and he'll say them randomly and sometimes when he doesn't wanna say actual words

then it's his caregiver(s)' job to find out what the meaning behind "da!" is this time

and he's a v v scared baby, so remember to choose cartoons and movies and such carefully bc you might end up with a crying binnie or a binnie with nightmares

also, please give this boy a fidget toy

Hyunjin

as a caregiver

hyunjin,,, he's the type to baby you so much that you become very much dependent on him

changbin was the type to only fix problems when they presented themselves too much of a challenge for you?

well, hyunjin is the complete opposite

how dare there be anything in your way?

he'll fix all of your problems and then coo at you like you'd just experienced something bad

hyunjin with 1000% babytalk to you

i don't care that you may not regress young, he will babytalk you regardless

like,, the cringe way that you see those overly attached parents do to their spawn

he's also the type to have his entire focus on you

the building he's in could be burning and he wouldn't care bc you're there

...that's an exaggeration bc he'd save you from said burning building

bottom line is that he's not ever taking his eyes off you by his own free will

and if he can get away with it, he's definitely carrying you everywhere

he's also the first/only one i see being cool with being a caregiver for multiple littles

and he'll still try to give each one the same amount of attention, but he figures out at some point that it's just not possible

he'll still try though

he's the type to yell

but in fake/silly anger

"Yah!! why is my baby so adorable when asking for ice cream for dinner?! how can i say no to that when they're so cute??!! aaaahhh!!!"

he just loves his baby a lot (maybe too much) and he's not afraid to show and/or yell it to the world

when regressed

i don't know what it is about small hyunjin or why he's like this, but a big thing for him when he's little is saying small things in english

maybe it's the praise that goes along with it when he does it

maybe it's bc it's a language he's not the best at, so he feels smaller

but sometimes he'd just say some small english sentence, looking around at the people around him when he's done

he loves oversized clothing when he's small

he wants to be able to pitch his sweatshirts like a tent, that's how big he wants them

sometimes he wants them so much that if there aren't any oversized clothes for him to wear, he threatens you with not wearing clothes at all until he gets to wear a huge hoodie or something like that

he's a brat and loves teasing people but as soon as there's a chance of there being some sort of consequence for his actions, he's apologizing profusely and backtracking

either that or he's doubling down

it can be either in any given situation, you can never predict how he'll react

he's cute and he knows it, but if anybody else calls him cute he finds somewhere to hide

mostly under blankets but sometimes you'll also find him under the couch

completely flustered

he's almost always giggling

hiiiiigh giggles

cute n light

and he keeps jumping around, like a little bunny, mostly when he doesn't know what to do with himself

i feel like someone who'd be well equipped to handle him when he's small, would be minho

whether he's hyunjin's caregiver or just an uncle type, he's the one who can read hyunjin the best and deals with his antics effortlessly

Jisung

as a caregiver

physically reassuring !!!!!!

as a caregiver, he loves making sure his baby is okay by holding their hand,, placing a hand on their shoulder or back, or maybe even just hugging them

it's all to get their attention and feel him there

he does so much for his baby's sake, even if he doesn't really care for it

like, if you like a particular tv show but he doesn't, he'll go out of his way to watch it with you, just because he knows you enjoy it

he's also really good at giving praise

if he wants you to know that you did something that made him happy he'll say that ofc, but also the small things, like putting one of your toys away

"good job, baby!"

but if he's praised as a caregiver, make sure to keep an eye out for red ears, bc he's so easily flustered when the praise is for him

he may act like he's receiving it well and he's most likely like "of course, i'm the greatest caregiver of all time!" but his ears don't lie

he's silly but not in a very obvious way when he's in caregiver mode

he likes to make little jokes, inside jokes mainly, things he knows will get a laugh, to get his baby to giggle a bit and then he goes back for more cuddles

he tries to be so brave for his baby when it comes to animals, but when you're not looking, he lets out his scared expressions

he complains a bit if his baby wants to look at or touch creepy crawlers, but he will never limit your curiosity

he will usually just keep a good distance, himself

he may forget the small details sometimes

like, if you don't like peas or if you prefer your drink a special way

but he always knows things like how to make you happy, how to comfort you when you're sad

and when you know stuff like that, the little things don't matter all that much

when regressed

clumsy clumsy baby

like, if you go out with him, parks are probably the best bc then he has something soft to fall on when he stumbles

flappy hands when he's excited

now, because of his social anxiety, jisung needs extra special care when he's regressed

he needs personal grounding methods, an emergency plan for panic attacks and a list of comfort items

he also does better if he has one primary caregiver

then he knows who to go to and they'd know how to handle bad moments

a grounding method of his is probably the 54321 method

yk, list 5 things you can see around you, 4 things you can touch around you, 3 things you hear, 2 things you can smell and 1 thing you can taste

though, he does need to be guided through that, which is why a caregiver for him is a little essential

at least a babysitter

his caregiver/babysitter also has to make sure he has mobile games available or a hand console for video games

while he may not regress very young, he still needs a lot of care, equivalent to the care someone regressed younger would need

i imagine him being non-verbal if he's not somewhere he's comfortable and with people he trusts completely

so, a lot of tugging on clothes when he needs attention or tapping his cg's shoulder

very very easy to tears

bc when he's regressed, he doesn't hold anything back

it's his safe space to do so

also, pls pls pls bring his stuffie wherever you go

one he can hug when he's overwhelmed or feeling the need to self-soothe

overall happy baby unless he's in an uncomfortable environment with people he doesn't know

Felix

as a caregiver

felix is such a sensitive person

like, we all know he's a big sunshine but he's also blames himself a lot and feels guilty easily

so, he might need to be reassured a lot that he's doing a good job

otherwise he might start thinking that he's a bad caregiver and isolate himself

he'd have some idea of what to do when caring for someone younger, as he does have a little sister, but he's also the middle child, so he would probably need a bit of help

i'm thinking that, yes, he'd take care of things like making you snacks, helping you with clothes, and all the other essential things, but as more of an older brother type of caregiver than as a parental figure

his go-to thing to do with you is cuddle

cuddle while watching tv, cuddle while reading books, cuddle while getting you to sleep/waking you up, it's just his favourite way to do anything

he's also rly possessive over you, so it just works out rly well if you're constantly in his arms

if his members were to talk to you when you're regressed or baby you, even if you weren't regressed, he'd quickly bring is arms around you, pouting that you're his

one of his other fave things to do with you is 'beauty salon'

you get all kinds of creative freedom with putting nail polish and makeup on him

when you're done, sitting in anticipation, waiting for him to pick up the mirror and tell you what he thinks, he always makes sure to be 'pleasantly surprised'

he knows, of course, that it wouldn't be anywhere near the professional looks he gets in comebacks and such, but he always loves what you do

(and even if it looks absolutely terrible, he always finds at least one thing to praise)

when regressed

so, have we all seen him patting himself to self-soothe? bc i have

anxious little bean

he just wants to be comforted more than anything

he will cling onto his caregiver at any given chance, but sometimes doubt gets the best of him and he thinks that people around him hate that he's this clingy

and then he tries his best to self-soothe with touch he remembers being comforting

like wrapping his arms around himself

or, in situations where he's trying to be lowkey or feels a bit worse about himself, he pats or strokes his hair

be on the lookout for these !!!!!! bc that means that he needs a prescription of ALL THE HUGS!!!!

cuddle piles are the best

he might also try to lighten his voice bc it doesn't sound right in his ears to have such a deep voice when being 4 or so years old

just making sure that he knows he doesn't have to do it and that's he's a tiny kid regardless should do the trick

oh yeah, and remember those animal onesies that were rly popular some years ago? the rly soft and snuggly ones? (ahem i have 3 ahem)

he will practically live in one if he had the chance

even better if the one he got is of a kangaroo

bc he miss home and then he got extra pockets heheh

he's the kind to silently tuck himself into his caregiver's side

like, under the cg's arm and head tucked into a crevice, most likely the chest or neck

and, for some reason, that mostly happens in the kitchen, when the cg is cooking something

speaking of kitchen!! he loooves baking cake with his cg

it's a time where he can have a dance party while baking and maybe even have a flour fight and then end up with delicious baked goodness

and if his cg tells him he can't have cake as a snack all the time, that's okay!!

he likes fruit too when he's regressed, so give him the job of rinsing the fruit while an 'adult' cuts it, and he'll be very content with that

also, be patient with him when he's just woken up bc he's pretty dazed

Seungmin

as a caregiver

very very soft-spoken

could look like he's just a pushover bc he lets his baby get away with a lot of things

but he does have a limit

people just aren't quick to notice bc he's very soft about it

when he says "no more" he says it quietly

he doesn't need it to be broadcasted to anybody who isn't the one he's saying it to

and that's partly why his baby listens to him so well

he doesn't make a big scene about when his boundaries have been met, nor does he put you on the spot

he handles things privately and quietly

doesn't mean he isn't filled with sass that is ready to be unleashed at any moment

i don't think he'd sass his baby too much, but he'd sass his members a bit extra when you're around bc you always giggle and clap your hands at it

and maybe once in a while you'd also sass his members

the reaction from him is a bit of pride but most of all he thinks it's funny, when you haven't crossed a line

the other members can't believe how much his sassy nature has rubbed off on you though

the look at you and him in shock, mouths wide open while seungmin just smiles and shrugs

always has his camera ready for shooting some pictures of his baby

probably has a whole photo album just of his baby when they're regressed

his favourite thing is to take you to the aquarium or to the zoo

just somewhere you don't normally go

and then he gets to take pics of you being fascinated by all the things around you

when regressed

i feel like seungmin is the most independent when regressed

most times he's just in his own little world

he doesn't need a whole lot

of course, it'd be nice to not have to do things like cook for yourself, but when snacks exist and when you can buy entire meals, finished

he's old enough to work a microwave when he's regressed

so really, he doesn't need a cg

wouldn't complain if one fell into his lap though

that doesn't mean he doesn't thoroughly enjoy it when there are people around him

he loves being a little menace to his hyungs

so so so giggly!!

like, he giggles almost all the time when he's small

when he's watching tv, when he's eating, when he's running around, etc.

he doesn't treat stuffed animals all that nicely...

maybe it's because he's a little older than most of the group when they're regressed

he might, once in a while, like to cuddle with a soft stuffed animal when he's going to sleep but other than that, nah

he just pokes them in their eyes, pulls on their ears, just doing something that would make other littles gasp in horror

he's the only one where i'm pretty certain he also pet regresses

or at least likes to pretend that he's a puppy when he's regressed, i don't know but he's a tiny puppy sometimes

which means being even rougher with the stuffed animals, because if he can fit even an arm or ear of the plushie into his mouth, it's getting chewed on and roughed up

you know the way that dogs swing a toy around when they're playing?

yeah....

Jeongin

as a caregiver

if you don't care about if your stuff gets dropped or maybe ruined, go ahead and give them to jeongin

but um,, don't give him stuff that breaks easily

he's broken a few of his baby's figurines and it's rly a wonder that it happens sometimes

there's a shortage of bowls that aren't made out of plastic

so, he may be the caregiver, but you really look out for each other, since he needs a hand too

he loves singing songs to have his baby dance to them

(it's mostly gonna be trot songs, and if you complain enough; trot versions of skz's songs)

as he's not in a position to take care of anybody usually, yk with being the youngest in the group, he's not too sure in a caregiving role

he'd probably be more at ease being called a baby sitter, instead of a caregiver, as he usually just feels like he's making sure no fatal accidents happen on his watch

and that the house is relatively clean in the process

you'd think he may not be one for a lot of hugs and cuddles, but i'd say almost the opposite

idk, there's just something about being the one to take care of another person instead of being the youngest that makes him wanna cuddle his baby

not a lot but enough

like, for movies or when you ask for cuddles on nights you can't sleep

and ofc he'll hug you if you asked for it (of if you're too adorable for him to stop himself but shhh)

i think one part of being a caregiver that he rly excels at is brushing teeth

he'll be so careful when brushing his baby's teeth

he knows how to angle the toothbrush to get all the crevices from years of figuring out how to effectively brush his teeth with braces

and he knows how it can hurt if people are not careful when dealing with teeth and gums so he's super gentle

when regressed

now, not to be harsh

but he's a little shit

and he knows he's safe when he's regressed bc no one would dare hurt him when he's small

so he won't even get the usual shoulder punch he'd get when he isn't regressed

and he's about to make that fact everyone's problem

and when he knows he's on the verge of a punishment, he runs to hyunjin to save him

and he does. every. single. time

baby jeongin eats a lot and he does it quickly

you've made him a snack and turn around for a second to get some for yourself?

he's already finished and asking for more

you fear that one day he'll get an upset stomach bc of the speed of which he's eating but that day never comes

fortunately for you

if you want a little baby innie who's just cute and sweet and adorable, then you have to be there when he's just woken up

he's just soft and fuzzy there, just a tiny baby

when it's time for bed, he's also a bit quieter and lowkey

you tend to be that way after a whole day of annoying everyone around you

it's draining

but it's one of his cg's favourite time of the day

he's still a silly little boy, but he's more prone to doing what's asked of him

like, he'll be all silly, making jokes and talking back but when you ask him to raise his arms to get him in pajamas, he'll do it

the same with going to sleep

he's not a difficult one to get to go to sleep

he just needs a night light and sweet words beforehand and then he's good to go to dreamland

A/N: this took me sooo long to finish, i'm so so sorry for the wait. i love doing headcanons bc i put a lot of thought and research into it, but it's also a lot of work, especially when it's an entire group and for both the caregiving and age regressing side PHEW i hope you enjoy it though!!

also, pls don't come for me, these were just some small thoughts on how i think they might be. i'd say i don't know them well enough to come to these conclusions easily, so yeah

feedback would be awesome if you could spare a second <3

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partyanimal167 · 7 months

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The Informant- Miguel x F!Reader

I'm in a writing mood, so I need to take advantage of this before the call of my bed makes me return to my true form as a simp who stays reading about fictional men. I have no idea how far my plans for this fic go, so we shall see together. Thanks for stopping by! For the sake of this fic, let's say this is the start of the Spider Society, but Miguel is still handling things in Nueva York.

cw: fem reader, mdni, author knows some Spanish, Afro-Caribbean reader in mind

He never planned on things going this way. He just needed to be sure of things and knew that there were those who could stay neutral and be relied on.

Rumors spread quickly, and there wasn't always a way to know what was true and what was falsified. People had their sources, and whether that source was reliable or not could be a matter of life or death. Miguel had a few places to go to, but he wasn't really expecting the answers to be so within his reach.

Miguel was trying his best.

He thought that gathering a bunch of Spiders would make thing easier after realizing how complicated yet connected dimensions were. Yet, wrangling Spiders and keeping things in order was proving to be its own challenge. Nueva York was stable but not free from the villains who lurked in the shadows. As of right now, a man named Kingpin was starting up chaos in the shadows.

Miguel groaned into his coffee as he waited for a test to finish at work. He starting to rethink his life as a scientist if he needed to babysit a bunch of energetic Spiders as well. He shouldn't have been surprised though. Some of them were the only superheroes in their home-universes. It would be a miracle if they quickly adapted to being on a team and coordinating together.

An alarm went off on his phone, and Miguel was grateful that he could actually take a lunch break today. He gulped the remainder of his coffee and tidied up his station.

After discarding his lab coat, he ran down the hall to the elevator and checked his phone. A notification made him grin for once, and people questioned where he was running off to as he dashed through the lobby and out the doors.

Pat's Place sold the best Jamaican food around, and while Miguel stood firmly on his love for empanadas, he did indulge himself with beef patties every time he knew the food cart would be near his job. It saved him the trouble of going to Queens at the main restaurant. The food was amazing, but the added bonus, of course, was seeing you.

Your hair was pulled back with a bandana, and you chatted casually with the patrons when you saw a flash in the corner of your eye. You smiled to yourself as you saw Miguel straighten up his dress shirt and approached the cart as if he hadn't booked it two blocks to get his fix. You stepped away from the register and waved the man over to you--away from the line.

You reached down and pulled out a black plastic bag already filled with his typical order of two spicy beef patties, coco bread, and a cream soda. The man placed a kiss on your cheek and took the bag from your hands. "Mami, you're the best."

You chuckled and winked. "Yeah I know." You leaned forward and tucked a piece of hair behind his ear. "You missed this."

Miguel felt his face warm slightly and scratched the back of his neck. "Ah, I was in a rush."

"Mmhm. I don't know why. I always set your food aside." you commented.

"Yeah, but your grandma's gonna kill me one day if she hears I'm skipping the line. You know how she is about fairness."

You laughed and waved your hand. "I'll worry about old Miss Patricia." You stuffed your hands in your back pockets and rocked on the heels of your feet. "So what's going on in the world of Mr. Big-Time Geneticist? Girls giving you trouble as usual?"

Miguel rolled his eyes as he stuffed his patty into the bread. "Oh please. No one wants to be dealing with me. I got enough on my plate."

"Really?"

You wouldn't know the half of it. Miguel bit into his food and fought his instincts of moaning. "What about you? Miss Pat succeed in setting you up with anyone?"

"Oh jeez, I wish she'd give up. I'm this close to telling her I have a girlfriend if I didn't know she'd switch tactics."

"Are you just now telling me I don't have a chance?"

You smiled as you wiped a crumb from the corner of his cheek. "Oh papi, you always have a chance with me."

Just then, Miguel's phone rung, and he cussed to himself seeing that Peter B was calling. "Sorry, I gotta take this."

"No worries. I'm getting back to work. See you around."

Miguel half-listened as Peter went on about some weird notification popping up about some suspicious activity in the slums. He chewed on his food and let his eyes trail over to you as you continued to work--smiling at customers and giving out change. He hummed to himself.

"Hello!? Peter to Miguel! Are you listening?"

Aye cabron. "Yes, I got it. I'll go confirm some information later on tonight. It's Friday, so I'll have the time."

"Whatever you say, brother. Just be on the look out. If this Kingpin is anything like mine, then you might have some problems."

~~~

Miguel groaned as he leaned against an alley wall. He was making his nightly rounds in the slums to find his usual informers, but if they weren't locked up, then they seemed to nervous to talk...which was weird.

Miguel didn't always wear the mask, so some knew him as a nosey scientist with a knack for trouble if others didn't see Spider-Man. Either way, it never seemed to be a problem before, but Peter's warning may have been true.

Miguel flicked his watch. "Lyla, I need some assistance."

The fashionable woman popped up and stretched while yawning. "What's up? I take it I'm not searching for a lovely lady's favorite perfume?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Come on, it's Friday. I know you got your patty fix." The woman went on while filing her nails.

Miguel groaned. "No, this is not about her. Why are you even bringing this up?"

"I'm just saying bud. You could use some fun. Actually while I have you here, I found something interesting, she-"

"Lyla Lyla, not now. I need to find someone who can tell me about this Kingpin guy. My guys won't say shit, and that's not a good sign." Miguel went on.

The woman pouted before humming for a moment. "Fine. I'll do some digging, but go home. You left the lights on.

"Can't you just turn them off?"

"Yes, but you need to be more careful. Humanity narrowly escaped extinction decades ago. Do better."

...

That Saturday, Miguel found himself in a part of the ghettos that he didn't know well. He kept his guard up of course but became a little more comfortable when he heard the use of Spanish and English interchangeable with a crowd that was more brown and black than European. He memorized the directions Lyla gave him--ending up outside a shady lounge with a bodyguard that had definitely seen some bad days considering the face scars and calloused knuckles.

He watched from the shadows as people came and went sporadically. There were ledges on the adjacent building that allowed him to peer inside the upper levels. Men in suits chatted while girls paraded around in dresses and skirts. Alcohol was involved; cards scattered on the table. It looked like any old hideout and nightly business, but why did Lyla tell him to come here?

Suddenly, the back door opened, and the main floor's music drifted out. A man shook his hips to the reggaton being played while holding his hand out for a woman coming down the stairs. Black lace stilettos clicked against the stone pavement, and a young smooth hand reached out towards the man.

Aye dios mio...

Miguel could only look from his mask as you beamed at the man who pecked your cheek before striding to the end of the alley where a blacked-out SUV waited.

You stood under the dim overhead light holding your elbows before exhaling deeply.

You turned to walk out the other end of the alley but stopped with a gasp when a flash of black and red appeared in front of you.

"Holy fuck!" you held your chest before taking a moment to relax. You couldn't believe your eyes. "Spider-Man?"

What the hell was Miguel thinking? Oh right, he wasn't. He paused suspended upside down before clearing his throat. "Hello..." he trailed off awkwardly.

You blinked for a moment. "Hi...can I help you with something..."

"Actually, yes." Miguel pulled on his web, flipped upright, and landed on his feet. "Are you a...hostess here?"

You crossed your arms and raised your brow. "Are you asking me if I'm a hooker?"

"What! No! I-," Miguel paused and tried to find his bearings. He was so much better at dealing with people...though most of the time those people are strangers and not the patty-lady he has a crush on. Speaking of which, this was probably the third or fourth time he's seen you not in your work uniform. The dress was fitting you really well. He-

"Miguel! Focus!" Lyla helpfully called out.

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose and continued. "No, no. I'll be up front about this. I need some information, and I heard someone here can help me out."

You looked Spider-Man up and down before smiling--a little amused. "Hmm, if someone told you all that, how come they can't tell you what you're looking for?"

Smart girl. "It's not so simple."

You nodded while in thought before reaching into your purse and pulling out a card. You passed it. "I won't make any guarantees, but you're gonna need to find another time to chat. I don't know how many people here would be excited to see their local masked vigilante out at night."

Miguel looked down at the card then up at you. "What about you? What side are you playing in all this?" he thought about the man he saw you with earlier.

You gave him a playful smile and shrugged. "I know things. That's all. That knowledge might have a price, but secrets are too costly."

"Why is that?"

Your eyes flashed a darker emotion. "Because the truth always comes out in the end." You turned to leave.

"Uh wait," you turned to look at him, "it's late. Do you have a ride?"

You chuckled and tilted your head. "Why? Gonna swing me over to your place?"

Miguel groaned internally. You were completely one-uping him tonight. "Well your...friend left you, and it's dark. I want you to get home safe."

You took a few steps back in front of him and placed a chaste kiss on the masked cheek. "Keep fighting crime, and I'll be fine." With that, you walked down the alley's path. When you were on the sidewalk, luck was on your side, and a cab came to pick you up.

Miguel stood there dumbfounded for a moment before shooting a web up and sitting on top of a building. He pulled off his mask and pressed on his wrist. "Oi Lyla, what the hell?"

The woman rolled her eyes as she looked at her own digital phone bored. "I tried to tell you about her last night, but you so rudely interrupted me."

Miguel rubbed a hand across his face. "Okay, but what is she doing around all this? I thought she was just helping her grandma out and living a normal life."

Lyla shrugged. "Not everything is online for me to search. Everyone has secrets."

Miguel thought back to what you said about secrets and sighed to himself. He just hoped that your secrets weren't too pricey after all.

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Okay, I feel like I know where I'm going with this. I do think this is going to be more couple-centric with a good portion of action. Not sure though. I haven't written any action scenes in years.

There will be more! Thanks for reading, and I look forward to what comes next.

Part Two

#spiderman #spiderman across the spiderverse #atsv #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #fem reader #black reader #mine #partyanimal167 #prompt #atsv fanfiction #informant

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The Marks by @tllgrrl aka Nefertiri Jones

Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes/Sarah Wilson | Rated: T / SFW

Summary: “What…did you…tell the boys…about those bites, Sarah?”, he says very slowly, between each searching, searing kiss. “Tell me, please?”

It’s one thing to explain about a scar or a bruise from when you do superhero or fishing boat stuff.

It’s another thing to try to explain something like a bite…from when Mom & Dad are having their own “Playtime”.

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“James…?”

There he was, at the desk in his room up in the attic.

It’s like a study. Bookshelves filled with books, a few framed photos, and some shelves of vinyl LPs.

And there’s a wooden table with a refurbished record player on it.

A wardrobe is on the other side of the attic space, against the wall opposite the bed. There’s also a dresser, a full length mirror, a wall mirror, and a chair.

The king-sized bed is under the skylight, so he knows where he is if a nightmare wakes him.

One of Sarah’s headwraps and her kimono robe are hanging on the bed frame at the foot of the bed.

He also has a sleeping bag on the floor. Just in case.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Breakfast is almost ready…”

“Sure thing.”

He looks over his shoulder, away from the laptop and schematics on his desk, and sees the almost sheepish smile on her face. Like she’s embarrassed about something.

Something that she’s not completely embarrassed about.

“What’s…that look? OK. What happened?”

“You happened. Last night. Remember?”

“Mmmmm…sure do.”

He smiles and his eyes do a quick tour of her. She’s sexy as hell even in some oversized secondhand men’s jeans and, what he knows by its colour, an almost scandalously tight tank top she’s wearing under one of his old dress shirts that has a hole in it…from a bullet fired at him during a shootout in Madripoor where, after that mission, he half-heartedly swore to Sam he’d never return.

“It was nice.” He grins, leaning back in the chair. “Especially when you did that thing where your hips—“

“Yeah, no. This is about the thing you did.”

She was looking at the floor, then she looked up and caught his eyes.

And she smiled, then bit her lip.

Which made him put down his pen, and turn his chair around to face her.

“Sarah…if you ask me if you can give me a hypothetical, I will lock us in this room…and do things with you…breakfast, lunch, and dinner be damned.”

They both laugh.

“I was giving the boys their breakfast, and they saw these…”

She shows him the inside of her left forearm, and also where her neck meets her shoulder.

Even from where he’s sitting he can see that those are his teeth marks, upper and lower, as well as bruising.

“Cass’s mind, of course, went straight to Werewolves. AJ? Vampires.

I had to stop myself from telling them that Cass was the closest, because the White Wolf’s story isn’t mine to tell, sithandwa. It’s yours.

They asked me what happened…and…I…I told them…”

“What did you tell them, baby?”

“Well…I…” she looks away from him. “I…” She drops her head.

“Sarah?” He’s now smiling at her embarrassment. “Close the door.”

She turns, quietly closes the door…and locks it.

When she turns back to face him, he’s about 3 feet away from her.

(How…?! He was way on the other side of the room! How?!?)

“Sa-raaah…” He takes a step, picks up her left hand and pushes the already rolled sleeve up further to reveal her arm, and the obvious bite mark shaped like two crescents, surrounded by bruising, visible on her otherwise flawless deep brown skin.

He hisses and looks up into her eyes, and sees that she’s…

(She’s blushing.)

“Aw, baby.…” He kisses the bite, lightly licks it, and kisses it again. Then he runs the back of his metal hand gently over her left cheek, pulls the shirt collar away from her neck, and sees the same type of bite marks near her shoulder, these too, surrounded by bruises.

“Sarah…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, baby. I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

“I was putting their plates down, about to reach across for the syrup, and I pushed the sleeve up so it wouldn’t…and I wasn’t thinking about it until I heard Cass gasp and drop his fork.

Then AJ pointed at me and said ‘Mama, are you hurt?’ He saw just the edge of the bruise on my neck. Thank God I pulled the collar closed before he saw the whole bite and started yelling for Sam to come look—“

“Well…what did you tell them? That I’m a werewolf?” he chuckled.

He took off his shirt, unzipped his jeans, pulled them down…and there, on his left side, and on his upper right thigh, were two bite marks, and bruises that looked like they were fading as she watched.

She shakes her head, feeling herself wanting to laugh partially because she’s embarrassed at the thought of her kids seeing evidence of adult—particularly their Mom and Dad’s sexual shenanigans, and partially because her partner in said shenanigans is standing close…really close.

He pulls his pants up and puts his shirt back on.

“And so, my question remains unanswered.”

“I…told them…I…Okay…”

“Saaa-raaah”, he coos as he takes another step closer and his chest is a couple of inches away from contact with her body. “Tell me, baby.”

“James…”

“Yes…?”

“I need to go back downstairs. I have…there’s oatmeal cooking—“

“SAM?”

“Yeah, Buck?”

“CAN YOU KEEP AN EYE ON THE OATMEAL? SARAH’S IN THE BATHROOM.”

“Sure thing.”

“THANKS!

There. Now...” He closes the last inch of space between them, bends his knees a little, then pulls himself up to his full height, dragging his body against hers while pressing her back into the door, his hands flat against the wood, one down by her waist, the other up by her head.

“You…were saying?” he says softly, into her ear.

“I…told them…well, I said to them..that…” she whispered, panting.

‘You’re stalling…” he said, eyes twinkling mischievously, “but you know me. I can do this all day.”

He kisses her…and kisses her…and kisses her, his tongue rolls across her teeth and sweeps across her tongue…and he pulls her bottom lip into his mouth…

“Tell me, baby. Use your words…” he says, now also rolling his hips on her as he tries to pull the words out of her with his mouth.

She feels her focus start to telescope down to where all she is aware of is his mouth having its way with hers, and how she could easily beg him to have some mercy and please use that mouth of his on other parts of her…but…

“What…did you…tell the boys…about…those bites…Sarah?” He says very slowly, between each searching, searing kiss. “Tell me, please?”

“Ohmygod…” she says into his mouth, gasping for breath, and giggling.

“I told them…that you’d explain it to them.”

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Originally posted HERE on AO3 about 2 years ago. Happy Fic Birthday.

#sarah wilson #bucky barnes #sarahbucky #buckysarah #sarah/bucky #bucky/sarah #sarah x bucky #bucky x sarah #sarah wilson x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x sarah wilson #sarah wilson/bucky barnes #bucky barnes/sarah wilson #sarahbucky fanfiction #by tllgrrl aka nefertiri jones #fleur de louve #fanfiction #monday morning #shameless self reblog

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alright, babygirl. finally worked this out- can i request my man peter parker with a pregnant (emetophobic) reader with him comforting her and keeping her sane through the pregnancy and also how he helps with other common pregnancy issues like swollen feet and back issues and lifting heavy stuff (maybe feature something of them decorating baby's room 🥺)?

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peter taking care of pregnant!reader ✧ peter parker

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request: alright, babygirl. finally worked this out- can i request my man peter parker with a pregnant (emetophobic) reader with him comforting her and keeping her sane through the pregnancy and also how he helps with other common pregnancy issues like swollen feet and back issues and lifting heavy stuff (maybe feature something of them decorating baby's room 🥺)? - ☕ - quinns-wndrlnd

pairing: peter parker x pregnant!fem!reader

word count: 292

warnings?: pregnant!reader, fluff

peter would be the most dedicated partner when you’re pregnant. he was already a wonderful partner, but once he finds out you’re having his child, he makes sure that he takes every step to be the best father he possibly can.

peter hadn’t had the greatest of luck in the dad department. his own father passed away when he was young. then his uncle ben had passed away, too. even his mentor tony stark passed away.

but peter swore he would be the best father he could be.

he’d bought practically every parenting book he could find (or, at least, the ones that were the most highly recommended). he attended every doctor’s appointment. he ran out to get any food you were craving.

when you were suffering from bad bouts of morning sickness, he was there to hold back your hair, to rub your back.

though peter didn’t look it in the same way his fellow superheroes did, he was incredibly strong, so when your feet ached, he carried you everywhere you needed to go.

he would rub your feet and ankles when they were swollen. he would give you back massages when you would come home from work.

peter even took up cooking lessons so that you wouldn’t need to be up on your feet for very long.

and, oh, when it came time to decorate the nursery, that might have been peter’s favorite part of it all. he loved picking out the paint color, the decorations, the crib. he loved every part of it. he loved knowing that he had a future with you, that the two of you were bringing life into the world. and he couldn’t wait.

but, of course, the part he loved the most was you.

#peter parker imagine #peter parker x female reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x reader #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker x you #peter parker fic #peter parker fan fiction #peter parker fan fic #peter parker fanfic #peter parker fanfiction #starrywrites #starryevermore

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cinemaseeker · 2 years

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Let's Review: Thor Love and Thunder

*THIS REVIEW CONTAINS SOME SALTY LANGUAGE AND SPOILERS FOR THOR: LOVE AND THUNDER*

It has been said, many times by many people, that comic books and comic book movies are our new modern mythology and superheroes are the new gods and goddesses of that mythology. Well, it's very easy to make that case when the heroes of your comic book movie are literally figures from Norse and Greek mythology, such as Thor and Zeus. These gods were indeed the first superheroes, so things come full circle here, an ouroboros of inspiration that sees these classical deities donning capes and, occasionally, saving the day.

But if the opening of this movie teaches us anything, it's that the gods are still as petty and powerful as ever.

We start off Thor: Love and Thunder with, of all people, our main villain Gorr, played with equal parts brooding gloom and sadistic glee by DC defector Christian Bale, as he loses his daughter and begs for help from his god. But his pleas fall on deaf ears, leading Gorr to take up the god-killing Necrosword and become Gorr the God Butcher.

While Gorr is not exactly a top-tier Marvel villain (that title still belongs to Thanos and Killmonger), Gorr is definitely a higher tier Marvel villain that comes close, thanks in large part to this opening. It reminds us that the best villains are those that think that they're doing the right thing; they have a persuasive worldview informed by relatable pains caused by shortcomings of the world around them. They do what they do in order to take back some control and change their circumstances. And although avenging the unjust death of a loved one is not exactly new when it comes to villain or antihero motivations, we can relate to that feeling of being let down by a supposed higher power who not only refuses to help you, but flat-out tells you that your existence is pointless, that there is nothing meaningful beyond this life, and you were a fool for believing that there was in the first place. And yeah, the gods can be pricks sometimes and they do deserve to be punished and wouldn't it be nice to knock them down a peg or two? It's a very appealing notion, one that Gorr is more than happy to take advantage of.

Especially when you look at someone like Thor.

Now don't get me wrong, Thor has changed and grown a lot over the course of his movies and throughout the MCU, but even now he can still be a bit oblivious. Most of the time that's what makes him so lovable but sometimes it can ring hollow when you put him next to characters who are dealing with actual problems, as we will see with his ex-girlfriend Dr. Jane Foster, played by Natalie Portman (who FINALLY gets to have some fun in a Thor movie), and *MAJOR SPOILER COMING UP* her struggles with stage 4 cancer.

Thor's biggest personal obstacle in this movie is his own masculine insecurity, which is fitting for a guy whose sense of self-worth is measured by the size of his biceps (rumor has it that Chris Hemsworth achieved his biggest physique yet for this movie). That struggle takes many forms, ranging from getting back into shape after the events of Avengers: Endgame (because Gods forbid we have a fat Thor, am I right?) to dealing with the return of Jane, who has taken up the mantle of Mighty Thor and has assumed ownership of the reconstructed Mjölnir.

Although it's exciting to see Jane really step up and become a proper hero in her own right, her journey puts a spotlight on Marvel's ever-present problems that they still have with their female characters.

First off, Jane only gets to be powerful because she is a cruel victim of fate, getting this aggressive form of cancer out of nowhere just so she can become Mighty Thor by borrowing the tools and persona of her male counterpart in order to regain her vitality. This basically makes Jane a Smurfette figure despite her obvious strengths and her insistence on being called Mighty Thor, not Lady Thor. But her power and superhero status is achieved by essentially being a direct extension of her ex-boyfriend. Thor gets to be Thor, but Jane has to contend with being Lady Thor. Granted, this is handled fairly well in the movie and none of the characters really express any problems with this. After all, Valkyrie gets to be King of New Asgard and it's a non-issue. Between this, Florence + the Machine's song "King", and the upcoming Viola Davis flick The Woman King, it's nice to see that our mainstream media is actively trying to make the title of King a gender neutral term.

Speaking of Valkyrie, she and Jane are the real heroes here. They're the ones making battle plans and staying on task and holding their own alongside Thor.

I would even argue that Jane has better chemistry with Val than she ever did with Thor, who's too busy whining that his ex-weapon Mjölnir doesn't like him anymore while trying to appease Stormbreaker (which I have to admit is pretty hilarious).

Bottom line: Jane and Val display major BDE, or in this case BHE (Big Hammer Energy) in this movie, and for that they deserve our respect.

However they both still get viciously sidelined, albeit briefly in Jane's case, right before the climax despite proving themselves to be extremely capable warriors several times over. This turn sends the implicit message that, while women can be powerful, it's best that they're not too powerful, lest they overshadow the men.

Just look at what happened to Black Widow (fridged), Scarlet Witch (villainized), and Captain Marvel, who although not victimized in the same way as other female Avengers still earned endless vitriol for essentially being more powerful than the boys. So when it comes to female heroes in the MCU, they can either be all-powerful and lose their humanity (again, see Scarlet Witch) or have some power (but again, not too much power) before ultimately getting sidelined, sacrificed, damseled, disempowered, or killed off.

But with all that said, Jane does get her best character development in this movie and, like I said earlier, she actually gets to have some FUN here. We get to see her actively owning and enjoying her newfound power while adorably trying out different superhero catchphrases. She gets to be strong and weak in equal measure without diminishing her power, thus avoiding the trap of the tired Strong Female Character trope. She gets to be goofy, gets to figure herself out, gets to share that enthusiasm with her comrades, and gets to have an awesome bromance with Valkyrie, cementing a strong female friendship with a fellow female superhero.

She also gets to have a great story arch worthy of any hero. *MAJOR SPOILERS COMING UP* We learn that, although Mjölnir grants Jane better health, strength, and stamina, her body becomes unable to fight off the cancer whenever she's not using the hammer, and it gets worse every time she uses it. During the climax, we see her make the ultimate sacrifice by taking up Mjölnir one last time to deal the final blow against Gorr before succumbing to the cancer and dying in Thor's arms. This death feels like a cog in the Marvel machine, which sees characters come and go based on the availability of their actors. But it was nice to see that in the post-credits scene Jane is greeted by Heimdall and welcomed with open arms into the halls of Valhalla, earning the reward of a true hero. *MAJOR SPOILERS END HERE*

This movie is such a mixed bag of steps forward and steps backward when it comes to feminist representation. The female characters are both central and peripheral here, but overall it's definitely moving in the right direction and I, for one, would like to acknowledge that fact. This movie offers an abundance of hope for the next generation and it's exciting to think of all the girls and women (and others) who'll start cosplaying as Mighty Thor in droves for cons and for Halloween, having been given unspoken permission by this movie to do so.

On another note, I am happy to report that Thor: Love and Thunder has the best queer representation of any Marvel movie yet. To quote Mighty Thor, this movie really brings the rainbow. *SPOILERS COMING UP* We get verbal confirmation that Valkyrie had a girlfriend (albeit one who was unnamed and killed off and doesn't appear onscreen), thus fulfilling the studio's promise to make the character openly bisexual (while still putting out a cut of the film that can be easily censored to appease homophobic countries); plus we see her chivalrously kiss the hand of one of Zeus' handmaidens while making bedroom eyes, so that's something I guess. We learn that Korg has two dads and gets a boyfriend by the end of the movie. We get to meet Heimdall's son Axl, who tells us that he used to be called Astrid, and although it's never confirmed canonically that Axl is trans, he's definitely coded as such. Either way, I was shocked to see Thor deadnaming this kid as a joke, which, I can't believe I have to stress this, is NOT OKAY. Despite this, Axl gets to play an important part in the story, taking up a leadership role amongst the children who are kidnapped by Gorr and getting to fight alongside Thor with them in the final battle. *SPOILERS END HERE*

Marvel movies are at a critical tipping point right now, and if they hope to stay prevalent and relevant, they're going to have to start shaking things up. The Marvel formula is starting to get stale and it'll need to get thrown out and replaced with something fresher very soon, or else we'll going to start consuming something else.

This has never been more obvious than it is in Thor: Love and Thunder. The vibe for Love and Thunder, just like it was in Ragnarok, is bright and outrageous, like those spray-paintings on the sides of vans showing unicorns and sorcerers. But that painting is starting to fade around the edges. That classic brand of Marvel humor is starting to get old (i.e. those goddamn yelling goats) and has been reduced to poking fun at Disney themed parks, as we see in New Asgard (but, to be fair, it's also poking fun at New Zealand aka Middle Earth, which tracks because director Taika Waititi is from New Zealand, so he gets it). It was hilarious to see those Asgardian actors at it again, and now it makes me want to see a spin-off starring them, just so I can see what they do in their downtime outside of work.

At the end of the day, you can still rest assured that this movie will have plenty of love and thunder in equal abundance. It's still a good time, you'll still laugh at the jokes, you'll still enjoy hanging out with some of your favorite characters (we even get to see 2 out of 3 Marvel Chrises when Starlord and the Guardians of the Galaxy briefly show up in the beginning), you'll still enjoy the action scenes, the colors and visuals are still amazing (especially when our heroes get to the Shadow Realm in a sequence that's visually on par with the slo-mo flashback of the Valkyrior battle against Hela in Ragnarok), and you'll still bob your head to the soundtrack, which slaps pretty hard although the one big strike against it is the overwhelming lack of AC/DC's "Thunderstuck"; I mean COME ON people, it's fitting for both the God of Thunder AND all the Aussies in the cast. The last thing I'll say about that is if (i.e. when) they make another Thor movie, it would be really cool if it could find its way onto the soundtrack.

Either way, it's nice to see that Thor can still bring the thunder.

Thanks for reading!

My Rating: 3/5 thunderbolts

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Do you have any Kamisco headcannons? Like just general ones of how his superhero life affects them etc

I don't think I have any headcanons about how Cisco's superhero life affects them, per se, since Kamilla was immediately so understanding and supportive when she found out he was Vibe, and since he stopped being Vibe so shortly afterward. I think they both just kind of take life as it comes, and even though fighting crime isn't necessarily an everyday thing for them anymore, I think they both stay ready to step up and save the day when they're needed, whether out in the field or from behind the scenes.

I do have some just general headcanons about them though:

At some point in their life, they adopt a cat and find out it has superpowers.

One or more of their future kids is absolutely going to be named after a movie character.

Kamilla's family adores Cisco, and he feels more at home with them than he does around his own family.

Cisco's family also likes Kamilla, and they're easier to get along with later on, partially because they've just mellowed out a bit by the time they meet her, and partially because they know she's their best shot at getting grandkids.

Kamilla frequently takes candid shots of Cisco, whether he's working on an invention or stirring his coffee or reading a comic book or what have you, any time the angle and lighting are just right, and Cisco is always amazed that she manages to make such mundane everyday moments look so good, but Kamilla always insists that it's just because he's so photogenic.

Cisco has taught Kamilla how to use his Mecha-Vibe gear, just in case she ever needs to blast a burglar or something.

Cisco continues to make attachments for Kamilla's camera(s) whenever she needs them, whether it's for actual photography reasons or to help her detect something dangerous nearby.

Their future daughter is a musical genius, and Cisco and his mom both about lost it the first time they heard her play the piano.

Cisco is the one member of O.G. Team Flash to get a big church wedding (without any interruptions) AND their reception is fire.

The reason Cisco was keeping a box of his graphic tees at S.T.A.R. Labs was because there was no room for Kamilla's clothes when she moved in with him, so he cleared some space out for her. Their house in Star City has enough closet space for both of them (a big selling point).

Their post-Mirrorverse reunion went as follows: Cisco came skidding off the ice bridge without stopping, and he and Kamilla both ran into each other's arms and twirled around a bit, and, of course, did start kissing like there was no tomorrow. They completely forgot Frost was there, until they heard Caitlin cursing loudly at her for retreating into her mind and leaving her in control again, and then she asked them to at least wait until she left before they did any more of that. Cisco told her to just consider it payback for all the times he had to walk in on her and Ronnie, and then turned his attention back to Kamilla while Caitlin ran for the hills.

#The Flash #Cisco Ramon #Kamilla Hwang #Kamisco #headcanon #s7 #ask #jorah-2022

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glaze defects by thepolysyndetonaddictsupportgroup

When Matt was nine years old, he would listen to his father’s heartbeat in one ear and the sound of sirens in the other, and he would feel so alone that he might as well be the man on the goddamn moon.

Maybe that’s why it was so easy for Stick. Finished, 10k words.

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He imagines it, sometimes. Standing before the Supreme Court and arguing for his own goddamn existence. The bad scientists found him, the doctors and the government and all those people he’s awfully inconvenient for, and they say, “It’s a small sacrifice to make,” and “It’s for the public welfare,” and “He was a drain on society anyway.” They say, “Look at what he can do, at what he’s capable of, isn’t it strange if we can’t call upon his strength? He’s already sapping the strength of the rest of society, God Bless and Amen. It’s a lesser sacrifice, his freedom.”

And Matt, Matt pulls precedent out like a superhero. He cites case law and precedents and Buck v fucking Bell, and he tells the Court that they’ve learned. That they’re better. That every man has rights and dignity inherent, including Matt, and no perceived burden can take that away.

He wins, of course. He’s the next Thurgood Marshall. The decision is 9-0 and Matt walks away, freedom in hand.

The daydream ends and Matt is sitting in an apartment with mold in the ceiling and rats in the walls.

It wouldn’t go that way, of course. The court way, the part where his existence is litigated and he wins, the part where he shakes the hand of every justice on the Supreme Court. He would never make it to the courtroom steps.

A windowless van would pull up. Government agents in reflective sunglasses would step out, and isn’t it odd they’re wearing those? It’s night.

Bang. The door slams and Matt is inside.

No more Matt.

[...]

He imagined it differently. Someone finding out. Someone wanting to use him. He imagined the windowless van and government agents and grasping and screaming and pulling him away from his dad, and then a big man in a crisp suit would tell him that Matt was needed. Matt had powers and powers won wars and Matt would do that for them. Sometimes, you need a white lamb, and when the door frame safeguards the United States, what’s a little innocent blood?

And Matt, he would puff himself up, nine-and-two-fifths and so fucking smart. He’d spit in the man’s face, because that’s what a comic book hero would do. He doesn’t have a plan past that, but it certainly isn’t cooperate.

Stick says, “I’m going to make you into something great, kid.”

And Matt says, “Okay.”

So fucking smart, right?

[...]

The first time Matt realizes what Stick did, what he had turned Matt into, the things he had taken from Matt and the things Matt gave to him with open hands, he sits down on the front stoop of the church and laughs. He laughs with his back, with his lungs, deep and rumbling and rattling in his throat.

Matt had been so afraid of it for so long. Of someone finding him, finding what he could do, taking it for themselves and forcing Matt to give himself over, and the second, the second someone did--

Matt didn’t so much as protest.

He laughs harder. It’s so goddamn funny.

That’s the first time he thinks about throwing himself off someplace high.

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steppin-on-the-last-train · 2 years

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I Love You

Pairing- Kate Bishop x gn!spider!reader

Pt. 1 Pt. 2

a/n - I forgot to mention this last chapter but for this fic pretend that Peter, Kate, and reader are all the same age; like 22ish. Also, this part is just pure fluff, I promise the plot will pick up next chapter!

Word Count - 1.6k

You finally arrive at Peter’s apartment, your backpack, containing some books and various school work acting as a cover for your suit that was folded into a hidden pocket, slung over your shoulder. You always make sure to bring your it everywhere you go, even if another superhero would be in attendance.

Just in case.

You knock on the door and it opens to reveal Peter’s Aunt May standing on the other side. She smiles widely at you and gestures vaguely to a location deeper within the apartment.

“They’re in Peter’s room.” She tells you, knowing exactly who you were and why you were so eager to see the people in her nephew’s bedroom.

“Thank you Ms. Parker.” You smile at her as you step inside the apartment, the familiar atmosphere of your best friend’s home bringing you an indescribable comfort as the notion that you had missed this place just as much as your own home processed in your mind.

“How many times have I told you, May is just fine.” She laughs out in good nature, finding it sort of endearing how anxious you were, despite practically living over here throughout all of high school.

You slip off your shoes by the door before sliding across the floor on the way back to Peter’s room, calling back to the woman, “right, right of course thank you, May, I’m going to go see them now, bye thank you!”

You burst into Peter’s room seeing your three friends locked into some sort of debate. They came to an abrupt stop however, when the door had flown open; courtesy of you.

You barely have time to breath out a quick “I’m here” before the three of them come crashing into you, locking you in a group hug. As soon as they step back and reassume their positions around the room, all three of them startle you by asking the same exact question at the same exact time.

“Why were you late?”

You raise your eyebrows, wondering why this was the one question they are so eager to find the answer to. It’s not uncommon at all for you to show up late because of your side job as a vigilante, which they all knew about, and even without that you struggled to keep track of time responsibly. Then you remember the glimpse you stole of the argument they were engaged in right before you got there and wonder if it has anything to with that.

Deciding to drag this out as long as possible, you smirk and take your usual spot on the bean bag chair across the room from the bed, sliding your backpack off in the process.

“I was eating dinner with my parents and lost track of time.” You look up as all of their expressions change from eager to disappointed. You were right. Apparently they had been arguing about the reason behind your tardiness and the answer you just gave was obviously not the one any of them had been gunning for.

“I’m kidding, I was just talking to—.” Oh. So this is what they were angling towards. How did you not see this coming. Anytime they had the chance, they would tease you about your crush on Kate and you had walked right into their little game.

It was MJ leading the charge this time. “Talking to who?” She asks with a knowing smirk on her face from her spot at Peter’s desk, the boys starting to laugh from their place on the bed.

You look down dejectedly and mumble, “Kate”.

“I’m sorry who, I couldn’t hear you.” It was Ned this time.

“I was talking to Kate okay.” You groan in embarrassment as you try to force back the blush starting to redden your face.

“Yes! I knew it. Called it. In your face.” MJ whoops in triumph, apparently she had just won the ‘why was Y/N late game’.

Peter held his hands up in defense as you drag your hand across your face in a last ditch effort to shield yourself from the torment. “I thought it was because you were out patrolling”. He tells you, shrugging his shoulders with that dopey grin on his face.

“No you’re not supposed to be on their side! You have to help us Peter!” Ned pushes him playfully and everyone in the room laughs, including you this time.

You guys spend the next couple of hours catching each other up on anything and everything that had happened since you had spoken last. Or, more accurately, they all tell you about the trouble they were causing at MIT while you do your best to tell them everything that did not have to do with Kate — an incredibly hard feat considering the two of you were practically attached at the hip.

Peter was in the middle of telling you about being Spider-Man over in Boston and how it was different from Queens when your phone started to ring. And you knew exactly who it was. And so did everyone else it seemed. Uh oh.

You can’t decline her call and you can’t step out of the room to avoid your friends’ harassment so you sigh and answer it with a glare at all parties present and a finger pressed to your lips as an order to keep quiet.

“Hey Kate wha-.”

“HOLY SHIT YOU’LL NEVER GUESS WHAT HAPPENED!” She is yelling into the phone and you jerk your own away from your ear, pressing the lower volume button in hopes to save your hearing. You move to ask her about it, but before you can get a single syllable out she’s already telling you at full ‘Kate Bishop is way too excited about something’ speed.

“I met Hawkeye! That’s right. The. Hawkeye. Can you believe it? Cause I can’t. Y/N you know he’s been my idol since I was like six, I mean my entire archery and martial arts careers were inspired by him and now I’m basically working with him I’m so excited.” By the time she’s done delivering the news she’s out of breath, which leaves you time to actually respond.

Your initial reaction is to worry, if she somehow got herself into a situation that needed Clint’s intervention then she could be in danger. On the other hand, Kate was very good at exaggerating so it was entirely possible that she had just bumped into him on the street and bothered him until he signed something for her. Yea, yea! It was probably no big deal, so you keep your voice innocent, but curious.

“That’s insane Kate! Like woah. An Avenger!? No, THE Avenger. How did you meet him?”

You were also vaguely aware of the other people in the room and their closing proximity in an effort to eavesdrop on your conversation. They had kept quiet so far so you didn’t mind. And hey, maybe if they listened you could prove that you and Kate were just friends.

“It’s a long story, but okay okay I’ll tell you. So I was at that auction for rich people like I told you about, but then I went into this suspicious back room and was watching when it got attacked, I wanted to help fight the bad guys so I put on the Ronin suit that they had there, yea they were selling the Ronin suit, I thought it was weird how they got their hands on that, anyways I fought them and well it turns out it was the mafia so Clint came and helped me beat them later when they ambushed me, not that I needed the help I totally had them, and then they burned down my apartment so we’re hiding out and trying to figure out our game plan.”

Okay. So maybe not as civilian as you thought. Now is it time to worry? Yea probably.

“Kate where are you?” You were hoping that you didn’t let too much of the panic you felt at the prospect of Kate being in danger into your question.

“I can’t tell you that! I mean you know I love you, but we’re hiding in a top secret location. I would tell you, but I can’t because it’s dangerous, but I got this don’t worry, I just don’t want you to get wrapped up in this. I’ll call you later.”

“Kate wai-.” Is all you get out before the call is disconnected. You go to track her phone when you hear a chorus of ‘ooos’ from beside you.

“What?” And you honestly do not know what the meaning of this is.

“She told you she loved you!” Peter spoke first, apparently he was no longer on your side.

“Yea? I mean she meant it like in a friend way. Like how I love you guys.” You try to explain why it was a perfectly platonic love.

“Yea, but we don’t go around saying ‘I love you’ every time we call.” Of course MJ was the one to logically pick apart your excuse.

“Ughh”. You can’t think of a comeback for that so you just finish tracking her phone. You find that she’s just sitting in some apartment complex and decide that swinging there would be the most fun fastest way to get there.

“Guys I gotta go take care of something okay?” You tell/ask them as you grab your backpack and step into Peter’s closet to change into your suit.

When you step out they’re all staring at you with stupid smirks on their faces.

“That’s right, go save your girl Spider-Man.” MJ teases and Ned and Peter elbow each other with those stupid grins lighting up their faces.

“I’m not- this is actually for a real mission.” You could tell that none of them were buying it so you just open the window and start swinging to Kate’s location.

#kate bishop #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop imagine #hawkeye #hawkeye imagine #peter parker x platonic!reader #peter parker #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction

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Unbreakable Bond

(A/N): This is based on this post and this tiktok

Summary: A big age gap between Aaron's children doesn't have to mean that they are unable to form a strong bond

Warnings: Mentions of Haley's death and failed relationships

Wordcount: 1.8k

✨Masterlist✨

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His life took turns Aaron never expected. It’s not the “Oh, mh, well that was unexpected”-type of turns, I talk about the “God played Cards Against Humanity with angels and decided to make it happen for someone”-type. But looking back he would not want to change a thing.

After Haley and Beth he was convinced that God, the Universe, something out there shared the opinion that romantic love isn’t the right thing for him and Aaron accepted that fact. Even more when he and Jack went into witness protection. I mean, when you are worried about the life of your family being in danger because of a stalker, you don’t think about the beautiful neighbor, who lives next door, right? Right?

Well, without going into too much detail, Hotch did think about her and she about him and vice versa. Everything went good until Aaron received the message that the team found the stalker and that it was safe to come back. He decided to come clean to his girlfriend. They talked about the possibility of moving back to Quantico.

In the end they decided in favor of the move, the final argument was the surprising announcement of her being pregnant. Hotch wants to raise their youngest where his and Jack’s roots are located. But he decides against taking a position at the BAU, instead taking a desk job in order to be more at home. He also has the opportunity to work from home after little (Y/N) was born and continues to do so until she is old enough to go to Kindergarten. Even then he takes two days the week where he stays home. Aaron learned from his decisions and mistakes he made in the past and wants to live up to them and be a better father and husband than before.

And Hotch keeps it to this day, six years later. It’s (Y/N)’s first day of school, while Jack just graduated high school and goes off to college in a few weeks. Even though they have an age gap from twelve and a half years, their parents are sure there are no other siblings with such a strong bond.

Ever since his baby sister’s birth Jack is her biggest supporter, protector and friend. Her first word was his name, though it was more of a “ACK!”, but that’s the best nickname he ever got. As soon as (Y/N) was old enough to comprehend the concept of movies, he introduced her to Star Wars. Since then lightsaber wars out of cardboard pipes are not uncommon. Last Halloween they even dressed up as Chewbakka and Han Solo. You get three guesses on who was who.

“JACK!” (Y/N) runs into her big brother’s room with an excited expression on her face. “Daddy promised to buy me a real lightsaber after I read ten books! With lights and sounds and all! Isn’t that cool?” Jack smiles. Aaron did a similar thing with him. For a certain amount of books he got a reward they discussed beforehand. This way he felt motivated to read and improved writing and reading skills.

“This is awesome. I think that means we have to go book shopping together, what do you think?” (Y/N) is not only the cool kid that has an older brother, she is also the cool kid, whose older brother has a drivers license, a car and a part time job. She nods with big eyes, speechless, because the offer sounds like heaven to her. Getting books and one on one time with Jack after he was really busy with school for weeks? This has to be heaven.

“Ok, then you put your outside clothes on and I’ll tell Dad about our plan.” At that the little girl rushes to her room, not wanting to waste any more time. Jack makes his way down to the kitchen, where Aaron wipes the table from lunch down.

“Dad, I take (Y/N) to this bookstore in DC and we’ll probably go eat ice cream after that. Is that alright?” Hotch looks up at his son. It still feels like yesterday as he told Haley that Gideon is a big no as a baby name. Now he is all grown up and just a few weeks away from the next big chapter in his life.

“Of course, just let me get my wall-” Jack cuts him off. “No need, I want to use this as a kind of goodbye thing. At least until Thanksgiving.” Aaron knows what he means. It’s his last day before he goes off to college and just a couple more until the first classes begin. The family still hasn’t told their youngest exactly what’s going on. Else she would refuse to go to school and go on with her day, insisting on using all the time they have until Jack drives off.

Two hours later the siblings leave the bookstore, both of them having a bag in their hands. Of course Jack's heavier, but both he and the cashier assured (Y/N) that they lift the same amount of weight.

“Uncle Spence will be excited when I tell him that I read Harry Potter, he told me so many good things about it”, the girl gushes. Jack nods, indicating that he is listening. Of course they also picked books that are not that advanced. Still, no sister of his shall grow up without knowing the beauty of the wizarding world. Also, secretly he is hoping for her to turn out as nerdy as he is so they get more things to talk about. His next step is superheroes, especially the Marvel ones.

They converse until they get to an ice cream parlor and order both their usuals. “Do you think you are ready for me to tell you something important?” The older one asks after they sit down at a table. (Y/N) nods, confusion taking over her face.

“Uhm, you know how I graduated from high school? I’m done with school, but I want to get a degree, but for that I have to go to college. It’s pretty far away so I can’t come home for a few months. But I’m back home when Thanksgiving is and also for Christmas.” It doesn’t matter what Jack says, a sad frown has formed on the little one’s face. “Oh. And after Christmas, will you leave again?” He nods and explains when he is off from college and when not.

“We can always skype and write letters. How does that sound? And when you get your first phone, we can even text.” That (Y/N) lights up a bit. For her first year of school she got a stationary set and is eager to use it to this day.

“I’m going to miss you so much”, she says hugging her big brother. Jack pats her back. “I’ll miss you, too.”

The goodbye the next day is a heartfelt matter. Everybody cries, especially (Y/N). She can’t fathom a scenario where her brother isn’t there for her all the time.

The following weeks are also hard for the family. The youngest refuses to sleep alone for the first three days after Jack’s leave. She is more closed off and mainly just does her school work or reads the books he bought for her. By the time Thanksgiving is only away for another two weeks, (Y/N) has read through all of them at least two times.

Her father already ordered the lightsaber he promised her. Unfortunately shipping takes several months, so the little girl still has to wait patiently for her reward to arrive. In the meantime she works on getting the next and she is already pretty close to the comic book collection she wants.

“Sweetheart, can you set the table, please? Your Mom will be here soon from grocery shopping and she will need help getting them from the car into the house”, Hotch calls for his daughter while stirring in a pot.

The little girl nods, putting her stationary set and pens aside to do as her father asked. She is in the middle of answering her brother’s last letter, telling him that she is now the one that usually has to read aloud for the class because of her advanced skill for a first grader.

Just as she sets the last piece of silverware down the doorbell rings. “Sweetie, can you please open it? This should be your mother.” Happily (Y/N) runs up and turns the door knob. Over the last few months she hit a small growing spurt and is finally tall enough to reach it without standing on her tippy toes.

“Mo-” She nearly chokes on her own saliva. The one at the door is definitely not her mother. “JACK!” (Y/N) runs up to him and jumps onto his leg. “Hey Princess. I thought now that you read your books, we need to hold the most amazing lightsaber fight in history.” With a mischievous smile he pulls two from his back, giving one to his baby sister.

It is the most epic fight in history between an elementary schooler and a college boy. They can only be stopped by their parents announcing that it is a tie between both of them and that they have to sit down, else the food gets cold.

The following weeks mostly consist of (Y/N)’s joyous laughs and cuddling with her big brother. She even insists on him sleeping with her in her much smaller bed. On his last night before going back to college, the little girl turns to him in the middle of watching her favorite movie in the living room.

“Do you promise not to forget me when you are away? Because I alway think about you and tell my friends so much about you. I told them you are a hero, my hero, just like Daddy. They wanna meet you because of that.” Jack has to hold back tears at her statement.

“I also think of you so much. All of my friends at college are pretty jealous of me having such a sweet baby sister. Maybe one time you can visit me and I can introduce you to them.” The thought of that makes (Y/N) smile and is a little consolation to the thought of her brother leaving again.

Aaron watches the interaction going down, happy to see the strong bond between his children, despite their age gap. This is nothing like he and Sean were and that is a relief for him and the worries he had in the beginning. It is a sign that he did do some things right as a father.

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greta-van-fics · 3 years

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wine thursdays

author’s note: this accidentally became long AF fjldfsjlkd, just a fluffy smut sam neighbor au request for @hippievanfleet ♥︎ liv

taglist: @thatiloveyouso @stardustschords @greta-van-yeet @gretavanhoney @nonsensepoet

warnings: alcohol mention, s m u t (18+), unprotected sex (wear a condom pls!)

You practically kicked down the door to your home. After two steps, your bag and shoes were flung down, and after four your jacket had been peeled off and tossed aside. Six more steps and you were flopped down on the couch, groaning and rubbing your eyes. Your back cracked deliciously as you allowed yourself to luxuriate in a stretch for a moment.

“Long fuckin’ day,” you grumbled to no one in particular. Standing up again, you made your way to the kitchen, in search of some dinner. Ah, the perfect meal: that opened bottle of Merlot sitting happily in your fridge.

You snatched it up and popped the cork. As you reached towards the cabinet to pick out a wine glass, you caught sight of yourself in the mirror that hung over your stove. The mascara you’d painstakingly applied that morning was smeared into very becoming raccoon eyes.

“Cuuuuute,” you giggled, winking at yourself in the mirror. You extended your arm for the glass, but as your fingertips closed around it, it slipped and fell with a delicate shatter onto the linoleum. “Oh, of course.”

A knock on your front door made you even more frustrated. “Seriously? Not right now,” you muttered, not wanting to deal with whatever sweet old neighbor of yours had undoubtedly made cookies to share.

“I’m coming!” you said. You weaved your way around the shattered glass and towards the door. Upon opening it, you saw your way-too-hot and way-too-loud neighbor, Sam, clutching another bottle of wine.

“I sensed I was needed,” he said, wrinkling his brow like a comic book superhero. “My Spidey senses were tingling.” He stepped into your apartment before you could even open your mouth. “Long day, princess?”

Your cheeks colored furiously despite your best efforts to conceal it. “Sam, can I help you?”

You’d had a crush on him since the day he moved in and introduced himself to every single person on your floor. The boy didn’t have an enemy in the world; everyone absolutely adored him and his effervescent personality. You remembered your first meeting vividly.

“Hi! I’m Sam! Do you like wine on Thursdays? I was thinking, I need another young person to have Wine Thursdays with, like we get takeout and open a bottle of something cheap and delicious, you in?”

“.....What’s going on?”

Wine Thursdays had been a regular staple of yours for the past eight months, but this week had your head in such a whirlwind that you’d completely forgotten today was the day. The highlight of your week, the shining light at the end of the tunnel that was...Sam.

“I heard something made of glass shatter,” Sam admitted from your sitting room as he set his bottle down on the coffee table.

“Oh, yeah, a stupid wine glass fell. It’s shot.” You shrugged, trying desperately to push away the ringing echoes of “Princess” in your ears. Sam made his way into the kitchen and whistled lowly in surprise.

“Where’s your broom, mamacita?” God, if he kept this up much longer you’d be a wobbly puddle.

You entered the kitchen behind him and retrieved your broom from its hiding place next to the fridge. Before you could begin to sweep up the glass, Sam snatched it out of your hands and did it for you.

“Oh, Sammy, you don’t need to do that!” you cried. Sam shook his head, his newly-cropped hair flaring around his neck.

“After the day you’ve clearly had, this isn’t all I have to do.”

You froze. That was an innuendo, wasn’t it? But Sam made joking innuendos all the time. But this one, surely had to be—

“How do you know I had a bad day?” you croaked, embarrassed at the sound of your own voice. He stood up, carefully dumping the dustpan full of glass shards into your trash can.

He didn’t make eye contact with you as he sheepishly admitted, “Your makeup is smeared a little bit, like you were crying. So dinner’s on me tonight.”

“Oh, God.” You exhaled a shaky laugh. “It’s smeared because I rubbed my eyes when I got home! Don’t worry about me.” Just as your heart stopped racing, it also sunk a little in disappointment. So no innuendo there, then.

“I do worry about you.” Sam’s voice was low, and your eyes shot up to meet his. He was gazing at you now, his lips pressed together as if he was trying to figure out the words he needed next. “I think they might be working you to death.”

Heat was pooling between your legs at his intensity. You’d never seen him this serious, and it made your nervousness increase a few degrees. The kitchen felt incredibly small and tight, as if it was forcing the two of you together. Sam took a step towards you.

“I think you’re really beautiful,” he said bluntly, and your breath caught in your throat, “but every day I see you come home from that job, you look completely worn out. I think you need someone to take care of you.” He closed the distance between you two. Your heart was now pounding in your ears, and you were sure you would pass out or be even more mortified when this turned out to be another harmless flirtation from him.

“Do you want to relax, baby?”

Your brain barely had time to form the words before you were saying them breathlessly: “God, yes, Sammy.”

His fingers snaked and tightened around the sides of your face, pulling you into a feverish kiss. His soft, full lips fit perfectly against yours and you moaned into the kiss, making him pull you in deeper. The two of you separated only when you absolutely needed oxygen.

“Fuck, I’ve thought about this forever,” Sam said, hurriedly beginning to undo the button-down he was wearing. His eyes had gone a completely different shade of brown, darkening every second as he drank the sight of you and your kiss-swollen lips in. “Get undressed and get on the couch.”

There was no way this was actually happening, right? You must have fallen asleep when you first got home and were now having the hottest dream of your life.

You stumbled into the sitting room again and removed your shirt and pants. The thought suddenly occurred to you that Sam would be seeing your naked body, and your froze in shame.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Sam asked as he pulled his pants off his long, lean legs. He clocked your embarrassed expression and made his way over to you. “Hey, you’re a fucking angel. So fucking pretty, I have to stop myself from taking you in the hallway every time I see you.” He grabbed you and kissed your neck, making you sigh in pleasure.

“Sammy, you make me feel so good,” you murmured, any reservations melting away from your mind.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” Sam growled and threw you on the couch. With a yelp, you landed and instinctively pulled your knees up to your chest. “Oh look, baby girl knows just what to do,” he said with a cocky smile.

After he practically dove on top of you, you once more began making out, running your hands over each other’s bodies. You traced the lines of his tanned back, leaving indentations with your nails when he bit your bottom lip and pulled, then relinquished it with a satisfying smack against your teeth.

“Fuck, Sam, I’ve wanted this since the day I met you,” you breathed. Sam began moving his way down your body, planting open-mouthed kisses on every inch of you he could reach.

He finally stopped just short of your aching core, tugging your panties to one side. “Please, Sammy,” you pleaded.

“Baby?” He said, lifting his head to make sure you were looking at him. “I said I was going to take care of you. Help you relax. So I want you to scream as loud as you fucking want when I bury my face in your perfect cunt.” With that, he lowered his face and licked a stripe up you with his tongue flattened.

You realized in that moment that you had never truly screamed. The noise that left your mouth was completely foreign to you. You arched your back and scraped your fingers at Sam’s head, desperately searching for anything to grab onto. He continued to eat you out so wonderfully that you were chanting his name when you felt your orgasm hurtling towards you.

“Sam!” you gasped, pushing his head away from your legs. He sat up, and you saw his gorgeous face...covered in your slick. There was a glistening strip from his nose to his chin that made you want to spontaneously combust.

“Please fuck me, Sam,” you prayed. Sam pulled a hairband off his wrist and quickly tied back any stray locks that were flopping into his face. He then took the opportunity to lean down and press a quick kiss to your mouth. You could taste yourself and him mingled together, and it tasted like the most delicious sin you could think of. He yanked off what remained of both of your’s underwear.

“Of course, baby.” He lined himself up and thrust into you with a hiss. You immediately scrambled to claw at his back, the feeling of his thick cock stretching you making you yell out in pained pleasure. “Good?” he grunted, face buried in your neck. You nodded pathetically and smacked his back, signaling that he should start moving.

He pulled out and thrust into you again, starting up a rhythm that had his hips slapping at yours mercilessly. “Ohhhhhh fuck, angel. You feel so good,” he moaned. You had your eyes screwed shut and knew you must look ridiculous, but you couldn’t make yourself care. Sam was fucking you so relentlessly and you never wanted it to end.

Soon, though, you felt your high approaching again, and you groaned out, “Gonna cum, Sammy,” as eloquently as you were able.

Sam’s hips stuttered and his thrusts grew sloppy as you shrieked and your body came completely undone beneath him. You felt like your limbs were made of a billion, white-hot stars, and the man inside you was the only thing tethering you to Earth.

With a strangled moan, Sam pulled out of you and came all over your breasts and stomach. The sight was hot as fuck, and you indulged in it for a moment: Sam, completely fucked out and sweaty, tiny hairs plastered to his forehead, and his cum, covering your entire torso. But you could tell the exhausted man wanted nothing more than to collapse on top of you. You reached over and grabbed a towel that had been placed, by luck or by fate, who knew, on your end table and cleaned the both of you up.

Sam flopped down next to you on the couch, pulling you into him. “Wine Thursdays fucking rule.”

#can u tell im tired LOL #gvf fic #greta van fleet fic #sam kiszka #by liv

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pluckyredhead · 2 years

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Please Care About Aquaman With Me: The Nineties, Part 1

Welcome back to Aquahell! Today we are going to begin to tackle the 90s. This decade is going to take several parts to cover because there are a lot of new characters and mythology introduced and also it’s bonkerstown. But it’s also the era that has me in my “makes no damn sense...compels me, though” feels, so I’m pretty excited. Also we are getting MY BOY KORYAK. *blows him an underwater kiss*

We begin with the short-lived 1991 series, in which the most important thing established is that Atlantis has really hilarious phones:

I love this so much. Yes, they have phones. Yes, they are attached to a giant switchboard like it’s 1925. Incredible.

That guy on the phone is King Thesily, who took over when Arthur stepped down from the throne last time. He is not super stoked about how everyone in Atlantis still likes Arthur better and Arthur does whatever the fuck he wants all the time, so he makes him an ambassador to get him out of town. Arthur continues to do whatever he wants and Thesily gets even crankier about it.

Also, there are FINALLY MERPEOPLE:

SPAK!

So this series establishes that Arthur was actually only king of the city of Poseidonis; the merman is King Iqula of the other major Atlantean city, Tritonis. (They are both descended from the same people...it’s a whole thing. Do we want me to cover The Atlantis Chronicles? Maybe that’ll be a Very Special Episode.) I know Iqula seems like a bad guy here but he’s actually a good dude - aggro, but honorable and eventually a reliable ally to Arthur, not that that prevents horrible things from happening to him. Also his wife, like Arthur, is blonde, and this is the first time such a thing is referred to as THE CURSE OF KORDAX, which we will get into more later.

Also, we meet the dolphin who raised Arthur, who he considers his mom. Her name is Porm.

And...yeah, that’s about all I care about in the 1991 series. Now we enter...THE PETER DAVID ERA.

Peter David wrote a four issue miniseries called Aquaman: Time and Tide, which was followed by the 1994 ongoing, which he wrote for nearly 50 issues, plus various “extra” issues like Annuals and stuff, so he really shaped a lot of Aquaman lore for many years. I...do not love his Aquaman the way I love his Supergirl and Young Justice, but I'm sort of fascinated by it? It’s much more firmly an epic high fantasy series and not a superhero series, which is absolutely my preferred flavor of Aquaman.

So! Time and Tide. At the end of the 1991 series, Vulko gives Arthur a series of books called the Atlantis Chronicles, which are...you know, the history of Atlantis. Time and Tide shows Arthur reading them and reacting to them by remembering his own past. There is a separate seven issue series, also by Peter David, called The Atlantis Chronicles, that details that history, but like I said, that might wind up being a separate Very Special Episode of Aquasplaining.

Anyway, remember the Curse of Kordax?

Yeah, so some of the Chronicles were written by Arthur’s mother Atlanna, who claims that he was conceived not by her husband the king, but by an ancient Atlantean sorcerer named Atlan, which is why he has abilities beyond those of normal Atlanteans. Also Atlan (and thus Arthur) was descended from a blond lizard monster named Kordax. Arthur is skeptical about both of these claims.

Over the course of the series, he remembers being raised by dolphins and discovering humans, being briefly taken in by a lighthouse keeper named Arthur Curry who he considers his father and whose name he took, and finally of making his way to Alaska, where he saved an Inuit girl named Kako from a polar bear. In gratitude, her family took him in and he and Kako grew close.

Very close.

SIIIIIGH. There it is, the good old-fashioned “indigenous woman throws herself at the brave white hero” trope! Why isn’t she wearing underwear? They are OUTSIDE IN ALASKA IN WINTER. (More on the angry dude watching them in a minute.)

Afterwards, they fall asleep (IN THE SNOW!!! there’s no time for logic, we have a teenage girl of color to exploit and abuse!) and Arthur has a dream about a monster named Nuliajuk threatening him. When he wakes up, Kako has been carried a few feet away and slashed all over with something sharp, but she’s still (barely) alive. He takes her back to her home and tells her family it was Nuliajuk; her grandfather says that Arthur has brought a curse down on their family, has a heart attack, and dies. Arthur is kicked out and will not see Kako again for many more years.

Anyway, Arthur finishes reading the Chronicles and then recalls an encounter with his enemy Ocean Master, who we covered in the Silver Age episode. Orm has now been given the last name Marius and has been retconned from being Arthur’s fully human half-brother to Kako’s cousin - that’s him in the last panel above. During this flashback fight, Orm angrily accuses Arthur of stealing Kako from him, revealing that she wasn’t attacked by Nuliajuk - he did it (somehow without waking her or Arthur and without her crying out???). He also rants about how his mom was a slut because she claimed his real father was an ancient Atlantean wizard who impregnated her in a dream.

Present day Arthur suddenly puts two and two together and realizes that Orm’s mom’s description of Atlan matches his mother’s, which means that a) Atlanna was telling the truth and Arthur’s father really is an ancient wizard, and b) he and Orm are half-brothers. He is shooketh, and the miniseries ends.

Which brings us to...the 1994 ongoing! Our story begins with Arthur and Garth being lured into a trap by a new villain called Charybdis, who has also captured a woman named Dolphin. Dolphin has been around since the 60s but never interacted with the Aquafam before. She’s a human girl who was experimented on by aliens who gave her various aquatic powers. Also, she loves wearing jorts underwater, which...you know, we all make choices. Sometimes those willingly involve wet denim, I guess.

Anyway, Charybdis cackles evilly for a while, then forces Arthur’s hand into piranha-infested waters and they, um, eat it down to the bone. It’s pretty gross. Dolphin rescues Arthur by shooting Charybdis in the chest, then taking both him and Garth, who is also badly injured, back to Poseidonis.

Garth immediately develops a crush on her, which is too bad for him because Dolphin only has eyes for Arthur. (For context, Dolphin is about Garth’s age; Arthur is old enough to be her father, if he was a teen parent. Which he was. FORESHADOWING.)

We also learn that when Garth is horny, he says mortifyingly embarrassing things. This will be consistent going forward. Garth, no.

Meanwhile, Arthur replaces his missing hand with a harpoon. Everyone becomes very concerned about his mental health:

(He grew a depression beard over the Orm/Atlan revelations.)

Arthur decides he needs to find out more about his father, and that means following his only lead, which is Orm’s mother. He and Dolphin head to Alaska, and we finally meet KORYAK, MY LOVE:

KORYYYYY. This is literally the first page he appears on: shirtlessly fighting the tentacle monsters that have been ravaging their village, long hair blowing in the wind, massive bladed weapons in hand. What a 90s boy. He just needs a lot of little pouches.

Arthur and Dolphin arrive at Kako’s house, where Arthur and Koryak...don’t exactly get off on the right foot:

FUCK HIM UP, BABY.

(Yeeeah, the fact that Koryak is literally colored red is...not great. Come on, colorist.)

Kako arrives and breaks up the fight. But why is Koryak so pissed at Arthur, a man he’s never met?

BECAUSE ARTHUR’S HIS DAD. Truly he is the right level of pissed off about this, Arthur is a terrible dad.

Anyway, like Arthur, Koryak is equally comfortable breathing on land and water, and has Atlantean strength and durability. He also has some hydrokinesis, primarily the ability to fire a hard water “spear,” which is a big of a wildcard of a power since Arthur doesn’t have it. He and Arthur team up to fight some parademons and Kako turns into, uh, a fire monster and leaves forever (SIGH), so Koryak decides to go back to Poseidonis with Arthur and dolphin.

Poseidonis is thrilled by Arthur’s return because the city is experiencing some major seismic weirdness and they are freaked out. They also take a shine to Koryak. King Thesily is super threatened by all this, so while Arthur’s off doing superhero things on the surface he sends assassins after him, and meanwhile plans to take care of Koryak himself:

Thesily attacks Koryak but is crushed by a piece of falling masonry, whoops. He begs Koryak to get help and Koryak cheerfully says he plans to take his sweet time, so that Thesily will be dead before anyone else can arrive.

STONE COLD. I love it. What an asshole.

Also, Garth’s dead or something. (He’s not, but there’s a very funny fakeout for a bit.)

This post has gotten long, so I think I’ll end it here. Next up: Garth’s glow-up! Koryak ruins everything! Mera returns! Atlan! Kordax! Shit’s about to get wild, folks.

#aquaman #arthur curry #garth #aqualad #tempest #dolphin #koryak #aquasplaining

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the-hidden-pages · 3 years

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Let Me Worship You: Part 1 - Zemo x Fem!Reader

The fact that this man is the one who dragged me out of my refusing-to-write-fanfiction grave and let me post old work while working on new stuff is...Impressive. Damn you Daniel Bruhl.

Synopsis: With all the horrible things you had heard of Baron Helmut Zemo, you hadn't anticipated just how badly he wished to win you over. To a further extent, you certainly hadn't anticipated how tempting it would be to give in.

No bad NSFW this chapter - this is the lead up to the main course.

You were not an Avenger.

Unsurprising, really, given what you perceived to be your lack of talent and marketable super-heroine prowess, and so when Bucky called you up asking for a favour, you were pleasantly surprised.

You had only met Bucky on the rare occasion he let you help him, often expressing that he viewed you as a worrywart, a particularly bad day of his leading to him accusing you of trying to be his mother. He later apologized, hearing your explanation that you wanted to help in any way you could, and since you didn't have a superhero serum or fancy suit or arm, you relied on what you could - your mind and your giving nature.

He must have remembered this conversation, because he brought you with him and Sam to what appeared to be an underground parking garage.

"What're you talking about, you wanna break Zemo out of jail? Where the hell are we Buck? Have you lost your mind?!" Sam was raving as you followed behind the two men, silent as you stew over what Bucky had told you.

Babysitting duty.

You were effectively on glorified babysitting duty of an incredibly dangerous criminal.

"James..." you hesitated when he discussed this with you, how could you not? "I don't know how useful I'll be here."

"Very," he countered, his voice dull while his eyes were pleading. "Sam’s an Avenger, I have the serum. But you, you're just a person. Zemo will be less likely to hurt and immediately betray you because of that fact alone."

"He's killed people who've been in his way before. Normal people."

"He won't kill you. I'll make sure of that."

A heavy sigh escapes you as Sam and Bucky continue to bicker about the logistics of breaking Zemo out.

"I don't like how casual you're being about this, it's unnatural - and - where are we man?"

"I wouldn't mind an answer to that too," you supply, but any answer is interrupted by the sound of a door unlocking.

The three of you turn to approaching footsteps, and find no one other than Helmut Zemo striding towards you, dressed in a prison guard's uniform.

Sam responds immediately, arguing to throw him back in jail, while Bucky tries to calm him down. But you can't help but stare at the man before you as he removes the cap on his head, arms raised in an attempt to calm the men down.

"If I may" his voice rasped, but he was stopped short by Sam and Bucky in unison.

"NO!"

Zemo nodded, looking away almost sheepishly. "Apologies," came the quiet response.

If it were any other situation, you would have laughed - those two had the dynamics of a married couple and they couldn't stand each other. And for them to completely shut down the killer in front of them was...incredibly funny.

But you had a job to do.

As the boys continued to bicker, you took slow steps forward towards the man now looking you up and down, trying to place your part in all of this.

"Don't mind them," you spoke quietly, not wanting to distract Sam and Bucky, but still intending to speak with the criminal. "They're having some troubles in paradise. You must be Zemo."

His eyes take you in, a small smirk beginning to form. "So I must. May I have the pleasure of your name, Liebling?"

You offer your name hesitantly, and he repeats it back to you, as though he were sampling what it might taste like.

"Beautiful name, thank you." He turns to face the two men still arguing, not noticing your introductions. "I really think I'm invaluable..."

"Shut up..." Sam warned, before turning back to Bucky, looking between him and you.

You nod reassuringly to him - this is necessary, if the super soldiers are to be dealt with.

A sharp sigh leaves Sam. "Okay. If we do this, you don't make a move without our permission. And she is watching you every step of the way."

Bucky interjects. "And if anything happens to her, you're going to wish we left you in that cell."

Zemo nods, looking to you once again. "Fair."

You tilt your head slightly, unable to read his eyes as they examine you. You brush it off, chalking it up to him appreciating not being thrown back into a cell immediately. "Okay Zemo. Where do we start?"

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Zemo wasn't sure of what to make of you, he realized as you were on the jet to Riga.

You weren't an Avenger, you weren't a soldier, super or otherwise. You seemed to just be a person, one constantly offering her help where she could, even when it was to her own detriment.

He also took note of how rarely your help was appreciated or reciprocated.

You would offer help any moment you could, carrying supplies, offering to fetch food, simply offering and ear to listen. You were quick to attempt to smooth over Sam and Bucky's disputes, and you would play along with the role Zemo would assign you without much question - anything to help, you would say.

You were kind, he noticed as well. Smart, and shrewd, and clearly with trust issues, but you were kind and polite. You spoke with him as much as you might Sam or Bucky, you offered him your trust under the promise he would aide you find the super soldier serum. With your kindness, he thought it might be easy to manipulate you, to slip away from the group, maybe even to ask you to join him.

But there was an issue with his theory, he quickly noticed - any attempt to woo you, attract you, win you...didn't seem to work.

He hadn't been at the task long, mind you, but he had hoped you would be impressed with the jacket, the Baron title, the jet, the offer of wine. Instead, you simply seemed uncomfortable. Come Madripoor, you were happy to play the part of eye candy to escape much attention, yet when he offered you to keep the stunning dress, shoes, and jewelry ensemble you simply waved it off, claiming that you'd reimburse him if he insisted on you keeping it. You were happy to dance near him, unable to hide your laughter at his moves, yet he offered you a drink and you promptly declined, claiming it unnecessary.

Zemo's brow furrows as he observes you, awake and quietly reading as Sam and Bucky both sleep on the flight.

"What's your motive, Liebling?" he questions, and you glance up from your page.

"Don't tell me the criminal doesn't trust me," you respond wryly, turning your gaze back.

"No, I don't mean like that," he shifts, leaning forward to continue to observe the woman that was his guard. "I wonder what keeps you going. Some are motivated by riches, and dreams. Others from spite and anger. What do you want from life, my dear? What causes you to wake up in the morning?"

You pause, looking up to search his eyes to see where this question was coming from. You weren't sure what game he was playing, and you weren't sure how to answer him either. You eventually look back down to your book, a small smile playing on your lips.

"Nothing wakes me up in the morning, given I rarely get to sleep most nights."

His brows furrowed as she goes back to her pages, eager for the conversation to end. Her difficulty doesn't seem to be that he's a criminal - she's spoken plenty freely to him, she agrees to his plans...

The difficulty, he begins to realize with a smile. Maybe he's beginning to see what the difficulty is after all.

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You weren't sure what to make of Zemo, you think as you lie awake at night in the Riga safe house.

This criminal coming out of nowhere, apparently being rich as hell, so far doing nothing to cause you to believe he would betray you (yes, Sam and Bucky were shocked by his killing of Nagel, but really? You weren't shocked) ...but what shocked you the most was how badly he seemed to want to win you over.

You could justify it, sure. You're supposed to be his guard, he's likely trying to get you to let your guard down so he can escape. Yet when he's so charismatic, the way he holds himself, that voice...

Your eyes snap open sharply.

You were attracted to Zemo.

The man you're meant to be watching.

No, you told yourself. You're just lonely, and he's the first man offering you attention in a long time. It doesn't matter that his eyes examining you makes you blush, that you want to run your fingers through his hair, that a quiet voice your head wished that he would kiss you when he pulled you aside with one arm, other hand aiming at a pipe in Madripoor to blow up some poor saps...

It's the heat of the situation, you told yourself. Your options are Sam, Bucky, and Zemo...

Trust you to pick the worst option.

But how could you not, your mind whispers. When he danced like a goofball in a club your heart warmed. When he sat, filled with confidence and righteousness in the jet, legs splayed enough that you could perch on your knees in front of him, worship him, pleasure him. When he left the bathroom this morning in that damned robe, the deep V drawing your eyes down his chest before you could help himself.

You groaned. Of all the thoughts to keep you awake, why did it have to be your assignment on your mind?

It was too hot, your mind was swimming, you knew sleep wouldn't come soon.

And so, you stood, wrapping your arms around your book and padding downstairs in a loose t-shirt and shorts. Zemo had said that you were welcome to whatever resided within the safe house, and you were ready to take up his offer and steal a cup of tea.

You weren't expecting to find anyone else still awake. And yet, you weren't fully surprised to find Zemo sitting in the kitchen, bottle of whiskey at his side, a glass in his hand. He looks up at the sound of your footsteps, a soft smile on his face.

"Good evening, Liebling."

"Zemo. Can't sleep?"

"Unfortunately, not." He leans backwards slightly, examining you. "Another sleepless night for you as well."

"So it would seem."

You take a seat across the counter from him, not wanting to sit too closely to the man you were just fantasizing about. You were good at keeping a straight face, but you wondered if you got too close if he'd somehow be able to smell it on you.

He pushed his bottle forward, cocking an eyebrow at you.

"Drink?"

Your finger caresses the binding of your book as you hesitate to find the words.

"Actually, I had come down to make myself a cup of tea, if you don't mind."

Zemo's eyes lit up slightly, and he stood, motioning for you to stay where you were. "Allow me."

"You don't have to-" you begin to protest, but he's quick to cut you off.

"Please, Liebling, let me spoil you."

The heat that washes over you is clearly visible, if his chuckle is any indicator.

Silence falls and you quietly open your book as Zemo busies himself over the tea. In mere minutes a steeping mug is delicately placed in front of you. You smile graciously and nod, though you falter slightly as he doesn't return to the other end of the counter - rather, sitting on a stool right beside you, inquisitive eyes not leaving your face.

"Can I help you with something, Baron?" you question, taking the tea and blowing on it to cool it down somewhat. His eyes follow your movements, before travelling to meet yours again.

You could drown in those eyes -

"Day after day you offer your help, sarcastically or not," he begins, leaning forward slightly as he rests his chin on his hand, examining you. "Who offers help to the helper?"

You take a sip of your tea, tilting you head. "I don't know what you mean."

"Your refusal of my gifts, your reluctance to let me even make you a cup of tea - at first I wondered if it was in distrust of me, Liebling -"

"Well, you have killed people."

He quirks an eyebrow, and you motion for him to finish.

"I realize now it's because you're uncomfortable being cared for. You spend so much time looking after everyone else, you give no one the opportunity to worship you as you deserve."

You choked a bit on your tea at that.

"I don't know that I deserve to be worshiped, I just...exist. And do what I can to help others."

Zemo leaned forward further, slowly, so as to not push you away in result. "We haven't been acquainted for long, my dear, but from all I've seen from you with Sam, with James, and with an undeserving man such as myself...the strength in your soul and the empathy in your heart...It alone rises you so far above the men and women placed on pedestals because of their supernatural abilities."

You lean forward to match, but your eyes have steeled over. "Your sweet words won't make me let you go, Zemo. I won't betray Sam and Bucky."

He didn't miss a beat. "I should be so lucky to be held captive by you for eternity, Liebling. I don't ask you to betray your friends on my behalf."

"Then what do you want from me, exactly?"

You should be very afraid. The man who singlehandedly tore apart the Avengers is staring at you as if you were a last meal, his knees touching yours, his hand finding its way to lightly perch on your arm.

You should be afraid.

Yet despite your better judgement, you aren't.

"I want you to tell me every one of your desires, so I might fulfill them. I want to see you stand tall in the finest clothes money can buy, to whisk you away to Paris, Vienna, Rome, every beautiful local this world has to offer, local that pale in comparison to the beauty in front of me. I want you to let me bring you tea, wine, food, chocolates, and anything else that might please you. I want you to relax against me, to feel the tension you've had all mission to wash away in the most luxurious bath of your life, while I wash your beautiful hair, while I taste every inch of you."

His voice had dropped to nearly a whisper, and you couldn't stop yourself from leaning forward more to hang off his every word. "I'm not a stupid man. I know it's only a matter of time before I'm back in a prison cell of some kind. And even if I weren't, you may not believe the sincerity of my words. But tonight, little bird, I want you to let me worship you."

Your eyes fluttered as his hand reached forward to cup your cheek, thumb caressing over your bottom lip. You had the strength to look him dead in the eye with one final warning.

"If this is a trick of any kind, Zemo, I won't hesitate to let Bucky rip you to shreds."

The laughter that leaves him fans over your face, drawing your eyes to his lips.

"I'd expect nothing less, Liebling."

His eyes still search your face. A gentleman, you realize. He's waiting for permission.

You lean forward to close the gap, slowly letting your mouth brush over his, tasting him for the first time, as your hand raises to card through the locks of hair in his face. Your body thrums with anticipation of what's to come, with the anxiety that this may be a dangerous move, with pure, undiluted arousal from his words.

Yet you break away gently, both hands cupping his face now as he looks at you, curious as to why you stopped, pleased that his initial seduction worked.

Your hands slowly travel down to his own, and you stand, backing towards the way you came when you first gave up on sleep for the night.

"Come on then. You want to show me what being spoiled is like?"

A grin curls its way onto his face as he spins you in his arms, twirling you so that your back is against his front, his arms around you, his breath hot in your ear.

"Little bird, I'll give you everything you crave and more."

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oreosmilkshakes · 3 years

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Not All Roses have Thorns

Summary: The Winter Soldier meets the local florist. What could go wrong?

Pairing: Female Reader x FATWS!Bucky Barnes

Word count: 1.6K

Warnings: None, just pure fluff

A/N: Well, this is my new fanfic blog after a big revamp. This is my first fanfic too! Do comment on how it is! Beta’d by the amazing @thebestdecoder

“Thank you, Mrs. Zhang. And don’t forget to water those orchids every once a week!” Y/N smiled kindly at the elderly woman, waving at her as she left your store. Another ordinary day for Brooklyn’s sweetest florist. Y/N hummed to herself and picked up a water spray, tending to the yellow Begonia situated in front of the large display window of her little store.

Y/N loved everything about her store. The arrangement of flowers indicated how passionate she was in caring for them and each morning, the perfect amount of sunlight would shine down on the row of flowers. It always made Y/N smile, the morning glow never failed to lift Y/N’s morning blues. She continued humming to herself, in her own little world until the familiar bunch of bells chimed. Y/N was too deep into her little world to realize she had a customer. She swayed to the tune, moving on to the Carnations.

Bucky Barnes didn't think he would ever need to step into a flower shop, ever, but here he was, searching for a bouquet for his newest date. This was his first successful online date, and he was not going to mess it up by arriving empty-handed, especially after Yori commented about 'upping his game'. Bucky didn't even know why he bothered going on dates like this. They usually end after one date, which didn't surprise Bucky. The man was practically an awkward mess, but despite all that, he still has his charms. Bucky's eyes fell on the swaying figure, amusement grew in his chest. He cleared his throat, attempting to catch Y/N's attention.

And it worked.

Y/N jumped in shock from the noise behind her, turning around. Cerulean eyes met with chocolate ones. Y/N mentally smacked herself for not noticing she had a customer earlier. "Good morning! I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in. I was…," Y/N laughed nervously, gesturing to her flowers with red cheeks. Bucky kindly waved her off. "It's alright. I saw you were busy and chose to wait," He approached the Tulips arrangements. "These are beautiful," Bucky murmured, leaning in to closely examine the flowers.

Meanwhile, Y/N was drooling over her new customer. He was tall, his hair was short and stubble covered his sharp jaw. Holy Daffodils, who is this man? Her eyes fell onto his gloved hands. It was spring and Y/N was sure gloves weren't used during this time of the season but oh well, she wasn't the one to judge. "Oh, those are Red Tulips. I arranged them myself," Y/N smiled to herself, setting down the water spray, and approached Bucky. The closer she got to the Adonis, the more she realized how attractive the man is. Y/N forced herself to snap out of her little imagination and cleared her throat.

"Did you know Tulips symbolize love and the arrival of spring?"

Bucky hummed, turning to face Y/N with a small smile. "Is that so? I'll take a bouquet," Y/N smiled her brightest smile. "Of course, mister. Let me get them for you!"

Bucky has never met a woman this cheery about flowers before, especially one that was adorable as Y/N. His eyes fixated on her figure as Y/N got to work on the bouquet.

For once, Bucky feels peace among the flowers and the beautiful florist. He approached the Sunflowers, leaning down to take a whiff of it. He glanced over his shoulder, watching Y/N work.

"I'm Bucky," He blurted. Y/N turned to Bucky with a smile. "I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you. Here, I'm almost done with your bouquet," Y/N gathered the Tulips and brought them over to wrap them up into a bouquet. "So... If you don't mind me asking... Who's the lucky lady?" Y/N looked up at Bucky. Bucky slipped his hands into his jean pockets, walking over to the florist. "Just some date I found online. A friend advised me to 'up my game'," Y/N laughed at Bucky's words. "Is that so?" Bucky hummed in response, leaning a hip against the counter.

"One final touch and… Done!" Y/N tied the ribbon around the stem of the bouquet before handing it over to Bucky. "That'll be $40 but for you, 25,"

"Y/N, you know I can't do that," Bucky placed a full payment and made his way to the entrance. Y/N's heart fluttered at Bucky's gesture, her cheeks growing red once again.

"Thank you, Bucky. I hope your date goes well,"

Bucky turned, eyes meeting with Y/N's. "I hope so too, doll,"

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Since that fateful day, Y/N has never stopped thinking about the tall hunk of meat that stepped into her little flower shop. She wondered every day what he was up to and hoped that each chime of the bell hanging from the door, it was him that entered her little shop. However, none of them were him and Y/N grew a little sadder each day.

It was a day like any other. Y/N was seated behind the counter, chin resting on her palm with her glasses on her nose and book in her free hand. The familiar chime of the bell pulled Y/N's attention away from her book to the door.

"Welc-Bucky?" Y/N could have sworn her heart skipped a beat at the sight of the handsome man. It had been a week since he bought a bouquet from her. Y/N wondered how his date went.

Bucky's lips spread into a grin. "Hey, Y/N. How's it going?" Y/N inhaled deeply. "Good! I've been good! Keeping my flowers company and all that. How was your date?"

Now it was Bucky's turn to inhale. "It went alright. She loved the flowers, by the way, so thank you. But she said it was going to be a one-time thing," Bucky shrugged, approaching the cashier and leaned on it.

Y/N looked at the Super Soldier with a pitiful expression. "I'm sorry, Bucky. But hey! I'm glad she enjoyed the flowers at least," She chuckled softly, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Y/N's eyes drifted away but when it met with Bucky's again, she immediately took notice that he was staring at her.

Bucky cleared his throat, looking away. Damn, he got caught staring.

"So, how-," The Super Soldier got cut off by the bell. Y/N perked up, greeting her customers with a smile. "I'm sorry, Bucky, I have to attend to them,"

"No problem, doll. I gotta go," Bucky smiled, waving to Y/N once before leaving.

Y/N was a little disappointed Bucky didn't stay but he seemed like a busy man anyway.

Ever since Bucky's second visit, the man never stopped coming back every day to have a chat with Y/N. Of course, Bucky couldn't exactly tell Y/N a lot about him considering his dark past. He didn't need to tell. Y/N's curious nature got the best of her.

On Bucky's fifth visit to the flower shop, Y/N finally decided to ask the big question. "Bucky, what's with the gloves? Why do you wear them each time? It's Spring, you know?" Y/N laughed slightly. Bucky tensed a little from the question. He could lie about it like how he does each time but Bucky trusted Y/N. He liked her.

Bucky sighed softly and moved to say something when Y/N cut him off, moving to stand in front of the man.

"Oh, you don't have to tell me.."

"No, no. I'll tell you," Bucky pinched his left glove and pulled it out.

Y/N's eyes widened in shock, jaws slacked. The metal shone brightly under the afternoon sun.

"Bucky..," Y/N reached forward, taking his Vibranium hand in hers. The metal was cool against Y/N's fingers.

"What happened?"

Bucky hesitated a little but eventually spilled what happened to his arm and of course, leaving out the time when he's all Winter Soldier.

Turns out, Y/N found out Bucky was one of them superheros. The big smile never left her lips as she moved to hug the Super Soldier. "Thank you for telling me..," Y/N's arms tightened around Bucky's neck in the tight hug. Bucky leaned into the hug, his hands held Y/N's waist in a soft grip. Now that the cat was out of the bag, Bucky decided that his next course of action would be appropriate.

The Super Soldier pulled away slightly from the hug. "Doll, I was wondering if you'd like to have some coffee with me,"

Y/N blushed, looking up at the clock on the wall. "Well, I'd love that, Bucky. In fact, lunch is right now," Y/N pulled away from the hug, removing her apron, and grabbed her keys and jacket.

As soon as Y/N stepped out that door with Bucky, both knew that this was the start of something beautiful. Bucky had found his anchor of peace in the form of the local florist.

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Bonus:

Sam peered over Bucky's shoulder, reading the texts Bucky was sending quickly to this 'Y/N'.

"Damn, Bucky. I didn't know you had it in you,"

Bucky sighed, turning his phone off and turned to Sam.

"Who is she?" Sam crossed his arms, a smirk on his lips.

"My girlfriend, okay? Now, focus on the mission,"

Sam laughed lightly and Bucky knew he'd never hear the end of this.

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Accidental Crime Boss Marinette

Okay so,, I have this AU in my head, right? (not surprised) and I’m lacking any real direction for it (still not surprised) but it basically goes like this:

Marinette moves to Gotham.

She’s drawn there for whatever reason and the kwami are saying something about balance and being a Guardian and her sacred duty and something but Marinette isn’t really listening. She’s too busy trying to find a shop front where she can open a bakery without having to worry about getting mugged every time she steps outside.

Chloé comes with her, obviously, because they’re friends and Chloé has a business degree she puts to good use actually running Mari’s bakery and online boutique while Mari gets to bake and fuck around basically. Adrien, Luka and Kagami are not there, but that’s mostly because they travel too much to settle down and keeping an empty apartment in Gotham is just asking for trouble.

Kagami is a world-renowned fencer and Luka travels the world for his music company. Not touring, but soaking up cultures and ways of life so he can make soundtracks to movies and tv shows. Providing the background and life to a film is more his style than touring the world ala his father, Jagged Stone.

Adrien is having the time of his life being Kagami’s trophy husband. He has no pressing responsibilities he doesn’t take on for himself and he gets to fuck with the world’s elite with little to no consequences. He spends most of his days donating far too much money to charities and orphanages and then causing minor scandals that land him on the cover of magazines.

He has much the same kind of ‘dumbass with a heart of gold’ persona to the media as Bruce Wayne does, only without the playboy bits.

(There is a wall in the back of the bakery, where Chloé and Mari carefully cut out and frame every headline and ridiculous picture Adrien has. He is very much delighted when he learns about his ‘wall of fame’.)

Anyway, Marinette finds herself with a bakery not overly far from crime alley, much to Chloé’s chagrin.

(“What do you mean it ‘just felt right’?! I swear to kwami, DC, you’re going to get us robbed and sold into slavery.”)

They do not get sold into salvery.

In fact, despite their less than stellar choice of locale, they do pretty well for themselves. The only problems they have (according to Chloé) is the army of children Marinette accidentally attracted.

When asked, Marinette tells everyone that it was an accident. Meanwhile, Chloé, standing behind her, will shake her head and insist there was literally never any other option for them the moment that first kid came in looking to nab some cash and a few pastries.

Mari lives by the phrases, ‘kindness breeds more kindness’ and ‘do unto others’ and all that other nice person shit. Chloé just lets Mari pseudo-adopt her strays and makes sure that they don’t steal anything too important in the time it takes her to gain their loyalty.

The kwami stay staunchly out of any arguments involving the kids (and eventually the homeless all along their street and every working girl in a five-block radius). They do so with a special brand of amusement that never means good things for either of them. (After all, the last time the kwami looked that amused, they moved to Gotham.)

The first kid is named Serrure, as Marinette comes to learn over the next month after he returns again and again, getting closer and closer like a feral cat. Other kids come during that time, all of them too small and too thin and too guarded for Mari's tastes. She wants to wrap them all up and tuck them into bed but she can’t. She has to be patient, has to be gentle. These kids are just as likely to bite her hand as they are to accept help.

Serrure becomes an almost permanent fixture at the bakery after that first month. Mari’s not quite sure what she did to get through to him, but she did, she supposes. He can’t be much older than eleven and looks nine, but after getting settled, she and Chloé discover this little slip of a boy is just as mischievous as Trixx and has all the dramatics of their favorite black cat.

The kwami, when talking about him, only refer to Serrure as Loki, even after Marinette scolds them for it. She eventually gives up trying to correct them, it’s not like Serrure talks to them anyway(yet)((that she knows of)).

There’s an apartment above the bakery, which is where Chloé and Mari and all her strays that grow to trust her enough live. It’s three bedrooms, and at first, Mari just buys as many bunk beds as she can fit into the spare room and calls it a day. The kids feel safe in her home, which isn’t too surprising. Everyone thinks the bakery feels safe, feels like home or comfort or whatever else eases their minds.

And Marinette should hopes so. She certainly put enough time and effort and magic and energy into the wards around this place for that to happen. To protect her and the children and all her strays that no one else will help.

But, she eventually amasses too many kids to fit into the one room. Chloé throws a fit about having to share with Mari again—“I had enough of that in university thank you very much”—but she relinquishes easily enough.

Mari buys more bunk beds, and Serrure has taken to sneaking into her room to curl up in her bed anyway, and sometimes the smaller kids who have nightmares will come in and pile on as well.

(There are only a few that Chloé will allow to do the same with her. It is considered a high honor and breeds a playful kind of jealousy that Chloé finds amusing. Mari scolds her for pitting the kids against each other.)

That only lasts them another two months.

“This is getting ridiculous,” Chloé tells her one day before the kids wake up. Mari is at the stove, cooking and baking for a small army while Chloé balances the books. “There’s not enough room for us all, DC, and the only reason someone hasn’t come barrelling down on us about the abundance of children is by the grace of your absurd amount of luck.”

“Well I can’t just kick them out, Queenie! What do you want from me?”

“Either we need to buy more real estate in this city—which I’d rather not do—or you open up the grimoire and start building pocket dimensions. I know you can. I’ve read the chapter.”

Marinette looks at her. “That is such a bad idea.”

They do the idea.

And then Mari adds about a thousand more wards to the bakery, carved into the wood and counter and anything that’s a permanent fixture. Doorways become particularly ward heavy, what with them being the entrances and exits to the hidden realms and children’s’ rooms.

The apartment above the bakery isn’t quite infinite but it gets pretty damn close some days.

This also means, of course, that all the kids definitely know about magic now. Some of them—Serrure—have known about it for a while she knows, but it’s different now. The kwami followed her around most of the time and she doesn’t keep them trapped in the Miracle Box like Fu did, but now that the kids know, they don’t bother staying hidden.

The children, at least, love them and the kwami adore them with all the ferocity a god can give. After Chloé gets over her ‘ew children’ phase, she throws herself into their education (on top of actually running the businesses Mari keeps, mind you). She has the help of the kwami, who act as personal tutors to the children, and it’s not long before the kids start to joke about her being the Principal.

(Some tried to call her Warden, but that joke didn’t last long.)

Marinette has also been telling the kids bedtime stories ever since this started. Old stories of the Guardian and Chosens who fought back the darkness, she shares all she knows of the Orders history with these kids and it’s not until Wayzz points it out to her does she realize what she’s doing.

“Ladybugs are known for renewal. It is no surprise that you are rebuilding what was lost.”

Rebuilding the Order using children was certainly not her intention but, well. She supposes there’s no place safer for her kids than what is shaping up to be the new Miracle Temple. It’s the only haven where they can learn to harness their Gifts and powers, it’s the only place where they can be surrounded by others like them without being thrust into superhero-dom.

Context: about a month into this whole circus, Marinette had realized there was a significant—almost all of them really—amount of metas and Gifted in her little hoard of strays. Which is… odd. Especially with how few metas there are in Gotham.

She had asked the kwami about it, and they have that amused look again. “You are their guardian.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re their guardian. True, you are the Guardian of us, of the ancient ways, but you are a guardian at your soul too. You protect what is yours, and they are yours whether you realise it or not. The children can sense that, so they flock to you.”

And, huh. She supposes that makes sense but that’s also really kind of strange and weird and she doesn't want to think about that anymore actually.

So things are… fine, Marinette supposes. The bakery is doing well, and she has about two dozen-plus helpers running around underfoot to help tend to the customers or run to the store or help in the back with the baking. And every kid of hers has new clothes, their street things thrown out for being too ragged and replaced with something fresh made by Marinette’s own hands.

She embroiders little fairy wings into the clothes normally, because that’s what her cloaked wards look like most times and the kids like it and its technically the logo for the bakery and there’s a million reasons she does it.

It is, perhaps, her first mistake.

(“It was certainly not your first,” Chloé will snark one dayin the future.)

Because now Marinette has an army of magical children learning to wield their powers and not fear them and they’re all wearing what can be considered her insignia and uh oh, it looks a lot like Mari is some sort of up and coming mob boss who uses kids and prostitutes and the homeless as runners. People on the street start calling her the Pixie, start referring to Chloé—her second in all things just as Chat had been her equal—as Wasp, as Yellowjacket, as the Unseelie.

(They cannot seem to pick a name for her, but Pixie is all but engraved in stone. Mari is not sure who coined it, and she doesn't think she wants to know.)

The first time the whole situation is brought to her attention, she punches the idiot who dared even imply such a thing so hard she knocks him out.

Because look. The kids are hers right? And she watches out for the people near her, makes sure the working girls are treated as well as they can be and offers the homeless extra food and a dry place to wait out the storm. She offers her hand and gives them all a place to rest, to eat, to exist without expectations or consequences.

She does that because she’s kind, because it hurts her to see people in need, to see them suffer, not because she’s hoping to gain something from it.

The fact that most of them repay her in gossip or information or bend her ear about the newest goings on in the corrupt elite or filthy underworld is strange, yes, but it’s nice to know what’s going on in the city, she supposes. And one time, Kathy, who works on the corner of Brookes and Gilmore, warned her of a drug raid that saved her an unnecessary trip to the police station so it’s not like it doesn't have it’s uses.

But mostly, Mari doesn't really think about all the information that’s unintentionally or otherwise passed onto her. She remembers it all, because it’s rude not to listen when people talk to her, but nothing comes of normally.

Not until Serrure—now twelve and well versed in the magic of illusions and glamors and knows almost as much about this city as her or the Bats—bursts into the bakery one day and grabs Mari away from the front counter right in the middle of a customer ordering. She should, perhaps, be a little angry at that but Tony, one of the older boys and just shy of sixteen, steps into her place almost immediately, so.

And then Serrure speaks and everything is pushed aside in favour of the next words to fall from his lips.

“Someone took Sophie,” he says and she nearly sees red.

After Serrure, Sophie has been here the longest. She is the youngest of them all, only seven, but oh so clever and kind and while she looks nothing like her, everyone calls her Mini-Mari. If Serrure is her beloved first son, Sophie is her treasured daughter.

She’s out the door in the next moment, storming her way to their base. She has Sophie and a handful of extra kids back by sunset, a little frightened, but no worse for wear. She doesn’t make a big deal out of it, besides making sure that the idiots who dared cross her never do so again, but word gets out.

Soon, her kids and teens and adults begin giving her more than just information, they begin giving her problems. Ones she’s meant to fix because she’s Pixie. She’s safety, she’s protection, she’s the one the people start to turn to for help.

And enter stage left, one Jason Todd who’s all snark and charm and smiles wrapped up in a nice leather bow and tall enough that Mari likely could climb him like a tree. If that was something she wanted, she guesses.

(She wants. She just won’t admit.)

He becomes a regular at the bakery and befriends most of her kids.

Mari’s wary when he first takes an interest in them. They’ve been hurt and a lot of them are still adjusting to being safe and it doesn't matter that this man is hot enough to burn, if he steps even a toe out of line with her kids she’ll make him wish he was never even born.

But, she stops worrying eventually. The kwami like him well enough, but seem to think something’s odd about him—but its Gotham, who isn’t strange?—and both Serrure and Sophie take to him like ducks to water and they’re both good judges of character.

There’s a certain intuition they both have that reminds Marinette just a bit too much about herself and pure magic. Not for the first time does she wonder if they got such strong magic from their parents or if it cropped up in them randomly, fostered by fortune and chance and the magic that’s so deeply seeped into the bones of her bakery it’ll be here long after she’s gone.

And, okay, so she was a little right to be wary because Jason was mostly there to investigate her. Far too many people respect her and are loyal to her and she has a veritable orphanage in her pocket and also Harley and Ivy like her and it just- it doesn’t look good right?

But Jason’s a good detective and it doesn't take him long at all to see that Mari is just as sweet and kind and loving as she appears to be. Not long after that, Red Hood declares Pixie and all of hers, under his protection. She, of course, is more than capable of taking care of her and hers, and the underworld knows this, has seen it, but he does it anyway.

The news, of course, gets back to Mari and she is… confused. Why would the Red Hood do something like that? She’s heard talk of him being sweet on kids, but to claim her? They’ve never even met.

Bonus points for Jason being there when she’s told about it. He kind of raises his eyebrow at her because, huh, that was fast, and then spends the next few minutes talking up the Red Hood to her much to her utter bafflement.

He actually keeps doing that too, talking up the Red Hood. Mari thinks he has a crush on the man for the longest time because of it. Until he reveals he is Red Hood, then she just wants to punch his stupidly handsome face for being such an idiot.

Shit happens from there and things go down and the two spend a couple of months dancing around each other and intentionally and unintentionally ruling the criminal underworld and at one point Marinette definitely punches Bruce and Batman in the face—separately, much to Jason’s unending joy—and she also definitely adopts Duke/Signal as well because that poor boy needs to know he’s not alone.

And it’s just them being domestic and badass and lowkey raising an army of children and falling in love while the kwami and the kids and Chloé are all in the background just yelling at them to get together already!

Which, they do. Eventually. After all the secrets come out and Jason knows about the magic and Order and meets Mari’s other friends, ie Kagami, Luka and Adrien who are all intimidating for wildly different reasons. And Mari finds out that Jason died and came back (which earns him the nickname firebird btw) and that he was a Robin once upon a time but is now Red Hood and oh my kwami it all makes sense now.

Jason confesses like three times via classic Victorian romance novel quotes because he’s a fucking literature nerd but it’s not until he basically spells it out for Mari does she really understand. it’s all very sweet and heartwarming and then the pair duck into one of the empty pocket dimensions they have lying around and aren’t seen for three days.

(No one really goes to look for them tbh)

Chloé definitely teases them about early honeymoons and things but besides the two being even more ridiculously lovey-dovey than usual, life goes back to normal. Or as normal as it gets for them.

And they all live happily ever after the end.

#maribat #jasonette #my typewriter #batfam #crime boss mari #miraculous ladybug #dc #mlb x dc #i was possessed by the need to write this all down #i have so many random ass moments from this au #just scenes taht barely fit together #zero coherency #let me know if yall want that ig #?

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