#usm x reader

[lina-lovebug]

USM characters dating an Avengers daughter

- you knew his about his not-so-subtle crush on your dad when you first met, and decided not to tell him

- you adore him but whose to say he won't just use you as an excuse to hang out with your philanthropist billionaire playboy dad?

- but you'd been dating awhile, and had met Aunt May (who adored you), so why were you avoiding the subject of your dad?

- that was until you were fixing your suit and Peter walked in, gave you a kiss and offered to help. You forgot the little engraving your dad left you on your suit, "be careful and kick ass, love dad"

- "aw, that's sweet," he smiled, "when can I meet him?"

- "you. . .already have," you said, trying to gage his reaction, "he made me my first suit. . .and yours"

- it took him a few seconds but then it all clicked. His super amazing genius girlfriend whose dad bought her a Porsche at fifteen was Tony Stark

- his idol

- "I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner, but you idolize him and I was scared and-"

- he understood - completely shocked but understood

- he does ask if that means he can drive the Porsche now tho

- you and your mom? Best friends

- danny and your mom? Not so much

- being the daughter of Black Widow herself came with a lot of trust, and many secrets so you never intended on dating because of it

- but then this handsome motherfucker gentleman comes along and you're on cloud nine

- you told him you have a complicated past and he respected that, waiting until you were ready

- but he's Iron Fist, King of K'un L'un and an Agent of SHIELD so he took notice when you'd disappear from team sessions

- he admits he got curious and followed one day, and there you were: training with Black Widow herself, and doing it flawlessly

- and at the end of it, his suspicions were confirmed once you hugged and said, "thanks, mom"

- "So are you gonna introduce us or does he always do that?" She made DIRECT eye contact with him and it honestly sent a shiver down his spine

- he introduced himself, remaining calm and collected, which impressed her but she also knows that people can hide how they rlly feel

- she GRILLED HIM

- "where'd you grow up?" "K'un L'un" "who are your parents?" "Heather and Wendell Rand" "if you're a billionaire, why do you wear five dollar flip flops?"

- you knew she approved of him, but she liked to keep him on his toes

- "beloved, I love you, but your mother scares me"

- oh how does one BEGIN to explain to their bullet proof boyfriend that their dad is Thor?

- he knew you had to be other worldly, and not just because he thinks you're a Goddess you accidentally struck him with lightning one time

- you wanted to keep it a secret for a bit before the Almighty Thor comes in and demands to know Luke's intentions

- "babe, why is Thor asking me when I'm proposing?"

- being a God came with perks, so Thor knew not long after you guys started dating that something was amiss with his daughter

- (you stopped remembering to being him poptarts and he got upset)

- "how do I know if he is worthy of your hand?"

- "He makes me laugh :) and he's bulletproof so. . ."

- they get along great

- his first trip to Asgard was a bit intimidating but seeing as you're half human, your mom reminded him that love between you guys was possible

- "I recommend a traditional Asgardian ceremony-"

- "dad we're sixteen"

- o h b o i

- talk about overprotective father

- you're a minute late, who were you with? What were you doing? I want their names, addresses, social security-

- if you guessed Winter Soldier a.k.a Bucky then you guessed right

- he knew something was up the moment you two lingered for a bit after training, and watching from the top deck this man SPOTTED your hands brush and asked Fury for Novas' personal file

- but knowing your dad, you were actually able to keep your relationship a secret for two months before he put the pieces together himself

- you both were out on a picnic date, Sam having made a cute cake, and a very threatening man with a metal arm came up sat down, smiled at him, held his hand out and said, "Samuel Alexander, sixteen, last Nova, grew up in Carefree, and 5'8, correct?"

- you were LIVID

- meanwhile Sam was like "omg he knows my name :0!!"

- you had told Sam long before dating that your dad was extremely overprotective, but Sam being Sam was just excited that his badass girlfriend has a badass dad!!

- and Buckys like "wtf this kid isn't even remotely terrified"

- Sam asks question after question, and it even turns into a third wheel - as in they're bonding and you're just there

- Bucky likes him but still tries to be somewhat intimidating, being the infamous Winter Soldier and all

- "Babe. . .baabe. . .when's your dad gonna be back? I wanna ask him if he likes my new helmet look"

- so like where do I even start

- you and Ava had been dating for a couple of months before she started to realize that she hadn't met your family

- you told her that they were just really intense and you didn't wanna scare her

- but who could scare White Tiger? So she insisted and you said "your funeral"

- also how does one explain to their partner that they technically shouldn't exist because your dad is a robot and your mom is a witch?

- your brothers LOVE her

- Billy and Tommy immediately recognized Ava, seeing as they'd work with the team from time to time and said "ooh our sisters dating the smart one"

- and Ava like, "babe I think I kicked one of their asses in training"

- Wanda adores Ava, she thinks she's good for you and might as well have someone mentally stable in your life

- Meanwhile in Avas' mind, "omg omg her mom is Scarlet Witch, her dad is Vision - wait is that why she's so smart? Is my girlfriend a robot?"

- no you're not a robot

- Vision likes her, and he knew about you two before you two even started dating. Why? You rambled about White Tiger during dinner once and Vision CLOCKED that look in your eyes

- needless to say, Sunday dinners with your family are now mandatory with Ava

[speckle-meow-meow]

𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔!

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Edit: 2024 July 9th

*#1: NSFW is gonna be a no sorry it makes me a bit uncomfy but dirty jokes and mentions will be in some writing depends

*rule #2: if you ask for a request, don't expect it to be out that same day or within the hour. I'm probably procrastinating or to busy depends, don't be rude to other anons and their requests etc. Requests are always open unless said

*rule #3: no incest please 🚫. I can do platonic

*#4: you can ask questions bit not personal ones and if it doesn't seem personal but I still don't want to answer please don't be pushy or I will shut down my request page and you will ruin it for everyone.

*#5: no hate on my posts please

*#6 I will do poly like character x reader x character no ships this is a character x reader blog, sorry❤

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The mᥱ᥆ᥕ-ძ᥆ms:

Black butler

Bna

Resident evil games

Batman games

Dc

Marvel

Dark deception

Tssm

USM (ultimate spiderman)

Some things wrong with sunnyday jack

John doe

House hunted

Red dead redemption 2

Rottmnt

2012 tmnt

Fnaf

Disney villains

Twisted wonderland

Repo! The genetic opera

The evil within (first one I have yet to play the second one )

The devil in me

Genshin impact (I'm not so good with the lore so please forgive me)

Cuphead (I'm in and out of the fandom)

Ducktales

Darkwing duck

Supernatural (though I'm only on season 6)

Undertale (most aus

Deltarune

iZombie

Bee and puppycat

Arcane

HxH

Some slashers (Hannibal 1991, Pennywise 1990 & 2017)

Hocus pocus 1 & 2

Hazbin hotel

Helluva boss

Ps4 spiderman

Btas

Ghostbusters

The real Ghostbusters

People busters

Nope

Welcome home

Owl house

Most cartoon Network cartoons (just ask me if I've seen em and if I have I'll write for what ever character!)

Those are the fandoms for now, I most likely will update it later on, but for now this is it.

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I can do genderbends

Romantic, platonic, & friendship stuff I can do as well

Yandere content I will do but I might not be amazing at it

I can do most readers but it really depends on the reader I'm doing, if I say I can't/won't be able to do it PLEASE don't take any offense by it I either don't know how to write that reader or just don't have any experience with it so forgive me.

Head cannons, one shots, imagine, scenarios etc

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[ultimate-spiderman-stuff]

Web-Warriors x gn!reader headcanons please? How would they react when they'd befriend reader and then realize they have a crush on them?

Peter

Peter met you in school

He got assigned to sit next to you in history

You were drawing,not really paying attention to the class

He kinda was just tapping his pen awkwardly trying to think of a good conversation starter

Ends up blurting out something really randome like:

'Hey, did you know that barnacals have the largest dicks relative to their size?'

He practically dies inside

He hurriedly tries to back track,stumbling over his words

Then you just look up from your drawing,raising an eyebrow at him, nodding slowly

Peter just stays quiet for half the period then he decides to ask what your drawing

You turn the sketch book around to show him Darth Vader

Cue to both of you fangirling over Star Wars

After a while you guys started hanging out at breaks with Harry and MJ

The both of you have the kind of friendship where you'll say randome facts about stuff completely out of then blue

Finally the team gets so annoyed with the constant yapping that they don't bother asking Peter if he likes you, they tell him

You already knew you like him but was just waiting for the right time to ask him out

The next day after class you both confess at the same time

It was really awkward but wholsome

So you start dating

Flash

He met you at the gym

You were doing weights and he offered to spot for you

You gladly accepted his offer and you guys clicked instantly

At first he thought it would be a one time thing, but the next time he was there he saw you and instantly came over

Soon you both were sharing opinions of different artists to listen to,and walking home together

Soon he asked you out

You went out for smoothies

Miles

You were from the Red Room and was recently taken into SHIELD

SHIELD had given you some Red Dust so you were free from the Red Room

Miles had come over to hangout with you in the cafeteria and was currently talking your ear off about Ghostbusters

As annoying as his constant banter was the plot was quite interesting

You were always getting into fights with everyone but you found him just that little bit more tolerable

Miles also liked hanging out with you even though you frightened him a bit

But after awhile he began to not really be bothered by you

Soon he decided to ask Peter for some advice on what he was feeling

Peter wasn't quite his best decision to go to cos Peter is practically clueless in that category

But after a lot of researching and Google saying he was going to die of a heart condition, both of them found the answer

Ge was in love with you

Ot was a very sweet confection, the poor boy was so nervous

You had no idea about dating

But everything eventually worked out

Amadeus

He met you at SHIELD

And yes you were 13 the same age as Amadeus

You were a botanist like your parents so you were able to work in the labs

Amadeus might be the 7th smartest person in the world but plants were just not his thing

So when he found some new plant based material on patrol he asked you for help

It turns out he wasn't as much as a prick as everyone else said he was

But he was still annoying

After a couple of days he was becoming a bit less of a dick then before

After a couple of weeks the prodject was finished

He kept on finding reasons to go back to your lab and the relationship began

None of you guys actually said it, it kinda just happened

So like who knows you could just be really good friends who shares a lab and custody of a goldfish

Ben

Scarlet was on patrol when he saw a creepy dude with a gun go into the cafe you were working at

By the time he got there he saw you judo flip the guy

So he just sat back and watched the show

Once you were done with him, he webbed the guy up, staring at you suspiciously

'What? Did ya think I couldn't protect myself just because I have no powers?' You asked

'Did I say that, punk?' He muttered, glaring harder

You rolled your eyes at his attitude, giving him a hot chocolate

Once he left he had to say you peeked his interest

So when aunt May was having a bit of trouble finding where to go to for lunch he suggested the cafe you worked at

May noticed that he was staring at you more than he did at other people so made sure to go there more often

Sometimes he even goes there without May

He begins to go there almost every day so that he can see you

He starts to talk to you and and become somewhat friends

After awhile he confide in May

She was so excited that he was interested in someone

So when he decided to confess he was a blushing mess

You got what he was getting at and said yes

[lazypanartist]

Hello could you please write a USM ben reilly x reader headcanon I realy like your other one

Of course! Was just thinking about him again today..

USM Ben Reilly x Reader Headcanons!

Established relationship (Bc writing meetings can be Hard™), starts before he's outed as a spy

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Super protective of you as his partner

He knows that you could be used against him by either side, so tries to keep you close and under wraps

A hard combo, but he's not a very openly emotional guy

Not at the start, at least

Takes a lil bit for him to warm up to any kind of touch

Starts slow

Hand holding

Using you as an armrest

Ruffling your hair

Eventually he's a little more open, both emotionally and to touch

Gets better at saying "I love you"

Gives forehead kisses so he doesn't have to lean down as far

Thinks the "Spider-Man Kiss" is corny, but he'll do it if you ask

He only realizes how much he needs you once it's too late

When he gets the call from Peter, the first thing he does is ask for you

But you can't come

It's too far for Peter to get you from your place in so little time

Ben makes him promise to pass a message to you

The next morning, Peter's at your door with some chocolate and a note

It's short, to the point, vaguely sappy

Ben apologizing for being an idiot, for lying, for throwing away everything he had

For choosing his job over you

It ends with him saying that "I could never show you as much of the love you deserved. I'm sorry.. I can never stop loving you, for any reason. The job still needs to be done. I love you."

Peter explains that Ben had probably written it right before the takedown of Shield, and intended for you to find it yourself

Obviously didn't work that way

And now, you were stuck with the knowledge that he "can never stop loving you", and the belief that your boyfriend was dead.

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Thinking of making post-resurrection its own part.. of tie it with thoughts from the bottom of the harbor. Let me know if y'all want another part!

[howlingchampion]

NO BC YOU KNIW THE “I want to see my little boy” MEME?

Imagine the cat is the teenage girl reader, spiderman is the person with the cat and Doc Ock is the one tryna get her back —-

(Oh god idk if this makes sense 😭😭😭 I think the actual vine explains it better)

OH MY GOD NOW I WANNA DRAW IT HOLD TIGHT MY FRIEND-

My art skills are straight shit so bear with me😭✋

[yeehawdemon]

The Heavy Burden of a Human Heart

"Creature" Ben Reilly x reader | Frankenstein-esq AU about grief, something inhuman becoming man, and a new heart learning to love.

All character descriptions used are based on the characterizations from the Ultimate Spider-Man cartoon that ran on Disney XD from 2012 to 2017. If that actually bothers you, go cry about it.

Chapter 1 - The Image of the Dead

There was something that settled in your chest, like the overgrowth of weeds. A thorny unwanted pain, almost impossible to get rid of. Pounding in your heart, wisping in your mind. No, not the present shaking fear of the dark or a vampire beyond the threshold of your home- but instead, the gentle cry of an anguished heart. Pitiful grief that grips you like a starved dog grips a rabbit in its jaws. The violent thrashing of a predator executing its prey, dancing in your chest like the most dreaded ballet. Your conscience is torn apart by the loss of your very dear friend.

The rain of the summer storm pours heavily down onto the roof of your home, groaning loudly as if sobbing for you. The thick sheets of water weep down the glass pane of your window, the only light in the room being from the thick gray clouds above. Your eyes flick about the room, never staying too long- never ever longer then the time two heartbeats take out of a minute. You couldn't stay for too long, lest your mind settle and begin to wander. It, however, did not work. Your mind began to drift, a sunny afternoon, waving an early goodbye to a smiling face you will never get to see again.

Three weeks, you believe. It's been three weeks since the accident that took the lives of Peter Parker and three other people, and you have yet to let yourself accept it. The old house groans as you suck in a deep breath, soothed by nothing but your own thoughts. It was no one's fault. An accident is an accident, and he died a hero. A hero, but still gone.

The sheets fall from your chest as you sit up, looking out at the trees beyond your window. Living just outside of town has its perks, including the silent company of such lovely giants. Slipping from bed, you tug the duvet off with you. Dragging it across the ground as you make your way over to the seat in your window. The wooden boards squeak under your feet as you shift your weight onto the cushioned extension of the window. Curling up into the pink satin seat, you press your warm face into the cool glass, fogging it slightly.

For as long as you could remember it's always been the four of you. You, Mary-Jane, Harry, and Peter. Always. And of course people and things change, friends change- but not like this. It was never supposed to be like this. What is there for the three of you to do now that... That's a stupid question now isn't that? What other choice is there but to go on without your friend? Your eyes flick over to the newest letter from your parents, states away they write you from the sea-side you chose not to see. Wanting to spend the last summer with your friends before they went off to college instead. They are blissfully unaware of the news, and of your quiet suffering.

It's been two weeks since that actual funeral, and you haven't seen anyone since. Locked yourself away, unwilling to see anyone. You should, however, go food shopping soon. Your parents sent money again, and you shouldn't let it sit while you commit suicide via malnourishment. However, if you didn't, at least you could see him again. You find yourself gazing outside again, down at the wide clearing your parents called a courtyard. No grass, creating a goopy, muddy mess. That would probably be a nightmare to traverse until it was dry... maybe locking yourself away wasn't such a terrible idea after all.

Your eyes wander the courtyard, allowing your thoughts to go blank and hum a lullaby your mother hasn't sung to you in years. It's a gentle comfort, one needed beyond even you know.

From the side of the house, emerges a figure. Stumbling all over themselves and getting stuck in the thick mud. The notes catch in your throat, an abrupt stop as you are ripped from your thoughts. Your heart pounds as the very worst possibilities formulate in your head. Was this person here to try and break in? Did they know you were home alone? Through the sound of the pouring rain and the natural muffling from the window pane, you can hear them grunt in distress. Your eyes flutter in surprise as a worry builds in your chest.

No. No, this person was not someone with sinister intentions. They look... disoriented, mostly confused, partially hunched over as they stumble about... and this is no type of night for anyone to be out. They'll get ill. Whoever they are obviously they need help.

Help. That's what he'd want you to do, at least.

Quick as a whip, you grab the oil lamp you kept on your writing desk and pull a long old hat pin your grandmother had willed to you. Quickly rushing to your bedroom door. With a short turn of the nob, your surroundings are illuminated dimly. The small amount of light guides you to the stairs and down them as quickly as possible. Your steps are rushed and unsteady as you almost trip over yourself just to get to the front door. Rushing so quick, you don't even give the floorboards time to groan under your weight.

The front door swings open with you. Practically falling out onto the porch, you brace yourself against the railing, chest heaving. A waft of damp air hits your skin, causing your hair to stand on end. "Hello!?" You yell out to them as they stumble to a stable stop. They're not too far away and they're facing you, but you can't make out any discernible features. Their elbows are bared outwards as they hold the sides of their head. Letting out pained and definitely confused grunts. You step forward to the edge of the porch. "What are you doing out here in this rain? Do you need-" Turning the knob of the lamp to increase the brightness, you illuminate most of a courtyard to a certain degree. "...Help?" Your eyes widen in a cocktail of emotions that swirl like a hurricane.

They stand up straight, a broad form looking directly at you like a scared deer. Rain rolls down their pale skin, cold and unforgiving. Their chest heaves, but they don't much more. And well, it's not hard to tell that they... Are actually a he.

He's nude, completely bare as if this was the day he was born. Hair cut short, around half an inch from his scalp. Skin covered with these long stitched up wounds, red with freshness, that wrapped around the circumference of his limbs and torso just above the joint areas. There's one that draws your attention far longer than the others. It forms a 'v' on his chest, the point of which continues in a singular line all the way down to his mound. There was something else off... just wrong about the way his body looked in a way you just can not place. But that wasn't what you came to fixate on. The hat pin, which you had grabbed to use as self defense just in case, slips from your fingers. The metal clattering down the step before sheathing itself in the mud. His nose had a wound that stretched from the bridge to below his left eye and was bruised like it had been broken. It had obviously been reshaped through the break, but that didn't stop your recognition.

The sharp contours of his jaw and famously chapped lips. Wide blue eyes- not blue like the sky at noon or a body of water, but blue like the world during the first licks of morning's newborn light. They bore into you like inhuman beacons, seemingly picking up your fear and reflecting it out back to you. A face you know well, a face you had recently said a very last goodbye to.

You step forward and down into the stairs, voice strung high in disbelief. Bitter, cold rain hits your scalp and slides down the back of your neck, heart twinging at the vision before you. It's not- no. There's no way it is. "Pete-" The movement and sound of your voice seems to scare him, causing him to stumble around again with an angered grunt. The very second he finds his balance, he turns, sprinting straight for the woods. The wave of shock and confusion renders your critical thinking ineffective. "Peter!" You scream into the night, taking off after him. Into the rain and the disgustingly thick mud. Not nearly as fast as him, you trail behind. Pushing through the tree line after him as fast you possibly could. Only being able to follow him by the light glinting off his back.

"Peter, Peter please! Come back! Come back, please!" You yell, slowly losing him in your sights. A loose root finds itself looped over your now dirty feet, sending you flying forwards into the wet ground. The lamp in your hand shatters, glass shards embedding themselves into the palm of your hand.

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Even days after, those eyes haunted you. Cutting into you like the blade of a bayonet. You already know the gunshot of the loss of your friend, what a horrible comedy is the stab of seeing his face on a body that wasn't his. That... that wasn't him. It couldn't have been. Too tall, too broad, too... alive. Your heart beats with a confused pattern, mind a mess of confuddled thoughts mixing with murmurs of rationality and denial. There was a part of the rational thoughts that tried to convince itself that it was all a dream. Your grief manifested itself in the realm of your rest, concocting a traumatizing vision in spite of your healing mind. However the bruises on your knees and the deep gashes in your palms tell a much different story.

The market was just as full as it always was. Had the summer rain continued any longer, the street would have been baren except for the willing few. Everyone was dressed nicely, including yourself. Arm in arm with either a parent or a partner, excluding yourself. While you've always preferred colder, wetter weather, you've found yourself glad the storm has gone. There is a pleasant warmth in the air accompanied by a light breeze, it's something more akin to late spring or early summer. Either way, the change is a pleasant and welcome one. Wandering past vendors and barely even looking at what they had to offer. Everything around you felt muddled. Speech, faces, prices. The only things that had found their way into your hand basket was a single jar of lavender honey and loaf of fresh bread. Nothing else seemed to be appealing.

Even though you feel as if your head is a million miles away, being out and surrounded by people makes you feel less alone. Less crazy. Like you could ignore what had happened only a few nights ago. Allowing yourself to only dwell on your friends' loss as former school mates and their mothers pass and shoot you sympathetic glances. Some men, giving you solemn nods. While he left an impression on those he was close to, Peter Parker was not a particularly popular boy. Smart, a bit geekish sometimes, but kind, snarky, and overwhelmingly funny. Not this many people knew or had any attachment to him in life. The only times he stood out were when he got to flaunt his intelligence, and when he had lost his uncle. Other then the accident itself, people knew of his death so widely and acted like this for one reason.

His Aunt.

May Parker is a kind, fun, and spunky woman armed endlessly with the most dangerous thing imaginable- Compassion. She's warm, bright, and is the type of person who can make everyone in a room love her without even trying. She isn't naïve or weak, like some might assume of someone with these traits. She's intelligent, professionally cautious, and unimaginably strong. She's the breadwinner of her home, took care of her nephew and maintained her social and professional relationships even after losing the love of her life.

Now that you think about it, you wonder how she's doing now. She is so strong, but... her husband and the nephew they raised, within only a few years of each other. You only hope she's found some way to not destroy herself, to not be like you.

A startled noise leaves you as another body slams into yours. It's not hard enough to hurt or knock you back, but enough to bring you out of the confines of your head. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I've been so distracted..." You take the blame immediately, because you know it is your fault. If you had been paying attention it wouldn't have happened. Oh. They say that if you wake up in the middle of the night it's because someone is thinking of you, maybe this is similar. Thinking about someone enough to make them appear before you.

She's just as shocked as you are for a split second before she forces a smile. Something unlike her, because she's rarely not smiling. A smile is as natural to her as waves are to the ocean. However you understand and wished there was something you could do to take that away. She says your name gently, and your heart pangs with sympathy. Her smile and tone have the same amount of unhideable melancholy.

With a small tilt of your head, you give her a smile as well- but you're sure it's not too far off from hers. "Hello, Mrs. Parker." You say, knowing she prefers to be referred to by her first name, but wanting to show her respect is such a trying and delicate time. There was a soft hum from her, followed by a light chuckle.

"Oh sweetie, there's no need to be so formal." Her tone holds that sweetness that she is known for, and you can tell that it wasn't forced. She reaches out, and places her hands on your upper arms. "How have you been?" She asks. How like her to ask about someone else's life and feelings during what is probably the worst time in her life.

"I'm..." You can't get a solid answer out, or rather, you can't say anything at all. When you try, all you can see in your mind is the wooden box covered in flowers, nailed shut with one of your best friends inside. Beside it, her. Head down, lips pursed as she tries not to cry again, even though she knows not a soul would blame her if she did. The shared silence says more than any combination of words ever could. Both of your smiles drop flat in a shared knowing. You're both hurting, and you hate that now she knows that you are. You know how upset thinking about you, M.J., and Harry grieving this loss will make her. That's the very last thing you'd want her to worry about.

In that, she wraps her arms around you, and you her. Tucked into one another in a tight embrace. You hadn't gotten to hug her like this at the funeral, one small hug before everyone was rushed to the graveside. She was much too busy with everything else, and you stood off to the side. Hand in hand with Mary-Jane. The two of you gripping each other as if you were to let go, the other would slip away for good. It felt good in a way, once again less alone, but like everything you were feeling was tangible and real. Your grief was nowhere near as intense as what she feels, and you know that with every part of your being- but maybe, just maybe, she's getting some relief from that empty longing pain too.

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The other side of the park is a much more suitable place to talk, in the warm summer breeze floats the sounds of the farmers market in the distance. Quiet enough to not mean anything at all. The both of you sit on the park bench. Quietly discussing how you were dealing. You tried your hardest to be honest with her, but one large thing gnawed at you. Something you couldn't possibly tell her. A terrible, delusional, secret. Try as you may to keep it from her and swallow it, it keeps coming back up. Like rich, fatty food in an unsettled stomach.

Your incisors and canines tearing into the wet, fleshy warmth of your inner lips. Chewing them and dotting your tongue with the taste of blood. The taste of blood complimented by the smell of the lavender grown out around the bench legs, the summer-y purple blooms licking at your ankles as they sway in the aforementioned breeze. In fact, many flowers were in bloom despite the scorching afternoons. Small, white daisies are grouped together just behind you and you can only see them out of the corner of your eye. The unseasonal storm must have done them well to have survived this long. Farther on behind May are meadow-like bushels of tiny purple flowers with thin, vine-like stems... behind May.

Oh.

The sound of your name being repeated sucks you right back out of the cozy hiding spot you'd crafted out of full flower beds in your head. Your eyes widen as you notice her worried expression. She says your name again, but this time in a firm and caring tone. "There's something bothering you, isn't there?" Of course there was, but you couldn't tell her. Right?

"A couple of days ago, I... I had a dream, and I saw Peter."

The concern in her eyes washes away, gaze softening as that same sad smile returns. Gently placing one of her hands over yours. "Would you like to talk about it?" It's a simple question, but it makes your heart pang.

No. No you don't. You don't even want her to know something so awful. That there's a... 'man' out there running around with her nephew's face? Even with you framing it as a dream, that's still not a dream you'd want her to know about. "No. It... was dark, and terrible. I don't want you to have to think about it." Your voice cracks as you look down at your folded hands. Hers holding onto yours with such a gentle and reassuring grasp. All the years you've known this wonderful woman, she's always been so kind and accepting. The last thing you'd want to do in the wake of your friend's death is upset her even more.

She gives your hand another squeeze, causing you to look back up at her. There's a look in her eyes, it's too many things for you to possibly place. Concern, grief, fear... knowing. A lump forms in your throat as you force your eyes open wider, trying to fight tears. You didn't want to do this to her, you didn't want to lay everything you were feeling on a woman who is quite literally going through the unimaginable. You wished your mother and father were here. That you could curl up in their laps like a child and sob into their shoulders.

Her chest deflates with a sigh, shoulders relaxing as her lips press flat, something she wants to say resting just on the tip of her tongue. There's an unimaginable weight on her right now, and you're beginning to see how much it's aged her. May Parker was always known for how active and lively she is, but... she just looks so tired. Gently, you rub your thumb over the back of her hand, trying to give back the support she had just given you. "Well, I think we've all been struggling with... some darker thoughts since what happened to Peter's grave." 

[jup1terstarz]

We need more usm stuff, yesterday was the anniversary of the most recent usm x reader related post :(

[kissingchamber]

kiss it better !

𝜗𝜚 synopsis: your best friend likes to crawl in through your window at odd hours to have you patch him up

𝜗𝜚 pairing(s): Peter Parker x male reader

𝜗𝜚 warning(s): blood, injury, ambiguous / open ending (should i do a part 2?)

𝜗𝜚 notes: English is not my first language!!! This was written with usm!peter in mind but it can be any peter you imagine! Also my first ever writing on tumblr eek ><

It's way too late. I probably shouldn't bother him, it's almost midnight. He's probably asleep! I shouldn't wake him up. I can patch myself up just fine, I don't need to inconvenience him. Are all thoughts that wander around Peter's head during nights like these, when he's just finished a less than pleasant patrol and has a more than desirable amount of injuries. But every time, without fail, he still comes to you.

And that's exactly where he is right now; quietly opening your bedroom window— the window you purposely leave unlocked for him— and slipping in.

You notice Peter, getting up from where you had been sitting on your bed, and reach for the first-aid kit you've began to keep under your bed.

"Hey web head, what have you got for me tonight?" It's routine at this point; he'll come in through your window, you grab the first-aid, and ask him about his injuries.

Peter flops onto your bed and groans. "It feels like my arm is being ripped off at the shoulder."

You get him to sit up before sliding the top half of his battered suit off, revealing his bloodied arm, and the giant bruise on his shoulder that's already blooming a bright purple color.

"Ouch... Where'd you manage to get this one?" You ask, mostly to try and distract him from the pain, but also because you're curious.

Peter tells you about his patrol and the bruise as you get to work, cleaning the blood and sanitizing his wounds. Thankfully, you don't need to stitch him up tonight, just some gauze and painkillers should do it.

You're just finishing up when Peter absentmindedly starts speaking. "Man, I just wish you wouldn't have to do all this to help me. That there was an easier way to do all this."

You let out a snort. He's so silly sometimes. You can't help but think. "What? Like, kiss it better or something?" You tease, ruffling his hair.

"Yeah, exactly! Like why do you have to go through all this trouble when you could just fairytale-kiss me and heal me right away!" He sounds so enthusiastic you just have to chuckle a little.

You sit down next to him, slowly leaning down, and planting a sweet kiss on his shoulder. "Like that?" You smirk and he blushes. Seriously, he's full on blushing! And you can't help but do so too.

"Y- yeah..." Peter coughs, hiding his face in his hands for a moment. "Uhm. I gotta go... Can't let aunt May notice I'm gone, y'know?" He's already getting up and going to the window.

"Right, right! Aunt May, can't believe I forgot her." You nod, and he's already halfway out the window. "Kay, byeee! " You reply with a mumbled goodbye and he swings away into the night.

You touch your lips. The very same lips that were against his shoulder just moments ago! God, did I really just do that? You wonder as you flop onto your back on the bed, much like he did when he first came in.

𝜗𝜚 note: thank you for reading! Reblogs are appreciated!!

[thevindicativevordan]

So, with Ultimate Spider-Man and Absolute Batman being such a huge success, do you think there's going to some significant impact on the mainline of Marvel and DC? Especially in case with Spider-Man, since Batman is doing relatively fine anyways.

Ultimate Spider-Man's first volume titled Married With Children is selling magna numbers for those who don't know. Hard to convey how insane that is, USM is a sales behemoth by every available sales barometer we have (admittedly none are as accurate as Diamond was). I'd love to believe that Breevort, Lowe, and all the other curmudgeon Marvel editors are currently undergoing an existential crisis as they are faced with cold hard proof that Spider-Man being a husband and a father in no way diminishes his appeal... but I don't think they ever seriously believed that.

At this point I suspect it's become religious dogma to them that 616 Peter cannot grow old no matter what contradicts that belief. They'd rather kill ASM than admit they were wrong. ASM continues to sell alright and for as long as it stays in the top 25, I don't see Marvel making any changes. They're probably counting on ASM #1000 to bring all the lapsed readers back. I'd love to be wrong, but short of an editorial purge of the Spidey office similar to what happened with the X-Men, I don't see anything changing with regards to how Marvel handles the mainline.

As for Batman... has he been doing fine? I'm assuming you're referring to sales which seem to be ok judging by what little data we have. In terms of storytelling however, he's right down in the pits with Spider-Man. The main book never recovered from DC aborting the marriage King had planned. Tynion game'd the system by creating new characters to keep speculators engaged. For a time that kept sales high, but now it appears that the speculation boom is over. Williamson's run was forgettable filler and Zdarsky's run has had mixed reception to put it mildly. When was the last time the main Batman book was "must-read"? Like ASM it sells because of the power of the brand, but all the book does is recycle Morrison's run. Not since King was kicked off has anyone tried to move Batman forward. Now DC is apparently luring a big name creator back to the book with Loeb/Lee doing Hush 2: The Hushening sometime next year. My expectation is that story will be a "back to basics" that takes Batman back to his pre-Morrison status quo. Alfred returning from the dead and a return to operating out of Wayne Manor is in the works now I bet.

Absolute Batman is different from USM in that it confirms DC's belief about what makes Batman successful whereas USM defies Marvel's beliefs about Spidey. AB stars a young, unmarried Bruce Wayne with no Batfamily, who isn't a preptime god, and is a grim and gritty hero willing to employ ultraviolence. Sure there's some differences (Martha is alive! He grew up in Crime Alley with all his Rogues as childhood friends! He chops thugs hands off!) but by and large this is very much a Batman who continues to operate in the mold Miller laid down with DKR. They haven't been shy that AB was conceived as DKR Batman but young in terms of appearance. Nothing about AB being a success will change DC's notions of what makes him their most popular character.

[lina-lovebug]

USM characters dating a villains daughter

- you were recruited into SHIELD based on your merits and smarts

- also including the fact that your dad was a villainous genius and wanted you farrrr away from all that mess

- you helped the team every now and then concerning tech stuff or hacking, and Spidey developed a crush on you

- you found him cute, having seen his face a few separate times, but knew that once he found out that your dad has made multiple attempts to clone his DNA and/or kill him then that crush would die

- it was a small accident from one of the other agents, but one that made you avoid Spidey for WEEKS

- "Oh hey Miss. Octavius" "Oh hey-"

- normally you'd let that slide but not when you were having lunch with Spiderman

- "Octavius? Like-?" "Wow, I'm late for a meeting. Bye!"

- it sucked too because you used to have a great relationship with your dad but his change and obsession over Spiderman drove you two apart

- you missed your dad

- each time you walked past the team training or happened to be in the same room as Spidey, you'd avoid him like the plague

- you would have kept doing that but suddenly found your hand webbed to your desk

- "You're avoiding me" "who said that?"

- after a long conversation that you weren't a spy or a weird creepy person trying to clone him, he let out a sigh of relief

- "And here I thought my crush on you was ruined" "yeah same here. . ."

- the team teased you both about that for the next month

- it's not everyday that you find out your dad is a terrorist

- okay not exactly a terrorist but one of the most dangerous men in the entire world to the point where they locked him in a prison without any metal

- yup, your father is Magneto

- it was fresh into your relationship with Danny when you found out. Your mom died when you were a baby, and you were adopted by an Agent of SHIELD

- it began to explain so much - your powers always have been strong, even for a mutant. You excelled in your strength and control, except for the few moments where anger woukd get the better of you

- you were scared to tell him. You had been dating for barely a month now, what if he got scared? Magneto brings fear to his name for a reason

- but you didn't have to tell him because Magneto had already found you. It's a strange thing to feel your child through your shared gene of controlling metal

- "(Y/N), I know I was never present before, but I never knew that you-" "Love, what's he talking about?"

- Magneto raised his brow at the green clad boy beside you and you rightfully began to p a n i c

- "I'm her father, and you are?"

- Danny is like 👁👄👁

- "You're not my dad. My dad is Agent (L/N), and as far as I'm concerned, the only person who knows me."

- and still, Danny is just 👁👄👁

- also okay my girlfriend didn't know that her dad is one of the few people I'm scared of

- After the initial blow up, you refused to talk to him. Erik Lensherr wanted to get to know you - to know the little girl he never knew he had even though this motherfucker has kids EVERYWHERE

- it was Danny who encouraged you to know him. You didn't have to force yourself to call him dad but you could atleast try to see if he's worth knowing?

- "How long have you been dating that boy?" "Oh, uh, a month now." "Hmm. . .he says strange things but I like him"

- He never saw it coming but Danny is the number one favorite of your adopted and biological dad. Yippee

- "When do I get to meet your dad, babe?"

"Uh. . .how do you feel about never? Also he's in prison, so not exactly the best meet up scenario."

- Luke knew you had a complicated relationship with your dad but never knew exactly how complicated

- first few years of your life, you were always on the road with him. You never thought much of the constant moving and new motel rooms every week - it was just a roadtrip

- until that roadtrip ended with your dad in custody and you cowering in the bathtub with claws and trying to act like a very scary person

- you looked like a spicy cat

- Luke was still curious though and since you weren't giving him much, he decided to sneak into the SHIELD database

- Sabretooth a.k.a Victor Creed who is sadistic and violent, and used to bring you on "roadtrips" which could have very easily ended up with you being killed

- also making Wolverine your uncle who didn't visit much himself

- "ooohh that's why she accidentally called Fury dad that one time"

- daddy issues to another level

- anyway

- Luke respected your decision not to see nor talk about your dad, now knowing that he never really cared about you

- it also made him realize why you were so avoidant when you first joined the team #likefatherlikedaughter

- but you were nothing like Sabretooth thank fucking christ and loved Luke, so he planned a dinner for you to meet his family

- and if you're wondering, yes, Victor found out you were dating whilst in custody and ended up destroying his prison cell

- oh yeah, Sam already knew

- you mean to tell me that a girl with green magical powers, a golden headpiece with horns AND who calls Thor "Uncle" is Lokis' Daughter?

- :0

- you weren't exactly subtle when it came to the few times the team and Loki butted heads

- "Dad, stop fighting my friends!" "They started it!"

- Meanwhile Sam over here like "Wow my crush is an actual Goddess"

- being half Frost Giant and half Asgardian came with perks, and one of those being that your body temp was always cold so Sam CLUNG to you during the hot summer days

- you and Sam were on the roof of the Hellicarrier when you confessed your feelings and out of excitement, Sam grabbed your face and kissed you

- spoiler alert: Loki also decided it was a perfect time to visit you

- so imagine your dad's surprise when he portals to Midgard to see his daughter and sees some mortal sucking her face off

- it was a very eventful and frightening evening for everyone, to say the least

- "Dad, I'm sixteen. I'm allowed to date" "that's like a fetus in Asgard. Come back to me when you're 500 and perhaps you can date"

- you dated anyway

- Sam didn't care that Loki is your dad, insisting he also wasn't afraid this bitch is terrified

- despite your differences, you do love your dad and he loves you, so you don't understand his hatred for Sam

- that was until Thor dropped the bomb

- as an Asgardian, you're immortal and Sam will eventually die. So Loki is terrified that one day you'll lose Sam and be left with nothing

- cue the mental breakdown

- "You did WHAT?!" "you weren't giving her answers, brother." "No but you've given her a crisis!"

- It was something Sam thought about from time to time but seeing you so heartbroken about it made him sad, and it kept you both distant

- Loki forced himself to talk to you, telling you to enjoy your time with Sam and if you wanted to one day - you could give up your immortality, if that's what you wanted

- after a long and much needed discussion, you came to Sam with the information. He felt bad that you'd have to surrender all that you were just to be with him, but you said:

"I'll still be who I am; I'll be the annoying magic girl who saved your ass"

- with a bonus of Loki admitting that Sam wasn't that bad he adored you two

- so like

- your dad is kinda fucked

- you just so happened to be the one who was somewhat sane

- you happened whilst your parents were casually dating, and while any other kid might want their parents to stay together, you were more than happy that your mom left

- your dad is Victor Von Doom and your mom? Hot asf Susan Storm

- Reed and Susan raised you away from him, and you inherited your own abilities from when Susan was caught in the storm in space

- you met Ava when the Fantastic Four visited SHIELD for some meeting, being the teenager dragging along because you've always admired your mom and dad's work

- Fury was eyeing you for your brains, considering bringing the matter up to Invincible Woman and Mr. Fantastic first

- after some debate, you were in and met White Tiger first and once she took off her mask, you were like "damn"

- "what?" "I-I mean, damn it's nice to be apart of the team"

- you both got along great, and she admired how smart you were and capable

- she asked you out and it had been a great few months, but you did receive a yell from Fury after he caught you two in the main tech area

- you weren't hiding it necessarily but it did shock her that you never told her, I mean, dudes number one for a reason

- "your dad is Doom?!" "Hes not my dad, he's my sperm donor - there's a difference"

- never in a million years did you consider Doom your dad. Reed raised you, and he called you his daughter from the moment you entered his life, so no - Victor Von Doom was not your dad

- she knew she touched a nerve, almost sounding accusatory, and apologized

- but she had no reason to, you reassured her, before giving her a kiss and asking if she wanted to come over for dinner to meet them

- she said yes :)

[ultimate-spiderman-stuff]

Could you do a spiderman x clumsy reader fic cuz like peter is carefree but his protective side shows with reader and how he cares with little things 🤗

•Peter would find it quite amusing about how clumsy you are but he will still be concerned about you.

•So like,the two of you would be on a walk together and focused on each other then you walked onto a pole. He would first go and see if you were ok then probably laugh at you (in a friendly way).

•If you were ok then he carried on with the day but kept on making sure you were alright.

•If you weren't then he instantly go to comfort you and fix you up.

•If it wasn't something he could help with he would still be by your side the whole time.

•Once you were up and going again he would be constantly pestering you to make sure you were ok until you would have to tell him to stop.

•But all the poor baby is trying to do is to help you but he just doesn't know when to quit.

•If it's something like constantly cutting yourself with a knife then he'll offer to do it for you but if you deny then he will get a little salty, but that's only because he knows that you would probably hurt yourself and there's something that he can do to stop it.

•But he still understands that you still want to do things for yourself and the truth is that even though he has spider powers, he's still clumsy as shit. So you will both need to patch each other up.

[mistresskayla-blog1]

A Start of Luminescence

Lyn's Writing Event 2024 Day 12 - Week 2

Characters: Ray Levine and Fem! Reader

May 12: Week 2: Canis Minor (small dog)

Characters: Ray Levine x fem reader

Fandom: Richard Armitage – Ray Levine – Stay Close

The Character of Ray Levine was created by Harlan Coben, adapted for television by Danny Brocklehurst and portrayed by Richard Armitage.

Warnings: fluff, sweetness, camera talk, potential romance, mild angst

Word count: 1.6k

            It was the evening of February 13th, nearly Valentines’ Day, Ray thought as he drove through the park road to his parking spot in the clearing. Tonight he would catch that constellation, the “small dog” on his new DLSR large lens a IS USM by Canon, with extra long shutter stop. You could adjust it manually and the aperture was off the charts for letting light in. It was well after dusk when he set up his tripod and pointed the camera skyward, making adjustments when he heard something rustle behind him. Ray turned, dropping his phone as you stepped up towards him.

            “Um, hey,” He smiled, swallowing as he saw you. You smiled back, “Hey. Sorry didn’t mean to bother you. Is this a good place to set up for Canis minor tonight?”

Ray quirked an eyebrow and looked skyward behind him, “That’s what they tell me,” smile, “So, you got the specs?”

You pulled out your Olympia camera and added a wide lens, bigger than his, “Yep all set. Do you mind if I set up over there?” you point deeper into the clearing.  Ray nods, “Yeah, I don’t own the field. Have at it”. He scratched his neck and just kind of puzzled watched you carry your gear about 20 feet away and set up.  Ray strolls over to you as you are setting up.

“That’s an impressive lens, the Sigma DG HSM?” Ray asked. You smile broadly, “Yes it is”. Ray whistles, “That a pricey lens, what’d that set you back?”

You shrug, “Not too bad, I got it from my friend, he, well, he doesn’t shoot anymore”, you looked down at the ground, shuffling in your camera bag. Ray gave you the pause, “I see, well it was nice of him,” You look up quickly, crouched on the ground, this guy was Really tall from this angle, and wildly attractive, like bad boy wild attractive.

“Sorry, I meant, well, he died,” You swallow back the thought. Ray crouched down to you, “Oh, I’m sorry. Are you alright?”

You bit back a tear, but found your lens cleaner and stood up, tightening the camera on the tripod and checking the angles through the lens, “yeah, yeah. Im fine”. Ray stood back up and looked at you like he wanted to offer a hug, but restrained himself.

Darkness continued to fall upon the field and trees behind you both, “well good luck then,” Ray said smiling friendly, and he walked back to his gear and got on his knees in front of the lens. You heard him curse a few times under his breath from the quiet of the night, and you giggled.

It was mid February in New Jersey. so even though the snow had melted from earlier in the week, it was still cold and the air was still, so nothing was moving, except you two. Ray blew into his hands and pulled his jacket tighter waiting. His sharp nose was starting to get pink on the end, and you giggled again, wearing warm gloves and an even warmer downed vest.

It was nearly 10 pm now, and you both were like eagles on a prey, heads on the cameras, eyes on the lens, waiting for the milky way to clear a bit so you could catch this constellation. Ray cursed again, and fumbled with his angles. You called out to him, “What’s wrong?”

Ray smiled over at you, as he tinkered, “Oh just an old tripod, the knob keeps slipping pulling my shot right out of alignment”. You smile, “That must be frustrating”.  He speaks back, “It is, very,” then to himself, “Though not as frustrating as wondering if I can ask you out for coffee after I don’t see this bloody thing”.

You heard him mumbling and kept an eye on your lens, “What? Did you say something?”

Ray looked over at you, away from his lens, “No, nope. I’m good”, he looked back in his lens, “That was close”, in a deeper voice.

“So what’s your name?” you asked him.

He answered, not looking away from his lens this time, “Ray. What’s yours?”

“y/n” you answered and shifted on your heels, trying to keep your feet warm as the chill set in further tonight. And then you caught a glimpse of a tail.

“Nice to meet you, y/n” Ray said, “After this, did you want to grab a hot cup of coffee or something?”

You blushed against your collar, which Ray couldn’t see in the dark and distance, “Um, sure,” you called back. Ray smiled, triumphantly.

You spotted that tail again, and followed up the run of stars, checked your notes and counted again. Looked at the perimeters on the Olympia and notated it on a little steno notebook in your bag.

Ray looked over, “Did you find something?”

“Ya, yes. I think so, I was just double checking”, you rattled off the coordinating angles to him and Ray readjusted his lens and angle, “Yep got her! Nice work!”  you beamed a bit, glad he couldn’t see it, “Thanks, got lucky”.  Ray mused, “That’s some luck, I’m glad you’re here to guide me, can I see it through your lens?” Ray strolled over and you stepped back, returning the question with a quiet, “sure”, as he leaned in towards your lens, inches from you.

“Wow, that is it, alright. Really, great work” Ray said. You could see it with the naked eye now, as you looked up to the sky, two sharp stars with an invisible line drawn between them making the formation. Two points meeting together, just like the two of you.

You could smell him then and feel the heat pouring over his leather jacket towards you. It was a subtle musky scent, like an aftershave, but he had raw stubble on his face, so you imagined he hadn’t shaved in a few days. He looked over at you then, closer than before. And smiled a weak little smile of interest, “What?” You spooked and cleared your throat, “Oh, nothing. I’ll just get my shots and then we can go, I’m wicked cold”. Ray stood straight then, “Yeah, sure of course”.

He walked back to his rig and snapped a few groupings, and then picked it up off his tripod and caught a few of you in your rig, as he walked closer to you. You stopped him with a hand up, “Hey, I didn’t say you could do that”. Ray stopped short, “Oh sorry, I forget about photographer ethics, we don’t like to be photographed”. He smirked and showed you his display, “See it was really a cool shot, I wouldn’t have”.  You looked at the display and your heart thumped, he had captured you beautifully with his aperture stop, “You know that’s not bad. Maybe you’ll have to give me your number so I can have one”. Ray nodded, “yeah, yeah of course. Come on, let’s go get that coffee.” You packed up your gear, and collapsed your tripod and walked back to your car with Ray at your heels. He was so tall, and just that kind of height that could be menacing if he wasn’t so attractive and personable. You wondered if he had a girlfriend and figured not because he was hitting on you. Either way, he was handsome, nice, single, and not a creep with a camera, so check, check, check? 

You followed him into the city and you both pulled into the late night diner, the only one left open after COVID shutdowns, and walked up together. Ray still had his camera slung across his chest. You stopped as he opened the door for you, “Do you carry it everywhere?”  Ray nodded, “Yeah I do, I might see something I want to capture”. You nodded, “Fair enough, even in here?”

Ray laughed, “Oh, yeah there is all manner of folks in here late night, it’s a wealth of characters”. Yu entered the hostess area, which was bereft of staff and Ray leaded you to a booth and sat down opposite you. A waitress meandered over and asked what you wanted to drink. Ray looked at you, “Two coffees please”. You nodded in acceptance, “You want cream?” the waitress asked. You nod, Ray shook his head. Ray set his camera gently on the table and shucked off his leather jackets showing a hoodie and flannel underneath. He rolled up half a sleeve and you saw his tattoos. Ok Now you were in trouble, he had bad boy sweetheart written all over him, literally. Another waitress came sauntering over and leaned against Ray’s side of the booth back, “Ray…” she drowled, “How are you?”  Ray smiled at her, “Christy, I am good, yeah. Thanks. This is y/n” he introduced you, she gave you an apprehensive glance and chewed her gum, “Ray, I wanted to ask you about that girl you knew, I think I saw her around again”, Christy said, leaning in more conspiratorially, “or you can tell me later”. Ray shook her off with his subtle head gesture and she went back to the server’s area. Ray fiddled with some sugar packets at the table, “Sorry about that, she’s pretty nosey”.

You smirked, “seems like she’s into you Ray”. Ray scoffed, “Oh, is that what that looks like?” He grinned at you, ignoring Christy who swooped by again trying to get his attention, “I’m well aware, she’s been after me for months. I’m not interested”. He kept his eye contact with you, “I might be persuaded to like someone else, however”. You acted the part and put your hand to your chest, “Mwah”. Ray chuckled, “Yep, that would be the one”. You both giggled as the other waitress set down the coffees and bowl of creamers. See looked at both of you, rolled her eyes and walked away.

(Just a little sweetness for you all.. Levine style)

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@scariusaquarius, @middleearthpixie @lathalea @evenstareedits @sweetestgbye @legolasbadass @riepu10

Lyn's Writing Event 2024 - just under the wire... midnight post.

[howlingchampion]

Headcanons for usm doc ock raising you

He’s patient, but DO NOT PUSH HIM

He loves you but will not hesitate to punish you if you disobey his orders (don’t touch lap equipment, don’t ask dumb questions on purpose, y’know)

If you see him all beat up from fights with Spider-Man, he’ll try to hide wounds and conditions, but he’s raised you to be smart…so you can be sure to see through his lies and how he ‘hides’ injuries or worries

BUT

If YOU were the one hurt, like you accidentally got in the way (Spider-Man wouldn’t just randomly attack you, you’re technically a civilian), he’d go berserk

He hates Osborne, and dislikes Spider-Man, but if either one lays a hand on you for whatever reason he is gone

Like, mama bear, gone

If you tell him to stop he probably would, after much convincing from you, but he would definitely never forgive nor forget the events

DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON YOUR PARENTS

Since the elements of him finding you, he has pieced together bits and pieces of your story and due to how your parents didn’t rescue you, he automatically assumes they were terrible

Even if they weee good people and possibly had something going on, he promises himself to quite honestly rip them apart if he ever meets your parents

[risingshards]

Me reading Marvel Ultimate comics turns into a tangent about Paul

I've been on a bit of a western comics kick lately and have been reading the new Ultimate Spider Man and Ultimate X Men series. I actually went to my local comic shop to get an issue! Fun! (Also meaning to get to the other new Ultimate series like Black Panther and uhh Ultimates? but ongoings are so expensive I gotta wait til they're cheaper) I've really been enjoying them! The last time I got into western comics was when House of X | Powers of X was going so I guess Hickman gets my attention a lot. Spider-Man raising kids with MJ and a heaping amount of trans allegory make USM a fun read, and Peach Momoko's X-Men is really unique and different.

But my recent curiosity has me looking up other ongoing comics and I've discovered this new character Paul in the other Spider-Man series who seems designed to be hated. (Now I'm not reading this one I'm getting this info secondhand so disclaimer I could be wrong about all of it).

Apparently after a time skip in that series (this is a different universe than USM) Peter and MJ are broken up and MJ is dating this dude. Fans HATE him. Just that as a character I could see, I've seen Spidey stuff where there's another guy MJ's with and Peter gets all angsty about that, but...this guy seems to be more than that? There's some backstory where he's the son of some evil scientist dimension guy and Paul apparently helped genocide a whole dimension? And the whole time the story is saying how he's better than Peter or something? This arc has been going on for years.

Is he a self insert, it would be kind of pathetic to have your coolguy date MJ and kind of hilarious. The author is said to be dealing with a divorce, so is this some like working through it kind of deal where the author is putting himself in Spider-Man's shoes and writing about how it feels to have his wife divorce him or something? That is...much sadder.

Like look at this fucking guy, he seems designed to be hated (and changes his design heavily every other page???). I giggle just looking at him, like what is going on with this guy.

I think the funniest answer would be that he's some kind of self insert gone horribly horribly wrong and they expected audiences to like this guy (let him get bitten by a spider and give him powers and his own spinoff in that case it'd be HILARIOUS), but my guess is that he's rage bait. Someone without a lot of thought put into them designed to make longtime readers that aren't going anywhere rage and talk about it.

The only mediums I've seen that actively rage bait their niche audiences so much are superhero comics and pro wrestling and the way they do it is very similar. It's as if they know the core audience isn't going anywhere so they think constantly pissing them off is the best way to keep engagement up in a "any reaction is a good reaction" type thing.

The comic Spidey fandom seems to really want MJ and Peter together, and Marvel comics folks seem to very much not want that, or think they make more money baiting people into thinking it's going to happen, which is like a wrestling company teasing a wrestler winning a title that the fans want to see happen only to pull the rug out from under them.

So it's interesting to compare the Ultimate series I'm reading which are really fun and rewarding, to one seemed actively designed to punish the reader.

The idea of writing something intended for the audience to disdain it is foreign to me. If I tried writing to piss my audience off, they'd just stop reading I think. But it is kind of morbidly fascinating to think about the process of having so much disdain for your audience that you'd write something like this. Like the mechanics of writing something designed to make people enraged is so antithetical to my writing (which at the very least starts with pleasing the audience of myself lol) that it becomes something fascinating, albeit in a "this is bad but I can't look away it's too funny" way.

[stuck-in-2012]

Just finished the thermoregulation fic, give it a read!

[kanohimineka]

LOOK AT THESE X MEN

So, I just want to talk some comic books, because some stuff is looking cool. But it requires some context.

So, near the start of the 2000's, a little book called Ultimate Spider Man came out. It was meant to be a reader friendly alternative to the main Spider Man comics that had been running since the 60's. You know, something a bit less overwhelming. It was mostly written by Brian Michael Bendis, and it ran up to 2015. It was a massive success, and it led Marvel to make many other "Ultimate" comics adapting many of their other characters, such as the Fantastic Four, the X Men, and the Avengers, rechristened the Ultimates. Many of these influenced their modern film counterparts, with USM inspiring much of the Sam Raimi Spidey films and the ASM films, and the Ultimates heavily influencing the MCU Avengers. However, in the 2010's, it started to peter out, the only real notable exception being the creation of Miles Morales, the second Spider Man. As such, in 2015, the universe was destroyed by the event Secret Wars (2015), written by one Jonathan Hickman.

Hickman got his start at Marvel working on some Nick Fury stuff, but really got his start when he began writing Fantastic Four, pushing it forward to new heights. In which, he introduced the character of The Maker, a corrupted evil version of the Ultimate Reed Richards (Mister Fantastic). From there, he began to write The Avengers, creating a grand multi year epic that all led up to the new Secret Wars, Marvel's closest equivalent to DC's many crises, where the multiverse was destroyed and reformed by Dr. Doom into Battleworld. After this event, the Ultimate universe (World 1610) was destroyed, and the main universe (World 616) was reformed, with a few changes (Such as bringing in Miles). From there, after a brief period of independence, he reformed the X Men into the Krakoan era with HoX and PoX, though he left that period to other creatives to focus on other things. Then eventually, he came back.

After a decent amount of teasing, Hickman began work to bring back the Ultimate Universe... kind of. Hickman brings back the Maker in this four issue mini to mess around with universe 6160, futzing with it to make his own epic universe. However, things don't go exactly to plan, but it doesn't really matter, because a new Ultimate universe comes back, with new characters like a young Iron Man and so on and so forth, introduced this month in the book "Ultimate Universe #1"

This book kicks off this grand new universe, but it will be flanked by others in the near future. Hickman himself is taking over Ultimate Spider Man, a story of an older, married Peter who gets his powers after living a longer life. Cool. There is also a Black Panther book. I don't have too much to say, but it does look neat. However, why we are here is for Peach Momoko's Ultimate X Men, which got a backup preview in Ultimate Universe.

This is a big book for Peach Momoko, a Japanese artist who was hired by Marvel as mainly a cover artist, but with some of her own works as well. It seems to focus on the character of Armor, one of the many mutants by Marvel, seeing her grow into a mutant in this universe. And it looks FUCKING SICK!

Again, it got some teaser images in Ultimate Universe, though it won't come out until next March. However, this brief look gives some interesting images that I'm just obsessed with.

I am obsessed with this seeming adolescent body horror approach. It feels right in line with this idea of younger mutants dealing with all these ideas in a new, cool looking way. The artstyle really helps it, since a lot of the given teasers are very dialogue light. It lets the art and the emotions therein shine.

It does, at least at the start, seem to focus on just a few dorks hanging out. They're both mutants by the way, the white haired kid is a character created for a cover by Peach Momoko, and she's getting integrated here.

Overall, it looks really promising. How will they integrate the actual X Men, who knows. But, I'm excited for this interesting take on this gaggle of mutants