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itsthestutterforme · 11 months ago

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“The Look of Love” 1/2 (Steve Rogers x ex!reader)

Summary: After Steve got back from D.C., he made a decision he would soon regret. Now he wants to try and out the pieces back together.

Prompt Credit @promptsforthestrugglingauthor : “Do you love me?” “Do you even have to ask?”

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, story is set in Avengers: Age of Ultron, minors DNI

You clicked rewatch for the third time on your tv, settling back into the covers. You curled up into a ball and wrapped your blanket over your shoulders so only your head was peeking out. More tears continued to free fall when you feel your mind receding into the memories you and Steve shared.

You genuinely thought Steve was your person. And you thought you were his person, but you quickly realized that wasn’t the case. You had to be honest and say you stopped listening after he said, “I don’t think I’m good for you, Y/N.”

It made no sense, really. You thought things were going well. Sure him going on missions could be taxing in the relationship but you made it work. He always came back to you. But when he came back from D.C. after taking down SHIELD, he hasn’t been the same.

It was when the two of you hung out since D.C that he decided to break things off. He wasn’t himself but it wasn’t your place to ask anymore. But you hoped that he finds what he was looking for.

You heard a few knocks at the door and further snuggled into the covers. “Y/N, open the door. It’s Natasha,” her raspy voice calls from the door. “And Maria,” she adds. Letting out a sigh, you lifted from the bed and walked to the door. You closed your robe around your frame before opening the door.

“Oh sweetie,” Maria starts, pulling you in for a hug. Wrapping your arms around her, more tears blurred your visions and your throat burn the longer you held back your sobs. Natasha files in behind Maria and closes the door to your apartment. “I’m gonna kill him,” Natasha says, rubbing your back warmly.

“Please don’t. He isn’t a bad guy. He’s just going through something,” you croaked, sniffling occasionally. “I’m sorry I didn’t answer your texts. I just..” “You don’t have to explain yourself, Y/N. We understand,” Maria says once she pulls away.

“How you eaten anything today?” You shook your head no, causing your hair to shake under your bonnet. “Let’s get some food in your system first,” “Why? What’s wrong?” “Nothing is wrong. It’s just that Tony is having a party and he wanted to make sure you were still coming.” Maria explains.

“I’m sure he’s invited half of New York. Why does Tony care whether I go to his party?” “He wanted to make sure you knew you belonged with us, even if you’re not dating Steve.” Natasha states.

“He said that?” Tears swelled in your eyes and you huffed in annoyance. “I’m so tired of being emotional and crying over everything. I’m sorry.” You pressed your palm to your forehead and tried to take a deep breath.

“Hey, we got time. You don’t have to rush anything into anything. You know what? Who cares, we can all stay in.” Maria offers. “No, no. I’ll.. I’ll at least try to make it.” Natasha and Maria shared a look and Natasha opens the door back up again.

She reached down and pulled out a duffel bag with a gorgeous navy blue dress covered in a plastic wrap. “That’s what I was hoping you’d say,” she says, handing you the dress. “Guys, you didn’t have to get me a..” you trail off when you see Natasha purse her lips. “Tony got for me, didn’t he?”

“I would love to take credit for it, but yes. Say what you want about Tony, but he has taste.” Natasha says, making you chuckle. “You do have a point,” you took a closer look at the dress. “Is this Givenchy?” You asked, turning the dress around to face them. “Yes it is,” “I’m going to kill him,”

“Like I said, we have time so let’s get you some food first before we work our magic,”

“Do you still feel good about it?” Sam asks Steve when he racks the pool balls. “I never felt good about it. I didn’t even want to do it. I didn’t want to drag her along with everything that’s happened with Bucky. That’s not what she signed up for.” Steve explains. “So you didn’t want to break up with her?”

“No,” “Have you considered getting back together?” “I’ve been to her apartment a few times but then I hear her crying. And I don’t want to put her through any more pain.” Steve explain, running a hand over his face.

“As much as I want to fix it. I don’t know if I can.” He adds and Sam’s gaze falls to the new group that filed out of the elevator once it opened. “Well it looks like you have your chance,” he tilts his head behind Steve, causing him to turn around and see you with Natasha and Maria.

You were never one for taking revenge because you refused to indulge in pettiness. But it felt nice to have so many eyes on you. You continued to scan the room and you were about to make eye contact with Steve when Natasha grabbed your hand, leading you to the bar.

Steve inhale sharply as he takes all of you in. You’ve worn dresses before but none this revealing. The silk dress was a gorgeous, navy that almost matched the color of Steve’s shirt. You move to sit down on one of the stool and that’s when he noticed the dress was backless. The dress hugged your curves beautifully, outlining the body he used to run his hands over every morning before work.

Your senegalese twists trailed down your toned back just enough to cover the monarch butterfly tattoo you have on the center of your back. But the tattoo would reveal itself whenever you turned to look at Maria and Natasha when they were talking. You looked delectable. Steve thought to himself.

Steve’s jaw clenched when he noticed a group of men looking at you the same way he was. He had no right to feel any protectiveness towards you. You weren’t his anymore. You could talk to anyone you wanted. Flirt with anyone you wanted.

You were completely oblivious to it, on purpose if you might add. If you didn’t engage with anyone, they are less likely to approach you. Or so you thought, but the crowd that Tony runs with are very bold. And you’re not entirely sure if you liked that.

“Y/N!” Tony greets once he noticed you at the bar. He crossed the room to give you a hug and some of his friends followed. “Hi Tony. Thank you so much for the dress.” You said, standing from the stool and wrapping your arms around him. “Dresses are just a piece of fabric. This,” he gestures to your body, “Is all you,”

“Thank you,” your face felt hot from the attention you were getting. “Has he tried to come talk to you yet?” He asked and you shook your head no. “Truthfully, I’ve been trying to avoid eye contact the entire time.” You whispered to him. “You are very funny,” he says with a chuckle but you were dead serious.

Tony introduced you to some of his posse and you were met with a lingering stares and ginger kisses to your knuckles. Steve damn near broke the pool stick and Sam had to nudge him to stop staring so hard. “Sorry,” he mumbled. He lifts the triangle and offered Sam to break.

Most of Tony’s posse went over the couch to talk more comfortably. However there was a man who lingered. Maria went over to talk with Tony and Natasha was flirting with Banner, leaving him with the perfect opportunity. “You mind if I sit here?” The man asks you. “Nope I don’t mind,” you took a sip of your Mai Tai, trying not to make a face.

“Not much of a drinker, huh?” He says. “Not normally. I’m a social drinker and that’s about it.” “I’m sorry, did Tony introduce us?” You added. “Ouch. Am I that forgettable?” “No, not at all. There was just a lot of names to remember and I-“ “It’s okay, sweetheart. No need to fret. I’ll gladly reintroduce myself to an angel like yourself. I’m Bruce,”

You shift a little in your seat the longer you two talked, not particularly liking this conversation with Bruce. And you definitely didn’t like his predatory eyes raking your form. “I have to go to the bathroom. Excuse me.” You tried to stand from the stool and Bruce caught your arm.

“Is that code for something, honey?” “Let go of me,” you said sternly. “Steve,” Sam alerts his friend once he sees what was going on. Maria noticed the interaction and stood from her chair. Once she noticed Steve dropping the pool stick and making his way towards you, she sat back down but still kept an eye on you. “Come on, sweetheart. Don’t be such a prude.” Fed up with his persistence, you grab his wrist and twisted down.

“Ow, ow, let me go you bitch! Ah!” You twisted his wrist even harder when you heard someone approach. You froze when you heard Steve say, “What did you just say?” You let go of Bruce’s wrist and looked to Steve. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw how pissed Steve was.

His eyes narrowed at Bruce who now cradles his hand against his body. “Look man, I didn’t know she was your girlfriend, okay? It was a mistake.” “You’re damn right it was a mistake. Get the hell out of here before you ended up with a broken jaw and a sprained wrist.” He closed the gap between him and Bruce.

Your lips parted in shock from Steve’s reaction. “A-alright man,” Bruce stammers, standing from the stool. “I’ll walk you out,” Sam says, following him to the elevators. You were thankful the scene didn’t completely stop the party because that would have been embarrassing to say the least.

Steve’s gaze fell to you and you quickly closed your mouth. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken like that in front of you,” he apologized.

“It’s alright.. and you don’t have to worry about me reading between the lines and seeing something that’s not there. I know you would have done the same thing had it been someone else.” You explain, fiddling with your necklace anxiously.

“It wasn’t just anyone else. It was you,” you abruptly stopped touching your necklace when he stares at you with anticipation. He opens his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He felt like an absolute idiot trying to talk to you. You drank the rest of your Mai Thai in one go. “Could I have a shot of whiskey please?” You asked the bartender. “Make that two,” he corrects.

“I’m sorry for interrupting. I’m sure you and Sam were having fun. You should go back.” you stated. “Do you want me to go back?” “You don’t have to ask me, Steve. We’re not..” you trail off and let out a breath.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you, Y/N. I swear, I just-“ “You don’t have to explain anything to me, Steve. I’m sure you had a good reason and anything else you’ll say will just confuse me so please.”

He presses his lips together and nodded in understanding. “I want to make things right,” Rather than answering, you took your shot and when Steve reached for his, you drank his too. His eyes met yours again and with that you left the bar.

Natasha flags you down and motions you to sit next to her. “Everything alright?” “Yeah. I think I’m going to go actually. I’m starting to get tired.” “No, don’t go. We were about to play a game,” Tony offers. With so many eyes on you, your face felt hot for the second time that night. Tony smiled once you caved and agreed to stay for a bit longer.

As the night continued, more and more people left and now it left the original Avengers and close friends. Sure you were among friends but you felt that you overstayed your welcome and wanted to go home. Not to mention, Sam left too so Steve’s attention was solely on you.

He had sat on the couch in front of you, occasionally looking over at you to see your reaction to the conversation. “Looks like it’s about that time to go,” you state, standing from the couch to stretch. You were met with groans of dissatisfaction and pleads to stay.

“I am not a party animal like some people,” you playfully snap at Tony. “But think of how unstoppable you’ll be,” Tony offers. “Do you want me to take you home?” Maria suggests and you shook your head no.

“No I’ll just call an Uber. I’ll be okay,” you exchanged hugs with everyone, leaving Tony last. “You sure?” Natasha asks. “Of course,” you state, pressing a kiss to Tony’s cheek and gave him a small hug. “Well in that case, I trust that Cap will walk you out,” he says when you pull away.

Before you knew it, Steve was by your side and you sent Tony a glare. To which he responded with a wink. You and Steve walked towards the elevator, his hands stuffed in his pockets while you typed in Tony’s address for the Uber. “I could take you home if you want,” Steve offered when the elevator opened and the two of you walked in.

The elevator closed and you clicked the button for the lobby. You clicked out out of the Uber and bit your lip anxiously. When he noticed your hesitance, he added, “Or not. That’s okay. I don’t want to make to you feel uncomfortable,”

“I just don’t want to get my hopes up, Steve. You.. you make it very easy to fall in love with you and I don’t want to see something that isn’t there.” “It’s there, Y/N. You’re not seeing things. I’m right here.” He steps closer to you just as the elevator dings open.

You stared at each other for a moment, wondering where to go from here. “Do you love me?” You asked after a long pause. “Do you even have to ask?” He brushes some of your twists off your shoulder.

“Then we should have that talk,”

#steve rogers x black!reader #steve rodgers x reader #black!reader #marvel

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jinxquickfoot · 1 year ago

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So I finished my Age of Ultron rewatch. It's been a couple of years since I last saw it, and here are some random thoughts I had on it:

Things I will maintain I like about this movie:

It has some of my favorite jokes in the MCU, and they're usually the little moments. The little nod of validation Rhodey makes after getting a laugh at his "Boom! You looking for this?" story. Clint telling Steve he's no match for Ultron and Steve replying with, "Thanks, Barton". Clint's "Yeah, you better run" after Pietro has long since disappeared with Wanda, there are loads of them.

I like Vision, Wanda and Pietro. Despite being secondary characters with not a huge amount of screen time, Wanda and Pietro feel like real people with real backstories, and Paul Bettany is wonderful the first time we see him as Vis.

It's the only movie we get to see the Original 6 hang out as friends.

I love that Fury randomly shows up in the middle and is like "let me make a sandwich while we discuss how not to let the world end also by the way hi Tony I really care about you"

Other casual appearances of other MCU characters, something that is so lacking Phase 4 onwards. Sam being at the party and Thor going to Selvig for help makes the world feel lived in.

RDJ's never dropped the ball as Tony but his performance really stuck out to me here, god he's good

Steve and Thor have multiple moments of teaming up and working together, what an underrated duo

Hulk vs Iron Man suit inside an Iron Man Suit fight

The Avengers do their best to evacuate Sokovia before Ultron attacks, which does not excuse the amount of damage caused there, but I do think is a plot point everyone forgets about (myself included)

And things that annoy me (skipping over the stuff everyone talks about like the Natasha/Bruce plot):

I hate how Joss Whedon writes Steve, both here and in Avengers. He only feels like Steve when he's being given jokes, otherwise he is so self-serious and stiff, the core of Steve is his heart and it is nowhere to be found in this movie

The movie spends so long setting up character arcs that feel promising and have no payoff. What is the point of Laura telling Clint the Avengers need him if he's going to retire at the end of the movie. Steve has several references to finding home in a way that doesn't go anywhere (Until Endgame, I guess). Don't get me started on Natasha.

It's trying so hard to have a theme but it never says anything unique. Bruce, Tony, Natasha and Vision all refer to themselves as monsters. Ultron decides that the Avengers are the bad guys. Steve has a speech all about proving they're not the monsters Ultron says they are. Based on WHAT? What is the message of this movie?? That the Avengers are better than the evil AI who wants to kill everyone?

(I half-feel there was a previous draft where Clint was their heart, or something, or he died and they were like whelp Phil Coulson 2.0 let's go avenge him, and the random pieces of that are still floating around the script with nowhere to go)

NO ONE is remotely concerned enough when their friends are getting hurt (maybe just the hurt/comfort lover in me, but still.) Natasha comes across as the only person who cares when Clint sustains a life-threatening injury. No one seems to be bothered that Natasha is being held captive by a psychotic supervillain. Tony shows more emotion over a fictional future where they die than when someone is actually in danger.

They really could have had a premise where they weren't allowed to access technology at all and could have gone retro with everything and they didn't and that just feels like a wasted opportunity. Clint and Natasha digging out old spy tech. Steve being like "Yes! This is familiar! I got this!" Tony making genius inventions out of tech from fifty years ago. Come on, it was right there.

#thanks for coming to my ted talk #age of ultron #mcu #marvel #avengers #thoughts

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foursthemagicknumber · 1 month ago

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Essay on erasure under cut

@roze-realm @kis5ki5skai

The Marvel Cinematic Universe has a very big problem: the erasure of minorities in their characters. They continuously change parts of characters in order to appeal to a larger demographic of audiences. When in reality- the Marvel comics were never about that. In comics we have characters that aren’t even subtle about being minorities. There’s even an entire franchise based around the idea of superpowers creating a minority that faces major discrimination. All whilst telling a cohesive story. In the movies however, the characters that are portrayed as a minority like in comics don’t get a good story.

This is most present in a certain family. The Maximoff’s are a jewish-romani family. However in age of ultron where the scarlet witch and her brother were introduced they are cast as white. As well as had them work with literal nazis. Not only that but the movie immediately killed off one half of the twins. Peitro despite at least keeping his name unlike his X-Movies counterpart, was somehow shot to death by bullet’s he is meant to be faster than.

In the new show Agatha all along they cast Joe Locke as Billy Kaplan. Many may argue that Agatha all along is playing the representation game well, having a mainly female cast with a black and asian characters and the only male on board being established gay and jewish. However this view fails to point out the fact that we only ever see William Kaplan as portrayed as jewish. Any associations to religion with Billy Maximoff, who appears to be a completely different character, are to witchcraft adjacent religions such as wiccan and paganism. This paired with the fact that by extension of his mother’s erased romani identity, his was erased as well, it’s not looking good for him. Fortunately there’s still hope for his brother.

Now as much as a good example as the Maimoff family is, there are many others. Such as, America Chavez. Now my knowledge on the comic book character is limited due to the fact that simply haven’t gotten there yet, however I know quite a bit about her appearance in Marvel Rising, a series of short films focusing on new jersey hero’s such as Ms. Marvel or Inferno. And in such she was displayed as a dark skinned Spanish aligned queer woman working a job that was barely paying for her schooling. And in multiverse of madness, she’s practically the definition of white washing. Not to mention the down play of her character’s strengths and sass. Everything that makes America, America is taken away. It’s one thing to play down what makes a character a minority but that alongside with the down play of her characterization makes her into a weak link in the very weak chain that is multiverse of madness.

Now another great instance would be Loki, who in comics is gender-fluid and pansexual. In the movies however is treated solely as male and straight. In an attempt to give him a love interest the writers posed the question, “What if Loki was a woman?” However if they were simply comic accurate, there would be no alternative female version of Loki, because sometimes he is she. Loki is the epitome of a shapeshifter who’s gender-fluid. In fact they are the first that comes to mind when asked to think of the trope- simply because it’s done so well. Loki is meant to be a character who simply is, and is unapologetic for who they are good or bad, male or female, unfortunately the MCU gave us a bratty theater kid and called it a day.

After this point tw: Child abuse

Now all of this is well and good- but the final straw would be the Hulk. In comics the Hulk, or Bruce Banner has an incredibly tragic backstory. He is a demonstration of how at times the greatest danger to a child, is the one in their own home. Bruce was abused by his father as a child which eventually led to him forming dissociative identity disorder. The alter to Bruce being Hulk an angry and out of control monster, whom is eventually given its own form different from Banner in a very Jekyll and Hyde fashion. The movies however completely ignore this idea even to such an extent that a character tells him roughly“I control my anger infinitely more than you do” almost as though it were a competition as to who has suffered more. Bruce Banner’s trauma was downplayed so parents would take their children to see his movies.

To me this is a very personal essay. I want to love the MCU as blindly as I did as a child. But I have found that the more source material I read. That harder that becomes. A character in Daredevil once said roughly ‘To love something is to forget what you don’t like about it.’ If that be true then I no longer hold this same love. I fortunately believe in a different idea, that love is something that people love to think is inherently blind. But in reality, the most complex loves are the wary ones. I love the Marvel Cinematic Universe, however I grow more and more wary of the cinematic universe as I grow more and more in love with the comics.

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florida3exclamationpoints · 1 year ago

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Steve's arc in Age of Ultron is so important to him, it's so compelling to watch, it's so well done. I tried to explain it with the main quotes from the movie that bring it out because I'm obsessed.

"I don't think I can afford a place in Brooklyn." "Yeah, but home is home, right?" Steve just looks away and clenches his jaw in a very Steve way. He doesn't agree with Sam, he doesn't even nod. Brooklyn, the geographical location, is not home. Not in the way Steve needs a home.

"Captain America. Pretending he can live without a war." The end comes back around to this one. It stings because it's true. He knows it. What else does he do? Nothing. He doesn't have a home to go back to, as established very early on.

"The war's over Steve. We can go home. Imagine it." And then everyone in the room disappears. And then he sees himself dance with Peggy. And then he's alone again. That was him imagining it. All he could see was a flash of them dancing, but God he looked happy in that flash. Everyone else was gone, he couldn't imagine anything else, because he doesn't know life without war. He wants to. All he can reach is a second of Peggy. But he doesn't know what it was like for the soldiers in ww2 who went home. The only part he does relate to, actually, is the ptsd. Which he also sees in the dream. He flinches at a camera flash and sees wine on a shirt as blood. What else is there after the war for him? All he ever hoped for was a dance. He never even got that. And that was all he could see.

"We can go home." He hears her voice again when he looks at Clint's house. It's the perfect image of an American family home with a big yard for 2.5 kids to play in. Completely normal. That wide shot of him standing on the porch but he's still wearing his uniform, it shows everything he wants but all that he's left with right now. He looks so out of place with his uniform and shield on. And he turns around and walks away because he can't even stand to look at the house. That's supposed to be him in there. He was supposed to go home.

"Isn't that the why we fight? So that we get to end the fight? So that we get to go home?" That's what really set him off, but the whole conversation really. Tony says "looks like you walked away alright" and Steve looks at him with so much resentment. Like how do I look fine? You think I'm fine? But all he says is "is that a problem?" because he can't talk about it. Especially not to Tony, but not really to anyone. Tony says "I don't trust a guy without a dark side." Steve says "let's just say you haven't seen it yet." He's obviously saying he has one. He's been in a bad place as much as Thor and Nat since the dreams, Tony just chooses to see him as a symbol. But he's not about to explain himself. And he's leaving the door open for the option that he might lose control and everyone might realize how dark his dark side is. It wasn't a promise no one would ever see it. It was just that Tony hadn't seen it yet. Now, as much as I love Tony, he was really ignorant for pulling the so we get to go home? It's not like it's hard to see. Steve gets genuinely mad, rightfully. He hasn't stopped fighting since he started, he's never gotten to go home, he's finding himself almost looking for fights because that's all he knows. But he wants to go home so bad, and it's not even an option. Tony wants to fight about if Ultron could save the world, and that they should take the opportunity so that Clint can go home to Laura, and Tony can go home to Pepper, and Nat and Bruce can work out their stuff, etc etc. And Steve's on the other side of the conversation, not even agreeing with the concept of Ultron in the first place, but he has nothing to fight for. He's not defending his stance so that he can go home, he's doing it because he believes it's right. And what else is he going to do if he's not defending something? When he ripped the log in half, it was a glimpse of his dark side, but only if you know what he's thinking. He's mad, he's lonely, he's grieving. And he takes it out on the log.

"The simple life." "You'll get there one day." "I don't know. Family, stability... the guy who wanted all that went in the ice 75 years ago. I think someone else came out." This is the first time he's admitted that he wanted that. Even in TFA, he showed interest but not that explicitly. Since he's woken up, he's avoided it completely. He didn't even answer Sam when he said "home is home." He's finally acknowledged it and admitted it. But he puts the responsibility on himself. "I think someone else came out." That's not really true. In TFA, he said he'd "settle for just one" girl, then that he was waiting for "the right partner" to dance with, and then he promised to dance with Peggy. While he was actively crashing the plane into the ice, in fact. The guy who wanted family and stability went into the ice, yes, and he made it very clear who he wanted that family and stability with. He didn't exactly come out as a different person. He came out 70 years later, so his chance at family and stability with her was gone. This whole time he's been distraught that he couldn't go home. He wasn't all of a sudden saying I just dont want to. He was saying there was no family and stability left for him to want. It wasn't him that had changed, it was the circumstances, and he was trying to live with that.

"You alright?" "I'm home." Yes he was. But he didn't look very happy about it, did he? He was at the Avengers compound. Tony wasn't staying to train the new guys because he was going home to Pepper. Clint was already home. But Steve was still in the middle of the fight. He's not really pretending he can live without a war when he just knows he can't. Even as he says "I'm home," you hear soldiers marching in the background. It's eerie. He's trying to get by because what else can he do, who is he if he's not Captain America? He hasn't been able to be just Steve in a long time. He's not even trying to find just Steve, he left just Steve in 1945 with Peggy. "Someone else came out" ? Captain America came out.

#i tried to write this one mostly seriously .. without the brainrot .. bc it's literally so important #its the core of Steve's character do you understand #steve rogers #age of ultron #avengers #avengers:aou #peggy carter #steggy #tony stark #marvel

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melanieratford · 2 years ago

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I’M ENGAGED!

On May 5th, 2015, my best friend gathered a bunch of people to go see Avengers: Age of Ultron at the theater in the town next to my hometown. At the time, I was in no mood to be in a relationship... As I had only been single for maybe 6 months. When we got to the theater, she pointed across the foyer and said “There’s my college friends.”... I zeroed in on the guy that had the Sheldon Cooper shirt and yelled “OH MY GOD! SHELDON!”. I did NOT realize the guy I had just yelled at was super cute until AFTER I had yelled at him.

When we got into the actual theater, most of the college friends sat in the front, but the cute guy sat next to me. The more he talked, the more I liked him. I wanted to hold his hand, but I had just met him. It was kind of awkward because, on the other side of me was my best friend and her boyfriend who were cuddling...

After the movie, half of us went to IHOP and the others went to Rosa’s Tortilla Factory. The cute guy went to Rosa’s... He should have come to IHOP.... Because the other girl that was with my half of the group and I wouldn’t shut up about how cute the boy who sat next to me was. My best friend ended up scolding him the next morning saying stuff like “You’re in so much fucking trouble! My friends wouldn’t shut up about how cute they think you are!”. He asked her if he could have my number and she angrily said “YES! You can have her number!”. On April 4th, 2016, after almost a year of talking and getting to know each other, we started dating. A year later we went to see the live action remake of Beauty and the Beast. I got us rings that say “His Beauty” and “Her Beast”.

On May 5th, 2023, 8 years after we first met, we went to the theater in my town (the theater we met at closed down) to see Guardians of the Galaxy Volume 3. After the movie, he took me in front of the big poster in the theater’s foyer and proposed! Obviously I said “YES!”! His mom took pictures and gave us a $50 gift card to On The Border. When we left the theater, we went to the restaurant and ate Tex-Mex on the patio while we enjoyed live music. It was absolutely perfect!

Funnily enough, my fiancé accidentally let it slip what day he was gonna propose on before Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania even came out, so I had time to prepare and make myself perfect. I got us shirts that were just like what we wore the day we met. I bought makeup and nail stuff to make sure my nails and makeup looked amazing and we both asked for the day off. I don’t wear makeup! Yet, for this day, I wore Sailor Moon eyeshadow and lip gloss, as well as eyeliner and mascara!

@candysweetposts edited Castiel’s proposal illustration to look like my fiancé and me. I sent her pictures of what we were gonna wear so that it would be as accurate to how the proposal would actually look as possible. I even sent her a pic of my engagement ring (because I helped my fiancé pick it out).

Drachea Rannak did a wedding image of our My Hero Academia characters, Slipstream and Kaiju, at their wedding. The background is the ballroom from the animated Beauty and the Beast and the arch is the Infinity Stones. Margot’s dress is the style I want, but I’m thinking about getting a black dress, so my fiancé is able to see her outfit and not have to worry about bad luck. We’re gonna use this image as our “Welcome Sign” for the wedding. Drachea also sent me the foreground of just the two of them so that I can get a custom acrylic stand made for the cake topper!

#engagement #proposal #i'm engaged #getting married #mycandylove #my candy love #drachea rannak #guardians of the galaxy volume 3 #gotg vol 3 #marvel #mcu #he proposed last night #we met at a marvel movie #its only appropriate that we get engaged at a marvel movie #so excited #i love him

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the-eyes-of-andyserkis · 1 year ago

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Think I Need a Devil to Help Me Get Things Right

Fandom: MCU - Age of Ultron, Black Panther Pairing: Ulysses Klaue x F Reader/Flight attendant Chapters: 1 of 1 Word count: 4.7K Rating: Explicit

Summary: After a particularly rough flight you're suddenly having anxiety for the first time in all of your years in the air, buyou end up finding help in an unexpected place when an enigmatic passenger offers you a distraction.

Warnings: Explicit Rating, Alcohol, Hurt/Comfort, Mild Age Difference, Reader is Late 30s, But no specific identifiers, Description of Anxiety, Panic Attack, Mild PTSD, Fear of Flying, Pet Names, PWP, One-Shot, Semi-public Sex, You Have to Be Quiet, Bathroom Sex, Mile High Club, Dirty Talk, Light Praise Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Mirror Sex, Unprotected PIV, Creampie, Multiple Orgasms

A/N: Well, this was supposed to be a quick little smutty thing that ended up getting away from me! But it was fun, and a nice exercise to work on outside of my series. And even with not being able to write at all for a good few days of it, two and half weeks for over 4.5k+ words (from scratch!) is definitely a record for me!

I have to give a shout-out to the many thots that come from the Andy Discord, and @tarrenterror for this one specifically. 😉 I hope you enjoy this little drabble that ended up turning into way more than that! 💕

Title is from "Learn To Fly" by the Foo Fighters

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Run and tell all of the angels This could take all night Think I need a devil to help me get things right

Yesterday’s flight from Lisbon to Johannesburg had been a long and turbulent one with a very rough landing, much rougher than you’re used to even after three years as a flight attendant.

The storms had kept you circling in the sky waiting for a break that refused to come, and after a long-haul flight the fuel was getting low so the pilot didn’t have a choice but to land. The plane hadn’t ended up going off of the rain-slicked runway but it was damned close, and you've been on edge ever since.

Even the tedious interview with the SACA Authority wasn't annoying enough to distract you for long, and neither last night’s patchy sleep, nor the mini-bar Red Bull are helping the persistent shake in your hands, but you have a fifteen hour flight to Corfu leaving today so you get yourself moving, hoping that a shower and some food will clear your head.

It doesn’t.

You’re not able to eat very much either, but mercifully last night’s storms have cleared and takeoff into a cloudless blue sky is smooth and uneventful, although your stomach is still acting like the toast you had managed to eat was an affront to your body.

You've never been airsick and you'd really prefer not to break your streak, not least because of the razzing you’ll get if you do, so you’re grateful when the plane finally levels off so that you can find your equilibrium again, and once the “Seatbelt” sign goes dark you're grateful for the distraction as you start rolling the beverage cart down the aisle.

Working on autopilot you don’t realize how completely you’ve zoned out until fingers are closing over yours as you hand a passenger his drink, barely catching his question.

“Are you alright, love?”

Nudged out of your daze you finally look down at the man you’re serving.

He’s wearing dark jeans with heavy boots and a black button-up, the collar open to expose black ink across his chest and collarbones, sleeves rolled up to expose more tattoos on his forearms - or forearm, rather. Your brain tries to parse why his one arm looks not-quite-right until you realize it’s a prosthesis, although it's far more realistic than any you've ever seen apart from the distinct seams running through it.

When you finally meet his you're quickly drawn in by bright blue eyes contrasted with tanned skin and dark salt and pepper curls, and while his hair is a bit shaggy you can faintly see another tattoo arcing beneath it.

It feels like your brain is on a delay, caught off guard by a combination of the inquiry and his striking features, and after several moments of your confused stare his eyes flick to where your hands are still connected. Suddenly you’re aware that inside the calm pressure of his fingers, yours are trembling, and it clicks that he must have seen the liquid shaking in the glass when you handed it to him.

"Oh. I'm ok,” You finally respond, giving your head a quick shake. “There was just a lot of turbulence on my flight coming in yesterday, and then we almost went off the runway, so..I guess I’m still a bit shaky, that's all.”

You’re surprised that you answer him honestly but something about the way that he focuses on you, his eyes sharply observant, has you dropping the professional guard that you normally keep airtight with passengers.

“Ah, that was you,” he says, finally releasing your hand and taking the proffered glass. “I heard about that. And you’re still back on a plane, today? That’s impressive.”

His words are earnest as he tips his drink at you, and you find yourself fighting the flush that warms your skin at his praise.

“Well, it is my job," you reply, trying to keep your shrug nonchalant. "But thank you for your concern, sir.” Trying to brush off the brief flash in his eyes you work to settle your polite customer service mask back into place.

“Well, it sounds like you can handle it. But if you need a distraction,” the man takes a sip of his drink, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial timbre, “I might be able to help with that.”

Meeting his eyes with a start you definitely see a dark glint in them now, the casual certainty in his tone that making it difficult to mistake his meaning.

It’s not the first time you’ve been propositioned - in fact it’s pretty par for the course in this world - and normally your reply would be quick and trite, saccharin words shutting down the standard attempts at flirting with a captive audience that you’re used to dealing with. But the teasing lilt of his words and the way the colour of his eyes deepens as they flick over your body sends an unexpected thrum of heat between your legs.

You're still trying to work out a reply when an annoyed voice cuts through the tension.

“Uh, miss? Maybe someone else could get a drink over here, today?"

“Of course. I’ll be right there,” you reply quickly, plastering an apologetic smile on your face, unsure whether you feel relieved or frustrated by the interruption.

Relieved, you tell yourself. You're relieved.

You manage not to look at the man again while you finish serving the rest of the food and drinks, but on your way back up the aisle when you finally allow yourself a glance as you pass his seat he calmly meets your eyes, making no attempt to hide that he was watching you.

You thought that you were going to make it the rest of the flight without incident, but in the early morning dark just a few hours before landing the plane hit a patch of turbulence, and even though it was barely a shake you had jolted awake instantly.

Now, while the rest of the plane slumbers on you’re tucked in the alcove back by the washrooms with your eyes squeezed shut, jacket and scarf discarded at your feet as your heart does its best to escape through your chest wall. Even though the plane is perfectly smooth now your nerves have returned in full force, fingers tingling as you try to will the cold, hollow feeling in your gut away from spreading into your limbs.

You feel a presence enter your personal space at the same time that you see the shadow fall over you through closed eyelids, and the voice you hear is low and calm, sliding its way into your consciousness between panicked breaths.

“Take a deep breath, love.”

Forcing your eyes open, you see the tattooed passenger from earlier standing in front of you.

“I don’t know what’s- I’ve never been like this before on a flight,” you feel compelled to explain as tears of frustration prick at your eyes. “I just can’t catch my-” you gasp, trying to keep your voice down so you don't disturb the sleeping passengers.

He glances over his shoulder briefly and then back at you, pausing for a moment as he seems to consider something, and then his arm is around your waist and he’s quickly guiding you into an unoccupied washroom, following closely and locking the door behind you.

Taking your hands in his, he moves them so that your palms are pressed flat against his chest, and when he speaks his words are steady but firm.

“Now, take a deep breath for me."

As he draws a slow, deep breath himself it dawns on you that he wants you to mimic him, so on his next inhale you match it by taking a shaky gulp of air into your lungs, and when he holds his breath at the top of it for a few seconds you do the same. Letting your eyelids slip closed you find that you’re able to focus on the rhythm of your breathing, on the feeling of warm fabric over firm muscle, on the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your hands.

You’re not sure how long you stay like this but steadily your nerves begin to settle, every breath calmer than the last.

As your senses start to slide back into place you become aware of calloused palms covering yours, of your breath mixing in the shared space between you, and when you open your eyes again you’re greeted by the sight of both of your hands framing his chest beneath the open collar of his shirt.

“How are you feeling now?” The soft gravel of his voice draws your attention upward, appraising eyes meeting yours.

“Better. I…thank you. Really.” You reply truthfully, feeling better than you have in the past forty-eight hours.

Logically you know that you should end this now, that you need to pull away and return to the rest of the plane to prepare for the approaching dawn, but instead you feel frozen in place beneath his gaze.

“Good,” he says, making no a move to pull away, either.

Maybe it’s the adrenaline still working its way out of your system, or the way that his hands sliding up your forearms makes you shiver, or the heady musk of sweat and cologne mixing with the warmth of your bodies in the close space, but when you do move it’s not to pull away. Instead you tighten your fists in the fabric of his shirt and when you tug he immediately responds, crowding closer until your back is flush against the wall behind you.

Keeping his eyes on yours his hands drop to your waist before sliding slowly around the curve of your hips, and when he tugs you against him you gasp when you feel the stiffening curve of his erection pressing into your abdomen.

He leans in close enough that his lips brush the crest of your ear, and though his breath is hot on your skin his words raise goosebumps along your neck.

“Would you like your distraction now?”

You can hear the smile curling around the sweet tease of his words, and you hum an affirmation, unable to help the roll your hips against his arousal.

“What was that?”

There’s a sharper edge to his voice when he prompts you again.

“Yes,” you say more firmly, startled by how he’s managed to drop your guard and stoke your need so quickly, the warm ache between your thighs swelling from his proximity and a few simple words.

Pulling back, a hand moves to cup your cheek as you look at him through hooded eyes, a thumb sliding under your chin to tilt your face up and then his mouth is closing over yours, full lips surprisingly soft as they drag across yours in a teasing slide, and just when you feel the faint flick of his tongue and you part your lips to deepen the kiss, he pulls away.

For a long moment time seems to hang suspended in the sharp blue of his eyes, and then as if drawn by a magnet it’s you that’s moving and your mouth is on his again, your own tongue flicking against the seam of his lips and you sigh when he parts them.

The kiss quickly deepens as you run your hands over the broad muscle of his shoulders, wrapping your arms around his neck as his tongue swirls against yours, licking deeper and growling into your mouth when your hips start to roll against him more urgently. It’s not long before your touch grows frantic, both of you seeking more, fingers blindly grasping at fabric and tugging at buttons until his shirt hangs open, forgoing yours entirely as he tugs it up over your head before pulling you back against him, a hand sliding beneath your bra to cup your breast as he kisses you breathless in a growing fervor of tongues and teeth,

When you try to lift your leg but your skirt stops you he tugs at the hem, pulling it up until it’s bunched around your middle and when you hitch your leg around his waist he grabs your hips in his hands, your cunt throbbing as he grinds you against the rough denim covering the now very prominent ridge of his cock.

Then suddenly his tattooed hand is finding its way between your bodies and sliding down to find the juncture of your legs, your mouth dropping open with a helpless moan when his fingers press the damp fabric against your sex.

“How are you feeling now, love?” He pants against your lips, his teasing words now rough with lust “Dis-distracted.” You huff a breathless laugh.

"That’s good,” he hums. “But you’re going to have to be quieter than that. You wouldn’t want to wake the other passengers, now, would you?”

His fingers press more firmly now, the friction of the slick fabric against your clit has you biting back a moan as you buck into his touch.

Taking a steadying breath you glance at the door before flicking your eyes back to his and shaking your head, No.

With a pleased look his fingers slip beneath the waistband of your panties, keeping his eyes fixed on yours as his fingers part you, sliding through your already damp folds and down to your entrance and you bite your lip as just the tip of his finger presses into you, gathering your arousal before sliding back up to nudge against your clit.

Then he does it again, fingers only swirling against the sensitive bud for a few seconds before dipping back down to find more of your slick, tracing and re-tracing the path along your sex until you’re trembling, and maybe it’s the altitude but you’re startled by how quickly you feel your orgasm building just from his teasing touch.

“Oh my god, I-” You whimper.

“What, love?” He asks, a teasing lilt to his words, but he must take pity on your desperation because his focus is only on your clit now, pressing firmly and quickly picking up on your needy rhythm as you rock against his hand, a shaky whisper squeaking from your throat.

“So close, oh my god oh-”

One of your hands flies up to your mouth to stifle the moans you can no longer hold back, faintly aware of rough words whispered into the space where you hover between anticipation and ecstasy, Let go, just like that. And then all of your thoughts are wiped away, eyes squeezing shut as your body tenses in bliss and you come hard, swells of pleasure surging out from the point where his fingers firmly coax your writhing hips to take what you need.

His hand stays pressed against you even as the waves start to soften, feeling the aftershocks that continue to ripple through your cunt as your body relaxes and you drift back to awareness, and only when you go limp, your hand dropping from your mouth with a sigh does he release your thigh and remove his hand from between your legs.

Though you’re still unfocused and trying to catch your breath, when his hands move to his belt your eyes follow, watching as he unbuckles it and then lowers the zipper, pushing his underwear and jeans down together until his cock bobs free, thick and glossy with precum at the tip. You lick your lips at the sight and he smirks at your greedy stare, stroking himself lazily a few times, smearing you along his length with the hand that was just between your legs.

Then without warning he grabs your waist, turning and pushing you forward and you have to quickly brace yourself against the wall as rough hands push your panties down around your thighs, and you hear a hitch in his breathing behind you as he grips your ass, slowly massaging and spreading you open.

“I’m going to fuck you now, alright love?”

It’s a question that’s not really a question at all, but his rumbled words have you instinctively arching yourself into his hands and when you look back over your shoulder you go breathless, the blue of his eyes ocean deep and rough at the edges as he takes in the sight of your exposed sex.

“Can see how wet you are,” he murmurs, seemingly to himself as he finds your soaked entrance again, and you barely manage to hold back a moan when he slowly slides a thick finger into your tight heat.

“Yes, you certainly seemed to like that, didn’t you?”

His words are maddening but you’re unable to help the shuddering gasp when he adds a second finger, continuing to pump deep into you until his hand is shining with you.

“Shhh, listen," he hushes, and you bite your lip as he continues to fuck you with his fingers, the soft wet sounds of the slide and suck of them every time they sink into you obscene in the small space. “Already so messy, but I want to know how much more of a mess you’ll make when I’m fucking you on my cock.”

You whine at the loss as he withdraws his fingers from you, using them again to slick himself with your arousal before pressing forward, and you tremble with anticipation when you feel the thick head slide through your folds to line up with your entrance.

The grip of his prosthetic hand on your hip is strong as he holds you in place, the thought fighting it’s way through the lust that it’s more than just what it seems - and that you should probably be concerned by that - but you can’t seem to find the will to care when his cock starts slowly sinking into you.

Your eyelids flutter and you have no control over the gritted moan that escapes from your throat as he stretches you open, and he quickly moves his other hand to cover your mouth.

“I’d love nothing more than to make you cry out til you’re hoarse,” he growls between clenched teeth. “To find out what pretty sounds you make when you’re desperate. But right now I need you to be good for me and stay quiet. Can you do that, love?”

You’re not actually sure if you can, but the only clear thought in your mind is that you need him to keep going, so you nod against the resistance of his hand.

Feeling your agreement he releases your mouth and moves both hands back to your hips, continuing the slow slide of his cock into you. Just barely managing to tamp down the sounds he’s drawing from your throat you once again focus on taking deep, shaky breaths as your fingers grasp at nothing on the wall, and even though the aching stretch of him is almost too much all you can think is that you want more.

Laying your palms flat you brace yourself against the wall and push back, rocking your hips to encourage him deeper, but he’s thick and even with your effort there's not enough leverage in this position to take him as deep as you want to.

However that doesn’t seem to stop him from letting you try.

"You can do better than that, can't you?” His words are an infuriating tease. “Don't you want to take all of it?"

You know he can sense how frustrated you’re getting as you continue to move, but he's still keeping himself just far enough back that you struggle to take him deeper.

“Don’t you want to make me?” You grit back, startled by the low heat of your words.

“Careful, love. I’m not sure that you want me to ‘make you’.”

His words are black as pitch as fingers dig roughly into the flesh of your hips, your cunt fluttering around his cock at the warning in his voice.

“Ohhh, but look at that.” he sighs, suddenly. ”Aren’t you a sight.”

Your movements falter, confusion interrupting your frustration until a hand grips your chin and turns your head toward the far wall so that your eyes fall on your disheveled reflections in the small mirror there, gasping as you take in the image of yourself, glassy-eyed and panting and still desperately trying to fuck yourself back onto his cock.

When you meet his eyes through the mirror a slow grin spreads across his lips, and then his hand moves to cover your mouth again.

Your brows knit in confusion since you thought that you had managed to keep mostly quiet, but you only have a second to wonder what he's doing when without warning he thrusts hard, pulling you roughly back onto his cock at the same time and stifling your cry of surprise behind his hand as he finally buries himself all the way to the hilt.

"I know, shhh, it's alright, love,” he pants against your cheek. “Wanted me to make you, yeah?”

A muffled moan is your only response as he uses the hand that’s over your mouth to keep your head pressed back against his shoulder, then just barely pulling out of you he grips your hip tight with his prosthetic hand and thrusts back into you.

“Christ you feel so fucking good.” he grits out, rutting into you harder, and the fact that you can tell he's fighting to keep his own groans under control makes the bloom of pleasure in your cunt deepen as he fills you again and again, unable to hold back the whining pant in your throat at every jolt of his hips against your ass.

You try to brace your hands more firmly against the wall but your elbows buckle as he leans into you, thrusting hard, and you hold yourself on your forearms instead, hearing a delicious grunt in your ear every time he bottoms out. The muscles of your cunt begin to tighten, the angle and the deep friction of his cock grinding against the sensitive spot behind your clit sending white hot sparks beneath your eyelids, and you feel like if you could just get your fingers on your clit you’d be there.

You manage to steady yourself on one arm as the other hand reaches desperately down between your legs, the brush of your fingers over your clit rough and unsteady as he continues to fuck you but it doesn’t matter, it only takes a few circling swipes and every sense is tightening its focus on his cock and your fingers.

“Are you going to come for me again?” His growled whisper stutters with the rhythm of his thrusts.

But even if his hand wasn’t over your mouth you couldn’t have responded, your only thought the breathless pressure of your climax rising higher and higher, blinding you to anything else as your vision goes grey at the edges and your body spasms around and against him, a desperate moan shuddering through your chest as your orgasm finally overtakes you.

Not letting up he continues to fuck you through it, every stroke of his cock achingly deep, but it’s not long before you feel his rhythm start to falter and with a final few thrusts he stills, the tight grip of his fingers digging into your jaw until you feel the throb of his cock as he comes, shaking against you and biting back a guttural sound as he spends himself deep in your cunt. The last waves of your climax have you still clenching around him, and while the movement of his hips slows he keeps himself buried in you as deep as possible so that you can do nothing but take every last drop.

You gasp to catch your breath when he releases your mouth and finally collapses against you. Pressing you into the wall he pants into your hair, the weight of him almost helping to keep you upright while your body is still shaky and unsteady.

After a few long moments like this you eventually feel him shift and pull back, both of you biting back one last moan as he slowly slides out of you, finding yourself aching at the loss.

“You go out first,” you say, still slightly breathless. “I'm..I need a second to clean up.”

“No, you don’t.”

His tone is casual, and you don't really understand.

“Um, after that? Yeah, I do.” You laugh a little, assuming that he’s joking.

“No. You don't.” He repeats firmly and turns to face you, a glint of gold flashing through his grin as he finishes buttoning his shirt. “Because that wasn’t your distraction.”

“It’s...what?” You stammer, still trying to figure out what he’s getting at.

“Your distraction,” he continues, stepping back into your space “will be feeling my cum leaking out of you for the rest of the flight.”

Your eyes widen and your mouth drops open in shock.

“Maybe it’ll soak through your panties. Start dripping down your legs as you walk around serving coffee, and you’ll have to act like I didn’t fill your needy little cunt.”

“Jesus Christ,” you pant. “What...who the hell are you?” It’s all you manage to get out as your mind swirls at his words.

He doesn’t answer your question, but when his expression darkens you can almost hear the words he doesn’t say: Maybe it’s best you don’t know, love.

“You should get dressed.” His eyes flick pointedly to where your panties are still down around your thighs, your skin flushing with embarrassed heat as he patiently watches you finally absorb his meaning, but something in his smirk has a swell of defiance surging through you, and perhaps there’s another kind of heat there as well.

Doing your best to fix a neutral expression on your face you keep your eyes on his as you slowly pull the garment back up before tugging your skirt down from where it’s bunched around your waist. Finally you pull your shirt back on, straightening and smoothing everything back into place as best you can before quickly fixing your hair.

Once you’ve tucked your flyaways behind your ears you meet his eyes again with an expectant arch of your brow.

“Ladies first,” he says with a sly grin and gestures towards the door.

* * * * * * * * * *

He was right, and you’re not sure how you feel about it.

There was more turbulence just before landing prep but you don’t feel the spike of adrenaline that you had before, as if the circuit of anxiety had been interrupted. Instead all you can think about is the slick warmth growing between your thighs with every step you take, and every time you glance at him he’s watching you, a persistent thrum of heat low in your belly at the knowing smile that curls the corner of his lips

About two months later, on the same long-haul flight from Johannesburg to Corfu, you’ve started walking the drink cart down the aisle when you catch a glimpse of a tattooed arm leaning on the armrest.

It could be anyone, you reason. Lots of people have tattoos.

You pretend that you’re not eager to reach the seat, but as you approach your breath quickens when the distinct arc of ink running up his neck and beneath a fresh undercut comes into view.

“Hello, love,” he greets you with a familiar grin.

Heat slides through your core when you hear the voice that’s haunted your dreams for weeks, and you try to keep your words steady as you repeat the practiced refrain.

“What can I get for you today, sir?”

“I have something for you, actually,” he replies, reaching a hand into his pocket and withdrawing a folded slip of paper, holding it up for you to take.

After a beat you pluck it from between his fingers, opening it to see an address that you recognize as a hotel not far from the airport. And a name.

Ulysses Klaue.

Somehow unsurprised that he would have a name like that, you meet his eyes as you tuck the paper into the pocket of your jacket.

“Your drink order, then..Mr. Klaue?”

“Whiskey, please. And call me Ulysses, love.”

You bite back a smile as you move to serve the next passenger, wondering if you’ll have to wait the full fifteen hour flight to feel his hand between your legs again.

But judging by the glint in his eyes when you look back at him, you having a feeling that you won’t.

A/N: As always, thank you so very much for reading, and I hope that you enjoyed reader's smutty little adventure in the sky. 😉

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wolfjackle-creates · 1 year ago

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20 questions for writers, tagged by @gremlin-bot

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

87,995 (What the hell? I thought it was, like, half that 🤯) [This will increase dramatically once I get a few more things transferred from tumblr to AO3]

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now, it's mostly dpxdc. I'm trying to break into more solo DC and DP stuff. I also have a few works for Good Omens that I'm not ready to abandon.

4. What are your top 5 fics by Kudos?

The Nurse's Demands

Electricity

Remember, Remember

Want to Hold on and Feel I Belong

Answer My Call

5. Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

Yes! I'm in fandom to make friends and have fun. I made one of my best fandom friends through AO3 comments. Besides, talking about things I've made and my thoughts behind them is fun. ^.^

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

On AO3? Probably Carry On. It's a Good Omens two shot that more-or-less starts with Abel's death. It then follows Crowley and Cain as they experience exile together. But I don't really do sad endings, so it ends with Cain finding a degree of peace, even if Abel is still dead.

In general? Never shared, but it's another Good Omens story. A sequel to the above. I wrote 3 fics/chapters that explore a Fallen Raphael!Crowley coming to terms with the fact that he can't heal. So in the 2nd installment, he gets close to some humans and when one is severely injured, he fails to heal them and they die. I won't share more than that, but I literally can't read that fic without crying and I wrote it. (The fourth and fifth part of the series are him wresting the ability to heal back from the binds that were placed on it, so even those have a happy ending in a way. The people who died remain dead, though, so I think it still counts.)

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Considering none of my dpxdc longfics are finished yet, I'm gonna go with another Good Omens fic, The Demon Piper. This is based off the story of the Pied Piper, obviously. Hamelin, Germany is experiencing a famine due to rats getting into the winter stores. The adults are desperate and many are considering selling their kids to indentured servitude or worse. So the kids and Crowley make a pact to run away together. They they go off and set up their own little settlement in the mountains and everyone lives and it's super sweet. I have a few sequels I need to post that get even fluffier.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Haven't yet! Y'all are the best <3

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

My third Good Omens fic! An Evening In! It's an 18k PWP with Soft Dom Aziraphale and Service Bottom Crowley, human AU. Really, it's just two men who love each other very much. It's so soft and self indulgent, even if they do explore some kink dynamics.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one?

DPxDC is my first time in a crossover fandom. It's been a blast! IDK if it counts as crazy, though.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. Wouldn't that be the biggest flattery, though.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

No. I don't think my writing style lends itself to co-writing. I'm very particular about how things get phrased and I'm a plotter and most of my planning happens mentally while driving or at work or something.

14. What's your all-time fav ship?

Oh, I don't have one! I have a fav ship in certain fandoms, though. I was in the Sherlock fandom for a while, so Johnlock obviously. For Be More Chill (the musical) it's Michael/Jeremy. For Good Omens it's Crowley/Aziraphale. For Avatar it's Zutara. Newsies has Jack/David. For DC only fics, I'm an avid Tim/Kon shipper or Core Four. But for DPxDC I'm a multishipper. I was also a multishipper when in the MCU fandom (though Steve/Tony became a nOTP for me and was never a favorite even before Age of Ultron).

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oh, damn. It's hard to say. I plotted out a whole Good Omens Parent Trap Fusion. (Aka take the plot of the Parent Trap and fit in the characters from Good Omens.) I hate to call it abandoned since I would like to go back to it. But time...

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I do panic attacks and emotional breakdowns very well. I'm also proud of how I can weave a complex plot into a coherent story which will hopefully come out once I get further along in some of my long fics (particularly Answer My Call and I'll Carry Your Heart (Until I Find You Again)).

17. Writing weaknesses?

I don't think I'm very good at making sure all my characters have distinct voices. I've gotten way better at that this past year, but I'm still working on it. I'm also too much of a perfectionist which makes me slow. And I jump around ideas too much which makes it harder to finish projects.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages?

I will never do it. Way I see it, if the POV character understands what is being said, the reader should understand, too. Which means it needs to be written in English (the only language I can guarantee the reader of an English story can understand). If the POV character can't understand what is being said, neither should the reader. If it's omniscient POV, I will put it in English if I want the reader to have that information and leave it out if I don't. Not give some readers extra information that others don't get.

19. The first fandom you wrote for.

Naruto. I wrote it by hand in class on lined notebook paper and passed it over to my best friend. She, in turn, gave me drawings of my favorite characters.

20. Fav fic you've ever written?

God, I have no idea. I love so many of my works and each one represents something. The Demon Piper is the fic that got me back into writing at all so that's super special to me. Bring Me Home is the one that got me writing for the DPxDC fandom. An Evening In was my first attempt at smut and I am so happy with how it turned out (never thought I could do it). I'll Carry Your Heart (Until I Find You Again) has a premise I'm absolutely in love with and I have so many plans for it. Want to Hold on and Feel I Belong is proof of how much I love emotional breakdowns and I love how much of a punch it packs. Remember, Remember is my first time writing an introspective piece that covers a long time period and I think it works really well.

No, I don't have a favorite work. No way I could pick between them all.

Tagging: @greensword101, @isalisewrites, @britcision and anyone else who wants to do this!

#my writing #my rambles #tag game #thanks for the tag!#this was fun

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thetimelordbatgirl · 2 years ago

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A big reason why I like the Black Panther films is that you can totally ignore everything else and the story works fine. You can forget Civil War, Infinity War, and Endgame, just watch the first film and then its sequel. I didn’t like Captain America having his third film be changed to Avengers 2.5 just because marvel wanted to compete with Batman V Superman that same year, or Planet Hulk getting a half-assed adaptation in Thor 3, or Wanda stealing the show from Doctor Strange in his own sequel. Cameos can be fun but those were a bit much. The worst offenders are the mcu Spider-Man movies because Peter is shown being pretty dependent on characters like Iron Man, Nick Fury, Doctor Strange, and even versions of himself from older movies. And both Iron Man and Doctor Strange were responsible for the villains showing up in those films.

I will say due to the...really badly handled introduction of Skaar in She Hulk, its likely we could potentially get a Planet Hulk adaption down the line hopefully, but at the same time, as you pointed out, they already took half of that adaption in Ragnarok with Hulk landing on another planet due to leaving for space at the end of Age Of Ultron (another set up that went in weird places...at least it didn't go nowhere I guess like most MCU set ups lately). And your not wrong on the others: Civil War was basically MCU trying to compete with Batman Vs Superman (and yet somehow, Batman Vs Superman is the one getting dragged still when I'd happily rewatch it over Civil War) while also giving Captain America's film to Iron Man basically, and Wanda basically took over a film that wasn't hers to the point every character is depowered just to make her look better as remember: Doctor Strange is meant to be a powerful sorcerer as is Wong and the other sorcerers and even Miss America in the comics is pretty powerful, but they all depowered just to make Wanda this powerful villain that takes over his film that should have been him facing Mordo with the set up first Doctor Strange did, but nope I guess (and given how they planned to have Wanda kill Mordo before it was cut from film...maybe Mordo escaped being in this film...at least main universe him, anyway...).

And oh god, don't get me started on the MCU treatment of Spiderman. At least when you watch the OG trilogy and Amazing Spiderman films, you know they spidey films and you see Peter doing everything on his own with his villains having some form of connection to him. MCU???? Tony Stark caused the first two villains and Peter just happens to get caught in the messes each time and No Way Home can try all it wants: Strange should have told Peter about the spell PRIOR to doing it and therefore, if Peter did still do his stupid mistake, it would be his fault, but no, Strange doesn't, and therefore Strange's fault too. Plus its funny as hell they clearly wish they got to do Green Goblin and Doctor Octopus and Electro and Sandman, but they didn't, so they drag the prior Spiderman films versions of them into this Spiderverse rip off and force a connection between MCU peter and Spiderman films Green Goblin via fridging Aunt May, because beyond that, MCU Peter has zero connection to these villains and the other two Spidey's have more development with the villains then he does.

Like, there's fun little cameos everyone whose seen prior stuff can enjoy (Doctor Who coming to mind here along with DC's Shazam! and Black Adam), and then there's the MCU having the cameos take over the whole film somehow, meaning your forced to watch prior stuff to understand. And as much as I can agree Black Panther is easy to watch because it doesn't rely on prior stuff (with the only set up being in the end credits where we see Bucky), gonna have to sadly point out Wakanda Forever does have that stupid Valentina stuff shoved in to set up Thunderbolts, though gonna assume that was on higher up's end and not Ryan Coogler's end, since its basically apart of their pattern in the MCU at this rate.

#anti mcu #mcu critical #tho ngl not huge on wakanda forever myself #but only cause of how t'challas death and riri were handled #and as someone who doesn't see the hints of namor x shuri #but at the same time its probably the better movie of phase four next to shang chi #as shang chi is also easy to watch without prior stuff

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nessieart · 7 months ago

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tooth&claw chapter 3

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Wc: 3.4k

Pairings: Tony Stark x Shifter!reader

Age of Ultron

Warning: Canon typical violence, language!, no y/n used. Nicknames: poppy/flowers

“What happened?” You look around at the group of disheveled Avengers. They’ve certainly seen better days. Clint is helping Natasha toward a two-story farmhouse, everyone else trailing behind as you and Tony bring up the rear.

The endless sea of golden wheat seems to glow in the sunlight. There's a forest surrounding the few acres of land around the farm and wheat fields.

It's beautiful.

“Wanda,” Tony grimaces, “her powers messed most of the group up pretty bad.” Tony looks over at Bruce, his eyes full of concern for his friend. “others, well,” he shrugs.

“Clint and I avoided the bad Vulcan mind meld, it seems. Cap and Thor seem to be doing alright.” Tony brings a hand around your shoulders, pulling you in and guiding you to catch up with the group.

“What is this place?” Thor asks as you all climb the stairs and gather on the porch.

“A safe house?” Tony shrugs.

“Let's hope,” Clint pushes the front door open, leading you all into a spacious living room. “Honey, I’m home,” he calls out.

A very pregnant woman comes out, surprise on her face as she takes in the multitude of people in her living room.

You feel dizzy, and the ringing in your ears is loud, there is muffled voices conversing around you. And then you hear the peal of laughter, small feet stampeding down the stairs, and two children running and hugging Clint. It's beautifully domestic. You want that, and it makes you sick.

“I - I need some air,” you rush out of the room, before anyone can stop you, and out of the house. The slap of the screen door sounds behind you as you take a running start off the porch and into the grass.

The Shift is fast, and you don't give the tears time to fall from your eyes before you're out of sight.

The ground is wet on the pads of your paws as you weave through the trees, the smells of the forest calm your frayed nerves a little.

Why were the visions Wanda showed you so vivid? Why show you something you can never have?

A few miles of mindless running, you hear the sound of rushing water. Taking your time now that you've had a chance to outrun the panic, you find the source of water. There's a small waterfall that crashes into a pond, then flows down a river.

It's serene and almost makes you forget about the outside world; what happened just a few hours ago.

You make it back to the farmhouse an hour later, leaves and twigs clinging to your fur, but you don't mind. You can see Steve and Tony chopping wood out front, so you slowly make your way towards them. Paws dragging you forward and head hanging low.

As you near the two of them, they seem to be in a heated argument, which isn't a new thing with them.

Steve picks up a log and rips it in half with his hands, “Every time someone tries to win a war before it starts, innocent people die. Every time.”

You give a soft bark, the two men whirl around to face you. Tony's face is full of relief at the sight of you. Steve's concerned eyes scan you for any injuries, and when he can't find any, he just nods and puts his hands on his hips.

“God I was so worried,” Tony says as he hugs you around the neck. He only had to bend a little to engulf you in a tight embrace, your head resting over his shoulder. He stands and runs his hands through your dark fur.

“Um, Mr Stark?” Clint's wife cautiously comes into view. She's eyeing you with concern, and then she looks from Steve to Tony. She must realize you don't mean any harm as she continues, “uh, Clint said you wouldn't mind, but our tractor, it doesn't seem to want to start at all. I thought maybe you might…”

Tony nods, “yeah, I'll give her a kick.” He runs another hand over your head, picking out a leaf as he does. He turns to Steve and points at his small pile of chopped wood, “don't take from my pile.”

Steve says your name, and your head shoots up to him. He gestures to Clint's wife. “She's usually more human looking than this. This is Laura, Clint's wife.”

When you take a step forward, she shuffles back away from you, a hand going to her belly, so you stop, ears falling back and tail low. Steve comes to stand next to you to put a reassuring hand on your back.

Laura nods hesitantly and heads back into the house.

Steve heaves a sigh, “Well that could have gone better. Are you ok?” You heave a sigh as well, flopping to the ground with a grunt. He sits on a log next to you, and you lift your head to rest on his knee. He picks the twigs from your fur.

“Wanda got to me, too,” he murmurs after a moment, eyes unseeing and distant. “I saw Peggy. It was after the war. Like I never put that plane in the ice,” he sighs again. “She was waiting for me, told me we could finally go home, that my fighting was done.”

His eyes find yours after another quiet minute, “I can only imagine what you saw. The way you looked at Laura, and then her kids,” he shakes his head, “you'll get to have that one day. I'm sure of it.”

“Whoa, is that a dog?” Excited little voices followed by quick footsteps reach your ears. You shoot up to all fours and back away behind Steve.

Steve stands and puts his hands out to stop Clint and Laura’s kids, “well, wait a minute, uh–“

Around Steve, you can see Clint running to catch up, his wife on the porch looking concerned. The moment Clint notices you, he grabs his kids to stop them.

“What the hell is that?” He asks. Steve says your name like it’s the most obvious thing, gesturing to you as you step around him. Head low and body ready to run if you need to.

“Jones?” Clint asks. He slowly lowers his hands and his kids all but launch themselves at you. Small hands rake through your fur, petting and rubbing places no one else has.

A purr rumbles out of your chest as you sit and let the kids harass you with affection. Your hind leg lifts to scratch an itch when they hit a good spot. They giggle, and you flop over so they can rub your tummy.

“Can we keep her?” The girl asks. You give an offended bark and Steve laughs.

“I'm gone for 10 minutes, and everyone's getting handsy with my girl?” Tony stands off to the outskirts of the group, hands in his pockets and a fond smile on his face. You're upside down as you look at him, mouth open, tail wagging, and tongue lolling out. He chuckles at you.

He unties the flannel from around his waist and holds it out for you, shaking it a little. Behind him, you notice Nick Fury. Ah, so that's why he was in the barn.

You sit upright, prance around the kids a few times, making them laugh, and make your way to Tony, “time to change, honey,” he holds the flannel up to block the view of others as you Shift. It's large enough that when he wraps it around you, it covers down to your mid thighs. The sleeves are a little too long, so you bunch them up at your elbows, fastening a few buttons so the flannel doesn't fly off your frame.

When you turn around to face the kids, they run over to you, asking a million questions and tugging you along towards the house. You cast a glance at Clint, and he just shrugs, following you as his kids tug at your hands.

Laura stops you, taking her kids by their shirt collars, “ok you two, why don't you let Ms. Jones gets washed up and changed before we give her the 20 questions.” You shoot her a grateful smile, and she nods at you, turning her kids to run into the house. They both give a grumbled aw mooom, but trudge into the house nonetheless.

You're left at the bottom of the porch stairs, worrying your bottom lip as Clint, then Fury, and then Tony climbs up the stairs and into the house. Steve begins his ascent, but you stop him when you grab his wrist. You can see Tony through the screen door, brows furrowed but waiting for you.

“I can't have that life,” you say quietly for Steve. You know he hears you when he grabs your elbow to step closer, “Can't,” your free hand grips the fabric around your middle a little tighter when you look up at him.

A shaky exhale leaves your lips, you feel the burn behind your eyes but don't bother to blink it away, “Bucky was - he” you shake your head, “- the Soldier was there. There was fire and smoke. And him. He said I was supposed to be his.”

“None of that happened. It wasn't real, Flowers,” Steve brushes the tear from your face with his thumb.

“But it was real to me,” You're trembling and you don't realize you've started to cry until Tony pries you away from Steve and carries up the stairs of Clint and Laura's home.

He runs the shower for you and says there's extra clothes on the bed from Laura and Nat.

It was quiet in the room, Tony didn't pry or ask what happened on the porch. He just let you stare off out the window. He'd wait for however long you needed to.

Clint had stuck his head in the room a while later, saying dinner was ready, and to head down when you both were ready.

“We had a daughter,” you say as Tony gets up to leave. He stops short, hand hanging in the air near the doorknob. “I was pregnant, too. Maybe 6 months or so,” a sad smile flits across your face, hand coming up to rub over your stomach again. Tony turns to look at you as you do.

“Were we happy?” He asks softly. His whole body looks like it wants to melt into the floorboards. Tears glisten your eyes, and you nod.

“We could - I mean, if -” Tony clears his throat and rubs his palms down his jeans, “if you wanted to, y’know. Try,” his brows pinch, and he winces. “It um, it sounds nice. The quiet life.”

“It does,” you frown, standing and pacing the room like a caged animal. You tell Tony the rest of the vision you had. He doesn't speak. He looks like he's going to be sick.

“I -” I can't get pregnant, “- I'm sorry I ran away. Earlier,” is all you manage to say.

You didn't pay much attention during dinner. Everyone talked about Ultron and what there was to be done about him.

The plan was laid out. You wanted to go with Steve to South Korea, just to double check on Dr. Cho.

“I'll take Natasha and Clint,” Steve said as everyone else put their gear on.

Tony nodded, “Alright, strictly recon. I'll hit the NEXUS, I'll join you as soon as I can.”

You followed Nat to her room. You're positive she'd have an extra suit for you. She raised her brows at you as you stood in the doorway, arms crossed over your chest.

“I need a suit, I'm going with you,” you left no room to argue. You knew she wouldn't. Natasha smirked at you and tossed you a duffle bag.

After changing, you follow Nat down the stairs. Before you get to the bottom, she flips a knife over and holds it out for you. It was your turn to raise an eyebrow, hand coming up and extending your claws. Nat's gaze never wavers, and she raises her perfectly sculpted brow at you in return. You sigh, taking the blade and stashing it in a holster on your hip.

Fury's voice carries across the landing as you reach the bottom with Natasha. “I'll drop Banner off at the tower. Do you mind if I borrow Ms. Hill?”

“She's all yours, apparently,” Tony's eyes found yours, and his brow creased. “Take Tooth and Claw with you, too.”

A round of protests was heard from you, Natasha and Fury. Your voice is the loudest.

“Absolutely fucking not, I'm going with Steve,” you pointed an aggressive finger at the man. His ears tinge pink as his hands come up in defense. Before he could speak you held up your hand, “it's non negotiable.” And you storm outside toward the quinjet.

Steve cleared his throat as you stomped passed, eyes looking at Fury, “What are you gonna do?”

Nick chuckled at your retreating form, giving a knowing look at Tony and Steve, “I don't know. Something dramatic, I hope.”

You wait outside the quinjet for Tony. You couldn't leave without saying goodbye, no matter how upset you were a minute ago.

“Look, I know you're mad,” his hands come up in defense as you narrow your eyes at him, “I'm just trying to keep you safe.” He stops in front of you, hands rubbing up and down your arms.

“And I've told you I can take care of myself,” you bring a hand to his cheek, running your thumb under the cut beneath his eye. You smile a little, “I'm not the one who's fragile.” He huffs and turns his face into your palm, kissing your wrist.

“Just be careful,” Tony's brow creases with worry.

“You too,” you lean up to kiss him, “and I'm always careful.” Tony scoffs and rolls his eyes in response.

Clint dropped you and Steve off on a rooftop, overlooking the facility you knew Helen Cho would be in.

“Two minutes,” Steve says, the ear communicator also picks up his voice. “Stay close.”

“Couldn't have dropped us off closer, Clint?” You say as you and Steve start jogging.

You hear his laugh over the comms, “now where would the fun in that be?”

Soon, Steve and you enter the facility. It's dark, the axillary lights are on, some blinking in and out. Reaching the lab, you notice broken equipment, glass shattered everywhere, and a few dead bodies.

Steve rushes forward, “Dr. Cho!” He grabs a rag and places it over her bleeding wound.

Cho's breathing is heavy, her skin sheen with sweat, “H-he's uploading himself to the body.”

You kneel down next to her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, “where?”

She shakes her head. Steve goes to get up, but Helen stops him, “the real power is inside the Cradle. The gem, its power, is uncontainable. You can’t just blow it up. Get the Cradle to Stark.”

“First I have to find it,” Steve says. “You guys copy that?”

“We did,” you hear Clint.

You step away, pulling out your phone to get emergency medical personnel at your location for Helen and any of the other survivors, if there is any.

“EMTs are 8 minutes out,” you say. Helen nods in appreciation.

“Go,” she tells both you and Steve.

“There,” Clint says as you and Steve exit the building. “Right above you, Cap. On the loop by the bridge. I can take out the driver.”

”Negative, That truck crashes, the gem could level the city,” Steve helps you up the last few rungs of the ladder. “We need to draw out Ultron.”

”Here it comes” You point. The truck is coming in fast. Steve grabs you by the waist, making a quick decision before you have room to protest.

”Just like old times,” as he leaps from the overpass, once his feet hit the trailer, he lets you go, you roll a little, and get your bearings.

”I hate when you do that,” you groan, standing up. Steve maneuvers to the back of the truck, hanging from the back door before it's blown back, and then he flies up and back down onto the dangling trailer door. “Steve?” You peer over the end of the trailer, and he looks up at you.

”Well, he’s definitely angry.”

”You’re no match for him, Cap.”

Steve shakes his head, getting his balance, “Thanks, Barton…” Before Steve could get back up to you, Ultron flips the door off the trailer, and Steve goes flying back into a car.

“Cap?” You call, watching as he swings from a truck mirror and launches himself back onto the truck trailer next to you. He nods his head at you.

“You know what’s in that Cradle?” Ultron appears in front of you, floating with his arm raised and poised to shoot. He fires, the beams bouncing off the shield on Steve’s back. “The power to make real change. And that terrifies you.”

Steve grimaces, “I wouldn't call it a comfort,” pulling his shield off his back and throwing it at Ultron. It bounces off a few times before he kicks it into Ultron’s chest.

Ultron flings the shield away. It flies off and onto the street, “Stop that!” He shoots a plasma beam right into Steve’s chest and sends him flying to the front of the truck. Ultron turns to you, slightly hovering in the air as he makes his way toward you. “Don't make me put you down,” he raises his hand like he’s going to shoot you, but waits. You growl at him, both hands letting go of the metal trailer and turning towards him to strike.

Steve jumps back up on top of the trailer and onto Ultron’s back. You jump on his front and try to dig your claws into any part of him that you can tear away. Ultron throws you off first, and you barely have time to catch yourself before you’re thrown off. You use the momentum to get into the back of the trailer. Two Legionnaire sentries raise their guns on you. The repulsors charge up, but before they could hit you, they fly out at the sounds of the quintet machine gun.

“Cutting it close,” you sigh. “whoa…” the cradle is - well - it’s definitely different.

You tried to disable the upload, but nothing you did mattered. You were getting locked out no matter what buttons you smashed. After a few minutes of trying to force the cradle open, the clamor of shuffling feet and fighting above your head dies down.

The truck jostles, and you feel it lift off the ground.

Shit.

“The package is airborne. I have a clean shot," Clint said into your ear.

“No! I'm still in the truck!” You tell him, trying to find a way to release the cradle.

“What the hell are you...?”

“Just be ready, I'm gonna send it to you,” you take the knife out that Nat gave you, sawing through the straps. It is released one by one, and it begins to slide around the bed of the trailer.

Through the opening, you see the quinjet try to keep level with the back, Clint opens the ramp of the jet, “Ready when you are, Jonesy.”

You exhale a heavy breath, latch onto the cradle, plant your feet on the wall behind you, and kick off as hard as you can. In the air, you free fall for a moment before the cradle lands with a thud in the quinjet.

Before you could climb in, something grabs your foot and yanks you from your position. You fall, and then large metal arms grab you. For a moment, you're relieved, but then when you look up to your supposed savior, it's Ultron, and your blood runs cold.

You struggle to get free, but his arms hold you tighter, “Ah ah, stop squirming. Don't want to drop you.” If robots could smirk, you're sure he would be.

“Where are you taking me?” There's concern over the comms about you, Steve asking if you're ok, Clint and Natasha asking where you are. Before you can answer, metal fingers dig the communicator from your ear and squish it between its fingers.

Red eyes look down at you, a hand coming up to your face, “You'll see.” And the last thing you hear before your vision goes dark is a saddened metallic voice saying, “You'll all see…”

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giveamadeuschohisownmovie · 1 year ago

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“Mission Impossible: Dead Reckoning - Part One” review:

Short review

Really fun action movie that’s bogged down by a questionable plot. I give it a solid letter grade of B. But part of me is also thinking B-/C+.

Long review

Coming off of “Fallout”, while I did enjoy the seventh installment, the plot was a bit disappointing. Part of me wonders if it’s because this movie is a two-parter and we’re not meant to see the entire picture yet, but the other part of me is questioning why this was the story that Cruise and friends went with.

The plot is basically “find key to control big scary computer”. This might as well be an Indiana Jones movie since they treated this key like a long-lost artifact. While this makes for a fun adventure movie, the plot starts falling apart when the movie starts going into the lore behind the key:

1) So apparently, we built an all-powerful AI called “The Entity” which is solely controlled by one key. Yeah, sure.

2) The Entity is this sentient AI that just sorta exists. As the villain of the movie, it’s really hard to be scared by it when the movie isn’t even sure what the villain’s goals are.

3) The AI is written like it’s God or something. The way the main characters talk about the Entity makes it seem like it’s omnipotent. Or Satan himself. In fact, there’s even a goofy ass scene where a bunch of unnamed officials take turns describing the Entity, which made them sound like cultists describing their god. I can’t believe I’m writing this but the “Terminator” movies and “Age of Ultron” had more believable depictions of an all-powerful AI that’s gone rogue.

So, as a villain, the Entity is kinda lame. And I do get why the writers went with an AI villain due to how topical AI is nowadays. I just don’t think this was a good depiction. In fact, as supposed social commentary on the dangers of AI, 1) other movies did it better and 2) it misses the real world consequences of AI, such as loss of jobs and being unable to determine what’s real anymore.

Aside from a questionable villain, there are other aspects of the plot that bothered me:

1) Esai Morales’ villain, Gabriel, was incredibly underdeveloped. I just know that he did something in the past that really affected Ethan. Other than that, he’s just there to be evil.

2) Hayley Atwell is acting her heart out, but her character kinda…sucks? I’m not sure what the writers were going for with Grace. She spends the first half of the movie being a nuisance and then, all of a sudden, she’s forced into becoming an IMF agent. But the thing is, I don’t get why she was treated so important to the story. Yes, she steals the key at the start, but after she loses the key, she loses relevance in the story. It’s like the only reason why Grace stuck around the second half was because Ilsa Faust died and Ethan needed the help of the only other female main character around in order to do an undercover mission. So, while I hate pitting two female main characters against each other, it does feel like Grace is in this movie to be Ilsa’s replacement, because she doesn’t have much relevance to the story after she loses the key. Speaking of Ilsa…

3) Ilsa Faust was 100% fridged. I’m actually fine with characters dying for the plot, but the way Ilsa’s death was handled left a bad taste in your mouth. Unless she actually faked her death for the 100th time, Ilsa dying felt like a step back. And if she was killed off to make room for Grace, then that’s another point deduction to the movie.

Now, there was a lot that I did enjoy. I liked Pom Klementieff’s character (also, how goofy is it that her character is a French assassin named Paris) and I wish she had a bigger role. It was nice seeing Kittredge again since the last time we saw him was MI1. Tom Cruise is working his fucking ass off and is still putting on a great show. And, of course, Ving Rhames and Simon Pegg are always a ton of fun in these movies.

That being said, it’s hard to look past the questionable plot choices. So, even though the movie was a ton of fun, it’s a bit of a step back for me. “Fallout” and “Rogue Nation” definitely feel like that’s where the franchise peaked. But, despite all my criticism, I am looking forward to Part Two. Hopefully, Part Two is where I’ll be sold on the plot.

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letthewhumpbegin · 2 years ago

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Didn't See That Coming - Avengers

Fandom: Avengers (Age of Ultron) Characters: Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner Prompt: This was written for the prompt "Taking the Bullet" off my @badthingshappenbingo card. (Card at the bottom of this post). Word count: 3178 Warnings: mentions of gunshot wounds, blood, medical procedures.

A/N: this is set during Age of Ultron, and holds some spoilers for that movie. Also, this is AU to the ending of Age of Ultron, so if you don't like that, don't read 😉

He saw the child cowering among the rubble, and he saw Ultron's aircraft getting closer. As was the rain of bullets Ultron sent from his weapons without any pause.

Clint made the decision in a split-second. The risk was high that one, or more, of Ultron's bullets was going to hit him, possibly even fatally harm him, but he just could not allow that little boy to be slaughtered in front of his eyes. No, he had to at least try and do something.

Clint jumped out of the small jet that was evacuating people out of Sokovia, and ran to the child. He immediately took the little boy in his arms, pressing him close to his body. It was a desperate attempt to shield this young life from the rain of bullets he knew was coming.

The bullets impacted on the ground all around him and came ever closer. Clint expected to get hit any second now, when he felt the strangest sensation. It felt almost as if he was being blown away by a sudden gust of wind.

Clint slowly opened his eyes when he heard the rain of bullets subside, but the pain of being hit stayed out. He looked at the little boy still in his arms, who also seemed to be unharmed. "What the...?" Clint mumbled non-understandingly. He released the boy from his protective grasp, who immediately ran away to its mother.

It was only then that Clint's eye fell on Pietro standing a few feet away from him. Well, standing?

The young man was swaying on his feet, and all over his body crimson stains appeared on his clothes. "You didn't see that coming?" Pietro tried to keep up his bravado, but his voice was laced with pain. "Oh, no..." Clint mumbled brokenly. He realized immediately that it had been Pietro who had pulled him out of the line of fire, and that it was Pietro who had caught the full wad of bullets instead.

"No, no, no..." Clint scrambled to his feet. He was just able to catch Pietro in his arms, as the young man's legs gave out on him. "Why?! Why would you do this?!" Pietro smiled faintly up at Clint, showing already bloodstained teeth. "Couldn't watch you get killed, now could I?" "You should have thought about your sister!" Clint had never felt so powerless. "She tells me... you have wife and children..." Pietro's speech was getting more difficult with every word.

Clint felt as though he had been dealt a blow to the stomach. Pietro's last remark got to him way more than he thought anything ever could.

Suddenly, a new-found willpower and determination washed over Clint. "You're not going to die," he said to Pietro, "hold on, I'm getting you to help." Clint lifted Pietro off of the ground and into his arms. He turned on the spot and made way for the aircraft as fast as he could.

"Wait! Hold it!" Clint yelled at one of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents locking the aircraft and readying it for take-off. "I've got a severely injured one here. I need you to take us straight to the helicarrier. This man needs urgent medical care." "Yes, sir!" The agent slammed the door of the aircraft shut behind Clint the moment he set foot aboard.

Clint stumbled over to the first row of chairs he came across, and carefully lay Pietro down on them. For the first time, Clint truly looked at the young man's injuries and was horrified by what he saw. He counted at least a dozen gunshot wounds all over Pietro's body. All the wounds were of different levels of severity, but at least half of them could prove fatal by themselves alone. It was a miracle the kid had pulled through as far as he had already.

Pietro had lost consciousness by now. He was taking panting, irregular breaths that did not quite seem to reach his lungs, and sometimes a soft groan in pain escaped his bloodstained lips. His body twitched from time to time, which was undoubtedly caused by shock setting in.

Clint sank to the ground by the chairs. He had his hands pressed firmly onto Pietro's torso, trying to keep pressure on as many of the bullet wounds he could reach. But despite his efforts, Pietro's blood still spilled onto the chairs, and was staining Clint's hands and clothes. Clint momentarily closed his eyes, sadly shaking his head. "Why did you do this, kid...?"

"Is there anything I can do to help, sir?" The agent Clint had spoken to just now approached quietly. He stared horror-struck at the bloody mess that was Pietro. "No," Clint answered wearily, "just get us to the medical post as soon as possible." "Two minutes out, sir," the agent answered, "and I took the liberty to inform Dr. Banner of your imminent arrival. He will be waiting for you when we land." Clint nodded, sincerely thankful for the agent's help. "Good man."

The two remaining minutes of flight felt like hours to Clint. Pietro's condition was critical, and Clint feared every irregular, hitched breath could be the kid's last. Clint wasn't sure how much longer Pietro would be able to cling to life, but he vehemently wished it would be long enough to get him to help. "Hang in there, kid, hang in there..."

---

The moment the aircraft's wheels touched down on the deck of the helicarrier, Clint took up Pietro in his arms again and immediately disembarked. He hadn't even fully set foot aboard the helicarrier, or Bruce was by his side.

"Oh my god..." Bruce was shocked to see the state Pietro was in and the extent of the injuries. "I thought they exaggerated when I was told he was hit over a dozen times." "Unfortunately not," Clint answered darkly.

Bruce quickly waved over a few nurses, who hurried over in their direction with a gurney. "Can you save him?" Clint asked, placing Pietro carefully on the gurney. "I don't know," Bruce answered honestly, "his injuries are extreme, and it looks like he's lost a lot of blood. I've got a team standing by to take him into surgery right away, but... we might already be too late."

Clint was expecting to be told that, but it still felt like he had been dealt another blow to the stomach. "Please, do what you can for him." Bruce nodded his head, before he followed the nurses inside.

---

Once in the operating room, a team of surgeons and nurses, including Bruce, started their work on Pietro. "Get an IV-line going," Bruce instructed, "start blood transfusions and get him under full anesthetic."

As soon as Pietro was connected to a heart monitor, a fast rhythm of beeps came from the machine. Bruce stared at it with a deep frown creasing his brow. This heart-rate was fast, way too fast, but at least it was a regular rhythm. Still, it came to show how dire Pietro's situation truly was. "Come on, people, work fast," Bruce encouraged the entire team of surgeons and nurses.

Bruce and three other surgeons surrounded the operating table, as one of the nurses cut Pietro's shirt from his body. The frown on Bruce's brow deepened even further at the sight of the bare wounds. It was a downright miracle Pietro was still alive! Bullets had struck into him in many places, and almost his entire torso was smeared with his own blood.

"Alright, everyone, let's work swiftly." Bruce stood at Pietro's left side, near his shoulder, and attended the wounds in that area. The other three surgeons each tended to wounds in the area of Pietro's body they stood closest to.

The four of them set to work on the almost impossible task of saving Pietro's life, but they would not give up on him until they had tried absolutely everything.

---

Bruce had never worked more swiftly in his entire life, but a lot depended upon it. He had already stopped the bleeding on three of the wounds and sutured them up. Just two more wounds needed his attention in his area. The other surgeons, too, made steady progress. At least half of Pietro's wounds had been attended to by now, but a few nasty ones were still bleeding quite freely.

Bruce cast a quick glance at Pietro's face. The Russian was extremely pale, and his blonde hair was plastered to his head by sweat and blood. Bruce noticed a few spasm-like twitches of Pietro's head. It was minute, but rapid enough for Bruce to fear that the anesthetic was already wearing off.

"Keep an eye on him." Bruce warned the nurse who stood near Pietro's head. "If that gets worse, you give him another dose of the anesthetic." "He's already at the maximum, sir," the nurse protested. "He has survived plenty of experiments on him," Bruce answered, "and his body works in strange ways because of it. Trust me, this will be the least dangerous thing that was ever done to him." "But, sir..." The nurse protested again. "Just do it. We do not need any of his rapid movements right now." Bruce spoke in a controlled way, but the finality of his order was clear.

Suddenly, one of Pietro's arms twitched, clearly noticeable for all persons in the room and much faster than anyone was comfortable with. "Now, please," Bruce urged the nurse. She nodded wordlessly and quickly injected another dose of the anesthetic into Pietro's IV line. The young man's twitching quickly lessened until he finally lay completely still again. "Alright," Bruce sighed, relieved, "if he even thinks of doing that again, you hit him with another dose."

Now that Pietro was under full anesthetic again, Bruce quickly checked the Russian's well-being on the monitors surrounding him. The heart monitor still showed a rhythm that was too fast to be normal, and his blood pressure was still alarmingly low.

"How are we with stopping the bleeding from the wounds?" Bruce asked the other surgeons in general. "I'm having some trouble here," one of the surgeons answered. He was indicating where a bullet had torn through Pietro's abdomen. "Okay, keep working on it," Bruce instructed, "and continue the blood transfusions. We need to get his blood pressure up."

Bruce watched the other surgeons work for a few seconds. Apart from the troubles they were still having, most of the wounds were treated and had stopped bleeding. Bruce took it as somewhat of a good sign that Pietro had pulled through so far, but he knew it could still go either way. "Come on, kid," Bruce quietly mumbled the encouragement, "if anyone can pull through this, it's you."

---

Everyone worked tirelessly on Pietro for over five hours, but finally the bleeding was stopped on all his wounds. The Russian had had to receive two more doses of anesthetic to fully keep him under during the operation, but it was a risk Bruce was more than willing to take.

The moment Bruce finished the final suture, a feeling of indescribable relief and exhaustion washed over him. Their mission had been to stop the bleeding and save the kid's life, and for now they had succeeded. Pietro was nowhere near out of danger yet, Bruce was well aware of that. There were still many things that could go wrong, and there was a very real chance he could still succumb to his wounds, but for now Bruce took this victory.

"Bandage all the wounds." Bruce passed around the final instructions. "And give him two more bags of blood. Transfer him to one of the private recovery rooms once you're done." "Will do," one of the nurses answered. "And keep a close eye on him," Bruce finished with a tired sigh, "we can't let him slip away now."

---

Bruce walked out of the operating room and quickly changed into his regular clothes. Undoubtedly a few people were waiting for news on Pietro.

As soon as Bruce set foot into the medical wing's waiting area, he was enveloped by a flash of scarlet. "Tell me," Wanda sobbed, her hands tightly holding onto Bruce's arms. Tears stained her face and her eyes were red from crying. "Is my brother still alive?" Clint stood a little further down the room, but looked equally worried and worn out. "He pulled through so far," Bruce answered, "but he's severely injured and weak. It's still too early to tell if he'll survive this." "Thank you," Wanda said softly, "I know you did all you could for him, and for that I am grateful."

"Can she see him?" Clint asked on Wanda's behalf. "You can," Bruce nodded, "they're taking him to one of the recovery rooms now." "I'll take you there." Clint put an arm around Wanda's trembling shoulders and slowly guided her away. "Thank you, Bruce," the archer said softly as he passed.

---

Clint guided Wanda to the recovery room. Pietro was under close surveillance, but had the room to himself. Wanda entered first. The moment she lay eyes upon her brother, she gasped audibly, clasping her hands over her mouth. She silently shuffled over to the bed and watched her brother as he lay there.

Clint kept a respectful distance, but even from a few feet away he could see the tears rolling down Wanda's cheeks. And he had to admit: seeing Pietro like this was no pretty sight. Bandages covered almost Pietro's entire chest, and where skin was visible there were electrodes stuck for the heart monitor. Both his arms had IV line in them, one for the blood transfusions that were still going on, and the other one for all the necessary fluids and medicine he was receiving. The blonde strands of his hair were caked together with dried up blood, and he looked altogether more dead than alive.

"What did he do to deserve this?" Wanda sobbed quietly. "He's a fighter," Clint said softly, "he won't go down easily." Wanda remained quiet and took Pietro's hand in hers. She stared at her brother's unconscious face and pale features.

"He was always the one protecting me," Wanda mumbled after a while of silence. "He risked his life before, but never like this." Clint watched her silently, as she clearly broke even further apart in front of him. "He would beat up the kids that picked on me when we were younger," Wanda continued, "he would chase them around the block, cursing and yelling at them." "Everything a brother should do for his sister," Clint said with the hint of a smile. "And now he might never do any such thing again." Fresh tears fell from Wanda's eyes and here words were barely audible now.

"Hey, hey." Clint rushed forward to sling a comforting arm around her shoulders. "Come on, now, you mustn't think like that." Wanda sniffled. "But I have to accept there is a chance he still dies." "Where there's a chance that he dies, there's also a chance that he lives," Clint comforted.

Clint guided Wanda to one of the chairs next to Pietro's bed and sat her down upon it. He knelt down in front of her, looking deep into her tear-filled eyes. "Sit here and be with him," Clint said softly, "I'll leave you alone with him, either way you need it." Wanda wiped some of the tears off her cheek, nodding silently. "If you need me, just send one of the nurses for me, okay?" Clint reassured her once more. "Okay," Wanda mumbled.

Clint silently rose to his feet and quietly exited the room, leaving Wanda alone with her brother.

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At some point Wanda had fallen asleep in the chair by Pietro's bedside. It wasn't a deep sleep, more of a light slumbering, but at least it had calmed her down somewhat.

She was awoken by the sounds of someone entering the room. She opened her eyes to look at the newcomer, and found Bruce quietly closing the door behind him. "I'm sorry," Bruce spoke softly, "I didn't mean to wake you." "It's alright." Wanda hoisted herself a little more upright in the chair. "I wasn't really sleeping anyway."

Bruce walked further into the room and stared intently at the monitors surrounding Pietro. He shortly pressed his fingers against the pulse point of Pietro's wrist, and shortly rested a hand on the young man's chest.

"How's he doing?" Wanda asked nervously. "Well..." Bruce glanced at all the numbers and statistics on the screens once more. "Given the circumstances, I'm quite satisfied. His heart-rate is calmer, his breathing is stronger, and even his blood pressure is climbing to more healthy levels."

Wanda was about to ask more questions, when Pietro suddenly stirred. He fitfully rolled his head, mumbling something in a language Bruce didn't understand. "What's he saying?" Bruce asked Wanda, for he suspected that it was their native language. Fresh tears rolled down Wanda's cheeks. "He's asking for me-- if I've made it out of Sokovia."

Wanda gently caressed Pietro's arm. The moment her fingers touched his skin, Pietro leaned into her touch as much as he could. "Wanda..." "I'm here," she sobbed softly, "I'm alright, I'm here with you." Pietro stirred again, and this time he marginally opened his eyes, looking glassily up at his sister. "Oh!" Wanda gasped, bringing her brother's hand up to her face and kissing his fingers.

"Pietro?" Bruce inched closer to his patient. He had been expecting a lot, but not for Pietro to wake up so soon already. Even though it was only a state of semi-consciousness and Pietro looked utterly weak, this was more than Bruce could have asked for.

"Pietro?" Bruce asked again. It took a few seconds, but finally Pietro managed to somewhat focus his gaze on the doctor. "Can you tell me what year it is?" Bruce started the standard questions to determine the effect the loss of blood might have had on Pietro. "In whatever fucking year it was armageddon." Pietro's voice sounded slurred and lifeless, but at least he was interacting. Bruce chuckled softly. "Honestly now, please." "2015." "Good. And do you know who I am?" "Bruce Banner."

"Thank you. Rest up now." Bruce shortly rested a hand on Pietro's forearm. "I won't bother you with any more questions." He made to walk away and leave Wanda with her brother, when Pietro stopped him.

"Dr. Banner?" Pietro now fully shifted his gaze to Bruce. "Barton and the child? Did they make it?" Bruce nodded. "They're alive and well." Pietro smiled briefly, before he closed his eyes again. It only took a few seconds for him to glide off into either sleep or unconsciousness again. His short moment of wakefulness had taken a lot of him already, but he now knew it had at least not been for nothing.

Bruce looked over the monitors surrounding Pietro one more time. He slowly nodded in satisfaction. Things could still go either way for Pietro, but suddenly Bruce had a distinct feeling that everything would be fine in the end.

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itsthestutterforme · 10 months ago

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“The Look of Love” 2/2

Summary: After Steve got back from D.C., he made a decision he would soon regret. Now he wants to try and out the pieces back together.

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, sexual themes (lots of oral, fingering), story is set in Avengers: Age of Ultron, MINORS DNI

Steve watches you attentively as your face mellowed with sleep. He rested his head on his inner forearm, his gaze falling to the singular twist that’s peeking out of your bonnet. He was half tempted to take one into his hand and rub his thumb over it but he didn’t want to wake you. He replays the last few hours with you.

He took your back to your place and you invited him inside to have a talk. You poured the two of you a coffee and Steve first started talking about what happened in D.C. and his best friend, Bucky. He told you everything he could without giving away Fury’s cover. Then things progressed from Bucky to you and how he wanted to try again. He regretted ever ending things in the first place.

By the time he was finished, you had drank the entire cup and it was three in the morning.

Not liking the idea of him going back home so late, you insisted he stay with you until sunrise. The two of you had changed into something comfortable and you refused to let him sleep on the couch. You trusted him. The two of you didn’t have sex until the sixth date.

It was a long waiting game between the two of you. He wanted to wait as long as possible for you to be comfortable around him. And you waited for him to make the first move. He respected you so much. He didn’t want to taint any of that.

You stirred a little in his arms, turning so you were laying on your back. A yawn left your lips and you stretched your arms out, freezing when you collide with a warm chest. “Oh! Sorry,” you brought your arms back but he caught your hand. You watched as he pressed a soft kiss to the palm of your hand. “Good morning,” he greets. You lifted your hand to hold the side of his face.

He sighs at your touch and turns his face into it.“Morning,” his eyes flickered to your lips and your mirrored his movements. He slowly leans in and ghosts his lips over yours. “No,” he says, pulling away. “No?” “I have to earn it. Earn you back.” He cups the back of your head and presses a series of kisses to your forehead before standing from the bed.

“I’ll get started on breakfast,” he offers. You found yourself reaching for him to pull him back. But he was adamant about earning you back. In your eyes, he already did that when you watched him walk away. Your gaze fell from his muscled back in his white tank top to his thick legs in those grey sweatpants you kept of his. You’re really glad you kept those

Maybe you needed a cold shower.

Steve has been pursuing you like when the first time you two started talking. He would send flowers and swing by your job with your favorite sandwich every week. The dates were genuine and thoughtful and never the same date twice.

This time you two had just come back from a botanical garden in New Jersey. He was walking you to the front door of your apartment. You had a gorgeous bouquet of tulips in your hands and Steve’s jacket draped over your shoulders. “I can’t believe a butterfly landed on your nose. You must have felt like a princess,” you said with a chuckle. “Do you feel like a princess?” He intercepted.

“No,” you stood in front of him so he would stop walking, “I feel like a queen,” you could visibly see the worry melt from his features and you smiled. “Good. I’m glad to hear that.” Here you were once again, faces inches apart right in front of your door and not one kiss. You felt like you were going to combust so you decided to bring out the big guns.

“Oh! I just remembered that I have something for you,” “Oh really?” You hummed in response, brushing your nose against his before turning to open your door. You had bought tickets for the Yankees game for him to take whoever he wanted. You weren’t particularly into sports but you knew him and Sam have been meaning to go to see a Yankees game for a while.

You unlocked the door and went into your bedroom to get them. Steve waited by the door like the gentleman he was. “Y/N, no, you didn’t have to do that.” Once he noticed the blue and white colored tickets. “You deserve to be spoiled too, Steve. You should definitely take Sam. He would love it.” You handed him the tickets and he looked at you with longing.

“Y/N, I..” he trails off when he notices you reach under your dress and pull down on the straps on your navy blue thong, Steve’s favorite color. The thong dropped to your ankles and you maintained eye contact. His eyes darkened and he licked his lips when he sees the thong on the floor. His breathing picked up when you reached to take off your bra.

He snaps out of whatever spell you put him under when he heard the door from down the hall opened. Steve immediately walked through the door and closed it. You took a few steps back, a smile tugged on your lips when he swiftly locked the door. You resumed taking off your bra when his back was facing you and tossed it on his shoulder.

He slowly turned to face you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, noticing you moving away from him. Taking your bra into his hands, he sets it on the counter along with his keys and the tickets before making his way towards you. You kicked off your flats in anticipation the closer he came to you. Lifting you into his arms, you pressed a long kiss to his lips. His tongue swiped along your bottom lip, your hands pulled at his hair.

He groans against your lips as he pulled away. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” He says, slapping your ass before setting you on the counter. “Exposing yourself with the door wide open? Tsk tsk. Not very queen like is it?” “I just missed you. Please just touch me, Steve.” You plead, grinding yourself against the bulge forming in his slacks.

His hands slide down to your hips so you couldn’t move. “Take off your dress,” he says to you, his lips sucking on your neck. You lift the dress over your head and dropped it to the floor. Pressing another kiss on his lips to which he deepens, you gasp when he nipped at your bottom lip.

Reaching for his belt, he caught your hands and pinned your hands above your head. Inhaling sharply when you burning skin pressed against the cool tile of the counter. “Steve,” you said in surprise. He made eye contact with you as he kisses from your neck to your chest.

He takes one of your nipples into his mouth while one of his fingers gathered your slick curling a finger inside of you. You shudder when he presses into a g spot. He moved to your other breast, curling his fingers harder until your body twitched from the stimulation. “Steve, please,” you whimpered, squirming away from him but he held you down.

Rubbing his palm against your clit, your body seized with an orgasm. You finally felt like you could breathe when you came down from your peak. He lets go of your wrist and pries your legs open, spreading your folds and licking up your stripe. He wraps his lips around your clit and sucked harshly.

Your fingers raked through his hair as he bobbed his head to kitten lick you and draw figure eights with his tongue. Rolling your hips against his face, your mouth fell open when he punctured your pussy with his tongue. Your legs closed around his head the closer you got to the edge. He nipped at the skin on your thigh before spreading your legs and holding them open.

A final lick sent you through another earth shattering orgasm. Your hand shot up to push him away, tears building in your eyes. He smooths a hand over your stomach, occasionally pressing kisses to your pelvic bone. He waited for your twitching to subside before sending another broad lick to your throbbing pussy. Your legs were starting to go numb from the constant pressure of Steve holding you down.

“Break- please, I need a break!” You croak, sighing when he kisses up your stomach and until he reached your lips. “I thought you wanted me to touch you.” He teased. “I didn’t mean suck the soul out of me,” you giggled, sliding off the counter and landed on your feet. Your knees gave out but Steve caught you and held you close.

He kisses you warmly, smiling into the kiss when he feels your legs shake involuntarily. Lifting you in his arms, he carries you bridal style into the bedroom. Gently setting you down, you sat up to unbutton his shirt and drag it down his arms. You tossed it somewhere in the room and he kicked off his shoes before you pulled him down to the bed by his belt loops.

He landed in between your legs, catching himself so he wouldn’t crush you. “Looks like someone missed me,” he said, pressing a kiss to your lips. “I did miss you. Now take off your boxers,” you commanded. “Yes ma’am,”

BONUS 🫡 (you’re welcome)

“What’s got you in such a good mood?” Sam asks Steve, who was one of the last to join the group. Once Tony heard Sam and Steve got tickets to the Yankees, he figured why not get tickets for him and Rhodey. The more the merrier.

Steve wears the Yankee’s hat you got him and a white button up with black slacks. And more noticeably, a grin stretched from ear to ear. “Just woke up on the right side of the bed this morning,” Steve says, causing Sam and Rhodey to give each other a look. Yeah, right.

You had spent the night over his place and you tried to get up to make him breakfast in bed. Steve had other plans as he pulled you back to the bed and sat you on his face, licking you until you came. Getting his rocks off was the last thing on his mind. He just loved watching you try to squirm away. It look little effort to hold you in place, but it was cute to see you try.

However this time it resulted in a competition of who will come first. Steve was more than happy to compete and you didn’t realize how much of a natural he was at it. The game was over before you even started. He looked proudly over at your sleeping form. One of your legs propped up, making his shirt rise up over your ass.

He covered your lower half with his blanket and kissed your forehead before getting ready for the Yankees game.

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ginger-snap-talkin-nonsense · 1 year ago

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Watchin the F&F franchise for the first time now? Or just revisiting Fast 5?

First time! Nathan and I are watching it through with my little brother for the first time

First one is solid-fun, easy, entertaining from start to finish with some solid character work

The second suffers from not knowing what it wants to do without Vin there but makes up for it by making Roman such a charming character you don't notice his absence.

The third is bad. It's boring and slow and doesn't have any cool action or any of the characters. The main character is lame and they cared so little for it they just fully retconned the only meaningful death in the movie so the one likeable dude could show up in the mainline franchise. Which I have no problem with that's baller shit.

Fourth is also bad Vin and Paul are back but it's so meandery and retreads the first but not as well that its borderline unwatchable

BUT OH HERE COMES FAST FIVE WITH A STEEL CHAIR

Legit I will never not be disappointed in Avengers and Age of Ultron for not using its time to have more fun "the gang enjoys each other's company" scenes and this movie so scratches that itch! The whole gang from across every movie is here and they're all palin around and making jokes and committing crimes like they're all

What's that word again?

Oh that's right FAMILY

It's also just really fun they open on a train robbery that turns into a high speed rescue and the energy never dips once from there they drive a giant safe through downtown Rio destroying half the city to anger an evil mafia boss that looks like if John Cena went as John Travolta for Halloween it's so ballerrrrrr

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teenage-idiot · 2 years ago

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In the Blink of an Eye - 8

Avengers Age of Ultron | Quicksilver x Female Reader Fan-fiction.

*WARNING SPOILERS*

Contains strong language, sexual references and mentions of death.

1315 words

CHAPTER 8

The grass felt soft underfoot as I walked over to where everyone else was standing. Today we were training outside, which I guess would be a nice change as it could get awfully stuffy being cooped up inside all day. The fresh air could do us all some good.

We all lined up and Cap told us what was going to happen.

"Today, you are really going to need to join together and work as a team if you want to win. We are going to be playing capture the flag. You're going to be put into two teams, and I'll tell you what those teams are in just a moment, but first you need to know the rules. One team will be attacking, and the other defending, then you'll switch. The team attacking has to get the flag, whilst keeping as many of their team members on their feet as possible, and the team defending must try to knock the other team down, and prevent them from getting the flag. Now you can only use the items you have at hand now, or in some cases, the powers you harness. Okay, now we've established a set of rules, the teams will be as follows. In team one, Wanda, Falcon and Pietro."

I heard a small 'yes' escape from Wanda's lips as her brother walked over to join her. He turned and looked at me, giving me a small smirk as he did so.

"Team two will be those that are left, War Machine, Vision and y/n. Team one, you're going to be attacking first, so team two, you're defending."

Cap finished speaking, and team one stayed with him and Nat at the starting point, while my team went off into the woods behind the field we'd been standing on. We found the point with the flag, and made a plan.

"James, you and I will head out a bit further. Y/n, I think you should stay here and guard the flag," Vision said, and I couldn't help but feel like he thought I was going to bring their team down, like I was feeble and weak. Nevertheless, I agreed.

"Sure, that's fine," I lied, feeling useless already.

So, Vision and War Machine headed back out into the woods, and I remained with the flag.

A siren sounded off in the distance somewhere, signalling the start of the game. My whole body tensed up, and I suddenly felt a wave of nervousness surge over me. For a while I just stood there, listening to noises from afar. Then, I heard leaves rustling to my right. There was nothing there, but out of my peripheral vision I saw someone whoosh past me to my left.

'Not someone,' I thought, 'Pietro.'

I was totally on edge, all my senses tingling, and goose bumps running up and down my bare arms.

Before I knew what had happened, my whole body was spinning, literally spinning in the air, and when I came back down, I came down hard. My body smacked down onto the ground, and my stomach felt like it had just been punched about twenty times.

I got up as fast as I could, and thankfully the flag hadn't been taken yet.

A cocky looking Pietro sauntered towards me, a smug look on his face.

"You didn't see that coming?" he smirked, one eyebrow raised.

I heard more rustling coming from behind me and whipped around to see Wanda walking up to where the flag was. I swiftly froze her with my telekinesis, alas, just in time to see Pietro grabbing the flag.

Another siren sounded, signalling the end of the first half of the game, and that it was time to switch. My team headed back to the starting point and team one stayed behind.

"Don't worry. We'll get them this time," James said confidently, and I gave a weak smile, partly feeling it was my fault we'd lost.

Once again, we talked strategy, devising how best to beat the other team.

"The twins worked together last time, so they'll probably do the same this time around," I said.

"I agree," said James.

"James, I think you should take Falcon, I'll take the twins," Vision spoke, a sense of authority in his voice.

"Wait, what about me?" I said puzzled. Did he really just want me to do nothing?

"Y/n, I think you should be the one to go for the flag. You're the fastest and most agile, and I don't think they'll see you coming. You're the only one who can do it," he said.

"Oh I don't think that's true-" I tried to argue, but Vision cut me off.

"No, you are more powerful than you think. You can do it, y/n. It has to be you."

I nodded sharply, feeling a sense of pride within me, and then the siren went off.

I ran for ages, as fast as I could go. I kept running and didn't look back, but then I stopped abruptly. The twins were directly ahead of me.

'Shit' I thought. Where the hell was Vision?

Suddenly, he appeared and started battling it out with Wanda. Leaving me faced with Pietro yet again.

He dashed towards me, and without thinking, I hurled a log straight towards him. He fell to the ground and I went over to the spot he was at.

"You didn't see that coming?" I said, mimicking his tone.

He just laughed and let his head fall back on the ground, still lying underneath the log.

I sprinted off to the point where the flag was situated. There was no one there. It all looked a bit too easy, so I proceeded with caution.

Just as I thought, Falcon leaped out of nowhere, but James tackled him to the ground with perfect timing.

"The flag!" he yelled, signalling for me to get it.

I ran up to it and ripped it from the small pole it was hanging from.

The siren sounded loud and clear, and all of us went back to the start, eager to find out who'd won the game.

"Okay, so both teams won when they were playing attack, however, there can only be one real winner," Cap began.

I could feel the tension rising in my body, hoping we had done enough to secure victory.

"The winning team is, team two," Cap announced.

I couldn't stop smiling. James and I high-fived each other and Vision gave us both a nod, letting us know that we did well.

"Before you go, I want you all to know that you did well today, all of you. I'll see you all later," Cap said, and then walked off with Natasha to go back inside.

Everyone started chatting as we walked back inside, and I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Hope I didn't hurt you too bad," Pietro said, half smirking as he talked.

"Same to you," I said, smirking back.

"Touché," he laughed, causing me to laugh with him.

We continued to talk and laugh with each other until we got upstairs.

"Hey, no hard feelings right?" I joked, extending my arm for a handshake.

Instead of shaking my hand like expected, Pietro pulled me in for a hug, catching me totally off guard. I was shocked for a second, but then I hugged back. He was so warm, and dear lord he smelled good. I smiled, taking in his scent for a few seconds, as he mumbled something into my hair.

"No hard feelings."

He pulled away, and I felt a tinge of sadness in him doing so. He uttered a casual 'see you later,' and then walked off to his room.

I entered my room and shut the door behind me, sliding down it. I hugged my knees to my chest and found myself smiling uncontrollably.

What was this boy doing to me?

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