#nathan literally only wants to talk to Peter

[sciderman]

I’m soRRY SCI BUT YOU GaVE US THE GOOD SHIT.WE DIDNT HAVE TIME TO FOCUS ON THE REFERENCE >:(/j

But like no seriously plz explain cause the idea is so fuxking cool.

all too distracted by nathan summers... typical, typical. all thinking with your dicks...

the long and short of it is that peter - so sick of being destined to be unhappy and cursed to live an existence watching life pass him by while he watches from the sidelines

decides that all he really wants is a "normal" life with gwen.

it's all he wants. he's sick of spider-man sabotaging everything.

he's so melodramtic. honestly this particular issue (#100) is written SO melodramatically. peter is SO... why does he talk like this. is so theatric. it's so hilarious. it's so stupid goofy. alexa play agony from into the woods.

it's like shakespeare. with even more tights. i want to do a dramatic reading of this issue so bad.

anyway, peter's kind of convinced that the only way he can be happy is if he "cures" himself

so he develops a serum that's meant to "cure" him – to finally get rid of his spider-manness so he can live a "normal" life

i'm obsessed with peter's brain. i'm obsessed. like, in a literal sense he could just. keep his powers but not use them, you would think. just hang up the tights.

but actually he can't. he can't. because he's actually fucking insane and spider-man is a metaphor.

it's the neurodivergency, pete. and there's (unfortunately) no cure. he'll never be normal - and the more he tries to mask, and the more he tries to force it down and suppress it... the more effort he channels into trying to be "normal"...

the more spider-like he becomes.

fact is, peter doesn't want to have to hide – but he's so, so terrified of social rejection and being feared, and... i want to hug him so bad.

we should all collectively hug him. six arms? all the better to hug with.

hugging him. kissing him. kissing every single one of his thirty fingers. i love this freak.

[judasisgayriot]

it’s your friendly neighborhood heroes anon! you seem to maybe kinda like the petrellis, so i’ll give you a fun ask about them.

what do you think peter and nathan were like with each other growing up? i’ve seen a bunch of different headcannons from people. in some they’re only like 8 years apart and in others it’s 14. some people think nathan was seen as more of a ‘cool cousin that gets you booze’ type by peter and they never really saw each other much, but when they did it was a fun time. but then in other fics nathan and peter are basically conjoined at the hip even after nathan graduates.

it’s all a big mess, and i don’t know who to believe lol. your thoughts? don’t be afraid to ramble on and on (and on)

Hi!!! I love to talk about the Petrellis haha so here goessss 💖💖

Ooh so first of all, I don’t rly know anything abt the supplemental stuff like the comics lol but not many ppl do anyway lmao

And secondly, in regards to their age gap we can roughly work it out from a few things: s1-s4 take place over roughly ~2 years (for instance Claire is 15-16 in s1 and 18/going to college in s4). Peter was born in December 1979 and is 26 in s1 (stated in canon), Nathan is similarly stated to be 40 in s4 (so ~38 in s1). So I’ve always interpreted them as being 12 years apart. Which yes, is a pretty sizeable age gap and means they wouldn’t have hung out in the same way that siblings of closer ages/in similar life stages would have. Peter and/or Nathan would be away at fancy boarding school, Nathan was in the military for parts of Peter’s childhood.

Their childhood is not super filled in by canon so a lot of this is my personal headcanon/interpretation (be warned for subjectivity/filling in the gaps) but I think their clinging to each other/closeness did start very young regardless of the age gap. Their father was terrifying and emotionally abusive as fuck, controlling to Nathan and at best dismissive and neglectful to Peter, Angela at least loves them in her own way but isn’t much better as a parent and is actively manipulative/gaslighting them all the time lmao and they live in an insane household that forced them together due to this (no wonder they’re Like That).

I think Nathan’s always been protective of Peter and wanted to be there for him/stand in front of him to shield him (though I think he’s later a little resentful about it, similarly Peter sometimes sees Nathan as too much of a puppet to their parents and doesn’t get why he didn’t stand up for himself more/gets frustrated with him, but Nathan was literally moulded from birth to be their obedient little attack dog who’d do whatever they wanted him to. Nathan in s3 saying his evil mind-controlling dad chose his career and even the person he married was picked out for him. There’s a reason that he seems so spineless.) but Nathan’s exception has always been Peter - the one thing he’ll defy his parents for. In s1 he goes along with what he’s meant to do until it comes time for him to pick The Plan or Peter, and he sacrifices himself for Peter. I think Angela never even considered that Nathan would choose Peter over her plan for him, which was the flaw in her machinations lol.

Peter also mentions in s4 that Nathan would rearrange his military leave to be there for Peter’s birthday, etc. i think that they were really happy to see each other every time they got to, it gave them some escape with someone who wasn’t their parents, who understood what it was like to grow up in that family. They’re hugely different people, but in part because Peter was allowed that freedom to be himself and have his own opinions that Nathan simply didn’t have, and again I think Nathan at once kind of resents this and also fiercely wanted that for Peter and is proud of him, despite the way he’s mean to him sometimes lol.

Of course I’d be remiss not to mention the infamous s2 deleted scene, where Nathan says that he and Peter used to steal Arthur’s scotch and go out to the treehouse and he ‘got him drunk for the first time’ up there. Not sure exactly when but this has to have been when Peter was a teenager, and… whew. The way Nathan delivers this with such anguish (‘why did I go back there…’) says so much about how intensely he feels about this whole thing, like, whatever really happened in that treehouse was a LOT and he’s having a LOT of feelings about it. I think when Peter was a teenager their closeness started becoming TOO much and too intense and it scared Nathan a bit as much as he wanted to hold onto Peter. But aaaaanyway….

I just love me some codependent brothers lmao so I’ve probably coloured it more towards that in my own perception. But basically I do think they were close regardless of the age gap!

[roniarose]

Guardians 3 thought dump

Aaaah i actually liked an MCU movie for once

The Guardians were kind of the perfect team to go up against that type of villain, a team thats taken two movies to learn and are still in some ways learning that their differences and flaws are what makes them a family, up against someone who sees those flaws as a failure to be discarded. All of the Guardians spend a lot of time across all three films trying to escape how others view them, so this antagonist really feels like the perfect choice to culminate the trilogy

Also man the russos took a fat wet shit all over gamoras arc and james gunn still managed to salvage it and make it work, I was fucking terrified the whole movie that they were gonna end up together when thats literally impossible with this gamora, But gamora calls out quill immediately in this, and tells him thats shes not that person he so desperately wants. Peter still at least has the arc that he was meant to have regardless of gamoras fridging, where he needed to realize that hes projecting what he needs from other people onto those people, especially gamora. The movie still hints that they COULD end up being together, they just both need to spend time becoming more actualized versions of themselves. And peter needs to resolve more of his emotional baggage and sexism.

Its funny because from the way 2 ended its really obvious that gunn had planned for them to be together in 3 but that basically got ruined when she got tossed into the infinity stone pit. :/ i’m glad gunn was smart enough to realize that trying to redo 2 movies worth of relationship buildup across one movie was a bad idea

Lets see what else

Oh, hey Nathan fillion, long time no see! I’m glad you finally got to be in a story about a ragtag found family in space that didn’t end up getting canned, and i think the fight you did in the building that looked like a middle school science textbook illustration rocked, 10/10 keep rocking the Michelin man fit

I like that Adam Warlock is a big dumb idiot man that carries a pet around and listens to king crimson because its super obvious gunn had no clue what to do with him but had to have him there because the mcu continues to be an ever expanding nightmare mess. 10/10 no notes

Obviously the i am groot reveal was cute, and also a kind of cycle break that didn’t feel forced or like it had extra gravitas added to it, the reveal that the audience is part of the family now just gets to be a simple little moment

I love that nebula gets to be relatively more relaxed in this movie on the whole, she honestly deserves it, let her sip her lil sodie pop.

I loved Draxs lil dad moment in the third act as well, and how it ends up forcing nebula to learn that emotional intelligence is just as vital to have a practical intelligence. Up until that point she really underestimated him and a lot of the rest of the team because she had been taught by thanos a lot of the same things our villain believed, that theres only one kind of way to be, and that only perfection and results matter. She ends up learning through the guardians and drax that we each of our own individual strengths and perceived flaws, and that real perfection is in the culmination of those forces in our lives. I thought it was nice :)

The last thing i can think of is that I liked how a series defined musically by track from the 70’s and 80’s ends off with a track from the 2000’s. A way of communicating subtly our characters aren’t trapped in their past anymore. Great stuff

Anyways thats what i got atm, if you stumbled on this and are wanting more mcu stuff, sorry to disappoint, this is prolly the last mcu thing i’m checking in for unless something reveals itself to be more interesting in the future. I wanna try and talk more about other things tho, so maybe you will like those posts!

Testing this out

[buildarocketboys]

I like hearing ppl talk abt their blorbos tell me some things about your mr Nathan Petrelli if you want to ofc

Hi nonnie thanks so much for this 💜

I'm kind of bad just talking about my blorbo on the fly (plus I spent 90% of my time talking about him with @judasisgayriot) but like? I love him?

People (both within the universe of the show and within the fandom) see him as just this asshole jerk and don't bother looking any further, and sure he is a jerk at times but he's also just hella autistic and bad at expressing himself in a way that's understandable/sympathetic to neurotypicals but he's also masking literally all the time and trying so hard to be normal and just aggghhh. He deserves to stop holding on so tightly and controlling himself so strictly and to just be. And to figure out who he is and what he wants beyond his parents' expectations of him which is what he's been forced to do all his life and what he's relied on and the only thing he's really ever had outside of that is his love for Peter which is why he says "I don't know who I am without you" because his love for Peter is the only thing that's ever truly been his and part of who he is as a person independent from his parents' control and expectations.

His parents literally constantly try to isolate him from having anyone to rely on/love and be loved by outside of them, especially if his connection to other people threatens their hold over him. See: them literally FAKING CLAIRE'S DEATH and stealing his child from him (and Meredith, who he also believes is dead) because he wanted to acknowledge her and be part of her life, see Angela basically telling Heidi Nathan is crazy and delusional when he actually tries to tell her the truth about his power and essentially causing her not only to leave him but to prevent him from seeing his sons, see Arthur and Angela constantly trying to get between his and Peter's relationship/play it down like it's not important/get them to compete against each other, see Arthur attempt to MURDER HIS SON TWICE for daring to stand up to him...I could go on

I'm sorry this kind of turned into a "Nathan's parents are shitty and abusive but THAT'S BECAUSE THEY ARE. Nathan has had a shitty time of it, made even harder by the fact that he's (to me at least) clearly autistic and ugh. He just deserves so much better. Let him fucking live gdi!!

[writiers-room]

About Us!

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Nathan (he/they) - A peacekeeper of sorts. Very soft both visually and personality-wise, but don't mistake kindness for being a pushover. Enjoys talking to people and a nice cup of tea ^u^. Looks a bit like Michael Sheen as Aziraphale. Prefers masculine language.

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Robbie (he/they) - Glamorous, sexy, gorgeous transexual (in a Dr. Frank N. Further way). Loves all things glitzy and glittery and fabulous. He is perfect and wants you to know it. Looks like Glanni Glæpur. Okay with all gendered language.

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[toomanyfandoms02]

Thoughts - Part 1 // Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

This timeline is set around 2006 because that's when the actually 2nd season of Criminal Minds was going on. So Matthew is about 26.

Summary - Soulmate AU! Once you turn 18, you can hear some of your soulmates thoughts. And when you meet, your thoughts go silent for 30 seconds. Readers soulmate is quite the character. (Anything you see in bold is the other persons thought.)

Word count : 2.1k

This is kind of experimental lmao, lemme know if you like it :)))

"What was your first soulmate thought y/n?" I got this question often, everyone did. This time it was asked by a new friend of mine, we met in our cinematography class this semester at LAFS ( Los Angeles Film School ).

"I think my story is one of the more fun ones."

"I bet mines better." Her eyes held promise, but I wasn't sure she could beat me.

*It was currently 1:15 pm, and I was waiting patiently for my first soulmate thought. I was with my best friend Marley, we sat in the cafeteria of my college, mind you, surrounded by other people.*

*"What time were you born again?" She had asked the question so many times this hour, by the way she was bouncing, you would think that we were waiting for hers.*

*"1:19 pm for the last time Marley." I giggled, nudging her shoulder. I took a bite of the cupcake she had bought me for my birthday. It took no time for the clock to hit 1:19, I anxiously waited to hear something, anything.*

"Now disclaimer." I told my friend, who I now knew as Alex. "I knew that some people had reported that their first soulmate thoughts were kind of, *loud*. But I can tell you that I was severely unprepared."

*Only 30 seconds after my watch ticked past 1:19, I heard a near deafening screech in my head.*

***"What the fuck?!"** The thought was so obnoxious and loud that I spit the fluffy pastry from my mouth and directly onto the back of another person, holding tightly to my ears, this did not help.*

*"What's going on? What did they say?" Marley leaned over to me, rubbing my back with a horrified look. Not long after, the man I had spit on turned around with a furious look.*

*"Hey I'm so sorry." I choked out, waving a hand at the man. "My soulmate thought was painful." The man rolled his eyes with an angry huff, taking his cardigan off and turning back to his table.*

*"What did they say y/n?!" There she went again, bouncing like a dodgeball.*

*"What the fuck." My eyes darted to hers, narrowed slightly. She furrowed her brows at me. "He literally thought, what the fuck, so loudly."*

Alex was on the floor giggling like a fiend, she held her stomache as if her guts would spill out with so much joy.

"Nope, you're right." She could barely speak between laughter. "I can't beat that." She promptly wiped the tears from her eyes, composing herself. "So you haven't met him yet?" She let out a final sigh.

"Nope. When I meet him, I kinda wanna slap him." A sly smile made it's way onto my lips. "The little shit thinks the weirdest things! I have had to deal with his thoughts for 4 years, and I'm ready for the complete silent bliss when I meet him." I laid my head back on the couch.

**I would really like a fruit roll up right now.**

"Speak of the idiot, he really wants a fruit roll up right now." Alex shook her head at me.

"Maybe he will be funny?"

"We'll see about that. What was your first soulmate thought?"

-

Tonight was Marley and I's 'introduction night.' Similar to a movie night, we have a night every two weeks where we either introduce the other to a new show or movie, alternating turns.

"I think you'll like this one." She plopped onto the loveseat, nearly throwing and spilling the hot popcorn on me while grabbing the remote. "It's a crime show, just started last year so after this season we can just keep up with it. If you like it of course." The show was flipped onto the first episode, it was a man talking about an unsub, or unidentified subject. Then a younger guy walked in, interrupting him.

"Who is that guy?" The words flew from my mouth before I could even think them.

"Spencer Reid-"

"No, I mean his *real* name. He looks *so* familiar." It felt like my brain was eating itself alive, why did he look so familiar.

"I think his name is Matthew Gray Gubler." Marley shrugged, not taking her eyes off the screen.

"Has he been in anything else but this?"

"He models a lot. That's probably where you saw him." She pushed some magazines around on her coffee table and threw one at me. "He's on page 16, Hilfiger Jean's." I flipped to the page, seeing his face again.

"Wow, he is something else. I must have just unknowingly saw him in a magazine somewhere."

"I know! Once I saw him on here, I knew you would think he was cute too. Plus, he's a genius. I figured this would be another Peter Parker situation again." She teased, poking at my giant crush on Spiderman AKA Toby Maguire a few years ago.

"Shut up!" I snickered, throwing a pillow at her head. My own thoughts were interrupted by one that was not my own.

**I wish Halloween would come faster.**

"Its literally May." I whispered to myself, earning a weird look from Marley. This is the typical weird thought, Halloween is big on his mind.

I of course ended up loving the show. ~~And may or may not have had a huge crush on Spencer Reid already.~~

I informed Marley that we would most certainly be catching up on the show regularly, making that out new weekly thing for a while.

Though I could truly not get that Matthew guy out of my head, and I had a weird feeling it wasn't just because I thought he was super hot.

Matthew

**Who is Matthew Gray Gubler?**

The thought nearly made me spit out my coffee as I walked through the set. I knew for sure that wasn't my thought.

*No shit sherlock.*

Now *that* was my thought.

The question swirled around in my head, I really wanted to just think,

*I'm Matthew Gray Gubler!*

Just to make this whole process easier. Who knows if she could even actually *hear* it if I did answer her, or that she would believe me.

So lost in my train of thoughts, pun intended, I ran right into a punch cart.

"Holy shit!" The punch came spilling down right onto my khaki pants. I rested my forehead on the rim of my coffee mug. "I'm so sorry Terry, I was really caught up in my head."

"It's alright." He pulled a towel from his back pocket, throwing it onto the puddle that was forming on the wood floor. "Thinkin' about a girl?"

"Yes actually, thinking about my soulmate. Let me help you with that." I kneeled down on the floor, wiping up the spill. "Sorry again."

"It's all good Matthew." He dragged the cart to the opposite side of the room.

**Why can I not focus damnit?! This trip is suppose to be fun. Focus y/n. Focus!**

Y/n! I've never heard her name before. Maybe shes getting closer to me.

I set my coffee on the table of the reading room, pulling my script out and sitting next to AJ.

"You seem out of it today, are you feeling okay?" She tapped my shoulder. "I saw you run directly into the lunch cart." She clearly tried to suppress a giggle.

"How did you meet Nathan? How did you do it?" My script was not slammed onto the table, my hands pressed firmly on top of it.

"Are you worried about soulmates again? Matthew, she will come to you-"

"She said my name!!" My hands flailed wilding in the air. "I heard her think it! This sucks." I laughed a bit at the end, feeling ridiculous and vulnerable. Ask phone buzzed on the table, interrupting my dilemma.

"Well I hate to stop you in the middle of this debacle, but we have a film class coming in to observe, I guess sit was suppose to be a surprise." AJ shrugged with a pity smile, which is my least favorite version of a smile. I dramatically slammed my head on the back of my rolling chair, groaning like a child.

"Come on Gubler, we don't even have to do anything, we just have to act normal so they can observe. Let's go educate some college kids." She stood above me, patting my head and dragging my seat from the table a few inches. I reluctantly stood up and left the reading room.

To be clear, if it were any other day than the day that I found out my soulmates name, I would be totally in the game. I love teaching people, I love being an inspiration, but all I could think about was how close yet how far I was from meeting the love of my life. I shook it all off, physically and mentally, while heading to the set.

*Time to get my head in the game.*

I hope my soulmate heard that and started thinking of highschool musical.

-

"Action!" I held my prop gun in my hand while following Shermar, he proceeded to kick a door down that had a camera on the other side to capture it. The class that was observing sat on the other side of the door, seeing all of the behind the scenes that goes on during filming.

To avoid making direct eye contact with the camera, I often look right past it. So instead of making eye contact with the camera, I made it with a girl.

Then it was silent.

I stopped in the doorway, leading AJ to slam right into me on her way through the door.

"What the hell are you doing Matthew?"

"Cut!"

**You have got to be fucking kidding me.**

We did not break our stare, her eyes wide now with the realization.

*Wow.*

The girl sitting next to her was shaking her shoulder violently, but she sat unfazed.

"Can you excuse me for a second?" Bobby Roth, our director for the day looked at me like I was dumb, inevitably giving in.

"Whatever, take 5 guys."

I immediately waltzed past the cameraman and over to, who I could only assume, was my soulmate. The girl next to her was promptly slapping her arm and squealing like a pig, but she was giving her quite the death stare.

*She's my kind of girl already.*

Right as I thought that, she looke duo at me with a large grin and a tilt of the head.

*Shit.*

**Damn, even cuter in person.**

"Thank you." I couldn't suppress the automatic pep in my step meeting her. "I'm Matthew, you must be y/n?" It came out as a question because I was worried I would be wrong, and embarrass myself.

Which I've done, many times.

"You know my name?"

"I uh, I heard you think it." I pointed to my head, nodding awkwardly.

"You are so weird." She laughed, which made my face reddened more 3x more than I'm sure it already was.

"What?" I managed to murmur out.

"Well, you just think about weird stuff, mostly Halloween though." She was slowly smiling more as she spoke of me, which made my heart skip a few beats. She was so much more beautiful than I had pictured her. Her eyes held every intelligent thought that I had ever heard from her, and I knew right then that the eyes were the door to the soul. "Now that I'm here," she finally stood to my level, poking at my chest. "Do you wanna do a couples costume? This year?" She did a cute half shrug, as if I would say no.

"Oh my God, you really are my soulmate." I pulled her into a hug, a tight one, never wanting to let her go now that I'd found her.

"Alright guys! Let's go!" Bobby motioned everyone back to the set.

"Yeah, get out there *Spencer*." She patted her hand on my cheek. I didn't know if I hoped that she *did* see or *didn't* see how much I already liked her on my face, but I could feel the admiration spilling from my features.

"I- I'll talk to you after this!" I stumbled backwards from her, going back to the set and awkwardly running my back into the cameraman.

"Can't wait!" She waved with a flushed face, sitting back down next to her friend who was now shaking both of her shoulders violently.

*This is the best day of my life.*

**Same.**

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I've got a few more Soulmat AU ideas if you want more! I just don't know if theres any demand, so LEMME KNOW.

[petersspidey]

Touch Me

A/N: honestly idk how people write smut all the time. I feel like it's alway just a repetition of my last smut piece. And I like get bored writing it. So much more fun participating than just writing. But here u go. Another Steve smut. LOL not surprising. That's all i write these days.

Warnings: Smutttttt

Steve Rogers x Reader 

Masterlist

You had been locked inside the Avengers tower for weeks now. Quarantine was killing you. You were bored and tired and so done with being stuck inside.

But you had a bigger problem. You were surrounded by hot, Avenger men, but you were getting no dick. You were unbelievably horny and at this point nothing was satisfying. You were literally just craving dick. And you had tried toys but it wasn’t the same as the feeling of being close with someone and getting pulled over the edge by their movements.

You shook your thoughts away, realizing you had been staring at Steve from across the room. Steve had noticed you. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, realizing you had made yourself wet just from the thought of being with any of the avengers men, but more specifically him.

“Hey y/n, you ok?” Steve asked, coming to sit on the couch close to you. You back was against the arm rest, and you were sitting with your knees up, facing where Steve was sitting. He had one leg on the ground, with the other resting across that leg. His arm stretches across the back of the couch toward you. Close enough that he could touch your knees.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you lied

Steve’s eyes narrowed.

“Whatever you say…”

You were silent for a second, and kept looking at Steve.

“What are you reading?” He asked, interrupting your drifting thoughts.

“Oh,” you look down and pick up your book off your lap, “It’s just one of those steamy romance novels, but I wasn’t really reading it,”

Steve reached over and grabbed it from your hands.

He opened it to a random page and began reading, “As Nathan continued to push his throbbing cock in and out of her, Melanie moaned loud enough that the neighbours could hear. Her soaking pussy…”

Steve paused, and you giggled.

“Yeah ok, very steamy,” he laughed, closed the book and handed it back to you.

His hand that was resting on the back of the couch fell forward. Steve fingertips hovered ever so slightly above the side of your knee. You could feel how close they were. Your inside began to turn. Butterflies flew through your stomach.

You laughed at yourself. It really had been a long time that anyone had touched you if Steve barely touching your knee was turning you on.

Although it was Steve, and just looking at him could turn you on.

“What can I say? We’ve been stuck inside for a couple months, I’m in dire need of some romance and this is as good as it can get right now,” you shrugged.

“Yeah I can understand that one,”

“What’s that supposed to mean Mr America? Do you also read pornographic novels in your spare time?” You joked

Steve blushed “no.. That’s not what-“

“Don’t worry Steve, I was joking,” you smiled.

You were silent again for a second. You looked Steve up and down. He looked relaxed. On his day’s off he usually wore jeans a tshirt, but after the first month he gave up on the jeans and began dressing in sweatpants. Completely understandable. You don’t think you’ve worn jeans since the first day nationwide quarantine was declared.

You looked back up to Steve’s face. He was looking at you.

“What did you mean when you said you understand?” You asked

Steve thought for a moment, “I just meant it’s nice to have someone to sleep beside or to kiss in the morning. Someone to love. Kinda hard to do that when you’re stuck inside and can’t go out to meet that someone,”

You smiled, “Yeah, that’s really true,”

“But I guess you meant someone to have sex with,” Steve smirked

You laughed lightly, “Yeah that is what I meant. But I do miss everything you’re talking about too. I forgot how lonely it was to sleep by myself, until I’ve been doing it the past three months,”

You sighed, and stood up. “I think I’m going to go back to my room and actually try and get some reading done,” you said.

Steve grabbed your wrist as you turned to leave. You looked back at him, “If it makes you feel any better Y/N, I miss sex too,” he smirked

You smiled at him, “I’ll see you around, Steve,”

You shook your head and laughed lightly to yourself as you headed toward your room. You turned back to look at Steve before getting on the elevator. He was still looking at you. He watched you step onto the elevator.

You were taken aback by Steve’s forwardness with you. You don’t think you’ve ever even heard him say sex. You thought back to your whole conversation with him. Was he flirting with you?

The elevator dinged on your floor and you stepped off.

No, you said to yourself. There was no way Steve was flirting with you. That’s just not Steve. He doesn’t flirt. He doesn’t just bring girls home to have sex. You didn’t even know what he meant by all that.

You sighed, and walked back to your room and spent the rest of the night dissecting your conversation with Steve.

The next few days were hard to say the least. And by hard, you mean a lady boner hard. It was like Steve was teasing you on purpose. It was like he knew certain things that turned you on and did them on purpose.

He’d walk into the kitchen where you’d be sitting with Natasha or Peter at the counter eating breakfast. He’d be sweaty from his workout, and would always say hi and then smirk at you. He’d chug a glass of water, run his fingers through his hair and look at you squirm in your seat as he walked out. One time on his way out of the room he even winked.  That morning you were luckily sitting with Peter and not Natasha, and he was oblivious to the wink.

Other times he would come into the room where you were reading and sit down beside you with a book of his own. He’d always ask if you minded if he sat with you. You of course would always say that you didn’t mind. Steve would smile, sit beside you and open his book. Even something that simple had you lose your mind. You wouldn’t be able to pay attention to your book, all you wanted to do was stare at him. Sometimes he would sit so close that your legs were touching. Other times he would rest his arm on the back of the couch and his fingertips would rest gently on your shoulder or neck.

Any chance he got when he stood in a room you were in, he would cross his arms, and his huge muscles would be flexed. That alone was enough to make you want to melt into the floor.

One time you were in the elevator to go to the garden on the roof, hoping to actually get some reading done up there where you could focus on anything but Steve. But of course as you got into the elevator, Steve came running in behind you. He hit the floor for his bedroom, and went to hit the floor for yours.

“Oh, actually I’m going to the roof,” you said, stopping him.

Steve nodded, and pressed the correct button for you.

You were standing across the elevator from him, your hands behind you holding yourself up on the railing.

Steve smiled at you, and crossed his arms. You looked down at his arm muscles, and just wanted to die. You closed your eyes for a moment, imagining his arms wrapped around you. You licked your lips.

“Y/N, you ok?” Steve asked.

“Uh, yeah, I’m great,” you said, opening your eyes to look across the elevator at him again.

You looked at the arrow, realizing it had only been a few seconds and you had barely ascended any floors. You leaned over and hit the button for the next floor.

“I uh, gotta go,” you said,

You could see Steve’s look of confusion on his face as you scurried off the elevator.

You were on the floor with all the labs. You had no reason to even be here. You walked over to the stairwell entrance, and waited there, hoping Steve would get off on his floor and you could go back and take it up to the roof.

Needless to say it had been a long week of literally getting wet every time you saw Steve. Sometimes, really wet.

You had no idea how to make it stop. You felt like no matter how many times you masturbated, it was never enough to get Steve out of your head. Regardless of the orgasms you gave yourself, you still found yourself craving Steve every time you saw him.

One day however, you nearly lost your mind. You were walking toward the gym, hoping to get a workout in. Despite being quarantined, you still needed to train in case the world needed the Avengers. When you walked into the gym, Steve was standing there. Shirtless, hitting the punching bag.

You could feel your chin falling to the floor. The longer you stared at him, the wetter your panties got.

Suddenly Steve stopped. Noticing your standing there.

“Hey Y/N,”

You were speechless, and simply just raised a hand to wave. You took a deep breath, and walked over to the mat where you had planned to do a few stretches before you started to workout.

You turned your back to Steve, hoping to ignore the fact that he was there and actually get through this workout.

Little did you know, Steve watched you. His eyes trained on your ass as you bent over to touch your toes, lunge to the side, and even during your squats.

You turned around, hoping to just catch a quick glance at Steve, but he was walking toward you.

“Hey, Y/N, mind if i join you for a few stretches?” He asked

You nodded. You stood side by side and glanced over at Steve watching him copy your stretches.

You sighed.

“Something wrong?” He asked

“Too many things,”

“You’ve been acting weird all week, what’s been bothering you?”

“Nothing Steve. This is more of talk to Natasha about my problems kind of thing,”

“Oh… alright,” he said. Staying silent and continuing to mimic your movements.

“Look, it’s just a girl thing. Don’t take offence. I’m not not talking to you about it because you’re Steve. It’s just cause you’re a guy and wouldn’t understand,”

“Try me,”

You chuckled to yourself. There was NO way you were going to talk to Steve about your problem.

“No way Steve,”

“C’mon. Maybe I’ll get it,”

“You definitely won’t,”

“Fine,” he said in defeat, “but you know you can always talk to me about anything,” he added.

“I know, Steve. Thanks,”

And with that, he left the gym and you continued your workout alone.

Despite you just wanting to jump Steve’s bones. It was more than that. You wanted to sleep beside him. You wanted to get that good morning kiss he talked about the week prior.

That night, you knocked on Steve’s door.

He opened it. Standing in front of you in only a T-shirt and his boxers.

“Y/n,”

You were taken aback by his appearance.

“Hey Steve, uh, this might be a weird question but …. can I sleep here tonight?”

Before he could say anything, you spoke again, “look it’s just that the other day when we were talking we spoke about how lonely it is to have a bed for yourself. And I feel the same and I just am craving the feeling of someone else beside me in my bed. I’m tired of falling asleep lonely and I completely understand if you want to say no and we can just forget about it but”

You stood silent for what felt like forever, but it was only seconds before Steve responded.

“Sure, Y/N. come in,”

Steve moves aside to let you in and closed his door behind you.

It had been awhile since you’d been inside Steve’s room. But it didn’t look any different. His desk was still covered in sketches, his bed with the same white sheets, and the same photos on the wall. Some of him and Bucky. One of him and Peggy. And another of all the Avengers after the battle of New York. There was even one of him and you, drinks in your hands with Steve's arm around you. You remembered that night. It was during one of Tony's many parties.

You sat on the edge of his bed.

“I was just reading before heading to sleep, but if you’re tired I can turn the lights out now.” He offered.

“No, I don’t mind. Keep reading. I’ll just lie down,”

Steve moves to his side of the bed, moving into a sitting position with his back resting against the headboard. You lied down on your side beside him and looked over at him.

It was hard to ignore the fact that you could see his bulge through his boxers.

You closed your eyes hoping to just fall asleep and stop thinking of the fact that you wanted Steve inside of you.

Maybe this was a bad idea. You'd been melting to the idea of him the past few weeks. And now you were in bed beside him. His dick only hiding through extremely thin fabric. You were only in a tank top and your sleep shorts. It was warm enough in the complex that you were comfortable wearing this, but Steve had his window open and a light breeze was blowing through his room.

You moved to shift yourself under the covers. Steve looked away from his book to watch you.

"You can move closer if you're cold, Y/N," Steve offered.

You knew you shouldn't but you gladly took him up on his offer.

You shuffled closer to Steve under the covers. You were still lying on your side facing him. Your arm was resting against Steve's side.

He glanced over at you before returning to his book.

You don't remember falling asleep. But it was hard to forget waking up.

When you opened your eyes the next morning, there were thin streams of sun coming through the half closed blinds. It was cold out today and a strong breeze blew through the room, causing you to shiver. You were facing away from Steve, but he was pressed close against you. You weren't sure how long you had been sleeping like this. Steve's arm was draped across your side. Your back was against his chest. You could feel his breath hot against the back of your neck. You sighed, taking in the moment. You knew you wouldn't get to feel this way forever.

You tried to push yourself back, to get closer to Steve but you weren't sure if that was possible. But you could feel Steve's morning wood pressing hard against your ass. You weren't sure if it was the feeling of Steve's dick or the cold morning air that was causing your nipples to harden, making them visible through your shirt.

You pushed your ass back against Steve. Enjoying the feeling. Steve moved behind you, his arm that was draped over you wrapped around you harder.

All you wanted to do was turn around and kiss him. Grab his dick in your hand and just make him come.

You could feel Steve stirring behind you.

"Morning, Y/N," he muttered, his raspy morning voice only turning you on more.

You already knew that you were wet, and that if it kept going on like this your wetness would seep through your sleep shorts.

Steve must have realized his hard on was pressed against you, and tried to move his pelvis away from your ass. You only took that as an opportunity to move your ass back closer to him. Almost as if you were grinding on him.

You could tell Steve was taken aback for a moment, before he leaned back into you, pressing himself back into you.

HIs grip around you tightened once more. One of his hands *accidentally* brushed past one of your nipples. You could feel his cock twitch.

The two of you were breathing extremely heavy. His cock only getting harder, and pressing onto you more. Steve rested his hand against the bare skin of your stomach where your shirt had come up. His hand slowly trailing higher on your body.

His hand hovered lightly just underneath your breast. You could feel his touch lingering. You sat there, eyes closed, your sleep shorts nearly soaked through with Steve's dick hard on your ass. You needed more.

"Steve," you breathed

"Mhmm," he muttered, lips gently hovering over your neck.

"Touch me,"

That's all Steve needed.

He shot his hand up to your breast and began rolling your nipple between his fingers. You felt a wave of pleasure shoot through you. You have been touch starved for too long and this was exactly what you needed.

Steve's lips were pressed against your neck, leaving sloppy kisses.

You moaned. You needed more than this. It felt amazing, but you needed more.

You rolled over onto your back. Steve's hand didn't leave your breast, still flicking the nipple. He immediately shifted himself, nearly hovering over top of you. His lips slammed against yours before you could even finish moving. You moved your hands to wrap around him, one floating through his hair, the other on his bare back.

You both moaned into each other's mouths. His hard dick now pressing against the front of your shorts as he held himself up above you.

He pulled away from you and grabbed the bottom of your shirt. You lifted yourself off the bed to make it easier. Steve threw your shirt across the room. He started moving down the bed, peppering sloppy kisses along your stomach, making his way to the waistband of his shorts. He pulled your shorts down and tossed them aside. He spread your legs apart revealing how wet you were. He slowly slid a finger between your folds, licking the wetness from his finger, keeping eye contact with you.

"So wet for me," he said.

He smirked and lied down on his stomach in front of you so your pussy was right in front of his face. He threw your legs over his shoulders and hovered his lips so close to your clit you could feel their presence.

He blew on your clit lightly, causing you to squirm.

"Steve, please," you begged.

Steve wasted no time. He dove in. He began making long strokes on your clit. The feeling was overwhelming. You couldn't remember the last time you had been eaten out. It had been too long. You were panting from the feeling of Steve's tongue moving all over your clit. Running it up and down. Moving in circles.

You wrapped your legs around Steve, pulling him closer while bucking your pussy into his face. You knew it wouldn't take long for just Steve's tongue to make you come.

You focused on the movements of his tongue. Your world was spinning. He started moving faster, and you could feel your orgasm building. You tugged on his hair, wanting him even closer. You were moaning his name as he pressed down harder on your clit, realizing you were close to orgasm.

You started coming, and Steve kept moving his tongue around. You clenched your thighs tight around his head, the feeling of your orgasm and Steve still licking you becoming overwhelming.

"Steve!" you cried.

When your orgasm finally died down, it didn't stop Steve from leaving one or two more licks between your folds.

Steve stood up, and removed his boxers, using them to wipe the come off of his face before throwing them aside with your clothing. You lied still on his bed, still trying to catch your breath.

Suddenly, Steve grabbed your ankles and pulled you to the end of the bed. He held your legs up and before you could blink, you could feel his huge cock pushing inside of you.

"Fuck," you moaned

Steve groaned as he pushed himself inside of you. You both stayed still for a moment, adjusting to the feeling of his dick. Then he started moving.

This was the feeling you were missing for weeks. The thing you had been craving from Steve every time you saw him.

He took his time pushing himself in and out of you. One of his hands trailed down, and his thumb rested on your clit, beginning to move circles.

The feelings were overwhelming. Steve's huge cock moving in and out of you, and the feeling of your clit being rubbed. You knew your walls were going to close around him soon.

Steve was teasing you, slowly sliding himself in halfway and pulling himself out again. You whined, wanting his dick deeper inside of you. Steve smirked, and thrust further inside of you, groaning at the same time.

You were so close to coming. All the feelings, not to mention Steve's moans were pushing you over the edge.

You moaned through your orgasm. Steve sped up his thrusts and circled your clit harder. You couldn't help but scream his name once more. Steve pulled out for only a second, letting you recover from your orgasm.

As he went to push his dick back inside of you. You stopped him.

"No way, soldier. Lie down." you ordered

"Yes, M'am," Steve said.

He moved and lied down on the bed beside you. Cock still rock hard.

You moved to straddle Steve. His dick right in front of you. You took it in your hand and moved your hand up and down. Steve closed his eyes in pleasure.

You slowly shifted, lifting yourself over his cock, and slowly sinking down on it. You felt full pushing it inside of you. Steve groaned as you sat down. You sat still for a moment, adjusting to his size. It was much harder to take him all in while you were riding him.

Steve placed his hands on your hips, while you rested one of your hands flat on his chest, placing the other one on your clit. You slowly started moving up and down, as much as you could, Steve's hands on your hips guiding you back into place. You left small circles on your clit.

Steve inside of you was amazing. You already wanted to come again. Steve was groaning and pushing himself into you. You continued to bounce up and down on his dick, moving between that and rocking on him, moving in circles. Steve's grip on your hips got tighter, his fingers digging into you, as he pushed his head back into the pillows.

You were both moaning so loud there was no doubt anyone down the hall would have heard. Steve opened his eyes, watching your move up and down on his dick, your breasts bouncing with you. He was so close and could tell you were too.

"Baby, please," he begged.

That was all you needed to come. Your orgasm waved over you, you continued to rub small circles and rock back and forth on Steve as you came, throwing your head back in ecstasy.

The feeling of your pussy clench around his dick drove Steve crazy.

He moaned loud, and started bucking into you. You could feel his come spilling into your pussy.

You stayed seated on Steve, catching your breath for a second. His grip loosened on your hips, and moved down to rest on your thighs. You slowly lifted yourself off of Steve's dick, and collapsed onto his chest. You rested your head on his shoulder and pushed your hair out of your face.

You both lied still, trying to catch your breath. Steve moved his hands to rake them up and down your bare back.

"Man, I really needed that," you breathed

Steve chuckled.

"I know. I did too,"

"Can I just say Steve Rogers, you are very talented,"

Steve laughed again. Shaking your entire body resting on his chest.

"Well, I'm glad I could assist you in these hard times. I really drove you crazy this week, didn't I?" he laughed

"That's an understatement!" you exclaimed.

[dibs4ever]

Grieving

Nathan Gordon smiled at the little red headed bundle in his arms. So tiny, and new. Only a month old and so much had already happened to the poor child she had already gone through so much. Her mentally unstable mother running off in the night with her 4 year old brother.

Leaving her father alone with the newborn and a paper signing her rights over. Why keep one but not the other?

Nathan couldn’t understand it

Then again Barbara Keen never was exactly right in the mind

“Dad thanks again for offering to do childcare.” The voice of Jim Gordon spoke

Nathan looked up at his son and shook his head “Think nothing of it. It’ll give me something to do with my days now that I’m retired” he smiled bringing his infant granddaughter to his shoulder

Jim smiled “Well there is absolutely nobody else in the world I’d trust Barbara with. You raised my sister and I on your own which wasn’t exactly common in the 70s and 80s “

Nathan chuckled “Your mother was involved.”

Jim looked at his father over the brim of his glasses. Okay so maybe he did raise the kids on his own for the most part

Little back story on Nathan Peter Gordon

After getting an honorary discharge from the Vietnam war due to an injured leg he did what all the war men did and found a wife to marry and settle down with. It was 1962 he was 25 years old when he married Francis.

She wasn’t like his friends wives, she wasn’t sweet or doting. She didn’t ask him how is day was

She was a bitter women who wouldn’t stand for anyone who didn’t agree with her.

If he was being honest with himself the only reason he married her was because that’s what was expected of him. Women weren’t where his attraction laid. But being a gay man in the 1960s was just asking for a lifetime of criticism. Besides Francis could give him what he desired to be most. A father. Which happened in 1963 when his his daughter Hannah was born and then 3 years later when James was born

He absolutely loved being a father but always feared leaving them with Francis when he left forgot work as an attorney . She was cruel to them.

In 1970 after years of verbal abuse and accusations from Francis he finally confessed to the woman that he was gay.

They promptly divorced, Francis shocked the judge when she requested only to have the children every other weekend. Allowing Nathan to be the primary caregiver.

Something he thanked it was probably the only nice thing she ever did for him. Although he was certain she didn’t want them anyways. It wasn’t easy being a single dad but he wouldn’t trade it for anything, he supported and loved his children. Praising their accomplishments. Hugging them when they were downs and giving advice as they grew up under his wings.

Fast forward it’s 1996 and he’s holding his 30 year old sons newborn daughter.

Nathan takes care of his granddaughter every day and some nights for the next 5 years as his son worked his way up in the GCPD.

Then in 2001 she starts kindergarten and he only has her after school and some nights. It’s a bittersweet moment for both Nathan and Barbara. The two of them were each other’s best friends

Nathan waited outside the school with the other parents and caregivers. The school doors opening

“Grandpa!” The five year old shouted running across the school courtyard and into his arms with a flying leap.

She snuggled into his chest “I missed you.”

He chuckled lightly “So did I, come on little one, let's go get ice cream. It's Friday after all.” He smiled

4 years later he’s on his way to pick her up from school again. He hadn’t been feeling right . He has a coughing fit, then looks down at the kleenex...blood. Something wasn't right

Stuffing the napkin product in his pocket he decided to put on a brave face and go pick the light of his life Barbara Gordon up from school. She’d help him relax till his Doctors appointment next week

Nine year old Barbara opens the back car door and climbs in

“Hi grandpa.” She smiles leaning over the seat to plant a kiss on his cheek “Did you make any snacks at home? I’m starving.”

Nathan smiled, he almost always prepared a small snack for his growing grandauter to have when she returned from school. But today he had felt so ill and afraid due to coughing up blood that he completely.forgotten be had planned to make a her-her favorite snack of homemade nacho.

”I thought we’d get ice cream” be spoke looking back at the girl in the rearview mirror as he pulled out of the driveway

She laughed lightly he freckles doing a little dance when her nose scrunched up. He adored her freckles “Grandpa it’s only Tuesday. We only get ice cream on Friday’s.”

He shrugged “Who says we gotta play by the rules.” He winked

Barbara smiled at him

The following year Nathan Gordon passes away from cancer. He’s surrounded by his daughter Hannah, her husband and their children along with his son and Barbara.

Barbara Gordon sat in the office chair of her fathers office. Since her grandfathers recent passing her dad had yet to make arrangements for a new childcare provider.

Not that she needed a babysitter. She wasn’t a baby. She was 10. Besides the past couple months her grandpa had been so weak she basically took care of herself anyways

Her dad had been gone for a while. Where to? she didn’t know. He never told her anything anyways.

She sighed and continued drawing random doodles on the piece of copy paper she’d been using for the past 30 minutes to occupy her time.

The door opened. Her dad stepping in. But he wasn’t alone . A boy with dark hair, shorter than her but probably around her age stood at his side. This she knew wasn’t common. Very rarely did her father handle children personally like this at work. The boy was looking down sadly.

“Why don’t you take a seat son” her father waved to the pair of seats that sat infront of his desk. The boy nodded then moved and took a seat in one of the chairs

“Barbara this is Richard. He’s 10 like you. Why don’t you keep him company while I make some phone calls in the hall.” Her dad informed

She nodded and watched him walk out, the office door closing behind him

After a moment of Richard not looking up, Barbara moved and switched seats to the available one beside him

“I’m Barbara, how are you Richard?” She asked

He shrugged

“Not much of a talker Huh? It’s okay I’ll talk. I’ve been bored out of my mind all night. My dad thinks I need a babysitter but I don’t. I mean I’ve literally been sitting in this office by myself all night anyways so tell me what the difference would be if I was sitting at my home all night alone?”

Silence

“I’ll tell ya, nothing. I finished all my homework within 30 minutes of being here. My grandpa had me on a strict routine. If dad was ever around when I got home from school the past 5 years he’d know I always finish my school work promptly. What grade are you in Richard?”

“Can you call me Dick?” He spoke softly

Barbara grinned “He speaks....uhh sure I guess. Like I was saying my grandpa. He knew, he always said I should skip a grade. Grandpa knew more about me then my dad.”

Dick looked up at her “I’m in 4th grade. You talk a lot” a small smile played on the boys lips. Although his blue eyes were still filled with saddness

Barbara flashed him a smile back “Sorry my grandpa always said I talked a lot when I was nervous and you being so quiet kinda brought it out.”

Dick nodded “You and your grandpa are close? You’ve already talked about him 3 times in the past 10 minutes”

Barbara inhaled a breath at the mention “We were he Umm. He died last month.”

Dick looked down again “Oh”

She nodded “First time someone close to me has ever died. Have ugh have you ever lost someone. Maybe you could help me, give me some advice.”

Dick was silent “I’ve lost someone. But I don’t have advice.”

Barbara tilted her head “Who did you loose?”

He took a deep breath “My parents.” He squinted his eyes

Her eyes widened she couldn’t imagine loosing her father. Loosing her grandfather was tearing her up inside as it was “When?” She wondered. They were only 10. How young was he when he became an orphan?

“Tonight-they were murdered. I saw it.” He choked

Barbara’s jaw dropped. That explained why he was here “Dick, I’m so sorry!”

Tears began to flow slowly from the boys eyes

Not knowing what to do, the young girl moved her hand grabbing the fellow boys hand and lacing their fingers. To her relief the boy squeezed hers tighter. Letting her know that the small movement was just the right amount of comfort he needed at that moment. Together the two adolescents sat holding hands. Tears slowly streaming down their faces. Finding comfort in their newfound friendship and grieving their recently lost loved ones

[that-damn-girl]

Too Many ‘After which’s

(Oneshot)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Gender-neutral!reader

Words: 1100.

Summary: Bucky wanted to spend time with you, but so did too many others.

Type: Fluff, jealous Bucky, needy Bucky, clingy Bucky.

Warning: Implied (not actual) smut at end, one bad word.

A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club 's HBC Drunk Drabbles. Prompt is highlighted below. Hope you enjoy!

Don't get him wrong, Bucky loved you with all his heart, but at the moment he hated you with all his might.

Since morning he had watched you flutter about everywhere in the compound either due to work, training or your insatiable need to help others; just like Steve.

Well, he didn't hate you - cause he could never, more like he hated the  part of you which couldn't help but extend a helping hand to whoever in need, whether they desired it or not. On second thought, he realised that he couldn't say that either, because if not for that piece of goodness inside of you, Bucky would never have recovered the way he did; neither would he have loved you the way he did.

No, he didn't like you spending as much time and giving such attention to anyone else. Whenever he saw you with anyone other than himself, they would surely be under his death glare behind your unassuming self.

He was jealous. 

Intensely so.

Of everyone getting your attention but him.

He wanted to touch you, hold you, hug you, kiss you, love you, cherish you, just spend time with you, talk to you, cuddle with you, pamper you, spoil you, take care of you, make you feel adored, keep you close forever and never let you go.

Instead he saw you play with Morgan in the morning when she visited with Tony. Although she braided your hair messily, you complimented her and wore it with pride and love at least until she stayed. And she stayed a good chunk in the morning.

He thought he could grab lunch with you until Steve and Tony dragged you to plan a mission down to every last detail carefully and create as many back up plans as required for any possible situation because it was the irritating yet capable kid's - Peter's - first solo mission.

After which Natasha tugged you to showcase the trainees how to copy her signature thigh twisting move, and how to prevent anyone from doing that on you, because only you, Steve and Bucky knew that.

After which Wanda asked you to aid her in baking the enormous load of cookies for Nathan's birthday the next day, which she couldn't complete even with Rhodey's and Bruce's help. Apparently, though the pair of them were science geniuses, one a MIT graduate and another holder of seven PhDs, neither were capable enough to carry out simple instructions to mix and create the batter and the frosting as required. Also apparently, Nathan desired flavours of cookies as vast as Clint's hunger even without the super soldier serum.

After which Sam drew you to help him in choosing his clothes and planning his date because though he was the Avengers' lady's man, it was your friend from SHIELD whom he was taking out. He wanted insight about his date from someone close to her.

'Couldn't have done that earlier?', Bucky thought, exasperated.

After which Vision asked for your assistance in the meal he cooked for Wanda, since he couldn't actually eat. He prepared a few comfort foods for her as he knew that's what she needed since she was stressed out from planning Nathan's birthday.

Bucky groaned. In wanting you all to himself, he overlooked the fact that you would may be exhausted and frazzled from making time for everyone else and hardly looking after yourself. He felt like a dick for not thinking of it earlier. He left even more remorseful after he realised that a literal android made him realise so.

Technology, huh?

Bucky went back to your shared bedroom and lit up those lavender scented candles you loved, after dimming the lights. He also ordered some take out for you.

He went back to you and Vision. When he thought you were done, he snaked his arms around your middle and hugged you from behind. He placed a long and hard kiss on your clothed shoulder. He figured if you and him did what you did in front of FRIDAY, then you both could definitely be overly lovey dovey in front of... an android.

You knew he needed you. After such a long day, you needed him too. You excused yourself from Vision, untangled yourself from Bucky and lead him to your bedroom.

As soon as the door closed, burying his head in your neck he hugged you tight, as if someone would whisk you away if he didn't hold onto you. Guiding you to the bed, he laid you atop him as he himself laid down. You clung to him like a koala.

Gripping his cheeks, you leaned down and kissed him softly, taking time to appreciate his plump lips, moving your lips slowly against him and eventually allowing your tongues to tangle, tasting the sweetness of him. One had fastened around your waist, securing you to himself, while the other around the back of your neck. The kiss was slow yet long; intimate yet driven by love not lust.

His voice was raspy when he said, "Today seemed so much longer without you."

You smiled as you looked into his mesmerizing deep blue eyes, "I seemed to be on high demand today."

He took one of your hands in his and interwove his fingers with yours, "You are always on high demand doll, but please, I missed you." He squeezed your hand, "I want you to forget everything and everyone else but me right now." He gave you his best puppy dog eyes, which was cute enough to rival Morgan's.

"Yeah?" You smiled even wider. He hummed. "Okay, you have me to yourself now. No one's going to interrupt our time together, handsome." You nipped at his ear, "We won't leave the bed for the rest of the night."

Smiling like a cheshire cat he instantly flipped you over, climbing over you, "Really?" You hummed.

"We won't?"

"We won't."

He started kissing you again, hard with need this time, his tongue dominating in a flash. While one of his hands held his weight, the other discovered the skin of your stomach and slowly inched upwards.

You were enjoying every heated second when suddenly FRIDAY chimed, "Mr. Barnes, your food delivery is here. You are requested to pick it up."

After which Bucky swore he had never groaned that hard in his life.

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[star-going-supernova]

Hey Star, I was just wondering, even though you kind of answered this in your GVK "ted talk", what did you think of Josh's character? I didn't hate him per say, but every time he was on screen I was like, "Why are you here again?" In my opinion, Maddie could have so found Bernie solo.

Excellent question, friend! As you saw in my ted talk, I removed his character completely, and it’s largely because I agree with you that he didn’t seem to have much of a purpose. 

One of my main issues is that it felt like they added him because that’s just what movies do. They give the main character a side kick of sorts. It’s a habit I really wish movie makers would leave behind. Now, I will freely admit that I’ve never watched any of the new Spiderman movies, or even the Marvel movies with him in them, so this comparison might be completely off, but it felt like a cheap version of the newest Peter Parker’s friend, Ned. 

I also think we as the audience were supposed to side with him more on certain things, which backfired. The conspiracy theory stuff, while I’m not personally a fan, was framed as totally crazy through Josh’s eyes. But like, in a bad way. I mean, I certainly don’t understand the bathing in bleach thing, but the way Josh reacted felt like it was supposed to discredit Bernie, both to Maddie and us. But Bernie turns out to be right about Apex being shady, and we even knew about that beforehand, because we were with him when he saw Mechagodzilla’s eye. If they’d taken out Bernie’s introductory scene and left us wondering over whether he was paranoid or actually right about what he’d seen, Josh’s comments might have made more sense. Instead, he comes across as ignorant and even a bit stupid (particularly in the diner scene).

I’ve wondered if he was also meant to be comic relief, but if so, it fell flat for me. The rapid-fire conversation between Maddie and Bernie about conspiracies with Josh being like “what do you mean tap water” could have been more of the relatable thing, like “look at how weird these two are and how clueless the normal person is” but if so, the framing for it was nearly nonexistent. If Josh had any likeable personality traits, maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad, but his only personality traits seemed to be “reluctant” and “nonbeliever.”

On the subject of him being reluctant, his continued “I don’t want to be here” vibes were so stereotypical, it was actually really frustrating. I’ll never understand why movies waste time on characters who have no interest in being part of the in-universe events. Literally just let him stay home. He would’ve done more good if he’d stayed back, realized something happened to Maddie and Bernie, and called Mark about it. Instead, his comments were unhelpful at best, and towards the end, when they were trying to stop Mechagodzilla, that “joke” with Bernie essentially asking him if he’s a tech geek only for him to say he learned HTML at camp, or whatever it was, was just… bad. Like, trust me, you’ve already made it very clear that his character is pointless, even for the “rational” geeky stereotype you seemed to be trying to mimic. You don’t need to point it out.

I don’t know if they were just trying to show that Maddie has a “normal” friend or what. I don’t know if Josh originally had a different personality or an actual purpose. The problem was that GvK was already a short movie, and they really couldn’t afford to waste time on him like they did. He names Mechagodzilla and is the first of the three of them to think to douse the controls in liquid. That’s it, those are his only contributions to the story. If his and Maddie’s dialogue was more interesting, or if they had a better friendship vibe instead of Maddie more or less just steamrolling over him constantly, maybe I’d have liked him better. Instead, they took him being normal too far and made him boring. 

(I love getting questions like this, so if anyone has any other questions about characters, like my issues with Maia Simmons or Nathan Lind, or other stuff, like why I think GvK should have come before KotM with a bit of tweaking, feel free to hit me up!)

[hellzyeahthewebwieldingavenger]

The above is from Spider-Man: Lifeline #3

For context, everyone is after an ancient stone tablet (the same one from the classic Stan Lee storyline) that will grant it’s user immense power even over life and death.

When creating the formula to imbue someone with this power Peter considers how the power could be used to bring back Uncle Ben, Captain Stacy and Gwen. When Hammerhead (temporarily) obtains this power he offers Spidey the chance to restore them to life.

What I want to talk about is who Spidey and Hammerhead don’t mention, namely Mary Jane.

You see this storyline is distinctly set when MJ was presumed dead after a plane crash. Thus a No. prize is demanded to address why Peter wouldn’t consider resurrecting his wife!

This is my attempt at reconciling the issue.

The first thing to bear in mind is that this three part mini-series was released towards the end of the era where MJ was believed dead. Specifically issue #1 came out the very same month we learned MJ was in fact alive and issue #3 was released after she’d definitively returned. 

So clearly this was an editorial issue. When the first issue came out MJ was dead when the last was out she was alive again. Not only might it have been weird to reference her as dead when she was very much alive but given the controversy surrounding her death Marvel were probably in damage control mode and wanted to move on as quickly as possible. It’s telling that MJ’s fake death was rarely if ever mentioned again in any story after Mackie left the titles.

Additionally Ben, George and Gwen form the ‘iconic trio’ of dead Spidey supporting characters as their deaths were easily the most iconic and integral to the Spider-Man mythos. Given how the story (as evidence by the art style) was trying to recall the halcyon ‘good old days’, it makes a thematic sense to emphasis those three and not list every Jo or Jane Blo who’s died in the Spider books.

From an in-universe POV Peter didn’t just omit MJ but numerous other loved ones who’d died. Ned Leeds. Lance Bannon. Nathan Lebunsky. Ben Reilly. Baby May and of course Harry Osborn. All of them weren’t even referenced.

Does this demonstrate how callous Peter is for only caring about those three dead people? 

I think the more likely explanation, as hinted at by the story itself, is that Spidey was less concerned about people who’d died but more people who died because of him.

Whilst we can debate technicalities, the fact is that Peter honestly was far more directly involved in the deaths of those three people than any of his other loved ones. He will never know if MJ would’ve still caught her deadly flight even if he didn’t miss her before she left. He knows enough about the Osborns to see that Harry was thoroughly screwed up regardless of anything he did. Ben Reilly was a hero like him and literally did what Peter would have done in the same situation, wherein he gave his life to save Peter from a murder attempt. Peter couldn’t truly have done anything to have prevented that sans knocking out the Goblin. Even then he wallped Norman with everything he had short of a killing blow so there really wasn’t anything he could do. Similarly lance Bannon and Ned Leeds were murdered by third parties Peter never knew about. 

In contrast Peter’s selfishness actively facilitated Ben’s death. His carelessness snapped Gwen’s neck. And whilst George gave his life to save a child, the child was endangered due to Peter sending Doc Ock’s arms out of control.

So I think this scene is ultimately about Peter wanting to undo mistakes that caused him to lose loved ones rather than wholesale play God and restore his loved ones altogether. In other words it is about Peter’s guilt, which obviously weighs heavily upon him.

[judasisgayriot]

hello again! you once again prove yourself as the queen of heroes ramblings. you responded with so much detail so quickly! loveeee it :)

i wanna ask you more, i like getting your mini ted talks. what are your thoughts on sylar/peter as a ship? i personally don’t really see it in the show, but i’ve read some real good fics with them.

Hahaha omg I love you anon I’m glad someone enjoys hearing my unhinged rants about this show…

Soooo. Maybe the girlies will hate me for this one lol. Thing is, I can see how sylar/peter would lend itself to having some good fics written about it. Like, the concept is there, it has potential. The foundations for a good hero/villain ship are there, they are definitely set up as foils and parallels to each other, they have the whole ‘two sides of a coin’ thing going on. But like you, I don’t really see it in the show at all. It’s like they had the potential but didn’t actually execute it/make me give a fuck about it/make me remotely want to ship it, lol.

It is/was a popular ship in heroes fandom (lol heroes fandom in 2024 is like 12 people but hey) and I do see why for the above reasons. I actually think the episode ‘the wall’ is a great concept but again, they don’t sell me on it/execute it well/actually follow through on making me remotely believe they’d become friends by the end. Right before they break out, having spent what was apparently like 10 years of mind-time together in there or whatever, Peter still hates his guts and wants to smash his head in with a sledgehammer lmao?? (I mean girl same. The whole ‘peter has to forgive sylar, narratively and kind of literally, if he wants to escape the mind prison’ plot point grinds my gears. I think he should get to never forgive him ever for killing Nathan if he doesn’t want to lmao. Shout out to that one fan panel with Milo where he’s like ‘peter would never forgive him he would eviscerate him’ king you are speaking my fucking language lol. I digress.) like afterwards I can buy that sylar has latched onto Peter and wants to be his friend/wants Peter to like, model being a good person for him, but not that Peter actually gives a shit in return or wants anything to do with him lol

(Sidenote, that in itself is a rly interesting concept, and me and @buildarocketboys developed a fic idea about peter agreeing to like, ‘mentor’ sylar and hang out with him but if and only if he kept shapeshifting back into Nathan for him. Now THAT is fucked up and deranged and the good stuff and actually makes me, avowed sylar disliker, feel kinda sorry for the guy lol. Yessss let me marinate in the badwrongness of all of that and how Peter is the one acting fully insane. Anyway. I digress once more.)

Anyway I’m clearly also biased bc I used to like sylar as a character back in the day but sometime over my like 4 rewatches over the last few years he really started pissing me off lol. Now it’s not like I’m being an anti about him being an evil villain or anything, I love a problematic king and I’m a Nathan stan lmao. In fact I only really enjoy sylar when he is getting to be a proper fun cackling all-out villain, he’s actually enjoyable and funny in that mode. It’s the like 9 flip-flopped badly written redemption arcs they keep trying to give him like they’re trying to make me feel sorry for him bc his dad sold him to one direction or whatever, but sorry!! I feel nothing! He’s a whiny bitch and they should have just let him be killed off one of the first 900 times it nearly happened! I don’t have any sympathy and he’s completely lost me lol. So yeah. That does make me biased plus being a Petrellicest girlie and a Nathan stan and an Elle stan sorry I selfishly won’t forgive him for killing them 😔 poor baby serial killer I’m being such a mean hater. Stan my absolutely fucking awful morally confused self hating politician guy instead loooool

Well. All that to say that I see why people ship it, it has interesting foundations that could have led to something good but IMO it just didn’t, I can definitely imagine it has some good fic out there that can sell you on it, but I just don’t see their great poetic love or whatever. It’s soooo ‘baby’ ‘fellow associate’ core by the end lmao. And it actively annoys me. But I am just being a hater I know. Sorry to the cool petlars out there it’s all hashtag my opinion

[buildarocketboys]

8 and 12 for the autism asks?

Woops, sorry anon, you gave me the opportunity to infodump about autistic!Nathan and I'm afraid I took it lol

8. If you have any, what are your special interests?

Honestly at the moment it's probably mostly just Heroes (and specifically Nathan and Peter Petrelli lol). Like I usually say cooking/baking but somewhere in the past few months that's kind of faded out a bit and I don't love doing as much as I did, which is a shame. Apart from that I've kind of been having fairly short-lived hyperfixations (I'm currently watching season 4 of Glee after stopping at s3 last year, which was probably the wisest place to end but never mind).

12. Do you headcanon any characters as autistic? If you want, tell us why you headcanon them as autistic.

Aha...see my previous post. But I'm gonna give a rundown on why I headcanon Nathan as autistic, because I think it's a headcanon with a lot of evidence:

- Fake smile/exaggerated facial expressions

- makes weird/awkward comments/jokes (gifset)

- Stims (even though he masks a lot) (gifset)

- Scripting (gifset) - also his career/s as lawyer/politician are ones that involve a lot of talking/interacting with people but a. They're things that you can probably script/practice a lot of, go over every scenario etc and b. Nathan sucks as a politician lol. Like he can deliver a speech OK, but he was gonna lose (and knows he's going to lose) when he's running for Congress which is why Linderman has to kidnap Micah to fix the vote and also he literally only becomes Senator in s3 bc the Governor sees him having a mental breakdown on TV and obviously thinks 'this guy will be so easy to manipulate'

- Echolalia (there are several examples of Nathan repeating back something someone's already said to him, I think my favourite is in the s1 finale when Claire tells him that "the future isn't written in stone" and he repeats that back to her later when he flies in to have his Big Damn Moment

- Tripping over his words/words running into each other (gifset)

- Black and white thinking ie in Haiti when he's like ‘If I don’t save the world I’m basically evil’

- on the other hand, difficulty knowing what the right thing to do is, relying on other people to tell him - His whole ‘what is right/why can’t I tell the difference speech’/asking Peter what he should do

- in .07% - difficulty comprehending/empathising with a large amount of people/finds empathy difficult for people he doesn’t know/care about - I have a fairly developed headcanon that's pretty much canon about Nathan's Big Damn Moment saving Peter/New York really being entirely bc of Peter and his empathy for him (and knowing/being told by Claire how much it'll kill him to be responsible for the deaths of millions of people, since Peter has a hyperempathetic streak bigger than he is) - but yeah, that. (Actually I might make a post about this bc there's a fair amount of detail in it that's basically what I take from what we're actually given in canon and I think it would make a nice piece of meta. I talk about it with Anni all the time.

- despite not exactly being the most honest/moral person, Nathan's also really not that good at lying, especially when he has to do so spontaneously/improvise. Family brunch is probably the best example of this

- the people that Nathan most vibes with (as in, makes a real connection with that isn't shallow and based on him masking and trying so hard to fit in) in the show are characters that are either neurodivergent/mentally ill in canon or who I headcanon as neurodivergent/autistic: Nathan+Hiro (who I also headcanon as autistic), Nathan+Matt [who's canonically dyslexic], Nathan+Niki [DID(/multipersonality disorder lol, which is obviously poorly handled by the show but still, the mentally ill/ND vibes)], Nathan+Peter obvs. Claire's probably the only one who doesn't fit this but a. They don't vibe immediately, Claire takes a while to actually understand him and b. Claire's best friend is Zach and her S4 gf is Gretchen. Both of whom have incredibly autistic vibes. Claire is basically the ND equivalent of a fag hag (in the nicest possible way - I love her)

- kind of a sad/horrible one, but when Arthur says ‘I made you’ to Nathan in s3 it really gives me Lovaas being like with an autistic person you have to build the person from the ground up gross dehumanising vibes. Arthur is the worst lol

- Is actually extremely emotional (and a lot of his actions are extremely emotionally motivated - for better and for worse) e.g. Angela talking about him being ‘overly theatrical wrt Kelly’s death/calling him a sap, and him not even being able to look at the photo Meredith shows him of Claire (that whole scene really shows how hard he tries to mask his emotionality to his own detriment; he can barely look at the photo bc it's so much, and then he doesn't get Meredith to call Claire back - even though he basically came down to Texas to meet her - because he doesn't know how to handle his emotions about finally meeting the daughter he thought was dead without losing it)

- Obsessiveness (the hundreds of photos of Peter thing+him literally calling himself obsessive)

- Mostly blank/unemotional facial expression and relatively monotone voice even when talking about/in extremely emotional situations (e.g. I’m not leaving you Peter). His voice *does* show emotion sometimes but only in really intense situations and even then rarely (I think this is partly masking, partly his natural expression)

- Doesn’t like touch (apart from if it's Peter/someone else he feels safe with) especially when emotional (gifset) also his and Claire's hug in s1 is extremely awkward lol

- Burnout/losing control of his life (s2 and also kind of s3 - Nathan's a mess). Basically all the mentally ill Nathan stuff - side effects of autistic burnout/masking for basically all his life

[vole-mon-amour]

OTP tag game.

Tagged by @captainjowl. You know for sure than I'm struggling to pick only 10 & fit them in here. But hell, that’s fun, thank you <3

Rules: Choose 10 OTPs BEFORE reading the questions, and then get to answering

1) Harry James Potter & Sirius Orion Black

2) Daniel Le Domas & Grace (Ready or Not 2019)

3) Samuel & Nathan Drake (Uncharted 4)

4) Corvo Attano & The Outsider (+probably Emily Kaldwin; Dishonored series)

5) Steve Grant Rogers & Bucky Buchanan Barnes (Marvel)

6) Tony Edward Stark & Peter Benjamin Parker (Marvel)

7) Handsome Jack & Rhys (Borderlands video game series)

8) Damon Salvatore & Elena Gilbert (TVD Books & a tv show)

9) Batman & Joker (in every universe, really)

10) Adam Jensen x Francis Pritchard (Deus Ex video game series)

1. Do you remember the episode/scene/chapter that you first started shipping 6?

I believe it didn't hit me before Spider-Man: Homecoming. Civil War was about Steve & Bucky for me, but when I saw that growing up Peter with Tony, their dynamic, chemistry. Tom & Robert are really just like that.

2. Have you ever read a fanfic about 2?

Lmao. I've read like 50% of the tag on AO3, I wrote my own & started a few wips on them. They are amazing. Plus, with that shitty canon? We didn't get enough of them & they deserved better, so it's only logical to save yourself with fanfiction.

3. Has a picture of 4 ever been your screen saver/profile picture/tumblr screen saver?

I was living with The Outsider icon on my twitter & tumblr. That one is still my Google profile picture I believe. Don't remember about having an icon with the two of them. Also had The Outsider as my lockscreen on my smartphone for a while.

4. If 7 were to suddenly break up today, what would your reaction be?

Funny how it fits canon, lmao. Rhys literally tried to erase Jack's AI in TFTBL, so I guess another day on Pandora, nothing new. They torture each other, they kiss each other, they kill other people in the process. It'll be fiiine.

5. Why is 1 so important?

I love them since the first time I met them, which was much more than 10 years ago, I don't even remember when. At some point they were the reason I was waking up & forcing myself to eat just to read more fanfiction & feel something. Even if I was drowning in pain (I was extremely depressed), it was still something. I read every fic I could find at that time. The depression that Harry went through, all these feelings, his love for Sirius. I was living through it, I could relate.

I'm currently drowning in these two again, though in a much healthier & happier state. I see their flaws & I know as much as I can. I see them differently as an adult. They saved me, they keep being my number one, I still consider making a tattoo of Padfoot/Sirius or of both Harry & Sirius together. I have many headcanons, ideas, I write fics about them. They are everything, you see? They were my choice when there was nothing, no one. They are HOME.

6. Is 9 a funny ship or a serious ship?

Both. There goes the dynamic of Jack & Rhys: torture, fighting, flirting, a lot of trauma. I'd definitely say that they are wild and comical sometimes, but they are definitely serious. With the Asylum, the mental health issues. There is so much more to it, the complexity of their relationship. The struggle of loving who you probably shouldn't (but hey, when does it work like that?) Thinking about Tettlate's Batman, about Batman: Europa & how Joker was: "You must be crazy, putting me in charge of the plan, letting me decide. Okay, well..."

Nah, they are entertaining, but this is a serious ship.

7. Out of all the ships listed, which ship has the most chemistry?

Are you kidding me? They are all the definition of CHEMISTRY. I'd say 5, but then go 2, 6, 7, 8. Come on. I'm not choosing. Most of they are WILD.

9. How many times have you read/watched the 10’s fandom?

The fandom itself? Idk. I found one of my favourite artists through this fandom. If it's about the characters themselves, I played the first game with the DLC from start to beginning, looking around every corner. Spent more than 60 hours in there. Watched a second game (my laptop can't run the game) and the DLC (obviously), since Francis is in the DLC & not in the main game. I have a tag for them on tumblr, I read fanfiction, I tried to write my own. I still follow Elias & want a third game. Elias liked my tweets about Adam and Jensen being an actual couple a few times. I'd say I interacted with all of this a lot? Still do, actually.

10. Which ship has lasted the longest?

5. Best friends since childhood, fought & died for each other, still found their way back to each other. "It would break your Captain's heart, to see what they did to you." That only the MENTION of Steve can pull Bucky out of this brain washing(ed?) state, distract him in the middle of a fight. When Steve died in the comics because of Sharon & Tony sent Natasha to take Steve's shield from Bucky because even Tony knew how much Steve means to Bucky. And Bucky was like: "Oh, I see what he did. Not happening!" Fought Natasha (that is his ex in the comics) & kept going for Steve's sake.

Well, you see the point, I can go on and on.

11. How many times, if ever, has 6 broken up?

They're not actually canon so none? They had a few fights: In Civil war (the comics), in Homecoming (the movie).  That only means that they’ve got history & love each other.

12. If the world was suddenly thrust into a zombie apocalypse, which ship would make it out alive, 2 or 8?

As fierce Grace is, they wouldn't stand a chance against Damon & Elena. Those two had to deal with worst thing than brainless stupid zombies. On the other hand, if there were no alive humans to drink their blood... It's either an animal diet that Damon hates so much or I don't know? Still, they're faster & more powerful. Their bodies have advantage of healing the wounds as well.

13. Did 7 ever have to hide their relationship for any reason?

From some people, yeah. Don't tell Athena, don't tell Vaughn, don't tell Fiona. Though Rhys wasn't very subtle about it & Jack just doesn't give a fuck. You will probably end up dead if you disagree or bore him, or if you're useless.

"I can take you to the top, but you gotta know where the top is" & Rhys doesn't tell anybody until Jack makes him the President for like whole 20 minutes lol.

Fiona & Sasha: "This can't be happening." Sure it can, darling.

14. Is 4 still together?

I have a headcanon about The Outsider finding Emily & Corvo after Billie frees him from the Void. He doesn't have anybody & they are his only friends aside from a potential friendship with Billie. And if we don't consider TOTO dlc, they definitely are! The Outsider visits them both when they sleep & takes them to the void sometimes. How could he not?

15. Is 10 canon?

Not really but also sort of? Let's say that they really care about each other in canon, despite Adam pushing Francis away because of his trauma & fear that Megan caused him. :/

16. If all 10 ships were put into a couple’s Hunger Games, which couple would win?

Can you imagine wizards fighting extremely powerful vampires? Superheroes with venom in their bodies that make them super strong with people that made a deal with the Devil himself (hi Le Bail)? 5000 y.o. God and his lover that share his powers and an augmented human protecting his tired IT guy? Combine mental health issues to that, Jack and Rhys with Batman and Joker. Corvo & The Outsider would probably slay them all as Corvo and Emily did in both games with entire islands, though it will still be a slaughter anyway.

17. Has anybody ever tried to sabotage 5’s ship?

All the fucking time, lmaooo. I’m not even talking about it.

18. Which ship would you defend to the death and beyond?

I feel like I already did with Steve & Bucky after many Marvel movies (we're not even mentioning Endg*me, I fucking died & was dead for full 4-5 months).

19. Do you spend hours a day going through 3’s tumblr page?

I used to do that a few years back, but not anymore. There is not much content since the trilogy is finished.

20. If an evil witch descended from the sky and told you that you had to pick one of the ten ships to break up forever or else she’d break them all forever, which ship would you sink?

1 already went through it & fandom lives, so I'd say maybe 7? Rhys will find a way to bring Jack back & they are both so wild. It’s what happened in canon anyway. Jack kidnapped Lilith & forced her to do Angel's job, so I'd like to see that witch try at first. Jack is an immortal bastard. <3

Now that I think about it, Corvo would also deal with her in seconds as she waits to curse them.

As a conclusion: no one breaks up forever, we're killing the witch.

I tag: @ianmillkovichgallagher​ & @aledbr​

Whoever else wants to join the game, please do.

[unabashedrebel]

Top 10 Characters

In no particular order

1) Lara Croft (Tomb Raider) Can I just say that I love how the reboots, both the movie and the new trilogy of games were phenomenal as a long time fan of this character? They did her right. They focused on her origins, how she came to be this mythic Tomb Raider who delves into the greatest mysteries of the world while fighting against an evil Illuminati type organization.

But she always has tenacity. She always has grit. She’s not always sure of herself, or her abilities, but still continues to do it anyways because it’s the right thing to do. Not to mention I love the whole cultured rich girl who gets her hands dirty literally all the time. I’ve loved everything about her characterization in the last few years.

2) Really the entire FF7 cast but; Tifa Lockhart (FF7) Is anyone actually surprised by this one? Look at my blog. It’s pretty Tifa-rific lately. Honestly I have no good excuse for this, I can’t actually trace back what the reason was that started me on really liking her character. Basically because she’s been my video game wife since I was about 10 years old.

I guess, if I really thought about it, I enjoy her realness. She’s an optimist but not fully in your face about it, she promotes kindness, she’s the mom friend. Always looking out for everyone else at the expense of herself. They’re traits that I really admire in people, and you know what? It wouldn’t be a stretch to say that maybe those feelings were in part brought on by a video game character from my childhood. Not only that but I’ve always loved the story thread with her about the conflict she faces in doing what she believes is the right thing, and the fallout that ensues.

Not only that but she’s a fucking badass.

3) Spider-Man (Peter Parker, Marvel) Shout to to the most relatable super-hero ever created. I don’t think it’s a stretch to say that Spider-man is a staple of New York, even if he’s fictional. He’s just... boiled down to that essence of a Queens kid. It’s amazing as someone from around this area.

But seriously, I think I like Peter the most because he really is relatable. He really does worry about the same things I find myself worrying about. He really does shoot out quips like that’s his super power. He really does try and do whats right regardless of what others think. He’s conflicted, he’s unsure of himself, he’s been granted this great power and feels the need to go out and help people with it, and again at great personal expense. He’s, to me? What a hero should be.

I guess I like him so much because I see a lot of myself in him. I can relate and put myself in those shoes. I can relate my experiences to his, and i’m not talking about getting bit by a radioactive spider. I’m talking about the human side to Peter Parker. His stresses when he’s out of the tights.

4) Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher, and again I love all the characters Geralts just tops. Ciri was a close second.) Yeah, yeah call me out and say ‘someone just binged’. YOU KNOW WHAT MAYBE I DID FOR THE SECOND TIME YOU CANT STOP ME.

Seriously though. For a character who does not like being social? Geralt is so beautifully written for. Fun fact, I haven’t actually played the games save for the half way through 2 and the intro to 3. But I read the first novel and I’m working my way through the second, and Geralt? He’s a man of few words. But when he does speak? Everybody fucking listens.

5) Kassandra (AC: Odyssey) Uhhhh, first women to win the wrestling Olympics? How could I not.

As a long time fan of Assassins Creed and the wonderfully written characters that I have been lucky enough to get to know as protagonists? Kassandra takes the cake. She was blunt, sassy, smart, and took nobodies shit. Forever has she branded the word Misthios in my head with that Greek twang. To the point where I get excited when I hear it.

Maybe it was a mix of being in the Ancient Greek world with her, another one of my favorites. But there was just something about her character that stuck out to me. Something I haven’t seen in their writing since Ezio.

6) Joel (The Last of Us) How the fuck could I not love the gruff and sad dad?

Dude the characters in this game were so insanely well done. Like you could literally tell that, besides the fact that it was an amazingly fun game? The dev team TRULY cared about the story, the reception, and the buildup.

Lets be real. That first scene with him when everything starts is about as heartbreaking as it comes. It sets you up to really accept that this man has lost everything, that he no longer cares about anything but survival, because he’s already learned that when you care? Those things can be easily taken away.

He’s cold. He’s quick. He’s capable. He’s ignorant to everyone else. Right up until he meets Ellie and that little girl begins to peel back the layers and show that Joel, under it all, is actually a pretty good guy who has been dealing with his trauma by building up walls.

All and all? I would recommend anyone playing this game just to see the transition of Joel. Ellie, as well, by no small measure. But Joel’s growth was one of my favorite things to ever watch unfold in a game.

7) Revan (Star Wars) Okay so I know this ones a bit obscure. He was actually featured as a protagonist of one of Star War, in my opinion, best roleplaying games. 

Basically I love this character because I think he actually GETS the whole thing. The cults. He doesn’t really subscribe to either of them, rather he’s used them to further his own goals. Which you know, as an RPG you get to chose, usually I like to chose he did what he did for the right reasons. Because the Jedi were failing the people they had to protect. Because he couldn’t stand by and watch a war be fought while they deliberated what to do. He never fully reasoned with the Sith, and as far as I knew didn’t quite care to share their extremist values. Frankly, he’s by far been the best representation to what I feel is a very opinionated debate in Star Wars: Why chose either side? They both suck in their own ways.

He saw passed all that, started a movement, started a war of ideologies when the universe was still young enough to hear those kinds of debates play out.

His story will forever be one of my absolute favorites in Star Wars.

8) Ahsoka Tano (Star Wars) If you haven’t watched the Clone Wars animated series and you’re a fan of Star Wars? What the fuck are you doing. This character alone is enough to justify the 7 season watch.

The Padawan of Anakin Skywalker. How can that go wrong, right? Actually, Ahsoka is one of the reasons I began to like Anakin in the first place. The whole series shows a different side to characters we love, honestly, you got to see Anakin be the best Jedi general anyone had ever seen. You got to see him train this young woman into an incredible Jedi, and honestly? The younger sister relationship that Ahsoka has with Anakin is just so well done.

But beyond that there’s so much to love about Ahsoka. If you haven’t caught the theme, I really do love strong characters who still have flaws. Who still have a lot to learn. Who make mistakes. But even after she had, never once did Ahsoka give up on what she believed in. Her values, in the end, proving to be stronger to her then the values instilled by the Jedi, even if they aligned.

My favorite thing is that you got to see her journey, literally from a learning padawan to a fully fledged Jedi badass. 

If we don’t get an Ahsoka series on Disney+ I’m gonna be pissed.

9) Nathan Drake (Uncharted) Cheeky rogue with a heart of gold that often gets by on sheer luck alone.

Need I say more?

10) Tanjiro Kamado (Demon Slayer) Okay, so don’t really expect many people to know this one.This character is the main protagonist in an anime that has literally taken all my attention. From the animation, to the story, to the undeniable ways in inspires me to write Sori.

Tanjiro, perhaps, is the driving force behind this. I just love this kid okay? He started out as NOTHING. Literally, nothing. He fought against overwhelming odds, knowing full well he would die, to save his sister. And in that moment? The person he was fighting let him go. He then sent him down the path of becoming a demon slayer.

This kid, who as far as I know was part of a large family of commoners gave everything he had to training his body to fight demons. Every time he stumbled, he found the strength to continue. He never gives up. He learns, he thinks, he’s a smart kid with this absolute bottomless well of determination.

I don’t want to ruin the plot of the anime too much because honestly this has been my favorite thing since Dragonball Super. You should go watch it. I promise you will understand right off the bat why I love this character so much.

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I’m also not sorry this is a long post. How dare you ask me to talk about shit I love.

[progeneis]

six weeks pass after ‘sylar’s’ body is burned at coyote sands, arizona. 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢 has returned to his position as senator, a changed man.

sat in his office chair, index and middle fingers idle massage temples. exhaustion weighs heavy on his shoulder’s, dark circles seemingly permanent under eyes. sleep was a rarity, even more so without the aid of sleeping pills or alcohol. each time eyes closed, that smirk and murderous gaze was all he saw. laughter ringing in his ears. sharp pain spreads across jugular, and a warmth begins to gush down the front of dust stained shirt. the memory of it never seemed to vanish. constantly repeating in his mind, in his nightmares. 

was it karma? for all the wrong he had done in the last few months? to nathan, it seemed that way. god was punishing him. were the ones who saved him also punishing him? he recalls their expressions when he woke. when the wound across his throat sealed over. his blood still warm, still dripping from his coat onto the carpet. 

       “you died, nathan.” his mother had been the first to speak. he already knew. he remembered it all, but for the sake of appearing stronger than he felt, he feigned confusion.

       “died?” parroted, brow furrowed, a convincing act. “if i died, then how ---”

       “my blood healed you.” claire had cut him off, still teary eyed, stood next to his brother. it made sense, he knew the qualities the blood of someone like her held. it had healed him once before, all those burns gone in seconds. yet sometimes he still ached in places they had been. would it be the same, would his throat ache each time he swallowed or took a breath? would it still feel like he’s suffocating, gasping for air that only spills out of gaping wound?

eyes open, he’s back in his office. coffee has long since gone cold, his mind too distracted to care or even notice. there’s a knock at the door, snapping him from his thoughts. he straightens his posture, lowers his hands to the arms of his chair, and calls for them to enter. his assistant walks in, and he plasters on that oh-so-charming smile.

       “your mother is on line one, sir.” she reports, a small nod given to the phone. he hadn’t noticed the red light flashing. he thanks her, and she takes her leave. as soon as the door closes behind her, the smile drops. for a moment, nathan merely stares at the blinking light, tempted to ignore it. he picks up the phone after another few seconds have passed, pressing the button, and leaning back in leather chair.

       “hello?” tone is professional, lacking warmth. the last thing he was in the mood for was a prolonged conversation.

       “it’s about time, i’ve been calling your office for weeks.” eyes close at his mothers response. he knew, he had told his assistant to take a message when she called. it wasn’t just her calls, noah and even peter were ignored. peter had taken the hint and stopped calling after a week, noah stopped after two. 

       “i’ve been busy, ma. cleaning up the mess i made.” a mess that had been taken care of relatively quickly. he needed time, and he wasn’t sure it was doing him any favors. something felt off, not like to how he felt after he was shot. no, this felt different. he felt off, not like himself. he felt like a changed man, and he was struggling to tell whether it was good change or bad.

       “i’m sure you have. still, it wouldn’t kill you to pick up the phone when your mother calls. i’m worried about you, nathan. you and peter.” he’s grateful the conversation is taking place over the phone, if only so she wouldn’t see the flinch that subconsciously crossed his features at the mention of death. he wasn’t angry at her. perhaps a bit irked that she had more skeletons, somewhat literally, in her closet than either he or his brother knew. that, along with being dead for an hour, had him craving space from his family.

       “i’m fine, just busy with work. what’s wrong with peter?” now, there was some emotion to his tone. concern for his younger brother. he knew they were still on rocky terms after everything that happened, but progress had been promised with time.

       “like you, he’s not returning my calls. content to run himself into the ground with work, as always." he couldn’t deny that sounded like peter. a sigh is withheld, and a hand is dragged across his forehead. the weight on his shoulders only seeming to get heavier and heavier. 

       “i’ll call him later,” assuming he didn’t pass out once he got home. the only phone call he actually intended on making was one to claire, wishing her luck on her first day in college. “i have to go, ma, i promise i’ll call you tomorrow, we’ll get lunch or something.” he wondered if it was a commitment he’d be able to keep. it was tomorrow’s problem.

       “i’ll stop by your office at one o’clock sharp.” she hangs up before he can protest and discourage the idea. phone is placed back in it’s place, and both hands are now dragged over his face. he sighs, and stares at the ceiling for a moment. time passes too slow for his liking. ten minutes following his brief conversation with his mother, his cellphone is pulled from his trouser pocket. claire’s name highlighted, and he presses call. voicemail. he isn’t surprised. they were still working things out after everything that happened. it seems like an age before he hears the beep to begin speaking. leaning over, elbows rest on desk, he starts to talk.

       “claire. just thought i’d call, or leave a message in this case, you’re probably busy moving into your dorm, so don’t worry about calling me back or anything. i just wanted to say good luck, with school, i’m glad you decided to give it a try. who knows, you might actually like how painfully normal it is,” a pause, and he shakes his head. “i love you, i know i haven’t said it much, but it’s the truth. i’m going to do better this time, starting with you. like you said, i’m supposed to be superman, it’s time i started acting like it instead of, well, a jackass,” a tired huff, then he leans back. “i’ll call you during the week, maybe we can have dinner, catch up. i’d love to hear how school is going so far.”

he hangs up.