#this is why I really can’t stand marvel anymore

[sxcret-garden]

Yunho ღ NSFW Alphabet [M]

ღ Ateez - NSFW Alphabets ღ Ateez Yunho x gn!reader (some parts might work better with fem-bodied!reader) ღ words: ~3.5k ღ genre: smut ღ warnings: none

A = Aftercare (what he’s like after sex)

He’s soso sweet :( oftentimes he already thought of preparing the essentials beforehand - some water, towels, some snacks,... and he won’t hesitate to provide you with anything else you might want or need after having sex. Takes especially good care of you if you’ve been going at it for a long time and/or if he got a little rough with you. He enjoys staying up with you afterwards, holding you close while just talking about literally anything, and he always wants to know whether you enjoyed yourself, if there’s anything you want him to do differently next time, and so on.

B = Body part (his favorite body part of his partner)

Your waist. He just loves the shape of it, loves tracing his fingertips along your sides, and though he’s trying not to make it obvious at first, it really just is obvious. Blushes a little when you ask him why he likes it so much and just tells you it’s pretty before pressing a kiss to your lips. Even when he’s looking at you from afar he can’t help but let his eyes trace your shape over and over again, and when he’s finally alone with you, you will catch him marveling at your beauty, wishing he could spend all day mapping out your shapes with his lips and worshipping your body.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

Your pleasure is his top priority when having sex with you, so it’s likely you’re gonna cum more often than him overall. And of course he eventually wants to chase his own high as well, but he just can’t stop searching for all the different ways in which he can get you off because he gets so addicted to the way your body reacts to him. His favourite is having you cum around his fingers, showering you with praises as if he got drunk on the feeling of your contracting around his digits. As for him, he loves it when you simply let him cum into your fist as you’re giving him a handjob. Idk, something about seeing his cum dripping down your fingers just really does it for him.

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret or secret desire of his)

That time he caught you getting off by yourself and he just couldn’t bring himself to walk away. He didn’t even see anything, he just walked into his apartment, not knowing you had already come home, and he didn’t seem to be the only one unaware of the other’s presence. Because even when he deliberately closed the door loudly, your moans didn’t stop. And so he stood there, frozen up, and feeling himself being very much affected by what’s unfolding in the other room. And he just can’t stop himself from getting painfully turned on by the sounds falling from your lips as you’re bringing yourself closer and closer to your high.

He’ll keep this a secret from you for a very long time, because he knows he should’ve just walked back out and returned a bit later instead of listening in on you. But eventually he’ll tell you about it, once you’ve been dating for long enough to be sure you wouldn’t feel awkward about this anymore.

E = Experience (how experienced is he?)

Average I’d say? He’s had sexual partners before, but not that many. He doesn’t seem like the type to jump from relationship to relationship, and I also think one-night-stands are more of an occasional thing for him, but overall I think he has at least some experience!

F = Favorite position 

Depends on what mood he’s in, but usually a kind of position where he can observe you well. An all time favourite of his has got to be you having your back against his chest, while you’re standing or sitting in front of a mirror. He wants to see all your reactions and watches your reflection with great interest as he touches you. Plus, there’s just something very hot to him about also seeing himself taking you from behind in a mirror… When he’s frustrated or being rough with you however, he’ll prefer to bend you over the nearest surface and to have his way with you like that.

G = Goofy (is he more serious in the moment? is he humorous?)

There’s definitely gonna be the occasional giggle when you’re sleeping with him. He’s super chill about embarrassing situations, and will always want to convey to you that everything’s okay - sometimes you’re just gonna be clumsy about something and he actually finds that endearing more than anything. But even then, especially when you’re having very sweet sex, he will make you laugh time and time again to keep a lighthearted mood. However, if you’re being more rough and having kinky sex he’ll be more on the serious side, because he wants to make sure everything that’s happening is alright with you, and that you’re feeling good at all times!

H = Headspace (how much does he think about it/you during the day? how elaborate are his fantasies?)

I think he actually doesn’t think about sex super often? But when he does it’s usually deliberate. He’s very good at keeping his self control in case a sexual thought does pop up in his mind every now and then at an inappropriate time, so it’s also very hard to get him riled up if you’re trying to tease him in public for example. However, when he’s in the comfort of his own home he will let his thoughts wander from time to time, indulging in his own fantasies (whether it’s about a specific person or just anyone in general) and he will usually end up getting off to his own thoughts in the end.

I = Intimacy (how passionate or romantic is he?)

I think he’s both very passionate and very romantic deep inside, though the passion-side doesn’t always show very obviously. He’s responsible and more concerned about your pleasure than his own most of all, so even when you can undeniably see the passion burning in his gaze, he’ll stay in control most of the time and not let it take over - especially if you’re having rough sex. Though that might just make the times when his passion and need for you break through that much hotter… As for his romantic side… that will show most if not all of the time, he just can’t help it. Whether it’s in the way he communicates with you, always making sure you’re on the same page at all times, or in the way he gazes at you lovingly whenever he has the chance, or how he whispers sweet nothings to you throughout. If one thing’s for sure then it’s that this guy will make you feel loved at all times! He might get a little shy about classic romantic acts, you know, like putting on some background music to get in the mood, or candles or rose petals scattered all over the bed, but if you mention to him that you’re into that kind of stuff he’ll definitely one day surprise you with it!

J = Jack off (how does he masturbate and how often?)

I don’t think he gets off all that often? Though he seems like the type to use it to let off some steam at the end of the day, but then it’s really just a quick orgasm and nothing more. As I mentioned above, he will sometimes let his mind wander, and if he’s caught up in his fantasies he might just end up taking more time with pleasuring himself sometimes. But I think that especially when he has a partner, he’d choose having sex with them over masturbating any day.

K = Kink (one of his kinks)

Gonna go with a choking kink here because… if Yunho then hands, and hands around throat just makes him soso horny even when he’s just thinking about it. He occasionally likes having your hands around his throat too, whether you’re just resting them there or actually applying some pressure, but he definitely prefers it the other way around. So if you’re into that too, he will do it quite often. Just the image of his big hands wrapped around your throat is so pretty to him, and he’ll be very responsible about the power that gives him over you. Loves having you watch yourself in the mirror as he’s getting you off with one hand, the other hand around your throat keeping you in place and forcing you to watch as he whispers dirty praises in your ear, but he also loves simply having you underneath him in missionary, fucking into you as he applies pressure to your throat, watching as you’re slowly losing your mind.

L = Location (favorite places to do it)

The comfort of his or your home is definitely by far the nr 1 for him. He’s not a public sex type of guy at all, like the most public he’s willing to go is in the car usually. If you like the thrill of it, he’ll sometimes be willing to get you off in a semi-public space, but in the end he’d really rather be somewhere the both of you can get comfortable and won’t have to worry about being caught or being too loud, etc. However, that doesn’t mean y’all always have to go at it in the bedroom. If you’re both very horny he’ll take any surface available - the couch, the dinner table, the kitchen counter, even the floor. There’s actually something very enticing to him about taking you on the dining table and making you moan his name where he knows friends or family will sit and have a meal with you on another day, without even so much as suspecting what he’s done to you in that very same place.

M = Motivation (what turns him on, gets him going)

Praise! I think praise has got to be his biggest motivator. Hums at you when you tell him how good he’s making you feel and then somehow manages to make you feel even better. This guy could spend all day just getting you off in various ways, fuelled by nothing but the way you praise him, and how he can feel your body reacting to his touch. Even the subtle things, like you melting into his touch or leaning into his hand at the small of your back will make him go crazy about you. And the tension is undeniable when he’s coming closer and closer, not yet giving you that kiss you’re craving or his sweet touch you’ve been longing for all day - it’s his way of riling you up and making you need him, and once he succeeds in making you almost beg for him he’ll be all over you in no time.

And even when the tables are turned, and you’re the one taking care of him, every praise falling from your lips will sound like heaven to him. He WILL blush as you keep praising him while bringing him closer to the edge, and the sounds you can get out of him as you continue sweet-talking him towards his orgasm will be so sinful and perfect, and yet not something he’d ever let you hear otherwise.

N = No (something he wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Receiving pain can be a big turn-off for him. Unless done right, he’s just not into it, and actually finds it kind of awkward? It just doesn’t feel right to him most of the time, and will ruin the mood so fast. However, in certain situations, when he’s about to cum, that definitely changes, and a slightly painful sensation like you pulling his hair a bit roughly or digging your fingernails into his skin might serve to enhance his pleasure!

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s pretty decent at giving oral I’d say. And though his favourite way of getting you off is simply using his hands, he’s more than willing to give you head rather often as well. There’s just something so intimate and sexy about the way his eyes will be glued to your face the whole time, checking for even the slightest reaction to his touches. This helps him figure out what you like and what drives you crazy very quickly, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t put that knowledge to good use. Loves the taste of you and how it feels when you cum into his mouth. 

The other way around he’d never say no to receiving oral from you, and prefers it when he can just lean back and enjoy the ride. Won’t really do much except telling you how well you’re doing, until he’s coming really close or if you’re edging him. Then he’ll eventually reach the point where he can’t take it anymore and he’ll buck his hips up into your mouth or grab your hair (if possible) to keep you in place and fuck your mouth until he reaches his high.

P = Pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Yunho is naturally more on the sensual side, with everything. Whether he’s giving you just his fingers, head, or his dick. But the thing with him is also that he’s pretty versatile and is willing to adapt to his partner’s likes quite a lot. So if you’re into a fast and rough pace, he’ll give you exactly what you want, and he’ll definitely end up enjoying it too! Though if it were entirely up to him, he usually prefers going slow and taking his time worshipping your body and mapping out all your favourite places to be touched. Only when he’s very desperate or his very dominant side comes out he’ll become rougher, but even then he tends to still be slow, to savour every single moment, every sound coming out of your mouth and every sensation flowing through your bodies.

Q = Quickie (his opinions on quickies?)

He’s the type who would rather take his time with his partner usually!! However, at certain times a quickie is an appreciated change of pace so to say. If having sex with him normally is all about your pleasure, then a quickie is usually more about him, and so he tends to get a bit rough during them (unless you tell him you don’t like that of course). He just needs you right here and right now, and if you’ve been out or one of you haven’t been home, there’s a chance the frustration has been boiling deep inside for a while, and now that he finally has you to himself, all of that will come bursting out of him at once. You can tell how much he needs you by the way he kisses you impatiently and how he manhandles you into the exact position he wants you in. It’s not rare for him to cum quickly in a situation like this, and not leave enough time for you to reach your high as well. So if the situation allows for it, he’ll slow down once he’s caught his breath and make sure you get your fair share of pleasure as well. But then it’s not really a quickie anymore so alksdöfjs yeah, he really is the type to want to indulge properly after all.

R = Risk (does he like to experiment or take risks?)

He’s not a risk-taker at all. That said, he prefers having sex when it’s guaranteed there’s no risk of getting caught in the act (it kinda ruins the mood for him ngl). However, I do think he loves the sight of watching his cum dripping out of you, so if it’s about not using a condom he’s down for it, so long as you’re using some other form of protection instead.

S = Stamina (how long does he last?)

Has A LOT of stamina. He doesn’t really need a long recovery period until he can go again after cumming once, but even then he knows more than enough things to do in between - whether that’s making out with you or going straight to getting you off again. I think he can last several rounds, and he knows just what to do to make sure he’ll have the energy to keep going for as long as possible.

T = Toys (does he own toys? does he use them? on a partner or himself?)

I do think he’s a fan of toys! Might have one or two for himself, but definitely has a few to use with a partner! Loves getting them out for in between rounds, so he can continue pleasing you while he rests. Toys to him are mostly about enhancing your pleasure, so he’ll pick them accordingly and discuss with you what you want him to use on you. He likes watching your reaction to them, and tbh he also enjoys that they allow for him to have a lot of control over you while being able to give you multiple orgasms once you’ve figured out what works best for you.

U = Unfair (how much he likes to tease)

Yunho isn’t much of a teaser originally, it’s really not something that needs to be a part of sex for him. He’s more of a praise kinda guy, but if you like being teased he’s up for trying! And seeing the reactions he can get out of you with it, it’ll quickly become something you do often. Vice versa, it can go two ways. If you’ve established a dynamic where he takes on a very dominant role he’ll definitely make you regret teasing him by teasing you back harder and maybe even going as far as not to let you cum until you’ve begged for it. However, if there’s no such dynamic between you two he’ll probably be super flustered if you tease him. Especially if your teasing is verbal while you’re going at it, he’ll be blushing so hard and won’t know how to respond cjxnxnxn

V = Volume (how loud or vocal is he? what does he sound like?)

He isn’t really loud. He definitely talks a lot - ongoing communication while you’re having sex is very important to him, plus he finds it hot too. Some dirty talk certainly gets him going! Otherwise he’s pretty quiet, but you will hear him moan as he gets closer, and then sometimes he’s just gonna let out the most unholy sounds you didn’t think he’d be capable of producing…

W = Wild card (a random headcanon)

Your mind clouded by pleasure and your knees weakening, you’ve melted fully into Yunho’s touch. He has his arm around your waist, and if it wasn’t for the fact that you’re coming close to your orgasm you might’ve been embarrassed about your fucked out expression you find in the mirror right in front of you. Yunho has his face buried in your neck, kissing and nipping at the skin there, his slender fingers ghosting just above your core as he mutters a praise.

“So pretty for me…” he breathes and you arch your back just a little more, immediately feeling him hitting that sweet spot inside you.

“Y-yun… ‘m close…” is all you can whine, and you hear him hissing a curse below your ear. 

“Fuck, me too,” he growls through gritted teeth, all while never taking his eyes off the mirror. “Wanna see your pretty face when you cum.” You let out yet another desperate whine at his words, and when his fingers come in contact with your core for some extra stimulation, you know you won’t last another ten seconds. 

“C-coming… Yun… I’m-” Your high crashes down on you, and you feel yourself shaking violently in his hold as he lets out a strained groan and releases inside you, muttering once again how pretty you look in the mirror.

X = (X) as a mark (does he like marking you/being marked? where?)

While he doesn’t want any marks on his or your body to be visible when you’re wearing clothes, he does quite enjoy the sensation of getting marked. You marking him actually activates his possessive side, and is one of the ways to make sure he’ll get rough with you afterwards. Might mark you back, though he prefers doing it with his fingernails dragged across your skin than giving you a hickey. As mentioned before, he’s overall not the biggest fan of being made to feel pain during sex, but if you’re both very close and you end up biting or scratching him in the heat of the moment, that will very much add some more pleasure for him!

Y = Yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

Somewhere in the middle I’d say? Not suuuper high, though his sex drive definitely increases when he has a partner, especially when you haven’t been together for long. He’s not the type to want sex everyday - he’d much rather do it only a few times a week, on days where you can really take your time and enjoy yourselves. But don’t let yourself be fooled, once he does get horny he gets reaaaaally into it!

Z = Zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterwards)

As I already mentioned, he’s really big on aftercare, so most often he will stay up with you for another while after having sex. In general I don’t think he’s that easily tired out, so won’t be the type to blackout right away.

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[imaginidol]

Mingi: “Don’t read that, the lyrics aren’t ready yet.”

You were waiting for Mingi to wrap up the last of his solo-recording session before you both drove home together as usual. He was done, and was only now awaiting a schedule confirmation from one of his producers. While you both waited for the producer to return, you were carefully walking around the studio, marveling at all the different artistic contents surrounding you.

“This piano, why is it so small?” You ask, pointing to a Nord keyboard.

“Synthesizer,” Mingi replied, giving you a small smile.

You nodded, assuming you knew what it meant. But your confused expression only made it more obvious that you didn’t know what that meant either, and it made him laugh lightly.

“What’s this for?” You asked, picking up a strange object from a desk. “It looks like a ping pong paddle!”

Mingi smirked. “That’s a microphone pop-filter. We use it to filter out external noises when recording.”

You smiled. “I think I know what it is! Can I put it on your microphone?”

He nods, and motions a hand towards the small recording booth. “You can try,” he laughs.

You walked in with the filter, only to find that the microphone inside already had a pop filter of its own latched on. You sighed, but didn’t mind after carefully observing it and realizing you probably wouldn’t know how to attach it anyway.

Below the microphone, a set of papers caught your eye. This must be one of Mingi’s songs, you think.

You quietly read the lyrics on the pages, only to realize that some of these lines were phrases that you and Mingi often shared together. Your heart skips a beat when you realize, this song is about… us?

This is a love song. Why is Mingi writing a love song?

“Don’t read that,” Mingi’s voice projects into the room from a microphone. You look up to see him with the producer, who has come back with Mingi’s schedule. “The lyrics aren’t ready yet. Anyway, we’re free to go now.”

You nod, putting the mic pop filter down on the stand, and carefully walking over the cords on the floor until you reached the exit.

I do like Mingi. But I never thought he’d like me back. Maybe it’s coincidental. Maybe he uses the little catch phrases we share with everyone. Maybe he’s—

“Are you okay?” Mingi asks, his tone catching you by surprise. “You haven’t answered me at all.”

“I’m sorry, what was that?” You look up at him, your puzzled expression fading from your face.

“I just asked if you were… nevermind.”

You both walk out in silence and out to the parking garage, until you finally reach his car.

The drive home started generally quiet, until he finally spoke up.

“Did you, uh, did you… read anything back in the studio? On those papers?” He mutters out.

“What? Oh, yeah, those papers? I just skimmed them, really,” you blurt out. “I bet it’s a nice song. Is it the producer’s song?”

“No, the producer helps me with other things. The lyrics.. those are mine.”

“Oh,” you don’t have anything else to say.

“Did you… what do you think?” He asks.

“You… you write very pretty,” you whisper.

‘You write very pretty?’ Really? You think to yourself, wanting to say more, but nothing comes out.

“Is that all?” He asks, the sounds of the night highway filling the voided air. “Did you think of anyone when you read them?”

You fall silent. But the pained expression on your face is an emotion you can’t hold in anymore. Suddenly, you hear both him and yourself blurt out—

“Did you think of me?”

Mingi brakes abruptly. “Sorry, sorry!” he waves at the car behind him, who honked loudly and swerved past angrily.

“I’m sorry, Mingi! Focus on your driving! We’ll talk later,” you say.

“No, no, I’m okay!” He blurts out, but he was blushing now, though you couldn’t tell in the dark.

A few seconds pass, the highway sounds drowning out the otherwise quiet air again.

You are the first to speak up. “I did think of you, Mingi.”

He’s driving steady now, but still looks over at you.

“I thought of you, too.” He whispers.

The exit to your neighborhood is nearly approaching. Cars around become less and less. The city lights are becoming brighter, the night sky descending is darker.

“You mentioned the lyrics aren’t finished yet… what is it supposed to be?”

He sighs deeply, contemplating your question before finally answering.

“Perhaps it’s meant to stay unfinished. The emotion of confessing my love to someone… but I don’t know if they feel the same way back. I don’t know if they do.”

“Have you ever tried to confess, Mingi?”

“No, and I don’t know if I want to.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” he whispers. “I don’t know if… it could ruin the good friendship we already have. What if they don’t feel the same way?”

You smile. “You’ll never know until you ask. And if it’s not the answer you want, at least you were bold enough to try. That in itself is admirable.”

He smiled. “You have a point.”

A red light approaches, and the car comes to a stop. There are no other cars in sight, but for a while, you both sit in quietness, waiting for the moment the light turns green.

In that moment, Mingi’s right hand comes off the steering wheel. He places it, palm-up, on top of the center compartment. His palm opens, turning towards you.

You look down, a grin slowly spreading across your blushing face. You lift your left hand, wrap it under his arm, and place your hand gently on top of his.

Your fingers interlock naturally, both hands molding perfectly in place into one another. He caresses his thumb against the side of yours. In this very moment, you can feel the shifting of emotions in the air.

“I know how to end my lyrics now,” Mingi whispers.

And suddenly, the light turns green.

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[kit-walk3r]

My Kyle (Kyle Spencer x fem!reader) (Together Not Forever alternate ending)

Maybe you don’t have to learn to let Kyle go after all

Warnings: none

Part 1 Part 2

Note: here’s the alternate ending to Together Not Forever! I’m pretty happy with this so I hope you like it 💗

“Y/N. She’s leaving,” Zoe repeated. “She’s moving back home to be with her family.”

“Oh,” Kyle looked down. He felt a wave of sadness but also a sense of… relief. If you left then that allowed him to resist the temptation to find you and put you in any danger by being in his company. It would also set you free, away from him.

“Oh? That’s all you can say?” Zoe scoffed.

“Maybe it’s better this way,” Kyle shrugged. “She can get over me and I can get over her.”

“Kyle, you’re miserable without each other. This is your chance to be happy again.” Zoe insisted.

Kyle shook his head. “I made my choice, Zoe. I can’t be near her anymore.”

“How are you going to give yourself any closure?” Zoe asked. She sat down next to Kyle. “You need to think about yourself as well. Kyle, you said she was the love of your life. Are you really going to let her go without getting your own goodbye?”

…

It was your final shift at the diner before you moved back home to your family. “Someone’s asking for you,” your boss said, pointing to the door that led to the main diner.

“Who?” You asked.

Your boss shrugged. “Some brown haired girl.”

Brown haired girl? Zoe.

You nodded in thanks, before heading out onto the floor. There Zoe was, awkwardly standing next to the door waiting for you.

“Zoe?” You walked over to her and she smiled before greeting you. “What are you doing here?” The two of you had already said goodbye.

“I’m so glad I caught you,” Zoe said. “I’ve got something I need to show you. When do you finish your shift?”

You checked your watch. “In about a half hour,” you answered. “Why? What do you need to show me?”

“It’s a surprise,” She smiled.

“Okay…” You said, confused. “Well, if you let me know where it is I can come meet you once my shift’s over.”

“It’s no bother,” Zoe shrugged. “I can just hang here until you finish. It’s probably easier for me to drive you, anyway.”

You nodded. “Well, if you take a seat over there I can bring you over a milkshake or something.” You motioned towards one of the empty booths.

Zoe took a seat as you walked back to the kitchen, confused and intrigued about what her surprise was.

- - -

Once your shift was over you said your goodbyes to your friends and co-workers before grabbing your bag and heading out to meet Zoe. She was still sitting at the same booth, and got up when she saw you walking towards her.

“Ready to go?” She asked and you nodded.

The two of you headed out to her car which was parked just outside. It was sleek and black, much nicer than anything you could afford. You marvelled at the vehicle for a moment before getting the passenger side, waiting for Zoe to start the car.

“Any hints on what this ‘surprise’ is?” You asked as she started the drive to wherever the destination was. Your interest in whatever Zoe had to show you had peaked now you were on your way.

“Let’s just say I know you’re gonna love it,” Zoe teased, eyes on the road. She was grinning, and you wondered what could be so special for her to look so excited about something for you. You hummed in response and looked out the window at the world passing by for the remainder of the drive.

You weren’t in the car for long before you pulled up to a large pillared white house, surrounded by a black iron gate. Your eyes widened at the majestic sight. It was beautiful.

“Here we are,” Zoe said. She got out of the car and you quickly followed.

“Do you live here?” You asked curiously as Zoe opened the gate, ushering you inside.

She nodded. “For almost a year. It’s a pretty cool place, right?”

You hummed in agreement. She let the two of you into the house and you couldn’t help but gasp at the grandness of the interior. “This is beautiful,” you remarked, taking in the white walls and the chandeliers and grand staircase.

“Come on, your surprise is upstairs,” Zoe smiled and the two of you walked up the spiral staircase, still overwhelmed by the sight. This was a whole lot nicer than the dingy college dorm you lived in.

Zoe led you along a long hallway until you reached the final door on the one, pure white like everything else in this place. She knocked twice before opening the door. “Go inside,” her smile turned into a grin and she pushed open the door for you to enter.

It was quite a sparse room, with very little to no decoration and a bed and nightstand being the only pieces of furniture, asides a small chair in the other corner of the room, yet it still kept up the grand aesthetic the rest of the house you had seen shared.

A figure sat on the bed. He wore a black jumper, contrasting highly with the white surroundings and making him immediately noticeable to your eye. He was sitting with his back to you, but you still noticed the shaggy head of blonde hair that was oh so familiar. Too familiar.

The creek of the floorboards underneath your feet caught his attention and he slowly turned around to see you.

Kyle.

Your Kyle.

You froze in your place, unblinking, as you took in the sight in front of you. No, it couldn’t be. Kyle was dead, long dead. You’d just about come to terms with it now. This couldn’t be happening.

Kyle was still too, and the both of you spent what felt like forever just staring at each other, taking in the fact that you were in each other’s presence again. You felt as if you could hardly breathe. It felt like a dream. Surely this was a dream?

The trance the two of you were in was broken when Kyle uttered your name. That was his voice, Kyle’s voice. Just the sound of it brought tears to your eyes and you felt one slowly roll down your cheek.

“Kyle?” Your voice was barely above a whisper. This had to be a dream, and you wanted to wake up. This wasn’t fair. This would only cause her more pain when she inevitably awoke.

Kyle spoke your name again and stood up from the bed, yet you stayed frozen. You couldn’t bring yourself to move, afraid that if you even took one step all of this would wash away, as if your memory of Kyle would wash away.

He slowly walked towards you as you felt yourself continue to cry. You still felt unable to move and as Kyle inched closer your heart began to beat faster and faster. Your body felt hot, your hands slightly shaking. Was this real? Was this reality?

You felt the gentlest touch on your cheek. Kyle wiped away the tears staining your cheek, even though tears were glistening in his own eyes. Here he was, standing right in front of you and you took him all in. You noticed the scar that ran across one of his cheeks. Just above the collar of his shirt you could see another scar, circling his whole neck, that looked pretty deep. His hair was a mess, not neat and tidy how he usually liked to keep it, and you were pretty sure he was taller than you remembered. He looked different, but he was still Kyle.

The two of you locked eyes, and you acknowledged that you were now both crying. Your own hand mirrored Kyle’s and you reached out to clean his own cheek of tears. The skin under your finger was warm and you gently ran your thumb over the slightly rough texture of his scar. He was still Kyle.

Through the tears you noticed something in Kyle’s eyes, the familiar twinkle you always saw when he was smiling and laughing with you. And that was when you couldn’t control yourself anymore and you jumped at him, wrapping your arms around him tightly and pressing your face into his neck in the tightest embrace you had ever given him. He held you back just as tightly and you felt him press a kiss to the side of your head like he always used to. This was real, Kyle was real, and you couldn’t believe that you were lucky enough to have another chance with him.

“Kyle,” you cried into him, your tears non-stop flowing. “My Kyle.”

- - -

Outside, Zoe smiled as she watched the two of you embrace before quietly shutting the door and allowing you to have your loving moment of happiness and bliss.

•———•

Kyle and the reader finally got their happy ending! I’m really happy with how the alternate ending turned out and I hope it satisfied people who wanted a happy ending. I may have one or two ideas for a couple more fics in this series based on this alternate ending if anyone is interested.

Also, remember my requests are open!

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[specialagentlokitty]

Carol Danvers x teen!reader - be yourself

Hi! Can I ask for familial figure Carol Danvers story please where Reader is non-binary, and their family is very phobic to queer stuff, and so R runs away and Carol takes them in? - Anon💜

TW: mentions of unaccepting family

Standing in your living room, you took a look at your parents and you took a small breath.

“I uh.. I just wanted to tell you guys something…” you said quietly.

You mom smiled at you.

“Of course, what is it?”

Taking a deeper breath, you glanced away, running a hand up and down your arm nervously.

“I’m non binary…”

“Huh?” Your dad said.

Both of them sat up, looking at you sternly, and you subconsciously took a step back from them.

“I’m non binary… I Uhm… I don’t really feel like I identify as male or female… like they just don’t feel right…”

“Get that shit out of your head.” Your dad snapped.

You snapped your gaze to him in pure shock.

“There is no such thing! You were born as what you are so that’s what you are! You can’t change that!” Your mom yelled.

You felt tears burning your eyes as you listened to them go on and on about how it wasn’t right, how none of it was right and that you needed to see a doctor.

You stood for what felt like forever listening to them until you turned around, just leaving the room.

You slammed your door shut, and sank down against it as you cried.

You weren’t sure what kind of reaction you were hoping for, but it definitely wasn’t that. Maybe some confusion, but you never expected to hear such harsh things from your own parents.

When you came down for dinner they kept going on and on about it, glaring at you and making sure to use the wrong pronouns when talking about you.

You thought maybe it would get better but it never did, and after nearly a week of this, being forced to see a doctor, and the constant harsh things they would say, you couldn’t take it anymore.

You packed a bag and you left in the dead of night, running down the street, running as far as you could until you could find a bus out of town.

Then you got on that, not thinking anything through, where to go or what to do.

It was how you found yourself in an unknown city, living on the streets.

It wasn’t easy, but at least this way you didn’t have to listen to them anymore.

You could get by enough from helpful strangers who gave you money, and sometimes you would join with local homeless teenagers who would meet up in the park just to play games or talk.

You were making your way down to the homeless shelter for something to eat when you all but walked into somebody.

“Oh I’m really sorry!” You rushed out.

“That’s alright, are you okay?” She asked.

Looking up, you took a step back, nodding your head.

Of course you would recognise such a hero as soon as you saw her, Carol Danvers, Captain Marvel, everybody knew who she was.

“Yes, thank you? Are you? I swear I didn’t take anything from you, I’ll wait here while you check.”

Carol frowned a little bit.

“Why would I think you’d take something?”

You gave a small shrug.

“Most people do. I’m really sorry I’ve got to go, the kitchen at the shelter closes soon!”

With a small smile you ran past her, and Carol watched as you left.

You didn’t think you’d ever see her again until one evening she wondered upon you camping in a construction site, and she walked over.

“Hey, it’s dangerous you know.”

“Huh?”

You turned around.

“Sorry, I’ll go. I just thought it would be safer here.”

“Hey, hey wait a minute kid.”

You stopped walking, letting her jog over.

“I saw you come in here last night too, are you sleeping here?”

You shrugged a little bit.

“It’s cold, and it’s not safe for you to be out in the streets. I can take you home.”

“No! Don’t take me home!” You pleaded.

Carol raised her hands, quickly nodding her head.

“Alright, okay. We won’t go there, but I don’t feel right leaving you here, can I at least take you somewhere else for the night?”

You shook your head.

“All the shelters are full up, I gave my spot to a boy a little younger than me…”

“Okay, maybe a hotel or something?”

“No money and they won’t take me cause I’m all covered in dirt and stuff…”

“Alright, how about we just go for a walk, yeah? You know who I am right? You know I wouldn’t hurt you?”

You nodded your head, trailing after her as she led you back to the street, and you began to slowly walk around.

“What’s your name?” She asked.

“(Y/N).”

“How old are you?”

“(Y/A).”

She looked at you.

“You’re so young… why are you out here (Y/N)? Where’s your family?”

You frowned, turning away from her.

“Don’t know, don’t care… disowned me…”

“What? Why? You don’t seem like the kind of kid who would do anything so bad to be disowned.”

“Non binary…”

“Oh wow really? I know loads of non binary people! They’re all so friendly and always so happy! You know on some other planets that how they’re raised, as non binary, and they can decide later if they want to stay as non binary, or change that.”

You looked up at her.

“Woah, really? And nobody cares?”

Carol smiled, shaking her head.

“Nope, totally normal. I’m sorry that your parents can’t accept that.”

You shrugged a little bit, looking back down at your feet as you clutched the straps on your bag.

“That’s life…”

“Yeah but it shouldn’t have to be, there’s nothing wrong with it, it’s more normal than people think.”

Carol took you to get some proper food, and she spent the whole night searching for somewhere for you to stay until she came across a small motel who thankfully had a spare room.

She snuck you in, and handed you the key to the room.

“Here, I’ll come back with some clean clothes and stuff for you, don’t open the door unless you know it’s me okay?”

You nodded your head, locking the door after her.

You didn’t know why this big time superhero was looking after you, but you were thankful for it.

When she came back, you managed to get a shower, and you sat in front of her as she brushed and cut your hair for you.

“What’s it like travelling space?” You asked.

Carol smiled, telling you about it, what she did and things she had seen, and you sat there fascinated.

She kept coming back, bringing you more and more things for the next two weeks until finally she stood in front of you.

“I’m sorry I have to go.” She sighed.

“It’s okay, it was really nice to meet you, I hope you stay safe.”

“Will you stay safe?” She asked.

You gave a small shrug, giving her a little grin.

“The best I can.”

She nodded her head, heading towards the door, but she didn’t walk out, instead she turned around to look at you.

“Ever thought about travelling space?”

“Ever since I watched doctor who, they made it look so cool!”

This made her laugh, and she opened the door, holding her arm out to you.

“Come on then.”

“Seriously? You don’t even know me.”

“Yeah I do, come on, I could use the company and Fury is always telling me to get a friend to travel with me.”

You grinned from ear to ear, grabbing your bags as you ran over to her.

You were practically bursting with excitement and Carol just watched you with a gentle smile.

In a way you reminded her of when she was younger, people telling her who she could and couldn’t be, and you had chose to be who you were, and she found that amazing.

She was proud of that, she was proud of everybody who chose to be themselves despite what people said, and she was going to take you from the streets and give you the love and respect you should’ve had in the first place, be the parent you should’ve had in the first place

#marvel #marvel x y/n #marvel x you #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #Carol Danvers #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers x y/n #carol danvers x you #Carol Danvers imagine #captain marvel #captain marvel x reader #captain marvel x you #captain marvel imagine

[rachaelswrites]

First Premiere

Avengers Cast x ADHD!teen!reader

Word Count: 564

Requested By: Anonymous

another request here! again, avengers cast x adhd!reader. y/n first time of her being at the premiere, and the cast is keeping an eye on her, making sure she doesn’t get too distracted, being there on time, talking so sweet of her when they get to the q&n panel with the fans. avengers cast being really sweet, safely with her, caring etc :) 

A/N: Thank you for this second request! I’m having fun writing for adhd!teen!reader so feel free to request more

Tonight was your first premiere and your first Marvel movie. You were so excited you could bounce off of the walls, which is exactly why your team was handing you off to your co-stars to handle you for the night. You didn’t mind it, since you loved all of your cast mates and that made you even more excited.

After getting hair, makeup, and wardrobe done, you took a car to the hotel where Brie was staying. You two got along well and since she saw you as a little sister, she volunteered to take you under her wing for the night.

She met you in the lobby before the two of you were going to arrive at the premiere together.

“Are you excited?” she asked, already knowing the answer. She could practically feel you buzzing in the seat next to her.

“Of course I am! I have never had this much excitement in my life. I think if anything else happened, I might combust. I mean, I still might who knows,” you rambled.

Brie laughed a little before putting her hand on your shoulder, “Just take a deep breath and relax. And, if you do interviews, try to slow down a little bit.”

“But I’m so excited, Brie! I can’t contain it,” you explained.

She laughed at you and realized she wasn’t going to be able to stop you from being excited so she didn’t bother trying anymore, “Just stick with me and don’t wander off. If I lose you, your manager will kill me.”

~~~~~

Once you got to the venue of the premiere, you did the best you could in sticking close to Brie but there were a few times when you were needed for an interview but you were off talking to fans. As long as you were in eyesight of one of your cast mates you were fine.

When you were standing near the barriers separating the fans from the carpet, everyone was heading inside but you didn’t get the memo. Mark had to go off and find you and bring you back to the rest of the cast.

“Sorry I didn’t realize you guys were leaving,” you said as you and him tried to catch up to the rest of the group.

Mark shook his head, “It’s fine Y/n. We were all kind of prepared to watch over you.”

“You know what Sebastian and Anthony threatened to do to me last week?” you asked, changing the subject quickly on accident.

“What?” he asked.

“They threatened to put me on one of those stupid kiddie leash backpacks. Mackie even sent me a link to one asking if I liked it,” you explained, “I’m not that bad am I?”

“Well, you do have a tendency to wander,” Mark replied, earning a slap to the bicep from you.

“You’re supposed to say “no Y/n. They’re being ridiculous’ not agree with them,” you pouted.

“I’m kidding, I'm kidding,” he said, rubbing the spot where you just hit him, “Jeez you hit hard.”

“Oh yeah? You should see me run across this hallway right now. We should race to the theater,” you said, already taking off your shoes so you could run easier.

“No, let's not,” Mark said.

“Too late old man,” you yelled, taking off down the hallway.

Mark sighed, shook his head again and jogged to try and keep up with you.

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[attic-club-sandwich]

I Can See You

mammon x shae

18+ Only; Minors DNI

cw: afab!MC, self insert. Lots of heavy kissing, making out. A little bit of dry humping.

Summary: Shae has been crushing on Mammon for a quite some time now, and she gets butterflies every single time she’s around him. One day at RAD, she passes him in the hallway on her way to class, accidentally brushing shoulders with him. They share a brief glance, faces flushed, before muttering a quick apology and hurrying off. Shae spends her next class daydreaming about what could have happened if she had just gotten the courage…

A/N: This is another song fic inspired by "I Can See You" by Taylor Swift. I thought it was a perfect song for another Shae and Mammon fic and the thought was bouncing around in my head for so long lol I hope that you guys enjoy! If you like this one, please check out my other song fic, Dress. It's my baby. I'm so proud of it. (this is me begging you to read it).

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Shae’s heart is still beating hard in her chest. She can still feel the touch of Mammon’s shoulder against hers; the brief glances they stole at each other and the cheeky wink he gave her as they passed. Her freckled cheeks are flushed crimson, and she knows that Beel and Belphie can see this as she slips into the seat between them in their last class of the day. Surprisingly though, they don’t say anything about it. At least she doesn't think so. She’s not really paying attention at the moment.

She can’t remember when class actually started, completely blocking out the professor’s voice as he goes on about some sort of chemistry equation up on the board. Honestly, she’s got more important things on her mind right now. Her fingers twirl a strand of dark hair that frames her burning face as she thinks back to the brief moment they shared in the hallway. The Avatar of Greed tended to be completely oblivious to certain things…her feelings included. Suddenly, she’s not sitting in the classroom anymore. Instead, she finds that she’s landed back in that very corridor, other demons brushing past her in slow motion. She almost loses her balance as she suddenly finds herself surrounded. It wasn’t long before she felt the familiar sensation of a shoulder bumping into her. Quickly, she spins around to see Mammon continuing to make his way to his next class. Where is he going? Why didn’t he stop? Didn’t he see her? A pang of longing burns in her chest as she stares after him, trying to formulate her next step in her head. 

You brush past me in the hallway and you don’t think I can see you, do you? 

His tall frame disappears into the crowd, leaving her standing in place, clutching the strap of her bag hanging from her shoulder. Feeling frozen to her spot, Shae forces herself to take a step forward. Everything in her is screaming to go after him. To make her move. Finally, with a burst of courage, she pushes through the rush of RAD students. She begins following the direction that Mammon disappeared in, her eyes wide with anticipation of seeing him again. I’m not missing my chance with him this time, she thinks. When she makes her way out of the crowd, she spots him. He’s standing down at the end of the hall next to his locker. He’s fixated on his D.D.D., unaware of her piercing violet gaze on him. Her heart begins to beat fast again as he glances up from his phone, finally noticing her hesitation from down the hall. His golden gaze meets hers, and a slow smirk begins to form on his face. He slides his D.D.D into the pocket of his uniform pants, which are wrinkled and unkempt. She remembers Lucifer lecturing him about it before they left this morning, but she can’t help but adore that about him. He leans back against his locker, thumbs hooked into his pants pockets. His eyes never once left hers…almost like he was waiting for her. 

I can see you, waiting down the hall from me. 

Shae’s body seems to move on its own. She slowly approaches him and is taken aback when he gives her a quick wink before turning away and disappearing around the corner. Shae swallows hard, confusion and anger beginning to bubble in her chest in place of the nerves. What the hell is he doing? Was he not just waiting for me to come over here? Quickly, she sprints forward to chase him down. He always pulled shit like this. She rounds the corner when she bumps into something- no; someone. Someone who she can recognize by only the scent of his cologne; the half done up yellow tie and unbuttoned uniform shirt. She glances up at him, knowing her face has to be burning red. “H-Hey. Found you…finally.” She breathes nervously, her voice betraying her by trembling slightly. She waits for him to say something, but he only mumbles a brief, “Quick, come with me.” before grabbing her hand and pulling her with him into a nearby supply closet. Mammon closes the door quietly behind them, and finally turns around to face her. “Sorry, ya gotta be sneaky ‘round here. Never know who is watchin’ us.” He shoots her a smirk once more as he begins to move towards her. Shae’s hands are shaking as he gets closer. It’s not a very big closet, so he reaches her easily within a few strides. She’s face to face with him now, causing her to tip her head upwards to meet his gaze. Her hands are wavering as she finds them moving on their own, the deep desire to touch him taking over her thoughts. 

What would you do if I went to touch you now?

Her hand reaches up to rest on his cheek. It’s warm and she watches as his tanned skin begins to redden. “Yo.” he mumbles, nuzzling his cheek into her hand. His eyes flutter shut briefly, relaxing into the sensation of her soft hand resting on his burning skin. Shae giggles, grazing her thumb across his lips. He opens his mouth to catch her thumb delicately between his teeth, causing her to blush again. “You’re just teasin’ me, yanno?” This time Shae smirks as she slowly moves her face closer to replace her thumb with her lips. Mammon inhales sharply at the impact, slowly wrapping his arms around her as he returns the kiss. Shae lets out a small moan as the kiss deepens, and Mammon begins to back her up further into the closet. His lips are moving fiercely against hers now, and his hands are roaming up and down her sides, where they finally fall and rest against her hips. “Damn, Shae. You drive me crazy.” He breathes in between kisses, feeling her moving her hips so they are pressed firmly against his own. “Then do something about it. I won't tell.” She teases, reaching up to run her fingers through his now sweaty, silver bangs. 

I can see you up against the wall with me. 

With a growl, Mammon hoists Shae up so her legs are wrapped around his hips and her back is resting against the wall. His hands are holding her up by the underside of her thighs and he continues to kiss her feverishly. Between breathless kisses and heavy panting, his jacket is thrown on the floor. At some point, his tie is also loosened by Shae’s shaky fingers and his uniform shirt is fully unbuttoned, exposing the flushed, tanned skin of his chest. Beads of sweat are pooling in his collarbones as the temperature in the closest seems to drastically increase. Shae’s jacket is also tossed aside, and Mammon has unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her lacey, purple bra. He moves down to kiss her chest, and nip at the exposed flesh of her cleavage, savoring the small gasps and sighs escaping her lips. As he licks and nips at her chest, she feels a hand run up underneath her skirt. The feeling of his rough fingertips grazing over the soft flesh of her thighs cause her breathing to grow heavier and heavier. 

His white hair tickles her nose as he takes his time sucking purple bruises onto the pale skin of her breasts. Shae gasps, tightening her arms around his neck as she feels the sensation of his teeth grazing against her nipple. Apparently he had moved her bra out of the way at some point. She honestly didn’t care as he took the tiny bud into his mouth, sucking feverishly. “M-Mams…please…” she whines softly, running her fingers through his hair. He glances up at her briefly before finally releasing her nipple. “That good, babe?” he smirks, bringing his head up to rest his forehead against hers. Nodding, Shae takes the opportunity to place another kiss against his swollen, red lips. “Fuck yes, more than good.” Mammon chuckles, a mischievous glint shining in his half lidded golden gaze. “Just wait ‘till ya see half the things that haven’t happened yet. I’ve been waitin’ for eternity for ya to chase me down like this.” She can feel his hardness as he begins to grind into her, chasing the friction that they both desperately crave. Shae rolls her hips back into his, and gasps as he frantically ruts against her. Their soft moans fill the tiny closet, and Shae is almost sure they are being quiet enough. At least she thought so, until they were interrupted by hard knocks on the closet door. 

“...s…hae…lynn”

“Shaelynn…” “SHAELYNN!”

Suddenly, Shae is staring point blank into the face of her professor. “U-Uh, y-yes?” She stammers, still feeling heat pooling in her cheeks as well as…other places. “You’ve managed to doze off for the entire class. Are you feeling alright?” The demon asked, a look of concern showing on his face. She couldn’t blame him for being worried, it wasn’t like her to just start daydreaming for an entire class period. “Y-Yes, i’m fine. I’m Sorry, I think I must be coming down with something…” she muttered, gathering up her bag. Thankfully, most of the class had already left, and weren’t there to witness her embarrassment. “Well please go home and get some rest. I won’t let it slide again.” Shae nodded harshly as she practically sped out of the classroom. “I promise it won’t happen again!” 

As she left the classroom, she once again bumped into someone. She glanced up, her face still burning red from embarrassment - amongst other emotions. “M-Mammon?!” She squeaked, clutching her bag strap to her shoulder. This was the very last (and also the very first) person she really wanted to see right now while she was in this state. “Yo. I Heard from the twins that you were fallin’ asleep in class. I’m supposed to be lookin’ after ya and here you go causin’ all sorts of trouble!” As he stood there lecturing her, the only thing she could focus on was how she didn’t think her face could get any hotter. Of course the twins were in class with her, they witnessed the entire thing…and of course they would go blab to Mammon about it.  “So, ya wanna tell me about what’s goin’ on with you today? Belphie would only give me a stupidly annoying smirk when I asked about it. ” Laughing nervously, Shae brushed her hand against his as they began to walk down the hallway together, ready to head home for the day. But she really didn’t want to go home just yet…this could finally be her chance. She let out a small chuckle, “You wouldn’t believe half the things I see inside my head.” Mammon glanced down at her, clearly confused. “Whaddya mean?” This time it was Shae’s turn to smirk as she began to pick up her pace. He gaped after her as she spun around to face him, “I’ll meet you down at the end of the hallway!” 

#cass writes #my writing #obey me writing #obey me! one master to rule them all #obey me! shall we date? #obey me! nightbringer #obey me mammon #obey me mc #mc!shae #self insert #song fic #obey me #obey me boys #obey me fic #obey me fanfiction

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

Pretty As A Picture - Chapter 2

Marvel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: When Bucky fell from the train, their soulmate was told he was gone. When Steve Rogers disappeared into the ice, their soulmate was again told one her soulmates were gone. But she didn't believe it. Couldn't believe it. Committed to a mental health institute, she dies of a broken heart. That's at least what the hidden S.H.I.E.LD files say, but if that's the case than why is there a photo of her. A photo that shows her side by side two redhaired Avengers.

Chapter Summary: Bucky doesn't need to know how to print a photo, but he needs to know why his dead soulmate is in the one he's looking at.

Chapter Warning: Mentions of death, sad Bucky. Mentions of vomiting.

Bucky felt like his stomach was going to full out his ass. He slowly rose from picking up the photo, feeling like he’d met his stomach on the way back up.

“How?” He asked, voice breaking as he spoke.

“How what James?” Asked Wanda, brow furrowed as she picked up on his distress.

“How? The photo? How?”

“Wanda took the photo on her phone, it was then sent by a wireless connection to the printer. Would you like us to show you how it works?” replied Vision.

“It’s not that Vis, I don’t think? James?”

Bucky felt his confusion boil over into anger. Did the synthezoid really think he didn’t know how to print a picture? He’d lived in Wakanda, the most advanced country in the world for a year and these idiots think he can’t work a damn printer and a phone.

“Not the damn phone! The photo! How do you have a photo? A photo of her?!?” Bucky’s frustration aimed at Wanda. Vision not taking too kindly to his raised voice being aimed at Wanda, stepped towards him, placing himself slightly in front of her.

“Sergeant Barnes, I’m going to ask you to calm down.”

“Vis, it’s Ok.” She replied stepping around him “James, the photograph? She looks like someone you know?”

Wanda didn’t really need to ask. Bucky’s stoic behaviour usually caused him to block his emotions and feelings from Wanda reading him but now they were fully on show and streaming out of him. She couldn’t not see them. A reaction like this meant one thing. Soulmates.

Bucky nodded tears beginning to rundown his cheeks.

“How do you have this? How do you have her on a photo?”

“Her? Who do you think this is?” She asked pointing at the woman in the photo with herself and Nat.

“She's ours. She’s my soulmate. Our soulmate.” He answered.

Even with his super soldier hearing, so caught up in seeing his lost soulmate, Bucky was oblivious that the rest of the team were now standing behind him. Including Steve.

“What? Buck what are you talking about?” Asked Steve.

Bucky turned towards Steve his hand shaking as he passed him the photo.

“How is this possible? How?”

Natasha’s eyes caught a glimpse of the photo he was holding, discreetly side eyeing Wanda who nodded.

“Anyone want to bring me up to speed here?” asked Tony, trying to catch a glimpse of the photo. Bruce did the same, recognising all of the people pictured immediately.

“Well, that’s Natasha, that’s Wanda and that’s…..wait what’s going on? When did you meet her?” Bruce asked Steve.

“Okay, well I’m no more informed with Bruce’s explanation. Ladies want to enlighten us?”

Nobody answered as Steve headed towards Wanda, eyeing her stack her photos.

“Do you have more?”

Wanda nodded, flicking through the others and pulling out another picture. The same figure this time front and centre, holding a stick of candyfloss. Grinning like it’s the best thing in the world. Natasha is in the background with an expression that is very Natasha, slight smirk, slight eyebrow raise. Wanda thought it captured both your personalities perfectly.

“Here.” She passed the photo to Steve. He let out a choked sob, pushing the photo toward Bucky, rushing into the bathroom, the sound of heaving heard before the door closed.

Unable to hold his simmering emotions anymore, Bucky sank to the floor, clutching the photo and sobbed.

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[wisteria-cherry]

forty days and forty nights (day seventeen!)

(merry christmas cherry blossoms)

(i decided to post on saturdays too because i got impatient)

on the third day, bakugo still hadn’t returned. takumi was working with you for the third day in a row, and she still wouldn’t tell you anything.

“sorry, i have to get back to work,” she’d say. “maybe you should ask someone else.” this was disorienting. you didn’t even understand why she wouldn’t tell you.

“please, takumi?” you pleaded. it was kind of pathetic, if you were being honest with yourself. takumi was young, younger than you. she couldn’t be older than 17. she was definitely pretty, too, with long, straight, sandy blonde hair and bangs to frame her pale face nicely, with icy blue eyes that now bore into yours in a constant state of deadpan.

“i’m going to refill the baked goods cabinet.” takumi turned away.

“can’t you at least tell me why you won’t say?” you called. takumi paused.

“because it’s not for me to tell you.” she said, ever wise beyond her years.

“oh.” was your equally wise response as takumi went to the back to do what she’d promised.

for me to find out. you mused takumi’s words as you made rounds, refilling drinks and making sure everyone was taken care of. but how do i find out? you frowned slightly as you poured mrs. hatsugawa her earl grey tea.

you’d just finished refilling another regular’s coffee— ed, an old man who hailed from the United States. he was completely in love with mrs. hatsugawa and really only came to the cafe to see her, too shy to make conversation. however, she was still very in love with her late husband, so it was really a bittersweet, unrequited love that you witnessed every day. ed was always friendly.

“thank you, dear,” ed smiled at you. you wanted to giggle like a schoolgirl— ed, whether intentionally or not, tended to mimic mrs. hatsugawa’s tendencies, like calling younger folks “dear”.

“of course, ed,” you smile before returning to the counter.

how do i find out? you considered for a moment. well, how did other people find out?

they asked, obviously. so, as soon as you got home from your horrifically long shift, you were back on your phone, ready to text bakugo.

your finger hovered over the send button as you stared at your message to him—

hey, you ok?

you deleted the message. maybe you’re making a big deal out of this. maybe he was fine and just didn’t want to get coffee at the café anymore.

maybe it was your fault.

you instantly shook the thought away. he liked you. even mina, during your wednesday outing, had told you what a marvel it was that bakugo was actually tolerant of you. you tried again.

you haven’t come in for awhile, people are talking about you.

no, that won’t do. that makes it seem like you’re trying to make him feel guilty for not coming in. of course, he probably wouldn’t feel guilty, but the point still stands. you stared at the previous messages between you two. there weren’t many. just bakugo telling you mina’s address for the party last week and you thanking him. he didn’t reply after that.

working on your caffeine addiction?

now that just seemed rude, too. one coffee a day isn’t an addiction. plenty of people had one coffee a day and weren’t addicted. you deleted it.

i miss you

delete.

come back soon, won’t you?

delete.

hey bakugo! how’ve you been?

hm.

acceptable.

you figured that it wouldn’t get much better than that. so, you sent it, deciding that it was late and you should go to bed.

you didn’t sleep that night.

“that’s for you to find out.”

(don’t forget to comment + give ur thoughts :)

@k0z3me @cherryblossomclarity @jazzafaye5294

#bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #bakugou #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #katsuki bakugo oneshot #mha #slow burn #pro hero bakugo x reader #dynamight #bakugo slow burn #coffee shop au

[sithqueenkat]

Late night training sessions: Maul x female reader

Warnings: slight fluff and angst but really nothing serious

Summary: Maul is home from a mission and the female reader decides to have a little fun training session with him to distract him for a while.

Word count: 813

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It wasn’t often that you caught him at a quiet moment. Between your job at a local cantina and his traveling around the galaxy, you rarely spent nights together anymore. This is why you were shocked to find him sprawled out on a chair reading a book in your combined living space.

“You’re home early,” you marveled as you made your way over to where he sat.

He let out a soft grunt as you moved to sit on his lap.

“Most missions lead to dead ends for now,” he replied, planting a kiss on your forehead as he pulled you in closer. You enjoyed these small moments. They somehow felt more intimate than anything done in the bedroom which was often aggressive and rushed. 

“You’ll find him someday,” you said softly as you buried yourself deeper into his chest. He was off searching for some fallen Jedi most weeks. You weren’t sure why this one was so important, not being force sensitive yourself, but you supported him nonetheless.

“For now, I get to spend time with you, and that is enough.”

You knew he enjoyed these smaller and quieter moments as well. 

“Yet you’re spending it reading?” you asked with a huff. This was one of his more tame hobbies, but it didn’t change the fact that you wanted his attention.

“This book is important,” he replied, showing you the cover. It was littered in ancient runes and a text you could almost understand. “It’s full of ancient powers that can be obtained through the force. For good and for malicious intent.”

Something no one talked about was how intelligent he was. Reading ancient tongues. Expanding his knowledge. These were all things no one would expect from a normally brute being.

You stood up from where you had been perched on his lap and walked over to the dinner table. It was here he had put his lightsaber, his most prized possession. He didn’t mind you being around such a powerful weapon, and you knew he could summon it into his hand in a moment's notice.

You picked it up and ignited it, marveling at the heat and buzz that radiated from it.

“That is not a toy,” he remarked, not even bothering to look up from his book.

You began waving it around, barely listening to a thing he said. For a moment you were on the battlefield, fighting good and bad.

Suddenly an invisible force began tugging at your waist, and you were being pulled across the room against your will. You stopped right in front of Maul, where he steadied you by placing one hand on your hip, holding the other one out for you to put the saber in.

“I don’t want you hurting yourself,” he said sternly. His eyes shone with fear at the thought of losing you.

“Then teach me how to wield it,” you replied, barely an inch from his face. You enjoyed being so close to him.

He grunted again before setting his book down. He knew he wasn’t getting out of this one so easily. He cleared his throat before standing up.

He placed both his hands on your core, not bothered in the slightest at the ignited lightsaber you still held. You knew he could disarm you in a moment.

“Your strength and balance come from here,” he stated. You tried to contain the blush forming on your cheeks at his hand placement. “When someone comes at you, full force, you want to have a steady base. It is harder to fight if you’re knocked off balance.”

You listened to his words and stiffened up slightly, holding the saber with two hands now. 

“Good girl,” he purred, pushing on you slightly to check your balance.

Your knees went weak at his words. 

“You need only hold the lightsaber with one hand,” he instructed. “You could use your other for calling on the force.”

You immediately broke form and scowled at him. “You know I can’t do that,” you whined.

He took this opportunity to knock you over, probably in the most gentle way he could, disarming you entirely. You heard the saber hiss off behind you as he braced himself with both arms over top of you.

“Never lose your balance,” he reminded you with a smile on his face.

You leaned back on the ground, bracing yourself on your elbows, and let out a laugh. You enjoyed the weight of him on top of you and couldn’t begin to complain about the heat growing inside of you. He leaned in to kiss you before standing up where he pulled you up beside him. The kiss was soft and tender and full of passion, but you could sense a growing desperation from him. He then picked you up and carried you off to your bedroom, and well, you know the rest ;)

#star wars #jedi maul #maul #maul fic #darth maul #darth maul x reader #maul x reader #jedi fallen order #jedi #sith

[kolbisneat]

MONTHLY MEDIA: December 2023

And so the year draws to a close! Big movie month and hoping to carry that over into the new year.

……….FILM……….

Turning Red (2022) Late to the game on this but it’s so great! When they talk about the ritual and that the words to the music don’t matter, I knew it was gonna lead to 4*Town playing a key role, but what they did on top of that was a genuine surprise and what takes this to the next level: they embrace the obvious setups but add an extra twist to the payoffs. So great.

The Fate of the Furious (2017) Okay I really love the idea of evil Dom so this movie moooooostly works. I’m still getting caught up on the series but even knowing that Han is alive, it’s still baffling that Shaw is embraced by the crew. He killed that whole hospital wing! 

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (2001) These are of course Christmas films and I’ve noticed a transition in myself having not seen them for many years. I once liked the earlier movies for how faithful they were to recreating the books, but I now see how that the accuracy is at the expense of the movie’s pacing. Still really impressed with how well cast the core trio is even at this age.

The Santa Clause (1994) Nostalgia overwhelms my perspective on this but, as far as I can tell, this holds up pretty well. Starting Scott off as just...kinda the worst makes his transition all the better and I think is where Tim Allen is at his best. Plus a lot of really great sight gags which I don’t really see anymore (like the Denny’s full of sad dads).

Confess, Fletch (2022) Fun and the sort of movie I wish got made more often. Not all of the humour really landed but the characters were engaging and the mystery lead to a lot of fun. Perfectly decent rainy day watch.

The Night Before (2015) A lot of ups and downs with this one. At it’s best it’s very funny but when it slows down it really grinds to a halt. I wonder if the hangover movies have the same challenge. Also 100% thought the steroid injection was insulin.

Frosty the Snowman (1969) and Santa Claus is Comin' to Town (1970) Two Rankin Bass classics that really highlight the best that this production company could do.

No Hard Feelings (2023) and Easy A (2010) The former was a pretty fun comedy that didn’t have a lot of comedy and the later was a comedy that I remember loving when it came out but not really connecting upon rewatch. Would I still recommend both? I think so, but only lightly.

……….TELEVISION……….

Blue Eye Samurai (Episode 1.01 to 1.04) A good chunk into the season and really digging it. The characters are rich and layered and the show is doing a good job of exploring those layers in an engaging story. Plus the setting/time period allows for a lot of really great visuals. Definitely making the most out of the premise and stoked for the rest of the season.

Poker Face (Episode 1.08 to 1.10) Such a satisfying series. The majority of the episodes stand on their own but the bigger picture occasionally pops up, until the end of the season where it becomes the main focus. Just like TV used to be! Really beautiful wardrobe and set design, all the actors seem to be having a great time, and each episode feels thoroughly realized. Big fan can’t recommend enough. 

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off (Episode 1.07 to 1.08) Came into it expecting something else and it’s gonna take some time to adjust to what it was. Gotta rewatch but really no complaints! 

……….YOUTUBE……….

Plagiarism and You(Tube) by hbomberguy Yes I did watch a 4 hour video on plagiarism and you should too. VIDEO

when the director is overqualified for the job by CinemaStix I never really considered how similar the early Harry Potter movies but it all makes sense. VIDEO

Stop Taking ANY Advice From TikTok by Extranet Shaquille A quick and light reminder that social media isn’t worried about truth or accuracy in any way. VIDEO

The Marvelization of Cinema by Stories of Old This succinctly explains (to me, at least) why some modern remakes/sequels/reimaginings land and some don’t. In short you gotta ask if it’s purpose is to tell a story or maintain a brand. VIDEO

……….READING……….

There is a Tide aka Taken at the Flood by Agatha Christie (Page 122 of 224) Picked up a bunch of old Agatha Christie books at a thrift store (partly because of the cool covers, partly cause I like mystery as a genre but never read it). Turns out this is EXACTLY what I needed right now. It’s been a while since I was this stoked to keep going with a story and this specific story feels like a great influence on the first Knives Out movie in that it’s centred around a lot of family drama vying for control of a deceased benefactor’s money. So stoked and gonna grab more of these when I can. Hey do you have old DELL copies of Christie novels you don’t want? Lemme know.

Tiger in the Stars by Zach Hughes (Complete) Okay so I picked this up while thrifting. There were DOZENS of these Laser Books and figured I’d try one and see what they were like. Turns out...not that great. Some fun ideas but moved at a snail’s pace and felt like there was a lot of padding. Something like this feels like a Goosebumps book (short, quick output, somewhat formulaic) but in comparison, I think I’d prefer R. L. Stein.

Delicious in Dungeon Vol. 2 by Ryoko Kui (Complete) Again rereading as the series draws to a close and it’s still such a joy. These characters are fully formed right from the beginning and it’s such a good study in dramatic escalation as right now it still feels light and fun and I love it.

The Michael Moorcock Library: The Chronicles of Corum Vol. 1: The Knight of Swords by Mike Baron, Mike Mignola, Rick Burchett, & Kelly Jones (Complete) Love these illustrated retellings of the old pulp fantasy novels. Sometimes the limited page count leads to pacing that feels rushed and a scale that feels smaller than the grandiosity of the subject matter, but every adaptation requires sacrifice. Gonna keep going with this series and also try to find the original books!

……….AUDIO……….

Cold & Blue All Over (Demo) by Blue Freezie (2023) A little punk, a little surf rock, a little rockabilly, and all a good time. Big fan of this album and hoping there’s more to come.

……….GAMING……….

Neverland: A Fantasy Role-Playing Setting (Andrews McMeel Publishing) The Tuesday D&D crew is back in Neverland and sorting out this Elf problem! They’ve killed one and are on their way to killing some more. It’s more nuanced than that and you can read all about it here.

Oz: A Fantasy Role-Playing Setting (Andrews McMeel Publishing) The Mof1 D&D crew just robbed a funeral and started a riot! Who knows what’s gonna happen next.

And that’s it. See you in January!

#Monthly Media #Kolbisneat #Andrew Kolb

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Surrounded By You

Chapter 2

Authors note: updates probably won’t always be this quick but who knows haha 

Word count: 1418          

Warnings: hurt/comfort

Nat Masterlist     Marvel Masterlist    SBY Masterlist

   “Nat?” she questions as the portal closes behind them. 

   This confuses the Russian, though she looks vaguely familiar she doesn't know this woman and the only people she lets call her Nat were those closest to her. Clint and Y/n. She must be close to this world version of her.

   Stephens hands massage his temples, “America….explain”

  “This is Natasha” she nervously states, cringing at her own answer

   “Really?” he scoffs

   “Steven.” Wanda chastises, “We can see it’s Natasha honey. But it’s obviously not our Natasha so we need to know why she's here” 

   The girl nods in agreement, “I’m not exactly sure what Earth she's from, but it wasn’t a good place for her to be anymore.”

   Wanda nods, slightly understanding. She knows America wouldn’t do something so risky without a reason. And if this Natasha was anything like the one she knew, then something really bad must have happened for her to be willing to leave those she cared about behind.

  “Why is she here?” Strange asks, straight to the point 

  Wanda scoffs, “Don’t be rude! She's right there!”

  “I’m not being rude!” he defends, “I’m just concerned as to why a person from another multiverse is standing in front of us instead of remaining on her world”

   “Didn’t you hear me, it wasn’t a good place to be anymore.” America states

   He sighs, “Be that as it may, you can’t just bring anyone you want back here with you. We have rules and a procedure to follow.”

   “But she was lonely.” she defends

   “Lonely?? You brought her here because she was lonely?” he questions

   “You'd be lonely too if you were the last person on earth” Natasha mumbles just loud enough for everyone to hear

   Stephen can feel Wandas glare on him and he shrinks in on himself as his cloak slaps the back of his head. 

   “Forgive me for being so crass.” he offers, “It's just that, well our world already has a Natasha Romanoff and we don’t know the kind of repercussions bringing someone from another multiverse to ours may have. Not to mention what happens if the somebody brought here already exists here.”

  Americas gaze goes to the floor, “I’m sorry, I know the unknowns are dangerous but I couldn’t just leave her there. Not like that. Not all alone and with a robot army about to kill her.” 

   Wanda smiles at her, “It’s ok. We’ll figure things out. Right Stephen?”

   He sighs, “Wong will kill me, be yes. We’ll sort everything out.” 

   “I’m sorry but, who the hell is Wong?” Natasha asks, “And who are the two of you?”

   It's then that he realizes a distinct lack of manners, “Terribly sorry, Im Stephen. Doctor Stephen Strange”

   Natasha shakes his hand, “I’d introduce myself but seems a bit pointless when you obviously know the other version of me”

   Wanda chuckles before approaching. She ignores the outstretched hand in front of her, going in for a hug instead. The spy tenses slightly in her hold, barely returning the gesture as her brows furrow. As the brunette pulls away she can’t help but find something recognizable in her face. She's seen her before, on her world. She's sure of it.

   “I’m Wanda Maximoff” she says, bringing Nat out of her thoughts, “Sorry for the unexpected hug. It's just, you're Nat. And weather your the one I know or not, I know you needed that

   She nods, relaxing slightly, “It’s alright. You must be pretty close with the other me.”

   “Yeah, we are. You, well my Nat and I are very close friends” she answers

   Stephen clears his throat, “To answer your other question Wong is our friend and fellow sorcerer. The most powerful one actually”

   “Sorcerer Supreme” Wanda adds, “He's a stickler for rules, which have definitely been broken here. But that's nothing new, Stephen and I are quite skilled at causing trouble with him”

   “Which doesn't excite me for our conversation. Still, he has to be told” the man sighs, “In the meantime, we have to figure out what to do. She can stay here of course or there's the option of introducing her to the others. Even if that would be a little peculiar for them”

   At the mention of the team Wanda can practically feel the womans pain, can hear how her thoughts travel to her lost loved ones. Glimpses of her memories with them fill Wandas mind, and she can see how similar some relationships were between the two Natashas. 

   “ America why don’t you take her to my study.” she says, “While Stephen goes to talk with Wong I’ll bring some of the team here to see her. If that's alright with you?”

   She nods, “I know they aren’t the people I knew, but I’d still like to meet them and get to know them here. Maybe they won’t be so different”

   Strange wastes no time using his sling ring to create a portal to Kamar-Taj as Wanda teleports herself to the tower. Natasha gestures with her hand, indicating she's ready to follow, so America leads her to the study and watches as the woman approaches the large window to look over New York. She ignores the tears she sees rolling down the assassins checks, she knows Natasha hates showing emotion like this in front of others.

   “Beautiful view.” she rasps out. So many people. So much life.

   “Yeah it is.” she admits, “Can I get you anything while we wait for them? Tea maybe? Something to eat?”

   Despite being hungry and in need of a calming cup of tea, she finds herself far too nervous and excited to admit that. She isn’t sure who all Wanda intends to bring to meet her, though she suspects that herself will be the first. The thought of seeing another version of herself, one that didn’t endure quite as much trauma sets her on edge.  Years of loneliness and grief have done a toll on her mind. Would this Natasha see that and find it a weakness unfitting of her Black Widow title or would she sympathize and help her regain confidence and find happiness? 

  She doesn't have much time to ponder the question as multiple sets of footsteps can be heard from down the hall. They stop before continuing, now only three sets come their way. One is so distinct and familiar it causes her chest to ache. Y/n

   She quickly turns to face the entryway, sucking in sharp breath as her own face stares back at her. Then your y/e/c eyes meet hers and her resolve crumbles. She knows you aren’t her Y/n, the one she shared years and love with but at the same time, you are her. You are her, and she can’t stop herself from seeking your embrace, longing to hear your voice once more.

   She rushes to you, tears blurring her view, not allowing her to see the confusion and protectiveness that washes over her counterpart's face. But she's quick to wrap you up in her embrace, practically burying her face in your shoulder. You don’t hesitate to return the embrace, she may not be your girlfriend but she was still Natasha and you couldn’t just turn your feelings for the woman off. Besides she was obviously very distraught, and just like your Natasha she went to you for comfort. You would never deny her that, even if you were confused. 

   “Hey, it's ok. I got you” you mumble to the top of her head, but this seems to only cause her to cry more. 

   Your girlfriends protectiveness melts away as she quite literally watches herself fall apart in your embrace. She knows the very basics that Wanda had relayed, but she doesn't know what's happened to this other version of her. But she can see the other woman needs this, so for now she’ll allow it.

   “I’m sorry” she finally breathes out, “I couldn’t save you- couldn’t save my Y/n. I miss you- her so much” she admits, though she doesn't let you go

  Your girlfriend's heart plummets. She can’t imagine what it would be like without you, to lose you would crush her entire being. And although she worried about what two hers will mean and how it will affect thigs, she can’t help the comforting hand that now rubs her other selves back in a soothing manner.

  “You're safe here.” she offers, “It will be ok”

   And for the first time in years, despite everything, she believes those words.

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#natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #marvel #fanfic #marvel fanfiction

[oceansprompts]

marvel's midnight suns | misc quotes 5

But I guess Queens is not important enough for the news media to cover.

Sometimes I feel like I should be there with her…

Second… New York already had a hellmouth in Staten Island…

Yes, How do I stop my science-minded brain from melting into whimpering sludge?

I even knew a doctor that accidently turned himself into a vampire.

Why, because one of my ex-nemeses now lives in the same building…

Anyway, that’s not the only reason I’m on edge…

So, word on the street is that you just got a massive shipment of artisan sodas…

But that’s just it, what if that radioactive spider decided to chomp down on someone else’s behind…

Wow. The books in this place are something else…

I’m not asking you to pull any strings for me or anything like that…

So, you got a favorite genre of music we could put the tune to?

You said be the best I can be and I’m all for that…

So, I’m the guy who stops bag snatchers and ATM thieves…

So, are you one of the kids? Or the second oldest adult? I don’t know how to treat you.

I haven’t lived with people outside of family. Am I doing it wrong? Do I write an apology note, or… How do I fix this?

Here, I have access to two whole Super Hero teams, each with their own way of doing things. It’s eye-opening.

So what’s your preference? I heard you spent much of your life working solo…

So you’re an open book, huh?

Is that something you were striving for?

Did you ever go through a rebellious stage?

I used to be self-conscious of my appearance…

Do you have any desire to fly?

My reputation might be intimidating…

Unless you don’t have the desire to explore.

You don’t see me as hard to approach?

Uh… Thanks again for what you did for me…

We’ve been so busy. I haven’t processed what I did under their control…

The worst are the faces I don’t remember…

Then… Nothing. I’ve had that one on loop for days.

Hey, uh… You didn’t read it, did you?

I spent most of my childhood trying to measure up to that monster’s unattainable standards.

True, it’s just this place reminds me of the church…

No, he caught the bad guy like he always does…

I’m really starting to get used to this place…

Those heroes often do what is “right”, even if that means…

Oh, that’s my stomach. I think it’s time for a snack…

I–I think you misunderstand. The suit turns into my clothes…

Okay, so far. Kinda reminds me of summer camp, but…

It sounds dangerous and I like that…

Yeah. But it’s also distracting having someone chew your ear off…

I thought I smelled a weird doggy odor…

It’s essentially a substance used to make people into weapons.

We can’t all be born as unlucky as me.

I don’t get that feeling anymore, do you?

The map we have is pretty loose, but luckily, you’re gonna have me leading the way…

Yup, and we’re sorely lacking in the Hulk-killer department.

I hid Cap’s ‘America’s Number One Dad’ mug someplace he’ll never find it.

Man was I glad when indoor plumbing became a thing.

So, uh… Thanks for not leaving this old man behind.

Something softer, like Bob or Moonchild…

Or… maybe it’s the fact that I somehow managed to make a new friend.

Well so much for that. So… uh… What do you like to do for fun?

But spending time with you has given me complete utter faith…

The air always feels wrong here. Makes my hair stand on end.

No. You and me, doing this? Living weapons ain’t designed to relax. Can make a fella downright resentful.

Okay, I’m on sabbatical…

Don’t get in the habit of relaxing like this. Our enemies don’t take the day off.

I’ve seen how you are together…

When you run into someone you thought was gone for years…

#roleplay memes #rp sentence meme #sentence meme #sentence starters #roleplay

[shandycandy278]

shandy if u were anything but my friend id judge u harshly for liking incredibles 2 but since u are im just staring at u like an autism creature

OKAY BUT LIKE??? INCREDIBLES 2 WAS SO GOOD THOUGH?????

I understand some people have hold ups about it, especially when comparing it to the first one, but from a story telling stand point and all the little things added along side it with the details and the THOUGHT put into it it’s SO GOOD.

Small note: I decide if something is good or not not based on if I personally like it/enjoyed it, but that alongside the storytelling and writing that went behind it!

For example; Marvel movies are kinda just okay for me. There are so many people that enjoy it a lot and I understand the hype!! The ones I’ve seen were feet fun to watch!! But outside of Infinity War, Endgame, Doctor Strange, and Thor L&T, I can’t really say I personally enjoyed them.

On the other hand, the recent (but not most recent) Wonder Woman movie that I like for its story was really cool from a story standpoint! But I didn’t exactly enjoy watching it.

And on the final hand that I am holding with both hands is Into the Spiderverse because it’s so fun to watch AND it’s story is awesome!!!! So it’s like, up in my main favorites list. The other two are also in favorites lists, but for their own categories specifically. If that makes sense? Puss in Boots, The Last Wish is ALSO in both categories and in my special third category!

The Incredibles 2 falls more under the second Category with Wonder Woman, but I rather enjoyed watching it, too. Just not as much as some others on my third and most important favorites lists.

Another small note: I’m about to go on a ramble but it might not entirely be accurate because I haven’t seen it since it came out! If I get something wrong pls be easy lolllll

The thing I love the most about The Incredibles 2 is that it not only IMMEDIATELY started from the ending of the first movie, but that it also tackled the biggest plot hole of the first movie: Superheroes are still absolutely positively 100% illegal.

Like??? The end of the first one confused me SO MUCH as a kid!!! The whole theme throughout that first movie was that Bob wanted to be a hero again but legally couldn’t be what he wanted to be, and that Dash and Violet were struggling a bit, growing up with powers and unable to exercise them without getting in trouble. They were in hiding!!! It was this whole moral dilemma for Helen to go through!!!!

And they just ended the first movie with “YAY SUPERHEROES SAVE THE DAY ITS A HAPPY ENDING FOR ALL!!! LOOK THEY GET TO BE HEROES AGAIN!!!”

At first my little kid brain was like “YAY HAPPY ENDING”, but as I grew older (like a few years later tbh) I was watching it again and it just… confused me. So much.

What had happened with the law??? Were they in trouble and we just weren’t shown it??? Did the writers just forget that the law even existed by the end of the movie?????

And Incredibles 2 fixed that! It absolutely sucked that they got in trouble for trying to help, but the truth is that heroes are absolutely 100% still illegal. They aren’t allowed! I don’t know why they didn’t get in trouble the first time with Syndrome, but it showed the repercussions of their actions. Even if it’s an unfair law.

And then they find someone who wants to CHANGE the law. Like, who genuinely wants to help them. Who has the money AND means to do so.

Keep in mind; ever since going into hiding, Helen and Bob have had to move REPEATEDLY with the help of the agency and their agent. An agency that can’t even properly help them hide and live a normal life anymore, by the way (as shown in the second movie). The beginning of the first Incredibles movie literally starts with Helen celebrating “I finally unpacked the last box! Haha!” Because they’ve moved around so much because of the law.

They don’t have money from it either. Bob was at a job that doesn’t suit him and in a car he doesn’t fit in because that’s all they can afford. And he had been fired, too! It might not look like it, but they’re honestly? probably in poverty. Or at least, really flipping close to it. They lived always on that edge, always stressing about having to move again and about money. Even if they’re trying to make the most of it. Even if they had enough to get by after Syndrome and everything. They didn’t have enough to really live, just… survive.

And the guy who meets them not only wants to help repeal the law, but he wants to give them a LIFE. He gives them a house to live in, free of charge. He pays Helen (or at least pays for groceries and bills and the like) for them so that Bob, Violet, Dash, and Jack-Jack can live a comfortable life in a safe place for their powers to be used and practiced while Helen works to make life better not JUST for them, but for all super heroes.

It’s a wonderful offer. One that’s absolutely too good to be true! But the one who proposes it is so genuine with wanting it and literally his ONLY stipulation is that they work to help him change the law, starting with Elastagirl, and that Helen can’t be with her family for a little while. Not until the next phase of the plan arrives, anyway- but when that happens they’d all be able to live together again, no longer in hiding and living comfortably.

(We’re not including his sister’s motives in this, because the offer didn’t come from both of them. It genuinely came from HIM, and she just went along with it and used that to her advantage.)

And during this whole thing, Bob is struggling with the idea of himself. His self image is this hero who helps stand up for the weak!!! The one people count on and rely on!!! Heck, he literally took the first chance he could to get to BE a hero again, not even questioning the authenticity behind the robot and the island. Before that, he was showing up to robberies and other villainy shenanigans looking like a LITERAL BAD GUY just so that he could get a TASTE of that again!

And when a third chance shows up? He’s told he can’t do it. He’s told he has to stay at home and wait with the kids.

Bob was BORN to be the hero. It’s his life’s calling! What he lives for, what he strives to do! We see this all throughout the first movie, and for him to be told “not yet”, for him to be told to do the complete opposite absolutely destroys him.

What is he if not a hero??? What is he if not the guy who saves people in need???

He’s a father.

But he’s never really DONE that before. He was always out finding a job, out working. Helen was the one who stayed home.

Some people took this in the way that “he didn’t like the fact that Helen got to go out first because she should be “staying home with the kids””, but that is ABSOLUTELY NOT TRUE.

He and Helen are superhero partners! He didn’t tell her what was really going on in the first movie because he knew she’d say no and stop him. He knew she wouldn’t approve. Not because she shouldn’t be out in the field, but because he doesn’t want his chance taken from him.

Bob’s not upset because their roles are reversed, he’s upset because she’s out there and he’s not out there with her. He’s upset because in order for him to do his calling without ruining everything, he has to wait and leave her out there alone.

And he’s frustrated because while Helen is doing what she needs to do, he has to do something he’s never EVER done before. Bob doesn’t have the practice and experience Helen has at being a stay at home parent. His frustrations? All valid. He’s never had to before. He’s, quite literally, a fish out of water.

But he’s trying his best anyway! He doesn’t let his anger and frustration stop him from trying to be a good dad. He makes SO MANY MISTAKES, but he tries so hard.

Even as he’s sitting there thinking about fighting villains out on the street with his wife, even as he’s wishing he could be with her and jealous that he can’t be there. He struggles, but he learns. And that’s not something we often see with parental figures in media. He tries his best to keep his frustrations and struggles separate from raising his kids and being the parent they need.

Because he’s a good dad. Even if he’s not the best stay at home parent right away. Even if it’s a learning curve. He’s a good dad, and he’s trying his hardest to do his best. He even gets burnt out from it and has to reach out and ask for help with Jack-Jack, because he wants what’s best for them.

I’d expand on it more, but honestly those are just my favorite parts of the movie.

I could go on about the other supers and what their appearance means (both for the world/world building and to Helen specifically), about Evelyn and her brother’s different reactions to the parents (Evelyn’s older sibling needing to parent/guide the younger sibling mentality, their parents and the supers and everything that happened there in general), and Edna.

Because they’re all great!!! They’re all SOSOSOSO GOOD!!!!

But then we’d be here all night LOL!!!

#ask sc #the incredibles #the Incredibles 2 #don’t mind me

[chernobog13]

NEAL ADAMS R.I.P.

I was shocked and saddened to learn today that legendary comic book artist Neal Adams had passed away at the age of 80.

Adams had been working in the comic book industry since the 1960s.  His realistic, commercial art-style of drawing was a breathe of fresh air, and his work was immediately identifiable.  As someone described it so well, Adams could make the fantastic look real.

During the 1960s he worked for both DC and Marvel, drawing a multitude of characters.  But seemed to me that the bulk of his work during this time was at DC.

A lot of his work at DC was on covers, which was a great marketing idea because his art just grabbed you.  I can’t tell you how many times I bought a comic because it had a Neal Adams cover, only to be disappointed that someone else did the interior art.  (Most places back in those day did not allow you to browse the comics at the stands.  “Hey, kid!  This ain’t no library!”)

That isn’t to say Adams wasn’t given interior art assignments.  At Marvel he worked for a short stint on X-Men before it was cancelled; drew the bulk of the Kree-Skull War story in Avengers.

At DC he took over the Deadman strip and made it his own, and drew several issues of World’s Finest and The Brave and the Bold (these are just off the top of my head; I’m sure he did more).  It was in one of those B & B issues that Adfams redesigned Green Arrow’s costume and gave him the mustache and goatee.

But it wasn’t until the late 1960s/early 1970s when he teamed up with writer Denny O’Neil that Adams really hit his stride.  The two of them took over Green Lantern, added Green Arrow (and Black Canary most of the time, although she never got cover credit) and produced classic stories that were more relevant, dealing with real world issues such as racism, drug abuse, and pollution.

As if that weren’t enough, the duo then turned their attention to Batman.  The character was in dire straits at that time, the victim of the campiness of the Batman television show.  In short, he had become a joke, but no one was laughing anymore.

O’Neill and Adams saved the character by stripping away all the silliness of the Silver Age and bringing him back to his roots.  He was the dark knight detective again.  He was THE Batman.

That move saved the character and reinvigorated the franchise.  If it hadn’t been for O’Neill and Adams, Batman would not be the flagship character he is today.

Adams was also one of the first, and most vocal, proponents of creator rights.  When Superman the Movie was about the be released he brought to the public’s attention that Superman’s creators, Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster, were essentially destitute and abandoned by DC. 

It was because of the efforts of Neal Adams and others that Siegel and Shuster got a “created by” credit in the film, why that same credit began appearing in every issue of Superman and Action Comics, and why DC started paying Siegel and Shuster an annual stipend.

Adams work wasn’t limited to DC and Marvel.  When Ballantine Books released new paperback editions of the Tarzan novels they were adorned with Neal Adams covers.

He also established his own company, Continuity Associates, and began producing comics for new, independent published like Pacific Comics, before dipping his toes into the self publishing world for awhile, with characters like Toyboy, Samuree, and Megalith.

In the past few years he has done projects for both DC and Marvel, as well as provided numerous covers, which were usually bonus alternates.  

The last project Adams did at the Big Two that I’m aware of was the Fantastic Four: Antithesis mini-series with writer Mark Waid.

Quite frankly, I do not have enough time or space here to do justice to Neal Adams’ incredible body of work, and the contributions he made to comic books.

Neal Adams. rest in peace, sir.  You will be sorely missed.

#Neal Adams #Superman #Deadman #Batman #The Brave and the Bold #Havoc #X-Men #Justice League of America #Adam Strange #Green Lantern #Wonder Woman #The Flash #Green Arrow #Ra's al Ghul #Muhammad Ali #Tarzan #World's Finest Comics #Adventure Comics #Legion of Super-Heroes #Superboy #Sun Boy #Light Lass #Duo Damsel #Ultra Boy #Hellgrammite #The Creeper #DC Comics #Marvel Comics

[mossyscavern]

Nice to meet ya, what could you be?

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Miles was painting when he heard a noise.

Sounded like it ran across the rooftop, but when miles got up there… he saw no one. He turned to look behind him and it’s the same thing. He shrugged it off. Miles jumped down from the roof and continued staring at the wall he painted.

When he went past it the first time, he saw a mental image of a beautiful stormy sunset with electric blue lightning. Staring at the piece now? He felt like somethings missing.

But what? What could be missing?

Giving up with a sigh he took out his phone and searched up some images that might work for the wall he painted... when he heard a whistle from above.

He looked up and saw a boy around his age wearing a loose long sleeved maroon shirt with jeans, lush black wavy hair. Warm brown skin with a golden hue and deep chocolate brown eyes? He can’t tell from where he’s standing.

“Did you paint that?” The stranger asked with an Indian accent, pointing at the wall. “Uh, y-yeah, I did.” Miles said truthfully, kicking the ground with embarrassment at the missed opportunity to look cool.

“Wow, dude this looks amazing!” The stranger said, staring at the painted wall miles did. “You have a gift.” He smiled, turning to miles as the artist smiled awkwardly. “A- appreciate the feedback… but it’s not finished.”

“What do you mean?” “It’s missing something… but I don’t know what.” Miles told him, scratching the back of his head. “… it looks great to me!” He says, smiling widely and showing off… fangs?!

‘I-is he-?! Nah, they don’t exist.’ Miles thought, shaking his head at the thought of the brightest, nicest stranger being an actual vampire is sooo low. “Hey, do you do recommendations?”

The fanged Indian asked all of a sudden, a hopeful look in his eyes. “… yes?” Miles said, questioning it more then answering.

“Great!” He says, grabbing out his phone. “When are you free?” He asked politely, making miles blink stare suspiciously and ask. “Why? And what for?”

“I’d really like for you to do a portrait of me for my maya auntie, she prefers paintings.” He told miles before remembering something important.

“Right! What’s your name… and do you do portraits?” He asked, awkwardly smiling while shifting his eyes. ‘Seems alright.’ Was all miles thought before nodding his head.

“Yeah, names miles morales.” He told the person, stretching his arm out for a handshake. “Mine is Pavitr, Prabhakar.” He told miles, taking the handshake. “… can I get your number?” Pavitr asked.

“Uh.. sure! I’m not free on weekdays, but I’m not sure on weekends.” Miles answered, shrugging his shoulders before bringing his phone out.

They both exchanged numbers and agreed on when the other might be free for the day. But before miles could ask about Pavitr’s fangs… the boy disappeared.

‘… Welp, I’m going home.’ Miles thought, putting his phone away, climb down the ladders leading to the spot and walking off to the street he knew would lead him straight home.

But that meeting didn’t leave miles head… not once. Which meant something. But miles didn’t dwell on it further, even if it might be important.

‘I should talk to uncle Arron… he might know what to do.’

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… I’m starting to like titles a lot less.

It gets harder to find a good title theme for a story you wanted to do and I’m starting to think it’s not as fun anymore…

This au is by @vulnonapixs-marvel-corner who is also @vulnonapix1234

#spider verse #spider side of the cavern #chaiflower #this might’ve been how they met? #I uh… think I might’ve over done it with the @ thing… #and I wish I could make the story shorter… #… I’m a little anxious about this #… #it’s been some days and I’m still anxious

[coughsyrep]

Cold Climates

Summary: You're a Ph.D. student doing research in entomology, or the study of bugs. Your work has you moving to Manhattan, where you help a girl with a bow and quiver of arrows hide from a group of people who are chasing her, and as thanks she takes you to visit Central Park so you can try to examine any insects you find.

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Cold Climates - traviswrites - Marvel Cinematic Universe [Archive of Our Own]

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When people heard that you wanted to be a zoologist, they always assumed that you wanted to work with mammals, or birds, or something that had at most five limbs including the tail. It wasn’t until you would proceed to tell them that your doctorate research was in entomology that they gave you a strange look – bugs? Why bugs? But you didn’t tend to mind their various looks ranging from confused to disgusted, because your studies of the behaviors of them was your passion. And it was what led you to Manhattan, to compare said behaviors of beetles in cold climates versus those in the conditions of Texas and New Mexico, where you had previously studied.

For several days since you landed and made it to the apartment that you would spend the next year in, it was quiet. Your boxes you had sent with your belongings had shown up, so along with organizing your research you also began unpacking, your clothes hung in the orderly fashion that you preferred and electronics that you couldn’t fit in your travel bag set up. In the end, it was as close to a home as you could get, and with the work done your stomach rumbled, reminding your that you had forgotten breakfast. Again.

As you go to grab one of the ramen cups you had picked up on your first trip to the supermarket, a crash makes you duck down instinctively. Shouting comes from downstairs, and the sound of running comes from the stairwell.

“I’m an idiot,” you whisper as your curiosity get the better of you, and you make your way to the door, looking out the peephole just as the footsteps stop, a brunette wearing a ponytail whipping her head around in a panic. “I’m really an idiot.”

Before you can think twice you unlock and crack open the door, the creak making her spin towards you. You wave your hand towards you hurriedly as more footsteps from the stairs get louder, and with only a moment’s hesitation she slips in, locking it and placing an ear on it, eyes closed in concentration. You hear shouting as they stop outside your door, holding your breath as whoever was chasing this girl shout before taking off again, both of you sighing when you can’t hear them anymore.

“I really owe…” She pauses when she turns to look at you, mouth parted before clearing her throat and standing up straighter “…owe you one.” You can’t help when your lips quirk up as she blushes, her eyes darting away as she fiddles with the…

“…Why do you have a bow?” She looks down at it, as if she’d forgotten and chuckles nervously, slinging it over her shoulder next to a quiver loaded with arrows. Her eyes flick around the room as she searches for answer, opening and closing her mouth before sighing.

“Well, I…” Her eyes still, squinting at your wall and your question completely forgotten about. “Wait, is that a butterfly on your wall?” You look over at the pinned butterfly framed on your wall, smiling brightly as you walk over to it.

“Yeah! It’s a Papilio palinurus, or an emerald swallowtail. My friend gave it to me as a gift before I came here.” You smile as you lightly trace the frame, almost forgetting the woman behind you until you hear the floor creak below her as she steps forwards to take a closer look.

“It’s beautiful,” she murmurs, and you can’t help but beam at the compliment towards it, nodding your head as you step away. “So you like butterflies?”

“Oh, I like all bugs.” She glances over, though you don’t look back out of fear that she might be looking with disgust, choosing instead to carry on. “That’s why I’m here actually, to study different beetles and their behaviors in colder climates.”

“You could have some luck around Central Park,” she says with a shrug. “I could show you around a few places that I think could help?” You huff in amusement, nodding as she starts to fiddle with her shirt.

“Sounds like a date,” you say, your grin blooming when she starts stuttering, glancing around the room again and her blush becoming redder than before.

“I didn’t mean… I mean I’d like, but only if… I mean, yes.” She nods her head, breathing out shakily with a nervous smile. “It’s a date.” You nod as well, standing there awkwardly as she taps her foot. “Could I… erm, borrow your phone?” You can’t help but laugh as you pull it out, causing her to as well, adding her contact before passing it back over, Kate and an emoji of a bow and arrow as her contact name.

“How does tomorrow sound, Kate?” She giggles happily, backing up towards the door.

“I’ll see you then, Bug.” Before she has the chance to get to the door she stumbles on the couch, catching herself and placing her hand on it as if nothing had happened, though you can see how flustered she is. “I meant to do that.” You laugh again, biting your lip as she leaves and staring down at your phone, an excited smile on your lips.

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You were earlier than what you and Kate had agreed upon, a trait you had picked up on from college. Usually this wouldn’t be such an issue, but going from a state where cold meant sixty degrees Fahrenheit to one where sixty meant swimsuit season meant that you were freezing your ass off, huffing into your hands and bouncing on your toes to try to hold off the incoming hypothermia. It was when you saw the brunette, this time with her hair down and in a much more casual outfit, that you felt yourself warm up. Along with her was a golden retriever who she had to keep waving away from her pocket, its persistence making her roll her eyes fondly.

“Kate!” You wave to her when her head snaps up, and she gives a bright smile and waves back, pulling the leash gently and making her way towards you. “I didn’t know we’d have a friend coming with us?”

“I’m sorry,” she says, a hand immediately reaching up to brush through her hair, “I was about to go out, but he started whining and he gave me the puppy-dog eyes… eye… and so I thought maybe since we were at a park it’d be okay. I should’ve asked before, I’m really-” You put a hand on her shoulder, trying not to chuckle but not able to hide the hint of a smile at her endearing behavior. “Right,” she murmurs, “run on sentences. Don’t do that. Uhm, this is Lucky!” He looks up at his name, his head tilting as she pulls out a Ziplock bag from the pocket he had been sniffing at before.

“Is that pizza?” She looks up as he takes the piece from her hand, nodding.

“Uh huh. It’s his favorite.” As he finishes eating the piece she waves the two of you forwards, Lucky setting the pace though with the occasional redirection she takes you all where she plans. You glance around you, considering the different types of bugs you could see. It’s not too cold for winged insects to be out despite how frigid you feel, and is definitely warm enough for arthropods to be active. You worry your bottom lip, not noticing when Kate looks over at you, and definitely not when her stare stays until you two almost pass your destination.

“Oh!” You look over to see her stop abruptly, Lucky huffing in annoyance when you come to a set of gates. “Here, this is the conservatory garden. It has a lot of flowers and… yeah.” She pushes her hand through her hair again, humming as she grimaces. “Bees, flowers. You know?”

“This’ll be perfect,” you say, and she looks down bashfully as you start to walk in, only turning when you get past the gate entrance. “You coming?” You languidly start walking, eyes focusing on the leaves surrounding on the flowers as well as the bushes standing behind those. It takes time but you eventually pause, kneeling down and pointing, turning your head to where you know Kate is.

“Here,” you say quietly, as if not to scare it, “this is an ambush bug, from the subfamily Phymatinae. They can sit still for hours until they find their prey, and can defeat insects much larger than themselves.”

“How did you even see that?” You lean forwards to get an even clearer look, chuckling slightly when you feel her hand on your shoulder, keeping you from getting any closer.

“The brown gave away this one’s camouflage. There tend to be certain flowers that they camouflage better with certain flowers, and on a leaf with rot it’s much more possible that it’d be better hidden.” You shrug, about to stand when you spot another insect, shifting so you can see it.

“And then that one is the Harmonia axyridis, or the Asian ladybeetle.”

“Oh, so a ladybug!”

“Close,” you say, smiling at the idea that she’s so interested. “Ladybugs, or Coccinellidae are always red. This one,” you nod towards it, “is more orange. Plus they bite.” It suddenly flies away, making Kate leap back, but you just watch it before standing and letting your knees pop.

“Okay, never touching either one of those again,” she breathes out, making you laugh. “Okay, so-” she freezes, her hand halfway held between you two when another insect lands on her, and you giggle as you cup it in your hands before she freaks out. “Uhm, what was that?”

“A Lampyridae, and depending on where you’re from there’s several names for them, like firefly or lightning bug.” You gently push it off of your fingers onto the grass, walking back and putting your hands in your pockets. “Their light comes from a chemical reaction so that they don’t lose energy.”

“I’ve never seen one during the day,” she says sheepishly, looking over at where you put it. As she looks away you can’t help but notice the way the light strikes her skin, her hair the perfect contrast to her warm complexion. When she looks back you feel yourself getting lost in her chestnut brown eyes, trying your best not to look down at her lips when she takes a deep breath in, steeling herself to speak.

"I want to ask if- Lucky!” She stumbles backwards as Lucky tugs on his lead, getting loose and sprinting out of the gate. You glance at each other before taking off after him, you both calling for him as you avoid the other visitors. He races down the path, ignoring even Kate’s offers of pizza until he reaches a arch made of large stones, both of you breathing heavily when you finally catch up. She immediately takes his lead again, holding on tightly as she faces away from you.

“I’m sorry,” she says quickly, shaking her head as her shoulders sagged, “I really didn’t mean… I just wanted, I mean… I just, I’m sor-” You don’t let her finish before turning her around by her shoulders, gently pressing your lips against hers. She squeaks before letting hers meld to yours, sighing as her timidness soon slipped away, an arm wrapping around your waist and the two of you becoming breathless until you have to pull away. You put your forehead on hers, breathing in deeply as you relax into her.

“Okay?” You whisper, and she nods, a giggle being drawn from her when you kiss the tip of her nose. “Good. And if you still feel sorry, you can make it up to me next time.”

“Next time?” She glances up, and you quirk an eyebrow. “You mean, you’d like to go on another date? With me?”

“Kate, why would I not?” Her eyes sparkle at your words, and she nods quickly with a grin.

“Okay, Bug.” A whine comes from next to you, and you look over to see Lucky sitting, pawing at Kate’s pocket. “No, you absolutely did not earn any pizza.” He whines again, laying down and looking up.

“He really does know how to beg,” you note, and she sighs with a nod.

“Yeah, he does.” You giggle, placing a kiss on her cheek as she pulls out the Ziplock bag, and despite the playful side eye she gives you, you relish the smile that plays on her lips.

#kate bishop #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop fic #marvel #marvel mcu #marvel cinematic universe