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deathbyathousandspiders · 1 year ago

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“ cuddle bugs. ,,

(( REQUEST PART FOUR )).

mcu!peter parker x reader.

!!! read part one | two | three | five here. !!!

IN WHICH — you fell asleep on your best friend’s shoulder during movie night and now things aren’t going the way you anticipating. how far will things go before one of you confess your feelings?

✨masterlist✨.

3.2k.

Peter found it quite amusing how every single trip to the compound kitchen somehow involved Sam Wilson. He wasn’t sure how or why, but perhaps, Sam had been planning this strategically. Every time he went to grab a snack, or make a cup of cocoa, Sam happened to beat him there and lurk in the corner. He also happened to make it his goal to tease him about his feelings for you.

“You going to the holiday party tomorrow night?” Sam asked, a smirk coating his lips. “I heard there’s gonna be mistletoe.” His eyebrows wiggled as he went to sip from his drink. “You should take Y/N and go find it.”

Just the idea of kissing you made Peter’s legs turn to jelly. He’d tried to picture what such an intimate moment would be like with you, but he couldn’t fathom it. He especially couldn’t fathom it when he had to try and picture the rest of the team there, watching. Peter knew he had to make the moment extra special, and if the team was there ogling you both, that would make things extra awkward.

Taking a deep breath, Peter sighed to try and tame how big his grin had gotten. “I’m not gonna do that. I can’t.” He saw the way Sam’s eyes widened a bit, and Peter figured that it was because he’d gotten confused. “I just don’t want..” Peter trailed off, wanting to find a way to explain without getting extra cheesy. He wasn’t sure why Sam wasn’t holding eye contact anymore, leering behind Peter’s shoulder, or why he looked so shocked, but Peter knew he needed to find his words sooner than later.

“You don’t want to kiss me?”

Fuck.

Cold. Everything ran cold with panic. Panic and regret and sadness and desperation to fix this. Peter turned on his heels, meeting your eyes in the state they were; in a state he hadn’t been exposed to. You were hurt, and he could tell. What was so painful for Peter to realize was that he could read that you weren’t just hurt by his words, you were hurt by him and his actions. It sliced at his heart in a way that he didn’t think was possible. He couldn’t tell if the sound of shattered glass came from your heart, or his.

“Y/N, I–”

It absolutely crushed him to see you take distance when he got closer. Peter knew he didn’t set up his point well, but he hated that he couldn’t explain it to you. He hated every second that he couldn’t spend giving you the security that you needed.

“No, no. It’s fine.” You seemed to understand it. Or, you tried to make it seem like you got it. Like it registered the way he wanted it to, but it didn’t. It could never. Peter felt like the scum of the earth; unforgivable, and douchey unlike any other. He felt every single hurting syllable when you said: “But you don’t have to make kissing your best friend sound like such a chore.”

Your tone of voice when you snapped at him was almost as haunting as the sight of you walking away so quickly. Peter wanted nothing more than to rush after you and explain everything, but he also wanted to respect your boundaries. Luckily, Sam rushed after you so that he didn’t have to.

He turned back to face Peter, “Don’t worry, I’ve got a plan.” And that was all he needed to say to give Peter some peace of mind. At least, a little peace of mind.

Peter didn’t know that Sam’s plan was to dupe him into a partnered stakeout with you. He didn’t know that the two of you would be stuck, in a car, alone, for hours. He didn’t know that it was an actual mission. A serious, dangerous, very important mission; and Peter had no idea that Sam and Bucky fully went out of their way to be your guys' backup for the stakeout if it started escalating.

Yet, there you were: alone, in a car, Peter in the driver’s seat, and you riding shotgun. The Prius was parked on a street corner, just as Peter was instructed to leave it by Fury himself. It had already been two hours. Two hours had gone by, and neither of you had spoken a word to the other. Silent, in superhero suits, listening to the wind rattling the windows and the car occasionally click and hum in the quiet.

It was awful.

It was the third longest period of radio silence between the two of you, right next to when you had laryngitis in the fifth grade and when you avoided him senseless three days ago. And Peter didn’t want the silent treatment to go on any longer.

He knew he had to say the first word. He needed to. He just didn’t know how to fix the mess he made, or get you to stop staring out the dashboard like you were mad at it. He knew that the anger you expressed to the sheet of glass was actually directed at him.

Peter tapped his fingers along the steering wheel, pulled at the spandex fabric covering his fingers, and tried to run through and rationalize any and every outcome that could occur once he opened his mouth. You were his best friend, and had been for as long as he could remember. He wasn’t going to let this be the rift that tore your friendship apart.

His eyes finally stuck to your figure for longer than a second’s glance. He saw the way your face was barren, relaxed. It was a look you had when you were lost in thought. Taking a deep breath, Peter tried to suck as much of the thickened tension as he could.

“Y/N, I’m sorry–”

Your eyes shut tight, and your face scrunched in a way that had regret immediately wash out Peter’s bloodstream. You didn’t even look in his direction when you said the word: “Don’t.” Your tone was sharp, trying to slice off any remnants of the conversation; a conversation that you were well trying to move past.

Peter’s lips pressed into a thin line, hiding how frantically he wracked his brain for the right words to say. “But I need to explain myself! Can’t you let me do that?” His body posture craned towards you. One leg tucked beneath the weight of his torso as he looked at you. His brows knit together in desperation, and his eyes sent you a leer that could break you into pieces.

But your walls were becoming too thick for his shattered stare.

You huffed out a breath of frustration. “Peter, I don’t see what’s there to explain.” Your tone was short, stiff, and stuffed with something you hoped sounded like a backbone. Lying to yourself wouldn’t stop the fact that you were hurting, silently grieving over the loss of your expectations. Grieving over the loss of what could’ve been between you and Peter Parker. “You don’t want to kiss me! What else is there to understand?”

“That’s not true!” Peter was quick to defend himself, his voice growing a bit in the process. “I do want to kiss you–”

Scoffing, you also raised your voice a little. “God, Peter! I don’t want your pity!” You couldn’t believe him. He was just pulling shit from his ass to try and make you feel better. “I don’t need your pity either!” You sunk deeper into your seat, a crossed expression staking claim in your eyes, and your arms folding over your chest to hold your ground.

Peter could physically feel the distance you were putting between the two of you. He studied you, how irritated you were, how much hurt he caused. “Y/N, it’s not pity–”

“Harley asked me out.” You cut him off, finally looking at him. It was the first time your eyes had met since yesterday. The first time you let your guard down a little. And the way his eyes widened at you, you could tell this was the first time he’d seen you in such a dimming light; perhaps you really were slipping through his fingers, out of his grasp.

His silence said millions of words, yet none of them were satisfying. It felt so much worse, quite frankly. What you really wanted from him was the reassurance that he felt the same way. It wasn’t just about a kiss, rather than wanting a romantic connection. It wasn’t about the misunderstanding, but the way he’d go about fixing it. And it wasn’t about Harley asking you out, you wanted to see how Peter would react.

The look in his eyes mirrored yours. It was a glisten of betrayal, and the lingering stare of denial. Peter looked at you like it would be the last time he was allowed to. He didn’t know where to go from here, and it was obvious.

You let out a sigh, irritated and remorseful and heartached. “Harley asked me out, and I–” Pausing, you looked straight ahead, unable to meet Peter’s eyes while the words muttered from your lips. “I think I’m going to change my answer.”

Peter’s breath caught, and you could hear his hushed thought process. He filtered through the words you said, and kept searching for the phrase or touch or look that would convince you to stay with him. To choose him.

“I–”

You couldn’t even stomach the sound of his voice. Your nerves spiked much higher than you’d anticipated. What were you even getting at? Making him jealous? All you felt was guilt. Embarrassment. Suddenly, you were nervous. “I need some air.” You choked abruptly, fleeing from the passenger’s seat and exiting the vehicle.

Peter sat in the driver’s side, frozen in his place as he watched you walk further from the car. He couldn’t deny how much of a gut punch your words were, but he also kept replaying the way you’d phrased it like a broken record.

‘I think I’m going to change my answer.’

Even you seemed uncertain about it, and if Peter had any chance with you, he knew he needed to act now. Just as went to get out of the car and follow you, he felt his spider sense heighten. Blood ran cold and the world moved slow as he watched the scene. From behind a bush merely fifteen feet from where Peter was, you were grabbed and pulled out of sight.

“Shit!” Peter panicked. He slipped his mask on, updating KAREN to alert Sam and Bucky. He was lucky that whoever had taken you didn’t spot him, but he felt every fiber of his being spiral about how to get you back. When Peter said he was afraid of losing you, this was not what he meant.

And he was going to do everything in his power to bring you back safely.

Shuttered and softened gasps fell from your lips as your eyes opened, and you watched your breath visibly leave your mouth. Was it below freezing in the room? It had to be. It was the middle of December, after all. Your skin ached as you gained consciousness, every inch of your body screaming for warmth by the time you’d finally come to.

Some scrawny white man with disheveled hair and a short–sleeved t-shirt stood in front of you, holding you in whatever darkened room you seemed to be in. He stood rather close to you, much closer than your comfort levels permitted. He didn’t seem any bit irked by your presence in the slightest.

Maybe that was because your wrists were tightly chained to exposed water–pipes spouting from the floor, or because he’d finally discovered your super–heroine identity. Either way, the light in his eyes was anything but frightened or angered or even confused.

In fact, his eyes scanned your body with marvel and awe. It sent a shiver down your spine.

“Astonishing..” His accent was thick through his words, letting the statement fall heavy with the sigh it traveled through. “It’s working…”

Your blood ran even colder at the words, stilling your posture for a millisecond. What chilled your bones even more was when your body broke out into an intense fit of shivers, and the man laughed. A laugh that was maniacal, entertained, psychopathic. Psychopathic, and relieved.

Thick clouds of steam left your mouth as your breaths drew faster in panic, indicating just how below zero the temperature was. You could barely muster out the words that your throat shoved out: “Wha–what’s so funny?” You asked, clearly freezing.

Now, a bit more serious, the man leaned disarmingly close to your face, eying you in a way that sobered your mind, soul, and being.

“You’re cold.”

The muttered words only caused more confusion, until you finally noticed the two broken syringes on the ground to your left, and how the liquid oozing from the shattered glass had frozen over. It was ice. You became aware of the sweat caking the hairline of the man in front of you, and how disgustingly consuming the warmth of his breath was.

The room wasn’t cold, you were cold. And you were left to assume that it was only a matter of time before you froze to death.

Quite frankly, as much as the dude yapped your ear off with his “diabolical” plan, your brian was clouded with more pressing matters: how you left things with Peter. You didn’t know how long it would take for the team to find you, or if you’d even make it to see this guy get his ass kicked. Either way, you knew Peter was overthinking.

And so were you.

The wave of relief that cast over your body when Sam broke the door down was indescribable. You hadn’t known how long it had been, or how much time you had left, but pins and needles pricked every inch of your body and you’d spent however long shivering just to try and shake the feeling.

Peter immediately swooped down from the ceiling at Sam’s cue, webbed the guy to a wall, and rushed to your aid in the blink of an eye. Not a word was said until he unclasped the restraints and pulled you into a hug. It was the quickest hug he’d ever given you; record time of point–two seconds. “Jesus Christ! Y/N, you’re fucking freezing!!” It were though he hadn’t heard your teeth chattering this entire time.

You could only look at him with a concerned crinkle in your brow, unable to speak through the chill you kept continually catching.

“KAREN!” Peter called out, his mask still on over his face. “Turn on the thermal–heater–protocol thing!! Pronto!” Hearing his panicked demands almost brought you peace, yet nothing could compare to how nice it felt to finally come in contact with warmth.

It barely helped at all, but the contrast was enough to notice. All and every part of you melted into Peter, giving him unspoken permission to pick you up and carry you to the Quinjet. His touch didn’t waver as he sat down on the plane, and his jaw didn’t unclench until his response was requested. His protective demeanor provided a sense of safety, yet it felt tugged from beneath you with one quick statement.

“We should probably call Harley and tell him you’re alright.”

The disappointment tugging at his expression was enough to shatter your heart into a million pieces. You could tell that it broke his just the same, too.

Your head shook against his chest as he sat you down on a bench, seating himself closely beside you to keep you from whatever fridged feeling this kidnapping brought upon you.

“Harley doesn’t– He doesn’t need to know.” Confusion washed over Peter’s face so quickly, you nearly forgot the rut you dug yourself in. “Pe–Pete.. I owe you an apo–ology.” The words were almost impossible to mutter out. You were only getting colder by the second.

His attention was so fixated on you, eyes glued to yours, brows sewn together, and thoughts racing circles trying to grasp whatever you could mean. Peter’s eyes studied your face for the possible answers, but he was getting ahead of himself.

There was nothing left to do other than to come clean. The confession was yours to make, and the look Peter gave you only made that more apparent. His emotions pierced your soul, all his sincerity and curiosity and genuity and eagerness. It was almost like he knew what you were trying to choke out between shivers. Or as though it were his job to fix whatever you presented broken.

You couldn’t tell whether the rapid rhythmic heartbeat was your own, or Peter’s, but either way, you had to force these words out before they staled with the lump in your throat. “I–I–” You took a deep breath to still your chattering teeth, feeling Peter’s grip tighten reassuringly around you in the midst of it. “I was upset that you didn’t want to kiss me.”

The apology flashed in his eyes just as he went to open his mouth, but you weren’t finished. “I was upset, because I–” You nearly sped through the sentence, but halted. “I—” And it were though you froze in place, right then and there. You completely froze, stopped moving, stopped breathing.

Panic. It washed over you like panic, sheer uncontrollable unexpected panic. Your blood ran cold, and if it weren’t for the feeling of your body washing white, you would’ve thought you were dying.

Peter calling your name almost sounded fake. It was so distant and faint that you swore you were dreaming. However, with a small hitch of your breath, reality hit you a lot harder than necessary. Your entire being shook, spazzing in this cold and freezing state. So much so, it was painful.

You knew you were being hugged and blanketed by Peter’s protection much more intently. The press of his biceps communicated that he felt like he was to fault for this. The dazy holler of his voice told you that he felt responsible and sorry and nervous. There wasn’t anything in the world you wanted to do more than to fight against this and assure him that you were okay. You were going to be fine.

Bucky walked over with a sense of urgency, relaying to Peter a medical analysis that Bruce laid out. He stated things about your condition that the author was far too lazy to look up you couldn’t make out in this fridged trance.

Every inch of your body had stopped shouting for warmth and instead now screamed for it, for relief. It begged and pleaded and bruised its knees just for some sense of stillness from whatever blizzard was injected into your system.

So cold, too cold, everything blurred to white. Every sound was washed out, every sensation pricked in spears and spikes against you, and every thought felt too heavy to handle. You weren’t sure how or when, but at a certain point, you passed out. Consciousness suddenly became too overwhelming for your fragile limp little body.

Part of you wasn’t sure whether this was better than feeling the sting of Peter’s rejection, but you knew that was a demon you’d have to face sooner than later. You made a promise to yourself right then and there that regardless of what and when, the next time you saw Peter Parker, you’d tell him how you’d really felt.

You were going to tell your best friend that you’d been in love with him. And still very much so were.

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thatmexisaurusrex · 5 months ago

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I'm 10 years behind on the mcu and never have a clue what's going on when you post sambucky, but im absolutely cheering them and you on from the sidelines. So here's a prompt for you, for fun: ✨️✨️✨️✨️

SamBucky Summer Ficlet Prompts

Ooh, good choice! And hehe thanks for cheering them and me on, even if you don't really go here 🤣 Enjoy!

Satellites

Sam lay on his back in Sarah's backyard, gazing up at the stars. There weren't many of them. The light pollution of New Orleans reached as far as Delacroix.

But he could see a few.

Maybe one?

Or.

Well.

That might be a satellite, now that Sam was looking at it more closely.

"Sam?"

Sam turned his head to see Bucky Barnes. Sam still wasn't used to seeing him there.

In his hometown.

Staying with Sam at his sister's house.

"Can I join you?" asked Bucky, a little more politely than he usually would.

And.

Well.

Maybe he was like that because they were alone.

It was also the middle of the night.

And Sam was just lying outside looking at the sky.

"Sure. If you have nowhere else to be at two in the morning," said Sam as he patted the space next to him.

Bucky lay down next to Sam as he stared up at the sky; a mostly blank navy canvas.

"Couldn't see the stars in Brooklyn either," commented Bucky.

And.

Sam and Bucky laughed.

"Hey. But at least we've got a satellite to watch," snickered Sam as he pointed to it.

"We don't even have a moon to look at," faux-bemoaned Bucky as he elbowed Sam.

"I think another satellite is coming into view," snorted Sam as one did come into his line of sight.

Sam and Bucky stared up at the empty sky. And the silence was strangely comfortable as they got settled in the grass.

"Trouble sleeping?" whispered Bucky.

Sam nodded.

"I don't remember the dream, but I - I know I couldn't go back to bed. I needed a moment. So, I..." Sam started, his thoughts trailing off as he watched another satellite appear.

"You came out here."

Sam nodded.

Sam's hand bumped into Bucky's. He felt their fingers loosely lacing together; felt them hold hands.

And they weren't - they weren't something. But they weren't not something. It wasn't as if Sam needed clarity on what they were right now. But this was nice.

Holding hands

As they gazed up at Satellites.

#sbsummer2024 #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky ficlet #tooth rotting fluff #stargazing #my fics #Satellites

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sleepingdeath-light · 2 years ago

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finding out his soulmate is depressed hcs ; loki

requested by ; anonymous (19/05/22)

fandom(s) ; marvel cinematic universe / mcu

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; loki laufeyson

outline ; “request: i'm desperate for a soulmate au. it doesn't make if it's between loki or wanda because i love them both but i'd love your take on the soulmate au. it'd be cool if the reader had depression, cause same. thank you!”

note ; this is going off of the au where there is a ‘red string’ connecting people and is based on the avenger!loki concept

additional note ; the references to the reader’s depression are extremely brief but present

warning(s) ; canon typical references to violence and angst

loki spent the vast majority of his life thinking that he was damned — the only person in asgard to be without a soulmate

wishing, praying, reading up on anything and everything he could just to scrape together some tiny crumb of hope that one day his string would manifest

that he wasn’t truly alone

a thousand years passed him by

then two

then three

by his fourth he’d started to lose hope and as he started to fast approach his fifth he’d given up all together

the black sheep of his family; unworthy even in the eyes of the universe

it was like some sort of sick joke

but he never told a soul, lying through his teeth as naturally as he breathed and telling tall tales of his golden string and how he was waiting for the right moment to pursue his soulmate

but they didn’t exist

and it hurt more than he’d ever let show

until one day, a quarter century shy of his five thousandth year, he awoke to find a golden string wound tightly around his ring finger — precisely where one might put a wedding band

he shook of the drowsiness and bleariness of sleep in seconds, inspecting the deceptively fragile twine with rapt interest

flicking, tugging, strumming and winding it tighter and tighter — spooling it between his fingers curiously as it continued onwards into the distance without effort or strain

always having the same amount of tautness to it no matter how hard or how far he pulled

gold spun as thin as spider silk yet, as present to the world as a light breeze yet as heavy and palpable as traditional battle regalia as he brushed his fingertip along its surface

tangibly intangible, paradoxically present and yet not so, visible and invisible

exactly as the old stories had told — and there, in the distance somewhere, was his fated other half on the unseeable other end of the string

loki wanted nothing more than to meet you, but he knew well enough that the string’s late appearance meant that he still had a long while to wait — so, instead, he busied himself with his usual routine

messing with his brother, studying with his mother and proving his worth as an heir to asgard to his father

… and i’m sure that we don’t need to explain what happened in the interim so let’s skip forwards until after the 2012 incident…

the last thing he wanted was to spend his sentence waiting on a bunch of mortals — confined to a small space filled with creatures that despised him and that were far below him in every way

and he did very little to hide his disdain for the situation — which was mirrored by his ‘landlord’, stark, who also made it very well known that he didn’t want ‘reindeer games’ living in his tower

loki, in return, went to let out another sarcastic remark about the man’s ignorance before he caught sight of the very thing he’d been ignoring for the better part of a year and the words died on his throat

leaving him completely speechless for the first time since anyone had seen him after his attempt to take his own life back in asgard

after millennia of feeling so terribly alone he could see the other end of his string and it was attached to… well… you

a mortal who looked terribly detached from their surroundings, just carrying out some standard busywork in the background of his custody announcement like it was nothing at all

if he hadn’t have been forced to wear those damned cuffs he’d have peered into your mind by now — but it didn’t take a psychic to see something in you that he had been trying to conceal in himself for a while

loki didn’t speak to you that day, nor did he get the chance for a good few months as your responsibilities kept you separated to different areas of the tower

he, as a (very unwilling) member of the avengers initiative, was forced to keep to the top few floors for training, briefing and other such things

and you, who he found to be a standard member of stark industries, tended to stay on the lower floors of the tower unless you were called upon by your boss

it was frustrating, to say the very least, but the separation gave loki the time to consider his next steps — and his situation as a whole

consider the fact that he’s destined to be with a mortal of all beings — consider the differences in experience, strength and life span

consider the fact that you likely fear or potentially even hate him for his actions against your home world — that you’d probably scorn or mock him because of his actions (and he’d deserve it, he lamented)

consider the fact that he saw part of himself in your eyes and that a mortal of all things might just be the one to understand him

consider how to approach you in the first place

in the end he just about manages to catch you as you’re walking out of a meeting with stark and some higher level agents of s.h.i.e.l.d — coughing and gesturing to the string between the two of you

for a moment you just stare at him, blinking and looking between his neutral expression and the golden string — before cracking something of an awkward smile and introducing yourself (which he returns with a kiss on the back of your hand)

and you’re too busy to stay for long, and he knows this, so he sends you on your way with the promise to meet again soon

but he also says something that sticks with you as you hurry off to your next meeting — for the rest of the day, in fact

‘i understand,’

a simple, unassuming phrase spoken so quietly and genuinely that you might have thought you’d dreamt it had it not been for the earnest look on his face when he spoke

(though even that disappeared a fraction of a second later)

the end of your brief exchange that left you questioning everything you were told about him

his tendency to isolate himself according to thor (and, later, observations from the other avengers)

his habit of lashing out when pressed on certain topics

his lack of appetite for the entirety of the time you (and most other humans) had known him

his apathy towards his own well-being and, well, what he’d done before ending up on earth which had been mentioned in whispers around the office

maybe you had more in common with your soulmate than you realised — but that could be discussed at your next meeting

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #soulmate au #fluff #fluff hcs #marvel fluff #mcu x reader #mcu fluff #loki laufeyson x reader #loki odinson x reader #loki x reader

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therese-lokidottir · 6 months ago

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You know I find really hilarious that mcu spending like a (or two)! Series and a movie to introduced kang., but yet until they decided to ending kang we never really know who is he, I meant let's go to loki series HER is well kang variant, we never know how he know about multi verse how he became like god.

In quantummania it's still blur, sure we got glimpsed and hint who is he buy well it's questionable, then in loki season 2 since the actor have problem with law they ending it kang arc as big bad. I feel kang like wasted character even more worse when in became villain' in quantummania and loki series it's feel that kang take to much space that became useless.

People want to talk about "Mary Sues" guess what its Kang

What Kang can do is just whatever the plot needs. He can control the monster cloud that erases everything it touches, somehow. He controls loom bull****, somehow. He can rewrite people's memories and augment them, so they live forever, someone. So, basically, he's just a god. He's god and he can do whatever, but also he can just be stabbed. The big problem with all that is that's how he starts off and that there's nowhere to really go from there. It leaves no room for a villainous plot.

I skipped over quantumania, I don't know what he wanted in movie. But what that film made clear is by making Kang so OP it made him impossible to ever be taken seriously as a threat. He claims to be the biggest threat ever, but he also has to lose and Kang as a character was set up to lose repeatedly.

Again, Kang just does whatever the plot needs him to do with no explanation on what he can do and how he is doing it. He's the most powerful until the plot needs him lose. There's no building, there's no evil plot the heroes need to unravel. Kang at his most powerful is sitting alone in a room while the heroes live their lives not even knowing he's a thing, with his presence being a complete none factor in the plot.

Kang was set up to be an arbitrary threat.

Because he started off being the unbeatable ruler of the multiverse who can do whatever and voluntary lets himself be killed it means he could have only ever gone backwards as a threat. Where he starts should be the endpoint people should be afraid he could achieve.

The threat Kang was arbitrary and one that ended up not only being tell not show, but one that is constantly contradicted by the mcu's other movies and tv series. There's been time travel, alternate timelines and alternate universe in the mcu. HWR and the TVA were retroactively added so late in the game the threat they pose is an informed one that doesn't affect the plot. Their so OP it means they can't do anything because marvel isn't going to stop making movies, because the bad guy won, they have to lose, or their power is meaningless to plot.

For whatever potential Kang could have had the MCU shot themselves in the foot right out the gate because of their lack of planning and understanding of storytelling. Loki season 1 was a fumbling entrance and quantumania was a faceplant. Nothing is really lost from Kang being dropped

#asks #this turned into a rant

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pympartic · 6 months ago

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:[ OOC ;; Mobile Post //; So I don't know how many people know of this, but we actually Do Have Christopher Yost (aka one of the big writers on EMHs) notes on what he would have liked season threes episode line ups to be. And I've been thinking about them a lot because of possible thread ideas and thinking on what B Plots might have ran though these episodes. I'll link and keep Yapping below. ]

:[ Link ! ]

So starting with the season premiere actually this one itches my brain.

S3E01 STRANGE TALES As Surtur releases an army of demons on Earth, the Avengers find themselves facing their worst fears... trapped within the realm of NIGHTMARE! Up against an enemy they can’t fight, the team turns to the only person who can help: Dr. Strange!

Okay first of all I LOVE NIGHTMARE EPS SO MUCH, but second of all I've talked to people in the past about how EMH isnt afraid to make changes to the source 616, the key difference between how it does so vs the MCU being that EMH will make a change and Really Commit to it.

Why does that matter?

I think this episode could have been used as a way to do plot points like for example Hawkeye getting booted from the team because the government said so! EMHs Avengers have been set up to be so fundamentally opposed to letting the government tell them what to do it's unlikely they'd do that, this is also due to the cartoons heavy focus on the avengers being a Functional Family Unit, the team really only breaks apart Once due to Skrulls with even Panthers leaving not even being him quitting moreso just having other priorities which they understand. Not to mention as Izzy brought up, Clint in EMH is trust based trauma down to his bones.

From what we've been told of the plans they had the show wasn't planning on doing Civil War either (Bold move tbh) so you could maybe have the fear of it happening be a thing for Tony who was set up to really worry and care about his people and their trust after the Skrulls made him paranoid. (Understandably)

Hell you could even do the Yellowjacket Spiral since they basically wrote in a clause of Hank Literally being so incapable of hurting Jan even Ultrons brain got affected! Maybe reference that killer robot he makes in the comics in a fit of mania only this time it doesn't stop like it should, or straight up make it Ultron! (EMH focused a lot on Hanks need for control and his feelings of loosing it or trying to keep it. The irony being that he couldn't keep the tech based on his mind under control and now he's trying to control Himself ((buddy you should idk talk to your friends and loved ones in Just Saying that do be how we do things around here)) )

Also because EMH has always drawn more from the comics then the MCU WE CAN ACTUALLY HAVE NICE DR STRANGE! Maybe he gets the avengers tea to calm their nerves, sits and talks with them as they recover from the terrors Nightmare put them through. GIMMIE NICE STRANGE-!

S3E03 RECURRING KNIGHTMARE Iron Man and Doctor Doom are pulled through time to ancient CAMELOT, finding themselves uneasy allies against Modred the Mystic. And back in the present, the Wasp’s only hope to get Iron Man back is the BLACK KNIGHT.

I CANT BE THE ONLY ONE WHOD THINK THIS BE FUN AS HELL RIGHT? Doom and Tony having to team up, the two drama bots having to fight Magic Wizards and knights?! That'd be SO FUN!!

S3E07 THOR CROAKS As Ragnarok approaches, Loki takes Thor off the battlefield. His only hope? Ant-Man and the Wasp… assuming a transformed Thor doesn’t eat them. Ribbit.

First off HEHEHEHEHE FROG THOR! Second off this actually got me really excited because a lot of season three and four concept art used the Hank Pym giant man. Yellowjacket is also not mentioned in any of the episode summeries. So there's a non zero chance that either this would be a Scott and Jan episode (Yay!) or Hanks ant man again and we get the fun Hank and Scott dynamics (BIG YAY) Either way this episode would have been fun for Bug Antics Alone!

I WANNA GUSH SO MUCH THIS SEASON LOOKS LIKE IT COULDA BEEN SO COOL I SCREM ALSO TONY GETTING TO CURE SIMON? WHO APPARENTLY BECOMES A FULL TIME AVENGER AS WONDERMAN LETS FUCKING GO BIG TONY W?? AA

#[ OOC ;; Yappin' ]#| So Much Friggin Yapping and I only cut it short cus mobile. |#| BUT THIS MAKES ME STIM SO MUCH WITH EXCITMENT AND WORMS |#| also apparently there was an EP where cap gets sent on time shinanigins all over time because of course he does. ALSO WE GET CAPS SQUAD!

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lol I’m sure you’re getting a lot of these, but as a once-MCU-only fan turned Marvel-and-DC comics fan, I think I can offer some guidance.

I’m going to answer some of your questions first, then give you some starting point recs.

There are 6 kids that officially have lived in Wayne Manor with Bruce as their parent, Dick, Jason, Tim, Cass, Damian, Duke.

Duke is the only one I’m not sure the status on adoption or not, definitely foster at a point, but his parents are technically alive as far as I know, so not sure the adoption legalities there.

Duke is also the ONLY META in the batfamily.

There are 5 robins, you got that and the order right. But, Jason was actually adopted before Dick was, Dick was adopted as an adult- he was legally Bruce’s ward when he lived in the manor, but lbr they were already father and son then.

Minor qualm but yes, Jason did take a dip in magic water (the Lazarus pit) but technically what brought him back to life was an angry fanboy literally punching the universe to the point where it shattered and Messed Things Up (happy to explain more if you want).

Tim Drake did not begin as an orphan, that is correct, but how he became Robin is actually super fun. He as an 8-year-old discovered the identities of Batman and Robin (he recognized Dick Grayson’s Robin do a move only the Flying Graysons were able to do, and put the pieces together from there). He then saw Batman was Not Doing Well mentally after Jason died (aka becoming more aggressive, caring less about his personal safety, etc.) and decided that “Batman needs a Robin” and volunteered himself.

https://thedirect.com/article/batman-dc-studios-brave-and-bold-movie-heroes

^that could help if you want more in-depth backstories on each member of the family otherwise.

Tim ran WE for some time when Bruce was believed dead, I believe he then became majority shareholder.

Tim, Dick and Jason do not in canon become airheads, and unfortunately Brucie Wayne is more of a fanon thing than a canon thing in the way you are describing it (aka The Superior Way it Should Be in canon). Comic writers treat Brucie Wayne more like an MCU-Tony-Stark-esque playboy.

Cass is the second Batgirl (third if you count Bette but most people don’t), between Barbara and Stephanie. See that link above for more details. She was Black Bat for a time after, and now is Orphan.

The JL actually don’t think Batman works alone! That’s just a fun fanon trope that is not canon compliant.

Yes, any Green Lantern is essentially allergic to the color yellow.

You are so right about the crossovers and You Should Say It.

Tim is Bi!! Iconic and amazing and wonderful of him. Everybody say “thank you, Meghan Fitzmartin.”

The internet is divided because canon is divided. Most will choose to simply ignore bad Batdad, others will argue it’s important to the characters. Personal preference there.

If I’m not mistaken, #OnlyInGotham is a fanon thing.

Sure, I like Australian NYC, but I much prefer New Jersey if it went off the deep end (because Gotham is widely considered to be in New Jersey)

Hit the nail right on the head with Riddler, 10/10.

Batcest can just go away for ever please and thank you.

There’s actually a fascinating history about Deadpool here. Deadpool was created by Marvel in part as a very obvious parody to DC’s Deathstroke. Deadpool is Wade Wilson, Deathstroke is Slade Wilson. I can’t make this up. Comics are awesome.

In the comics, Dick Grayson is primarily associated with Teen Titans, and Tim Drake is primarily associated with Young Justice. Both shows’ original Robins are Dick Grayson, though. (YJ does eventually incorporate the next two Robins as Dick becomes Nightwing).

Batburger is real and canon.

Now for recs:

The most fanon-y way to start is Wayne Family Adventures on Webtoon. That’s how I got started.

To get a more full sense of the DC Universe, watch Young Justice. It deviates a lot from the comics in many respects, but is incredibly comics-accurate in others.

Super Sons is a great comic. It’s about Damian and his best friend Jon Kent, Superboy.

Tom Taylor’s Nightwing is a personal favorite, but wait to start that until you have at least read WFA.

Hope this helps!!

Oh my god please do I have so many questions

And yes this helped a lot. Do you know where I can watch any of the shows? Bc I know Disney is where u go for marvel, but I've asked around and none of my friends (primarily mcu fans, accept for one singular dc fan who's number I've forgotten) have a clue.

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jennastarkhasaheart · 2 years ago

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okay, so hear me out:

no agents of sword, because i dont think it makes much sense for the astro ambassadors to leave shield, its literally their life, and its not even necessary for space exploration. shield is back, they dont need to covertly go through other agencies anymore.

now lets assume daisys mission after the finale is to get out there, get the lay of the land, find allies for earth, and figure out who the enemies are or something to this effect (just because thats what i think makes the most logical sense). not the most interesting premise, but stay with me. the main characters would obviously be kora, sousa, and daisy, with kora essentially taking the role skye had in season 1 as the audience bait. depending on how much you want to recreate the full-on ensemble feel of aos itself, you could also add maybe two relatively major characters from the crew, piper and davis style but more relevant.

it would be a miniseries with about 6-8 episodes as part of the secret wars arc theyre setting up for phases 4-6. we would get one episode at the beginning a couple of months after the mission has started, and wed get to see what theyre up to and what their team dynamics are and everything. they could then meet with a representative of xandar to discuss possible cooperation in security matters (not diplomatic relations, that would need to be left up to official first contact teams etc, despite sousas nicknames these are still spies). the talks would go okay but not well due to earth still being perceived as a primitive backwater, and the ship would depart. just as its jumping away, it suddenly and violently explodes, leaving the team to stare out the cockpit in shock. roll credits.

the crew have skrull saboteurs among them, sent not to stop the mission (because earth could just send another team), but rather to sabotage it so thoroughly that earth remains completely isolated and alone, with noone coming to its aid once the skrulls pull off their plan and take control. making it look as if the widely known outlaw quake destroyed a xandarian transport with some kind of dignitary on it in service of earth would be pretty damning. xandar responds immediatley and puts out a bounty on her head, and the rest of the show would be them trying to root out the saboteurs, set the record straight, and win xandars support for earth after finding out about the skrulls plans from the infiltrator in their crew once they reveal them, all while trying to avoid a slew of pursuers of varying allegiances. could maybe contain the stereotypical "somethings off" detective character on the xandarian side who smells something fishy and cooperates with the team behind their superiors back to help stop the skrulls. the end of the show could be the team getting called up by nick fury to assisst him, or contacting him themselves in order to inform him of their findings.

i tried to come up with something thats new and compelling for aos just like every new season used to be different from what came before, but also sort of keeps the feel of the show to a degree, and is distinctly its own thing and relevant to whats going on in the mcu right now and ends with the team being set up for future appearances. if i wasnt so lazy id maybe turn it into its own fanfiction.

#now i just need a cool title #agents of shield #secret wars #daisy johnson #kora #daniel sousa #quake spinoff #fanfic prompt

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saiilorstars · 1 year ago

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Love, Ours Ch. 7: A First Christmas

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC, ft. baby!oc

Story Summary: One-Shots/AU collection of Seren and Steve outside of their fics (Darkest Before Dawn, Alignment, etc.).

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Steve could hear the small yells long as soon as the elevator doors slid open. They were cheerful, of course — he was hardly the agitated one, even at his young age. The bedroom door was left a crack open and as Steve pushed it open, he saw the sight that usually made his day and night.

"Say 'ma-ma'. Say 'ma-ma'!" Seren rested in their bed against the headboard with a baby boy sitting on her lap. Said baby giggled each time Seren made her request. "C'mon, Noel, say 'ma-ma'."

The baby giggled again and made to fall forward on his mother when she caught him by his little wrists. Thinking of it as a game, he pushed himself forward again so she would catch him.

"He's not going to do it," Steve announced as he finally walked into the room.

Seren's head turned towards the door, a pleasant surprise etched over her face. "Hey! You're back!" She then turned the baby in the same direction. "Look, Noel, daddy's back! "

Noel started sucking in excited breaths, scrunching his nose at Steve. He pushed himself out of Seren's hold, landing with his hands on the bed and started crawling towards Steve.

Steve laughed and walked over to the bed in time to pick the baby up. He loved when Noel did that stuff. He didn't think he would ever get over it. "Well hello there," he tickled Noel's stomach, earning a small giggle, "I've missed you too."

"I swear he, like, crawls way quicker to see you than when I'm back from a mission," Seren said, crossing her arms as she studied her son and his level of excitement.

"Really? I think he's way more excited when he sees you," Steve remarked. "I know he misses his 'ma-ma'" — Seren beamed at his attempt to help her out — "when she's away."

Noel smiled widely at Steve but he never said a word. He grew way more interested in the shiny star on Steve's suit.

"Thanks for trying," Seren sighed. "It's literally all we've been doing since you left on Monday. Glamorous three days."

"I don't know, I would much rather be here with you guys doing literally anything," Steve said, then glanced at Seren to see her smiling lightly. She understood his desire but, like him, knew that wouldn't happen.

It was their promise to each other — to their son — the only thing they could possibly love more than each other. Noel was a surprise to them both, and a lovely one at that, and on the day that he was born they realized that they would do anything for him. So they made a promise. They would never go on a mission together and leave Noel alone. If something were to ever go wrong on a mission, they needed to know that Noel would still have at least one of them in his life. It was, perhaps, a pessimistic way of thinking but both Seren and Steve knew that they couldn't stand the idea that they failed their son and left him alone. So, when Seren went on a mission, Steve stayed back with Noel. When Steve went on a mission, Seren stayed back with Noel instead. It was hard being apart from each other, but they were doing it for a very good reason. A very small, very gigglish little reason.

"Careful, he's in a biting mood today," Seren said just as Noel let his head drop on Steve's chest and proceeded to try and bite the star of his suit. Seren made a gesture at him saying 'See?'. "He gets two little teeth and suddenly he thinks he's a piranha."

"Yeeeah, Noel, it's best not to put your mouth on this." Steve gently pulled his son off him and lowered him to the bed, an act that Noel considered a betrayal because he started fussing immediately. "I'm sorry, buddy, I'm going to get changed quickly—"

"And shower," Seren cut in with a smirk. "Got germs all over you. And dirt."

Steve rolled his eyes at her. "I'll be back." He dropped a kiss on Noel's head and hurried to go shower.

Noel didn't stop fussing. Seren tried comforting him in her arms, and the big gingerbread stuffy she had bought for him recently, but he didn't stop until Steve came back. As soon as he sat down in bed next to Seren, Noel was climbing over his legs.

"Alright, come here," Steve said as he grabbed the baby and sat him on his lap. Now, Noel decided that he did want his gingerbread stuffy, but only to play with his father. "So then, is getting an 8 month-old to talk to you all you did in these days?"

"Uh, I did something else too," Seren said, side-glancing him. "I decorated the Christmas tree."

"Without me?" Steve said, slightly surprised. Seren had been excited to decorate the tree — it was Noel's first Christmas and she couldn't wait to see his reaction to the tree. It wasn't that big of a surprise that she couldn't wait for him.

"Don't worry, lovey," Seren scooted closer to Steve, leaning up to kiss his cheek, "He hasn't seen it yet."

"Really?" Now that was surprising to Steve. Seren laughed.

"I have some control! Noel hasn't seen it because we've been waiting for you!"

"Well then, I thank you for that." Steve held Noel by his hands and played with them. Noel tried pulling one of his father's hands towards his mouth. Steve enjoyed watching the effort Noel put because even at his 8 months, he was stronger than an average baby. And why wouldn't he be?

Noel had part of his father's super serum running through his system, giving him an almost perfect overall health. To top it all off, Noel had his mother's alien side to lift him even further. Celessian genes allowed Noel to access abilities that Seren used daily. Of course he couldn't create star matter like Seren, but his fingers often sparkled with a familiar orange hue. His strength was a combined effort from his parents, one of many things.

Noel had enough of failed biting so he started pushing himself off Steve and landed face first on the bed between his parents. His babbles were muffled with the sheets until he lifted his face and showed off his two front teeth.

Seren chuckled. "You're about the cutest baby in the world." She reached over to press some of his flyaway blonde hair. "With those cute little cheeks." She gave one of his cheeks just a bit of pinch and Noel tried grasping her pinky finger.

While Steve agreed with Seren that their baby was indeed the cutest, and not just because he was in a cute white onesie with little gingerbreads (some half-eaten) on it, but he thought that Noel's eyes and freckles were what made him simply adorable. That also had nothing to do with the fact that they were Seren's eyes and freckles. They were a sparkly green like Seren's, and they seemed to twinkle each time Noel laughed. His freckles, subtle like his mother's, were like the constellations they would see in the sky.

"What do you say" — Seren picked Noel into her arms — "we go show him the tree? Would you like that, Noel?" She cooed at her giggly baby. "Would you like to see the Christmas tree? Yes, you would, huh? Yes you do!" Noel squealed with a new round of giggles.

Steve watched her play with Noel. Whenever he was away on missions, he felt like a part of him was missing, and it was. The void was only filled when he was back with his family.

"Seren?"

As Seren turned her head, Steve was already going forward to kiss her on the lips. It was meaningful, and very much missed on Seren's part. She could feel his fingers on her jaw, bringing her closer to deepen their kiss. As soon as Steve let her lips go, she yearned for more.

"If you're going to kiss me like that, we have to put the baby to sleep first," she mumbled and heard Steve's soft chuckle.

Noel began to babble then, drawing his parents' attention. Seren listened but none of his babbles were close to 'mama'.

"You're lucky you're cute, mister," she said and planted a kiss on his forehead. She leaned her cheek on Noel's head and wrapped her arms around his body. Noel took the opportunity to play with his mother's necklace. Liked the star on Steve's suit, Noel adored the shiny carved star of his mother's choker.

"And you," Seren looked at Steve, "Don't start something you can't finish right now." Steve rolled his eyes at her. "So, you want to see the tree right now or not?"

"Why don't we just…rest for now?" Steve wanted to take a moment to just be with his family. He wrapped an arm around Seren's shoulders, bringing her (and Noel) closer. "We can go later tonight. Did you put up the lights too?"

"I thought we could do those together," Seren said.

"I like the idea. With or without Noel?"

At the call of his name, Noel let out a noise. He shook his head suddenly then flashed them a grin before continuing to shake his head.

"Well, I guess he had enough of Mommy for now," Seren said.

"That's okay, I'm happy to take her off his hands for a while." Steve's comment led to a hard glare from Seren.

"Maybe you don't get to see the tree," Seren decided. "It'll be just me and my favorite boy." She bounced Noel on her thigh, causing a series of giggles from him. "In his cute little Christmas pajamas I bought him yesterday, right? Who's going to be the cutest little gingerbread? You are!"

Noel loved the attention he got from his mother and squealed for more. He clapped his hands and then grabbed his mother's star again.

"Alright, alright, I'll be on my best behavior," Steve promised. "Can I please see the tree?"

Seren stopped with Noel to look at Steve. "You're lucky I like you too."

Steve smiled at her. He was definitely on his best behavior when she gave him another kiss.

They dallied leaving the room. Noel was too excited having both of his parents back and did just about anything and everything to hold their attention. He even shared his gingerbread stuffy. Finally, just as the day turned to night, Seren decided it was the perfect time to go see the tree. She handed Noel to Steve and grabbed her phone before they left the room together.

"Thor and I went to get the biggest tree we could find — and that would fit in the compound," she explained on their way in the hallway. "Wanda and Vision bought the ornaments. Natasha helped us decorate it."

"Ooh, so it was a team effort?" Steve asked, shifting Noel to his left side. "What did little Noel do?"

"Put the baubles in his mouth, of course," Seren said with a chuckle. Hearing her laugh made Noel laugh too. "But the little mister fell asleep before we started to decorate it."

"Well, sticking ornaments into your mouth does take a lot out of people, I've heard," Steve nodded. He dropped a kiss on Noel's forehead. "Glad he got his rest."

Seren rolled her eyes and picked up her pace to lead the way. "Okay, when you walk in, I'm going to record so don't say anything stupid."

Steve deadpanned her but she didn't notice. She was dead serious. "You know Noel can hear you, right?"

"Yes, and he's heard a lot worse from uncle Tony when he's mad so…" Seren gave a shrug of her shoulders.

She reached the living room first and hurried to go into the right spot to be able to record the moment. The tree was already lit for the evening. Thank you, Natasha! She was a secret Christmas lover.

Steve walked into the room holding Noel so that he could see the sight. Noel was in the middle of staring at his hands when the slow flickering rainbow lights caught his attention. The dazzle was slow but sure as it crossed his little face.

Watching his son experience Christmas for the first time was absolutely indescribable for Steve. It was wonderful, sure — amazing? Sure. But the right word just went above and beyond those two. It was a moment he would always remember.

Seren thought the same thing. She turned her phone's camera off then hurried to join them. She laughed as Noel pushed his body forward in Steve's arm. The temptation of the baubles was too much to stand.

Steve stepped closer to the three until Noel could reach a red sparkly bauble. His first touch was brief, the sparkles felt bumpy and for a moment undesirable. At the second try, Noel's small fingers curled around the bauble and he pulled.

"And so it starts," Seren mused as she watched Noel pull and then give up to start pushing the bauble forwards. "My mother said I used to pull on the branches."

"I thank God that he can't fly," Steve admitted. Noel got bored with the red bauble and went for the shiny gold one instead. "Or shoot star matter."

"Yet," Seren reminded him. She took Noel into his arms and pressed a big kiss on his hair. "Because then that'll be when the real fun starts, right my little star boy?"

Noel babbled as if he was answering his mother's question…or maybe demanding that she get him closer to the sparkling gold bauble. Seren ultimately put him down on the ground and laughed when Noel made a dashing crawl towards the tree.

"Was that a good idea?" Steve watched as Noel reached the lowest branch and sat down to properly grab it with both of his hands.

"Probably not," Seren shrugged. "But I did have the others help me nail the damn thing to the ground. He will not be pulling that tree down no matter what. That's what happens when he's got Avenger aunties and uncles."

Steve laughed. Seren made a good point.

The first bauble hit the ground and bounced around Noel. He let out a happy squeal and crawled for it.

"Mm, and what about the ornaments?" Steve asked, now a little less chucklish.

Seren placed her hands on her hips. "That's a different story."

Noel caught the bauble and sat down again. He gripped the bauble as much as he could, examined it for a moment, then threw it again. And so the cycle started again.

"Merry Christmas, cheers to chasing down baubles until the end of the year," Seren said with a wide grin on her face.

Steve wrapped an arm around her waist, bringing her closer and kissing her on the lips. "Looking forward to it, actually," he murmured with a content smile.

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mischief-lies-and-stories · 1 year ago

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Episode 6 Coherent(?) Thoughts

Okay my brain is fried from that episode, and I have things to do today so a rewatch is probably not in the foreseeable future (it is 12:55PM when I'm starting to write this queued post, and I haven't eaten yet today, if that tells you anything about what this episode has done to my brain and also what I have to get done today that I'm not doing right now and also a variety of other things that are out of my control so the anxiety's having lots of fun today okay moving on). I may do a Part 2 to the coherent thoughts for this episode, but also I'm planning a season 2 wrap-up post later this week so that might cover anything I don't talk about here. Spoilers for Loki season 2.

Okay but does he have to be there? Real talk though but does he have to be there? Does he have to be constantly watching the timelines, or is it like a knot where if he moves it all comes apart? Or once things get moving can he come and go as he pleases? Because I need him to NOT BE THE LOKI WHO REMAINS. MOBIUS, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, YOU DOOMED HIM TO THIS FATE IN EPISODE ONE.

(Oookay, starting off very sane and coherent. Clearly.)

So far I've written two poems (queued up and coming) and started two fic ideas (which might become one fic, we'll see). And I'm sure I'll be coming up with more because like fucking hell am I leaving him there alone. The fic ideas are lengthy, though, so I would not expect them before the end of the week at the absolute earliest (and I'm finally starting my new job on Monday, so that might not happen either), and are probably too long for Tumblr so I'll likely just post to AO3 and promote the link on here once it's published.

(Side note: If you want those two poems early, and they're...okay, so maybe you do, I just put all (four) of my season 2 poems in one publication on AO3. The work is called To Stay (and other poems inspired by season 2) if you're interested. Or wait for the queued posts on Monday.)

I'm obsessed with the new outfit. The horns are too funny to me but the cloak is the shit. I wish it was The Coat, but it'll do excellently. My main criticism though is what the fuck are those shoes?! Just lose the shoes, bud! Post-ego death Loki comes back barefoot; he doesn't need shoes.

Loki did not technically create Yggdrasil. Not the concept of it, at least. It's been part of Asgardian vocabulary about the realms since before he was born (I'm pretty sure it's on the mosaic in Ragnarok). What he did was take the timelines and create a literal manifestation of the World Tree in the cosmos. Whether it already existed on the sacred timeline somehow as a literal and cosmological structure holding the nine (ten) realms together in the MCU, I don't know, but since we haven't seen it up to this point I think it's safe to say that it didn't. The real question is, if Loki took all of the branches and passed through the rift and his friends could no longer see him or the timelines from the TVA, how do they know it looks like a tree now, enough to put it on their new posters?

I said this already, but he's been a tree before and CANONICALLY HE DOESN'T ENJOY IT (to be fair he usually doesn't choose to become a tree). This fate is making me distraught, and brings me back to point one, in my own personal time loop.

#loki #loki tv show #loki season 2 #loki season 2 spoilers #loki theories #loki 2x06 spoilers #loki 2x06

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untitled-writer-013 · 2 years ago

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Hi, i hope doing good. Can i have a Romantic MCU matchup please. I'm genderfluid, bisexual with male preference. I'm a Libra. I have long black wavy hair. I have thick black eyebrows, brown eyes. I always have rosy cheeks. My body is curvy with very big chest and little tummy. Also i'm 172 cm. I always have poker face. Those who know me for the first time describe me as cold, quiet, scary and distant. I'm only close to two or three people. They describe me as cold, soft inside, calm, resourceful and knowledgeable. They say I make clever jokes and I'm the mom-friend. And i hate phsyical touch. My love language is words of affirmation. And I'm a switch in a relationship. If I talk about myself, I've always been on my own. I have family problems, I was never close with my father. Even though we are side by side with my mother, we are distant. I'm just my own mom and dad. That's why I've always focused on academic achievement for salvation. And I think I'm very good at it. My hobbies are drawing, sewing, writing and researching, especially about mythology, cultures, history, fashion. I always wear my headphones and listen to music. I like silence, soft colors, being alone, flowers (especially honeysuckle), spring and breeze. I don't like crowds, noise, children, loud talkers and shiny things. I always wear colorful clothes with floral prints. I also wear interesting earrings and different printed socks. And finally, I don't really have an ideal type. I love every person. I like the fact that there are different people. -

I ship you with..

Loki Laufeyson!

You and Loki would hit it off immediately. He isn’t big on physical touch, mostly when it comes to the beginning of a relationship. He’d be more comfortable with it later on, but he’d never force it onto you. He knows all too well what it’s like to have someone cross his boundaries (Thor), so he wouldn’t ignore yours.

Loki would become interested in your hobbies, more than happy to lend his share on mythology, after all he had a bit of personal experience with it. If you needed help with researching something, he would be more than happy to look through thousands of books just to find exactly what you were looking for. Now, when it comes to looking for online resources, you may have to help him with that.

Now, Loki would insist that you never tell anyone this, but he secretly is actually very talented with a needle. In his younger years, when he spent time with his mother, they would bond over sewing different patterns. It mostly was Asgardian patterns, but he practiced more complex things in his own free time. So, if you ever wanted an extra sewing hand, Loki is more than happy to help his darling.

Loki would make sure you let yourself relax, sometimes worried that you focused so much on others that you neglected your own needs. He would take you out to the local botanical garden, mostly so you could get some fresh air but he also knew that you loved flowers. If you’d like, he would start a personal garden just for you, and he’d make sure to especially grow honeysuckle.

If you were to ever need space to yourself, Loki would make sure that anyone that needed you would come back later, making you some tea before leaving. He knows how important it is to have your own space, and to not feel overwhelmed. He’d make sure you had plenty of time to yourself, later checking in to make sure you’re doing alright.

Loki completely agrees with not liking a ton of noise. He’s had to grow up with Thor for a long time, and will purposefully pull him aside, telling him to soften his voice before starting conversation with you. If Thor were to forget his volume in the middle of the conversation, Loki would shoot him a look, quickly making Thor lower his voice while mumbling an apology.

All in all, this god is an absolute charmer when it comes to most people he interacts with, it’s in his nature. He’d love spending time with you, even if it was doing nothing at all. Because even then, he’d be spending his time with you, admiring your beauty and grace.

~fin~

author’s note: you sound like a wonderful person! he would absolutely love to spend time with you, and he’d surprise you with something handsewn, because he wants it to be personal.

#mcu matchup #marvel matchup #loki laufeyson #loki laufeyson matchup

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beyourownanchor6 · 6 months ago

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Yeah I thinj supergirl being on a separate universe really messed things up. I liked it when after Crisis On Infinite Earths they brought her inti earth prime. But by then the shows were ending, and because of covid the endings weren't even satisfying. But as a stand alone show Supergirl was one of my favorites, even with the plot holes.

Oh I actually disagree there, I think the CWDCTV universe was better than the MCU in that you could just watch parts of it and jump in at any time without needing previous knowledge of the franchise. Like I slowly dropped the shows one at a time and it still didn't impact my enjoyment of the shows/movies I wanted to watch. Meanwhile my bff wanted to watch Wandavision and asked me what else he needed to know to understand Wandavision and when I told him all the movies he had to watch, sometime just for a like 5 minutes of Wanda backstory, he asked me what he had to watch to understand those and we kept going like that and basically reverse engineering "you need to watch most of the MCU." Like he had to watch Guardians to understand their part in Infinity War, and he had to watch Infinity War to understand how Wanda lost Vision. Like it was a lot of backtracking just to understand one tv show, ya know? And like, i haven't watched most of the Thor movies, i watched one captain america movie, i didn't watch the antman movies... so a lot of stuff in the big crossover events goes over my head. Like i was watching The Marvels and at the end Kamala goes after Some Girl to start a team that I *think* will be the young avengers, and I don't know who that girl is because i didn't watch Hawkeye. I'm gonna watch thunderbolts but i already know that a lot of the backstory will go over my head cause I didn't watch Hawkeye or Black Widow.

Yeah we do. And oh, I loved it too, even if it made me very angry. It wasn't triggering or anything. But i hated how they closed Justin's arc (no spoilers in case you haven't finished it yet). And that's what my bff says! Lol me to, i've had the hots for mr. Bates since i was a teen. And yeeeees i loved Bates Motel. I shipped Norman and Dylan (i was freshly coming out of supernatural's Wincest, and hey, at least these two are only half brothers). Yeah since that last message i've thought about it more and i'm excited. The best part will be managing my diet. I'll eat so much ramen jesus christ.

Yeah, it's gonna be weird to have daredevil without foggy. Nice, glad you like punisher. He definitely is hot. And lol same.

I used beans with my mom and she understood it better! So thanks!

Oh yay for a trip, but sorry you got sunburned! Do you have moisturizer? Living in brazil i get terrible sunburns on the summer (not even like at the beach or anything. Just leaving the house to do errands is enough to get sunburned) and applying moisturizer to the sun burns always helps. My week was cool. I hooe yours was too!

rambling under the cut 😎

yea i don't remember what went on with most of those shows at the end bc i left lol. and i think arrow finished before the pandemic and was still a shitty ending lmao. well it was going downhill before that but, lol

ohhh i meant just more in the story/plot lines that marvel is better. and they always seem to have a bigger budget or something lol. idk dc movies always seem ehhh in comparison, at least to me lol. i also never really got that into most of the dc characters, so that could be a lot of it. i like some of the movies, just overall i think marvel is better. but definitely agree marvel is hard to just watch one thing randomly bc they all go together 😅 i took a couple years off a while back and had to catch up on a lot. i still haven't seen a lot of the shows and a couple of movies, but i've seen enough to understand the general plot. i usually just say whatever and go along with it if i missed something/don't understand 😆 i really enjoyed hawkeye! personally i thought black widow was ehh and unnecessary for the most part

oh yea, i hate that too 😭 that felt so unnecessary for multiple reasons. idk if you watched sons of anarchy, but i loved seeing ryan hurst again! i don't even remember his character or most of the plot of bates motel, but i did enjoy it lol. also love vera farmiga. lots of good actors in there. and of course max thieriot. he plays in that show fire country now, idk if you've heard of/watched that but it's really good! i think you'd like it if you love 911

i saw a really bad quality video of a trailer for the new daredevil and i saw foggy and the punisher in it! i definitely am more excited for that now lol

oh that's awesome! glad she understood beans 😊

thanks, and i do! i ordered one that has aloe in it too and that seems to be helping. i look less like a tomato today than i have the last couple days, so there's that 😆 hope you're having a good week so far!

#kai 👾#have a great week!

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bottombaron · 4 years ago

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gwadhhsjfk ofc i want people to interact with my nerdy drunk rants, who else am i going to get attention from 😆

plus i need to get the word out to marvel because i'm not letting this one go

and just be clear, i don't actually hate comic!Zemo, so much as i'm disinterested in him. i mean the narcissism and supremacy is already a huge turn off but it's not like that hasn't been done in compelling ways with other types of characters but instead he's just kinda,,,meh to me. it's like nobody really knows what to do with him. he's not fun enough for me to get pass the cliché villain monologues and yet it's like they don't take him seriously enough to actually confront the turn-offs of his character.

he just isn't Vegeta enough to me iykwim. and to-be-sure a lot of this has to do with my problem with long running comics from big industries. you can't possibly get consistent character growth with a million different writers all with different stories to tell.

and what's sad is comic!Zemo had a lot of potential to be a great character when he was first introduced as the Phoenix. from there i feel like they botched it. Helmut to me had always represented the generational trauma of war. that's a really fascinating, under-represented, issue to explore that an orphan of a world war would uniquely be able to tell. and they just flopped it. Helmut had great potential to represent how war leaves lasting scars even to those who've never fought in it. how it bleeds into civilian life and how younger generations are radicalized in these war torn countries and the cycle continues. Helmut Zemo forced Steve to reckon with his hand in completing the cycle for a kid that was younger than Bucky when he fought his father. in a war that everyone celebrates as being 'one of the good ones'. that's compelling! (idk maybe the world wasn't ready for 'all war is bad and leaves victims on both sides' talk about the one war americans want to feel good about)

i really do believe that bringing in a next gen!Zemo is the solution to making it about that kind of story again. younger generations are the ones who hold their seniors accountable for their failings, it's the circle of life. you're a hippy in the 60s then a Reaganite in the 80s, and the 90s you're suddenly at the thanksgiving dinner table and your kid wearing a moth-eaten nirvana tshirt is screaming at you about how you fucked up the world and it's now up to them to save it.

it can be just the thing for comic!Zemo to gain some much needed relatability as a father that need to confront the kind of world he's actually giving to his bloodline. and also benefits readers of a younger generation to have a character going through a heightened version of their current struggles in a Helmut jr. (i'm thinking of a riff on Greta Thunberg. just fed up. fuck you and fuck everyone else. really eloquent savage rants to authority, smash up a Target, etc.)

kids and young adults these days are struggling under the immense weight of their parent's sins. exploring that kind of fury and confusion and helplessness in the face of overwhelming crisis' while the adults are just consumed with a lust for power can be cathartic for many people.

they just never told the kind of stories i wanted to read (and they could have told) with comic!Zemo and, obviously, i REALLY like mcu!Zemo and want him in comics and cartoons with a blinding passion. this feels like a good way to have both.

and the only fault of this costume is that it wasn't purple, how dare you:

just here me out

look, listen, marvel comics...i'm a lil drunk but here's a genius idea

you just do with zemo what u did with fury...make some story where he has/had a kid (maybe that he didn't know about or whatever idoooo not care) and THAT zemo is our mcu!zemo and then you can keep your annoying white suprema*ist!zemo for whatever reason you'd want to and also have the superior aNTI-suprema*ist (because fuck u dad) anti-villain!zemo based on the mcu version in the comic universe too!

bam

i solved it

#i think if they ever do a disneyland ca adventure avenger's campus young avengers reboot thing #which would be a good way to introduce new versions of mcu characters and thats where you sneak him in #or a cartoon series i'm sure they're cooking up #and you just know they're thinking about their own disneyland version of the characters because ~branding~#i never bothered to finish avengers assemble because i didn't like it and it got earth's mightiest canceled #earth's mightiest was like the closest i got to loving a comic accurate zemo he was so much fun and those sword fights were awesome #btw i need nextgen!zemo to be anti steve too #for one: mcu accuracy #(he's an absolutest. my father's a suprematist and so are you here's a buzzfeed article explaining why)#but also two i need him to start off alone like in the mcu #just alone and determined and disassociated from himself with only the mission in mind #and then we get that sweet sweet found family shit i'm here for #with whom idk #bucky had cube girl and sam had torres so i guess zemo is causing chaos with kid!loki...whose dead currently but w/e fuck comics

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webslingingslasher · 2 years ago

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Do you remember?

Fun fact, I have been writing this piece off and on for about a year now. The fact I think it's finally done and ready to be shared is insane.

Pairing: MCU! Peter Parker X Stark!Reader

Genre: Fluffy, some angst.

Word Count: 6K

Summary: You told Peter you love him, he's not sure you understand what you said. You're acting like you didn't know what you said. Do you remember what you said?

Warnings: mentions of sex while intoxicated, not hammered but tipsy. no assult here baby, not on my page! also, not really stark! reader, her dad is Tony and thats it.

Peter loved and hated working with Tony alone.

Tony was the best mentor Peter could’ve dreamed of but ever since he started dating you time alone with Tony always felt off. Peter was his protege but when he became your boyfriend Tony wanted to test him further, that because his daughter had feelings for him, it was his fault. Not that he’s complaining because thank god you did but Tony didn’t have to ask questions about your relationship and back Peter in a corner with certain questions and take pride when he falters.

So when Tony told him about the sudden three day trip and they would have to do an entire suit reset and build it made him want to stomp in the lab with lead filled boots. To make matters worse he knew it would be an all night thing and you weren’t going to be around.

Tony was on one side of the lab at his own station working on the new Spider-Man suit upgrade hunched over a table, he turned every so often and would grunt at Peter looking for his approval. Peter sat on the opposite side of the lab at his own station tinkering with his web shooters, he was helping Tony update the technology with each suit upgrade; the suit got taser webs so did his shooters.

It was nearing midnight, he had been hiding in the lab for half the day with Tony. He had come over after a quick after school patrol knowing he wouldn’t be able to go out later that night. Peter showed up with a giant Delmar’s sub, the kind he could only get with a hookup. He had splurged knowing it would most likely be the last time he saw you this evening. His half of the sub had extra pickles and yours had onion, he did surrender to your request of keeping it unsmooshed. One time you gave into his claims of it being the superior way to have a sub but gagged when you told him that you “hate to break his spirits but that’s sog heaven.”

You, on the other hand, had plans with MJ to go to a small bar to watch a band play tonight. Not your style but the headliner was MJ’s favorite and she had no one else to ask. Ned promised he would have gone but bars downtown gross him out. (When MJ pointed out he had never been to a bar downtown he blinked at her and said “yeah, because they’re gross”)

When 9:30 rolled around you made your way into the lab to say goodbye to your boys. Adorned in a mid length dress to help you look a bit older than what you were, you paired it with some small heels.

“Bye Bye, I'll miss you.” You walked to your boyfriend, when he looked up from the screwdriver and disc in his hand, eyebrows furrowed, obviously not happy with his task being more frustrating than he had hoped, had smiled when he saw your face.

“Bye Bye, I’ll miss you more.” He leant up and puckered his lips and you met his mouth quickly. “Call me if you need me,” he mumbled when he pulled away, pressing two more pecks to your sticky lips.

“Bye father, love you.” You called behind your shoulder already walking towards the glass door.

“Bye daughter, be safe.” Tony shot back, not even looking up.

Then called out to you, “Heels in a bar isn’t a good idea.”

Peter smiled and watched you pout, you held a foot out and wiggled an ankle before leaving the room, definitely on your way to change into actual shoes.

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Then sometime around 11:40 Peter's phone rang, your contact photo popping up across his screen. A small smile involuntarily creeping unto his face

“It hasn't even been two hours yet!” He laughed into the phone, “Peter? It's MJ.” She didn’t laugh at his joke, his heart already speeding up. “Where’s y/n? Is she okay?” His response was quick, Tony looking around his shoulder at the kid sitting straight in the office chair.

“Yeah, sh-“ MJ couldn't even answer his question before he heard a loud voice in the background, “Is that Peter? Tell him I miss him! Where is he? Peter, where are you?” MJ pulled the phone from her ear slightly “Hold on, I'm asking him.”

“Peter!” he heard your voice cut back in whining.

“Y/N!” MJ hissed at you so you would be silenced for a moment.

“Is she-“ Peter began to form the question, MJ beating him to the punch

“Drunk? Yes. Very.” She turned to make sure you were still next to her, you twisted from side to side playing with a stand of hair mumbling to the cover song that a band was blasting through the bar rattling both of your chests.

“Peter, some men kept buying me drinks and wouldn’t take no as an answer so I need you to come save me.” You shot into the phone, tired and annoyed you just wanted your boyfriend with you.

“She kept asking for you. I gave it an hour before I called, she’s pretty drunk.” She sighed into the phone a little disappointed she wouldn’t see the last performance.

“I'll be there in 10 minutes. Wait outside if it’s safe.” He instructed MJ before hanging up and standing on his feet.

He looked at his mentor and girlfriend's dad who was already staring at him. “Y/N got drunk at the bar and wants me to come get her.” He filled Tony in so he wouldn’t panic like Peter had.

“Like father, like daughter.” He chuckled before turning back around to get the update time on the suit and sighed at the estimated time.

“I'm going to get her and help her to bed then we can finish, okay Mr Stark?” Peter asked his boss.

“Get her home in one piece.” He waved him off.

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“How long is ten minutes?” You asked MJ.

You were sitting outside the small bar, vines pressing into your backs where they were growing up the wall, dust settling into your bare thighs.

“Ten minutes”. She quickly replied

“Oh. Okay.” You swept your hand over some dirt in the concrete. You were silent for less than ten seconds, “It hasn’t been ten minutes?” You scrunch your face.

“It’s been-“ She pauses to look at your phone, “Seven minutes.” You nod.

“You know one of the things I love about Peter is that he’s very punctual.” You gave MJ a knowing look, “when he actually shows up I mean.” She nodded knowing what you meant.

“He's still a really good boyfriend though.” You begin plucking weeds growing between the concrete cracks.

“I miss Peter, has it been ten minutes?” You went to look at MJ once more when you heard

“I missed you too, and it’s been nine minutes.” You gasped at the boy in front of you, surprised as if you weren't aware he’d be showing up.

You looked at MJ next to you and slapped her arm, “See! what did I tell you, punctual!”

You raised your hands palm up gripping at Peter so he could help pull you up. Once you were standing he pulled you into his side tightly placing you under an arm so you wouldn’t wobble when he offered his hand to MJ.

Before all three of you could walk away from the bar you looked at Peter “I missed you. Can I have a kiss now please?” you already had your mouth in his face, not really giving him a choice but he laughed anyway and gave you three quick kisses.

You pulled back looking at your boyfriend, a lust driven haze swallowed your eyes “Can we have sex when we get home?” You asked. Peter choked on his air and MJ busted out laughing, your eyes swept from MJ to Peter not understanding the joke until Peter said “not in front of our friends.”

Peter gave MJ the car to get home and walked you the shortest distance home, figuring the walk would help sober you up.

“And then I told him I was only a baby and he was still buying me drinks! I was okay with one or two but then he wouldn’t stop telling me to drink and I was wasting alcohol and then I got really scared.” You were explaining the night to Peter, talking with your hands, watching your face shift into a million emotions.

“Is that when MJ called me?” Peter continued to learn the story

You nodded frantically, “Yes. Thank you for saving me.” You smiled at him before interlocking your hands and swinging them.

“I love dating Peter, don't get me wrong but I like when I get to date Spider-Man too.”

“Can I piggyback?” You huffed in the middle of the street, annoyed with walking.

Peter knelt down in front of you and hooked his hand around your knees to help push you around his back, the perks to a super strength boyfriend- they can carry you for miles.

Resting a chin on his shoulder you had your arms wrapped around his neck one hand loosely pointing at objects and giving them a life story, “and that lamp post Petey, imagine the things it’s seen. Imagine how long it’s been there!”

Talking to him about the things you saw on the way home from “way up here!” and a small game of i-spy you kept losing because you kept forgetting what color Peter said he saw.

“Can we have sex?” You whispered in his ear, cautious to look around you to avoid the embarrassment he had the first time you asked.

“Let me get you home first and ready for bed.” He replied sternly before lifting you higher on his back.

“Okay!” You took that as a win, and settled back into his shoulder.

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“Are you hungry?” Were the first words Peter asked when you walked into the kitchen.

“Oh my god, I was just about to say I was starving.” Your eyes widened at him, “We are seriously made for eachother.” You clapped him on the chest before asking him for a bowl of cereal.

Two bowls of Coco Pops later, Peter had finally gotten you upstairs in your room and had helped you undress.

“What pajamas do you want?” He stood in your closet waiting for you to tell him what shirt.

“Yours!” You yipped back.

“Mine what?” He looked down at himself, he was wearing a normal outfit. Jeans, shirt, hoodie.

“Shirt.” You pointed at his shirt, and so did he. “The one I'm wearing?” His girlfriend nodded her head enthusiastically, taking her bra off as he shrugged his shoulders and gave her what she wanted.

“Wash your face, brush your teeth.” He instructed her next. He watched her stand in the mirror for a minute, “do you need any help?” she shook her head.

“I'm going to go update your dad, I’ll be right back okay?” He waited for an answer before leaving, zipping his hoodie over his bare skin.

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“Y/N‘s okay.” Peter knocked on the glass next to him so he wouldn’t sneak up on Tony.

“Good, is she in bed?” He was ready to finish for the night, they were set back a good thirty minutes to an hour now.

He shook his head, “She’s brushing her teeth and wants me to stay with her until she falls asleep. It won’t be long though.” He promises.

“Take care of her.” The elder Stark waved him off once more.

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“Okay I read this at least four times in the mirror,” you turned when you saw your boyfriend reappear behind you. “And I still don’t understand what it means.” You were referencing the shirt you were in. It had a science joke on it, or maybe math.

“It says find x, and the x is circled.”

“oooooh,” You dragged out. “I knew that.” You quickly added.

You stepped in front of him and gave him a hug, holding on, you looked up “teeth brushed, face washed, can we have sex now?”

Peter brushed some hair from your face, “are you okay?” He asked quietly.

“Are you asking if I'm sober?” You kissed his palm.

“What's the last ten letters of the alphabet backwards?” Peter asked, holding your hand with one and scratching down your back with another.

“z,y,x,w,v,u,t,s,r,q” You replied

“Who won the 2016 presidential election?”

“Don’t make me say it.” You bit back.

Peter muffled a laugh, “How many fingers am I holding up?” He lifted his hand in a peace sign, you squint your eyes and concentrated, “Twelve.”

“Seems sober to me.” He told you.

“Sex time?” You looked up at him.

“Sex time.” He deadpanned.

“Fuck yes! You’re the best boyfriend ever. I love you.” You squealed and pressed a fast kiss to his mouth before you hopped into your bed, fixing the pillows.

Peter stood solid in the ground. He wasn’t sure if you were so sober now, his heart was suddenly red hot and he felt like he needed to lay down. Those words had never come from your mouth before and you shot them with such ease it almost unsettled him.

He loves you. He knows that for certain, he just didn’t know you did. And he’s not even sure you understand what you just said because his ears are ringing and you're humming on your bed kicking your feet.

“Y/N?” he cautions your name, before he goes forward with the kisses and coos he wants to be sure they’re on the same page

“Peter!” You call back.

“Are you gonna get me naked or am I gonna get me naked?” You asked him before he was able to say anything more to you.

Peter started to unzip his hoodie, he figured if she was playing dumb so would he.

Drunk words sober thoughts rant in the back of his head but he pushed that to the back of his mind. He could analyze this another day, as of right now his beautiful tipsy girlfriend was begging him for sex and he wasn’t going to let her down.

Walking his way towards you he bent down to kiss you before getting on top of you, not missing the loud squeal you produced when he ran his hands under the shirt you were wearing preparing to take it off.

He pulled back slightly looking down at your wide eyes sparkling in the moonlight creeping between the cracks in the blinds.

Your cheeks flushed and a cheek hurting smile adored your face, he’s never loved you more in this moment but instead of filling you in on his thoughts he whispered a “Shhh..” before placing his lips on yours delicately.

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Watching you sleep on Peter's chest has never felt like this before.

He’s always thought you were beautiful, and he always thought he loved you but having your weight on him, soft snores coming from your mouth while his hands ran down your naked back he felt different.

When you told him you loved him, intentional or not, something changed. He felt it immediately.

Peter had always been caring and would stop at nothing to keep you safe but after tonight the feeling deepened. It went from keeping you safe to a sense of protection, he felt like it was his personal duty to harm whatever came in your path.

He moved a piece of hair from your face as it dawned on him, he told himself “I would kill for her.” He felt his heart get loud in his chest and ears and felt his feet clam up, he hadn’t felt like this before.

It’s never been so black and white, he knew at that moment had everyone ever tried to hurt you he would do anything in his power possible to keep you safe and protected.

And suddenly he had to leave. He didn’t like that feeling. He's a good guy, he’s the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, he keeps the city safe. So the idea of him being so okay with hurting anyone who ever tries to touch you scares him.

He was thinking like a villain; heros will protect the many at the cost of one but villains protect one at the cost of many, and he would destroy New York for you.

Gently removing himself from the bed he slowly gets dressed before heading back to the lab with your dad to finish the nightly task before the early morning.

Sliding back into the lab he threw himself down into the chair focused on his web shooters.

“Are you okay?” Tony asked the protege already sensing something was off, standing to his full height and turning to Peter directly.

Peter didn’t look up but responded, “She said she loves me”

Tony's eyebrows went up, “Did you say it back?”

“No. I don't even think she realized she said it.” He twisted the screwdriver in his hand.

“Is that why you're upset?” Tony asked back, arms crossed over his shoulders.

“No.” Peter shook his head, he didn’t want to have this conversation with his girlfriend's dad but seeing as he was also a superhero he was probably one of the only people that could truly understand it.

“She was laying on top of me just sleeping, and this feeling came over me and sent me into a panic. I always thought I would protect my friends and May the best I could but just seeing her tonight I realized that I would die for her.” He paused, “I would kill for her.” Peter finally looked up and locked eyes with his mentor and girlfriends father hoping he would understand

He nodded, letting him continue “I've never felt that way before. I feel responsible for keeping my city safe but I've never felt responsible for another person before.”

“And it’s fucking terrifying.” He let out in a breath, his chest already feeling lighter. “I really love her, Mr. Stark.” His eyes started to sting, whether it was from tears or exhaustion he wasn’t sure.

Tony nodded his head before coming closer and sitting across the bench from him.

“When Y/N was born, after I held her for the first time I told everyone I was going downstairs for coffee but I actually went into the garden and just cried because I had never had a feeling like that before in my life.” He spoke softly but sincerely.

“When Y/N told me how much she had liked you before she even told you I immediately felt a pressure coming off of me, because I knew no matter what she was always going to be safe and cared for with you.”

“It’s scary to feel so strongly about someone else but seeing it recipucated makes it all worth it, and super powers or not Y/N would die for you too. Not that you’d ever let her.” He laughed at the end, but meant every word. His daughter was one of the strongest people he knew.

Peter smiled at that.

“I know.”

Tony slapped his hand on the table, “Now how about you say we finish this up and get a few hours of sleep in before the trip tomorrow?”

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About an hour later you woke up, groggy with a pounding headache and an empty bed. Pulling yourself to the bathroom to pee, you put Peter's shirt back on and some slippers before making your way to the lab.

Walking in Peter's head looked up at you before clicking his tongue at you, “What are you doing up?” he joked.

“What are you not doing in bed with me?” You asked back before sitting down on his lap, your head falling into his neck.

He wrapped his arm around you holding his web shooter in one and screwdriver in the other still trying to piece them back together.

“How much longer?” You asked huffing at the fluorescent lighting.

“Maybe 10 minutes.” Peter replied softly knowing you're still on the brink of sleep.

“I have a really bad headache.” He could feel you frowning in his neck.

Pausing his hand movements he pulled you tighter “Do you want me to get you some medicine?”

You nodded but tightened your hold on him when he went to stand up, “you can finish first, I’ll just sleep here.” You snuggled deeper into him finally finding the perfect position that blocked all the lights out.

Peter went back to working and sure enough felt your body get heavier and a bit more loose as you actually dropped back to sleep.

Ten minutes ended up being almost twenty five but once he was done and Tony left the lab with a “Goodnight, be ready by 7:15,” He had started to run his hand down your back trying to slowly wake you back up.

“Let's go to bed, okay?” He whispered in your ear.

Still more than half asleep, you nodded but kept your eyes closed and pressed yourself to Peter so he would keep you balanced while he walked you to your room.

Stopping at the kitchen to get you a water bottle and some pills for your headache and then finally back to your room to cuddle for the night.

When you finally laid back into bed with him you shoved your face into his bare chest, your legs intertwined with his, you grabbed onto his hair with one hand too tired to scratch at it. He nudged you anyways and you started to run your fingers through his curls and he gave a contempt sigh, you shuffled your hips closer to his and pressed around his body tighter.

You broke the quiet moment with a whisper.

“You’re not allowed to leave.”

Peter laid his head on top of yours.

“You know what I hate about Spider-Man?”

No. He never talks bad about his alter ego, always going on about responsibilities and stopping bad things from happening, he has never complained or ragged on him. You shook your head into his chest, your hand still reached over your head, still dragging fingers through his own.

“I hate we’re two people in the same body. Sometimes when I take off the suit I wish I was actually taking it off. Like, I lost all responsibilities and I was just Peter Parker. A normal 18 year old, about to graduate having a dope ass intern gig and dating Tony Stark’s daughter and not sharing that with Spider-Man. I wish it was a switch I could turn on and off, and when I'm with you, I really hate having to leave to go be, him.”

He sighed and you tugged at his hair to show you were listening and waiting for more.

“Sometimes, it just feels,” Peter stopped when his voice cracked. You knew that was a warning sign from Peter, he was about to cry. He laughed to hide a sob, he stayed quiet. You stayed on his chest, you turned your mouth in to press three small kisses, “Feels like what?” You whispered against his skin.

He shook his head, if he stayed silent one more time you knew he was already crying but trying to hide it. “Petey?” Your head bounced from his chest when he let out a sob, his breathing getting loud, you sat up to face him watching him hold a hand over his mouth as another one was on his chest trying to ground his breaths. Tears were flowing down his cheeks, he choked out another sob on his hand, you tried to pull his head to your chest but he pushed you away.

"It just feels unfair."

You’ve only seen him this bad once before, it was after a mental breakdown, similar to this one. It was just a combination of everything happening at once.

He and you had a fight, May was mad about something, he was getting his ass beat nightly and couldn’t even catch the guy and couldn’t get Tony to help because he pissed off his girlfriend, and therefore Tony was pissed at Peter.

And he was trying to study for the upcoming SAT while trying not to think of you being mad at him and how he was going to fix that, while also thinking about that guy still kicking his ass and his suit tech failing after various beatings but he was banned from the tower until he made up with Y/N, per word of her father.

And, trying not to think about May being pissed about something still, and not remembering what it was but it was probably a big fuck up on his end and reached his breaking point while in this spiral May came through his door and asked him “Why haven’t you taken the trash out? Or brought the laundry down? Or wash the dishes? Or anything I asked you?” Her tone was bitter, she sure was pissed.

Then Peter turned his head to his desk, saw his phone resting on his PSAT workbook unlocked with your messages open but with nothing new. He snapped the pencil in his hand and sobbed. He cried so hard and suddenly May ran to him to grab him from dropping to the floor, “Peter?” He wouldn’t stop, he was babbling between not being able to breathe, his sobs were full of chokes and coughs.

“Sorry-” “Tired” “Y/N” “Fight” “Banned” “Stressed” “Sacred” Were bits and pieces of the words May heard from him, sorry was a favorite he was using on loop. “Peter, what can I do? You need to calm down.” She was rubbing at his chest like she did when he was a baby, it would always calm him down. Sometimes she would catch you doing the same thing, “Y/N” He nearly screamed it with his cry, “I can call her, I can call her,” May fumbled for her phone in her pocket.

You looked at your phone light up with May’s contact photo, your brows furrowed. She never calls you. Texts, sure. But Calls? No. You almost thought it was Peter but you didn’t block his number or anything so there was no reason.

“Hello?”

She heard cries and heaving breathing in the background

“Y/N, you need to come over right now.”

May was quick to the point. You heard a chorus of ‘Sorry’ in the background and coughing and sniffles.

“Is he okay?”

“No.”

Your heart hurts. You’ve never heard anything like this from him.

“I’m on my way. Can he hold the phone?”

You heard May ask the question, a shuffling sound played, the trading of hands.

You knew Peter was on the phone, the sobs ceased but he still couldn’t catch his breath, you heard sharp quick intakes every few seconds, no doubt tears still falling down his face.

“Peter? Petey, listen to me. I’m on my way to come see you, okay? I need you to catch your breath, can you do that? I’m coming, Peter. I promise.”

“M’ Sorry.” His voice was squeaky, he was forcing the words out.

“I’m not mad. I’m not mad I promise. I just miss you and want you to be okay. I’m on my way right now.”

“Okay.”

“Okay? I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

He pushed the phone back to May and she ended the call. His crying stopped, his breathing slowed. He was calm for a couple minutes. Then he remembered the fight, again. And about the SAT’s and how he’s still not done with that guy from three nights ago and started all over again.

You remember how broken he looked then, how stress piled on him and crushed him entirely. His plate was so overloaded it cracked the glass. You sat next to him on the floor and straddled his hips, you pressed yourself to him and repeated ‘I’m here’ over and over.

But tonight he was rejecting your help.

“It just feels so unfair”

He felt so shameful using these words. It was his secret, he always thought about it but there was nothing he could change about it so why complain?

“It is unfair, Pete.”

“It’s really unfair,” You added. “It really sucks you have to miss out on things in your life to do things in another life you didn’t ask for. It’s actually kind of shitty, I don’t know how you don’t complain more.” You were honest but you got a laugh from Peter and kept going, you were slowing his brain.

“Seriously, babe. Could you imagine if I had powers? Do you know how much I would drag on about it? ‘Oh my god, I had to, like, save a child today. Ugh,’ Or, i’d be like, ‘bro they asked me to hold a ferry together, ME!’” You smiled at Peter’s face brightening up. “I would never shut up about it. You’re braver than the marines for never talking shit on the web man.”

“Web man?” He gave a guttural laugh

“You’re a good person and you don’t deserve half the shit life throws at you.”

“What’s the other half of shit I do deserve?”

“Me.”

Peter sighed and laid on you this time. He kissed your temple, they didn’t need to say anything more. He was soaking up this moment, in just five hours he would be up and on a quinjet to a top secret location he would find out on the way, and be missing your warmth for three days. He would normally tell you he would never deserve you but he let you win tonight.

“Good night, baby.”

“Good night, Petey.”

Peter woke to Tony pushing on his shoulder, “Get up kid, let’s go.” He lifted his head from his girlfriend's shoulder and turned towards Tony and gave him a death glare.

He removed himself from the bed with a groan when Tony left the room. Peter watched your body lay unmoving and moved around the room silently collecting his things. He pulled on his suit and folded up his clothes on the floor and grabbed his phone and the small bag he would be taking with him on the trip.

He moved to your side of the bed, you were still squished in as if Peter’s weight was still resting on you, soft snores billowed from your mouth, hair combed around your face and he moved his hand across your forehead to clear it. When he moved his hand across your face you lent into it, a subconscious movement that had you leaning into his touch. He sighed and felt upset to be leaving, it would only be two nights away, he could deal with that.

“Hey baby?” He lent down to kiss across your face, trying to wake you to say goodbye always hurt him.

You whined and pressed your cheek further into the pillow. Peter kissed the cheek facing him a few times before he tried again.

“Baby, I’m leaving. Give me a kiss before I go.”

Your eyes opened for a moment seeing your boyfriend sitting over you, his red and blue suit contoured to his body. It was too early for him to be Spider-Man.

“It’s too early for Spidey.”

“I know. It’s a good thing he can sleep on the plane.”

You opened your eyes again, awake for now. You studied his face, he looked okay.

“I thought we said you were staying home.”

“Next time,” he smiled.

He would’ve added a ‘promise’ to it but he wouldn��t make a promise to something he knew he couldn’t keep.

You make a ‘psh’ sound, “Yeah, right.”

“Two minutes, Underoos.” Tony’s voice belted from the hallway.

“C’mon. One kiss, and I’ll be back before you miss me.”

You leaned up to kiss him. It was a soft kiss, a goodbye kiss, an I’ll miss you kiss, an be safe, I need you kiss.

He pulled away and turned to leave when you called from the bed,

“I love you, Peter. Be safe.”

His head never whipped around so quickly, his face with a smile you’ve never seen before.

“You remember!”

He wanted to tell you those words last night so badly but was terrified you said it in a moment of recklessness and wanted to make sure they counted when he said them.

He jumped full force onto the bed barely catching himself before he flattened you. He was pressing kisses all over your face while you were giggling trying to push him off, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” was thrown with each kiss to a new spot.

“Of course I remember! I love you and I want you to know it.”

“I love you too, and I want you to know it.”

Tony interrupted the moment,

“Now. Spider.”

He nodded at you, “Be careful when I’m gone Y/N. You need either one of us just call, we’ll be around. I’ll see you in three days, okay?”

“Okay. Bye dad. I love you, be safe.”

Tony looked to Peter for him to follow him out of the room.

“I love you Petey.”

“I love you too.”

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