#Marvel you are really outdoing yourself here

[yuyusuyu]

blurred lines and lies — 06. the blurred line

synopsis. you were always with yeosang, hips stuck together and hands glued to each other. he was all you knew and you were all he knew too for a while, but then you both grew up, one moving at a faster pace than the other. yeosang left you behind to awkwardly navigate the rest of an adventure—high school—without him while he embarked on a new one—college—by himself. the line of being best friends blurred somewhere along the way, and you find yourself crying on the night he promises to be someone else's because you love him. you've always loved kang yeosang ever since the days where he was trying to figure out who he was (an awkward and painful era for any teenager in middle school), loved him ever since his voice began cracking as it's tone deepened, loved him ever since he took you to that stupid and overpriced school dance in middle school despite not liking being in a huge crowd, you loved him ever since he began to become a quiet and reserved man. you hoped to be on the other side of things for once, on the other side of the line of being just best friends with kang yeosang; you realize now that it was stupid of you to ever have that sort of hope. and while you began to calm down, you wonder about what it's like being on the other side of a friendship. you don't know, but you hope to find out as you embark an adventure without him. but you didn't realize what it would it do to you and yeosang, and what it would do to you and choi jongho, your other best friend.

warnings. alcohol consumption, mentions of feeling sick (throwing up but nothing happens), jealousy. if there's anything i should add, let me know!

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SARANG looks at you, eyes gleaming in mischief as she swirls her wine glass, lips tugged upwards in a teasing smile. “so,” she drawls. “yn, my adorable friend.”

“yes?” you sing, grinning as you take a sip from your glass, the wine going down your throat smoothly. you make a mental note to ask san later about where he got this wine because it is so good, and it would be a good one to drink with jongho on one of your lazy nights in his apartment.

“how are things going with jongho?”

at the mention of your best friend’s name, you brighten up and beam at the bride. “perfect, as always!” your grin softens and you look down at the contents of your wine glass, tilting it back and forth and watching the red wine swish around. “i’m thankful for him. i really, really, really am glad that i was able to meet and befriend him.” pausing, you chuckle and shake your head, taking another sip of wine before continuing. “he’s helped me become a better person and convinced me to pursue my dreams. he helped convince my parents to let me pursue photography and in letting me go abroad.”

sarang hums. “san told me about that.”

you nod. “jongho is such an amazing person. i’ve always felt comfortable around him. he’s like my haven no matter where we go. i’m horrible at taking care of myself and he knows that, so he always travels with me when football season is over.”

“oh, your photos in the new edition were marvelous,” sarang pipes up, grinning. “you always outdo yourself every time, yn.”

“thank you.” you laugh, feeling giddy after receiving the compliment. “jjongs says the same.”

“i know,” sarang says.

your tone softens at your next words as you throw your head back, eyes closed. “i honestly wouldn’t have made it here without jongho. he’s so important to me… he’s like a puzzle piece in my life that no matter what happens or what shape my life becomes, even if his puzzle piece can’t fit, i’ll just force it in and super glue him to the pieces of my life because… i can’t see a future where he’s not in it. no matter what, even if i’m married and old, jongho will always be there. he’s been there for me. always.”

“actually, my husband was always there for you.” younghee says, glancing at you. “but i guess you’re right since he hasn’t been there in… recent times.”

you ignore younghee’s words as does sarang. the bride giggles. “it sounds like you’re in love with jongho, yn.”

“what?” you screech, immediately sitting back up to face your friend. you groan, whiplash hitting you from how fast you whipped your head to look at sarang. as you cradle your head, younghee smiles.

“looks like you finally found another best friend besides yeosang.” younghee closes her eyes. “i’m happy for you.”

you huff in amusement, smiling at her and leaning back into your chair. “well, yeosang and i decided to rekindle our friendship.” you open an eye to peek at younghee, almost laughing at her expression. “it honestly feels like the pause we put on it was never there to begin with.”

younghee stares at you, shocked. “you guys… what?”

“so,” says san, smirking as he folds his arms over his chest and leans back into the couch. “how has yn been?”

out of instinct, yeosang opens his mouth to reply but gets beaten to it by jongho.

“she’s doing great, actually.” jongho says, taking a shot and placing the small glass cup on the table. “she’s thriving and she made a name for herself in the industry, and i couldn’t be prouder of her. she deserves all of this and more.” he scrunches his nose as he grabs the bottle of tequila and pours himself another shot. “we’re happy to be back for a bit before going back.”

“a bit?” yeosang asks, leaning forwards in his seat. “before going back?”

jongho nods, drowning his shot glass before pushing it away, stretching his arms over his heads. san laughs at the confused expression on yeosang’s face. “you know that yn and jongho went abroad for college, right?”

yeosang slowly nods.

“and you know about how they transferred over after a semester, right?”

actually, he didn’t know that, but he nods once more.

“well,” san says. “they liked it so much over in london that they moved there after graduating. this is the first time they’ve visited since moving there four years ago.”

jongho hums. “yup,” he says. “we’ll be going back a week after the wedding.”

“oh.”

yeosang feels sick to his stomach. he feels like he just got his heart ripped out and stomped on. you moved to london, permanently, and this is the first time you’ve visited in four years after you moved there.

with jongho.

the information makes him dizzy. he just got you back, and he doesn’t want to lose you. the thought of losing you once more makes his heart ache in pain, makes it bleed and clench in fear of going through the pain of watching you leave him a second time. 

he can’t lose you.

he can’t lose a piece of himself once more.

not again.

not ever.

and not to jongho.

“so, when are you planning on confessing to her, hm?” san raises a brow at his cousin.

yeosang immediately snaps out of his head, turning his head to look at jongho with narrowed eyes. it doesn’t matter if he hasn’t talked to you in four years, because after all this time, he just wants what’s best for you.

he always will.

jongho smiles. “i hope to make my move when we return to london,” he says.

the long-haired male slumps down in his seat and stares up at the ceiling, blinking.

return to london.

yeosang hopes you don’t go back.

because he really can’t bear to lose you again. and to jongho… again.

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BLURRED LINES AND LIES | yuyusuyu 2023

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[theromanticrationalist]

Me after watching Loki Episode 2:

Me trying to decipher Loki(s)'s goals within goals within goals:

Me as I watch Mobius and Loki work together, grow in mutual appreciation, bond over shared interests, and fall in love:

Me as Loki and Mobius have an ontological discussion:

#THIS IS IT #THIS IS EVERYTHING I LOVE #ROLLED INTO ONE GLORIOUS PACKAGE #Marvel you are really outdoing yourself here #YOU ARE GIVING ME EVERYTHING I COULD EVER WANT #this is truly a love song to #science fiction #and Loki #lokitv #I LOVE MOBIUS SO MUCH #HE IS SO SOFT #AND HE WUVS HIS FAVORITE LOKI #my thoughts

[meowzfordayz]

omg T please write smth,,, something sweet,, anyone, preferably mitsuri and some other hashira of your choice getting an s/o thats a hopeless romantic??? s/o grew up reading so much foreign romance concepts its basically ingrained to their personality ... so sweet, polite and treats her like a princess!? do you get what i mean???? calls them one true love!?

no im not a hopeless romantic but the thought of our beloved characters being treated as such makes me happy for them

Hii. Ty for your request! ☺️ I originally intended to write your prompt as hcs or preferences... and then I got carried away and it turned into a Mitsuri one shot. 😅

Author’s Note: love deserves love deserves love. 💗

hopeless romantic

Kanroji Mitsuri x Reader

Word Count: ~1,700

CW: traumatic references

~faqs~

You’re giddy. It’s been days, weeks, months—okay, okay, really closer to weeks—since you last saw, touched, appreciated your beloved Mitsuri, and you miss her to your shivering core. But you just know, can feel it in your blooming bones, that she’s coming home today coming home alive, and whole… so how better to spend the morning than preparing? You’ve loved her for over two entire rotations of the world around the sun, and welcoming her home is your favorite pastime—romancing her—your not so secretive language. You keep a small, bound pocketbook detailing your various visions-brought-to-life, both as a tender keepsake and for future inspiration. Not to mention, you’re admittedly in a competition with yourself, constantly vowing to outdo whatever your previous ambition was.

—

Bathing has a special place in your heart with its sensual aromas of rose and jasmine. And the steam. You’re a perfectionist, knowing the exact temperature that makes Mitsuri melt into the bath as soon as her first toe dips it — the exact temperature that billows soothing hazes of steam, skin pink from the heat, yet never so hot that it’s uncomfortable or unbearable. And scrubbing. You’re a perfectionist when it comes to that too. Your collection of soaps and oils consist only of Mitsuri’s favorites (to be fair, they quickly became your favorites too): Lemongrass, Mikan, and plum blossom. Tracing hearts in the suds across her back, kissing her damp nape, marveling at the length and smoothness of her wet hair. Okay. You aren’t the best at scrubbing. But you’re the best at getting her to let go. She’s fallen asleep multiple times, slippery shoulder blades resting against your chest as you lay your forearms gently, securely, around her — sinking as low as possible without submerging her. As the water cools, you rub her biceps: to prevent goosebumps and to peacefully rouse her. She’s adorable, groggy, clingy, mumbling nonsensically as you tuck strands of hair behind her ears. Usually, you bathe until it’s cold. Until your fingers are shriveled, bodies mellowed, pulses thick as honey, safe as the calm shadows of dusk beckoning you inside.

“C’mon my beloved,” you whisper, erratic sloshing cutting loudly through the reverie as you stand up.

She’s tactile, trusting as you guide her out of the tub, wrapping her in one, two, sometimes three towels, leading her to the kitchen.

“Wait here, my beloved,” you peck both her cheeks—gosh forbid you ever leave them unevenly attended—as she settles comfortably onto the floor, “I’m going to drain the bath, and then make us dinner.”

—

Food. Food, food, food. You weren’t always a decent chef. It’s really only recently, in the past couple of years, that you’ve started considering yourself something beyond “cook”. Before Mitsuri, you were content with basic recipes: light broths, underdressed salads, rarely marinated meats, and the occasional trip to a local cafe or restaurant. Before Mitsuri, you got caught up in working, reading, cleaning, running errands—living itself, a distraction—rushing meals, surviving on snacks, barely peeking over the edge of satisfactory dining. And then? Mitsuri. Mitsuri with her beautiful, raw strength; her elegance and versatility; her flexibility and endurance. How could you support her, indulge her, cherish her, if you kept your humble approach to food? She never pressures you, of course. Never asks you to buy anything in particular, to cook anything in particular, to eat or drink anything in particular. But the universe in her eyes coaxes your appetite. Curiosity. Expertise. Hm. Well. Your expertise develops ~eventually. Initially, she helps you in the kitchen. Teaches you how to cook her basic favorites: pancakes and omurice. You experiment with different berries and sweet drizzlings for the pancakes — different fillings and savory sauces for the omurice. She doesn’t teach you, however, how to make her favorite desserts.

“I just buy them,” she shrugs cheerfully. She does have quite the salary at her disposal, after all.

You take her statement as a challenge. Not in malice, obviously, but in dedication. A challenge of your patience, your skill, your willingness to repeat and try and try and try. Dango and sakura mochi are tedious to perfect, and you are, to the very tips of your heaviest roots, a perfectionist. Or perhaps you’re simply head over heels for your beloved?

“For… for me?” she gasps at the platter as carried carefully, painstakingly, in your hands, “[y/n]-chan! You shouldn’t have!”

Her poorly concealed, delighted squeaks, convince you otherwise. Not that you could ever be convinced to love her less. As she bites into the first skewer of dango, eyes squeezing shut, you smile knowingly. You don’t tell her about the countless hours of rolling, shaping, wrapping (there’s sakura mochi on the platter too). Or the countless hours shopping, searching, bartering for the highest quality ingredients. Or the countless prior attempts, given to Obanai, Kyojuro—practically anyone—to receive feedback and to hide the evidence. Or the one time she caught you off guard, skipping into the kitchen, plucking one from the rough batch you’d just made.

“Mmm, these are delicious!”

You’d resisted the urge to screech, thankful she’d been too occupied munching to notice your hesitation.

“I, uh, bought them, yeah. They’re good.”

She’d giggled happily, leaning in flirtatiously, lips brushing your collarbone, “Feel free to buy some more!”

So you’d continued. Until they were perfect. Until your taste testers started offering to pay you for them—“They are so tasty! It is truly unfair of me to take advantage of your consistent generosity!”. Until you felt certain of their standard.

“Mitsuri,” you smile, almost timid.

She swallows hurriedly, eager to reply, “[y/n]-chan?”

“I made them.”

“YOU MADE THEM?!”

She surrounds you in an instant, crisp uniform and familiar curves embracing you fully and completely.

—

Fully and completely. She isn’t physically, tangibly, fully or completely, with you as often as you’d like. But you respect—are in awe of—her duties as the Love Hashira. You love her along with, not in spite of, her literal distance from you. As joyful, emotional, open as she is, you’re aware of the wisps… the ghosts. The ghost between her brows when she returns from an exceptionally grueling mission. The ghost sitting at the end of the path that leads to nowhere. The path of cruel, wayward confessions; self inflicted and carelessly flung; antiseptic bleeding to extinction; ceasing of motivation, denial, submission; just… a void without a void — a darkness without matter; a hole without a loop. The ghosts scare you. Mostly because when they surface, you feel as though only you can see them. Mitsuri is strong. So incomprehensibly tough. But she fractures in your arms, in your words, in your promises. As you lie in bed, impossibly close, still moving closer: lips on her forehead, on her jaw, on her sternum; hands anchoring her elbows, her hips, her thighs, the small of her back; legs tangled, intertwined, protective — as you wish, hope, pray, that the proximity of your soul might be enough to dissipate the ghosts. As you write her letters, unable to provide much else, your much improved scrawl (you didn’t have a compelling reason to write—before—Mitsuri) regaling her with oddities, humor, and balance from your day-to-day; with your worries, reflections, musings, desires; with your unique signatures and nicknames of love, affection, endearment. As your promises dance, sway, caress through her thoughts.

“I want you.” Your promise of interest, intrigue, intention.

“I need you.” Your promise of compassion, commitment, clarity.

“I love you.” Your promise of fulfillment, future, forever.

—

“[y/n]-chan, what on earth is all of this?”

Mitsuri is flustered. To be fair, she’s typically flustered. But this? This is an entirely new level — a height of flustration she didn’t know she could experience.

“Roses!” you grin proudly, “To welcome you home! I missed you my love.”

She nods faintly, wetting her lips subconsciously.

Roses is an understatement she smiles, “I missed you more.”

“Nuh uh!” you playfully flick her cheek.

As she takes in the extent of your welcome, she has to concede: not, that you missed her more, but that she is utterly overwhelmed and utterly at your mercy — which, she’s absolutely fine with. Does she keep track of your increasingly elaborate visions? Not as precisely as you with your small, bound pocketbook, but it’s hard to ignore your flourish, your feeling. Not that she could ever be convinced to ignore you.

The petals on the ground winding from the Love Estate’s gate to its front entrance had been her first clue. Raising bees definitely means maintaining diverse, plentiful gardens, but Petals don’t just sprinkle themselves like that! The lack of your presence had been her second clue. She’d doubted you were gone: she’s used to your uncanny sense — your Mitsuri Intuition. And she’s grateful for you. Grateful she never comes home to an empty house. Never comes home to another fear of, “Where are they?”. So your apparent disappearance would’ve been… concerning, if not for the petals. The dazzling array of flowers greeting her as she walked inside had been the giveaway. At that point, she’d known you were somewhere amidst the colorful, radiant, extravagant display, probably watching her — shyly, in contrast with your confident efforts, because What if she doesn’t like it? Akaibara (red roses), tsubaki (red camellias), brilliant Himawari (sunflowers), sumire (violets), ajisai (hydrangeas), Sakurasou (primroses), blue hanashobu (irises), and anzu (apricot tree blossoms) adorn the interior of the main hall. Truthfully, Mitsuri can’t quite tell how far they go Did they adorn the whole house? Also truthfully, she wouldn’t mind in the slightest if you did. How could I not like it?

“I love you!” she laughs, grabbing your wrists, spinning, spinning, spinning.

“I love you, my beloved,” you smile widely, weightlessly.

The spinning slows to a warm standstill, love as bright as the day you met.

“You spoil me,” Mitsuri scolds, not really scolding at all.

“I do not!” you huff, eyes glistening.

She’s home, she’s alive, she’s whole.

Mitsuri knows that look, those glances. Checking her skin, her clothes, the pace of her breathing.

“I’m alright, [y/n]-chan.”

She is. You can tell. Always. From the sheen of her fingernails to the soft, tired depth of her gaze. She’s alright. Alright enough to enjoy the meal you prepped earlier. Alright enough to listen to you gush about your lonely, busy weeks without her. Alright enough to share her own numbing, demanding weeks. To reach for your chin, delicate, sensitive, and murmur, tongue remembering the outline of your lips.

“Thank you, my heart.”

#mitsuri kanroji #kanroji mitsuri #mitsuri x reader #kanroji x reader #love hashira #one shot #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #request

[thewidowsghost]

The Unknown Muggleborn - Chapter 7

Series Masterlist

Main Masterlist

3rd Person POV

Christmas was coming. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts wakes up to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake freezes solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban, (Y/n) watching with a smirk on her face. The few owls that had managed to battle their way though the stormy sky to deliver mail had to be nursed back to health by Hagrid before they could fly off again.

"I do feel so sorry," says Draco Malfoy during a Potions class, "for all those people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they're not wanted at home, or those who have to stay at someone else's house because they have no parents," he adds, (Y/n) staring at her perfected potion, her eyes flashing a silver before flickering back to green; Hermione shoots him a hateful glare.

The blond had been staring at Harry and (Y/n) as he had spoke, Crabbe and Goyle chuckling. Harry, who had been measuring powdered spine of lion-fish, ignores him. Malfoy had been even more unpleasant than usual since the Quidditch match. Disgusted that the Slytherins had lost, he had tried to get everyone laughing at how a wide-mouthed tree frog would be replacing (Y/n) as Seeker next; then he'd realized that nobody had found this funny, because everyone had been so impressed on how well (Y/n) had managed to stay on her broom. So Malfoy, jealous and angry, had gone back to taunting Harry and (Y/n) about having, either, no proper family, or no family at all.

(Y/n) had just turned in a vile of her potion, Snape looking at it, then nods, scribbling a 100 into his grade-book, nodding to the girl. "Ten points to Gryffindor," he announces to the class, everyone looking up, "for Miss (L/n)'s perfect potion." (Y/n) shoots a smirk at Malfoy, who had been trying to outdo her in Potions from the first class. Hermione, Harry, Ron, and the Spences hiding smiles as steam practically gushes from Malfoy's ears.

When they leave the dungeons at the end of Potions, they find a large fir tree blocking the corridor ahead. Two enormous feet sticking out at the bottom and a loud puffing sound tells them that Hagrid is behind it.

"Hey Hagrid, need any help?" Ron asks, sticking his head through the branches.

"Nah, I'm alright, thanks, Ron."

"Would you mind moving out of the way?" Malfoy's cold drawling voice comes from behind them. "Are you trying to earn some extra money, Weasley? Hoping to be gamekeeper yourself when you leave Hogwarts, I suppose — that hut of Hagrid's must seem like a palace compared to what your family's used to."

Ron dives at Malfoy just as Snape comes up the stairs.

"WEASLEY!"

Ron lets go of the front of Malfoy's robes.

"Professor, Malfoy was insulting his family," (Y/n) says, taking a step forward towards the Potions Master.

"Five points from Slytherin," Snape tells Malfoy, and Malfoy sends a hateful glare at (Y/n).

The Potions Master walks away and Malfoy turns to (Y/n).

"What's wrong Draco?" (Y/n) asks in false sympathy. "Feel bad being worse than a orphaned Mudblood?" she asks, stepping towards the blond.

"Shut up!" He says. "My father will hear about this (L/n), and then you'll be sorry," he says.

(Y/n) glances around, "Look's like he's not here. See you around, Blondie," (Y/n) says, turning around and walking back towards Hagrid and her friends, all of them were staring at her with wide eyes.

"That was bloody brilliant," Ron says, and (Y/n) laughs. "I'll get him," Ron says suddenly, grinding his teeth. "One of these days, I'll get Malfoy -"

"I hate them both, Snape and Malfoy," says Harry.

"Come on, cheer up. It's nearly Christmas," says Hagrid. "Tell yeh what, come with me an' see the Great Hall, looks a treat."

So the six of them follow Hagrid and his tree off to the Great Hall, where Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick are busy with the Christmas decorations.

"Ah, Hagrid, the last tree — put it in the far corner, would you?"

The hall looks spectacular. Festoons of holly and mistletoe hang all around the walls, and no less than twelve towering Christmas trees stand around the room, some sparkling with tiny icicles, some glittering with hundreds of candles.

"How many days you got left until yer holidays?" Hagrid asks.

"Just one," says Hermione. "And that reminds me — Harry, Ron, (Y/n) we've got half an hour before lunch, we should be in the library."

"Oh yeah, you're right," says Ron, tearing his eyes away from Professor Flitwick, who has golden bubbles blossoming out of his wand and is trailing them over the branches of the new tree.

"The library?" says Hagrid, following them out of the hall. "Just before the holidays? Bit keen, aren't yeh?"

"Oh, we're not working," Harry tells him brightly. "Ever since you mentioned Nicolas Flamel we've been trying to find out who he is."

"You what?" Hagrid looks shocked. "Listen here — I've told yeh — drop it.It's nothin' to you what that dog's guardin'."

"Actually," (Y/n) interjects. "That's what their doing. Snape gave me extra homework over the break." (Y/n) rolls here eyes.

"Looks like being a Potions prodigy might not be such a good thing," Ron says, and (Y/n) rolls her eyes.

"We just want to know who Nicolas Flamel is, that's all," says Hermione.

"Unless you'd like to tell us and save us the trouble?" Harry adds. "We must've been through hundreds of books already and we can't find him anywhere — just give us a hint — I know I've read his name somewhere."

"I'm sayin' nothin'," said Hagrid flatly.

"Just have to find out for ourselves, then," say Ron, and they leave Hagrid looking disgruntled and hurries off to the library.

They had indeed been searching books for Flamel's name ever since Hagrid had let it slip, because how else were they going to find out what Snape was trying to steal? The trouble was, it was very hard to know where to begin, not knowing what Flamel might have done to get himself into a book. (Y/n) has the strangest feeling that she had heard or seen that name somewhere in her extra Potions homework. Flamel wasn't in Great Wizards of the Twentieth Century, or Notable Magical Names of Our Time;he was missing, too, from Important Modern Magical Discoveries, and A Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry. And then, of course, there was the sheer size of the library; tens of thousands of books; thousands of shelves; hundreds of narrow rows.

Hermione takes out a list of subjects and titles she had decided to search while Ron strode off down a row of books and started pulling them off the shelves at random. (Y/n) had taken out her Potions homework.

Harry wandered over to the Restricted Section. He had been wondering for a while if Flamel wasn't somewhere in there. Unfortunately, you needed a specially signed note from one of the teachers to look in any of the restricted books, and he knew he'd never get one. These were the books containing powerful Dark Magic never taught at Hogwarts, and only read by older students studying advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"What are you looking for, boy?"

"Nothing," answers Harry.

Madam Pince the librarian brandishes a feather duster at him.

"You'd better get out, then. Go on — out!"

Wishing he'd been a bit quicker at thinking up some story, Harry left the library. He, Ron, Hermione, and the twins had already agreed they'd better not ask Madam Pince where they could find Flamel. They were sure she'd be able to tell them,but they couldn't risk Snape hearing what they were up to.

Harry waits outside in the corridor to see if the other four had found anything, but he wasn't very hopeful. They had been looking for two weeks, after all, but as they only had odd moments between lessons it wasn't surprising they'd found nothing. What they really need was a nice long search without Madam Pince breathing down their necks.

Five minutes later, Ron, Hermione, and (Y/n) join him, Ron and Hermione shaking their head; they go off to lunch.

"You will keep looking while we're away, won't you?" asks Hermione. "And send me an owl if you find anything."

"And you could ask your parents if they know who Flamel is," says Ron. "It'd be safe to ask them."

(Y/n) lets out a laugh as Hermione continues.

"Very safe, as they're both dentists," says Hermione.

That evening has Hermione and (Y/n) and (Y/n) packing, getting ready to leave the following morning.

(Y/n) flops down on her bed and Marvel jumps up, her paws placed on (Y/n)'s cheeks.

(Y/n) smiles at Hermione as throws a blanket over (Y/n) and her cat.

The next morning, Hermione wakes up (Y/n) and (Y/n) places Marvel in her basket.

(Y/n) places the straps on her guitar and slings it over her back.

The two take their packed trunks downstairs, making sure to say goodbye to Harry and Ron before they leave.

The sisters take the carriages down to the Hogwarts' Express and they board the train.

(Y/n) pulls out her Potions homework and works through it, but gets stuck on the last question. She runs her hands through her sleek (H/c) hair.

Thinking for a while, she finally finally finishes the question, pulls her trunk off the shelf, and puts her homework inside.

"I feel so accomplished," (Y/n) grumbles,  sitting back down and leaning her head against the window.

Marvel jumps out of her travel basket and hops into Hermione's lap.

(Y/n) glances at her guitar resting next to her in her seat before she picks it up and begins to strum.

Hermione smiles as (Y/n) finishes playing and then (Y/n) places the guitar on her back.

"Come on 'Mione," (Y/n) says pulling down her and her sister's trunks and Marvel's carrying basket.

Hermione's smile widens as she grabs her trunk and Marvel jumps onto her shoulder.

Hermione jumps down after (Y/n) and (Y/n)'s arm shoots out to steady Hermione as she stumbles.

Hermione beams at her sister and (Y/n) shakes her head, an amused light in her eyes.

The two walk through the barrier and it seems to be more dreary in the Muggle world then on Platform 9 and 3 Quarters.

"What happened?" (Y/n) murmurs to Hermione as they walk towards their parents.

"Hi Mum! Hi Dad!" Hermione says cheerfully and (Y/n) gives a little wave.

Mr. Granger gives (Y/n) a hug, and (Y/n) returns it warmly.

Mrs. Granger greets her adopted daughter with a kiss to the forehead and a hug.

"Hi Mum, Dad!" (Y/n) greets with a warm smile.

"Hi, girls," Mrs. Grangers says. "Let's get home."

"Best thing I've heard all day," (Y/n) says with a grin.

Mr. Granger laughs and the four - plus Marvel - walk out to the car.

"I dunno," Hermione says. "Your guitar playing skills are pretty great."

"Oh stop," (Y/n) says with a smile.

"I guess we'll have to hear it at home," Mrs. Granger says as Hermione and (Y/n) load their trunks into the boot of the car.

(Y/n) gently sets her guitar on the top of her trunk before Mr. Granger closes the boot.

(Y/n) climbs into the car next to her sister and Marvel jumps down to sit in between the two.

Listening to the radio on the way home, (Y/n) listens closely to the news:

"Legendary weapons developer Howard Stark, as well as his wife, was found dead a few days ago. The death of his parents seemingly haunted Tony Stark after the disappearance and presumed death of his daughter and girlfriend about ten years ago when he was around the age of nineteen."

Poor guy, (Y/n) thinks. Imagine loosing the love of your life, your daughter, and your parents. I guess I kind of know what that's like, though I wasn't old enough to comprehend it at the time.

Hermione glances over at her sister who was staring off into the distance.

As if sensing Hermione's gaze on her, (Y/n) looks back over at her with a warm smile.

Hermione shoots (Y/n) a quizzical look but (Y/n) shakes her head.

Marvel tilts her head and pads forward, thrusting her head under (Y/n)'s chin. (Y/n) smiles and scratches behind the kitten's ears.

(Y/n) strokes the kitten's black-and-white fur, remaining silent as the car ride goes on.

Once the four - plus Marvel - arrive back home, (Y/n) helps Mr. Granger unload the trunks from the back of the car, but not before slinging her guitar over her back.

Word Count: 2194 words

Love,           Kaitlynn ❤😘

#hermione granger x sistare reader

[random-imagines-blog]

They Speak the Language {Tech Boy x Reader}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2181 Summary: Tech-Boy’s bad mood is starting to get to you, so you start to look for inspiration to turn it around. Notes: Contains bad language.

You knew it was a bad idea to get involved in the war between the old gods and the new. You were somewhere in the middle, along with a couple of others, who could very well tip the scales. And it wasn’t that you believed that one side was better than the other either. But one side had someone that you cared for more than the others. And that was the dangerous, marvelous, grumpy little thing that you knew as Tech-Boy. Of course you had thought that he was a bit of a douche when you met him for the first time, shortly after his emergence into the world. Everybody did. It was a part of his charm. But deep down, yeah, there was a heart there. After all, not all technology is meant to be cold. Most of it was built to help others, or to improve lives. He just took the functional part of it a little too seriously at times.

You took a lot of rides with him in his special car. Sitting in the back with him as it drove itself - or rather, one of the faceless minions drove - around the different cities. Anywhere you wanted to go, you could. New York one minute, LA the next. Technology had no bounds, no limits, and so - neither did Tech-Boy.

“Why are you wearing your shirt like that,” You scoffed once you realized what it was that he was wearing. The jacket itself was nice, but he only had the top three buttons fastened. The rest were undone, showing off the red shirt underneath. “You look like you’re preparing for a huge dinner or something. You don’t even eat. What gives?”

You poked at his thin stomach, and he shoved your arm away. He adjusted the coat so it was exactly how he liked it, the open flaps down. “It’s the new look, y/n. Not that you know anything about what’s new.”

“Wow, someone’s being fucking harsh,” You said, folding your arms around yourself. You’d grown used to his rather ... delicate temper over the years. You knew not to take offense. “What crawled in your vape and died?”

“New Media,” He grumbled. You nodded, knowing that was a pretty good reason. The bubbly but bitchy new form of Media was a pain in the ass. You preferred the old. At least she had class. And a pretty good David Bowie impersonation.

“Say no more,” You said, sinking into the interior of the seat. You made yourself comfortable as the car went. You didn’t know where you were, nor did you know where you were going. It was more so about the journey than the destination. And with this teched-out car, the journey was definitely in style. “Just don’t forget that she owes her existence to you. Without the printing press, smartphones, internet - all that you have created - she’d be nothing. Lord it over her. I do it all the time.”

“You talk about me to her?” He asked, eyebrows shooting up towards his curls.

“More like I brag about you to her,” You snorted. “Okay, she might be a bit more superior than I am in the hierarchy, I’m barely anything, but you? Bitch is kidding herself if she thinks that she’s better than you. And guess what, you like me-”

“Barely fucking tolerate-” He muttered.

“-way more than you do her, so in her stupid face.” You didn’t allow his interruption to bother your momentum. You knew that behind that hard, technological, douchebag exterior was a heart wrapped in microchips. A soft, beating heart.

“She just doesn’t have to be so fucking smug,” He said. You could still feel anger coming off of him like heat waves. You just chuckled at his attitude - he really let things get under his skin. And he tried so hard to pretend to be this big tough guy.

“Don’t worry about it,” You said, patting his knee. “You’ll be around for the rest of time, and media is just going to be a fad. Especially her kind of media. She’ll get reborn again and again, as media changes. So -- forgedd abou-it.” You attempted your best accent, trying to sound like the Italians in the movies.

“You’re fucking horrible, you know that?” He said to you. But before he turned his head, you could just make out the corner of his lips going up into a smile. You would call that a success.

“So where are we off to, today? Silicon valley to go and mess with the nerds? Seattle to go and talk to Bill Gates? Come on, hit me with something fun.”

He just shrugged in retaliation. “I don’t feel like fucking with anyone today. I just want to .... go.”

“Okay, then let’s go...” You said, eyebrows furrowed. It really didn’t feel like it was a success anymore. He was closing off from you again, and you didn’t have any other choice but to let it happen.

-

You drove around for hours. There wasn’t anyway to measure the time, and the windows were permanently dark so you couldn’t see if it was day or if it was night out there. It didn’t matter. You had nowhere that you had to be, nor anywhere that you would rather go. He did slowly start to open back up. He bitched a lot, but he was well known for doing that. You would be much more concerned if he suddenly started to be positive. But he was slowly getting there.

It must be hard for him. He always provided what the people wanted, and what they needed. There was a difference between the two and he gave both. But there was always so much pressure to do more. To be better. He could outdo himself on one thing, and the next day, people would be clammering for bigger and better. He never got to actually enjoy what he gave.

Even those who had helped to bring into this world, like Media, and New Media. They came from him. They wouldn’t be here without him. And yet, they also just asked for more, more, more. They took, and they took. And gave nothing in return. They claimed some of his gifts to this world. They made it all about them. Look what I can do! If you worship me, you’re worshiping yourself! Narcissism at the touch of a button! Look at this celebrity’s ass! Look at these tits! Oh, a dick pic! Look, look, look.

What a lonely existence that he must have, you thought, as you watched him take puff after puff out of his vape. You don’t really know what he did outside of these drives with you. He never talked about it - only mentioned World and Media in passing. Not what he did with them. Not how the war plans were going. He tended to keep you separate from that part of his life.

“Fuck it,” You said, leaning forward in your seat. “Pull over.”

The driver did what he, or rather it, was told, and pulled the car over to the side of the road. You didn’t even know where you were. It could have been in a field, or a dark and creepy alley, or the suburbs of Albuquerque.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Tech asked, looking at you like you had suddenly gone insane.

“You’re acting like an asshole,” You said, shrugging, and opened your door. “And it’s honestly killing my vibe so... I’m going out to find it again.”

“Find your vibe? Here’s your vibe check-” He said, making a gun with his fingers and pointed it at you. “You’re fucking crazy.”

“And?” You got out of the car, and felt the cool night breeze on your face. It blew through your hair, and it felt pretty good after the staleness of the inside of the car. You looked at your surroundings, and grinned as you saw some lights not too far in the distance.

A movie theater. Absolutely perfect.

Tech-Boy slid out of the car as well, and stood in the middle of the street. His facial expression left you no doubts that he was doing this against his will. He didn’t want to be out here. “What the fuck are you doing?” He finally asked.

“Come on, you big grump,” You said, taking hold of his hand and started to pull his thin frame towards the theater. He grumbled, but he walked along. Once you were inside, you noticed that there was an arcade area, for those who came too early for the movie. “Let’s have some fun. You really seem like you need it.”

Eventually, you had him paying air-hockey. He only half-ass played until you scored on him three times in a row, and then his more competitive streak started to show. He was moving back and forth, using his striker to block off all of your attempts. And just when it seemed like you were slowing down, he went from defense to offense. The puck shot across the table and straight through the slot on your side. The table let out a clang, and added one to his score. You picked out the disk with amusement as you watched him do a little shimmy dance. His thin little hips stuck out of his designer jeans, making you chuckle.

“I’m still ahead, douche,” You said, putting the puck down and shooting it while he was distracted. He was quick though, and blocked it, sending it back your way.

You played five games, until best three out of five, which he ended up winning. You hadn’t let him either - that wouldn’t have been fair. You then went onto the motor-races, with the chairs and the steering wheels. This was also something that he was better at than you were, but you didn’t mind losing. It was seriously so good to hear him laugh. And to hear him say ‘fuck’ in joy when he won, rather than annoyance at someone else.

You got a bag of popcorn and some soda just to watch him play Pacman. “Little - color - fuckers -” He mumbled when they came too close to his circular, yellow character. Only to let out barks of laughter when he got the big pellet and was able to eat them down. “Eat my ass, losers.”

Eventually you were both thrown out due to Tech-Boys language, but you didn’t even care. You didn’t even know which city you were. The likelihood that you would come back was slim to none. You got back into the car, the good mood still going.

“Well, this has been fun,” You said, resting your head on top of Tech-Boy’s shoulder. You were starting to get tired - even some of the minor Gods needed to sleep at times. “I should probably go home though.”

“Okay,” Tech-Boy said, and with a snap of his fingers, the car started to head in that direction. The rest of the ride remained silent, but it was a comfortable silence. Once in a while, a little laugh slipped through as the energy of the night stayed with you.

Eventually it all came to an end as the car stopped outside of your place. You reluctantly took your head off of his shoulder, and got out of the car, but paused before you would close the door. “I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“Yeah,” He said with a nod, picking up his vape once more.

“Okay - bye Techie. Love you!”

He looked at you like you were crazy, then did a shooing motion to try to get you on your way. But you didn’t move.

“Aren’t you going to say it back?” You questioned, leaning on the top of the door as it swayed under your weight. He curled his nose at you, and then tried to dismiss you again. But you didn’t move, just stood there grinning at him. “Not gonna leave until you say it back, big guy.”

He mumbled something under his breath. You cupped your hand around your ear. “What’s that?”

“Love you too,” He said, finally in a voice loud enough for you to hear. “You fucking freak.”

“Aww, you’re such a softie,” You grinned, sticking your tongue out between your teeth. You finally closed the door and made your way up to your place, the car idling outside until you were safely through the door. Tech-Boy held up his hand to snap his fingers, but didn’t until he saw the light in your window come on. Despite being alone, he smiled, chuckled, then finally told the car to keep on going. He might as well head home - the best part of his night was over.

#Tech Boy #Tech Boy x reader #Tech Boy imagines #American Gods #American Gods imagines #request #imagines #techboy #x reader

[theyoungkleinwriter]

Writing Blind #24: Rivalries

A rivalry can be defined more clearly as a competition between usually two people for the same objective or perceived superiority. Rivalries are great for building up a dramatic story since its a perfect way to build tension in your story and construct compelling character relationships. Plus there’s nothing more relatable than the idea of a rivalry since many of us have perceived rivals in our own lives. Mine would be my little brothers.

This is where I think rivalries are seen as such an interesting and dynamic writing tool. It provides a great way to show character dynamics and relationships whilst presenting it in a more active capacity that doesn’t come across as slow. This certainly help in situations where you want the story to be fast paced where you can have the rivals engage in some playful banter whilst sparing or something of that ilk. Of course not all rivalries have to be positive but we’ll get to that later. This actually plays into part of why I think rivalries are so interesting as it is a open space to excite the readers and even shippers. *But we don’t talk about them here*. What it seems to me is that we find rivalries in stories interesting because, as I said earlier, we all feel we can relate to the somehow. All of us have had people in our lives who we’ve felt inferior to or wanted to surpass. That one person who always seemed better than you no matter how hard you tired. Because of this I think a lot of us find rivalries interesting because we can so easily see ourselves in that situation. However, more so than why rivalries are interesting we must also take a look at what specifically makes a rivalry.

Sibling

As millions of people across the planet can attest, the most bitter of rivalries comes from those between you and your older or younger siblings. The arguments, the fights, the thefts, all of it serves to build up a complex narrative of sibling rivalry where each of you is trying to outdo the other for one reason or another. There is always this strange sense of competition that exists between siblings and good writers will use this as a key part of building convincing sibling rivalries. Now like any other type of rivalry this will of course vary on a spectrum of intensity. The question you have to ask yourself is simply how intense do you want the rivalry to be and how well does it fit in with the narrative? Some of the nicest one are rivalries that are playful but then you can play around with the tragedy of a sibling rivalry where they absolutely despise one another. Or for extra point you could play the idea that the rivalry means more to one sibling than it does to the other. There’s a whole host on thing you could potentially use and this is partly why i think sibling rivalries can grow to be some of the most interesting in a story.

Competitive

You usually find this one appearing in stories with team dynamics or the Five man band trope. Usually this rivalry will fall between the leader and their lancer but this never always has to be the case. You can mix it up to introduce some spicy drama to the story and even develop the team dynamic. Maybe there’s a rivalry between more than two members. Maybe there’s an interconnected web of rivalries ranging from the friendly to the not-so-friendly. There’s a lot of possibilities with this. Moreover it can be simply used between to show conflict and development between two different characters. Maybe they both trained under the same master which encouraged a sense of competitiveness or perhaps they were both reaching the same prize and thus their rivalry spawned from that. Interestingly you could create a rivalry that outgrows the actual objective. For instance maybe the object of their competition is lost but the rivalry still remains. Its small things like this that really help to create great characters as it shows either a certain amount of stubbornness. Essentially with a competitive rivalry the difference is that there is some sort of objective to which they are trying to reach and come into conflict over.

Romantic

Ahah, didn’t think I was going to leave this one out did you? When it comes to rivalries some of the most iconic in storytelling are those featuring love. Now this is best seen in the heinous creation of the love triangle which realistically is more of a love line most often. Romantic rivalries are very straightforward and simple as it usually features a rivalry between two people vying for the affection of a third person who has to choose between them. now I don’t have much to say on this but one thing I will add is that i am yet to see a story where the people competing for the third persons affections end up falling in love with each other. Romantic rivalries usually come out as very character focused, taking a look at how emotions can come to build or break particular characters. Often these situations are stressful and if there is one thing I certainly approve it’s throwing your characters into stressful situations for improved storytelling. As you can guess this type of rivalry plays on emotions but it doesn't have to be limited to the romance genre and can serve as a great way to help flush out a romance subplot.

Now what I feel is the most important part of rivalries is the potential for it to help develop characters but also develop character relationships. It provides a great opportunity to make your story interesting via how these characters treat their perceived rival. Perhaps one rival doesn't even acknowledge the others existence. Perhaps the rivals ere old lovers. There’s an almost endless supply of inspiration and interesting stories you can tell or imply base purely around the premise that during the events of the story they are rivals. The biggest part of a rivalry in term of developing characters has to be that it enables you to explore a range of emotions in how the rivals present themselves to each other. For instance consider this, does the rival try to present themselves as better off than they actually are or do they change their behaviour so that they are different from how they interact with other characters not part of the rivalry?

Before i say goodbye id like to include a list of great rivalries from stories we’ve seen in the past:

Jack Sparrow and Captain Barbossa - Pirates of the Caribbean

 Naruto and Sasuke - Naruto

Loki and Thor - Marvel Cinematic Universe

Jean Valjean and Javert - Les Miserables

Batman and the Joker - DC Comics

Gollum and Smeagol - The Lord of the Rings

Sherlock Holmes and Moriarty - Sherlock Holmes

This has been TheYoungKlein and I’m writing blind.

#writing #writers #writing advice #writing blog #rival #rivalry #fighting

[avengerscompound]

Your Whole Life

Your Whole Life: A Captain America Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count:  2308

Rating:  M

Square filled: @star-spangled-bingo - Amnesia

Warnings:  Some sex talk, injuries

Synopsis: You wake up in pain to a group of the prettiest people you’ve ever seen.  With the help of Wanda, the team untangles your life so you can remember how you know them.

Your Whole Life

You opened your eyes slowly.  Your head ached and your vision was blurry.  The face of a blond man swam into your view as your eyes began to focus.  He was beautiful.  Really beautiful.  That kind of beauty usually seen only in the airbrushed pages of fashion magazines or Men’s Health.  Right down to the perfect pores on his pale skin.  Soft blue eyes, the same color as the ocean right between the shallows of the coast and the dark drop off of the deep sea.  Eyelashes, long and dark.  The kind most people can’t achieve even with the best mascara.  The kind people resort to using false sets to try and mimic.  His lips were full and pink.  Kissable lips, perfect for sucking on slightly as you pulled away from a kiss.  His blond hair was messy like he’d just taken off a hat and he wore some kind of combat armor that was blue with a white star in the middle of his thick chest.  You couldn’t see exactly what kind of body type he had thanks to the armor but you could see he was large and muscular.  He was obviously strong.  Despite how confused and displaced you felt, and aware that it was an odd thought to have while it felt like your head had been cracked open, you wondered about how nice it would feel to be held by those large arms of his and to be cradled against his chest.

He said a name though you didn’t recognize it and as he looked down at you with concern in his eyes he ran his hands through your hair and cradled your head.  “Are you okay?”  He asked.

“You're really handsome.”  You said.  Apparently, your filter had been broken and you flinched internally that you’d say something like that to some stranger who had stopped to help you.

He chuckled softly but the concern didn’t leave his eyes.  “Thank you, sweetheart.”  He said.  He looked off to the side and you turned your head.  The room seemed to move too quickly and once again your eyes took a moment to focus on the group of people who were now gathering in beside you.  “Sam?”  The blond said.

One of the others moved forward and kneeled beside you.  He was gorgeous too.  As your eyes flicked around the group you realized everyone here looked a little battered but insanely hot.  You had the strange passing thought that this was some kind of battle royal for want to be models.

“You’re really pretty too.”  You said to the guy who was now looking intently at the side of your head.

“Thanks, hon.  You’re not too bad yourself.”  He replied as he looked you over.  He pulled a pen light out of his belt and flashed it back and forth slowly past your eyes.  “You know where we are?”

You furrowed your brow and tried to think.  It was like trying to access a large black void.  There was nothing.  Nothing about where you were or why you were here there.  “N-no…”  You stammered, looking around.

“Keep still, you had a really bad bang to the head.”  He said gently.  “What about your name, you remember that?”

That one scared you.  You knew you had a name, but not at all a vague idea what it could be.  “No.”  You said, the distress coming out in your voice.  “What’s wrong with me.”

“Don’t worry, honey.  You’re with the best.  We’ll figure this out.”  He said gently.  “Retrograde amnesia.  Usually, it’s temporary with this kind of head injury.  We need a stretcher and get her home.”

“Done and done.”  A guy said in red and gold armor.  The armor seemed to bleed off him and form a stretcher on the ground beside him.

Something about the armor clicked with you.  You lifted your hand and pointed at him.  “You’re Iron Man.”

He chuckled.  “That’s right, dear.”  He said.  “You a fan?”

“Yeah.  You’re amazing.”  He laughed again and the two men who were crouched beside you carefully lifted you onto the high tech stretched that had once been the Iron Man armor.

“Well, well, Cap.  She remembers me and not you.”  Iron Man teased.

“Alright, Tony.  I’m sure you’re loving that.”  The man named Cap said.

You looked back over to him.  “Do I know you?”

He looked over at Sam like he was looking for permission to answer.  Sam nodded and Cap smiled softly as they both lifted the stretcher.  “That’s right, sweetheart.  You know all of us.”

You looked at him with your brow furrowed and then looked at the others again like you were trying to drag out the memories of who these people were.  Apart from Iron Man, there was nothing, and really, the memory or Iron Man seemed to be attached to t-shirts and plastic toys.  Babies onesies.   Why did Iron Man make you think of onesies?

“How do I know you?”  You asked.

Cap looked over at Sam again.  Sam nodded and readjusted how he was carrying the stretcher.  “Go ahead.  When we get on the jet if you have any photos show her too.  She needs a little push to access the memories.”

Cap smiled but the guy with the spiky mohawk was the one who answered first.  “You met me first.”  He said.  “We used to work for a government agency called SHIELD together.  I used to train you in melee weapons you remember?  Swords, staffs, things like that?”

“I can fight?”  You asked holding your hands up in front of your face.

“You can hold your own.”  He said.  “When you graduated we went on a few missions together.  There was one in Korea and one in Lebanon.  One time in Hungary I accidentally shot you through your shoulder with an arrow.  You remember that?”

Your hand went reflexively to your left shoulder and slipped under the top of your tactical armor and ran over the scarring that remained from the wound in your shoulder where the arrow had hit.  You remembered the pain that happened and also how ridiculously funny you had found it.  How Clint - Clint was his name - had felt so guilty and you’d used it to make him do things for you all the time, like get coffees and sandwiches.

“Clint?”  You said.  “You changed your hair.”

He chuckled.  “I did.”

Cap smiled at you and they put the stretcher down in the jet.  Clint rubbed your shoulder where he’d shot you all those years ago and he headed to the cockpit of the jet to start it up.  While he did Sam began fussing around you.  A sharp sting bloomed in the back of your head as he treated it with something.

“You met me next.”  The redheaded woman said.  You looked over at her as Cap took your hand.  “We met at SHIELD too.  You were a full agent when we met.  You didn’t trust me because of where I came from.  Then one day we had to fight our way out of this HYDRA base.  Just the two of us.  After that then you did and we used to go out drinking.  One time a guy wouldn’t leave you alone and I kneed him in the balls.  Remember that?”

You smiled thinking about those nights dancing with Natasha.  Clint would be there too sometimes and … and a woman named Hill.  Sometimes there would be big groups of you.  You and Natasha always tried to outdrink everyone.  You could never keep up with her though.  Natasha touched your hip and you reached up automatically and put your hand on her shoulder.   The way you touched when you danced.

“Nat,”  You said, softly.

“There you go.”  She said and tapped the tip of your nose with her finger before heading into the cockpit.

“I think you met me next,”  Sam said.  “Wasn’t for long though.  Just a brief thing when SHIELD fell.  Don’t know if you’ll remember me from that.”

“SHIELD fell?”  You asked, not even sure what he meant.

“Yeah.  It was riddled with HYDRA.  There was a big battle.  They launched a bunch of Helicarriers and they crashed into the Triskelion?”  Sam said.

You had a vague feeling you knew what he was talking about, but more like it was a story of a story.  You shook your head.

“Not to worry,”  Sam said.  “The memories are coming back pretty fast.  You’ll remember soon enough.”

“I think you basically met the rest of us at the same time.  We built this compound for the Avengers…”  A timid looking, mousey man, said.

“The Avengers?”  You asked, the term definitely seeming familiar to you.

“Yeah, does that ring any bells?”  Sam asked.

Cap turned a little and tapped an A logo he had on his arm.  You narrowed your eyes and looked at it.  “You’re superheroes.”  You said.

Cap laughed.  “Something like that.”

The young brunette woman stepped over and looked at you.  “Can I try, Sam?”   She asked.

Sam looked from you to her and back.  “I guess it’s worth a try.  Go easy though, Wanda.”

Wanda stepped closer and she tilted her head as she looked at you.  Her eyes glowed pink and she twisted her hand.  The same pink light flicked from her fingers into your head and slowly visions started to creep out.  Your name, parts of your childhood.  Your parents.  Where you went to school.

Iron Man… no that wasn’t right… Tony stepped forward and crouched beside you.  “When we built the new Avengers’ facility we wanted it to be a huge organization.  So we started recruiting people.  Nat and Clint recommended you and so we made you the offer.  You met most of us around the same time.  Maybe me first when we talked money.”

As Tony talked memories flooded back.  Driving into the Avengers facility and marveling at the size of it.  Being shown to the little apartment you’d be living in.  Starting work and meeting the others through it.  Getting to see Sam flying and Wanda use her powers to toss people around.  Having Vision float through walls.  Fighting back to back with Bucky.  Hulk calling you scary girl.  The way Rhodey and Tony were always trying to outdo each other on the field.  How crazy and amazing it was when Thor showed up.

Cap ran his thumb over the back of your hand and you looked back into his eyes.  “Do you remember how we first started working together on missions and how in synch we always were?  How we started spending time together outside of work?  Just as friends to begin with and then a little more than friends.”

As Cap spoke you remembered all the hours filing paperwork together.  The times in battle where you'd picked up his shield and thrown it to him or when you'd used him as a spot to launch off so you could kick some bad guy in the face.  You remembered watching old movies with him.  Opposite ends of the couch first and then later, cuddled up together.

“Do you remember how slow I was?  How long it took before we kissed for the first time?”  Cap asked.  You touched your lips remembering the sensation of his softly caressing them.  You had been so excited when he'd been ready for that first kiss.  The kiss had led to slowly exploring other things, until one day you were sleeping together.

The sex.  Oh god, the sex.  He was such a pleaser.  Never once had gone away without at least one orgasm.  Normally it was more.  You could almost feel the weight of his body on yours and the way it felt to have his cock penetrating you.  Stretching you our and pushing in as deep as you could take it.

You reached up and touched his chest and he smiled.  His eyes looked full of both love and fear with a shimmer that told you he was holding back tears. “Do you remember when I proposed?  We had gone dancing and then out for a walk down at Brighton Beach.”

You could hear the waves and the sound of Luna Park floating in on the breeze.  The smell of the ocean and the warm press of his hand in yours as you’d walked together.  How he’d dropped to his knee and told you how he loved you and he couldn’t imagine spending another day without you.

You ran your thumb over your wedding ring and more memories flooded in, coaxed by Wanda.  The wedding.  How Natasha had been your maid-of-honor.  How Bucky had been his best man.  How you’d felt a little like a princess in your dress and how odd that feeling was for you.  How he looked like there was nothing else in the world except his love for you when he saw you.

Your honeymoon spent in bed with each other the whole time.  The pregnancy test with its two lines.  Seeing the little peanut shape on the ultrasound and being so excited.  How big you got, but how his expression of pure, deep love never changed.  How freaked out he got when you went into labor.

When your baby was put into your arm.  Sarah.  When you brought her home and found a gift from Tony full of Iron Man baby clothes and toys.

You looked up into the blue of his eyes and smiled.  “Steve.”  You said softly pulling him down to you.  He kissed you deeply, exactly how you remembered it.  The soft caress of his full lips against yours, the very hint of tongue.  He pulled back and stroked his thumb along your jaw, that expression of deep and pure love on his face he wore so often when he looked at you.  “I love you so much, Steve.  How did I forget?”

#starspangledbingo #steve rogers #captain america #steve rogers x reader #captain america fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #smut #ish? #amnesia #your whole life

[randomvarious]

The Avengers - “We Are the One” Dangerhouse, Volume One Song released in 1979. Compilation released in 1991. Punk Rock

Sometimes you write the band summary yourself and sometimes you find a bio so good that you decide to quote it instead because you can’t think of a way to outdo it. This post contains the latter. But before I start quoting from Jonathan Buckley’s Rough Guide to Rock, 3rd Edition, let me just make one point. When punk rock started springing up on the west coast in the late 70s, it wasn’t just a rebellious dude’s domain. Women were involved in the scenes, too. But none of the west coast girls during the genre’s first wave shined as brightly as Penelope Houston did. She fronted one of San Francisco’s first punk bands, The Avengers, who were the unanimous top-ranked group in a tiny scene. And Robert Christgau, who is perhaps the most highly feted critic to ever review music, rated The Avengers’ debut release as the best indie single of 1977, which means that they weren’t just the best in San Fran, but they were one of the best punk bands in the world.

Now Buckley:

The Avengers were one of the greatest American punk bands ever. They were one of the first on the West Coast. And they were one of the first to release their music independently. It all started when lead singer Penelope Houston met up with guitarist Greg Ingraham at a San Fran art school. They quickly decided to form a band with bassist Jimmy Wilsey and drummer Danny Furious. They called themselves The Avengers – not borrowing from the brilliant Marvel comic or equally fab 60s TV show of the same name, but from a local artistic collective called The Art Avengers who they were to tour with and open for their ‘art’ happenings.

They soon fell out with the Art Avengers and started touring California on their own. Their sound was ferocious to say the least. Ingraham’s speedy, heavy cannonball riffing, along with Furious and Wilsey’s bulldozer rhythm section and Penelope’s intelligent, searing lyrics were quite a sound and [sight] to behold. Later in 1977 they became the first West Coast punk act to release their own music on [an] independent label when “We Are The One”/”Car Crash”/I Believe In Me” was issued by the Dangerhouse label. All three cuts were defiant anthems of self-realization. They recorded more vinyl sides while touring, and without help from any US or UK punk labels. Soon they’d attracted the attention of the biggest act of the time – The Sex Pistols.

The Pistols offered them the opening slot on what was to be their final gig ever in San Francisco. Rumour has it that The Avengers blew The Pistols off the stage. After The Pistols broke up Steve Jones stayed behind and offered to produce The Avengers. He worked on a four-song self-titled EP for them; before long Penelope and co. had returned to touring.

In late 1979, however, they stopped touring and disbanded completely.

Let’s fill in a really important detail here. That Sex Pistols show was the last Sex Pistols show, ever. And that was both a good thing and a bad thing for The Avengers. The good thing is that it got Steve Jones, the Sex Pistols’ suddenly former guitarist, to produce The Avengers’ first and only EP. But the bad thing, as Mark Deming points out in AllMusic, was that the dissolution of the Pistols kind of made the music industry pass on punk rock as a whole, viewing it as a fad that was on its last legs. This would ultimately largely halt punk rock from ascending into a stratospheric American mainstream, and with this gate suddenly closed, and with tensions rising within The Avengers, and with the band’s chemistry gone thanks to a crucial personnel change, they would break up the following year, before their famous EP would even hit the shelves.

But it’s that 1979 EP that most people claim as the band’s best release. Its title track, “We Are the One,” is a more polished, better mixed version than the one off of their debut 1977 single. 

If you’ve ever asked yourself, “I wonder what the punk rock-equivalent of Kim Wilde’s ‘Kids in America’ is,” “We Are the One” is probably it; a great, rousing, anthemic tune that manages to not proclaim much of anything other than the fact that the youth will replace the generation that came before it and will be the ones to rule (duh!). The only difference is that “We Are the One” appears to be self-aware of its own platitudinous emptiness. It plainly states what it’s not (Christian, fascist, capitalist, communist), but it also takes great pains to not explicitly state what it is, which comes off as wryly deliberate. And if you get that, then you can really appreciate the song.

The 1977 version, while definitely also tremendous, was the first song that Penelope Houston ever sung on, and it shows. You can sense a bit of timidity from her on it. But the 1979 recording is way different. The words and notes don’t change, but Houston has much more confidence and command, and thanks to the mixing, her vocals aren’t muddied by the guitars. And the guitars sound much sharper clearer, like a motoring chainsaw, whereas on the 1977 recording, the guitars sound much fuzzier. The 1979 version is just plainly superior. 

To close out, let me quote from Jonathan Buckley again, regarding The Avengers’ overall impact and influence:

The Avengers’ presence is still a mighty one. They’ve influenced many a US punk band. Jello Biafra claimed to have started The Dead Kennedys directly because of their work. Many bands in the Riot Grrl movement also cited them as an influence.

Can you imagine punk rock without the Dead Kennedys? Can you imagine a world without riot grrl? Do you want to live in a world that never had those things? I don’t think so.

One of the greatest songs from California’s first punk wave, courtesy of this legendary, yet unfortunately quickly fleeting, female-fronted San Francisco band.

#punk rock #punk #punk music #rock #rock music #music #70s #70s music #70's #70's music #70s punk rock #70's punk rock #70s punk #70's punk #70s rock #70's rock

[xialing-gf]

date night

Summary: (requested by anonymous) Can you write a Scott and hope fic? Just some fluffy one shot like date night or movie night

Wc: 655

a/n: this is pre-iw to achieve the highest levels of fluff because to be honest, we really want to pretend iw and endgame didn’t happen; also it’s a pretty short fic because for some reason my brain doesn’t seem to want to the usual 1k mark when writing langdyne :/

Scott’s favorite part of dating Hope was their half-dates. They invented dates called half-dates to compromise on date ideas and half-dates worked like this: Scott controlled the first half of the date and Hope was in charge of the second half. Sometimes they would try to outdo each other to just for fun and sometimes they would stick to simple date ideas. Today was one of those simpler days that were simple but sweet.

Tonight, Scott brought Hope to a fancy Italian restaurant for dinner. He had dressed up for the occasion and was delighted to find that Hope had done the same. The restaurant was a high-end, slightly overpriced restaurant but Scott knew how much Hope loved Italian food. The environment in the restaurant was just as Scott hoped it would be- calm and elaborate with a hint of romance. As they sat down at the table Scott reserved, a look of appreciation crossed Hope’s face she quipped, “You’ve really outdone yourself. I’m impressed.”

“Even better than the time I surprised you with that parrot?” Scott joked, referring to one of the more outrageous dates he set up and Hope laughed along with him. The light from the restaurant’s crystal chandeliers illuminated Hope’s smile and Scott seemed to fall in love with her all over again. He loved the way Hope’s laugh lines crinkled whenever she smiled and how her laugh was airy and sweet. If he could capture Hope’s laugh in a box and keep it forever (recordings always distorted voices), he would do so without hesitation.

The couple got to enjoy the meal and Hope really seemed to enjoy the Italian food. They finally had a chance to properly talk since both of them had always been too busy fighting off crime to talk. Small talk was never uncomfortable and Scott always threw in a couple jokes here and there to get Hope to roll her eyes at his childishness. As a child, Scott always thought candle-lit, fancy dinners as dates were overrated and boring but now, Scott clearly changed his opinion because he was willing to go through all of the most cliche dates if it meant he could spend time with Hope.

After the meal, Hope and Scott drove home to the second part of the half-date that she prepared. Scott didn’t know what to expect when he walked through the door and was slightly surprised when Hope told him to change into his comfort clothes. Scott obliged, changing into looser clothing he often wore at home and walked back into the living room to find Hope on the couch scrolling through available movies.

Even in baggy clothes, Hope was breathtakingly beautiful. Small moments like these made Scott realize how truly lucky he was to have such a stunning girlfriend. He sat down next to Hope, wrapping an arm around her as he asked, “So, going with the classic movie night huh? I never took you as a movie night type of girl.”

“Just because I’m serious 90% of the time, it doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy movies,” Hope offered another one of her iconic eye rolls that made Scott’s heart skip a giddy beat. Scott laughed, replying, “Good point.”

Hope handed Scott the remote, instructing him to pick a movie while she popped some popcorn. Scott decided on Star Wars since he knew Hope hadn’t seen it before and had been meaning to show her it. Hope came back with a large bowl of freshly popped popcorn and they cuddled as they watched the movie. They shared an occasional kiss and made comments every now and then but for the most part, they just enjoyed being with each other. They had managed to create the most perfect, although simple, date night without coordination, which meant they knew each other as if they had grown up together and spent a lifetime loving each other. And that was all they needed.

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#marvel #langdyne #scott x hope #scott lang #hope van dyne #amatw #ant man and the wasp #antman #antman and the wasp #the wasp #mcu #marvel fanfiction #fluff #fanfiction #paul rudd #evangeline lilly #The Avengers

[oosteven-universe]

Going to the Chapel #4

Going to the Chapel #4 Action Lab Danger Zone 2019 Written by David Pepose Illustrated by Gavin Guidry Coloured by Liz Kramer Lettered by Ariana Maher     Locked in a stalemate with the police, an unexpected loss sends Emily and the Bad Elvis Gang spiralling into chaos — but unfortunately, Emily’s dysfunctional wedding party isn’t going to take this lying down. Can this bride pull off one last escape, or will her worst secrets be unveiled?     This book really is hysterical fun! Between all the flashbacks and seeing the gang muck this up and the wedding guests finding themselves weapons while the cops are out front yeah I think this outdoes The Hangover in terms of appeal and how well it's written. If you don't know what to expect with this issue you aren't alone because no one does, not the bride, the groom, Tom or anyone else at this completely effed up shindig of a wedding. So sit back and enjoy a ride down memory lane and see who she runs off with, the bad boy ex or the safe bet!     I have been thoroughly enjoying the way that this is being told. The story & plot development that we see through how the sequence of events unfold and how the reader learns information is laid down extremely well. The flashbacks to when they were together are great and showcase how a sweet girl does indeed like a bad boy. The character development that we see here is utterly phenomenal. Each person is fleshed out in their own way and we see them shine and well as be a dud at times and there are moments when the characters will shock the hell out of you. The pacing is superb and how it takes us through the pages revealing the twists and turns along the way is fantastic. How all this works together to create the books ebb & flow and showcase how the book is structured is utterly marvellous.     I have been enjoying this since the first page of the first issue. It is a roller-coaster ride of emotion and filled with unexpected moments and self realisations that almost seem out of place. One thing that David has done continuously is keep the reader on their toes and guessing what is going to happen next, who will she choose and will anyone get out of this alive? This is pure magic people!     The interiors have been nice and consistent the entire series. I do wish that Gavin would learn how to utilise backgrounds more but it is what it is at this point. The linework is laid down extremely well and the attention to detail that we see brings the moments to life beautifully. I wish Grandma Harriet would've gotten more detail in her and looked less like she was wearing some pink wig, or an actual woman for that matter, but she a freaking hoot and half so to see here have the role here she does marvellous job. The utilisation of the page layouts and how we see the angles and perspective in the panels shows a decent eye for storytelling. The colour work we see is very nice and how the tones and hues are utilised to show shading, highlights and shadows is well rendered. ​     David is one of the up and comers that you need to keep your eye on. He has a good, solid skill set to go along with the imagination and creativity that we've seen throughout the series. How this ends is not something you should learn outside of reading this for yourself. Me I was flabbergasted, chuffed and impressed every last panel in this issue! Guess what you'll be too.

#comic books #comics reviews #Action Lab Danger Zone #David Pepose

[eddycurrents]

For the week of 5 May 2019

Quick Bits:

Age of Conan: Bêlit #3 throws a few road bumps in the way of Bêlit’s plans as the Kushites renege of their deal and her drunken “Captain” continues being a jerk. I’m really liking this exploration of Bêlit’s early days from Tini Howard, Kate Niemczyk, Scott Hanna, Jason Keith, and Travis Lanham.

| Published by Marvel

Archie #704 throws some roadblocks in the way of Archie and Sabrina’s relationship through the form of a “Bachelor”-like charity programme set up by Cheryl. I love the even more stylized pastel colour palette from Matt Herms.

| Published by Archie Comics

Batman & The Outsiders #1 is an entertaining debut from Bryan Hill, Dexter Soy, Veronica Gandini, Clayton Cowles. I’ve not read the arc in Detective Comics that feeds into this, but this first issue provides enough information for new readers now to be lost and gives good incentive to check out what’s come before. Great art from Soy and Gandini, with an interesting look inside a team and a compelling start to a mystery about the last survivor from a metahuman generating factory.

| Published by DC Comics

Bettie Page #4 concludes the QE2 aliens caper. Love the art from Julius Ohta, Ellie Wright, and Sheelagh D.

| Published by Dynamite

Bronze Age Boogie #2 continues the strangest Doom Patrol story as the Martian invasion angle has taken hold in the future and a motley crew of heroes bands together to try to stop them. Stuart Moore, Alberto Ponticelli, Giulia Brusco, and Rob Steen are playing with some interesting cross-media influences to tell a highly entertaining tale. It’s rounded out with the usual goodies in the form of prose, letters, and what’s probably my favourite of the back-up strips so far, Major Ursa, from Tyrone Finch, Mauricet, Lee Loughridge, and Rob Steen.

| Published by Ahoy

Conan the Barbarian #6 sees Jason Aaron, Mahmud Asrar, Matthew Wilson, and Travis Lanham tell a story of Conan’s frustrations as a mercenary in the skirmishes between Turan and Stygia. People constantly underestimating Conan is always a fun story.

| Published by Marvel

Deadly Class #38 sees Marcus and Maria return to King’s Dominion. It’s kind of messed up seeing the new status quo, but at the same time the tension that Rick Remender, Wes Craig, Jordan Boyd, and Rus Wooton build here between to old Legacy kids and Marcus & Maria feels like it’s going to explode, suggesting something even worse for the characters is coming soon. It’s very captivating.

| Published by Image / Giant Generator

Detective Comics #1003 reveals the identity of the Arkham Knight. It’s not really anyone you could have possibly guessed, but an interesting addition to Batman’s rogues gallery. Also the cult surrounding the Arkham Knight is certifiably insane. Gorgeous artwork again from Brad Walker, Andrew Hennessy, and Nathan Fairbairn.

| Published by Marvel

The Empty Man #7 goes full Clive Barker as we get an explanation for what the Empty Man really is and how he continues to manifest himself upon reality. I know I keep saying it, but the body horror brought about in the art from Jesús Hervás and Niko Guardia just can’t be stressed enough. Every issue they seem to outdo themselves with creepy and intriguing designs.

| Published by BOOM! Studios

Eve Stranger #1 looks to be another winner for Black Crown. This first issue sets up the titular character as a secret agent who seems to need to reboot her memory every week. Why, exactly, is left unknown, but that’s part of the fun. David Barnett, Philip Bond, Eva de la Cruz, and Jane Heir do a wonderful job here with the action and intrigue. Also it’s great to see Bond doing more espionage tinged action, his art always looks so great telling these kinds of stories.

| Published by IDW / Black Crown

Excellence #1 is a thoroughly excellent debut from Brandon Thomas, Khary Randolph, Emilio Lopez, and Deron Bennett. The world and character building in this first issue is impeccable and the art from Randolph and Lopez will just blow you away. Incredible development of a magic-based society and the class structure therein.

| Published by Image / Skybound

The Flash #70 begins “Year One” promising new insight and occurrences during Barry’s origin story. Given that the last time this happened his mother was murdered, changing the timeline and resulting down the line in Barry trying to fix it with Flashpoint, anything’s possible. The real draw, though, is the stunning artwork from Howard Porter and Hi-Fi. Porter is really giving this his all and it shines through wonderfully.

| Published by DC Comics

Hawkman #12 brings Bryan Hitch’s tenure on the series to an end with the conclusion to “Cataclysm”. This is an excellent, action-packed final confrontation between the legion of Hawkmen and the Deathbringers, setting up a whole Hawkman for possibly the first time and hints as to worse things waiting on the horizon.

| Published by DC Comics

Infinite Dark #6 amplifies the terror and chaos as the dead-ish things exposed to the void start spreading fear and panic throughout the station. Ryan Cady, Andrea Mutti, K. Michael Russell, and Troy Peteri ratchet up the horror here.

| Published by Image / Top Cow

Invaders #5 raises more questions after we thought some things were coming into focus in the previous issue, as Chip Zdarsky, Carlos Magno, Butch Guice, Alex Guimarães, and Travis Lanham continue “War Ghosts”. The tension here on the brink of all out war between the US and Atlantis is incredible, and there are more interesting twists that suggest something far more sinister occurring.

| Published by Marvel

Jim Henson’s The Storyteller: Sirens #2 features a gorgeous adaptation of the story of Chinese mother goddess, Nuwa, by Chan Chau with letters by Jim Campbell. The artwork is amazingly beautiful supporting a very sweet tale.

| Published by Boom Entertainment / Archaia

Justice League Odyssey #9 opens up an interesting thread that Starfire, Cyborg, and Azrael may be unduly under the influence of Darkseid. Dan Abnett is setting up some simmering conflict between Jessica Cruz and the rest of the team here, along with quite a few occult catchphrases thrown in to help amplify the mood.

| Published by DC Comics

Lodger #5 is the end to this excellent crime drama from the Laphams and it is all kinds of messed up. We learn what really happened to Ricky’s family and...yeah. This has been a strange, at times disturbing, ride and they stuck the landing.

| Published by IDW / Black Crown

Murder Falcon #8 is the epic conclusion to this series as Jake and Murf take on Magnum Khaos. Between this series and Extremity, Daniel Warren Johnson has proven himself time and again as a master storyteller and it shines through with the heartrending end to this story. This one goes up to eleven.

| Published by Image / Skybound

Red Sonja & Vampirella Meet Betty & Veronica #1 is an interesting mash-up of the three properties from Amy Chu, Maria Sanapo, Vinicius Andrade, and Taylor Esposito. Some nice fish out of water humour as Sonja and Vampirella acclimate to Riverdale.

| Published by Dynamite

Savage Sword of Conan #5 concludes “The Cult of Koga Thun” from Gerry Duggan, Ron Garney, Richard Isanove, and Travis Lanham. Some interesting twists in this finale of what has been a highly entertaining adventure.

| Published by Marvel

She Could Fly: The Lost Pilot #2 sees Martín Morazzo cut loose again with some of the designs and presentation for Luna’s dreams and schizophrenic episodes.

| Published by Dark Horse / Berger Books

Star Wars: Age of Rebellion - Boba Fett #1 features some incredibly rich artwork from Marc Laming and Neeraj Menon. Great detail throughout this story spotlighting Boba Fett’s cold, silent amorality.

| Published by Marvel

Star Wars: Doctor Aphra #32 begins “Unspeakable Rebel Superweapon” as Aphra and her young protege steal the titular MacGuffin. There’s some interesting flashbacks to Aphra’s youth and it’s great to see Caspar Wijngaard doing more Star Wars art, even if just the flashbacks.

| Published by Marvel

These Savage Shores #4 is a sumptuous feast. Ram V, Sumit Kumar, Vittorio Astone, and Aditya Bidikar are elevating the artform of comics which each subsequent issue. The epistolary narrative, the horror and mythological themes, the plays upon the nine-panel grid, the shadowy character designs, the lush and spooky colours, the overlap with historical events, the unique approach and detail in each character’s missive...just one of these elements would result in an entertaining tale, this comic mixes all of them into a superlative package. You’re doing yourself a disservice if you’re not reading this series.

| Published by Vault

The Unstoppable Wasp #7 throws Nadia a birthday party, wherein she learns of her relations to what seems like half of the Marvel universe. Also, issues a death threat to Tony Stark. It’s cute, from Jeremy Whitley, Alti Firmansyah, Espen Grundetjern, and Joe Caramagna.

| Published by Marvel

War of the Realms: New Agents of Atlas #1 sets up the conflict in the Pacific with Sindr while introducing a swath of new international characters to the Marvel universe. Also, Amadeus Cho continues to be a massive idiot, even at his shrunken size. Great art from Gang Hyuk Lim and Federico Blee.

| Published by Marvel

Wonder Twins #4 sets up the twins with a pair of dates, allowing for some hilarious misadventures. Also, Polly seems to have a weird obsession with testicular cancer. Mark Russell, Stephen Byrne, and Dave Sharpe continue the fun, even though this one kind of takes us away from all ages material.

| Published by DC Comics / Wonder Comics

Wyrd #3 opens up the messy can of worms of Wyrd’s past further as a figure out of the past he can’t remember emerges for a “meet”. Great tone and atmosphere for this story from Curt Pires, Antonio Fuso, Stefano Simeone, and Micah Myers.

| Published by Dark Horse

X-Force #7 begins “The Counterfeit King” from Ed Brisson, Dylan Burnett, Damian Couceiro, Jesus Aburtov, and Joe Caramagna as past and present threaten to collide. Some nice character development for the team as they wait for Deathlok to do his thing.

| Published by Marvel

Other Highlights: Accell #20, Age of X-Man: Apocalypse & The X-Tracts #3, Battlestar Galactica: Twilight Command #3, Betty & Veronica #5, Black Hammer: Age of Doom #10, By Night #11, Captain America #10, Captain Marvel #5, Catwoman #11, Curse Words #21, Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man #6, Gunning for Hits #5, Hack/Slash vs. Chaos #5, Hit Girl: Season Two #4, House of Whispers #9, Ice Cream Man #12, James Bond: Origin #9, The Last Space Race #4, The Long Con #9, Marvels Annotated #3, Oberon #4, Ronin Island #3, Section Zero #2, Shadow Roads #7, Six Days, Spider-Man/Deadpool #50, Star Wars Adventures #21, Supergirl #30, Symbiote Spider-Man #2, The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl #44, Unnatural #9, Vindication #4, War of the Realms: Journey Into Mystery #2, Wasted Space #9, Waves, Wonder Woman #70

Recommended Collections: Accell - Volume 4: Slipstream Dream, Beyonders - Volume 1, Blackbird - Volume 1, Doctor Who: The Thirteenth Doctor - Volume 1, The Freeze - Volume 1, Justice League - Volume 2: Graveyard of the Gods, Pearl - Volume 1, Quantum & Woody! - Volume 2: Separation Anxiety, Red Sonja/Tarzan, Spider-Gwen: Ghost Spider - Volume 1: Spider-Geddon, Star Wars: Age of Republic - Villains, Thor by Jason Aaron: Complete Collection - Volume 1, The Woods: Yearbook Edition - Volume 1

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#This Week in Comics

[fireteamcatastrophe]

STRIKE: The Leaning Tower

((Let’s just say this is a fan-strike, something I write up and can let you all daydream about. I got really inspired to make a strike, so... Here we are! Tell me what you think!))

"Fireteam, Operation Stormcoat is a-”

The Vanguard channels go silent after a wave of static. A gravely voice of an Exo fills the commline: “Hello, ‘fireteam,’ I’m gonna run tac-” and your Ghost gives some snappy retort.

“This is a Vanguard Official Channel, identify yourself or-”

“Shut your mouth, Ghost. Real men are talkin’ here.” The Ghost sputters out a protest, but ultimately is talked over by the Exo: “You lot happened to be where I needed to look for some... Fun. You all know the EDZ, yea? You know that it goes pretty far? Well, there’s a former House of Kings hideout that a ‘mutual acquaintance’ of ours has contracted me to get into.”

There is a raspy cough, a laugh almost, signature of Spider, as the ships enter Earth’s orbit. There is a new set of coordinates. Your Ghost quietly identifies it as... Italy? No, that can’t be right. Where’s Trostland?

“Mutual Acquaintance, Breaker-77? You do me a disservice. We’re all friends here, right? And don’t I pay my friends well? Allow me to do the... Tactical briefing, isn’t it? Ahem! You see, some of my most recently hired belligerents are telling me there is a... Unique piece of salvage in an old tower. You might not know its name, but I do,” the Spider laughs, “The Leaning Tower of Pisa. You’re going to hit a pre-Golden Age relic. It’s got some goods in it that are mine. And I’ve got cold hard cash that’s yours, if you can pull this off. Might even consider your debts!”

The area is something that would make a Cryptarch weep: massive architectural marvels in various states of decay, vines and other greenery consuming what was once proudly maintained. Infested with Fallen, these once wonderful testaments to human ingenuity are commented upon by Spider. With occasional quips from Breaker-77. One in particular stands out, as you find your fireteam standing in a decrepit old cathedral.

“What are we doing in this place?” Ghost asks.

“You say that like you don’t recognize it! The Baptistry of Pisa! A marvelous little cathedral, from what your records state. Full of great things from before people worshiped the Traveler. Always hard to imagine there were gods before the Traveler and those foul things the Hive worship, isn’t it?”

“Alright, back to tactical: you’re gonna have to get keys to actually make it into the Tower proper. Like the kind in Lost Sectors. So you have to kill big guys. And I know just how to summon them. See, the local Kell here thinks he’s hot stuff, the kind that can outdo Spider.”

Spider lets out a loud ‘bah!’ at that remark.

“So I’ve set up something rather... Special. Give me a beacon. I’m gonna transmat some rare pre-Golden Age relics that’ll summon him in.”

“You what!?” Spider shouts in disbelief.

“You want me to draw him out, Spider, or do you want to have this bozo slip? Once those relics are out there, torch ‘em. This ‘Kell of Towers’ or whatever he calls himself fancies himself a connoisseur. And, well, you know the one with the smirking woman?”

“The Mona Lisa?”

“The stolen Mona Lisa,” Breaker says with glee, “And these Guardians are gonna torch it. See, I yoinked it from this Kell.”

As an ignorant Guardian chucks a grenade on the crates, with the Mona Lisa leaning on one, the loot burns. And a roar is heard across all channels.

“Oh, that’s not good,” Ghost says with worry.

“Of course it’s not, Little Light,” Breaker laughs as Spider roars.

“You better have good reason for this, you miserable Guardian!”

A Skiff enters the field, firing wildly. Breaker advises the fireteam get into a radius of the boxes, so that the Skiff doesn’t wipe them out.

“Alright, hold your ground, he’ll come down,” Breaker chuckles.

Four waves of Fallen, increasing in strength and anger. And finally, the Kell himself. More of a Captain, but still a big one, he rushes in with blades and keeps the fireteam in short range and regularly swipes his blades as he runs, clipping any who try to backpedal.

“He was definitely mad, take his keys. The Tower itself has an entrance at the top. The Fallen created one of their teleporter things that move you from floor to floor. What you’re gonna do is smoke out the real Kell. See, an old Kings Kell really runs this joint, and has all the Glimmer on a chest he keeps with him. That Glimmer has a key to a vault in the Shore, one Spider’s after. You know the drill. Go floor to floor, burning everything you can get your hands on. Smash, grab, I don’t care. You need to get him out of hiding to confront you directly, and nothing’s gonna do it more than burning everything he owns. See, the Eliskni really hate it when you burn their stuff.”

“You don’t?!” Spider exclaims.

“Besides the point.”

The Tower itself is surrounded by a maze of Fallen structures. They all seem to be a wrapping of sorts, making a rough staircase to the top. Climbing over hazardous terrain and avoiding various things such as Spider Mines and tripwires, the fireteam finds itself to the top.

“Hold yourselves! I have a challenge. See, I loathe to see things like this burn, but... Perhaps I can up the ante. This King has been on my list for some time. I want him to burn! And chances are, he’ll find a way to fake his own death. Send a message. I hear you all like Light, right? Drink it up like wine, right? Good. Good. Breaker has secured something, and I want you to use it to clean house.”

Whatever the skulls are for that strike, Breaker will make a short quip about them. As the party moves from floor to floor, the Spider and Breaker will continue to make remarks. Players will be instructed to not only burn any Fallen they encounter, but destroy each floor’s stashes. Art pieces, massive troves of Glimmer, everything. Leave nothing standing, burn it all down. Arc Singe? Chaos Reach, Fists of Havoc, Arcstrider, all of those. Void Singe? Nova Bombs, Sentinel Shields, Deadfalls, anything that works. It’s all gotta go.

After seven floors of burning everything, the ground floor opens up. The floor itself has been widened out, with some trenchwork dug into it. Out climbs the King himself: Fareksis, Kell of Pisa.

“Kell of Pisa...” Breaker chuckles, “You... You’re not serious?” Breaker slowly breaks out into a full laugh.

“He’s named after the region he claims, Breaker! His name isn’t a play on that Human dish with tomato sauce and chee-”

“Look at him, his color scheme! Gold, with red undertones and... Oh Traveler’s Crack is that... Does he have pepperoni-red eyes?! HAHAHA!”

Spider stifles a chuckle, and the fight commences. This Kell fights like most are wont to do: large weapon, strutting about the battlefield and stomping around. You’ve burned his fortunes, taunted him with rare relics, might as well do him in.

As he falls, a chest materializes.

“Good, good, you all are pretty slick. I can work with that,” Breaker hems.

“You almost destroyed the Tower of Pisa! How is that ‘slick?!’ Not a single bit of that went according to any plan.”

“You know, Spider, almost as good as I do, that no plan survives contact with the enemy. In the line of work we’re in, that doesn’t change just because it’s involving Guardians and Eliksni.”

“Very well,” Spider says, “But you had too much fun! Too easy a heist for you! And you burned relics! I won’t consider your debts unt-”

“You think I’d really burn the Mona Lisa to get back at a measly King? No. I’ve still got it.”

“Then perhaps... Perhaps we can talk about lessening your debts...”

#bungie #destiny 2 #destiny rp #destiny roleplay #destiny fanfiction #strike #destiny fan strike #bungie pls

[themonolithicmystique]

Further Marvel growth/tg/expansion, the works

macrocondy3point0 https://hdover.deviantart.com/art/Blueberry-Mantis-744714307 https://hdover.deviantart.com/art/Mantis-Inflation-744692879 I don’t think i can stress how precious bloaty mantis is

twitchystitch she’s just so… CUDDLYYY! and she’s even MORE cuddly here!

twitchystitch a thought: MJ’s venom is SO powerful that shse can make even mantis in matnis’ sheer brain defying size get all bloated or mantis is so overwhelmed with ‘SO CUTE!’ that she amplifies its effects

macrocondy3point0 MJ’s got big ambitions if she sees someone as enormous as Mantis and thinks “Must smooch”

twitchystitch she takes one look at a woman so big that her proportions overshadow entire solar systems and she thinks “damn she is so cute imma smooch that” her ambition is Legendary!

macrocondy3point0

also

macrocondy3point0 i kind of want hope to be involved somehow

twitchystitch i suggest that Hope and MJ develop a kind of friendship, going about and smooching up people, bloating them to incredible size they try to outdo each other in competitions hope flies, MJ ensnares them a wasp/spider attack rivalry

macrocondy3point0 has hope mutated any

twitchystitch i wanna say permanant biomechanical wasp wings POSSIBLY some chitin maybe multiple bug eyes??

twitchystitch very thick, big lips for powerful venom delivery

macrocondy3point0 I’m down for all of that

twitchystitch (I AM SO DOWN FOR SUPER MUTATION STUFF IN EVERYTHING) she can fly whether or not she is small but she does enjoy shrinking down to incredibly tiny sizes fractions of inches and so forth and giving people kisses that puff them up they barely even feel her now they are POOFED

macrocondy3point0 I assume the effectiveness of her venom doesn’t dilute at all the smaller she gets?

twitchystitch nope! im torn between implied that it gets more concentrated or that the smalelr she gets the longer it takes to take effect if she kisses you at full size, for instance, it happens immediately but she likes giving MULTIPLE injections at small size no such luck when full sized

macrocondy3point0 I like the sound of that Another question what about Janet, still stuck in the microverse?

twitchystitch i think, by now, she should be rescued! with mantis making the laws of physics way more flexible, hope and scott were able to shrink down and pull her out

twitchystitch “huh. who gave the bug lady pym particles?” “no one, she showed up like that”

“HUH”

macrocondy3point0 Hope overrules Hank and Scott and releases Pym tech to the world so now people can just casually adjust their height at will Though nobody’s nearly as good at it as the two of them

twitchystitch YES everyone can change size to their whim! and mantis has gently readjusted reality so you cant hurt yourself using it basically everyone has sizeshifting as a Thing now i also propose that Janet has Giant-Woman themes here

twitchystitch hope has wasp pretty well covered she’s proud to let her daughter take up the mantle

macrocondy3point0 plus she spent so long tiny she’s determined to never be under ten feet ever again

twitchystitch she feels weird when she’s too small she likes seeing how BIG she can get! sometimes she can push even geographic sizes she will toelrate being 'merely’ 10 feet tal, but only because Hank likes to be able to hold her hand (otherwise he is usually on her body, somewhere)

macrocondy3point0 also, an idea they kind of have to smooch someone on the regular

macrocondy3point0 because the venom builds up fast, and if they don’t release it somehow, you start to see their lips glistening or even dripping with it and eventually getting bigger from the sheer amount stored

twitchystitch OOOOH YES it has a good blend of physical weirdness and even MORE lip expansion! between them i say that MJ likes waiting as long as she can, until she is oozing venom, and she has a surprisingly high threshhold hope is less patient

macrocondy3point0 so MJ has inflation covered, Hope shrinking, Janet giant

twitchystitch as soon as she feels strain, she will kiss to off-put the load

macrocondy3point0 what should Widow have unique to her?

twitchystitch HMMMM

twitchystitch perhaps hyper hourglass? her widow symbol is a pretty good description of her body shape (also would their venom change people to fit their personal theme: hope can shrink people, Janet makes them grow, and so forth?)

macrocondy3point0 maybe not at first, but once mantis becomes aware of them definitely (Effects from janet and hope have to wear off naturally and can’t be effected by pym particles)

twitchystitch YES widow’s hips were wider than she is tall, her breasts bigger than her entire upper torso her waist is so slim it’s technically invisible from some angles I LIKE THAT IDEA FOR THE VENOM

twitchystitch sometimes the three kiss the same person with different doesses just to see what will happen!

macrocondy3point0 like maybe gwen?

twitchystitch yes!! in fact consider that Gwen is a happy test subject for all the different kinds of experiemnts she will volunteer for them sometimes she takes notes (also, how about Gwen is hosting a symbiote? it just turned up and took residence on her and Gwen loves the darling)

macrocondy3point0 Definitely Maybe in her hair specifically?

twitchystitch oooh yes

twitchystitch for hair growth??

macrocondy3point0 yes gooey gloopy hair growth

twitchystitch massively long, luxuriant hair that does all kinds of unusual things, sometimes feeling up people Gwen has Feelings for GOOEY GLOOPY HAIR THE VERY BEST KIND OF HAIR gwen often goes about with just godiva hair wearing nothing but properly placed trails of her hair

macrocondy3point0 Yes, good or using it as limbs to walk around on

twitchystitch she walsk by and MJ goes EEP

macrocondy3point0 So she’s just hanging in the middle of it

twitchystitch gwen’s hair just gave her a healthy pat to the butt, MJ is actually flustered YES she swings around with her hair makes webs and stuff with it even crude objects or limbs its like the green lantern ring of hair (as for color i provide these suggestions: same as her original hair

twitchystitch rainbow colored, changes to whatever they feel like or a pretty iridescent shade) or possibly all of those; the hair changes color depending on whatever the symbiote has recently absorbed or eaten?

macrocondy3point0 I think a briliant blonde color works well with colored highlights

twitchystitch yes, I like this a lot!! gwen lieks to pose seductively, trails of goopy slime sliding down her body often in suggestive ways a few droplets making kissy shapes at nearby people

macrocondy3point0 they try to snare Hope pretty regularly

twitchystitch hope ALWAYS flits just out of range no matter how tiny she is, or how fast the goo whips they cannot ever ensnare her she is just too fast

macrocondy3point0 she’s surprisingly swift given her sheer bulk

twitchystitch im forced to assume that even at small size, Hope is a shortstack she looks like she is too meaty to move fast but she essentially has super speed

macrocondy3point0 So when she’s not restricting herself, how tall does Janet hang out at?

twitchystitch i’d say around a hundred feet or so she’s willing to go smaller to fit around places but she likes being big

twitchystitch scott is super envious goliath just shrugs, he doesn’t mind

macrocondy3point0 or she just smooches what’s in her way and they go soft

twitchystitch ooh yes a building in her way, she kisses it and gently nudgles it aside until its like molding some kind of jello, or playdoh she manipualtes it into a shape and moves around it at big enough sizes, she will do this to entire cities not for any gain, she can’t hurt them, she just likes doing that for fun

twitchystitch hank: janet was a very… firm woman. and by that i mean she was domineering as hell and i love that about her

macrocondy3point0 Things she kisses don’t puff up or melt or anything they just get really, really squishy. imagine her kissing MJ

twitchystitch yes like suepr duper elastic and modable; people kissed by her become perfect contortionists! (as a side note that is a thing sierra can do with her mass shifting powers i’ve been mentioning)

BUT LIKE MJ OH GEEZ with MJ’s sheer possible mass, just imagine how much SQUISH janet has to work with! her hands were already sinking into MJ BEFORE she kissed her now she can just pick up MJ and remold her into an entirely different form

macrocondy3point0 or, alternately since we haven’t mentioned her in a while Jessica

twitchystitch oooh, jessica! and i’m not sure if she has any particular abilities in this AU?

macrocondy3point0 well What we did with her was have her go to Wakanda and get really heavy off their food and then get smooched a bunch by MJ when she got home

macrocondy3point0 so she’s HUGE

twitchystitch absolutely MASSIVE in size! would she be ballooned, or should she maintain a human form? just

twitchystitch very puffed up?

macrocondy3point0 i think we said that it inflates pretty much everything, including fat So she’s exaggeratedly flabby, but also puffy

twitchystitch yes, i like that! im thinking that she might also be even heavier than you’d think for her size she is MASSIVELY dense relative to her size so its aL OT of mass for Janet to work with

macrocondy3point0 all her stress and tension evaporates instantly

twitchystitch idea, jessica finds having her body worked and generally messed with, by any source, incredibly soothing she seeks out the feeling at every opportunity

macrocondy3point0 maybe hope shrinks her down?

twitchystitch yes hope actually routinely seeks out those who get to big and might go overboard or cant handle the sensation of being Big jessica is constantly trying to get ridiculously big and Hope has to rein her in

macrocondy3point0 shrinks her small enough to fit in her hand Jessica whines and squirms in protest

twitchystitch she’s still so bulgy that her body squishes against hope’s fingers but hope remains firm

macrocondy3point0 a lot of Hope’s superhero duties involve finding people who lost control of their pym particles and started growing out of control, shrinking them down to comfort them

twitchystitch “No big for you until you’re responsible for it.” OOOH YES, i like that a lot!a

twitchystitch she deals with a lot of people who simply cant control it, or wont sometimes she has little pockets ona  belt to carry them all in (but usually prefers to put them in her cleavage or against her body in some way they find the contact comforting and they doze off easily

macrocondy3point0 if she has too many she drops them off with Gwen

twitchystitch who ALWAYS has plenty of room for them; her symbiote gently scoops them up making little lips to kiss them and hides them in its hair-body somewhere there is a LOT of slorping noises as they get contained in it all no matter how many hope provides, there is never any visible sign of them at all

macrocondy3point0 only some ever get grown back

twitchystitch hope says that lots of them haven’t shown the responsibiltiy to handle their new poewrs, and believes that if they CAN grow back, than they have the responsibility to be allowed to do so a lot of them like Gwen’s hair too much to leave and gwen gets protective of them her hair hisses if you try to take them from her

macrocondy3point0 (what if it starts to shrink gwen within her own hair)

twitchystitch OOOOH like im assuming that while gwen’s hair remains consistent size gwen HERSELF will start dwindling down usually not much, only a bit at a time

twitchystitch but culmatively, with all those people? she will get VERY small over time

macrocondy3point0 all while her hair pampers her

twitchystitch gwen’s hair is extremely coddling; even normal sized it will hand her things, tuck her in, feed her and spoil her rotten as she shrinks, becoming smaller and, to her hair’s perspective, more helpless, it gets even more fussy gwen hardly moves at all as her hair picks her up and shuffles about handling all possible needs for her

macrocondy3point0 she gets to the point where individual strands of hair are doens of feet thick to her

twitchystitch and any one of them, close enough, is gently curling around her, supporting her tightly and embracing her like a blanket

macrocondy3point0 hope occassionally smooches MJ so she can visit Gwen in her hair

twitchystitch gwen is torn; shel ikes to be nude but she likes to be cuddled, she eventually opts to let her hair embrace her because it feels so Nice

twitchystitch MJ’s visists are greatly looked foward to by Gwen; they hug a lot and even do non-sizeshifting smooches while MJ makes sure that the others in gwen’s hair are cared for

macrocondy3point0 would gwen still be skinny, or plumped up from her hair taking care of her?

twitchystitch im thinking plumped up from her hair taking so much care of her; it spoils her silly!

macrocondy3point0 has her personality changed any?

twitchystitch mmmm maybe she’s getting a bit on the bratty side? she wants what she wants and she wants it NOW rather impatient and pouty when she doesnt get her way MJ teases her mercilessly when she’s in those moods

macrocondy3point0 it always miffs her that MJ is even bigger no matter how small she shrinks

twitchystitch no matter how tiny the both of them might be, MJ always, ALWAYS dwarfs her

twitchystitch sometimes gwen is knee sized to MJ sometime’s only half her size but mj is always pick enough to pick her up and taunt her over how cute and tiny she is! symbiote hair allows this, she thinks it’s cute (im assuming symbiote hair is fine with being a girl)

#Extended conversations #twitchystitch #Marvel Growth AU

[angelkurenai]

Ten minutes - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Title: Ten minutes

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Imagine being a famour actress and attending the premiere of “IT” with your boyfriend, Bill, even if your relationship is a secret and you pretend to be just friends. The kids love you all very much, since you’ve known them ever since they started filming, and they love nothing more than to tease Bill about your relationship and embarrass him in front of everybody.

A/N: (Y/s/n) = Your superhero name, this is so full of fluff and cute moments! I seriously love all those kids so much and them teasing Bill is what I live for!

“Are you nervous?” you whispered in his ear and his head immediately snapped from the window he was looking to you.

“Nervous?” he chuckled “No, why would you-” he didn't even get to finish his sentence as he followed your gaze and he too looked down to see you had noticed he had been moving his foot up and down non stop.

“Right.” he breathed out a laugh as he nodded his head “I see why.”

You only smiled gently, cupping his cheek with your other hand that wasn't holding his and made him look at you “Don't.” you whispered, looking deeply in his eyes “You have no reason to, baby. You were amazing, you worked so hard for this and the whole world will get to see it. Starting with today, I am sure everybody will love the movie and your work. I am absolutely sure about it, I was there through it all remember? I saw all the effort you put into it, now it's time you enjoyeit. And so will everybody else. You'll see, I am always right.” you winked at him and a grin broke on his face.

“Yes, yes you are.” he breathed out, resting his forehead against yours “I just still feel like I can't help it. I never expected to be here, I always just dreamed about it, and now here we are.” he locked fingers with yours and you closed your eyes for a moment.

“You made it here, Bill. Through dedication, effort and all the passion you have and put into it, you have actually made it here. You worked your way to this, just enjoy it baby. For yourself above all.”

“I wouldn't have done anything if it wasn't for you.” he whispered, his lips brushing past yours as he spoke and you had to keep yourself from getting lost in his eyes.

“Not really.” you whispered, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Yes really. And don't fight me on this, I could keep going on forever.” he chuckled and you grinned, squeezing his hand “And I have my ways of convincing you and you know it.”

Silence followed and both you and Bill opted for looking outside of the window at the passing scenery, and as expected his moment of peace and calmness didn't last long as his nervous habit began again. You noticed he was stomping his leg again impatiently.

You let a somewhat frustrated sigh as you placed a hand on his knee to stop him from moving. His eyes once more jumped to meet yours and you silently scolded him.

“Sorry” he breathed out and you let another sigh.

“It's not that and you know it.” you whispered, your hand trailing up to finally rest on his chest for a moment “You are going to be great, don't you trust me on this?”

“I do but-”

“Sshh” you leaned in and pressed your lips to his, your arm sneaking to wrap around his abdomen through his jacket “Do you want me to help you relax?” your whispered, your lips playing with his.

“You have no idea how much I love the sound of that.” he breathed out in a rough voice, kissing you back once more after glancing at the black window giving you privacy from the driver “But we don't have that much time, when he get back perhaps?” he asked with a smirk and you grinned, nodding your head.

“Deal”

~*~

“Oh my gosh! (Y/n)!” it was the first voice you heard only a couple minutes later after you stood on the red carpet after whispering a “You'll do great.” to Bill. You gave him a good luck kiss before you left the limo because after that you had to keep some distance. There were people that knew you'd be there, your friendship with the Skarsgard was well knownconsidering you had also worked with his father in the past, but nobody knew you were actually more than friends and you wanted to keep it that way for just a little bit longer.

Your head immediately turned and you faced your favorite, you didn't feel guilty at all to admit, of the IT squad, Jackson. The youngest boy ran to you and you giggled as you bent down to pick him up and he wrapped his arms tightly around you.

“Jackson, how is my favorite little boy?” you asked with a grin as he smiled widely at you.

“I am great! Look at all these people here to see me and my friends in the movie! And- and the posters? Do you see them? That's me with- with Bill!” he grinned, showing at all the fans and reporters and you giggled, kissing his cheek.

“Yes Jackson, they are here to see you! And those posters, wow! You look amazing!” you tickled his side and he laughed.

“You're really beautiful today!” he said and you grinned.

“Why thank you, my kind sir, you look amazing too! What a fine suit, hm and the color of the tie? Why does it remind me of something?” you tapped your finger on your chin in deep thought and he laughed, shaking his head at you.

“The poster (Y/n)!” he exclaimed and you gasped a little over-dramatically but it still got him to smile.

“Oh yes, silly me! How could I not see that?” you shook your head “It's ok, nobody can be as smart as you can right Georgie?” you asked with a smirk and he laughed.

“But you are!” he exclaimed “And so is (Y/s/n)!” he said and you grinned at his obvious love for your well-known superhero Marvel character.

Before you could open your mouth to say a word a reporter approached you and she spoke “Jackson, (Y/n) how great it is to see you two here together! We didn't know you were friends?” she asked and he nodded his head.

“She is my best friend!” he exclaimed and you grinned, nodding your head.

“That is amazing.” she said with a gentle smile “(Y/n) you are here for your friend Bill as well, am I right?”

“Yes of course, although truth is I've gotten to know everybody and become great friends with all the kids as well. And Jackson here is the one that first stole my heart!” you grinned as he smiled proudly when you kissed his cheek “He's like my little brother, I'm sure he'd love to be adopted into the Stark family?” you asked with a smirk and they both laughed.

“Wouldn't we all?” she asked and you laughed “Would you like to give us an interview Jackson?” she asked the little boy who nodded his head.

“Of course!” and you set him down.

“I'll see you later, big guy.” you ruffled his hair as he kissed your cheek.

“Bye (Y/n)! See you around!” he waved enthusiastically before turning to the camera.

You smiled softly at him before turning to make your way further down to the red carpet. Your eyes locked with your boyfriend's as he smiled widely at you and in return you gave him a wink. You had not taken a couple steps before you heard another, familiar, voice shout at you and turning around you faced your favorite group of kids ever since you met them.

“Well look at you!” you exclaimed, smiling widely as they all approached you with smiles “Don't you look fine today!” they all circled you as you tried to give each a warm and big hug.

It almost reminded you of the first day when you met them on set, they all came running towards you once they saw their favorite actress standing just a few feet away from them. You had stumbled, much like now, but luckily not fallen. Although, you so vividly remember, the answers they had been bombarding you with had made you feel dizzy. Pleasantly so, definitely more than when paps and reporters did it, because just a look at their sparkling eyes was enough to fill you with joy. However you could never deny it was the most adorable sight on Earth with all of them around you and little Jackson crawling under their feet to get to you.

“Oh gosh Sophia you look so so beautiful, sweetheart!” you breathed out as you hugged the only girl, her doing the same with her role model.

“I can never compete with you though, this dress is so beautiful! You'll steal the show!” she grinned up at you.

“Nonsense, you're amazing and you know it! You've already stolen the show before the boys could too!” you grinned at her and she smiled at you. Being the only girl your presence on the set had made her open up more to everybody else and at the same time have someone to talk when boys were being, well, boys. There's nothing like girl company.

“Oh and there you are!” you hugged Jaeden “You look real good tonight boys, dressed up pretty nice! How did you manage that?” you giggled as they shrugged as if it was nothing, showing off in the meantime.

“Oh no big deal, we got your boyfriend down we could surely tie a tie!” he said with a grin and you laughed.

“I am sure you do, come here you!” you hugged Jack as well “Wow dang you look good too!”

“Good enough to steal you from Bill?” he asked with a smirk and the rest of the kids along with you laughed at his genuity.

“Oh I'm sorry to tell you Jack, but you'll have to try harder than that!” you giggled, patting his back.

“Fair enough, challenge accepted!” he said with a grin and you all laughed as he straightened his back and puffed out his chest.

��Oh the testosterone.” Sophia said with a laugh and roll of her eyes.

“Try spending holidays with the Skarsgards, they constantly try to outdo each other at everything!” you chuckled.

She was ready to say something about that but a reporter approached you “I see you all guys are having fun! (Y/n) how great to see you join the premiere!”

“Uh yes I absolutely had to be here for all of my amazing friends!” you grinned, opening your arms widely for them to hug you, or at least try to “I am really happy because I was there during most of the takes and I saw all the hard work they put into this movie and how passionate and happy they were about it! I wouldn't miss it for the world!”

“Oh yes, you would visit them frequently on the set wouldn't you?”

“Them.” Jack said with a roll of his eyes and a funny face “Yeah right, woman what?” he said in a high pitched voice and you all laughed “Try him!” he exclaimed but luckily it wasn't heard because of all the laughing.

“Well, yeah truth is I actually feel like a proud big sister right now!” you chuckled as they all smiled at you.

“She speaks for the rest, I am her future husband but she doesn't know it! I am on a mission to win her heart, or at least (Y/s/n)'s. Whichever comes first!” Jack said with a proud smile and all you did was laugh along with the rest of the guys.

“He is pretty set on this.” you chuckled “But we're used to it because we got to know each other real well, so much we're a family now. And I honestly saw almost all of it and all of their efforts during the movie so I am really happy about them!”

“Saw all of it, yeah right.” Jack said with a smirk and a laugh “When she wasn't stuffing faces with Bill!”

“Stuffing faces, you say?” she asked with a raised eyebrow, suddenly very interested in the new piece of information.

“A tradition.” another voice piped in from behind you and you didn't have to turn to know who it was when you felt an arm around your waist and his warmth as he came to stand next to you “More like a Skarsgard tradition, that (Y/n) has began to love too. Eating contests, that's all. But we like to make it sound fancy.” Bill chuckled, giving the woman a charming smile that luckily got her to change the subject.

But it could only last so little.

“So you all have become a great big family, what's the best thing about it?”

“Uh embarrassing stories!” Jeremy said with a grin and all of the kids nodded their heads.

“We- we love the ones about Bill the most!” Finn spoke up as they all chuckled.

“Oh we certainly dont want a repeat of those, guys!” your boyfriend exclaimed, shaking his head with a scared smile and you giggled.

“He's saying that because we didn't stop mentioning it on set!” Jaeden explained with a laugh.

“And embarrassing him! It's become our favorite hobby!” Chosen said.

“Did you know that he forgot his name when he first went to talk to (Y/n)?” Wyatt chuckled.

“At least I know I didn't ha!” Jack piped in, smirking in satisfaction “And yet she still choses the creepy clown's trailer! I mean we have video games in ours-” he said turning to look back at the camera “But no, she spends hours in there with him and I don't wanna know what they are doing exactly!” he shook his head, raising his hands.

“Jack!” some of the kids exclaimed, along with you, but you all just seemed to laugh at his words unlike Bill who was just shaking his head, cheeks already tinted red.

“What? I am supposed to be a kid, I might no be innocent but i'm gonna pretend!” he said with a grin and you all laughed.

“Try dressing up as Pennywise, then you might have more luck!” Jeremy said with a chuckle.

“I still don't understand how the freaky clown still gets the girl! How do you do it?!” Jack said overdramtically “Especially when you almost spilled wine the first time you had dinner! Good thing about me: I don't drink wine!” he said with a wide smile.

“Dinner huh?” she asked interested.

“And he blushed! Oh all the blushing, (Y/n)- (Y/n) has photos of that!” Finn joined in eagerly and they all laughed.

“I always wanted so bad to post them after I managed to sneak a few!” Wyatt said with a grin.

“What? Why didn't you give them to me?!” Jack exclaimed.

“How long do you think it will take him till he blurts out the truth?” Bill whispered in your ear and you giggled at how embarrassed he looked.

“Hm he will try to embarrass you even more first, and the boys will join in, so I'll give him ten minutes tops!”

#bill #bill skarsgard #bill imagine #bill skarsgard imagine #bill one shot #bill skarsgard one shot #bill x reader #bill skarsgard x reader #bill fanfiction #bill skarsgard fanfiction #it #pennywise #it (2017)

[you-didnt-see-that-cuming]

1,500 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION

This is absolutely insane I am just blown away that this many people follow me and my weirdness...

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Frosting and Crushes Newt Scamander x Reader by @inkstainedfanfics “Newt has been distant the past week, focusing only on Tina and their work. You try to strike up conversation with him at dinner, but, after many failed attempts, grow irritated and leave early. Queenie decides to take matters into her own hands.”

Body Heat Sirius Black x Reader by @wizardwritings Reader is the younger sister of James and is in a relationship with Sirius.

Painkiller Sirius Black x Reader by @deerprongs Lilly gives Reader a potion to help her with her headache but ends up adding putting too much of an ingredient in that makes Reader loopy and giggly. Completed Series

Air B&E Bucky Barnes x Reader by @avengerofyourheart “When a mission requires close proximity with your least favorite teammate, you try to make the best of it, but a change in plans adds new challenges and possibly a new opportunity.”

Lost My Way Tom Holland x Reader by @intheheartoftomholland “Famous actor Tom Holland has been in the film industry for years now after making it big as Spiderman and he loses himself along the way.”

Being Pregnant With Steve Rogers’ Baby Steve Rogers x Reader by @fvckingsteverogers Basically an imagine...

The Bunkhouse Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes by @angryschnauzer “Bucky is backpacking through the Canadian Rockies when he decides to stay at a bunkhouse for the night. The only other guest is a loud and arrogant stranger by the name of Steve that does nothing except boast about his bravado and prowess. Its time for someone to take him down a peg or two.”

Incubus Bucky Barnes x Reader by @after-avenging-hours Basically sex demon Bucky begin a sex god.

Don’t Be Ashamed Newt Scamander x Reader by @fantasticnewtimagines Handicapped!Reader requires a cane to walk around and Newt is a sweetheart about it.

Urgent Care Avengers x Reader by @arrow-guy Reader brings Peggy to help diffuse the Civil War between Steve and Tony. Completed Series

Naked Bucky Barnes x Reader by @marvelous-fvcks “You accidentally walk in on Bucky as he gets ready for his date - completely naked - and your natural awkwardness only causes things to go from bad to worse. In an attempt to resolve the situation you get some of the worst advice from some of your friends who are no help whatsoever”

A Personal Connection Bucky Barnes x Reader by @sebastianstandoffish “Bucky may or may not have a crush on Steve’s PA.”

The Voice Inside My Head Deadpool x Reader by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord I don’t really know how to summarize this one, just read it, trust me.

You Should Be Here Dean Winchester x Daughter!Reader, Sam Winchester x Niece!Reader by @winchesters-favorite-girl “Dean took Amara down with the spirit bomb they made, leaving Sam to raise Dean’s young daughter.”

What’s Between Us Steve Rogers x Reader by @bovaria “Reader breaks her arm during a mission so she has to stay in the tower to heal. After a while she gets really bored and glum so Steve takes her out to cheer her up.”

The Past On Your Doorstep Dean Winchester x Reader by @atwistoffate “After more than 4 years Dean knocks on your door, surprising the hell out of you. Then it’s his turn to be surprised when he sees a little girl standing next to you.”

Fire And Ice Bucky Barnes x Reader by @beccaanne814-blog Bucky has a crush on the Reader who is a nurse for the military.

Going To The Yule Ball With Sirius Sirius Black x Reader by @blueelf An imagine of what would happen if Reader were to go with Sirius to the Yule Ball.

Study Hard Sirius Black x Reader by @notanotherausten “Reader has been studying for hours and Sirius forces her to take a break.”

Newt Scamander Smut Newt Scamander x Reader by @13reasonswhyiblog “You and Newt had met at Hogwarts, and had both left a while ago, Newt left before you due to being expelled. But Professor Dumbledore had asked you both to return and fill temporary positions. You were going to teach DADA, and Newt, quite obviously was teaching Care of Magical Creatures”

The Smallest Moment Makes The Biggest Difference Newt Scamander x Reader by @captainhopelessromantik-808 Reader works at the ministry with Newt and he asks her out on a date.

Skewered Bucky Barnes x Reader by @avengemebuckyy “You’re a doctor for the avengers and when Bucky comes in with a hunk of metal in his side you find that it’s not his injury that’s making you sweat.”

You Good? Sam Wilson x Reader by @marvelfic “Reader works for Shield, more as a backup agent with the computers. She’s shy, but has a kind personality. She meets Sam one day buy getting shot at an attack on the Shield base and he helps her get away safely. Later they become friends and one day while running together she gets flustered by him and runs faster to hide her face but it causes her to loose her breath and when he catches up, she admits she likes him.”

Hazelnut and Hurricanes Sam Wilson x Reader by @marvelfic “Sam finds you in a busy coffee shop and can’t keep is eyes off of you. After buying you a coffee he insists on taking you on a date. You finally agree, but will the awful weather ruin the night?” Completed Series

Bucky’s Baby Sugar Daddy!Bucky x Reader by @lancefuckrr *On AO3* “Down on your luck, you meet a man named Bucky - a handsome and wealthy businessman - who changes your life completely.”

Soothing Newt Scamander x Reader by @omg-imatotalmess Reader helps Newt deal and tame his beasts.

Rescue Avengers x Reader by @theliteratureloser “Reader is getting a tour of her new job at the Avengers tower, but happens to be the only one who notices an oncoming jet, about to crash into the building.” Ongoing Series

Modern Times Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers (Platonic) by @itsanerdlife “Reader whose a none romantic and doesn’t believe in relationships trying to explain her lifestyle to the Avengers Team, specifically the two men from the 40′s who don’t understand as she teases them.”

Drunk Love Bucky Barnes x Reader by @winter-childrens “Bucky is drunk and is very sweet and cute.”

The Perfect Prom Peter Parker x Reader by @icat8 “Prom has been more of a nightmare than the dream you hoped it would be. Thankfully, you have a friend like Peter.” Completed Series

My Fake Boyfriend Bucky Barnes x Reader by @supersoldierslover “After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.” Ongoing Series

My Hot Nerd Peter Parker x Reader by @ships4you “Peter comes back from his nightly shenanigans and finds his girlfriend waiting for him in his bedroom.”

Arsonist’s Lullaby Bucky Barnes x Reader by @soldatbarnes “Reader is a pyrokinetic, being sought after by both Hydra and the Avengers.” Ongoing Series

This Is War Bucky Barnes x Reader by @soldatbarnes “jealous!bucky where he tries to outdo the guy in everything and its just ridiculous and funny.” Ongoing Series

The Only Exception Bucky Barnes x Reader by @just-some-drabbles “Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?” Ongoing Series

The Friendly Wager Bucky Barnes x Reader by @just-some-drabbles “Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?” Ongoing Series

Guys My Age Bucky Barnes x Reader by @221bshrlocked “You’re playing truth or dare with the Avengers when Nat asks you when the last time you got laid was  and Sam dares you to pick a song that perfectly grasps why you haven’t had sex in so long.” Ongoing Series

Cursebreaker Newt Scamander x Reader by @azurakenway Newt gets turned into a beast and needs Reader to kiss him in order to turn back into a human.

Weak When You’re Around Sirius Black x Reader by @lovelysiriuss “In which Sirius realizes he feels weak when he’s around her, but not knowing what to do about it.”

Untouched Bucky Barnes x Reader by @avasparks “The whole team is surprised to find out you’re still a virgin, and the news seems to make you more allegeable to some of the men around the compound. Bucky is no less surprised than the rest of the team, and finds it even harder to keep his eyes off you as he nurses a secret of his own, which he feels obliged to reveal to you after an incident in the training room.”

What Passengers Do In Private Sirius Black x Reader by @azurakenway Sirius gets a little possessive on the train to Hogwarts when another guy flirts with you.

Nightfall Sirius Black x Reader by @h4rtache “Gryffindor reader is feeling nervous about graduating when Young!Sirius comes to console her.“

My Girl Sirius Black x Reader by @wizardwritings Reader and Sirius spend a cold night in Hogsmeade.

Fat Bottomed Omega Dean Winchester x Reader by @melonshino *A/B/O Universe* SMUT SMUT SMUT

Golden Desire Sebastian Stan x Reader by @sebuckyverse “Watching Sebastian work on the set of ‘The Bronze’ is giving you a hard time.“

Let’s Pretend Bucky Barnes x Reader by @papi-chulo-bucky “Tony finds a website of two shape shifting mutant pornstars who make their living impersonating the Avengers on their website and decide to show the team.“ Completed Series

Comfortable Bucky Barnes x Reader by @oneshot-shit “Bucky being annoying can lead to fun times.“

My Beautiful Boy Bucky Barnes x Reader by @timeforsmut Submissive Bucky smut

The Elevator Jensen Ackles x Reader by @melissaj616 Elevator smut with Jensen

#sirius black x reader #sirius black smut #sirius black fluff #newt scamander x reader #newt scamander #newt scamander fluff #harry potter #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester smut #dean winchester fluff #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester smut #sam winchester fluff #supernatural #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky Barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #Steve Rogers #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fluff #catfa #catws #cacw #Avengers #avengers age of ultron #deadpool

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24-Hour Theatre Thoughts (expanded from Twitter)

1.  I love writing and directing so, so much.  I love acting -- boy do I love acting -- but directing is super cool?  And I know I love writing.  If I ever do 24HT again, I want to do both again.  And if I can’t do both, I want to do one of them.  I’d hate the pressure of memorizing so many lines in such little time.  But also I’d hate to direct my own play.  I’m so glad I had such a diverse experience in what I got to participate in -- I wrote a drama about grief and overcoming it and I directed a play that was a dad-dislikes-but-secretly-loves-son-in-law Christmas special of a sitcom.

2.  A bunch of people told me that they loved my script.  Like, so many.  A couple of people also made sure to tell me to keep writing, and that was really dope.  (They also said to keep playing around with this idea in particular, because it could be expanded into something larger than 10-20 minutes or so?)  And finally, one person told me that I made her cry.  So like.  That’s a huge honor.  I don’t know what to do with it?  I had the coolest director and the best actors and I was so blessed.

2.5 (since it’s about my script).  I wrote my grief from last week out of my system. I’m good.  I really think I’m okay now, about everything.

3.  Directing is dope.  I had such fun with it, but also I was really tired of it by the end.  I couldn’t bring myself to focus.  I don’t think that’s a directing problem as much as an I-am-overworked problem, but still.  Something to note.  That script was really cool and the actors were really fun.

4.  I loved the plays that I just got to watch.

Below the cut is the full text of the play I wrote.  I appropriated culture a little bit and definitely didn’t do as much research as I should’ve, but I wrote it in six hours and did my best to be respectful most of the time.

Light By [me] (in like 10 hours or less)

Writer’s Notes:   The whole play: If you can figure out another way to “light the menorah” without using the spotlight, be my guest.  I’m just operating under the assumption that we can’t use real matches and candles in the [space where we produced it]. Scene One: It’s important to me that “khah-mee-moot” (emphasis on the last syllable) (and all the Hebrew, really) stays in the script. Hunt me down and ask me how to pronounce it if you need to. [I’m not an expert, but I know some from exposure and spent a lot of time researching.] When Eden enters for the first time and I say “eventually showing some kind of affection”, I’m envision something like putting her hand on Rachel’s shoulder, but I don’t know if that’ll look natural. But that sort of vibe. Scene Two: When Rachel says “Alav Ha-sholom”, she needs to say that SUPER bitterly. It means “may he rest in peace”, but she’s talking about him having an affair. She says it because she has to, not because she wants to. [Fun fact:  they chose some other part of the line for the bitterness and it worked just as well.]

CAST LIST: -RACHEL:  a widow in her 50s, has lost two children, Eden’s mother -EDEN:  a young woman in her 20s, has lost two brothers and her father, Rachel’s daughter (If you need at least one guy, use Yosef for Rachel and David for Eden. I did my research on names from the 60s and 80s. But then you can’t just change Rachel’s husband to a woman, because that messes with the Hebrew, so it’d become a gay play if Rachel becomes Yosef.  FYI.)

PROPS LIST: -a table -a menorah, if one is available (if not, and we have eight (fake and/or real) candles, those) [the menorah was available] -a chair [they used two and it worked] -envelopes and pieces of paper (about five of each) [they also had a pencil] -a sketchbook or something else that looks like a photo album -if y’all want to get something like a matchbox and/or matches that’s chill but I’ve written it as if the actors are miming that so… that’s a thing [they used one in rehearsal but not in tech or the real show -- there, they had a candle in the center but not in any of the holders for the eight nights, and they just used that one]

TWELVE LIGHTING CUES (NO SOUND) — but they’re all IMPORTANT.

SCENE ONE.

[An empty stage featuring a table and two chairs a few feet upstage from the spotlight x. Either the menorah or the candles rest upon it.] [Enter RACHEL from stage left. She approaches the table and stands behind it.][Upstage lights up.] RACHEL [looks up in the direction of the audience] I remember when Hanukkah used to be such a big production. Our house would be full of laughter, singing, and dancing. It was bustling and alive. We were the envy of every family throughout all of Israel. People walking through the streets — Jews and goyim alike — would stop and stare into our windows, marveling at the crafts our children would make and display, the countless delicious foods we would have, and the khah-mee-moot — the warmth — that radiated from our home. [looks down and gestures at the table] But all that died with my husband and sons. Now, it’s just me, a silly old woman, and my daughter. No fuss. No hullabaloo. [Enter EDEN from stage right. She approaches RACHEL cautiously and slowly, eventually showing some kind of affection.] EDEN Eema? Mom? Are you talking to yourself again? RACHEL I… I guess I just got lost in my thoughts. EDEN Well, it’s time to return home. It’s nightfall. It’s time to light the menorah. RACHEL So it is, EDEN. So it is. Would you like to say the blessing? EDEN But, Mom, you always say the blessing. RACHEL … Not always, EDEN. Just in recent times. Traditions change. EDEN Eema, that’s not fair. Don’t do this to me. RACHEL What if we just… didn’t light the Menorah this year? Or you did it by yourself? You still clearly get value out of it. I don’t. [RACHEL moves to exit.] EDEN Eema! [RACHEL exits from stage left; EDEN moves in front of the table and leans on it.] EDEN I don’t understand my mom. She’s named after one of the most cunning and skillfully active women in the Torah, Rachel. She used to be like that. And it’s natural that, for a while, grief would make her pause. But it’s like she died, too. [She pauses and looks behind her at the menorah, still unlit. She walks around the table and moves as if to pick up a matchbox and strike a match, then lights the first candle (the one furthest stage right). When the mimed match would hit the candle…] [Spotlight up. We’re pretending the menorah is lit.] I’m not about to let myself be taken under with her. I’m not about to let our family’s traditions die. [Upstage lights down first, then three seconds later, spotlight off. EDEN exits from stage left.]

SCENE TWO. [Upstage lights up.] [EDEN comes on from stage left, bringing a the letters, envelopes, and pencil with her. She spreads the papers and envelopes out on the table, and sits down in the stage left chair. She mimes writing something on one of the sheets.] EDEN Dear… Mrs… Merav… Ackerman… [RACHEL enters from stage left.] EDEN I would like… to invite you… to celebrate… with us… RACHEL What are you doing, EDEN? It’s almost time for dinner. EDEN I’m inviting Mrs. Ackerman to come to our house to celebrate the remainder of Hanukkah with us. She’s number thirteen on my list. RACHEL Of how many? EDEN Fifty. RACHEL You’re inviting fifty people to celebrate Hanukkah with us? EDEN So far. I may think of more. RACHEL What are you doing? You are to honor your mother. It is a midrash — a command! This- [RACHEL grabs the letter EDEN is writing off the table. EDEN reacts in some capacity.] —  what you are doing now — [RACHEL tears the letter into pieces. EDEN reacts in some stronger capacity.] — is not honoring your mother's grief.  Besides, I hate that woman. EDEN Then why did you always invite her to our Hanukkah parties? RACHEL She and your father, Alav Ha-sholom, simply loved to create a hullabaloo of their own. EDEN Are you implying what I think you’re implying? RACHEL May Adonai strike me down if it’s not true. EDEN Don’t say such things! Don’t tempt Him! RACHEL I’m not tempting Him if I’m asking Him to do what’s true. EDEN You just don’t want people over here, and you’re just scapegoating Mrs. Ackerman. You can’t stand the thought of happiness filling this house anymore. How dare you tarnish abba’s reputation in that way? How dare you use him for your purposes? You’ve been so trapped in your grief and your need to be isolated that you haven’t once asked me what I need! What do you think I need? Do you think that living in a lonely, empty dark house with a lonely, empty shell of a mother is how I wanted to spend my twenties? When I go to the store, I worry about you. When I go to the temple, people ask about you — and never about me! I can’t go anywhere without living in the shadow you’ve cast around both of us! It’s not even a life anymore — it’s just waiting on you! RACHEL It’s nightfall, EDEN. It’s time to light the menorah. EDEN Why are you concerned with that now? You weren’t last night. Do you just want to outdo Mrs. Ackerman and her menorah? RACHEL (shouting) Can we please talk about that some other time and light the menorah now? EDEN You can do it by yourself. I’m uninterested in playing pretend with someone who doesn’t actually believe in this stuff. You just pull it out when it’s convenient. Well, guess what?Adonai’s not convenient. Life’s not convenient. I’m not convenient. [EDEN storms off, exiting stage left.] RACHEL (shouting after EDEN) I guess it’s up to me. [She stands up and looks at the unlit menorah. She moves as if to pick up a matchbox and strike a match, then lights the first two candle (the ones furthest stage right, starting with the one more stage left). When the mimed match would hit the second candle…] [Spotlight up. The menorah is lit.] RACHEL The things I do for her. [RACHEL exits stage left. Upstage lights down; then, three seconds later, the spotlight goes off.]

SCENE THREE. [Upstage lights up.  RACHEL enters stage left.] RACHEL The next day was quiet. [EDEN enters stage left, picks up the envelopes and papers, and walks towards stage left, just kind of standing there.] EDEN and I barely spoke a word to each other all day. She was hurt by both what I had said and by my lack of passion for… anything over the past three years. I was hurt by her cruelty. But I also knew that she was right, and that made me bitter. That night, she lit the menorah and I stood by and watched. [RACHEL exits stage left.  EDEN approaches the table.  The two pass each other and pause, exchanging a glance.] EDEN The day after, the third day and fourth night of Hanukkah, was also quiet. It was a Shabbat, so I was planning on going to the temple like usual. But then, as I was just about to leave… [RACHEL enters stage left.] RACHEL EDEN? EDEN Yes, eema? RACHEL Are you going to temple? EDEN Yes, eema. RACHEL I’m coming, too. EDEN And so we went together.  And everyone swarmed eema like I knew they would… [RACHEL pretends to be the center of attention, responding to everyone’s praises about her return and questions about her absence.] …but it was good.  And she lit the candles that night while I watched. [RACHEL and EDEN both exit stage right.  Upstage lights down.]

SCENE FOUR. [Upstage lights up. RACHEL enters stage left, with the thing functioning as a photo album open. She sits in a chair and leafs through it.] [EDEN enters stage left and watches.] RACHEL My sons, my sons, oh, how I miss you. The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, blessed be the name of the Lord. EDEN Their favorite holiday was Hanukkah, mom. They loved it when you would tell them the story. They loved the food and the games and the crafts, but they loved the hope most of all. RACHEL How long have you been standing there? EDEN Not very long. Just long enough to know that you were thinking about the boys again. RACHEL I’m sorry. I know you — EDEN No, mom. You don’t have to be sorry. You’re allowed to grieve. It’s just… you can’t stay in the darkness. Adonai always provides a way out. The boys knew that. That’s why they loved the story of Hanukkah so much. RACHEL I should be over it by now. EDEN There is no “over it”. There’s just learning to live with it. Grief cracks open your soul. It’s far less painful to hide in the dark, but that lets the wounds fester and causes long-term damage. Letting the light clean the wounds doesn’t make them go away, but it helps you deal with them. RACHEL Who brought you up to be so wise? EDEN The woman named after one of the cleverest women in the Torah. [EDEN and RACHEL embrace.] And she did it through the stories of our people, like the story of Hanukkah. RACHEL You just want me to go out and buy you more chocolate coins like I used to. EDEN No, eema.  I want you to tell me the Hanukkah story like you used to. And then I want us to light the menorah together, as a family, like we used to. RACHEL Well, okay… Once upon a time, the golden menorah, which sat in the great temple built by King Solomon himself, was stolen. An inferior replacement was made, not out of any attempt at human greatness, but because Adonai had commanded that the menorah in His temple always be burning. But when it was time to light the menorah, there could only be found enough in the entire city to burn for one day. Yet Adonai caused it to burn for eight days. EDEN Why eight days? RACHEL That’s how long it took for more oil to arrive. This miracle proved that, in the midst of dark circumstances of war and chaos, Adonai was still looking out for His children. He still provided them with light. EDEN Do you think that Adonai does that today? [There’s a pause.] Mom? Do you think that Adonai can still provide us with the light today? RACHEL Let’s find out. [They both walk towards the menorah. EDEN stands right next to RACHEL as she mimes lighting the five candles furthest stage right, starting with the ones stage left. At the end…] [Spotlight on.] EDEN [EDEN walks in front of the table.] [RACHEL lights six candles as EDEN speaks.] The next day, mom made an appointment with a therapist. A lot of people think that Jews don’t go to therapy, including my mom. That’s probably why she was so stuck for so many years in a land without the light. And, even though we didn’t see the effects until a few appointments in, that night we all felt real hope. [RACHEL comes to stand next to EDEN.] RACHEL It was a long journey. And I wouldn’t have been able to do it without my beautiful bath — my daughter.  Throughout the year, she kept reminding me of the light. [EDEN walks behind the table and lights seven candles.] RACHEL By the next year, I was in a better place. I had been burned by the light — we both had — but it cleaned our wounds. I was able to really begin healing. I knew I never was going to become who I was before, but I also knew that I could be me again instead of a creature of the night. And so on the eighth night of Hanukkah a year later, we had a small get-together with a couple of people. EDEN Was Mrs. Ackerman there? RACHEL [moves to stand by EDEN while speaking] Even Mrs. Ackerman.  And she was as delightful as ever, because my grief was no longer clouding my perception of reality and memory. EDEN And all of us, together, began a new tradition.  Where we’d open our house and home and spread the khah-mee-moot — the warmth of companionship — with anyone and everyone who felt like they’d managed to miss out on it in the past, for whatever reason. RACHEL And the holidays once again grew into a hullaballoo, but they were a kinder, gentler one than the stressful mess they had been before. [RACHEL and EDEN together mime lighting all eight candles on the menorah.  Downstage lights up.] RACHEL and EDEN, together And the light never ran out. [Upstage and downstage lights down; three seconds later, spotlight off.]

#24 hour theater #24 hour theatre #I'm so sorry if this play is offensive or anything but I only had 9.5 hours to write it #and I slept for 3 so I had 6.5 hours of writing time yet I still spent more time researching than writing #that doesn't mean it's perfect (in fact I know it's not) but I really love it