#weirdly enough all the captain America movies in order

[kaylaschaoticrandomness]

Yes! I have shows too, but I love my movies <3

i'm just curious bc i'm watching How to Train Your Dragon and i always forget how happy and calm it makes me feel. i mean, i did name my cat after Toothless the dragon. but i also love Lion King, that's my Disney comfort movie. and my Ghibli comfort movie is Spirited Away. watching any of these when i'm in a foul mood or my anxiety is high always helps 🥰 but i watch them just for fun too, not only when i'm in a mood. what about you?

[jordluna]

You Meet Steve Rogers (Natasha x daughter!reader)

Summary: On a mission to rescue hostages, you end up meeting Captain America along the way. The daughter reader is 15. Since reader is in her teenage years she's pretty sassy and her and Nat have a kinda bitchy relationship but it's still sweet though.

"I have a mission with Steve to go on. I should be back in the morning so stay home, and don't do anything reckless while I'm gone." Natasha says while loading up guns on her cat suit as you sit on the couch of your apartment and binge the 100 on the T.V.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll stay here." You say while shoving a load full of popcorn in your mouth. You want her to leave badly so you can go onto the next season before the next day.

"Stay here and don't stay up late." She says firmly as you turn your back to face her to say one last remark.

"No mom, I'll go to the popular girl's party, get drunk, and hook up with the hottest dude I see." She rolls her eyes as she leaves the apartment, while you snicker to herself.

Just as your about to get up to make some more popcorn your phone rings from your hoodie. You pull it out,hoping one of your friends wants to chat with you so you won't be bored all night. Instead you see Director Fury's name on the screen.

You groan, as you swipe to answer it, knowing never to not answer Fury's calls.

"Was-sup Fury." You say while shutting off the T.V.

"Agent Romanoff, it's great to here from you again. Since you haven't showed up to Shield the past two weeks." Fury says not even trying to hid the annoyance in his voice.

"Two weeks already? Well I've been very busy with school work and all." You lie, as for the real reason you haven't shown up is because you were to busy binging The 100."Romanoff I think you must have forgotten you're on Spring break." You wince as you have totally forgotten.

"Shit." You mutter under your breathe. "Shit, indeed." Fury says back after a little bit of silence.

"So why'd you call me exactly?" You ask. "I need you as back up on your mother's and Steve's mission." He then explains their mission to you.

"So what do I have to do?" You ask annoyed that your all nighter is ruined, due to saving lives. "You, my least favorite Romanoff, have to collect Shield's intel on the ship. You can also kick some ass if needed." You sigh while putting on your cat suit and loading your weapons.

"Will do pirate dude." You say while leaving the apartment. "Also I'm so flattered to be your least favorite Romanoff."

"A car should be in the front of your house to escort you to the quinjet. You can jump off shortly after Natasha and Steve are already inside the ship."

"Sounds easy enough."

"Don't disappoint me y/n." You just sigh and end the call. You let your red hair down from the messy bun it was already in. Well time to do the dirty work.

*****

As you hide in the back of the ship you do what Fury instructed and waited for everyone to get off before you leave. Once you jump off you immediately start making your way to the to the control room to grab the data and go, hoping maybe just maybe you can finish one last episode before your mom comes home. Men immediately start running at you but you take out your dagger and slide towards them on your knees, slicing their thighs.

As they knell to the floor you stab them in the chest and make a break for the room. You think about using your guns tonight off the men in front of you but you know that's more of Natasha's thing than yours. Plus the guns would be to loud and you don't want to bump into anyone you know on the mission.

So instead you just do the simple hand to hand combat and leave without a single bruising or scratch as usual while the guys are wailing in pain on the ground.

"Sorry about that, but to be fair you did ruin my movie night." You say with a sinister smile.

*****

Steve moves around the ship looking for the rest of the hostages when he sees pirates injured on the ground. He immediately thinks it's Natasha since there is no there person that can fight without some sort of weapon as good as her. Let alone lave five men unconscious on the ground. As he walks closer he sees two more injured guys on the ground with what appear to be stab wounds.

"Nat, I didn't know you had an interest in knives." Steve says into his ear piece. Natasha is confused by his statement wondering what he is talking about. It then hits her. You were here.

"I'm not." She simply says as Steve is now also more confused.

*****

As you enter the control room you immediately put the hard drive in and start collecting whatever you can. Just then something comes crashing through the door with some unconscious guy underneath him.

"Hey Rogers." You say with a small smirk on your face, recognizing the man as Captain America.

"Who are you and what are you doing?" He says sternly as he pushes you back into the wall, harshly, putting his shield up to your collar bone so you couldn't escape. However you showed no fear in your eyes as you weren't even scared, just irritated that you're still in this room.

"Damn, is this how people introduced themselves in the forties? I'm here on Director Fury's orders."

"To collect Shield intel?"

"Why are you asking if you obviously already know." You say.

"Who are you?" He says firmly looking for an answer.

"Name's y/n. I would ask for your name but I already know because of the whole being a popsicle in a freezer for 97 years."

"You knocked all those guards out there?" He says looking down at the bloody knife in your holster. You just nod quickly hoping to get out of here before your mother finds you and grounds you for life.

"Why would Fury send a 14 year old girl out here?" Ok, now your annoyed with the interrogation.

"I'm 15 Cap. Get your facts strait before spitting them out." He most likely annoyed to as he's pushing you a little more further against the wall. Just as your about to grab the knife and stab him the thigh a familiar voice fills the room.

"Let her go Steve." Natasha says as he releases the pressure on your collar bone. As he moves out of the way you see the one person you've been planning on avoiding this entire mission. Natasha gives you the deadliest glare you've ever seen her give you. You tense for a second but let your muscles relax knowing this isn't the time to be a wimp.

"Hey-" She immediately cuts you off."Я сказал тебе оставаться дома." She's yelling to you in Russian, that's not good. (I told you to stay home.)

"Я знаю, но Фьюри сказал, что тебе нужна помощь.There for here I am." You say trying to reason with her as Steve just watches you guys very confused. (I know, but Fury said you needed back up.) She takes the hard drive out and throws it to you. You catch it and immediately put it in your pocket."Фьюри твоя мать? Нет, я." (Is Fury your mother? No, I am.) You sigh in defeat.

"Can I say something?" Steve says loudly.

"Shut it star spangled capris." You say as he is clearly taken aback.  All of a sudden a grenade is thrown at you by the unconscious guy but Steve uses his shield to knock it away. He grabs the you and your mother and crash into a window. Smoke fills the air as you chuckle slightly at the look on Steve's face when you mocked him. However Steve and Natasha just look at you weirdly and your face goes back to its stern expression.

  ******

You, Natasha, and Steve stand in front Fury's desk in Shield's headquarters. As he stares at you three without saying anything you try to avoid eye contact and just tap the floor with your boot.

"Why would you send a child out on our mission without telling me?" Steve says interrupting the silence.

"Cap did you see the results of putting her on the field? Her mission was to collect Shield intel, and she did it with even getting a few of our foes hurt." Fury responds with and you look at your mother and see a smirk on her face, which makes you feel even more accomplished.

"People could have gotten killed and hurt." Steve says.

"I believe Fury sent the best assassins and super soldier to make sure that didn't happen." Natasha says as you nod your head agreeing.

"The kid could have gotten hurt!"

"Agent y/n Romanoff, is one of the best junior agents, Shield has ever seen. She doesn't get hurt easily." You see the shocked look on Steve's face, mixed with confusion. You, Fury, and Natasha try your best not to laugh as Steve's mouth is practically wide open.

"You better close your mouth before a fly goes in." You say as Steve moves his head looking at you, then Natasha, then back at you. He slowly starts to notice how similar you two are.

"Oh, yeah. I have a daughter." Natasha says as if she just accidentally forgot to mention it before.

"Oh hell no. I'm dreaming." Steve says raising his arms up and starts to leave the room.

"I can assure you that I'm very much real." You say laughing.

I enjoyed making this one a lot. I also just love writing sassy y/n. Sorry if Russian is wrong I'm so sorry I just used google translate. Also I might move to tumblr idk. Next story will be You're okay!

[myforeverforlife]

familiar stranger (part two).

After losing the past six years of your life, nothing has been normal. But with the help of loved ones, you’ve been reacquainting yourself with your life, piece by piece. After your first visit with your therapist, you decide to reach out to the one person who would know you better than you know yourself: your husband. 

Trigger warning: Mentions of depression, panic attack

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If there was one thing were still confident about, it was your ability to cook. Although maneuvering your everyday surroundings proved to be a challenge, being in the kitchen was as familiar to you as the back of your hand. Minseok had even watched in awe from the kitchen island as you flitted back and forth, hands just as dexterous as ever. While your mind had forgotten, your hands had managed to remember.

After managing to shoo Minseok out of the apartment and clean up the kitchen, the butterflies began to set in. They had gone almost unnoticed while you cooked, all of your attention focused on making sure the food tasted good instead of melting down at the thought of tonight. But now in the silence of Minseok’s apartment, there was nothing left but to wait for Jongdae.

You rushed over to the restroom, fixing any hairs that were out of place. Even though were sure that as your husband, Jongdae had seen you in worse states of dress, you still wanted to at least try to look like you had everything together.

A muted knock could be heard at the front door, the bobby pin in your hand slipping onto the floor as you flinched in surprise. “Crap,” you muttered to yourself. You picked the pin up and left it behind on the counter, your hair now the least important thing on your mind.

As you neared the door, you tried to take even, steady breaths like Dr. Suh had advised. Undoing the lock, you slowly eased the door open, peeking out from behind. “Hi, Jongdae.”

Jongdae greeted you with a bashful smile, one hand coming up to briefly touch the shell of his ear. “Hi. Am I too early?”

“No, you’re right on time! Come in.” You stepped back to let him in, closing the door after him.

As he slipped off his shoes, Jongdae brought his other hand out from behind his back, revealing a small bouquet, purple flowers interspersed with smaller blossoms of white. “Oh, I brought flowers.” He held it out to you, an awkward bit of laughter falling from his lips.

Immediately, you gasped in surprise, giving Jongdae a small thank you as you gingerly lifted it out of his hand. “Lavender! My favorite,” you cooed as you breathed in the bouquet of flowers. You took a closer look at the smaller flowers. “What are the other flowers?”

“Jasmine.” Jongdae watched you with a knowing smile, only looking away for a second as he slipped on the extra pair of house slippers by the door. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it! Thank you, really.” With another appreciative sniff, you gestured over to the kitchen. “Are you okay with fish?”

“Fish sounds great, I’m starving.” Jongdae followed after you while you looked for a vase to drop the flowers in.

You paused, eyes wide to look at Jongdae over your shoulder. “Do you have any allergies?”

“Nah, I’ll eat almost anything. Do you need help?”

“I’m fine, but thanks! Dinner’s already made, I just need to plate it.”

Jongdae shifted uncertainly from foot to foot, wanting to help out, yet knowing that you were more than capable. He wasn’t necessarily bad at cooking, but compared to you who did this for a living, his dishes seemed fairly basic.

The two of you sat down at the table, the new vase of flowers set in the middle. “Thanks for cooking,” said Jongdae. “Seriously, you didn’t have to go to all this trouble.”

“It wasn’t any trouble at all! I just hope you like it.”

Without any hesitation, Jongdae took a bite of his food, humming in content as his face lit up. “This is really good, Y/N! Seriously,” he added upon seeing your skeptical glance.

“You don’t have to overreact,” you teased, digging into your own food. You were pleased to find that Jongdae hadn’t been wrong ⁠— to be honest, this was pretty delicious. In the midst of your self-critique, you completely missed how the corners of Jongdae’s mouth curled up in a grin. “You know, this is the most I’ve felt like, well ‘me’ all week. Weirdly enough, I feel more like myself when I’m cooking.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” he spoke up after a couple of bites. “I know it’s been hard on you.”

You shrugged. “It hasn’t been too bad,” you replied unconvincingly, voice trailing off at the end.

Jongdae put his fork down, one hand about to reach out to you before he stopped himself. Although you looked exactly the same as you did a week ago, everything was different now. He couldn’t expect to be able to hold you, to comfort you the way he always had. “I’m sorry,” he consoled you.

Shaking your head, you tried to stop the pricking of tears in your eyes. “I can’t imagine its been easy for you too. I mean, to have something like this sprung upon you out of the blue, it’s insane. Sometimes I still feel like I’m not fully awake yet.”

Jongdae hummed in agreement. “I feel like that too, sometimes. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“You’ve already been really helpful to me.”

“I have?” Jongdae’s eyebrows lifted dramatically, drawing a small giggle from you.

“You stayed with me in the hospital, and you even brought some of my things over here. And you came over today too.”

“Y/N, that’s nothing. I would have done those for you, regardless.” Jongdae’s voice had taken on a more serious tone, eyes shining with an unspoken warmth.

“Because you’re my husband?” Your gaze dropped down to your left hand, still ring-less. You didn’t miss how Jongdae’s eyes followed yours as well, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“Because I care about you. No matter whether you remember me or not.”

You sighed, shoulders slumping. “You’re too sweet. How did I ever find someone like you?”

Jongdae laughed aloud, even as his cheeks turned pink and he tried to hide his smile. “Thanks, but I think I’m the one who’s lucky here.”

“As weird as this sounds, this feels like a first date to me.” Now you were the one to become a flushed, embarrassed mess.

“I guess it kind of is.”

Dinner completely forgotten, the two of you shared giggles over the absurdity of it all. A first date with someone you were already married to? It was practically unheard of.

“Where was our first date?” you asked, chin resting on the heel of your hand as you leaned forward.

Jongdae’s face took on a far-off look, as if he could see it all right there before him. “We went to go see ‘The Winter Soldier’ together.”

“Who?”

“The second Captain America movie. Wait.” Jongdae’s mouth fell open in horror. “You don’t remember it. Oh my god, you don’t remember any of the Marvel movies since then.”

“How many have there been?” you asked, stupefied as to why he was making such a big deal out of this. “Isn’t Iron Man the only one everyone cares about in Marvel?”

Jongdae leaned back in his chair, resting his hands behind his head. “Wow. This is surreal, holy crap. You need to watch the rest of the movies. Like, now.”

“Now? Can it wait until after dinner?”

“Oh.” Jongdae had already jumped up from his seat, ready to pop in a DVD until you stopped him. “You’re right,” he added sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck. He sat down, quickly getting over his embarrassment as he gave you the basic rundown of what had happened to the Marvel universe in 6 years. To be honest, you didn’t know who half of these superheroes were, but it was cute to see how Jongdae was geeking out about them.

In the midst of Jongdae giving you the basic rundown of “The Winter Soldier”, you frowned in confusion. “Wait, I don’t get it. Why is Spiderman here? I thought Tobey Maguire was Spiderman. Did they bring him back?” Your eyes widened. “Oh, wait! They made a new one with that one guy! Uh... Andrew Garfield? The British guy, right?”

Jongdae snorted, covering his mouth with a napkin. “Well, I mean, he is British. But no, this one is played by Tom Holland.”

“Who?”

“Another British guy. But trust me, you’re gonna love him.”

And as unorthodox as it was, Jongdae decided that instead of watching the Marvel movies in order, you two would start off with Spiderman: Homecoming. Of course, you were extremely confused as you sat watching it beside Jongdae on the couch, but he had been right ⁠— you loved this kid.

“I think he’s my favorite Spiderman,” you whispered as you leaned closer, shoulder brushing against Jongdae’s.

He chuckled softly, crossing his feet underneath him, socks rubbing against the couch. “You’ve said this before too.”

“Good. I didn’t think I’d be this interested. Is there another one?”

“Yeah, it came out this year. But Disney and Sony had some sort of contract conflict, so there’s no more Spiderman movies lined up.”

You gasped, and Jongdae barely fought back a laugh at your reaction. “No way! When did this happen?!”

“Pretty recently. A lot of people are pissed about it.”

“I’m pissed, and I just found out!”

At that moment, Minseok walked back in to see you completely dumbfounded and staring wide-eyed at the screen while Jongdae was still trying, and failing, to hide his giggles. “Alright, what did you do?” he yelled out.

“Min! Disney killed Spiderman!”

Jongdae was literally hunched over at this point, shoulders shaking with heaving laughter.

You scowled at him, reaching out to tickle his neck, Jongdae yelping in surprise. “Hey, this isn’t funny! I just found out about this, and of course Disney had to ruin it.”

It only took Minseok one glance at the TV to understand what you were talking about. “Really, Dae? You know how worked up she gets about Spiderman.”

“No regrets,” Jongdae choked out, wiping tears from his eyes with a last chuckle.

Minseok walked over to the TV, crouching down with one finger outstretched towards the DVD player. Immediately, you and Jongdae both shouted out in protest, Minseok flinching back as if he had burned. “What?!”

“You can’t stop it now! Tom Holland doesn’t even know who Vulture is!” Jongdae protested.

“I don’t even know who the Vulture is,” you piped in.

Rolling his eyes, Minseok stomped over to the couch, taking the empty spot on your other side. Soon enough, all three of you were fully immersed in the movie. And of course, when it was finally revealed who the villain really was, Minseok and Jongdae shared a high-five behind your back as you gasped loudly in shock.

But much too soon for all of you, the movie came to an end, and the three of you were reminded of how late it had gotten. Minseok yawned, stretching both arms out above his head. “I’m gonna go shower and head to bed.” He poked your cheek as he got up, along with a playful tug to Jongdae’s.

“Thanks for having me over,” Jongdae spoke up quietly, more to you than to Minseok.

“Of course. Thanks for enlightening me on the entirety of the MCU.” You had learned a lot more about superheroes in the last couple of hours than you had ever thought you would.

Minseok slipped away, proud of giving you two some alone time again while Jongdae shook his head with a smile. “It was nothing ⁠— especially since I got to see your reaction all over again.”

“Was it the same as last time?”

“Hmm, maybe better? You weren’t this worked up in the movie theatre.”

“Have we seen all of the Marvel movies in the theatre?”

“I think so. We might have missed a couple, but we have a pretty good track record.”

You thought for a second, fingers playing absentmindedly with a hole in your jeans. “Will you watch them with me again? Since I don’t remember?”

Jongdae was speechless, brows raising before he was beaming with that ever-radiant smile. “Of course! Just give me a call whenever you want, and I’ll come over.”

“That sounds good,” you replied softly, thinking back to the way both of you had been sitting side by side, sharing in the laughter brought on by a simple movie. “I’d really like that.”

Jongdae’s eyes had softened as well, knowing all too well what you were thinking. He had been with you for five years, after all. He reached out, hand initially going to cradle your cheek until he remembered that this was all still scarily new to you. Jongdae paused before poking your cheek mischievously like Minseok had. “I’ll see you around, then.” He got up to stretch, his hands high above his head as he yawned. “I should head home.”

You caught a glimpse of his stomach before looking away, clearing your throat as you got up. “Do you want to take some leftovers?” In your usual fashion, you had made more than enough servings than needed.

“Can I really?” Jongdae looked like an eager puppy, even in his tired state.

“Of course!” You went to search for some tupperware to put the food in while Jongdae looked for his jacket. He found it in a wrinkled lump on the floor, probably from having slipped off the couch earlier. As he picked it up, he noticed a few picture frames perched on the coffee table close by. One was of you and Minseok as children, wearing swimsuits and walking hand in hand as you played at the beach. Another held a family photo of your wedding day, you and Jongdae seated side by side with countless family members from both sides surrounding you. Jongdae picked up the frame, a thumb running over your face as he thought back to that unforgettable day.

You peered out from the kitchen, the silence in the living room making you curious. When you saw what Jongdae was looking at, you came over to look as well. “Minseok put those out,” you said. “He thought they might help me remember something.”

Jongdae turned around, half embarrassed at being caught, and oddly enough, a bit guilty as well. He placed the frame back down, hand much more unsteady than before. “Have you? Do you remember anything?”

Now you were the one freezing up with guilt. No matter how many times you thought about what Dr. Suh had shared with you at your first session, it was still hard to keep that ugly voice back at bay. That same voice came to haunt you in the dead of night, at your lowest when you were made even more aware of how alone you felt. Almost imperceptibly, you shook your head, unable to look Jongdae in the eye. “No, I haven’t.”

Jongdae couldn’t help the uncomfortable tightening in his chest, like all of the air had been sucked out of the room. It wasn’t your fault, and he knew that, truly he did. But it still hurt to know that while the two of you were making progress in the present, there was still work to be done on your shared past. “Do you want me to send you some pictures I have back at home? I don’t know what Minseok’s showed you already, but we’ve got a bunch of pictures and videos saved on the computers.”

“Really?” Minseok had done his best to fill you in on the missing years, even reviving his long-abandoned Facebook account to show you pictures that had been uploaded to the website. However, most of them had been of you and Jongdae from a third perspective. “I’d really appreciate that.”

Jongdae tried his best to put on a bright smile, and while you only had a week’s worth of memories of him, you could still detect the slight sadness lingering on his face. “I’ll email them to you, or something.”

He left soon afterwards, bidding you a soft good night while you told him to drive safely. Now alone in the living room, you were reminded of how much life the room had held not even an hour earlier. You had caught a glimpse of what married life must have been like: playful conversations across the dinner table and on the couch, sweet smiles exchanged here and there.

Switching the lights off and plunging the room into darkness, you walked towards your room, passing your bouquet of flowers that Jongdae had brought over. 

“The search for the perfect mattress continues. Mattress number 15.”

“Dae, stop. Vlogging isn’t your thing. And this is only like the fifth mattress we’ve seen.”

A loud gasp. “Hey, don’t kill my vlogging career before it even starts.”

The camera was lifted, showing an unfamiliar version of yourself perched on the edge of a bare mattress. Other shoppers walked back and forth behind you, each one on their own search for a mattress in the store. You shook your head with a smile at Jongdae’s silliness, even as he stifled his laughter from behind the camera.

“Well? How’s this one?” he asked.

You fell back against the mattress, hair splayed out beneath you as you closed your eyes. “Hmm,” you thought, rolling onto your side. “I like it. Come try it out, Dae.”

With a grunt, Jongdae flopped onto the bed beside you, the camera view going blurry for a few seconds. When it finally refocused, it was on your face once more, your eyes still closed as you faced Jongdae. “Ooh. I like this one,” he said.

Opening your eyes, you quirked an eyebrow. “You’ve been saying that about all of the mattresses.”

“Because it’s true!”

“You can’t like all of them, you need to pick one!” Now you were giggling, and Jongdae’s hand came into view, going over your shoulder and pulling you closer to him. The camera wasn’t even filming you anymore, only picking up footage of people’s feet walking across the wooden floor of the store.

“Grown-up shopping is hard,” Jongdae said.

“Wait until we get to the big stuff, like a refrigerator.”

Jongdae groaned. “Why are there so many kinds out there? Is there really someone out there who really needs a touchscreen on their fridge?”

“Shh, I’m sleeping,” you mumbled.

“You can’t sleep in the store.”

“Stop bothering me and go back to your vlogging,” you teased back.

“Oh crap.” The camera lifted once more before turning off, the screen going black.

In the present, you stared at your laptop screen, face reflected back to you in the blank square of the video player.

Jongdae had followed through with his promise, sending you email upon email of videos and pictures from the past six years. He had even brought your laptop over so that you could go through the ones you had saved as well. Thankfully, you remembered your laptop password ⁠— but only because you used the same five passwords on rotation. Good for your amnesiac brain, not so good when it came to potentially getting hacked. You had made a mental note to change the password later.  

For the past hour or so, it had been nothing but constant searching through files and emails. Nothing had managed to bring back any recollection of your missing memories, but you were still hopeful. A lot of the videos were taken by Jongdae, tiny snippets of your daily lives like the playful shopping trip you had just finished watching.

You clicked the video player closed, bringing up a file of clips on your laptop. Luckily, it seemed like all of your videos and pictures had been meticulously organized into files based on year, and then month. You had started off by looking at things in chronological order, but you were steadily growing tired and wanted to watch something that would have more meaning to you. Or rather, you if you could remember it.

Based off of what Minseok and Jongdae had said, you had gotten married in 2016. You clicked on the folder, going through each month until you finally found it ⁠— another file labeled “Wedding Day”.

You clicked on it, surprised to see how much content was inside. Immediately, you clicked on the first picture, one of you and Jongdae standing side by side. Jongdae had one arm around you, smiling down at you while you were busy fixing his tie. The next picture was of you, glancing over your shoulder with a smile while Jongdae spread out the fabric of your train. Your hand came up to trace the line of your dress through the screen. And yet still nothing, no spark of recollection.

Picture by picture, you made it through most of the content in the folder until reaching a video. Your hand paused on the mouse pad as the title caught your eye — “Wedding Vows”. With bated breath, you considered ignoring it and continuing your search for a less emotional video. But at the same time, you wondered if this would be the one to break through the block in your memories.

Upon first click, the camera was focused on you and Jongdae standing only a few feet away, both of you hand in hand. Your back was to the camera, while Jongdae stared at you with tears gathering in his eyes.

“Sweet Y/N, I am truly the luckiest person in the world because I have you in my life,” Jongdae spoke. “You keep me grounded, keep me from leaping before I think. But more than that, I’m thankful for your everlasting kindness. I’ve never met anyone who had a heart half as generous, as selfless, as beautiful as yours. You light up my day ⁠— you have ever since we first met. You’re also the stars in my night sky, watching over me even from afar. I still can’t believe that I get to be yours. I love you, forever and ever.”

Although you couldn’t see your face from this angle, you could see how your hand came up to wipe away Jongdae’s tears. It lingered on his cheek, and Jongdae closed his eyes, letting his face rest in your hand until you pulled it away.

You cleared your throat, and even through the video, you knew that your legs must have been shaking like crazy. “I love you, darling Jongdae.” You paused the video, struck by the sweet endearment you had given your husband. “Darling,” you repeated to yourself, the word surprisingly not as foreign to you as you expected.

“I love how full of life you are, how you always know exactly what to say. You encourage me to try new things, to take the risk. With you by my side, I’m never afraid. I love getting to be the one to fall asleep and wake up by your side, to comfort you when you’re feeling down and know that you’ll do the same for me. I’m so thankful for your everlasting support. You have been the light in some of my darkest nights, and I want to be the same for you. You have a heart of gold, and I will treasure it for the rest of my life.”

Someone in the video sniffled, and you watched as Jongdae kissed your forehead with a smile, even with your veil in the way. The video ended, and you searched for more clips of the day.

You watched as the next one showed you and Jongdae slipping your wedding rings on, and then Jongdae lifting your veil. He wiped at your cheeks with his thumb, whispering something that you couldn’t hear. The crowd in the video cheered as both of you kissed, your hands at the nape of Jongdae’s neck while he held you close to him in his arms. When you finally separated, you pressed another kiss to the tip of Jongdae’s nose, the two of you giggling to yourselves.

There were videos of the two of you dancing, of laughter over shared secrets as the night wore on. When the last video ended, you were left stunned, but thankfully with more answers than questions.

There was no doubt that you had loved Jongdae ⁠— you had even been able to tell after your dinner together. But seeing these videos gave you visible proof that you had been happy with him. It was hard to imagine you being unhappy with him, especially as you peeled back the layers in both your personality and his. Jongdae practically radiated joy, and this joy was extremely infectious.

But did you love Jongdae now? Could you ever love him the same way you once had?

Sliding your laptop off of your lap, you got up from where you had been sitting on your bed. Your wedding ring lay in the back of a drawer, still in the bag you had received from the hospital. Slowly, you took the ring out, gauging yourself every so often for some sort of natural instinct ⁠— an impulse to put the ring on. But just like the other time you had tried to put it on, you couldn’t bring yourself to actually do it. There was still no immediate reaction, nothing that told you that putting on this ring was just as normal as brushing your teeth everyday.

You sighed, shoving the ring back into the bag and slamming the drawer closed. Why weren’t you remembering things? You had waited as patiently as you could, always keeping in mind that it might take a while for your memories to come back. Now, you were forced to revisit the fact that maybe, your memories were lost forever. It seemed more and more likely that you would spend the rest of your life with a six-year gap in your mind.

You were terrified of mentioning this to Jongdae and the rest of your family. They were all confident that everything would turn out fine, that you would eventually have all of your memories back. If you didn’t make any progress, you would feel like you had let everybody down.

Dr. Suh was able to pick up on this during your next session, although it took some careful prying and a lot of patience before you opened up to her.

“I still think that it’s too soon to give up,” she said. “It hasn’t been a month since your accident and your mind will likely need more time to fully recover from the trauma. But,” her eyes softened, “Even if your memories don’t return, that has nothing to do with you or your efforts.”

“But I feel like I should have had remembered something by now. I keep looking through old pictures and asking Minseok and Jongdae about things. Nothing brings back even the tiniest bit of a memory. What do I do if I never get any of them back?”

Dr. Suh reached over to her desk, grabbing a folder and looking through the contents. “I was doing some research. There’s a man in America named Scott Bolzan who lost 46 years of memories — quite literally his entire life at the time.”

“His entire life?” you repeated.

“Everything. He couldn’t remember meeting his wife, having children. He even forgot what the concept of a birthday was.”

“That sounds horrible.” You thought it was bad enough to have no recollection of the past six years, but 46 years? Compared to this man, you had it lucky.

“It definitely seemed like it. He and his wife tried the same tactics that you’ve been using: looking through old pictures, talking about things that happened in the past. But no matter what they tried, nothing came back.”

“Is he okay now?” You were practically on the edge of your seat, praying for a happy ending for this man.

“He still doesn’t remember anything from before his accident, but he’s been happy living with his wife and family. He even wrote a book about his experience.”

“But he’s okay with that? With not knowing who he was before?”

Dr. Suh tapped the tip of her pen against her leg as she thought. “I believe he’s come to terms with what’s happened, and has made the most of his condition. That’s not to say that he isn’t happy — he’s said that he fell in love with his wife all over again. He cares about his children, and loves them like he did before. It was a hard and taxing journey to get to that point, but he’s thankful for having made all of this progress. Of course, I’m sure if he had the chance, he would want all of his memories back. But he didn’t give up on living his best life, even after he knew that he would never be the same person he once was.”

You picked up on what Dr. Suh was hinting at, but that was easier said than done. It was hard to imagine yourself being okay with the way you were now, your mind a blank slate and relying on everyone else to fill it in. “I’m still scared. I’m terrified to go around for the rest of my life with a huge chunk of me just missing, the part of what makes me, me.”

“But you’re still here ⁠— your personality, your current thoughts and beliefs. Even if you don’t have your past with you, that doesn’t mean that you can’t continue to live now, in the present. I can’t promise you that it’ll be smooth sailing from here on out, but I want you to try also focusing on what’s here now, instead of focusing only on what you may have lost in the past.” Upon seeing your hesitation, Dr. Suh gave you a knowing smile. “I’m not saying that you have to give up on trying to regain your memories, but I don’t want you to become so fixated on the past that you lose sight of what’s important to you now. It’s a blessing that you weren’t more seriously injured in your accident, and I know that this seems like the end of the world, but you still have so much out there ahead of you. You are the writer of your own life story, Y/N. I want you to be happy with yourself, with your life.”

Feeling a wave of emotion starting to well up inside of you, you took in a shaky breath before managing a tiny nod in agreement. “I’ll try.” Your throat felt dry all of a sudden, parched mouth making it hard to speak. “Do you have any water?” you rasped out.

The therapist got up from her seat, heading across the room until you couldn’t see her, a wall blocking your vision. She returned, water bottle in hand and held it out to you, lid already uncapped.

Barely managing to get out a thanks, you took the bottle from her hand, only taking a few short sips in between trembling gasps of air. You let the bottle rest in your lap as your closed your eyes, trying as best as you could to calm down.  

“Take deep, slow breaths,” you heard Dr. Suh say from beside you. She counted as you breathed in, numbers a flowing mantra to your ears. Dr. Suh waited until it seemed like you had calmed down, no longer gasping for air but taking steady, calming breaths to self-sooth. “Are you feeling better?” she asked.

Opening your eyes, you were surprised to see her crouched beside you, still a respectable distance away, but close enough to be of support. You nodded, all too aware of the perspiration lingering on your skin, how the dread that had filled you up minutes ago was now slipping away. “Yeah, thank you.”

Dr. Suh took her seat again, watching you carefully until it seemed like you truly were feeling better. “Do you have any exciting plans coming up soon?” she asked by way of distraction.

“Umm, well, I’ve made plans to meet up with some friends. I asked Jongdae to come with me.”

“Are they friends that you remember?”

“I remember Kyungsoo really well since we went to culinary school together, but I only know a little bit about Baekhyun. Jongdae told me that we kept in touch with them often though.”

“That’s good. How do you feel around Jongdae now?”

“I feel more comfortable around him. I asked him over for dinner and we ended up watching a movie too. I can see why I liked him so much. I feel safe and happy around him.”

“I’m glad to hear you say that. You do seem a lot happier than the last time we met.” Dr. Suh glanced at the clock. “Is there anything else you wanted to talk about?”

Your eyes fell to your ring finger, thoughts going back to the times you had tried to put the ring back on, without success. “I feel guilty about not wearing my ring. Jongdae doesn’t ask about it, and I haven’t said anything, but I know that he notices. I just feel weird about wearing it, it’s just strange to think of it being my ring.”

“And that’s completely fine. You’re getting to know who he is, who you are. It would be unfair of anyone to expect you to wear the ring if you felt uncomfortable about it. This is your decision to make. Take your time, there’s no rush. If or when you feel ready to wear it again, you’ll know.”

“What if I’m never ready though?”

“That’s fine as well. You don’t have to justify the way you feel about this, Y/N. The ones who care about you, who love you will understand this as well. Even if you decide that the life that you had before isn’t the one that you want to live now, the people who support you will be there every step of the way.”

“Even Jongdae?”

Dr. Suh nodded, no trace of deception in her smile. “Even Jongdae,” she answered, genuine in her response.

Even more surprising was the fact that you knew this to be true. You might have still been learning about Jongdae, but everything about him screamed sincerity. You nodded in agreement, feeling slightly better. Standing up to leave, you gathered your purse and jacket. “Thank you. I’ll see you again next week.”

“Y/N?” Dr. Suh called out as you reached the door. “It’s not selfish to want to be happy.”

You hesitated before nodding once more, murmuring a soft goodbye as you left.

As you waited at the bus stop, you ruminated over Dr. Suh’s last words. You had been feeling better with each passing day, but still incomplete. Perhaps it was time to stop waiting for happiness to come to you, but to search it out instead. 

“Are you sure we’ll get there in time?”

Jongdae bit down on his bottom lip as he stared at the traffic ahead. “I hope so. I forgot how busy this road gets, even on a Tuesday.”

Currently, the two of you were on your way to meet up with Kyungsoo and Baekhyun at a cafe to catch up. You hadn’t had much contact with either of them since leaving the hospital, but you remembered that they had sent a bouquet of flowers once they found out you were staying with Minseok. Kyungsoo’s writing was the same as always: right to the point, letters written out in an elegant script. Baekhyun was much more effervescent in his writing, many exclamation points peppered here and there. Other than that, they had given you space until you reached out to them. It was through this simple act that you knew they really understood you and your need for time to heal, something you appreciated deeply.  

“I can text them and tell them we’re running late,” you offered.

Jongdae sent you a grateful smile, hands still tensed over the steering wheel. “Thanks.”

Baekhyun replied right away, assuring you that it would be fine — Kyungsoo was still weighing the merits of every drink and dessert on the menu and taking forever to order.

You and Jongdae both laughed over this, such a particular trait of Kyungsoo’s. Although you and Kyungsoo were both culinary experts, he took his job much more seriously and was constantly on the hunt for the best of the best.

“Kyungsoo seems just like I remember him,” you said with a giggle.

“Food obsessed? Yep, that’s him. And you, to a similar extent,” Jongdae replied with a grin.

“Me? When?”

“We went out for a fancy dinner when you got hired at April & Flower a long time ago. There was this strawberry matcha cheesecake that you fell in love with, and you tried recreating it for like a month.”

Your mouth watered at the mention of this heavenly dessert. “Was I able to?”

“Yeah, I mean I thought it was practically spot on, but you were convinced that something was missing. Although that didn’t stop me from begging you to make it every once in a while,” Jongdae joked.

“God, please tell me I saved a recipe.”

Jongdae gasped aloud, making you flinch in your seat. “Holy crap, I can’t believe I forgot.”

“Forgot what?”

“Your cookbook.” Jongdae was still wide-eyed, mouth open in surprise at whatever he had just realized.

“I have a cookbook?! Like Martha Stewart or something?”

This snapped Jongdae out of his reverie with a burst of laughter, his lips turning upwards as he chuckled. “No, although I think yours is better. You have this huge notebook of recipes you’ve written down. I mean, you only started writing in it a couple of years ago, but there’s a bunch of recipes in there. I can’t believe I forgot about it.”

“Well, if it makes you feel better, I forgot about it too.”

Jongdae shook his head with a smile. “Ever the comedian. Maybe the cookbook will help you out. Do you want me to drop it off sometime?”

You shrugged, glancing at the clock on the car console. There was no telling how long you guys would be out with Kyungsoo and Baekhyun, and you felt bad about making Jongdae come over just to drop off one thing. “Is it okay if I come over to pick it up today? Since we’re already out anyways,” you reasoned.

”Yeah, of course! We can get it after this,” Jongdae replied quickly. “You’re always welcome to stop by, it’s just as much your place as it is mine.”

“Thanks.”

The rest of the car ride was silent, neither one of you knowing what to say next. The midday sunlight shone through the car windows, sending panes of light across your legs as Jongdae drove.

“Have we been to this cafe before?” you asked.

“Yep. You’re gonna love it, they make really good brick toasts.”

“Brick toast?”

“Yeah, they’re these huge slices of toast with a bunch of toppings on it. Fruit, whipped cream, chocolate, you name it.”

You felt a rumbling in your stomach, a hand immediately moving up to cover it. “I’m getting hungry just thinking about it.”

Jongdae shot you a sympathetic glance. “We’re almost there.”

And sure enough, in a couple of minutes the car was pulling into a small parking lot. There were tables and chairs arranged under the yellow awning of the cafe, and you could spot a couple of waiters bustling to and fro inside. A shock of pink hair next to one of the windows caught your eye.

“Is that Baekhyun?”

Jongdae followed your gaze before grinning. “Yep, that’s him.”

“And that’s Kyungsoo? His hair is so short,” you exclaimed.

“He’s kept that same hairstyle for the past year because he says it’s easier to take care of. Maybe I should do that too, but then again, I don’t know if I can pull off that look,” Jongdae said wistfully, running a hand through his hair.

You turned to look at him, studying his face. “I think you’d look fine, no matter what hairstyle you have.”

Jongdae’s cheeks started to turn pink, his tongue caught between his teeth as he smiled shyly. “Thanks.” He cleared his throat, reaching for the door handle. “Come on, let’s go eat.” Jongdae stepped out of the car, and you followed suit. As soon as you had the door closed, you noticed that Jongdae had come around to your side of the car, an arm offered out to you. He raised an eyebrow, waiting with a smile.

You took it with a smile of your own, letting your hand curl around the crook of his arm. Walking together like this, it was easy to forget about everything that had happened to you, all of your worries that had been plaguing you for weeks.

To pretend that you were a woman, out with her husband.

Series masterlist: ( 1 )  ( 2 )  ( 3 )  ( Final )

A/N: the flowers in the bouquet that jongdae brings over have special meanings! lavender is meant to stand for devotion while white jasmine stands for sweet love. also, the case of scott bolzan that dr. suh mentioned is a true story! I was trying to look for real life cases to reference, and this guy just really went through the worst case of amnesia you could imagine. at first, I was going to mention the real couple that the movie “the vow” is based off of, but they divorced in real life so there was definitely no way I was gonna include that when I want the opposite for jongdae and y/n LOL

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BNHA Rewatch: Two Heroes

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And before we start Season 3, one more road stop: The Big Freaking Movie, Two Heroes, last year’s surprise anime blockbuster and HeroAca’s first excursion onto the big screen. Time to share my thoughts and rewatch this very entertaining film!

We open with bald eagles, deserts, and cowpoke themes, to make sure we know we’re in America. We fly into “California” which looks more like Las Vegas (not really complaining, I loooove that they picked my hometown state for this) to find young, white schlera eye-having All Might and his hunky bro David Shield kicking ass and taking names. My state’s name, to be precise. 

Some exposition follows, basically recapping the premise of HeroAca, as I’m reminded of what a stroke of genius Hori had when he decided to make the MC an easy expositor thanks to his geeky knowledge of all things Hero. Deku will always be Captain Exposition.

Melissa! She’s fun and adorable and amazing, and I just love that the first HeroAca movie chooses to focus on a geeky, kind and energetic lady. 

Deku looking back and forth between Melissa’s breasts and All Might’s crotch belt is peak Bi energy.

I’m so jealous that Melissa gets to touch Deku’s hand.

Melissa describing All Might as someone David ‘loves’ is just throwing away all pretence of his heterosexuality, if it ever existed. How the hell did this guy end up with a kid?

Deku blushing around and enthusing over both Melissa and David is max bi energy.

Uraraka’s Annoying Crush Counter: 5

But I’m glad the girls are here! The Bones animators clearly know well what the fanbase wants to see, choosing to give all 6 class 1-A girls at least a cameo in the film, and three of them involved in the main plot. I especially love that, despite being initially pitted against each other, Uraraka and Melissa develop a bit of a womance in the film. OchaLissa ship!

My one major regret about this film is that Mineta is included in the Main Cast. I wish either Mina or Tsuyu had come along for the ride instead - one, they’re better, more lovable characters who could do the same job he does, and two, then we’d have a nearly gender-even cast! (6 Boys: Deku, Katsuki, Tenya, Shoto, Kiri, Kaminari; 5 Girls: Ochaco, Momo, Jiro, Melissa, Mina or Tsu). 

Kacchan makes his appearance! This bit was leaked online before the film’s release and drew quite a lot of ire from BKDK shippers and Bakugo fans. I’m mostly annoyed that Deku is acting OOC here; this is Post-Final Exam Deku, post Hero Killer Deku. Would the guy who punched All Might in the face and Bakugo in the face and the Hero Killer in the face be cowering in fear behind Iida, the guy whose life he saved, from the guy he, only a few weeks ago, punched in the face?! Badass Deku Rights!

Ooh a wild Todobaku moment! I always love when they bicker. Or rather, Katsuki bickers and Shoto ignores him.

OH NO you cannot slap me with the Ingenium OST theme and hardcore feels out of nowhere! God this scene is heartbreaking. I love, however, the cut to the whole of Class 1-A and Melissa when they talk about the future.

AH Bakugo’s feet! Why are we staring up his crotch? So this movie has a lot of KiriBaku scenes, and I should probably talk about them a little, since their friendship is a big deal in S3. They’re the only major HeroAca ship I’ve never shipped as a romantic pairing, per se. Like, in this scene, I see Kiri as Katsuki’s wingman, his bro, the guy who teases him about his obvious feelings from someone, not as the guy he has feelings for.

And for Kiri’s sake, I kinda dislike making him basically Bakugo’s sidekick. He willingly hangs out with the guy, when he wants to, in canon, he doesn’t follow him around and become the butt of the joke, and he has lots of other relationships in canon to draw from, so this dynamic between them doesn’t appeal to me.

Melissa being a quirkless kid like Deku is a great idea for the film, especially since she and David still find a way to help others. They’re a brighter image of the person Izuku could have been. 

Full Gauntlet is pretty cool

Everyone dresses up pretty! The movie suits/dresses are awesome and (almost) everyone looks great. Why Deku is wearing a baggy zoot-suity mess is beyond me, but hey, he sheds it pretty quickly so I’m not complaining. 

If by ‘female assassin’ you mean Beauty Queen. Jiro is gorgeous.

OK the plot ensues! Darn, I could’ve easily enjoyed a movie that was just everyone hanging out and goofing off...ah well, I still love what we got.

This villain does what neither Tomura nor All for One could ever do! Subdue All Might! My god he’s a criminal mastermind!

Deku wants to help, and everyone but Shoto basically piles on the bandwagon afterwards. “And me!” “And me!” “Me too!” “And Me” “Nobody cares Mineta.” I like how they bring up the Powers dilemma, since that’s a big deal in Season 3.

I was pretty impressed by the amount of level grinding our heroes had to do to make it to the top floor. 200 freaking floors, that’s impressive.

Todoroki saved Bakugo! Yay! BTW I love all the tactical planning stuff in this portion, and how lots of characters get to contribute.

10 little superheroes, trying to save the day. Two got lost and then there were eight.

8 little superheroes, escaping from the garden. One saved the others and then there were seven.

7 little superheroes running against the sea, four were trapped by robots and then there were three. (i don’t count mineta). 

Three little superheroes, reached the top and flew; one had to float them so then there were two. (she’s fine, Bakugo saved her. Save to win!)

Two little superheroes, faced with a gun. One fell out the window and then there was - never mind, she saved him, he’s fine.

That was fun. Anyway, to sum, the group gets split up as they work to get to the top, leaving only Deku and Melissa to reach the final boss dungeon. Highlights include the usual Kamijiro bantering, Todobaku making an awesome combat move, Uraraka standing against the coming onslaught of robots in a weirdly dramatic scene, and Reciproburst.

Dislikes include Kirishima being portrayed as not much use and kind of stupid (c’mon, he can do better than that!) and Uraraka not getting to kick any real ass other than floating Melissa and Deku. 

So we make it to Dramatic Plot Twist Tower and find out that David set up the whole thing. I joke, but I actually didn’t see this coming the first time around and was genuinely surprised. I also think it fits really well with the story they’re telling here: about trying to hold onto the past and forgetting to look to the future. I usually measure good plot twists in terms of how they change the story, characters and themes, and this one does.

On the other hand, Sam betraying him is just kind of silly. “Oh no, not...that guy!”

The villain being named Wolfram makes me wonder if there are any secret Buffyverse fans on Bones’ writing staff. With the next movie’s villain be named Hart?

I love how Melissa is a quirkless character who gets to save the day every bit as much as the powered ones. Also, Deku is freaking awesome in this scene, ngl. It has vibes of his fight with Muscular, that “pinned by an unstoppable wall” thing.

And this has vibes of Deku vs Overhaul trying to save Eri. OMG S4 IS GONNA KILL ME. Anyway Deku tries really really hard to save David Shield and does lots of cool leaps and gets beaten up while doing it, enough to earn some of Wolfram’s respect, but is unable to. Fortunately...

Watashi Ga Kita!

But then...duh duh duh! Wolfram has that power-enhancer-plot MacGuffin! Actually, it’s not a MacGuffin now, because now we the audience kind of care about it. It has weight, it’s significant. The characters care about it, but there’s more to it than just being an interchangeable object.

I LOVE how they animated the metal on this guy. That’s Metalbending. OMG. 

Class 1-A showing up and kicking ass as always. I just wanna quibble for a second with how this movie uses Howitzer Impact: a giant mind-blowing explosion in manga canon, a small underwhelming fizzle here.

DUH DUH DUH DRAMATIC PLOT TWIST. Again this one floored me the first time around. My jaw actually dropped when AFO’s theme started playing. Holy crap WHAH How what how. I’m not as excited about this plot twist, as it basically just happens for the sake of being shocking, but hey, that is clearly something AFO would do, and I like seeing him and hearing his theme here anyway, so who cares. Just roll with it!

And now, the reason this movie was made and the premise behind it. We never, in the canon of the manga, actually get to see All Might and Deku fight the same villain at the same time, so the movie I think was made for that purpose: DOUBLE DELAWARE DETROIT SMASH + YSR

OH YOU SAY RUN. You could soundtrack a scene of people sitting around staring at the wall and turn it into the most epic thing ever. I will never get tired of this beautiful, peerless, impossibly good composition. And this is honestly one of my favorite YSR scenes, because dayum, you can’t get much cooler than the Double DD smash. 

Visual storytelling here is on point. David Shield’s image of All Might turning into Deku is perfect.

We end on a sunrise, fittingly, and Long Hope Philia sountracked credits - with a small bit of depressing to end on, as we see David is probably gonna get arrested and All Might can’t do nothing about it.

Two Heroes is great. My quibbles with it are all minor. It’s the perfect first movie for BNHA; it is big and bombastic and action-packed, but more important, it gets what MHA is about at it’s core. BNHA is a story about the prior generation of heroes (and villains) passing the torch down to the next one. You know, like how teachers pass info onto their students in Academia. The movie gets that, and it delivers it with aplomb. It’s a great script, every scene and moment is necessary and everything happens in the right place and right order. It’s a thrill to watch, and I can’t even begin to imagine what insane stuff they’re gonna put in Movie #2 BKDK Boogaloo. Starting S3 tomorrow!

BKDK CORNER:

On a rewatch, I’m a little more OK with this scene, because Deku pretty quickly bucks up and takes the challenge - and he doesn’t exactly cower from Kacchan, Iida just gets in the way. I also love that gay sounding “Kacchan, people are watching!” line in the sub. 

All of Deku’s Love interests where white flowers on their fancy wear.

NGL this is my favorite part of the movie. That is the sweetest, softest, most endearing smile Bakugo has ever had, and Todoroki seeing it and smirking is just perfect. Baku is peak Tsundere in this scene.

RANKER: The Formal Wear

Girls:

4. Momo - I like the tiara, and the dress is kind of a nice color.

3. Melissa - pretty but a little birthday cake-y.

2. Ochaco - Very cute and well-tailored. The tights really sell it.

1. Jiro - unconventional is the winner of the day here.

Boys:

6. Izuku - Deku where the f did you get that suit? Take it off, please. Why is your taste in clothing so bad.

5. Kirishima - it’s ok, but a little generic.

4. Kaminari - the waiter look isn’t half bad on him

3. Iida - sharp dressed, of course. It looks nice!

2. Todoroki - perfectly handsome, and of course his suit is white.

1. Bakugo - that vest tho. damn. 

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i need a darcy lewis and steve rogers across the years fic, snippets of them having a moment together during the events of every movie or in between movies. idc what rating. 

things i’d love to see (or headcanons in no particular order):

friend to lovers (like darcy is a great distraction for steve but i notice it’s like that’s all she is to him in most shieldshock fics? i’d like to see steve actually open up to her, like really trusting her with the pain/regret/longing he carries and darcy doing the same. and darcy being vulnerable and soft and not always her witty, vibrant self. and generally both of them being there for each other in more ways than one)

darcy character growth, adjusting to becoming a shield agent (not field tho)/liaison officer for the avengers, a bamf who totally kicks ass in her respective field but also has moments where she spectacularly fails, darcy having breakdowns, darcy celebrating her small and big wins, darcy adulting and babysitting a bunch of superheroes. darcy befriending everyone and managing them when they need to be managed

steve and darcy breaking up and getting back together.... a lot. sometimes it's steve who ends it, sometimes it's darcy. sometimes its bc of their line of work that makes it hard to stay connected so they drift apart, or that darcy gets anxious and sad to see steve stubbornly put others before himself, even if that means dying to save the world. maybe it’s their surprising mutual inability to let people in which is frustrating for both of them. and the both of them wishing things could be less complicated yet fiercely and hopelessly loving each other despite how different their personalities, work, and lives are

darcy having a serial dating phase after one bad breakup and realising she’s only dating people who reminds her of steve bc she’s obviously still in love with him. meanwhile, nat and sam calls steve out for religiously stalking darcy’s instagram for the past month and he freaks out when sam snatches his phone and likes all of her photos accidentally on purpose

steve calling her at night when he’s drunk (it takes a lot of bottles to get mr supersoldier drunk so this must be a very bad no good day for rogers to get shitfaced) because he’s a mess and needs to talk to someone who isn’t an avenger and darcy listens. she always listens

i used to not be a huge fan of the soulmate au but i like the idea that the universe has fated these two impossibly different individuals (yet weirdly similar in some ways) to be together

basically both of them being flawed human beings but trying to make it work despite the obstacles in their way

angst please, ptsd recovery (for both of them, i think working for SHIELD would get her into all kinds of trouble) and support (from each other + loved ones + therapy), hurt & comfort (post-snap, darcy is there for him after he loses bucky again)

optional: ok but the goddamn ANGST if tony was her dad (or uncle?? relative?? idk but they’re protective over each other) and darcy finds out what happened to them both during the end of civil war. steve either ghosts her after that, unable to face her after what he’s done or tony tells him to never come near her again and steve obliges.

but also fluff and them trying to be domestic and meeting darcy’s parents and holidays spent together and dancing (steve gets sad at first, suddenly remembering peggy and thinking it’s her in his arms again but darcy understands [ugly sobbing]. that night while laying in bed, darcy holds him and asks him about her and he tells her everything) and days when the world doesn’t need captain america

bucky and darcy bro moments, bonding through mutual love for steve and an unexpected hobby. bucky comforting darcy when steve is away. darcy sending bucky a care package while he’s recovering in wakanda. the both of them bullying steve together. bucky acting like an older brother for her.

darcy and shuri and peter deadass reciting vines to each other and confusing the hell out of bucky and steve

steve and darcy during the five years of post-snap earth (there is not enough fics of this currently dhausdnasd). i can totally see darcy becoming good friends with valkyrie/brunnhilde (”You’re... peculiar” “Thanks!”) and helping asgardian refugees settle down in new asgard. she’s there when bruce and rocket fetch thor and gets into a fight with the raccoon. though reluctant at first, thor gets her to come along w them to the compound. she hasn’t seen steve in some time since their last breakup so things get super awkward. she confides in nat who stealthily arranges for them to have a quiet moment to reconnect. they do.

darcy calling clint out on the serial killer phase because someone has to (they’re buddies, she can knock some sense into him alongside nat)

darcy having a huge crush on carol and steve being lowkey jealous “watch it rogers, you’re not the only captain in my life now”

darcy and jane’s friendship and both of them being integral to saving the world, with them showing up at the end of endgame with weapons of their own: science!! and sarcasm!! 

peter passing darcy the gauntlet (Darcy: ”Dude! What the hell am I supposed to do with this!?” Everyone: “RUN!”) and subsequently being protected by her legion of superherione friends as she scream “oh shit” x3000 while running through the battlefield evading thanos and his minions

billy eichner voice: and yes! it is in fact a wedding at the end of endgame! AND IT’S THEIRS

obligatory tony does not die

post inifinity war fix-it fic where steve doesn't stay in the past. he returns the stones and retires as an avenger in the present, moving forward in life. only acts as a consultant for the new avengers. he and darcy travel the world and settle comfortably in brooklyn

they have babies! or not! but if so, darcy freaking out at being a mom. then darcy getting the hang of it and totally rockin mom life. and steve being a really good dad but also terrified at first. their kids hang out w tony and pep’s

[msawesomegeek]

Avengers Infinity war/end game review

A/N: So quarantine happened, and I finally got around to watching movies again, now including giving the MCU one last chance. And spoiler alert... It didn’t truly deserve it. Also spoiler alert, and also this is two three hour reviews crammed into one, so it is gonna be a little while.

Also also, while I have seen most of the movies in the marvel cinematic universe, I have not seen Dr. strange, guardians 2, into dark world and Captain marvel. 

So let’s start off with Infinity war, it had some genuinely good moments. The only plot and character arc that was outright annoying was Bruce’s. It was good it had real character developments, and a lot of relationships that were great. I thought it was funny to the right extent, and serious when it needed to be. Honestly I could have done without a lot of scenes but I understood the fact that all characters needed some screen time to be fully developed. But like, did we honestly care that much about the romance with Vision and Wanda to need the scene before them being attacked more than just a quick establishment of them kissing?  I enjoyed the emotional scene genuinely, the Peter and Gamora scene was heart wrenching, and showed Thanos devotion to his goal. I had a little hard time believing he loved her enough to it being enough of a sacrifice, but it still worked. 

The big scale battle was kind of annoying but I will get into that later. 

The cinematography was fine, I enjoyed how colourful they allowed space to be, and that the lighting for the most part was not grey and gritty. 

There were a lot of plot holes in this movie, like why did Thanos forget all the crazy powers he had in the Gamora Peter scene and not use it in the battle later?  The problem with this is also that power differences is so weird, and non consistent. Like in the battle with Thanos, strange, Spidey and Tony, how do any of the three heroes have a chance against someone who can manipulate the rules of reality? Like Strange, maybe, but the two others? Not a chance! 

The stones themselves raise a lot of questions. Like if he can control time and space, why not bring Gamora back the second the gets the soul stone? Or go back to a time when the rule that you have to do that does not apply. And in End Game, why not just kill baby Thanos? Why doesn't he go back in time to make sure the avengers do not get in his way in the first place? 

The Loke death in the beginning felt so... Pointless? Seriously? Why has Loke been apart of anything in the MCU up until now? His arc has been pointless, and when he dies it is within the first 10 minutes, so it’s like: Oh, Loke is in this. And he is dead again. But because he has been “Dead” before, it does not resonate!  And that is a general annoyance I have with these two movies, the stakes are non-existent. We know which characters have movies coming up, so we know who is going to survive in the end and who doesn't. So when they die, it doesn't have any impact! 

So the movie is pretty good, it has some real emotional hits and some genuinely funny scenes, but it also leave you confused during some scenes. The thing I enjoyed the most about this movie, is the fact that Thanos won. The fact that the good guys lost, is amazing! Because after seeing them win challenge after challenge over 20 films, it was great to actually see our heroes lose, actually lose. 

Onto End Game, to say that this is the worse of the two is correct. The movie for a two parter movie does hold up as movies on their own, which is great considering how all other movies split into two parts are as stand alone movies.

The colour grading in this movie is just weird, and a lot of times, it is weird looking at and clear that it was shot on a green screen, and usually an unnecessary green screen, for my taste. This combined with lack of playing with colour in this movie, everything just visually seemed gray and boring. No shots were interesting, they never played with the pacing of anything, it was all just regular film making, which is okay, but honestly bland. Even the composition of the everyone avengers assemble shot is so messy it does not evoke the amazing comic book front page style it could have been.

End game has a lot of big problems, and I might go into more of a ranting terrortory than actual reviewing, and for that I am sorry. But it has a lot of problems. The character arcs are so rushed and you never get time to absorb anything emotionally or care about anything that is going on, because then we immediately cut to another character, and we have to be completely invested in them.  Thanos role in this movie was weird, while the first half of it was earned the rest of his part in the movie seemed forced. But what I think both movies got wrong about Thanos, is that they cut out death. Which is a shame, because a big part of his character and motivation is his love affair with mistress death. Hell they even put it in as an easter egg the first time we ever see Thanos! And his philosophy combined with his love and romance with death, would make sense, but they completely missed that opportunity. Which would also give more impact to him killing people more than just morals, and make him a more dimensional character. 

The three biggest problems this movie has is pacing, tone and character arcs. Along the same lines of infinity war, the pacing is a little better in the first movie, but all over the place in End game. And the problem is because the pacing is so quick and everything needs to progress so quickly, everything just seems so rushed, and everything that was supposed to be an obstacle was basically solved in a super easy barely an inconvenience kind of way. The problem with the pacing is also that it rushes the characters. Meaning every time something happens to any character, any tension and character development, hell even emotional impact that could have had is cut short to cut to another characters arc. And even if it is not like that, the harsh editing in the movie ensures that any emotion any scenes hold is immediately undercut by something. Like, wow Hawkeye has lost all sense of morals and Natascha can't talk sense into him, but his surface is beginning to crack, that is interesting, let’s immediately cut from that to Thor opening a beer! 

The only things that were actually given any kind of consideration to the pacing in this movie was when Scott came back, and the funeral scene, and maybe the fight scene in the end. Every thing else in this entire movie is so weirdly paced! Like, oh boy the stakes are high, I wonder if we will ever be able to figure out this time travel thing. 5 minutes later, Iron man comes out of a car and deus ex machina’s the entire thing. Like why? This should be a bigger issue?  Oh no, we lost the one infinity stone, but we don’t have enough Pim particles to travel back anymore times. Simple just travel back to world war two, steal them as you conveniently get into a heavily guarded area while remembering that the love of your life exists while also without much trouble steals and have a cathartic moment with your father who dont know its you, so you can conveniently get back. That whole sequence is pretty cool, but is undermined so many times by being resolved too quickly, making you wonder what the point of it being a conflict at all was?

Which brings me to its second biggest problem, tone. This movie unlike the first one that balanced things pretty amazingly, cannot decide whether it wants to be dramatic action or a comedy, and it ends up being neither. I cannot stress enough how much I hate the jokes in this movie! The jokes are good, hell they are funny (though the Thor got fat jokes needs to leave and never come back. (although that big Labowski reference can stay, but it is on thin f*cking ice.) The other movies had fun moments, this genuinely felt like I was watching a parody movie half of the time. Yes the jokes are funny, I laughed out loud at the america’s ass jokes, but that joke felt like a meme that was somehow left in the final cut.  The problem is, whereas the other movies, usually only used the comedy as a relief in certain scenes, it allowed other scenes to be genuinely emotional. It knew when it was appropriate to joke around. It did actually get it right a few times, the whole “hi peter” introduction between cap marvel and Spidey, was in character and genuinely appropriate to the situation, and funny, that scene worked. Where it did not work, was when Tony got back from space, part of that scene was amazing! It was a broken Tony confronting people he did not agree with about the fact that they lost and that he was traumatised and that he told them something like this could happen but they did not listen to him! And it just cuts in-between him being mad as hell and sad as he should be, to be cracking jokes two seconds later. And I hate that scene! Because it did not understand that it was not the time that it needed to break the tension it could have been an amazing and heartwrenching scene that eventually led to Tony giving up his super hero career and setting Tony and Steve on the path to forgiving each other. But no, it was constantly undercut by comedy. It was like they forgot that scenes were allowed to be emotional and not have any quick wit in it and still be good. The tone was just messy all the way through and seemed like I was watching two movies that had been mashed together into one. 

The last problem this movie has is character arcs. Besides the undercutting of the emotions of its character in order to make jokes. This movie also seemed to forget who these characters were. It has a problem that many films like it has had, which is too many characters in one film. Every character is never given proper time, we like them because we know them, but this movie does nothing to further their relationships or own growth. The time jump, screws a lot of things up. Like I did not mind but why give Hulk the power to control Hulk then? (His arc through the entire MCU) and not right as he grabbed the stones, him through them being given the knowledge that Hulk isn’t the disease but the cure. Why not make his arc matter to the plot?! (like it did in the first avengers which was though a pretty deus ex machina, solution still a development that coincided with the plot!) The whole Natascha, Hawkeye fight was good, it meant something and it reminded me of their fight in the first Avengers that showed how good friends they were. But the quick editing ruins Nats death so much. This plays into pacing as well, but we are never given any kind of time to be sad about Nats death. Yes she was a minor character, but she was a character we cared about. If they could only have spent a few more seconds at Hawkeye realising what is happening, and being sad about Nats sacrifice in the soul world, and then picking up the stone and being like, I will finish this for you Natascha. That was all the writers needed to do, it would take two minutes more, but it would have allowed her death to mean something more. Hell Coulsons death was given more screen time in the first avengers than someone we have spent so many movies seeing and caring about! 

I honestly wished that they had followed the comics version more, and in infinity wars, introduced Thanos, then wrapped up all the original avengers character arcs in that film. Let the snap happen and let Thanos also kill the original Avengers. Then let End Game be about the devastating loss, and the second squad (Black Panther, Scarlett, vision, Captain Marvel, Peter, Strange and part of Guardians & Ant-man) Struggle with their personal grief about losing their friends and mentors, finding the courage to band together and fight to go and defeat Thanos. I would have loved that so much more, mostly because it would give them a chance to lose and have these newer avengers actually mourn them all properly, while also being able to properly process it, and then decide to pick up their torch and finish what the original avengers started. But sadly we got this mess.

Also, I really need to rant about one particular thing in both movies, and honestly it has been a long time coming, but if I have to look at one more giant CGI henceman battle, I will walk out of the movie theatre! This is in both infinity war and End game! I do not care! I hate those big CGI lord of the ring type battles. Why? Because, yes it makes it all look grand, but it also make it look pointless. I don’t care about any of the people they are fighting I care about the villains and the heroes, characters I have spent time with. Why does Thanos send, wizard what's his face and other CGI dude in the first place? I do not care about his henchmen! I do not care about their meaningless fights with their meaningless goons. Why not instead of this giant battle in Wakanda and on the planet in End game ending battle, have all of our previously established villains, such as Loke, Hella, Thanos, that dude from guardians, whoever is the villain in captain marvel and doctor strange. Be the people they fight? Why not make it a few villains that we actually care about be the villains they are fighting, and instead of them punching random fools they could actually fight people who pose an actual challenge to them. Giving everything more meaning and not just, look how many CGI extras we can afford. It is not fun anymore! I have had it! Fight fewer but harder bad guys! That way the fight has some actual stakes and meaning! 

If you have made it this far, wow, impressive. I also imagine that it is very clear that I thought there was a lot of problems with these two movies. I will not say I hated them. They were not flaming piles of garbage like suicide squad, but they are also not anywhere near as good as the first guardians movie.  In the end, they were entertaining. Were they, I am willing to sit through these six hours ever again entertaining? Abso-f*cking-lutely not. 

I have before given up on the cinematic univers and come back to it and this was me actually hoping it would be great movies that everyone said they were, so I could get back into Marvel super hero movies, but sadly, they were visually pretty stale, tonally, pacing and characterly a mess, and not the finale to 22 films I had hoped for.

I give infinity war 8/10 stars

And End game 3/10 stars.

Send me a message if you agree, disagree or just wanna talk about movies (or have any recs for what I should see next) Until then

- Geek out.

[zhovel]

letters of war

Summary: Beca, a soldier, gets stationed in West Berlin. She meets Chloe there. The world was just against them.

Word count: 2608

Rating: G

read on ao3

Written for this ask, betaed by Janie

Beca, sixteen and orphaned for years, signed up for the army.

They didn’t ask for her age. Not like they cared, anyway, with their patriotic hearts and toughened hands, all they wanted was fresh blood, fresh meat.

And when they called her a one-of-a-kind soldier, they were right, because only people who had nothing to lose were willing to take risks as much as she did. Her captain called her in for a talk, told her that her life belonged to her squad too, but nothing went into her ears; not when the soldiers in her troop took every chance they had to tease and rile her up for being a girl.

The second world war was already over when she got deployed.

-

She got stationed in West Berlin. A place divided into three, nicknamed Trizonia because America doesn't know how to keep its nose out of European business and got involved.

At night on the seventh day, Beca slipped out of the barracks, squishing her feet into uncomfortable, army-issued boots. She was silent as she snuck past the guards, years of training finally useful.

She cut a hole in the chain-metal fence surrounding the camp. It rattled when she crept through it, wanderlust finally catching up to her. Germany was dead silent at two in the morning, except for the crickets, which reminded Beca of America.

She wasn’t homesick. Never would be, because if you asked any hardened soldier, home was the only word they needed to forget.

It could have been a desert for how dry it was, the gravel crunching against her feet as she setted off for the nearest town. Beca hoped no one could see her, with the dead giveaway camouflage uniform she was wearing. She had enough problems without a supervisor breathing down her neck at every moment.

Every step felt like freedom, and yet, they could realise she was gone anytime.

There was a fork in the road. She took the left.

Finally, when she saw artificial, white lights in the distance, she grinned.

-

A café was open in the small village she stumbled her way into, even at this hour. She didn't expect that, she didn't want anyone catching her and asking her for her identity.

Was it worth it? Hell fucking yeah.

(But she didn’t really fit in here, a girl in non-girl clothes and, and, and-)

Instead, Beca slipped between alleys and listened out for any approaching footsteps. She breathed in the air - smelled like home, the bakery must be nearby -  and wondered, at how far apart two places could be, and yet so similar.

She didn't realise how much small towns could look alike. The sound of nature was so weirdly nostalgic, like the time a friend from her childhood town snuck into the orphanage and stayed over and they escaped-

She got caught up in memories.

Too caught up, in fact, because she didn’t hear the girl approach.

“Psst!”

Beca jumped, landing on the metal grate she was standing on and making a loud clang. “Shit,” she whispered to herself, whipping her head from side to side to look for an exit.

The girl cleared her throat awkwardly, her head tilted slightly to the left. Beca saw the red hair falling down her back in loose curls.

Beca opened her mouth to defend herself, but before she could say anything, the girl cut in.

“ Are you from here? ” she asked, the harsh German language somehow sounding soft in her voice.

“ I- am just- passing ,” Beca said, brokenly.

She fled before the girl could ask anything else.

-

The next morning, Beca was in a bad mood, and not just from the lack of sleep.

Now, socialising with her troop wasn’t something that Beca particularly enjoyed. Captain, however, decided that she was too detached from her fellow soldiers and that was a “bad thing”, so he he pulled her aside and made her join one of their nightly trip to a nearby pub.

Beca sighed. The only person she could stand here, sort of, was Jesse, the youngest man who followed her around like a lost puppy most of the time.

The captain, turning around, gave her a meaningful raise of his eyebrows. Beca considered flipping up her middle finger at him, but decided that she’d rather swallow her own pride then do another thirty laps around camp.

She siddled her way closer to Jesse.

“Sup, Swanson.”

He looked at her with a deer-in-headlights expression. “Su- sup?”

Internally, Beca sighed. She missed the sharp banter she used to share with people in the orphanage, even if they were kind of assholes most of the time.

She forced herself to continue with the stilted conversation, not even noticing when they reach a place that looked familiar-

Oh, fuck.

Fuck.

Beca was an unlucky son of a bitch. She was in the same town she ran away from less than five hours ago.

To make things worse, they were heading quite near the alley where Beca had seen the redhead. She hadn’t realise how close the alley was to the cafe, or how pretty the sign on top of the shop was, but in daylight, everything was clear.

(Clear-as-day, she thought to herself. Heh.)

The so-called pub was the cafe. Double fuck.

God hates Beca. Beca hates God too.

She tried to school her face into a neutral expression as she followed Jesse into the cafe, with the others following them.

“How many?” The waiter asked them in stilted English. Jesse held up ten fingers, then realises it wasn’t enough.

“Uh- twenty-four,” He stammered.

Again, Beca tried to muffle her disappointment. Jesse felt too- different? dampened, that's the word, compared to the people she used to know.

They crowded into a booth, bodies squished together. Beca thanked her lucky stars that the girl from last night wasn’t there. She watched as the soldiers around her jostled each other playfully, being too loud for the otherwise quiet cafe.

Here, she was a bystander. She didn’t fit in.

When the captain waved a hand in the air to order, instead of the first waiter coming over, a girl with red hair comes their way.

Beca had spoken, as usual, too soon.

At least she was hidden quite well among her squad, a tiny five foot woman camouflaged in-between men.

The redhead said, “I’m Chloe and I’ll be your server today,” in a lilting accent, like she’d been watching too many American movies. “How can I help you?”

Ordering took a long time. Beca was the last one.

“And you?” Chloe said, turning to her.

The second Chloe saw Beca, her eyes widened with recognition. Beca tried her best to convey the message of shut up with nothing but her face, while still being subtle enough that Jesse wouldn’t pick up on it. From the girl’s conflicted expression, she’d succeeded.

Beca said, “Just a coffee,” and sunk back down in the chair.

She watched Chloe for the rest of the hour, hoping that she wouldn’t tell anyone. Chloe looked too busy to do anything weird.

(Beca sighed, relieved.)

A blonde brought them their food in several trips. When Beca looked up, she caught Chloe staring at the blonde’s butt as she walked, biting her lip as if she was repressing too many emotions at once.

Beca tears her gaze away. It wasn’t her thing to know.

When they left, she left a big tip in neat blue bills, stacked.

-

Beca started following the guys to the cafe after that day. Chloe served their table each time. Beca kept her head down and missed her ratty hoodies that she could hide in.

“Coffee?”

“Yes, thank you.”

-

The blonde was gone the next time they went in. And she remained gone the time after, and after after; and Beca saw Chloe wilt a little more with each passing day.

She made her mind up.

-

A ring on a girl’s thumb, back in America, was a code for being gay. Beca didn’t know if it was the same in West Berlin, but the next time she goes to the cafe alone with Jesse, Beca made sure her ring was sitting firmly on her thumb.

She was the first to order, sliding her hand across the menu, the metal ring glinting under the sunlight streaming in through the window.

“Oh,” Chloe said, sounding surprised, under her breath.

Beca met her eyes, steely. “Oh?”

They grinned at each other, ignoring the clammer of people around them.

(Outsiders, Beca mused, always managed to build back their own community right from the ground. The struggle, the pain; it was just for outsiders.)

-

Just before they left, Chloe chased after them, her stained apron flapping with each movement.

She stopped in front of Beca.

“ Does your friend speak my language?” Chloe asked, in German.

Beca shook her head mutedly.

Chloe leaned forward, closing the distance between them. She tugged on the cuff of Beca’s sleeve. “ Are you the girl? From the alley?”

“Ja,” Beca said. “ And thank you for not telling anyone. ”

Chloe’s eyes lit up. “ What is your name? ”

“ Beca. ”

Chloe said, “Hello, Beca,” and Beca realised how much trouble she was in when her heart gave a little leap at how her name sounded from Chloe’s lips.

-

Chloe started giving her special cupcakes every time Beca came by. Beca left behind a scribbled thanks on a folded paper towel that she hasn’t used yet.

And soon, the thanks Chloe turned into Beca leaving Chloe anecdotes about her life in the army, and letting her learn more about past Beca in general.

Beca came alone one day. When Chloe passed her a cupcake, their fingers touch.

“Give me your address,” Beca said, soft. “So we can be official pen pals.”

Chloe paused for a moment, then-

“Alright.”

-

Chloe,

I’ve never done anything like this. Give me your letters under my plates when I’m at the cafe.

B

My friend,

I am not brave enough to refer to you by name, for fear that my parents may see. Address me as Bella, if you wish to do so. We cannot risk anything, in this wartime, anyone could find us.

Do you have another name?

C

-

Dearest Bella,

You can call me-

Beca frowned. Everyone in her squad called her Mitchell, and the occasional Madam if she was being particularly snippy that day.

A sudden memory came back to her. Her mother, picking her up from under her armpits when she was a child, flinging them across the room until they were a blur of laughter and happiness and safety.

“ My little DJ ,” she had said. “ I can't believe you made me a mixtape! For my birthday !”

Was she really ready to give this up to a stranger? A possible lover?

Will she ever find someone like her again?

She crosses the last few words out.

My mother used to call me her DJ. I trust you with this name.

With much love, B

-

Letters fly back and forth, until Chloe became Beca’s safe place, and Beca learnt more about another person than she thought she ever would.

(A confession this time.)

Dear Bella,

I should not be telling you this. I smuggled someone into West Berlin.

They were a child, love, and I could see their ribs.

DJ

-

Three days later, Beca received another letter. Shorter this time, written on a piece of paper that looked like it'd been torn from a paper plate.

DJ, I think you may be a better person than I could've imagined.

Two kisses underneath.

Beca held the letter tight in her hand, and dreamt of falling asleep next to red hair that night.

-

Months pass. Beca sneaked out in the middle of the night to post letters to Chloe, and tried to shove Chloe’s letters into the pockets of her trousers as quick as possible.

They fall in love, slowly but surely.

Wouldn't it be lovely , Beca wrote one day, if our letters could be shown to the world one day? So they could see that we are people too, and not just- forbidden?

Chloe said, “I like that you come alone,” the next time they saw each other; and Beca understood - I’m glad you’re here.

-

Six more months flew by.

Summer passed, the flowers outside the cafe bloomed and wilted under Beca’s watchful eyes.

It was a slow day today. Beca waited until her shift is over, then snuck out to meet Chloe. Chloe was locking up the cafe when Beca arrived.

“Chloe,” Beca said from the shadows, leaning against a wall. Chloe jumped.

“You asshole!” Chloe said playfully, and went in to swat her on the shoulder.

Beca caught her wrist before her hand could make contact. She said, “not so fast, Beale,” and flipped their positions and pinned her against the wall. “I win.”

Chloe said, “Do you, now?” and her eyes flickered down to Beca’s lips.

When they kissed for the first time, it felt like going home, and it was in the same alley they met in.

-

My dearest Bella,

I am going home soon. What do we do from here?

DJ

-

Chloe answered, I am madly in love with you.

Beca wrote back and said, I can't do this anymore.

-

Things Beca was: Twenty. A soldier, best of her troop. A legend among women, shunned by men.

Things Beca was not: brave enough.  

She cried, alone in her bunk, and flew back to America the next day.

Her sergeant didn’t question the red rims of her eyes.

-

Chloe wrote letters, but she had no way to give them to Beca.

-

There were stories about people falling in love on different sides of a war.

And yet, this time, it wasn't a war between countries. It was a fight against oppression, what happens when you cage a wild animal and a girl tames it with a soft voice and kindness, the first shown in a long time.

Beca didn’t see Chloe again for years. She wondered what would have happened if she had stayed.

-

At fifty, Beca still wasn’t married. Her neighbours, when they gossiped about her in their white suburban homes, blamed it on the war. She didn’t tell them she never fought in one.

How could she, when it wasn't just her secret to tell?

She kept a locket around her neck, clasped tight, a lock of curly red hair nested safely inside.

-

An old woman opens the door when the mailman knocks. There are wrinkles around her eyes, but not happy ones, like the lines on people who laugh.

Those were lines of fatigue, of something that was beyond him.

“Madam,” he greeed, tipping his hat. She gives him a slight nod, watching him with piercing eyes as he dug around his bag for her letter.

“For DJ Mitchell,” he said. “From Bella Beale.”

He turned around after he gave her the letter, but not before catching the woman clutch the letter to her heart with tears starting to form in her eyes.

A soldier, the family down the road told him.

It wasn't his business, anyway.

-

(In green ink, in slanted handwriting too neat to be a man’s-)

Dearest love,

Hello again. I found you.

Are you good? How is life treating you? I’ve been thinking about you since the day you left without a word. I’m hurt. But I understand why, it wouldn’t have worked because we weren’t in a time of peace.

I married. And I divorced him, DJ, because he wasn’t you. Do you understand?

I forgive you, DJ. Or Beca, as I can call you now. I love you.

Yours, forever.

Chloe

[spideymybucky]

Him

Word Count: 1256

Parings: Bucky x Reader, Peter Parker x reader, avengers x reader

Warnings: Angst, Injuries, sexualizing somebody??? idk. 

A/N heeey y’all, long time no see. Ok so I’m back??? It’s hard to juggle college, work, everything in life cause well it is. Imma try to write more often. Tell me if you’re happy for this to be a Bucky x reader o Peter Parker x reader?? TELL ME IF YOU WANNA BE TAGGED! :)

Prologue  Part 1 Part 2 Part 3  Part 4

A week had passed with the new comer and well, it wasn’t as bad as some of the avengers predicted it was going to be. Weirdly enough, the Soldier hasn’t been out much, not bothering nor tackling people to the floor, only seen at the gym and “family” dinner time-as (Y/N) would say, “We’re practically family, suck it up. Its family dinner time.” To anyone who thought differently.

It was a normal Saturday morning, not much was happening except that most of The Avengers were out and about on a mission. (Y/n) wasn’t there, not because she didn’t want to but because Tony was to scared to let her get hurt. She still doesn’t have control over her powers, making her vulnerable and useless. She didn’t mind though, this was a small vacation from training and the annoying, strict, healthy diet Nat got her involved in.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, is their ice cream on the fridge?” She whined to the air. Her body was sprawled all over her bed, still in PJ and bed hair.

“Yes Mrs. Brooks” the AI’s voice broke through.

“Thank the lord!” She scrambled on her fit and ran to the kitchen, forgetting about the rest of the world. She grabbed a spoon and the carton, sitting her ass down on one of the stools. Not realizing that she wasn’t alone, she would moan with every bite of the creamy perfection. It was so good but bad at the same time, who cares if Nat screams at her after this. She doesn’t, that for sure.

“You should stop making those sounds, it’s like entering into a porno” A husky voice stated behind her. She abruptly stopped, her spoon hanging mid air, and her eyes wide as the moon. Why does life hate her this much? She’s been nothing but good? Was this Karma for the ice cream? She thought to herself. Slowly, with the least movement, her body turned around and looked at a certain soldier.

“Well, I’m fucked” The spoon feel from her hand. She blinked, once or twice, licked her lips and swallowed loudly. Her eyes were glued to his form fitted body, he was no doubt Adonis. A cough, emitted by him, broke the unknown tension as she smiled.

“You do know my eyes are up here, right?” He mumbled, feeling a bit objectified by her look. She blushed and mumbled a sorry, as she stood up. He shook his head and pushed her back down.

“You don’t have to go because of me.” (Y/n) looked at his eyes and nodded. The vulnerability they showed made her pity him, at some degree.

“Yeah, Ok, No problem” she nodded furiously. She sat the stool and quietly ate her ice cream, no moaning in pleasure this time.

“I like your… uhm… outfit?” Small talk was never Bucky’s forte, he didn’t know what to say or what to ask. What a stupid question, he thought. (Y/n) didn’t mind though, she smiled at him and looked down, at he cloths and thats when she realized what PJ’s she was wearing. The short-shorts covered half her butt and the Avengers merchandise shirt wasn’t any better.

“God” She slammed her hand on the table. “Why the hell do I keep embarrassing myself in front of you?” She said looking at Bucky, who was just looking at her blankly. Her eyes rolled, nonchalantly, and fell at the entrance. She tightly smiled and walked off. Stupid, stupid, stupid, I’m just stupid. She walked into her room, laid down and screamed.

“Fucking hell, why do stupid things like these keep happening to me? Fuck you universe.” She screamed. Damn this, she thought, I even forgot to bring my ice cream. She huffed and puffed, throwing a personal tantrum. All she wanted was a movie day, relaxing and eating ice cream without a care in the world but that never happened.

(Y/n) sat on her bed, ordering F.R.I.D.A.Y. to put on Veronica, the scariest movie on Netflix-said by Buzzfeed, who never lies. The movie started playing, more than scary it was psychologically challenging and with every part passing her scared levels grew. She didn’t realize that, on the last part of the movie, she let out a scream.  

Bucky, who was in the kitchen, eating and watching the news heard the bloody scream. He jumped out of his sit and ran towards (Y/N)’s room. He wasn’t sure if he should go in or not, but the panting she lead out made him worry. Was she in trouble? Were they under attack?

(Y/N) didn’t realize that it had gotten dark and frightening. She was so engrossed in the movie, the anticipation of all the parts and just the anxiety of everything that she didn’t hear Bucky knocking. So when the door opened her eyes widened, she lifted her hands screaming and everything stopped for a few seconds. The lights on the city and the compound turned off. A gush of static wind blew towards the Avengers. Spiderman was altered, immediately, by his spidering senses.

(Y/N)’s hand exploded with an electric ray, nothing that Bucky has ever felt before. His screams were joined by (Y/n)’s scared ones. She was trying to control it but she couldn’t. Everything went bright for both of them, for a few seconds, and then it all reverted making everything go dark. There was a blackout all over the city and the compound. The only thing functioning was the AI.

An uneasy feeling set upon the Avengers. The Quint jet, unexpectedly, lost power for a few seconds and then regaining it automatically. The all locked at each other not knowing what happened.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. whats going on?” Tony interjected, looking at the missing city lights.

“Mrs. (Y/L/N) has used her powered against Mr. Barnes, making the electrical supply for the city shut off.” The A.I concluded. Steve looked at Tony. He knew it wasn’t a good idea to leave you both.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, can you tell me Bucky’s vitals?” Steve quickly interjected.

“yes, Captain Rogers his vitals are-power insufficient.” The  .A.I. started repeating. Steve sighed, cursing below his breath.

“Language Capsicle” Tony retorted.

“Not the time Stark” He rolled his eyes, looking out the window.

(Y/N) felt pain everywhere. She couldn’t determine if she should open her eyes or not. The slight smell of smoke and extinguisher were settling on her nose. She felt weak, tired and scared. What the hell had happened? She thought to herself. She tried to lick her lips but the wetness made her feel a shock against her skin. She felt drowsy, trying to stay awake but not being able. She would doze off and then wake up, a routine she mastered the last 10 minutes or so.

“What the hell did you do (Y/N)?” Captain America asked her. She opened her eyes slightly, trying to talk as her head feel to the side. She looked at Bucky laying there, on the cold floor not reacting. Her eyes widened in shock, remembering everything that had happened. She wanted  to scream, shout, say anything but couldn’t. Her body wasn’t letting her. She looked back at Steve, who had disappointed looked directed at her. She let a single tear out, her eyes closing on her, and mouthed sorry.

“Fuck (Y/N)” Tony sighed out. “You’re in trouble now kiddo” and you dozed off again.

[lemonsandstrawberries]

My favorite hero

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), MCU (if you want to imagine timeline CA:WS will be good)

summary: Tony and Steve have a free evening for each other until Tony receives a certain letter that can change everything Steve thought about his boyfriend.

length: 2 049 words

a/n: first fic on the new blog, aaaah!! inspired by this art by @steve-sketchbooks . and also dedicated to the person behind the blog, because Yuki helped me set up this account and drew the adorable mini me you can see in my avatar and at the side of this of this blog, and I am super grateful for having her as a friend! love you, loser!! this is also influenced by CA:WS, because I was rewatching the movie for the museum scene and somehow made myself sad, blah. hope you like this fic!!

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My favorite hero

"Babe, I am back! Got the tomatoes!"

"Great! Bring them over here!"

Steve turned light steps into the kitchen. It was one of those sweet days when no disaster had happened, and Tony and Steve could spend the evening together, deciding on cooking a meal instead of ordering it. And somehow it was so like Tony to come up with an idea of preparing spaghetti and Neapolitan sauce and forgetting to buy the main ingredient. He didn't forget some fancy parmesan for garnish, expensive olive oil for garlic bread, but he forgot the basic ingredient for the sauce. Somehow, Steve wasn't even surprised and just went out for a quick run to the nearest supermarket.

"How is it going?" he asked, walking to Tony and standing behind his boyfriend's back, peering into the pots.

"Bread in the oven, water for pasta boiling, garlic and onion almost translucent," Tony listed, stirring the bits of chopped onion and crushed garlic in a skillet, filling the kitchen with a yummy scent. "You can open the tomatoes and chop some basil."

Steve smiled, feeling that those were not the words Tony got to say too often, but it did sound good in his mouth. Domestic.

"By the way, there is a letter addressed to you," Steve remembered, putting the can with chopped tomatoes on the table and pulling out, a slightly crumpled, letter from his pocket.

"A letter?" Tony asked, deciding that onions and garlic got golden enough and snapped fingers into his palms, urging Steve to hand him the tomatoes faster. "I don't get letters."

Steve couldn't help but smile at the comment. Of course, his futurist boyfriend didn't get any letters. Tony was a strict email person or handled everything via video calls. Regular post was too slow for his liking.

"But you did," Steve put the opened can into Tony's hand, watching the brunet tip it and dump the red pulp into the skillet, making the oil sizzle. Soon the kitchen started to smell like tomatoes and garlic.

"Hmmm. Open it," Tony said, using the spatula to crush the tomatoes chunks.

"Are you sure?" Steve asked, halfway to prepare a basil cutting station. Somehow it felt too invasive.

"Sure, I am sure. It is probably an invitation somewhere and you won't have a different choice than to go with me, so it's better for you to prepare in advance."

"You are probably right," Steve agreed, holding back a chuckle at the way Tony scoffed out 'probably', mocking him. He took the letter. "It is from the Smithsonian Museum."

"Smithsonian…" Tony repeated thoughtfully. What did the museum want from him?

After opening the letter, Steve started to read out loud. "Dear Mr Stark. On the behalf of the Smithsonian museum, I would like to express my deepest gratitude for your generous donation of priceless memorabilia to---"

Oh, that's what.

"NOO!!" Tony wailed, dropping the spatula into the sauce and darting to Steve, wrenching the letter out.

Too late.

"--- the Captain America exhibit," Steve ended, even if the letter wasn't in front of him any longer, his expression of pure surprise.

’Captain America - the living legend and symbol of courage’. He remembered that exhibit. It contained all the things from his life in the army, basically every item that was ever promoted with his image, and original tapes of his gigs from selling war bonds.

"Tony," Steve looked at his boyfriend, who was angrily scrunching the letter in his hands, muttering something about medieval methods of communication. "That exhibit belongs to you?"

Tony paused and dropped his head in shame. It was a talk he never hoped to happen. "I --- I just sponsor it. And donated some things from my collection---"

"Your collection?"

Oops.

"You didn't hear anything!" Tony snapped his head up, brown eyes narrowing in anger at Steve's stretching smile. "Don't even---"

"Your collection," Steve repeated, his smile taking almost half of his face. "You mean there is more?"

"No!"

"There is more!" Steve laughed cheerfully, slapping his hands on his thigh in triumph. "I am your favorite superhero!"

"Oh for the--- No, you are not! And I was young and stupid when I collected those things!"

"Oh, really?"

Tony winced at how quickly and quietly Steve suddenly appeared in front of him. Stupid super soldier serum.

"Then how come you still sponsor that exhibit?" Steve asked, smiling brightly.

"Stop it," Tony chocked out, looking to the side, planning his escape before his face would completely get consumed by red color and resemble the tomato sauce.

"That's so cute."

"Shut up."

"You are adorable. You always had a crush on me, didn't you?"

"Oh please! If I had a crush on anyone, it was Captain America, you, you I barely tolerate!"

"But I am Captain America," Steve teased further, trying to get a reaction out of Tony and gently poking his stomach. "How does it feel to date your favorite hero?"

"St-stop it!" Tony ordered, his face finally becoming red as he tried to slap Steve's hands away and wriggle out. "St-STEVE!"

"Not until you admit that you are my biggest fan," Steve insisted with a huge grin, deciding to cut the teasing already. He used both hands to pin into Tony's sides and wriggled fingers into the soft skin.

"NO!" Tony managed to yell out before laughter took over him. He was trapped between Steve's body and the counter, and while it wasn't a bad situation in itself, he would hope for different circumstances. "Staahahahap!"

"Not until you tell me what I want to hear," Steve kept smiling, enjoying as always the ticklish secret about his boyfriend. Which everyone knew. Which didn't make it a secret anymore. Still, it was incredibly sweet and he loved making Tony squirm.

"Fahahaahaahack!" Tony laughed, pushing on blond's chest uselessly, unable to defend himself from the attack. "Steve, Steve, no, please!" he managed to get out incoherently, when fingers clawed at his stomach, just in that spot where it was particularly unbearable. "BWAHAHAHA!!"

In such moments, Steve was incredibly grateful that Tony was so stubborn. It made the fun longer for both of them.

"Tooonyyyyy," Steve sang, drilling his fingers into the slightly pudgy belly, before delivering another ticklish attack, "you know what I want to hear. Just say it and I will stop."

It was either utter humiliation or die laughing. At least in Tony's eyes. From Steve's perspective, the situation was a whole less serious and a whole lot sweeter.

"Ohkahahahay!!" Tony gave up, barely able to stand anymore. The assault was not long, but precise and focused on his weakest spots, which made it too devastating. Stupid Steve and his expert strategy.

True to his words, Steve stopped. He kept his hands over Tony's sides, just in case. "Well?" he asked, lightly drumming fingers over the skin.

"You said you will stooahahp!" Tony wriggled, pressing arms down to his sides, nose scrunching as the last word was laced with a giggle.

Steve only smiled at the cute reaction. Someone was too ticklish for words to describe. "I will stop," he made a decision and took a step back, raising hands up so Tony could see them. "Now, spill it."

Tony huffed out a puff of air, trying to calm himself down. He would prefer if Steve stayed closer to him so he could hide into his boyfriend's chest and mutter out the embarrassing confession and end this sorry moment. But noo, Steve had to look at him.

With a sorry whine, Tony dropped his head into his palms, hiding. "I… I…"

Steve waited, watching the other man with a fond smile. Flustered Tony was a rare sight.

"I..."

"Hey," Steve stepped closer and wrapped his boyfriend in a hug. "If it's too difficult, you don't have to say it," he smiled into Tony's hair, seeing how much effort the confession cost him.

"But I want to say it!" Tony burst out, looking at Steve with stubborn eyes and a blush on his face. A weirdly adorable combo, that made Steve blink in confusion.

"Steve, I---" Tony started, reaching for blond's hand and rubbing his knuckles with his thumb, focusing his eyes there for now. "This… This was going on for as long as I remember. And I didn't want you to know, because I didn't want you to think I am some kind of stalker or a freak, and like you for the Captain America part---"

"Tony---"

"--- because I like you!" Tony looked back at the stunned soldier. "I like you as you, and--- I never thought I would have a chance to like you as you and I had this whole image of you as Captain America, but you are not like Captain America---"

"I am not?" Steve asked, getting confused.

"No! I mean, you kinda are, you have to be, but--- but this is you. Stubborn and sweet and caring and--- this is the you I like," Tony rambled, getting closer and finally hiding into Steve's chest, holding to his shirt and bunching it in his fist. "And I like you and I still like Captain America, but I know you are two different people and it was hard to say for me at first where Captain America ends and where Steve Rogers starts, but now I know and---"

"Babe, it is okay, really---"

"--- and I love you."

Oh.

The silence was stretching. Before Tony could slip away, feeling that his confession was unrequited, Steve held him close.

"I love you too," he whispered into brunet's ear.

"You better, we are dating for two months," Tony muttered into Steve's shoulder, hiding that his heart started to flutter from emotions.

Steve snorted. "Try two years, babe."

"Huh. That long?"

"That long."

"How come we never said it before?"

"Because we are idiots."

Tony burst into laughter, looking up at the soldier. "And brutally honest. Should have added that to the list of what I love in you," he grinned.

Steve kept looking at Tony with a doting expression. He could write poems about what he loved in Tony. His determination. Generosity. That when he set his mind on something, he always achieved that. His good heart. He could go on and on, just like Tony could go on and on about him.

But still...

"So can you say it? Just for me?" Steve asked with a shy smile.

Tony grunted, rolling his eyes. Stubborn. He should have crossed that out from the list of things he liked about Steve. Sometimes it wasn't so good. Deep breath. "I am Captain America's biggest fan," he said in a slow voice just for Steve to savor the moment, even if his smile was more on the mocking smirk side. It was good enough, and Steve brightened, leaning down to kiss his boyfriend. "And I am lucky to date my hero," Tony continued, becoming more courageous and hoping for some more sweet rewards.

"Aw, babe," Steve kissed Tony again, feeling that he was head over heels in love with Tony Stark. "I am lucky too. I got to dine with my favorite hero," he gave his own confession, looking deep into brunet's eyes.

"Oh yeah?" Tony asked in a teasing voice, but eyes sparkling with love gave away his true feelings.

"Oh yeah," Steve repeated and nodded vigorously, squeezing Tony closer by putting his hands on the round butt. "So… Do you think we can invite Falcon over? Because he is really great and my favorite and---"

"You asshole!" Tony laughed, attempting to swat the already laughing blond, but Steve was faster and zoomed out of the kitchen, Tony closely following. And it didn't matter, that the sauce got burnt and the pasta overboiled and their kitchen became a nightmare, all that mattered was that when before it had happened, they both collapsed on the couch and made out because they both were their biggest fans and were head over heels in love with the other.

[agentem]

Emily’s Not at All Definitive Ranking of Marvel Movies.

I decided to do this based on the fact that I kind of like “Eternals” even though everyone says it’s the worst. I think it’s more middling. Let’s discuss!

1. “Black Panther” Easy. Great performances, made even more impactful by Chadwick Boseman’s untimely passing, detailed world-building and strong villains. Only immediate downside I can think of is wonky CGI.

2. “Thor: Ragnarok” The most fun one, I think. Very rewatchable. Some of the Odin scenes seem off, probably because they were reshot and the tone is off. But I can’t think of much more to complain about.

3. “Iron Man” I always put this one high for its rewatchability. It’s a satisfying beginning, middle and end, unlike some of the more recent films. And the CGI doesn’t look too bad considering it was the first. Plus Jeff Bridges and Shaun Toub.

4. “Captain America: Winter Soldier” Oddly this one has gone down in my estimation lately. Related to its treatment of the female characters as interchangeable. And Scarlett’s wig is so bad. I did get sick of large things crashing from the sky too. But very good overall.

5. “The Avengers” I know a lot of people really don’t like it because a lot of the characterization is broader and more cartoony. And we hate Joss Whedon now. As a New Yorker though I find it very satisfying to see the city get saved for once. It makes me weirdly emotional.Plus I am always happiest when Nick Fury is yelling at government officials. I don’t think SLJ gets praised enough for keeping the early MCU together, since he can work in many different situations (more grounded or more comedic).

6. “Spider-Man: Homecoming.” It’s fun. Peter is a woobie. I don’t have more complex thoughts.

7. “Captain America: Civil War” I love all the performances and interpersonal interactions here. I thought Daniel Bruhl was a great villain. The end fight seems silly and more like Steve and Tony had to fight sometimes. So I get kind of annoyed with both of them, like use your words, eye roll. Not enough Sharon for me, obviously.

8. “Guardians of the Galaxy” This one is mostly light and fun. At the time I complained a lot that I would’ve rather seen the original script about Gamora and that is still the case. I like the Kiln escape a lot though, and want to see more Glenn Close as Nova Prime! How dare you kill her offscreen.

9. “Captain America the First Avenger” I really loved this one when it came out. And I was happy that Peggy got to be more of a character. Liked Tommy Lee Jones. The Red Skull was a very cartoonish villain but it worked with some of the aw-shucks, over the top elements.

10. “Infinity War” Ugh there was a lot I am mad about with this one (Gamora, Vision) but it felt like it was setting up something grand.

11. “Endgame” A lot of people put this at the top. For me it’s a lot of peaks and valleys. Like there are moments I cheer (portals) and other stuff that makes me bad (the team’s shoddy research into the stones) so much is clearly going for the gag or the moment. A lot of that works the first time but if you watch it over it’s just weird.

Around here it gets very hard to pick an order and I feel like if you asked me on another day, I might give you a different list. But they are all mostly good.

12. Captain Marvel

13. Ant-man

14. Black Widow

15. Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings

16. Eternals

17. Thor

18. Iron Man 3

19. Far From Home

Bottom Five

19. “Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2” I don’t even think this one is terrible. I was just more interested in Gamora and Rocket’s plotlines than I was with Peter. Despite Kurt Russell having the best hair ever, Ego isn’t that interesting a villain even if I like the moment when Peter says being like everyone else isn’t bad.

20. “Avengers: Age of Ultron” It’s a frustrating watch. Again Tony is doing something because the title of the movie tells him he must, not because it’s a natural progression (see Civil War). RDJ sells it but... shrug. Natasha stuff just makes me mad. I would like a cut without her saying that line.

21. “Doctor Strange” Despite the valiant effort of Benedict Wong and Chiwetel Egiofor, this movie remains the most racially problematic of the Marvel films. Worse, much of the enjoyment of the film hinges on “visual spectacle” that is fine but if you are shifting in your seat wondering, “is this racist?” it’s hard to focus on that. I also never really liked Strange the way you come to root for Tony Stark even though he is an asshole. I want him to save the world, yes, because I live here. But it doesn’t make me want to hang out with him?

22. “Ant-man and the Wasp” Mostly filler. Though I am glad Janet is back with us, nothing related to Ava or Bill seems to matter except that Scott went to the Quantum Realm.

23. “Iron Man 2” Insert my rant about Nat’s wig. Some good stuff from SLJ, Sam Rockwell and Don Cheadle. Pulled down by Mickey Rourke, Elon Musk, and the weird making a new element leap.

24. “Incredible Hulk” I actually don’t think Ed Norton was a bad Banner but I thought the CGI Hulk was so divorced from his more grounded Banner that it felt like two different movies.

25. “Thor the Dark World” They Fridged Frigga. I am not over it. Still unsure what the sticks at the end do.

[imaginetonyandbucky]

Tony & Bucky were in the beginning part of their real first date when the Avengers alarm goes off setting off a chain of bad luck that ensues. Tony ends up with an injured leg, their homemade dinner ends up both undercooked and burnt to a crisp. Tony gets food posioning, Dum-E blasts them with the fire extinguisher & Steve wont stop intruding on their date. As far as first dates go not good but they just want each other & cuddling can be a good fall back bc Tony gives the best cuddles.

“What?Do I have something on my face?” Tony brushed frantically at hisgoatee.

“Nah,”said Bucky, flushing a little. “I just can’t believe we’reactually doing this.”

“Wehave been dancing around it for a while, haven’t we?” That wasprobably an understatement; it had taken them over a year of piningand the intervention of Sam, Natasha, Bruce, and a small herd ofgoats to get them to admit their mutual attraction and finally make adate.

Coffeewas probably softballing it a little bit, but it had been a rockypath just to get them to the point of friendship; it was probablybest to take things slow and easy. And the coffee shop in the lobbyof Stark Tower was convenient, had a carefully-vetted staff that knewbetter than to get all fannish, and had really good coffee to boot.

Tonycollected his foam-topped mug and carried it back to the quiet littlenook they’d staked out. “So,” he said, and his phone beganbuzzing and emitting a distressed-sounding series of beeps that hadbeen carefully selected because it could cut through even Tony’sbest engineering haze. “Damn it!” He pulled it out and flipped upthe holoscreen, which immediately expanded into a situation map.

Bucky’seyes rounded and he scrambled for his own phone. “Ah, hell,” hegrumbled, scrolling through the sitrip. “Guess we’ll have to takea rain check and go be heroes.”

“Lookslike it,” Tony agreed grudgingly. Still, he let Bucky take his handto help him back up out of the chair, and they shared a weak smile ofmutual sympathy and frustration before parting ways, Bucky demandingdetails on the terrain and Tony barking orders for JARVIS.

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Doombotshit hard, but they weren’t exactly an alien invasion, so the wholefight was wrapped up just in time for dinner. Tony shot ahead of thequinjet on the way home instead of pacing it like he usually did, andstopped off at a market for supplies. By the time the ‘jet landed,Tony was in the workshop unpacking his purchases.

“J,ask Bucky if he’d like to join me down here for a quiet dinnerafter he’s had a chance to clean up.”

“Ofcourse, sir. And might I suggest that you clean up, also?”

“What?”Tony looked down at himself; he was still half-in the suit, andspattered with hydraulic fluid from where one of the Doombots hadgotten in a lucky shot. “Yeah, that’s a good call. Thanks, J.”He rushed through the rest of his preparations and shoved the dishesinto the oven to keep warm, then scurried off to the workshop shower.

Bythe time he’d finished and gotten dressed, Bucky was already in theworkshop, though he wasn’t alone. He was leaning on a table,arguing with Steve about whether the hit he’d taken to the head during thefight merited medical attention.

“–ifit were anyone else, Buck, they’d be laid out!”

“Butit ain’t anyone else, Steve, it’s just me,” Bucky sighed. Hebrightened considerably when Tony came around the corner. “Tony,hey!”

“Hithere,” Tony returned, feeling weirdly shy. “Steve, relax, I’vegot this. I’ll keep an eye on him to make sure he’s notconcussed, okay?”

Stevehemmed and hawed, but finally agreed. “Oh, and the suit took somedamage, too,” he added. “A rip between the third and fourthlateral plates. Can you fix that, or…?”

“Yeah,sure,” Tony said. “Bring it down whenever.”

Stevefinally left, and Bucky leaned against the counter of the littlekitchenette that Tony mostly used for storing smoothie ingredientsand protein bars. “Smells good,” he said.

“Yeah?It’s been a while since I’ve made my mom’s lasagne,” Tonyadmitted. “But it’s good, you’ll like it.” He was justreaching for the plates when the smoke alarm went off.BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP–“Oh,shit, shit, shit–” He grabbed for the oven mitts and pulled thepan from the oven. The cheese on the top was burnt black. “Shit!”

DUM-Erolled over, fire extinguisher at the ready, and Tony stopped himwith a sternly pointed finger. “Back off, you bucket of bolts, orI’m turning you into a coffee machine.” He looked back at hisruined creation. He’d set the oven too hot, he thought, trying tocook it faster.

“Hey,it’s okay, it happens,” Bucky said, soothing. “Come on, I betif we scrape that off, the rest will be great.”

“Whatthe hell kind of lasagne doesn’t have cheese on the top?” Tonycomplained. But he didn’t have any other options, so he peeled offthe burnt cheese and cut slices for them both.

Itwasn’t too bad, if a touch al dente… Okay, more than a touch.Okay, the pasta hadn’t baked nearly long enough to soften thenoodles, and they were still crunchy. It was slightly hilarious towatch Bucky trying to pretend he liked it, but Tony stopped him afterthe third bite. “No, stop, that’s just… It’s terrible, okay?I know it’s terrible, you don’t have to fake it. Just… Stop.”He dropped his head into his hands.”

“Relax,Tony,” Bucky said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Shit happens.I really appreciate that you went to the effort–”

“SoI checked with the others,” Steve said, coming into the workshopwith an armful of uniforms, “and some of them need repairs, too,and I thought I’d just–”

“Stevie,”Bucky gritted.

“What?”Steve’s eyes were round and bewildered.

Buckypinched at the bridge of his nose. “Pal, I ain’t got a spare datefor you this time. You need to get going.”

“Spare…This is a date?”How about that: Captain America squeaked when he was startled andembarrassed. “Oh, shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize! I’lljust… go. Then.”

“Bye now,”Bucky said pointedly.

Theywatched as Steve hurriedly left the damaged uniforms on the nearestflat surface and scurried for the door. Bucky huffed as the doorclosed behind him. “Punk. Now, as I was sayin’…”

“Holdthat thought,” Tony said, suddenly queasy. He bolted for thebathroom and emptied his guts. “JARVIS,” he croaked. “Is itsome kind of poison? What’s going on? Did one of the ‘bots get meafter all?”

“Youseem to be suffering a mild case of food poisoning, sir,” JARVISsaid. “It should pass momentarily.”

“Whatdoes momen–” Tony had to stop and dry heave for a while. “Oh,god, someone kill me now.”

Awarm hand brushed through his hair, and when he looked up, Bucky wasthere, offering him a glass of water. “Here. Better’n havingnothing in your stomach, trust me.”

“Thisis not how I was hoping this would go,” Tony said. He took atentative sip of the water.

“Believeit or not, still not my worst first date ever,” Bucky said. He toldTony that story while Tony nursed the water, and that was okay –Bucky told it wonderfully, with great expression and just the perfectamount of exaggeration, and after a while, Tony was laughing, andBucky was smiling back, and–

BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP!

“Oh,shit, dessert!”Tonyscrambled up from the floor and made it to the oven just in time forDUM-E to empty the fire extinguisher all over him.

Tonywiped the foam from his face and glared at the robot. DUM-E had thesense to guiltily back away and return to the charging station. Tonyturned off the oven. He propped his elbows on the counter and droppedhis head into his hands. “Is it the worst now?”he muttered.

“Nah.I’ve got one more idea, okay?”

“Can’tpossibly be any worse than the rest of it,” Tony sighed.

“Yougo get cleaned up again,” Bucky suggested, “and then come an’meet me in the living room.”

“Theliving room? It’s movie night,” Tony protested. “Everyone willbe there.”

“Trustme,” Bucky said.

“Well,if you’re going to put it like that.”

Buckypatted his back, and left. Tony didn’t move from his dejected poseuntil he’d heard the door close behind him.

Everyonewas in the living room, as predicted. They were watching ThePrincess Bride,however, which wasn’t what was on the schedule.

AndBucky had somehow managed to wrest Natasha and Clint out of theloveseat, and was already holding a big bowl of popcorn. He tuggedTony down next to him, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders,fitting their sides together like pieces of a puzzle. “There,” hesaid warmly, balancing the bowl on their legs. “Don’t need to beall fancy. Just wanna be close to you.”

Ittook a little while for Tony to really relax into it, to begin tobelieve that no further interruptions were imminent. But finally,just as the grandfather was reassuring the grandson that Buttercupwas not going to be eaten by the shrieking eels, Tony snuggled downinto the cushions and let himself lean into Bucky’s side, lettingout a slow breath.

Buckynuzzled at Tony’s temple. “Still think this is the worst firstdate ever?” he murmured.

“Maybenot the worst,”Tony admitted, suppressing a sappy smile.

~ @27dragons

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

The MCU fandom :D

I’m going to stick to the films if it’s all the same to you.

The character I love:  How about top 5 in no particular order…

     Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Peter Quill, and Loki

The character I hate: General Ross, fuck that guy

The character I would call if I was in trouble: Steve Rogers 

     He’ll have my back if we have to fight our way out.  On the other hand, if we have to talk our way out, who can say no to Captain America?

The character I would trust to plan my birthday party:  Pepper Potts 

     She’s organized and pays attention to individual needs and so won’t force a huge spectacle if I don’t want it. 

The character I would share fries with:  Thor 

     He’d probably steal all my fries, but he just seems like a great guy to be around.  Plus, he’d probably buy me more fries as an apology.

The character who would be my best friend: Tony Stark weirdly enough 

     I don’t make friends easily and usually need an extrovert to adopt me.  Tony would seem the type to do that.  Plus, we both seem to have the same type of humor and I don’t mind having someone talk my ear off about something their passionate about even if I don’t understand what they’re saying.  I think we’d be cool.

The character I would hang out with on a rainy day: Bruce Banner

     Bruce seems like the type of guy who doesn’t need to constantly be doing something.  If it’s raining outside I’d probably just watch over his shoulder and talk while he’s in the lab or watch a movie or whatever.  Just no pressure to be anywhere in particular.

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Come to me now and rest your head part 4: New Year’s eve (MCU Captain America fanfic)

This is a re-post from AO3.

This is part 4 of a 15-chapter fic about Bucky’s return and recovery, as told through a year’s worth of rough holidays. Not every chapter will be emeto, but all have some form of physical illness or mental health struggle that could be categorized as sickfic or whump.

We are in powers/no powers choose-your-own-adventure.

No puke in this one either, but more anxiety, nightmares, and injuries.

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Steve gives Bucky a thorough pep talk on the morning of New Year’s Eve.

“I don’t know if you remember this, stuff’s changed over the years.  Well, not that much, but anyway…”  He’s having trouble getting to the point.

They’re sitting side-by-side on the couch watching Animal Planet, and Bucky’s not sure if Steve’s talking about the tropical birds on screen or something else.

“New Year’s Eve is a pretty big party night.  You know, we used to…go do stuff…”

Ok.  That’s what they’re talking about.

“I don’t want…” Bucky starts.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Steve immediately soothes.  “We’re not going out.  But, other people probably are.  And there are sometimes lots of loud noises, like champagne popping.  Or fireworks.”  He pauses.  “Sometimes they…shoot off guns at midnight.”

Bucky chews at his lip.  “That’s…why?”

“I don’t know,” Steve says.  “It’s stupid.  Also illegal.  They’re not supposed to, but they might.”  He places his hand on Bucky’s shoulder in the way they’ve found is soothing without being overwhelming.  “There might be some…stressors tonight.  But we’ll get through it.  Sam’s coming over, remember?  We’ll watch some movies, hang out, get through it together.”

Bucky nods.  He picks at the label on his nutritional shake.  It’s kind of unfair that he’s just come back to reality and now all these stressors are piling up, threatening to overwhelm him at every turn.  But then again, he’s kind of stupid for thinking he deserves to get away scot free.

By 5pm, Bucky’s definitely on edge.  He lies and tells Steve he’s not, but he’s sure Steve can see through it.  He changes his shirt four times because the necklines feel like they’re creeping up to choke him.

At 6:30, Steve sits him down at the kitchen table with the Eddie Bauer after-Christmas-sales catalogue and immediately orders everything Bucky points out.  “You’ll be a lot more comfortable in your own clothes,” Steve says as he chooses the option for rush shipping.  Then he glances at Bucky’s concerned face.  “That doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to borrow mine.  Whatever you want to do, it’s fine.  But I think you’ll be happier in V-neck.”

At 9:00, Sam shows up with three grocery sacks of junk food and the original Star Wars trilogy on BluRay.  Steve cues up the first movie and distributes ginger ale and hot chocolate.  Bucky warily eyes the bowl of Doritos on the coffee table, unsure of whether he wants to risk ingesting something so neon orange.

“Here,” Steve’s holding out a box of Junior Mints.  “You’ll probably like these.  The mint won’t kill your stomach too bad.”

Bucky takes a couple of the candies and sucks on them until they dissolve.  They are nice.  Familiar and less acrid than most of the other unhealthy food he’s tried (and largely failed) to eat.

Steve sits on the couch beside him, and after the usual rundown of questions (Are you hungry?  How are you feeling?), they settle down to actually watch the movie.

Bucky doesn’t quite follow, but some stuff seems weirdly familiar, like he can’t really remember if he’s seen Star Wars before.  The thought is fleeting, though, as he’s starting to feel exhausted.  At 10:30, Steve throws Bucky the afghan and shifts down to the other end of the couch so Bucky can stretch out a little.

James is busting down the house’s door with his elbow.  Four or five men stand with their hands behind their heads, facing the dining room wall.  Without being able to see their faces, they all could be the target.  Or one of them.  Or none of them.  James can’t afford to fail the mission.  One by one, he executes each with a shot through the back of the head…

Bucky jerks awake and is on his feet before he recognizes what his body’s trying to do.  The blanket is tangled around his legs, and his eyes aren’t even completely open when he’s crashing into the coffee table, ceramic and corn chips and lukewarm cocoa exploding under his arm and chest.

“Bucky, hey, hey, come here,” Steve’s attempting to loudly soothe over the sounds of the TV.  He gets arms around Bucky’s torso and pulls him back toward the couch.  Bucky’s breathing hard, trying to get a grip on his dizziness and disorientation.  He can hear it now, the distant sharp boom of gunshots.

“Are they seriously doing 12?” Sam asks no one in particular, looking disgusted and tense himself as he sweeps some of the broken glass and food into a more manageable pile on the coffee table.

“Alright, hey, look at me,” Steve says, keeping Bucky from burying his face in his hand.  And it’s a good thing he does, because there are minute sharp tooth-like bits of broken ceramic embedded in Bucky’s palm.

“Shit,” Steve mutters, and he calls Sam over to take a look.  “Is this…?  Do we need to go to the hospital?”

“No, no, no…” Bucky mumbles, feeling sick.  He’s not comfortable leaving the house, let alone going somewhere with…other people…

Sam takes Bucky’s hand and squints at the punctures.  “If you got tweezers and rubbing alcohol, I can probably swing it,” Sam says.  “I don’t think they’re deep enough to need stitches, but if I do it, it’s probably going to hurt.”

“’S fine…” Bucky murmurs.

“Ok, come in where there’s good light.”  Sam leads Bucky into the kitchen while Steve runs upstairs for first-aid supplies.  As soon as Bucky’s seated at the table, he drops his forehead to the hard wood surface.  The smell of chocolate and artificial nacho cheese on his T-shirt is nauseating.  His voice isn’t working, and Bucky’s useless with Sam holding his right hand hostage, so he sort of wiggles his stump arm in his sleeve until Steve shows back up, takes pity on him, and yanks the soiled fabric over his head.

It stings terribly when Sam sterilizes the small wounds in Bucky’s palm, and when he slides out the broken glass, and again when he smooths Band-Aids over the punctures.  Sam instructs him to watch for swelling and oozing, but assures him he’ll be ok.

The first time Bucky gets hurt after he comes back home, the pain of the wound is nothing compared to the pain that still sits in his heart.

[aenariasbookshelf]

@iamteambucky, @katt-tewks, you had questions about the Incrediblesverse, and I have a looooooong post full of answers for you.  @iamteambucky, I’m answering your novella of a question over here too, I figured I’d combine all the questions.

Okay, on we go with my novella of a response...

So now I am refreshed and the fact that Darcy got hey golden glow on doesn't strike me as weirdly as it did earlier this week.  I do wonder though if there's a bit more to this Asgardian weapon than what even she knows. (Honestly, and this might be reaching out into left field completely) but my first thought on reading that scene again and how she seemed to know instinctively how to control it was that she may have been possessed. Not in the Loki sense. But as if a entity was tied to this ability. Does this make sense to you? Cause I feel like I've butchered my explanation.

-        No, I get exactly what you mean there, so don’t worry, it made sense.  In regards to Darcy’s ability, I wouldn’t say it’s as much an entity possession as it was maternal instinct kicking in.  Like, the sudden thoughts in the space of a moment: ‘Kids are in danger, MUST PROTECT’ which led to the zapped tree branch coming through the windshield and the golden glow thing.  While I haven’t quite defined Darcy’s powers yet (the idea came from another fic I had started working on that didn’t really go anywhere as is, but the concept works perfectly here), I don’t think she’s possessed by an Asgardian entity.

   I've also wondered since the second part of the series, how are they keeping Ben from floating out of his crib during the night. I feel like if they hadn't figured out a way, then at least one (most likely Steve who requires less sleep and possibly works from home) would stay alert during the night so he's not injured.

-        I like to imagine that there’s some sort of screen, like a loose mosquito netting, that’s been placed over the crib temporarily and safely secured to keep any floating babies from making their escape during the night when Steve’s not around.  And you’re also correct about Steve working from home – he’s basically a freelance/comic book artist here (under another pen name, of course), so while he may have to take business trips occasionally, more often than not he’s working from home and also taking care of the kids during the days while Darcy’s at work.  If you remember the Incredibles movie though, you’ll note that the baby there went through a number of powers in the movie.  So let’s just say that the floating baby phase will pass sooner rather than later (and yes, I have decided what Ben’s final and permanent ability will be).

   One more question. Is Sam Dani's dad or is he just a random off screen character? I mean he lives/works in the city (Which doesn't necessarily mean NYC) but again another thing that immediately popped into my head when I was reading.

-        Sam is most definitely NOT Dani’s dad.  While Dani’s personality as seen in this fic is pretty much mostly created by me, she is actually a canon Marvel character (in the books, at least.  This character has not made it into the MCU as yet), as are her parents.  The backstory of her and her mother moving away from the city is based on a canon event also from a while ago.  I think I’ve left enough clues in the story for you guys to figure out who her dad is, but if you can’t figure it out hit me up privately and I’ll divulge. :D

   Bucky's arm is still metal, so does he wear a fake flesh colored sleeve over his arm or is it some type of camouflage technology in his arm already?

-        Flesh colored sleeve.  Probably from Wakanda, however that’s still up for debate (basically, I haven’t decided if I want T’challa to be one of the very few people who know that Steve and Bucky are still alive…I mean, I want him to be one of those people, but I don’t know if the logistics will work out for it).  I imagine that the prosthetic itself is still highly technologically advanced whether it’s the original or a rebuilt one from the Wakandans, but the metal itself is too distinctive, so a cover to make it look like a more mundane prosthetic albeit a still highly advanced one helps with the anonymity.

I’ve thought over your question for a little bit. I feel at this time, at least until we get something more about “Uncle Jimmy”, that Bucky seems content with his life. He has his dog, Frankie, as a companion to ward off being completely alone. Plus he’s just a phone call away from his family. But I mean, he could have a special person not yet introduced. My real question is, does Sam know they are still alive? Does he check in one them occasionally?

Also, Jane was mentioned. So if Jane is still in contact with Darcy, is she aware of Steve and Bucky. Which would shall lead to is Thor aware? I told you I could go on about this so much. Every question/answer branches off into a new topic I could bring up in regards to this series.

-        There is a very small, select group of people who know that Steve and Bucky are still alive. Sam is definitely one of them, as is Jane.  Both of them were guests at Steve and Darcy’s wedding (along with Bucky, Darcy’s mom, stepdad, and Joey.  They did things a little out of the traditional order).  The kids have met Sam when they were younger, but it’s been a few years since they’ve seen Sam and haven’t connected Dad’s friend Sam with OMG Captain America.  But they’re still most certainly in contact, and Sam has been known to call up Steve to ‘consult’ with him when he runs into a particularly sticky problem.

-        Jane was probably one of the first people to ‘accuse’ Darcy of dating a supposedly dead Steve Rogers, just because she’d met him at Stark Tower with Thor and despite the dopey looking beard on his face, he’s definitely not fooling her. ;)  Jane’s good at keeping a secret though, and she’s seen just how good Steve is for Darcy.

-        Thor is not aware of Steve and Bucky’s continued existence.  Part of the backstory that I’ve concocted for this verse is that one of the things that spurred Darcy to go back to New Mexico to get a master’s degree was Jane and Thor breaking up (aka me pulling from speculation about the next Thor movie) and Darcy deciding that she needed to make a change in her life for herself.  And even if Heimdall were to mention something to Thor, he who sees all can probably see that Steve and Bucky want to live the quiet life away from being superheroes, and so he won’t mention anything to Thor unless they are in dire need of his help.

-        Natasha also knows that Bucky is still alive, though not that Steve is (they did not ‘die’ at the same time, which kind of helped in the long run at actually making this whole scheme of their plausible).  She may end up shooting Bucky in the kneecap for keeping that secret from her for years, but Bucky will do anything to keep Steve and his family safe.  It’s not a hard choice. ;)

Can we talk about Bucky not having a girl/guy? I realize friendship is amazing and he does have this incredible family, but I still want him to have someone who tells him he’s beautiful. Is Daisy in this verse?

-        When you say Daisy, I presume you mean Daisy Johnson?  I’ll be honest, I haven’t been keeping up with Agents of SHIELD, so I probably won’t be bringing in any of those characters really as I don’t know if I could do them justice.  I will say though, especially in light of my comment above about Natasha, that I am an inveterate Bucky/Nat shipper.  So do with that information what you will. ;)

I still need to work on some more of Bucky’s story in this verse – what he does when he’s up in Maine, does he have a job?  Fun hobbies? So keep asking the questions about him, it’ll make me think and we’ll come up with the good answers together. :D

[ao3feed-buckybarnes]

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by anothercover

There are about seventeen different platforms available for video calls, but since no one could agree on which was the best, Okoye went full-general and finally made a declaration: all group calls will be done via Google meets, everyone will use a computer and stay seated for the duration of the conversation, and no one will snack on anything crunchy or slurpy. “No more multitasking,” she ordered. “We’re gonna focus and be present for each other.”

Months later, when they’ve been having these calls for far longer than anyone expected, Natasha’s sort of glad they put a formal structure in place. Anytime she’s had spurts of annoyance, she’s self-aware enough to know that the root cause is she’s sick of video calls, period – they’re weirdly draining, in a way she never would have expected. But it’s also the only time she gets to see anyone besides Clint, James, and randoms when it’s her turn to hit the grocery store; it’s this or nothing. She misses her friends.

 [A one-shot in the runaways are running the nightverse: Natasha, Nakia, Okoye, Jessica Jones, and Valkyrie are an all-girl rock band; Natasha, Clint, and Bucky are in a relationship, and now everyone's in quarantine, making the best of it.]

Words: 5614, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of runaways are running the night

Fandoms: Black Panther (2018), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies), Thor (Movies), Jessica Jones (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Nakia (Black Panther), Jessica Jones, Okoye (Marvel), Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes

Relationships: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie/Jessica Jones, Nakia (Black Panther)/T'Challa, M'Baku/Okoye (Marvel), Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Rock Stars, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Found Family, Female Friendship, Threesome - F/M/M

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[ao3feed-buckynat]

be my quaran-tine

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by anothercover

There are about seventeen different platforms available for video calls, but since no one could agree on which was the best, Okoye went full-general and finally made a declaration: all group calls will be done via Google meets, everyone will use a computer and stay seated for the duration of the conversation, and no one will snack on anything crunchy or slurpy. “No more multitasking,” she ordered. “We’re gonna focus and be present for each other.”

Months later, when they’ve been having these calls for far longer than anyone expected, Natasha’s sort of glad they put a formal structure in place. Anytime she’s had spurts of annoyance, she’s self-aware enough to know that the root cause is she’s sick of video calls, period – they’re weirdly draining, in a way she never would have expected. But it’s also the only time she gets to see anyone besides Clint, James, and randoms when it’s her turn to hit the grocery store; it’s this or nothing. She misses her friends.

 [A one-shot in the runaways are running the nightverse: Natasha, Nakia, Okoye, Jessica Jones, and Valkyrie are an all-girl rock band; Natasha, Clint, and Bucky are in a relationship, and now everyone's in quarantine, making the best of it.]

Words: 5614, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of runaways are running the night

Fandoms: Black Panther (2018), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies), Thor (Movies), Jessica Jones (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Nakia (Black Panther), Jessica Jones, Okoye (Marvel), Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes

Relationships: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie/Jessica Jones, Nakia (Black Panther)/T'Challa, M'Baku/Okoye (Marvel), Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Rock Stars, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Found Family, Female Friendship, Threesome - F/M/M

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