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allthebestnamesweretaken · 22 days

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Some noteworthy quotes from the few episodes Josephine had taken over Clarkes body:

“You don’t get it. If Bellamy knows that Clarke is dead then all of this is for nothing. You may as well just kill us all now” - Murphy to Josephine

“The people you care about are in trouble. I guess you just care about her more” - Josephine to Bellamy

“I’m not losing her again” - Bellamy to Octavia

“Clarke I need you” - Bellamy to Clarke

“I’m not letting you go. You’re a fighter, now get up and fight” - Bellamy to Clarke

And I’m supposed to think they’re platonic????

#bellamy x clarke #the 100 #bellarke #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #enemies to lovers #platonic my ass #JRoth I will never forgive you #still not over the fact they didn’t kiss after he saved her #can we take a second and acknowledge how Bellamy looked in this episode #you could see the pain in his eyes man #HE LOVES HER #SHE LOVES HIM #THEY LOVE EACH OTHER GUYS #he was literally willing to kill everyone in that compound to avenge her #also Octavia had the same smile when they hugged that she did with their hug from season 2 #omg now I’m thinking about the hug from season 2 #they mean so much to me

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thevoidstaredback · 19 days

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Imagine if the Justice League and the Avengers met.

Like, I know there are canon crossover events between the two universes, but I'm not talking about those shenanigans. I don't want Dark Claw (Batman and Wolverine combined into one) and I don't want them all fighting each other...at least to start.

No. Imagine if it's just a normal Tuesday between invasions in NYC and everyone's chilling at Avengers Tower. Loki decides he's bored and opens a portal three floors down from the main living area in an open room. The alarms go off and The Flash or Wonder Woman stumble into the tower, the rest of the Justice League following suit.

Now, Loki is known for avoiding the consequences of his actions, so all he does is smile and disappear, leaving these strange heroes locked in a room in Avengers Tower. Because the alarms are blaring, the Avengers are soon suited up and are now facing the JL. Hijinks ensue as the Marvel Heroes and DC Heroes have to work together to get the JL back home.

Bonus points if the JL somehow manage to keep identities (pre reveal) from each other through a series of comedic close calls. It's probably Clint's fault. Tony would probably end up with the blame.

Extra bonus points if Spidey doesn't come in until later. Like, the heroes all want to spar against each other, and Peter shows up, joins in for fun, and absolutely tanks a hit from Superman and gets right back up. The only reason it surprises anyone is because the JL was pretty sure he was just a normal human intern or something (having confirmed that Metahumans don't exist here).

More extra bonus points if, after they confirm that Metahumans don't exist here and the only superpowers are from lab accidents, they find files about the Mutants. The Avengers tell them not to touch that with a 30 foot pole because they don't have the time to explain all of that right now and they really can't be splitting their attention from trying to get the JL home.

Dealer's choice on if there's any huge conflict or not. (Personally, I think this works as a comedy just fine as is, but I leave that up to you)

#writing prompt #if you write this (or something like it) please tag me #dc #dc comics #dcu #jl #justice league #dc x marvel #marvel #marvel comics #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #the avengers #avengers #comedy #hijinks #shenanigans #loki is a tricster god #this is 100% something he would do

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 8 months

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Lost Together I

Sequel to Forbidden Lessons

Warnings: possible dark elements such as noncon, age gap, abuse of power, coercion, mentions of suicide, depression, pregnancy and abortion, violence. Y'all know I do it dark and spicy. You have warnings, use them.

Note: I never really intended for Thor to get his own little thing but here we are.

Thots, comments, screaming, and feedback are welcome and highly encouraged. Thank you. Thanks all for following along.

You watch Loki drive off from the open door. The urge to run after him makes you sway but you resist. There's nothing else he can or will do for you. As ever, his kindness has a firm limit. Not truly generous, more obligatory.

That man, his brother, who bears no resemblance to him, shuffles around the foot of the stairs. You push the door shut and face him. He works incessantly at the table along the side of the staircase, brushing it with a long handle duster. He recoils suddenly and buries his nose in the crook of his elbow, expelling a thunderous sneeze.

"Uh," you feel a tingle yourself, "let me get the windows."

You scurry over the window to the left of the front door and pull back the heave drapes one at a time. The stirring of fabric releases another cloud of neglect. You stand on your toes to untwist the clasp and push the hinged panes outward.

You're out of breath as you cross to the other, doing the same and letting in the afternoon sunlight. Thor continues his diligent dusting, turning over a vase to dump out the build up within.

"Uh, I never knew Loki had a brother," you begin awkwardly.

"And I didn't know he had… you," he grins, the words amicable despite their intonation.

"Well, really, he doesn't… he's more stuck with me, I think."

"Ah, of course, why else would he leave you here," he turns to fix a frame on the wall, "apologies for the state… things have… gotten ahead of me."

"It's fine," you shrug.

"Would you like to put some music on?" He waves to you with the duster and points through the archway to your right, "my father left me his collection."

He directs you ahead of him with the sweep of his arm. You hesitate but go into the dark expanse of the new room. You hear a click and crackle and dozen bulbs light up overhead. A mosaic shade houses the glow and warms the space.

"There," Thor stands beside you, pointing to the corner before stepping ahead of you.

He goes to what looks to be a chest of drawers. There is a door to one side but no others. He nears and clutches the top, popping up the thin wooden lid to reveal a record player set into the peice of furniture.

You approach as he nods, "records are inside," he says.

You run your hand along the wooden door, the front woven with thin slats. You hook your finger into the handle and ease it open with a squeak. You bend to look at the collection within.

"Choose," he orders, "I'm not very picky."

You nod and thumb through the album covers, settling on Judy Garland at the at Carnegie Hall. You take it out and wipe off the front, holding back a sneeze. Thor offers to take it and you hand it over as he reads the title.

"Ah, one of my mother's," he beams as he slides out the record, "you have old-fashioned taste."

"I… guess," you clap your hands off as he puts the needle on a flips the switch.

"Please," he hovers his hand above your shoulder and stretches his arm towards the long couch, "you needn't help. You should keep off your feet."

He cross the room and shakes out the throw, thumping on the cushions to knock out the dusty residue. He hums and clucks.

"It'll do for now," he turns to you, "please, I will fetch some of… some old books."

"I don't mind. I'm not very far along, you know?"

"My mother would faint to think I let an expecting woman lift a finger," he shakes his head, "do you like tea? Oh, what kind of tea can you have…" he puts a finger to his chin, his matted beard straggling down to his chest.

"Let me make the tea," you offer.

"Little mouse," he puts his hands up, "you must relax," he pats the arm of the couch, "I promised Loki I would look after you."

"But…" you swallow your argument. It is his house. He might be embarrassed to share the mess with you. Better he cleans it himself, besides you're very tired. "Alright," you relent and come forward, "thank you, Thor."

He smiles and doesn't move until your sat in the corner of the couch. He retreats, almost reluctantly, and you languish in the rich crooning of Judy and the buzzing awe of her audience. You lean your head in your hand, you elbow over the rest. You can't help but think how sad this place has been after seeing its occupant.

He mentioned a woman, Jane. Perhaps his wife, and his parents. All gone. You suppose he needs some hope. His excitement nips at your dread. How can your life sentence be his chance to start again?

You hear distant clank and sit up straight. You shimmy to the front of the cushion but keep from standing. He can manage himself, you just have that inherent need to help.

Your eyes rove the darkened edge of the room. A spacious den with bookshelves along one wall, two armchairs to match the sofa, a long coffee table on an intricately patterned rugs, a console table behind the sofa and a bench before the unlit fireplace.

"I found some herbal tea," Thor announces as he startles you, "hope you don't mind blueberry."

"That's good," you accept as he comes around with a dainty tea cup on a saucer. It looks ridiculous in his hands.

"Right, yes, books," he puts it on the square table by your elbow, "you like reading?" He goes to the bookshelves, "I suppose you have the pick of the lot. I'm not very attached to any of them."

"Thanks," you say again, "really, it's so nice of you–"

"I will have a room ready for your tonight," he declares as he spins on his heel, "yes, you need somewhere to sleep."

You give a smile, the only response you can muster before he's lumbering out, rambling about clean sheets and extra pillows. Well, he is very much unlike his brother.

#thor #thor x reader #dark!thor #dark thor #not 100 on how dark or if so really #lost together #mcu #marvel #sequel #forbidden lessons #au #avengers #series

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rogersstevie · 1 year

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i believe our love can see us through in death.

#evanescenceedit #mcuedit #marveledit #catfaedit #steverogersedit #buckybarnesedit #stuckyedit #stevebuckyedit #stucky #stevebucky #steve x bucky #captain america: the first avenger #like you #my gifs #mine: marvel #this whole song is so them #100

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capsicleunderoostank · 2 years

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Yelena: And if things don’t go our way, then what do we do.

Kate: We hide in the bathroom.

Yelena: No.

#avengers incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #the avengers #yelena boleva #yelena mcu #yelena belova #kate bishop #hawkeye series #hawkeye #kate x yelena #marvel #mcu #marvel mcu #marvel movies #avengers #marvel cinematic universe #100 likes

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ohwowimlonley · 2 years

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cuba libre - hate sex with Steve Rogers? Take your time xx

[join the party!]

“Look at that, finally fucked the bitch speechless,” he smirked to himself, pushing your head further into the pyramid of cushions of his plush bed. Your mouth was dropped open, no sound coming from you except the squelching of your cunt as he fucked it relentlessly, “I should do this every time you get mouthy with me, don’t you think? Bend you over the table when you snap at me, fuck you stupid with everyone watching,”

“Fuck you!” You gasped out, though it was unconvincing when paired with you desperately rutting back into the stimulation he brought you. Steve didn’t let you, gripping your hips and suspending them off the bed. A long, loud, petulant whine followed, “Steve! Stop being an asshole!”

#•megs ask box•#•megs 100•#•megs smutty daydreams•#steve rodgers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #steve rogers fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #avengers x reader #avengers fanfiction #avengers smut

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sebastianstanisahotmf · 5 months

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THANKS FOR 100 FOLLOWERS. I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH AND I APPRECIATE YOU!!!

To celebrate I'm gonna do one fic everyday for a week starting on Wednesday. If you have any ideas please comment them below or send an ask.

The characters I am willing to write fics about are:

1. Bucky Barnes

2. Steve Rogers

3. Loki

4. Thor

5. Clint Barton

If you want to join my taglist to know when I post these fics or any others please click on the link

Also, if you want to see what I reblog my other account is @sebastianstanisahotmf-reblogs

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whimsicalfeelings · 4 months

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stranger

They have to erase him to save him.

It was one or the other—retain his memories, but be reduced to a shell of a human, or live, with half of his life’s worth of memories gone.

It was never a choice, really—Natasha makes up her mind before the doctor even speaks.

One or the other.

She wants him to live, even if it means—

When Clint wakes up, he blinks blearily in the hospital lights.

“Hi,” he says to Natasha, grimacing a smile. “Who are you?”

Widows are meant to be forgotten. Natasha has never wished so bad the opposite.

#100 word drabble #100 words exactly #drabble #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #black widow #clint barton #hawkeye #clint x natasha #whimsicalfeelings drabbles #marvel #marvel fanfiction #avengers #fanfiction

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aimmyarrowshigh · 3 months

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JAMuary: 100 Drabbles Based on Songs (2024)

047. The Magic - Darcy Lewis/Wanda Maximoff

#jamuary: 100 drabbles based on songs (2024)#marvel #wandavision #the avengers #darcy x wanda #wanda x darcy #taserwitch #scarletshock #*g #*marvel #*wandavision #*avengers #*katden #*eliols #*jamuary

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wildwarcat · 2 years

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Flashback (Platonic!616!Stephen Strange x Surgeon!Reader)

100 Word Prompt Challenge Day 15: Photograph

Day 14: Crime

Summary: After completing your residency at Mount Sinai Hospital in New York, your former mentor stops by to congratulate you on your newest placement as an attending.

Note: Been a hot minute since I’ve done one of these but I’ve been meaning to get back into it. So here’s Day 15. Italics indicate a flashback. Enjoy!

Five years. Five long miserable years of working your ass off to complete your residency in neurosurgery. And now you were finally done. By this time next month, you’d be on your way to Denver, where you’d be an attending surgeon at one of the best hospitals in the nation.

You were cleaning out your locker now, cramming your last clean set of scrubs into your duffel bag along with your stethoscope and the wristwatch your mom had given you after your white coat ceremony. It all felt so surreal now; you were officially a neurosurgeon, one of the upcoming names in the medical world.

“Lot to take in isn’t it, kid?”

You whipped around to see Stephen Strange standing in the doorway, dressed in his mystic garb, a friendly smile on his face as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Stephen!” You exclaimed with a wide smile, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Strange stepped into the locker room and you noticed that he held a small book in his hands.

“I heard you were leaving for Denver tomorrow, and as your former mentor, I figured it was only fair that I said goodbye.”

He came to a halt a few feet in front of you and handed the leatherbound book to you. You took it carefully and opened its pages. Inside, dozens of photos from your years as an intern all the way through to your first year of residency. Your smile widened, tears stinging the corner of your eyes when they landed on the first photo you had ever taken with Stephen.

There had been a car crash a few blocks away from the hospital during the first year of your internship, five cars blocking an entire intersection. You were in the ER for your rotation when the crash victims came rushing in, all of them covered in blood and grease. You followed the first victim with Gary, one of the trauma residents, over to the first available bay and began checking his vitals.

“Pulse is thready, BP is starting to drop, pupils nonresponsive.” You said, observing the vomit that was on the man’s shirt, “Looks like he vomited on the way here. Subdural hematoma?”

“Most likely.” Gary said, turning to the nurses’ station, “Page Dr. Strange now!”

Gary looked back at you, his gaze grim, “Y/N, prep our John Doe for surgery. Do anything and everything Dr. Strange tells you to do.”

Before you could argue the fact that you were a surgical intern, not a nurse, Gary was gone, already checking out the next patient. Before you could even begin going through the pre-op procedure with your patient, Dr. Stephen Strange appeared, taking his chart from your hands and looked it over.

“Who listed this patient as subdural hematoma?” He asked, looking around the room.

You raised your hand, “I- I did, sir.”

Strange’s narrowed eyes landed on you, “What made you think so?”

“Patient has a steadily dropping BP, his pupils are nonresponsive to light, he vomited on the way over here, and,”

You pointed to the patient’s skull, “There’s some obvious swelling that wasn’t there a few minutes ago.”

Strange lifted the man’s head to observe the swelling, “Hm. Good call.”

He flagged down a team of nurses and sent them into pre-op with the man, leaving you alone with him.

“Wanna come watch?” He asked you.

“From the gallery?”

“Hell no.” He scoffed, “You’re not gonna learn anything that way. Scrub in, kid. You’re on suction.”

The man had survived the surgery, thanks to your diagnosis. After the procedure was finished, Strange had pulled you aside and offered to take you on as a resident once your internship was complete. The photo had been taken by the patient’s wife after she had found out who saved her husband’s life. You had always assumed that she had kept the photo as a keepsake, but somehow Stephen had managed to get a hold of a copy of it.

You looked back up at him and wiped away a tear that had spilled over.

“Thank you, Stephen. For everything.”

“You’re welcome, Y/N. And if you ever need anything-” He waved his hand and a small business card appeared on top of the photo album, “Just give me a call.”

You laughed at the gesture, stepping forward to wrap Strange in a hug, which he happily returned.

“You’re gonna crush it, kid.” He muttered with a smile, “No doubt about it.”

#stephen strange x reader #avengers fandom #MARVEL FANDOM #one word prompts #dr strange #doctor strange #dsmom #marvel multiverse #avengers x reader #100 word prompt challenge

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wonderswritings · 1 year

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✦ℭ𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝓥𝓘𝓘.✦

✦•·················• 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐮𝐬, 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝. •·················•✦

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐏𝐓𝐒𝐃 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐄𝐱-𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲, 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝!

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐨𝟑!

This follows neither Marvel or The 100 timelines

Collision Masterlist

“No. Do what you came here to do and then leave.”Bellamy nodded, walking towards a control panel.

“Yes sir.”

He started to fiddle with the panel, waiting until Captain Rogers left, giving it a few minutes before he walked down the hall, stopping in front of her door, reaching up to knock when the door was slammed open.

“Steven I swear to god-”

Her eyes widened when she finally looked up at him, slightly shaking her head.

“You came back.”

Bellamy nodded, grinning.

“I said I would.”

She nodded slightly, sighing softly.

“You did.”

She tried to look around him, her eyes wide as she tired to look down the hall, her breathing growing laborded.

“Is he still here? You can’t be here if h-”

Bellamy reached out, placing his hands on her shoulders, gently lowering her back to the floor, shaking his head as he leaned down, catching her eyes.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Captain Rogers left. He left when I was working on the control panel.”

She calmed down, slightly making a face as she looked up at him, taking a deep breath.

“You were working on the control panel?”

Bellamy grinned, slightly shaking his head.

“More, acting like I was so he would leave.”

She laughed, shaking her head and Bellamy swore to do whatever he could to hear her laugh again.

“That’s bad Bellamy.”

She shook her head, growing serious as she stepped back, Bellamy’s hands dropping back to his sides.

“He- he didn’t do anything, did he? Threaten you or anything?”

Bellamy shook his head, looking down at her.

“No, he didn’t.”

He saw the question in her eyes, causing him to grin slightly.

“All he did was question what I was doing and demand I leave. But when I mentioned I was working on the lights, he told me to ‘do what I came here to do and then leave.’ And then he left. So no, there was no threats made.”

She nodded, sighing softly.

“Good. That’s good then.”

“It is.”

“But it’s dangerous now. You’ll be in danger.”

Bellamy made a face, slightly shaking his head.

“I wou-”

“You would. He’ll look into you. Stark- he received an alert about someone being in here other than me. And since he saw you here, in this part of the ship that’s off limits to literally everyone, he’ll look into you. Or have Stark do it. Either way, you’ll be on their watch list and-”

She was starting to work herself up again, her breathing growing heavier as she rambled.

“Hey, hey, calm down. It’s okay, I promise. Listen to me.”

He gently bumped her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

“I don’t care if I’m on some watchlist or not. But if you’re so worried about it, then we don’t have to meet here, yeah? There are other places we can meet.”

“Why do you care? Or even want to? Didn’t you hear me earlier? I’m dangerous. I’m dangerous!”

Bellamy shook his head, grabbing her by the shoulders in an atempt to ground her.

“You are not dangerous. You’re not. And even if you were, I don’t care.”

“You should. You should care.”

Bellamy clenched his jaw as he reached down, grabbing her hand, ignoring the cold bite of her guantlet, placing her hand on his chest, holding her hand there.

“Your powers make you able to feel vibrations, right?”

“I can’t-”

“You can. Just feel. Close your eyes sn feel.”

She sighed, taking a deep breathas she closed her eyes.

“Now just feel, okay? You are not dangerous.”

She opened her mouth to say something, Bellamy cutting her off before she culd say anything.

“You’re not. You’re not dangerous and you will never be dangerous. And, most importantly, I trust you.”

She gasped, opening her eyes and looking up at Bellamy, Bellamy gently squeezing her hand.

“I trust you.”

Likes are loved. Reblogs are gold. Comments feed me.

#collision #bellamy blake x reader #steve rogers x reader #the 100 x reader #avengers x reader #marvel x reader

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thingsthatneedtobesaidsblog · 6 months

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One thing that I've always hated trying to find fics is when I stumble on a good Natasha x Steve story, but there's also Steve x Sharon, and I love Sharon she gets too much hate. But I start reading the story, and it's just a whole bunch of OOC-Ness from Natasha and then also Sharon just being used as the character that shifted on for everything, and it's so disgusting That trope of using the current girlfriend or wife and just making them horrible compared to their Canon personality just for your ship to happen needs to be stopped, it's so overused I see it with Natasha x Steve with Sharon, Bellarke with Echo, Dramione with making Ron abusive or an ass which he can be in both fics and movie and so many more. I feel like if you need to villainize another love interest to make your ship happen, then you shouldn't write it because it's a very undeveloped idea and your own vision. The same goes for villainizing a hood character just because you don't like them, thoes are things that will make me click out of a fic so bad especially because you can tell the author hated the character in the way they write the character and especially if they character is being evil in the fic for no reason at all. It's really annoying and needs to be talked about more.

#Nat x Steve #avengers #becho #bellarke #natalia alianovna romanova #tropes #the 100 #steve rogers #draco x hermione #ron weasley #hermione granger #draco malfoy #harry potter

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aparticularbandit · 2 years

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me, thinking about peggy carter and the illuminati, thinking about avengers in that universe, thinking about things that might have been different, thinking about those fics where everyone lived together in the avengers compound—

thinking about writing 838!avengers compound fic.