#out of all the guardians getting fucked up

[imomnba-x07]

i hate the thunderbolts being the new avengers and i side with sam since i saw the post credit scene (i didn't even like the movie tbh) but i wanted to ask one thing.

when you said "Kamala isn’t assembling a team of child traffickers, murderers, and self centered people unlike a certain other team. Kamala is assembling people that Sam would also choose in a heart beat" are u talking about all the characters in the group? i agree the kamala team is going to be better than the "new avengers" cause they are not going to work with the gov. however, hating the thunderbolts doesn't mean (at least to me) that we have to pretend ppl like yelena and bucky weren't murderers because they had to. ava was a victim too suffering since she was a child.

my problem with the new avengers (other than they shouldn't be avengers) is that they are going to redeem characters like red guardian and walker. red guardian should have died imo and the thunderbolts should have stayed the thunderbolts and help sam's avengers in doomsday like the guardians did in infinity war.

I know you probably mean well but im sorry I can’t take anyone seriously who feels the need to be like “but you don’t mean Yelena Bucky and Ava, right🥺?” We shouldn’t have to constantly declare the recognized victimhood of these characters in order to hate on the team as a whole. Everyone knows they were brainwashed and exploited. Can we move on?

With that being said. “Murderers and child traffickers” mainly refers to Walker and Alexei sure, but when Yelena and Ava were free from their brainwashing, what did they do? They turned right around and continued to do acts of violence for a pay check. I get that it’s the only skill they know, but that doesn’t make it excusable.

“self centered people” refers to ALL of them.

Prior victims of human experimentation should know better than anyone why letting Val walk free was the absolute WORST thing they could have done. She faces no repercussions and got off scott free to continue heading the CIA. And every member of the thunderbolts team was complicit in that.

What makes that choice incredibly selfish and self serving is that they did not let Val walk free out of the goodness of their hearts. No, they let her walk because they wanted shiny tech toys and a cushy set up. “We own you” means nothing when Val can still easily do all the illegal shit she was doing behind closed doors, not when the thunderbolts are now under government control and have to do what they are ordered to. Their actions were selfish because it completely ignores any of Val’s victims in order to serve their own interests. Which they didn’t need by the way, a group of highly skilled assassins could have absolutely made do on their own if they truly cared about helping people, they did not need government support, they wanted it. And that makes them incredibly selfish when it goes against not only their own histories but completely ruins any relationships outside of the thunderbolts that these characters had.

Nat, Sam, and Steve fought against the government having any control over the avengers, and when Bucky and Yelena completely disregard everything their loved ones fought for in order to serve their own interests? That’s selfish.

When Bucky lets Val, the woman who targeted Wakanda and its vibranium (the very people that out of the kindness of their hearts helped free Bucky of his programming) walk free, he not only disrespects people he should be indebted to for life, but he also does it to benefit himself. That’s selfish.

When the thunderbolts demand that they be recognized as the new avengers for saving the day ONE time and believe they have the moral standing because they have government backing and show little to no regard for Sam Wilson (THE MAN WHO HELPED BUILD THE VERY LEGACY THEY FEEL DELUSIONALLY ENTITLED TO) they put their own interests first to feed their own need for desperate approval.

That’s. Fucking. Selfish.

[justevelynnnn]

Just helping a friend

Summary: Rex had offered to “help” you out after you broke up with Mark. So, now you’re at his door at 2am.

Pairing: Rex Splode x Fem!Reader

Warnings: MDNI🔞, Smut, oral (male receiving), PiV, cûmshot mentioned, profanity

A/N: This is my first Rex fic. We love Rex over here. He’s so cocky I love it. I also need him carnally.

Anyways, the reader is implied to be part of the guardians and has powers but it’s not specified what kind so go crazy. Also, Mark kinda sucks in this universe.

You didn’t know why the fuck you were here.

This was just so stupid.

You broke up with Mark a month ago and you were having dick withdrawals a week in.

Rex noticed when he saw you looking stressed one day and joked about “helping you”, but you just told him to piss off. Called him a man whore and to get out of your face.

He laughed and just told you that you knew where to find him.

Whatever.

Right?

Okay, then why were you here? Knocking at his door at fucking 2am? In a long tshirt with no panties on?

You couldn’t even answer when he opened the door and you really couldn’t say anything when he stood there smirking either. Hell, you wanted to slap him and run off, but who were you kidding. At this point, a dick is a dick.

“So……” He started. You could tell he wanted you to admit you needed him.

You weren’t gonna beg.

He looked half asleep, hair down which was a rare slight in itself, and loose pjs that just consisted of a shirt and shorts. The hair being down though almost made your heart skip a beat.

“So, nothing. Let me in.” You muttered, but he didn’t move.

“Nuh-uh! Tell me why you’re here baby.” He teased while he crossed his arms and leaned close to your face. You just wanted to slap him. So, so bad.

“Rex. Let me make this clear. I’m not gonna beg you, and you should be happy i’m even considering this shit. Don’t make me change my mind.”

He scoffed and stepped aside. “Fine. But don’t forget you came to me.”

You walked in his room as he closed the door and immediately took notice of all the empty soda cans, dirty clothes and posters of half naked women on his walls. And then the smell of weed hit your nose. You knew robot would freak if he saw the state of this room and almost giggled.

“Um, your room sucks.” You say dryly. You wanted to avoid jumping to the point on why you were here, but you could tell you wouldn’t be able to stall for long with how he was looking at you.

“Wanna know what else sucks?”

You almost didn’t answer. But out of curiosity…

“What.”

“That mouth in a minute.” He smiled a shit eating grin. Your heart fluttered but you ignored it.

“Die.” You spat and immediately pretended to get ready to leave but he stopped you.

“Okay, okay…I’m sorry. Dick move…wrong kind of dick move anyways.”

“Stop with the jokes Rex. Are you gonna be serious about this is or not?”

“Yeah, yeah…”

You stood by his bed and looked around once more. You wondered if it would really be worth it. You prayed it wouldn’t cause Rex to get the wrong idea too. You guys were just friends. Just friends…

“So…you probably know why i’m here…”

“For a dick appointment.” He said smiling again.

You rolled your eyes.

“This means nothing. I swear it Rex.” You pointed at him to make a point and tried to look stern, but, god, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want him to hurry up and satisfy this itch inside you.

He didn’t say anything for a minute but just kept smiling.

“Rex!”

“I know, geez. I won’t tell anyone.”

“Well, swear it then. Or you don’t get this. I don’t care, I know you’ve been trying to fuck me since forever.” You sighed. That last part was a fib. You didn’t know that but it sure felt like it sometimes.

“I swear I won’t tell anyone. And, i know it doesn’t mean shit when we’re done.” He dramatically expressed, hand on his heart and all.

“Just sex?”

“Yup.”

“Okay….” You sighed.

Now this is the awkward part…getting to the sex.

“Soooo…”

“This was your idea, dude.” You crossed your arms and looked at the ground. Looking into his eyes were impossible now.

He shifted towards you, but you still refused to look at him. Once in front of you he put a hand on your shoulder so you could kneel in front of him and suddenly a strong hand lifted your head and you were looking into his eyes once more. They looked different oddly enough. Already clouded with lust. Who was this?

“I think we should put this pretty mouth to work first…”, he mumbled softly. His gazed shifted towards your lips as a finger slipped inside and honestly who were you not to suck it? At this point why not?

It was hard to ignore his growing bulge especially when it was right in front of your face. It was harder not to palm it through his loose pj shorts.

You started sucking his finger eagerly as you looked into his eyes. The more you rubbed his clothed cock, and the more he bit his lip and groaned.

He pulled his finger out of your mouth slowly, and you let a “pop” sound out. He didn’t take his eyes off of you while he moved to pull his shorts and boxers down simultaneously. His gazed shifted towards on you was heavy as you proceeded to yank off your shirt to reveal you bare chest to him. Really it was all of you that was bare since it was the only thing you had on. He groaned.

He stroked himself slowly to the sight. “Fuck.”

“You like what you see?” You teased cupping your breasts.

“Are you kidding me? When wouldn’t I?”

You giggle as you leaned forward to wrap a hand around him. He fits in your hand almost perfectly, nice and thick. A prominent vein runs up the side beautifully and his flushed tip is already oozing with pre.

“I hate how pretty your dick is.” You whined before licking the underside slowly. Then you licked and teased his tip a bit earning you a delicious, deep moan. Rex never responded to this but a hand held the back of your head as you started to suck gently. You wasted no time blowing him just to hear him more.

If you knew this is the only way to shut Rex up you would’ve suck him off ages ago.

You started to deep throat him over time while you rubbed in his thighs. Your jaw was starting to ache after a while and your throat was tired. He was big enough to hit the back of your throat each time.

You looked up at him a few times and each time he was looking right back at you. Face reddened, but his eyes filled with hunger and desire. He watched you intensely as you tried to give him the best head ever. He watched as spit dripped from your chin and how your pretty eyes watered.

This ordeal didn’t last long. He started to damn near face fuck you as he got closer to finishing, and you had to pull away. You felt him twitching in your mouth and after being with Mark you knew it meant he was going to finish very, very soon.

“Hey, I did not agree to swallowing cum tonight.” You blinked at him. He just groaned, most likely out of frustration, but said nothing.

You got on the bed and you both moved silently. You noted Rex’s lack of immature jokes and jabs since starting this. His new serious persona almost gave you butterflies. You’re were so used to him just cracking jokes, but now…now he’s so focused on you. All of you. The way you moved. The way each curve of your body was on you.

His bed creaks as he gets on top of you. A quick wet kiss is pressed against your neck then another on your collarbone. He kissed you like you were fragile. Big hands hold you in place on each side of your hips.

“You ready?” He asked huskily.

You felt heat rush to your face as you realized what you were about to do. His warm body caged you in and his half lidded eyes anchored down on the soft messed up sheets on his bed. He truly was eyeing you down like you were some goddess. Something divine. He made you feel seen in a way Mark never did and it was weird. You didn’t even like Rex, hell he annoyed the fuck out of you.

But something about him now…

You just nodded and wrapped your arms around him. You felt him probe against you and you mentally prepared yourself though your head still swam. You felt as he inched in slowly. A sigh left both of your lips. Fuck, you needed this.

He gave you a second to get used to him and his size. It’s been a minute. 5 weeks and 3 days to be exact. You couldn’t stop looking at him though. While the eye contact felt intense there was something about him that was different and you couldn’t pin point what. Not yet anyway.

He started moving again a minute or so later after you gave him the go ahead. His hips immediately found a good rhythm as he thrusted into you at a deep but steady pace. You were already a mess. You felt every inch of him once he bottomed out and it felt like heaven. Moans escaped your lips over and over with each slam of his hips. This was a fucking a girl would fantasize over.

You back was arching minutes in, forcing your chest to press against his. Both of you were sweaty and aching but driven by pleasure. His pants and quiet whines fill your ears, making your pussy clench around him. Swears come out and your name falls from his lips like hushed prayers. The sound of him sliding in and out of you only get slicker, wetter, as time went on. It almost wasn’t enough. You didn’t just want him in you, you wanted him in your soul. But that was something you’d take to your grave.

He suddenly pulls out of you flips you over so you were on your hands and knees now, a hand pushing on your back so your ass arched in the air. You whined as a finger teased you.

“Beg.” A quiet, deep voiced command. You bit your lip. You hated how he sounded and how bad it turned you on. How one word made your thighs tremble and your hole clench around nothing.

“Pl-please, Rex.” You whined softly, eyes flicked over his toned body. “Please, please fuck me. Take me. I need it. I need you. Rex…”

A growl. Almost animalistic.

This just couldn’t be Rex anymore.

Regardless, he’s satisfied with your begging and pushes in. It’s even better than went he went in the first time. The new angle has you open mouth moaning. You started getting too loud, breaking an unspoken rule between you two since obviously others were in the building and could hear, so he pushed your face into the pillow. And fuck, did it reck of him. A slight hint of musk, ash, weed, and axe body spray.

His hands, still on the sides of your hips, grip tighter. He was close.

This thrusts were sloppier and he was chanting your name a million times. He kept saying how good your pussy was, how he loved the way your ass moved when it met him. Other murmurs of loving this….you? You probably heard that last part wrong. Head in a pillow and all. But who cared what he said as long as he didn’t stop. You never expected him to fuck this good. Never.

Your orgasm has been creeping up on you. Slowly, like the way a predator stalks prey. And just like when it catches the pray, sudden and quick, that’s exactly how you came. You let out a muffled loud whine from the pillow to warn him and he encouraged you to “cum all over his big, fat cock”.

You weren’t going to argue.

You shook hard and clenched him harder. You body locked. You haven’t came this good and ages. Rex continued to fuck into you but more sloppily. Your body was still shaking from the aftermath when you felt him twitch inside of you. Part of you prayed he didn’t finish inside.

“Fuck, fuck—please, fuck, ahh~” He breathed.

Quickly, he pulled out of you and you felt multiple hot spurts of him meet your back and ass. It was all over you. He came with another growl followed by obscene swearing.

“Holy shit.”

You fell on the bed after all was done. You just couldn’t hold yourself up anymore.

Finally, after you both caught your breath, he wiped you down with some piece of clothing. Probably a shirt. You lifted your head from your pillow to see it was fucking yours.

Okay, the mood was killed.

“Rex-” you whined tiredly.

“What?” Rex smirked still almost hungry. “You won’t be needing it anymore tonight anyways…”

You wanted to ask what the hell that meant, but you were still catching your breath. Your heart still was beating frantically from the height of what just happened.

He finally laid down with you as you rolled on your back, still processing the fact you just fucked Rex. Because you needed dick that bad. And of top of it all, you enjoyed it like crazy.

“Soooo…am I good or what? Better than Mark? Hmm?” Rex said in his usual playful tone. He laid a hand on yours gently. You didn’t know what it meant, what it could mean now.

“Ugh, shut up.” You gave him a weak laugh, wincing a bit from soreness as you sat up a bit. He laughed back. It was warm. Full of something you couldn’t explain.

You guys sat in silence for a bit. Still naked and clammy. Rex was notably still half hard and you wondered how he wasn’t tired yet. You wondered what this meant for him, sure it was silly because he probably didn’t care, but what if he did? What if you did? There were looks he gave you that did not say “Hey, I’m just fucking you as a favor”. No. It said something deeper. Something he was probably too scared to say, and something you were definitely even more scared to hear.

The drama if you two got together. Especially, this close after breaking up with Mark. The idea of it…it genuinely almost made you sick.

But you noticed how he’d look at you sometimes. When you looked down because Mark bailed on another date, he lifted your spirits with his usual jokes and had that look in his eye when you finally laughed. Or when you got hurt to the point of ending up in the hospital. He was there, by your bed, with that look again. Something soft. Something yearning. Desire. When Mark left, he was there. Always there.

So, when he jokingly pitched the idea of “a dick appointment” to you after you broke up with Mark part of you wanted to throw up. He said it would mean nothing, no strings attached. Just a friend helping a friend. Heh, yeah..

You looked at him quietly in the dim room. And, you finally really looked at him.

He looked at you the same. The smirk was gone. His expression unreadable.

A seed was planted tonight and you were terrified of what it will bloom into.

[jaxrants]

So uhhh, little update on how things are going..

TW: slight vent, m*th mention, drug use, bad mom, bad guardians, age regression, jealousy, I think that's it, please let me know if not

So for those that don't know, I'm living with my grandparents on my stepdads side now because my mom had m*th in her system (again) when we went to court, I'm going to school now, but I sit in a computer room all day, so there really is no sense in me going when I can just do the work at home. My anxiety shit is getting a little better, then immediatly getting worse. My case worker has to give me a full psychological exam, sign me up for therapy, and just it's a whole lot of shit and the damn trauma assessment person is the one that's demanding all of this, so apparently I'm a whole lot more traumatized that I had originally thought.

Onto some things about me and Val:

I am getting more and more attached to her. I can't sleep unless we're otp, and most of the time, unless she hums to me I can't fall asleep. I might be a bit more of an age regressor than I had originally thought. I fully regressed to just baby talk a couple nights ago after a really rough anxiety attack. I'm so fucking happy she loves me. If she didn't, I don't know what I'd do. I'm so fucking happy with her (when my anxiety isn't being a bitch and causing questioning and shit) and I couldn't imagine my life without her. She graduates soon, and she's planning on finding work so that hopefully soon she'll be able to buy us a place and get me out of here. I plan on trying to help as soon as I possibly can. I have also realized just how jealous both me and Val can get too. She doesn't like any of my friends, and I don't like how she talks to one of them. Kassandra is someone who's been super nice to me, but I don't like her and Val talking. I worry Val will end up preferring her over me, as her and Kassandra are close, if not the exact same age, and I'm younger than both of them.

The whole sich with my dad:

He's still trying to get partial custody of me. He and my stepmom send me lots of gifts and stuff. He got me a computer and gave me 50 bucks for my birthday and miss sam just keeps buying me things. She just recently got me a whole lot of nail polish, a Cirkul thermos, and some other stuff. They're really cool.

Living with my grandparents:

It's honestly not all that fun. They constantly force me to go to school when I don't feel well (my voice was completely changed because of some sort of sickness and the still forced me to go), and I had a really bad panic attack at school, they still forced me to go back the next day. When we first got here, grandma had a TV from my uncle mike (from before he passed) and she stuck it in my sisters room at first, then gave it to me. Well, she took it last night because I don't leave my room often and because I don't let my sisters in here to watch it often. Like damn, I'm not being stengy, I'm just having a rough time and want to be alone. So I can no longer watch tv or listen to music when I'm playing like roblox and yandere sim on my computer (it makes the games laggy if I play it from my computer, and I use my phone to text Val, so I can't use it to listen to the music) and it essentially fucked up my entire system of listening to music/watching TV on it, playing/doing school work on my computer, and texting Val using my phone (or using my computer to text Val if I'm playing something on my phone)

School:

So far, I've made around about 10/15 "friends" (I don't know them all that well but say "Hi" if I see them) and lost 1 close friend that I made. (He was really creepy and touchy when I was going though that panic attack at school. At first, I thought that was just how he was with his friends, but it was later determined by his other friends that he was being really weird as he usually doesn't like being touched. He was like rubbing up and down my spine and my side but going just a little too far down. And he grabbed my face [in a way I'd only be comfortable with Val holding my face] and glanced down to my lips one time. I was honestly terrified he was going to try to kiss me. Both me and Val found it weird, and she no longer wanted me talking to him, so I don't).

I'm quite sure that's about everything. OH!! And I'm supposed to be being taken to get my hair cut and dyed here soon. We're doing black with like lilac or lavender, I haven't decided how I want the colors split yet, so if y'all have an idea or something, please lmk.

@purpleeggyboi @salem-the-puppet @blooming-skeleton @luciluck2046 @beecha @caretaleandotherstuff @evry1h8s-me

[starliteonearth]

You know, I think Mark was right when he said he had more than just a highschool crush on Eve cause remember, he completely freaked out and got this extra burst of strength out of nowhere that blew everything away when that alien leader held her at gunpoint back in season 1. And I don't think a little crush was motivating him that much. It was serious.

[buildoblivion]

i think the reason why thunderbolts works so well is that the team is like 80% legacy heroes/ knock off avengers but they’re all old enough to remember when princess diana died

[epiphainie]

this is one of those fic ideas i wanted to write for every ship i've ever been into so it will probably never happen but i'd like to have a silly story with 40 yo, single, lonely tommy kinard who's been down on his luck all his life - like i'm talking ridiculous levels of mom dying at childbirth, dad being terrible, horrifically unfortunate experience of the military, a series of failed jobs, a series of failed relationships, friendships never sticking for long, risks he takes always going south, somehow getting paper cuts through chainmail gloves, missing the bus while trying to avoid his daily encounter with the neighbor's dog etc. - one day opening the door of his downtrodden studio apartment to this beautiful man who stands there like a fucking angel. who looks at tommy with big apologetic eyes, red cheeks of shame, and twiddling thumbs of guilt and stutters, "so, uhm, i wish you didn't have to learn it this way but hi, i'm the guardian angel who, as it turns out, misplaced your files about four decades ago, and so uhm it just resurfaced, haha, and like yeah, i've been banished here for penance. i'll take the couch, it's fine."

[h0use-fly]

i love neurotransmitters with positive associations

[pa-pa-plasma]

genuinely not kidding when I say that Tears of the Kingdom is not only a bad Zelda game, it's just a bad game in general. it's inaccessible to casual gamers who previously could play Zelda games because of their structure. there is virtually no plot, & what little plot there is sucks ass, is predictable in a bad way, & doesn't make any fucking sense, with the absolute lack of emotional reactions from the characters making it all the worse. the references are only there to distract from the absolute nothingness, despite a main timeline Zelda title being the perfect game to have them as a type of storytelling (what happened to Skyloft??). the sky islands are just rocks with nothing on them except fruit, or maybe a chest if you're lucky. the underground is a walking in the dark simulator. the overworld is the exact same shit as in Breath of the Wild & I already explored that twice so why do it again. the caves are pointless. they didn't add much to the game besides that (the shrines & towers are just reskinned, do not fool yourself) & what they did add is just more sidequests to fill the gaps between the bits of non-existent plot. the dungeons suck. the boss battles are okay which is just sad for a Zelda game. it's just a $90 DLC & if that doesn't explain why I'm so mad about this idk what the fuck will. maybe the fact that this "new formula" is a severe step down from the old one, where you had an actual full fucking puzzle game to play with an actual fucking characters & a story that wasn't just more MCU "cameo! reference!!" bullshit

[stormingfrost]

Anyway I changed my mind about not posting shipping stuff. Jack and Shadowbent had something. The wolf and the shepherd. Change my mind.

[orcelito]

Ok I kind of am glad to have given this Isobu arc a chance. I'm not entirely sold on the Guren and Yuukimaru stuff, but I'm getting to see a lot more of the minor characters I don't usually see. INCLUDING so many female characters!!!!! Started off with Hinata, then Sakura, and now Ino, Shizune, AND Tenten are all here!!! Five female characters active in one arc!!! Practically unheard of for Naruto!!!! Plus Guren makes 6 I guess, though I don't really like how they're like "here's a Ruthless Woman who thinks of nothing except becoming one with Orochimaru!!!! ...except now here's a child, and after just a few days her Motherly Instincts are thawing her heart!!!!!! She's not so ruthless after all!!!!" Like I mean it's sweet, but also it sucks that they're doing this with one of the few female villains. Like why are most of the women reduced to mothers and girlfriends??? In the end, basically all of them get this fate. Or they die. Come on can't we have a woman that just sucks??? Smh.

[multimousenette]

Conservative leadership hopeful Kemi Badenoch has faced criticism after a report she endorsed suggested people with autism get “economic advantages and protections” and “better treatment or equipment at school”.

Genuinely evil woman

[4giorno]

baldies gate is very difficult

[megatraven]

guys the toothfairy!alex au in my head is getting worse and worse by the day im sick im ill im being haunted by demons

[forestryfae]

actually you know what. i still havent tried the airfryer and im hungry a sfucka nd i have a few bags of sweet potato fries so like. if i just clean the drawer thing and i grab some baking sheets and cut them up i could make food

[maybeicanbesaved]

just had to yell at two kids because they had the audacity to come dump the water i’ve been keeping out for the stray cats (which i go to great lengths to keep cold/cool throughout the day bc of the severe heat) & then proceed to try and throw the container up onto the roof over our door,, they didn’t know i was looking out the peephole as soon as i heard kids outside the door, because i happened to be in the kitchen at the time. yeah i don’t fucking think so. little shits. didn’t even apologize or anything, just went from brief shock to running off, probably to cry to their parent about the mean lady wahh. yeah good i wish their parent or whomeever would come knocking on my door to ‘confront’ me, because i sure as fuck have a lot to say to them

[invoncible]

I’d love to see Invincible!variants meeting OG reader with powers/super strong because in their world, their reader is normal. I’d like to see their reaction when they’re expecting someone weak and then they suddenly fly off or get decked in the face!

INVINCIBLE VARIANTS & reader who can put them in their place ✧˚. ft. nogoggles!mark, mohawk!mark, viltrumite!mark, the surviving 8 cw. canon typical violence

— this is so funny ily nonnie but uhh rereading this i feel like i lost the plot, hope u enjoy nonetheless lol <3 ! — reader is with MAIN!mark & has scarlet witch type powers

when multiple versions of your boyfriend were zipping around the planet causing indescribable amounts of destruction, you were a little confused. all of these guys... were mark? what mark could've been if things went a little different?

you held back a little when fighting them because they had the face of the boy you loved so much, but after seeing them in action... they had to go.

you were flying beside your mark, the only good one apparently, when cecil barked in your ear.

"y/n, i need you." your comm buzzed to life with cecil's instructions.

"kinda busy, cecil." you muttered under your breath.

"please, i know you're done with me. i know both of you are. but don't turn your back on the people who're in danger."

"what does he want?" your mark snapped, the distaste evident on his face.

"help." you answered him with a sigh, your moral compass guilting you into seeing where you were needed. you promised mark you'd be back soon.

"just tell me where the problem is." you shot back at cecil.

NOGOGGLES!MARK

"i need you at guardians' HQ."

you narrowed your eyes in concern. "the guardians are down?"

"it's a batshit crazy version of mark, what do you think?"

you rolled your eyes and rerouted your flight path to guardians' base. within minutes you warped right in the middle of the action.

"what the fuck..." you whispered in horror. kate and her duplicates were out, shapesmith was ripped in half—immortal was the only one still going and even he was struggling.

"nice, they sent someone else!" mark stopped immortal's punch nonchalantly with one hand, grinning down at you from where he hovered in the air. he squinted then gasped, throwing immortal to the ground.

"y/n? why would they send you?" he floated down to you, approaching you like a wild animal.

"you know me?" you stalled, eyes darting around your periphery to make sure that the others were at least alive.

"do i know you?" he laughed, figuring that was a good enough answer to your question. he circled around you with an approving hum. "aww, you playing dress up? i like this color on you—"

activating your power, your tendrils of chaos magic snaked around his body, picking him up and throwing him across the room. you flew to where he landed, lifting the debris of his prior battle telekinetically and sending the slabs of concrete crashing into his body.

your feet touched down on the ground as you walked calmly towards his fallen body squirming under the projectiles. he shot up and out of the pile of rocks with a feral grin on his face.

"holy shit. you're nothing like my y/n." he set his fists and accelerated towards you.

you stopped him with the raise of your hand. his punch stuttered in time and space as he tried his hardest to push past your power and land a good one. you ducked under him, yanking at his ankle and slamming him to the ground so hard he bounced.

"yes," he chuckled lowly, wiping the blood dripping on his chin. "yes. can i take you home with me?"

"no."

"i'll fight you for it," he stood up, rolling his neck. you cringed when you heard the cacophony of cracks that followed. "wanna fight me for it?"

"s'not gonna be much of a fight." you smiled, shifting your weight before taking off again, gaining altitude and using your power as a jet engine to collide your leg with his face.

to your shock and horror, he just stood there and took it with a smile, his body skipping across the floor like a rock over a lake .

"oh..." he grinned, sliding to a stop and licking the blood off his teeth. "oh. i love you."

you blinked in confusion, tilting your head. your body warmed as you channeled your power again, a ball of energy accumulating over your palm. "i'm... going to kill you."

"i know!" he laughed, punching his fist into his palm as he got hyped up again. "that's the best part."

"you're actually enjoying this." you meant it as a question, but there was no room for debate. this mark was 100% delighted by the fact you were trying to kill him.

mark swayed on his feet, blood dribbling from his split lip. his breathing was uneven—you couldn't tell if it was from exertion or excitement—and of course that fucking grin was still there.

"you’re so fun," he groaned, licking his teeth. "i love my y/n, but i bet they could learned a thing or two from you—"

you didn’t let him finish. with a flick of your wrist, your energy surged forward, wrapping around his throat. his words choked off into a strangled gasp as you lifted him into the air.

"i'm not them," you said, voice steady even as you watched him gasp for air.

then, with a sharp twist—you snapped his neck. his body dropped to the floor, limp. you stared for a second, waiting for any signs of movement. nothing. finally, you let out a breath and turned away.

"ugh..."

you froze and spun around. his voice was wet, choked with laughter.

"you're not making it easy to stay away from you."

MOHAWK!MARK

"the penitentiary. prison's getting ransacked."

you were at the scene within the minute, zapping into existence just to see mark with a fuckass mohawk fighting off some heroes tasked with taking him in. they were unsuccessful of course, as when you arrived they were in piles of limbs and blood on the concrete.

his eyes flickered to you, widening in recognition. "y/n..?"

you raised your eyebrow. guess he knew you, or a version of you in his world. it didn't matter to you.

he lit up and tossed a severed hand to the side. "oh, hey!" he walked towards you. "what're you doing here, babe? i know you love when i go crazy but this is a biiiiit dangerous—"

you restricted his movement, pulling him towards you with your magic. you squeezed and squeezed until you heard his breath hitch. "i'm not your y/n."

"yeah, i can see that." he crooned, feigning an impressed tone. "you got a little power now? if you wanted me close, you don't have to be rough. just ask. i'm happy with any version of you." he failed to hide his little grunt, squirming in your hold.

if your grimace was any indication of your sentiment, he didn't take it to heart. he took it as motivation. he broke through your magic, pummeling through the air towards you. unfazed, you slapped him off course with a bolt of magic. he crashed into the wall with a groan.

mark stood up, the dust and rocks falling off his back. "my y/n was a sweetheart."

"i can be sweet," you mumbled more to yourself, brows furrowing as you strategized how to finish him off quickly.

"just not for me, though." mark grinned. "i see how it is. is it the hair?"

"kinda." your eyes flickered up to his hair and you couldn't stop the little smile on your face. all you could think about was your mark with that style. it worked on him, not that you'd admit it.

you picked him up and slammed him down, picked him up and slammed him down again, over and over until he was hanging limp in the air.

satisfied, you synthesized restraints from imagination and fastened them over him. you barely climbed out of the sunken crater you carved with his body when he coughed up blood, eyes fluttering.

you pressed a finger to your ear. "cecil, send someone else to bring this guy in. i've got to get back."

"you just gonna throw me around and leave?" he scoffed, words slurring together from the beating.

"someone's gonna take you in, and you're gonna tell us everything about how you got here." you sigh and barely spare him a glance over your shoulder.

"i won't talk." he sang teasingly.

"you will."

"i'll do it maybe if you come a little closer." he egged you on, a stupid little smirk on his face. "got something real special to say to you."

"shut up."

he groaned petulantly and started to push against your magical binds.

"stay." you narrowed your eyes.

his eyes darted up to yours, staring for a moment before huffing a short laugh. he leaned back against the caved-in pavement, man-spreading and getting comfy against the slope. "yes, ma'am."

VILTRUMITE!MARK

"he's off fighting spawn. the poor guy's probably already dead."

"got it."

"watch out for this one, y/n, he's..." cecil sucked in a breath. "i dunno. full viltrumite indoctrination?"

"i can handle him." you reassured him before phasing over to the variant's location.

you watched as he ripped the hero apart, flying him into the highway below for good measure. you soared down behind him, saving all the cars that were launched from the road and setting them down at a safe distance.

mark watched as the cars were gently rescued. he turned around like he had all the time in the world and looked pained upon seeing you.

"please no." he sighed softly. "they shouldn't have sent you."

"why not?" you humored him, stepping gracefully over the rubble.

"i won't stop all this. not even for you, my love."

"i'm not your y/n..." you pursed your lips, getting a faint sense of deja vu. you felt like you said this a few times already.

"don't worry, it'll be over soon. why don't you wait all this out—"

you teleport before he can finish, reappearing behind him mid-air. a surge of energy coils around your hands as you slam a concussive blast into his back. he stumbles forward, muscles tensing from the impact.

he spun around in a flash, hand gripping your throat as he shoves you back-first into the nearest building. the collision sent shockwaves rippling through the complex, glass shattering, debris crumbling to the ground.

"cute tricks." he breathed against your ear. "this is new. but don't make me fight you."

you stabbed your fingers into his pressure points, channeling your power through his nerves. his grip faltered for a fraction of a second, enough time for you to flip, plant your feet on his chest, and kick him off you.

mark spiraled back, barely catching himself mid-air. he wipes the blood from his lip from being effectively electrocuted, chest rising and falling.

"join me," he whispered, watching you in awe. "join me. we can rule the universe together."

"the fact that you think you can ask that and get a good answer proves that you don't know me at all."

"i do."

"you don't."

"we could have everything." he floats towards you. "power. control. be reasonable, won't you?"

you phase behind him again, placing one hand on his back and charging up your energy. he tries to turn around, but you're a second faster, releasing the pent-up force directly into him. mark grimaces in pain as the blast sends him spiraling into the air, flipping and tumbling before crashing into the ground below with a deafening thud.

you crashed onto the ground, unwilling to let him have another opportunity to get up. he saves you the trouble and holds a hand up in surrender.

"i won't fight you." he says simply.

you shake your head incredulously. "it's not a choice."

"i'll come find you when this is all over." he dismissed you easily, walking off your attacks.

"what—?"

he took off at supersonic speed, leaving you in the dust.

THE SURVIVORS

"they're all hovering over mark's house."

"what?! is—"

"debbie and oliver are fine. they're safe elsewhere." cecil cut you off.

you groaned and teleported over to mark's house. unfortunately, they were in your usual spot, hovering over the roof. you hung there in the air for a split second before they all pounced on you.

"we can't all have a y/n, can we?" full mask mark exclaimed, being the first to grab you and spin away from the group with you hidden safely behind him. "i'm taking them and mom back with me."

"you lost mom and y/n?" omnimark shook his head, like a father disappointed in a child. "how can you be trusted with this one?"

you narrowed your eyes. "i'm literally right here—"

"shut the fuck up." prison mark snapped at full mask mark, pushing past omnimark and jabbed a finger at the soft one of the bunch. "i'm tired of your bitching and whining. keep mom, i guess, i don't fuckin' care. but give 'em back."

"i hate you guys." sighed omnimark.

"who said you were getting them?" unmasked mark scoffed and crossed his arms.

"no one's getting me." you broke up the fight, momentarily forgetting that they were all mass murderers just cuz they had your pretty boyfriend's face.

"yeah, cuz you'd rather settle for that stupid fucking mark from this world."

"why'd you say his name like it's a slur?" you deadpanned. "aren't you all technically mark?"

"we're getting off topic." omnimark held out a hand to calm the congregation. "for what it's worth, i have my y/n safe and sound back home—"

"oh for fuck's sake."

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