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togrowoldinv · 5 months

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Drill Lessons

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Natasha shows you how to use a power tool and your mutual crush comes to light

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, oral (N and R receiving)

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To you, Natasha Romanoff is the most beautiful woman to ever walk the earth.

You’ve been wanting to tell her for months that you like her. Ever since you joined the team you’ve had feelings for her. But you can’t get a read on her.

You have no idea if she has feelings for you too. Sometimes it feels like she’s flirting with you but then you see or hear her act the same way with one of the guys and you brush it off as nothing.

This weekend Clint invited everyone to his farm to enjoy a quick getaway and clear your heads. Missions hadn’t been easy lately, so you all needed the reprieve.

When you arrive, Natasha walks in the house first. She’s clearly very comfortable here.

“Welcome!” Laura says to everyone. “Come on in. Make yourselves at home!”

“Thank you for having us, Mrs. Barton,” you say when you greet her.

“Oh please, called me Laura,” she says. Then she addresses everyone, “We don’t have enough rooms so you’ll have to share. Nat, can y/n sleep with you?”

You try not to have a visceral reaction to the idea. You hold your breath as you await her reply.

“Sure,” Nat simply says. She turns to you, “I’ll show you the way.”

You follow her up the stairs where you run across a couple of kids.

“Auntie Nat?” A girl asks, in shock of seeing Nat.

“Hey malyshka,” Natasha replies. She brings the girl in for a hug. “Lila, this is y/n. Hopefully you won’t discover you like her more than you like me.”

You smile and wave to Lila. She returns the smile before running off downstairs.

Nat takes you down the hallway and to what appears to be her bedroom when she stays here. There are photos of the Barton family and Nat on the dresser. You admire how happy she looks here.

“I always sleep on the door side, but we’ll do whatever you feel comfortable with,” Nat says.

“Oh, either side works for me.”

Nat nods. You set your bag down on the bed and unpack a few things. Natasha moves around the room, gathering a few of her own things.

You both go back downstairs for the rest of the evening. Nothing too eventful happens. Everyone makes plans to spend time outside tomorrow.

Natasha is first to the bedroom. She slips into the bed casually. You try to do the same but fail miserably at not looking nervous.

“I don’t bite, you know,” Nat says teasingly.

��Right,” you respond too quickly. “I just- sorry.”

“Relax, y/n,” she says. You settle on your side of the bed. “Goodnight.”

“Night, Natasha.”

You both drift off into a peaceful sleep. You first, and then Natasha.

At some point during the night, you end up snuggling close to Natasha. She wakes up to the feeling of your arm draping over her. But she doesn’t mind it. Actually, she likes it.

When you wake up in the morning, you find yourself still nestled in her arms.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you say, trying to move off of her.

“Hey, it’s fine,” Nat says, only tightening her grip a bit before letting you loose. “So, you’re a cuddler, huh?”

You look away shyly and Nat just smirks. Now you definitely can’t believe you slept next to Natasha and accidentally snuggled with her all night. She doesn’t say anything else about it until you go downstairs for the day.

“Good morning!” Laura greets. She’s pulling fresh biscuits from the oven. “How did you sleep?”

“Good,” you answer briefly.

“She sure was cozy,” Nat interjects. It’s just Laura in the room with you two, but you still try to hold back a blush.

“Mhm, I’m sure,” Laura replies. Somehow you’re sure she knows the way you feel about Nat and how Nat feels about you.

Soon, the boys come tumbling into the kitchen. You all go outside to do your respective chosen activities. Steve promised to show you how to chop wood while Nat and Clint run off to the barn to build a new shelter for some of the animals.

“So, what’s the deal with you and Romanoff?” Steve asks after a few minutes of chopping the wood.

“Oh, is there- is there a me and Romanoff?”

“Is there not?” He asks genuinely. “I’m sorry. I just thought that you two- nevermind.”

“It’s okay,” you reply, shrugging.

It does leave you wondering if the other members of the team think something is happening there too. You try not to think about it too much as you continue to work outside. The fresh air does wonders for you.

Steve asks you to go grab the axe sharpening block from the barn, so you walk to the structure. When you get there, you catch sight of something that makes your jaw practically drop to the ground.

Natasha is wearing only a blank tank top and shorts are she uses a power drill to build a wooden structure. Sweat drips down her neck and chest as she expertly uses the tool.

You swear she catches the sight of you out of the corner of her eye, but she continues on with her drilling. She lifts heavy pieces of wood with ease. You can’t stop staring.

Nat lifts her tank top up to wipe the sweat from her face. You see her ab happy stomach and the sports bra that’s keeping the rest of her skin covered.

“Enjoying the view?” Nat says aloud. You’ve definitely been caught now.

“Oh, I was just-“ you start, but there’s no use. You were doing exactly that. “My bad.”

“Don’t apologize,” Nat says. “Come on in, what did you need?”

“We needed the axe sharpener block thing?”

“Is that a question?”

“Well, I don’t know what it is so yes?”

Nat chuckles. She turns to look at the shelf behind her for the tool you need. Her backside somehow looks just as good as her front.

“Here you go,” Nat says. She hands you the block. You are standing close to her now. “The real fun is happening in there though. I can show you how to use this.”

She gestures to the drill in her left hand, pressing her finger on the trigger to make it whir. You shouldn’t be so intrigued by it. Or by her for that matter. But you are.

“Maybe tomorrow you can show me?” You ask her.

“How about tonight?” Nat asks. Her voice drops an octave. You pray she means what you think she means.

You swallow shyly and Nat shoots you a smile. Slowly, you leave her there and go back to Steve. He doesn’t mention how long it took you to get the tool, thank goodness.

Later that day, you all grill out burgers and hotdogs. Clint tries to show off his grilling skills, but the team just gives him a hard time saying that it’s not all that hard anyways.

By the time evening comes, everyone’s sitting around a campfire. Natasha sits across from you. She glances at her phone and then to you as a way of alerting you to look at your phone.

The text reads: Meet me in the barn. 10 minutes.

You nod in her direction to acknowledge you got the message. The minutes pass by and you both leave to go to the barn.

When you get inside, Nat is already over by the wood she was working with earlier.

“Come on, I’ll show you,” Nat says.

“Okay,” you agree. You stand next to her.

“First things first, always know your surroundings,” Nat says.

She abruptly places her hands on your hips. She easily moves you to the right and left to observe your surroundings. Your heart stops when she reaches around you and her face is mere inches from yours.

She steps back and has a pair of clear glasses in her hand.

“And wear safety glasses,” she says. She places them on your face. You’re sure you look like an absolute fool. “Cute.”

“You didn’t wear these yesterday,” comes your reply.

“That’s because I’m an expert,” Nat says. She surprises you by pinching your cheeks. “You’ll get there, sweetheart.”

Natasha grabs the drill and ushers you to move closer to the wood with her. She takes you through step by step on how to use the power tool.

“Now, you can try,” Nat says.

“Okay,” you reply. You feel a little nervous about trying it. Nat assures you that you can’t mess it up.

You try to focus even with Nat being so close to you. For the first time using a drill, you don’t do terribly.

“Nice job, y/n,” Nat says. “But you’ll want to apply more pressure. Let me help you, sweetheart.”

Natasha places her hand on yours and pushes down on the drill. You pull the trigger and drill the screw into the wood. Her hot breath is on your neck.

You smile at your success and turn just enough to look at Nat. She’s just inches from you.

“Should we take this inside?” Nat asks. Her eyes glance to your lips and back up to your eyes. She brings her other hand to your cheek and brushes the back of it against it.

“Are you- um- yes?”

“Yes? Or yes.”

“The second one,” you say. Natasha smirks at you.

You leave the drill and safety glasses behind. Natasha holds your hand as she walks you to the house. You slip upstairs easily and she closes her bedroom door behind her.

“I’ve had my eye on you for a while,” Natasha says.

“Really?” You ask innocently.

“Really, detka. Come here,” she says, bringing you to the bed with her.

You sit next to her and she kisses you softly. It’s like floating on a cloud. You didn’t think she would be this gentle. But you’re loving it.

“May I?” Nat asks, gesturing to your shirt. You nod. She lifts the material over your head. “Beautiful.”

You feel sure you’re blushing at her words and the way her eyes rake over your body.

“Can I- um?” You pull at her tank top hem.

“Yes, baby,” Natasha says. “You can do anything to me.”

You lift the thin material over her head. Your heart stops at her beauty. You immediately lean forward and take her nipple into your mouth. It surprises Natasha how intentional you are being.

“Fuck, baby.”

“Is this okay?” You ask, pulling away a bit. Nat pulls your head back to her breasts. You’ll take that as a yes.

Natasha fumbles with your pants. She gets them unbuttoned but grumbles in frustration when she can’t get them off. You chuckle against her.

“Okay, hold on,” Nat says. She stands up and pulls her own pants down before grabbing you by the hips and pulling you up too.

Natasha takes your pants off with ease this time and slips them down your legs along with your underwear. She grins and drops to her knees. It doesn’t take her long to get to work licking and sucking at your pussy.

“Oh my god,” you moan out.

“You taste so good, baby. All for me,” Nat says.

“Fuck.”

You feel close to coming embarrassingly quickly but Natasha is proud of her work.

“Come for me, y/n,” she says. Her voice drips with sex.

“Fuck, Natasha!”

You come hard against her tongue. She licks you clean and stands back up. She kisses you deeply. It’s the most on fire you have ever felt.

“I want to taste you,” you tell Nat.

“Your wish is my command,” Nat says. She lays on the bed and you crawl over her body.

“So beautiful,” you say as you kiss from between her breasts down to her hips.

“You’re not so shy now are you?” Nat asks. You answer by diving into her wet pussy.

Her folds are slick and she’s ready for you. You lick and suck her, cherishing every noise she makes.

“Fuck, baby,” Nat says. “I’m going to come.”

“Come for me, Natasha.”

She does just that. You relish in the sounds she makes. You move back up her body and lay next to her.

“So, all of those times I thought you were flirting with me you actually were?” You break the silence.

Nat chuckles. “Yes, y/n. I’ve been hinting at it for months. I’m glad we finally got on the same page.”

She looks at you through her long eyelashes. You rest your head on her shoulder.

“I’ve always liked you, Natasha,” you say. “Do you think the team noticed we left?”

“Nah,” Nat says. “Even if they did, I don’t care. I have you.”

“You sure do.”

You snuggle further into Natasha. She holds you close as you lay together and talk for hours.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #soft natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff comfort #natasha romanoff smut

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gametriprant · 1 month

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WTF Steve

If you're not interested in the umbrella academy and worldbuilding/continuity or you want to avoid spoilers, skip this:

So, let's list the number of things that are just plain wrong:

-Luther had the gorilla's body because he had an accident. It was unrelated to Marigold, he was super strong, the simian body was to save his life. Without the saving his life, he should get just super strong.

-The umbrella academy are just the babies that Reginald bought. There were 43 of them in total. That's why Lila, not part of the original family, also had powers, she was one of these 43 babies. They all also had Marigold. If all particles are needed, you'd need these too.

-If you make people erased from history and all timelines, by default their children will also be erased from history and all the timelines. You cannot save them if you want to be erased afterwards.

-Allison had white creepy eyes when using her powers, not yellow. Also she wasn't telekinetic, she could manipulate people so they'd do what she wanted, or maybe she was reality-bending, but then reality would need to bend, it's not telekinesis.

-Viktor had white or pale blue coloured auras and powers, not yellow.

-If 5 was trying to prevent the world ending by creating the agency, this contradicts the agency being ok with the timeline where the world ends.

-If their powers got bigger somehow, Lila's laser eyes or Klaus flying makes also no fucking sense, power-wise.

-Who fucks with the timeline and the universe is Reginald, that's the problem right there. Alternatively, 5. Or alternatively, any person that, affected by the Marigold, has learned to time-travel. So only these are needed to be removed.

-Either there's Marigold in every timeline and then you cannot just mix it in one to solve the issue, or there's only Marigold in one timeline and then the rest of timelines cannot have people with superpowers.

Things that while not wrong, made no sense:

-Klaus could use his power to make ghost physical as shown in season 2 and 3. No need for possession and he could have made the dog physical.

-Allison's power allow for most plot points to be resolved in 0.5 seconds. She only needs to rumour people so they tell what they know, they help them or similar, and that's it. I know they're not the smartest but really.

-Why was Jennifer inside a squid? Why did she mention the cleanse?

-Why Abigail didn't grab the marigold and, while pretending to be someone else, give it to Jennifer, instead of involving everyone else?

-Why mixing these two particles creates a huge disgusting monster? it should be something more like a nuclear explosion/planet-wide contamination, the monster makes no sense.

-Why in all timelines 5 and Lila were shot at and hunted? This should only apply in some timelines, in others everything is ok, the problem should be to return, but it should be possible to get out and go to places and buy stuff and rest.

-Why Diego doesn't do the cool bullet trick in the rest of moments when people are shooting at them?

-Why Jennifer had the other particles? If the particles exists outside a body, why involve her at all?

-Why Reginald sent them to the Jenniffer mission if he could have done that himself and actually went there too, if touching her could end the world?

-Why people had memories from other timelines? Shouldn't the world-ending thing in s3 be enough to delete all these previous times and memories?

-In this universe there's clearly an afterlife. So, wtf happens when you mix this with timelines? Is the afterlife part of the timeline? In s3 when everything, including apparently other timelines, except the pocket dimension ends, Luther and Klaus are chilling in there, so this is outside. Well, its clear nobody thought too hard about all this, but really?

-5 and Lila. No need for further discussion here. The reasons are abundant, some of them I may disagree with, but it's wrong in general.

-Viktor can remove Marigold, they could have done that and then throw that at Jennifer or remove her particules too.

-Time travel, in general, as 5 and Lila do so effortlessly in one of the dimensions, lets you also fix any issues really.

Things that are just ethically wrong:

-Diego is fit as shit, not fat.

-Where is Sloane in the end? Where is Sissy? Where are all the others that are more important than the fucking Handler?

-Yep, as lots of people commented, if you have trauma the best thing is to stop existing. Your rotten remains may give life to nice-looking flowers! Yay. Great message Steve.

I'm missing other thigns but I'm too mad to keep listing stuff

#tua season 4 #tua spoilers #tua s4 #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy spoilers #tua s4 spoilers #tua

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air--so--sweet · 1 month

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TUA Season 4 Spoilers

I saw my friend today who, I wouldn't say she necessarily ships Lila and Five, but she said she's read them as romantic since last season since she felt they were following the archetypal enemies to lovers plot, and the cheating didn't bother her because she sees that as fitting with the whole idea of the characters being flawed (also she never like Lila and Diego together).

All that said, she is in theory one of the fans that this is written for, and she hated it. She said it's unsatisfying because there's no resolution or conclusion to it. Lila neither reconciles with Diego nor leaves him for Five, and the conflict between Five and Diego goes no where because they don't even really argue, just physically fight and then Lila breaks it up and then they all die.

And I think this brings up and important point, because, a lot of us were never going to be behind Five and Lila, but if fans who were primed to enjoy that storyline, still aren't satisfied, then you've fucked up and written it poorly.

Also, while she wanted Five and Lila to happen, she wanted it to happen because the writers were trying to tell a particular story or they though that was what the characters would do naturally. She didn't want it to happen because Steve Blackman randomly decided Five should have a romance and he's not someone who would date so the only option in the existing cast is Lila.

And I think this one of my biggest issues with this season as a whole, none of the characters have any clear motivations - Klaus relapses because he has his powers again when he doesn't want them, not because he has powers again and so it terrorised by ghosts and can't take it (I mean this would retcon last season but it at least makes sense).

Viktor keeps saying he's fighting for Ben because he's his brother but he's not his brother, they didn't grow up together and they don't really have a relationship. Elliot Page said Viktor will always be in Ben's corner because of what Brelly Ben did for him in Dallas and I love that, but we get no hint of that in the show.

Allison says to Claire she has to save Klaus because that's what she's always done - that's objectively not true. In fact we've seen her actively enable Klaus in the past.

Aidan Gallagher keeps saying Five is lost and adrift, but bar the opening scene where Five talks about this at the Keepers meeting, we see no evidence of that. Show don't tell is one of the most basic tenets of writing, but also they tell us literally once and then don't mention it again (to be clear not blaming the actors for the writing, just saying what they're saying isn't demonstrated on screen).

Ben does what he does because he's controlled by the durango attracting the marigolds, he has no agency.

#the umbrella academy #tua #the umbrella academy season 4 spoilers #negative opinion

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cookieandbread · 2 months

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SPOILER FOR TUA S4

because I'm French (a hater at heart) here's everything I disliked about tua s4

it felt like half a season. and yeah there was half as much episode as there is usually, but even in the storytelling it felt like half of the story was missing (notably the EXPLANATIONS on so many things)

Klaus being sidelined. AGAIN. just kill him at this point if you have no idea what to do with him (I mean they did kill him so....)

since we're on Klaus, every season I feel like I'm rewatching him doing the EXACT. SAME. THING. but in a different outfit + hair. there's a commentary that could be made about being stuck in the vicious circle of addiction, which, fair. but while s2 shows that vicious circle, s3 and s4 are just a repeat of s1 because the writers were lazy.

I HATED the Lila x Five thing. it's not so much about the ship (that I don't like anyway) but I feel like it's an insult to both characters (but particularly Five) to make it happen. Lila loves Diego, and even through the hard parts of their marriage she tried her best to make it work. and Five? Five "I waited 45 years in the apocalypse and became a time assassin just to get back to my family" Hargreeves? you're going to tell me that THAT Five would dare to do something that would shatter his brother's entire world? PLEASE.

the ending is lazy. I'm all for tragic endings that make people cry until they drown in their own tears, but only when they're WELL DONE. this just felt like "oh idk what to do anymore with them so let's kill everyone". and I saw it coming since the beginning of the season so...

is it me or was there more gore and swears than all the other seasons? like I get they finally had the right to swear and all that, but I feel like it was a little overdone? idk maybe that's just me

most characters felt like caricature of themselves, notably Luther. (tbh for Luther it has felt like that for a few seasons now, but the issue extended to other characters this season). either that or it felt like they had no reasons to be here, like Viktor.

why did Ben make everyone drink the marigold? he could've just took some himself and that's all. why did they even need to vote on that considering the fact that, even if one of them took marigold, not all of them would get their powers back?

s3 post-credit scene wasn't explained AT ALL???? all the season I was waiting for Umbrella!Ben to pop up in the tube station with Five & Lila but nope. nothing. did they even rewatch the previous seasons before making this one?

WHERE IS THE INCREDIBLE SOUNDTRACK???? THE ONLY THING I THOUGHT WOULDN'T FAIL ME FAILED ME?????

WHERE WAS THE DANCE SEQUENCE????

probably forgot some things but idc anymore at this point (which is probably more care than Steve Blackman put into this season)

#tua s4 #tua 4 #tua spoilers

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tiredemzz · 23 days

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S4! FIONA C. AT SOME CHILDRENS BDAY BE LIKE <3

a/n: so how’s yall doing?.. I’m tired af cus I’m not a morning person lmao.

disclaimer: this is basically a rewrite of that tua s4 episode with the children birthday party with lila and diego but my oc is in this season! there will be oc x cannon involved since im shipping five x flame- not five x lila b/c it doesn’t exist on my acc. if you don’t like oc x cannon, then this acc isn’t for you sadly. also i will be adding the deleted scene with five and klaus b/c idk why they didn’t add that scene.. like why? also five & fiora r in there 20s cus its s4 & five isn’t apart of the cia b/c my boi needs a break. also dave is alive b/c klaus needs his bf <3

warnings: fiora breaking the 4th wall, gets a little spicy between five & fiora but they get c0ckblocked by klaus & dave lmao, fluff (ofc), fiora hanging with kids (she can’t stand them sadly but doesn’t mind them.), cussing (ofc), mentioning of fish head (aj aka her adopted father)

a/n: this is my first time writing for these characters, so my bad if they seem ooc. Especially five lmao. (my boy was written worse- fuck you steve.)

We see Fiona herself, smoking a cigarette outside of the birthday party place. She sighed softly in relief, taking a few puffs after a long day of singing in clubs, bars for men/women alike because the girl herself thinks that everybody deserves love in there time.

Except bad people, she really hated bad people and her adopted father, who basically forced her to do evil things and run errands for him but since he’s dead.. Fiona felt relieved and a bit of guilt flowing in her body due to her and adopted father’s relationship with each other but she chose to ignore it, putting out her cigarette and heading back inside to see Grace running towards her with her arms out, hugging Fiona’s waist, making her a bit shook but she looks down at Grace and saids “hey sweetheart, how is my favorite niece doing?” Grace looks up at Fiona and saids “I’m good Auntie Flame! Have you talked with Uncle Five yet?” Grace asks while Fiona blushed a bit by Grace mentioning Five towards her, it’s been a while since those two have talked really- Fiona heard that Five is taking a break to himself but she shrugged and said “I have not sadly. Been busy with my singing and doing alot of painting- so I haven’t really talked with anyone in a while.” Grace pouted a bit and asked “why Auntie?” Fiona sighed softly and said “ever since everything has gone back for normal, I been going to therapy to talk about the past and who I really am inside. Except I still have my powers because I want to have them forever, I don’t want them to go away. I enjoy having them. Been taking time for myself to focus on my mental health and yeah.” Fiona smiled softly at Grace while Grace understood Fiona and smiled back at her.

“Now your Auntie Flame is gonna have fun, okay?” Fiona said, going down on one knee and kissed Grace on the forehead, making Grace giggle and said “ok but make sure you join me in the ball pit later, ok?” Grace asks her while Fiona laughed a bit and saids “alright alright, I promise I will but right now.. let me go have fun. Bye bubbles.” Grace giggles, waving at Fiona and going to have fun. Leaving a smiling Fiona on one knee and slowly getting up, standing on her feet.

Fiona began to walk around the place, seeing parents having fun with there children and slowly not smiling anymore since she never found her real parents but she decided not to give two fucks about it.

She noticed the bubbles, making her smile and popping one. While she popped one bubble, she felt someone watching her from afar and she noticed that a smiling Five was watching her while holding beer in his hand, making Fiona walk slowly towards him while smiling a bit and said “Five Hargreeves, my long time frenemy and the man who killed the fish head aka my adopted father. How are you old man?” Five deep chuckled a bit and said “Fiona aka the demon gal who hated me cus I killed her horrible adopted father and had to do it for my family. I’m doing well Flame, how about you?” Five said with a bit of a sarcastic tone in his voice and taking a few sips of his beer.

“Well, I been doing great. You mind giving me beer?” Fiona said with a bit of a soft tone in her voice, Five hummed a bit, giving her a beer bottle as well.

“Thanks Romeo, appreciate it.” Fiona said while smiling softly, opening the beer bottle, taking a few sips of it and just smiling softly at the children running around the place while Five smiled softly, just staring at her and asked “you thinking about something?” Fiona sighed a bit, looking at Five and answered this “yeah, just watching the children run around the place like they own it- reminds me of myself as a child. Good times good times really.” Five hummed softly at her answer and decided to hold out his hand, he asked “you uh wanna hold my hand love?” Fiona nodded yes and began to hold his hand while taking that hand back and deciding to grab on his tie with a bit of a smirk and asked “so you uh got any plans pretty boy? I’m loving the new look of the new you. Suits your pretty self.” Five smiled a bit, looking down at Flame and said “no, I don’t have any plans really.. didn’t expect you to be confident. Why’s that?” Fiona let go of his tie, answered with “I been using my charm- I call it the demon flirt charm. It’s uh something but eh. I don’t really like to be confident in myself.”

Five sighed softly, wrapping an arm around Flame’s shoulders and said “Listen to me sweetheart, you always feel confident in yourself. Be proud of that, be proud in your heart that you can still do the things that you love. You still kick ass Flame, still do and you can’t forgot that on how many times you managed to beat me at arm wrestling.. and sometimes Smash Bros when we were back in season two.” Flame started to laugh softly, feeling happy and said “yeah, those were good times- I mostly blame my author sometimes for stupid shit.” Five chuckled a bit at the last part on what Flame said. Suddenly Klaus, alongside his boyfriend Dave started to walk towards Five and Fiona.. Klaus said “Fiona! Five!” Fiona started to run towards Klaus, giving him a hug while smiling softly, still holding her beer while looking up at him and said “Klaus! I missed you buddy. How are ya? Also who’s the boy next to you?” Klaus chuckled softly, messing with Fiona’s hair a little bit and said “Fiona, homie- this is my boyfriend Dave. Dave, this is my homie Fiona.” Fiona waved softly at Dave while Dave waved back at her and said “It’s nice to meet you Fiona, heard so much stuff about you. Coming from Klaus ofc.” Fiona laughed a bit and started to stand next to Five while smiling softly.

Five started to ask “So, how long have you been sober Klaus?” Klaus responded with “Oh, uh, coming up on three years on January 15th, but who’s counting right?” Five said “that’s amazing” while Fiona gave Klaus a thumbs up, she was proud of her bestie becoming sober for three years and Fiona said “Really, good for you buddy. Proud of ya.” Klaus smiled softly at the two and said “thanks guys, really appreciate it.” Dave started to have an arm around Klaus while feeling proud of his boyfriend while Klaus, Five and Fiona did a toast with there beer bottles.

Feeling proud of themselfs for surviving.

Flame started to check her watch, sighing softly and said “I was supposed to join Grace at the ball pit- fuck. Gonna need somebody to go with me.” Five decided to go with her while the two waved goodbye at Klaus and Dave.

While the two were walking, Five said “I don’t really have a choice on joining, do I?” Flame said “nope, you don’t. You’re her uncle ofc.” As soon as they got to the ball pit, Five pushed Flame into it, laughing a bit at Flame while Flame got a little annoyed at him but soon she saw Grace, Grace was giggling and laughing at the duo while Flame rolled her eyes playfully. Soon enough, Five got in as well- he didn’t like it but eh. You win some, you lose some.

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a/n: well- how’s that yall? good? good. hope yall enjoyed this little oneshot/drabble of s4 flame and everybody else. Yes- I added Dave b/c he and Klaus were fucking cute! Anyway, hope I wrote Five better then *cough* Steve *cough* did. I do appreciate freedback- so if you got any freedback on this.. let me know!

anyway, have a great rest of your weekend, day, night or wherever you live. Stay safe and take care of yourself ^v^

-author anon !

disclaimer, you are not allowed to copy and paste my work on to wattpad, a03 or deviantart or tumblr. that’s stealing and plagiarizing. And I will not allow that. >:(

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kitkiterson · 2 months

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i’m here to complain about TUA4 bc i could not even FINISH this season everyone! i gave up right away so i do not know how the ending is i stopped that the start of episode 5. i need an outlet though tumblr you are my outlet let me speak

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ok so. so so so so. i think definitely this main issue is the fivelila BLOCK! if you think that is okay! or good writing seriously. because i can’t tell you how infuriated i am about this happening out of all the things they could have done.

five and lila are a POWERFUL DUO NOT A POWERFUL COUPLE! their writing and the way they were like. Opponents in a sense. but they Understood each other! being both from the commission (in different ways, sure) and familiar with it was a bond UNFAMILIAR to anyone else five knows! they both understood time travel in a way That made them powerful. together.

not as a relationship! as family. diegolila is a powerful RELATIONSHIP. they literally spent the past two seasons writing that. i clocked that they were gonna throw all that away from the start of this season which actually makes no plot sense to me : and also i could never see five in a romantic light . Delores was not romance that was a delusion from the isolation of the apocalypse. “delores” is not a good argument. i know that’s just me but ugh

i was so enamored i thought this season would be so good. i thought the visual effects were beautiful! the plot could have been so good!! and i was so excited for. klaus iconic b plot. until it was actually terrible and s/a in a ? “satire” comedic way. they couldn’t take that more delicately or serious??

writing was so abrupt with no transitions at all. they would say things with no explanation. they just brought things IN to make it make sense (and steve made things way worse, and he made it make LESS SENSE!) it was actually insane. i’ve never been actually confused with the umbrella academy and now i Am. because you had these beautiful, complex characters with 60 pounds of trauma on their backs and you threw it away for a gross romantic plot and it felt so amino “edgy”. it felt like a POV tiktok video.

this show has felt like one step forward and two steps back ever since season 3 and i can even threaten season 2! i can’t believe i’ve been so unworldly obsessed with this show since 2019 and so excited to see the end and then the end is so bad i can’t even watch it! if you read this thank you! spare yourselves this was one of the worst things steve could ever do to this series

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andydrysdalerogers · 10 months

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Yours Submissively ~ Neglected

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

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Three months later…

Isabella Davis should be happy.

She is living with the man she loves, a powerful man, a hero, the love of her life, Steve Rogers

Isabella Davis has never felt more alone.

Living with two men was a new experience. The first month went by smoothly with Steve and Belle getting used to each other. But as the next month started, Steve and Bucky were busy all the time with the business. While she didn’t regret her decision, she missed her old life. The ability to hang out without the threat of a kidnapping hanging over her head. And consequently, things had changed again.

Steve has been working hard. But not at Grant. No, he left that to Nat and Sam to deal with for the time being. He and Bucky had been working leads, tiny leads, on who was trying to get to Belle. Steve wanted to clear every lead, every mere instance of danger so that he could move their lives forward.

Unfortunately, with that, a lot of time was spent away from home, leaving Belle lonely. But since the dinner a few months ago, Belle had been in contact with her friends. Not Lila, who effectively blocked Belle from all social media. Hope and MJ explained that Lila took some time away and stayed with her family, trying to understand what had happen. Belle was remorseful that her friend was hurt but not for asking her to leave.

But her other friends rallied. Lunch dates with Hope and Scott were planned, dinner and movie nights at Peter and MJ’s were a regular thing. Clint stayed by her side, but the agreement still stood. He didn’t disclose the details to Steve or Bucky, just acknowledging she was safe.

On a girls’ night, Belle spilled about her life with Steve. “He’s so experienced. It’s weird and awesome all at the same time.”

“I bet,” MJ said, drinking her wine. “Like do you guys experiment?”

Hope giggled. “That’s the juicy bit. Scott, he tries, bless him, but we just end up laughing in the end.”

“Peter is flexible,” MJ said. “So am I. It leads to the neighbors complaining on occasion.”

“Oh god,” Belle covers her face. “Now I am even more grateful that Steve has the whole floor.” They all laugh as MJ refills.

Belle stumbles in a few hours later after Clint dropped her off at the door. She drops her jacket on the floor, the crisp early October air coming in with the elevator. She kicks off her heels and heads to the kitchen for a snack. She looks to see that the apartment is still, and she sighs. She text MJ and Hope.

B: I need a getaway weekend. The apartment is too empty H: you can always stay with one of us MJ: true. Peter is working on a project and he’s flying out of town next weekend. H: I’m sure Scott can hang with people. Make it a girls’ weekend B: sounds good to me.

And it did. Steve was home Saturday but working and Belle distracted herself with lesson plans. While she was happy that he was home, she missed the intimacy more and more. As Friday approached, Belle decides to head to MJ’s early after work. Steve was on a business trip and hadn’t been in contact. She had no idea when he was supposed to return. As she packed her case, he strolled in, removing his jacket and tie. “Sweet pea?”

“Oh. You’re back.” She placed a small kiss on his lips and return to her case.

“Where are you going?”

“To MJ’s. Girls’ weekend.” Belle zipped it closed as Clint appeared in the doorway. “Can you take this Clint?”

“No problem, Belle. Be back in a moment.”

Belle turned to Steve who had a look of fury on his face. “What?”

“I figured we would stay in tonight. I mean, I just got back.”

“And how was I supposed to know that Steve? You haven’t called, text, emailed, carrier pigeon’d.”

“Well, I assumed…”

“Let me stop you right there. I’m supposed to be, what, at your beck and call?” He remained silent. “I’m your girlfriend not your submissive remember? You don’t call or let me know your schedule. I live here by myself because you and Bucky just leave me here.” Belle grabbed her purse. “MJ and Hope are waiting for me. I’ll be back on Sunday. I hope that you had a good business trip.” She swiftly left the room.

Steve sat on the bed with his head in hands as he heard the front door close. He meant to call, truly, but time got away from him. The last threat he received on her life had set him off and he went to investigate it with a vigor that borderline obsessed. He raked his hands over his face and went to the closet to change. He donned his workout gear and went to his gym. Wrapping his hands, he started to work the heavy bag. This wasn’t the way he wanted to work out his frustrations but here he was. Bucky walked in; concern etched in his face. “She’s not here.”

“Thank you, Sherlock, for that fascinating observations.”

“No need to be a bigger punk than normal Cap. I was hungry and went to look for her.”

“She’s at her friends. Apparently, it’s a girls’ weekend.”

“Clint is off this weekend. Who is her security?”

“Fuck Bucky I don’t know. I forgot to call her this week.”

“Shit.” Bucky fumbled with his phone. “Barton, I thought you were off this week… Yeah well who is staying with Belle. … Oh. … I guess that’s fine. … No, don’t worry about it. Yeah I’ll talk to him. Thanks.” Bucky ended the call. “Barton put two of our agents to watch her. She ran the entire schedule with him just to be sure.”

Steve looked surprised at him. “She did what?”

“When you and I didn’t answer, she went straight to Clint to organize the weekend. He swept the place and reminded her that going out without protect was dangerous. I guess her friends felt the same and they were going to stay in. Well except for the club.”

Steve took a harder swing at the heavy bag. “Fuck! Why are they going to a club?”

“Because she wants to go out. Relax, she’s going to one of ours.”

“Why am I feeling like this?”

“Because you are trying to protect her. But Steve, you have to know, isolating her, keeping away from her in long periods is just going to damage your relationship.”

“I know, it’s just, I can’t sleep, I can’t concentrate, knowing that there is someone after her. Bucky I can’t lose her.”

“I know pal. But you’re gonna lose her if you don’t get your head outta your ass and spend time with her. Real time. I’m cancelling the next intel mission.” Steve began to object. “Ah, no. You need to spend time with her. She’s the best thing that ever happened to you. You know, beside the serum.”

“Fuck off Jerk. But,” he sighed. “Thank you.”

Friday night was a pamper night for Belle, MJ and Hope. They watched movies, ate junk, facials, the works. It helped, getting Belle’s mind off of Steve. Shopping on Saturday caused everything to come back full force when she went to pay but everything was put on Steve’s account at the store, including anything MJ and Hope wanted. “Fuck,” she mumbled to herself as they walked to lunch.

MJ had heard her. “What’s wrong?”

“Just didn’t think he would be around in any way shape or form. I miss him but it’s like I only get a glimpse of him. Not like before where he was always there. I miss him, you know.” They slid into a booth at the café.

“Maybe walking out the way you did will trigger something in him. He can’t keep away all the time Belle. He has to know that you won’t always be there if he keeps acting like this.”

“I just want to know why. Like why is he’s so busy suddenly? I know he’s not in the office. I called to tell him about making dinner a few weeks ago and Nat said he hadn’t been to the office in over a week.”

“Oh shit, Belle,” Hope said.

“Is he over me? Did I make a mistake?”

“No, Belle…” MJ started.

“Is he seeing someone else?”

“No,” Hope told her sternly. “You can’t think like that. He’s distant yes but he loves you. Maybe its Avengers stuff.”

“Its something…” Belle trailed off as she saw a blonde looking right at her. “Fuck me.”

“What?”

“Its Sharon. Steve’s friend, I guess. She doesn’t like me.” She looks down at her plate.

Hope subtlety turned to look at her. “She’s a hag.”

Belle snorted. She looked up and saw Sharon head her way. “Shit.”

Sharon Carter looked at the group with a smirk. “Isabella, nice to see you again.”

“Ms. Carter,” shaking the woman’s hand.

Sharon waved her hand. “No need to be formal. Sharon is fine. Out with friends?”

“Yes, this is Michelle and Hope.”

“Nice to meet you, ladies. “Well, I hate to rush but I have to get back to a meeting at Grant.” Belle raised her eyebrows. “I was just telling steve we should get together and do lunch soon. Hopefully we can. Please have a nice day.” She turned, allowing her blonde locks flip around before leaving the café.

“Grant? She’s at Grant? Lunch with Steve?” Belle swallowed, trying not to let the tears out. “Fuck this.” She pulled out the black card Steve had given her and paid for the lunch. “We need to find me a dress.”

Arriving in the car Clint had arranged for them, Belle stepped out in front of the club, smoothing her dress down. The flirty eyelet dress in black, a V neckline that hinted at her cleavage but still modest. The hem hit mid-thigh and paired with black booties. Her long black hair was swept up into a high ponytail with simple makeup but a dark red lip. Clint reminded her that she was to be seated in the VIP area or she couldn’t go out. She saw the line and felt guilty as she went to the doorman. “Hi.”

“Name?”

“Belle Davis.”

“For three ladies, VIP?”

“Yea, Clint…”

“I know who you are Miss Davis. The hostess with take you to your table.” A model like red head took the girls to a table where a bottle of champagne was waiting. A waitress approached to open and serve. “I’m Tabitha, your tab is already taken care of by Mr. Rogers so anything you like, including food, just ask.” She walked away and Hope and MJ looked at Belle.

“Don’t,” she said. She picked up a glass. “To us.”

“To us!”

The music was loud and the bodies moving as they chatted. Finally, Belle was loose and ready to dance. A Britney classic played. “Let’s go.”

“Belle…”

“No, I want to dance. We won’t leave and nothing will happen. Let’s just go.” She got up and found a spot on the dance floor, swaying her hips to the music.

The music changed; the beat kept going. The bodies around were glistening with sweat, the smell of alcohol in the air. Belle kept moving, losing herself to the music. They went back to the table occasionally, doing a few shots and kept dancing. A man approached her, dressed in a tight black t-shirt and dark jeans, a chain with a medallion on his neck. His head was shaved, dark blond or light brown, with bright blue eyes. He offered her a smile, a smile that would make any woman swoon. “Would you like to dance?”

Belle looked at MJ and Hope. Two other guys were chatting them up as she turned back to the man. “Sure. Belle,” she extended her hand.

He took it and kissed her knuckles. “Paul.” He kept her hand and pulled her to the dance floor. Temperature by Sean Paul started to play. Paul put Belle’s arms on his shoulders, her hands around his neck as he put his own on her hips. Her fingers grazed his hair, an interesting feeling, the fuzziness of his buzz cut compared to Steve’s longer locks. They moved in sync, his eyes never leaving hers, pulling her just a tiny bit closer. As the song changed to Pony, he spun her around, her back to his front. He wrapped his arms around her to keep her close, her hands right on top of his. His head was near her neck. “This ok?”

“Its fine,” she said breathlessly. They moved in time; he was grinding subtlety on her. She reached back to feel his head in her hands. Her thoughts were scattered, the male attention she was receiving was exactly what she wanted. But it wasn’t Steve. And that was a problem. Because she wasn’t sure anymore if Steve was what she wanted. His neglect was started to get to her.

“You’re beautiful,” he said in her ear. Another spin and he held her close, both hands now on her lower back, her arms back around his neck, foreheads almost touching. His knee was in between her legs as they swayed their hips to the beat, the pressure of his knee adding to the growing pool of arousal that she was feeling. A flash from the light over her eyes and he was lost on the color. “Jesus, those are gorgeous.”

“I…I…,” she was nervous, unsure of the attention.

He stops moving and pushes a tendril of hair behind her ear. “Hey, its ok. We’ll go slow. How about a drink?”

“Sure.” He took her hand and guided her back to her table. She sat with her legs crossed, Paul seated next to her, his arm behind her as she ordered two scotches. “What do you do?”

“I’m a detective in the LAPD. I’m in New York for a job interview.”

“Oh, wow. Detective is impressive.”

“And you, gorgeous, what do you do?”

“I’m a teacher, first grade.”

He flashed her a killer smile. “Shaping the future, I like that.”

In the dark corner of the bar, Steve sipped his drink as he watched her. He was angry. But not her. At himself. She wouldn’t feel the need to allow this prick to be all over her if he had been home with his girl. Something tipped her to this. His eyes followed as Paul took Belle to the booth. He leaned down to say something and she giggled. The glass shattered in Steve’s hand.

Belle leaned into Paul. “I’ll be back. Ladies room.”

“I’ll be at the bar, gorgeous, waiting.”

She blushed and made her way to the restroom. She did her business and went to wash her hands and looked in the mirror. Her cheeks were flush from the dancing and drinks. But the brightness in her eyes, that was from Paul’s attention. She smiled as she dried her hands. She fluffed her hair and went back out. This may only be for one night, but she would enjoy it.

She exited the room and started to make her way back out when a hand grabbed her and pulled her into a room. She went to scream but was cut off by a kiss. She pulled back to slap but stopped. “Steve?”

“What are you doing Isabella?”

“I’m dancing.”

“You’re flirting.”

“And?” Belle challenged him.

Steve grasped her arm. “You are mine, Isabella.”

She pulled away. “Really? Sure doesn’t feel like it.”

“Why are you doing this?”

She glared at him. “Why is Sharon Carter having meetings at Grant?”

Steve stepped back. “What?”

“Why is Sharon Carter at Grant?” Steve hesitated. “Right, ok. I have to go.”

“No, wait, sweet pea, please.”

“No. Fuck you, Steve. Leave me alone. We’ll talk about this tomorrow when I come home.”

“No, you’re coming home with me now. You are mine.”

“Yours? Really? I spend more time with Clint than I do with you.”

“I know, baby, but…”

“No buts. I can’t do this right now.” She pushed him away.

“No, I can’t lose you.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have shut me out.” She exited the room and went to the bar where Paul had moved to. She was rattled, shaken to the core at the exchange with Steve. She loves him, truly, but she needed more. She needed him to be present.

Paul could see the cloud in her eyes. “You ok?”

“Just too much to drink, I think.” She gave him a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

He signaled the bartender. “Water, please.” He turned back to Belle. “I gotta be honest, gorgeous, you seem like you have a lot on your mind.”

“I’m sorry.” Belle looked down.

Paul studied her for a second. “Whatever he did to you, it ain’t worth it,” he said, picking up her face. Belle stared into Paul’s eyes and watched as he flicked his eyes to her lips and back. She swallowed hard, he leaned in, and she closed her eyes. Their lips met, softly, his lips warm, comforting. It jolted Belle and she stepped back with a jerk.

“I’m sorry, I can’t.” She turned around and went back to the booth quickly. She saw the security guard and called him over. “We need to leave.” He nodded and made a call. “Guys, we have to go.”

MJ and Hope could see the panic in Belle’s face. They grabbed their bags and helped her to the exit. The town car pulled to the curb and the girls climbed in. Paul hit the exit just as Belle was climbing in. “Gorgeous wait!”

She looked at him, smiling sadly and closed the door. They headed back to MJ’s in silence, Belle staring out the window. As they pulled up to the building, Belle made a decision. “Guys, I’m going to the apartment. I’ll explain later but I need to see Steve.”

“Give him hell,” MJ said with a hug. Hope hugged her as well. The driver took off to the apartment. She went in to find it dark with a single light on, Steve sitting in his chair.

“You’re back.”

“I am.”

“Why?”

“Because when another man kisses me and I like it, I think we have a problem.”

“He kissed you?!”

“Yes, and I ran. Because I liked it. Because I miss you. I miss your attention, our intimacy, our love. I need more Steve. I can’t do this. If you are just going to leave me here, then I should move out and move on.”

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lettingtimepass · 5 months

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In honor of 6 years of Infinity War and 5 years of Endgame, it's time....

It's FINALLY time for my back-to-back rewatch. I did some digging and I haven't watched Infinity War since May 2021, and I haven't watched Endgame since DECEMBER 2019. WHAT THE HELL???

So, yeah watch this space!!

Infinity War Rewatch

Gawd, I don't know if the beginning it going to hurt more or less knowing what happens to Loki....

They did Heimdall so dirty idc

MY BABYGIRL 😭😭😭 (OG Loki)

Loki saying "We have a hulk" means so much to meeee 😭

"IF I MIGHT INTERJECT" BITCH YOU MIGHT HAVE LIVED!!!

The fact that Thor's last words to Loki were "You really are the worst, Brother" probably haunted Thor for so long, and that HURTS.

I will say one of the best things to come out of the Loki series is that all the theories we had about Loki faking his death and actually being alive were actually validated! Yes, Sacred Timeline Loki died, but there was a version that tricked Thanos and lived.

Tony said "no more surprises" to Pepper and then he was in space for weeks/months (can't remember exactly) and came back nearly dead - You get why he fucked off for 5 years.

THE STANNER HUG, PEOPLE DIED.

Tony and Cap "we're not on speaking terms" but he apparently carried the flip phone everywhere for two years? 🥲

STAN LEE 😭😭 We miss you sir.

I wonder if Chris Pratt's downfall actually started with Peter Quill screwing up everything in this movie 😭🤣

I will say, I really enjoy that at least the beginning of IW has a lot of comic relief. I feel like Endgame was more serious overall.

Man I can't remember, how did any of the Asgardians survive Thanos' attack?

BEARDED CAP - THE SEXIEST A MAN HAS EVER LOOKED!!

NATASHA ROMANOFF I LOVE YOU!

"There's an Ant-Man and a Spider-Man?" I love you Bruce.

The couple parallels? Stange+Stark and Thor+Quill with battling egos, Quill+Gamora and Wanda+Vision both trying to self-sacrifice with the other not wanting to give them up.

Chris H truly gave such a great performance as heartbroken Thor 🥺

"Does it have a name?" "Stormbreaker." "It's a bit much."

"Kick names, take ass."

The gasp when Red Skull came back!!

Cap says we're going "home" but Sam implies that they haven't been to Wakanda. For Cap, "home" meant Bucky 🥺

"SEMI-STABLE 100 YEAR OLD MAN" Buckkyyy

There's definitely something sweet about Bruce being in the Hulk Buster!

"It'll kill you." "Only if I die!" "Yes, that's what... killing you means...." NEVER NOT FUNNY

I mean, Strombreaker being made out of fucking Groot is pretty badass.

THOR'S ENTRANCE!!! BITCH HE LIVED!!!!

"She's not alone." I don't care if it's cringe, I love a girl power moment!! It shows how far we've come!! There no longer just has to be one girl superhero!!

Thor my golden boy, you were so close 😭😭😭

HERE IT COMES...... I'll never forget the gasps in the theater when everyone started dusting....

And now after watching GOTG3 it's so much worse that Groot goes in front of Rocket 😭

Tony and Nebula being the last survivors was inspired.

Me: What was the post credit scene again? Ohhhh yeahhhh, the Captain Marvel teaser! Of course.

And thats Infinity War! I'll be back tomorrow for Endgame! 🖤🖤

Endgame Rewatch

CLINT I MISSED YOU!!!

Lila could have been the next Hawkeye if she hadn't been dusted 🥲

Tony and Nebula 😭😭😭

Tony working with Nebula to save them mirroring Tony building Iron Man in the cave to save himself 😭

Steve Rodgers: From "language" to "son of a bitch" MY BOY HAS GROWN

GAY JOE RUSSO!!

Don't get me started on bringing back Peggy DON'T GET ME STARTED 😤

And DON'T get me started on the symbolism of Nat's hair!! In each movie, she has perfectly intentional hair. Except now that they've lost their mission, he lets her hair grow out. She can't let go of the blonde. The blonde that reminds her what they're fighting for. Of her failure, but also for the last time she saw everyone. The last time things were normal.

The rat being the savior of the universe!

Dad Tony 😭 I'm kinda surprised Morgan hasn't made another appearance yet. Maybe when she's a bit older...

Time Heist!!!

Remember when I was afraid that them traveling in time would mess up the timeline and make it so Morgan wasn't born? God that would've been rough.

I love that now the kids love Hulk though 🥹 "Dab!" He deserves this!!

Man, Pepper and Tony really love each other so much 🥺 Peper knew Tony might not make it back. But she also knew Tony wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't try.

Oh no, how did I forget about Bruce and Rocket going to get Thor? 😭

The Russos were so sick for making Thor's trauma a joke. However I kinda understand why they did it because otherwise it would have been WAY too dark.

The amount of regret Clint must have felt after Nat died and he realized he could have spent the last five years with her and chose not to.

Scott being the only one invested in Thor's story 😭

The elevator scene!!! "Hail Hydra" everyone was GAGGED!!!

There goes my baby girl to meet the love of his life 🥹 (Loki stealing the cube)

Thor's smile when he gets Mjnolnir 🥹 "I'm still worthy." Yes you are ❤️

"Make love, not war!" ✌️

Ugh, the double Nebula thing is really annoying. I guess they had to do it to get Thanos in the mix but ehhh.

THE OG BIG THREE!!! And Thor's transformation with Mjnolnir and Stormbreaker! So badass!

When Strange signals ☝️ to Tony, is he saying Carol was their one chance to win, or was he just telling Tony, this is it?

The fact that Peter basically became an Avenger and then lost Tony in one day 😭

The fact that Chadwick was sick when they were filming these movies kills me 😥

Happy taking care of Morgan 😭😭

I still love that they brought Harley back 🥹

Bucky knew Steve wasn't gonna come back. He knew he was gonna choose Peggy over him 💔

"No, I don't think I will" - I wonder if they knew this line would become a meme hahaha

So, did past Steve and Peggy have kids? This feels like it could be a potential plot point.

MY FAVORITE END CREDITS!! I still tear up every time 🥺 The Original 6 just mean so much to me 😭

Also I noticed for Tom Hiddleston's clip they chose Prince Loki in his golden horns, not villain Loki. That's a nice touch. 💚

And there ends an era. Are there things that annoyed me? Yes, but overall I still feel like it was a solid ending for Tony and Cap (and Natasha but we got the Black Widow movie after).

#wheeeee #Endgame #Avengers Endgame #Infinity War #Avengers #Marvel #Avengers Era #MCU #Infinity War Rewatch #Endgame Rewatch #Infinity Saga #IW #Marvel rewatch #Marvel liveblog #Endgame liveblog #Infinity War liveblog

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callunavulgari · 10 months

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Scrapbook 2023 | Pt IV

NGL, a little heated that Tumblr's new editing bullshit has made it so I can't save more than a month at a time, so I guess I'll have monthly ones from now on.

For anyone that’s new to this, this is how I keep track of all of the things that I enjoy and/or create throughout the year. I have literally been doing this since I had a livejournal.

It’s a nice little snippet of my life and helps to organize my brain.

A reminder:

Normal font - Indifferent/Neutral Italicized font - Enjoyed bold font - Loved with an asterisk* - All time favorite (bracketed titles) - Re-watches/Re-reads strikethough - Disliked

Goals are: read 65 books, finish 4 video games, write more than 20 fics or something larger than 20k, and expand on your original novel outline to the point that you START WRITING.

Past Years

MOVIES

November

(Interstellar)

(Lotr: Fellowship)

(The Birdcage)

December

No Hard Feelings

The Muppet Christmas Carol

(Love Actually)

(Lotr: Fellowship)

Saltburn

(Everything Everywhere All At Once)

TV SHOWS

November

Loki, s2

Scavengers Reign s1

All the Light We Cannot See

December

Yu Yu Hakusho - Live Action

One Piece - Live Action

Percy Jackson & the Olympians

What If, s2

YOUTUBE CHANNELS

November

Watcher: Ghost Files

Watcher: Ghost Files Debrief

Watcher Podcast

Watcher: Food Files

Claire Saffitz Cooks

Gino's Italian Escape

Top 5 Beatdown

Inga Lam

December

Beryl!

Watcher: Too Many Spirits

Kimi

Imamu Room

BOOKS

November

How to Sell a Haunted House by Grady Hendrix [Fin]

The Foxglove King by Hannah Whitten [Fin]

(A Darker Shade of Magic by VE Schwab)

A Power Unbound by Freya Marske [Fin]

Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros [Fin]

The Weaver and the Witch Queen by Genevieve Gornichec [Fin]

December

(A Darker Shade of Magic by VE Schwab) [Fin]

The Only One Left by Riley Sager [Fin]

(A Gathering of Shadows by VE Schwab) [Fin]

(A Conjuring of Light by VE Schwab) [Fin]

Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin [Fin]

All Systems Red by Martha Wells [Fin]

Artificial Condition by Martha Wells [Fin]

Rogue Protocol by Martha Wells [Fin]

Exit Strategy by Martha Wells [Fin]

Starling House by Alix Harrow [Fin]

Silver Nitrate by Silvia Moreno-Garcia [Fin]

Network Effect by Martha Wells [Fin]

PODCASTS

November

Watcher Podcast

December

Watcher Podcast

VIDEO GAMES

November

Baldur’s Gate 3

Hollow Knight

LoZ: Tears of the Kingdom

December

LoZ: Tears of the Kingdom

(Ghosts of Tsushima)

POSTED FIC

November

for years or for hours | Loki | Loki/Mobius | 1,677 words | “What the shit are you doing?” Mobius hisses, and Loki— Loki is tired.

touch-a, touch-a, touch-a, touch me | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 2220 words | “God,” Steve murmurs into Eddie’s mouth. “You look— I cannot deal with how you look right now.”

December

these, our bodies, possessed by light | Shades of Magic | Holland/Kell/Lila, Athos/Holland | 2,134 words | Holland tells her simply. “I want to go home.”

this house says your name like an elegy | The Untamed | Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang | 6768 words | “Good night, ghost,” he says. “We can play tomorrow.”

WIPS | UNPUBLISHED | ORIGINAL

November

Eddie/Steve - Rocky Horror

Yuletide

December

N/A

Fanmixes/Spotify Playlists/Graphics

November

Holland Playlist - Lost

December

N/A

DELIGHTFUL FIC

November

The Water's Edge by entanglednow | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 2k | In which Steve takes a walk in the rain, sees something he's not supposed to and has some thoughts he didn't expect.

The Shortest Straw by entanglednow | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 4k | In which Steve gets to indulge in a bit of roughhousing with a friend and realizes how much he'd missed it.

Manacled by senlinyu | HP | Hermione/Draco | 370k | Harry Potter is dead.

Extra Fresh Cherry Flavor by entanglednow | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | The cold, dry weather is not kind to Eddie's mouth, if only someone could offer a little help.

Faith, Faith, Faith by avocadomoon | Teen Wolf | Derek/Stiles | 21k | "Is there literally anywhere in the world you haven't been? Jesus fuck," Stiles said.

Crocodile Jock by entanglednow | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 4k | When in doubt, Eddie figures you can never go wrong with a classic.

some version of you (that I might not have, but I did not lose) by PinkCanary | Loki | Loki/Sylvie | 4k | Mobius offers her the bedroom, but she insists on the couch.

come back. even as a shadow, even as a dream. by harleygirl2648 | Loki | Loki/Mobius | 6k | Dreams don’t happen in the TVA.

the earth from a distance by spqr | HP | Draco/Harry | 16k | “Really,” Malfoy drawled. “We’re stuck in the 16th century, with no idea how we got here or how we might go about getting back – pray tell, Potter, how could this situation possibly be worse?”

Five Stars by Dira Sudis (dsudis) | The Sandman | Dream/Hob | 3k | Robert G. who brings the groceries is one of the most-texted numbers in Dream's phone. This will surely never cause any problems.

A Sign of The Morning by ToEdenandBackAgain | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 86k | Vecna is dead. The Upside Down is cut off from Hawkins yet again. Steve is trying to go back to normal, whatever that is. He's also trying to figure out exactly how Eddie Munson has managed to fit so easily into his life.

(meet me tonight in atlantic city) by greatunironic | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 20k | Ten years on, in a town in Nova Scotia, on the edge of the Atlantic, Eddie finds Steve again, and also maybe himself.

Desperate Measures by Asidian | BG3 | Astarion/Karlach | 7k | "I think Scratch is coming down with something," says Karlach the next morning, and Astarion, who's in the midst of packing up for the day's travel, drops the pillow he's attempting to make space for.

Eye Of The Beholder by entanglednow | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 22k | Eddie works himself up to ask Steve if he can borrow his instant camera, because the type of pictures he wants to take are…not the kind he can get developed in town.

In Our Blood by secretsalex | HP | Harry/Draco | 38k | Draco is an accomplished pure-blood curse breaker, and Harry is tasked with accompanying him on his latest job—cleaning up the Van Boer mansion, which has been under a devastating fertility curse for seven generations.

Terminus by RC_McLachlan | Loki | Loki/Mobius | 4k | "Keep me here," he begs against Mobius's lips. "You must keep me here."

What Made Milwaukee Famous by synthetica | Danny Phantom | Danny/Vlad | 31k | Ten years after establishing a tenuous truce, Danny crash-lands at Vlad's Milwaukee lakehouse with a particularly nasty wound, three days recovery time, and absolutely nothing to do but talk to his long-lost archnemesis.

December

then now and always by raisesomehale | Teen Wolf | Stiles/Derek | 14k | Stiles is stuck in the fucking snow in the middle of bum-fuck-nowhere at night with a broken down car three days before Christmas, and the nearest tow truck company—over fifty miles away—doesn’t open until morning.

many times, many ways by spqr | Suits | Mike/Harvey | 15k | Soulmates are something that other people worry about, normal people, the masses, like marriage and kids and mortgages in the suburbs, and besides, Harvey’s not the sort of person who wants a life partner.

Damage Control by entanglednow | Good Omens | Aziraphale/Crowley | 3k | When their meeting is unexpectedly interrupted by angels, Aziraphale and Crowley have very little time to do damage control.

the summer of '85 by ToEdenandBackAgain | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 20k | “Fuck The Man, Harrington. Gimme a taste.”

Handle Me with Care (I'm So Tired of Being Lonely) by thesurefireway | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 8k | “I’m a virgin.” Eddie figure’s he’ll just drop one unexpected revelation on Steve for now. He can only expose so many squishy, vulnerable parts of himself at a time.

Strawberry Fields by ParadimeShifts | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 19k | “No,” Steve had said three days prior. “Literally anyone else.”

i don't ask much (i just want you) by ToEdenandBackAgain | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 8k | "The fuck are you doing, Harrington?"

Deadwinter Warmth by Asidian | BG3 | Astarion/Karlach/Wyll | 4k | In the noble houses, Midwinter is a time of alliances, and Astarion knows better than anyone what that means.

Blood in the Snow by linaerys | Crimson Peak | Lucille/Thomas | 5k | Before the house, there was the earth, and the blood.

you gave up all the golden factories by evewithanapple | Anastasia | Anya/Dimitri | 3k | Two Petersburg childhoods.

A Private Room by 20thcenturyvole | The Goblin Emperor | Csethiro/Maia | 5k | One morning in late summer, ten months into the reign of Edrehasivar VII and four months into his marriage, the Emperor was apprised of a scandal brewing in his court when his wife upended her teacup at breakfast.

unintended consequence by itsmylifekay | One Piece | Zoro/Sanji | 8k | Imagine person A making person B a friendship bracelet, expecting person B to never wear it, but when it’s given to them person B puts it on and is rarely seen with it off.

our lady of zapovednik by magneticwave | Shadow and Bone | Darkling/Alina | 24k | Alina Oretsev owns a bookshop in a neighborhood in Os Alta that is escaping gentrification by the skin of its teeth and the sweat of its most notorious occupants, the Dregs.

just me against the sky by magneticwave | DC | Tim/Jason | 49k | Tim Drake stops stalking Gotham’s nocturnal wildlife when she goes to college. Unfortunately, they don’t return the favor.

DELIGHTFUL FANVIDS

November

Loki | God of The Multiverse

THE LAST OF US | Ellie Williams

Loki & Sylvie || Running Up That Hill (+2x06)

Spider-Gwen

The Beginning of the end. [COLLAB]

Loki || Glorious Purpose (God of Stories)

December

LOKI & SYLVIE | DYNASTY

Loki | The God of Stories

MARVEL || Believe in Me ft. Armanni Reign

DELIGHTFUL MUSIC

November

Now and Then - The Beatles

What Happens Tomorrow - Duran Duran

Vois sur ton chemin - BENNETT

could have been me - the struts

freya - christian reindl

history is now - natalie holt

purpose is glorious - natalie holt

have yourself a merry little christmas - mother mother

ice storm - lindsey stirling

December

my goodbye - jorge rivera-herrans

thus always to the tyrants - the oh hellos

a child's shadow - jessica curry

the power - borislav slavov

i believe - christina perry

dj play a christmas song- cher

paint it black - wednesday addams

my sails are set - sonya belousova

#heather says what #scrapbook #2023 #heather writes #recommendations

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Hello.

I’m looking to write Klaus Hargreeves from the Umbrella Academy against a variety of canon, OC or crossover characters.

Klaus/Diego

- Open to anything with these two, canon divergent through to AU’s. 60’s story where they land together and need to make a life of their own? Pushing Daisies AU, with Detective Diego working with Klaus to solve murders, pre-S1 story where they stayed close… Anything and everything.

Klaus/Ben

- Open to lovely canon Ben or a darker Sparrow Ben, depending on what you feel up for writing! Twisting the story to where Ben doesn’t die? 60’s story where they do something other than starting a cult? Post S2 tale where Ben is returned to life and suddenly has to deal with feelings for Klaus / being back in the land of the living. AU’s aplenty. Give me your thoughts!

Klaus/Male OC

- I love those morally grey/dark characters who fall in love and turn on what they know. The ‘hates everyone but you’ vibe. I’m not really looking for a sunshine and rainbows story. That said, I can enjoy some fluffy scenes too!

- Maybe a commission operative sent undercover (like Lila) to monitor Klaus - he’s present in the 60’s or the Present (S1). Or perhaps another one of the powered kids who wasn’t adopted by Reginald but he was instead raised within another organisation (think HYDRA in the MCU). Perhaps even someone completely outside of Academy life - a mobster that Klaus ends up involved with during his time on the streets, he’s deadly and yet enchanted by Klaus.

- You get the vibe? Awesome! Come at me with the characters you think will fit. Let’s write something dark and angsty.

Klaus/Crossover character

(Open to a variety of thoughts here, I’ll list my own ideas, but please feel free to come at me with any character you feel could fit in with Klaus.)

- Klaus/Bucky Barnes, where Klaus goes back in time to WW2 instead of Vietnam and he meets James Buchanan Barnes. They fall in love. Bucky dies. Klaus goes home. Meanwhile MCU timeline carries on as normal to where Bucky is freed from HYDRA control, reads about the Umbrella Academy… Lots of angst, lots of drama. Let’s figure something out.

- Klaus/Steve Rogers, similar concept to above.

- Klaus/Daryl Dixon, where the apocalypse is the zombie apocalypse and The Walking Dead meets The Umbrella Academy. I have a more solid idea for this in my mind, but I would love to hear your thoughts on this concept too.

- Klaus/Rick Grimes, same as above.

- Once again, bring me your own thoughts! Not just from the MCU or TWD. I am open to any fandoms, including ones I am not in but that I am more than happy to research so long as you come with fairly extensive thoughts on how YC would mesh with Klaus!

Me: I’m 21+. I’m experienced and literate and more than comfortable with multi-para through to novella style roleplays. I am angst friendly, smut friendly and don’t have any real limits so I am fine with covering dark themes. I consider myself semi-regular and would like someone who feels the same, as I lose my muse if I am left waiting days at a time for a response. I’m off work now until the Winter Season so i’d love to match with someone available-ish!

I love writing side characters and would adore someone who feels the same - happy bringing in other Hargreeves siblings, other characters and I’d be down to help out with potential OC’s involved with your main or other side characters in crossover pairings. I’m OOC friendly and enjoy sharing memes, playlists, headcanons, etcetera. I really want someone to vibe with.

I write on discord or email, but like this advert and I will reach out to you.

I won’t get into any conversations with vague intros. We want to write so I take introductions as a bit of a writing sample. Tell me about yourself and your thoughts on this.

#rp #roleplay #oc rp #the umbrella academy rp

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So wondering if the caption is intentionally misleading

...because I remember someone suggested the spacesuit in the trailer was a costume because he was a stripper. And the cash in the helmet and his pockets feels like it fits with that...

Edit: LMAO not me getting to this so early the other posters hadn't been posted on their insta yet so I thought it was just Luther.

What is this pose? A box was the emoji in the caption on his other poster. Is he a delivery man? Is that why he has a van?

Was confused by the cleaning products since Klaus is the one linked to a cleanse but then realised it's her on the bottle. So she's like in their adverts or is the face of the brand. I do wonder if it links to Klaus' story.

I thought this was a plastic bag at first and it was a clumsy illustration of germaphobia but it's not it bubblewrap. This has stupidly given me so much hope because I've always wanted germsphobia to be one aspect of a possible fear of death, not the only way his fear manifests. Still a bit worried that being anxious will be his only storyline but we'll have to see. The gas mask I initially thought was just related to germaphobia, and it could be, but there's that shot of Ben in what looks like a jungle , fighting soldiers that made people theorise he's in Vietnam...👀

Also, this more or less confirms the that the episode The Cleanse is linked to Klaus. Could be getting clean from drugs, could be related to cleaning and germaphobia but Steve Blackman's logline for the episode 'There's no enough sage in the universe apparently' point towards spiritual cleansing to me since you burn sage to cleanse a home of bad energies.

Edit: Hair, he has his tattoos back here???

So we are getting back to the original timeline then. But the briefcase? A new iteration of the commission? Or facing the commsmissiin when using the . to travel. Hmmm...

I really have nothing. Christmas lights, we know at least part of this season seems to be happening at Christmas...does Ben get released around Christmas? Did Brelly Ben die at Christmas? Is this fight referring to whatever fight the whole family will be involved in or the clip we saw of Viktor beating the shit out of him? A skull, is Ben dying again? So many questions...

God, Viktor looks so good, makes my trans heart happy. The cloth over his shoulder is related to his bartending job, suggesting its important. What my eyes were drawn to though is the emoji. A violin?!?!? Paired with saving the world, if we get him saving the world via violin in contrast to season 1 I will fucking die.

Right we have baby bottles and that was her emoji in the initial posters too, but her daughter is 5 (or however long the time jump has been). I guess it's just a way to portray motherhood in general? The fact they're in a box obviously ties it to Diego. Again though I'm focusing on the emoji because red high heel is a reference to the Handler right? I wrote the other day about the possibility of Lila crying in the subway because they travelled and saw the Handler again, if I was right...!!! Definitely think her a Five plots are somehow linked to the commission, maybe they're somehow sent on one final mission?

The loglines Steve Blackman wrote for Tudum already spoiled that the family has to team up with Reginald. The marigolds makes me think either he is involved in giving them their powers back or it's related to use learning more about hos past, what the Marigolds do and how they work.

#the umbrella academy #tua #the umbrella academy season 4 speculation #the umbrella academy season 4 spoilers

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Vulture’s 20 Most-Read Stories of 2022

Top: Hanya Yanagihara; a nepo-babies nursery; Sara Porkalob, 1776 revolutionary. Bottom: You know this one; the greatest sequels ever; Joss Whedon. Photo: Clockwise from left: Amanda Demme, Joe Darrow for New York Magazine, Evan Zimmerman for Murphy Made, Ryan Pfluger, Greg Kletsel, Myung Chun/Los Angeles Times via Getty Images

Vulture’s most-read story of the year, Lila Shapiro’s incredible profile of a Joss Whedon still trying to process his fall from success and adoration, was published just a couple of weeks into 2022. Our second- and third-most-read stories, both by Nate Jones as part of a larger survey of the nepo-baby landscape, came out with two weeks remaining in 2022.

Between those remarkable bookends, we published an array of incredible work: more than 7,000 stories alongside our three podcasts, six newsletters, a limited-run video series, and Vulture Festival. Below, you’ll find our 20 most-read stories from the year based on total engaged minutes. What you won’t see on the list is our groundbreaking interview with Jeremy Strong’s pinkie ring, but only because the bauble’s publicist did a crackerjack job of burying the piece.

Exit Interview

20. The Long Road to Mordor

Photo: Ben Rothstein/Prime Video

The Rings of Power creators explain Sauron’s identity and their plan to explore the edges of Tolkien’s map. Read the story ➼

Endings

19. Killing Eve Chose Cruelty

Photo: David Emery/BBCA

Let’s talk about the galling ending of Eve and Villanelle. Read the story ➼

Book Review

18. Ottessa Moshfegh Is Praying for Us

Art: JWCollage

The author has been hailed as a high priestess of filth. Really, she wants to purify her readers. Read the story ➼

Anonymous in Hollywood

17. I’m a VFX Artist, and I’m Tired of Getting ‘Pixel-F–ked’ by Marvel

Photo-Illustration: Vulture/Disney Plus, Marvel

What’s it like to work as a visual-effects artist for the MCU? “I’ve had co-workers sit next to me, break down, and start crying.” Read the story ➼

Putting the Atoms Together

16. ‘No Aliens, No Spaceships, No Invasion of Earth’

Photo: Getty Images

An oral history of Contact, the sci-fi movie that defied Hollywood norms and made it big anyway. Read the story ➼

Let's Do It Again

Illustration: Greg Kletsel

Whether they come after, before, or between their predecessors, these films have their own indelible legacies. Read the story ➼

Performance Review

14. What Was Brangelina?

Photo: AFP via Getty Images

They were known for their image-making savvy. As their divorce reenters the press cycle, we’re reminded of who’s better at it. Read the story ➼

Close Reads

13. Hanya’s Boys

Photo: Amanda Demme

The novelist tends to torture her gay male characters — but only so she can swoop in to save them. Read the story ➼

Molasses to Rum

12. 1776’s Sara Porkalob Has Some Notes

Photo: Evan Zimmerman for Murphy Made

The actress behind the musical’s most explosive number on bringing a “dusty, old thing” to Broadway and the mistakes made along the way. Read the story ➼

Testimonies

11. Johnny Depp Says His ‘Goal Is the Truth’ During Defamation Trial

Photo: JIM WATSON/POOL/AFP via Getty Images

Johnny Depp talks drug use, Pirates, and his early days with Amber Heard during day one of his testimony in his defamation trial. Read the story ➼

Remembrance

10. Jerry Lee Lewis Was an SOB Right to the End

Photo: Thomas S. England/Getty Images

The talented hell-raiser of early rock and roll died at 87. Read the story ➼

Buffering

9. Netflix’s Bad Habits Have Caught Up With It

Photo-Illustration: Vulture; Photo by Steve Dietl/Netflix

A hard look at what happened to the company, and what will happen next. Read the story ➼

Oscars 2022

8. What I Saw Inside the Room When Will Smith Slapped Chris Rock

Photo: Myung Chun/Los Angeles Times via Getty Images

“This is the most unhinged evening of our lives.” Read the story ➼

Profile

7. Nathan Fielder Is Out of His Mind (and Inside Yours)

Photo: Zachary Scott

The comedian’s new show, The Rehearsal, is his grandest experiment yet. Read the story➼

Backstories

6. Jessica Pressler on What’s Real and Not About Inventing Anna

Photo-Illustration: Vulture; Photos by Netflix and Getty Images

And the surreal experience of seeing her reporting acted out on Netflix. Read the story ➼

Power

5. The Curse of Kentwood

Photo: The Kentwood Ledger (Jamie); Photograph by Martin Schoeller (Britney)

One year ago, Britney Spears was freed from a notorious conservatorship. What possessed her father to seize control of her life? Read the story ➼

Performance Study

4. The Making of Silent Bruce

Illustration: Ryan Melgar

Willis was a fast-talking lead who became a man-of-few-words star. It made his mental decline that much harder to notice. Read the story ➼

The Year of the Nepo Baby

3. How a Nepo Baby Is Born

Photo-Illustration: Joe Darrow for New York Magazine

Hollywood has always loved the children of famous people. In 2022, the internet reduced them to two little words. Read the story ➼

The Year of the Nepo Baby

2. An All But Definitive Guide to the Hollywood Nepo-Verse

Photo-Illustration: New York Magazine

Actors, singers, directors who just happen to be the children of actors, singers, directors. Read the story ➼

feature

1. The Undoing of Joss Whedon

Photo: Ryan Pfluger

The Buffy creator, once an icon of Hollywood feminism, is now an outcast accused of misogyny. How did he get here? Read the story ➼

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therulerofeverything69 · 4 years

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aU TimE

Umbrella Academy + Tally Hall

Bora has Super Strength

Rob has Trajectory Manipulation

Joe has Mind Control

Andrew can talk to the dead

Ross can teleport and time travel

Zubin is dead and has whatever the fuck Ben’s powers is(I can’t explain it I’m sorry Ben)

Casey has Sono Telekinesis

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mhysa-leesi · 3 years

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𝕄𝕣𝕤. 𝔸𝕝𝕝-𝔸𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕟

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers 𝒳 (femme) Reader ⭐.

Summary: “Steve Rogers deserves nothing less than an All-American Apple Pie Life, with his Miss America. And he’ll stop at nothing to have it.”

Word Count: 3,472

TW‼: Drugging, Kidnapping, Non-Con, Smut, Minor Stockholm Syndrome, Minor Misogynistic Themes, and 1940′s Housewife Themes. 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI‼

AN: This story contains adult and dark themes, please do not proceed if you are under the age of 18 or if ANY of these warnings upset you! I am not responsible for your media consumption–you and only you are. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

AN Cont.: If you or anyone you know has been a victim of sexual violence, please reach out for help. I do not condone ANY of the actions described in this story, this is merely a work of FICTION.

Steve Rogers is a hero who’s sacrificed so much for the greater good of the world. He’s been fighting his entire life, a constant cycle of getting knocked down, just to get back up and do it all again the next day. A constant blur of black and blue, of broken bones, and bloodied knuckles. Steve didn’t complain too often, he enjoyed waking up every morning and saving the world. He was grateful for the life he led, a life of justice and liberty. So, why did he feel so unfulfilled? Unaccomplished? Incomplete?

Steve would catch himself daydreaming during briefings, dreaming of his childhood. He dreamt about Coney Island, about the smell of popcorn, and the sticky feel of melting popsicles on his fingers. He was stuck in the past and he knew it, maybe he truly was “The Man Out of Time”. He’d journal his thoughts, sketching his memories in charcoal and faded colors. Mostly he’d sketch faces of his past, but there has only been one face as of late that lived within the thick pages. (Y/N). The newest Avenger, his Miss America.

He found himself fantasizing about her with every gentle curve of his pencil, imagining it was his hands running over her hips and not his graphite. The front of his jeans tightened as he shaded her breasts, and he wondered if they were as soft and supple as he made them look on paper. He captured her eyes, adding that sparkle and depth that seemed to become her. Her hair, the unruly hairs, and the ones always perfectly in place. He colored her skin, his heart skipping as he imagined running his lips over the skin of her thighs. Her star-spangled leotard left little to the imagination, so Steve found other things to imagine. The sound of her moans and whimpers, how she’d look as he took her apart one lick and thrust at a time, and how she’d look with him dripping from in-between her legs.

Steve groaned as he threw down his pencil, running his graphite-stained hands over his face in frustration before closing his sketchbook with a soft thump. He needed a distraction--and a cold shower…

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Today was Lila, Clint’s daughter’s birthday, and all of the Avengers were invited to the festivities. Steve sat next to Bucky, both of them donning bright pink party hats with the words “Happy Birthday” on them in glitter swirls. Bucky was telling Steve about a girl he had recently met at some café or something--truth be told Steve wasn’t listening to his best friend. His attention was elsewhere, across the room, to be exact.

You were in a green tonal dress that perfectly complemented your skin tone, with puff sleeves and floral print. Steve was entranced as he watched you bounce baby Nathaniel on your hip. And he watched as the baby babbled and yanked your hair, making you laugh and wince as you handed him back to his mother. He knew at that moment what he had been missing, what he had been deprived of--what he had deserved after all this time. A family, a white-picket fence… You.

It all suddenly made sense as if he had just completed a puzzle he’d been working on since he woke up from the ice. That was what he wanted--no… It was what he needed, what he deserved. All of his life he had made sacrifice after sacrifice, the world owed him this one thing, and he’d have it. No matter the cost.

You were perfect. A nice girl with a strong head on your shoulders and a good heart, who better to start a life with? There was no question, you’d be his wife, the mother of his children. You’d see it in time, but he couldn’t wait for you. He was a man out of time, after all…

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It had been almost a month since his revelation, but it was all due in good time. He had made the arrangements, he had been meticulous in his planning. He made sure to get every single detail right, his and your future depended on his perfection. The trap had been set, now he just needed to go hunting for his prey.

You were just coming back from training with Natasha, your skin sheen with sweat and kissed with soft purple bruises from sparring with the Widow. You were laughing at something she had said, giving Steve a small wave before making your way to the communal fridge. He patiently watched as you grabbed your water bottle, your name written in sharpie with stickers on the front. He fidgeted as you took three big gulps, smacking your lips as water dribbled down your chin and onto your chest.

Steve watched as you made your way to your bedroom, he smiled as he noticed a slight stumble in your steps. The drug took faster than he had expected. He waited until he heard the click of the closing door, but it never came. Like a silent shadow, he crept down the hall to the threshold of your room. You were splayed out on the edge of your bed, legs dangling, and your hair a mess.

He couldn’t help himself. He nudged your arm for a response and nothing; you were out cold. A dangerous smirk crossed his face as he knelt down above you, his shadow consuming you in every delicious way possible. He touched your cheek, tracing down to your jaw, and up to your lips. They were so soft, so plump, and oh, so kissable. He tasted you then, molding his lips to yours in a one-sided dance. Steve shivered as he explored your unconscious body, he groped, squeezed, and tasted your salty skin.

He stopped himself. He only had three hours to move you, six tops if his hunch about you skipping breakfast that morning was right. So, he picked up your unconscious body and began the next steps to his plan…

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When you awoke your limbs were stiff and mind foggy. You stretched away the stiffness and rolled onto your side, blindly reaching for your bottle of water. When your hand failed to meet your nightstand, you froze. What the hell? Confused, you reached out again; telling yourself you just misjudged the distance. But when your hand once again met an empty space, you sat up with a start. You looked around the unfamiliar bedroom. The walls were striped, the floor a godawful floral carpet, and the bed had a wooden frame and a blue blanket tucked into the corners. You blinked, thinking that this room would magically melt into your bedroom at the Tower, and when it remained the same, you blinked again for good measure. You stood on shaky legs and looked around the room once more, disbelief clouding your better judgment. The bedroom looked straight out of a 1940’s catalog.

When the lock on the bedroom door jiggled, you whirled around with your fists raised to meet your captor. You were prepared to see a HYDRA Agent or some other villain with a vendetta against you. What you weren’t prepared for was Steve Rogers. He stood dressed in his old military uniform, his hair neatly combed, and his face clean-shaven.

“Steve? What’s going on?” you asked.

“What do you mean?”

What do I mean? “This,” you gesture wildly with your hands in disbelief, “Where are we?”

“Home,” he said calmly.

“Whose home?”

“Ours, honey,”

You narrowed your eyes at the man before you. This couldn’t be your Steve Rogers, this wasn’t your Captain or friend. This was… someone else. You took a tentative step forward, searching for an eerie glow to his blue eyes, for an explanation for his weird behavior. This had to be mind-control, some elaborate HYDRA plot to disarm the Avengers. This wasn’t Steve, right?

“Steve,” you said carefully, “this isn’t our home. We live at the Tower, remember? With Nat, Sam, and Bucky?”

Steve’s frown deepened as you continued to speak to him like an incompetent child, “No. This is our new home, (Y/N). I made it just for us.”

You nodded along as you slowly crept forward toward the door. He shyly stuffed his hands in his pockets as he continued speaking, confessing. When you were close enough, you bolted past him. But you weren’t faster than Steve Rogers. He caught you by the ponytail and threw you back into the bedroom on the floor, kicking the door shut behind him. You scrambled to your feet and into a defensive position as Steve made another grab for you. You twisted and threw a right hook to his jaw, the strength of your powered punch was enough to send him stumbling backward, but it wasn’t enough to win against him. The same serum that made him had made you, too. But you’d be a goddamn idiot to think that you were stronger than Steve Rogers.

You made another run for the exit, but you didn’t get very far as Steve caught you yet again by your ankle. You kicked, punched, scratched, and flailed as he overpowered you. The man straddled your wriggling form and placed his hands around your throat. Squeezing and squeezing until the oxygen caught in your throat and your limbs began to relax. Your arms and legs went lax as your vision began to dot and blacken. When you let out the last wisp of air from your lungs is when Steve released you. You wheezed and gasped like a fish out of the water as you struggled to breathe, to fill your lungs with oxygen once again. You massaged your throat and glared up at Steve who was straightening and dusting off his uniform.

“I’ll only tell you this once, (Y/N). If you disobey me, in any way shape, or form, you’ll be punished. Don’t make me repeat myself,” he warned, “Now, get cleaned up. Dinner is almost ready.”

He opened the closet and pulled out a baby blue dress with silver embroidered star details around the off-shoulder neckline, and set it on the bed before you. You sat on the floor, just silently glaring and snarling as he knelt down in front of you with a small velvet box and diamond ring in hand. He grabbed your left hand and went to place it on your ring finger, but before he could slide the diamond on your finger, you wrenched your hand away and cracked him across the cheek. The slap seemed to echo throughout the room as his jaw ticked in silent anger. Before you could react, Steve pulled his hand back and returned the slap. The impact sent your head whipping sharply to the side, and caused your eyes to water with prickling, unshed tears. Your cheek stung when you touched it.

“I told you, (Y/N),” he sighed, “You made me do that.”

“I didn’t make you do shit, Rogers,” you spit.

You flinched as he pointed an angry and threatening finger in your face, “Language.”

He left you then after reminding you of dinner. Alone in the bedroom, you scowled at the dress that seemed to mock you. You threw it onto the floor and stomped out of the room, fueled by anger and hatred.

You found him in the kitchen, knife in hand as he carved a glazed turkey. His smile dropped as he took in your dress-less form. You were still in your gym clothes from earlier. Steve’s nostrils flared as he set the knife down, he stared at the turkey before turning his gaze to you.

“You’re not wearing the dress,”

“No,” you said flatly.

“And why not?”

You scoffed at him, “Why do you think, Steve?”

He moved his head to the side as he grumbled something under his breath. His knuckles were white as he gripped the edge of the kitchen counter. You smirked triumphantly, you didn’t know why, but getting under his skin was satisfying. You weren’t going to make this easy for him, and you sure as hell wouldn’t be wearing that damn dress.

As if he had read your mind, he looked back at you with an ominous smile. He rounded the counter and stood in front of you, his large frame so much bigger than yours. In any other scenario, it would’ve been intimidating--having your Captain looming over you so threateningly. But right now, at this moment, you couldn’t care less. You wanted to piss him off, to knock him down off his pedestal. You’d be damned if you bent to his sick will.

Your eyes darted behind Steve to the counter where the knife waited for you. Before he could track your movements, you made a dive for it. Rolling over the island as you quickly readied the knife. You slashed and stabbed at Steve, growling in frustration as he effortlessly blocked and dodged all of your attacks. In one quick and fluid movement, Steve grabbed and twisted your wrist; forcing you to drop the knife. Your heart breaking with the loud clatter as it hits the floor.

Steve dragged you to the table by the back of your neck and slammed your cheek down onto the wood. Empty wine glasses and plates clattered with the impact. You grunted and kicked out your legs blindly, settling for a shin kick--anything. Steve slammed your head against the table once more as you continued to fight against him. He did it again, and again, and again until your vision blurred and your blood splattered against the polished wood. You weakly clawed at the plates and silverware around you, desperately trying to cling onto something. When your fingers wrapped around on a fork, you didn’t hesitate. You stabbed Steve’s thigh and summoned all of your remaining strength to throw him into the wall.

You fell back as you panted for breath, arming yourself with another piece of random cutlery. You threw a steak knife, missing him by just an inch. Steve growled as he dragged you by your kicking legs, hauling you up, just to slam you down onto the table once more. He held your face down as he growled in your ear.

“You have a lot of fight in you, (Y/N). Breaking you is going to be so much fun, honey,”

Slam.

“I’ll beat that spark out of you, if you make me, (Y/N). So why don’t you just be a good girl for me, hmm?”

Steve took hold of your neck once more as he guided you up the stairs and into the bedroom. He shoved you down onto the bed, and you landed on your stomach with a bounce. Your head was throbbing with an uncomfortable fog that settled over your thoughts. You murmured weakly in protest as Steve began to undress you. You felt the blood from your head drip down to your ear and down your neck.

Panic set your heart in motion as you felt him tug your leggings down your legs. Your brain and body kicked into a desperate overdrive as you writhed beneath him. You tried to shove him away, you summoned all of your super strength and thrashed, but you were simply no match for him--you were utterly powerless and at his mercy. His hands explored your thighs, dipping between them and squeezing that soft, supple inner skin. You scrambled to your knees, inadvertently pressing and grinding your ass to his front. He groaned as he moved his hands to your hips, angling them up as he ground down onto you with a silent promise of what was to come.

His hand dipped down and he held his prize within his hand. He groped and you grunted as you clawed blindly at his forearms, grabbing his wrists as he yanked down your cotton panties past your knees. You screamed as he shoved his fingers inside you, forcing his knuckles past your folds. You kicked and cursed him, hoping your struggle would be enough for him to let you go. You screamed louder than you had ever screamed before, so loud your head ached and lungs burned. With an annoyed grunt, Steve wrapped his thick arm around your neck in a chokehold to shut you up. You babbled breathlessly as you slapped at his arm.

“Steve,” you choked, “Please…”

He gave you one last strong warning squeeze before letting you fall flat on your back, coughing and gasping for breath.

“All you had to do was be good for me, (Y/N). I told you, bad girls get punished,”

He withdrew as he undid his fly. You swallowed thickly, wincing as your throat burned from his assault. You grabbed at his wrists, but he just batted your weak hands away as he held you down with one hand. The other gripping his thick, swollen length. You saw the muscles of his stomach tighten as he parted your legs. His grip on the back of your knees was bruising as he held them apart, lining himself up to your entrance. You tried once more to shimmy away, but he had you where he wanted you; vulnerable and open to him. He bent over you, his eyes black with lust, as he invited himself inside of you. He pushed himself inside, agonizingly slow, inch by inch, just relishing in the grip of you. You were too dry, too unwelcoming, but it didn’t matter to him. You were perfect, warm, and tight. He moaned then, as he forced himself deeper into you, pushing and pushing until his pelvis touched yours.

“Steve, please,” you sobbed, “please, stop…”

He shushed your pleas as his face scrunched in pleasure with every shallow thrust. You gritted your teeth to keep yourself silent, you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. But he didn’t seem to notice as he tilted your hips up, finding his own slow, steady rhythm as he fucked into you. He cupped your face and forced his lips onto yours, his tongue swiping and exploring your mouth. You slapped at his head, but he never relented, never pulled back from his searing kiss. He moaned into your mouth as his hips skipped a beat. You took that opportunity, the falter of his hips, to bite down on his tongue. Then, did he finally relent.

He pulled away from you, his hips stilling inside of you. He carefully touched his tender tongue, scowling as he pulled away bloodied fingers. Steve drew back his hand and slapped you across the face. The smack of flesh striking flesh echoed throughout the room. You sneered at him and he frowned in disappointment before cracking you once more. You yelped as he held you down by your neck. Steve had found a new rhythm, and it was relentless. His tempo was fast, and he made sure to never miss a beat as he hammered into your abused cunt. He put pressure on your throat, but not enough to send you into a pool of cold unconsciousness. No… he wanted you awake for this, lucid, and remembering.

His groans and moans grew louder, duetting with the lewd notes of your squelching pussy and his skin slapping against yours. The repulsive symphony he had conducted finally reached its ungodly climax. You sobbed as you felt his warmth flood within you, as he shamelessly emptied himself deep inside of you. He sat back on his haunches, gently pulling himself from your wet grip. Your body instantly curled in on itself, shielding you from the man before you. The man you had once admired. You lay there, just shaking, whether it was from shock or anger, you didn’t know.

You felt as he dropped the baby blue dress with the silver embroidered stars next to you. You sniffled as you looked at the dress in defeat, silently dressing in the blue cotton. When you were dressed, Steve helped you to your feet, holding you against his chest as he gently swayed you. He caressed your head, embracing you gently as if he hadn’t just used your body, as if he was your sweet and loving husband, as if this was normal.

“Dinner is probably cold by now,” he sighed, “It’s okay, though. You can try again tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” your voice was smaller now, weaker, afraid.

He hummed, “It’s a wife’s duty to cook and care for her husband, (Y/N). I think I’d like meatloaf for dinner, and apple pie for dessert. What do you think, honey?”

You hesitated, you wanted to spit at him, to curse, to smack, punch, and kick, but your body was frozen against his. When you didn’t reply, his grip on you tightened threateningly, making you flinch.

“Yes, that sounds good, Steve,” you whispered. He kissed your head as he gently swayed you, his warm release slowly dripping down your shaking legs.

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Finding You (Bucky Barnes x Reader) 9/?

A/N: I finished my second year of uni! I can’t believe it took me so long to update this fic I’m so sorry - this chapter is laying the foundation for y/n’s friendship with Wanda!!

Not much Bucky this is such a slow burn considering Together Again was straight into their relationship!

Summary: You’ve been one of SHIELD’s top spies for years but what happens when the organisation you’ve put your trust in crumbles and Captain America gives you a mission to help him find his best friend? The last thing you expected to happen was to fall in love with your assignment and become best friends with a witch.

Wordcount: 2498

Masterlist

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 7 ~ Chapter 8 ~

Warnings: swearing ig

Chapter Summary: On a mission to acquire the Cradle, Nat gets kidnapped by Ultron and you gain two new allies.

CHAPTER 9: Maybe I’m Just That Good

As everyone gets settled in at the safe house, I decide to continue my other assignment, looking for a way to get to Bucharest.

“It’s a little dangerous to be going on vacation at the moment, isn’t it?” Clint asks from behind you.

I turn around, startled. “I suppose it wouldn’t be much of a secret mission if Ultron is in the web and knows where I’m going.”

“And knows that you’ll be alone,” he adds.

“You think I should stay? For all this… Clint I’m not an avenger, I’m a spy. I can’t be a superhero like you guys, alright? I’m not built like that.”

“You think I am?” He chuckles incredulously. “Y/N, I’m not a God, not a super soldier… I don’t turn into something indestructible but you know what? I do this anyway. Because if not me… if not Nat, then who else? Who else is there? We can’t wait around for other people to step up, we have to do it ourselves.”

“You sound cheesy,” I comment.

Clint rolls his eyes. “You’re here. You’re one of us, whether you like it or not. You can go back to your secret mission later, hell I’ll pay for the plane ticket. You know it’s too dangerous to split up with the threat we’re facing.”

“You’ll really pay for the plane ticket?”

“Yes… Also, in case you haven’t noticed, you made a connection with one of our enemies and didn’t end up on your ass or with a scrambled brain.”

I shrug. “Maybe I’m just that good.”

“Shut up and come down for dinner.” You follow him to the dining room and help Laura set up the table for dinner.

“Where’s Thor?” I ask, noticing the missing God.

“Said he could use the help of a friend…” Steve replies, sitting next to me at the table. We all eat in peace and there’s the occasional compliment to Laura’s cooking.

“Ultron took you folks out of play to buy himself time,” Fury starts. “My contacts all say he’s building something. With the amount of vibranium he made off with, I don’t think it’s just one thing.”

“What about Ultron himself?” Steve asks.

“Oh, he’s easy to track. He’s everywhere. The guy’s multiplying faster than a Catholic rabbit,” Fury replies. “Still doesn’t help us get an angle on any of his plans, though.”

“Is he still going after launch codes?” Tony asks as he plays darts, probably trying to occupy his head.

I tune out as Lila hands me a drawing she did; it had me, Nat and Clint fighting side by side, Steve with his shield, Thor with Mjolnir raised up with lightning bolts coming off her and Tony in his suit while Hulk says smash.

“Has anyone been in contact with Helen Cho?” Banner asks.

He is met with silence.

“I’ll take that as a no…” I say.

The team suits up as Steve and Tony come up with a strategy plan amongst themselves.

“If Ultron’s really building a body…” Steve starts.

“He’ll be more powerful than any of us,” Tony finishes. “Maybe all of us. An android designed by a robot.”

Steve sighs. “You know, I really miss the days when the weirdest thing science ever created was me.”

“Aunt Y/N, promise you’ll keep my dad safe?” Lila asks as she looks up from her Lego set.

“Of course, sweetie,” I smile, reassuringly. “I promise.”

“You ready?” Steve asks, walking up to us. I jump up once I store some pistols in my holsters and taser discs in a compartment in my boots.

“Ready, Freddie.”

Steve responds with a confused look but says nothing as we leave the house. Clint and Laura say their goodbyes and I wave at the family as they watch us walk the ramp up the quinjet.

Steve and I arrive at Dr Cho’s lab in Seoul while Nat and Clint stay in the jet locating Ultron.

My eyes land on Dr Cho on the ground with a wound on her torso.

“Steve,” I call to him as I press a rag up to her injury.

“He’s uploading himself into the body,” the doctor explains.

“Where?” Steve asks as he begins to check the perimeter.

Helen shakes his head, uncertain of Ultron’s planned whereabouts. “The real power is inside the Cradle. You can’t just blow up the gem, it’s uncontainable…”

“We have to get it to Stark…” I say realising that’s the only way. I look up to Steve. “Go.”

He gives me a nod and contacts the jet. I find a phone on the wall and call 119 for an ambulance, I notice bodies in the next room on the floor and go to check for a pulse on each of them. Gone.

“The twins… are they still with Ultron?” I ask Helen as I return to check on her wound.

Helen shakes her head. “The girl… she was able to see what Ultron was planning. She-“ Helen grunts at the pain. “She’s the one that freed me. She and her brother ran.”

I nod, taking in the information. “Cap, you might not like this, but the twins might be on our side.”

I don’t get a response, just punching noises and grunts of effort.

“Cap, you see Nat?” Clint asks over comms.

I frown. What happened?

“If you have the package, get it to Stark! Go!” Steve orders.

“Do you have eyes on Nat?”

“GO!'

I hear the sirens of an ambulance outside.

“I’ll be fine,” Helen says. “There’s a jet on the roof, the- tablet for control and access is on that desk. Go find your team.”

“Thank you, Dr Cho.” I pick up the device and make my way up.

“Anybody on comms?” Steve asks through the communicator.

“Steve? Send me your location, I’m coming to you.”

The jet follows the coordinates Steve sent and I set it to auto-hover as I jump down to meet him and… the twins by a train wreck.

“What… happened?”

“We have to get to Tony.”

“What about Nat- I heard Clint-“

“We get to Nat by getting to Tony first. Do you trust me?” Steve asks, sincerely.

“Of course.”

My eyes meet Wanda’s who seems unsure and Pietro looks guarded.

“Are you coming with us?” I decide to ask.

Steve looks at them expectantly and Wanda nods. I climb up the ladder to the jet, followed by Steve then Pietro who speeds up and Wanda flies up using her powers.

“Where to, Captain?”

“Avengers Tower.”

The ride is quiet as I think of Nat, I’m sure she’s okay. She has to be. We’ll find her and she’ll be just fine.

“Tony and Banner aren’t returning my messages,” Steve says.

“Maybe Ultron blocked the connection?” I offer as I step away from the controls after engaging autopilot.

Steve shakes his head. “Impossible. Stark built a remote radio station on Avengers Tower, Ultron would have to go there manually to access our comms and we know he’s going the opposite direction.”

“We do?”

Steve looks at the twins who are sat close together, Wanda staring hard at the chair in front of her and Pietro jolting his leg up and down in anticipation.

“How’s Dr Cho?” Steve asks.

“She’ll be okay. I stayed with her until the ambulance came. She gave me access to this jet, actually.”

“Generous,” Steve remarks.

“Well,” I start. “I did save her life.”

Steve smirks.

“So, what happened?” I ask again, calmer now that when I first rejoined him.

He tilts his head, referring to Wanda and Pietro. “They turned on Ultron. We were fighting on the train and civilians were in danger. Pietro got the ones in the way to safety while Wanda stopped the train.”

“How did Ultron get Nat?”

Steve shakes his head, unsure of the whole story. “I’m not sure. But we’ll find her. We just have to reconvene with the others, figure out where he’s going and what he’s planning.”

“Do you think Tony’s finished dismantling the Cradle?” I wonder out loud.

“You shouldn’t trust Stark with this,” Wanda states.

I frown and turn to her. “What do you mean?”

“Do you really think that ego of his would allow him to destroy something he had a hand in creating? When it has so much power?”

I haven’t known Tony personally for too long but it’s not such a farfetched theory… “What you think?” I look up to Steve.

“I just want to get to the Tower before they do anything stupid.”

Well that’s reassuring. I go to sit opposite Wanda and Pietro. “I suppose we haven’t officially met. I’m Agent Y/N L/N.”

Pietro stares hard at my outstretched hand and seems to wait for Wanda to make the first move.

“Wanda Maximoff, but you already knew that.”

“And you already knew my name,” I smirk, referring to when she read my mind the first time we met.

“Pietro,” he smiles charmingly.

“Why are you so skeptical about Tony Stark?” I question.

“He has not given us reason not to,” Pietro answers.

“This is personal for you?”

“We decided to allow a terrorist organisation to experiment on us. It’s very personal,” Wanda says.

I nod, wondering what Tony could have done to them for them to be so distrusting of him. “You don’t trust Tony… so why come with us? You could have just run.”

“We helped make this mess,” Pietro starts.

“We have to be there to clean it up.” Wanda looks at Steve who speaks on his comms, I guess that’s working now. Her eyes begin to glow red.

“Ah ah ah, no more mind reading without permission,” I scold.

Wanda gives an amused scoff. “Fine, it would seem we have arrived anyway.” Steve sets the jet down on strip and Wanda stands steady. “In time to see why you shouldn’t trust Stark with such a thing as the mind stone.”

I frown. What’s a mind stone? Dr Kovak’s notes had nothing about it and all Strucker referred to it as was the sceptre’s power.

We walk the strip and down to the lab where Banner and Stark are… working on the Cradle. Of course he roped Bruce into this.

“I’m only gonna say this once,” Steve says authoritatively.

“How about none-ce?” Tony responds.

“Shut it down!”

“Nope, not gonna happen,” Tony continues with whatever he has planned.

“You don’t know what you’re doing,” I say tired of all this. I just want to find Nat.

“And you do?” Bruce says. “She’s not in your head?”

“I know you’re angry,” Wanda starts.

“Oh we’re way past that,” Bruce scoffs. “I could choke the life out of you and never change a shade.”

Harsh, I think. I wonder what Wanda had him see…

Steve tries to reason with the scientists but fails as everyone’s fear of the unknown rises to the surface. Pietro sighs and speeds around unplugging the Cradle.

“No, no. Go on,” he says sarcastically. “You were saying?”

I spot Clint from the glass beneath him and a gunshot rings out. The glass shatters and Pietro falls through.

“I’m rerouting the upload!” Tony calls out and Steve throws his shield at him.

What a team. I jump down where Pietro fell to access the radio station in order to find Natasha while the team works out their differences.

“Did you have any luck finding her?” I ask.

“She sent a code. Wanna fire up the jet while these idiots work it out?” Clint suggests.

I nod and take the note he made of Natasha’s whereabouts and rush up the stairs in time to see Thor land on the Cradle and blast it with lightning from Mjolnir. Something bursts out of the Cradle and my eyes widen as the scene unfolds. I miss the days when my mission was to just find the Captain’s best friend and not dealing with some purple creature.

“I’ve had a vision,” Thor explains. “A whirlpool that sucks in all hope of life and at its centre is that.” Thor points to the yellow glowing stone now encased in the creature’s forehead.

“What? The gem?” Bruce asks.

“It’s the Mind Stone. It’s one of the six Infinity Stones. The greatest power in the universe unparalleled in its destructive capabilities.”

My eyes travel to Wanda, she had named the stone before, it was what gave her and Pietro their powers…

“The Avengers cannot defeat Ultron alone,” Thor elaborates.

“I looked in your head… and saw annihilation,” Wanda says skeptically walking towards him.

“Look again,” the synthezoid says.

Barton scoffs unwilling to accept Wanda’s words. “Her seal of approval means shit to me.”

“Their powers, the horrors in our heads, Ultron himself, they all came from the Mind Stone. And they’re nothing compared to what it can unleash,” Thor warns. “But with it on our side…”

“Is it?” Steve interrupts. “Are you? On our side.”

“I am on the side of life. Ultron isn’t. He will end it all.”

“What’s he waiting for?” Tony asks.

“You.”

“Where?”

“Sokovia,” I answer. “That’s where he took Nat.”

“I don't want to kill Ultron. He's unique, and he's in pain. But that pain will roll over the earth, so he must be destroyed. Every form he's built, every trace of his presence on the net, we have to act now. And not one of us can do it without the others. Maybe I am a monster. I don't think I'd know if I were one. I'm not what you are, and not what you intended. So there may be no way to make you trust me,” he says. He picks up Mjolnir, giving it to Thor and leaving the rest of us stunned. “But we need to go.”

“Right,” Thor says, taking the Hammer. “Well done,” he pats Tony on the back.

Steve accepts the turn of events and so do I. “Three minutes. Get what you need.”

I arm up, opening the weapons chest in the armoury that I brought with me. I slot pistols and knives in my holsters and wrap a whip up my arm. I make my way to the quinjet and input the coordinates.

Wanda and Pietro are first on the jet.

“I’m glad you both decided to help us,” I say.

“We didn’t know Ultron planned to destroy everything when we joined him. I’m sorry for what I did to your team.”

“You’re going to have to tell them that.”

Wanda nods. “You’re right… I’m glad you weren’t there.”

I frown at her words but can’t follow up as everyone starts to pile in. I close the ramp and put on the headphones as Cap joins me in the cockpit.

“You ready?” I ask him.

“Ready Freddie,” he smiles as he says me words back to me.

“You don’t even know what that means,” I tease.

“I will.”

“Alright everyone,” I address the team through the jet’s intercom. “We are taking off; destination: Novi Grad, Sokovia. Mission: rescue civilians, defeat all Ultrons and save Nat.”

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Chapter 10

Yes Ready Freddie is a Queen reference <333333

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