#widow answers

[dirtyvulture]

NAT NAT NAT.

what about shy!nat with a big size kink, absolutely adoring how beefy!reader's arms completely envelop her when they cuddle...

nat who's so responsive and vocal in bed, loving missionary mostly because of the fact that she can pull you down on her, your weight grounding (and fucking hot).

"make it fit," she says as she's whining, the new strap she wanted to try too big for her.

"you think i wasn't going to, natty? oh, i knew you wouldn't be able to take this on your own. i'm going to ruin you, pretty girl. you're gonna take everything, just like you asked for, just like you wanted."

nghh belly bulge and just fucking nat dumb. i'm weakkk.

Oh anon 😭

Nat clawing onto your thighs when you won't stop teasing her with the strap, trying to pull you closer to her so she can put it in herself. But it's impossible for her to fight against your strength so she lies there begging and pleading for you to hurry up and fill her.

And then when you finally enter her, Nat soaks the strap when she looks down and sees you rubbing your thumb over the outline on her stomach.

Then you lean forward and pin her down by her waist and Nat is always amazed at how much bigger and stronger you are than here--a thought that quickly leaves her mind when you start moving your hips.

[uncharted-constellations]

I... Cannot stop

[timbit-robin-art]

a few of us on here believe that bucky and natasha should be couple friends with rogue and gambit and they should go on double dates together. nat and rogue are friends because of their time in the avengers together but we cant decide if gambit and bucky would get along. so your idea of bucky and gambit having a history bc gambit stole something from hydra makes this scenario even more hilarious

I think results are still pending on whether or not Bucky and Gambit would get along.

[the-mpreg-guy]

please elaborate on the idea of a cas widower arc because I'm very intrigued 👀 frankly I think he would do his best to grin and bear it because he's always in that soldier mindset or whatever, but the concept of cas having a nuclear meltdown over dean dying is soooo good. he can muscle his way through anything - except the loss of his husband. plus maybe then he would understand what dean goes through every 3 seasons lol

THROUWS UP

Things I want to see in a Cas Widower Arc no matter the season:

Cas hunt Sam for sport

Sam hunt Cas for sport

Sam and Cas both hunt Crowley for sport (together and separately. Like in s10 but if s10 were better)

Go completely lone wolf and then have a moment where he realizes that there's no one in the entire universe who's going to bust his balls about it. I think he might cry or commit a murder

Try to hookup with someone who looks like Dean and peace out halfway through

Have an actual argument with Jack and pull a disappearing act afterwards (avoidant king) (only works if this is late seasons Destiel)

Form a codependent relationship with Sam but they can't stand each other long enough to hang out for longer than five minutes

Have a fight with Sam over who understood Dean better

Give himself bangs

Make deals with ancient primordial creatures to bind Dean's soul to his grace to bring him back, but doesn't read the fine print and now Dean is immortal so he immediately dips and doesn't talk to Dean for ten years out of embarrassment

On a more serious note I would love love love a Cas Widower arc where Dean's death is the final straw that makes him turn is back on Heaven for good and stop trying to fix it and the angels.

[scarlethexelove]

Hi! Request you ask? Well, what do you think about Wanda x Natasha x Reader being in a relationship but after a while Nat and Wands are slightly ignoring R, which makes her question their relationship. Wanda and Nat are doing that because R was on a long mission and they fell into a routine without R.

I Don't Even Know You Anymore

The image is not mine.

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader, Bucky x Reader (Siblings)

Word Count: 3904

Warnings: Angsty for sure, break ups, allusion to depression, I guess suicidal tendencies, Gun shots, bloody injuries, I guess no happy ending just an open ending. I'm not sure what else.

Part 2 What About Now?

A/n: this one got out of hand. I did not expect to write almost 4k words. But I hope you enjoy. I normally don't leave it with a none happy ending but this one felt like it needed it. If anyone comes up with other warnings I should add please let me know. I hope you all enjoy.

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN

Your body aches as you wait for the quinjet door to open. Excited to be home after being gone for 3 months. Also being excited to see both of your girlfriends smiling faces. You weren’t able to talk to them because this mission was covert. It was just you and Clint for 6 months, but it was finally over. 

The door opens and as you look around. You're disappointed when you see no one waiting. You expected your girlfriends to be waiting for you when you got back. You haven’t been able to talk to them because the mission was covert. Only weekly check-ins with Fury were done which would be relayed to the team. This was to keep you and Clint safe. So it was sad when you returned and the two people you wanted to see the most weren’t there waiting for you.

As your demeanor deflates, Clint places a hand on your shoulder. “Maybe they had a mission or maybe Fury didn’t tell them we would be home today. Don’t worry Y/n/n.” Clint smiled reassuring you. You don’t know how he knows what you are thinking because he has always been able to read you like an open book. “Yeah, yeah you're right I’m just overthinking it.” You give him a weak smile. Something deep down is still nagging you. 

You both make your way into the compound. If your girlfriends aren’t around then you want to be able to go take a nice long hot shower and take a nap. You are exhausted and just need some small comforts. But as you make your way through the common area you are shocked and hurt to see your girlfriends sitting on the couch and the rest of the team surrounding them in chairs. 

Your brother Bucky is sitting across from them. When he notices you he jumps up and comes over and about squeezes you to death. “Hey sis!” Bucky exclaims. “Hey Buck.” You pat at his back hoping he will let you down, which thankfully he does. So that is when you turn your attention to the redhead and brunette sitting in front of you.

“Hi Nat. Hi Wands. I’ve missed you both.” You give them a gentle smile. Up until this point they really hadn’t given you a second thought. You were feeling hurt but hopefully it is just a big misunderstanding. ‘Hey Y/n.” Natasha greets you. But the fact that she used your name and not a pet name stung a bit. Wanda only gave you a gentle smile but you didn’t feel that it was genuine.    

“I-I’m going to go take a shower and take a nap if either of you would like to join me.” You say hoping that maybe the way they are treating you is just all in your head and they just are shocked to see you back. “We were just about to start a movie. So you go ahead and do that. You look pretty rough and in need of that.” Wanda finally says to you. “O-oh ok. Enjoy your movie.” You respond hurt hoping that no one notices the wavering of your voice. 

You ignore the looks you are getting from the team. They all give you a look of pity and you hate it. So you quickly make your way out of the room. You miss the look of anger on your brother's face towards the two women. He can see your hurt as you make your exit. You don’t want to stick around where you are clearly not wanted. 

Once you make your way into your shared bedroom and straight into the bathroom. You strip your grimy suit off and toss it into the hamper before turning on the water and stepping into the nice hot shower. You let the water rush over you, rinsing all the tension and hurt away. A few tears slipping down your face and into the drain. 

After standing there for a few minutes you finally look around for your soap, shampoo, and conditioner but they are all missing. Maybe you ran out before you left and forgot to replace them. It has been 6 months and that sounds like something you would do. So you use Wanda’s shampoo and conditioner and Natasha’s body wash. 

Once you feel adequately clean you step out of the shower drying off and walking into the bedroom. You see your favorite hoodie of Natasha’s and slip it on. Before climbing into bed and curling up. You see your bear that Wanda had gotten you one time when you were sick strewn almost off the bed. You grab it and wrap your arms around it. Within minutes you are passed out in the bed. Your heart is heavy and your mind confused.  

When you groggily wake up you look at the time and it is already 9pm. You slept most of the day. Your stomach roars with hunger so you listen as you crawl out of bed. You grab a pair of sweatpants and throw those on before heading out towards the kitchen. In your sleepy state you hadn’t even noticed that you were carrying around the teddy bear in your arms. You chuckle to yourself before setting it down on the counter going to make yourself some food. 

You whip up something to eat before sitting down at the counter. You slowly eat your food. The compound is quiet as you eat alone. Once you have finished eating you clean up your dishes and put them all away before making your way back towards your room to get more sleep. 

As you get to the door you are shocked when you find it locked and you can’t get in. You try and knock but get no response, but that is when you hear it. Your enhanced hearing picks up on Wanda’s moans and Natasha’s grunts. They get louder with each passing second that you stand there shocked. You feel your heart shatter in your chest. You weren’t just overthinking that they were giving you the cold shoulder. They were just waiting for you to leave them alone to lock you out. To seemingly break up with you. 

Tears start streaming down your face, a small sob escaping your lips. A door clicks open, you turn and see your brother looking at you. But all you can do is run. He tries to call after you but you run to your old room. The one that you had before you moved in with Natasha and Wanda. You slam the door shut and lock it before letting your back hit the door. You slowly sink to the floor sobbing and clutching the bear in your arms. 

That is when you notice the room. It is filled with most of your things. You had been so exhausted when you got back that you hadn’t realized that your things were missing from your shared bedroom. Your sobs become uncontrollable as you curl up in a ball in front of the door. You can hear your brother banging on the door to let him in but you don’t move. You can’t move. You're frozen in place like all those years with Hydra. You were nothing again. 

And that is where you stay locked in your room for most of the day sleeping the day away. Only coming out at night when everyone is asleep. Bucky occasionally stays up just so he can see how you are. You don’t say much but you let him be around and he is grateful for that. Sometimes you catch Steve in the early morning when he gets up for his run and you're heading to bed. He always gives you a sad smile. You can’t stand the look of pity in his eyes and you don’t want to see it from the rest of the team either. 

What you don’t notice is that Natasha and Wanda have also been watching you in the morning. They realize that they took it too far but they don’t know how to fix it. They still love you deeply and hate themselves for how they treated you. 

But Bucky sees them. You’re already in your room as he walks by the two women. He only scowls at them. He would love to do more but as much as wants to he knows that you would not forgive him. No matter what they did to you, you still care about them. 

You're startled awake when you hear FRIDAY speaking. “Miss.Barnes you are requested for a mission immediately.” “Do I have to go?” You mumble taking your pillow and covering your head. “Yes Miss.Barnes Fury has assigned you to a rescue mission. The quinjet leaves in 15 minutes.” FRIDAY informs you. “FRIDAY who else is on the mission?” You question scared that you may have to see the two women. “Mr.Barnes and Mr.Rogers will be accompanying you.” You let out a sigh of relief hearing that it will be your brother and Steve who you see as another brother. 

You get up and quickly take a shower. It has been a few days, you haven’t had the energy to bring yourself to do it. Once you are done you slip on your suit. Not completely surprised that it doesn’t exactly fit. You have lost weight due to rarely eating. Only eating enough to survive. So it hangs loose on you but you don’t have time to care. 

You make your way out to the quinjet and join the two men standing there. You have been wearing baggy clothes so the two can see just how terrible you look. But they don’t dare say anything. They love you but they know never to push you into something you don’t want to talk about or do. 

You settle into the seat as the quinjet takes off. “So does anyone want to fill me in on what is going on?” You question. “Hydra has taken a group of scientists and doctors hostage. We need to rescue them before they are forced to do something for hydra. This is a time sensitive and top priority mission.” Steve tells you before you guys go over the game plan of your roles during the mission. 

Once you land you all have to split up. It is unknown where they are being held and the place is so large that in order to do it quickly and efficiently you have to split up. You pull your gun and head off to the right side of the building. Taking out Hydra agents left and right. Keeping up communication with your brother and Steve as you clear each section you were tasked to search. 

As you make your way down the hall you appear into a room. You see about fifteen Hydra agents and also the hostages. You press on your com. “I found the hostages but also about fifteen Hydra agents.” You whisper. “Y/n wait for backup we will be there in a few minutes.” Steve informs you. “I’m going in.” You ignore Steve’s orders. “Y/n/n you need to wait for backup.” Bucky tried to keep you from doing something stupid. “I can take them.” You tell them. Both of them keep trying to convince you to wait for them. It started to frustrate you so you pulled out your coms and stepped on it. 

You rush in and you’re able to take down ten of the Hydra agents, but then they are able to start overwhelming you. The remaining five were able to overtake you. One was able to get you down on your knees. One agent kneed you in the jaw almost causing you to bite off your tongue. You have blood in your mouth before you're completely knocked down. They don’t stop the beating there. They start kicking you. Several kicks to the head have you disoriented and barely conscious. 

One rolls you on your back as you spit some blood out. You can barely see but you can make out the silhouette of a gun. Just before he is about to discharge his weapon you can hear the distinct whooshing sound of Steve’s shield. It barely misses the man as he gets a shot off but it is enough for him to miss his main target, your head. The bullet hits your shoulder making you cry out. Before Steve can get another throw off the man is able to get off three more shots. Two hitting you in the lower stomach and one in your upper stomach lower chest area. 

All you can do is whimper in pain as you’re sure that the last one hit your lung. You can hear Steve taking out the remaining agents. As he does the door slams open and you hear Bucky yell out for you and that is the last thing that you remember. He sees you in a puddle of blood barely moving as he falls down next to you. He puts his hands over your wounds trying to stop the bleeding. One of the hostages comes over to you. “I’m a doctor, I can help.” So he and Bucky get to work on stabilizing you and being able to move you. 

They are able to get you out of there with the hostages. Once everyone is on the quinjet and it has taken off the doctor does everything he can to keep you alive long enough to get you to the compound so that you get the help that is needed. On the journey back you flatlined three times but the doctor was able to get you back each time. Luckily they keep blood for each avengers blood type on the quinjets in case of emergencies. 

Once the quinjet lands the doors are quickly opened and the team of doctors waiting move in and take you straight into surgery in hopes of saving your life. Bucky and Steve make their way into the waiting room where the other avengers are waiting. Everyone has a somber look on their face. The team was notified that someone was injured badly but they weren’t informed who. As they see the two men they know that it was you who was hurt. 

Seconds later the door to the waiting room slams open. Wanda and Natasha come running through the door. They look around and spot Bucky and Steve and their hearts drop. They know it was you. You were the one who was hurt and could possibly not make it though. The team was told it was bad and that whoever was hurt may not make it through. 

“W-what happened?” Wanda stuttered out tears in her eyes. Bucky quickly moves towards them and points at them. “This is your fault. Both of you. Get the fuck out of here before I make you.” Bucky yells at them. Natasha steps in front of Wanda and gets closer to Bucky. “We aren’t leaving.” She stands her ground. “If it wasn’t for you two she would be fine. You broke her. You broke my sister. You don’t deserve to be here.” Tears prick at Bucky’s eyes. After everything that you and him had been through you don’t deserve this. “She didn’t care about her safety. She ran in there without backup because she didn’t care to live anymore. She became reckless, no care if she lived or died. If my sister dies it will be all your fault and I could never forgive you. Now get the hell out of here before I make you!” Bucky continues to yell at the women. Natasha stands stoic but Wanda pulls her to leave. Not wanting to upset the room. 

They exit the room together. Natasha is doing everything she can to keep herself together and not break down. The door swings open and Clint steps out after the two. Natasha turns to him and she sees the disappointed look in his eyes. “I-” Clink cuts her off, raising his hand. “Natasha you are my best friend but Bucky is right about some things. What you two did to her was wrong. If you wanted to end things you should have done it the right way but you two were cowards. You truly broke her and even I’m not sure I forgive you for that right now. I still love you but you need to get your shit together.” Clint says giving Natasha and Wanda a reality check on just how much they fucked up. “I still love her.” Natasha whispered tears shining in her eyes. “Well if you do then you need to work on that. God forbid she doesn’t die in there and she actually agrees to even see you let alone forgive you you have a lot of work to do. She didn’t deserve any of that and you don’t deserve her. She was too good for you. If she does by miracle make it through you fix it. Both of you.” Clint finishes before turning to head back into the waiting room. “She was too good for either of us, we didn't deserve her.” Wanda says as she cries holding back a sob. Clint stops with his hand on the door. “I hope you both have the chance to fix this.” Was the last thing he said before entering the room again. 

Bucky never let Wanda and Natasha be around you. You have been in the hospital for a month now but you still haven’t woken up. Everyone was happy you were alive but still scared. They don’t know if there is going to be any long term effects if you wake up. The two women sneak in to see you late at night when the rest of the team is asleep. Sometimes Bucky is sleeping in your room so they stay outside. It breaks their hearts to see you like this. All the tubes sticking out of you and your unmoving form in the bed. They can really see how fragile you look laying in the bed. It is obvious to them that you had lost weight and not just from being in the hospital but because of them. They vow that they will spend the rest of their lives trying to make it better and to get you back. 

Another month passes with no changes. The women have been able to spend the nights with you since Bucky was sent on a mission. He fought to stay but Fury gave him no choice. Tonight is like every other night. Both women are sitting and reading listening to the steady rhythm of your heart beat. It is comforting to them to hear that your heart is still beating that you are still here with them.  

But this night is different from the others. They are startled to hear a groan coming from the bed. Both of them drop their books, not caring as they tumble to the floor. “Detka?” Wanda questions. Your throat burns and you feel groggy. It is hard to open your eyes or even open your mouth. You hear the words but your brain is sluggish and takes a minute to register. Once your brain catches up to the words you try and respond. “N-no-not y-your d-det-detka” Your voice is hoarse and you stutter your words. “Y/n/n don’t speak.” Natasha tells you. Your eyes finally blinking open to look at the women who are staring at you with joy and concern etched into their faces. 

Natasha gets up and quickly fills a cup with water and puts a straw in it. “Drink this.” You want to refuse her but your burning throat tells you to do what you are told. She holds the straw to your lips and you hesitantly take it and sip the water. The water hurts your sore throat at first but soon soothes it. You quickly start to suck it down not realizing how thirsty you were until you had the water. “Slow down detka you will make yourself sick.” Natasha tells you. You slow down to a stop knowing that she is right. 

“S-stop ca-calling me that.” The stutter is getting better and you still croak out your words but you sound slightly better than before. The women look at you sadly but nod in understanding. “W-why are y-you here?” You ask the women. They look between each other and back to you. “We love you Y/n.” Wanda tells you. “And we just want to help and take care of you. Y/n/n you have been in a coma for 2 months.” Natasha adds. You're shocked to hear how long you had been out for but you scoff at the rest. That hurts your throat but you ignore it. 

Your body has mostly healed in the two months that you have been out. The only question was if you would ever wake up and would you still be you. No one could know but they can see that you are still there. You may have a stutter but you're alive and talking and that is all that matters at the moment. 

“W-wh-why?” There are tears in your eyes when you look at the women. Begging for the explanation that you never got the one you thought you never wanted. Natasha sighs and looks down, not able to look you in the eye. She tries to take your hand but you flinch away. “We were hurt when you were gone so long. That is no excuse for what we did. We still love you. We fell into our own routine. We never meant for it to go this far. To hurt you this much. You don’t have to forgive us, but we will do everything in our power to prove to you that we are sorry. What we did to you was wrong.” Natasha sniffles and finally looks at you with tears in her eyes. “I never deserved your love.” 

As much as you were hurt by them, her words broke your heart. “You are too good for us.” Wanda adds tears streaming down her face. “Y-you di-did. I-I-I” The stuttering is frustrating you. “L-love you.” You finish. “B-but I-I do-don’t know i-if I c-can for-forgive you.” You cry as you say the words. You love them with all your heart but they hurt you. They threw your relationship away because they were hurt. Hurt over something you can’t control. Over the job that you all share. 

Both women cry but nod. “We understand.” Wanda tells you. She reaches out for your hand and this time you let her hold it. Natasha follows suit. You three are crying even if it is hard, this was needed. As you calm down you speak again. “I-I ne-need time. Pl-please g-go.” The women understand. Each kissing your cheeks before letting go of your hands. Natasha hits the call button before they both make their exit before the team of doctors rush to your side. 

The doctors rush in and are surprised to see you awake and concerned to see you crying. The women watched from outside the door hiding from plain sight. They don’t know if they will ever have you back but they will try with all their power to get you back. They just hope they can show you how sorry they are.

[crybabycunt]

Yelena: So, you lied about your height.

Kate: Yeah...

Yelena: What I don't understand is why you said you were shorter than you are. Usually it's the other way around.

Kate: I panicked when you told me you're only 5'4".

Yelena: (affectionately) You're so stupid.

Yelena: I want to climb you like a tree.

[solarmorrigan]

54 + 12 for steddie!

Okay, I know the prompt list says I'm supposed to describe how I'd use the tropes in the same story, but I got.... carried away. I just really love outsider POV

Fanfiction Trope Mashup prompts: 54. Secret relationship + 12. Roommate AU

cw: allusions to period-typical homophobia

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Gladys hadn’t been sure what to make of her new neighbors at first.

She didn’t like the idea of them, to be certain: two young men living in the apartment across the way, who would probably come and go at all hours, noisy and inconsiderate as anything – especially the long-haired one she’d spotted carrying a guitar case.

A month in, however, her initial assessment doesn’t seem to have proven true; she does see them come and go at all hours, but they aren’t noisy about it, and she hasn’t heard any kind of raucous guitar playing. They seem to keep to themselves, and that suits Gladys just fine.

And then grocery day comes, and Gladys is trying to jog from the front door to the elevator before it closes, both arms loaded with bags. She spots her long-haired neighbor already in the elevator, and he spots her, and he holds the door for her before she can even call and ask him to.

He then offers to help with the bags, and Gladys unloads both of the heavy paper sacks on him with a relieved sigh; she tries to keep in shape, but she doesn’t have the strength she did when she was younger, and her joints sometimes ache like mad.

“I’m Eddie, by the way,” the man says into the silence of the elevator as they ride up to the fourth floor. “I don’t think we really introduced ourselves when we moved in, but I live across the hall from you.”

“I recognize you,” Gladys says. Then adds, “Gladys Gaines.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you officially, Miss Gladys,” Eddie says with a grin. “I’d offer to shake, but my hands are otherwise occupied.”

He shifts the grocery bags demonstratively, pretends for a moment that they’re weighing him down, though he’d been having no trouble with them until then, and Gladys finds herself smiling. “Never mind that,” she says. “And it’s nice to meet you, too.”

Eddie helps her put the groceries away, and she finds him to be charming, in an animated sort of way, bursting with energy and humor.

The sink gives him pause, though, after he ducks beneath it to put away a bottle of dish detergent as directed. He watches it drip for several consecutive seconds before asking, “Is the faucet giving you trouble?”

“It’s been driving me up the wall for weeks,” Gladys huffs as she stashes a loaf of bread in the breadbox. “But of course maintenance is taking their sweet time to get to it.”

“Huh. Y’know, Steve—my, uh, roommate—he’s pretty good at home repair stuff like this. I could get him to come take a look at it, if you want,” Eddie offers.

“If he can get that awful drip to stop, I’ll be in your debt,” Gladys says.

Eddie wiggles his eyebrows at her. “Madam, that’s a dangerous thing to declare.”

“Oh, hush.” Gladys slaps at him with a dish towel, and the boy pretends to be mortally wounded.

Laughing, Gladys finds that she quite likes Eddie.

She likes Steve, too, when he shows up at her door the next afternoon with a bag of tools and a little wave ‘hello.’

“Eddie said your faucet was leaking?” he offers. “Oh– I’m Steve. From across the way.”

“I recognize you,” Gladys says, and she shows him to the kitchen.

Steve is a solid, steady presence that Gladys can imagine compliments Eddie’s high energy well; he’s boyish and sweet, but there’s something sharper underneath that reminds Gladys of her own Avery’s cutting wit.

Gladys finds out from Steve that he and Eddie are from a tiny, rural town; they’re new to city life, but they’re enjoying it even in their adjustment period. Eddie works full time while Steve works part-time and attends classes – he’s hoping to become a guidance counselor.

“That’s an unusual arrangement for roommates,” Gladys comments. “Eddie doesn’t mind taking on most of the bills?”

It’s a bit of a prying question—rude, some might say, but Gladys doesn’t see the point in getting old if you’re not allowed to be blunt—but Steve only ducks his head and smiles.

“No, Eddie’s– he’s a great guy. Helping me out like this,” he says before turning back to the sink. “Here, try it now.”

Gladys turns the faucet on, then turns it back off, watching as the flow of water comes to a complete stop, not a drip to be seen.

“Dear, you’re a miracle worker,” Gladys declares.

“It was nothing,” Steve says.

He turns away to pack up his tools, but not quite quickly enough to hide the smile on his face – pleased but a little bashful, like he isn’t used to being complimented like this. It’s a nice smile, Gladys thinks, and both Steve and Eddie are nice boys. She decides that yes, she really does like them.

Offering to pay Steve for his services seems a little tawdry, so Gladys invites the boys over for dinner, instead. They end up staying well into the evening, talking and laughing with her. Steve eats up all the gossip about the other building tenants that Gladys can dish out, and Eddie eggs them on.

When they say that they’ll have to have her over for dinner next, Gladys braces herself for the worst: the apartment of two busy young bachelors, Lord have mercy.

She’s pleasantly surprised to find, then, that it isn’t so bad at all. It’s a bit cluttered—particularly the desk shoved into the corner covered in graph paper and what appear to be tiny plastic figurines—but it’s quite clean.

After she’s offered to help with dinner and been politely denied, Gladys spends time looking at the photos they have pinned up on the wall. There are over a dozen, a collage of smiles and laugher featuring the same cast of teenagers in varying stages of growth, often posing with Steve or Eddie. There are quite a few of just Steve and Eddie together mixed in, and Gladys is warmed to see two such good friends.

Steve does most of the cooking that evening, but Eddie is a capable sous chef, anticipating Steve’s every request before he can even voice what he needs.

“Hey, can you hand me the, uh–” Steve snaps his fingers, searching for the word, and Eddie opens a drawer and presses a slotted spoon into Steve’s hand. “Yeah, that.”

Eddie grins and goes back to cutting vegetables.

Dinner is nice.

It goes on like this – trading favors here and there, dinners at one apartment or the other, evenings spent talking and laughing. Gladys finds that Eddie is an excellent opponent when playing cards, and Steve shares her fondness for Murder She Wrote.

Gladys and Avery never did get around to having children. At first, they hadn’t had the money, then they hadn’t had the time, and eventually – well, it had been too late. She’s never really regretted it—her maternal instinct isn’t a strong one—but she does find herself starting to think of these boys as hers. She even starts in on knitting some sweaters; the weather it’s getting cold, after all, and it’s the sort of thing you do when you want the people you care about to be protected from it.

It does strike Gladys as a little odd that she only ever sees them with each other; they’re both attractive young men, after all, and she can’t imagine why they don’t seem to go on dates. She’s never seen two friends as content in each other’s company as they are, but she supposes that’s really all that matters – that they’re content.

Things become clearer, however, one sleepless night months after the boys move in.

Insomnia isn’t new to Gladys; she’s dealt with it since she was young, and it seems like age has only increased the frequency of those nights she lies awake, staring at her bedroom ceiling.

She’s found her own ways of coping, over the years; she’ll fill the time with a good book or do some word puzzles or get some knitting in. If she’s feeling particularly restless, she might clean the apartment or even bake something.

She’s just considering whether or not the boys would appreciate some cinnamon rolls come morning (and whether or not it would top that loaf of cinnamon raisin bread Steve had made last week, not that Gladys is keeping track) when she hears the very subject of her thoughts come giggling down the hall.

The boys aren’t being loud, precisely, but they aren’t quiet, either, and there are fewer sounds in the night to swallow up their noise.

They sound happy – they must have had a late night out, coming home a little goofy and tipsy, talking and laughing and then shushing each other as they come to a halt, sounding close enough that they must be outside their own door, just across and to the left of Gladys’.

There’s a moment of indecision, and then Gladys is rising from her chair and crossing to the door. She feels a little silly, but the sight of a friendly face on a sleepless night can sometimes do wonders to soothe her nerves.

She’ll just pop out and say hello, a fellow after-midnighter, and then let them go.

She’s barely opened her door, however, just catching a glimpse of the boys, when something– unexpected happens.

Eddie is fumbling with his keys as Steve leans further and further into his space, and Gladys wonders if he’s drunker than he sounds, but then–

“Hey,” Steve murmurs, waiting for Eddie to look up, and it’s all the warning Eddie gets before Steve is kissing him full on the mouth.

Eddie drops his keys entirely, but it isn’t in shock so much as it is his apparent eagerness to get his hands on Steve, cupping his cheek in one and grabbing his hip with the other, pulling him closer.

This isn’t drunken fumbling – it isn’t even something new, Gladys realizes. The kiss is slow and gentle and lingering, the love in it so evident that for a moment an ache of longing, of missing Avery, rises up in Gladys’ chest.

Then, though he’d been the one to encourage the kiss, Eddie is the one to break it, and when he speaks, he’s properly quiet this time. Gladys can just barely hear him.

“Someone’s gonna see, baby.”

“Let ‘em,” Steve says, just as soft.

“Steve…”

Steve sighs, pressing his forehead to Eddie’s. “I wish I could show you off. Tell everyone how much I love you.”

Eddie in spite of his own warning, holds Steve close for a moment longer, swaying him gently. “No one else matters. I know you love me,” he says. “Come inside and show me how much?”

Glady’s can’t see Steve’s grin from this angle, but she can hear it when he says, “Yeah. I can do that.”

Then Eddie gathers his keys from the floor and actually manages to get the door open, pulling Steve in and shutting it after them and–

Well.

Gladys stands alone now, her door still cracked open, showing her the empty hallway, and–

Well.

Actually– well, actually, certain things make quite a bit more sense now.

“My, uh, roommate,” indeed.

Gladys closes her door, wandering back towards her easy chair as she thinks.

The only thing that doesn’t make sense is the two of them having the idea that they have to keep this from her. Utter nonsense.

Gladys will show them, though; her boys—and their secret—will always be safe with her.

[saberlight1]

the red means i love you — frank castle

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

warnings: violence! like a lot of violence.. and detailed accounts of said violence, reader goes insane, mentions of murder, trauma, reader is a past widow for the red room, Y/N usage, kidnapping, established relationship, fluff, standard the punisher warnings.

authors note: hii theree! so this one is kind of insane, i may have went just a tad bit overboard, but y’know. thank you anon for this request that this fic is based on! this story is heavily based on the song, ‘the red means i love you’ by madds buckley, so give it a listen if you’d like. much love to you all, i hope you all enjoy this !

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You panted, your hand pulling the machete out of the last man’s chest. Your vision was still hazy, and you didn’t exactly feel like you were in your body.

But, that’s how you always felt when you killed.

As you gathered your bearings, your eyes began to dart around the room— and you realized how many men you had just taken out.

“Motherfucker,” You groaned as the pain began to set in due to the knife that was currently in your thigh. One of them must of done it when you were distracted, and your adrenaline was far too high for you to register it.

You no longer had that problem, it hurt like a bitch. But, you’ve had worse— a lot worse, and you could handle it. So you did was you were trained to do: push the emotions and pain away get the damn job done.

You had to. For Frank.

You see, he was taken by God knows who. You and Frank had no shortage of enemies, so you weren’t exactly sure who you were even invading, but you didn’t care. You knew they had Frank.

You were getting him back. You didn't care how many lives you had to take, you would do it all without second thought.

One of them had his sawed-off shotgun, they tried to shoot you with it. So you knew he was here. You just didn’t know exactly where.

And you’d go through hell and back to get to him.

So with a sharp inhale, you began to walk over to one of your victims, snatching the shotgun from his cold grip. A new sense of rage washed over you when you held the cold metal in your hands— they tried to take Frank from you.

You couldn’t let that stand.

Anger flooded your bloodstream as you began to stalk over to the hallway in front of you, cocking the shotgun along the way. You looked damn insane—you were covered in blood, a knife sticking out your thigh, your machete in one hand and Frank’s shotgun in the other.

One thing was for sure: you were out for fuckin’ blood.

You kicked open the first door you saw with your good leg, and inside were 3 men. Before they could even get a chance to react, you let the first round of bullets fly at one of them, the man dead instantly.

You narrowed your eyes at the two remaining men, putting the machete in your belt, you cocked the shotgun and aimed directly towards them. “Where the fuck is Frank.”

“I–I don’t know what you’re talking about,” One of the men stuttered out.

You scoffed, shooting that same man in the shin. “You think I’m fuckin’ playin’ around? I said, where the fuck is he?! What did you do with Frank?!” You shouted angrily, cocking the gun once more.

The man cried out, falling to his knees as his partner put his hands up in surrender. “He’s in the building..” He murmured, but you could see the man you shot reaching for the gun that the other had so obviously in the back of his pants.

Rolling your eyes, you shot the man who was still unharmed in the head. “Fuckin’ useless. I’ll find him myself.” You muttered to mainly yourself before grabbing your machete once more and stomping over to the last one.

“No, no, no!” He begged, backing away as far as he could from you. “Killing me won’t do anything. You’ll never get through all of us. You and Castle are as good as dead,” He spat and you only gave a sinister smile in return before you dove the machete into his chest.

After he was dead, you took your machete and wiped it clean of the blood before storing it back in your belt. You walked out the room without another thought as you continued your walk down the hallway, Frank’s shotgun tight in your grasp as you pointed it for precaution.

The next room you walked into contained 5 men, and then 3 after you let your itchy trigger finger take over.

3 guns were pointed at you in a instant, and you smirked in delight. "Drop them now!" He nodded towards your weapons. With a smirk still on your face, you let your machete clattered to the ground, but still kept Frank's shotgun in your hand. If you were going to die, you wanted it to happen with at least something that tied to Frank.

Staring them all down, you tried to wait for one of them to make the first strike— but eventually you got bored.

You hit one of the men over the head with the shotgun as you kicked one of the other one’s knee in. Without thinking, you grabbed the knife that was still painfully lodged in your thigh and pulled it out-- causing a sharp roar of pain to leave your lips. And with a menacing stare, you used that very same knife to slash the third man's throat.

In a flash of motions you turned to the next man and shoved the knife into his throat, causing him to stumble back with fearful eyes before dropping dead.

That left the last one that you practically bitch-slapped with the gun. He stared at you with wide, rage filled eyes before he grabbed you by your neck, throwing you into the table next to you. Your now open wound on your thigh got caught on a nail on the way, only tearing it open further. A cry of pure pain left your lips at the act, but you recovered quickly, turning to the man with a evil glare.

You let out a yell as you tackled him to the floor, letting all of your anger out as you brutally laid punch after punch to his face until he was unrecognizable. You let out another broken cry as you left one last hit to his bloodied face.

Ragged breaths left your lips as came back down to reality, shakily standing up. Your knuckles were bruised and cracked, and you knew it would hurt like a bitch later, but as of now, you really didn't care. It would all be worth it in the end. So, without another thought you grabbed your machete and the shotgun and headed out the room.

There was only one room left. It was at the very end of the hallway, and you silently prayed Frank was in there. At this point, after all the people you had just killed and fought— you were fucking tired, and quite frankly; fed the fuck up.

You cocked the gun with nothing in your brain other than bloodlust and kicked open the door harshly. “Where the fuck is he?!” You bellowed as you stormed in, gun raised. You had tunnel vision, seeing nothing over than the targets before you.

8 or 9 men were scattered around the room, and before you knew it bullets were flying everywhere. With wide eyes you dove down for cover behind a fallen table, and on the way down you were grazed by several bullets. Your hand flew up to the blood you felt trickling down your ribs, a low groan leaving your lips. You fought tears of pain as you pulled yourself together, reminding yourself of the goal: Get to Frank.

“Come out, now!” One of them yelled, and it only fueled your anger further.

“Fine.” You growled, standing up and shooting the first two men in front of you. Standing up, you ran to the side of the wall where their bullets couldn’t hit you. You let out a small laugh to yourself— you had to admit, you kind of missed this.

The chaos of it all.

You were raised in the chaos of this— you were brought up in the Red Room, killing people all around the globe. Yelena Belova, one of your fellow past widows, had broken you out some time ago and you tried to give the life up, but it seemed it was in your DNA.

Who were you to fight that?

You shook the thought away just as quickly as it arrived— you had more pressing issues right now.

You pulled the pistol out of your boot, peaking around the corner and picking off 3 men, leaving now 4.

“You fuckin’ crazy bitch!” One of them roared, running at you with a dagger.

“Fuck off!” You screamed back, blocking his attempted strike by grabbing his wrist and twisting his arm, the man now yelling out in pain. He dropped the dagger that was clutched in his hand, while you caught with your free hand, not hesitating to plunge it into his heart.

“Y/N?!” You heard that familiar voice yell, causing you freeze. His call made a soft smile spread across your features, but at the same time ignited that dedication to get to him now.

You grabbed Frank’s shotgun, cocking it and getting your pistol in your other hand. And with a devilish glare, you turned the corner and proceeded to pick off the rest of the men that remained.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when you realized they were all dead. Turning on your heel, you ran to room in the back that was connected to the room you had been in, throwing open the door urgently.

“Frank,” You practically whispered. He was bound a chair by chains, his face bruised and bloodied.

“Holy shit.” He murmured, taking in your current state. You didn’t know what you looked like, but you were sure it was nothing short of horrific. You were covered head to toe in a mixture of your own blood and your victim's, wounds and bruises littering your entire body. "Christ, woman, what the fuck happened out there?" He asked with a worried tone.

You aimed your pistol at his chains. “Don’t move.” You spoke gently, yet firm. He nodded, giving you the okay to take the shot. Once you did, he was up and bringing you into his arms almost immediately.

The weapons in your hands clattered to the ground in an instant as you let yourself melt in his arms. You were exhausted. Due to your search for Frank and also just your pure anxiety in being away from him, you had barely slept in the past couple days. That definitely came back to bite you in the ass, and on top of it all, you were in a lot of pain. The kisses Frank was leaving to the side of your head made you feel a lot better, though.

You pulled back just a bit to cup his jaw, your eyes scanning his injuries. “Are you okay?”

He let out a dry chuckle before turning his hand slightly to leave a kiss to your palm. “Baby, you are in no position to be askin’ me that right now.” His hands came up to cradle to your face, and you nestled your face into his palm. "Are you okay?"

You managed to give him a smile. “I'm better now.” You let out a shaky breath. Now that you had found Frank, the pain really began to set in. You wouldn’t let yourself feel all of the pain until you knew you were safe— and you now knew that Frank had you. “They’re all dead.” You told him. "I killed them all."

��Damn,” He licked his lips, staring down at you. “And here I was thinkin’ no one was comin’ for me.”

“You should know by now I’ll always come for you.” You expressed, leaning up to connect your lips. You didn’t care if you were covered in blood, or that Frank had been tied to a chair for 2 days— you missed him.

You loved him. And you would set the world on fire for him.

Once you two pulled apart, he stared into your eyes. “I fuckin’ love you.”

You giggled softly, gazing up at him lovingly. “I love you, Frank.”

[mamaspidershit]

Natasha: Just wondering, did you get any sleep? Peter: Did I get any… leap? Natasha: What…?

[howtotrainabraincell]

HAPPY FRYE DAY!!!

BE STILL MY BEATING HEART!!! ALAS IT CANNOT BECAUSE THE FRYE TWINS HAVETH ME IN A CHOKEHOLD!

WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME ABOUT THESE GIFS?! SACRILEGE!

Seriously though they have NO RIGHT being so cute when they were younger and then aging like FINE WINE. AHHHHHHHH!!!

I love them both irrefutably! And they're great at either age (fight me you'll LOSE)

Also notice how Evie at 40 no longer has her hair braided? I personally head cannon that after she got married and moved to India, she stopped braiding her hair because Jacob used to for it for her... If her twin baby brother couldn't do it she didn't want it done.

.......I'm gonna go cry in a corner now.

[marvelrivalsimagines]

I'll have two number 9s, a number 9 large, a number 6 with extra dip, a number 7, two number 45s, and a large soda.

Memes aside, could you do 🥰🫀🍒 for Storm, Luna Snow, and Black Widow?

Love your work and Happy Valntines Day!

Thanks for cooking so hard as well!

I feel like a drive through worker taking these orders /j Happy Valentines day to you too, thank you so much for the kind words :) Also this is pretty long so it's going under a read more :3

🥰 - How do they act when they have a crush?

When Natasha first realizes she actually has a crush on someone, she’s taken aback by her own emotions for a bit. From her time in the Red Room and even in her current work she’s gotten used to faking emotions and faking love as a means of getting what she needs for the mission. But this is real and rare and honestly a bit intimidating, and that actually manages to throw the capable spy off for a few days. 

Luckily with all of her training Natasha is able to hide her nerves and the fact that she’s now actually a bit flustered around you. Her mind has always been sharp but around you it becomes hard to focus. The normally composed Black Widow takes a few moments to think of her words. Her actions around you seem more stilted as opposed to her usual fast instincts. 

Natasha knows that with her training and skills she could probably seduce just about anyone, but that’s not the real her. It’s just an act to manipulate a target, and you’re not a target, you’re a person she cares deeply about. She wants you to be in love with the real her, not some act she puts on. So, while it’s hard not to turn on the charm around you, Natasha commits herself to pursuing you like a ‘normal’ person would. Or as close to normal as a super spy can get. 

🫀 - How do they comfort you when you’re upset? How do they like to be comforted? 

Natasha is extremely good at reading other people, to the point where she might know that you’re upset before you even realize it. Since she’s able to recognize your emotions so quickly, most likely before you want to talk about anything, she’ll start by doing something small for you. For example, she’ll make you your favorite drink and just silently leave it with you so you have some alone time to process your emotions. Once you are ready to talk to her or if you need some physical comfort, Natasha is ready for you with open arms. 

Sometimes Natasha has a rough day when memories of the Red Room resurface. It’s hard for her to push the the memories and thoughts out of her head once they appear, so Natasha really appreciates it when you can help distract her. Her favorite way of being comforted is laying down in your arms as you talk to her about whatever, it could literally just be you rambling about your day. It’s very grounding for her to just lay in your arms and let your warmth and voice drown out the memories. 

🍒 - How experienced are they? Do they have any special skills? (wink wink nudge nudge)

Natasha arguably has the most experience with romantic relationships and intimacy out of all of the rivals cast. In her decades as a super spy she seduced countless people for personal gain, but she has also had genuine flings and relationships with other heroes. Natasha absolutely knows what she’s doing with you, and that confidence is definitely noticeable when you two are together. If you feel intimidated by how much confidence she has, Nathasha is extremely understanding. She’s happy to take it slow with you, or help you gain more confidence together ;)

In terms of any special skills, Natasha has literal training in how to seduce people. End of headcannons, let your imagination carry you-

But seriously, with just a few weeks of dating Natasha is able to become an expert in just how to get you going. She can tell just from your body language where and how you prefer to be kissed, when you want her to be a bit rougher with you, or how to make an excited shiver run up your spine with just one touch. Of course that doesn’t stop her from asking you questions she already knows the answer to just to see you get flustered. And, of course, it’s never a good idea to lie to the super spy. 

🥰 - How do they act when they have a crush?

Luna is much more bold when she has a crush. While other people might try to keep their feelings secret and wait to see any signs that you like them back, once Luna knows that she really likes you she is going all in. She’s always followed her heart, and if her heart is telling her that she wants to be with you she’s not going to sit around and wait for something to happen. 

You get so much special treatment from her. You get the best seats to her shows, previews of her upcoming music, and if you're also a hero you get healing as soon as you have the tiniest scratch. 

When Luna has a crush on you you’re on her mind almost 24/7, and she’ll do her best to figure out ways to include you in whatever she’s doing. She has to pick up some groceries, want to get your shopping done together? You weren’t assigned to it but she’d feel so much safer if you join her on her next mission!

It’s probably pretty obvious to everyone around you that she likes you, some people might even assume that you’re both already together. If you’re seemingly oblivious to all of Luna’s flirting she honestly finds it endearing, especially if it’s clear that you like her back. 

🫀 - How do they comfort you when you’re upset? How do they like to be comforted? 

When Luna notices you’re upset, her goal is to try and make you smile or laugh. Even if it’s just a small smile, Luna will make a really bad joke to lift your spirits a little and hopefully break up any negative spiral you might be in. Of course if the situation is really serious, Luna can read the room and understand you may need to cry or just experience those negative emotions before you move on. In that case Luna will be there to give you a comforting hug, not wanting you to feel alone while you’re hurting.  

When Luna is upset, her night will instantly improve if you set up a little night in for the both of you. Luna’s most common source of frustration is just how many expectations are placed on her as a pop star and a hero. So to have you take some time to set up something small for her would make Luna feel so appreciated. Just some takeout and a movie together on the couch is all she needs to start to release some of the tension that was building up in her shoulders. Oh and of course some kisses from you are required too. 

🍒 - How experienced are they? Do they have any special skills? (wink wink nudge nudge)

Luna has a lot of admirers as an international pop star, but her main focus has always been on her two careers. That’s not to say that Luna is totally inexperienced, she’s been in a couple relationships before, but she’s probably less experienced than you might think an international pop star would be. But that doesn’t mean that Luna is shy, she’s actually really excited to experience anything that might be new with you. In the beginning of your relationship there’s definitely an intense honeymoon period where Luna just wants to do everything with you. 

With Luna’s ice powers, she’s a bit reckless with where she gives you hickeys. When you’re making out her kisses will trail high up on your neck where no reasonable collar would be able to cover the now brightly colored skin. After you lightly complain that you’re not going to be able to cover up the marks she gave you, she’s able to use her powers to make her hands personal ice packs to help soothe the bruises. It’s the best of both worlds, she gets to give you all the hickies she wants and gets to gently hold you as you cuddle afterwards. 

🥰 - How do they act when they have a crush?

Storm is also someone who’s going to pursue you more directly. She knows that time is a precious resource, and she’s never been the kind of person to just sit by. However, Storm also greatly respects your autonomy, she knows it’s not a given that you’ll like her back. So her flirting will be subtle at first as she tries to pick up on any hints that you may like her back. 

Storm likes giving you soft flirtatious touches. She’s a big fan of the classic “Let me fix your hair”, or sitting down very close next to you so you brush up against each other. Her touch is always light and gentle just in case it’s not wanted, but she has a warm smile on her face as she notices you subconsciously lean into her. 

If you’re a fellow hero Storm would love to train or exercise with you. She appreciates any one on one time she gets with you, but there’s just so much opportunity to flirtatiously tease you when you’re both working out together. Plus, Storm can’t help but show off her strength a bit in hopes of impressing you. While she does offer you practical advice, there are a lot of double entendres and charged touches. 

🫀 - How do they comfort you when you’re upset? How do they like to be comforted? 

Storm is a great listener and with her own variety of life experiences she gives really great advice if you’d like some. Storm's presence never feels judgemental, no matter what state you’re in or what you’re upset about. But Storm has a hard time sitting still when someone she cares about has a problem. She’ll always ask if there’s anything she can do for you after you’re done speaking. Even if you say no she’ll still try and do something small whether that's getting you a snack or cleaning your living space a bit; just anything she thinks will help alleviate any of your stress. 

Storm enjoys having a bit of space at first when she’s upset, she just needs some time to calm herself down alone because she can be easily irritated when she’s upset. Once she isn’t afraid of accidentally being snappy with you, she enjoys talking to you about whatever her problem is. Even if you don’t have any advice, Storm finds it useful to say her thoughts out loud because it helps her think of what she should do next. Storm also really appreciates it if you cuddle her while she talks/rants at you lol. 

🍒 - How experienced are they? Do they have any special skills? (wink wink nudge nudge)

Storm also has a good amount of experience with relationships and being intimate with people. While she’s confident in her skills, she doesn’t outwardly display that, and she especially never acts cocky about it. While she’s been with other people in the past, every intimate act the two of you do is new in Storm’s eyes as you’re a unique person. Storm is great at uplifting you if you ever feel nervous or insecure. Despite Storm being the Goddess, she frequently makes you feel like you’re being worshiped. 

If you’re into strong, dominant women (which lets be real if you’re dating Storm you are) Storm has plenty of experience with being in charge. She’s strong and gentle, never demeaning or rude, but a firm hand that guides you in all the right directions. Even when she’s being dominant and maybe a bit rough, Storm just has this presence that you can’t help but trust completely. You might get a little zap if you’re being a tease though. 

[dirtyvulture]

glad you liked the thoughts i sent in😵‍💫

got more here;

shy nat (around you!) who wants to be called daddy. she's so small compared to you, the serum in your blood a cause of that.

shy nat who pretends to be your top around the avengers. acting all dominant, acting all confident.

shy nat who loses all that confidence when you decide to play her game and call her daddy for the first time. in front of everyone. she's blushing furiously, stuttering as the avengers try to make sense of everything. tony who will never let nat live this down.

especially not when he finds footage of you destroying her in the kitchen, in the common room, in fury's office, in multiple jets.

Anon, please pick an emoji for yourself so we can PROPERLY thank you 😭

Nat loves pushing you around in public, which makes everyone roll their eyes and comment on how whipped you are for her. You are happy to play along, carrying all her bags for her after the latest shopping spree or driving her around or paying for all her meals.

But you know the truth.

And the truth finally comes out at one of Tony's dinner parties when she asks you to grill her steak rare, and you chirp back with, "Yes, Daddy."

Immediate silence from everyone follows your words and Nat is too shocked to even try and discipline you. But the other Avengers are quick to tease her and enjoy bringing it up at the most inconvenient times.

Tony especially finds great humor in teasing Nat, and he strikes the jackpot one day when he's going through old security footage and finds the two of you going at it in every location possible, Nat bent over desks and tables and even the control panel of the Quinjet while you fuck her from behind, moaning about how desperate you are to please your daddy.

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AN: These are fun to think about, thanks for sending them in, anon!

Please like, reblog, and comment! Follow for more content. 🥰

[noturlondonboy]

Can you speak to the degrees of Yelenas gay panic as she deals with gender queer Kate? One day Kate's in a dress or skirt with mile long legs on full display and princess curls to her 3ft of hair. Other days, she's in a fancy suit with the jacket off and the sleeves rolled up and tailored to show off those archer muscles she works out regularly. Sometimes Yelenas neck is craving up because Kate wore heels to dinner and other times Yelena has to hear the thud of boots as they walk around.

I don’t have a whole lot to say here anon, because you spelled it out pretty well, but I do have a few thoughts

-Yelena sometimes gets CRAZY whiplash from Kate going from masc to fem to androgynous within the span of a few days, sometimes all in one day, depending. She of course doesn’t mind and is never annoyed or frustrated with her partner, but the way she gets flustered is just dialed to 100 now.

-funny thing is, Kate never dressed nearly as fem as she sometimes does now that she’s figured out her identity. Before, she often went masc and was completely comfortable doing so, with the occasional dress and decked out makeup. But now, she feels even better dressing and presenting feminine when that’s the vibe than she ever did before.

-when they’re traveling for leisure, Kate is always sure to pack several outfits in any vibe and style, and Yelena helps her make sure she has what she might need. Sometimes a day trip might require an extra change of clothes packed at the bottom of their bag.

-Kate is always wearing a type of shoe that makes her taller, no matter how she’s feeling. Fem? Stilettos. Masc? Platform combat boots. Androgynous? She found the nicest possible high top Nikes with the thickest soles around.

-Kate can also go from soft, submissive partner to possessive, firm girlfriend to gentle, charming boyfriend in the blink of an eye, and Yelena would be lying if she said she didn’t love it.

[fabuloustrash05]

How would you like it when Trunks and/or Bulla take over Capsule Corp one day? Since the Super manga shows that Trunks isn’t as tech savvy as his sister, I think they should tag-team it where Trunks handles the business side while Bulla handles the tech development. :))

That very well might be the outcome for Bulla, since the franchise has kind of established that she is not and will not be a fighter. The manga has confirmed that she is very intelligent and tech savvy unlike her brother. So her taking over the family business wouldn’t be a surprise to me.

(Btw for this ask I’m completely ignoring GT where Trunks was the CEO of Capsule Corp, cause there’s a whole debate on whether or not it’s canon)

Mind you, Bulla is only like 3-4 at this point (I think) and she was able to fix a complex computer virus. However, while I find that very impressive, I don’t like it how Bulla is just a carbon copy of her mother not just in looks, but now also in skills. I kind of wish that more was given to her in regards for her character to show that she truly is Vegeta’s daughter. Have a little bit more of her father’s side seep through her, whether that is in personality, attitude, or even having her show a slight interest in battle/training. Mix her mother’s smarts with her father’s love for battle and that would make Bulla an unstoppable threat. 

This is the daughter of the Saiyan prince for crying out loud! Do something more with her than just being Bulma’s clone!!

[bestangelofall]

Fav moments in comics?

Hi!! Thank you for the ask :3

I have two moments that I really adore, and they are:

1) Ozymandias revealing that he already followed with his plans in Watchmen #11:

Totally epic. Incredible. One of my favorite "plot twists" in any kind of media ever.

2) Dream of the Endless in Hell in Sandman #4:

This was such an inspiring moment.

And now, in no particular order, I also love the following:

3) Natasha not letting people use her past against her in Black Widow (2014) #2:

4) THIS HERE from Black Widow: The Name of the Rose #5

It makes me tear up sometimes. We see Natasha go through such horrible things, and at the end of this book I think we understand why she's the way she is: because she loves.

5) Magneto here in God Loves, Man Kills #2

I just... I need to actually read Magneto, because I've read only *this* (small) arc, but this is why I like Magneto in the movies (and why his comics interest me): the way he wants to hope and maybe even commit to the X-Men's way, but deep down, he knows he will do what he judges necessary if that doesn't work.

6) This conversation between Aahna Ashina and Niander Wallace in Blade Runner 2039 #12:

It's strangely hopeful, for a Blade Runner title. They are discussing the Nexus 9s here (Luv and K, among others, that we see in the movie Balde Runner 2049). And I love the bits of world building about the fact that the Nexus 9s aren't strictly obedient all the time (maybe??? It's the delicious ambiguity that always gets to me when it comes to BR).

7) The "because he took me away from you" from Batman #650.

I think this is one of the most poignant panels on this issue/arc. Idk... Just the sheer vulnerability and raw emotion gets to me.

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