#mj the robot

[koreyeet]

IM FINALLY DONE WOOOO

i decided to make refs of all my fankids bc i love them

part 1/2

@sonic-fankid-showdown

[iloveacronix]

Hey man the Wild Robot had no reason to be so fucking good it got me crying 6 times

[spinxeret]

+ @gonegwendolyne asked: “  as amazingly absurd as all that sounded, he’s telling the truth.  ” from gonegwendolyne

+ ' Amazingly absurd ' was more coherent than ANYTHING Mary Jane's mind could summon forward at the moment. It's been such a long time, but the WOUND of losing Gwen was as FRESH as the day it had happened . Looking at the woman in front of her had reawakened every ounce of PAIN and DISTRESS that she'd ever felt . And yet, as PAINFUL as it was, she couldn't move, couldn't stop LOOKING at the face she knew so WELL . What...what was HAPPENING ?

" You're lying . This is ... some sort of DREAM . " She finally forced herself to speak, shaking her head even as she kept her gaze TRAINED on Gwen . " What is this ? You can't TRICK us again, Chameleon ! "

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

OBSESSED with MJ's new album

MICHAELA JAÉ Green Lights (2024)

[kiloude-city]

Hes so freaking precious

[thaliagrayce]

ive decided im not going to be embarrassed about how much i still like voltron anymore. sorry

[mj-skyair-star]

█🕹️👾🎮Chapter 10: Retrieve The Cure░▒▓█

March 29th, 2036, Saturday, 9:00 a.m. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Techblast, Grezzer, Obus, Winter and I arrived at the front of the Chemist Ware- I mean 'Health Space' that the bots addressed... You know what? If it is more suitable for them to call things what they call them in their world, such as buildings, items, or animals, or whatever else, then I will respect that. Anyway, the moment I reached the familiar part of Cranbourne, I literally got chills.

Why? I'll tell you.

I'm not used to my town being this quiet during the day times or however late it is at night, and it's so strange to be 'the only humans on earth' sort of situation... Don't think I was oblivious enough to not realise that I don't see anyone in their cars, driving around through busy traffic to get to their locations (or walking, bike riding or other ways to appear normal). Believe me, everyone wakes up in the early morning... What happened to everyone? Why is everything so... empty all of a sudden?

My only theory is that my family has been kidnapped so the bad team is able to use them to pressure me into joining their side. As for everyone else, they were all cast into a very deep sleep, much like Sleeping Beauty... Then again, Oscar's family has been possibly kidnapped too... But... But... UGH! I'm so confused! I know I was told that questions would be answered later but I'm too desperate to know what the HELL is going on!!! On the bright side, at least I'm not the only human/living thing that's asleep or whatever... I don't like all of this. The villains really smouldered me with their actions... I hate being alone! Being alone gives me a great deal of anxiety! I would not know how I would cope!

Tech and Obus were spying through the Chemist- Health Space window around the corner of the red and blue building. The rest of us stood behind them just in case one of the villains spots us instantly. We can't afford to blow our cover.

"They're in there, alright," Obus said quietly, earning a nod from the leader.

Then they turned to face us, clearly up to plotting a strategy.

"What's the plan, Captain?" Grezzer whispered to him.

Do they really need to whisper? Or is it because the villains have sharp hearing?

"We just go in, take down Ugiz-zo and get the necklace," he answered.

"That's it? Can't we just take all of them?" Obus asked as the leader shook his head in annoyance.

"I don't wish to repeat it again, we're not capturing them yet,"

"Ah, right! My apologies-"

"I can't wait to start this action!" I whispered excitedly... For only a few moments... The bots shared the same worried looks as if they didn't want to tell me something but ended up having to.

"Oh, uh, Airis... About that..." Tech knelt at my height.

"Yeah?"

"You see... the only reason why I said yes is because... I hate to see you upset again..."

"... And..?"

"You do realise that you are not going in there to fight?"

"... I won't? Well, it is my choice if I want to or not, but I want to help!"

"I'm sorry, but no can do. You're not skilled enough to defend yourself or fight them. I hate to risk you being kidnapped,"

"But you said I could help!"

"Being on the lookout is something that can be beneficial," he said with a guilty smile, which made me think about it...

Back at the hideout, I could've sworn he had thought of allowing me to fight the bad guys... But then again, I can't assume anyone's thoughts like that. After hearing this, I slightly frowned... although he may be right. I'm not skilled enough to defend myself or fight... I'm weak... At his point, I nodded and sighed.

"I guess you're right... I'll be the lookout..." I gave him a soft 'smile'- I'm just a tad disappointed- while earning a happy one from Tech this time.

"Thank you, I'm glad you understand. You made the right choice,"- He stood up- "We won't be long," with those last words, the three heroes sprang into action while I just slid myself down against the brick wall, feeling more useless than ever.

Groaning, I placed my hands on my face in nuisance.

The next thing I knew, Winter nudged my arm with his head. I released my hand from my face to look down at my fluffy dog... We stared into each other's eyes for a moment...

"At least I'm helping out to save Oscar... No... I'm fucking not. I was only tagged along because Tech doesn't want to see me cry my eyeballs out next to Oscar's lifeless body, that's why!"

CRASH!

Right away, me and Winter peeked around the corner (through the window) to see what was happening.

Of course, the two teams were fighting. Damn, they were causing a hell of a mess! Items destroyed, walls cracked, pieces are torn off- it was like watching the first ever drunk bar fight. I could easily imagine how the poor owner of that place isn't going to be pleased with the mess... Wait- CAMERAS! SHOOT! That's bad! I'll have to tell them about this! When I have the chance, of course. The medicines and some other stuff were on the floor, smashed or not, and most of the aisle shelves were knocked off or broken to shreds. The fight got more intense each time they hit each other because of the element of surprise. There was kicking, punching, pushing, shoving, blasting their lasers at each other and some other weapons they were using-

Grrrrrrrrrr!

"Oh no... No, don't tell me-" My head spun around to the husky, knowing exactly why he was growling so suddenly.

"Winter. No." I whispered (just in case) sternly at him but he was too busy growling at... oh... "Winter! Don't even think about it!" Just as I knew he was about to pounce in there and attack Scrap Metal, I tried to catch him, but he slipped through.

That damn dog!

"Crap!" I guess I have no choice.

Ever so briskly, I dashed after him while staying hidden from the bad guys.

I ran up to an aisle shelf. The Siberian husky was on the left side of the aisle across from me.- Oh, boy... I don't think he would be this mad. He looked like he was ready to commit murder. I wish I was joking. Still, I can't let him be seen or else the villains will know that I am here too. Trust me, they would know that there is no way in hell that Tech, Obus and Grezzer would take a dog with them.

"Winter! Come back here! Right now!" I whispered-yelled at him this time, and he FINALLY got attention from me! And yes, I was frustrated with him. "Get over here!" I gestured a sign to come to me-

CRASH! BANG!

Suddenly, the shelf on my side shook to the point that it was about to fall on top of me! I gasped and quickly reacted to keep it still, preventing it from happening.

Way to go, me!

Letting out a sigh of relief, I looked back to see THAT WINTER HAVE VANISHED!!! ARE YOU FRICKING KIDDING ME!?!?

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"NO̸̝̗͖̻̮̔̓̽̋̒̕͠T̵̩̈́̋̀ Y̵̖͈͋͠͝-Y-Y-YOU A-AG̸̛̖̘̠̫̱̳͕̎͋̒́̑ͅͅȀ̸͈͙̭̙̩̖̯̯͚̠̀̇̓̚͝I̴̙̙͈͇̺͉͔͓͊̿N!" I peeked around the corner to see Winter biting Scrap Metal's leg- somehow my dog didn't lose any teeth after he bit him... Once Scrap was distracted by my dog (who always held a grudge against a tin metal punk for whatever the hell his reason was) he got punched across the face by Obus.

The leaf-coloured bot deserves it anyway.

... "Why do I feel uneasy?"

"I knew you would show up,"

"Wah!" Alarmed, a sudden voice spoke to me. I spun around to see- "Ugiz-zo," I snarled his name coldly.

"You are here for the cure, correct?" I didn't answer. I grew vexed at him the moment I saw him, so vexed that I wanted his tin can head to pop! It was almost too simple; he held the bottle close to me... I couldn't focus on the situation. Thanks to my determination to get that cure off his grasp to save Oscar. I thought I was quick. So I attempted to snatch it but he was fast enough to drop the bottle so it dangled around his neck. As a result, I knocked his hand away instead. "I knew that was going to happen as well," he rolled his eyes and shook his head in dismay. "Are you still mad at me?" he asked monotonously.

"Idiot, what kind of a question is that!?" I gave him the fiercest death glare I could muster as I scoffed indignantly.

"Oh, I don't know. What do you think, Ugiz?"

"Enraged, sorrowful, weak and- oh my... An extremely high level of anxiety, I didn't think your Anxiety Disorder was that bad even though you're not that noticeable," my anger was washed away by deep shock. I was literally shaken to hear what he said. The fact that HE SOMEHOW KNEW MY MENTAL HEALTH PROBLEM! I NEVER brought that up with him or anyone else! And I thought the characters knowing my name was horrifying! "I see a lot of negativity in you," his eyes stare at me, weary.

I never thought Ugiz could detect feelings (I mean, he's a robot so, of course, robots have scanners), however, he doesn't make sense of how he could have possibly known I have an Anxiety Disorder. Well, I'm so far improving over time but still get anxious almost too easily, which is why doctors still say that I'm still diagnosed with anxiety, judging by the ridiculous events my parents or I tell them...

Without even thinking at all, I kicked him in the stomach causing this weirdo to fall to his knees, and I successfully managed to quickly take the cure bottle necklace off his neck- Damn THAT WAS A PERFECT CHANCE! Speaking of chances, it's also my chance to get the hell out of here!

"WINTER!" I called out, not only getting Winter's attention but also everyone else's, which led to me getting out of the building. Without further ado, the husky followed me till we hid around the corner of the building before Ugiz or any of the villains had the chance to catch me. I kneeled down to my dog's level and hooked the cure bottle around his neck, then my hazel eyes stared deadly serious through his special blue ones. "Run as fast as you can to the hideout. We'll meet you there, now go!" In response to my command, Winter barked believing he was a mighty soldier and ran off... For some stupid reason, I watch Winter runoff far from me instead of just thinking about my own safety.

"You!"

"WHA!" Ugiz caught me out of nowhere, catching me off guard.

Ugiz pinned me against the red brick, trapping me with six robotic tentacles so there was no way I could actually escape this time. I started to fear and... and... Hold on, did I also manage to successfully anger him too? Because it seems like it..? Huh. Ironic, I had never seen him angry before. In a way, it was more emotionless.

Ugiz then leaned very close to my left ear. This action made me shudder to one side only for my arm and shoulder to touch the three tentacles on my right. I don't want anyone as evil as him near me- I'm anxious, of course.

"You are going to mark my words, Airis Gamer, and you better listen well,"

"Oh, crap! I really did tick him off! He was literally known to not get easily angered due to his personality!" Even if there was a monotone in his voice, you could hear the timid temper in it too.

"This is the only cure I have left. I have more but I don't have the rest with me. I only take one with me at all times in case of an emergency. I cannot make more of them in your home world since it's not the same as mine... Unless our worlds are officially combined..." His whisper sends chills down my spine- wait- Hold the phone, once again-

"... What..? 'Unless our worlds are officially combined???' ..."

"With that said, if I ever poison your pathetic boyfriend of yours again, or anyone else this time... They'll be dead and there is nothing you can do about it," OH, OK! I-I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO FEEL AFTER THAT FIRST BIT! WHY DO I FEEL MY CHEEKS GETTING A LITTLE WARM!?!?

Besides that, I'm getting trepidation at his warning! My whole body became numb at this point.

I could feel him moving away from my ear- THANK GOD! SOME SPACE! BUT STILL TRAPPED! Looking up, I notice his anger has subsided, and he's back to his normal self... just curious about something.

"I'm surprised... I thought you would be weak AND useless... Judging by your boyfriend, humans are known to be weak... Maybe I am wrong about you..."

"What?" I muttered, puzzled about what he was talking about now.

What does he mean by that? I hope what he was telling me the whole time wasn't true... Oh, right! I nearly forgot that I am at risk of being kidnapped at any time! I need to avoid that!

Ugiz grabbed my arm while I grasped his wrist to stop him. It wasn't long before he was able to kidnap me. I ended up being rescued again, this time by Grezzer, the strongest member of 'The Cosmic Five'. Grezzer appeared out of nowhere and punched the depressed, confusing robot across the face, sending him tumbling to the ground. (YES, KING!) Then Grezzer grabbed one of his tentacles and threw him until he smashed into a brick wall across from us (about a metre away).

Meanwhile, I was very relieved and thankful for the save.

"Are you alright? He didn't hurt you, did he?" Grezzer asked, glancing at me with perturbation.

"Yeah, I'm ok,"- I nodded- " and he didn't harm me. “Thanks for saving me, I thought I was going to get kidnapped," I also took some time to ease my 'near to having an anxiety attack' moment.

Grezzer also became at ease with my answer.

"You're lucky that Ugiz-zo wastes his time talking to victims, especially when there are protectors standing by your side," he isn't wrong.

Ugiz talked about emo phase stuff and confused his senses (which is the point of his ability), to the extent that he wasted time and couldn't follow the command. You could say he's 64% useless.

"Tech saw what happened between you and Ugiz. He's catching up with your pet to take him back to the hideout quicker,"

"He saw our interaction..? Why didn't he do anything to prevent that from happening?.. Good thing he's taking Winter back to the hideout, I guess,"

"Grezzer!" We turned our heads to see the red and gold bot standing out from the corner of the red and blue building, seeming over hyped of unease. "Stop standing around with Airis like a complete moron! We have to leave or else Ugiz and the others will attack us again! "They don't get low health for very long!" Obus shouted in a frantic tone as his action became impatient of standing around.

"We're coming!" We left in a hurry. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[hamsamwich23]

Reblogging only for this this is Judgment btw (artwork by my friend @/r0bottob0t :]

She's called Judgment/MJ because she is. Quite literally. The goddess of absolute judgment and divine justice (and she hates it it's awful but her abilities genuinely help a lot of people so she puts up with it)

Judgment: So you remember the plan, yes?

Judgment: I feel I should ask once more. But I don't want to go into details in case they're listening

Folly: We've already discussed it three times before we went back to the elevator. You're not exactly being discreet right now either

Judgment:Even if they hear, they don't know what I'm talking about. Nor will it matter. But a little brushing up never hurts anyone.

Folly: You sure are confident that this little charade will work on them.

Judgment: ah. No. It's less confidence and more.... experience.

Judgment: Just trust me when I say that everything is going to be okay

[thursdaygxrls]

thin ice — two

part one | part two | part three

summary — peter invites her to his hockey game, and shocker, she shows up.

pairing — uni hockey player!peter parker x fem!journalist!reader

disclaimer — i do not own peter parker/marvel. marvel pls don’t sue me for making peter sexier 🙏

warnings — reader is referred to as ‘kitty’ (there’s a reason, i promise), slight one sided enemies to lovers, possible maybe slightly ooc, and very unedited

Stark Memorial Rink was a lot more crowded than she remembered. To be fair, when she was there two days ago, it was during a closed practice. Now it was loud, crowded, and filled with the blaring noise of the patrons and loudspeakers.

“What are our seats again?” MJ asked, hanging off her arm with a big, goofy smile. She was dressed in an Empire State University sweatshirt—‘I have to show my school pride’, she said. Sure, that was the reason.

“Section one hundred ten, Row C, seats four and five,” she replied, her voice near robotic.

“Y’know, you can at least pretend to be excited,” MJ teased. “I’ll buy you a soft pretzel if you act like you’re having fun.”

“Woo-hoo. Yippee. Hooray,” she said monotonously, a small grin curling on her lips.

“Come on,” a whine leaves MJ’s lips, “This is cool! It’s not just any game, this is the tournament—like, national. If they win this, they’ll make it down to eight teams. Eight teams!”

“And your sudden love of hockey spawned on its own, right?” She raised a brow at her friend’s words, “Not because of some sweaty guy who likes to ice skate?”

“I’ll pretend you didn’t say that,” MJ mumbled in reply, though her eyes softened a bit, a smile adorning her painted lips. They shuffled through the crowds of people with some struggle, but eventually made it to section one hundred ten.

When she was there days ago, she hadn’t quite paid attention to the format of the seats. The assumption, though, was that they flowed in alphabetical order, making Row Z the one closest to the plexiglass. They slipped towards the steps, ready to descend just a few stairs when they looked down. A big, yellow ‘Z’ was right under their feet. That meant–

“Oh, my God.” Her voice was more like a whisper than anything.

“You said Row C, right?” MJ asked, her eyes glued to the letter.

“Row C,” she confirmed, sucking her teeth. Was it even possible? Okay, sure, this was just a university game, but this game was a big deal. The place was insanely crowded. How could he just give away seats that close to the glass?

“Well, let’s go,” MJ interrupted her train of thought, tugging her arm to follow her. One, two, three, four…they descended lower and lower until the sound of ice scraping along the skates of those practicing was louder than the buzz of the crowd. Their seats gave them a perfect view right behind the net. Purple and black jerseys whizzed by in a flurry of sticks and pucks and ice shaving off the ground. They say for a minute, soaking up the reality of where they were before MJ let out a cough.

“So, Kitty, soft pretzel?” She glanced over with a smile.

“Yeah,” she agreed, already popping up from her seat. Shuffling back to the stairs, her gaze was pulled back to the rink where she caught a flash of a neon purple ‘13’ zipping by the glass. Hazel eyes settled upon her through the brackets of the helmet—but only for one second. One small ounce of time in which their eyes connected like laser beams. And then he was gone again, and so was she.

“I’ll get you a slushie, too, if you do a little cheering,” MJ’s voice pulled her back.

“Extra large?” She raised a brow in return.

“Whatever size you want,” MJ beamed.

By the time they were back to their seats, the game was almost starting. The National Anthem was sung by a local high school talent. The team introductions flew by (MJ, of course, screaming for Harry). When number thirteen, Peter Parker, Empire State Lightning Bolts Team Captain was introduced, the thunder of feet pounding on the floor rang through the stadium. He slid across the ice in an oddly graceful fashion. He was sort of gangly, and the bulk of the uniform provided a strange juxtaposition, but his movements were clean and precise, more like a figure skater than a hockey player.

“Look at that, number thirteen,” MJ giggled into her ear, receiving a smack on the arm for her laughter.

“I have eyes, I can see.” Was her grumbled response.

The game was intense. They were single-round eliminations, meaning that if ESU lost this, they were out of the tournament. Pennbrook, in their glossy green jerseys, were just as vicious. The net in front of them was the home side first, so they were able to see every goal that was blocked, and inevitably the ones that slipped through. What seemed to (begrudgingly) stand out the most, though, was Peter.

He was aggressive. At first, she thought it was just excitement, or anger, or some irrational emotion that sent him flying across the ice and ramming into people. But the face under the helmet was always calm. Cold, even. Every outburst was a precise calculation. Yes, he was combative, but it was never out of his control. Nothing was out of his control, not even when the puck went skidding across the ice on the other side. It took him seconds to cross the rink and swoop in for quick saves. Time seemed to flash by. The buzzer signaled the end of the first period, and the teams skated back to their respective sides.

“It’s not that bad, right?” MJ nudged her, sucking down the last of her blue raspberry slushie.

“I’m definitely viewing something,” she responded in a sarcastic tone. MJ groaned, nudging her as she collected their empty cups and discarded napkins.

“Keep up the good attitude,” she shot back, sticking out her tongue as she went to throw away the trash.

The second period was similar to the first: high tensions, high testosterone. By the third period, the score was 4-5 with Pennbrook taking the lead. It was, of course, only a momentary lead. A play by Harry and Miles tied them up again, and then a swift shot by Zack got them the lead. Pennbrook’s number ‘36’ had been on Peter’s ass nearly the entire game. He was always so close that half of the ice shavings on Peter’s ankles were probably from him. But it hadn’t been anything more than a chase until Peter brought the score up to 7-5.

The movement was quick, but not nearly as unnoticeable as he likely intended. While sliding behind the net, 36’s elbow came up to check Peter. He was probably aiming for his shoulder, but everything just came out wrong: Peter turned his head toward 36, 36’s elbow jabbed at an awkward angle, and the hit ended up slamming into Peter’s face.

Her breath caught in her throat. When he turned back to the plexiglass, blood was dripping down his chin. He’d been clipped just right so that his lip busted against the hard plastic of the mouthguard. Resounding ‘boos’ sounded through the stadium, but the sounds fell deaf on her ears as she watched Peter throw off his glove and swipe the blood from his skin. It was like she could see the gears turning in his head. Hit, blood, fight. He looked to 36, ready to raise his bloodstained fist. Then, for just a second, his eyes flitted to her.

He knew she was there. He knew she was watching. None of the hardness left his eyes, but there was something new there, too. Pride, maybe? Excitement? It lingered in his vision the entire time his eyes were on hers. When his bloodied lips curled into a smirk, she forced herself out of the breathless haze she was caught in. She was only concerned because that was the normal human reaction; you see someone get hurt, you worry. Or you laugh. It wasn’t like she was—

Peter’s fist connected with 36’s cheek. She could hear the hard smack through the glass to Row C. 36 stumbled back on his skates but regained his balance. Before he could deal a blow, refs blowing hopelessly on their whistles swarmed the two, pulling them like two growling dogs. Once again, Peter looked up at her, making sure that she was still watching. When he smiled at her, she could see that his teeth were now coated in blood from the wound on his lip.

“Holy shit!” MJ was squealing, but her voice was lost on the girl next to her.

“Yeah,” she nodded, “Yeah, holy shit.”

Neither Peter nor 36 were let back on the ice for the rest of the game. A penalty was dealt to ESU, but any other punishment was still unknown. She watched the rest of the game on high alert, trying to stop her eyes from traveling to the penalty box where Peter was seated. It was hard to view him from her position, but she could see a shock of brown hair every once and a while.

When the game was over, ESU had won 8-7. The crowd roared as the buzzer sounded, and when MJ shot up, she joined her. Adrenaline shot through her as she watched the guys on the rink scream and nearly slam into each other. Her view, though, quickly adjusted to Peter as he fled the penalty box. He slid onto the ice with the same practiced ease he’d used during the game. She could see him say something to Zack as he grabbed him by the shoulders. When his eyes finally landed on her, her pulse thrummed in her ears. He knew she was watching him, and that’s just what he wanted her to do.

“Where y’headed?”

The sound of someone’s voice nearly made her throw her water bottle. She’d only just left Xavier Hall when she was accosted (or rather spoken to) by someone who seemed to appear out of nowhere. Her head whirled around to meet hazel eyes and a busted lip.

“Are you stalking me?” She spat out, her eyes wide.

“Stalking you? Oh, my God, no,” Peter laughed, wincing when his split lip tugged into a smile, “I used to do a little photography for the paper, I know where the meetings are.”

“Right,” she nodded, “But, like, how did you know I would be leaving right now?”

“Lucky guess?” He suggests, cocking his head in a boyish way. She narrowed her eyes, but before she could say anything, he was already speaking again; “Saw you at my game yesterday.”

“It technically wasn’t your game. It was the team’s game. Both teams’ game.” Her voice was pointed as she spoke. When she began walking down the stone pathway that led to a dining hall, Peter followed without question.

“But I was there,” he responded, “And so were you.”

“MJ didn’t want to miss it,” she dismissed his words.

“Oh, yeah, she and Harry are getting pretty serious,” he hummed.

“Mhm,” she replied. She didn’t want to look at him, really. Every time she did, her gaze was drawn to the nasty gash on his lips. Her eyes, however, decided to betray her. She studied it, the way it moved with him, the way it would inevitably split further each time he grinned.

“It doesn’t hurt,” Peter said, almost as if he was reading her mind. Her eyes shot up to meet his.

“Did you get kicked off the team or something?” She asked as if she didn’t already know the answer.

“Hell no,” he laughed, “Just a slap on the wrist. Couldn’t finish out the game, but you already knew that.”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, “I would’ve thought there would’ve been a little more.”

“I’ve never really gotten in a fight–and that wasn’t even a real fight,” he grinned

“So was that just you showing off or something?” Her brows creased.

“Something like that.”

They reached the entrance of the dining hall. Peter, in all his gangliness, was able to swipe his card before her and open the door. His smile just seemed to widen as she eyed him with a generous amount of suspicion.

“Thanks,” she said slowly as she stepped through the door.

“No problem,” he replied, “See you around, Kitty.”

“You can’t call me—”

He was gone before she could finish her sentence. The door fell shut in his absence, and she watched him walk away through the glass. He carried on down the pathway with his hands shoved into his pockets. A groan slipped from her lips when she realized that she was just staring at him. Her body moved into the dining hall, but her mind wandered (unwillingly) to Peter. He was annoying, and cocky, and smiled way too much for someone with a busted lip. Yet, the main thing stuck in her head was his hazel eyes and the way he watched her with them.

a/n — hey babes!! thanks for the love on this series so far. i’m not sure how long it’s gonna be, but i def have some plans, it’s def gonna get smutty at some point. anyways, hope you enjoyed!!

[definitelynot-peterp4rker]

Let's do this one last time.

My name is Peter B. Parker, I'm 19, I was bitten by a radioactive Spider and for the past four years I've been New York's Spider-Man.

I'm a pretty smart guy, I graduated Midtown as valedictorian. I'm now studying at MIT.

I like skateboarding and Maths, and my girlfriends. Guys are pretty nice to look at too.

My Aunt May died a few months back, but I got adopted by my mom and dad not that long afterwards. @official-pietro-maximoff @pietros-wife

And by my role model too! No clue how that happened but it's pretty awesome. @nataliaromanova-official

My favorite colour is red, I really like robotics and photography, gardening's pretty cool too!

I've got two girlfriends suckers (it's poly, I'm not a cheater), I'm out here thriving. Anyways, there's my one true love Vera, and my platonic other half, MJ. @moongirlwidow @midtown-braincell-holder

Thanks to them I also have a whole lot more family now than I was born with. I have a lot of siblings too! @sienna-maximoff , @morganstark-official , @just-a-fucking-civilian and @athena--carter are some of them

I've got a dog, His name's William Bertram the III, but we just call him Willy. He's an Australian shepherd.

So yeah, life's going pretty well for me

(Mr Delmar's is the superior sandwich shop)

[zankydraws]

IT IS FINALLY FINISHED. It took me a long time to draw this but I'm happy with the result and I really hope you all like it ^^

I have never drawn something this big before so I know there's probably loads of mistakes and stuff but I tried my best ;w;

click read more for highlights and my ramblings lol

Scooter looks a bit goofy but ehh, his clotes are hard for me to draw okay. MJ was very fun to draw as always, same with El Cool P.. my love my husband

Boom Fuzz was really hard to draw due to me not planning things out and not doing proper sketches lmao but he looks Good Enough now. At least M.O.G. looks nice 😎

D.Invaders got hit with a shrinking ray because I didn't know what to do with him lol so he's just a little baby machine now :D also KC Glow with freckles. Very important. My friend suggested I give Blue GT different eye colors and I loved the idea

Swingy experiencing The Horrors.

Some of you thought my boy Memphis did something wrong but he was also experiencing The Horrors. Drawing Arashi was a challenge since I can't draw metal 😔or robots.. and I love robots..

Tfw you're just chilling and your buddy is doing some hippie shit

Most important part of the drawing. I had so much fun drawing them <3 ASAP Bee with mittens for your consideration

It's kinda hard to draw 8-Bit in a style that isn't 8bit but I think I did well, he looks pretty funny. I had lots of fun drawing Kevin, especially his hair, he's a pretty boy

I really like how Boo 9 turned out. He's a ray of sunshine. Drawing Lil Blaze was really cool too :D finally got the chance to draw the boi

bonus:

Scooter's pineapple socks

KC's wacky shoes and pants

[koreyeet]

i wanted to give my nextgens an update with designs and slight changes to lore

Howl (she/her)- Knuckles and Rouge's oldest daughter, acts like an only child and is pretty much Knuckles 2.0 where she refuses to leave the island for most things and is a huge nerd in echidna history and prides herself in her ancestors even though she technically isn't one of them, also she dies at 18 bc of some selfless sacrifice and becomes a ghost like Tikal.

Meg (any pronouns)- Shadow's adopted son that took him way too long to acknowledge the fact and technically Rouge's adoptive nephew-son, he was found at around age 3 as a trash child on a mission Shadow and Rouge was on, Shadow didn't want him but when Rouge yelled at him to suck it up (mostly bc she had a newborn at the time) so he kept him until he found Meg's parents, 13 years later that never happened. There was also an incident where Shadow was trying to make Meg a citizen or something, tried to name him like Mario or something, Rouge scolded him about how bad his names are, then Shadow scribbled it out in crayon and replaced it with Mega (after Omega), didn't want to be scolded again and scribbled it out again, never submitted the papers and now Meg thinks he's named after the shark but in reality Shadow's not messing with Rouge and he isn't allowed to name anything else and his son isn't a registered citizen.

He's a chill guy who gets along with the strangest people, mostly hangs out with Howl to train or look after the M.E, and thinks of her as a sister, he also hangs out with Rouge and takes after her a lot especially when he presents feminine, she is the one that promotes that confidence, but with his "sister", Seven he is a bit spiteful towards her for the favoritism she gets and has been slowly drifting from Shadow bc of that, but he still has his best friend who he can vent to her about it.

-was born without hands so he now has cool prosthetics

Seven (she/he)- Shadow and Zero/Infinite's unintentional tube child, the favorite one, she was the last creation done by Eggman before he died and her purpose was to be like a final weapon, but his plans where foiled, she emerged early/ was not fully cooked and the two edge lords where now dads. She was raised sheltered and is considered very well behaved considering her and her dads where created as weapons, she isn't all that strong only having the powers to project holograms and phase through walls, not really being told her origin and is really confused if she is a foster or their actual child, which eventually leads to a crisis about what she is.

-was the tax benefit motivator in the enemies to forced room mates because of house arrest to tolerating each other to allies to team mates to married for tax benefits to lovers arc

Ruth (she/her)- Second daughter of Knuckles and Rouge, she takes after both her parents with brains and brawn, probably has the closest relationship with them and loves to accompany them in treasure hunts, she takes after Rouge the most in her love of gems, but is more into the non-polished dirty ones, she's decently skilled in stealth and combat from her mom's training and thinks the other two (Seven and Ringer) are just dumb.

Ringer (he/they)- Sonic and Amy's oldest kid, imagine an adhd ridden child who has barely a filter and gets distracted so easily and that's him. He's a little menace who possesses Sonics speed, although not fully, and has the itch for seeing anything and everything. He's has a group with Seven and Ruth where they do whatever, girls nights, sleep overs, secret missions, sneaking out, etc. They get in trouble so much.

Drill (he/him) - only son of Knuckles and Rouge, he's basically Bark but a child, he never talks, only glares, he is a dear to babysit though because all he does is sit there drawing in the dirt and wants to be left alone unless your Ghost, then he loves being around her. Eventually when he's like 16-17 he becomes her body gaurd when she gets her time guardian job.

Ghost (she/her) - daughter of Silver and Blaze, she is mute and very anxious around anyone except her family, Marine, Drill, and Gardon, she was raised mainly by Silver bc he's a good malewife and inherited his psychokinesis, allowing her to float most places and create a wave lifting everything off the ground, her powers are very unstable, triggering every time she as a breakdown and since she was coddled so much she never really knew how to handle is so now she's just struggling.

Herb (she/they) - daughter of Lanolin and Trois, works very closely with her moms and has a huge intrest in hero work and helping others, generally really happy and makes a bunch of friends unless she fails then se gets sad for a while. Her hair can act like an extra set of punching gloves.

Hound (he/him) - oldest son of Lanolin and Trois, teenage angst because he got mugged as a 13 year old and is trying to find the perpetrator who took his sword, it turned into an investigation on finding an uncle everyone denies exists and he isn't vibing with this conclusion. Really uptight and snappy, he gets mad easily, especially at his sister, he's working close with Junebug and Cream on his case since everyone else tells him to give up or gaslights him.

MJ (they/she) - Metal Sonic's creation - was meant to be minion to their scheme but ended up being like a child to him, but they didn't want to be apart of the scheme so they ran away to the restoration, failed to blend in, got taken in by his aunt Belle, had to convince her parent to not kill anyone, and is now just vibing. They tend to keep to themself, only being around the mechanic area and assisting their aunt with whatever she needs, not really going out there in fear of retaliation.

Bug/ Junebug (any masc pronoun) - oldest twin of Espio, he's upbeat and hyper, kind of a combination of Charmy and Cream when they were younger, which is expected since they work for them as a junior detective and would rather take action now and solve the case rather then waiting for people to come to them, leading them to get into some dangerous situations, one that scarred both him and his brother, ever since then they've been mostly the same but even more stern about his work and goals.

Zeki (he/him)- the other one, taking after Espio in the ninja shit, recently got reckless trying to save his sibling and lost an arm and partial vision in one eye so now Espio is being really protective of him. He's really serious about everything and compared to the other twin, he hangs out with his dad more and is really serious and prefers to think things through so something doesn't happen again.

[cinnabunwanda]

I CANT HELP BUT LOVE YOU OKAY? ˗ˏˋ꒰ WANDA . MAXIMOFF꒱

content warning — Angst, Jealousy, Unwanted kiss

pairing — Fem reader x Wanda Maximoff

summary — Maria and Natasha argue over past relationships, while Natasha shares her feelings for Maria and advises Nat, a spy, to give it a chance. Natasha admits she needs Maria, while Bucky shares his first love experience.

word count — 1k

Maria and I are lounging on the plush couch in the main room, bathed in the soft glow of Netflix playing on the television. But our peaceful afternoon is quickly interrupted as Maria begins angrily chiding me for purposely trying to annoy her. It's not like I have anything better to do with my day since Wanda is out on a date with the robot.

"Y/n, can't you just go bother someone else?" Maria groans into the cushions of the couch.

"Why would I do that when I can just annoy you?" I giggle mischievously.

She retaliates by throwing a pillow at my head, causing me to dramatically fall off the couch and onto the floor. Maria bursts into a fit of laughter, finding humor in my clumsy theatrics.

"Ria, seriously!" I groan in mock pain.

"I wish I got that on video!" Maria continues to cackle.

I dust myself off and stand up, rolling my eyes at her. I plop down on the opposite couch from her, huffing in annoyance.

"What are you two up to?" Natasha saunters into the room, her signature smirk playing on her lips.

"Maria is abusing me, that's what!" I tattle on Maria.

Natasha's smile widens as she playfully leans over towards Maria. I can tell Maria is getting flustered by Natasha's flirtatious demeanor, and I find it absolutely adorable.

"Is this true, Hill?" Natasha asks with a tilt of her head.

"No- I mean yes, it is true, Romanoff," Maria stumbles over her words, trying to play it cool under Natasha's gaze.

As tensions rise between them, I nonchalantly interrupt their exchange with a question out of the blue.

"Have you two ever hooked up?"

Both women snap their heads towards me as if I had just shot them. Maria's eyes bulge out of her head while Natasha sports a cheeky grin.

"NO, GOD NO! Y/N, WE ARE JUST COLLEAGUES!" Maria blurts out in a panic.

Natasha's smile fades and she removes herself from the couch, adjusting her posture.

"Yeah, um, we haven't, no. As Maria said, we are just... colleagues," Natasha responds with a hint of sadness in her voice.

She turns and walks away, leaving me and Maria alone once again. This time, it's me tossing the pillow at Maria's head.

"Ow! What was that for?" She whines.

"What was that for? Are you kidding me? You just completely offended Nat! Colleagues, Ria? Not even friends? She had a huge smile on her face and then you say that!" I scold her.

Maria falls silent and looks towards the hallway where Natasha exited. She covers her face with her hands and groans before quickly getting up from the couch and running down the hallway, presumably to find Natasha.

"I am the Goddess of Love, I swear!" I mutter to myself as I rise from the couch and make my way over to the kitchen island.

"Well, I can't argue with that," Sam chuckles as he enters with Thor and Bucky trailing behind him.

"Lady Y/n isn't the Goddess of Love? Are you Lady Y/n?" Thor asks me as he takes a seat on one of the chairs in front of the counter.

"No, Thor, of course she is. She set up Tony and Pepper, Peter and MJ. Oh, and my personal favorite - she found her own soulmate with a robot!" Bucky adds sarcastically.

My eyes widen at the mention of Wanda. I hit Bucky's arm but end up hitting his metal one instead.

"Oops...wrong arm," I mutter, my thoughts drifting towards Wanda and the happiness she has found with Vision.

The word "Fuck" slipped out of my mouth, escaping on a groan under my breath.

"You know what you and Wanda should be doing? But instead, you blew that up. Just like the hard drive, just like the robot you set Wanda up with," Sam's voice cut in, filled with frustration and annoyance.

I winced as I held my hand in pain from where I had slammed it against the wall. "Can you guys please keep it down? I don't need Wanda overhearing this," I groaned.

But Thor's booming voice couldn't be contained. "Wait, so Lady Y/n likes Miss Witchy?" he asked incredulously.

I rolled my eyes, feeling exasperated. These guys are practically begging for Wanda to hear our conversation. Bucky simply nodded in agreement.

"What are you going to do about it, Lady Y/n?" Thor prodded as he casually picked up an apple.

"There's nothing I can do, Thor. She loves Vision and not me," I sighed dejectedly.

Suddenly, Natasha walked into the room, breaking the tension. I gave everyone a look that clearly said "don't say anything." Natasha scanned the room with her sharp eyes, but no one spoke. She was a spy after all - she could probably figure out we were hiding something. She opened her mouth to speak but I quickly interjected.

"Oh hey Nat, did you know Maria was looking for you?" I said with a forced smile.

Natasha didn't miss a beat. "Oh really? That's nice," she replied with a hint of sadness in her voice.

I knew she wanted to say something more, but before she could speak again I stopped her. "Hey listen, Nat. I'm going to give you some advice and you can take it or leave it. But trust me, it's coming from someone who knows what it's like to have a crush on someone who ends up with someone else. Don't make the same mistake I did and keep denying your feelings for Maria. She loves you, more than she loves me even. And I know I have feelings for you too, but not in the same way. Just give it a chance, what's the worst that can happen? You fall in love? You build a relationship together? Just go for it, or at least admit how you feel because I'm tired of watching you both deny your true feelings," I said firmly, my hand making a small bang as it hit the table.

Natasha was silent for a moment before she walked over to me and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back and she whispered into my ear, "Thank you Y/n/n. I love you too."

I squeezed her a little tighter before letting go. Sam and Thor left to help Natasha find Maria while Bucky stayed with me in the main room.

"You're a good person, Y/n. If Wanda can't see that, then it's her loss. You don't need her," Bucky tried to comfort me.

"But that's where you're wrong, Buck. I do need her. I'm addicted to her like a drug. She just doesn't love me back in the same way. But that's okay, I can love her from a distance," I explained, my voice filled with sadness.

"It's hard to get over your first love, always is," Bucky placed his hand on my shoulder in understanding.

I let out a heavy sigh and leaned into him, allowing myself to release some of the weight off my shoulders. He wrapped his arm around me in a comforting side hug.

"How did you get over yours?" I asked him curiously, hoping he could give me some advice.

Bucky hesitated before responding softly, "I don't think I ever really did."

Bucky's warm breath tickled my ear as he spoke, his deep voice fading into the night air. I could feel his heartache and understanding in his embrace. "I only got over mine recently and I am very old Y/n, you just have to move on and live your life the way you want to without them," he sighed, sending shivers down my spine.

"It was Steve right? Your first?" I looked up at him with a knowing gaze.

"Yes, it was. Actually, how did you know?" He asked, his blue eyes searching mine.

"Then you didn't get over him. I know you're trying to comfort me, but no need to lie to me Bucky. You love him and you and I both know that," I explained gently.

He unwrapped himself from our embrace and gave me a look that begged for understanding. But instead of showing sympathy, I sent him my famous smirk.

"I am not in love with Steve anymore, Y/n," Bucky insisted, standing his ground.

"Mmmhh hmmm, like I believe that," I giggled, looking up at him with a teasing glint in my eye.

"I'm serious! I can prove it," he replied quickly, determination set in his features.

"There's no point, Bucky. I know you-" Before I could finish my sentence, Bucky cut me off with a kiss.

For a moment, I was in shock and didn't respond. When realization hit me, I pulled away and wiped my lips in shock.

"I told you I didn't love Steve anymore," Bucky whispered, breathless from our brief kiss.

"Bucky, why would you kiss me? You know I love someone else. I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression," I said in shock.

"Come on Y/n, we would be great together! We make each other laugh, we understand each other, we both went through Hydra. Wanda has someone else, let me be your someone else," Bucky pleaded, grabbing both of my hands in his.

"I can't, Bucky. I'm sorry-" I started to walk away, but Bucky grabbed my wrist.

"Y/n, I CAN'T HELP BUT LOVE YOU OKAY?" He screamed in my face, his frustration and desperation evident in his voice.

I stood there frozen in fear for a moment, never having seen Bucky so angry before. I pulled myself away from his grip and he immediately began apologizing.

"I am so, so sorry. I-I didn't mean to yell," he stammered, trying to apologize and follow me.

"No, stop Bucky. Leave me alone," I pushed him away, tears welling up in my eyes. "HEY, BACK OFF!" Wanda's voice echoed through the room.

She ran over and placed herself between me and Bucky, her powers already at work as red wisps formed around her fingers. Her eyes glowed with anger as she faced off against Bucky.

"Please stop, Wanda. I'm fine, just go cool off," I told Bucky firmly as Wanda guarded me from him.

"I'm sorry," Bucky muttered before walking out of the compound to cool down.

I wrapped my arms around Wanda and hugged her tightly, grateful for her protection. She was a little surprised by the sudden embrace but hugged me back without hesitation.

"Thank you, thank you," I whispered gratefully into her shoulder.

"Honey, are you okay?" Wanda asked, ignoring my thanks and wanting to make sure I was okay.

"I am now, Wands," I sighed into her touch, feeling calmer with every passing moment. We stayed like that for a few minutes until I began to relax under her comforting presence. Her hands played with my hair as I rested my head on her shoulder, taking in her familiar scent.

"Wanda, I have been called to do some lab duty, so I'm going to have to cancel our date," Vision's voice broke through the moment as he walked through the wall.

I started to pull away from Wanda, not wanting to cause any trouble for her and her boyfriend, but Wanda's grip on me tightened.

"Of course you do. You know what, Vision? Don't even bother trying to make up the last four cancelled dates at this point," Wanda said without even looking at him.

"Fine, I won't bother doing anything nice for us again," Vision stormed off back into the wall, leaving Wanda and I alone once more.

Wanda let out a weary sigh as I pulled away from her embrace. Looking into her eyes, I could see the sadness and disappointment etched in her features. She had always adored the robotic man who seemed to have no time for her anymore.

"Hey, what were you two supposed to do?" I asked the witch, trying to distract her from her thoughts.

"We were supposed to go to a restaurant, but it's fine," Wanda replied with a forced smile.

I stood there for a moment, unsure of how to comfort her. Then an idea struck me - why not take her out for the night? As I looked at Wanda, I couldn't help but notice how gorgeous she looked. She had clearly dressed up for this date that never happened.

"Stay here, I'll be back with a plan," I smiled at her before quickly running down the hallway to my room.

In a matter of minutes, I changed into an outfit and fixed my hair. Knowing Wanda's love for sitcoms, I decided to take her to an old American 50's diner. It might cheer her up and I've been wanting to take her there on a date for a while now.

As I walked out of my room with paper flowers in hand, I couldn't contain my excitement. Making my way down the hallway, I found Wanda waiting for me in the kitchen. She turned around and our eyes met.

"Hey, are you ready to go?" I asked with a big smile on my face.

"I-um yes, I am," she stumbled over her words, making me laugh.

"You okay, witchy?" I asked affectionately. "You look really pretty."

"Thank you. I was going to say the same earlier before the whole Bucky thing," she replied with a warm smile.

Her words made my heart skip a beat. And then I remembered the paper flowers in my hand.

"I know you've had a rough couple of weeks, so I made these for you a while ago. And I think now is the perfect time to give them to you," I nervously handed her the paper flowers.

Her smile widened as she took the flowers from my hands. I could see tears welling up in her eyes, and she looked like she had just been given a million dollars.

"You made these? For me?" She asked, looking up at me with adoration.

"Of course. Who else would I make them for, Wands?" I gazed into her beautiful eyes.

"For someone who deserves them, like Natasha or Bruce," she explained.

"Or you, Maximoff. You deserve them too. You deserve to be happy, just like everyone else," I placed a reassuring arm on her shoulder.

She took the flowers and carefully examined them before setting them down on the table. Then, she wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug.

"Thank you. Nobody has ever said that to me," she mumbled against my neck.

I could feel myself blushing and couldn't help but smile uncontrollably.

"Well, they should, Wands," I pulled away from our embrace with a grin.

We walked side by side out of the compound, talking the entire way to my car. Wanda's laughter filled the garage as we playfully debated over our favorite team members.

As we drove to the diner, Wanda's mood seemed to have lifted, and for once, there was no trace of sadness or disappointment in her eyes. It felt good to bring a smile to her face and make her feel appreciated and loved. And that's exactly what she deserved - happiness and love from those around her.

With a sarcastic smirk, I unlocked my car with my keys and gestured for her to enter. "That's a secret that I shall forever know and you shall not," I teased as she climbed into the passenger seat. "Oh honey, you forgot I can read minds," she fake pouted, her powers already at work.

I laughed, knowing full well that I could block her powers whenever I wanted to. "Awww, and you forgot I can block your powers," I replied with a fake pout of my own.

She rolled her eyes playfully, causing butterflies to flutter in my stomach. Stop it, Y/n, just stop. She's taken and this is just a friendly outing to cheer her up. It's not a date.

"After you, madam," I opened her car door and bowed playfully, earning a smile from her sokovian-accented lips.

"Why thank you," she said with a slight slip into her accent.

I couldn't help but smile at the sound of it as she looked down at the car floor. Closing her door, I made my way over to the driver's side and got behind the wheel. Starting the engine, we exited the garage and headed towards the city.

"So where are we going?" She glanced over at me with curiosity sparkling in her eyes.

"That's a secret," I kept my eyes on the road ahead.

"Come onnnn, give me one hint," she whined playfully.

"Nope, I'm not telling you. Just enjoy the drive and let the road take us," I chuckled.

"You sound like... what do you guys call it... Oh yes, a hippie," she teased cheekily.

Using autopilot for the car, I turned to look at her, trying to suppress my own smirk as she struggled to hide hers.

"I am not a hippie," I defended myself with a smile.

"Mmmhhh, okay, whatever helps you sleep at night," she shrugged with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Wanda Maximoff, I am not a hippie," I huffed, crossing my arms slightly.

"Okay, okay, you're not a hippie... You're a... hopeless romantic," she giggled.

I went to say something but paused for a moment. She was right. I am a hopeless romantic. But everyone knows that.

"Shut up, witchy," I playfully retorted, trying not to let her see how much her words affected me.

She burst out laughing, and it was contagious. I couldn't help but join in. God, I love her laugh and how her smile can light up an entire room without even trying.

"You will arrive at your destination in 5 minutes," the car's computerized voice announced.

Wanda had a huge smile on her face, and I could tell just how excited she was by the way her eyes sparkled with anticipation. Suddenly, she rested her head on my shoulder and entwined our hands together.

"What's this for?" I whispered to her, feeling my heart swell with affection.

"For you making a shitty day into a good one like you always do," she replied softly, causing my heart to flutter even more.

I smiled at her words and lightly kissed her forehead before turning back to the road ahead. We stayed like that for the rest of the car ride until we finally reached our destination: a huge diner with bright neon lights flashing "50s Diner!"

"Oh my god, is this- no, it can't be- is this really a 50s diner?!" Wanda practically jumped in her seat with excitement.

"Yes, it is! I found it awhile ago and have been wanting to take you here for some time now," I smiled at her enthusiasm.

"Oh, Y/n, I can't even believe you remembered how much I love sitcoms and would think to bring me here! Thank you! Thank you!" She hugged me tightly, her excitement bubbling over.

I hadn't seen her this happy since Vision asked her out on a date (or rather, when I convinced him to ask her out and planned the whole thing). "It's nothing. Now come on, we don't want to miss out on all the fun!" I laughed as she pulled away, her eyes shining with pure joy.

Gently, I assisted Wanda out of the car, opening her door and taking her hand in mine. The warmth of her skin against mine sent shivers down my spine. Together, we walked into the quaint diner, where a friendly waitress promptly seated us at a cozy table. As we perused the menus, we chatted about our day.

"What are you going to order?" The waitress asked Wanda, breaking my gaze from the menu.

"I think I'll have the cheeseburger combo with a strawberry milkshake. How about you?" Wanda looked up at me with a smile.

"I'm thinking I'll get the chicken tender combo and a vanilla shake." I smiled back, setting my menu down.

The waitress took our orders and menus before walking away with a smile directed solely at me. I couldn't help but feel confused by the attention, but quickly refocused on Wanda.

"Looks like someone was checking you out," Wanda teased playfully.

"Well, that's too bad for her because I have my eyes set on somebody else," I replied with a smirk.

Wanda's expression faltered for a moment before she readjusted herself and continued smiling. "And who might this lucky person be?" She leaned in closer.

"Who said it was a person? Can't it be a lady?" I raised an eyebrow teasingly.

"Of course it can... So you must really like her if you won't even flirt with the pretty blonde waitress," she prodded curiously.

"Oh trust me, she's not my type at all. My girl would always win," I said confidently.

"Your girl? Huh," Wanda's tone held a hint of disappointment, though she tried to hide it with a smile.

"Yeah, my girl. She wins every time. Best laugh, best personality, prettiest girl, most trustworthy, kind-hearted, and most importantly, the best listener," I explained, caught in a trance as I thought of her.

"She sounds amazing. When do I get to meet this girl?" Wanda asked, genuinely curious.

"Well, you won't. She's in love with someone else, but that's okay because I can love her from afar. She's worth it," I said sadly.

"Well, this girl must be blind not to see what an incredible person you are," Wanda placed her hand over mine briefly.

I couldn't help but think to myself, 'Yeah, she's bloody blind. I clearly love you, idiot.'

Wanda's POV

As Y/n spoke, my mind raced trying to figure out who she was talking about so I could give them a piece of my mind. Anyone would be lucky to have Y/n as their girlfriend. Then it hit me - why was I even thinking about another person? My heart belonged to Y/n, and it had for the past month. I needed to break things off with Vision as soon as we got back to the compound.

I couldn't contain my excitement as I discreetly read Y/n's thoughts. 'Yeah, she's bloody blind. I clearly love you, idiot.' My heart felt like it was going to burst with joy. Y/n loved me? It was almost too good to be true.

I made a decision right then and there - I would end things with Vision and tell Y/n how I truly felt about her. Our love deserved a chance, even if it wasn't meant to be with me.

Your POV

The room seemed to spin for a moment, making me feel fuzzy and unsteady. I could see Wanda's concerned expression as she caught me before I stumbled. A few seconds later, our food and drinks were brought out by a friendly waitress. I smiled at her and thanked her, but I could already sense the premonition of trouble brewing between Wanda and the waitress.

"What's with the death glares?" I nudged Wanda, trying to diffuse the tension.

"Well, you said you didn't like her so I'm just making it clear," Wanda replied with a scowl still fixed on the woman.

I couldn't help but laugh at their little staring contest. Wanda was not one to hold back her feelings, especially when it came to someone she saw as a threat to me. But I knew this wasn't going to make for a relaxing dinner.

"Please, Wanda, can we just try to have a good time? I promise not to even look in her direction if that's what it takes," I pleaded, sipping my creamy vanilla milkshake.

Wanda's scowl softened at my request and she finally turned away from the waitress. "Fine, fine. But don't think I won't be keeping an eye on her."

I couldn't help but smile at how fiercely protective Wanda was of me. She may have been flirty and carefree most of the time, but when it came down to it, she was always looking out for me.

As we chatted and laughed over our meal, I couldn't imagine having a better time with anyone else. We reminisced about old missions and shared stories about our favorite things to do. And despite my initial doubts about revisiting this restaurant where Wanda had confessed her feelings for me years ago, I was now grateful for the memories we were creating together.

Suddenly, the waitress interrupted our conversation with a smile. "Sorry to break it up, ladies, but we're closing for the night."

I couldn't believe it. "What? It can't be that late..." I trailed off as I looked at my phone and saw that it was already 1 am.

Wanda let out a gasp of surprise as she peeked out the window to see the darkness outside. "Wow, time really flew by when I was with you."

As we left the restaurant and walked back to our cars, I couldn't help but feel grateful for Wanda's presence in my life. She had a way of making even the most mundane moments into memorable ones, and I was lucky to have her by my side.

After our meal, I paid the bill and left a generous tip for our waitress. As Wanda sat lost in her thoughts, I admired her from across the table. Her dark hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall and her brown eyes sparkled in the dim light of the restaurant.

"Did your mother ever tell you it's rude to stare?" Wanda teased me, breaking me out of my reverie.

"I think your mother never told you that either after the glare you gave the waitress earlier," I teased back with a smirk.

We both got up from our booth, stretching our tired limbs. I waited for Wanda to get up before walking out with her.

"Where are you going?" she asked me as we made our way towards the exit.

"Wanda, they're closing. We have to go home now. I'm sure Vis is worried about you not being home yet," I reminded her gently.

"Oh, right...yeah, we should get going," she shook her head slightly to clear it.

I helped her out of the booth and we walked side by side to her car. She rested her head on my shoulder as we walked, and I couldn't help but feel content in this moment.

"Here we go," I said as I opened her car door for her.

"Thank you," she yawned sleepily as she climbed into the car.

I smiled at her before closing her door and making my way around to the driver's seat. Deciding to use autopilot, I leaned back in my seat and let out a tired sigh.

"Thanks for accompanying me tonight. I would love to do it again sometime if you'd like?" I asked, glancing over at Wanda.

But she didn't respond. When I turned to look at her, I saw that she had fallen asleep, letting out soft breaths as she slumped against the window. I couldn't help but admire her peaceful expression and the way her hair fell gently across her face.

As we arrived back at the compound, the AI's voice woke Wanda up. She looked too peaceful to wake, so I decided to carry her up to her room instead of waking her.

"Hey, where have you been? We were about to send out a missing person report as you both have been gone for so long!" Natasha exclaimed as she ran towards us with open arms. But then she stopped when she saw Wanda sleeping in my arms.

"Oh my god, it was perfect. She is perfect...I'll tell you all about it later, but for now, I just need to put her to bed," I smiled down at Wanda before turning to walk towards the stairs.

"Wait, what?!" Nat and Maria said simultaneously, their voices filled with excitement.

"Shhh, Lady Y/n is asleep. Miss Maximoff, let me take her to bed," Thor offered in a hushed tone.

"Are you sure? I don't mind taking her," I whispered to him.

"I'm sure," he reassured me before taking Wanda from my arms and carrying her upstairs.

I kissed her forehead and whispered a goodnight before watching them disappear down the hallway. Nat and Maria dragged me into their room and sat me on their bed, eager to hear about our night together.

Maria's eyes lit up with excitement as she eagerly encouraged me to share my story. I couldn't stop grinning as I started, "It was just AMAZING! Y/n took me to this 50s themed diner and said she knew how much I loved sitcoms and had to take me there. It was like she could read my mind." Natasha joined us, closing the bedroom door behind her and jumping onto the bed with a loud thud. "Don't start without me!!!!" she exclaimed, joining in on our conversation.

"We just talked for hours. But it wasn't boring at all, it was like we were in perfect sync. You know that 'perfect night' everyone talks about? Where you can talk for hours and never run out of things to say? That's what it was like," I gushed, reliving the memory.

Natasha's eyes narrowed playfully as she asked, "So do you like her Wanda? Because this is the first time you've talked about Y/n this way."

Blushing, I replied, "I've thought about her like this for a while now, but it feels good to finally say it out loud to someone else. She's practically my best friend but I think I want her to be more than that. I just realized that I don't want to sleep in the same bed as Vision anymore. Our relationship has become more like coworkers than lovers. We haven't gone out on a date in over two months and I can't even remember the last time we talked as boyfriend and girlfriend instead of colleagues. But with Y/n, everything just feels balanced and easy. And I know she'll always listen and help me with anything."

Maria chimed in, "Wanda, I really think you should go for it with Y/n. What's holding you back?"

I hesitated before admitting, "Well...I may have read her mind. I know, I shouldn't have, but she was talking about this mysterious girl she likes who apparently doesn't like her back because they're with someone else. And it all started because I told Y/n to ask the waitress out, but then she just gushed about her crush and how they would always win no matter what."

Natasha squealed with excitement, "Stop it! She said that?"

"If you break her heart, I will break you," Natasha warned me protectively.

"I love you Wanda, but if you hurt Y/n, I will ruin you," Maria chimed in sternly.

I held out my pinky and promised, "I promise I would never dream of hurting her. Ever."

Natasha interlocked her pinky with mine and pulled me in for a hug. Maria joined in as well before we finally parted ways to get some rest. As I lay in bed, thoughts of breaking up with Vision and asking Y/n out filled my mind. It couldn't be that hard...right?

© CINABUNWANDA ⎯ do not repost, translate, plagiarise or claim any of my works as your own.

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Irondad fic ideas #133

Morgan Stark discovers the joke format, "__, __, and __ walk into a bar..." 

She doesn't quite get the concept, but she enjoys it. And, like most children, when she enjoys something she becomes absolutely obsessed with it.

Morgan: A spider, the spider's aunt, and a grumpy walk into the house!

Happy: Morgan that's not how that works

Peter: I dunno, you do seem more like a Grumpy than a Happy :)

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Morgan: A princess, her bestest brother ever, and their cyborg chef walk into the kitchen.

Tony: You can just say you want pancakes, Mo.

Peter, tearing up: That's Princess Mo to you.

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Bonus:

It becomes an inside joke that the whole family uses. 

Tony when Peter cuts off his coffee supply: (gasp) A genius, his robot minions, and a hater walk into the lab.

Peter, not even missing a beat: A genius, his son, and his robot children who agree with the son walk out of the lab and in to their beds.

Tony, so completely endeared every time Peter calls himself his son he can barely protest: I- I- now wait just a second...

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Teen Morgan, upon finding her brother and MJ making out on the couch: Eughh! An intern, the goddess way out of his league, and the amount of space reserved for Jesus between them walk out of the shared living space.

[playsthetics]

MBTI: My Favourite Characters

INTP (4/16)

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Donnie Darko (Donnie Darko)

Mary Jane “MJ” Watson (Spider-Man)

L (Death Note)

Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)

Violet Harmon (American Horror Story)

April Ludgate (Parks and Recreation)

Ryohei Arisu (Alice in Borderland)

Daria Morgendorffer (Daria)

Elliot Alderson (Mr. Robot)

Cha Hyun-Soo (Sweet Home)

[loveharlow]

SOMEBODY'S WATCHIN' ME

PAIRING‧₊˚ Ghostface!JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚  [1.4k] Waiting around for your boyfriend to show up for movie night, you get an unexpected call

WARNING(S)‧₊˚  swearing, mild violence, betrayal, mild sexual references, i've never written ghostface!jj and im not too well versed in the ghostface franchise myself so let me know what you think

*based on thriller (mj) and somebody's watching me (rockwell)

A/N‧₊˚ part of my angstober event!

˗ˏˋ jj masterlist ˎˊ˗

YOU WERE POURING THE LAST OF THE POPCORN INTO THE BOWL, KERNELS CLANKING AGAINST THE DISH. It was halloween, your favorite time of year, and also the night of your annual movie marathon with your boyfriend, JJ. He was running a little behind, per usual.

You had the first movie all queued up, your halloween themed blanket draped across the sofa while you poured up the drinks and dished the snacks in the kitchen. Your parents were gone for the night and the pogues had opted themselves out, wanting to give you and JJ space as a couple. 

You were walking carefully towards the living room, balancing the bowl and cans of soda in your hands when the house phone rang. You rolled your eyes, assuming it was your overbearing parents who wanted to make sure you were alright in the house alone. Carefully placing the items on the coffee table, you made your way over to the half-wall that separated the kitchen and living area, answering the ringing device.

“Hello?”

“Home all alone?” A robotic yet deep voice reverberated on the other end. You rolled your eyes, automatically assuming it was just your goof of a father who loved a cheesy halloween prank.

“Ha ha, dad. I’m not a kid anymore, y'know. You can’t trick me,” You stated nonchalantly, expecting to hear his defeated old-man laughter on the other side. “I will admit, your ghostface voice has gotten better.” You joked, trotting back into the living room, tossing a warm, popcorn kernel into your mouth.

“How’d you know I had a daddy kink?” You paused, face falling from its humorous demeanor in the slightest of motions. With the out-of-character and inappropriate joke, you quickly came to the realization that whoever was on the other end of the phone wasn’t your father.

“Who the hell is this?”

“What? You've never seen a scary movie before?”

“I've seen enough to know that this joke is overplayed. So, whoever you are, go back to jerking off in your mom’s basement-”

“What about your basement?” The unknown individual cut you off. Now your face was pulled tight, an expression of anger as you shifted from holding the phone between your cheek and shoulder to pressing into your ear with your hand, eyes fleeting to the open windows, which were closed but all the blinds were wide open.

The way your eyes scanned the open space made it seem like the room spun around you, eyes squinting as you tried to look through every window at once, only catching glances of children trick or treating.

Just then, you heard something clatter — like a broom hitting the floor. And you could’ve sworn it came from downstairs.

Fight-or-Flight kicking in, you didn’t bother to investigate and instead bolted up the stairs in hopes of reaching your room. When you made it to the top of the staircase, however, you saw a tall shadow pass by, silhouette plastered on the wall as light shone through the windows upstairs, stopping you in your tracks so fast you nearly stumbled backwards.

Your eyes went wide, a deep gasp leaving your lips as you made a sharp turn right back down the stairs, backing yourself into the closest corner.

“Show’s over, if this is Pope or John B, you know JJ's gonna kill you-” You breathed, voice trembling but anger still evident. “This isn’t funny.”

“I’m not holding this knife to make you laugh, sweetheart.”

You could feel your heartbeat just a little faster at his statement. “I’ll call the cops.”

“You can’t do that without hanging up and trust me, you don’t want to hang up.”

Your eyes were darting all over the first floor of your home, hands subconsciously grasping at the wall you had your back pressed against, undoubtedly leaving marks in your wake. You couldn’t help but wonder where the hell JJ was, praying for him to burst through the door at any moment.

The door. The damn door. You realized you were right next to the front door. So, why the hell were you still in the house? 

One last glance at the top of the staircase had you throwing all caution to the wind, hand gripping and twisting the knob only to find that the door wouldn’t budge. You'd unlocked it, the direction the keyhole assuring you of that. You tugged and pulled and yanked, all to no avail. How did you manage to get locked inside of your own house?

“It’s scary being alone with a killer, isn’t it?” A voice whispered right next to your unoccupied ear, your heart practically jumping out of your chest when you realized the voice was clear and less eerie and automated, and also...no longer coming from the phone.

Your head snapped to the side, coming face to face a beat up ghostface mask, the phone in your hand clattering to the floor as you just narrowly dodged his arm when he slung it towards your head, ducking under the attack and nearly tripping over your feet as you made a b-line for your kitchen.

You ruined the house in your trail — throwing chairs, stools, and end tables behind you in desperate attempts to slow him down. 

You didn’t even realize you were screaming as you ran. 

You yelped as you hit your foot on the leg of a display in the hall, slipping and sliding on the hardwood as you never slowed in your pace.

You spotted your fathers work study door open, feet carrying you faster, ignoring the aching pain in your foot, as you made the room your destination. Making it into the space, you turned around to slam and lock the door, not missing the glance you caught of the man running after you. You felt his body collide with the other side of the wood as soon as you had it shut and latched, presumably throwing himself against it and you held it shut even though it was locked.

Your breaths were shaky and quivering, tears flying down your cheeks. After a few seconds, the thudding on the other side stopped. But you weren’t dumb enough to open the door again. The only thing on your mind was getting out of this god forsaken house. 

Spotting the one window in your father’s office, you looked down at the doorknob to ensure it was still locked before bolting over to the opening, prying the glass up and climbing out. Stepping out, one foot at a time, you looked to your left and right once you were completely outside of the window. The night air was humid and chilly, leaving you feeling damp and cold in nothing but a tank-top and pajama pants.

If you could make it to your neighbor’s house, you could call your parents. You just prayed to whatever higher power there was that they were home, better yet awake, considering their old age. 

You wasted little time in pondering however, sock-clad feet running through your yard in the direction of your neighbor's house that was a straight-shot across the street. Your feet had just hit the curb when you felt an arm engulf your frame from behind, the person’s other hand covering your mouth, muffling your screams as they dragged you right back behind the house, out of sight of any passersby that may have seen you.

Even with the hand over your mouth, you continued to kick and flail within their grip, managing to headbutt them in the jaw and drop you to the grass. The unexpected drop left you face down on the damp grass, scrambling to stand up and get away only for your ankles to be grabbed as they pulled you back.

When the aggressor managed to flip your relentless figure on your back, you were met with the sight of the mask once again as the man stood over you. You were lying on your back between his legs before he kneeled, practically straddling you.

Only then did you realize your hands were free, eyes fleeting between your hands and the mask before you were reaching up, basically palming the object and tearing it off, revealing a head full of blonde hair and a crooked, sadistic smile.

You weren’t even sure what your expression looked like.

“JJ?” You mumbled, letting the mask fall to the grass beside you. You could feel your entire body shaking. You didn’t know how to feel — Should you be relieved? Was this just a joke he took too far? Should you be terrified?

You normally would never assume JJ would hurt you but considering the fact that he’d just chased you through your entire house burned that argument to ashes. It didn’t help that he had this look in his eyes as he stared down at you — one you could only describe as unhinged.

You barely registered his next movements, as swift as they were — the way he pulled a decent sized knife from his sleeve in the blink of an eye. He twirled the object as the moonlight bounced off of the surface of it, you could see little spots littered across it. Little spots that almost looked like dried blood. He examined it, licking his bottom lip.

“You like it?” He spoke admiringly, watching the weapon glisten as if it were just a sight to see while you were laid petrified underneath him. You felt like you had just met a whole new person.

You still laid frozen still when he brought the object down to press it lightly against your throat, just enough for you to feel the coolness of it and how sharp it was. His dark gaze left the object to meet your wide eyes.

“It’s almost as pretty as you.”

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