#Saving your father? Avenging the death of your father? Same deal

[disasterbijupiter]

*insert bullshit here about how Kill La Kill basically references G Gundam*

I am not joking, I just am too inebriated to make a thoughtful/proper post rn because my friend and I did a KLK drinking game...

But like HOLY SHIT dude that's the first time I started rewatching KLK since getting back into G and... omg 😂😂

Might delete later, or might post an actual Ted Talk argument tomorrow when I'm sober xD

[the-marshals-wife]

Betelgeuse and Astrid "Death" Parallel

I'm not sure what else to call this observation/rambling, but I've been thinking a lot about the events of Beetlejuice Beetlejuice, and on my most recent viewing, I noticed something super satisfying about this scene. You know, other than the obvious.

We all know Beej is not one to turn down a deal, least of all when it involves his own self-interest. And of course, it's very advantageous for him to rescue the daughter of the woman whose heart he's trying desperately to win. But there's another delicious layer to him being the one to personally dispose of Jeremy Fraizer...

Betelgeuse knows exactly what it's like to be manipulated by love, only to then have your life taken from you.

Delores manipulated him under the guise of love to steal his life (and his soul) to gain immortality, the same way that Jeremy pretended to care for Astrid so that he could ultimately take her life for his own.

It's think pretty accurate to assume that neither Delores nor Jeremy felt anything genuine for their victims. They were a means to an end. But where Betelgeuse had to defend himself on his own, unable to reverse what had been done, Astrid was not alone. While she was preoccupied with running from the afterlife authorities, reuniting with her father, and getting some much-needed family closure, there was someone else looking out for her.

Enter our anti-hero.

We don't get any direct insight into Beej's thoughts on the Jeremy situation, but it probably struck a nerve for him. He would never admit it, but how could it not? We already know he's privy to Rory's manipulation of Lydia and is eager to expose him, but this is not about a toxic, gold-digging relationship. This is literally life and death. It follows that he would be just as if not more upset to learn that a murderous wolf in sheep's clothing was trying to kill Lydia's daughter, especially given the nature of his own death.

(I mean c'mon, he used his one PG-13 ordained f-bomb on the guy. I think it's safe to say he felt pretty strongly about Jeremy's villainy.)

We all know how it plays out in the end, but I think it's rather poetic that Beej is able to avenge his 'would-be stepdaughter' and save her from a devious scheme very similar to the one that he fell prey to.

He couldn't get his own life back from Delores (though arguably he does, at least metaphorically, in the finale), but he was able to give Astrid back hers.

So there you have it. Now that I see the parallels, it's ten times more vindicating that Betelgeuse was the one that got to send that slimeball to hell. And let's be honest: Beej would probably agree.

[hollandsfavbabe]

Where Do We Go Now

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

synopsis: in which the death of y/n's father leaves her determined to bring him back and her boyfriend peter determined to save her

warnings: endgame aftermath, death, parental loss, isolation, suicide attempt (but magical?), it gets better - I promise

word count: 7.1k

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a/n: Hey guys. This is going to be a bit longer than my usual notes, but I feel like I should explain why I've been gone for so long and why this story is a lot sadder than my usual ones. My community has been riddled with tragedy recently as we've lost a lot of people to suicide this past year, some of which have been as young as middle school age. One of my friends died by suicide a couple months ago. I can't express to you guys how hard it's been trying to deal with the pain and the guilt his death has caused me and my loved ones. So many days have passed where I wish I could've been a better friend for him while he was here. It hurts more knowing that other people are hurting too. Writing this was the best way for me to cope for many reasons. I wanted to write about how I'm feeling and honor my friend in some way even if it's through a silly little fanfiction. I know I'm late, but I also wanted to honor one of my favorite characters, Tony Stark as he canonically died this past October. That being said, if you are struggling please, I implore you, talk to someone. There are so many people on this planet who would be so torn without you. My dms are always a safe space if you need anything at all <3

Also I'd like to thank Gracie Abrams for her music that I had on repeat the entire time I was writing this. I hope you like it!

“I am Iron Man.”

The words replayed in your head, over and over like a broken record with no one to turn it to a new tune. That’s exactly how you felt. So alone in your grief that even if miraculously every wish you'd ever made in the whole of your existence had been granted, it still wouldn’t be enough to make you happy again. To make you feel anything besides the constant regret and incessant grief that anchored you down as you wasted away in your bed.

It had been exactly a week since the passing of the great Tony Stark. Everyone else in the compound had mourned their coworker, riddled by a somewhat lesser version of your sadness for only a few days after his death. It’s not as if their grief had been washed away as if it never stained their cheeks with tears or weighed down their hearts with sorrow, but it eased much quicker than yours and before long they could continue their duties. Everything was so much harder for you because Tony hadn’t just been a coworker. He was your father.

You relieved every memory you had of him like bittersweet torture. You remembered when he held you as a little girl, wiping up a bloodied knee. When he discovered you had powers and helped you control them. Later on when he banned you from joining in on the Avenger’s Civil War and afterwards when he thanked you for sneaking in to help anyway. You could almost feel his comforting embrace as if it was only yesterday that he was assuring you before a failed battle against the mad Titan Thanos, the same one that left you dusted and missing your father’s last five years on Earth. And finally, of course, you remember his last moments all too well. It played out before you like the tragic ending of a stage play. 

“Let me do it,” you shouted over the sound of war cries and carnage that surrounded you on the packed battlefield. “I can take it!”

You were almost certain that your power, your immeasurable magic, could handle the debilitating strength of the Infinity Stones making you the most reasonable choice for snapping Thanos and his army out of existence, but your father refused to risk losing his eldest.

“No,” he breathed, the metal plate shielding his chest rising and falling from the heat of the action. There was only one way to succeed, only one way to put a stop to the destruction of the universe. It had to be him. “I won’t risk losing you, not while you’re still so young. You have so much life ahead of you.”

“Not without you!” you cried, a tear streaming from your eye.

There wasn’t much time for your conversation as the world was moments away from being wiped of its human history, but despite the odds your father pulled you into a tight hug, as if he knew it would be the last. You both did.

“You are the strongest person I’ve ever known and I’m so proud of what you’ve become already.” he smiled when you finally pulled apart.

“I need you dad,” you sobbed, still reluctant to let him leave you. With the threat of his death, suddenly Thanos’ defeat didn’t matter anymore. Not nearly as much as having your father by your side. “I’m not ready.”

Your dad looked down on you with the saddest of smiles, but if any part of him was upset about his decision, he made no other hint toward it. He just held you close for as long as possible and comforted you in the way that you could always count on him for. In the way, it hit you, that you could never count on him for again. But yet, in the face of death, he cradled you close and spoke in his signature fatherly tone: assertive yet on the edge of softness.

“No one’s ever ready -,” he answered truthfully. “- but I know you can handle it. You always do.”

You looked up at him as he finally pulled away and headed towards the purple giant, but not before turning to you for one final declaration.

“I love you, junior, to the edge and back again.”

And then he was gone. You never got the chance to say it back.

Yours was the last name he uttered before his heart stopped beating and the light on his suit went out. By then Pepper had already said her goodbyes and you both were huddled close to his body, weeping as the other Avengers knelt around you in honor of your father. Peter was hunched behind you, one hand on your shoulder while the other worked to wipe away his own tears. Oh Peter, you had your father to thank for him.

It was Tony who was credited with setting you up with your long term boyfriend, Peter Parker, even if it was a complete accident. You two had gotten acquainted on a fateful plane ride to Germany and eventually ended up together after many failed attempts at confessing your feelings. There was something about him that had you smitten with him from your first encounter, your liking only strengthened when you learned that your father approved. He’d been with you through thick and thin and even now, Peter was the only person who could even remotely share your pain besides Pepper. Tony was like his father too.

He’d taken care of you ever since the incident. Brought you food and water, helped you dress in your black attire for the funeral, laid with you in your bed each night to calm you whenever you awoke in a nightmarish terror. He showed his love for you prevailing over his grief in the most selfless of ways and yet all you had managed to do since you father’s funeral was stand to use the restroom every once in a while. It piled on more weight that your poor soul could already take. You were nothing, but a miserable burden now.

The door to your room opened with squealing hinges as Peter stepped in, returning from school where he had spent the morning reuniting with your shared friends and finding out when the official return date was. You were supposed to join him, but instead you hadn’t moved an inch since he left. It wasn’t as if you wanted to waste the entire day in your lonely sheets again. You yearned for everything to go back to how it was; when Peter was happy and you could share it with him. When your father used to smile upon the two teens he didn’t mean to bring together. When your father was alive.

“Hey,” he said, softly as if not to startle you from your endless torturous pondering. He set something down on your dresser, a small stack of papers he must have gathered from the school, and removed his fall coat before sauntering over to you. The bed creaked and shifted under his weight as he took a seat next to you. “Good news, we don’t have to go back until the next semester so we get a break until January. Ned was asking about you. He wants to know how you’re doing.”

You turned your head to look at him, your eyes red-rimmed from all of your crying and your lips cracked and dry.

“What did you tell him?” you croaked, your voice hoarse from under use. There was little to talk about and no one else to talk to whenever Peter wasn’t around. Pepper had visited you once, but with Morgan to look after, she couldn’t spare much time for her late husband’s grieving daughter. You’d seen Happy a couple times as well, but he needed his own time to recover and reflect on his past time with his best friend.

Peter was gentle as he tucked some of the hair strands snot cemented to your jaw behind your ear and cupped your cheek in his palm. He was cold from the autumn chill outside, but his hand ignited the same soothing heat that his touch always brought forth.

“I said you were recovering,” he answered truthfully. “And that it’s different for everyone. And no matter how long it takes, I’m here for you every step of the way.”

The ghost of a smile graced your lips and had it not felt like it stopped beating after losing your father, your heart may have fluttered in its cavity in your chest.

“Thanks Peter,” you curled closer to him in the most sincere of ways. “But I’m afraid it’s going to be a while before I can get up to see Ned again. Give him my best.”

“Take your time. I’m sure he understands.” Peter assured before pulling off his flannel and laying down beside you to wrap you in his arms, allowing you to tuck your face in his chest. As unhappy as you were, all the swirling emotions of suffering were always suppressed by the sound of Peter’s heart and the feel of his body around yours. You stayed like that for a while, holding each other before Peter broke the silence as it neared time for your midday meal.

“I think you should come with me today,” Peter suggested, rising to run his daily lunch retrieval before running a loving hand through your hair. You couldn’t understand how he hadn’t gotten sick of you yet. You hadn’t been able to wash in over a week. “It’s not good for you to stay here all day long. You need to start moving.”

His voice was full of worry, though he wasn’t overbearing. He wanted the best for you, it’s all he ever wanted really.

“I don’t know Peter, I don’t think I can.” you sighed as tears started to fill your eyes again. How could anyone stand to be around you when you were being so pathetic. You wished there was a way to erase your pain, anything to bring you to your normal self again.

“It's okay baby,” Peter hugged you into a tight embrace, kissing your tears as they fell in slow salty streams. “I know it hurts, I feel it too. But I read somewhere that the best thing to do is keep a consistent routine. Maybe you should start today. Come get lunch with me.”

You wanted to agree, but there was no part of you that could move from the weight of your grief. It pressed you down, gravity multiplied by the mass of your sadness as it consumed you. It felt as if only a miracle could save you now.

“I’m so sorry.” you stated with remorse, but Peter made no move to share his disappointment if he had any at all. Instead he leaned down from his seated position and placed his lips on your forehead, a gesture as if to say that all was alright.

“Please don’t cry, y/n. It’s okay.” he assured you before standing to leave and get you something that you figured you probably wouldn’t even eat very much of.

“I’ll be right back,” he promised, turning the handle of your door to leave before looking back at you sprawled on your bed. Suddenly, as if he had recalled the cure to the rainiest of days, he expression shifted to one of great excitement as he stopped back into your room.

“I almost forgot,” he began. “Doctor Strange was here earlier. He wanted me to tell you he’s offering some meditation sessions for you if you’re interested. He said they’d be good for your powers and that they might help you feel better if you want to think about it. He’s free at 8 tomorrow.”

You nearly perked up at the sound of the man’s name, picking up your head to cast a last longing glance at Peter as he waited for a parting word.

“Thanks,” you managed. “I’ll let you know.”

And off Peter went to get you both something to eat.

You weren’t sure if he knew how dangerous it was for you to be left with your thoughts, how the mention of the magic doctor sprouted a myriad of mystical ideas all aimed at the same goal that would erase your eternal lonesome aching. How to bring your father back. By the time Peter returned with his hands full of two homemade sandwiches and more sweets than the two of you could ever finish in one sitting, your mind had been made up and you were ready to set the plan in motion.

The following evening was your first time out of the confines of your rooms for days. Peter had helped you greatly with all the tasks you did not have the mental power to do all on your own. He had brushed your hair and made your bed and before you left in one of the less expensive cars held on Avenger’s campus, he sent you off adorned with one of his favorite sweatshirts, a peck on the forehead and enough I love you’s to last more than a lifetime.

You pulled the sleeve of Peter’s sweatshirt over your palm as you drove off, using the cloth to wipe away fresh tears that had fallen after you left your boyfriend’s loving gaze. You’d always been an overthinker, but your bad habits crept up on you worse in your unbreakable stage of sadness. Especially in your father’s favorite car.

You didn’t understand why he hadn’t left you already. Maybe he would. Peter had offered to join you at Strange’s, but after you insisted you had to go alone, he made plans to go help his Aunt May figure out their apartment situation as the pair had been inadvertently kicked out after being gone for so many years. You’d almost forgotten he used to split his nights between the compound and his own bedroom. Recently he’d only stay with you.

He promised to be back before dinner so that the two of you could keep up your progress, but an unsolicited voice within you convinced you that he wouldn’t want to return. You weren’t good enough for him anymore, not like you used to be. Your plan was better for the both of you and as you pulled up to the familiar building on Bleecker Street, all the pieces started to fall into place.

You stepped up to the door, raising your fist to knock only for the door to crack open by itself as if to invite you in. You waited for the familiar sternness of Doctor Strange’s voice to greet you once you were past the stone floored foyer, but only wisps of the autumn breeze caught your ear. 

“Strange?” you called, your voice still not stable enough to be louder than a whispery dialogue. You were met with no response. It was just like you had planned. The wizard wasn’t home.

You felt a strong tug towards the room of your desires, the forbidden library. It was as if fate was leading you or some other force from above, another sign that you were meant to do it.

Your steps were more sure than they had been in days as you made your way to the self, passing any magical fire walls with the sheer unfiltered strength of your powers. Strange once told you that they were guided by your emotion, the quintessential essence of every magic holder even to people like you and Wanda Maximoff who were outside of his world protecting wizard cult. It was easier than it should have been, like slicing paper with a katana, you broke each enchantment until all that was left was the cool leather cover of the book you were looking for. The book with every answer you needed inside its ancient yellowing pages, but you only needed the spell that would revive your father. Locating it near the middle of the book, your tore out the page and turned back to your car, leaving the Sanctum with the same unhurried pace you had entered it with. There was no stopping you now.

Peter was only an half an hour late for your agreed meet up time when he arrived at the campus. He expected you’d be in your room as per usual and as he made his way to your door, the excitement of getting to hold you and talk about your first day out of the campus since the funeral built up in his chest. He wasn’t sure if any accomplishment in the world could make him as proud as he was of you. With two brown paper bags of groceries in his hand, he couldn’t wait to shower you in the affection that you deserved with all of your favorite snacks, enough to share of course.

“Y/n,” he smiled, using his webbing to open your door handle only to find, much to his disappointment, that you were nowhere to be found.

He checked all over campus, leaving the bags by your bed. No one had seen you since you’d left and the spot where the car you’d taken was still empty, the normally pristine concrete covered in fallen crisp maroon leaves. It didn’t make any sense. Where could you possibly have gone?

“Y/n!” he called, circling the perimeter of the campus looking for you. There was still no sign of your reappearance. “Y/n- oh. Hi Ms. Maximoff.” Peter forced a strained smile as he nearly bumped into the woman.

“Peter, we’ve been over this,” Wanda answered, her voice calm. “You can call me Wanda.”

Like you, the witch hadn’t been doing the best in recent days as she had lost something just as valuable as a father: her partner. While she occasionally had days where the ground would’ve been lucky to feel the grace of her step, her superhero duties had kept her from spending each day hidden from society. She had a different way of coping, but like others, she seemed to start getting back into routine again.

“Right, sorry Wanda.” Peter apologized.

“What are you doing out here?” inquired the witch in her native Sokovian accent, always intuitive. “Is something wrong?”

“It’s y/n. I can’t find her anywhere and we agreed to meet back here nearly - an hour ago!” Peter pulled up his coat sleeve to check the time on his watch, the face of which bore a picture of him and your father from only a few months before the snap. It had been a birthday gift, one of his favorites in fact, though it couldn't top what you had given him the same year: a lego set and your first kiss.

“I didn’t know that she got out of bed. That’s a big step!” 

“Yes it is and we were going to celebrate tonight, but she hasn’t come back yet which is really not like her.” worried Peter.

“Where did she go?”

“Strange’s. He was going to give her a meditation lesson for her powers.”

Confused, Wanda's eyebrow furrowed and she crossed her arms over her chest. “Doesn’t she know how to use them already?”

“Yes, but he thought it would help her manage her grief. Working out is a pretty common method, but she hates going to the gym so he figured some meditation would be better for her and -“

“Wait, hold on. Did she go to him this morning?”

“Yes and she was supposed to be back around noon, but it’s nearly six and she’s still gone.” Peter explained.

“Peter!” Wanda chided. She couldn't believe he could make such a grave mistake.

“What?”

“Strange hasn’t been at the Sanctum all day!”

“What?! Where is he?”

“Do I look like a wizard to you?" the witch gestured to her casual leggings and cardigan pairing that drastically differed from Strange's usual eccentric costumes. "How should I know?”

As if summoned by the topic of conversation, a figure appeared in the distant grass, hovering over the blades until he was close enough to be able to walk. His cape that flowed in the breeze like a blood red stream with a mind of its own was a dead give away. Doctor Strange had indeed arrived in the flesh.

“Parker,” he greeted, though he did not smile. “Is Ms. Stark ready for our lesson?”

Peter’s eyes went wide as he realized his mistake.

“Oh no.” he muttered, shaking his head in defeat. He was met with confusion from the wizard.

“No?” Strange repeated. “We agreed upon 8 didn't we? I know I'm a little early, but I assumed she wouldn't be busy. Didn’t you let her know I was coming?”

“Yes,” Peter confirmed. “I told her to be ready and then I sent her off to your place at 8… am.”

“What?!” Strange exclaimed as he summoned a portal to appear leading directly to his found home on Bleecker Street. He stepped through the fiery ring, a silent invitation for the others to follow as he hurried passed your car, up the steps, and into the door which did not part of him the same way it had earlier. Inside he was met with the most frightful of discovers accompanied by the looming feeling of doom as the situation became clear.

The Sanctum, unguarded with his absence, lay littered with books that had fallen from their homes on his shelf’s yet one stood out from all the others. It laid on the floor open with its pages to the ground while every other book was shut. Levitating it with the simple flick of his wrist, a horrifying sight awaited Strange as he turned it over. One of the pages in the sacred book was missing.

“Do you know how serious this is?!” Strange exclaimed and although Peter at first took it as a barbed criticism aimed directly at him, he was able to distinguish Strange’s tone from when he was reprimanding. This was a separate kind of worry, the sort of tone that he had used heavily on the fated spaceship you three had been stuck in until you landed on Titan, Thanos’ home world, nearly five years ago. Treachery was afoot and if your powers were involved, the whole fabric of your current reality could change.

“Which one did she take?” Wanda pointed to the book, clearly noticing the giant tear in its center.

Strange’s voice answered, heavy with concern. “The revival spell.”

“You don’t think she knows, do you? She can’t possibly know how to conjure it.” asked Wanda, the same concern for their future written all over her face.

“That’s exactly what I think.” Strange confirmed.

“What?” Peter asked. “What are you guys talking about?”

“There are many types of magic, Parker, and the Sanctum, the building where you sent your girlfriend, is full of all of them, good and bad alike. Every spell comes with a price, the bigger the spell, the bigger the price and the spell she took comes with one of the biggest prices there is to pay.”

“Think about it, Peter,” Wanda paled. “What does y/n want most in the world right now?”

It hit Peter harder than fresh fallen hail. You were going to try to bring your father back.

“We have to find her. Now.”

Strange tried to use his sling ring to appear wherever you were, but in your grief, the extent of your powers had grown massively. Intentionally or not, you managed to prevent even the most powerful of wizards from using his Sling Ring to access your location.

“She's blocked me out.” Strange frowned. “We’re going to have to track her on foot.”

“She can’t be far,” Peter agreed. “She always takes the shortest path whenever she wants something.” It was one of the many things he loved about you: your ability to turn any taxing task into something much simpler. You were one of the cleverest people he knew. He just hoped it didn’t work in your favor this time.

It was Wanda who had the idea of tracking your magic. She led them to the nearest withering woodland area, where trees with bare branches and dying leaves sprawled endlessly. It was the perfect place to perform dark magic, away from the unyielding eyes of society. The trio didn’t hesitate to run in.

The further they got, the closer you felt especially to Peter despite the fact that he was the only one without his own source of magic. If he lost you tonight, he feared he’d never feel any sort of magic ever again.

They were only half an acre in when Wanda and Strange called out in anguish, the witch falling to her knees while Strange stayed standing, pounding the air with his fist as his trying to break through an invisible barrier though it was to no avail. Whatever was holding him back, it wasn’t fading anytime soon.

“Keep going, Parker!” he shouted, urging Peter forward. “You’re the only one who can stop her. The spell will only allow that which she loves.”

“How do I do it?” Peter shouted. “How do I stop the spell?”

“The page,” Wanda replied, quicker than Strange could as his reply was easy for her to access. “You have to tear it apart.”

Without wasting a second more, Peter sprung back towards where he could feel you, running without fatigue as his superhuman endurance supplied him with plenty of energy.

It was only a minute later that he caught his first sign of you. There was a break in the tree line out of which a bright amber glow poured like an incandescent warning. It was a dramatic contrast from the normal comforting emerald greens of your magic, but it was you nonetheless and Peter didn’t stop until he was so close he had to shade his eyes from the light.

If it weren’t for the dark nature of what you were doing, Peter would’ve considered it one of the most beautiful events he’d ever seen take place. He wasn’t sure if the circle of trees that surrounded you had been a natural formation or one you made for the sake of the spell, but he was sure the way they seemed to bend to your will, despite the hard wood of their birch trunks, had to be because of your power. In the center of it all was you and the page you had stolen atop a pile of purple and golden leaves. You stood before it, eyes closed as you whispered some sort of incantation. Your powers spread above you in orange flickering flames as you outstretched your arms and summoned what looked like the beginnings of a portal, though it was hard to peer through like a bride covered in a veil of night black.

Peter shouted your name, screaming for you to stop, but you didn’t so much as flinch as the portal grew. You couldn’t hear him over the force of your will. He could start to feel what Wanda and Strange were trapped behind. There was some sort of invisible wall that threatened to push him back from you, but he couldn’t be defeated. He had to stop you. Step by step, he got closer and closer to you, watching in horror as your body was lifted from the ground and floated in midair. A new energy started weeping through the fabric that covered your chest, soft and white like a sheer glittering fabric. It drifted towards the portal and as Peter neared you he could make out the outline of a face forming from it in the black center of it. It started to take shape, growing a neck and a body and becoming more concrete than a fragmented part of your energy. He became more unmistakable as the color grew back into his face. Tony Stark, in the flesh. Peter hurried towards the page.

You opened your eyes to gaze into the face of your father, tears flowing down your face partially from the exhaustion of bringing him back and from being able to see him again.

You tried to say something, tell him how much you had missed him, but you were left rendered without a voice. Your words came out as mouthed nonsense, though it seemed he had regained his voice.

“Y/n,” he uttered, though it seemed more like a warning than a greeting after being torn from you for so long.

You mouthed something you knew he’d understand. I love you too, dad.

Some other force called your name, but you ignored it. You couldn’t focus on anything else, but the father you had lost regaining life right in front of you. With every part that he gained, you felt a part of your fade. It wasn’t painful, more numbing than anything like the final dose to end all your sadness. You couldn’t help but relish in it. You were bringing back one of the greatest men to ever live.

You were so distracted, you missed the web that landed on the page below you and pulled it away.

“Y/n,” your dad said again, nearly having enough of one of his legs to step out of the portal when suddenly, the inky blackness swallowed him whole again and dissolved in the forest light, taking back the only thing you ever wanted.

“NO!” you cried as your voice returned to you and you fell back down to the dry grass and dead leaves, crumpled on the forest floor as all of the magic you had summoned faded away save for the glittering cloud that returned to your chest with such force it made you cough. You had failed.

“Y/n!” someone called and you shuddered away from their hand on your shoulder as loud sobs erupted from you. 

“Leave me!” you begged. “Just leave!” Peter refused to leave your side, tossing behind him the page he had shredded into tiny scraps of paper as he knelt beside you, careful not to touch you again. “Why did you have to do that? Why did you take him from me?”

“You were going to die! I couldn’t let you di-“

“I WANTED TO DIE!”

Peter froze as you whimpered, the truth spreading above the both of you in the cold air like storm clouds as you cried to him.

“I want him back. Everyone wants him back. No one cares about his depressed daughter and I don’t want to hurt anymore, Peter.” you paused to take a deep breath. “It- it hurts so much.” you could barely get the words out as you were choked by your sobs. “It hurts knowing I could’ve saved him. It hurts knowing it should’ve been me that snapped those stupid stones. And I don’t want to live with that anymore. I had to try to bring him back for the world. It needs him more than it needs me.”

You brought a hand to your face, wiping away some of your tears, though it was no use as more came pouring out.

“I need you.” uttered Peter, looking into your glossy eyes. The sight of your tears and the echo of your screams couldn’t deter him from you. You can’t be repelled from the ones that you love.

“But you miss him, don’t you,” you argued as hot tears coated your face. “You want him back too.”

Peter nodded in agreement.

“I think about him everyday. Our moments together. Like this one time he saved me from drowning in a lake. Or-“ Peter grinned. “- remember when he caught us making out that one time before we told him we were together. He was so mad.” Peter smiled to himself, looking fondly on the memory until he began again.

“I miss him so much and it makes me so sad that I'll never see him again. But I wouldn’t trade you for him. I wouldn't trade you for anyone. You’re worth more to me than anyone else in the universe.”

Your sobs slowed yet the tears did not cease as they still cascaded down your face.

“It hurts me so much.” you restated.

Peter opened his arms. “May I?” he asked. You nodded and before you knew it, you were engulfed by a warmth unlike any other as Peter hugged you tight enough to make sure you wouldn’t try to leave him again.

“I know you do,” he related. "And I wish I could take it away. I wish I could just bag all your pain and throw it all away. But it doesn't work like that. It's going to hurt. It's going to be painful, so much so that you won't move from bed for days and days. You haven't." 

"But I feel like everyone else has already moved on. Why can't I?" you shivered.

"No one else was as close to him as you. Everyone else lost a friend. You lost a father. There's a big difference. You can't expect yourself to move on from it. That's not healthy. It's just like I said, I'm here for you no matter how long it takes. You have to take your time with it, don’t rush the process." Peter pressed the lightest of kisses to one of your dampened cheeks.

"I just don't know what to do."

"Breathe."

As silly as it sounded in its simplicity you did as he instructed and inhaled deeply, allowing the air to coat your lungs that hadn’t been exposed to so much fresh air in a week. As you exhaled, you let out another sob in his arms, but somehow it felt better than all the others. You were not rid of your pain by any means and sadness still corroded your core, but for the first time in so long, you didn’t feel so hopeless. Peter placed another gentle kiss on your cheek, encouraging you as you took several more slow breaths and quiet cries until you found the strength to speak again.

“Was it like this for you when your parents died?” you wondered aloud as you pulled away from Peter to look into his chocolate brown eyes that you almost forgot you loved so much, yet not so far that he couldn't keep his arms around your frame that was still bearing his sweatshirt. You hadn’t spoken much about them before and while you weren’t sure where the question had arisen from, it felt like the right thing to ask.

“I was so young when they passed, sometimes I feel like they were never mine to begin with,” he admitted. “I took a couple days off school when it happened, but I don’t remember crying all that much. It’s tragic and sometimes it makes me sad that they’re gone, but I’m glad that it does. It’s a reminder that they were there for me in the first place, that I knew them enough to miss them. The grief is proof that I loved them while they were here.”

You were both silent for a moment as you thought about his words in relation to your situation. All your pain was put into perspective. Everything you had been through since he died, all the days you wasted away in bed, it was all the proof that you had loved him so much when he was alive and that you were still carrying the love you had left for him. You missed your father so much you were willing to die to get him back and for a moment, you almost did.

You parted from Peter’s arms to stand though you still grasped onto his hands as you weren’t strong enough to be upright on your own. You closed your eyes again and listened to the sound of the forest, the swaying of the leaves that still clung to their branches, the faint twittering of birds, and the calm of the sky that was oddly cloudless for autumn. The sound of your name falling from your father’s reformed lips was still faint in the air and for a moment you felt as though you were with him again.

You remembered when he taught you how to ride a bike one evening when you were only four. You remembered the day he pulled you from public school and started teaching you at home. You remembered the look of shock on his face when you showed him your powers for the first time and even more, you remember his pride when you completed your first mission with the Avengers (that he'd approved ahead of time to avoid any more Germany -like surprises). He wasn’t there, but at the same time he was everywhere. And you missed him, but at the same time the absence he left in your life felt less empty.

The tears came out in slow smooth streams, flowing down in slow trickles as you finally sat back down. You didn’t say anything and neither did Peter, but you knew he could feel what you felt. He could feel your father too and minutes slipped by as you sat and cried together.

There was a sudden rustling in the distance and soon enough, Doctor Strange and Wanda had arrived at the scene, no longer held back by invisible barriers. They rushed to you bringing flooding guilt through your system as you began to apologize.

“I’m sorry,” you cried. “I’m so sorry.”

Strange opened his mouth to speak, but he had nothing to say. You could tell by his expression that he was disappointed, but there was more to it. He had empathy.

It was Wanda that leaned down to place a friendly hand on your shoulder.

“Let’s get you home.”

The months following were some of the hardest of your life. Every battle you faced was uphill, but you no longer felt like you were fighting alone. You started going out again, first to visit Pepper and your half sister Morgan who lived in their cabin home. Peter joined you of course, but he played with Morgan for the most part while you and Pepper talked. You cried with her, but you laughed a lot too. She shared with you so many of her own memories, times when your father didn't know what to get you for your birthday, when he had managed to mess up cooking dinner in the strangest of ways, and when he’d accidentally burned your favorite stuffed animal in the drying machine all of which Pepper had to remedy. Though she hadn’t raised you, she was the mother you never had and through her stories you learned that your father had been just as good raising Morgan with her as he had been with you.

You hung out with Ned and MJ again shortly after that. While Peter had suggested a brief check-in at a cafe so you could go home quickly to rest, you surprised him with a much more time consuming idea: laser tag. The four of you had the best time targeting each other, you winning more rounds than any of the others. You ended the day with smoothies, talking as you drank and making plans for the next time you would all see each other. MJ made you promise you would text her if you ever needed anything and Ned gave you a whole plate of his Lola’s ensaymadas, your favorite dish of hers.

Finally, though he was locked up in his house and avoiding humanity, you visited Happy. Peter offered to join you like all the other times, but you assured him it would be best if he stayed home, promising you would return later. Happy was in a similar state of dismay to you when you saw him and while he was able to care for himself and continue with his personal routine, you could tell he was hurting.

You didn't say much when you first entered his apartment, but there was comfort within the silence. You sat with him on his sofa and watched whatever mind numbing program he had turned on to distract his thoughts until you had both worked up an appetite for lunch. It was there, in the middle of a random Burger King in Queens over a plate of cheeseburgers that you both broke down. You told him what you had nearly done, trusting him with the sensitive information as he was almost a second father to you. You took your time telling him the story of how you had nearly died to bring back your father.

Happy cried as you did and when you were finished, he told you how much you meant to him. He traded your story for one from your father after he returned from Afghanistan where he had famously been kidnapped.

"You could tell he was shaken," Happy began. "He told me he wasn't scared to die, but he was scared of losing time with you and leaving you alone. Pepper and I had been so busy trying to get him back, he was worried you had been neglected while he was gone. But when he came home and he saw your room clean, your toys put away, and a fridge full of leftovers from meals you prepared yourself, he was so proud. You inspired him to turn his life around. It was after that he told me that he knew you'd be okay if he was taken from us one day."

You both cried after that.

Long after you had finished your food, Happy drove you to the Parker's new apartment with the promise that he would be okay too, eventually. He also admitted that he was starting to develop quite the liking for your faithful boyfriend after hearing all that he had done for you, though he’d skin you alive if you ever told Peter.

It was that night in Peter's new bedroom that you knew you’d be okay. It still hurt to think of your father and you knew you’d never entirely recover and that the pain would never fully leave you, but there was a certain comfort in it now. You knew Peter felt it too as he snuggled half asleep into your side, his arm slung around your body in a protective manner, but also to keep from falling of the twin bed you shared as he let you sleep on the side with the wall. There were still days when you didn’t want to leave your bed, but there were also days when you felt more elated than ever. You could feel your father in those moments the most, like the shine of his smile took form in the light from the sun. You couldn’t see him nor could you speak with him, but you knew he wasn’t really gone. It was love that kept him around. And it was the love you carried for him that would suspend you for lifetimes, through light and dark until the end of time.

“I hope this grief stays with me because its all the unexpressed love” - Andrew Garfield 💙

[sarcasticsweetlara]

Hannah Abbott

Hannah Abbott was a half blood witch who was sorted into Hufflepuff in 1991, in the same year the famous Harry Potter came back to the Wizarding World and was sorted alongside her but ended up in Gryffindor.

Hannah and her classmates usually had to clean whatever Harry Potter did in the school, and while they hated Dumbledore's favoritism with Harry and Gryffindor, they were glad that in their third year and their fourth year Harry was safe.

Hannah always tried to be fair, even if sometimes she was too angry or hurt to be good with the people who were mean to her friends, but she always defended them.

Her best friends were Susan Bones and Ernie McMillan and they were called the Citrine trio.

She came out to them first by telling them that she was bisexual and they gladly supported her, and beside them the most supportive person she met was her mom, Ethel Alinac, a muggle born who had married her dad Edward Abbott.

The experience of her mom as a student made Hannah aware that people would look down on her for having muggle blood, as well as that she had to look for her value only on herself.

It was a cold morning in Herbology class in 1996, Professor Sprout was giving the instructions when Dumbledore, the headmaster, called Professor Sprout, moments later they called for her and told her what she never imagined she would have to go through.

Her mom had been murdered by Death Eaters, and they hurt her dad.

Hannah traveled home immediately and took care of her ailing father as well as she started training in order to be a better fighter and a better healer so that she could avenge her mother.

And in those times she was able to gather her strength and cast a corporal patronus: a brown bear.

She grew to be grumpy resentful after that, even with Susan Bones and Ernie McMillan but they never gave up on trying to help her and all their efforts were worth it when Neville Longbottom who had always been kind to her tried to get closer and be her friend.

Not an easy task since now she pushed away everyone, but the ever optimistic and sweet Neville kept coming back every time she tried to be away from him, and when they had to fight in the Battle of Hogwarts, Hannah was petrified by the sight of Neville under the spell of Voldemort by burning the sorting hat but got relieved and proud by seeing Neville break away and behead Nagini, Neville also got happy when he saw Hannah conjure her beloved brown bear patronus and to see she could find her light among all the darkness they were in.

When everything ended they went to each other to talk and walk.

- You were fantastic today Neville- mumbled Hannah

- You were too, you saved me by casting your patronus, thank you Hannah - Neville said as he gave her a sweet and small smile

- Thank you for always being there, even if I was a pain in the ass, you helped me a lot.-

- I wanted to be there for you, I know how it feels to no longer be able to talk to your mother - Hannah felt a little guilty, Neville's parents were still alive but they were insane and no longer recognized himself and yet she dared feel no one understood her when Neville already knew and that he always tried to give his best and not be resentful, the contrary of her.

- I want to apologize for taking you for granted before, I was a monster, I realize you lost your family too and I really appreciate you and I still want to be your friend.

- You are my friend Hannah, and I want you to know I appreciate you too and you're not a monster, you were grieving and learning how to deal with your pain like the rest of us.

Neville and her got even closer than before after that conversation if it was possible and soon they realized they felt stronger in each other's company and as she got to be a healer in Hogwarts and the new owner of the Leaky Cauldron and him the new teacher of Herbology in Hogwarts they started a relationship, and 3 years later Neville bent on one knee and proposed and Hannah said yes.

Hannah indeed learnt to be better as she acknowledged that she had to recognize and feel her emotions not suppress them, and her brave and humble acts earned her a memorial tribute in Hufflecrew along Susan and her other classmates.

[bleep-blop-lizard-hop]

Warrior Thought

Warrior S3E9

Father Jun AND Lai??? Noooooo 😭😭😭😭😭

THE WRITERS ARE EVIL THIS SEASON 

I can’t even be properly happy about Nellie returning after being MIA for three episodes!

The opening scene with Lai going after Dickland alone was nerve wracking! At least she killed the asshole henchman with the whip. We know Dickland was a soldier and trained with the sword. Lai is a badass, but she’s too angry and not strategic enough. I wish it was different, but Dickland is literally the final boss. He won’t be taken down this easily. The way he was taunting her and giving her sword back ughh the arrogance! 

Every time I see Ah Toy I’m like “ma’am why aren’t you looking for your daughter??” But I know it’s actually the writers fault. We don’t know Lai’s dead until Nellie brings her body back to Ah Toy. Imagine losing your vineyard, your wife breaking up with you, and suddenly your daughter’s dead body is dumped at your door. Ah Toy knows she can’t blame this one on Nellie. She brought Lai back to Chinatown and now she’s dead. Ah Toy and Nellie cleaning Lai’s body for burial.

Nellie: “She deserves Justice.”

Ah Toy: “Justice come in many ways.”

Nellie: “Yes.”

Ohhhhh hell yeah, they’re really doing this! Nellie doesn’t give a single fuck anymore! The system is rigged, time for Justice their way! Ah Toy and Nellie are ride or die for revenge together! I hope they kill that bastard painfully and avenge their girls!

I knew Father Jun was coming, but damn it didn’t hurt any less. Poor Young Jun! Their relationship wasn’t perfect, but they still loved each other. Even if Father Jun didn’t say it back. In the end, he became like Long Zhii. He didn’t want a slow, agonizing death. He fought for everything he had, and went out on his own terms. RIP to a Warrior legend. Chao gave a very beautiful eulogy at his funeral.

Yan Mi is arrested because Lee recognized her at the wedding. To her credit, she didn’t say anything about the Hop Wei. Instead, it’s Ah Sahm who betrays them to save her. But it was a difficult choice. Love vs Duty is one hell of a battle. Ah Sahm still care about Young Jun, but never belonged in a tong. He was literally bought by them, fresh off the boat. He just want to be a good guy and protect his people. I don’t think he’s getting on that train with Yan Mi, because he still need to complete his hero arc. Watching Ah Sahm and Young Jun’s relationship deteriorate like this is heartbreaking. We got one last scene with them together before all hell breaks loose.

Poor Hong in this episode! He just wanted to have a nice, romantic night with his bf at the gay club! But then he got hit on by a cop. The same cop who put a fucking gun to his head and beat up his people. Of course he would get triggered! NO fucking racist pigs at Pride!!! Then they broke up and it was sad. Ughhhhhhh why must they torture the gays???

Mai Ling and Li Yong going from marriage to divorce real quick. Mai Ling is afraid of him because she knows she made him do terrible shit. But this is literally LI YONG! He always did everything for her, he murdered his best friend/mentor for her! Now she’s treating him like the plague! Though maybe some of it is residual trauma from her first abusive marriage. Li Yong looks like he’s leaving the Long Zhii, so Mai Ling will be extremely vulnerable. 

Chao is confronted by Happy Jack’s crew and their new leader, Isaac. Chao being Chao, cuts a deal with them by spilling the location of the plates. Hop Wei, Long Zhi, Happy Isaac crew, and Secret Service…it’s gonna be a goddamn bloodbath! 

Bill literally fighting his way to a promotion as Police Chief.

I don’t like to talk about Leary but that bar brawl at the end! Made that guy eat wood and busted his jaw open! Daaaammn

Only one more episode left holy shit! Crying shaking throwing up! PLEASE let us have a season 4!!!

[maguro13-2]

War of Shadow Realm ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 4 Pt.13 (3/3) ~

[Final Fortress Zone]

Ashley : Did we get him?

Kimial Diehl : Hardly to tell. Turns out it was a decoy after all.

Tails : Hey! I was right! It was a fake! That Metal Sonic was using the decoy all along! He was using the same model that distracted us! I've should've know that he had been playing with us the entire time!

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Absolutely. So, the real Eggman has been ditched by his robot slave, turns out that the ultimate weapon that Eggman mentioned, was only himself. He used the Eggman Fleet and the vehicles in your world as decoys so that he would start an uprising in your world! Yep, I knew the whole thing in the Sonic Heroes story plot. You've all bamboozled by the same villain that staged the whole thing!

Sonic : So that means...someone cheated? For all the lousy...why didn't anyone noticed until now!?

Kimial Diehl : We don't forget someone, but he did the monitored the situation and we met someone on earth before you guys did.

Sonic : Wait, who did you meet him.

Kimial Diehl : [thinking] Well, ummm...It was commonly to think that I met someone before in my life. I think that it...[gulps, determined] It's Grim the Hedgehog.

Sonic : (realizing) Grim...the... hedgehog? You mean that I have an ancestor?

[Worth a Chance (Piano) - Fumie Kumatani]

Kimial Diehl : Yes, it's true. Grim the Hedgehog is your ancestral father.

"Long before you were born, Grim was the most fearsome reaper on Mobius who was served by his righteousness as the fastest and strongest hedgehog striked down his enemies, those that men have committed a sins. They gave him a title to be called as the Death God of Mobius. He gave many thanks to the people that he protected and he even met Tikal at the Shrine on Angel Island. He told her that her father, Pachacamac, is a sinner and the other mobians would never forgive him for what he did to everything. He called him and his clan to become nothing more than an arrogant species, but after his death, the gods of Mobius gave him will by giving the powers of the Grim Reaper scythe and made him the strongest reaper to cast down the sinners that they committed. And until after the Space Colony ARK, he failed to protect the ones that he knew, Maria Robotnik and her grandfather Gerald."

Kimial Diehl : So, after avenging the ones that they've died, he possessed the body of Metal Sonic's model and became of what he was today.

Sonic : I didn't know. I didn't know. That's way too long, so that's what caused Chaos to wash up station square, most of the planet's inhabitants were attacked and being killed because of selfishness, stubbornness, and ignorance. No wonder why the previous villains that I faced are always filled with arrogance and attempted murders by committing genocide or omnicide, that it's because of the power of the Emeralds that was given by Chaos's relatives, the Ancients. They just loved to be assholes to Mobius, don't they.

[Mission Accomplished - Kenichi Tokoi]

Kimial Diehl : I'm afraid so, it happens all the time in the world of video games. That's why fans of you have this "lorel thing all over in my head. So what's the big deal of savoring your aspects on saving Real World AU is a good thing? Didn't we all agree that's it's always a problem to saving the world is astonishing, right?

Sonic : Well, I guess you're right about that. I mean, my company hasn't been like this since the 20th century, we all agree making games would be great and all, but for a hero like you, I got speed, I got my lifestyles, and so many reputations! I bet that you don't even know what it's like to be the star of your world. I'd gotta admit it, There was a Death God in Mobius after all.

Kimial Diehl : Good to hear it.

[THUNDER CRASHING]

Kimial Diehl : Hey, that doesn't sound like it's necessary to think. But the weather man didn't say anything about the weather in space.

Ashley : Oh no. Not again.

Neo Metal Sonic (on P.A) : (Snickers) You did well on beating the Eggman Fleet Armada. I am impressed that you manage to make it this far of putting the world to it's knees. Not bad. But it's ashamed, that you were able to taking me down in which the group of four trios that failed to stop me, but at least the Chaotix were nice enough to free my creator from his imprisonment.

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Neo! I've come to put an end to wicked ways! Your days of conquest is over!

Neo Metal Sonic : You manage to get here and survived from that Battle? Not bad for a hero like you.

Grim (Metal Sonic) : So this is where Shinra's grandson is located. (Turns to see Soul World's moon) The creepy ass cartoonish Moon.

Neo Metal Sonic : Yes, the moon first appeared in the Ohkuboverse 2000 thousand years ago, an image made by one man in the real world, and made it iconic to Soul World before half of the Ohkuboverse erased by the Time Eater and became nothing more than a long- forgotten memory by Shinra. The author of Soul World was even more weirder than we thought to say that there's madness on the moon.

Grim (Metal Sonic) : And you know why they say that?

Neo Metal Sonic : Because it has a purpose. When they say there's madness on the moon, the gods of earth revealed that there was no madness on the moon and that is the lie from the eyes of the devil. Deceived by Demon Vibe or even Shinra to desire the information and data from his legacy. It hardly pains me what it means to know about truth, and no matter how reality can be that painful, I can kiss that Soul Eater Author's carapace and see how much lying hurts from Shinra himself.

Grim (Metal Sonic) : That moon designed by the same author is a meaningless place to think there's levels of insanity to make it all worth it. But the real world wants something is that the world of Soul Eater would come for extinction. It would be wisely that the Time Eater will might erase Soul world for good, wether they like it or not. We'll see if Real World AU is going to find out who the true reaper is and not just a charlatan in sheep's clothing.

Neo Metal Sonic : Well, I am assure that charlatans are always the pretenders thinking that what they used to be. Things may or may not be real, but it's a good thing we machines can be honest with each other and this is exactly what I wanted to hear from you. That's what makes this world and our world existing into Real World AU itself, and honesty is the sign of a healthy relationship that we fictional characters can get. However, it's a shame that this friendship between us has came to an end.

[Metal Sonic : The Ultimate Overlord - Yutaka Minobe]

Neo Metal Sonic : Now then, allow me to demonstrate my power to you very greatly. This is what I have waited for this. All living things kneel before your master! Have some of this! (Uses his power into the storming clouds)

Kimial Diehl : What's he doing now?

Ashley : That's not happening, is it?

[DBZ SFX : LOUD EXPLOSION+RUMBLING]

Kimial Diehl : You know this is going to take longer to transform! And he's still transforming, I see.

Ashley : No, duh.

Sonic : Oh my goodness! Will you hurry up!

Knuckles : This is taking forever! When will the transformation be completed!?

Shadow : You're wasting our time watching you transform!

Homer : Boring!

Neo Metal Sonic : It's ready when I say it is, now be patient!

Tails : This is gonna take a while to...Oh look, guys! Look! I think he's almost done transforming!

Ashley : Now we're getting it somewhere. Hmm? (Notices that Kimial is sleeping) Hey! Hey! Wake up! (Snaps fingers to wake Kimial up) No time to fall asleep, look at him now!

Kimial Diehl : Holy crap. He has transformed into...

(Metal Sonic roars)

Kimial Diehl : METAL MADNESS!!!

~ Sixty-Sixth Scene : Return of the Overlord ~

[dmpled]

he was just a kid, he was just a kid. the kid she never wanted to be brought into this, a kid she had hoped could’ve stayed as far away from this as possible. she had lied to herself that he was safe growing up. maybe she should’ve found him, maybe, if Willow hadn’t been so tough on wanting revenge on his father she could’ve found him and raised him. maybe if she wasn’t so weak, she could’ve changed things.

there was a lot of maybe’s but there was one thing she was certain of and that was that she had to protect him now. Protect him and try and not get caught batting for the other side. he was a lost little lamb and she needed to save him. “no..you’re not dead inside. this pain..”a brief pause for a moment. eyes welling in her own eyes. “this pain is normal, trust me briggs, it’s normal.” it was the exact pain she had felt when she lost her sister. she was her best friend, her whole world. the pair had said they would one day conquer the world.

“trust me. She wouldn’t want to be avenged. I thought that, I thought that many years ago.” she couldn’t let herself live in that moment. the anger that boiled up and the fire that made her turn to the oea. the idea of killing those like briggs father was what drove her. that piece of shit was the reason why her sister was dead.

“because when she looked at you, it felt like the whole world was brighter, that you could wake up everyday and have a smile on your face. that you could go on with your day and know your best friend was there and that she would love you no matter what.”willow spoke, finishing off what briggs was going to say. she felt the same about her sister. her sister was her riley.

“briggs, please don’t do this.”she begged him, tears streaming down her face. she needed him to leave, him to be safe. “they want us divided and this, this is proving a point to them, that you or anyone who’s a supernatural can’t be trusted. that you are the vile monsters that make the humans believe we are.” a pause for a moment as she sucked in a deep breathe.

“and you’re right, your mother wouldn’t want this, she would want you safe, safe.”she repeated. “she would want you to think about this all, think about the deaths you are going to have on your hands. waverley would not of wanted this. she would want you to be safe, safe and out of here. she would want you to let me deal with this.”

eyes looking around the room for a moment.” I can’t stop you, but if your going to kill every oea member here, then you need to start with me.” willow spoke, taking a step closer to him.

He had seen very few images of his mother, his biological one. She died when he was so young, so his memory of her was practically non-existent. There were glimpses, a picture or two his father had missed, and then there was his aunt. He saw the resemblance in her, the final memory of the woman who gave him life.

In the throes of betrayal, he had no peace, awaiting his sacrifice. And there had been...her. A light in the darkness. Maybe no one could have saved him from his fate, but her attempt, her presence, it had made the sacrifice portion bearable. Like his mother had made sure she was in the right place, so he had somewhere to look. A face that wasn't evil.

Her voice brought a momentary stillness, leaving him in a stasis between rage and calm. "It does," he murmured, swallowing against the lump that felt like it would burn a hole in the back of his throat. "I--I--" It was a strange thought to remember what TJ of all people had said about no justification for killing. This was all a cycle, this would be endless. "I think I'm already dead." Just like his mother. The rage won in the end, the wolf won. He was the last victim of his father.

"She'd want to be avenged," he answered, knowing so many in her life had left her, abandoned her, seemed to have forgotten her. Not him, never him. This was his final act of love for her. They would know that Riley Shaw was worth remembering, worth destroying the world for, worth risking it all. "They put her up there like she was a number, like all they had to do was gather five of us. She was more than that, she was more than someone to slaughter...for a point. She was the best of me, she was always the best of me. She was the best of everyone who knew her. Because when she looked at you--" He couldn't finish that, the pain ran too deep, a tear escaping down his cheek. "They took that away from me. She's never going to look at me again."

He had to offer her something, and though he didn't know if he cared, he knew she was right, the living still cared. "I'll go home alive," he promised, "but they won't. They divided our souls, Aunt Willow, that's not supposed to happen. So violence is my answer. I'm sorry, but I can't make a different choice." He took a breath, "this is what I think she would have done too, you know, your sister--my mother--she would have tried to stop me. Exactly like you did. So thank you...for trying."

[daniel306gaming]

¿What if World War Hulk was in the MCU and invaded Earth in Avengers 2012?

To: Edward Norton, Louis Leterrier, Joss Whedon, Kevin Feige and Marvel Studios

                                                        Intro

¿What if events went differently in the MCU? ¿What if World War Hulk was in the MCU and invaded Earth in Avengers 2012? In today’s fan fiction we’re going to be exploring what would have happened if Edward Norton’s Hulk from 2008 was sent to Sakaar after the events of the Incredible Hulk infló,going himslef later in Loki’s invasion in 2012. ¿How can this affect Age of Ultron, Infinity War and Endgame going forward? This is an original what if created by me taking inspiration from the 2007 World War Hulk comic while following the mythology of Hulk and the timeline of the MCU. Without wasting anymore time sit back and relax and enjoy this fan fiction.

                                                          Prologue

Since the beginning of time, the age long argument has been whether man gets to control his future or not. The answer is yes and no. Man gets to control his future by the choices he makes. An individual alias a third party, can alter the future of another man by changing his choice slightly. Even if a choice is made a few minutes or seconds earlier this results in a whole new story for the individual and the people who his choice affects. I am one of the Watchers and i am ur guide to these vast new realities. Follow me and pounder the question. What if...

                                                                                                                   Part 1

The events of the Incredible Hulk 2008 were playing out the same as in your universe. Harlem had been put up in flames with the Abomination going on a rampage after ordering Sam Sterns to inject him with Banner’s blood. After a third attempt at tracking down Bruce Banner Bruce had been in a helicopter with Thaddeus Ross and his daughter Betty. The destruction of Harlem caused Banner to rethink their course of action by volunteering to fight the Abomination. Bruce gave Betty one last kiss goodbye before he jumped off the helicopter transforming back into the Incredible Hulk to defend the people of Harlem against the Abomination. Hulk slowly walked up towards Abomination. It was a close quarters combat duel with Abomination gaining the advantage on the Hulk. In your universe Ross assisted Hulk by using the helicopter to shoot at Abomination but this time Thaddeus Ross decided to abandon Harlem after getting an emergency call from Shield headquarters. Nick Fury ordered Ross to leave as there weren’t many options left and the U.S. military decided to agree with the plans. Thaddeus thought about saving Banner but after realizing that gamma creatures such as Hulk and Abominación would only continue to destroy places like Harlem he agreed to Shield’s demand. While it was Fury’s big week in New Mexico and having to deal with Tony Stark he was on the Helicarrier. The World Security Council talked Fury into blowing up Harlem. Fury didn't want to give into the demands of the council but he kept watching the fight play out on TV while Abomination grabbed a chain choking Hulk. The fight continued and wasn’t ending. One of the members of the council Alexander Pierce talked Fury into ending the battle who was initially a member of Hydra. Fury had no choice but to cut Hulk from the Avengers Initiative for everything that he did in Harlem. Ross ordered his men from orders of Shield to bomb the hell out of the city. Betty screamed at her father. She couldn't believe how low he would go. Betty got up from her seat in the helicopter before Thaddeus Ross slapped her across the face knocking her out. Ross screamed and ordered for a blackbird to bomb everything. The chaos unfolded differently below as Hulk didn’t have that extra help that he had in your universe. He had a hard time dealing with the Abomination. He was almost killed before he looked up. The two stopped fighting as the bombs dropped within the city and before Hulk could do anything everything went black. The world was in shock at what happened with Harlem being destroyed. Hulk and aAbomination were responsible for the deaths and destruction that waged that day. It took a toll of 190 people dead after the bombs went off creating protests in America. 24 hours later Bruce Banner woke up from all the destruction before him. Banner saw smoke everywhere and bodies were burned to a crisp. Bruce cried but tried to get out of the burning rubble. All he could see was destruction before Banner heard rocks falling. A man in the shadows was stalking him. Bruce knew that something was amiss and tried to run for cover before a man grabbed Banner by the neck. His metal arms squeezing down onhis windpipe. Bruce’s eyes were turning green before the man put him to sleep. It was none other than the Winter Soldier by orders of Alexander Pierce. He wanted the Hulk alive. Bruce was transported from the broken down city to an undisclosed location in Sokovia. Hydra gained access to Bruce Banner. They tortured, beat and drugged him so he couldn't escape their grasp. With America falling apart over the destruction of Harlem they were caught off guard. This gave Hydra the advantage to not only be the ones to destroy Harlem but they also got the Winter Soldier to capture the Hulk. Hydra has been controlling Shield for some time but has yet to be exposed. With Wolfgang von Strucker ordering his men to do tests with the Hulk Hydra wanted to extract blood from Banner that would create more super soldiers in their armies to take over the world. Bruce Banner was sent into a chamber that would freeze him so when they needed him most they would do more tests. When a soldier grabbed Banner he screamed. As he was being dragged Bruce tried to fight off the drugs with all of his might. Winter Soldier choked him but before he could hinder him he was punched across the room hitting his neck off of a wall killing him for good. Alerts in the hangar went off as Bruce started becoming the Hulk but this time he turned into the gray Hulk from all the drugs and tests. Gray Hulk went on a rampage within the research base killing anyone with a gun. Hulk decided to smash a hole through the wall where he ran into a forest. The Hydra base informed everyone that Hulk has escaped. They pursued Hulk before Hulk was shot with a tranquilizer. Hulk jumped over the soldiers. He saw a vast jet where he broke the doors to cover him. Hydra soldiers kept shooting at the jet. They were closing in on the Hulk. The ship had turned on the engine's power and had fallen soldiers who fell a few feet back and gave Hulk the advantage before Hulk blacked out. He turned back into Bruce Banner. The jet left Hydra’s airspace going for space. The universe has changed with Hulk becoming more infamous for the actions in Harlem to his apparent death. The world would find out from Ross that the Hulk was Bruce Banner who was a scientist that turned into the monster but what the public didn't know was that due to Ross’s actions it could have all been prevented. With Hydra getting custody of the Hulk their plan of destroying America for good was even more in development. With Bruce Banner’s blood they could use it on anyone to create a gamma monster or super soldiers. ¿who was to blame for the death of the Hulk and thousands of people who lost their loved ones? The world was in chaos and this caused Fury to question the World Security Council for ordering him to destroy Harlem. Fury talked to the council but Pierce cut him off by telling Nick that “sometimes you need to get your hands dirty in order to win”but the threat of the Hulk has been taken care of or so they thought. Somewhere far from the chaos on Earth Bruce Banner had been floating in space in a broken down Hydra jet. Banner woke up. He slowly opened his eyes to see the sun. He screamed in panic but he was floating in space. He remembered flashbacks of what happened to him. Banner remembered all the people who were killed in Harlem and how he was an experiment. Banner became enraged. He tried to remember what happened to him on that day but all he could think about was when Ross betrayed him letting him clean up his mess only to blow up the entire city. It was Ross who had killed all those people and let him get captured by Hydra. Now Hydra has his blood. It was something Banner tried to keep away from the wrong hands this whole time. The anger Banner was unlimited. Bruce’s eyes started going green before he turned into the Hulk in the jet. Hulk started smashing parts of the ship before an alert went off in the ship. It sprung out of control into a vortex. The ship made its way through deep space. Hulk screamed as the vortex led him into a weird area in the universe. Hulk tried to stay calm but his rage was the only thing keeping him alive. Hulk screamed before the jets started catching on fire. The jet AI said that it was making an emergency landing on a nearby planet. Hulk was confused a planet before he could react or do anything. The jet crashed on this weird planet. Hulk managed to wake up. He was still hurt from the crash but realized that he must have spun into a wormhole. Hulk punched a hole through the ship. He looked out of the hole and saw that the planet looked something like Earth. As Hulk got out of the ship he turned to his left to see the lettering on the ship that he took from the hydra base said Stark. Hulk took the rest of the jet before throwing it across the planet. Numerous species approached Hulk. A girl shot a disc at the creature that attached to his chest. Hulk looked down before he was shocked by the disc. He screamed in pain but decided to try and fight his way out of this. The girl told him that he was trespassing in the trash system and that he will be dealt with by the Grandmaster to fight for the planet Sakaar’s entertainment. The girl introducedherself as Valkyrie before she knocked out Hulk by using the disc's powers. Hulk awoken but he was in chains. There were chains around his legs, arms and neck. A man walked up to him and asked who his name was. Hulk said “HULK IS HULK” before trying to break free from the chains but before he could the man pointed a metal rod at his neck telling this Hulk that if he tried to break free then he would unfortunately have to kill him and nobody would like that as it could ruin the entertainment value of the planet. The man said that his name was the Grandmaster and that he has been sold to fight under him for his freedom. If Hulk doesn't fight he will suffer the same fate as the other aliens. Hulk saw with his own eyes what the Grandmaster could do. He placed his rod on an aliens forehead before melting it in front of the Hulk. Hulk decided that he had no choice but to fight. The Grandmaster’s guards took Hulk to the dungeons. They threw his body and shut the door. Hulk tried to smash through the gates but was shocked and sent back. Hulk laid on his back. His vision was blurry but someone came from the shadows extending a hand out. He said that his name was Korg. Hulk yelled at him and told him to go away. Korg went back into the shadows before the massive gates opened with the light almost blinding the green beast. Hulk could only see a huge arena and people were chanting. He decided to take a look at what was going on. Hulk came out of the gates looking everywhere and he saw different creatures and things that he didn’t recognize. Korg along with another creature walked towards Hulk and told him that they needed to work together as a team. The Grandmaster has creatures that would kill them if they didn't work together to take them out first. Hulk merely smirked and said that he is the strongest there is as another massive gate had opened across the arena. The Grandmaster said “who previously worked with the mad Titan Thanos give it up for Ronan the Accuser”.                                                     Ultimate finale

Korg immediately turned to the Hulk and begged for for his help. Ronan was serious business and not only that but he could wipe the floor with all of them if they didn't prepare to fight. Hulk ignored Korg and Ronan smiled picking up a giant hammer. The Grandmaster said “let the games begin”. Ronan slowly made his way to Hulk in court. Korg approached Ronan before he was smacked in the face with the hammer. Ronan stepped on him and was about to swing at his face again before Hulk in time managed to grab the hammer. Ronan punched Hulk in the face before Hulk enraged lunged at Ronan beating him without mercy in front of the crowd. The crowd stopped and looked. Hulk took his face before ripping it out throwing it across the arena. Everyone including the Grandmaster was shocked at the sight they were seeing. Ronan a radical kree warlord was just beheaded in front of everyone. Hulk smiled before just walking away. Back in his chambers Korg ran back with his friend and told Hulk how he could set all of them free. Hulk ignored them before going to sleep. The following year in 2012 Hulk was the most popular fighter in the galaxy. Hulk became known for killing Ronan in his first fight and would later take on Ravagers skrulls and so many more creatures within the battle arena. The Hulk had one more fight that he needed to win before he, Korg and Miek were freed from the Grandmaster. Hulk came out of the chambers and the doors opened with the crowd chanting his name over and over again. It was like you couldn't hear anything and not even the Grandmaster's voice could get by. Hulk was being chanted so much. Hulk declared that his team was called Warbound. Everyone cheered his name before the Grandmaster cut off the Hulk and told everyone that his last fight would be against the Captain but not just any Captain. It was revealed to be the famous Captain Marvel who somehow ended up on Sakaar. Captain Marvel smirked and told Warbound that they didn't need to fight and before she could get a word out Hulk rammed her like a truck beating her face into the metal doors before sheflew at Hulk but Hulk grabbed her by the hands crushing them before punching her in the face. It didn't do anything. Hulk looked confused and Captain Marvel punched Hulk. He flew back but she flew behind Hulk and before he hit the floor she punched him again and again before Hulk flew to the ground beneath Korg and Miek who were killed in front of him. Hulk’s vision was going blurry but after hearing the screams of his friends dying Hulk didn't have anything left on this planet. He got back up blocking the punches from Captain Marvel. Hulk tripped her but Hulk decided that he wanted revenge and took her by the hair before ripping half of her hair out and breaking her back. Hulk punched her on the ground before the disc broke but before she could do anything. Hulk took a sword stabbing it into Captain Marvel’s leg before walking away. She was defeated and Hulk won but it didn't come easy. Hulk paid the price of losing his friends to win the battle. The Grandmaster asked Hulk to kill her for his freedom but before he could do anything Captain Marvel was glowing. He was free from the grips of the Grandmaster. Angry for being a slave Captain Marvel went on a rampage with the full force of her powers that even the Hulk couldn’t believe what was going on. Captain Marvel was damaged from the amount of time spent on Sakaar. She towered over the Hulk and asked for his help to free the other slaves and destroyed the Grandmaster. Hulk asked if she was from Earth and she replied “yes”. Hulk decided that after she killed his friends he would only help as a favor for the other slaves but their fight wasn't over yet. Hulk along with Captain Marvel fought their way up to the control room where the Grandmaster was. Captain Marvel easily made it to the control room giving the Hulk a lift. Valkyrie stood infront of the two of them before Captain Marvel brushed her aside and blasted her with a beam shooting her out of the glass. Hulk looked before she fell to her death. The two of them then turned their attention to the Grandmaster who pleaded not to be killed but Captain Marvel told him to release everyone and stop the games. He laughed before Hulk snapped his neck killing him for good. The Grandmaster was dead. Captain Marvel stood over his dead body and thanked the Hulk for his good deeds. She told Hulk that Earth wasn't for him. The way he is the people of Earth wouldn’t want him around. She offered to bring Hulk to a planet that contained no life and that he could live in peace. Hulk yelled telling her that he needs revenge and whether he goes with her or not Hulk was going back to Earth. He said “NO” before Hulk turned his head and enraged in a huge fight. Captain Marvel flew Hulk to the trash area where the vortex was. She tried to throw Hulk into one of them but failed. Hulk merely laughed and told her that he was the strongest there is. Hulk took her by the neck before punching her out. Hulk took her body and was about to throw her in it before she revealed the location of earth in the universe. Hulk thanked her and threw her aside. Everyone cheered Hulk’s name with aliens came out of Sakaar’s trash system and thanked him for saving all the people of this planet. The Hulk might have freed everyone but he still had vengeance. Hulk wanted to take revenge on what happened during Harlem. He wasn’t going to stand by fighting for entertainment anymore. The Hulk jumped fast and far towards the Grandmaster’s personal ship. Hulk got into the ship before leaving. He took his equipment from the gladiator matches as a souvenir. Hulk found Earth through Captain Marvel. Hulk told the AI in the ship that he wanted to head to Earth leaving the planet. Hulk kept thinking of what happened to him. It kept haunting him repeating in his head how he lost to Abomination,mfailed the city and killed people. If only Ross helped him they could have taken out Abomination. The Hulk waited to get to Earth putting his gear on so he could see in the distance. He was going to take revenge on Ross, Hydra and Stark. Stark had been the one who had sold Hydra the weapons that caused all of this to happen to him in the first place. All this made Hulk angrier than he's ever been. It was a one-man army versus the world. Somewhere else the events of the Avengers 2012 were playing out the same as in your universe. The Other had made a deal with Loki. After Loki’s brother Thor had defeated him on Asgard Loki was saved by the mad Titan Thanos and because of this he needed to find the Space Stone which was in the Tesseract on Earth and in exchange Loki would rule Earth with a grand army given to him by Thanos. Loki agreed to the deal and wrecked havoc across Earth. The Avengers were formed with the absence of Hulk in this universe. The Avengers that were madeup of Iron Man, Thor, Captain America, Hawkeye and Black Widow rallied in New York defending the people. At the same time Loki opened a portal on Stark Tower that would send in his Chituari army. The clash between the army and the Avengers happened differently as without the Hulk the team had a harder time taking down the army but Loki managed to get the scepter and the tesseract while Loki was battling with the Avengers. Most of the film plays out the same during the battle of New York until the ship looked over everything. A massive ship in the sky started coming down on Earth. The Avengers turned their attentions to the ship. Tony tried to scan the ship but Jarvis said that the technology is out of this world. It was another alien spaceship. The doors to the spaceship opened. Hulk saw the destruction of New York and a massive black portal in the sky. He didn't know what was causing it but all that he saw was destruction and bloodshed. Iron Man scanned the doors while they opened and to his shock he couldn’t believe it. Jarvis said that it was the Hulk. Tony told the team that Hulk has returned after learning of Hulk causing the destruction of Harlem. The team decided to attack him. This made Hulk angrier. Iron Man blasted his ship with his unibeam. Hulk jumped off of the ship crashing down below. He walked slowly and saw a group of people. The Avengers stood their ground as this world breaker towered over them. Captain America threw his shield but made one mistake and that was not to talk him down. The Hulk used his giant sword to cut through the shield. Iron Man came behind but Hulk managed to grab him and squeezed the life out of Stark. Hulk remembered that Tony Stark was Iron Man. This caused Hulk to pound and break Iron Man’s armor ripping his mask off in front of the team. Steve Rogers told Hulk to calm down but their efforts were in vain. The Hulk yelled and he wanted Ross and killed Stark in front of the team. Thor threw his hammer but Hulk managed to dodge the attack using his two hands to clap. This created a gravity wave that knocked Thor into a wall. His hammer is on the other side of the road and Fury told Cap what was going on down there and before Steve could say anything Hulk charged at them. Steve through the Hulk’s legs and tried to fight but Hulk with one hand crushed Captain America’s arms breaking them. He used the sword to kill Hawkeye and Black Widow. As Steve crawled his way he was beheaded in front of Thor. Fury told Thor that he was their last hope as the nuclear bomb was coming from the city of New York. Thor fled the scene and was able to stop the nuke in time but sacrificed himself in the process once the portal shut down. Erik Selvig had been the one to close the portal in this universe after they lost Black Widow. Hulk looked from above to see the giant portal leave. At the same time Loki who was defeated approached Hulk on the battlefield knowing what he did the year prior in Harlem. Loki tried to trick the Hulk and the plan would work. Loki would capture Ross giving him to Hulk. The Hulk would then murder him in front of everyone on the world stage while at the same time Hydra took over Shield killing Nick Fury in the process.Loki and Hulk would rule and enslave everyone on Earth. 6 years would pass on Earth and the world had been destroyed with wars. Loki and Hulk became good friends but 6 years ago during the Battle of New York Loki wouldn't repay his part of the bargain. This caused the mad Titan to appear before them. A massive spaceship shot a beam down below New York City. Hulk and Loki on their thrones watched as the mad Titan had been awaiting Loki. He looked around but could only see a broken down city. Thanos then found Loki before he grabbed him by the neck and choked him to death in front of everyone including the Hulk. Hulk watched from afar as this unfolded and smashed the gates of his throne room standing outside the doors. Thanos met him there. “¿Are you the Hulk of Sakaar?” Hulk smirked telling him yes and told him to leave now as he picked up his sword and shield. As the two were about to get into a fight a massive orange portal opened in front of the two. Thanos and Hulk turned to see robots marching through the portal until one giant robot with all the Infinity Stones and a cape told everyone not to worry and that this world would be free...                           To be continued in ¿What if Ultron killed the Guardians of the Multiverse?

And that is going to be ¿What if World War Hulk was in the MCU and invaded Earth in Avengers 2012? And what if Edward Norton became the infamous worldbreaker. This is it u guys we are now finally heading into the Ultron fan fiction and this World War Hulk will be in there so be on the lookout for that and more what ifs coming soon. Take care guys and have a fantastic day. Peace out! 

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2022 Master Post

Title: Bat Boy: The Fic Author: cleighwrites Artist: outofnowhere82 Other Pairing: side John and Mary Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: Summary: A Bat Boy is found in the nearby woods and is adopted into the family of town Veterinarian John Winchester, much to his chagrin. The family - wife Mary and son Sam - falls in love with him, and they name him "Dean." Dean learns what it means to be human after so many years of living on his own in a cave. However, the townsfolk are less inclined to take him in, and life is not made easy for the untraditional family. Truths come out in a fatal encounter, will Sam and Dean be left in peace to live their lives in the aftermath? Art: Tumblr Story: Ao3 Title: The Taste of Endogenous Morphine Author: Jenchantress_stories Artist: MidnightSilver Other Pairing: Dean / OFC (in a flashback) Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: Underage Masturbation, Self-harm, blood and injury, first time, anal sex, top Dean / bottom Sam Summary: Set between 15x19 and 15x20. Since their adolescent days, Sam and Dean desired each other in ways they shouldn’t. About 20 years later, the two of them finally found peace and freedom. They easily settle into an apple-pie life. At least, that is what it seems, but Sam can’t shake off his doubts. Is this the reality? Or maybe too good to be true? Pain used to be a good coping mechanism until it got out of control. After a near-fatal incident, Dean suggests that something else might do the trick… Art: Ao3 Story: Ao3 Title: Avenging Angels Author: ncdover1285 Artist: alexiescherryslurpy Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: mentions of sex trafficking children, kidnapping of children, trafficking of minors, murder, serial killers, descriptions of kills, blood, turned on by blood, John Winchesters A+ parenting, torture, violence, first kiss because of violence, murder, first kiss, Sam is demisexual, inappropriate boner, Dean Winchester’s first time with a man, top Sam Winchester, Bottom Dean Winchester, public sex, frottage/grinding, bottoming from the top, Impala sex, car sex, Sex in the impala, oral sex, blow jobs, virgin Sam Winchester, supportive Bobby, multiple POV, wincest, incest, torture Summary: When their mother was killed, Sam and Dean were tossed around from motel room to motel room by their father. That was until they went to stay with a family friend who raised them as his own. One day, they get a call that their father has died too. The brothers set out to find the person who killed their parents, not knowing what that would lead to and the life they had in store. Art: Ao3 Story: Ao3 Title: Can We Go Bump in the Night? Author: SetsunaNoroi Artist: OutofNowhere82 Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: None Summary: Sam, still reeling from being thrust back into the life as a hunter and his dad’s demise, is rethinking things. Mostly his inability to be honest with his loved ones like Jessica or his dad. Desperate not to repeat the same mistake, he decides to tell Dean how he really feels for him. Problem? Well, he really kind of sucks at the seducing thing, and he’s very awkward about it like he always has been. But it’s okay! Cause Sam has this! He’s got a plan and is determined to make it work, no matter what embarrassing moments he has to force himself to live through. Luckily, his most hated holiday is around the corner and will help… maybe. Okay, maybe Sam doesn’t have this. Art: Tumblr Story: Ao3 Title: To Hell And Back Author: jdl71 Artist: amberdreams Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: Demon Deals, Demons, Hurt Dean, Determined Sam, Rape, Rape Recovery, Angst, Pain and Suffering, Violence, Blood, Torture, Death, Major Character Death, Resurrection, Hurt and Comfort, Nightmares, Wincest, Incest, Sibling Incest, Top Sam, Bottom Dean, Spells, Hell, Hellhounds Summary: Dean makes a demon deal, sacrificing himself to save Sam. Determined, Sam will do anything to bring his brother back from Hell so they can be together. Art: Ao3 Story: Ao3 Title: Your Mirror is Black Author: KillerofHope Artist: Alexiescherryslurpy Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: older Sam/younger Dean, top Sam/bottom Dean, pre series, light bdsm, underage Summary: Often, Sam and Dean only have each other when John leaves them alone. They don’t think about their strange, also sexual, relationship that much as long it’s fun. That changes when Sam decides to go to college. Art: Tumblr | Ao3 Story: Ao3 Title: Magic In My Bones Author: yohkobennington Artist: bluefire986 Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: S2AU. Temporary Character death. Summary: Something keeps taking Dean, and Sam is at loss as to what and how to stop it. They soon discover things as aren't simple as they seem and secrets are revealed about them that turn their world upside down. Art: Live Journal | Ao3 Story: Ao3 Title: Lose This Number Author: lovetheirloves Artist: ncdover1285 Other Pairing: Temporary Offscreen Sam/Jess Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: Implied/Referenced Character Death, Season 2 (Special Children) Spoilers Summary: Fifteen years ago, in an act of unforgivable cowardice, Dean Winchester ran out on his brother Sam after their relationship turned sexual. He left behind the Impala, his amulet, and decade and a half of silence. Now, Dean wants to reconnect, but he’s not the only one looking for Sam. The yellow-eyed demon is still searching for his favorite “special child,” who now has a child of his own – a six-year-old daughter whose terrible headaches come with mysterious visions, just like her father’s. Art: Tumblr Story: Ao3 Title: The Red Taste of You On My Tongue Author: runedgirl Artist: midnightsilvers Rating: NC-17 Warning: Show level violence, Dub con, Addiction Summary: Sam is determined to cure Dean of being a demon, but Dean has his own ideas of how to turn the tables on his brother. Art: Ao3 Story: Live Journal | Ao3 Title: The Salt-Filled Skins of Ptolemaea Author: Maven Morozov Artist: BlindSwandive Other Pairing: minor Sam/Azazel Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: Underage, Sam Winchester on Demon Blood, Blood Kink, Trans!Sam, some queerphobia & consensual misgendering, Gore, Cannibalism, Murder, discussions of periods & pregnancy, Dark!Wincest Summary: Sam has always felt like a freak in his body. As long as he can remember, his life has revolved around his brother–but as he begins to transition from a child to a teenager, he’s forced into a reckoning of his feelings for Dean, and a strange angel appearing in his dreams that calls itself Azazel. Art: Live Journal Story: Ao3 Title: The Viking's Alpha Author: outofnowhere82 Artist: bluefire986 Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: Alpha!Dean, omega!Sam, Alternate Universe - Vikings, hurt!Dean, Knotting, Mates, playing fast and loose with viking lore, Mild Gore, Minor Violence Summary: Sam is an omega and military leader of the clan. Dean is an alpha and his second. Ever since Sam’s birthday, they have had a run of bad luck during raids (injuries, not any loot, death) and his warriors are saying that Freya is displeased that he hasn’t found love yet. He has, but it’s Dean and doesn’t want to confront his feelings. When Dean almost dies, Sam decides it’s time to mate and tell Dean of his decision. Art: Live Journal | Ao3 Story: Ao3 Title: I Don't Smoke Author: distortionofself Artist: ncdover1285 Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: Vague implication of weecest, cigarette use, bottom Sam/top Dean Summary: After John's death, Dean blames himself, puts up walls, and barricades himself from love. Sam tears every single one down. Art: Tumblr Story: Ao3 Title: It’s You and Me Forever Author: blackrose_17 Artist: emmatheslayer Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: Mpreg, bottom Sam and top Dean Summary: Dean wasn't about to let Sam spend his entirety trapped in the cage with Lucifer if Sam goes then so does he and that changes everything because Heaven and Hell's plans never counted on the bond between them. Making Sam and Dean soulmates would undo all of Heaven and Hell's plans and puts Sam on the throne of Hell and Dean as his Knight. Art: Dream Width Story: Ao3

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Variants come and go at the TVA, and the Judge rarely remembers the faces, so often does she have to prune annoying miscreants who risk ruining the Sacred Timeline. Almost all who come before the judge are guilty, and for those who are innocent, their timeline is still doomed – and them along with it. Is it fair? Perhaps not. But this is the job the Judge has been bestowed, and she has no memory or desire to carry out any other purpose, content to decree a death sentence to all.

There is one name however, that sticks in her mind, despite the fact that she wishes otherwise. Loki Laufeyson; Loki Odinson; Loki, God of Mischief; Loki, Prince of Asgard; Loki, Heir of Jotunheim – no matter the title or surname, the first name remains the same, and the parade of Loki variants who inevitably find themselves before the Judge bring with them their own versions of chaos. It would be exhausting, if the Judge could feel exhaustion.

There are Loki variants of all shapes and sizes, genders and abilities, and the unpredictable nature of Loki means the Judge presides over the pruning of their variants more than any other living soul in her career. The most frustrating variants however, are those who are so close to the Sacred Timeline – so close to perfecting the role set out by the Time Keepers – who then make one poor decision and ruin the natural order. The Judge hates these ones most of all.

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L6128 is a version of Loki that falls under this category. The Judge is currently staring at a small boy, with pale skin, dark hair and slightly trembling knees.

‘Laufeyson, Variant L6128, you are charged with Sequence Violation 7-84-29. How do you plead?’

The boy before the Judge squeaks slightly, stumbling backwards in shock.

‘I’m Odinson, not Laufeyson,’ he mutters, chin stuck out stubbornly despite his shaking voice. ‘My father will come and destroy you for stealing me.’

The Judge leans forwards slightly on her desk, and peers downwards.

‘As you have just learnt, in your extremely ill-advised adventure into your weapons chamber, you are not an Asgardian, and Odin is not your father. Learning your true heritage at this point has caused a Nexus event. I find you guilty.’

The hammer slams down on the gavel, and the small boy is led away for pruning. Compassion is not instilled in the Judge, but look the boy gives her remains in her mind for a long time.

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‘Laufeyson, Variant L3524, you are charged with Sequence Violation 7-28-59. How do you plead?’

L3524 stares back at her with a slightly haunted expression, which hardens when he hears the name.

‘Don’t call me that,’ he snarls, struggling against the guards holding him in place. This version seems to be more physically combatant than the last few, and the Judge eyes him warily.

‘You did not deploy the Destroyer against your brother on Earth,’ she announces. ‘I find you guilty.’

‘So what?’ snaps L3524. ‘I showed compassion for my brother and didn’t murder him, and for this I am condemned? Who the hell are you to determine what I should or should not have done?’

The Judge sighs. ‘By not deploying the Destroyer, you did not set the scene for your brother’s development,’ she drones, shuffling some paperwork. ‘You caused a Nexus event. Guilty.’

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‘Laufeyson, Variant L9173, you are charged with Sequence Violation 7-46-39. How do you plead?’

Another court case, another Loki. L9173 can barely stand, covered in bruising and burn marks. He might drop dead before the Judge can issue a verdict, which would be efficient but unsatisfactory.

‘I don’t think my brother is very impressed that you stole me away,’ L9173 grunts out, an amused expression on his face despite everything. ‘Didn’t you hear, we had a very touching reunion when I managed to shake off a little bit of mind control? He’s not going to be happy he’s lost me yet again.’

The Judge gazes back with a bland expression. ‘Mister Odinson is not a concern to us. You were the one who violated the sequence and caused a Nexus event by choosing to fight the Chitauri instead of leading the invasion. The Avengers cannot continue down the Sacred Timeline if this happens. Guilty.’

-

‘Laufeyson, Variant L3372, you are charged with Sequence Violation 7-59-41. How do you plead?’

L3372 is being held up by two Minutemen, his face ashen and one hand attempting to staunch the flow of blood that is spreading across his chest.

‘I’d say interminable legalese is not my highest priority right now,’ he says, attempting to sound proud and strong despite slowly dying as they all stand in the court. ‘Perhaps we could discuss random allegations after I’ve taken a moment.’

The Judge doesn’t need a moment to determine guilt, however. This variant has not faked his own death for Thor Odinson, and was therefore not on the pathway to pretend to be King of Asgard. The events of Ragnarok had been moving further away; the Sacred Timeline must be preserved.

‘Guilty,’ the Judge announces, a bored wave of her hand. She can’t be bothered to even give an explanation this time – and L3372 is leaving an annoyingly large pool of blood on the floor.

-

The Judge is performing deskwork rather than court duties when the whispers and rumours begin to trickle around the office. A Loki variant, who escaped the Minutemen and is now set free in the timeline. It’s a concerning accident, but the Judge is sure the TVA will resolve it in an appropriate manner. It is not the Judge’s problem to deal with, however, and so she pushes the thought aside. There is more pruning to be done.

-

‘Laufeyson, Variant L6742, you are charged with Sequence Violation 7-93-19. How do you plead?’

After the last few variants, it’s almost surprising for the Judge to see such a strong and triumphant looking Loki, despite a heavy layer of annoyance displayed across his face, and bruises littering his cheek. He’s still clutching a blue, glowing box.

‘What right have you to bring me here?’ L6742 snaps, clutching the box tighter. ‘I demand you release me and take me back to Thor at once.’

The Judge reads out loud from the paperwork. ‘You have violated the Sacred Timeline and caused a Nexus event through using the Tesseract to save yourself and Thor Odinson from Thanos the Titan. You are guilty, and sentenced to pruning.’

L6742 fights back against the Minutemen at this, managing to kill one with his own weapon before more Minutemen burst in and surround him.

‘Whatever it is, you’re wrong about me,’ L6742 says desperately. ‘I was making a difference.’

‘Exactly,’ the Judge feels compelled to interject. ‘You were making the wrong difference. Stop fighting the inevitable. You were born to cause pain and suffering and death. That’s how it is, that’s how it was, that’s how it will be. All so that others can achieve their best versions of themselves. Stop trying to stray from your path. Guilty.’

The hammer bangs on the gavel with finality, and L6742 is led away for his sentence.

-

There’s another Loki variant at the TVA not long after – L1130. The Judge doesn’t meet this version – Ravonna Renslayer herself oversaw his sentencing. But she is surprised to hear that the variant is allowed to keep existing, at least whilst helping on a case. Mobius always was a bit pathetic. The Judge doesn’t waste any more time reflecting on L1130 however – she has too many other important duties to be concerned about.

Indeed, she doesn’t think of him again until the TVA is burning around them. All of the Judge’s purpose in existence, going up in flames and she simply stares, for once truly feeling the shock. L1130 rounds the corner, followed by Mobius and a small man in bland office attire. They are all carrying weapons. There is no history between the Judge and L1130, but she swears she can see hatred in the Variant’s eyes before they open fire.

The Judge is disintegrated in an instant.

[3raaaachachacha]

6:55 pm

Park Jong Seong x female reader / 740 words / angst / fluff

Warnings: mentions of killing

~ inspired by the Netflix series My Name ~

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Your cover was blown. All you could think about was escaping the precinct to confront your father’s killer once and for all. Everything in your life led up to this moment, taking revenge on whoever murdered him. You could hear distant chatter and yelling from your former officers, but you smirked to yourself as you were so close to escaping, that was, until you felt a death grip around your arm. The next thing you knew you were in an SUV, handcuffed to your former partner, Jay.

“Y/N, stop running. Let me help you,” He tried to reason with you, knowing now that you didn’t try to kill your commanding officer and that you were a pawn of a much bigger game you weren’t even aware of. Jay hated to see you so broken, especially after you saved him on multiple occasions from his impending doom.

You yelled, trying to pull away from him and break the handcuffs as your wrist began to bleed, yet you didn’t care. All that mattered was that you avenged your father, no matter the risk. You had come too far to risk losing the killer.

Jay took a tight hold of you to stop your motions before you hurt yourself, “Y/N! I know you didn’t try to kill the chief. I know that Sangyeon is using you and has been manipulating you since your father died six years ago. I know that he turned you into a monster. He made you think that killing others was the only way you were going to find your father’s killer and avenge him, yet it was him the entire time. I know, I know,” Jay yelled, but came to a whisper as he saw your face break with sadness. He knew you knew the truth already, yet hearing it aloud hurt. It made you feel weak, but he needed you to know he was there for you. He wanted to help you average yourself and the chief. He wanted Sangyeon dead.

Jay finally stopped the car and unlocked the handcuffs before exiting the car with you walking slowly behind him, unsure of his next actions. It was clear the small home was a safe house as he gently sat you down before grabbing the first aid kit to clean your wound on your wrist.

“I know you want to do this alone but taking down Sangyeon can’t be done without help. The unit has been dealing with Sangyeon’s crew for a while now, and if you testify against him and expose him with all the information you have, we could get him the right way. You could have a life after this. He wants you to stoop down to his level. Don’t give him that,” Jay pleaded, not realizing just how passionate he was about it or how much he had fallen for you while working together.

“How would you know? I’ve done things you probably wouldn’t be able to look at me the same after hearing. You don’t know me Jay,” You spat back, not wanting to hear it from him. All that would come from his involvement would be him getting hurt, and you didn’t want anyone else getting hurt by Sangyeon, not under your watch.

Jay’s hand found its place on your cheek, thinking you would flinch or hurt him by the sudden touch, yet you stayed still and watched him. He could see the pain and suffering in your eyes and the call for help you wanted to verbally admit, yet couldn’t.

“We are a team, whether you want to admit it or not. You saved me so many times, you could have left me for dead, but you didn’t. There’s good in you. You just need someone to believe in you,” He exclaimed, not realizing how close he had gotten to you, only inches away from your face as your hands rested on his shoulders.

You nodded your head in agreement, not being able to form words from this new feeling. Without another word, Jay leaned forward pressing his lips onto yours in a soft, but passionate embrace as you took a moment to kiss him back. Even with the short amount of time being his partner, Jay understood you. He was there for you, and believed that there was good in you, even when you didn’t. If he could believe in you, then what was stopping you from doing the same?

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- Admin 🦋

[raineydays411]

Reunions

Bruce Banner x daughter!reader

Summary: You are finally reunited with your father. 

Your heart raced as you waited for Loki to return. 

Apparently, Thor escaped and took Hulk with him. You were happy that they found a way to leave this damn planet. Or at least get out of the vicinity of the Grandmaster. 

But now, the Grandmaster was upset, calling for Loki. Turns out, you’ve come to care for the man, more than you ever thought you would. 

So here you are, outside the Grandmasters throne room, ready to step in if needed. You have no idea what you’d do, but you’d step in. That’s when Loki came out. You jogged up to his side, not realizing that he was with someone else.

“Well? Are you alright? What happened?” You ask, looking at his face for answers.

“Darling I am fine. Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He teases, then he turns his attention to the woman next to you. 

“What have you done?”

“I don’t answer to you, lackey.”

Loki grabs her arm, “It’s Loki, and you will answer to the Grandmaster.”

“Um hey maybe you shouldn’t” 

Then, she pushed his arm off her, the two of them hitting each other resulting in Loki getting punched in the face. 

‘Hmmph” The woman says smugly. Annoyed, Loki pulls out a dagger. 

“Why would you help my brother escape with that green fool” He asks pointing the blade at her threatingly. She pulls out her own knife.

“I don’t help anyone.” Loki lunges at her, the both of them swiping at each other trying to land a hit. You watch anxiously, debating on whether or not you would step in. That’s when Loki gets her arm pinned, seeing her tattoo.

“You’re a Valkyrie?” he questions, she breaks his hold, but he disarms her. She, however, doesn’t need a weapon as he lands several punches on Loki, managing to throw him to the wall.

“I thought the Valkyrie all dies gruesome deaths.” Loki taunted. It was surprising to hear him speak like this. He has always been so kind to you, you forget how cold his personality could be. He had a way to get under peoples skin, dig into their deepest insecurities. 

The Valkyrie knees him in the chest and hold the daggers to his face. “Choose your next words carefully.” She threatens.

That was enough to get you to jump in. You kick the back of her knee, making her loose her stance. Shocked at the sudden assault, her state allowed Loki to move in.

“I’m terribly sorry. It must be a painful memory.” Then he strikes, placing his hand on her forehead. It looks like she was forced into a memory. He face turning grim as she is forced to remember what, you assume to be an awful memory. 

She falls to the floor, shocked at what she had seen. Then she recovered. Faster than what Loki expected and pinned him on the ground, promptly knocking him out. 

You cringe, that punch looked like it hurt. Suddenly she stands up. Turning her attention on you.

“Hey, I’m no Loki but I’m pretty scrappy.” You say, tense and prepared to fight. She scoffs at your words.

“I’m not going to fight a child. You’ll either come willingly or face the Grandmaster.”

You sigh, gathering your bags. “ Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.” 

She drags Loki, who is still knocked out and leads you outside the castle. 

“We have to hurry before the streets get busy. The Grandmaster has already announced the disappearance of his champion.” She says, walking briskly as you follow along.

“So...you helped Thor escape?” You ask trying to keep up with her.

“More like he tricked me. Like I said before, I don’t help.”

“Then why are you taking Loki? You could’ve just left him.” You inquire.

Valkyrie huffs and turns to you, “ You ask a lot of questions, kid.” 

“I’m a curious person.” You respond. You look around, the streets are already filling with people. They all are so diverse. It was different out here, seeing them in green and parading around masks and costumes of the Hulk. On Earth, people feared him. But here, he was...praised. 

“I have a question.” Valkyrie says, “How did a Midgardian child end up all the way out here, with this.” She gestures to Loki.

“I was looking for my father.” You say shortly, “Loki saw me panicking and helped me out. We’ve been together ever since.”

“hmm” she hums, “We’re here.” 

She leads you into a house, it was green and white, kind of like the other room Thor was imprisoned in. 

“You stay here.” She says dropping Loki on a small stool. She tied him with a chain she pulls out from no where. “ I have to go find that idiot.” 

Then she leaves you alone with a passed out Loki. 

You sigh, taking a seat next to a window. You pull out your phone and start listening to music. You don’t feel like writing so you just stare out the window. You start to song to yourself lowly, already bored of just waiting here.

Then you hear a groan. You turn to look at Loki, who was waking up.

“Y/n? What happened” He asks wincing in pain

“You got knocked the fuck out man.” You tease. “ That Valkyrie lady brought us to her house or something.”

“Are you alright? Did she hurt you” He says struggling with the chains.

“No, just threatened me and made me come with her. I would’ve anyway, I wasn’t going to leave you. Besides, she’s kind of hot.” You say, getting up from where you were sat and grabbed a random bottle that looked like a drink.

Loki looks at you weirdly considering what you just said.

‘Here” you said, holding the bottle to his lips, “ You must be thirsty.”

He drinks from the bottle but spits it out, “Ugh that's alcohol”

You look at him and then the bottle. 

“Don’t even think about it.” He warns.

“Aw man.”

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Thor had just made it to the quinjet. He’s relieved to find that the jet still works.

“Welcome, voice activation required.”

He places his hand on the scanner.

“Thor.”

Access denied.

“Thor, Son of Odin.”

Access denied

“God of Thunder’

Access denied

“Strongest Avenger.”

Access denied

“Strongest Avenger” He emphasizes.

Access denied.

Thor grunts in frustration. Trying to rack his brain for any possible passwords or nicknames. He sighs realizing what it must be.

“Damn you Stark. Point Break”

All the lights turn on as the plane is activated. 

“Welcome Point Break.”

Thor rolls his eyes and starts working on starting the quinjet. 

That’s when the Hulk tears the back open.

“FRIEND STAY” He shouts, making his way inside the plane.

“Hulk no!” Thor shouts, trying to get him to stop wrecking the already damaged ship.

“ STAY!” Hulk shouts stubbornly. Thor starts desperately looking for a way to preserve the ship.

He clicks random buttons, in hopes of a miracle. That's when a video pops up.

“Nice work Big guy” Natasha's voice comes through, “ We don’t know where Ultron's headed but you’re going very high, very fast. We can’t track you...”

Hulk freezes. Then jerks around. He bangs his head against the walls, punches himself in the head. 

“NO BANNER.” Hulk shouts. 

Thor presses another button. And another video pops up.

“Hi daddy. It’s me.” Your twelve year old voice rings through the jet, “ Tony doesn’t know I’m in here, but I need you to hear this. Come home. Please, I need you. I don’t care if you’re the hulk or anything. I just want my dad…don’t leave me...” 

Thor can see emotion in Hulks eyes. He roars, desperate to stay as he is. 

“NO BANNER. NO”

He fluctuated between Hulk and Bruce. They both fight to gain control of each other. Till finally he collapses, shrinking down to reveal Bruce Banner, panting in exhaustion.

“Banner?” Thor says carefully, slowly placing a hand on the mans shoulders.

Bruce jumps, not aware of his surroundings. Thor hushes him, attempting to calm him down,

“Shh, shh the suns going down. The suns going down real low”

“Thor?” Bruce says panting.

“Yeah” 

“What happened to your hair?” 

“Oh some creepy old guy cut it off”

“It looks good.”

“Oh thanks” Thor says smiling.

“Where are we? Where’s Nat? How is she?”

Thor frowns, “Um, she’s good. I assume.” 

“What about Sokovia? Did we save the city?” Bruce asks 

“Banner, listen, Sokovia, Ultron. All that was four years ago.”

Bruce's heart dropped, “I’ve been the hulk for four years”

Thor winces, “I’m afraid so..”

Bruce looks down at the beads has wearing and takes them off. Then he freezes, “Thor, my daughter. Y/n..is she okay?”

“Of course, oh Banner she’s wonderful. She... she’s waiting for you.” Thor says, not knowing how to tell him that you were on the same planet. 

“I have to get home... I” Bruce stands up almost toppling over but Thor catches him.

“Banner there's something you should know...”

Bruce gets up and goes to the hand scanner 

“Bruce Banner”

Welcome, Strongest Avenger.

“What?” Thor says offended. 

Him and Bruce watch the footage from when he crashed on Sakaar. 

Thor sighs knowing that this was going to be hard to explain.

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You sigh, after trying the fifth time to free Loki.

“What the hell are these chains made out of?” You grunt

Loki laughs, “Darling don’t stress yourself. We’ll escape in time.” 

You sigh and sit down next to Loki. 

“Was that you I heard singing earlier?” He asks, turning his head to face you. 

“Oh.. yeah, I do that a lot.” You blush, even though you’re a theater kid, you still get shy when singing in front of people.

“It was lovely.” Loki remarks not meeting your eyes. You smile, knowing not to make a big deal. You’re stomach growls. 

“There’s some fruit over there.” Loki says, “ They look about ripe.” 

You stand and walk towards the counter of fruit. It was just beyond the view of the door. You help yourself to the fruit. It was weird, like a mix of cantaloupe and a grape. You were about to offer Loki some when you saw him wipe his face of emotion and into an irritated look. Then the door opened.

“Surprise.” Loki said sarcastically. Then you see a can hit him in the forehead.

“Ow.” He says in a monotone.

“Just making sure.” you hear Thor say, walking into the place.

“Hello Bruce.” Loki says. 

You freeze, hearing your fathers voice for the first time in four years.

“So, last time I saw you, you were trying to kill everybody. Where are you at these days?’

“It varies from moment to moment.” 

You decide to make your presence known. You gulped and over your beating heart said, “ Don’t be such a drama king, you sound like an edgy middle school boy.” 

Loki smirks, looking towards you, but before he can say anything Thor cuts him off.

“Y/n! Thank heavens you’re alright” Thor says patting your shoulder. 

You smile up at him , avoiding your fathers stare, “Yeah I’m good, Lord of Thunder.” 

“Y/n?”

You take a deep breath, the room going quiet.

You slowly turn, facing your father, “Hi daddy...”

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Bruce can hear his heart beating in his ears. He didn’t recognize you at first. He couldn’t have, the last time he saw you...you were a kid. This tiny little twelve year old that was barely in sixth grade. 

But here you are. His daughter, four years older. A teenager. He...He lost four years with you. He practically missed you growing up. Your first period, first day of high school. Here you were, on an other planet, dressed in some weird suit of armor, conversing with a man who tried to enslave Earth like he was an old friend. 

“Y/n?” He says in disbelief. You turn to him, slowly. Your face...you..you look just like your mother.

“Hi daddy” You say as your eyes start to water.

“Y/n” He says striding towards you and pulling you into a tight hug, “ Wha-what are you doing here? What are you wearing?”

“I came to look for you.” You respond, your face pressed into his chest. He pulls away, grabbing your face in his hands.

“God...look at you, you...you were just a kid..” He whispers tears filling his eyes. You smile sadly and nod. You really don’t know what to say, you’re relieved to finally see your dad but...it’s kind of awkward with all these people around.

“What is going on?” Valkyrie whispers to Thor as they watch the emotional scene play out.

“Oh, Y/n is Bruce’s daughter who hasn’t seen him for four years.” Thor simply says, “ Is that a dragonfang?!”

Valkyrie rolls her eyes at the topic change, “ sure is”

You roll your eyes, overhearing their conversation.

“ So, you were with Thor this whole time?” Bruce asks confused, “ why didn’t I see you?”

“Um actually I was with Loki..” you answer nervously, peaking over at Loki who looked annoyed to still be tied up.

“Did he kidnap you?” Bruce asks, “Thor, you let my daughter run around with your psychotic brother?!”

“ Hey!” Loki said offended. You giggle, always finding him being insulted amusing. You look at Loki's face, seeing an emotion in his eyes that you can’t place.

“Shh Banner stay calm” Thor says soothingly, “ in my defense I was enslaved and forced to fight.” He shoots a glare at Valkyrie who was drinking. She rolls her eyes and picks up another bottle.

“Can we get back to the plan?” Valkyrie, “ Sakaar and Asgard are as far apart as any two known systems. Our best bet, is a wormhole just outside of city limits. If we refuel on Xandar, and we can be back on Asgard in about...18 months.”

“Nope. We’re going through the big one.” Thor says, pointing at the large wormhole in the sky. 

“The Devil’s Anus?” 

You snort at the name as your dad’s attention is caught.

“Anus? wait, wait, wait, whose anus?” Bruce says, letting go of you and walking to the two Asgardians.

“For the record, I didn’t know it was called that when I picked it.”

You walk up to Loki, and sit next to him looking out the window.

“That looks like a collapsing neutron star inside of an Eisen-Rosen Bridge.” Bruce says facing the window. 

“We need another ship, that one would tear mine to pieces.” Valkyrie says drinking from another bottle. 

“She’s right, we’ll need one that can withstand the geodetic strain from the singularity” Thor says.

You make eye contact with Loki, both of you realizing that the Grandmaster has a bunch of ships. You have a silent conversation with him, trying to convince him to do the right thing. Considering that the time you two spent there, he had you steal the access codes to the security systems with his guide.

You look up at the right second to see your dad and Thor fist bump. Kind of awkwardly but its nice to see him get out of his comfort zone. 

“There are one of two ships, one of top of the line models and...”

“I don’t mean to impose..” Loki starts, but Valkyrie throws her bottle at him, nearly hitting him but smashing into the wall instead. Loki slightly turns his body to shield you from the glass, even though you were on the other side. You glare at her from where you are sat.

“The fuck...” You start, but see Loki's face telling you to stay quiet. 

“The Grandmaster has a great many ships. Y/n here, may have stolen the access codes to his security systems,” He says proudly glancing at you. You blush as the three glance at you. Your father looking at you in confusion.

“And suddenly you’re both overcome with the urge to do the right thing?” 

“Heavens no.” “I’m literally just vibing” You both say at the same time.

“We’ve run out of favor with the Grandmaster. In exchange for codes and access to a ship, I’m asking for safe passage, through the Anus. For the both of us.” Loki concludes glaring at you when you laugh at the wording.

“You’re telling us, you can get us a ship without setting the alarms?” Thor asks

“Yes brother, we can.”

“Why don’t we just take the girl? She’s the one who knows  the codes.” Valkyrie asks glaring at the both of you. 

“Y/n is not going back to that retched place.” Loki states, “We both know those codes, and she stays far away, where its safe.” 

“Okay, can we just,” Bruce gestures for the team to meet up, “just a quick fyi. Y/n you too.”

You groan, getting up from your spot as Loki rolls his eyes. You walk over to the 

“ I was just talking to him, and he was totally ready to kill any of us.”

“He did try to kill me.” Valkyrie says. 

“Yes, me too on many, many occasions.” Thor adds, “ There was this one time when we were children, he transformed himself into a snake, and he knows that I love snakes. So I went to pick up the snake to admire it.” “

no” Bruce whispers

 “ And he transformed back into himself and was like ‘blegh its me’ and then he stabbed me. We were eight at the time.”

Bruce looked back at Loki in disbelief, and when you looked at Loki you can see a small smile creep up on his face. 

“Well, he’s never tried to kill me.” You chime in, “ He made me some soup thing when I got sick. “

The three adults looked at you in disbelief. 

“Sweetheart, he’s murdered people.” Bruce said. 

“Okay?? He’s my emotional support murderer. He hugs me when I’m sad.” You say rolling your eyes. 

Thor and Valkyrie look at you in confusion. 

“That doesn’t sound healthy.” Bruce mutters

“Dad, if Bucky can get a second chance then so can Loki” You say stubbornly leaving the group to sit with Loki.

“Who’s Bucky?”

“Guys, if we’re going to boost a ship we have to draw attention away from the palace.”

“Why not set the beast loose?”

“Shut up” “That's a terrible idea.”

“Hey, why don’t you start a revaluation?” You say.

The adults look at you again in surprise. 

“I thought of that “ Thor says.

“Well I said it first.’ You snipe back with a smirk.

“...You’ve spent too much time with Loki.”

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[anika-ann]

I Need a Hero (S.R.)

Type: A dad!Steve standalone or a part of the Melting Hearts ‘verse

Melting Hearts series (part 1 & part 2 & part 3 & part 4) with Avenger!reader AU.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader (in absentia)  Word count: 1800

Summary: Tony is throwing a party, again. It’s moments like this (except every other minute of his existence) Steve wishes you were still here, so he wouldn’t sit at a bar, watching happy couples and generally giddy people all around.

Nosy women don’t exactly help his mood. Then again, his daughter might.

Alternatively: The First Time Grace Rogers Saved Her Father and Thus Proved She Was Her Parents’ Daughter.

Warnings: death of a parent and a spouse (in the past; reader died), completely inappropriate but innocent mention of daddy kink, language, fluff & angst

A/N: Can be read as a standalone, I suppose, but better as a trilogy of with Hell Froze Over as a whole. Preceeded by this and this dad!Steve fic from the same ‘verse. If read as a part of Hell Froze Over, remember that it’s a flashforward.

Previous dad!Steve // Previous chapter  // Story masterlist

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Steve wasn’t even sure what the gala was for, only being certain it wasn’t for celebrating Grace’s birthday – because he wouldn’t miss that. It was one of those head honchos party Tony threw from time to time, mostly for courtesy. Avengers PR. Keeping important people on their good side.

While Steve didn’t necessarily mind, he couldn’t say he was enjoying it either – and damn, he’d say all of the Avengers were getting a bit old for this and Avenging.

Grace was somewhere in the crowd, smiling politely or laughing at (usually Sam’s) jokes and he caught her bright eyes from time to time as his (and no matter how much he hated it, hers too) teammates danced with her. She was beauty. She was literal grace. She was sunshine in every dark place. She was a fighter too, he knew, but not tonight.

Steve found it hard to mingle in the large crowds. While people still did approach him, something must have radiated from him, giving his attitude away, the false smile hinting them to keep their distance. He was glad for that – but then it meant being alone was too close to being lonely.

Once again, for the millionth time, he found himself missing you. He was no dancer, but you would have convinced him to at least sway for one or two songs, and he wouldn’t even mind that people would be watching you two, possibly thinking you were being ridiculous. The light in your eyes would make him forget about all the nosy looks and his own awkward moves.

But you weren’t here, for so many years now, but he still felt the absence, painfully so. Instead of dancing, he had parked his behind at the bar, occasionally doing the required small talk, otherwise keeping an eye on Grace or talking to Natasha, who was behind the bar for the evening.

And – or rare occasion – he would have to deal with very unpleasant company.

The woman had been talking his ear off for the past few minutes; or was it hours? It felt like hours, and Steve didn’t even bother to pretend he was listening. Apparently, she didn’t care for the lack of his attention.

Or perhaps she didn’t notice – after all, she had completely ignored the lonely-wolf aura the others seemed to pick up on.

She was also very loud.

What was worse, though, was that she was starting to get tactile, putting a hand on his forearm and bicep.

And most importantly, she seemed a bit inebriated. Then again, the women these days still managed to confuse Steve occasionally. Maybe she was just that forward and alcohol didn’t even affect her brain-to-mouth filter.

She leaned to his ear – an unexplainable gesture since she didn’t bother lowering her voice – her hand on him again.

"Come on, handsome. I'm flexible – in all senses of the word-"

"Ma’am-" Steve started, having just enough of her, trying to figure out how to get her off his back without being too rude if possible. But she just wouldn’t take the hint, dammit.

"Yes, Sir? Or, yes, Captain?" she giggled in response and Steve closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and mentally counted to ten. Don’t be rude. Don’t be an asshole… echoed in his head with barely any effect. "I can call you anything you want. Sir. Captain. Cap. Soldier. Even a-"

"Daddy?"

Steve froze at the voice sounding so close behind him and the hand on his other shoulder.

The touch of his companion immediately disappeared.

Natasha behind the bar barely held back a snort as the ‘flexible woman’ choked on her own spit. It wasn’t a public knowledge that Steve and Grace were related, let alone so closely – the story of Grace was simply that she had once been an enhanced whom the Avengers took in.

Oh god, this was golden. The timing.

Steve was entirely bemused at why she was with him all of sudden where there was much better company literally anywhere else. And why she had addressed him with his rightful title?

"Hi, babygirl, is everything okay?" Steve asked his daughter with concern.

This time Natasha did let out a strangled sound, disguising it as a cough. Steve was either oblivious to the beautiful double meaning or used the endearment on purpose. Probably not the latter, because Steve Rogers was not capable thinking that way about his daughter, not even when joking. Grace, on the other hand, definitely went with the addressing on purpose, Natasha was sure of it.

"Oh yuck... fucking pervert..." the woman mumbled as she took an abrupt leave, blind to the highly amused faces and one confused, belonging to the captain.

"Now everything is okay. How are enjoying the party?"

"Less than you, apparently," Steve replied, but quickly dropped his sarcastic tone as if he realized whom he was talking to. He smiled even as Grace took the seat after the ‘flexible woman’. "You danced. That's good."

Grace chuckled. "Yeah. With Tony, Sam and Bucky, because no one outside the family would dare to ask with the line of bodyguards behind my a-- back. I think a guy over there is gathering some courage… the whole evening. We’ll see how that goes. You didn't dance though."

"No one asked," Steve shrugged it off, not pointing out he was happy for the fact. "No one dances with over hundred- and fifteen-years old man."

"Barnes’ older than you. And Miss Flexible over there sure seemed eager,” Natasha noted with a grin and Steve shot her a murderous glare which she ignored in favour to prepare Grace a non-alcoholic drink.

"She was a bit much," Grace agreed with the redhead spy and Natasha just smirked.

"You know, you could have saved me, Romanoff."

Natasha scoffed. "And miss the fabulous rescue delivered by your daughter? Nah. Plus, you finally need to get back to the saddle."

Steve stiffened as the conversation took his least favourite turn. He mentally scolded himself – he totally waked into that.

"Agreed. But clearly not with her. She was terrible, dad. I'll find you a better one,” Grace declared, her gaze dancing over the crowds. “Any tips, Nat?"

"The brunette in the corner has been eyeing him." Steve shot Nat another glare as she beckoned inconspicuously to someone, probably some brunette. "But not necessarily in a predatory way."

"...in what?"

Actually, Steve didn’t want to know. He understood enough. And he didn’t want to be a part of this conversation. At all. He didn’t want to be the subject of this conversation even.

"Which one?" Grace pried, looking around almost animatedly.  

"Blue dress."

Grace glanced – presumably – at the woman, while Steve stubbornly kept glaring ahead of himself. If he ignored them, they’d stop eventually. He knew he just needed to wait it out—

Only he got betrayed coldly by his own blood. "I approve."

"Grace!"

"What? We talked about this, dad," she murmured, her face twisting in a sad grimace, lips pursed. No, he would not relent. Not about this.

"Exactly, young lady. We did. If I enter a relationship, it will be when I'm ready. On my own terms," he repeated for the hundredth time, narrowing his eyes a little when looking into her eyes. She pouted some more, but didn’t push this time and took a sip of her drink.

"Fine. Can I have a dance at least? Please?"

"Grace..." Steve sighed, not feeling like entering the dance floor.

The irony was not lost on him though; the only woman he wanted to dance with shared genes and name with the woman asking him now – and Steve had to slowly start accepting she was much more of a woman than a girl.

"Pretty, pretty please! I promise to leave your love-life alone for the evening!"

"You're gonna do that anyway, you know. And not just for the evening."

Steve narrowed his eyes strictly, heart already softening at her pleading – she just didn’t want him to be here, sulking alone. Dammit.

"You're so stubborn," she exclaimed, still watching him with pleading eyes. Steve felt himself cracking under the puppy look she was attacking him with, but tried to resist a little longer, even when knowing it was probably pointless.

"Clearly you’ve taken after me," he mumbled. Apart from the puppy eyes; that talent was definitely from her mother’s side.

"Clearly. Dance with me, dad? Please? Just one dance and I’ll leave you to whatever it is ou were doing until now."

Steve gave up, pretending not to notice Natasha showing his daughter thumbs-up.

"Well, how could I say no to the beautiful lady with those hopeful eyes..."

"Yes!" Grace chanted, immediately sliding from her stool and taking his hand to pull him towards the dance floor.

"I still can't dance, you know…"

"I don't care,” she sing-sang and Steve couldn’t help but smile fondly. She was so vivid and amazing he couldn’t believe he was his daughter sometimes.

He wasn’t sure what do to with his hands, but settled with lightly placing one on her hip and the other against hers. She smiled wildly and started swaying to the rhythm of a song Steve failed to recognize.

“You’re so full of it! You’re doing great,” she praised him and Steve allowed himself relax a little and perhaps feel a bit proud. Both for himself and for his daughter. She had begged him to dance with her – but a dance with a young lady like her was a privilege.  “Thank you, dad. I love you. I… you know I just want you to be happy, right?"

Tears stung in his eyes as she was looking up at him softly, a tiny wrinkle of concern on her forehead.

"I know, babygirl,” he admitted with a sigh, fighting off the burn in his eyes. “But pushing me won’t help. Thank you for the rescue on the other hand, that I needed."

"Anytime.”

Steve couldn’t but wonder at her reassurance. He knew she meant it. He felt their relationship shifting gradually, from father-daughter to more partnership-like one. She had been displaying care for him since her early years, probably picking up on the worry in everyone else’s eyes and soon figured out it was for him.

For Steve, she would always be his little girl, his instinct to protect her stronger than anything, but he couldn’t stop her from being protective over him as well. He wasn’t able to and he wouldn’t want it. Instead, he tried to accept it, to indulge in the feeling of being cared for instead – at least within boundaries. They were family after all – and family was everything to him as he had led her to believe that too.

“Anytime,” he echoed, squeezing her side before spinning her under his arm.

His actions were rewarded by her delighted laugh, thousands of tiny bells lighting up the room and his heart.

Before the night was over, Steve learned – thanks to Bucky's and Natasha’s plotting – that the blue dress brunette's name was Amelia. He danced one more time that night, because she shyly asked him too and he found himself unable to say no to those hopeful eyes either.

For now, she was Amelia, a woman he shared a dance with, an acquaintance and a potential friend. One day, she might become more.

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Epilogue

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Hopefully, it was as (bitter)sweet to read as to write 😌

Brace yourself, epilogue is coming ✨ This flashforward was short and the fic has been going on for quite a while, so I promise I’ll try to be quick with the heavy editing. 

Thank you for reading 🥰

[bubbleteaimagines]

AMERICA’S GOLDEN TOY

summary || steve makes good use of you after kidnapping you from a hydra base

pairings || dark!steve rogers x reader

warnings || this post contains dark content (noncon) smut, swearing, dracaphilia kink, loss of virginity, non-consensual filming

notes || continuation of this imagine

MINORS DNI // 18+

you heard the sirens before anything else. they blared all over the facility, distracting you from your work and causing you to drop your graduated cylinder.

“shit!” you cursed in german and quickly began to gather yourself.

you knew what the sirens meant — your father had forced you to participate in every emergency briefing there was. he was a high level member of hydra and quite proud that you, his daughter, were following in his footsteps.

at only twenty years old, you were already a renowned scientist. often, you created remedies and such for hydra to use on their victims. you helped caused terror and chaos, but of course, you didn’t see it that way.

you quickly began to gather all of your important files as the sirens got louder. your whole lab was flashing red, causing your vision to be skewed.

you stumbled around in the red light, your heels not making it any better. you grabbed hard drives and anything else you could think of before quickly bursting out of the door, joining the chaos in the hallways.

all around you, hydra personnel was being scattered about, some running and others fleeing towards the fight. you didn’t even know what the threat was, but if it was enough to activate the emergency sirens then it had to be deadly.

“y/n!” in the midst of your running, someone called your name and pulled you to them. you yelped, but quickly calmed down once you saw that it was your father.

“papa,” you looked at him, shocked. “what’s going on? where is all this chaos coming from?”

“the avengers,” the answer made your blood run cold, “they are here. they have found us. we must get out, quickly!”

he wasted no time in pulling you towards the safety exit, one that only the most important memebers knew about. you stumbled as you struggled to keep up, your hands tightly clutching your precious research.

somewhere along the way though, you had accidentally dropped one of your drives. you let go of your father’s hand for one second to retrieve it, but that turned out to be the biggest mistake of your life.

a flash of blue in the red light could be seen as you bent over to grab it quickly. but you weren’t fast enough, and by the time you had come back up and started running again, it was too late.

steve rogers caught you easily as your father yelled behind him for you. his armor cladded suit pressed against your frame and you struggled against the muscular man.

“y/n!” your father panicked, wondering if he should run or help you.

“papa! go, please! it is too late for me,” you cried as you struggled in steve’s arms. “go!”

your father looked hesitant, but a nod from you urged him to keep running. that left you, helpless as the avenger glared at you fiercely.

“tony, nat, i’ve captured a prisoner. her father managed to escape but i think you can still catch him,” he spoke into a device.

“roger that, cap,” the voice of an unknown man came back.

you glared at him as you thrashed in his arms.

“there are no prisoners with hydra!” you yelled out, releasing the poison hidden behind your teeth and preparing to swallow it.

however, before you could steve already had an antidote shoved down your throat, knowing that this was common with those captured.

“you’re not dying today,” he snapped at you, as the concoction also knocked you out cold. “not before we make some use of you.”

-

when you woke up, you were in a moderately decorative room.

it was furnished with a dresser, a nightstand with a lamp, a tv, and a king sized bed that you were currently laying on.

as soon as you came to, you tried to hop off the bed and escape. but you were wildly unsuccessful, seeing as your hands and feet were tied and you were gagged.

“help!” you still tried to call out for someone, through your sounds were muffled. “somebody please, help me!”

there was shuffling out in the hallway and you paused, foolishly thinking it was your father or another hydra member coming to save you.

but quickly, you realized that wasn’t the case when the same man that kidnapped you walked in.

“well well, i see you’re awake,” his deep voice filled the room as he sauntered in.

you glared at him.

“let me go!” you yelled through the gag, trashing even though your movements were limited.

“what was that? sorry i can’t hear you,” he smirked. your hatred for him increased even more as he mocked you.

“asshole!” you cursed in german. “let me go, now! before i kill you!”

steve seemed to get tired of your muffled screaming so he finally removed the gag. when he did, the first thing you did was spit on him.

“filthy scum! how dare you tie me up like an animal!” you yelled.

you were met with a harsh glare and slap so hard that it knocked the breath out of you. steve fumed as he wiped the spit away, rasing his hand threateningly.

“do it again and i swear to god...” he trailed off.

“what do you want from me!” you resisted the urge to cry as your face stung from the violent blow.

“information,” steve said almost immediately, as if it were obvious. “we decided not to throw in you in a cell because you could be useful to us. tony figured you’d open up more in a more...comfortable setting.”

“go to hell,” you immediately spit, causing steve to raise an eyebrow. “i’ll never tell you anything. i’d rather die!”

“well then it’s a good thing you were already carrying these,” steve said coolly, holding up an object.

you gasped when you noticed it was your drives. the very ones you risked capture for.

“give those back!” you cried, struggling even harder. “those belong to hydra! those belong to me!”

“not any more,” steve said. “everything in that base now belongs to the avengers. including you.”

you didn’t like the way his eyes sized you up. it made you uncomfortable, scared even but you weren’t about to show it.

“you can keep me here until i starve. i won’t give you any more information,” you said.

“oh we know. we’ve been known that everyone in hydra has tight lips,” steve chuckled. “but you see, we started to figure out why. and do you wanna know what we came up with?”

you said nothing.

steve continued anyways. “see we figured it was because hydra never had anything to lose. their files are encrypted. everyone is willing to die for that scum organization. we the avengers have never had a way to gain leverage over them. but after we took you...we realized that now we do.”

“what do you mean?” you asked dumbly, though you feared the answer.

steve answered by stalking towards you. slowly, you began to try and back away as his face came down to yours, his voice dark and dangerously low.

“it means, it wasn’t an accident i took you over you father. i could have captured you both. but i let him go free, just so he and the rest of the scum can witness this. you, tied up in captain america’s bedroom, helpless,” he smirked.

“no!” you exclaimed, horror seeping through your veins.

“say hi to daddy and his colleagues,” steve chuckled, pointing towards the tv.

you didn’t know how you missed it, but on the dresser stood a camera, and on the tv itself showed live footage.

of you, handcuffed on steve’s bed.

“oh, i can’t say i won’t enjoy finishing this mission,” he shook his head. “it’s the first damn time i’m getting something in return.”

“get away from me!” you screamed at him as he undid your cuffs, yanking you closer to him.

the delightment of being free was replaced by utter panic at the pending situation. you tried your best to get up, springing off the bed but steve only pushed you down, laughing.

“did you forget who you were dealing with?” steve asked. “everything is this room will prevent you from escaping. the doors won’t open without a code. there’s no windows. and of course, you’d have to get passed me. but i’m not letting you leave until i get what i want.”

“you monster!” you punched his chest as he gripped you harshly, dragging you to the edge of the bed.

but your assault seemed to do nothing against the super soldier, merely egging him on as he reached for your clothing.

“nothing but a skirt and a blouse. not even pantyhose,” he tsked. “you must have been prepared for me, then.”

tears of humiliation began to form as he grabbed your skirt and shirt and tore them off. the black bra and lacy red panties that you were wearing were durely exposed to the camera, where your father and all your coworkers were watching.

“can you feel it now?” steve asked, dodging your blows and pinning you down with his arms. “the sheer panic creeping in your veins? the knowledge that there’s only one way out of this, and that’s by me taking control of that little pussy of yours?”

your eyes widened as he voiced his plans out loud, the reality of situation finally sinking in.

“no please!” all your life you had been taught not to beg. you had been taught to never give into the enemy, to always choose silence and death over the weakness of pleading. but this was steve rogers you were talking about. you thought he was one of the good guys. you thought he was america’s golden boy. “don’t!”

“what’s this, a little hydra slut begging for her life?” you cried out as steve ripped the bra off, too, leaving you completely exposed. “that’s definitely new. but i gotta say, begging wont get you anywhere now. it’s too late, i’m gonna make use of america’s golden toy now.”

“i thought you were a good guy! the avengers are supposed to be the good ones! you’re not supposed to do this!” you said while steve began to shed his clothes.

“good?” he chuckled as he stood over you. “that’s funny. i guess it just depends on the perspective.”

you stared at each other as he began to free his cock. it was impressive really, how he managed to get both of you naked all while holding you down.

you had never felt more powerless in your life. you were a scientist after all. you were smart and brilliant and on top of the world at hydra. but here though...

here you felt like nothing more than a simple speck of dust.

“open up, slut,” steve suddenly shoved his cock in your face as you jumped back, startled. “let’s show daddy how well your mouth works.”

“no!” you refused to open your mouth for him, you refused to even look at him, turning your head to face the wall.

but steve was quick to a solution; he grabbed your jaw and forced your lips open, backhanding you to get you to comply.

“i’m not gonna ask you again,” he said lowly while you sobbed. “open up.”

shakily, you obeyed. you opened your lips and slowly steve began to push his cock in, moaning at the feeling of your tight lips wrapped around him.

“ah, fuck,” he grabbed a hand full of hair to steady himself while you stood still. “go on, don’t be afraid. suck my cock like the little whore you are.”

you would have rather chosen death than blow steve rogers but that wasn’t an option. what was though, was moving your head back and forth, trying to take his impossibly thick length in your mouth.

“there’s a good girl,” he cooed as your head bobbed. “take me. take all of it!”

you resisted the urge to gag as he shoved himself in the back of your throat. gripping his hips, you sobbed on his dick, tears falling down your face as he throat fucked you.

“that’s it...nice and deep,” steve moaned. “god, i can’t wait to see what your pussy feels like.”

he was cumming in no time, the combination of you sucking and playing with his balls sending him over the edge.

he panted as he pulled out, his hot seed trickling down your throat. you gagged immediately as he released you, feeling absolutely and utterly disgusted with yourself.

“you see that, dad?” steve smirked at the camera. “your little girl just drained my balls dry. and she’s about to do it again. watch.”

you cried out as steve roughly pulled you up and flipped you on the bed. you tried one last time to escape, crawling on your knees away from him but it was all too easy for him to pull you back down.

“a fair warning to all hydra personnel, this is what happens if you mess with shield,” he growled.

you were a blubbering mess as he forced your legs open, pleading and begging for your release. you didn’t wanna be taken, not like this. you didn’t wanna lose your virginity to this man.

“you can’t save her now,” steve looked directly into camera, “but maybe when i’m through with her you’ll learn your lesson.”

he positioned his thick cock, lubricated with your spit, at your entrance. and then, before you could even comprehend what was happening, he slammed into you.

a scream bubbled up in your throat and ripped out as your pussy was violently desecrated.

steve filled you nearly to the brink, moaning and whimper at the tight fit.

pain exploded all over your body. your pussy felt like it was on fire. you tried to claw your way away but steve held you tightly in his arms, disabling you to move.

you were trapped, tears falling down wildly as steve began to fuck you balls deep.

“so tight,” he moaned while you let out a gutteted sob. “so fucking good to me. you’re squeezing me baby. you’ve must have never taken a cock a before, have you?”

“no!” you screamed out as steve pounded into you at a jarring pace. “p-please! please!”

“virgin,” steve realized, knowing why you were so scared. “god that’s so hot.”

“please...please! captain stop!” you begged, not being able to take it anymore. you couldn’t take him. your pussy wouldn’t even let him get all the way in. you were straining so much, but yet he fought. he fought so hard to make sure all but his balls were inside of you.

“well, since you asked so nicely,” steve smirked.

he flipped you over again but before you could cherish the release he was slamming into your pussy again, this time forcing on you top of him with your back laid against his chest.

steve cooed in your ear as you took his merciless pounding, reminding you of what a filthy whore you were.

you wanted this, he told you. this was your fault. you wanted his cock deep inside of you. wanted people to watch. you wanted people to know how much of a slut you were.

“tell them!” steve shouted, his balls slapping your pussy. you sobbed for his mercy. “tell them how much of a whore you are! tell your daddy how much you love captain america! tell him!”

“papa,” you blubbered towards the screen. you saw yourself, looking pathetic while you sat on captain america’s cock. he filled you to the brink, your stomach pretruding out to show just how deep he was. “i love him! i love captain america!”

“atta girl,” steve kissed your neck, his beard scraping your shoulder as he buried his face in your neck. he held you tight, the sound of him battering your little pussy echoing throughout the room.

finally, he turned your head towards him and kissed you. one last humiliating act before he finally came, shuttering to a stop as he drained his balls directly into your womb.

“how’s that for a mission accomplished,” steve laughed while you slumped against him, clinging to him for dear life. your pussy was battered, filled to the brink his cum. your mind was gone.

you could hardly think. you searched for a sense of safety. for a sense of warmth. you cuddled yourself closely to him, taking shelter in the arms of your abuser.

“please...please...” you sobbed against him.

steve held you tight in his arms, kissing your temple. he knew he had broken you. he knew that you were beyond recovering now.

“it’s okay,” he whispered, still buried deep inside of you. “you’re with the earth’s mightiest heroes now. you’re safe. nothing’s ever gonna hurt you again.”

[stxleslyds]

Red Hood and the lost art of telling Joker to shup up.  

Okay, I know that I talked about Jason and Joker in a recent post but this is something different, I promise.

I really want to talk about how different Jason has been written since UtRH when it comes to him confronting Joker. Jason hasn’t been put in that position a lot but the times that he has, he lets Joker talk for far too long and actually pays attention to whatever he has to say.

The Jason vs Joker thing is basic in on itself and letting Joker talk isn’t exactly the problem here, the real problem is Jason letting Joker’s thoughts shape his future thoughts and decisions, I do understand that that’s exactly what writers want though, they want to build the problematic of: “Jason is just like Joker and the fact that he uses the name Red Hood only proves that Joker made who Jason is now”.

But the thing is that THAT problem is overdone at this point and the only time it worked was the first time it was brought up and it worked because Jason shut the Joker down.

Let’s see all the times (that I remember) the Joker and Jason have had a little chat and/or the times Joker’s words actually influence Jason’s thinking and decision making.

 Under the Red Hood – Batman (1940) #649

This is the first real confrontation we get to see between Jason and Joker after Jason’s death and it is beautiful. It's absolutely amazingly written, Joker goes on and on forever about how he killed Jason about how Jason is just as bad as him but that he is also just like Batman because he hasn’t killed him yet.

“You let me live after everything I did, you couldn’t pop my balloon. You just couldn’t. The apple doesn’t tumble too far from the paterfamilias. You are just like daddy-kins”

Jason lets him talk, yes. But he absolutely destroys Joker with what he tells him next.

“You couldn’t be more wrong about me. If right were a country on earth you’d be circling on the edge of the milky way. Yeah, I let you live but like always, every damned minute of your addled, posturing, psychopathic life, you think this is about you. You’re a worm. I’ve pitched you on a hook and dropped you into the brine. And I will beat the hell out of you Pagliacci because it was too much fun not to.”

“Listen to me Joker, I’m not you. I´m nothing like you. I know what I do and I know why I do it. You, you are, clinically speaking, a whack-job. But I know a secret, a good one.”

“You are not nearly as crazy as you would like us all to believe or even as crazy as you would like to believe. It just makes it easier to justify every sick monstrous thing you’ve ever done when you play the part of the mad clown. You are crazy, bubba, but you ain’t that crazy. Look at that. I wiped a smile off of Joker’s face. I have been waiting a long time for that.”

Everything about this is perfect, Jason gives Joker no room to mess with him. Whatever the Joker had planned on saying he had to eat because Jason wasn’t playing games and he was ready for any kind of lie the Joker had ready to tell. This is Jason Todd. He won’t let the Joker get under his skin because he knows the Joker and he, also, knows better. 

Red Hood and the Outlaws (2011) #15

Here Jason comes across Joker during the “Death of the Family” event. In this issue the Joker has information about all of the members of the “Batfamily” and he uses that to mess around with each one of them, in Jason’s case he insinuates that he was present in very specific moments of his life when Jason’s father got shot, when his mother overdosed and when he was on his own before joining Batman.

Jason doesn’t quite believe that Joker was there but as the reader, we can see this sort of sense of doubt in Jason. He hesitates a few times before resolving that the Joker is playing with him.

But as far as this issue goes let’s just say that what the Joker says doesn’t get to Jason, this changes though in the issue that follows up this story.

Teen Titans (2011) #16

This is where that story continues and where Jason starts to buy the story that Joker is selling.

Joker convinces Jason that he has his father and Tim’s father and that the only way for Jason (or Tim) to save their dads is by killing the other (Jason or Tim). Tim doesn’t believe it but Jason is ready to shoot Tim almost immediately.

However, Jason changes his mind about killing Tim just as Tim comes up with a plan for them to not actually have to kill each other. Here is where Lobdell’s writing shows all of its flaws, Lobdell is so desperate to show that Jason and Tim are besties that he forgets that Jason had no reason to stop trying to kill Tim to save his shit father because it is later revealed that Jason truly believed that Joker had found his father and had him captive. It wasn’t until Tim explained his thought process as to why those men weren’t their dads that Jason just goes “you realize, of course, the only reason I didn’t kill you right off is that I knew your big brain will figure out some way out of this” HA, nice save Lobdell but I see right through your bullshit.

Jason bought what the Joker was selling and that is the beginning of Jason’s downgrade when it comes to not playing Joker’s games.

Red Hood and the Outlaws (2011) #17

Well, in this issue Lobdell goes back to Jason kinda not believing what Joker told him, and Jason asks Bruce of all people if he thinks the Joker truly “made him or not”. Bruce says that he doesn’t believe that and that he didn’t have anything to do with the man that Jason has become either. For some reason, Jason is actually happy with what Bruce said and for a couple of moments, Jason goes back to being sure that the Joker knows nothing and that he is his own man.

It doesn’t last long though. At the very end of the issue, the trap that Joker had set up in Jason’s helmet triggers and Jason gets his face fucked up with acid or something.

But that’s not all because a hologram of Joker has something to say: “you were supposed to be my masterpiece from start to finish. But you were too stubborn to stay dead. So here is what we are going to do… You’re so determined to be your own man? Fine, let’s start with a clean slate”.

Basically, the Joker insinuates once more that he had something to do with who Jason was supposed to become and that Jason isn’t truly “his own man”, This is all a setup for a very dense storyline that will be continued in this run later.

Red Hood and the Outlaws (2011) #18

In this issue, Jason is in a coma after he is dosed with that gas in the previous issue. The Joker isn’t really present in this issue but he does make an appearance as part of Jason’s “nightmare” while he is unconscious.

That’s not all though, Jason has an illusion of Ducra (someone that he appreciates a lot), telling him that “after you left the All-Castle after you went back to the world you continued to let your life be defined by the actions of that man. You became a killer, lashing out at people who may or may not have deserved it. Eventually, you will hurt all those you have cared for. In that way, how are you any different from the Joker?”.

In this statement, there is a lot of wrongs that can come from two places, either bad writing on Lobdell’s part or just Ducra telling lies as a plot point.

“Let your life be defined by the actions of that man” is a sentence that horribly simplifies Jason’s thinking during the events of UtRH, because while he did resent the Joker, his real problem was with Bruce who had not avenged his death by killing the Joker himself. Also, Jason was doing other things back then, like being a pain in the ass for Black Mask and disrupting the drug trade in Gotham as well as trying to control the drug dealing to children. So that little sentence is just a gross misinterpretation of the true events which means that Ducra was wrong, and “she” continues to be wrong when she says that there might be no difference between Jason and Joker.

Luckily Jason thinks the same because he tells “Ducra”: “…don’t you dare compare me to that monster Ducra. I am nothing like the Joker! Nothing!”

Once again please don’t be fooled by Jason’s thinking because in the next issue it turns around really fast and really bad.

Red Hood and the Outlaws (2011) #19

Just a heads up this issue has a change of writer, Lobdell isn’t writing this arc, the writer that gives us this hellish story arc is James Tynion IV.

All that talk about Jason not being affected or not believing what the Joker told him is yeeted out of the window and it’s not a fun ride.

In this issue, Roy and Kory find a Jason that doesn’t know who they are or who he, himself, is. This is because S’aru that little floaty little shit took his memories away after Jason asked him to do so, well Jason asked S’aru to erase every memory that darkness has touched (Joker) and he does that. But him doing that is apparently erasing everything which, holy shit, how messed up is that?

But let’s take a look at what Jason says before he gets his memories taken away: “Not only did the Joker almost take my face, but he tells me he might have manipulated my entire life from the beginning! Even the good is tainted by him now. I can’t do it anymore. I can’t have that kind of doubt. If you take it away, I can go on living. I can keep fighting”. So, yeah that was a pretty emo speech. But the thing here is that if Jason is asking this dude to erase every memory that has been tainted by the Joker and he erases all of them then we might be facing one of two situations, either Joker has been messing up with Jason’s life from the beginning or S’aru is just a little bitch.

We will later find out in #20 that S’aru and Ducra planned the whole thing, meaning that they took all of his memories for ulterior motives not because the Joker had actually tainted all of them.

For many issues Jason has no memories and now that I am revisiting these issues, I now remember the twisted and completely insane plot they came up with for the “League of Assassins” and Jason being the “Chosen One”, everything was happening in this run, my god, it's like they wanted Jason to be the center of every single trope in writing history.

It’s in issue #26 that Jason asks for his memories back but the Joker having tainted his memories or not isn’t important anymore to anyone, including the writer (because he is too focused on telling this messy story), Jason (because he has enough problems at the moment) and the reader (because this book makes zero sense and it changes the story and motivations every single issue).

But there is another truth to be revealed in the next issue.

Red Hood and the Outlaws (2011) #27

Jason has planned along Ducra and S’aru to give up all of his memories to be cleansed so he could defeat Ra’s Al Ghul. But (there is always a but) Ducra says this: “Your greatest enemy returned and nearly took your face away from you. And in the process, shook your sense of identity to the core” “The final battle here will take place in the Well of Sins, and with all the doubt and fear clouding your mind, it would eat you whole”.

So yeah, now we have confirmation from Ducra that Jason had indeed let what the Joker told him cloud his sense of self and made him doubt who he was and if he really was in control.

All that back and forth for these many issues just to say, yes, Jason let Joker’s words affect him.

So here it is, let Joker get in Jason’s head to build the plot of a story, fantastic, the story was a mess because it had so much information, the mischaracterizations of Roy and Kory were at their maximum potential, and in this particular story arc not only are the events of Red Hood: The Lost Days officially erased from Jason’s canon but something quite out there is added to Jason’s canon from before he was even Robin (that’s a whole different story that I won’t be talking about here).

What an insane ride this arc was. Definitely not the kind of story I enjoy in a Red Hood book but that’s just my preference.

*This whole arc was written by James Tynion IV.

Red Hood/Arsenal #11

Joker is dead during the events of this run but the person who has something to say to Jason about how the Joker made the person that he is now is Duela Dent (“Joker’s daughter”, she isn’t his daughter she just found Joker’s face somewhere and she puts it on and “becomes” crazy, she is an incredibly weird character).

She says this, “You’re a lot like dad in that way” to which Jason says “He is not my father. He’s not even your father” but Duela continues by saying. “You’re kidding yourself if you genuinely believe that. Yeah, he took your life but look what you got in its place, you ingrate. You got your freedom. You were reborn.” 

Jason doesn’t fall for it or anything of the sort but once again writers are bringing up the Joker as the maker of the Red Hood and “suggesting” that what Jason has been doing and who he has become is all thanks to Joker. The idea of Jason having no free will is still present in this narrative, even when Jason doesn’t believe it.

Red Hood/Arsenal #12

I talked too soon because in this issue Jason is having some weird thoughts.

“Funny, isn’t it, so easy to call Duela “crazy” because she wears a dead man’s face. Because isn’t that what I’m doing? Before he was the Joker, he was the Red Hood. So maybe the line between men and the Joker’s daughter is a lot thinner than I’d like to admit.”

Here he is comparing himself to Duela and to the Joker to an extent, writers often bring up the fact that Jason uses the code name that his killer once had and they have people or Jason himself questioning why he uses that name.

Personally, I don’t think there is much to build from it (at least not from the perspective of Lost Days and UtRH), it was just a joke, a morbid one if you will. He wears the mantle of the person that destroys Gotham and fills its people with fear while he is trying to control the city’s drug trade and trying to keep the people safe in his own way. And the way he wanted to do it is almost the complete opposite of the way that Batman does things.

I just think that he is being ironic and acidic about the whole thing. He has obviously moved on from the fact that Joker killed him but he has issues with the fact that Batman has yet another child working with him while the Joker is still alive. And Jason really wanted to make Bruce suffer, so him taking the name and a similar appearance to how the joker used to look is also done to get a reaction from Bruce.

I really don’t think there is any sort of connection to make between Jason and Joker beyond that, much like there is no connection between the name Nightwing and the Court of Owls. Even though Lincoln March tried to convince Dick Grayson that he chose the name Nightwing because Owls fly at night and that meant that he was supposed to become a Talon and all that Dick still didn’t believe it because he knew why he chose that name and no one can twist his reason.

Red Hood and the Outlaws (2016) #10

Finally, I can stop re-reading New 52 books, I don’t enjoy it but I have to do it if I want to talk/complain about stuff.

This one is a little different because while Jason does talk with the Joker, the Joker isn’t really there he is just part of Jason’s imagination just like the Robin Jason that he is also seeing.

In this story, Jason is helping Artemis discover who she is but he gets captured in Qurac, yup that place, and worst of all from where he is being held, he can see the place where he died. All of that is helping Jason have some very vivid memories/illusions. He does actively hold a conversation with the imaginary Joker and Robin Jason though, and he is also having a lot of thoughts that let us know how the Joker affects Jason.

“This is why it was stupid of me to come back to Qurac. Even to help Artemis, even if I thought I could handle it. Physically, I am alone, but in my head? I’m drowning in memories of the worst day of what was my very short life. The day I was murdered.”

That’s what Jason is thinking but what I write next is what Jason’s saying as he talks to the imaginary Joker.

“Not interested in replaying this over again, like I have every night of my life since it happened Joker”

So, we are told that Jason thinks about that day very often, the Joker might not be involved much in Jason’s books but he definitely has a bigger role inside of Jason’s head. They chat for a bit up until Jason decides to “kill” the Joker, he knows, of course, that it is not real but it does give him satisfaction. (If only they would have let Jason actually kill the clown for real, or at the very least chase him just to show the reader that Jason does actually want to finish the job since the Bat won’t do it himself).

Having said all that, Joker’s imaginary death doesn’t last long because Jason is trapped in his mind and the Joker is basically functioning on a loop inside of it.

That is where the problem lies in this issue because Jason is letting us know that he is still heavily influenced by what happened that day and that he hasn’t been able to walk away from it. But once more that’s not the worst thing, because all of these thoughts have led Jason to think that he (in the present and as a fifteen-year-old) is the one to blame for having ended up dead. Yeah, it is messed up.

This is what Jason says to imaginary Robin Jason, “He is never going to die, Jason. Not here. Not in my mind, not if at some point I don’t stand up and walk away from my memories. From you.”

This is a major downgrade, from the Jason that we had in UtRH because that Jason had moved on from the fact that he had been killed what he was looking for was for Batman to avenge his death. He had other things in mind as well, like I said before in this post Jason had a lot of things going on, killing Joker wasn’t his only plan.

And this situation (written by Lobdell) is also very different from what was going on in New 52 where Jason being influenced by the Joker was used to build a plot. This is just a writer letting us know that this “new version” of Jason hasn’t worked out his problems when it comes to his death and his killer. That means that we are going backward.

After he realizes that he was unconscious all that time and that he was being tortured he does get his shit together in order to get out of captivity and go help Artemis.

The Joker and that whole thing that happened in his mind aren’t mentioned again, it was just for the reader to know that Rebirth Jason has unsolved issues with his death.

Batman: Three Jokers #1

Oh yes, here we are, we have arrived to that dreaded book, awful writing gorgeous art. In this book, the “Joker made Jason as he is now” trope is at its full potential; Johns drives this hellish truck of a book at full speed into our homes and then ends it by giving us one of the worst takes on Jason Todd’s characterization ever.

But first, let’s talk about the Joker and Jason interaction in the first issue. As Jason and Barbara are left alone with the Joker that they came across moments ago the Joker begins talking because that’s what he does.

He says this, “I’m the loop-de-loop, the hamster-wheel-of-doom. The cycle of pain each one of you is trapped in. Take “Red Hood” here, for example. Have you ever wondered why he uses my former moniker? Who in their right mind would take on the identity of their killer? Am I right?”

He is obviously being a little shit on purpose and is waiting to see if somebody will take the bait. Jason is the first to talk and he says this: “I took it because I’m owning what you did to me. You made me into this. I will be your destruction”.

Congratulations Jason, you took the bait, and now Barbara will fight with you over it.

Jason raises his gun to “break the cycle” and Barbara is like “please don’t do it” and boy is Joker having the time of his life! Both of these idiots are playing his game, Johns really did both Jason and Barbara dirty with this.

Here is where THE problem with letting the Joker talk is. This Joker got under Jason’s skin in seconds and Barbara did nothing while it happened.

This is what the Joker had to say. “Let’s look at the facts here bat-people. I bashed this boy’s skull in. I killed this Robin” to which Jason says “You didn’t kill me, you only made me stronger” which is weird because the Joker did kill him so I don’t know what kinda comeback that was supposed to be but Joker wasn’t done because he continues by saying “Yes, you crawled from the shallow grave I left you in. You lived on to fight another day. Hurrah! You survived because of your tenacity! Or maybe… maybe I beat you to a bloody mess… I took you right to the edge… because I wanted to leave you alive.”

Great that’s where the clown is going, just fantastic, more of the “I made you” but that’s not all because the Joker tells Jason that him having hurt Jason wasn’t because he didn’t like Jason, it was all about Batman, Jason doesn’t matter.

But that’s not the worse thing that was written in this awful book, Geoff Johns seems to have felt that the trauma that Jason went through in the original “Death in the Family” story wasn’t enough because he decided to add something new.

That’s why the Joker says this next, “Do you recall what you said to me while I was breaking your head in with that crowbar? As your blood streamed into your eyes and your skull cracked? Because I cherish those words. I’ll always cherish them. ‘Please stop! Please! If you let me live, I’ll do anything you say. I’ll be your Robin’” “And look at you now my little “Red Hood” shooting up people and making Batman’s life miserable! You are my Robin!”

What a nightmare Johns decided to put Jason and Jason Nation through huh? I hate this, this is the worst thing that has ever been written in a Jason Todd story (although I can say that about many things that were written in this three-issue book).

Jason kills the Joker after he says all that, Barbara does (for some reason) try to stop him from doing it but luckily, she can’t stop Jason.

But here is the thing, Jason killing the Joker doesn’t make me feel as satisfied as I would have liked, and it doesn’t feel that way because Jason let Joker talk for far too long and what Joker said ended up getting in Jason’s head and messing with him.

Batman: Three Jokers #2

Yeah, there is no rest for us, Jason Nation, in this issue Jason goes looking for another Joker to kill and he finds one but he gets captured. Johns really had to get Jason naked for Joker to torture him mentally and physically? Johns is, himself, a major red flag but that’s not what I am here to talk about.

In this issue the Joker that captures Jason has the same things to say as the other one, DC writers really have no imagination when it comes to building conflict between Joker and Jason, huh?

Anyway, Joker says this, “tell me something. Why would you put on that helmet and call yourself Red Hood after what we did?” Jason of course replies “Come on, is every one of you copycats gonna ask me the same thing? It’s a joke” the answer isn’t enough for Joker (the two of them that are here with Jason) so he continues talking. “A joke? We left you with brain damage and permanent nerve pain. Physical and emotional trauma so severe that the only relief you ever find is when you inflict pain on others. You and me, boy, we’re more alike than you’d care to admit. But you know that already. You nearly died and you blame the Batman. You hate him for it. Me too. You hate him most of all don’t you?”

Now, here is the thing, that whole thing is bullshit, none of it makes sense. From Jason having permanent nerve pain to Jason hating Batman the most, everything is a lie. And my confusion here is that I don’t know if I have to feel like Joker is doing it on purpose to be a little bitch or if Geoff Johns was on crack when he wrote this and he had actually never heard of Jason Todd in his life before.

The whole thing is a mess, it feels like he is writing Jason from an origin and story that we never read. I don’t know how to explain it, but the whole thing feels cheap, it’s a cheap trope and it’s a cheap take on who Jason Todd is, was, and will be.

The nightmare doesn’t end Jason Nation because these two Jokers have something else in mind, you see, if they said that they made the Red Hood when they killed Jason the first time, maybe if they kill him this time then he could possibly come back as the Joker. Yeah, this book did nothing for Jason.

Let’s make something clear, Jason does NOT hate Batman/Bruce for not being able to save him, he hates the fact that Batman/Bruce didn’t kill the Joker to avenge him. That simple thing doesn’t exist in Three Jokers and that’s why things like the ones that happen next are allowed to happen in this story.

Bruce and Barbara find Jason and when Bruce asks if he is okay Jason just goes berserk, he says: “Am I all right? What do you think Bruce?! You did this to me. You put me on this path. And I do hate you for it. For leaving me in the dirt. Replacing me one Robin after another without a thought.”

This, everybody is what you get when you mix bad writing with Jason being mentally manipulated by the Joker.

It's a shame that Jason is being treated this way at this point in time, in a book that came out in 2020 when Jason was able to shut the clown up with a knife and a couple of words back in 2005. What a downgrade.

At the end of this issue, Jason is safe and recovering but he still is in the same mindset, he says, “What the Joker said about how I’ve been on the path to being like them for years… they are not wrong. I don’t want to be like them though. I really don’t.”

It’s like a never-ending wheel of pain with this book. Jason is talking to Barbara when he says that and he is trying to look for comfort in her. And here is where the Jason/Barbara subplot begins and I only bring this up because something that happens in the next issue is based on the kiss that Barbara gave Jason but then was like “that doesn’t mean anything, I was just trying to comfort you”. Johns shouldn’t be allowed to write Barbara and Jason ever again.

Batman: Three Jokers #3

It’s in this issue that we find out the big subplot that Johns has prepared for Jason, are you ready for it? Yup, Jason should stop being the Red Hood because if he keeps it up, he will eventually become the Joker.

I know, I know! Jason would never stop being Red Hood, he is not on a path to become the Joker, that’s crazy! Jason’s Red Hood is a character on its own and he is amazing and just because he has different morals from Batman doesn’t mean that he is a bad guy! Right?...

“I’ll give up being Red Hood for us. I can be something else. Or I can be just Jason.”

To this day I cannot believe that those words supposedly were written by Jason Todd to Barbara Gordon after Barbara rejected him three times. The level of “what the fuck is this” is incredibly high with this one…

This whole book was a mess and I am so glad that it didn’t last longer.

Anyway, that’s it. In conclusion, Jason didn’t let the Joker get under his skin the first time they interacted after he came back from the dead but later when DC decided that UtRH was just too good of a book they came up with stories where Joker does get under Jason’s skin and Jason becomes convinced that he has no free will (or at the very least he doubts his free will) when it comes to him becoming his own man.

As I have said before, that for Jason Todd is a major downgrade. And it's one of the many things that hurts Jason’s characterization in current comics.

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Arvin Russell - The right time

SO YEAH I SAW THE DEVIL ALL THE TIME AND I LOVED IT!! My opinion about it is at the end! In case you haven’t seen it and you still want to read this, you can skip it by not looking at the A/N. Let me know what you think about the film in the comments, please! Or just message me! I’m feeling like writting about him, so please 

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Plot: Arvin’s father always told him to wait for the right time, and he thought it was the only right way to do things. Now, when you’ve been hurt because of him, he’s ready to take the matters into his own hands.

WARNINGS: TDATT SPOILERS. Mentions of rape. Murder. 

Arvin didn’t know if the preacher had heard him or not coming in, because he hadn’t turned around to look at him. If anything, that only made him angrier. He was sure that if he had heard him and looked at him, he wouldn’t have spared him another glance. Because Arvin Russell wasn’t of his interest, not because of the money and the gender. The last thought made him tighten his grip around the gun, willing himself not to shoot him before the right time.

Since Lenora’s death, he had been waiting for the right time. That was what his father told him; to wait for the right time, and then to avenge yourself. He had been doing pretty good with that mantra, or at least most of the times. Arvin had followed the preacher to his house and to his adventures with young women. He had watched as he fucked a young girl from Lenora’s class and then went back to his wife, scoffing when dinner wasn’t ready and urging her to satisfy him when bed time arrived. He had held his gun tight to his chest, knowing the right time would eventually come; and then, he had hated his father more than ever, because listening to him had almost caused another precious death.

“Arvin!” his grandma called from downstair. Quickly, he closed the notebook where he was keeping track of the preacher’s actions. “Boy, Mr. Y/L/N is here!”

Arvin frowned at the mention of your father. You had known each other for your whole life, so he knew your family story; that your mother had left you after promising your father that she would leave her adventurous life when she got pregnant. She left with some young man that was going to travel the world, and your father had locked himself up in a unbreakable shell, forgetting about his eleven’s years old daughter.

Not once he had seen your father outside your house, you being in charge of dropping food and money for him. Not matter how many times Arvin had tried to convince you that you would be better on your own. Even living with him, once your relationship wasn’t just friends anymore. But you had just shook your head softly and told him that you couldn’t leave him, not yet.

So it was strange that it was your father and not you who was knocking on his door. He had agreed to meet you that morning to show you finally what he was on lately, since he couldn’t hide anything; but you hadn’t come, with the excuse of visiting Lenora’s grave once more. You were her best friend, so after offering to go with you, he agreed on meeting you at night.

Briefly, he looked to the box where you two were saving a bit of your earnings for your life together. He doubted your father knew about it, so he got up and walked down the stairs.

“Here he is” Emma smiled at him. “Well, I’m leavin’ you to it. I’m in the kitchen”

“Arvin” your father called his name, voice croaked from not using it. “God, you’re a man now”

Arvin gave your father a small smile. The man, once handsome, broad and tall, was now hunched shadow. He had a several days long beard, skinny arms and wide clothes. Mr Y/L/N was hiding his hands behind his body, only making him look worse. Still, Arvin extended one hand and offered him a shake, greeting him.

“I’m – uh, sorry, you didn’t have to come down. But Emma started calling you before I could explain” he gave him an awkward chuckle.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Y/L/N. Is there… anything I can help with?”

“Is Y/N here?”

The question caught Arvin off guard, because usually you spent days in Arvin’s house and your father didn’t notice as long as there was food on the fridge. Lately, the man had been doing an effort of getting better, and some nights you had told Arvin how he had attempted to cook for you. From there to wondering where you were there was a huge step, and for a second Arvin tried to sniffle for any track of alcohol. There was none.

“Usually, I wouldn’t really care but, you know – getting better and all” he tried to explain himself. “She spends most of the time here, so I thought that maybe she’s around? I haven’t seen her since yesterday’s afternoon”

The last part caught Arvin attention. He talked with you last time before starting yesterday’s shift, which was before noon. And you told him you were going to spend the rest of the day with your father, and that the next morning you intended to pay Lenora a visit. He hadn’t worried about it, because he had been busy and trusted you to take care of yourself. But if you hadn’t slept on your house, then there was something to worry about.

“She… Y/N told me she was goin’ to spend the mornin’ in the graveyard” Arvin mumbled.

“Oh, she went yesterday after you left her home” he explained, making Arvin’s blood run cold. “I had things to do so she told me she’d go and then pay you a visit”

Your father said something else, but Arvin wasn’t listening anymore. There was another person he had missed last night; the preacher, who usually went home somewhere near eight, didn’t appear until very much later. He knew because he had been waiting outside his house, watching his wife sitting in front of a cold dinner with tears on her eyes. He had thought nothing of it at first, but now, he choked on his breath knowing what could have happened.

Arvin’s body collided with your father when he walked past him and ran out of the house, hearing the man calling out for him. His grandma also looked through the kitchen window, screaming his name before Arvin disappeared into the field that went to the town’s graveyard.

Thinking about it, Arvin knew it was like finding a needle in a haystack. Knockemstiff was full of sinners, bad people and wicked intentions. Even if you didn’t go to highschool no more and worked to provide to your father, Arvin had had to deal with a few men who thought you were available, whether you wanted or not. There were a lot of people who could have hurt you, a lot of reasons why you didn’t go back home last night, and none of them made sense in his head.

You knew how to defend yourself, you had a car that could help you to escape any delicate situation, and you never got lost. Not once you had wandered off without telling anyone, not even your father. Even if he wasn’t listening or paying attention, you always told him where you were going.

Thoughts ran past his mind at the same time Arvin ran past his neighbours and cars, trying not to collide with anyone but finding it difficult, since he couldn’t see much past his oncoming tears. Loosing Leonora had been one thing. His sister, his family and the person he had fought nail and tooth to protect for so many years. He had been waiting for the right moment to avenge her, to put a bullet in between the preacher’s eyes, or maybe a few. One for every second she had suffered hanging from that rope.

And he swore, that if he had had anything to do with your disappearance, there wouldn’t be an inch of his body untouched by the bullets.

He wasn’t as late as he could have been, he guessed. The police was warned, a group of villagers offered to help, and Arvin himself kept running in circles around the graveyard for the whole day. Even Grandma, who wasn’t in the best shape, had helped into the search. And she had been the one who had found you, maybe because she had just this woman-ly instinct or because God had wanted it to be a woman who found your naked, bruised body and not some sinful man.

Arvin had arrived then – and sure, you were alive, recovering in his room because he didn’t want to leave your side ever again, barely saying a word and healing from the bruised kidney. But you weren’t fine, you weren’t smiling at Arvin and cradling his head when he lost his track. It had been obvious what had happened that day, why it had taken Arvin a few hours to find each piece of your clothes and where the bruises around your thighs came.

Your father had dissapeared again, locking himself in his room and forgetting about his daughter once more. But Arvin had been there every second for the past week, getting you to eat what you could and holding you tight through the nightmares. 

The bench he was sitting on creaked under his fingers when Arvin thought about your sobs, how your tried to hide beside him when last week you complained about Virginia heat. The preacher looked back to Arvin, who wasn’t visible because of the cap.

“Excuse me, preacher” Arvin’s voice didn’t waver. “You got time for a sinner?”

Upon hearing Arvin’s voice, and knowing it wasn’t anyone from his interest – a girl – he turned around and motioned for him to keep going. It wasn’t any more about Lenora´s death, because Arvin would have had enough with killing him. Maybe making him suffer for a bit, making him feel the desperation of knowing death was the only answer. Now, however, Arvin wanted to cut off every inch of skin that had touched yours.

“Go ahead” preacher Teagardin told him, going back to his lecture.

Arvin took his time, talking about everything that the preacher had done of thought about since he put a foot in Knockemstiff. He talked about how the preacher forced his wife to please him late at night, how he ordered her around as if she was just a servant. He talked about how he liked young girls, those who were innocent enough that didn’t have to be forced, just manipulated. About the pregnancy, and how he cowered away once his decisions had repercussions.

He watched from behind his cap how the preacher left the book on the bench, his eyes widening in size as he realised the sins Arvin was talking about were his. He turned around finally, locking eyes with Arvin, but not recognizing him. Why would he, though, since everything he looked at were Arvin’s precious girls. First his sister, and now his girl. As he continued, he shifted the gun on his lap, wanting to end his story before blowing his brains out.

“And there is this other girl. She ain’t like the rest, cause she doesn’ fall for the lies. So I decided to approach her when she was alon’, kicked her head open and brought her to the back of my car. Forcer her and left her in the woods” Arvin’s finished. “Didn’ care if she was a ‘right or not. Just fucked her good and left her to die”

“Who are you, boy?” the preacher chuckled awkwardly, getting up. “Why don’t you take off your cap?”

“She was found, thankfully. Naked, bruised, unconscious. She doesn’t talk no more, just cries” Arvin’s voice was full of venom, finally taking off his cap. “But I don’ care, cause I ain’t responsible for that neither”

The preacher went to jump forward, maybe hoping to kill Arvin, scare him away or knock him unconscious. If it came to Arvin’s word against his, probably just a few people would believe Arvin; but the truth would come out eventually, and both of them knew it. No one would ever know what the preacher would have done then, because true to his word, Arvin Russell didn’t leave an inch of the preacher’s skin untouched from the bullets.

-

Later that night, Arvin walked into his dark room, knowing it would be his last night in Knockemstiff. He still didn’t have a plan, didn’t have a way to leave without being chased or hurting his family. For that night, he was just a scared boy whose responsibilities would have to wait.

He climbed into the room through the window, not making any noise and avoiding his grandma and grand uncle. If they didn’t know he was there that night, they wouldn’t have anything against the police; they would be safe. They would be just fine with the money he was leaving behind, probably a bit tight but enough to have a good life. The next problem, however, was harder. He let you nest against him when he crawled into bed, let you hide your face against his neck and not talk for another night of what happened that day. Not that there was much to talk, because it wouldn’t happen again.

Not knowing if you heard him or not, Arvin told you what he had done. Tears ran down his cheeks when he told you how he couldn’t stop pulling the trigger on him, how he would do it again and again, and how he felt guilty about not doing it sooner. The same as your father, he expected you not to hear a word of what he had said. But you surprised him when your shaky, thin hand made its way to his cheek and made him look at you.

“You can’t say anything, Arv” your whispered, the pale cheeks a contrast with your hard voice. “We need to run away”

“W-we?” Arvin frowned, confused. “You can’t – darlin’, I-I can’t… you and, uh, we –“

“You’re not leaving without me, Arvin Russell”

For the first time in a week, you pressed your lips against him. He had almost forgotten how it felt to have something good, not just rage and pain. Arvin let more tears fall as he slowly cradled the back of your head, not wanting to move in case it would end. It didn’t last longer, anyway; soon, you were tearing away. But rather than just cuddling his side, you laid your head against his shoulder and hug his middle.

He had thousands of thoughts that he wanted to say. That he was sorry, for not telling you sooner what he was doing and for not taking better care of you. That he should have taken care of the preacher on the begging, and not trusting on the advice of someone who killed himself in front of their kid. But he didn’t say anything, just hug you close, knowing there was no way he would leave the town without you.

Because together, everything felt like the right time.

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A/N (my opinion on tdatt):

So, WOW. I saw it last night because I don’t have Netflix, so I had to meet a friend to watch it. And it was - wow. The way Tom Holland and Robert Pattinson go out of their way to work their accents and roles is amazing. Even though I hate the preacher’s character (who doesn’t), I loved how Robert works with him and makes him his. He’s always an amazing actor, but this time he outdid himself!

And Tom... Well, he got me with the first word he said. That part when he’s with Lenora and gets beaten up... and then, the way he avengers her from the bullies is amazing. I also loved watching how he had a relationship with a fem character that wasn’t romantical. He showed every emotion, thought and action with just his face, and I love him for it.

I don’t think it’s a film that should be seen just becuase he’s in it. It’s amazing, breath-taking and beautiful. I love this kind of films, but if you don’t is understable. It’s quite violent and can tigger anybody. Still, I’ll give it 8/10 - becuase I would have loved to see more of other characters! Message me if you want to talk about it