#sounds like something from tony hawk

[bucks-babe]

Glazed

Paring: Bucky x f!reader

Summary: Bucky cums on a donut and you eat it, that’s it

Warnings: Donut play?, cum eating, glazing a donut?, masturbation (m), pure filth, implied p in v sex, donut is chocolate so pretend you like that flavor if you don’t, unintentional cum eating

Word Count: 733

A/N: @buckys-wintersoldier is 100% to blame for this. She has corrupted me and put this into my head.  This isn’t good. I wrote this in like an hour. You will never be able to eat a donut like you did before but trust me it's worth it!!!!

It’s your fault really. If you hadn’t been so damn close to Steve during the mission briefing, then Bucky wouldn’t be where he is. He wouldn’t be forced to show who you belong to. He wouldn’t be in your shared kitchen jerking his cock, coaxing his cum out of his balls.

It doesn’t feel as good as your pussy, nothing does. It doesn’t even feel as good as your hand, but it will have to do. “Oh, fuck, bet you fucking like that, don’t you? You like the thought of me fucking my fist, busting my nut even when none of it’s going in your pussy. I know you do, know why? Cause you're a dirty. Fucking. Whore.”

Bucky jerks his cock faster feeling his balls pull up, his orgasm in sight. “You gonna eat my cum? Yeah, I know you fucking are, slut.” He lets out a low groan as his cum spurts out of his cock, more than enough to fill your mouth if you were there to catch it.

—

“Hey, terminator, you brought the donuts, right?” Tony is bustling around, for once actually setting up for a meeting instead of letting someone else do it.

“Yeah, Stark, you know I did. Fucking sent me out in the middle of my workout for some Dunkin.” Tony misses the small smirk on Bucky’s face, too busy setting papers out. 

“Bucknasty, what took you so damn long? I’ve been craving a chocolate glaze all damn day.” Bucky has to use every muscle in his face to control his smile.

Grumbling, Bucky murmurs something about just being grateful he even said yes to get them. After the whole team gets into the room, they each grab a donut before sitting down. Of course, you take your usual seat next to your boyfriend. Leaning into Bucky, you give him a smile, but you don’t get the same smile back from him. 

He almost looks a bit guilty but you have no idea what he would have to feel bad for since he was fine just before he left. Before you can ask, he gives you a kiss on the forehead and the meeting starts.

Steve was the first one to take a bite, turning his face at the saltiness in what should have been a sweet donut. You saw Bucky turn his head, struggling to contain his laughter. Steve just put his donut to the side, not wanting to sound ungrateful by saying he didn’t like the taste.

Bucky was watching everyone in the room like a hawk, staring at their donuts, anticipating their first bite. Thor was the second to tear into his donut, easily eating half in one bite. “Excuse me, I have a word.” Fury paused at Thor’s interruption. “Might I say, Barnes did an exceptional job with the treats today.” He lifted the other half of his donut before shoving it into his mouth.

Bucky’s eyes were as wide as saucers, shocked that Thor was enjoying the pastry. Sam gave Bucky a questionable look before sinking his teeth into his own, immediately spitting it out. The whole meeting stops, everyone watching Sam. “What the fuck is that?” 

“Sam are you okay?” Bucky’s sweet girl, of course she is asking if Sam was okay. Bucky thinks that he was being a bit dramatic but that is just Sam. 

“Taste your donut, it tastes like shit.” You hesitantly take a bite and thank god for all your training because the taste of Bucky’s cum floods your mouth. 

“I don’t know Sam, they must have put too much salt in yours because mine is delicious.” You see Bucky smirk out of the corner of your eye before Fury clears his throat and continues with the meeting.

No one touches their donuts after Sam’s outburst, but you turn your head to Bucky with a knowing look in your eyes. “Wanna share with me, doll? Kind of selfish to keep the whole thing to yourself.” You break off half and give it to him. He bites in, eyes locked with yours, and moans, low enough that no one else could hear it, but you did.

You feel your cunt pulse at the sight and you lean in, whispering in his ear, “Are you going to glaze my donut when we get home?” Bucky’s smirk is enough for you to turn back around and finish the meeting.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x female reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes smut #bucky x you #bucky imagine #bucky smut #sebastian stan x reader

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Maybe a Jay white x reader where they are married and she is apart of the bullet club gold and they are so affectionate towards one another and Jay is always cheering her on and she does the same for him. Maybe she is a Gunn sibling and always wins her matches but prince Nana keeps harrasing her because of the bang bang scissors gang and they all come out there to protect the reader. And maybe swerve trys to get involved.

Bang Bang Gang

This one's a bit short but I hope you enjoy it! (This has not been proofread!)

@saramusazzi99 asked to be tagged in this :)

Mentions: Of Prince Nana being a perv

Main Masterlist Jay White Masterlist

One of the main reasons I signed with All Elite Wrestling was so that I could be with my wife Y/n. It had been so long since we were in a promotion together. Instantly the two of us were put in a faction together, the fans loved seeing us together and I coudn’t deny getting paid to spend time with my wife. Both of us were hesitant at first to create Bullet Club Gold since I just left Bullet Club in Japan but Tony Khan assured us everything would work out just fine. I trusted him up until this very moment. Currently, I sat in the Bang Bang Lounge trying to calm down my clearly upset wife. For some odd reason, Prince Nana of all people had been coming out and causing Y/n matches. I didn’t have anything against Swerve and The Gunns and Juice had nothing against the Moguel Embassy. So why was Y/n getting harassed by them?

“So tell us what happened one more time,” Austin asked “Well, I was just having my match with Willow Nightingale when all of a sudden Prince Nana appeared. He asked me if I wanted to see his ‘royal jewels’. When I told him to fuck off he reminded me that he was always watching” My blood was boiling once I heard Y/n explain what occurred moments ago once again. 

I know it didn’t sound like much but this Prince Nana thing had been happening for weeks. Normally I would be ringside for all of Y/n’s matches but every now and then we needed a break from the other. Not to mention our matches happened to be booked back to back. “Do you want me to do something? I can talk to him?” I asked  “No, can you just be ringside for my next match? If I’m trying to become AEW Women’s world champion I need to be focused on my matches. How can I focus if I’m constantly thinking of Prince Nana” Y/n had a point. She needed to be completely focused on capturing gold. “I promise, next week Prince Nana will regret even breathing in the same room as you” 

Just like I said I would keep my promise. Next week Y/n would get her shot for the number one contender for the AEW women’s championship and I would do anything to ensure she would be victorious. As Y/n made her entrance Juice, Austin, Colten and I followed close behind. We watched the ring like hawks, one of us stood on each side of the ring. Just if on command Prince Nana appeared out of nowhere. “How much do you want boss?” He asked me “What? “ “How much?” “How much for what?” “How much for Y/n?” did this psycho just ask me how much I would sell my wife for? I was sick to my stomach at his comments. “Excuse me?” “I think she would make a great addition to the Moguel embassy” I was distracted from my conversation with Prince Nana when Y/n asked “Is everything okay out here?” to which I responded cheerily “Everything is fine my dear” 

I waited until Y/n won her match before I started to beat the bloody hell out of Prince Nana. Soon the Moguel embassy and Swerve joined the mix and we were now at war. This was a bloody brawl. 

Security tried to pry us off each other but it was no use. This was personal, I was going to make them regret everything. I knew I had taken it too far when they sent the entire locker room out to separate us. Reality set in when Y/n looked at me like I was a madman. I looked down to see the Moguel Embassy lying in a pool of their blood. 

I didn’t care about the consequences, I didn’t care that the Gunns and I could get our ROH trios titles taken away. All I cared about was making sure Y/n was okay. I wanted to send a message to the locker room. If you mess with my girl you’ll breathe with the switchblade. 

#bullet clubs bitch #all elite wrestling #aew smut #aew #aew fanfiction #jay white imagine #jay white smut #jay white njpw #jay white fanfic #jay white x reader #jay white fanfiction #jay white #jay white aew #jay white bullet club gold #switchblade jay white #jay white fic #jay white gif #jay white headcannons #bang bang scissor gang #bullet club gold #bang bang gang #jay white one shot

[nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius]

TBB Incorrect Quotes, Part 12

Omega: Why are Hunter and Crosshair sitting with their backs to each other? Tech: They had a fight. Omega: Then why are they holding hands? Tech: They get sad when they fight.

Omega: Hey besties- Crosshair: Die. Omega: What did I do to you-

Hunter to Crosshair: Turn that frown upside-down!  *a little while later* Hunter: What are you doing?  Crosshair, trying to do a handstand: You told me to “turn that frown upside-down” but it’s not working. Hunter: I taught Gonky a new trick. *throws ball* Fetch! Gonky: *just stands there* Tech: He didn’t do it. Hunter: I taught him to ignore social conventions and think for himself.

Crosshair: Hold the fuck up.  Wrecker: Excuse me?  Crosshair: I said hold the fuck up.  Wrecker: Crosshair: I’m the fuck up, hold me.

Wrecker: But that place is haunted. Omega: Ghosts prey on fear. Just be confident! Wrecker, marching into the haunted house: I AM NOT SCARED! I AM NOT A PUSSY!

Echo: I’ve come to a point in my life where I need a stronger word than fuck.

Echo: What’s your greatest weakness? Tech: Interpreting the semantics of a question, but ignoring the pragmatics. Echo: Could you give an example? Tech: Yes, I could.

Tech: Are you this rude to everyone?!  Crosshair: Yup.  Crosshair: Don't think you're special.

Wrecker: There was a motor close to where I am right now.  Echo: A motor- a motorcycle?  Wrecker: Oh sorry, a murder.  Crosshair: That escalated quickly.

Echo: Okay, can we all stop saying stupid shit for a moment, please?!  Tech: Alright. Crosshair: Hey, I-  Echo: SHUT UP!  Crosshair: I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED MY SENTENCE!!  Tech: It was bound to be stupid. 

Echo: I’m so tired. Wrecker: Did you get to bed late? Echo: No. Wrecker: Did you do something strenuous? Echo: No. Wrecker: Then why are you tired? Echo: I’m alive. Wrecker: Sounds exhausting.

Crosshair: You know what they say. No pain, no gain. Hunter: What exactly do you have to gain from BLEEDING OUT?!

Crosshair: *mixing different alcoholic beverages together* Wrecker: What are you making? Crosshair: A mistake.

Crosshair: How does that even work?  Wrecker, mocking him: hOw dO yOu UsE a cOmPUteR aNd KnOw wHaTS GoiNg oN iT DoEsNt mAke SeNSe?!  Crosshair: Your face doesn’t make sense.

Wrecker, taping a knife onto a Roomba: Be free, my child.  Tech, entering the room with a small cut on his ankle: Who the f-

Wrecker: You’re overthinking this.  Echo: You don’t know the appropriate level of thinking, Wrecker. What if I’m underthinking?

Hunter: Where’s Omega? Crosshair: Around. Hunter: Around? Hunter: You don’t have any idea, do you? Omega, dropping down from above: Did you know there’s a space above the ceiling?

Tech: So you're looking for information on this thing, huh? Well, I feel like it must be from far away.  Omega: What makes you say that?  Tech: If it's something even I don't know about, then I'm sure nobody else must have a clue. So it's gotta be from some faraway place. Impeccable reasoning, isn't it?  Omega: Tech... You don't have a clue about this thing, do you?  Tech: *screams in anger* 

Hunter: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?  Tech: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.

Wrecker: How many vampires do you think have been hit by a car backing up in a parking lot because the driver couldn’t see their reflection?  Tech: I’ve never considered it but you’re really shining light on what’s probably a very serious issue.

Crosshair: Shut up, you’re messing with my train of thought!  Echo: I thought you didn’t have a brain and now you say you have thoughts?

Crosshair: I love saying 'fuck me' because it can either be sexual or self-loathing and those are two things that describe me perfectly.

Tech: Do you know that we are made out of atoms?  Tech: And atoms never touch each other.  Tech: So in my defense, officer, I did not punch Admiral Tarkin.

Crosshair, texting Echo: Roses are red, Tony Hawk is a skater…  Echo′s phone, auto-replying: I’m driving right now–I’ll get back to you later.  *Later*  Echo, texting back: Fuck you.

Echo: I’m having salad for dinner!  Tech: Echo: Well, fruit salad.  Echo: Actually, it’s mostly grapes.  Tech: Echo: Okay, it’s all grapes.  Echo: Fermented grapes.  Tech: Echo: Tech: Echo: It’s wine.  Echo: I’m having wine for dinner.

Hunter: But seriously, what is the real plan here that has to do with not fucking around?  Tech: There is no plan that does not involve fucking around. But we will make sure all of our fucking around will be applied in a constructive direction.

Echo, Entering Wrecker's room: Crosshair did it again.  Wrecker: Peace disturbance?  Echo: What no-  Wrecker: Arson..?  Echo: NO, JESUS CHRIST, HOW MANY-  Wrecker: uh....Attempted murder?  Echo: NO, HE ATE ALL THE FOOD IN THE FRIDGE, BUT WHAT THE FU-

Tech: Phee and I are no longer dating. Phee: Tech, that’s a horrible way of telling people we’re married.

Hunter: You know what bothers me? Bats. Why can bats fly?  Tech: Not again!  Hunter: No. Seriously, who gave them the right? They're mammals! Mammals walk on land, no exceptions.  Echo: Just wait until you hear about whales.  Hunter: What now?

Crosshair: So what, now I’m just supposed to do everything that Tech does? What if he jumps off a cliff?  Wrecker: If Tech were to jump off a cliff, he would have done his due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry. So yes, if you see Tech jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff.  Crosshair: You jump off a cliff! Wrecker: Gladly, provided Tech did first. 

*Crosshair rushes by with an armful of water bottles*  Omega: What's going on?  Hunter: Crosshair wouldn't drink water.  Omega: ...And?  Hunter: And I asked him how fast he could chug an entire bottle.  Crosshair, loudly: 16 OUNCES IN TEN SECONDS, BITCHES!

Hunter: Y’know, maybe things aren’t so bad. I’m here. I got the nice ocean breeze. Just alone with my thoughts. Wrecker: Hey, Hunter.  Hunter: GODDAMNIT!

Tech: Underestimate me. That'll be fun.

Hunter: What does “take out” mean?  Omega: Food.  Wrecker: Dating.  Echo: Murder.  Crosshair: It can be all three if you’re brave enough. 

Crosshair: Stop asking me if I’m straight, gay, bi, whatever. I identify as a FUCKING THREAT.

#tbb incorrect quotes #incorrect bad batch quotes #the bad batch #tbb #star wars #incorrect quotes #tech chose violence for this round apparently

[kiki-shortsnout]

Something I'm working for @the-elle-kat! A Sugardaddy A/B/O in which Tony (omega) ran away from home when he was pregnant, and since then has been leaping from crappy part-time jobs to make ends meet.

Stephen (Alpha) a famous, and rich, neurosurgeon has been looking for a caregiver for his mother, who is paralysed from the waist down after a horse riding accident.

***

‘Good afternoon, Doctor Stephen Strange I presume?’ the man on the other side of Stephen’s door answered.

He has manners. Stephen begrudgingly admitted, his ego stroked at the use of his title. The omega was slight, small in stature as was typical for male omegas, well-groomed and Stephen took a moment to appraise him. He’d never been with an omega, preferring the uncomplicated nature of betas, their lack of pheromones better suited to Stephen’s need for control in his life, but his man might have made him look twice.

‘You must be Tony Stark, please come in.’

‘Yeah, about that, I’m really sorry but I’ve had a slight hiccup with my babysitter and…’

Opening the door wider, Stephen saw there was a small child attached to his hand, a girl with the same huge chocolate eyes as the omega, her free hand clutching a stuffed animal of some description.

You have got to be kidding.

He should do them all a kindness and shut the door in his face now, but Wong’s warning hung over him, so he gritted his teeth and stepped back, opening the door wider.

‘Take a seat,’ he spoke through clenched teeth after they’d followed him down the hallway, indicating the impressive dining table near his piano, watching the child like a hawk as she moved, touching nothing as she sat on the chair

At least it's well-behaved, Stephen thought to himself, sitting opposite them and smoothing out the application form. A brief look at the omega’s neck told him everything he needed to know. Unbonded, a single parent then. Explains the high school education.

‘So, how long did it take you to judge me?’ Tony asked, folding his arms over his chest and giving him a sardonic smile.

‘I don’t know why you think that you’re qualified for this job, why you believed bringing a child along for an interview would help your prospects,’ Stephen told him frankly.

‘I apologize for bringing her, I know it’s unprofessional, but it would be irresponsible for me to leave her alone, or ask someone she doesn’t know to watch her. In terms of being qualified, no, I have nothing on paper that can show you my qualifications, but I do have experience of being a single parent.’

Stephen said nothing more, almost daring the omega to elaborate.

‘No one knows time management better than a single parent, how else could I work and support my child? I did it alone, cared for her, and stayed committed to her development. I’ve dressed her, fed her, got her to her appointments, and that was what you were asking for in the application form.’

He scoffed, the sound making the small girl flinch.

‘I think you’re oversimplifying the care my mother requires. I do not doubt the amount of effort that goes into child rearing, but those skills aren’t applicable here.’ Stephen couldn’t believe he was even explaining this, let alone entertaining this farce of an interview.

‘Doctor Strange!’

Evangeline, his mother’s carer burst through the door, her hair standing on edge from where she’d obviously run sweaty hands through it, splotches of red on her cheeks from her frustrated anger.

‘I can’t, not anymore. I know I promised to stay until you found someone else, but that woman is impossible.’

‘Evangeline, wait,’ Stephen pleaded, getting to his feet, ignoring his guests as he tried to chase after her.

‘Don’t listen to what he says, she’s a monster,’ Evangeline directed towards Stark before she fled the penthouse, ignoring Stephen’s repeated calls for her to stop.

He’d only made it a few steps before the front door slammed, the sound echoing through the space of his penthouse.

What the hell was he going to do now?

‘I think it’s best if-’

‘Stephen!’

The headache that had been brewing behind his eyes grew in strength, pounding against the inside of his skull as his mother wheeled herself into the room, her rage in her scent thick enough to make Stephen’s nose curl, and he spared a brief thought for how the omega might find it.

‘What happened?’ Stephen asked, his voice monotone. He’d long ago learnt to keep his emotions out of it, knowing anything he said would make situations such as this worse.

‘What happened is another one of those bimbos you hired completely ignored my wishes and began doing things without my permission. I don’t understand why you think it’s so hard to-’

‘Mother, we talked about this. They’re here to help you, to help you be as independent as possible. However, they’re not your emotional punching bags-’

‘They’re supposed to ask me at least-’

‘And we both know your demands are impossible-’

‘If you just listened to me for once!’

‘That’s enough!’ A clap of hands interrupted them, and they both looked at the standing omega, his hands still clasped together as he stared at the pair of them.  ‘We’re all grown adults here, so let's stop shouting over each other and listen, shall we?’ He spoke to them as if they were of the same age as the child still sitting at the table, and Stephen stretched to his full height, outraged at the impudence.

‘What happened?’ His voice lowered, becoming sweet and coaxing as he addressed his mother, and to his wonderment her anger dissipated, her eyes wide and uncertain with the omega’s full attention on her.

‘I wanted to go for a walk. I haven’t left the apartment in a few days and-’

‘That’s because you made Evangeline’s life hell for-’

‘Nope, no interrupting. You’ll get your say in a minute.’ The omega held his hand up, silencing Stephen’s explanation, and he could see the slight smile on his mother’s lips, a genuine amusement he hadn’t seen in months. Forcing his outrage down, he shifted from foot to foot, gripping hold of his temper as he watched events unfold.

‘You were saying…’

‘Beverly.’

‘Beverly. Sorry, please continue.’

#tony x stephen #ironstrange #work in progress wednesday #It's another long story!

[nonbinaryeggrolls]

Battle of the Larynx II

Miguel O’Hara x afab!reader

Pt. 1, Pt. 2. Pt. 3, Pt. 4

Synopsis: Having Spider-Man as a boyfriend was becoming increasingly more difficult, and his reoccurring absence is tearing you apart

Warning: ANGST, mentions of breakups, self harm (not eating caused by depression)

MINORS DNI. AGELESS AND MINOR BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

And they talk without thinking

They bark while they're shaking

With teeth that are round and dull

And they yell while they're chasing

While I'm steady pacing

My syllables hit the floor

How stupid, selfish baby

Don't you battle with my larynx toni—

Macie: “Melanie Martinez? Weird choice for a heartbreak song.” Your coworker and close friend critiqued while snatching the earbuds out of your ears

Y/N: “I like it, and it’s helping so leave me alone.”

Alchemex was quiet and slow at 8 AM, the only tasks you had assigned were to organize itineraries and pick up lunch for your employers. Once that was done you used the time you had to yourself to sit at your reception desk and wallow.

Macie: “Here, eat this.” she said handing you a container of vietnamese spring rolls and mango slices she brought from home

Y/N: “I’m not hungry Mac”

Macie: “Yes you are, you’re just saying that so you don’t have to feel anything other than sadness, but I’m not gonna let you sit at your desk all day and sulk. So eat something, please.” You took the food and ate it while she watched you like a hawk to make sure you got every last bite. She was right, making yourself miserable wasnt helping you but it was the only thing you knew how to do right now.

It’d been 3 weeks since you pushed Miguel O’Hara out of your life, and for those past 3 weeks you have been an absolute mess. You could barely get 2 meals down, your sleep schedule was ruined, you had no motivation to complete any tasks, and you avoided your friends and work almost entirely. It probably wasn’t a good idea to use nearly all of your sick days just so you can cry and mope about a guy but it is what it is at this point. You were fortunate enough though to have friends that wouldn’t stand for you ruining yourself while you recovered from heart break. Today your coworkers unanimously decided they needed to save you from depleting all your sick time and practically dragged you into work today.

Macie: “C’mon, tell me what’s on your mind babe.” She took a seat in her chair next to you

Y/N: “It’s just…why hasn’t he called me? Why hasn’t he tried to come back to our apartment? I just fuck I feel stupid but I wanted him to fight for us and he hasn’t at all.” Tears pricked from your eyes and you let your head fall onto your hands

Macie: “Well, why do you think he hasn’t reached out?”

Y/N: “Because he’s a little bitch that doesn’t care about me.” You cross your arms like a stubborn child

Macie: “That’s possible, but what is your heart telling you?” She asks

Y/N: “…He’s doesn’t know how to apologize for everything, or if I’ll accept it.” Macie nods in agreement

Macie: “I’ve never met Miguel other than passing him to get to the vending machine, but I’ve listened to you cry on my couch about him on multiple occasions. It sounds like this isn’t his first screw up, but it is the worst and I’m sure he knows that. It’s very possible that you two are done for good and I think he’s scared to face that…or make things worse.” You shrug in reply, “Be honest with yourself, would you have even listened if he came back immediately?”

Y/N: “No…I probably would’ve told him to fuck off.” You chuckled

Macie: “See. Maybe this time your taking from him is a good opportunity for the fog to clear, you can figure out if it was just your anger that pushed him away or if you actually want to break up with him. No one’s saying you have to forgive him but don’t write his hesitance off as not caring just yet, I have a gut feeling that he’s just afraid right now.” She pulled you into a much needed hug and ran her fingers up and down your back

Y/N: “…It hurts so bad Mace…I miss him so much and I don’t want to”. You sniffled

Macie: “I know babe I know, if it makes you feel any better you look really hot today even with runny mascara. He’s an idiot for fucking up with you so badly.” She said while planting a sticky lip gloss kiss on your forehead.

Macie helped you fix up your makeup in the bathroom and you both returned to work, luckily the front desk foot traffic is always slow with only phone calls and e-mails to keep you busy. It wasn’t a lot but it was enough to keep your mind off of everything.

Miguel wasn’t doing any better than you were. It wasn’t like him to talk without thinking, he was always so stern and calculated with everything he did in life, it was what he was known for but that night it was as if he lost all control. He felt horrible about everything, everything he said to you he wishes he could apologize for but he was terrified that it wouldn’t change anything…or that he might make things even worse.

Miguel’s world came to an abrupt halt since you shut him out. He was bitter and angry and lashed out on his fellow colleagues far more than he usually did. Even his favorite variants couldn’t shield themselves from Miguels wrath. Yelling at Miles or Gwen was routine, but yelling at Peter Parker (Earth-13122) was unheard of and it showed just how badly your absence was effecting him.

Nowadays if it wasn’t for missions or to go into headquarters it was rare for him to ever leave his room— well what was supposed to be a room. All of his belongings were still permanently relocated at the apartment that you both used to share, meaning his old apartment was long gone. There was no place for him to go back to when you kicked him out, so that meant the twin size mattress in Peters guest room that was far too small for his tall figure was what Miguel had called home for the past month.

The clock read 10:34 AM when Peter went downstairs to Miguel’s living space, Peter knocked and poked his head into the guest room

Peter: “Miguel?”, Peter looked in to see a semi asleep Miguel. “Cmon man get up you need to eat something. MJ made French toast, you need food with your depression.”

Miguel: “I’m not hungry.” He sighed and rolled over to face the wall. His appetite wasn’t important to him especially if it meant watching Peter and MJ canoodle at the kitchen counter the way you and him used to. Peter stepped back into the hallway, a worried MJ was motioning him to go back and talk to Miguel.

“Go talk to him!”

“I don’t want, to he’s gonna yell at me!” They both whispered, low enough for a regular person not to hear but it was enough for Miguel’s heightened sense to pick up. Choosing to ignore them, Miguel covered his face with the pillow trying to drift back to sleep until he felt a small weight crawl on him and start tugging in his hair

Mayday: “Uncle Mickey! Wake up Mickey! Come eat breakfast with me!”

Needless to say Maydays cuteness was enough to get Miguel out of his cave. He ate breakfast in silence and by the end Peter had convince Miguel to return back to work, saying it would help him take his mind off things. Mj lent Miguel some of peters old dress clothes from when he was 4 sizes larger, the pants flooded of course but that’s what happens when you’re a foot taller than most people.

It was raining in Miguel’s dimension when he returned, making the drive to Alchemex that much more depressing. It didn’t even register to him that you would be working, he panicked about what he would do or say when he sees you.

Miguel: “Lyla are you there?…” No answer, “Lyla?…Okay I’m sorry.”

Lyla appeared on an illuminated orange screen

Lyla: “Sorry for what? Use those big boy words.” She mocked, arms crossed and turned away from him, refusing to look at him until he gave a proper apology

Miguel: “I’m sorry for yelling and for being a dick for the last few weeks. Okay?” He sighed

Lyla: “See. Was that so hard?” He growled in annoyance but was honestly glad to have her talking to him again, even if she was just a combination of zeroes and one’s she was helpful, “Still having lady troubles I see?” She teased

Miguel: “God, shut up.” He grumbled

Lyla: “That’s it goodbye—

Miguel: “No! No I’m sorry.” He groaned and sank in his seat at the red light rubbing circles on his temples, “What the fuck am I gonna do Lyla? She probably hates me.”

Lyla: “After everything you said I wouldn’t be surprised if she did, but Peters right Miguel you need to just apologize and actually EXPLAIN yourself. Stop acting like such a tough guy and open up to her already. You keep her in the dark all the time and let her wonder if she did something wrong or if you even like her, maybe if you were actually honest with her she’ll understand. And even if she doesn’t understand you STILL owe her an apology. That part’s non negotiable.” Lyla criticized with no intent of being gentle. For an AI she actually gave genuinely good advice.

But he wasn’t ready to see you yet, he wasn’t ready to say what he needed to say, had no idea what he was going to say. So when he made it to Alchemex instead of going through the front entrance like he usually did he opted for the back entrance where the delivery trucks usually are. Stunned faces met his along with whispers and other greetings. A few, “Welcome backs” and handshakes from his fellow geneticists, too many faces and none of them was the one he wanted to see…

Miguel barely got any work done that day, instead he chose to spend all his time pacing back in forth near the second floor ledge. Though his office was on the top floor, the second floor had a view that peered past the large glass staircase and directly over the receptionist desk. So throughout the day he made a routine of getting up every 30-40 minutes to go to the second floor bathroom so he can look over at you on the way back to his office. He couldn’t stop himself from trying to catch a glimpse of you, he got warm each time you smiled at a new person entering the building. It was fake of course, he’d seen your real smile and it was breathtaking. This on the other hand was a plastered in customer service smile accompanied by forced laughs.

Around the the 12th time he went to go check on you he froze when he saw you weren’t at your desk anymore, but it was around the time of your lunch break so he suspected you were in the cafeteria. It was kind of pathetic the way he felt himself rush to the elevator with urgency to get to the food court but it was what he was doing.

The area was busy, filled with lab coats and other Alchemex staff. When he finally located you he stopped in place. You were smiling, genuinely smiling, with some idiot employee he had never seen before. He was leaning against the wall talking your ear off as you bought a soda from the vending machine, and he was far too close. Miguel’s eyes darkened when he hugged you goodbye, holding you a few seconds to long.

“Do you know that guy over there? He’s been staring for a while” Your coworker asked, nodding over to Miguel who stood by the elevator door glaring through angry brooded eyes. You stilled as you met his gaze that softened the longer you looked at him

Y/N: “No…No I don’t.”

Macie: “He just stared? Ew that’s creepy.” She giggled, “Whatever just ignore it, he hasn’t made an attempt to talk to you so don’t even entertain schoolboy behavior like that.”

Y/N: “Yeah, but you should’ve seen him he looked like he wanted to murder somebody...I hate that I thought it was kinda hot.”

She slapped you on the back of the head bringing out a string of giggles amongst the both of you. You took her advice and decided to just forget about the interaction and try and get through the rest of today. You sifted through emails and answered phone calls for the next few hours until a younger boy, no more than 19 years old, walked up to the front desk.

Y/N: “Hi there! can I help you?” You questioned

“Got a Grubhub delivery for Miguel O’Hara.” He held up a closed Thai food bag

Y/N: “Oh okay you can go up that elevator on the left, it’s the sixth fl—

“Customer requested no contact delivery so I guess this is on you guys. Okay bye I’m gonna leave now, remember to tip, thanks!” the rude little bastard plopped the take out bag on the counter in front of you. You’re heart practically plummeted to your stomach at the realization. Miguel knew what he was doing, he knew that if he requested no contact that meant the assigned assistant for genetics department had to deliver it. These snooty scientists didn’t want a random person walking through their building, it happened all the time just never with Miguel. Fuck

Macie looked over at the bag then back at you, just as flabbergasted as you were. Begging her to deliver it for you was no use, she was the assistant for the botany department and could get in huge trouble if she did. Reluctantly you made your way up to the floor his office was located on, the walk from the elevator to his office door felt like an eternity but you swallowed your fear and knocked.

Miguel: “Come in!” He sounded nervous, he looked like it too when you opened his door to see him already standing in front of his desk. Miguel looked disheveled and tired

Y/N: “Here, is there anything else you need Mr. O’Hara?” You deadpanned and handed him the bag. You weren’t surprised to see that he threw the bag away immediately, it’s not like his intention was to eat anyways.

Miguel: “Can I talk to you? Please?” He asked, you sighed and nodded in agreement closing the door behind you to give you both some privacy

Y/N: “Okay go ahead. Talk.”

Miguel: “…Who was that you were talking to?” he asked in a slightly desperate tone

Y/N: “That’s the first thing you have to say to me?” You scoffed

Miguel: “Please just tell me who he is…”

Y/N: “Who? I’m a receptionist I talk to a lot of people.” you lied knowing exactly who he was referring to.

Miguel: “The guy in the cafeteria, with the black hat. Who was he?”

Y/N: “That’s Anthony. He works in security for your department. But I guess you wouldn’t have known that, it’s not really a job that contributes anything to this world, is it?” Miguel winced at the sting of his own words being thrown back at him

Miguel: “…I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have said that.” he said in a tone barely above a whisper

Y/N: “Great, thanks I’m gonna go back to work now.” You dismissed his shitty excuse for an apology and turned to leave

Miguel: “Y/N I’m trying to say sorry to you!” he said almost begging. He was willing to beg if that’s what it took to make you listen

Y/N: “You’re always sorry! Every week it’s a new apology and honestly they’re all starting to sound the same and Im so tired of it!” you shouted

Miguel: “But I—

Y/N: “No I am talking, you are listening!” you silenced him, “You made it clear how you felt about me and I’m not going to keep myself in a situation where I’m just a fill in for someone else.”

Miguel: “…What are you saying?”

Y/N: “I don’t want to be with you any—

Miguel: “Please, please don’t say that N/N.” He practically leapt from his desk when you turned to leave without saying anything. It didn’t matter how many times he said your name it didn’t stop you, not until he physically blocked the door with his own body

Y/N: “O’Hara MOVE!” you demanded. The sound of his last name being said again signifying just how detached you we’re becoming

Miguel: “No. I want to fix this please!”

Y/N: “Find a new replacement then!”

The two of you went back and forth for what seemed like hours, his pleading was relentless. You’d never seen this side of Miguel before, he was unhinged and desperate it was like watching a child have a breakdown. But it wasn’t changing your mind, you deserved better.

When you reached for the door handle once again that’s when all of his words came spilling out.

Miguel: “You’re not a replacement! You’re not a joke or useless or anything stupid I said! I didn’t mean any of it I was just tired of being painted as the bad guy so I wanted to make you feel worse than I felt! But…I am the bad guy Y/N, Im a selfish fucking moron and I ruined a perfectly good thing just because I was scared we were getting too close and that would mean I might forget about Dana and Gabriella! So every time you wanted a date night or wanted to bring me to a family dinner or even just wanted to be around me I made excuses, because every time I did those things I felt myself forgetting. But I’m sorry! I’m sorry for saying terrible things to you and I’m sorry for making you feel worthless, I’m sorry for being so fucking stupid throughout this entire relationship, I’m sorry Y/N….”, He looked down ashamed, he sounded so small and vulnerable something he had not been in a very long time. You froze in place, taking a moment to process everything.

He finally looked back up at you and you stared at him with wide blank eyes. Whether it confusion, sympathy, or hatred he couldn’t tell, but your silenced scared him.

Miguel: “Please… say something.” He begged

Y/N: “Miguel…you’re grieving and I understand that, I think in some way you’ll always mourn the loss of Dana and Gabriella. But we can’t continue this at the expense of my own feelings, I need to know that if we were to keep this up you’re not going to keep hurting me during the process of you healing.”

Miguel: “I understand, I’ll do better I promise.” He felt a wave of relief surge through him. He leaned in to try and hug you but he tensed again when you rejected it, placing your hand on his chest and pushing him away.

Y/N: “I…I think we need a break Miguel…” His shoulders dropped in disappointment

Miguel: “So that’s it? We’re done?”

Y/N: “No…no were not done, I just can’t be around you right now. Just because I sympathize with your pain doesn’t brush over the fact that you just admitted to neglecting me on purpose all this time. I can’t ignore that. I need some space, and I think you do too...”

Miguel: “Y/N…”

Y/N: “Bye Miguel…” You opened the door and exited to see concerned faces all staring as you walked by. It didn’t matter what they thought, today would be your last day anyways. You left your name tag on the front desk and gathered your belongings. Miguel watched from his office window as you got into your car and broke down in the drivers seat before leaving the parking lot

Lyla: “Miguel…are you okay?” she interrupted, watching him stare emotionless out of the window

Miguel: “No.”

Lyla: “…Do you wanna talk about it?”

Miguel: “…”

#across the spiderverse #atsv miguel #miguel x y/n #miguel o'hara #miguel x you #miguel o’hara smut #hobie x reader #hobie spiderverse #miles morales #miguel x reader #peter parker #hobie brown #miguel x oc

[jurkin-off2ur-mom]

Kipo: Well, needless to say. Uh-oh Spaghetti-os.

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Jamack: I have yet to encounter a problem where a sword didn't factor into the solution at least in some way.

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Yumyan: If you get bitten by a shark, bite it back. You'll still probably die but the shark will be like "lol what"

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Dave: My ultimate goal is to punch God in the eye, just to spite him one last time.

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Kipo: I’m sick and tired of being called 'mortal' like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.

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Leo: I don’t even use tubberware anymore. 
Song: What are you saying? Say it again. 
Leo: Tubberware. 
Song: Say it again. Slow. 
Leo: Tubberware. 
Song: Slow, very slow - actually, say the first syllable. 
Leo: Tub. 
Song: Wrong. 
Leo: What do you mean, wrong? 
Song: I thought I caught that. You’re saying tub. It’s P. 
Leo: What are you talking about? 
Song: Tupperware. Tupper. 
Leo: It’s tupper! 
Song: It’s tupper, always has been, always will be. 
Leo: I thought it was tubberware because it kind of looks like a tub.

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Leo: honk. 
Song: WHAT. 
Leo: HONK. 
Song: WHAT DOES HONK MEAN THIS TIME YOU WHIMSICAL PIECE OF SHIT?????

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Song: I'm like Heinz Doofenshmirtz because I, too, like being petty, signing off-key, and over-sharing my deepest traumas for no discernible reason. 
Leo: Not to mention that you think of yourself as eveil but are, at best, a minor inconvenience.

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Dave, seeing a bee on Benson’s arm: Uh oh... 
Dave, rolling up a newspaper: Benson, stay still... 
Dave, Using the newspaper as a megaphone: THERES A FUCKING BEE ON YOU

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Dave: No, I don't want to talk about physics! I don't know anything about the laws of physics because they are hard and boring. I simply would like them to behave in a way that is most convenient to ME and MY LIFE! Is that really asking too much? 
Kipo: Yes, as a matter of fact, it is! 
Dave: Well, guess what? Science is stupid bullshit!! 
Kipo: You take that back!!! 
Dave: No. Magic is awesome. Science blows. The end.

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Scarlemagne: My goal is not to be the best, but to inspire someone enough to one day surpass me. 
Leo: YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT EVERY TIME YOU BEAT ME AT CONNECT FOUR!

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Kipo: Why do you think I don’t like you? I do. I would kill for you. 
Kipo: Ask me to kill for you. *turns mega*
Scarlemagne: ...First of all, calm down-

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Scarlemagne: Don't go to the kitchen. 
Leo: Why? 
Scarlemagne: I saw a spider. 
Leo: Well, did you kill it? 
Scarlemagne: It has 8 arms and I only have 2, it's not fair...

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Dave: Help! I’m drowning! 
Benson: Calm down. We’re only in six feet of water! 
Dave: NOT ALL OF US ARE TALL!

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Scarlemagne: Looked up my symptoms on WebMD and it turns out I have an ancient ancestral curse that has been passed down my bloodline for generations. 
Kipo: ...? 
Scarlemagne: Okay, fine. It was a hereditary mental illness. I just wanted to sound cool so I made something up. Are you mad at me?

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Kipo: I am going to need you to swear- 
wolf: Fuck. 
Kipo: 
kipo: ...swear as in promise.

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Scarlemagne: Am I going to far? 
Leo: No, no, no. You went too far about 7 hours ago. Now you’re going to prison.

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Wolf: Tony Hawks moving castle. 
Wolf: I can't remember the name of it, fuck. 
Kipo: Howl? 
Wolf: aaaauuuuuuuooooo??? 
Kipo: ...
Wolf: Oh.

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Kipo: What do you call quantums of electromagnetic radiation that don’t get along? 
Wolf: What did you just say- 
Kipo: Foetons! *Laughs* 
Wolf: Wh-what?

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Benson: What are y’all’s favorite things to wake up to?

Kipo: Breakfast in bed!

Dave: Emails from AO3!

Wolf: My favorite thing to wake up to is not waking up at all.

Wolf: The screams of my enemies are a close second though.

#kipo inccorect quotes #dave kipo #benson kipo #kipo oak #wolf kipo #kipo and the age of wonderbeasts #Leo kipo #song kipo #yumyan hammerpaw #Jamack kipo #scarlemagne kipo #Leo oak #song oak

[sweeter-innocence-fics]

Surviving Sokovia - Chapter Twelve

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Work Summary: 

You were a Sokovian orphan living on the streets of Novi Grad, until Strucker offered you a choice.

Now you are a part of his human experimentation programme, trying to survive an entirely different world of horrors. The kind boy with the beautiful eyes is the only thing that keeps you going.

This story contains dark themes. Please read the notes on chapter one for more details. Dialogue in {these brackets} is in Sokovian.

Chapter Summary: Ultron's plans have been revealed, and the three of you need to get away. You run into a friend.

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Word Count: 1803

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Taglist: @mcximffs @noz4a2 @xlucyintheskywithdiamondsx @lanemarvels @marrigold-2002 @kathrinchek @ifilwtmfc @officiallykuute @mrs-kai-anderson @ang3l1te @missryerye

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Notes:

This timeline mostly follows the AoU canon with some slight differences. I'm mostly going to be skimming over the AoU stuff because it's not hugely relevant, but the key plot points to be aware of are: Ultron recruits the twins, the twins help him get the vibranium from Klaue, Ultron goes with the twins to Seoul to create a new body for himself, Wanda reads his mind during the process of transferring his consciousness to the new body and realises that he plans to destroy the world. In this version, the reader is with the twins, also helping Ultron. All of this happens between the previous chapter and this one.

Warnings for pregnancy, vomiting, stray dog

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You would be the first to admit that you’d never trusted Ultron, but he had made some promises that were hard to turn down. For one, there was Tony Stark. Ultron hated his creator just as much as Wanda and Pietro did, and had the power to bring him down once and for all. For another, he had access to resources. He had given you food, shelter, whatever you needed to survive.

It wasn’t enough. You had watched the dawning horror on Wanda’s face as she looked into his mind, and you knew it was all over. There had been no time to think. The next thing you knew, you were being deposited on a street corner by Pietro, who gave you a fleeting kiss on the forehead as he promised he’d be right back.

You collapsed onto your knees, throwing up into the road. Snow crunched under your bare hands. The world spun horrendously. You grabbed a handful of snow and pressed it to your face, relishing the coldness.  

If you had been more aware of your surroundings, you might’ve heard the soft padding footsteps, but as it was, when something nudged you in the arm, you fell back in surprise, a scream halfway out of your mouth.

It was a dog. You blinked. Not a dog. The dog. The one that you’d fed a banana. You realised with a start that you were on the same corner Pietro had dropped you off at last time, thousands of miles from where you’d just been. No wonder you felt ill. The dog looked at you expectantly, its tongue lolling out of its mouth.

Feeling as though you might pass out if you tried to grow anything, you pulled your backpack off and rummaged around in it until you found a bread roll wrapped in a paper napkin. You unwrapped it and the dog barked happily, watching you like a hawk as you put the roll down on the ground next to you.

You didn’t watch it eat the bread. You settled back onto your butt and closed your eyes.

“Hey!” Your eyes snapped open at the sound of Pietro’s voice. “{Get away from her},” he snapped, and the dog grabbed the bread roll in its mouth and darted to your other side, hiding behind you.

“{It’s okay, Piet},” you said. “{She’s just hungry}.” You assumed the dog was a she. You didn’t know much about dogs but you saw no evidence of testicles.

“{My love, please be careful. She might be dangerous}.”

“{She’s not}.” Your voice was dreamlike. You felt far away from yourself. “{She’s a good girl}.”

Pietro’s arm came to wrap around your waist and he carefully pulled you to your feet. You leant against him, thankful for the support. Wanda was standing on his other side, still clearly reeling from what she saw in Ultron’s head.

“{Why did you bring us back to Novi Grad?}” you asked. It was a fair question. One moment you had been in Seoul, the next, you were back here.

“{I…}” He exchanged a look with Wanda. “{I didn’t know where else to go. I just wanted to get far away from him}.”

“{Well, I don’t know if I can go much further},” you said shakily. “{I don’t feel so good}.”

Wanda put one hand on your shoulder and the other on Pietro’s. “{We have to go back}.” Pietro opened his mouth to argue, but Wanda pushed on. “{Ultron is going to destroy the world and we helped him on his way. We have to do something}.”

“{Wanda, she can’t},” said Pietro. She gave him a meaningful look. He shook his head immediately, anger spreading across his features. “{No. No way. I’m not leaving her behind}.”

“{Of course not},” said Wanda, just as angry. “{But we need to track down the Avengers before it’s too late. We can’t keep her safe and make it to them on time}.”

You straightened up and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. “{I’ll be fine. I know the streets of Novi Grad. I spent many years surviving here before I knew you, Piet}.”

An anguished look passed over his face. “{You are not staying on the streets. What if Ultron finds you? Or Hydra?}” An involuntary shiver ran down your spine.

“{We can find somewhere safe},” said Wanda gently. “{A hotel. A place you can hide out until we can come back for you}.” Pietro’s face was drawn, and he had a quiet, contemplative expression.

“{How will we pay for it?}” you asked.

“{Don’t worry about that},” he said. “{Just wait here. Both of you. I will find us a place}.” And with that, he was gone.

“{I’m so sorry we have to do this},” said Wanda. “{But the things I saw in Ultron’s head… We have to stop him and we can’t do that alone. It’s our fault he has the vibranium}.”

“{I know. It’s okay}.” Absentmindedly, your hand came up to pet the dog’s head. She leant into you.

A moment later, Pietro returned, looking slightly out of breath. “{I have the money. I’m going to find a hotel now}.” He was about to run off again but you grabbed his wrist.

“{Make sure it’s somewhere that allows pets},” you said, and he looked at you as though you’d grown a second head.

“{Pets?}” His eyebrows were drawn together in confusion. You gestured at the dog, and he grimaced. “{It’ll be much harder to-}”

“{Please, Piet}.” You looked up at him, your head tilted to one side in a way that you knew made it hard for him to say no to you. “{She’s hungry. She can keep me company while you’re off being a superhero}.”

Pietro sighed but nodded. “{I will be right back}.”

Wanda was looking at you with an amused half-smile. “{What?}” you asked, but she just shook her head. She took a step forward and scratched the dog between her ears.

“{If you’re going to be bringing her with you, she deserves a name, no?}”

You thought about it for a moment. The dog looked up at you with her big eyes. “{Her name is Odeta},” you decided.

“Odeta,” said Wanda, trying out the sound. “{I like it}.”

“{They don’t normally allow dogs},” said Pietro, appearing beside you suddenly. “{But I paid them enough money that they’ll make an exception. I stopped at the grocery store too. And the pet store. All of the stuff is already in the room. Come on}.” He wrapped an arm around you.

You closed your eyes as he sped off with you. You had very quickly come to realise that you hated speeding around with Piet. Maybe it would be different if you weren’t pregnant. Somehow you doubted that.

You found yourself very suddenly in a large hotel room. It was fully furnished with a double bed, wardrobe, and even a desk. There were a collection of plastic carrier bags on the bed.  A cursory inspection revealed an ensuite with a bath, as well as a balcony. Pietro had really outdone himself.

A moment later, he appeared with Odeta in his arms. She was barking furiously, evidently terrified, as he set her down.

“{I’m sorry},” he said, trying to pet her head, but she shrank away from him. “{I’m sorry}.”

He disappeared again, and returned a moment later with Wanda. She seemed far less affected by his speed than you were, which gave you hope that it would be easier once the baby was born. Odeta lay down on the ground and pushed her face into the carpet.

“{Poor girl},” you said, reaching out to stroke her head. She relaxed under your touch.

“{I got treats},” said Pietro, lifting up one of the plastic bags. It was printed with the logo of a pet store. He pulled a packet of dog treats out of the bag and held it out to you.

“{You should give them to her. She already likes me}.”

Looking a little nervous, he opened the bag and pulled out one dog biscuit. “{Here, girl. I have a treat for you}.” She lifted her head and looked up at him. She looked just as frightened as he did.

You very gently nudged her with your foot. “{It’s okay, Odeta. It’s just Pietro. He won’t hurt you}.”

Cautiously, she got to her feet and ate the treat out of his hand. Emboldened, he offered her another, which she took greedily. He was reaching into the bag for a third when you put a hand on his arm.

“{Slow down there, cowboy},” you said. “{If she eats too much too quickly, she might puke}.”

He nodded, closing the bag. Odeta let out a little whine, but accepted her fate.

“{There’s a minibar},” said Pietro. “{And room service. Although I gave them so much money that they’ll probably bring you whatever you want}.”

“{Where did you get the money?}”

He paused for a second, surveying you. His expression was unreadable. “{I robbed a bank}.”

“{A bank?}” You knew that Pietro had been light-fingered even before he got his powers, but this seemed like a lot, even for him.

“{They didn’t see me coming}.” He gave you a lopsided grin that made your heart stutter. “{I got supplies, but if I’ve forgotten anything, you can call room service…}”

“{Thank you, Piet}.”

“{There’s one more thing}.” He handed you a cell phone. “{It’s not very sophisticated, but it can make calls. I’ve got one for each of us. I’ve already programmed in the numbers, but please memorise them, just in case}.”

He dropped a kiss on your forehead, but you caught the front of his shirt, pulling him in for a proper kiss. Beside you, Wanda turned her attention towards Odeta, embarrassed.

“{I love you},” you murmured.

“{I love you too}.” His voice was low as he spoke.

“{Come back to me}.”

“{We will},” Wanda assured you. She put her arms around you and hugged you tight.

“{Let me know when you’ve found the Avengers},” you said, holding up your phone.

“{I will},” said Pietro. And with that, they were gone, leaving you alone with Odeta.

Odeta stood up, confused as to where Wanda and Pietro had just gone. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones. Maybe it was the fear of not knowing when the twins would be back. Maybe it was the fact that for the first time in a long time, you weren’t under anyone’s control. Either way, you burst into tears.

Odeta let out a distressed noise and rested her head on your lap. You stroked her fur gratefully. Seeing it up close like this, you saw for the first time how matted and dirty and tangled it was.

“{You’re filthy},” you half-hiccupped, half-laughed in between sobs. “{Let’s get you a bath, okay?}”

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#pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff x you #pietro maximoff fanfic #pietro maximoff fanfiction

[barn-dawg]

alright I wanted to get back into doing album reviews so might as well start with Jeff Rosenstock's recently released HELLMODE to quote the man himself, it's an album about the chaos being alive right now and it feels like it as the record jumps between some of the most some of the most high-energy songs I think Jeff has ever put out, with HEAD being a politcally-charged rant that ends in the music equivalent to a nervous breakdown, juxtaposed with HEALMODE being the most subdued song from him since The Shit That You Hate when Bomb The Music Industry! was still active. HELLMODE also likes to bounce between genres too, with punk ragers like the aformentioned HEAD and HEALMODE, there's songs like SOFT LIVING and 3 SUMMERS delving into indie rock or FUTURE IS DUMB sounding like a something off of a Tony Hawk Pro Skater soundtrack - there's also LIKED U BETTER which feels like it was designed to be an earworm (but in a good way).

The record accurately captures the constant stream of chaos, rage, and fatigue of the past couple of years and couples it with a healthy dose of punk rock guilt because, in spite of it all, you're doing alright for yourself and knowing that makes you feel worse.

also look at my press of the record:

Favourite tracks: HEAD, FUTURE IS DUMB, 3 SUMMERS

#ray.txt #jeff rosenstock #hellmode #idk I'll figure out a tag for these at some point #or maybe I wont and I'll make everyone suffer

[theluckywizard]

HI LUCKY the ambient sounds/music you suggest while reading your fics is very cool, how do you decide which tracks to add? do you listen to them while writing and then just add them in? ✨

Ohhh thank you for the question, Rowan! STRAP IN I have been a movie score nerd since I was a teen (oboe-playing band geek to boot) and I used to pop in a few different soundtrack CDs into my old Macintosh Performa in the 90s and loop certain tracks that set a mood while I wrote fantasy nonsense. SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE.

I'm always scouting and scouring for new tracks. Anytime I hear something evocative, I throw it in my long fic playlist. When it's time to 'score my chapter' I will go through and pick songs from that list that fit. Oftentimes there's a scene where I don't have something that fits and then I will spend altogether too much time looking for the exact right thing (usually resulting in finding a bunch of great tracks). Here are some of my favorite tracks for favorite moments in my fic! Lorne Balfe - Meeting with the King - Churchill OST This is a theme I use frequently in my fic and there are a few variations in the soundtrack with slightly different moods like A Cottage by the Sea and Back to London. It's a great contemplative, angsty, low key song without distracting musical moments that will interrupt a reader's flow. I used this for instance when Cullen reveals to Rose that he'd quit Lyrium and then again when she returns from Crestwood hoping to rekindle things after they'd blown up so spectacularly.

Rachel Portman - Sewing and Archery - Emma OST Look sometimes you just need a mischief track! This one captures an edge of comedy and cheekiness that was perfect for the scene where Vivienne presumes to approach Rose about the matter of contraception not long after she's made Inquisitor. She gifts her a Theodosian nuvaring made of fade-touched nevarrite. Rose is mortified and fascinated all at once. Max Richter - The Wanderer - Ad Astra OST Another similarly angsty, contemplative theme but I find this one to be more hopeful in tone. Since I have two ships I tend to use this one more with Hawke and Rose. It's the track I use for the moment after the first time Rose sleeps with Hawke where she is kind of grappling with whether she should be involving herself with Hawke. Scott Buckley - Artemis (no soundtrack this guy just churns out one off tracks that SLAP) This is the perfect most ultimate track for closing the breach. It's tense and builds into this kind of awe-inspiring crescendo over the course of several minutes. I LOVE IT SO MUCH, especially for a scene where nobody knows if they're going to succeed in closing the Breach, least of all Rose who is being rapidly consumed by the spreading anchor. Tony Anderson - Arpege - Nuit SMUT TRACK SMUT TRACK. This is one I used for the first time Rose and Hawke hook up. It's got that sense of urgency, passion and 'this might be a bad idea but i'm doing it anyway' energy. It's a great track on its own, but I can't not think of that first time when I hear it LOL

Johann Johannsson - Hammers and Nails - Arrival Soundtrack ok one more because sometimes you need CREEPINESS. The eerie calm where something is wrong but you're not sure what yet. This is the track I used when Cullen and Rose realize there's an impending attack on Haven. Riders have rushed in from both outer check points to report into Cullen and they have to ring the alert bell. Ughh, this track is so good. Anyway, thank you for coming to my TED Talk about using music in fic. 😅

#embedding music in fic #scoring my long fic #In the Shattering of Things #Ambient Music #I'm a Movie Score Nerd What Can I Say #I write to all this stuff #It helps the words flow!

[bongo-spindash]

"Sonic? Like, The Hedgehog?" Chapter 2

The thing about being a global hero whose entire schtick is running faster than the eye can see is that, well, people don’t actually see an awful lot of him. They know his name, they know what he’s done, and they recognise the iconic blue blur he leaves in his wake—but, just walking down the street, you don’t expect every single blue Mobian you see to be the one that routinely fights off giant mechs and ancient deities.  Really, how were they supposed to know who the guy actually was? (Or: Five times Sonic invoked the Tony Hawk phenomenon, and one time someone recognised him.)

You can read the first chapter on Ao3 here or on Tumblr here!! Hope you enjoy!! :D

Chapter 2: Place for the Night

(Fic under the cut!!)

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Kadie, in all honesty, has not been having the best day of her life so far. She slept in this morning, which meant her plan of getting out of the house early to get to the nearest town for groceries and back before it got dark was a bust, and—if that wasn’t bad enough, it decided to rain on her way back. It was lucky that she’d brought her umbrella, but, right now, she’s just looking forward to lighting the fire in the living room and cozying up with her wife.

Despite the forecast claiming that it would only be a light drizzle, the rain is really coming down; a thick sheet of water slamming against the plastic shielding her from the worst of it. With every second that passes, it’s turning more into a full-on storm. Just as she’s thinking I’d hate to be caught in this for much longer, she hears something over by the treeline. 

A little frightened yelp, and something resembling a shushing noise as a clap of thunder rolls along the sky. 

Usually, Kadie is fine ignoring the general bustle of wildlife around their home. She and Sophia have lived out in the beginning of nowhere for long enough now that the occasional screeching flickie is just background noise. But… those noises didn’t sound like flickies. They sounded like people. And as much as she wants to get inside and dry off, she can’t in good conscience leave someone out here to freeze. 

“Hello?” The koala calls out, as she approaches the source of the noise, loud enough to be heard over the rumbling of the wind. There’s another squeak as her boots squelch against the path, and after a few paces, she comes across a little alcove—a tree hollowed just enough at the base to make room for two small forms.

Those are kids. It’s hard to make out amongst the weather and the dark, but neither of them can be older than thirteen; the older something like a porcupine, and the younger a tiny ball of fox or wolf. Kadie is struck with a writhing mix of terror at the thought of such tiny children being abandoned out here to get hypothermia, and all-consuming relief that she was here to find them before that happened. The tree hollow has kept them dry, thank the stars, but she doesn’t want to imagine what might happen to the two if the storm continues until morning. 

The pair look up at her with cautious eyes—the older narrowed with suspicion, the younger wide with nerves. She tries to look as careful and unthreatening as possible as she speaks. “Are you two okay?” She asks softly. 

The maybe-porcupine makes a circular motion with one hand before raising it into a thumbs up; she can just make out the words ‘We’re okay’ being mouthed along with it, exaggerated and slow. The little wolf-or-fox goes to agree, but a fork of lightning peels into the sky behind her, and he yelps, flinching hard before burying himself into the other’s side, shaking like a leaf. The older curls him in further, looking to the trembling ball of fur with big, concerned eyes. 

Looking at the two in the hollow—a little kid weeping into the side of someone hardly older than him—she makes a very sudden and very certain decision. 

“The storm’s really nasty, isn’t it?” She says, watching as the older nods hesitantly. “My wife and I live not too far up, and I’d hate to just leave you two out here when we’ve got a warm house so close by. How does waiting out the storm inside sound?”

He looks like he wants to refuse on principle, but he can’t stop casting glances to the little fox-or-wolf next to him, and eventually, he nods—shaking the younger kid’s shoulder gently and gesturing for them both to stand. 

The walk takes a few minutes longer than it would otherwise. The younger kid clings to the older like the canopy of quills can singlehandedly protect him from the storm, and Kadie is constantly trying to make sure they’re both under the umbrella. Eventually, though, they make it to the cabin, warm yellow light already seeping through the windows and into the open night like a gold thread in the dark. Opening the door, she practically shivers at the contrast in temperature—taking off her soaked-through tartan coat and gesturing the two kids inside. 

Now that all of them are stood in the light, she can make out their features more clearly. The older one, who she’d initially thought was a porcupine, much more obviously resembles a hedgehog, with azure quills slowly darkening to cobalt with age, and bright, emerald eyes. The younger is a fox—a little auburn-brown kit who can’t be a day over five years old—and though she hadn’t noticed in the midsts of the storm, two identical tails flicker nervously behind him. Both of them look like they’ve been trying very hard to keep their gloves and shoes in good condition, but it doesn’t seem like either of them have been very successful. The walk to the house has only served to make their soles muddier.

“Kadie?” Her wife calls out from the other room, effectively disrupting the quiet mutual observation. “Is that you?”

She turns around with a soft chuckle, cupping a hand around her mouth to call out in response. “Sweets, who else would it be?”

“Well, for all I know, it could be some mysterious stranger breaking in under cover of night. Did you get the extra firewood like I asked?”

“Yeah—though I don’t know how dry I managed to keep it with the storm outside.” The koala replies, before turning to the two boys, voice lowering gently. “I’m just gonna go put this stuff down. You two make yourselves at home, alright?” Once she’s received a nod from both of them, she moves over to the other room. 

Sophia’s waiting for her there on the couch, some old mystery novel comfortable in her hands. She kisses her loudly on the cheek as she passes, making sure her gloves are dry enough before getting out the kindling and logs, setting them down in a basket by the fireplace. The remaining groceries are silently left aside on the dining table to be put away later. 

The snow leopard notices the difference in her demeanour immediately, and puts her book down on the cushions when she lingers by the table. “Is everything okay?” She questions worriedly.

“I’m fine,” Kadie hurriedly reassures. “But… Soph, there were these kids stuck in the storm. They were just hidingunder a tree trying to wait it out; the littler one looked frightened out of his mind.”

Her wife quickly catches on to the implication, and the sigh she lets out in return is equal parts exasperated and fond. “Let me guess, they’re in the hall?” At the confirming nod, she laughs gently, shaking her head as she rises from the couch. “Alright. I’ll get the blankets—you go make sure they aren’t hungry.”

Easily assenting, the koala moves back towards the entrance to find the kids right where she left them, looking around the cabin like they’ve never been inside a house before. Sympathy tightens in her chest as she approaches, both their gazes snapping to her when the floorboards creak beneath her feet. She smiles at them reassuringly, relieved as the two smile back, though the little fox does so with a touch more hesitance. 

“My wife’s just getting some blankets so we can set you up on the couch. Do either of you want something to eat first?”

The blue hedgehog grins, a thumbs up moving from behind a flat palm, with accompanying mouth movements following the rest of the gestures. Despite it being easier to see with the cabin’s light, the further distance between them means she can’t quite read the words on his lips. Seeing this, the little fox takes mercy on her and translates. “Sonic says he can always eat.” The kid repeats, looking at the hedgehog as he puffs up and smiles at the fox. 

Kadie laughs. “Sonic, huh? Like that hero?” It’s pretty cute, she thinks, that the kid would name himself after his hero. She can imagine a lot of kids these days like to play games pretending to be the spiky blue blur, fighting off Doctor Eggman and all his evil robots. 

“Yeah! And, um, I’m Tails! It’s nice to meet you!” Tails continues, before his expression turns a little more bashful. “I’m kinda hungry too, is that okay?”

Stars, these are the sweetest little kids she’s ever met. Kadie can’t for the life of her figure out why someone would just leave them out in such a bad storm. “It’s nice to meet you too, Tails; I’m Kadie. And that’s more than okay—come on, you can pick something out from the kitchen.”

The two follow her through to the kitchen, passing Sophia as she lays their good blankets out on the couch closest to the fireplace. Kadie picks up the bag of groceries she left on the table as they go, her wife walking next to her, and they watch the two kids peer at the fruit bowl on the counter with huge eyes, glancing back as if to double-check that she hasn’t changed her mind and looking curiously towards the new person.

“Soph, meet Sonic and Tails,” Kadie smiles, gesturing to her wife and the kids respectively, before repeating the motion vice versa. “Tails and Sonic, this is Sophia, my wife.”

Sonic curls his fingers together and brushes his thumb against his chin, before sticking up his index fingers and curling his thumb in to press the almost-fists on top of each other, pointing towards Sophia. “Sonic says it’s nice to meet you.” Tails translates, before smiling sheepishly. “Uh—I also say that! It’s nice to meet you.”

Sophia laughs, smile turning softer at the embarrassed flush on the fox’s muzzle. “That’s very kind of you to say. Feel free to take anything you like! I mean it, we always buy way too much.”

Reassured, the two pick out a couple pieces of fruit from the bowl each—politely rejecting Kadie’s offer to get them something more to go with it—and eat it at the kitchen counter while Sophia puts the shopping away. She and Kadie watch as the two chat quietly between bites, Sonic struggling to sign with a hand full of fruit, and Tails giggling through replies. The thick walls of the cabin muffle the sounds of the storm outside to nothing but background static and the gentle tapping of rain, and the contrast between the kids’ joy now against the shaking forms she’d found in the tree hollow makes her heart swell with relief. 

Later into the night, Kadie stands beside her wife as the pair lay curled up in each other on the couch, practically swimming in the blankets Sophia laid out. The snow leopard’s voice is like a hearthfire in her ear. “They’re such cute kids.” She says, with all the warmth of the sun. 

“I just hope everything turns out okay for them.” Kadie says in return, head resting against her wife’s shoulder. 

In the morning following, the kids will eat breakfast with them at Kadie’s insistence, and will leave soon after despite Sophia’s offer to let them stay until they’re sure the storm has truly rolled away. Neither of the pair will realise just who that little blue hedgehog and that tiny brown fox were until about seven hours later, when one of their friends in the nearest town stops by for a visit. 

“Did you hear?” They’ll say, excited smile echoing over their face as they lean over the dining table. “Apparently that Sonic the Hedgehog’s been seen around the area over the last few days! My cousin said he’s probably looking for a Chaos Emerald, but I don’t buy it.”

“Oh.” The koala will say, sharing a glance with Sophia as the pair quietly short-circuit, dots finally connecting. And within the split second of eye-contact, both make the executive decision not to mention a thing. “That’s nice.”

Stars above—she’d thought the kid was pretending to be himself. If their friends found out, neither of them would ever live it down. 

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #sonic the hedgehog fanfiction #sonic fanfiction #sth fanfic #outsider pov #Bongo's Writing!!!

[ggchamo]

The 29 Games I beat in 2023

This was a year of a ton of new amazing games, and even though I tried dozens, I missed many new awesome games this year, which will always be part of the fun of gaming.

I tried IGN's Playlist app, which buckets your list of games into different categories that sound helpful - Playing, Beat, Quit, Paused, Wishlist, Backlog.

Because I wanted a lot of games marked as "Beat" - I felt encouraged to play some of those shorter, faster plays - many of the games this year were on How Long To Beat dotcom under 10 hours and came highly recommended

One attitude for me this year was "well, I'm not having fun playing this game in the moment, but let's power through since i'm almost done." - This attitude really helped with the motivation to finish to be honest - getting it done meant it's off the backlog and I can move on to the next set of games in my very curated backlog.

Another theme in the games this year was nostalgia and exploring my childhood, so we had good representation of Pokemon and first-party Nintendo

Besides these games, I tried quite a number of games on Switch, PS5, Xbox Series S, and PC for at least a little session - if I don't hit credits it didn't make it on the list, although don't hold me to that

For ongoing games, I played many hours of Gran Turismo 7, some hours of Valorant (140 hours less than 2022 which was definitely lower than 2021...), and the occasional Overwatch/Fortnite/whatever session with people getting together. 2023 was not the same as 2020's peak of playing with friends on a daily basis, but this year I embraced curating things to my taste

I loved the three games I played with my fiance - Paper Mario, Hi-Fi Rush, and Sackboy. Anytime we share an experience it makes the payoff multiple times better.

God of War Ragnarok: Valhalla -

Fuck - I really wanted to beat this one, so it was satisfying to get this one ticked off my list. They wanted to design something hard and worth the challenge and time investment, and I think they did it. I consistently was making progress until the last thing was to beat the final boss, and once I watched a youtube video and tried a different strategy, it opened up. Experience was cool - God of War has a great set of combat features, one of the very best combat systems outside of the god-tier Dark Souls team.

Pokemon Black 2 -

Buying an Analogue Pocket triggered this exploration into my childhood, and part of that was getting into collecting the Pokemon games I missed and revisiting them. I found a copy of this game slightly discounted from it's $160 avg price on eBay and was worried about getting a fake but was relieved it was authentic. So how was this game, not just as a hype item but as an experience?

It was worth the effort. It had a ton of cool pokemon (although needed more water pokemon in my opinion) and it actually was tough to beat - I ended up losing once or twice and had some dicey gym battles earlier on, but I thought the game was an interesting chapter in the pokemon games. It was very story focused and wanted to build some lore and some characters, not just create a million new cool pokemon. Gen V was a big blin spot for me so it was cool to spend some time back in these games after beating Pokemon Black for the second time in the past few years in the pandemic era.

Rollerdrome -

I found the game very tough near the last three levels (it was just overtuned for a casual guy like me and got crazy) but I found it very unique and aesthetically very iconic. These devs took some of the muscle memory from Tony Hawk games and added that famous "bullet time" mechanic as another way to pace everything. It's a great combo - I can even imagine a game where the shooting has to go with the beat. I am happy they had assists so I could avoid hitting my head against the wall for 20 hours.

Super Mario Wonder -

Another GOTY quality game, in a year where we had a new Mario and Zelda come out in a sea of sequels and really well-done indies. I'm not done with this game yet. I hit credits, but there is more to play here in the future. This game is exactly my vibe - and we got to see the demo in person in Seattle which was fun!

Jusant -

Short and sweet with very fun unique climbing gameplay that I enjoyed playing through. It was straightforward and interesting, and I enjoyed that quality many Indies have where it had a huge imagination that transcends their budget and tech restrictions. I felt like that team did a great job and I kept thinking I want to see more games like Jusant, taking the concepts further.

Pokemon Crystal Version -

I was in the mood for classic pokemon with tons of moments of nostalgia and feeling memories from back during childhood - and Pokemon always delivers, I need Pokemon games in my life. I was proud to finish the game after transferring the file to a new 2DS XL and regretting my choice of Totodile as my starter 30 hours in. I had fun and this game is timeless - I will play it again and it will feel like the first time I played it again because that's what these games do. They always feel new because in the world of Pokemon, there is always more to learn.

Spider-Man 2 -

Consistently fun and with very rewarding platinum trophy that wasn't that hard to finish - I found the experience of playing this game rewarding, familiar and very polished, and the game did not overstay it's welcome with bad gameplay. Not too different from the first games besides some very cool new features and types of scenarios with the same core gameplay as Miles Morales and Spider-Man 1.

Forza Motorsport -

In a head-to-head comparison between this and GT7, GT7 has greater replay-ability and tricks the mind into feeling like you're in a simulation. But Motorsport is maybe the better designed game - since it took some driver activities and made them gaming features. But in execution, they don't make a material impact on the experience and don't add much immersion since the driver levels have no impact on gameplay. I enjoyed the larger assortment of cars and the tons of races to play - but I didn't see the same love in the courses, which are really the core gameplay "levels." So I feel like I'm saying that this very expensive and detailed gameplay was lacking levels, which seems like a weird place to be for a game. So lots of complex feelings after playing for over 40-50 hours - I definitely will play this again.

Super Mario World (GBA) -

Someone set me up with GBA online and this was the first game I played - very cool experience playing through my first game in one or two sittings on a big screen with my adult brain and skills without my child limitations.

The Last of Us Part 1 -

In the first few weeks of October, I was having a great time revisiting a game that I played a few years before the pandemic (may have just been 2018/2019....) and also was watching the HBO show at the same time. It still is an awesome experience and still touches those same great heights because the game has that iconic aggression and unique feeling that you feel from what it asks you to do and what it puts you through. No other game feels Last of Us games, and they're on a different league of their own.

Cocoon -

Weird game. The sound design and the visual aesthetic stuck out as iconic to this game, with the gameplay being just multi-faceted enough to encourage me to try to learn new things - I think there was almost one point where I had to look something up but I sat down and tried my best and was able to move forward. I felt very smart and impressed myself.

Venba -

Awesome game and only one or two sessions long - it told a story and it made me think. I liked how the recipes felt like puzzles which is what cooking feels like!

Lego 2K Drive -

In late September, needed something quick and fun to play before Super Mario Wonder/Forza Motorsport/Spiderman 2 slapped me in the face - this was very rewarding and was very satisfying to look at and play - deep enough that it was fun but still very easy to pick up and play with all the different type of cars. One or two kind of down moments definitely didn't weigh down my opinion of the experience as a whole, although it's nice that it's free for PS Plus people 2 months after I bought it for $70.

Paper Mario: The Origami King -

My fiance beat this before and agreed to watch me play and Sherpa me through the experience. It was pretty awesome, although the base gameplay is a bit of an acquired taste...not too long but still took some time investment to finish all of the worlds and once or twice lose a multi-turn boss fight due to some unfortunate misclicks.

Osu! 2 on DS -

Beating this was a spur of the moment and only took a few sessions, but I wanted to play through the "new" Osu game (although now the series over a decade old) for a long time and finally grabbed it off my brother. Iconic songs and I had a lot of fun - and I think I've gotten better mentally at rhythm games after more experience gaming and playing music in general. I was able to power through and beat it on normal without too much.

Kena: Bridge of Spirits -

Has been on my list for a while. I have no clue how. LOL like it may have been one of those rare PS4 games that got a nice PS5 upgrade in 2021 or maybe there was a good review that I saw. I think the game felt... unfair near the end. I ended up turning the difficulty down near the end and finalizing some of the later levels on my iPhone through remote play. Like I changed it to the story mode difficulty and just played through - not a great sign. It had amazing animation and just absolutely killer graphics, but maybe it was too much like God of War or Horizon Zero Dawn? I didn't come away like I gotta recommend this one to everyone, and looking back I liked that the game was short so I thought let's power through, which was a theme this year. I think I turned the difficulty down when I played on my phone just to give myself a better chance of pounding through the levels. Very beautiful though

Pikmin 4 -

dawg - my first Pikmin game. Absolutely fire, I enjoyed trying something new and I didn't find it frustrating or limiting at all, and I think I would play more of the post-game with the new planets and fill everything out in the future.

The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom -

Iconic and honestly this is the type of game that is on a different plane. Worth the 80-100 hours I put in to my first playthrough - an experience for the type of person that plays video games in the action adventure category, but it's good enough that it transcends genre and expectations. The game was as big as my imagination and I had some iconic moments in the game, like sequence skipping and also enjoying and exploring areas slowly and intentionally. It's worth playing again now that I think about it - just to do the depths again now with the experience of doing it the first time.

Pokemon X -

Set in a Pokemonized France and I played most of this game during breaks in my awesome French vacation this summer. Playing this game has connected me to my childhood, so I had a great time in my 30 hours. This would be worth multiple playthroughs - this was really the first game that I missed in the Pokemon series.

Playing this has been part of my recent 3DS exploration, where I am now trying to play the games I missed during high school and college times, because I was so busy to really play any games, especially not Pokemon. Finishing this game and seeing some of the subtle new changes they did after the Gen V era didn't fully register as these games were refined over decades, but I'm starting to make the connection between the recent games and the games from my childhood.

Pizza Tower -

this game was pure adrenaline. Holy crap. The polygon review got me onto this and I love 2D platformers, but the very unique and original presentation is what got me stuck to it. It was tough at times and also that fun type of creepy with the badly drawn kinda weird characters. I had fun, and I felt that was the game with

Sackboy: A Big Adventure -

Awesome game to finish with the fiance. It was a bit generic, not grounded on a specific character or point of view or set of values besides friendship and light vs. dark. but the multiplayer gameplay was what I was there for, and it delivered. It was a very fun experience playing the game with my partner and I always appreciate games that bring everyone in, not just a specific persona designed by capitalist-fueled marketing machines.

Call of Duty: Black Ops Cold War -

Speaking of capitalist-fueled... I can't remember that many memorable moments but that is the point. the graphics looked amazing and I was happy to play game that didn't take a million hours to roll credits at. Another one that probably was padding for the list. LOL.

Tinykin -

this was another short one, and another one like Gears on Xbox. It was the first Pikim-type game I've played. Very original and once it got going it was fun to go through it. every now and then confusing but it was easy to knock out. I enjoyed the platforming and found it forgiving but not so easy it was boring. It felt tight.

Gears 5: Hivebusters -

Never found the Gears games rewarding enough to finish. Sometimes they felt too convoluted and I didn't feel comfortable. The reason we finished this one - it was short. LOL. it was enough though - felt like a proper experience and I actually enjoyed it. It's just not smooth enough for me to want to play another 60 hours, maybe one ady.

Stray -

a bit buggy, a bit sparse, but I was happy because it was short and sweet. Very creative and had great characters - but I couldn't tell you what their names were. I think it brought a unique experience with the cat features to very well trodden ground and the 3D platforming/exploration gameplay was refined but not as rock solid as the Nintendo types.

Hi-Fi Rush -

playing this game in January 2023 was a cool experience shared with my fiance and the game was incredibly unique and so so so cool. It was pure ecstasy when my girl beat the final boss after losing like 60 times. Hours of pain. When she finally beat it, it felt historic. What an icon!

Pokemon Violet -

yeah performance was ass but playing the new games, they are the best Pokemon games ever by definition. They always raise the bar and it's hard to appreciate until years later.

Metroid Prime Remastered -

I finally beat it like 10-13 years later, this was so action packed and familiar, guides really helped in moments.

Super Mario 3D World + Bowser's Fury -

Short extra mode was a good time - so it was cool to start with a mario game this year. I remember it being not incredibly difficult but have forgotten some details since January it seems.

#2023 games #goty 2023 #game of the year

[ussgallifrey]

(She Moves With) Shameless Wonder | 20

✦ Summary: Your badge clearly said SHIELD consultant, so you weren’t entirely sure where Fury was getting this whole make you an Avenger idea from. But you had a feeling it might have something to do with the recent discovery of an artifact at the bottom of the Arctic Sea.

✦ Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

✦ Warnings: Canon divergence, dialogue taken directly from Avengers: Age of Ultron, language, minor injuries, minor violence, Steve Rogers definitely not being jealous.

✦ Word Count: 5.5k

✦ Playlist: Here

✦ Author’s Note: Tony is taking a much-bigger backseat role here after the events of Iron Man 3 where he destroys all of his suits. Also, Wanda and Pietro's story will be quite different from the original source material, so just keep that in mind. I will fix this movie if it kills me.

[Master List]

You land in Manhattan just after two in the morning. Graciously moving to help Steve unload the team’s bags as Natasha wakes a groggy-eyed Sam from his seat.

From the windshield of the jet, you can see that the city is swathed in bright neon colors and the tower itself is beaming like a guiding star at sea. Taking it all in for a moment as you step off from the ramp of the quinjet, the place you had known as home for several decades of your existence. 

The usual energy of the city is dampened by the hour, though only slightly less noise-ridden than usual. And while you can not see the stars from here - much like it had been in Warsaw - the city itself brings with it a familiar encompassing presence that makes your heart ease all at once.

Hefting the two duffle bags further onto your shoulder, you find Steve waiting for you just off to the side - watching you with a small smile on his lips.

Following after your companions into the hangar where he directs you to a series of lockers to deposit the equipment in front of.

The elevator ride down to the main living space is relatively silent outside of the soft hum of mechanical workings and hydraulics. That changes the second the doors open and you’re greeted with the sound of blaring music.

Sam grumbles his annoyance while Steve physically winces. The culprit is happily ignorant to everyone else’s aggravation as he pours himself an amber-colored drink into a glass at the curved kitchen island - Zeppelin resonating off the walls and windows.

“Jarvis,” Natasha warns softly as you all disembark.

The music instantly lowers in volume - the screech of guitars brought to an almost full halt.

“You know,” Tony laments, swirling his drink for a moment, “As much as I love loaning out expensive jets for your personal use - ”

Steve shakes his head, pushing his jacket down his arms and depositing it over a barstool, “Thank you, Tony.”

The man, for his credit, merely hums as he takes a gulp of his whiskey - the burn making his throat bob slightly as he pulls away with a harsh shake of his breath.

“Anyway, brought Double-O with you, so I guess I can’t complain too hard tonight.”

You lean against the dark counter of the island, dropping your bag onto the floor as you offer a polite nod, “Nice to see you too, Anthony.”

After tossing his glass into the sink, the billionaire twists back around, eyeing the group of you.

“Waiting on the Hawk. Fabio just stormed in before you showed up. Guessing you - ” he directs that at you specifically, “ - are probably looking for an all-inclusive room for the night? Yeah, the story of my life over here. You know when Fury signed my name on for this whole thing, I didn’t realize I’d become the personal landlord for the world’s most televised heroes.”

From the corner of your eye, you watch Steve rub a hand over his mouth - clearly hiding a smirk. Natasha’s busied herself with the contents of the fridge and Sam is tiredly scrolling through his phone, trying desperately to keep his eyes open.

Crossing your arms over your chest, “I’m here on loan from the man himself actually.”

Tony gives you a once over, biting the corner of his lips, before saying a quick, “Good. Last thing I need is another freeloader.”

He turns away, the pinging of a phone grabbing his attention as Steve offers you a playful shrug.

“Got a few more things to clear up, then we'll get a plan going,” he murmurs over the insistent typing.

Acknowledging that you were being given the chance to settle in before any progress could be made on the mission, you move to sit down on one of the barstools. You contemplate asking Natasha about the edible contents of the fridge when the air seems to shift. A shudder rushes down your spine and the hair on the back of your neck seems to stand on end as a booming voice from across the room gleefully calls out -

“There she is!”

In no less than eight quaking steps, the God of Thunder picks you up off the ground and turns you around into the tightest of hugs. With your face pushed into the other man’s chest, your eyes flick over to Steve - clearly screaming what the hell is happening - and even he seems fairly surprised as Thor tightens his hold with three tight squeezes around your midsection.

You think you hear the shutter of a camera somewhere behind you before you’re deposited back on solid ground, a struggling breath leaving your lungs.

“The Lady Athena,” the Asgardian beams, patting down your shoulders with his large warm hands. “It has been too long.”

He smells of mead and tanned leather. Even from a distance, you can make out his infamously distinguishable musky scent.

“Six months,” you bat his hands away - more surprised than annoyed by the gesture. “And between the two of us, that’s hardly a drop in the ocean, is it?”

Tony chuckles as another voice shushes him just after. You spin around only to find Steve and him sharing a heated gaze with Natasha smirking just behind them.

“Are you staying long? You must tell me of your adventures before we depart,” Thor grins and you’re left wondering what change occurred since your last meeting to have this level of friendliness transpire between the two of you tonight.

With a huff of laughter under your breath, you lean back against the counter, “And you, Earthbound God. How is your good lady Jane?”

His lip twitches downward for just a hair of a second before he forces it back into a beaming white smile. 

Mentally storing that away for later consideration, you allow your own eyes to sweep over the other God. He’s dressed in a very similar way to yourself - mortal clothing in lieu of his more familiar armor and bracers. A flowing tunic-like shirt and pants with rolled cuffs. He is noticeably barefoot as well.

“Not much to tell,” you grin, plucking up an apple from the fruit basket next to Sam. “Spent the last few months running around Scandinavia and the Baltics.”

“Now, that territory I am familiar with,” he beams, leaning back on the edge of the cream-colored couch and crossing his ankles.

Sam suddenly whispers a cursed, “Fuck me,” as he glances down at the bright digital clock on the counter. Giving a yawn and stretch as he tosses a silent wave your way, “I'm turning in, might get a few hours. Bring coffee if you plan on pulling me into a meeting.” 

Steve nods in acknowledgment as Sam shuffles down a side hallway and out of sight.

"Well," Tony breathes out, pushing off from the other side of the kitchen island, "I got some shit to do, so don't wreck the place - the renovations cost a fortune."

He smiles tightly as he passes you before heading towards the elevator while frantically typing out another series of texts.

You turn to look at the rest of your companions. Natasha seems to be making a protein shake of some kind, Thor has made a spot for himself on the armrest of one of the cream-colored couches, and Steve is plucking at some papers on the island counter. 

It’s the blonde Asgardian who gestures to the opposite couch with his soft blue eyes. With a shrug of your own, you move to join him - kicking your feet up under your legs after shucking your jacket off. He smirks, plopping down onto the cushion across from you. 

What a strange pair the two of you made now - so different from the battle-wary adversaries of yesteryear. If only your fathers could see you today.

“It’s very pretty, Norway.”

He nods, “Aye, that it is. I visited several times in my youth though it’s been some time since I last ventured there.”

You smile, enjoying the fact that you could converse with a fellow God for once.

“I had some downtime in between places. I went to Vøringfossen and Hardangerjøkulen. Oh! When I was in Olden I was able to visit Briksdalsbreen, that was a good day.”

The Asgardian’s eyes squint slightly, a softer smile on his face, “Were you able to see the Seven Sisters?”

“No, actually! Fury pulled me down to Haugesund before I had the chance.”

He leans forward, thick forearms on his knees, “It’s breathtaking in terms of Midgardian beauty. We should travel there after this business with the scepter is over.”

The rattling sound of a blender starting up in the kitchen has you both looking over with startled eyes to your silent companions. Natasha is humming to herself as she mixes her drink. Steve has a strange smile on his face as he leans against the counter and asks, in a slightly too loud voice,

“So. Thor. How’s Jane?”

Steve watches you disappear with Tony just after the hour strikes five. Normally, he would be deep in a morning routine by now - a run, a trip to the gym, a shower, and a shave. But not today; not when his day hadn’t technically ended from the day before.

The billionaire had promised to show you around the labs. A private tour of his Iron Legion and their personally calibrated AI separate from the JARVIS network. He was also pretty certain that you would be shown to a guest room, even if you refused the offer initially.

“So…” Nat slides onto the seat next to his, brow cocked with that all-knowing kind of presence.

With a sigh, he flips his phone face down on the counter and looks back at her.

“You done baring your teeth yet?”

He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face and through his hair, “I wasn’t - ”

“Jealousy has a strange look on you, Rogers.”

“I’m not - ”

She tuts in a way that almost sounds like a laugh, plucking her finger against his elbow.

“You were basically going full alpha male on the only other guy giving her attention. Hackles raised and all,” the redhead smirks before softening her features a bit more, “This isn’t really her realm, you know?”

His following silence and apparently dumbfounded expression has the agent sighing. Turning on the barstool to fully face him, green eyes sympathetic as she attempts to explain.

“How often do you think she has guys coming on to her? And with your slow and careful approach, gramps,” the tilt of her head makes him snap his mouth closed on the retort he wanted to give her. “Either she’s fully desensitized to it at this point or she’s completely oblivious to your… noble intentions.”

Steve blinks with a slow-dawning realization.

Her hand carefully finds purchase on his forearm, “I’m not saying don’t go for it. Just… you’re going to have to be blunt about it, probably.”

That makes him gulp.

This whole time since the Triskelion, hell - maybe even since the Battle of New York or the first day he met you at SHIELD headquarters - this had been slowly brewing inside of him. Building in intensity until he was here, trying to force down his feelings for a girl like he was a scrawny sixteen-year-old trying to ask Leanna Moore to the school dance. But this feeling far surpassed anything he had ever felt for the girl in his junior year art class.

Hell, he could barely put a name to what he felt without making his heart speed up.

You were just so…

God.

Steve had spent the better part of a year thinking about you in a way he had never really allowed himself to do before.

You were there when he woke up in the hospital. You had followed him on every aspect of that mission. Had taken him to your home world and comforted him when he was beyond lost in his own turmoil. The sparring match when you had landed on top of him and held him down with the strength of a true goddess.

You had kissed him, on the cheek, just before you disappeared from his life for another four months. He might have been able to kiss you just hours ago, on your apartment’s balcony if you hadn’t been interrupted.

So, maybe seeing you and Thor getting on - just as well as the two of you had in the tea house earlier that evening - might have caused the sudden urge to control the situation to spike in his bones. But it wasn’t jealousy.

Steve wasn’t jealous. 

Because… you weren’t his and he wasn’t yours, no matter what his heart was saying. And just because he would like to see things progress in that department eventually. Well… the fact of the matter is, he’s not jealous because he can’t be jealous of something that isn’t his. Right?

He finally meets Nat’s gaze once again.

“How blunt are we talking exactly…?”

She gives a quiet chuckle, tapping his arm before pulling away and standing up, “Oh, Captain. You have a lot to learn.”

Leaving it at that, she waltzes out of the room without another word. Abandoning him to mull it all over on his own once again.

There was a plan. A well-executed and organized plan. A three-hours worth of coffee, holographic visuals, and several argumentative conversations plan. 

Baron Strucker’s inexperienced and panicked guards threw said plan right out the window the minute they caught sight of Clint and Natasha in one of their stolen armored vehicles. 

It would have been easy enough, sneaking into the hidden fortress in the middle of the Sokovian forest. You wouldn’t even need to use Banner or Tony’s new and improved Iron Legion. But four hired hands set out the alarm before anyone could disarm them and suddenly it was a firefight from hell.

The winter landscape became the backdrop of technological horrors as the team hurried through the backup’s backup plan. The seven of you charge into the fray with a renewed focus. If you could get a hold of Strucker, if you could get the scepter out of their hands, maybe the sins of the past could begin to heal.

As Thor leaps onto a guard lookout and Steve swerves through the dirt and snow on his bike, you jab your shield into a guard’s face. Looking out over the clearing towards the imposing fortress up ahead. It felt good to be out in the field like this again, with a team around you.

“What are we dealing with over there?”

The low monotone of the Legion responds, “The central building is protected by an energy shield. The technology is advanced in comparison to past HYDRA bases. To enter the structure, you will need to disengage the power source.”

You spot three of the bots flying in formation overhead. 

They were little more than support defense for you. Tony had laid out the entirety of their function when you arrived at the Tower two days ago. They were fully programmed with the essential AI protocol and would do nothing to willingly harm a human - even an enemy soldier. But there were workarounds, if you knew what you were doing, of course.

“Sam, what have we got?”

It takes a moment before he responds, his voice on the comms gravelly over the sound of the wind, “He’s right. Need to dislodge the power cell and we can get in. Nothing I have can break through it.”

You nod in understanding, jabbing a soldier in the chin as you leap over his companion’s unconscious body, “We need a stronger weapon then.”

“Loki’s scepter must be here,” Thor’s voice chimes in. “Strucker couldn’t mount this defense without it. At long last.”

Whirling around, you throw your shield into the stomach of a surprised guard before twisting back to thrust your sword through his partner.

Over the sound of gunfire and distant explosions, Nat adds, “At long last is lasting a little too long.”

Charging over the dips and valleys of the forest floor, you leap onto the nearly abandoned bunker defense - pulling a soldier out of the enclosure by the back of their vest and flinging them into the distance where you can hear Hulk roar with delighted rage.

Clint snorts, “Yeah, I think we lost the element of surprise.”

Switching over to your spear as it materializes into your hand, you throw it toward an approaching line of soldiers. Three fall down in a row like a set of dominos as it embeds itself into their torsos. Steve flies over a hill, knocking the rest back with his own shield just as your dory wretches itself out of their bodies and soars through the air into your awaiting grasp.

The shrill surge of thrusters pulls your attention to the sky as a new formation of Legion bots flies through the air - heading toward the capital city. Your eyes follow the line of blue artillery fire back to the outer walls of the fortress. Strucker was firing on the city to distract you - willingly harming the civilian populace to keep you out.

“We need to hurry, they’re getting desperate,” you call into your comm piece. 

“You can not enter the central building until the power source is eliminated,” The main battle AI reminds you.

“Sam, do you have visual on - ” Steve’s voice clips through the chatter and gunfire, but you’re already focused on your own task.

Running across the field, swerving between targeted fire and snow-covered trees, you hunker down behind an overturned tank - peering out at the fortress on the hill.

To get into the main energy source would require an outside attack, one that could get down to the power cell. And if even Sam’s weaponry couldn’t penetrate their forces, maybe you needed something of a similar design.

A plan hurriedly forms in your mind as you stand and begin moving across the forest once again.

“Odinson, what’s your location?”

Bypassing another battalion, leaping out of the way just as Hulk charges through them - laying them to waste like little ragdolls.

“Thor, location!” you bellow, twisting your body as you bring up the shield to cover yourself from another scepter-powered attack.

“I got eyes on him - 1300 yards north of your location,” Sam informs you as you spot the blur of his wings overhead, dodging artillery fire from the fortress’ guns.

Eyeing the incoming tanks you decide it would be easily doable, if not a little tedious, but you needed to get to him.

The rumble of a distant engine grows louder and closer as an ear-throbbing explosion just beyond your line of sight ripples into the air. A tank flips over in a fiery crash as Steve, on his bike, lands with a wet screech of tires as he drives towards you - an arm held out in your direction.

You grasp his forearm with your hand as he flies past and you find yourself being pulled onto the back of his bike with ease. Your arms quickly circle his waist as he calls out - “What do you need?”

“Up there!” you all but scream into his ear as he flies over the forest floor - bouncing and jostling you both. He seems to understand your plan immediately, burning out in the dirt as he redirects you to Thor’s location.

Bringing up your own shield to block an attack as he swerves in the opposite direction, he makes his way through the muddied snow until you both spot the flutter of a red cape in the distance.

The engine revs as he slows down, turning the bike abruptly as you stop in front of the Asgardian whose finishing up another round with his own squadron of soldiers. Steve gives you a quick nod of regard before he disappears back into the forest.

Grabbing hold of Thor’s bracer, “Ease up, Odinson. We have a meeting with a mortar canon.”

His blonde brow quirks slightly in question but the god merely wraps his arm around your waist and twists his hammer around until you’re both flying above the treetops and into the chilled air.

“The drawbridge is down,” you call out, staring at the massive smoldering hole in the side of the stone building.

Thor nods his approval before slamming his hammer down onto the concrete supports as a line of defense tries to rush you both.

“That’s one way to do it,” you shrug as you sheath your sword - unwilling to give him the satisfaction of a compliment.

As the Asgardian circles the corner artillery gun, you take in a quick inventory of the Legion bots nearby, taking fire from the opposite side of the structure. Sam and Redwing dive through the air - heading towards the east gate. With the power cell shut down for good, the rest of the team could make their way inside. You just needed to close in on Strucker before he could escape. 

Onto the second part of the plan then.

“Nat’s hit!” Barton’s voice suddenly rushes across the comm links.

Picking up the pace, you slide through the gaping hole you had created in the side of the fortress, landing in the blackened remains of a laboratory. Now you were in a time crunch, as you kick down the barely-attached door.

“Ultron, I need visual assistance here!”

The smooth rush of air behind you signals the landing of a Legion bot, the mechanical stomping of its feet following you through the empty corridor.

“Hey, we’re gonna need an evac over here!” the archer’s voice chirps in your ear again, slightly more frantic.

But you follow the directions the bot gives you, gliding down a set of concrete stairs, eyes sweeping from door to door. You wouldn’t let him escape - you wouldn’t let that scepter get traded off into another set of hands.

“I will get Widow to the jet,” Thor’s voice comes in. “You and Athena secure the scepter.”

“Copy that,” Steve responds.

Two more flights of stairs before the bot signals you towards a side hall. You hear the panicked voices before you see the guards themselves. Stepping back, you eye the visual scanner from the bot - maybe fourteen people on the other side of the wall. That was entirely doable.

“Clearing the way for you now, Cap,” you say quietly into the comm before you charge into the room with your sword raised.

In the aftermath, with one of the bots securing the scepter from the horror-filled underground lab, Strucker in custody, and the rest of the team finishing off the exterior guards, you stand stock-still in the empty room just down from the main command center. 

You haven’t been able to move for the past five minutes now.

Despite people calling your name with a more frantic urgency.

Natasha needs to be properly stabilized and Thor is keeping track of Hulk but someone needs to bring him back, and Tony has commed into the central group link and he’s already preparing the lab for the arrival of the scepter and what took you so damn long and -

“Hey.”

Your eyes finally flick away from the scene in front of you to the carefully moving Steve as he enters the room from behind you. Pulling his helmet off and keeping a small distance between you as he seems to observe you with a silent sort of worry in his ice-blue eyes. Sam’s just a step behind.

“You went silent on the comms,” he states. Not chastising, just a quiet opening for a hopeful explanation.

With a soft hum in reply, your eyes move back toward the cells in front of you. Steve follows your gaze at last as you feel him settle into the space beside you.

The three of you stare at the gaping hole in the center of the two adjoining cells - the wall crumbled to stone pieces from the outside force of a high-powered artillery shell. But it’s the bent and strangled rods of the cell itself that hold your own attention. The seemingly hand-built barrier between the cell and the hole in the wall, the singed black circle on the floor.

Taking a few steps closer, you push aside the loose-hanging cell door. It clangs against the remaining bars.

On the grey concrete floor of the second cell, you take in the repeated pattern that’s been carved in the ground, like a groove. Skid marks from a pair of raised shoeprints.

It’s only with a slightly closer inspection of the room that you realize the stones from the explosion in the wall are on the outside of the building. Meaning, the initial firepower came from… inside?

“Steve…” you say, voice quiet as the few pieces of the puzzle that you have in your mind try to click into place.

The warm weight of his hand on your shoulder steadies you enough in the moment as you force yourself to breathe. Get Banner back to himself, stabilize Nat for transport. They'll secure the base, Legion Bots maintain order. Return to the Tower.

Turning to look at him, you nod.

“I’ve got Banner.”

His eyes flicker across your face, searching for something there that he just can’t seem to find before he finally relents. 

“Ultron, get pictures of this to Hill - ” he calls over his shoulder to one of the bots in the hall before he returns his attention back to you, “I’ll meet you back on the jet.”

You have to forcefully shove Clint out of the way when you’re all finally in the air. Your outer armor has been shucked onto an adjacent bench - your helm was given over to Bruce along with a pair of headphones and a blanket.

Steve and Sam watch you with silent expressions from across the table.

“Fellas,” Natasha forces a smile. “Someone should be flying this thing.”

“I am in full control of the aircraft, Ms. Romanoff,” JARVIS immediately confirms.

The redhead shrugs her features as if to say fair enough, before she lulls her head to the side, glancing up at you with a slight watery glaze over her usually vibrant eyes, “What’s the prognosis, doc?”

You give her a smirk, folding up another roll of bandages into her gaping wound - “Everyone here seems to forget that I’m a certified medic.” Meeting Steve’s eyes for a moment before you continue, “Not gonna lie, they got you pretty good, but we’ve avoided anything internal. Got a nasty third-degree burn as a souvenir though.”

Eyeing the morphine drip, you nod, “Stark already has someone on hand to take care of that, by the way. For now - ”

She laughs, though she seems to wince when her abs tighten up, “For now, I get the good stuff and have to wait it out.”

Clint hovers next to her head and you step out of the way, reassembling the medical kit. His hand clutches her shoulder and you steer your attention over to Sam who jerks his head away from the makeshift exam table.

Steve and Thor are near the back of the jet now, staring at the glowing blue scepter in its case.

“So, you finally got it back,” Sam peers over at the Asgardian, arms folded over his chest - sans wing pack. “Now what?”

Thor gives a low-reaching smile, “This brings our raiding parties to a close.”

“As soon as we find out what else this has been used for,” Steve starts, “Based on what we saw in that lab, I don’t think Strucker was only using this for weapons.”

“Tony said he wants to give it a look before you take it back, actually,” you chime in. “Said something about a farewell party?”

Thor, nods. His hands are on his hips as he looks down at the scepter one last time, “I intend to return to Asgard as soon as possible, but a victory should be honored with revels.”

Sam chuckles as the case is finally shut on the weapon and you all make your way toward the front of the jet, “Sounds like a different kind of party.”

That makes the two of you laugh, “You’ve never been to a true party then. What about you, Rogers?”

Steve lowers himself into the pilot's seat, looking rather serious for a moment as he contemplates the situation, “Hopefully this puts an end to the Chitauri and HYDRA. But then, yes, revels.”

Offering him a smile of your own, you watch as Sam moves back to talk to Bruce and Thor stands just behind you, staring out the windshield at the passing golden clouds.

When you touch down at the tower, Dr. Cho and Maria are already there awaiting your arrival. Natasha is carted off to Banner’s lab where Helen has temporarily set up shop - with Clint not far behind.

As the rest of the guys gather up their various bags and weapons, you hover over towards Bruce.

“I know you and Natasha have a whole system in place for this.”

He shakes his head, handing over your helm. Smirking when he sees it almost immediately dissipate in a burst of fine gold dust as it returns to the sacred halls of your weaponry.

“Yeah, but this worked out okay. I wasn’t exactly expecting a code green though.”

You bump his shoulder as the two of you disembark, “Well, you certainly kept her from coming back here worse for wares. I’d say that’s a good thing.”

The scientist seems to shudder as you step into the small hangar, “Sometimes… what I want to hear isn’t what I want to hear.”

“Ah,” you duck your head down for a moment. “My apologies. You good to go on from here or do you want me to further pester you with my company?”

That at least makes him chuckle under his breath before he backs up to the elevator, “Think I’m gonna go… you know… decompress on my own.”

You offer him a tight but genuine smile, “Of course.”

When the elevator doors slide closed, you turn back to the sound of Hill and Steve conversing. Your interest piqued, you walk over to join them as she scrolls through the tablet in her arms. Steve’s eyes rise from the screen to meet yours as he beckons you over beside him with the tilting of his chin.

“We just received the file transfer from the Legion,” Hill explains, turning the tablet around for you to see. Several images and folders of files fly past each other on the screen.

Crossing your arms over your chest, “So, no word on the weapons or what was being locked up in those cells yet?”

“It’ll take us a few hours to sort through everything, but we should have an answer for you soon enough.”

The supersoldier tilts his head in thought, “And Strucker?”

She snaps the tablet to her chest, “Being transferred over to NATO custody as we speak.”

He nods mutely, “Good.”

Your eyes meet his once again and you give your own silent agreement. One last HYDRA manipulator off the gameboard and the scepter in the proper hands, it felt like a victory. A small victory, but a victory nonetheless.

Maria gives a quiet exit of her own, leaving the two of you there alone in the hangar.

Steve seems physically agitated in your presence, rocking back and forth on his heels as he begins to pull apart the smaller components of his uniform. You pull your gaze away, allowing your own armor to disappear back to Olympus - replaced by your more comfortable Earth-bound clothes.

You hear his snort of laughter and you turn to look at him, but he merely shakes his head.

“What?” you ask with an incredulous smile.

He shakes his head once more, pulling the collar of his top open, “Nothing, just…”

Ducking his gaze down, grinning, “The rest of us have to deal with all this - ” he gestures to his sweat-drenched and muddied uniform with a vague wave of his hand, “ - meanwhile, you just bah, instant change.”

You smirk, leaning against the lockers beside you, “Perks of being an immortal goddess, I suppose. Quick changes and all that.”

Steve smiles for a moment, but it slowly lessens down into a more neutral expression as he rubs at the back of his neck. You pick up on the change and pull away from the lockers.

“When you said you thought Strucker was using the scepter for more than just weapons, what exactly were you thinking?”

Letting out a deep breath, Steve looks down at you, “Honestly? All I could think about was Loki. He brainwashed and controlled Barton and, I don’t know. Someone like Strucker just strikes me as being a little too similar to another HYDRA commander I once knew.”

“Red Skull,” you supplement as soon as it dawns on you. 

He nods tiredly, smile weak.

“Well…” you rub your hands together, “Guess we’ll find out soon enough. But I bet Natasha’s trying to actively escape the lab right now. Should we go see for ourselves?”

That makes him crack a true grin, soft blue eyes meeting yours before he gestures to the elevator with his extended arm. The two of you head down to Bruce’s lab together just as the Legion arrives back at the tower for maintenance.

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[tricitymonsters]

Do you have any recommendations for punk bands or music? I need new music.

I was literally obsessed with Lordi while growing up because we won Eurovision with him and some folk metal bands right now like The Hu which i think you would like both of those.

What would Mori listen to?

i LOVE The Hu, I've also been into a lot of Otyken and some Heilung lately too cause that folk metal shit is SO good.

As far as punk, I listen to a lot of older stuff (and I would never tell you i have good taste) so I might not be the best with what punk is most relevant right now but here's some bands that are usually on my driving around playlist:

The Bouncing Souls - kinda skatepunk, lots of punk love songs, a lot of feelings of nostalgia and growing up punk. Hopeless Romantic might be their best album.

The Queers - sounds like they recorded their albums in a bathroom, fun and melodic, lots of stupid goofy songs, covers, and some sweet love songs (From Your Boy). See You Later Fuckface is usually a fave of mine.

I'm on a huge Guttermouth kick right now. Fast, fun to run around to. I'm Destroying the World and Pee in the Shower are two of my faves.

Dead Kennedys - Posterchild political punk band, lots of strong anti-cop sentiment, etc. They're heavily distorted, fast, and angry but use a lot of satire in their lyrics. A classic.

The Vandals - Lots of stupid, fun, and fast songs. Great for high energy, classic late 90s punk before it really hit the Pop Punk divergence.

Pennywise - Angry, fast, political. Fuck Authority is something I Scream Sing in the car a lot.

The Toy Dolls - The only britpunk on my list, they SOUND like they've never taken a bath. Fast and silly, Nellie the Elephant has been banned in bars all over the world for causing absolute chaos.

Bad Religion, Anti-Flag, Death, The Misfits, Black Flag, Reverend Horton Heat, MXPX, NOFX, American Steele, and The Descendents are also honorable mentions.

Honestly a real good intro to 90s and earlier punk is a lot of the Tony Hawk Pro Skater soundtracks and the Punk o Rama compilations. Its a good buffet of a lot of punk microgenres so you get a little bit of everything.

Mori particularly is kind of an older crust punk and doesn't discriminate super hard between punk genres. He likes everything from 80s alt (Depeche Mode and The Cure) to most metal genres. As far as punk, he's somewhere on the crust to skatepunk axis but as long as its fast and loud and hates fascist shit he's into it.

#thank you for asking #all my music is old sorry!! #mori

[souryogurt64]

The Troubadour cancelled swmrs’ LA Show. Yikes..I think they’re going to try and come back but ultimately not work out because of venues/labels etc. knowing they’re toxic (from a commercial/PR standpoint, not that they give a fuck about predatory behavior) and never being able to rebuild their ravenous young girl ultra stan fanbase

Yeah I’m not surprised. I haven’t been too upset about this because I figured they wouldn’t get far.

SWMRS like . What happened was so far beyond a normal cancelled band because they carefully curated their base to be obsessed with this performative feminism especially ideology about consent and also to engage in coordinated cyberbullying and harassment campaigns. Plus, the band was more like a cult— I don’t think I’ll ever experience or even be aware of something like that ever again, even among other bands.

As someone who was deep in the fanbase I can get how they failed to realize this. Joey was the un-PC sex pest and kind of openly mocked the activism stuff sometimes, whereas Cole was the faux-anarchist Berkeley student giving speeches, pointing fingers, and making zines. Meanwhile, Max was a literal frat boy doing all the shit with social media. However they’ve had years to figure this out lol.

Now that they’re trying to make a comeback all of that is coming together to stop them, whereas other bands like Borns, All Time Low, The Frights, and Brand New have been able to recover much more easily.

Also like they’re saying shit about the band being “their job” but like. They were always supported by their very wealthy parents and have not put out music or toured in like over three years. Despite this abundance of free time, their website was still incomplete with filler text when they went live. Clearly this is not your job and not how you are making a living, this is something you feel entitled to because of your upbringing.

I’ve been working on an essay for awhile like breaking down everything that was going wrong in the fanbase and how they were falling apart for awhile due to their entitlement and misunderstanding of what it means to be in a band.

Like for example about a year before they got canceled they did a merch drop everyone was super excited about and then no one was getting their merch. They completely dismissed any complaints about it and just held everyone’s money hostage and kept saying to be patient and everyone’s stuff was still coming for (what I remember as) months. Eventually they admitted they had taken way more orders than they had stock for and we weren’t getting our shit after all. Instead of just issuing refunds they made everyone wait more for someone to contact them to try and push years old merch that had never sold because no one wanted it instead. At full price, not even discounted prices. While this was going on they still had time to stream League of Legends or whatever and beg for more money on Twitch all the time.

I know that sounds inconsequential but there was so much shit going on all the time. And it still demonstrated such greed and carelessness and selfishness. It was always this kind of sinking ship which I think is part of what made people so desperate to be a part of it while it was happening because the highs were really fucking high in spite of it all. Like they played this X Games festival because they were into skateboarding and video games and Joey has family in Minnesota, ignoring that their base was like. Californian teen girls not into paying $100 to watch League streams. It was so fucking awful there, there were only like ten of us and it was like all drunk 30 year old Tony Hawk wannabes and their set was the shittiest I’d ever seen. Cole’s vocals sounded like shit, probably because the only thing he does competently is smoke pot.

IIRC this was just after a big merch drop that everyone was excited for like the last one, so some of us were there to have a chance at buying the new merch and they weren’t even selling anything at all because they were too busy gaming. Then Seb kept coming out over and over and really desperately begging us to sit by the stage and stay because no one was watching their set and they desperately needed people for the camera crews to film when they played another song again for some sports TV channel. He said like twenty minutes but we were there for like well over an hour and every time we got up to leave or go to other things at the festival he would come back and beg really aggressively.

By the time we actually got filmed and left the band didn’t come out to say thank you or say hi or sign anything, even though there were literally like only like seven of us left at that point. They kept us so long that the electric scooters a lot of us had taken to the show had stopped running and I walked like a mile and a half to my hotel in the dark crying. Everyone’s phone was dead and everyone’s parents were so worked up and everyone already had everyone else blocked on Twitter. It was terrible.

I know all that stuff seems really inconsequential but it was just this endless shitshow of selfishness and incompetence and cruelty, like they hired a fan who was homeless and wouldn’t pay her and at the Uncool in 2017 people were already protesting their friends’ opening bands who were later cancelled for abuse, it just hadn’t really caught on yet. And the last Uncool right before the accident was a complete fucking disaster. It was so bad. It was so so so bad.

It just got worse and worse as time went on and demonstrated they did not have what it took to be in a rock band even though they say “It’s their job” and they think they’re automatically entitled to a successful career and everyone buying tickets to their shows because they’ve never had to truly work for interest in their band due to Billie.

Anyway I was thinking about the 3rd anniversary of when it all went down for that essay but maybe I’ll do when they “tour.”

Finally The Bowery Electric is owned by Jesse Malin, who is a longtime friend of Billie’s. So I think that show will take a lot more to get canceled. Similarly Ultra Q are wheezing along and have made negative progress compared to where they were at 5 years ago because they don’t have what it takes either but they don’t fail because of their connections.

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on average, how many clones of chloe exist at one time? I'm guessing the first ever chloe is long dead and only their consciousness is centuries old. Of course, I'm also assuming this is a double cherry scenario where every clone is the 'master copy' - so the chloes all share one 'soul'. Though I can imagine being a mimic (but not a merch one, right?) they'd have to be really careful not to let a stray clone attract any angelic attention!

Chloe is made out of an infinite number of increasingly smaller Chloes. Chloe is a “fractal being”, something with infinite iterations that acts via the consensus of all sub-Chloes involved. Every clone of Chloe is just another splinter of the main mass of Chloe. This is why Chloe is referred to as “They”, though it’s also because they can’t usually decide on presenting masc or femme, either.

Anonymous asked: Merch mimics are always trying to get bought, right? Sooo... how would Slick feel if she were somehow bought by Tony Hawk? And then maybe even put into a little skatepark diorama that he just so happen to be working on as a hobby?

Slick would be nervous and honored.

Anonymous asked: This is totally a weird question, and if it creeps or weirds you out, please feel free to just ignore it, but are you comfortable and/or fine with nsfw art of any of your designs? If not, I totally understand.

I am indifferent. I’d be full-on offended and insulted if it’s out of character, though.

Anonymous asked: Would it be inaccurate for me to read that 'Hurgmmm' as a discrete, fully-enunciated word rather than a sound effect?

It would be accurate.

Anonymous asked: i hope jack (and all of your ocs) know that i love them, idk if that means much but i adore everytime they're on my screen

Thank you. I appreciate that more than you’d ever know. I’m extremely lucky to have cultivated just the right audience and style, where I can make OC posts and they don’t perform... too much worse than fan art, haha. I’m glad you love Jack, I love him too.

Anonymous asked: Yo you like kid Icarus? What's your favorite designed character from the game? Personally a fan of Pandora, it's hilarious to me.

Another anon asked: OH MY GOD, YOU PLAYED KID ICARUS UPRISING TOO!!! YOU ARE LITERALLY THE ONLY OTHER PERSON I KNOW WHO PLAYED THAT GAME!!!

There are dozens of us Kid Icarus fans, not to worry.

Dyntos and Pandora are both cool, but the Aurum are the best. Surprising, I know, the artist that loves the robot enemies in video games likes the soulless AI faction of a greek-inspired pantheon.

#Chloe #Jack #Slick #FAQ

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Stranger Things Incorrect Quotes Part Eight

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Eddie, talking about Steve: Is this a friend of yours, Marianna? Marianna: Kind of? Not really. He's in my life and there's nothing I can do about it.

Steve: Hello all, it is I, your favorite person. Marianna: Actually, Eddie is my favorite. Steve: Okay then, it is I, that bitch.

Eddie: *yawns* Marianna: Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring. Eddie: Then you must be exhausted. Steve: Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely.

Steve: We’re playing Scrabble. It’s a nightmare. Eddie: Scrabble? Scrabble’s great. Steve: Not when you’re playing with Marianna, it’s not. She puts words like “ephemeral” and I put “dog.”

Marianna: The first time I ever got upset in front of Steve, he put his arms around me. It was so awkward that I had to ask them if he were hugging me or reaching for something on the shelf behind me. Steve: I was doing both, for your information. Eddie: The first time Steve hugged me, it was such a disaster we didn’t make eye contact for, like, a week after.

Eddie: So Marianna sneezed earlier today and I accidentally said 'shut the fuck up' instead of 'bless you'. Steve: How do you accidentally say 'shut the fuck up'?

Marianna: So... This is my full potential? Eddie: Yes. Marianna: So, then it's... Eddie: All downhill from here. Marianna: Like Steve. Eddie: I do not know what this Steve is. But it sounds disappointing.

Steve: The clock is ticking! We don't have time for this asinine tomfoolery! Marianna: This unmitigated poppycock? Eddie: Extravagant hogwash! Steve: Okay, stop.

Eddie: What happened to Steve? Marianna: He died. Eddie: He what? Marianna: He died, but he's okay. Eddie: …Can you please clarify? Steve: Clarification is for the weak.

Eddie, looking through his clothes: Has anyone seen my top? Steve: Marianna's in the kitchen.

Eddie: A party is a celebration of a life, bringing people together to let the guest of honor know how much she is loved. Marianna has done so much for us. This is our chance to do something for her. Steve: By forcing her to have fun at a party that she doesn’t want to be at? Eddie: I knew you’d understand.

Marianna: Enough! How dare you mock me in such a manner!? Eddie: Well. How would you like me to mock you? I take requests.

Eddie: I wasn’t that drunk. Marianna: You colored my face with a highlighter because you said I was important. Eddie: BECAUSE YOU ARE!

Marianna: Stop failing. Eddie: Don’t tell me what to do! I'll fail right now! Eddie: *Succeeds* Eddie: Dang it!

Eddie: Seriously, Marianna, how many people would you have killed if we’d asked you to? Marianna: That’s not important Eddie: I DISAGREE.

Eddie: *sees someone doing something stupid* Eddie: What an idiot. Eddie: *realizes it's Marianna* Eddie: Wait, that's MY idiot!

Eddie, texting Marianna: Roses are red, Tony Hawk is a skater… Marianna′s phone, auto-replying: I’m driving right now–I’ll get back to you later. *Later* Marianna, texting back: Fuck you.

Marianna: How long do you think it'll take? Eddie: I don’t know, three or four. Marianna: Three or four what? Days? Weeks? Months? Eddie: Yeah, maybe five. Marianna: Five what?!

Marianna: Oh man I think I just ran out of pain Marianna: Paint* Marianna: I still have plenty of pain

Marianna: Going somewhere, Eddie Eddie: Just taking a stroll

Steve: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room. Eddie: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you. *Marianna walks in* Eddie: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

Steve: Marianna, I know you love Eddie. I mean, we all do, they’re a very nice person and I respect them immensely. Steve: But I think they might be a fucking idiot.

Steve: Well, has Eddie been wrong before? Marianna: How wide are we willing to open this up?

Marianna, slamming pots and pans together to the rhythm of "Give it to me, I'm worth it": I didn't get no sleep cause a' y'all! Y'all never gonna sleep cause a' me!

Young Marianna: Did you just call me a shrimp, you asshole?! I'm still growing, dammit!

Young Marianna: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

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