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raccoonfallsharder · 5 months ago

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some questionable headcanons.

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just thinking too much about how (and why) rocket doms & subs in all (well, most??) of his different incarnations. of course there’s lots of crossover because at his core, rocket is always rocket, but sort of… reskinned by the experiences in his different worlds.

i spent way too long thinking about this while traveling over the weekend. NSFW (mdni) with gn reader below the cut my loves. just some ramblings/musings that are subject to change according to my mood.

ROCKET DOMS/SUBS FOR YOU.

WARNINGS: all sorts of kink including bondage, blindfolds, mild painplay, collaring, crawling, intox, gunplay, marking (scratches, come), ropeplay, masturbation (guided- and un-guided), overstim, edging, general bossiness, sex toys, cockwarming, size kink, exhibitionism, voyeurism, threesomes... did i get em all?

mcu rocket

DOMS YOU: by doing whatever it takes to make you beg for him — to force you to convince him that you want him, that you need him. he’s a master of edging, and he wants desperately to leave marks on you as proof that he was there. it’s not a dealbreaker if you aren’t into spanking or biting or spanking or clamping or spanking or bruising, but he’d love to give you just a little bit of pain if you’re into it. also likes to degrade you a little too, but has a hard time bringing himself to be really mean when he likes you oh-so-much. oh — and the top-drop is real with this one, so make sure to provide good aftercare for your dom.

SUBS FOR YOU: the amount of trust it will take for this rocket to explicitly sub for you is immense (though it’s pretty clear early on that even if he likes to degrade you a little bit, you’re the one with all the power in the bedroom). he doesn’t like to be restrained by anything but his own willpower, which is admittedly flimsy. but for you, he’ll try: clenching his fists into the sheets of his bunk, gripping onto shelves and hatch-frames and anything else he can brace himself against to try to keep from touching you when you tell him to keep his hands to himself. he might even let you blindfold him, though he’s honest enough to admit that he can use his other senses to get a pretty clear idea of where you’re at and what you’re about to do. the truth is, this rocket really does want nothing more than to make you feel good — and if that means letting you take control, he’ll figure out a way to do it. after the first time — when you’ve given him so many orgasms he thinks he might’ve actually died and gone to a better afterlife than he deserves — he’s more willing to explore whatever options you want, just as long as you keep murmuring those sweet little reassurances that you’ll take care of him.

eidos rocket

DOMS YOU: most rockets have something of a gunplay-kink, but this guy takes it to the next level. he loves to both toss you around and boss you around, and lavish you with all sorts condescending praise — particularly when stretching you out on a cannon. plus, ever since that night you let him get you high on everbloom, he can’t stop thinking about how sweet and silly and eager-to-please you’d been while intoxicated. he won’t do anything without your explicit consent, but he can envision a whole galaxy of fun if you let him do that again.

SUBS FOR YOU: this rocket generally avoids situations where he’s vulnerable, so at first it seems like you’re unlikely to ever get the upper hand. secretly, he also worries about having flashbacks to the labs when restrained, or the sensory deprivation chambers when, well, sensory-deprived, so traditional bondage is a no-go. i don’t think he minds you taking the lead, though — just be prepared for him to be bit of a pillow princess when roles are reversed. that said, the truth is that between the cold contempt of the kree scientists, lylla’s sacrifice for his life, and tella’s betrayal, this rocket — while vain as hell in regards to his pretty fur and stunning physique — does worry that there’s something intrinsically inadequate about himself as a person. shower him with enough authentic praise, and he’ll do just about anything to keep it (and you) coming.

cartoon rocket

DOMS YOU: this rocket absolutely sees himself as a dom and is also absolutely not one. underneath it all, some part of him believes that he’s still the unloved runt of his family and the weird one on halfworld — and no matter how amazingly brilliant and capable he’s become, that perception of himself never fully goes away. except for when he’s with you, that is. look, he tries to boss you around a bit. but when you give him that sweet, indulgent little smile and massage the base of his ears, he’ll do whatever he can to please you. the closest this rocket gets to “calling the shots” is when he leaves fine red scratch marks somewhere visible on your skin — loving the way it looks like he’s claimed you (even if part of him would much rather be claimed).

SUBS FOR YOU: did you see the episode with ja kyee lrurt? sure, it’ll take a whole lot of trust-building to get there, but once he’s fallen for you, this rocket will worship the ground you walk on. he’ll trip over his own tail trying to make you happy, both in and out of bed. step on him, spit in his mouth, and call him a good boy, and he’ll be thankful.

universe-killer rocket

DOMS YOU: WARNING. DANGER. if this rocket decides to let you live in the first place, he’ll be wanting to keep you collared around the clock. imagine everything the other rockets do to dom you, but dial the intensity up to thirteen and make it at least six shades darker. loves to see you crawl.

SUBS FOR YOU: oh honey. you’re in the wrong place. at best — once he softens up to you — you’ll get a part-time service dom. maybe. it’s not even that he doesn’t want to submit to you (though he doesn’t). it’s mostly that he wouldn’t remember how if he tried.

marvel rivals rocket

DOMS YOU: i’m still getting to know this rocket but it’s clear he likes variety, based on his dramatically-different looks. i suspect he’s got a major size-kink to go along with that tendency, too. it doesn’t matter that he’s smaller than you in stature: this rocket has at least fifteen different prosthetic cocks and about ten of them are too big for you to take without substantial prep. don’t worry, though: while rocket is not patient in most things, he makes exceptions for this. he loves sinking into you nice and slow while you’re all teared up and dripping, grinning maniacally against your damp skin and purring, “easy, sweetheart; biiiiiig stretch”

SUBS FOR YOU: this rocket’s got super-soldier trauma too, but i think he’s also way better at being part of a team — which means he’s willing to take one for it, too. submitting to you is the equivalent of a trust-fall, and once you’ve had his back in battle, he’s willing to at least give it a shot. give him a playful flick to his earring and a smirk to let him know you’re in the mood to boss him around, and he’ll let you as long as it leads to multiple orgasms for both of you. as mentioned, he’s also a big fan of shaking things up, so feel free to try out all your new ideas, just as long as you’re communicating beforehand.

ewing/rosenberg/et al rocket

DOMS YOU: this rocket spent some time with a pretty little thing from the aceta system and learned all about traditional krylorian ropeplay. he loves tying you up with all sorts of deviously-positioned knots that tease your poor, delicious body every time you take a breath. then he just sits and drinks his angargal’s (neat) and watches you with a predatory grin and a few casual — if absolutely filthy — “compliments.” is it even edging if he’s not actually doing anything? he’s innocent, your honor! except that he might jerk off on you, just so he lasts longer when he finally gets inside you (plus there’s something about see you you helpless and dripping — with his fluids and yours — that makes him dangerously feral). he’s also a big fan of directing you on how to touch yourself — especially if he can make you edge or overstim your own body. it feels like the ultimate control to him.

SUBS FOR YOU: this rocket loves cuddles, physical affection, and quality time — though he’ll never admit it. it’s on account of him being the loneliest flarkin’ guy in the universe, of course. he hadn’t remembered his past for circs — just a big ol’ hollow void in his history that he’d filled with persistent dread, raw nerves, and more cons and grifts than even he can recall. had his heart broke once or twice, and generally perceives himself as too much of a d’ast grizmod to be worthy of another person’s genuine love. and then he’d gotten his memories back… only to find out he’d been an authentic dumb-ass hero in a past life, before his former enemy had married his girl. it had really sent the message home: that nobody’s just gonna give him nice things. well. nobody until you. so cuddle this rocket up tight in your arms, and treat him oh-so-lovingly — spend late nights with him in the cockpit and listen to his stories — then stroke his tail while you ask him so sweetly to jack himself off. he’ll find himself doing whatever you say before he even realizes it. or — if you want to give him a real treat — make him promise not to move while you cockwarm him for an hour or two. make sure he knows that there will be no orgasms for cranky gunsmiths who can’t stay still. he’ll stare at you like you’re absurd for suggesting it — why the flark would he agree to something like that? — but after two minutes of you holding him snuggled tight inside you, he’ll start getting teary-eyed from the sheer emotional intimacy of it all.

skottie young rocket

DOMS YOU: by tying you up and overstimming you — again and again and again and again — with his tail and a dozen new toys he made himself. today. look, he’s gotta try ‘em out somehow, and you’re both his lucky muse and his favorite lil test-subject. loves to make you cry — but only for fun reasons. would absolutely arrange for another sub to wreck you under his direction, but only if you told him you’d be into it. he’s one-thousand percent a showman of the highest caliber and he’s gotta make sure everything’s over the top so he doesn’t disappear without ever being loved, which means he also doesn’t mind a full-fledged audience.

SUBS FOR YOU: if you’re looking for vulnerability with this rocket, you’re more likely to find it in unguarded moments of sexual intimacy that are remarkably vanilla. why? mostly just because it’s proof that he doesn’t always have to be the most outrageous thing in the galaxy to keep your attention. these are the moments when he’s heartwrenchingly soft, when he might explain to you how isolated he feels, how he’s searched high and low for “his own people” and has always been reminded that he’s the only thing like him in the universe; that he’s tried to fill the void with an endless parade of gender-variable space-princesses only to find that no-one ever made him feel less-alone — until you. but if you’re looking for submission… well. this rocket is the switchiest switch to ever switch. he has no issue subbing for someone with whom he expects to have fun, mostly because he doesn’t have to trust you to play sub for you. he’ll let you do pretty much whatever you want in the name of brat-taming, but the joke’s on you if you think he’s not capable of wresting back control the moment he wants it. for flark’s sake, he can get out of those electrocuffs in less than two seconds if he wants to — and he’ll never be done being a brat.

#rfh headcanons #rocket raccoon #guardians of the galaxy #rfh smut #eidos rocket #gotg video game #marvel rivals #gotg fanfiction #gotg rocket #rocket raccoon fanfiction #rocket raccoon x you #rocket raccoon x reader

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purplehalnw · 3 months ago

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Props to the Daredevil writers because there are moments between Matt and Foggy like:

-Foggy saying that Matt's a "really good looking guy" when they first meet

-Foggy and Matt equating owning a law firm together to them being married

-Matt saying "you're not gonna kiss me" and Foggy responding "I'm feeling a little something"

That could come off as queerbaiting but honestly don't, at least in my opinion.

Some of my fave celebrity dynamics (David Tennant & Michael Sheen, Anthony Mackie & Sebastian Stan) are friends who are secure enough in their sexualities and identities that they're totally fine with jokingly flirting with/saying romantic things about each other. And this seems like something that the Daredevil writers were doing with Matt and Foggy's relationship.

Like in most instances, queerbaiting comes from the situations two (often male) characters are put in. They're put in situations that force them to be super close with one another or in situations where other characters assume that they're a couple, both of which the audience is expected to laugh at. You're laughing at how "compromising" the situation is. Because being queer is largely seen as something shameful and emasculating and seeing these men being essentially humiliated is meant to be funny.

I think an example of this is Bucky and Sam in "Falcon and the Winter Soldier". There's the scene where Bucky and Sam fall off a truck in ep 2 and roll around in the grass, holding onto each other. Even when they stop rolling, Bucky doesn't get off of Sam until Sam pushes him off. There's a scene in that same episode where Bucky and Sam are with Bucky's therapist who suggests that they do a "soul gazing exercise" that she "usually does with couples". To do the exercise, Bucky and Sam have to get so close that they end up interlocking legs. In the end, Sam tells the therapist "thanks doc, for making it weird".

In these moments you're laughing at how unwillingly physically close Bucky and Sam have to be, you're laughing at them being treated/framed like a couple, but you're not supposed to seriously expect them to ever be together. It's pretty mean-spirited.

And in my opinion what makes Matt and Foggy different from this is that they are the ones making the jokes. They aren't ashamed by the idea of them being together, in fact they're endeared by it. So, in this case you're laughing with them, not at them.

Plus, queerbaiting has intention behind it. The writers intend to bait queer people with representation without giving them any payoff so that they can also appeal to the homophobes in the audience. And in my opinion, it's clear that the Daredevil writers never intended to give off the impression that Matt and Foggy might be a couple some day.

Obviously, no hate to Matt & Foggy shippers. People love romance, especially between those who are already close friends. But I do really love their friendship and how it's the heart of the show.

Some writers are so afraid of their male characters being interpreted as gay that they'll just ruin their relationship in general. Like how the Star Wars sequels separated Finn and Poe and started giving them random female love interests. Or how the MCU decided to have Steve abandon Bucky just so he could go back in time to be with his previously-almost-girlfriend Peggy who had moved on from him in the future.

But the Daredevil writers definitely aren't afraid of Matt and Foggy being too close. Matt gets several love interests but pretty much all of them end up leaving him in some way. But you know who is always there for him? Foggy. His friendship with Foggy is the most important relationship in the show, even in death it seems (haven't seen Born Again yet but I of course couldn't avoid spoilers).

#matt murdock #foggy nelson #mattfoggy #daredevil #netflix daredevil #daredevil show #daredevil fandom #queerbaiting #queer #matt x foggy #mcu #marvel

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blindtaleteller · 10 months ago

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Tags again... heh. I probably should have just put that up here. By all means, do if you want to.

i still think it's ridiculous to say Loki got Thor banished on purpose because he was entitled and wanted the throne. my friend in fandom he did not even want the throne! you have given him Thor's arc.

#thor (2011)#Loki #Thor #the fact they did that switch in Gagnarok via a director who actively and publicly made clear he 1. disliked the characters and story and -#2. had no intention of honoring any of that prior OR respect the creators before him didn't help #many of the newer 'fans' (and especially series stans) continue to hit play with those tainted glasses on #and yes I meant TAINTED : not tinted #because that IS what Taika did to the Thor corner: and to the MCU in general as a result #the Thor movies had held the center pivot point for the main and overarching story since 2010 as planned #Asgard and it's characters were designed to be a major story pillar that reached across their universe among other things #Very few films weren't affected by what either was in them; or what that society had done/not done #so yeah and of course putting jenga block boy in charge of that title especially was a HUGE MISTAKE #more so with how proud he was to be an utter douchebag about it #and completely ignore plus crap all over the work of those whose success gave him the opportunity to even get the job #just sayin'

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doctorofmagic · 8 months ago

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Fine.... I'll pick up comic books once again, Marvel...

On a quick note, the creative team looks interesting, I heard good things about Derek Landy's Iron Man/Captain America, which is good considering how bad Tony had it in the comics for the last... decades.

Loki's involved (FINALLY), which is also another plus. And it's a murder mystery, something that always catches my attention.

Of course, it will be nothing like Jed's run and it's also temporary because Marvel doesn't know what to do with Stephen if he's not the Sorcerer Supreme, as if he needed the mantle to be relevant.

Besides, I'm still upset with all the MCU synergy, fearing what they're going to do with Victor and how the whole thing affects comics, but eh. I'll give my opinions when the main event comes next year.

Clea isn't mentioned at all, though, so here's a downside.

Full article here.

PS: reason I'm inactive is, my hyperfixation switched to another fandom and I can't obsess with two different things at the same time but I'll catch up as soon as One World Under Doom arrives, sorry :')

#doctor strange #stephen strange #loki laufeyson #marvel comics

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im-sleepdeprived · 1 year ago

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Crazier • Pt. 2

wc: 8.8k (but totally worth it i PROMISE)

pairing: mcu!peter parker x reader

a/n: part two is here! she's a little long but i swear i've never had so much fun writing and editing a fic so i promiseeee its totally worth it !!! i love this one so much so please pleaseee let me know what you think ! i love talking to you guys (i feel the need to tell yall this is totally a PETER x reader fic you’ll understand but DONT WORRY ITS JUST FOR PLOT BRO)

warning: literally nothing, a few f-bombs, and kids going psycho (in the best way) at school

read part 1 here

The weird, auto-tuned, voice startled you and made you turn around, wiping your eyes so you could see clearly. When you saw who it was you rubbed your eyes again for good measure because there was no way.

"Huh?" you said meekly, mentally slapping face palming for acting so dumb in front of New York's hero.

His head tilted and his masked face shifted in what you could only guess was a grin, "I said can I walk you home? It's pretty dark and I don't really trust the streets and, trust me, I would know. Plus, your crying and being distracted is really dangerous."

"I'm not crying," you were, in fact, crying. It was obvious to both of you. Your red eyes and pink stuffy nose, despite trying to fight the tears so you could get home, only came in harder.

"Ok well I'm just gonna ignore the fact that you're totally lying and ask again, can I walk you home?" despite there being a weird robotic tinge to his voice, you thought he sounded desperate. Plus you didn't really think he'd take a 'no' as an answer. Or if you were even allowed to give him that answer, he was a superhero after all.

So you nodded and his entire posture seemed to relax when you hadn't even realized he seemed tense. Wow, he must take his job seriously. You started walking, silently leading the way as he followed right beside you.

"Can I ask why you're crying?"

"You just did," you replied flatly not really meaning to sound so mean despite the tone you had used.

You sighed, "Shit, I'm sorry Mr. Spider-Man, here you are being all nice trying to make sure I get home all right and I'm being a total ass."

"No it's all right, you don't have to answer if you don't want to I just wanted to make sure everything was alright," his tone was soft, and somehow, despite not knowing him at all, you felt like you could trust him.

"I broke up with my boyfriend," you whispered and you weren't really sure if he would catch it, but he did.

"He must've been real stupid for you to do that, huh?"

You laughed. "God yes," your humor died down and your face fell, "but he was a great boyfriend, y'know, just...before he wasn't."

You passed the cafe that was near your apartment building when he asked, "What'd he do that made you snap?"

You were silent for a minute, debating whether you should answer that or not when you finally stopped in front of your building making him pause beside you as well.

"Well we're here," you slapped your hands together as you stood there awkwardly.

"Yeah, yeah. Um, maybe we could chat again sometime, totally friendly, of course," he added the last part rushed, waving his hands slightly. It made you laugh genuinely this time.

"Sure bug boy, I hang out on the roof a lot." you could actually use a friend to talk to after today. "If you're ever swinging by and you see me, you should stop to say hey."

"Really," Peter felt weird, you two had always sat on your apartment roof together, climbing up from your fire escape. And now he'd never get the chance to do it again. Not as Peter at least, but here you were inviting Spider-Man to hang out with you again.

He decided he'd take what he could get.

You smiled slightly and turned around to go inside when he spoke up again, "Wait how does tonight sound?" He asked, and if you didn't know any better you might even say he sounded nervous. That only made you smile more.

"Tonight sounds great," you said., "Oh. And thanks for walking me home. I really appreciate it." You shoot him one last smile before finally turning around and getting inside.

Despite it being dark on your way home, it wasn't that late, it was just winter. You started your homework and worked swiftly, not giving in to any of the distractions you usually did. You wanted to be completely free tonight. Maybe befriending Spider-Man would help improve your grades too.

When the clock struck 9 p.m. and your parents went to bed, you closed your door and silently locked it before walking over to the window and pushing it open.

You grabbed a book and headed up, deciding to read until he got there. It was freezing despite the big sweater you were wearing. After waiting five minutes and him still being a no-show, you decided to go make some tea.

Making your way down, you made two mugs of tea as quietly as you could without waking anyone in the apartment. It didn't take long and soon enough you were carefully making your way up the fire escape again, trying your best not to spill any of the hot liquid.

While you were focused on steadily moving so you didn't spill your drinks, you didn't notice the masked hero sitting on the ledge.

"There you are," his voice startled you but, miraculously, the tea didn't spill, "I've been waiting for like, forever." You had a feeling he rolled his eyes.

"Oh shut up," you handed him a mug, "I was just up here dumbass. But it got cold so I decided to make us something hot."

He used his free hand to put a finger on his chin, tilting his head, as if in thought, "Having trouble deciding if I should be offended you called me a dumbass or flattered that you made me a cup of tea."

You laughed out loud and he felt his heart flutter, the sound a nice contrast to the yelling that had gone down between you two earlier that day.

"Wait so I never got your name," he asked in fake interest. Obviously, he didn't need you to tell him. But you didn't know that.

"Y/N. what's yours?" you asked innocently and it was his turn to laugh. "Ha! Nice try," he joked and you just shrugged.

"Whatcha reading?" He pointed towards the book you had brought up with you, "Business or pleasure?"

You laughed, and grabbed the book, "Definitely pleasure. It's my favorite actually. I've read it too many times to count."

His heart fell a little. Your favorite? How did he not know that? He remembered the cover though..or maybe just the color scheme of it. The more he thought about it the more he realized he didn't really remember the book at all. God, he really couldn't blame you for ending things.

"Can you tell me about it," he asked softly. He loved it when you went on about a topic you loved and all the facial expressions and hand motions that came with your storytelling.

"Are you kidding? I can write a 20-page essay about this book," you scoffed lightly, "but I really don't wanna bore you so it's okay."

"No way! I asked, so how would you bore me. Tell me about it, maybe I'll pick it up from the next bookstore I pass."

So you did. You went on and on about certain themes that stood out to you while reading, and how important some lessons were. You showed him your annotations and notes and he realized you really weren't joking about the '20-page-essay' quip.

He loved the way you were so passionate about the subject and all the thought you'd put into this. But seeing you like this made him realize something, it'd been so long since you'd been like this with him. Now that he thought about it, he couldn't really remember the last time you'd gone on one of these little rants with him.

Some time while you were talking you'd both finished your tea (him only pulling up his mask to the tip of his nose, taking a sip, and quickly bringing it back down. he didn't wanna risk anything), setting the cups far to the side.

He let you finish before talking, "Wow that's a lot to take in, am I the only person who's been fortunate enough to have this wisdom passed onto them?"

You laughed, "Kinda, yeah."

That shocked him a little, at least if you hadn't shared it with him he thought you might've talked about it with MJ. He might not have known much (apparently) but he knew how much you loved to talk about a book after you read it, whether you liked it or not. And the fact that this was your favorite and you'd read it multiple times and hadn't shared it with anyone was weird to him.

"Really? How come? Are your friends not into reading," he asked, trying to be subtle.

You just shrugged, "I don't really have friends," he made a sound of disbelief which made you chuckle before continuing, "I mean obviously I have friends in the traditional sense of the word but I'm not close enough with anyone to just speak my thoughts like that, y'know?"

He tried, he really did, but he could feel the hurt coursing through him, did you never feel comfortable enough around him?

"Really? you seem like the kind of person who has too many friends. What about your boyfriend?"

"ex-boyfriend," you corrected him bitterly, and it left him wondering if you felt that same pang of hurt adding those two extra letters that changed everything.

"Right," he said quietly, "but still, did you never feel comfortable enough around him?" He knew it wasn't his place to ask you such questions, hell it wasn't his place to be talking to you at all, you had made that clear, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't just leave you alone to walk home alone, hurt, and in the dark. And now, he really wanted to know what your answer to his question would be.

You wanted to make a joke about how he was really going at it with the questions but you didn't have it in you. So you just thought about it a little before answering, "Well of course I was comfortable with him, at one point I guess, he wasn't just my boyfriend he was my best friend. And I guess that's what really sucks the most about the breakup.

"He was the only person I shared anything with but it just got to the point where I used to try and talk about anything and he'd just blow me off. It happened a few times before I just stopped altogether, it hurt too much when it felt like he didn't care. I stopped and it was like 'If I don't say anything, I can't get hurt'. If I didn't talk then I wouldn't feel that rejection again and I always had the little part in the back of my brain that said 'Of course he cares but don't say anything, just in case.'

"He's a busy guy, and I get that, I really do. I just never thought he'd get so busy he wouldn't care about me anymore."

You hadn't realized how close you'd come to tears until you felt yourself sniffle, "Shit, sorry," you laughed bitterly, "I didn't mean to get emotional, it's whatever now, it's over."

Peter heard his heart crack. Saying he felt terrible was an understatement. He felt horrendous that he made you feel that way, even worse that he didn't even realize that he did until you just said so.

"God I'm so sorry," he said, his voice feeling weak and he was extra thankful for the new voice-changer he'd been using lately. "He sounds like a total jerk." He was, he definitely was.

You force a little smile, "Oh well," you shrugged, "we'll both move on."

But deep down, neither of you believed that.

You had a long night. Turns out your city's hero had a lot more to him than you'd originally thought. He was extremely funny, always making little remarks about everything, and he was a great listener. Not a boring one either, he asked questions and seemed genuinely interested in what you were saying.

It was the main thing on your mind that day that you almost forgot the problem at hand. Almost.

Going back to school was something you were dreading. You didn't want to see Peter at all, just thinking about it was totally ruining your mood.

You arrived and headed straight for MJ's locker. You tapped her shoulder, "Heyyyy," you said, making her narrow her eyes at you.

"What happened," she deadpanned and you sighed. You rubbed the bridge of your nose just making her more skeptical.

"Peter and I broke up." You said softly, not meeting her eyes. If you had, you would've seen they were filled with rage.

"What," she asked lowly making you look up. You two were good friends but you didn't really think she'd care much, just because MJ wasn't the best at showing emotions like that.

"Yeah, yesterday after rehearsal I broke up with him. He pushed it too far," you shrugged trying to put it off as nothing but she could see right through your charade.

"C'mere," she slammed her locker shut and interlocked your arms together making you smile in delight. This was so unlike her and you were going to enjoy every moment.

It was like that, your elbows locked together, you beaming and her with a dead-set look on her face as you headed for first period. You were so caught up in the joy of MJ being a little touchy-feely for once that you didn't realize she wasn't actually headed towards class but instead down the hall towards the locker of your ex.

Luckily you caught on while you were still a few feet away, dragging her to a stop in the student-packed hall.

"Hey, hey, hey. What do you think you're doing?" You looked at her, raising an eyebrow.

She shrugged nonchalantly. "Going to chew out your ex-boyfriend for being a dick," she said as if it were obvious.

You snuck a glance at him just in time to see him swerving his head opposite direction. So, he had definitely seen you. You shook your head, "Mj you can't do that, you'll scare him so bad you'll send him into cardiac arrest."

She cracked a smile at that until she looked in his direction and her face fell again, "No way. I'm gonna beat him into a pulp I swear-"

"Michelle," she tensed as you used her full name, "I'm fine. In fact, I broke up with him." Her shoulders deflated. "I'm not letting him off the hook that easily," she mumbled and you nodded, not really expecting her to. "I'm gonna give him the death stare all day long." She continued.

"And I'm sure he'll turn to stone by the end of the day," you said reassuringly. Her face lifted a little.

"But if he even tries to pull some stupid shit, I will not hesitate," she gave you a look that said 'this is the one thing you have no say over' and you nodded again. Anything as long as she didn't approach him and embarrass the three of you in the crowded school hallways.

She seemed satisfied with that answer, and so you both turned around to actually get to class this time but not before you snuck another glance at Peter who, for some reason, was looking a little paler than a few seconds ago. Even a little..scared? Maybe he heard MJ's threats, you humored yourself, turning your head away from him again. But that was impossible because the halls were way too crowded for him to have overheard you both. Not to mention you were still a ways away from him.

The rest of the day went by easier than you thought it would, with extremely minimal interactions with Peter. none, in fact, after the MJ incident (who had stuck by your side all day like your own personal bodyguard).

Of course, it might've been because you were avoiding him. You knew his schedule well and you knew where he'd be at almost all hours of the day. Even in your shared classes, you'd charmed some other students into switching seats with you so you didn't have to sit beside him anymore.

There was no rehearsal today so you dragged MJ to get ice cream with you, despite her initial refusal. You just needed a distraction, you didn't feel like going home and drowning in your thoughts for the rest of the day so you were gonna stall as much as you could.

You paid for your ice creams and MJ chose a booth in the back for you both to sit at. Once upon a time, you all used to come here as a group (you, MJ, Ned, and Peter) and sometimes just you and Peter alone on simple dates. The memories hurt to think about so you pushed them aside trying to only focus on the sweetness of your chocolate ice cream.

"So why'd you do it," MJ asked bluntly. You looked at her and furrowed your brows, not knowing what she meant.

She sighed, "Why'd you break up with him? I can see how down in the dumps you've been all day, you clearly didn't want to do it, so why did you?" She didn't ask it in a nosy manner, just simply, as if she were asking you for today's date.

You exhaled slowly, trying to buy yourself time because as much as you didn't want to answer her question, you had to. You felt as if you owed her that much with how extra kind and supportive she was acting today, despite that going against her usual personality. And plus, she was your friend so she should know.

"You know how he was MJ, I always told you," you sighed. You look down and start picking at your nails. "He just promised that he'd be there for one of my rehearsals claiming that, since they meant so much to me, he should go to one. And even though I kept telling him no and that he probably wouldn't be able to make it, he promised,

"He promised, and he still couldn't show up. So it just made me start thinking, and if he can't keep his word with simple things like that, how can I trust him with bigger things like a relationship? All the other times he's bailed on me, no explanation, and I'd just feel so stupid and hurt after getting stood up again. And I just snapped I guess."

MJ nodded solemnly as the bell above the door rang. Just out of curiosity, you looked up from your ice cream and you immediately wished you hadn't because walking in was Peter and Ned.

"Speak of the devil," you muttered as you buried your head down, letting your hair cover your face. MJ gave you a confused look before turning around and seeing just what you were talking about. She muttered a few profanities before grabbing your hand and dragging you up by your wrist.

As soon as you stood up two pairs of eyes landed on the both of you and before you could even think about where to run away, Ned was heading towards you with Peter right at his heels.

You cringed and MJ stood up straighter and tensed. You put a hand on her shoulder to remind her to relax and not turn on 'kill mode' yet.

"Hey guys," Ned said smiling big and for a second you thought maybe Peter didn't tell him about the breakup. Until you saw him send a not-so-subtle slap to the back of his shoulder but Ned ignored it.

"Hey Ned," you said softly giving him a tight smile and avoiding Peter's eyes despite feeling them burning holes into your skin. MJ just stood stiffly.

"Funny running into you guys here huh? Me and Pete just came here for a little treat, y'know we need a pick-me-up after that math quiz," he laughed and you forced a small chuckle. You two seemed to be the only ones trying, Peter was just staring at you the whole time and MJ was glaring at him, waiting for him to try something so she had an excuse to pounce.

"Say, aren't you in the same class Y/N? How was the test for you," he asked, clearly trying to keep the conversation flowing but as you opened your mouth to answer, someone else did.

"Well, this has been just great. Not," MJ said which made heat rush to your face. As uncomfortable as you were, you never wanted to be rude to them, especially Ned. He had done nothing wrong and he was only being nice.

"But Y/N and I have plans to be elsewhere so see ya later Leeds. And Parker, you might want to blink before your eyeballs dry out, not that I'd mind," she muttered the last part but you all still heard it so you sent a slap to her arm. She just shrugged as you turned towards Ned, still avoiding even looking at Peter, "Yea it was nice to see you Ned but we do have somewhere to be so we should catch up some other time," you tried more politely.

"Yeah, of course," he sent you another smile as MJ dragged you by your arm out the door and you waved lamely at him. You both stopped as the door closed behind you. you inhaled deeply, trying to calm your nerves.

"Oh my fuck, that was stressful," you muttered.

MJ gave you a sympathetic look before gesturing to follow her, "Come on, let's find somewhere else to hang out."

you followed her and looked into the window of the shop where you saw Peter and Ned hunched over whispering about something. probably about how awkward that interaction was.

"Come on y/n, pleaseeeeeee," Lexi begged, giving you big, wide, puppy dog eyes.

It was the next day after school and you were currently being bombarded by the whole cast and crew to play a big round of truth or dare with them.

So they sent Lexi to convince you, knowing how close you two were. And also how stubborn she was.

"But we have work to do," you whined pathetically. "Y/N honestly everything is done. and plus, we have one more rehearsal before opening night so if we did miss anything, which we didn't, we'll get it done that day," someone else from the crowd yelled, the rest yelling in agreement.

They were especially laying it on you because Mrs. Lightbody was absent today, leaving you in charge alone.

"Y/N/N, what are you even worrying about," Lexi asked, "you have everything memorized down to a 't'. Like, honestly, if any one of us had to bail last minute you could totally take over because I know you have every part of the script memorized." Everyone else was laughing in agreement and you looked down knowing it was true.

"I mean, come on, isn't truth or dare such a 'seventh grade' kinda game," you tried for measly, knowing that what she said was true, almost everything was ready for the big day and the minor stuff left could be taken care of at the last rehearsal.

"Well if you don't wanna play truth or dare we can always do something else," Lexi offered, giddy at the fact that you might actually agree.

"How about a scavenger hunt," someone suggested.

"Yeah! Me and Jack can write up a bunch of lists of tasks to do and items to gather. It'll take us less than 10 minutes," Lacy offered.

Everyone looked around and you finally spoke up, "Sure why not," you gave in and everyone started cheering, some even whistling, "A bunch of kids running around an empty school? What could go wrong?" you told them, the whole group laughing loud.

Everyone lounged around for a few minutes while Lacy and Jack laid out somewhere on the stage, pulling out a bunch of empty papers and started writing on them. You watched as Jack said something that made Lacy laugh, making a blush form on his cheeks. it had once been like that with me and Peter, you thought, but you tried not to let that bitter feeling seep in again.

As if sensing your distress, Lexi came over and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, "Hey," she said softly, "maybe this'll be good for you, y'know. You work really hard and you need something to forget about that Parker kid for once. so let's go wild and run around the school a bit." you smiled, thinking about how ridiculous this whole thing really was and how Mrs. Lightbody would endlessly scold you if she ever found out. but you also couldn't help the excitement bubbling in you. this sounded like a lot of fun.

"Yea, you're right," you agreed and you both lounged out on the stairs on the side of the stage until Jack stood up on the center stage and whistled, gathering everyone's attention.

he waited, Lacy beside him holding a bunch of paper scraps, until everyone was close until he began, "Fellow children of theater," he started dramatically, "I hold before you midtown's very first, annual, theater games." everyone cheered and clapped.

"You may gather into groups, as many as you like, just no more than four to a group, please. Now if you will, sort yourselves, and once your group is ready, come grab the paper that will have your tasks from Lady Lacy." He finished and motioned to Lacy who took a bow and everyone clapped once more. Man, you were gonna miss these kids once this play was over.

you and Lexi decided that you were just going to go together but as you were getting ready to get up on stage, Brad Davis approached you two.

"Hey," he greeted with that charming smile of his. Lexi greeted him while you waved silently beside her.

"Mind if I join you two," he asked the both of you, but his eyes were only on you, searching for your reaction to his question.

"Of course Brad," Lexi said, being the overly polite person she was. He nodded but he was still looking at you hopefully so you decided to answer, "Of course, you can join us," you smiled slightly. "After all, three minds are better than two. And I'm sure we'll need the extra help with whatever those two have planned for us," you motioned to the two leaders of this event, making Brad and Lexi laugh.

The three of you made your way to Jack and Lacy to grab a list of tasks. You approached them, "Hey Lace, can we grab a sheet?"

"Of course," she said sweetly. She grabbed a paper then looked down and laughed lowly. you all looked at her confused and she just ignored you, turning to nudge Jack. He didn't help your confusion when he looked at the paper and burst out laughing.

"What? What is it," Lexi asked, stepping forward. Lacy shook her head, "It's nothing, it's just," she laughed a little more, "me and Jack sorta wrote this one as a joke, the tasks on here are hella extreme, and frankly," she looked at you, "I don't know if you can handle it Y/N."

You must've looked taken aback because she quickly added, "I mean no offense, honestly you're so smart that if I had to choose anyone to actually complete these I'd choose you."

"Then why don't you think I can handle it," you crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow. "Well I know you're a stickler for the rules," she started, "and these break basically all of them."

"Lemme see that," you snatched the paper out of her hand and read it. well, you started to read it, but after seeing the first two tasks, you stopped.

You looked up to see her and Jack fighting off smiles. "I can totally get another one for you for you," she started to reach for the paper but you yanked it out of her grasp. "No, no, no. I'm doing this," you stated.

She and Jack exchanged a look, "are you sure," he asked you weakly. You raised your head and put on a defiant look, you loved proving people wrong, "Yes."

You walked away, Brad and Lexi close on your heels, only stopping in front of the auditorium door.

"Can I see it," Lexi asked? You nodded, handed her the paper, and watched as she read through it. Her eyes widened every time she read something on the list, Brad reading over her shoulder.

"Y/N, I love you but you're crazy," she said. You went to reply to her but just then, Jack was at the center of the stage again.

"Everyone has a task card, each group will try their hardest to complete all the tasks they were given. We will meet up here in an hour and a half and the winning group will be treated properly." He looked down to set up a timer on his phone. "But there is a trick to this," he paused for dramatic effect, "there's is an obstacle my partner and I have withheld from you all,

"We are, in fact, not alone in the school. There was a teacher meeting to be held after school hours and we have a few stranglers still wandering the halls. So you must be careful not to get caught," he smirked and you feel more of that excitement rush through you. You could really use the adrenaline rush this would definitely bring.

He looked up, holding his phone up for everyone to see, his thumb hovering over the green button that would start the timer, "Let the games commence!" he yelled as his thumb hit the button, the numbers already starting to go down quickly as kids started rushing out the doors.

"Oh my god, we are so gonna get caught," Lexi whined, making you laugh. "Well, we aren't gonna win with that attitude, come on Lex, live a little."

"Yeah what she said," Brad laughed and stepped forward to hold the door open for the both of you.

"Such a gentleman," you muttered as you stuck your head out to look down the halls both ways before grabbing Lexi's hand and dragging her after you.

"Read the first one Lex," you whispered as you scouted the halls for any sign of movement.

"'Bring back a lightbulb that is currently being used in one of the rooms in the building'," she read off the paper.

You thought for a second, "Most of the school uses tube lights so where can we get a light bulb?"

The three of you were quiet for a second before Brad piped up, "The library has ceiling fans that use lightbulbs," he suggested, but it sounded more like a question.

You clapped him on the shoulder, "Brad you're a genius." His face seemed to light up at your compliment.

The three of you headed towards the library, running into a few other kids who were also trying to complete their lists.

You quietly opened the doors and motioned for Lexi and Brad to stay behind as you made sure there were no librarians or teachers present. Once you were positive the coast was clear, you let them in and went towards the ceiling fan furthest in the back, in case anyone walked in.

You stood up on the table but you couldn't reach, "Brad, you're tall. Get up here," you instructed and he followed.

"I have a better idea," and before you could ask what it was, he picked you up by the waist and lifted you up to where you could easily unscrew it.

You carefully twisted it until the light gave out and the warm glass fell into your hands. You looked down at Brad, who was still holding you, and smiled, "Thank you."

He smiled back and let you down, both of you stepping off the table. Lexi clapped lightly, "Ok first task done," she grabbed a pen from her pocket and crossed it out. As soon as she lifted the pen from the paper you heard a door close.

You all looked at each other panicked. You brought a finger up to your lips and quietly tiptoed your way between the shelves, leading them to the back exit.

Everything was going smoothly until Lexi accidentally bumped into a chair making it fall to the floor, the metal making a loud noise. You all froze in your tracks as the school's librarian's voice rang out, "Hello? Who's there?"

Quickly thinking, you handed them the lightbulb and ushered both of them to the other side of the shelf as her footsteps sounded closer and closer. Once they were completely hidden from your view you pretended to browse the books on the shelf just as Ms. Smith approached you.

"Oh Y/N, it's just you. What're doing here so late," she asked, her scratchy voice prickling your skin.

"Um well, as you may know, I'm directing the school play that's performing this Friday," you said. She nodded for you to go on, still looking suspicious.

"There's actually a rehearsal today and I managed to find some time to sneak away to the library to get a book," you continued, having no idea where you were going with this.

"You came here this late just to get a book? You know the library is closed at this time of day dear, it's only open during school hours," she said, still sounding suspicious so you knew you had to bring out the big guns.

You sighed looking down, trying your hardest to seem heartbroken, "Well you see Ms. Smith, my boyfriend broke up with me and I just really needed to get lost in a good book to forget how hurt I am," you forced your voice to crack and looked away wiping your eyes from nothing.

"At the 'Greek Mythology' section," she questioned, and you almost faltered. But you were too committed.

You nodded, your lip quivering, "he always used to tell me stories of the Greek myths. And the story of Orpheus and Eurydice," you let out a choked sob. "it's so romantic."

She ate. it. up. "Why yes it is, it's one of my favorites actually. Well, you take your time dear," she rubbed your shoulder as you buried your face into your hands, "and let me know if you need anything else, alright? I'll be up at the front desk."

You just sobbed harder until she left. Once you were sure she was gone, you moved your hands away from your face, which was bone dry.

You went behind the shelf to find Brad and Lexi shuffled together. You had to hold your laughter until you exited into the halls.

You grabbed Lexi's hands and laughed, "Did you see how she totally bought that?"

Lexi laughed with you, "You were really good Y/N, I almost bought it too! And the fake crying? Absolutely genius."

"Yea Y/N, I almost thought you were fresh out of a breakup," Brad added and you laughed again. "That part is actually true," you inform him, "everything else though, was a part of the bit. Peter doesn't know the first thing about Greek mythology let alone the story of Orpheus and Eurydice." you laugh.

"Oh? So Parker's out of the picture," he asked and you just nodded as you read the next task on the paper, not noticing his smile.

You were dead set on doing everything on this list

A little over an hour had passed. You and Brad were currently busy unscrewing one of the circular seats from a cafeteria table. Of course, you had no tools so you had to improvise. You found that if you bent a bobby pin just the right way, it'll do the trick.

You kept twisting the bobby pin until you heard a clattering sound as the last screw fell off. Brad held up the seat as the three of you grinned. You were so gonna win this.

You stood up and opened up the bag with the rest of your supplies as Brad added your new prize. You had stolen a trash bag from the janitor's closet to hold everything for you. As the three of you walked down the hallways holding the most random collection of things, you spoke up, "Lex, what's next on the list?"

She looked down and the smile that was previously on her face quickly disappeared as she seemed to pale a little. "Oh no," she muttered.

"What? What is it," you asked as you all stopped in your tracks.

"It's the last one," she said and you smiled, happy that you'd made it this far.

"Ok so what's the problem," you asked, not really seeing what she was getting at. "Out of everything on this list," she started, "this is the one that will for sure get us expelled."

You and Brad exchanged a look, "Hit me with it."

"We have to steal the principal's desk chair."

"Those little shits," you muttered, your hands clenching into fists. "So that's it right? I mean, we got everything else on here, we don't have to win. We made it further than any of us thought we would," she said but you were already shaking your head.

"We have to win, we are going to win," you were so determined to win this stupid game and you weren't even sure why.

Lexi looked up, closed her eyes, and brought her hands up together, "Dear god, I'm too young to die. my parents would kill me."

Brad laughed as you headed down the hall towards the principal's office. Once you reached where you could see it, you crouched, the others right beside you.

the walls on his side of the office were glass and you could see Principal Morita sitting at his desk. You sighed and turned to face your partners, "I have a plan but it's a little crazy."

"Oh please, this whole thing has been more than a little crazy, just hit us with it Y/L/N," Lexi whispered.

"Ok one of us will have to lure him out while the other two wait behind the door. While he's in the hallway and whoever's with him is keeping him distracted, the other two sneak into the office, roll the chair out the other door, and wait around the corner. Once we're done and completely secure, we send some sort of signal and he's free to go back in."

You were unsure, it was a little all over the place and really risky but they were both nodding at you. "Ok I can distract him, I know exactly what to talk to him about," Lexi offered and you laughed.

You looked at Brad, "Guess it's you and me." You started crawling to the other side of the hall, careful to stay low so Morita wouldn't see you.

"Yup," he muttered, "your regular Bonnie and Clyde." You held in a laugh as you got situated on the brick wall at the side of the office, made sure you were out of view from the door, and motioned for Lexi to go ahead.

She took a deep breath and knocked on the door, the sound ringing out loud in the quiet hallway. It didn't take long before the door opened and was held right in between you and your school's principal.

"Um, yes, may I help you," you heard him ask.

"Sorry to bother you sir, but I really needed to talk to you about something," Lexi said desperately. "Ok why don't you go ahead and take a seat in my office," he offered. "NO," she cleared her throat, knowing she had said that too loud, "what is mean is, no I can't I'm kind of in a hurry." You heard her take a few steps back. "We should just speak out here."

Mr. Morita followed her, letting go of the door as he stepped forward but Brad grabbed the handle before it could close. He held it open for you as you crawled in and he followed behind before quietly shutting it after him.

You two crawled up to his office careful not to be seen since this side of his office wall was made of glass. Currently, his back was to you and Brad while Lexi was facing you but was careful not to let her eyes wander and betray her.

"Ok," you silently opened the door, "we'll need to pick it up until we round the corner because the noise of it rolling would definitely catch his attention."

"Alright I can handle that," Brad said as he grabbed the legs of the chair and stood up but you motioned for him to stop. You moved out the door and peeked your head around the wall the tiniest bit. You saw Lexi passionately going on about something and from what you could see of Morita, he looked a little uncomfortable. You made a mental to ask her later what she was going on about. Once you were sure that Mr. Morita wouldn't see you, you stuck your hand and made a 'shooing' motion.

You weren't sure if Lexi would see it or not but she must've seen it from the corner of her eye because she moved so that she was facing the hallway you had to go down head-on, making Morita turn even more as he listened to whatever it was she was rambling about.

Now, with his back directly towards you and the new direction you were headed, you both left the office and you silently shut the door. Brad quietly put down the chair, "Get on," he ordered. You looked at him a little confused as he tried again, "Come on, it'll be fun."

Hell, you'd already done way crazier things today than you ever thought you would. One more couldn't hurt. So you sat on the chair as he picked it up and walked down the hall. You had to hold in your laughter.

Once he turned the corner he set you down, stuck his head out, and shot Lexi a thumbs up. Less than a minute later, she approached you guys. "Go before he sees us," she whisper-yelled.

You were still sitting in the seat and Brad took it upon himself to push you through the halls. It was such a rush, laughing in the chair with your hair flying around you, two of your newest best friends right behind you. It was one of those moments that you knew right then and there how special it was and how much you cherish it in the years to come, all the moments from today actually. You never would've participated in something like this. Ever. It was fun to be pushed out of your comfort zone, to loosen up a bit. And it was especially fun to do it with these two.

You all arrived at the side doors of the auditorium breathless, you from laughter and Brad and Lexi from the running and laughter.

"Oh. my. GOD. I can't believe we actually pulled that off," Lexi said, smacking her forehead, eyes wide.

"Hell yeah, we did," you looked at Brad and grinned as you held out your hand for a high-five. "Lex," you turned towards her, "time?"

She looked down at her watch, "Ten minutes before the deadline," she smiled. She opened the door for the three of you and you all walked inside, extremely proud of yourselves.

The auditorium was empty, to your surprise, with only you three and Lacy and Jack working on something up on stage. You all walked up the steps, "Hey guys," you spoke up.

They looked up a little confused hearing your voice, "Oh hey Y/N," Jack said, "done already?" you nodded casually and looked down picking at your nails, peeking up to see the shocked expressions on their faces.

"No way," Lacy whispered, "there's no fucking way you could've done all that." She said, louder this time.

You looked up, as if in thought, and put a hand on your chin, "Really lace?" Brad brought up the bag, he had stashed it in a hallway while you did your little office heist and the chair. "Cause I thought I just did," you smirked.

They stood with their mouths agape while the three of you just grinned at each other.

"Well I'm impressed," Jack said as he looked at you and your friends, "can't wait to announce the winners!"

The three of you sat on the edge of the stage while the rest of the groups piled in and handed their lists to Lacy and Jack so they could assess them. Soon enough, everyone had filed back into the auditorium and after a few minutes, Jack shooed everyone off the stage so he could make his announcement.

Once everyone was standing below the stage, Jack walked up to the center as he had done almost 2 hours before. "Students of Midtown," he bellowed, "I come to you with news of your latest adventure. We have gone through everyone's task list and the little prizes they brought back. I'm disappointed to say that only one team completed every task given to them."

Murmurs broke through the students as they wondered which group could've finished everything in so little time. You turned toward Brad and Lexi, "Wait we finished everything so does that mean-"

"I'm pleased to announce, however, the winners of the scavenger hunt. Y/N Y/L/N, Lexi Walker, and Brad Davis, congratulations!" Applause shattered all around you while you, Brad, and Lexi were hugging and high-fiving.

"Get on up here," Lacy shouted. You three were pushed forward by the other kids. You all walked up the steps and stopped in the middle of the large stage. Lacy and Jack turned to grab something and when they were facing you again, you saw what it was and you laughed. They were holding three makeshift crowns, made of cardboard. They were colored yellow (probably with a Crayola marker) and had big colorful jewels glued on the tips.

"Do you like em,'" Lacy asked with glee, "Me and Jack made them while everyone was out."

"I love them," you told her truthfully. The two of them approached your group and crowned you all separately as you stood in the middle with Lexi to your right and Brad to your left.

Jack stepped back, "Ladies and gentlemen, fellow students of Midtown High, let's hear it for the first winners of our very own theater games!"

Applause and cheering roared all around you. You smiled but then remembered something. Leaning to the side towards your friend, you whispered, "Hey Lex, what were you talking about with Mr. Morita, y'know, when you had to distract him for us?" She grinned at you evilly. "I told him that all the girls' bathrooms in the building should have a handful of free menstrual products because incidents happen every day and distract us from our schoolwork."

You threw your head back laughing as she laughed along with you. "Lexi! What did he say?"

"He got so flustered I barely kept him out of his office as long as I did." She told you and you laughed even more. "I can't believe you had the confidence to actually do that," you choked out between fits of laughter. Everyone was still clapping below you. She only shrugged, "Someone had to do it. I was just fortunate to be handed the opportunity." She said it so wisely, you didn't know whether to laugh some more or solemnly nod.

You looked down at your watch and realized rehearsal had actually ended a few minutes ago. You stepped forward, "Thank you, everyone, really. I hope you all had as much fun as I did because I had a blast," you looked back at your friends and smiled, "but, as you know, all good things have to end. It's getting late and before we all start heading home I wanted to talk to you all about something,

"The day after tomorrow is the last rehearsal for us which really sucks because I always look forward to these things. No, seriously, sometimes they're the only thing to get me through the day." Chuckles and little shouts of agreement spread around the group, "And the day after that, is the long-awaited play we've all worked so hard on. And as much as I can't wait to see how amazing everyone's going to do," you looked at Lexi, who smiled right back, "I'll miss seeing your faces every day so, please, if you see me in the hall or in class or something, don't be a stranger. And at our next rehearsal, Mrs. Lightbody will definitely be back so I expect everyone to keep their mouths shut about today. Or none of us will live to make it to opening night."

Everyone clapped with a few people yelling things like "wWe'llmiss you too Y/N" and "Don't worry, this won't be the end of us!" that last one was Jack being as dramatic as ever. You laughed, "Great, now everyone, get your asses home before I get kicked off the cast for keeping you all too late."

Everyone was running around getting their things ready and you were about to do the same when you remembered something. "Hey Lace, Jack," you called them over, "what are you gonna do with everything?"

they looked at each other and smirked before looking back at you, "oh don't worry Y/N, that's for us to worry about." he told you, setting unease in your mind.

You chuckled stiffly, "Um, well, be careful I guess?" They laughed, "Of course we will Y/N/N." Lacy said.

"Ok, well then I'm gonna get going now, bye!" You waved at them and they both waved back. You stepped off the stage, grabbing your bag from the corners of the steps where you'd left it. You were almost at the door when you heard your name being called. Turning around you saw Brad

"Oh, hey Davis," you smiled. "hey Y/N. I was wondering if I could walk home with you," and if you didn't know any better, you'd think he sounded a little nervous.

You laughed, "Of course, you can Brad," you started walking out the door, "unless you're trying to kidnap me then no." you deadpanned, making him laugh. He put up both hands, "Hey, my criminal record is clean and I plan on keeping it that way."

You were outside now and the roads were wet. Apparently, it had rained while you guys were getting it crazy back at school. You fake pouted, "Ugh, that sucks. I have a thing for bad boys," you smiled up at him widely. He dramatically threw his head to the side, getting rid of the hair that had fallen on his face. "Well, I'm as bad as they come."

"Oh?" you questioned, raising a brow. He nodded and leaned in, putting a hand to cover his mouth as he whispered in your ear, "One time, I was trying to parallel park between two cars and I accidentally hit one of them so I got scared just and left."

You burst out laughing, "Oh my god, I was not expecting that. BRAD! you committed a hit and run!" You laughed some more as he just shrugged, "What can I say? I'm just that cool." You fake swooned on him, throwing a hand on your forehead, "Oh my goodness Brad Davis, take me now!"

he laughed as you pushed yourself off him, laughing along with him. It was like that for the rest of the way and you realized how funny he was. He went along with all your bits (which was always appreciated) and made some himself. The walk went by quickly and was over faster than you would've liked.

You stopped in front of the door to your apartment building, "Well this is me." Brad stopped beside you. "Y'know," you started, "you're way cooler than I thought Davis."

He laughed, "Glad you finally figured that out. Maybe we could do this again sometime?"

You nodded, "Yeah, I think I'd like that." He grinned, "Great." you two sat there just staring at each other for a few seconds, the only sound was water hitting the ground as it fell out of gutters, and when he looked like he was about to open his mouth and say something, a car honked and splashed the two of you, leaving the two of you soaked from the side.

You squealed in surprise and laughed. "Holy shit! Well, my socks are ruined now." Brad laughed along and you missed the twinge of disappointment coating his features. "Well, see you tomorrow Brad!" you waved at him as you turned to walk into the building.

As you made your way up the stairs, you couldn't help the excitement still coursing through you. Maybe Spider-Man would pay you a visit. You had a lot to share after today.

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hurtspideyparker · 1 year ago

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What do you think about Marvel's move bringing back RDJ but now as Dr. Doom. I just wondered how this would affect Peter...

At first I was like OH MY GOD ROBERT DOWNEY JR. because I just adore! him! And of course I would love him back in Marvel, cuz I'm a sap and RDJ as Tony Stark revolutionized superhero cinema. Also "new mask same task" and striking the Tony Stark T pose? Legendary stuff.

Then I actually thought about the implications and the character, and I'm just not a fan. Bringing Downey back as anyone but Tony Stark is really weird, and doesn't make sense. Feels like an insane Tony Stark+Dr. Doom plot, which they made up just to get RDJ back cuz he's the money maker. Plus Dr. Doom deserves a new unique actor, especially a Romani one. I do love Dr. Doom as an MCU villain though, if he is cast properly. If they were gonna bring a Tony variant into the MCU make him a TONY variant, using Dr. Doom isn't it. Although under different circumstances I'd love to see more of RDJ as an antagonist, he's an incredible actor (his 1998 film US Marshalls started a fire in me for him to play more villains).

ANYWAYS - ignoring all the negative stuff, let's talk about Peter Parker!

I'd like to imagine a scene where Peter is fighting Doom - he's using his usual quips, being silly. He thinks it's just another day, another villain. Doom is incredibly strong and it's a tough fight, but Peter just manages the perfect hit to tear Doom's mask off.

Then he hesitates.

While scarred and cruel, the sight is still unmistakably familiar.

"Tony?"

Doom doesn't waver, he strikes Peter with deadly and immediate force in his moment of weakness.

Peter goes flying backwards, smashing through glass and brick.

He's hurt, badly, lying still on the floor beneath Doom. Bloody and torn Doom leaves him there, a pitiful and easily distracted kid. He doesn't know what he said, nor does he care. Von Doom just squashed a bug.

Left alone, Peter suffers from the ache in his body, the hit to his ego, and the biggest question - what did he see?

He questions whether he was drugged, or having a stress-induced hallucination. It doesn't make any sense for this to catch up to him in the middle of a battle. That's usually when he's most focused and level headed.

Sure, he used to see Mr. Stark. In billboard models with goatees, in the kind smile of a professor, in the corner of his eye when walking down the street. He never thought it was really him though, and it's been years since he's been struck so painfully with memories of his old mentor.

This, this is completely different. He stared right at Tony's face as clear as day.

Maybe Peter drags himself to the nearest hero. Still bloody and bruised, but he has to tell someone what he saw. Who is there? Who can he call? Hawkeye? Bruce Banner? Daredevil? They may not know Peter Parker, but he's still Spider-Man. He has a big name, and I'm curious who's taken notice.

Personally, I'd kill to finally get a Spider-Man and Fantastic Four team up in theatres. With the FF movie coming out and Doom being a big nemesis to the team I'm really hoping we get some Fantastic Four and Avengers interactions.

Anyways. Peter warns them, or does research on his own. He obsesses over this Doctor Doom.

Fast forward, maybe Doom and Peter work together against another evil, or Doom's own invention. Or maybe they're just near each other enough to get to know one another.

Doom and Stark do have some things in common, and I think that would strike a chord in Peter. Doom is an intellectual, a scientist, he's a self-absorbed perfectionist.

Doom commends Peter on his genius, his capabilities. Offers him a deal to join him and put his brain to good use. It would hit too close to home for Peter. A kid who wanted nothing more than to be like Tony Stark, to be strong and intelligent. To have his old mentor look at him and acknowledge his effort.

It messes with Peter's head and brings up his unresolved issues with Tony. It makes him sick.

Peter Parker got erased, and now it's like he's reliving his youth and trauma in some twisted and dark remake.

Maybe there's something bigger at play here. Maybe someone is haunting him, torturing him.

Laughing at him.

#tony stark #peter parker #doctor doom #marvel mcu #irondad and spiderson #spider man #iron man #mcu #avengers #anon #robert downey jr #victor von doom #marvel #ask

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izurusstuff · 6 months ago

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“I will fall in love with you over and over again…” (fem!user x Blip Bucky Barnes)

message from izurusstuff: so i started a marvel movie marathon with my bf and retapped to my addiction to my beloved james buchanan barnes… what better place to write about him than tumblr? i guess this means the MCU is on my whitelist now too, no complaints tho cuz i love u, tumblr marvel fandom!! also random but i realized there may be a recurring theme with my favorite characters from media… (bucky, izuru, shadow…)

summary: Y/N was a part of the half of the world that didn’t get written out of existence when Thanos snapped. However, being snapped away would’ve been a better alternative than watching the love of her life disintegrate in front of her… but with the help of an ex-conman, the Avengers found a way to bring everyone back… now, Y/N and Bucky get to pick up where they left off.

Y/N was the American Ambassador to Wakanda, appointed by King T’Challa after his decision to make Wakanda known to the rest of the world. By extension, it also meant that Y/N worked in close proximity to Bucky Barnes, being that he was an American refuge in Wakanda that T’Challa personally chose to save after he was framed for killing King T’Chaka.

Of course, Y/N became extremely close to the royal family of Wakanda— Ramonda saw her as a daughter, just like Shuri, T’Challa, and Nakia all viewed her as a sister. All of them plus Bucky lived their own fairy tale lives in Wakanda.

When Bucky (finally) asked Y/N out, Shuri and Nakia were the first to know. And boy were they happy. Both them were secretly shipping Y/N and Bucky ever since they met him and saw how he looked at her. And when he told them he was planning on proposing to her a couple years later, Shuri instantly offered to create Y/N’s engagement ring out of vibranium and Alexandrite.

But Y/N never knew those were the plans.

Y/N was instructed by T’Challa to hide in Shuri’s lab during the battle against Thanos in Wakanda. Before she went in, Y/N gave Bucky a quick peck on the lips, not knowing that would be the last time she touched him. He’s survived much worse, why would she have to say goodbye? She thought that at any given moment, Bucky and T’Challa would come back through the door to announce they won. That never happened.

Y/N stood next to Wanda in the lab while she watched Vision’s mind stone get extracted, holding her hand in anticipation. Honestly, if it weren’t for the fact Wanda was so distracted by Vision’s procedure, she’d probably yell at Y/N for her freakish gorilla strength grip on her hand. But it was different this time. They needed each other, both knowing their loves’ lives were on the line. When Wanda left to join everyone else fighting, Y/N stayed by Vision’s side. If she had supercool powers that could help, she would’ve joined Wanda and helped the rest of the team… but she couldn’t, she was just a diplomat. And she never felt so powerless in her entire life until she saw those creatures throw Shuri out of the way to kidnap Vision. Why they didn’t kill her in the process, she had no idea. Maybe it was to emotionally torture her by forcing her to watch everything with no way to help.

Knowing that the lab was compromised, Y/N ran as fast as she could to go find Bucky. Was he… holding a racoon with a gun? That could talk?! Y’know, she’s seen weirder. She saw that Bucky was safe and stayed back, trying to seek cover in one of the several huts. Then the fighting dissipated… was it safe to leave? She slowly walked outside and saw a lightning bolt… was that the Thor guy she’s heard so much of? Just what exactly went on outside Wakanda that she didn’t know about? Because everyone seemed like this was normal. Whatever, she had to find Bucky— she could ask him questions later. In retrospect, Y/N wish she stayed put for just a few more seconds… because then came the worst sight of her life.

Y/N’s legs took her as fast as they could through a Wakandan jungle until she finally reached Bucky and Steve. Then in what seemed like slow motion, Bucky turned around, running towards Y/N, calling out her name.

“Y/N-!”

It happened. Before Bucky could finish saying her name, he began to turn into dust right in front of her. The scream she let out still rung in her ears five years later. She fell to the ground, trying to collect all the dust of Bucky that she could. The next few moments were a blur, but she remembered seeing a watery Steve through the tears in her eyes and him pulling her away from the dust pile.

———

That was five years ago… but it felt so much longer; Y/N’s constant nightmares from reliving Bucky’s death made every day agonizing. The only time she could see Bucky again was in her dreams… she just wanted to sleep all the time so she could tell him one last time how much she loved him. This time when she woke up, Y/N received a text from Steve saying that they found a way to reverse the Snap and to make it to the Avengers Compound.

After a few hours, Y/N finally arrived and saw the devastation going on. The familiar phrase “Avengers! Assemble!” rang through her ears, then she turned around to see the portals behind her. Was that T’Challa?! She ran over to hug him with tears pouring from her eyes. God, she missed him and Shuri. Even though Bucky’s disappearance is what traumatized her, Y/N was equally as sad to say goodbye to her friends in Wakanda as she was Bucky.

“We missed you just as much as you missed us, Y/N.” T’Challa said, the rest of those who disintegrated in Wakanda appearing behind him. Did that mean—?

HOLY SHIT. IT DID.

Bucky also came out of the portal, not saying anything to her. Instead, he held out his arms for Y/N to run into.

It was now time to start rewriting the chapters of her life that Bucky missed out on.

i am so sorry if this is rushed 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 it’s so hard to write this in one single post but i feel tempted to make it a chapter book on wattpad

#izurusstuff #marvel #marvel mcu #mcu fandom #mcu bucky barnes #the winter soldier #the winter solider x reader #infinity war #end game #the avengers

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sphinx-n-friends-old-account · 6 months ago

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△◬▲ My MCU DR ▲◬△

Take a gander at my life in my DR if you'd like! I know it's long, I got a little carried away... 💚

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▲ Shifting to...

△ My bedroom in The Avengers Compound on Thanksgiving in 2016.

▲ Me

△ My name, age (18), appearance, etc. are all pretty much the same as here, though I'm not sharing most of that for privacy reasons.

▲ Backstory

△ My story begins with a man named Bill Johnson. He studied ancient history for many years until he became a curator for a museum in his home town in New Mexico. He was obsessed with mythology and ancient relics, and his obsession only grew when the museum shut down due to the costs of keeping the business afloat and the lack of customers. Bill was furious and devastated until rumors the Mighty Thor being on Earth spread in 2011, just a few months after. He couldn't believe it at first, but that disbelief quickly vanished in 2012 when The Avengers formed to battle aliens in New York. Bill took this as his sign to get powers of his own. If the myth of Thor was true, then there had to be other true myths and magic within his reach. Due to his intense studies, he knew almost everything there was to know about mythology and in which museums the most spectacular artifacts and relics were kept throughout the world. So, he began to travel everywhere he could, stealing them and testing them, desperate to attain some sort of mystical abilities.

△ Bill's thievery continued until November 2016, when SHIELD caught up to him and sent a few Avengers to bring him in. He was attempting to steal an amulet called "The Eye of the Sphinx" from the Getty Villa Museum in Los Angeles, California, sure that it would grant him the powers he yearned for. Steve, Bucky, Nat, and Clint were undercover, watching Bill closely as he made his way towards the exhibit and preparing to intercept him before he could get his greedy hands on it.

△ Meanwhile, I was enjoying my stroll through the room, unknowing walking right behind a deranged, international thief. Because of fate, the amulet ten feet in front of us began to softly glow green in my presence (main character shit, obviously). Of course, Bill thought this was finally his moment of success, his moment of glory. Well, he was wrong. As soon as he rushed forward to snatch the relic, Bucky tackled him to the floor, and the others followed.

△ While they were busy, the amulet essentially disintegrated as the spirit of the sphinx started to bond with mine. Due to its great power, I lost consciousness and would remain unconscious for over day. Bucky (gosh, I love him so much) made the decision to bring me back to the Quinjet, along with Bill, so that they could make sure I'm ok and have Tony and Bruce run some tests if needed. Plus, SHIELD wants to be aware of any and all possible threats.

△ So, Bill got locked up and I was brought to my own room in the Compound where I will wake up! When I do, I will have no memories of my past, including the incident at the museum. I will know that I shifted and I will remember everything I scripted, but my CR memories will also be gone. I chose to do this because I don't want to worry about my CR while I'm there, and I had no idea what to script for my childhood and family. If I don't remember, then it doesn't matter, right?

▲ The Sphinx

◬ (I did research on the Greek myth of the sphinx, but changed some things, so I'm aware that it's not perfectly correct :))

△ The Sphinx is a mythical creature whose spirit bonds with women chosen by fate to protect a person, group of people, place, or thing. There have been 16 Sphinxes before me, and I will be the 17th. The first, Phix, guarded the city of Thebes, as told in the Greek myth, though her story was bent and twisted over time, depicting her as a monster. My destiny as the Sphinx is to protect Bucky and his mind, and I will be helping him with most of his healing after the process in begun in Wakanda.

△ The Book of Phix is a record of all of the previous Sphinxes' experiences and insight. Each of them had the book to write whatever they felt was important for the next Sphinx to know. Due to its magical properties, only a Sphinx can read the contents and write in it. One of the Sphinxes was chosen to protect the Masters of the Mystic Arts, so when she passed, they agreed to protect the book during the years between Sphinxes. The Sorcerer Supreme delivers the book once the next rises, meaning that on the evening of my shift - my first day aware of that reality - Doctor Strange will make a portal to the Avengers Compound, introduce himself as the new Sorcerer Supreme, and give me the book, which will help me, SHIELD, and the other Avengers understand what I'm capable of and what my future may hold. He will also tell me that it is imperative that I gain control of my powers and figure out what I am meant to protect and as soon as possible.

△ When a Sphinx is chosen and bonded, her memories and her previous existence are basically erased. Her knowledge remains and even grows exponentially. However, in order to help her focus on her destiny as a guardian, her life must start again with her mission.

△ "Sphinx" will be my alias, though the public will not know of my existence. Any aid to The Avengers or SHIELD will be psychological, not physical, unless it's absolutely necessary, like interrogations, reconnaissance, strategy, and so on. I'm not really a fan of fights or conflict, so... yeah.

▲ Powers

◬ (Time to be overpowered as fuck just for fun!)

◬ When using my powers, my eyes glow green

△ Physically enhanced (strength, speed, flexibility, etc.)

△ Enhanced senses & night vision

△ Healing factor

△ Combat expertise & stealth

△ Retractable fangs, claws, and wings (yes, I wanna fly, who doesn't?)

△ Always land on feet (like a cat lol)

△ I don't know what to call it, but my eyes can give the effect of a flash bomb and temporarily blind someone

△ Sonic scream

△ Empathy and emotion influence

△ Hypnosis & persuasion

△ Memory reading

△ Mind shield (no one can read or enter my mind; I can extend this ability to other people too)

△ Omnilingualism (understand and speak all languages)

△ Riddle knowledge

△ Empathic energy conversion (use my or others' emotions to create energy blasts or shields; appears green)

△ Sphinx council (very similar to Black Panther - if I meditate, I can speak to the previous Sphinxes in a realm in my mind, or they can summon me; my physical body just looks like I'm zoning out)

▲ Power Limitations

△ If I'm using my powers on someone else, I need to make eye contact.

△ If I use my powers too much, I need to eat something sugary to help me "recharge" (I have a sweet tooth and I'm not sorry).

▲ Permanent Physical Changes

△ Pointed ears

△ Vertical-slit pupils (like a cat)

△ Infertility and no menstruation!

▲ Significant Other

△ Bucky Barnes!

△ Soulmates trope 💚

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▲ More about my DR

△ The Avengers' suits

△ The Avengers' hobbies

△ The Avengers when... (silly scenarios) part 1?

▲ Moodboards

△ The Sphinx (me!)

△ Bucky 💙

#reality shifting #shifting #shifting motivation #shiftblr #shifting community #shifting realities #shifting blog #reality shifter #shifter #marvel dr #mcu dr #marvel shifting #reality shift #desired reality #mcu shifting #mcu reality shifting #mcu dr intro

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dairexx · 6 months ago

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Daisy Johnson, aka Quake. Probably the most bisexual character besides Tony Stark in the (she's not actually in, shit!) MCU.

And yes, that's a headcanon, I know. But that's why I'm writting this.

Welcome everyone to:

How I imagine Daisy Johnson as a Bi icon Pt 1

(Plus some Skimmons because I couldn't keep my hand).

Ok, so. I think anyone who has seen Aos and is gay has noticed the heavy queerbating in this series, and although I enjoyed these scenes mostly imprinted in comedy without any problem and accept the straight couples, you can't tell me that the bus kids aren't all, at least!, bisexuals (no hate to the canon couples, by the way. I really, really love Fitzsimmons, Philinda and I'm serius when I say that Daisy and Lincoln will haunt me forever).

So yes. They're bi. That's canon to me, and if you have any doubts, you will not get answers here. This is just my personal opinion and thoughts. Besides, most of these headcanons will be about Daisy with women, because we've already had a lot of her with guys on the show. We need Daisy kissing girls, thank you!

That being said, today we'll be focusing on the one and only Quake. But first, just a quick disclaimer: These are purely headcanons based on the Agents of Shield series. I have absolutely no knowledge of Daisy in the comics, and while I plan to change that soon, today is not that day. 🤷‍♂️ Also, this is dedicated to a very specific group of people, so if you don't like it or disagree, that's totally fine (yay!) as long as you don't attack me or anyone else for it (boo).

Now yes, here it is:

1. First encounter with it.

Look, Daisy (or as she was called at the time, Skye), had a very hard life. With SHIELD watching over her from the shadows and her totally unaware of this, believing that no one really wanted her, I can totally see her running off to fool around with boys. She is young, probably too young to experience all those things at the same time (cause, you know, teenagers like to rush and grow up fast), and she does all this stuff, dating guys, sleeping in their cars for a few days, having sex and maybe falling in love with one of them every now and then. But she knows what she's doing, ¿Right? At least she thinks she does.

But then something odd happens to her. I bet it's probably at some kind of bonfire at one of her friends' houses, because yeah they're still teenagers, but Skye always was a bit alternative and that was a clear no for a club. So it's just getting drunk at some house party, breaking or setting something on fire just because, and Skye kissing some guy at some point during the night.

Only no boys really catch her eye, so she just hangs out with her friends. And then this girl comes along, a little older than her but not too much, who's a friend of a friend of a friend, and... you know, she's just there. And she has this cute lip piercing, and her hair, wow, her hair. Skye just wants to run her fingers through it. But at the same time, this girl is nothing special really, like, she's not dressed too flashy, just a tank top under a worn, old shirt. But Skye can't stop looking at her and thinking: Fuck, she's so pretty.

The girl notices, of course. And she realizes that this kid who keeps staring at her might actually be interesting, so at some point she sits down next to her and starts chatting with Skye. It turns out they don't have much in common besides music and clothes, but Skye laughs at all of her jokes and feels an incessant fluttering in the middle of her stomach. She's kind of drunk, so she chalks it up to that. But then the girl drags her into the bathroom and they make out for what seems like hours, and the girl keeps calling Skye adorable and cute, and normally she doesn't really care when guys say things like that about her, but now she's blushing like a 13 year old girl and It doesn't make any sense.

2. How she found she's 🏳️‍🌈

It happens, actually, the next day.

After that it's a blur, but she knows she didn't sleep with her. But when she wakes up she can only question the interaction. I mean, sure, they kissed and she enjoyed it, but that doesn't automatically make her gay or anything. Like, come on now, every girl Skye's ever met has kissed another girl at least once. It doesn't mean anything. Plus, she still likes guys.

She likes the way it feels to kiss them, she likes the thick skin under her fingers and the smell of men's perfume. But now she can't stop thinking about pretty hair, small hands on her waist and soft lips without a poorly trimmed beard, and the damn piercing against her mouth. And remember, Skye was raised in a Catholic environment. How could this be happening to her? It's not possible to her, and now she's freaking out a little.

But then Skye is a kid again, not only that, but suddenly she is Mary Sue Poots and she's at Saint Agnes' again, and the nuns are scaring the little ones with that speech she's always hated. "The wrath of God", they used to say. As if the nuns did not contradict themselves by saying that also God was love.

So yeah, she's a little bit a mess about it. And it probably will be for a few months.

It makes her feel vulnerable, to be honest, and she doesn't like feeling that way. But then!, then something funny happens, because Skye gets really angry. How does Saint Agnes continue to torment her after all this time? Come on!, She is no longer a kid, she is not weak or afriad and she's not Mary anymore. So she does what she does best: She uses her laptop and investigates.

It turns out that God is love. Or at least Skye wants to keep that phrase from her childhood to herself. She also finds a curious word: Bisexual.

She doesn't know if that will even help her, but it's a step somewhere. Besides, the flag is pretty (point for the gays).

3. Jemma Simmons.

Boom, she's 25 now! She's quite an adult, and she's very confident and has already fully accepted her sexuality by this time. Skye is now proud and likes to have a good time regardless of who she is with. She has dated a lot of girls and guys at this point, and has this cute heart-shaped bi flag taped to her laptop and even has a strap now. There's nothing she can be afraid of, she already had her sexual crisis at seventeen, thank you very much.

But then she screws up and somehow ends up at SHIELD. All the shit happens with her ex-boyfriend and rising tide and, wow, now she's actually working here? And for these people? Sick.

And look, maybe it's the fact that she's stuck 24/7 on a plane with a reduced number of people, but she still doesn't mind working for SHIELD, not when there's the pure, lovely Jemma Simmons. Oh, Skye is going to have a great time corrupting her. Hear, Skye's all grown up now. She's become quite the tease and flirt over the last few years, especially once she stopped getting tongue-tied over pretty girls. So of course she didn't waste the chance to flirt with the nerdy, British girl of her age. Never seriously of course. Just to have fun and pass the time.

But the thing is, they've become friends over the past few months, and Skye really enjoys her company despite everything. Plus, Jemma seems to have caught on quickly to Skye's flirtatious nature, so she rebuffed any attempts at anything in the most hilarious and awkward ways. Man, Jemma was hilarious and adorable. Skye loves it

So yeah, they quickly fell into a routine. Skye would sneak into the lab, flirt, and then just bug Simmon to explain whatever he was working on. Or maybe she'd just use her laptop, or phone on silent, and that would be all. And that would be great. Really.

Which was weird. Skye doesn't normally constantly seek out people's attention, she hasn't done it in years and it feels weird. She feels like a child who constantly needs attention and to be seen.

Then she freaks out. Like, really freaks out. And she does what she does best (not computers, the other thing): Bingo!, she starts avoiding Jemma. I mean, who needs friends, right? This is just work. So Skye is suddenly everywhere on the bus except the lab. And Jemma... To be honest, she doesn't notice at first. There's always noise on the bus, there are always missions and things to do, and there's always Fitz finishing her sentences (and sometimes even her thoughts) at her side.

But then, probably several days later, one night (very late at night) Jemma can't help but notice the annoying silence around her. Fitz had just gone to sleep and she feels restless, uncomfortable. Why is it so quiet and she can't concentrate? What is missing? What-?

"Oh", she realizes. Skye.

Jemma suddenly feels very embarrassed. She has done something wrong and she didn't even have the decency to notice that Skye was avoiding her for it. Now conscious, Jemma (being the little ball of anxiety that she is) begins to chase Skye around like a kicked puppy. And what the fuck. Skye has no idea what to do. Is Jemma really hurt by this? I mean, sure, Skye is nice and sociable, but people don't want her like that. That's just how things work. So why? Why does Jemma seem desperate to talk to her and hang out?

"I thought you didn't care," Skye finally confesses, looking at Jemma with more curiosity than pain (although it is there too).

And Jemma can't believe she just said that so easily, so she gets piss off. "Of course I care about you, you daft woman! Do you have any idea how difficult it’s been to work without the sound of you typing away on your laptop? Or laughing at something on Twitter? Or—"

And Skye kind of blushes. Just like that, out of nowhere. And she feels her breath hitch before she bursts out laughing, which makes Jemma piss off even more now, and starts ranting about how if Skye had a problem with her, she had to tell her so they could talk about it and fix it, so Jemma could finally go back to work normally.

"You know what my problem is?" Skye, still laughing, asked. Jemma, her cheeks red with annoyance, shook her head. "That you're adorable, Jemma Simmons."

4. When she falls in love.

Okay, so. Skye has been here before, she recognizes the feeling ... And did you see how she was bragging about her game and her strap a few paragraphs ago? Well, Skye, who used to be a mess around pretty girls, turns into one again when she had a crush, or worse, when she falls in love.

So now I hope you can imagine Skye's despair when she realizes she has a crush on Jemma. Because, come on, Skye!, you can't fall for your coworker who happens to be the only other girl your age on a fucking plane. Sure, I mean, Jemma is stunning, not only that, she's super smart and endearing, plus she smiles at everything (literally everything) and she's also kind of super hot when she gets angry, and when she wears her lab coat and doesn't leave the lab for days until she has that messy ponytail and... Oh god, who is she kidding. She's fucked.

But the thing is, she's doing okay for a while, getting back into her routine with Jemma, finding out more things about her (like that she's a terrible liar, that she loves bugs, and that she had scoliosis as a kid). But then she starts to stumble, literally and figuratively. It's like her damn feet can't coordinate every time she hears Jemma's voice, or every time she smiles (have I mentioned that Simmons does that a lot?), or only exists three meters from her. It's pathetic.

And she also completely loses her game. Whereas before she flirted with Jemma as easily as she could breathe, now Skye is a mess of meaningless words, with most of her stuttering ending with "pretty". Because Jemma is pretty, but damn Skye, you can do better than that.

It gets worse when, one night, the younger members of the bus settle down on the couch with some beer cans and start talking about exes. Skye isn't quite sure how they get to this point, but everyone ends up getting a little tipsy and sharing details, even Ward.

Ward has so far admitted that he only had two serious girlfriends who ended up pretty badly due to his job, and that he had several casual encounters before he was sent to this team. Jemma chuckles, still mysterious about which type of guys she's dated despite her bringing up the subject. It's just as Fitz is about to speak and Skye almost leans forward (curious to know what kind of girls he's dated), which Jemma chuckles again and nudges her friend.

"Oh, do you remember Tom? He was so sweet with you."

"Jemma!" Fitz groans, sinking into his seat. "Don't make me remember him. I can't look at robotics the same way I have since then."

Skye blinks owlishly, staring at the man with her mouth open. "You're into dudes?" She hears Ward snort from beside her, as if it's obvious and she ignores him.

Fitz looks at her, almost regaining sobriety when, as an impulse of protection (or maybe his usual sarcasm), asks Skye. "You're not?"

Skye feels her jaw slacken even further, and then she feels Grant's amused gaze on her, but also Jemma's, who is studying her like a mission report sheet and god, she feels stupid. She's already accepted her sexuality, although if she's honest she doesn't remember coming out to anyone but herself.

At the silence, Jemma frowns a little. Protectively, she asks with a slightly pointed look. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"What-!? No, no, of course not!" Skye practically yells, completely panicked. "Me too! I mean... Shit, yeah I like guys too, but girls... girls too. I'm bi?"

Jemma's shoulders relax, clearly relieved. Then she asks amused. "Are you asking me?"

Skye groans, sinking into her seat. "No, I'm... I'm bi."

Fitz leans forward, laughing, but still sympathetic as he gives Skye a small pat on the thigh to comfort her. "Thank you for telling us."

Skye just sighs, closing her eyes. "Sure, Fitz."

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Aaand this is where we end up. I'll write the second part soon, probably about what Skye would be like dating Jemma, and also what Skye would be like if she's in love with Bobbi. For now I offer you this honest work, and I say goodbye with the promise of continuing to write things like this with other MCU characters. If you have any character you want, please tell me. Although I have already prepared do something like this with Natasha.

I think this will be like some kind of a section, which I decided to call Marvel Gay Icons.

Anyway, if you've made it this far, wow! Thanks. I hope you enjoyed whatever this is, and also hope to hear from you soon.

Bye until the next time.

With love, Dai.

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