#some ticklish!bruce

[aangelinakii]

ANGEL AT THE TOP OF THE TREE.

— getting in the christmas spirit!

summary : you and jason spend your first christmas together, and what better way to get in the mood than to focrce him to decorate the tree you made him carry in here?

him? decorate a christmas tree?

jason peter todd had never heard of it— well, of course he has, but no one's ever asked him to help. he'd spent only a couple of christmases with bruce before...

before everything.

even then he'd never dared touch the tree as alfred threaded each new shiny bauble and hung it upon the branches of the great tree; he even shied away when bruce had offered him to place the angel ornament right at the top.

christmas trees were unknown to jason as a child. why start then? why start now?

but one glance into those eager eyes of yours and jason finds him saying yes before he can even register the question.

with a grin, you thrust a box of christmas tree decorations into his arms and leave him to his knitting to go brew some hot cocoa — because what's christmas decorating without warming up a bit?

you've already set up your tree in the corner of your lounge, but evidently left it alone, as if you'd been planning to get jason to help from the moment you'd bust it out of its box in one of your cupboards.

your footsteps recede and jason peers uncertainly down into the box that's been forced upon him. through the transparent plastic he can see twinkly tinsel pressed up against it like a child staring into an aquarium tank; a few smaller boxes are frayed at the edges, but contain baubles as advertised on the packaging.

uncertainly, he lowers himself to his knees before the tree and sets the box on the floor beside him. he peels open the lid, fingers finding the strange texture of the tinsel.

it's ticklish against his skin, and a lot more flimsy than he'd expected as he takes it out. jason weighs it on his hand for a moment, looking down at its silver shine and up at the undressed christmas tree. where do you even start?

you return a few moments later with one steaming mug, holding it by the handle. "how are you getting along?" you hum, placing the cocoa on the coffee table behind jason. "i just need to get mine and i can come help."

marshmallows on your mind, you turn to leave, but jason's voice pulls you back.

"uh— how do i actually do this?"

teeth nipping at the gum of your cheek, you freeze, eyes raking over the sight of a helpless jason kneeling at your tree. you knew jason had never done anything to ever really embrace the christmas spirit, but shouldn't it be easy?

that's what you'd expected, anyhow.

forgetting about your hot cocoa in the kitchen, you join jason down on the floor and take one of his hands in yours, fingers brushing against the tickly plastic of the tinsel.

"here, i'll hold this, and you go wrap it around the tree until you run out," and you take that end of the tinsel, encouraging him to stand.

he starts slowly, as if he's worried to ruin the tree, although there's nothing notable about it yet, but he rounds the tree once and passes behind you, holding the silver tinsel over your head as he hangs it loosely along the branches.

once he's run out of line, you hook your end on a lower branch and stand back to take it in.

when you glance up at jason, his expression is complex — he has a small smile, like maybe he's beginning to enjoy himself, but his eyes seem cloudy, the smile not reaching them. turning back to the tree, you grin and sling an arm round jason's waist, which seems to pull him from whatever thoughts he's got going on.

"you're a natural!" you smile, giving his side a squeeze, and he flinches sheepishly — he's a little ticklish there — but, just as soon as you've bugged him, you pull away. "okay, i can hear my hot chocolate calling my name from the kitchen; can you get started on the ornaments?"

jason looks back down into the box and gives a hum, leaning down again.

as you disappear into the kitchen once more, jason unveils a box of shiny baubles from beneath more tinsel and beads. he's unsure whether to add the beads or any of the tinsel, so he ignores it for now, and is careful to open the bauble packaging so as to avoid damaging it any more.

they're cold in his hand is he takes them out one by one, gingerly tucking them upon branch upon branch.

by the time you return, the green tree is lined with silver and dotted with rich, metallic reds and blues and golds, and the ornament box is three-quarters empty.

his cocoa has sunk considerably in his cup, and you're glad he's touched it.

with a careful sip, you place your own fuller mug beside his, and reach down to grab a pink bauble from its pack.

jason's hanging an orange one higher up the tree, amongst the silver hairs of the tinsel. sliding up beside him so your shoulders brush against one another, you hook your bauble on the branch beside his.

"you know, i think i'm not half bad," he speaks through the corner of his mouth, smile shy but tone proud.

your fingers flick a gold ornament and it bounces, brushing against the tree's needles. "i'm surprised you've never decorated a tree before now!" you return happily, nudging him. "you've made it look beautiful."

smile remaining upon his lips, he edges away to take his mug in his grip and raise it to his lips. as he pulls it away, he gives a satisfied sigh, one hand upon hip. "i could get used to doing this every year."

deep beyond your ribs, your heart swells, and you hope he means with you every year.

once you feel your cheeks cool down and you're able to poorly bite back your smile, you take a few steps back and rejoin jason's side.

the tree looks perfect, really.

oh! but wait—

"we're missing something!" you gasp, falling to your knees with a clunk.

you dig through your decorations box, strewing ribbons and beads along the floor, until you find it.

by the time you turn back to him, jason's forehead is creased and the distress from your knees hitting the ground is still evident, but you're none the wiser and his expression seems to relax.

"what are we missing?" jason urges with a curious shake of his head.

that's when you revealed what you were hiding behind your back.

in the palms of your two hands sat a delicate silver-dressed angel; a doll you've had for god knows how long. but jason can only stare at it, the mug slowly lowering from his mouth, until he carefully replaces it on the coffee table.

"what— what's this?" he asks, though something cracks in his voice that makes you think he certainly has an idea.

"angel," you hum, nudging toward the tree you've both decorated, "for the top of the tree."

his hands are shaky as he reaches out for it.

when the tips of his fingers finally brush against the silk of her skirt, his eyebrows twitch and the line of his mouth thins. jason can barely bring himself to meet your eyes, but he surely does it, as much as he wants to hide away.

"we can do it together if you'd like," you offer. jason nods without another moment to spare.

so you take one side of the angel, keeping your soft gaze upon him as you lead the steps towards the tree.

although you have to stretch, the two of you lift the angel ornament up to the top, and set her upon the tallest branch by her skirt.

when you pull away, jason lingers, his eyes still set on the silver angel, and you brush your fingers along his shoulder blade, soft beneath his hoodie.

"hey," you hum, and he turns. "you okay?"

although trembling, his lips curl up, and he nods. "yeah," but his voice crackles, "just peachy."

[igotanidea]

Prevaricate: Dick Grayson x reader

(prevaricate - to avoid telling the truth)

Part 2 of The truth

***

“So, Y/N… What brings you to me today?”

“I’m seeing things—”

“What kind of things?”

“I think I saw my dead ex-boyfriend”

***

“Morning, sunshine…” Dick hummed, rolling on the other side of the bed, instinctively reaching arms to Y/N, who was still asleep next to him. “Wakey wakey…” with few strategically placed kisses he tried to coo her to open those beautiful e/c eyes and look at him.

“Hmmmm…” she only muttered in response, nuzzling into the mattress, trying to hide her face and prevent the ticklish sensation on her skin.

“Oh no, you don’t!” In a swift, quick movement she found herself on the back, ridiculously exposed and vulnerable. Dick only grinned mischievously and without missing a beat started showering her with affection once more, this time not limiting the multiple pecks to her face, but daring to kiss also her neck and shoulders. And adding some tickling on her side and under her armpits where he knew she was most sensitive.

“Stop it!” she chuckled, squirming in a poor attempt to break free. “Stop, stop!”

“Mmm, no. I don’t think I will. Not when you are clearly enjoying it.” He intensified the movement of his fingers, but still keeping it PG. They had the most wonderful night yesterday and as much as he’d love to just repeat it, she had to get her rest. And it was his job to let her know that Dick was head over heels with her, this was not a one-time-thing, that he was going to love her and take care of her. So the tickling was just that. Tickling. Without any ulterior motives on his part.

She deserved that much after everything that happened with Jason.

Jason.

Shit.

“Hey, you good?” Y/N looked at him carefully, quite surprised that he stopped teasing her so abruptly and got a little fogged gaze. “Mmm, Dick?”

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m good. Perfect, actually”  he hovered over her, placing a kiss on top of her nose, making her giggle. “Come on sunshine, get up. We got a whole day ahead of us, and I’ll make sure everything goes perfectly smoothly.”

“But –”

“Starting with breakfast.”

“But Dick-“

“Nuh-uh. You don’t dick me” he responded without thinking and then chuckled at the unintentional double meaning “Still. We’re having a perfect day.”

“Last night—”

“Hush.” He placed finger on her lips “Last night was everything I dreamed of. So do not tell me you regret it.”

Dick might have been smiling and having a teasing attitude at that moment, but in the back of his mind, the name of his younger brother was flashing like a red neon light.

Jason. Jason. Jason.

“I don’t regret it.” Y/N smiled.

Jason. Jason. Jason.

“Good. Very good.”

Jason, Jason, Jason, JASON!!

“Now come on, put something on that pretty curves of yours, so I can focus on pampering you and not on other things” Dick bent and threw her his shirt, earning a surprised gaze and a quirked eyebrow. “What?”

“You want me to wear your shirt?”

“Sure. You’re my girl now.” Dick shrugged casually.

“You’re so awfully confident of that-“

“Besides, that’s like killing two birds with one stone. We’ll both look hot like hot -you in my shirt and me bare chested. Unless you’d rather use some other combination of lack of clothes?”

“You’re such an idiot!” she laughed, putting on his shirt and following him to the kitchen.

***

Acting in his best interest, Dick decided that it was an absolute necessity to show Y/N off a bit, therefore after breakfast, she was almost dragged across the city, to make sure everyone noticed that the Dick Grayson had his arms all over Y/N Y/L/N while walking. That the Dick Grayson stopped almost every five steps to steal a little kiss from her lips. That it was the Dick Grayson pulling her to his side and guiding her to Bruce Wayne’s private jet just so they could have a little trip to whatever country they fancied.

It was so shallow and on show and should have felt wrong, but –

She was a woman.

There was no way for her to not enjoy it.

And even with the overboard uptake on things she was beaming like the sun (almost replacing the sun since Gothamites could not complain about its excess).

It was all too perfect.

***

What’s the saying?

All good things come to an end?

Yeah… well—

***

While Dick and Y/N were casually strolling around, happy with their happiness, someone else was following them.

Someone stealthy, quiet and observant.

And very, very angry.

“Hey, how about we get some ice cream?” Dick suddenly stopped in front of the ice cream stall. “Wait, let me guess, you want your fav flavor again?”

“Actually-“ she grinned “I’d rather try something new.”

“Oh?”

“You go and surprise me. I’ll wait here for you.” With a little peck on the lips she gently pushed Dick to the stall, wanting to somehow test his taste in flavors and maybe check out if he really knew her and would pick something she’d like.   

And then—

It must have been a mirage. There was no way that she actually saw who she saw.

Jason, Jason, Jason.

That was just someone confusingly similar to her lost lover.

With the very same hair and eyes and face and everything.

Looking right at her from the other side of the street.

Gone the very second the car passed through.

Y/N shook her head, rubbed her eyes and mentally called herself crazy.

“You good, babe?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah, sure! What did you get me?”

She was with Dick now. And the sudden mind trick producing Jason’s silhouette in front of her eyes was nothing more than saying goodbye to her past.

Closing the door to what was and opening the ones to what would be.

***

A few hours later, they got back to their shared apartment, Dick immediately moving to start responding to the messages and reaching out to his friends, bragging about getting the most beautiful girl in the world.

Meanwhile, Y/N used the opportunity to excuse herself and call someone too.

“Bruce?”

“Y/N?”

“I need your help.”

***

“You didn’t tell her.” Batman said to Nightwing in a distinctive low voice.

“No. No, I didn't tell her.”

“So she doesn’t know.”

“Yeah, usually when someone is not told something that person doesn’t know, Bats.” There was a slight hint of annoyance in Nightwing’s voice.

“Not necessarily.”

“Huh?”

“Did you threaten everyone around to keep her in the dark as well?”

“I did not threaten—”

“Does she know, Nightwing?”

“NO.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

“She called me earlier today.”

“What? Why would she call you?”

“She saw Jason. A few times actually. And now, she’s convinced she’s going crazy.”

“What?! There’s no way—she couldn’t have seen him! I was with her the whole time and—fuck!”

“She almost begged me to see our therapist.”

“Leslie!?” Dick stiffened.

“Hm.”

“Fuck! Batman! Do not tell me you arranged the appointment!”

“I did.”

“Fuck!” Dick groaned again. Leslie was a professional and helped the bat family on multiple occasions. But, the bad side of all that, was that as a therapist, she would probably encourage Y/N to dig in the truth. And that would mean a total disaster to their blooming relationship. And if Jason was already bold enough to start closing in on them – on her – this would mean trouble.

“Nightwing.”

“I’ll deal with it.” Dick hissed with the clenched teeth.

It looked like Gotham and Bludhaven’s favorite chatty and witty hero had just discovered his dark side.

Or just a possessive one.  

@avery1709 :)

[primeofprimes115]

A Birthday to Remember - DCAU Supergirl x Male Reader

Fluff 🥰

Requested: Yes (From Wattpad)

Today was Kara's 21st Birthday, a birthday that was Kara's biggest birthday, at least in Earth terms, to her... Birthdays were celebrated a little differently on Argo, twin sister planet of Krypton.

What better than to spend it fighting and training in a simulated arena, that was overlooked by John Stewart, one of the Green Lanterns who Kara looked up to for advice from time to time, not just her cousin.

But, even though she got over the loss of Argo, her three sisters, mother and father, deeming her the Last Daughter of Argo, Kara In-Ze could never forget she was the last of her kind, wishing her family would be here to celebrate her 21st birthday with her.

But... At least she has new friends, her cousin of Krypton, and her ever-loving boyfriend of three years, who she fell in love with, knowing their first meeting before she revealed her super powers during an altercation with Apokolips' Granny Goodness years ago, the first time she debuted as "Supergirl".

Around that time, he had to reveal his little secret, that of being a technological genius who was a hero in his own right, being the son of a multibillionaire company much like Bruce Wayne's, his mother owns the company itself that has partnered up with Wayne-Enterprises then and there to change the world for the better.

Both were young at the time, now? They're happily together in a relationship, work closely together within the Justice League once it had opened up to allow many other heroes to join in, some would say that Y/N is the luckiest boy in the world to be dating someone like Supergirl. Though at most, Supergirl was lucky to be dating a hero such as S/H/N, his family was close with the Kents after all.

And with Kara's 21st birthday? Y/N had a very big surprise for her, something he'd been considering for a long time now, he'd been given the nod from Kara's cousin after asking about marriage, knowing he was married to Lois Lane. It shocked the Man of Steel at first, but he knew how much Kara loved him, and how much he loved her, he couldn't be anymore happier than knowing that his cousin was going to be married to someone like Y/N.

"C'mon, you gotta tell me what this surprise is!" Kara expressed dramatically toward her boyfriend, who stood with a smug look on his face, resisting Kara's efforts to make him spill the beans on what he had in store for her birthday. "It's my 21st! C'mon! Cut a girl some slack!" she sped up beside him, her cape rustling behind her as she walked normally with him in the hallway.

"Hahaha, then it won't be a surprise!" he chuckled, he hated to keep the surprise secret for now, knowing she'd say yes in a heartbeat to him upon asking the question, but it was also a good thing he had the box laced with lead, to prevent her from even detecting it with her x-ray vision since she was the snoopier one. "I even laced the surprise with lead".

"Ugh! C'mon! You're such a bummer!" she pouted childly, rolling her eyes playfully afterwards before she felt a pair of lips on her cheek' causing her to smirk and pin him to the wall next.

"Woah! Hey! Hahaha-Mmm!" his was shut up with a kiss to his lips straight after, his hands grasping around her hips where he felt her warm skin.

"I'll tickle it out of you if I have to" she whispered with a warm breath across his lips, knowing his ultimate weakness is being ticklish. However, Y/N felt confident still, smirking back at her.

"Good thing I'm wearing my ticklish-proof augments today" he noted to her, which made the blonde pout with a sigh.

"Seriously?" she asked.

"Can't spoil the surprise babe" he told her before sealing her lips with a loving kiss. "I hate to keep it from you, but trust me... It's gonna be worth the wait until later, it's not the right time yet" he continued, pulling back after a moment to get some air.

His eyes locked with hers and he could see the love coming back from those blue irises, a soft smile brewing across her face while she blinked slowly, both getting lost in each other's eyes.

"Three years we've been together, you've been there since I came to Metropolis one day" Kara went down memory lane with him about that, making him chuckle about that certain memory. "The day I... You... Met. If only I knew then you'd become a beacon in my life" she smiled lovingly at him, giving him all of her heart.

"I remember that day fondly" the corners of his lips arched into a soft smile, still pinned to the wall by his girlfriend. "Being there with Jimmy as well, then Granny Goodness comes out of nowhere. I couldn't even believe that you were a lot alike Superman at the time, it was... Amazing" Kara smiled deeply hearing that, she always thought he'd found it amazing. "I remember at that moment I fell in love, there was always something about you that drew me to you".

"I'd say the same thing about you too" Kara smirked before her smirk fell. "Do you... Think Kal's proud of me? I mean... I'm now wearing his signature colors now but, I've never really heard him say he's proud of me in person" she looked down at herself, seeing the fact she had recently changed her suit from the white tee with a small red cape, gloves and blue office looking skirt with red boots to a mid-length red cape, blue crop-top and red skirt with a gold V-shaped belt, and traditional red boots with the gold V around the top, still donning the S in honor of her cousin. She even dropped the hairband.

"Oh, I'm sure he's proud of you, Sunshine. One-Hundred percent sure he is" he cheered her up just for that moment, before his lips were sealed with one more kiss from Kara In-Ze.

"Thanks" she murmured while pulling back from his lips. "I'm gonna go train some more, need that work-out".

"Again?" he asked with a soft laugh, playing it off like he didn't think she'd go again, it sounded like music to his ears, his plan was working very well. "Gonna try break the record?"

"You're welcome to watch ~" she kissed his cheek before taking a hold of his hand. "Well?".

"Of course, I was gonna say yes anyway"...

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From what seemed to be just some training exercise, which Kara was being a little cocky at first about, setting a new record in the exercise she completed, then turning into a complete disaster when all of a sudden, a blue orb surrounded Green Arrow, John Stewart and Supergirl within the simulated zone before zipping them out of existence while Superman tried to prevent it from happening, though he had no way to prevent it in any way.

This had made Y/N extremely worried, having just witnessed his girl, alongside Oliver and John, zipped away and out of existence, whereas unknown. He felt sick knowing she was gone within a heartbeat by an unknown entity, at least toward him and Clark.

Little beknown to them, the culprit that did this was from the 30th Century, a far-away future within the timeline itself, the culprit was nonother than Brainiac-5, an organic who rebelled against his ancestors way of life and joined a future version of the Justice League called "The Legion of Superheroes" which was inspired by certain heroes themselves, most notably, S/H/N and Supergirl themselves, which was a secret kept for now...

Brainiac-5 made a huge risk bringing Supergirl, alongside Green Arrow and John Stewart into the 30th Century, though it wasn't really intentional to bring Supergirl into here, she was merely needed the most for being a powerhouse mostly to help free their teammates from mental domination by the Fatal-Five, the Legion's most known batch of enemies within their time.

However... This mission was more riskier than it already was, it was said in the history books of the era, that Supergirl would not return from this mission. It wasn't said that she was killed or went missing in the records, but most feared she would die in this mission.

Or was the history books lying?

In the end... Supergirl, Kara In-Ze, had proved that history isn't as it seems or says to be, she survived the mission, she took a play out of Y/N's own book on making her own luck, rescuing the Legionnaires from the Fatal-Five's control and saved the day. She thought like her cousin, acted like a leader, acted heroically, even willing to sacrifice herself to save the Legionnaires, if only Kal could see her.

Meanwhile this was all going down, Y/N and Superman had Steel help search around the perimeter to search for any signs of where they could've gone, discussing where they could search while Y/N's worries began to overwhelm him a little, fearing that he might not see Oliver, John and Kara again. Clark being the optimistic man himself, gave the boy some hope to continue the search, just to hold out some more hope to find out what happened.

With that going on... The Legionnaires reunited together again, the Fatal-Five's plans now up in flames all thanks to Supergirl's efforts in the long run. 

Balloon Boy handed out a Legionnaire ring toward the three Leaguers, though Oliver and John handed them back as returning with them would disrupt the time stream, Kara looked at hers with a smile on her face, thinking of even staying since the 30th Century looked a lot like Argo.

From all the buildings, to its atmosphere, it felt like home to her... But then something dawned on her.

She'd be leaving behind important people also, one of those people being her boyfriend, who can't come here to the 30th Century after she asked Brainy on the Legionnaire's ship if he could've just brought Y/N with her here, he only revealed it was impossible before giving out a short explanation as to why, which would completely risk breaking the timestream

She felt so drawn here, it looked so much like Argo! But... She'd be breaking someone's heart back in her timeline, someone who meant the world to her, someone who changed her life drastically the more he was around her.

She couldn't leave the love of her life behind, her heart was drawn to him, she planned things out with him in life, he had been there for her while she done the same for him. 

And so... She made the decision after thinking about it.

"Although I think that I do belong here with the Legion, which means leaving my cousin and everyone else behind, but there's only one person I know that I really can't live without" Kara looked toward the Legion before her eyes sat on Brainiac-5, then... She looked away, a lump in her throat upon thinking about the one person she likes to her heart's content. "Y/N... ever since he entered in my life after I went to Metropolis for the first time, things had changed for me drastically, more than I have to admit. Many people had said great things about him and about his family. And I eventually found out who he is, he's just this amazing, caring and compassionate guy, he was that one guy I fell head over heels for, when I hadn't noticed he fell for me first in a way. Since that first ever meeting, since that very first time we worked together as part of a team. Our relationship was a burgeoned one at best, and I've never been happier" she began to smile in GL and GA's direction. 

"Y/N is the type of person who would do everything in his power to make sure you're okay, safe and happy, while he takes in all the bad things that's effecting you, like an unmoving, pillar. His outgoing and friendly nature is what drew me to him, it's what kept me happy, made me feel... Home in a way. He and I had thought of moving in together a year ago, go to the same college together, be together outside of me wearing my cape and him using his gear and tech, have a normal life since we both have all the time in the world for that. Supergirl and S/H/N, Kara and Y/N" She looked down to the Legion ring on her middle finger, a thought of one day particularly being married to him as her eyes set on her ring finger. A thought ran over her mind what it would be like to stay in the future, with the Legion. It all reminded her of home on Argo, the sister planet of Krypton. "He said he has a huge surprise for me today, since it's my birthday, I spent most of today wearing this new look, wearing the same colors like Kal. I would hate to burst that bubble and leave him behind also, because I can't fathom to live here without him since bringing him here could potentially damage the timestream" she then looked toward Brainiac-5 before walking towards him, her fingers still examining the ring to feel the metal alloy. "And we don't want that, don't we?". "No, unfortunately" the young man replied. "We know him here to be the greatest man that's ever lived, he was one of the reasons the Legion of Superheroes was created, so were you" he finally told her. "That's all I needed to hear" she said with a smile, before sliding off the flight ring, as much as she'd love to keep it. "My head says I belong here... But my heart says the opposite. Perhaps history can be broken, it seems Supergirl does return to the 21st century after all, and rejoins with her loved ones" she then handed Bouncing Boy the ring and returned to stand with John and Oliver.

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"Whatever abducted them didn't leave any traceable energy signature" Steel confirmed with his scanner, as Superman then looked toward Y/N who was trying to keep his mind hopeful, but his scouter wasn't giving him any positive feedback either.

"Y/N?".

"Nothing on my scouter either... Damn it all!" he said with a little more frustration. "The surprise was supposed to happen an hour ago and I... I-".

"Don't worry, we'll find them" Superman remained optimistic, keeping his cousin's boyfriend from worrying even more". We could go see Dr Fate, or Zatanna, maybe they could-"

All of a sudden, a loud mechanical like noise erupted loudly throughout the room they were investigating still, the orb had appeared again in a flash of blue energy and within it was John Stewart, Green Arrow and of course...

Supergirl.

As soon as the little bit of smoke cleared, Y/N's eyes laid upon his girlfriend, his eyes widening in pure relief as did hers. "Kara!" His heart raced fast upon seeing her and he rushed up to her, enveloping her in a big hug which she immediately accepted. "You're okay, thank God!"

"Someone sure missed me" she teased before her arms around him tightened.

"John, Oliver, what happened?" Kal asked the two green suited heroes, wondering what really happened to them.

"Well... It's a long story" John told him.

"To put it short. We were transported to the 30th Century by a... Boy, he needed our help freeing his teammates, we helped. You should've seen Kara though, she was amazing. Took a page out of your own book in a way" Oliver told him as Kal looked at her cousin who was currently hugging back Y/N before the two pulled away.

He then smiled at her, before approaching her as the returning 21st birthday girl noticed his approach and smiled.

"Kal" she said with a relieved sigh, hugging him next. The Man of Steel accepted his cousin's hug as he was going to hug her to begin with. "There's a lot to explain".

"I know, I'm just glad you're safe and back here" he smiled before glancing over behind her, seeing Y/N smiling, reaching into a cartridge in his gauntlet, his fingers held a small lead box which had stored a very special ring inside.

Clark smiled and nodded toward Y/N, knowing he should pop the question now, as it should've happened an hour ago.

The question that would make a birthday to remember by...

"I never got to tell you before you zipped away... I'm proud of you, Kara" he told her with a smile growing on both their faces. "But... Not only that. You're a little late but since you're back? I know someone here has a very important question you don't wanna miss" Kal then told her, which she pulled back in confusion.

"What?" she asked. "What do you mean by-" she took a glimpse at Y/N before turning back around as something dawned in her mind as she did, taking note that he was on one knee, holding something. "Wait, Y/N, what're you -?" She turned back around, her cape fluttering behind her as she did before, looking him in the eyes and down to the object he held in his hand as he then flicked up the top of the little box...

Noticing a ring with a small diamond, a diamond that sparkled upon seeing it for the first time. Her jaw dropped, trying to keep composure, feeling as if she was about to burst out in tears realizing what the surprise was really about.

"Y/N... Is this...?" she stuttered, putting her hands over her mouth 

And she wanted him to tell her what it was hours ago, before she was "abducted" by a good Brainiac from the future.

"I... I had a little speech but... I-I-I kinda forgot about it since... You disappeared" Y/N himself felt a lump in his throat, getting a little emotional just thinking about the moment currently as the four men in the room stood by and watched. "I uh... I've been waiting to ask this for a while now, I've been holding onto this ring for, well... Years now, since Mom passed it onto me, knowing she wouldn't need it after Dad passed, it was his last request before he did pass. I wanted to wait until your twenty-first birthday, your cousin and I planned it out..." he told her as tears began running down from Kara's eyes as a few muffled sobs escaped from her. Y/N kept himself strong, fighting back any urge to let a tear fall down from his eyes.

"We've been through so many adventures together since we first met, shared our first kiss in the sky during our first date which was adventurous some would say, from staying overnight with you at the Kents, attending the same school, graduating the same day together, and then all the adventures after that for the last three years. You're like the pillar that keeps everything up in my life, keeps me going and happy. You've saved me more times than I can count than I've saved you and I couldn't possibly be more happier than have you in my life" he croaked a little before chuckling, still keeping his eyes on her as she let more tears fall down. "Kara In-Ze Kent, Supergirl - My Girl of Steel - I have one question..." he paused for a moment as Kara took her hands away from her mouth, his one hand reached out and she held her one hand out for him to hold.

"Y-Y-Yes??" she croaked with more happy tears falling down from her face, using her other hand to wipe the tears away from herself.

"Will you take me as yours forever. Will you marry me, Kara In-Ze Kent?" he asked the question, giving out all his heart out with it as Kara then knelt down to his level with a huge smile and happy tears still falling from her face.

"Yes! Yes!! Yes!!!" she said with an utter outburst of joy, answering his question repeatedly while nodding up and down before the she enveloped him into a deep kiss as the others stood by and watched with a smile.

From this moment on?

Kara surely knew this was a birthday she'd remember, the biggest birthday present she's ever been gifted.

You...

"Best... Birthday... Ever!" she exclaimed, the two standing up now after the deep kiss.

"Congratulations to you both!" Oliver said from the back. "Had a feeling it'd happen someday, you both deserve it! Seriously".

The two took Oliver's compliment as Kara then looked down toward the ring now on her ring finger, Y/N took notice of her observation.

"You like it?" he asked.

"Like it?" she scoffed. "I LOVE it! It was your mom's, I'm honored to wear it!" she corrected him before smiling hugely. "Wait until I tell Babs about this!".

"I'm glad you love it, mom's probably expecting to hear something back by now" he noted.

"You should, I think she'll be worrying that things didn't go to plan originally" Kal suggested.

"Yeah... I should".

"I'll go with!" Kara hugged Y/N arms with pure joy, having just been asked the question. "We can tell her together" she suggested, Y/N couldn't be more than happy to have his now fiancé come with him.

"Sure, Hun! My mom would be happy to see you again!".

With that... They ventured toward the Watchtower's teleporter after saying their goodbyes for the rest of the day towards the four others within the room, the rest of the journey was Supergirl flying her now fiancé towards their actual destination.

Knowing of what happened earlier?

This was something the both would remember...

This was A Birthday to Remember.

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Fin...

Word Count: 3592

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[superhero--imagines]

Bat Boys on Valentines Day

Dick Grayson

* Made reservations a month ago

* Cross-checked the regular menu and seasonal menu to make sure there were things you’d like and conformed to your dietary preferences

* Surprises you with flowers and a big ticket high-fashion item like a Luis Vuitton bag or a pair of shoes

* When he hands it over the shocked look on your face makes him smile.

* You shower him with kisses in a second.

* “I” *kiss* “love” *kiss* “you” *kiss* “so” *kiss* “much!”

* He laughs at the ticklish feeling and kisses you back when it’s over.

* “No, I love you so much.”

Jason Todd

* He hates crowds and decides to make you a nice pleasant meal at home.

* He decided the menu over a month ago, a full four course meal with curated cocktails, wine and ambiance.

* He ‘borrows’ some fine dining dishes from the manor and sets the table up with candles and a bouquet of flowers.

* “Do you like it?” He asks, nervous and afraid—he cooks for himself all the time but cooking for you makes him afraid beyond belief

* What if you don’t like it? What if you have a secret allergy? What if you never want to talk to him again because he didn’t take you out like a traditional date?

* “I love it! The risotto is so good and, are these truffles?”

* Afterwards he gives you some books he knows you want or that you would like and pressed flower bookmarks that he made himself.

* “Jason Todd, you are my entire heart.”

Tim Drake

* He forgets.

* “I thought Valentine’s Day was always on Thursday!” He shrieks, flipping through the phone book for any restaurant that’ll take you.

* “That’s Thanksgiving Tim.”

* But it’s okay—

* “Shit, you think dominos will still deliver today?” You shout from the other side of the room.

* —because you forgot too.

* You have pizza in bed while watching movies and cuddling.

* “This isn’t the worst right?” He asks.

* “Any day with quality time with you is a good day.” You mumble after a yawn, cuddling into his chest as he flushed bright pink.

Duke Thomas

* Classic Dinner and a Movie

* You guys haven’t been dating for long so he doesn’t want to scare you off with anything intense.

* You end up goofing around too long at the arcade connected to the movie theatre and missing your reservation slot.

* You end up getting soft pretzels and sitting by the lake.

* “Honestly, I think this is way better than eating at a French restaurant.”

* He laughs, “any time with you is a good one.”

Damian Waybe

* It’s a three person date — You, Damian, and Titus.

* You go for a walk around the lake, playing with Titus and jokingly splashing each other, and then a picnic on the grassy bluff above.

* “It’s pretty quiet today, huh?”

* “Everyone’s probably at the new french restaurant downtown.” He holds out a dipped strawberry for you which you bite into.

* “The one you can pronounce?”

* You laugh at his frown, pressing a kiss to his cheek, only to laugh again when Titus nudges you with his nose and places his head in your lap with a wagging tag.

* “Of course I didn’t forget you, kisses for Titus too!”

Bonus:

Bruce Wayne

* Wines and dines and sixty-nines you

* He’s probably got a standing reservation at the best restaurant in the city on account of the fact that he’s richer than god

* Gets a private room or balcony that overlooks the city so you have privacy but also the glitz and glam of a night out

* Already called ahead of time and got the chef to make your favorite dinner—just for you

* As a gift he gives you six orgasms in a row a cute little diamond accessory with his initial in gold.

[cantwritethetword]

(2024) TickleTober Day 1: Harvest - Going against the Grain

Fic Descript - Bruce agrees to help out on the Kent farm and, after an off-handed comment from Clark, he decides to see how ticklish superman actually is.

~A/N  - Welcome to ticklecrowber2024!!!! (forgive the corny title hehehehehe)

We're starting off this month with a super cute superbat fic requested by an anon. While writing it I'm realising this is gonna be a pre-relationship romantic fic, so hopefully that floats your boat.

Like I mentioned on a post ages ago, I'm not aiming to write full fics for all the prompts this year to hopefully avoid burnout so I'm going into this aiming for a few hundred words - we'll see how that goes.

Hope you like it!

- Enoy! ~

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TickleTober Masterpost

One of the (few) things Bruce hated about being in love with someone was the way it made him do things.

And not in a suggestive or psychological way, literally he felt compelled to gain some sort of relationship 'brownie points' to subtly prove his worth as a potential partner.

Which was how he had ended up here, about to knock on the door of Clark's farm home.

When superman mentioned needing to do some hard labour around the fields up in Kansas, Bruce found himself offering to help before he could even blink. It wasn't until Clark enthusiastically accepted that the batman fully realised what he had gotten himself into.

Mixing their work and personal lives? At Clark's house no less? Doing something that probably was effortless for Clark, but would be a significant physical strain for Bruce? What was he thinking?! He'll look like a fool...

But, as much as his brain loved to insist on how much of a bad idea this was, Bruce had resisted the temptation to cancel.

And so, he now found himself raising his fist and tapping the wooden door-frame.

"Bruce!" Clark grinned, opening the door fully.

The man was dressed so stereotypically farm-y, Bruce thought to himself. Brown leather boots half-covered by a pair of old denim jeans, topped with a plain white tee and - god he looked good in that red flannel...

"-are you... did you want to come in?" Clark chuckled.

Shit, had Clark invited him in already? Was he that distracted by the superhero in front of him that he fully disregarded any input other than the sight- wait it's happening again-

"Yes!" Bruce blurted out, interrupting his own thoughts. "Sorry, yes. Thanks."

Ugh love made him a mess.

As Clark narrated and explained his way through his humble abode, Bruce couldn't help but get stuck in his own head - again. He barely registered that they had left the house and were now walking through the wheat fields. He knew Clark was giving some really important information as to what exactly they needed to do and where they would need to do it, but it was almost as if his brain was more focused on the sound of Clark's voice than what it was actually saying.

Until Clark giggled.

Like a gunshot, Bruce locked onto the sound with unbridled curiosity. What had caused it? Would it happen again? Whatever it was clearly didn't phase Clark, as he was back to talking about whatever farmyard jargon that was interrupted earlier.

A few more moments passed, and Bruce had never been more focused on Clark's surroundings. What could possibly have made superman laugh like that? And how common of an occurrence was it if Clark didn't even acknowledged it?

Thankfully, it happened again - with Bruce watching the whole thing.

As Clark walked, a few stray spikes of wheat brushed against his bare lower forearms (where he had rolled up the aforementioned flannel). His hand twitched reflexively, and he once again let out a soft giggle at the sensation.

And, once again. Bruce's mouth moved before his brain could catch up.

"What was that?"

Clark half-turned his torso to face Bruce. "Oh, it just tickles."

Bruce flushed at the casualness of Clark's response.

"It's actually one of my favourite parts of walking through here..." Clark continued with a genuine smile. "Something so small being so intense, makes me feel soft.... alive... human..."

Only Clark could make getting tickled by a plant sound so endearing, it was almost enough to make Bruce forget the huge tidbit of Clark lore that had just been revealed to him.

Superman's ticklish??

He didn't have much time to feel the full shock of that information, as Clark was already several paces ahead of him. Bruce half-skipped to catch up, and as he did, something in his mind convinced him to snap off a piece of wheat from beside him.

As they continued their walk towards the edge of the field where they were about to begin work, and Clark continued yapping, Bruce ran his fingers over the wheat piece in his hand. Was he seriously about to try to tickle superman? Would Clark be alright with it? Would he find it weird and repulsive and never speak to Bruce again cause how could he possibly think that was a normal thing to-

stop - Bruce interrupted himself.

no overthinking

Bruce took a breath, slightly sped up his footsteps to bring himself right behind Clark, and ran the wheat stalk along the side of Clark's neck.

Clark folded with a shriek and a giggle, his smile never fading as he gave Bruce a quizzical look.

That smile was all the invitation Batman needed.

With a smirk, Bruce tackled Clark into the wheat next to them and climbed on top of his chest before frantically twiddling the wheat stem against any potentially ticklish bare skin he could find. Clark's neck, ears, collarbones - even the small patch on his tummy that was exposed from his shirt riding up as they fell - nothing was safe.

And Clark's laughter was like birdsong - it was the most free, happy, genuine giggling Bruce had ever heard. So much so, the billionaire opted to snatch another piece of wheat to use in his free hand against Clark's forearms - which were currently doing fuck-all to fight against the tickly attacks (aside from clinging to and breaking some nearby wheat stems, but Bruce theorised that was mostly for Clark to resist fighting back... cute).

After a sufficient tickling, Bruce paused - mentally checking for any signs of annoyance on Clark's face and letting the man calm down for a few moments.

"Why'd you stop?" Clark asked breathily without missing a beat, and now looking slightly disappointed.

Once again caught aback by Clark's openness, Bruce stuttered and floundered for an answer. "I... I was just... I wanted to... make sure... you..."

Clark laughed. "No need to panic, it was just a question."

Bruce chuckled, still a little embarrassed.

"You always worry so much." Superman smiled, poking Bruce's neck with one of the wheat stalks he had snatched during the tickle-attack to emphasise his point.

Bruce squeaked (though he would later insist this wasn't true), his face flushing a deep red.

"Oh?" Clark grinned menacingly, rolling himself and Bruce over to flip their positions with clearly little-to-no effort. "The dark, scary batman is ticklish too?"

oh god

And, after being thoroughly tickled, Bruce spent the entire time they worked on the farm trying to convince himself the look on his own face before Clark tickled him definitely wasn't nervous excitement, and that he definitely wouldn't give anything do it all again.

Definitely not.

[funagonys-blog]

"Don't mock Captain Hero - a ticklish lesson for Kudo"

... and don't pull reckless stunts while fighting All For One's organization! These are the lessons Kudo, the second One For All holder, is learning the hard way.

I don't know much about Yoichi, Bruce and Kudo, so these interactions might be out of character in canon. However, I have read fanfictions where Yoichi, the first OFA holder, shows Captain Hero to Kudo and he often thinks it represents a parody of the hero genre. Also, in those fics he tends to find hero (an villains) monologues insufferables. On the other hand, I have read some fics where Kudo acts in a reckless and self-sacrificing way due to some issues. Consequently, I used all these elements to create this scenario inside the Void of One For All, where Kudo accidentally offends Captain Hero in front of Yoichi, who decides to punish him for this, with the help of Bruce, the third OFA user, who wants Kudo to pay for being a reckless sacrificing idiot and worrying both of them when they were alive.

In the end, I just wanted an excuse to draw the stony second OFA user laugh.

[braveclementine]

October 2: Breeding Kink (Steve Rogers)💙

Warnings: 18+ readers only, Breeding Kink, pet names

Copyright: I do not own Steve Rogers or any other Marvel Characters. I do not condone this being copied.

"Truth or Dare Steve?" Nat asked, lounging back on the plush sofa. 

Tony had thrown a Christmas party, which had settled down now to just a couple of you Avengers. 

Steve was there of course, and you were sitting with your legs across his lap. His thumb rubbed soothing circles on the inside of your knee, a bit ticklish because of the panty hose you had worn under your dress. 

Tony sat on the chair facing you guys, his legs stretched out on the coffee table, messing with some gadget while he played the game with you guys. Bruce sat more timidly on the edge of his chair next to Tony. 

Wanda and Vision were sitting on the floor next to each other, their backs against the couch that Nat, Clint, and Sam were occupying. Stephen was sitting on another chair, a glass of bourbon in his hand while his cape drifted around aimlessly behind him. 

Loki and Thor were sitting on the same couch, though on opposite ends so that another person could have easily sat between them. Bucky however, had opted to sit on the floor as well instead of taking that spot. Just in case the other two started fighting with each other. 

Several different bottles of alcohol and drinking glasses littered the coffee table. 

"Um, Truth." Steve said hesitantly. 

"Does Y/N have any kinks in bed?" 

Steve and you blushed while the others roared with laughter. Bucky chuckled, nudging Steve's glass. "I already know you aren't answering that one pal, drink up." 

Steve downed the glass and then said, "Clint, Truth or Dare?"

"Dare, do I look like a pussy?" Clint asked. He had had a bit much to drink. 

"Ah! Watch your language." Tony drawled, swirling his alcohol in his hand. 

You snickered quietly as Steve rolled his eyes. 

"I dare you to text Fury and tell him that you bought him a kitten for Christmas, which is waiting under his bed." Steve said with a bit of a smirk on his face. 

"Oh shit you're dead Clint." Sam laughed. 

Clint scoffed, "Fury doesn't scare me." He pulled out his phone and Nat made sure he spelled everything properly so that Fury didn't know Clint was just drunk. 

"F.RI.D.A.Y., you know what to do." 

Immediately, a camera was pulled up above the coffee table and everyone around the table could see Fury sitting up in a bed in an unfamiliar bedroom, drinking a cup of coffee and reading a thick book. 

"You have cameras in Fury's bedroom Tony?" You squealed, both appalled, fascinated, and happy that they would come in use so you could see his reaction.

"I'm pretty sure that's against some sort of privacy law." Bucky said uncaring. 

"Jesus Tony." Steve muttered under his breath. 

You all watched as Fury reached over to the bedside table, picking up his phone. In a second, he'd thrown his coffee cup and book, leaping off the bed and he was gone from the room. 

"Sam's right, you're dead." Nat commented slightly. 

"Alright Y/N." Clint said grinning, completely ignoring Nat and Sam. "Truth or Dare?" 

You had long learned your lesson of taking dares from Clint. Most of them resulted in him daring you to kiss someone in the room, which just served to piss Steve off immensely- especially if the person was Bucky or Tony. 

"Truth." You said and Steve gave your knee a comforting squeeze. 

"Does Steve have any kinks in bed?" Clint asked with a shit-eating grin. 

You grinned back, "Well-" 

*** 

"Are you upset?" You asked softly as you and Steve came back to your room. 

He didn't look mad exactly. He looked thoughtful, but slightly upset. Frown lines were across his forehead like he was deep in thought, but about something upsetting. 

"Hmm?" He asked slightly, looking over at you. He slipped the dress jacket that he'd worn to the formal party off as you sat down on the edge of the bed, slipping the red heels off. "No, not really. Not about anything you did anyways if that's what you're worried about." 

A slight weight seemed to come off your shoulders. "I just thought you might've been upset that I told them you were a dom and had a huge breeding kink." 

A flicker of a smile went over Steve's lips as he slid the closet door open, hanging up the suit jacket, before slowly unbuttoning the white shirt underneath. 

"No. I don't care if they know that baby. It was more. . . well I was wondering what. . . what a er- breeding kink even was." Steve's cheeks flushed red and he turned slightly so that his back was to you as he slid the white shirt off, leaving him bare from the waist up. 

You smiled lovingly. "Oh don't be embarrassed Steve." You said, getting up and padding silently over to him to wrap your arms around your waist. It's okay if you don't know what a certain kink is." 

"Well, it's just that both you and Bucky have now said I have one. And even at the party, Nat and Tony both said they weren't surprised so. . ." 

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, if you're worried about that." You said. "It just means that you love the idea of having kids. Of breeding me to have kids per se. And not necessarily me in general, just any woman that you might be in love with." 

"I'm not 'might' in love with you Y/N." Steve said softly. "I am in love with you." 

You blushed before Steve pecked you on the lips. 

"Although," He said softly now, frowning. "I thought a kink. . . well I thought that was just. . . you know bed play only. Like with your um. . . the. . ." 

He wracked his brain, making hand motions until you helped him out and suggested, "Bondage/BDSM kink?" 

"Yes that." Steve said, relieved, "I mean, it's just a sex thing. Otherwise you hate being restrained. But for me. . . I always want kids Y/N, whether we're having sex or not. . ." 

"That's not a bad thing." You said softly. "You're a family man Steve. Everyone whose ever known you would guess you have a breeding kink. It doesn't mean that's driving you the entire time, it just comes out more forcefully in the bed. But wanting children even outside of the bed doesn't mean one way or another its' bad." 

"I guess I just haven't gotten my head completely wrapped around all of these new terms." Steve said with a slight smile. "Things weren't as wild back in my time." 

You grinned, sitting back down on the edge of the bed so you could roll the panty hose off. "I bet you were a sure vanilla guy." 

Steve flushed red as he laid the dress pants out neatly across the dirty clothes hamper. He picked the dress shoes up off the floor, putting them in a cubby hole with the rest of the shoes. He turned to you, nibbling at his bottom lip as he saw you. "I was a virgin until I met you cookie." 

"Well you're one hell of a dom for a virgin." You praised, standing up and putting the panty hose in the bottom drawer. 

"Is that right?" Steve asked, suddenly behind you, his clothed bulge pressed up against your ass. He wrapped his arms around your waist. "How about you get out of this beautiful dress then and we'll have a good time tonight?" 

"Yes." You breathed out. 

Steve unzipped the back of your dress, slowly letting it trail off your shoulders, before you stepped out of it. 

The both of you left it pooled on the floor as he swept you up into his arms, carrying you over to the bed, putting you down ontop of the covers. 

Steve stood back from the bed for a moment, taking off his dress shirt and pants, draping them over the wooden chair behind the desk where he drew his art. Once he was left in only his boxers, he clambered up onto the bed next to you. 

He kissed your cheek sweetly, his hands wandering up and down your body, gently massaging you everywhere he touched. His grip was firm, but comforting and you started to relax in his hold. 

"I love you cookie." He whispered, kissing your lips sweetly. You could taste the slight tang of alcohol on his lips. He wasn't a huge drinker, but as he couldn't get drunk anyways, it didn't matter what he drank or how much of it. 

"I love you too dreamboat." You said with a slight grin on your face. You had researched old slang for handsome men and it was worth it to see the delight of his old terms being used with him in bed. 

After he was slowly finishing making you feel relaxed and loved, his right hand slipped lower and he started to massage your folds now. 

He lowered himself further on the bed, settling on his stomach so that he could suck on your clit, two fingers pumping in and out of your cunt as he did so. 

Your panting grew heavier as you tossed your head back, hands gripping the blue sheets underneath your hands. "S-S-Steve please." 

"That's it cookie." He murmured, using his thumb to press deep erotic circles into your nub. His other arm came up to hold your hips down as he brought you to the brink of your orgasm. "Give me everything, gonna get you nice and ready." 

You and Steve weren't necessarily trying for kids. You'd only been married for sixth months at this point, but you knew Steve wanted them. Hell, who were you kidding? You wanted them too. Not as many as Steve, granted, but at least two, even three. Five or six seemed a bit much though. But honestly, if six was the amount Steve wanted, you would give them to him. He deserved the world that man. 

Your man. 

You crashed over his fingers and he coaxed you through the entire thing, before he slowly and gently pulled his fingers from your warmth. He licked your essence away as you reached out, gripping his hard length firmly in your hand and started to pump him. 

"Fuck." He groaned as you took his length deep down your throat. His hands flew to your hair, gripping the strands tightly before he could find the willpower to relax and let go, rearranging his hold to become both dominant, yet gentle. 

He didn't let you suck him for long, pulling you off before he could burst. 

He laid you back down on the bed firmly, pulling you forwards a little, lifting your hips off the bed slightly which gave him better access to slide into you. 

"Oh." You moaned out, arms flying upwards to grab him around the neck and pull him close. 

"Oh  cookie." He groaned, bottoming out inside of you before he started to lightly thrust. And then he started to move much faster. 

It didn't take long for the sure signs of his breeding kink to pop out. 

"Please Steve, please go faster, I'm so close." I begged as his hips started to snap forward with precision and strength, pleasure traveling from the tips of my toes to my head. 

Steve groaned lowly. "God yes. Yes, I'm gonna fuck a baby into you Y/N. I'm gonna fill you up till you're round and large. You're gonna have a little baby bump right here." 

He kissed your stomach, right above your belly button. You could read his eyes, filled with love and adoration and desperation. 

"Yes." You whispered, bucking against him. "Please fill me up Steve. I want to have your baby." 

"You want my baby?" Steve asked and the desperation was gone, filled only now with love, adoration, and joy. It was a look that you wished you could put on Steve's face twenty-four seven, especially after long, stressful missions. 

"God yes Steve." You whimpered as he hammered into you. He pressed one leg to the side, hitting you at another, pleasurable angle. 

Your fingers ran down his back. 

"I'm so close baby." He murmured. "Gonna filled you with my seed. Gonna let it take root, gonna give you a baby. Gonna make us a proper family now." 

"Please Steve, fill me up." You begged, hugging him in a death grip. 

You came again just as he spilled into you, and you could feel the ropes traveling deep inside of you. 

Steve panted heavily, his forehead covered with a light sheen of sweat as he worked through light thrusts, making sure the both of you were completely rid of your orgasms. 

He pulled out slowly, rolling over and unsteadily making his way to the bathroom. You could hear the water running and very soon after, he came back with a large purple towel and two small blue washcloths. 

He sank back down onto the bed, wiping down your entire body- the cold water feeling well after the hot session. He cleaned up your pussy last, before placing a kiss on your stomach again. 

"Please." He whispered against your skin, before he pulled back, grabbing the large dry towel to dry you off. He got rid of the towels, cleaning himself off in the bathroom. 

He came back, grabbing himself a new pair of boxers and grabbing you one of his T-shirts and a pair of comfortable silk knickers. 

"I love you Y/N." He whispered, pulling you into him from behind. "I really do." 

"I love you too Stevie." you whispered back, rolling over so that you could snuggle into him like a giant teddy bear.

Five months later you discovered you were having twins. 

[tickletastic]

Can I ask for headcanons about the Robins?

Yes, absolutely! I have some batfam headcanons here (and probably a bunch more in my tags), so these ones will focus on them as robins

Dick

Such a little shit, but almost impossible to control because of his unlimited energy

while, as nightwing, he's used to being the eldest, when he was robin, he was almost always the youngest around, so he suffered a lot of the younger sibling torture at the hands of the titans and yj

while bruce wanted dick to be more serious, especially when he's leading a team, i think he was actually terrible at it until jason came around, i don't think this boy could deliver a single command to the titans without bursting out laughing

i think the older people in the titans would probably tickle him when he tried to lean too hard into the whole serious bat thing, to remind him that he's just a kid, and being a twelve year old is more important for his development than fighting crime

while it embarrasses dick immensely to outright admit he likes being tickled, the titans, bruce, and alfred all found out pretty damn fast

dick would get a bit too hyper and end up bouncing (literally) off the walls, hanging from wayne manor chandeliers, and bruce would have to find a way to wrangle him down, eventually he realized that tickling was a great way to drain all of dick's energy (at least for an hour or two)

at some point, while dick would still pretend to put up a fight when peeled down from the ceiling, he would let bruce catch him much easier because he'd be excited for the tickles

i think he's probably ask bruce for soft tummy tickles or back tickles to fall asleep sometimes

Jason

when jason first moved to the manor, he was prickly, to say the absolute least, and it probably took a while for him to warm up to touch given that he grew up in crime alley

the first time that jason doesnt flinch away when dick, alfred, or bruce go to touch him, they consider it a huge win, but still, none of them want to push it too far out of fear that jason will become all skittish again

i think they probably find out that jason is ticklish after patrol, when he's getting checked for injuries,, alfred was probably just trying to check his ribs and jason started to giggle uncontrollably, and suddenly everyone was trying to hide that their attention was on jason being adorable

when jason started leaning into touches is when everyone took it as a sign that he completely trusted them, because jason is not one to tell anybody what he wants, even if he doesn't have to say it out loud

after that, dick took it as free reign to tease jason all he wanted

jason was insanely ticklish when he was robin, but even if he was completely breathless with tears streaming down his face, he would never admit that he was.... but dick still tried to get him to admit it every time

bruce wasnt sure if jason would be anything like dick, but he did try the soft tummy and back tickles on jason to see if he found it relaxing, unfortunately for jason, he found even that to be unbearably ticklish, though he did love bruce's affection

Damian

i always forget that he's literally just a kid, like he's literally pocket sized

not incredibly ticklish like jason was when he was robin, but ticklish enough everywhere that he will at least giggle steadily, even if the spot isnt that bad

he would kill anyone who even attempted to say it out loud but he adores being tickled by his family

i think he loves all affection from his family in general, especially dick and bruce, but he's going to argue, insult, and fight his way through it no matter the form, including tickling

damian is 100% the type to dish out black eyes and bloody noses while he's being tickled

he does actually like back and neck tickles from dick when he's going to sleep, but he cant help himself from laughing, even though he likes how it feels

gets tickled most often by dick and bruce, but every once in a while he'll get thrown over jason's shoulder and tickled until he's actually saying "please stop" instead of just demanding that jason stop

Tim

his ticklishness is pretty similar to dick's, though he can't handle even a second of anticipation, both as robin and as red robin

this is something dick knew very well, and he would use it against tim at any opportunity, just hovering his fingers an inch away from a ticklish spot and watching tim giggle hysterically as if he really is getting tickled

he finds it to be a lot more flustering than his brothers do, and he can't handle teasing at all

after jason's death, dick made sure that tim knew how much he appreciated and loved him, which included A LOT of affection (enough to make up for two brothers)

as a result, i think dick probably found out that tim was ticklish first, by manoeuvring him while they were cuddling or trying to give him a massage

when tim was robin, he would laugh so hard it would even surprise himself, he wouldn't be able to make out a single word while getting tickled silly by dick or bruce

weirdly, i think tim was probably the best at hiding it too,,, i think, while he can't handle anticipation, if someone accidentally brushed him, or if he knew he was going to get checked for injuries, he'd be able to school his features pretty well for a little bit

i think, as robin, he hated the earpieces because the vibrations when someone was talking over the comms tickled too much, though he eventually grew out of it (aka replaced just his comms system with one that wouldn't vibrate so he wouldn't giggle out loud on patrol)

[widowsistersandfriends]

Fighting the Tickle Monster

Request: Hi! First of all, your fics are amazing and cute and I'm so sorry for the haters you're getting! If that's okay, I wanted to give you a little prompt for Wanda and reader. Like, since joining the compound, reader has always seen Wanda being the tickle monster (she gave herself that title!) so they get Wanda, only to find out she is a huge and adorable walking tickle spot! You're free to add whatever you want, even other characters, I don't mind :)

Notes: Thank you so much for this cute request! I appreciate your patience waiting for this fic! I hope you enjoy :)

Word Count: 2030

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You were new to the Avengers, as this was only your second week living in the compound with all of them. You were still in awe of the structure and layout of your new living space. The highest technology, finest finishes, and updated appliances. For now, you had your own room, but you were never alone for long. Especially since the rest of the Avengers loved hanging out as a group downstairs in the common area.

You had many mentors who helped lead the way for you. As you learned more about how to be a great superhero, you also learned a lot more about the roles around the compound. Yelena was the prankster, roping in Kate and Peter so she could split the punishment. Peter and Kate were young and maybe just a tad bit scared of Yelena. They figured it was better to split the punishment three ways rather than two. Natasha was definitely the mom of the group, caring and strong, while always looking out for your safety and well-being first. Steve was the goofy one, always cracking corny jokes and happened to be an amazing chef as well. Tony was the uptight, serious, all work no play guy around there. Thor, Bruce, and Clint were chill dudes, who bonded over their lack of understanding of what young people do these days. Lastly, Wanda was the one who would do anything to protect anyone, but she also had a mischievous side and couldn’t help messing with people given her powers.

From what you’ve seen so far, whenever Yelena would try to pull pranks with Kate and Peter, Wanda would be the first to punish them with tickles. Her powers allowed her to pin all three of them at once while still having both her hands free. Natasha would sometimes join in to help her or give away Yelena’s weaknesses. Even though you were new here, Yelena still tried to rope you in as much as possible. Today, you were involved in your first quadruplet prank, which you learned the hard way to not do.

The four of you had put on swim flippers, dragging mud prints into the compound, trying to scare the others that an animal had walked through and left footprints. You guys were able to execute it quickly, running into the garage to take off the flippers and hide them. You knew this was a harmless prank since Wanda could use her magic to clean it up in seconds. However, your flippers were stuck and you couldn’t get them off in time, when the garage door opened and Wanda caught you guys in the act. 

“Well well well, what do we have here?” Wanda asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing…” You said, avoiding eye contact and trying to move out of sight.

“Seems like Y/N has gotten roped into one of Yelena’s famous pranks huh?” The witch said, knowing that Yelena and the rest of the crew were hiding nearby. 

“I wasn’t doing anything!” You blurted out.

The witch knew you were lying, as she could hear your thoughts. 

“Really?” Wanda said, smirking a little before sending some magic towards you. In seconds you felt ticklish sensations on your ribcage, making you double over with laughter and wrap your arms around yourself, to no avail.

“Wahahanda stahahahap gehehet ihihit ohohoff,” you giggled, struggling to stay standing.

“Not until you spill the truth,” Wanda said, upping the sensation, making you fall to the ground laughing. It also didn’t help that she had added sensations to your armpits. Wanda slowly made her way over to you, as you were a giggly mess on the floor. Your superpower was the ability to shut your nerves off. However, you were too ticklish and couldn’t concentrate enough to focus.

“C’mon Y/N, what’s the matter? Can’t turn your ticklishness off?” Wanda asked, now picking you up and flying back into the living room with you, and pinning you with her powers. With that, she continued the sensations and began to tickle your sides with her sharp nails.

“GAHAHAHA WAHAHANDA STAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEASE IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES,” you screamed with laughter. 

“Better fess up who else is in cahoots with you,” the witch teased, speeding her fingers up.

“AHAHAHA NEHEHEVER,” you cried, unable to squirm and knowing that if you didn’t fess up, she would tickle you to tears.

“Tell the tickle monster, before she makes you pee your pants,” Wanda teased, moving down to your feet.

“NOHOHO NOHOHOT THEHEHERE OKAHAHAY IHIHI GHIHIVE,” you shouted, knowing that once someone got a hold of your feet, you were done for.

“Tell me,” Wanda demanded, as you giggled from the lingering sensation.

“Ihihi ahaha was wihith Yelena, Kate, and Peter,” you huffed out, lying there in defeat.

“Ohh interesting,” Wanda said teasingly, as you knew she already knew all the details, wanted to tickle you to get you to confess.

“You’re evil, you know that,” you said playfully.

“Glad you picked up on that in the short time you’ve been here,” Wanda said with a wink.

“Now what do you say? Want to help me dish out a punishment to your other little minions?” Wanda asked with a smile.

You thought for a second, knowing that either way you would be in trouble. Whether it was with Wanda or Yelena. However, Wanda had way more power, so you took your chances with Yelena and led the witch back to the garage where the others were hiding. In your defense, they didn’t try to save you when you were being tickled to pieces.

You turned on the lights in the garage, telling Wanda where they hid. 

“Thanks, Y/N. I’ll give you a headstart so they don’t try to chase you,” the witch whispered. You quickly ran off, hearing Yelena shout your name to get back there. You let out a giggle and returned to the living room where you found Natasha doing a sudoku puzzle.

“Heard you got wrecked, Y/N,” Natasha said, smirking without looking up.

“Shut up, I did not!” 

“Everyone could hear your laughter throughout the compound,” Natasha said. Before you could respond, Wanda came back in, all three kiddos in tow.

“Why do we keep agreeing to this?” Peter asked Kate, who looked like a deer in the headlights, knowing she was doomed. Yelena was the only one trying to wiggle her way out of Wanda’s grasp, being unsuccessful. 

“The more you squirm, the more she’s gonna tickle you,” Natasha told Yelena.

“But if I escape I won’t get tickled at all,” Yelena said back matter-of-factly.

“Too bad you’re not escaping,” you chimed in shyly.

“You little turd. You’re the reason why I got caught!” Yelena said, pointing at you.

“Don’t worry, I already tickled her to pieces,” Wanda said, catching you blushing.

“Oh man, I wish I saw that,” Yelena said with a chuckle.

“You missed a lot. She’s super ticklish and has the sweetest giggle,” Wanda said, floating her magic towards you, this time on your stomach.

“Nohohohoo Wahahahanda plehehehease ihih’ve hahahad enohough,” you squealed, curling up into a ball. They all laughed at your reaction, much to your embarrassment. 

“I didn’t forget about you guys,” Wanda said, promptly pinning the three of them with her powers.

“Now, who should I start with first?” Wanda said, wiggling her fingers.

“Kate!” Yelena blurted out, before bursting into laughter, as Wanda raked her nails over Yelena’s armpits.

“AHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAP.”

“Since you volunteered someone else, I decided to tickle you first,” Wanda said cheekily.

“IHIHITS SOHOHO BAHAHAD PLEHEHEASE,” the blonde laughed, as Wanda began to squeeze her knees and knead into her hips.

Wanda gave her a break and moved on to Kate, who was the most scared out of all of them.

“Please don’t tickle me! I’m sorry!” Kate pleaded.

“Hmm, no I think the tickle monster is still hungry,” Wanda said, blowing three raspberries on Kate’s stomach. It tickled so much that Kate went into silent laughter.

“Wow Kate, she’s not even doing much,” Peter teased, whose eyes then widened when Wanda reached over and tickled his armpits, making the boy squeal with laughter. She now used her other hand to dip a finger into Kate’s belly button. 

“WANDA NOT THEHEHEHERE IHIHI CAHAHANT STAHAHAND IHIHIT,” Kate screamed. She was getting their two worst spots at the same time. Once she felt they had enough, she sent some magic to all of them, tickling them on their feet and sides. They were all laughing too much to even speak. Meanwhile Natasha had moved closer to you on the couch.

“You know, we should try to get Wanda back. She’s always the most powerful one here, but why not give her a taste of her own medicine?” Natasha suggested quietly to you.

“No way! I’m not suffering through punishment again!” You hissed back quietly.

“You’d rather be in trouble with me?” Natasha said, pinching your side, making you yelp and jump away.

“That’s what I thought,” the redhead said, now explaining the plan to you.

Natasha snuck up behind Wanda while she was distracted, grabbing her from behind and pinning her arms above her head. Meanwhile you came around and quickly sat on Wanda’s waist.

“Y/N! What are you doing??” Wanda questioned, trying to break free from Natasha. 

“I’m here to get revenge,” you said simply.

“Too bad I’m not ticklish, so you’ll have to find another way,” the witch responded confidently.

“We’ll see about that,” you said, slowly tracing your fingers over her sides and stomach. You saw her jolt, as she sucked her stomach in to avoid your fingers.

“Oh what do we have here? Seems like I’m not the only liar here,” you said, now kneading into her sides and tickling her stomach with no mercy.

“Y/N STAHAHAHAP OHOO MY GOHOHOSH,” the witch cried out with laughter. The tickling was enough for her to break concentration, which released the other three from her spell holding them down. Meanwhile, Natasha was using her free hand to tickle the witch’s armpits. 

“Alright everyone, pick a spot,” Natasha said, keeping a firm grip on her wrists.

Yelena went to her feet, Kate was at her knees, and you and Peter would get her upper body, while Natasha got her armpits. 

“Everyone ready?” Yelena asked.

“NO GUYS PLEASE! DONT DO THIS!” Wanda panicked, unable to escape. 

“Who’s the tickle monster now?” You asked, as you all began to tickle her to pieces.

“NOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHA GUYS STAHAHAP,” Wanda shouted, overwhelmed with ticklish sensations. 

You raked your nails over her ribs, before digging in between her rib bones knowing that you had hit a sweet spot. The witch tried to kick and wiggle as much as she could, but she was outnumbered.

“Do you admit defeat?” Yelena asked, running her nails over a particularly good spot near her heel. 

“GAHAHA NEHEHEVER SCREHEHEW YOHOHOU GUHUYS,” the witch laughed, turning pink.

“Man she is stubborn,” Peter commented with a small laugh.

“Fine, then take this as revenge for all the times you tickled us. Turns out you’re even more ticklish than us!” Kate said, now tickling the back of her knees.

Natasha had let her guard down a bit, loosening her grip on Wanda’s wrists. The witch saw this opportunity and extended her arms to reach Natasha’s stomach. She wiggled her fingers, causing Natasha to yelp and let go of her wrists. With her hands free now, she immediately turned towards you and reached up to tickle you off of her. You squealed and immediately got off of her. Wanda was able to overpower the others and quickly turned the tables on Natasha, the only one who hadn’t been tickled yet. 

Within seconds, Natasha was laughing and squealing, failing to swat Wanda’s quick hands away. You joined the other three, fleeing to safety.

“You brats!” Natasha yelled out over her laughter. The four of you knew they would get revenge on you guys afterwards, so you guys took advantage of the head start. Even if tickling embarrassed you, you loved the bonding it created between you and your superhero teammates. And the one thing you always remembered was that Wanda was the ultimate tickle monster.

[ilguna]

Hi how about expired medicine number 83 with doctor strange? pls 💛

☼ when the dead rise pt1 (Stephen Strange) ☼

warnings; swearing, a lot of mention of death, actual death, ehh gore, injuries, use of weapons.

wc; 14.8k

prompt; 83. "Did you really have to be that honest?"

notes; the entire imagine is an infinity war spoiler. all of it. with some stephen sprinkled in, some angst, and very little tony slander (blink and you'll miss it). sorry not sorry.

—

“Seriously, you don’t have any money?” Stephen asks Wong, beginning to go down the steps.

“Attachment to the material is detachment from the spiritual.” Wong replies, following behind the two of you.

“I’ll tell the guys at the deli. Maybe they’ll make you a metaphysical ham on rye.” Stephen muses, you let out a light laugh.

“Oh, wait, wait wait. I think I have two-hundred.”

“Dollars?” You ask, as you stop on the step to look at him.

“Rupees.” He smiles.

“Which is?” Stephen asks, not bothering to turn around.

“Uh, buck and a half.” 

Stephen sighs, “What do you want?”

Wong claps his hands together, you let him pass you on the steps, before starting down them again. “I wouldn’t say no to a tuna melt.”

A blinding light comes from the sunroof, shaking the whole building, and slamming straight through the ceiling. A flurry of wooden splinters and marble go flying through the air, as you’re taken with the mass. The debris creates a hazy smog, which coats your throat in a few breaths.

“(Y/n)?” Stephen’s tone is alarmed.

“I’m alive.” You cough, wiping the dusty film from your face.

When you turn your head to see what came crashing through the ceiling, you’re met with a green leg. It makes you jump slightly, as you jerk away from the person. It isn’t until you’ve made it to his face, do you realize there’s nothing to worry about.

It’s Bruce.

His skin is returning back to its regular pigment. He pants beside you, hand reaching out to grab your forearm. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Stephen and Wong peeking over the hole in the stairs, both on high alert. 

“Thanos is coming.” Bruce’s voice is still mixed with Hulks. On his next breath, it sounds more like him. “He’s coming.”

Stephen and Wong share a look, “Who?”

You pull your arm from Bruce, pushing to get to your feet. There’s a few aches that sprout, caused from you landing so aggressively. Wong creates an opening for you to walk through so they don’t have to pull you out of the hole in the staircase. On the other side, standing in the middle of the foyer, you begin to brush the dust off. It seems to be never ending.

“I need clothes.” Bruce says, “Or pants, at the very least.”

You rake your fingers through your hair, watching the dirt rain down around your head like a thin curtain. Wong walks away briefly, coming back with a change of clothes. He drops it into the hole, backing away to allow him to change in privacy.

“The whole planet is in danger.” Bruce says, “Thanos—he’s collecting these crystals that allow him to manipulate different things.” He pauses, you can barely see him pull the shirt over his head. “We’re next, he’s coming here to get more. And when he’s done, he’ll wipe out half of the population.”

Your eyes snap to Stephen, and find that his eyes are already on you, watching. A ticklish feeling crosses over your palms, as a different creeping feeling crawls up your spine and to the base of your neck, goosebumps covering your arms. As if your body is excited by the idea of it.

You aren’t. The thought of billions on your planet dying sends a pain through your heart. With a closed fist, you rub your chest, shaking your head at your boyfriend. This is not the time to be gauging your reaction. You can’t control it, as much as you wish you could.

“We need Tony.” Bruce says, “Tony Stark?”

Stephen raises his eyebrows. “Can we trust him?”

You tilt your head at him. “It’s Bruce, of course we can.”

While Wong begins the process of locating where Tony is at the moment, you and Stephen leave to change. Coincidentally, the suit you have was made for you by Tony, back when you had initially agreed to be an Avenger.

At the time, it was funny, because all these stipulations came with having it. To him, you were still a stranger, but he knew you were trustworthy. As much as he didn’t want to admit it at the time, it was hard for him not to think that. Especially since you were just a bystander the day Loki came to earth to wreak havoc.

You’d spent your entire life running away from problems that you couldn’t overcome or get away from, no matter how hard you tried. But as you watched those ships come through the portal, for the first time, your body had the opposite reaction of what it was used to doing. 

In street clothes, with barely any practice with the ability you’d recently discovered—you helped the heroes that were risking their lives to save yours. You threw yourself into that fight, despite knowing full well there was a chance you’d get killed for it. 

When Tony finally noticed what you were doing, and got over the initial panic of thinking you were Loki’s accomplice, he gave you an area to protect. Which doubled in size when he saw the impact you were causing. And when it was all said and done, he offered to help you.

You turned him down, out of fear of what the public would actually think when they saw you in action. Of course, you and your ability to bring people back from the dead was smeared across national television, painting you in a good light. That was in connection with the Avengers, though. You couldn’t stand the idea of what they’d say when you were on your own.

You got over it a few months later. You thought Tony would hold your first choice over your head, but he hasn’t mentioned it after all these years. Even though Tony can be an ass at times, you appreciate what he’s done for you.

The suit fits like a glove, despite not wearing it as frequently as you used to. You stopped right around the time Steve and Tony had their fight. The Avengers team crumbled after that, and you didn’t see a need to wear it anymore. Not with how peaceful it is.

Or rather, was.

You join the others back in the foyer, where you find Tony sitting on a couch with his hand over his mouth. At the sound of your approach, he looks over, eyes locking on the suit for a long moment, seemingly surprised that you’re wearing it, before giving you a half-smile.

“(Y/n).”

“Hey, Tony.” You cross your arms. “How’s Pepper?”

“She’s good.”

Stephen clears his throat, you turn to see him standing with Wong and Bruce a few feet away. You tilt your head, wandering to stand next to the staircase railing. “Go ahead.”

“At the dawn of the universe, there was nothing.” Wong begins. “Then…” An explosion of stars appears in the air, creating a galaxy that surrounds you. “Boom. The Big Bang sent six elemental crystals hurtling across the virgin universe. These Infinity Stones each control an essential aspect of existence.”

“Space.” Stephen says, as the floating blue crystal begins to glow, moving off to the side. “Reality.” This stone is a bright red “Power.” A purple stone shines. “Soul.” The orange one sizzles. “Mind.” As the yellow one reflects the light. “And Time.” Stephen finishes, adjusting the necklace that rests against his chest.

He touches it, bending his fingers as he pulls his hands away from each other. This unlocks the restrictions briefly, letting the shimmering green stone breathe.

“Tell me his name again.” Tony says.

“Thanos.” Bruce begins to walk toward him. “He’s a plague, Tony. He invades planets. He takes what he wants.” Tony has gotten to his feet, meeting Bruce in the middle. “He wipes out half the population. He sent Loki. The attack on New York, that’s him.”

The same creeping feeling comes back, something bubbling beneath your skin. Your face twists, “What?”

“This is it.” Tony takes a step back to walk around the room. “What’s our timeline?”

“No telling. He has the Power and Space Stones.” Bruce is following him. “That already makes him the strongest creature in the whole universe. If he gets his hands on all six stones, Tony…”

“He could destroy life on a scale hitherto undreamt of.” Stephen says.

You walk to join the circle that’s formed on the other side of the staircase.

“Did you seriously just say ‘hitherto undreamt of’?” Tony asks.

“Are you seriously leaning on the Cauldron of the Cosmos?” Stephen shoots back. 

“Is that what it is?” Tony asks, bending his leg back to stretch it, Stephen’s cloak slaps him. You cringe, because you know that wasn’t a move most people would make. “I’m going to allow that.” He stares at Stephen wordlessly, and then takes a breath. “If Thanos needs all six, why don’t we just stick this one down a garbage disposal?”

“No can do.” Stephen shakes his head.

“We swore an oath to protect the Time Stone with our lives.” Wong tells him.

“And I swore off dairy but then Ben & Jerry’s named a flavor after me, so—”

“Stark Raving Hazelnuts.” You laugh, playing with a piece of wood with your shoe.

“It’s not bad.” Tony looks in your direction.

“A bit chalky.” Stephen says.

“A Hunk of Hulk of Burning Fudge is our favorite.” Wong says.

“That’s a thing?” Bruce’s face is twisted, looking between you.

“Whatever.” Tony says. “Point is, things change.”

“Our oath to protect the Time Stone cannot change. And this stone may be the best chance we have against Thanos.” Stephen tells him.

“Yeah, so conversely, it may also be his best chance against us.”

“Well, if we don’t do our jobs.” Stephen doesn’t budge, and he’s not going to.

Tony turns to face him fully. “What is your job exactly? Besides making balloon animals.”

“Protecting your reality, douchebag.” 

You press your lips together, rubbing your forehead. Bruce interjects. “Okay, guys. Could we table this discussion right now? The fact is we have this stone.” he holds his hand out in Stephen’s direction. “We know where it is. Vision is out there somewhere with the Mind Stone and we have to find him now.”

“Yeah, that’s the thing.” Tony mutters, looking away.

“What do you mean?” 

“Two weeks ago, Vision turned off his transponder. He’s offline.” Tony shrugs.

“What?”

“Yeah.” He begins to walk away again, you share a look with Stephen.

“These used to be your people?” He asks, “You followed him?”

You wave him off. “We work better in the moment.”

“Tony, you lost another super-bot?” Bruce asks.

“I didn’t lose him. He’s more than that. He’s evolving.” Tony glances over his shoulder.

“Who could find Vision then?” Stephen asks.

Tony’s silent, you let out a sigh. “Probably Steve Rogers. Right, Tony?”

“Oh, great.” Stephen turns away.

“Maybe.” Tony agrees, sighing. “But…”

“Call him.” Bruce says. 

“It’s not that easy.” Tony faces Bruce. “God, we haven’t caught up in a spell, have we? The Avengers broke up, we’re toast.”

“Broke up?” Bruce repeats. “Like a band. Like—like the Beatles?” 

“Cap and I fell out hard.” Tony shakes his head. “We’re not on speaking terms.”

“Tony, listen to me.” Bruce says, stepping closer. “Thor’s gone. Thanos is coming. It doesn’t matter who you’re talking to or not.”

Tony looks away, sighing. He walks a few feet away, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. After he flips it open, he scrolls through to find Steve’s number, staring at it.

He then lifts his head, staring at the wall in front of him. At the same time, you can feel the ground rumbling through your shoes. You reach to grab Stephen, hand closing around the sleeve of his suit. The vases and lamps begin to shake, clinking against the surface they’re resting on.

The five of you stand quietly, listening to the distant noise, until Tony turns around. “Say, Doc, you wouldn’t happen to be moving your hair, would you?”

You look at Stephen to see what Tony means, finding one of the strands that refuses to stay put, wiggling against his forehead. As if a breeze is constantly moving through his hair.

“Not at the moment, no.” 

The sound is getting louder, Tony looks up through the hole in the ceiling where Bruce had come from. Your attention is turned to the door, where one person runs by, then two. And they don’t look like they’re jogging.

A dreadful feeling washes over your body as you follow Tony to the door. The closer you get, the louder the screaming is. He swings it open, stepping out onto the sidewalk. You follow him with crossed arms, looking in the direction of where everyone is running away from. 

There’s traffic down the street, people are getting out of cars to abandon their vehicles to run away from the danger. A strong gust of air blows through, pulling abandoned papers and leaves with them. You dodge several people to keep up with Tony’s speed.

The police sirens are getting louder, but they’re likely not coming in this direction. You watch as a silver car drives straight into a light pole. Tony points at it, “Help him!”

“Banner!” Wong calls.

“Wong, look alive!” 

“Go, go! We got it!” Bruce waves you on.

Tony reaches into his shirt to pull out his tech glasses. “Friday, what am I looking at?”

You stop for a second, allowing Stephen to catch up. He reaches to touch your back, guiding you forward with him. 

“I don’t want you to worry about me out here.” You tell him. 

“I’ll keep you safe.” He says.

“No, I can do that myself.” You press your finger into his chest. “You worry about you.”

Tony turns around. “Hey! You might wanna put that Time Stone in your back pocket, Doc!”

“Might wanna use it.” He says, magic surrounding his forearm. 

Tony peeks around the corner, pulling his head back when a red blanket whips through the air, being blown away. He begins to walk out into the open, and when it’s your turn to see what’s causing the chaos, you swallow. 

A giant spaceship in the shape of a ring is down the street to the left. It’s hovering in the air, giving off an electrical buzz. From what you can see, there’s no alien life near it, meaning they must be inside, or they’ve left it behind.

“Friday, evac anyone south of 43rd Street. Notify first responders.”

Stephen moves his hands, working up the magic before he shoves his palms out, sending a blast of air back at the ship. In the silence that settles, you can hear the sirens in the distance. It’s much easier to walk through the street without the wind resistance.

As you grow closer to the ship, a beam of blue light shines down onto the street, two alien beings appearing at the bottom. The one on the left being about the same size as Hulk, dressed in armor with a giant scythe, you believe. While the creature on the right is half the others’ size, fingers pressed together.

Tony’s pace slows the closer you get, leaving four car distances between you and the aliens.

“Hear me and rejoice.” The one on the right begins. Tony crosses his arms. “You are about to die at the hands of the Children of Thanos.”

The giant one says something, lifting his weapon to hold with both hands, revealing that it’s a pickaxe.

“Be thankful that your meaningless lives are now contributing—”

“I’m sorry, Earth is closed today.” Tony cuts him off. “You better pack it up and get outta here.”

“Stonekeeper.” The creature says, eyes on Stephen. “Does this chattering animal speak for you?”

“Certainly not. I speak for myself.” He says, walking forward, moving his hands to show off his magic. “You’re trespassing in this city and on this planet.” Wong does the same behind you.

“He means get lost, Squidward.” Tony says.

“He exhausts me.” The noseless creature says. The tall one responds in the same foreign language. “Bring me the stone.”

“Banner, you want a piece?” Tony asks.

Bruce hums, “No, not really. But when do I ever get what I want?” He claps his hands together, rubbing.

“That’s right.”

“Okay. Push!” He grunts, his skin turning green up until his neck.

“It’s been a while.” Tony says. “It’s gonna be good to have you, buddy.”

“Okay, shh.” He hushes him. “Let me just… I need to concentrate here for a second. Come on, come on, man.”

The tall alien slams its weapon into one of the cars that’re parked on the side of the street.

“Where’s your guy?” Tony asks.

Bruce sighs, “I don’t know. We’ve sorta been having a thing.”

“It’s no time for a thing.” Tony touches his shoulder.

“I know.”

Tony points to the creature. “That’s the thing right there. Let’s go.”

It’s drawing closer with each step. Bruce begins to grunt, his voice changing, green spreading up to his lips. Stephen turns to look between you and Tony, you close your eyes.

“Dude, you’re embarrassing me in front of the wizards.”

“Tony, I’m sorry.” Bruce whispers. “Either I can’t or he won’t.”

“It’s okay.” He pushes Bruce away to stand with Wong. “Hey, stand down.” He looks at Wong. “Keep an eye on him. Thank you.”

“I have him.”

“Damn it.” Bruce mutters.

The creature jogs toward you, letting out a deep roar. Tony pulls on the strings of his track jacket, tapping the arc reactor in his chest twice. Almost out of thin air, his suit begins to crawl over his body efficiently. By the time the creature and him are face to face, he’s in his suit completely.

Tony uses a shield, falling into a kneeling position when he takes the hit. He then stands, swinging at the creature’s face, landing the punch.

As the alien recovers, you watch as the nanotech springs out of his back when he holds his arms out straight, creating four extra blasters that aid him in sending the alien down the street. The shorter one waves his hand, directing his friend to slam into several cars, instead of hitting him.

The blasters merge back into the suit.

“Where’d that come from?” Bruce asks.

“It’s nanotech. You like it? It’s a little something I—”

Tony skyrockets, leaving a trail of dirt behind him as he flies into the air. The alien raises his other hand, uprooting two trees on either side of the street, flicking his hand forward. Wong jumps in front of you, Stephen and Bruce to create a shield. 

“Doctor Banner, if the rest of your green friend won’t be joining us—” He creates a portal, Bruce falls through it. The alien throws half of a taxi in your direction, which makes it through the portal before it’s sealed.

Stephen and Wong move in sync, preparing another cast to stop the car that’s coming in your direction. Tony flies through the middle, forcing it back in the direction of the alien. He simply lifts his hand, unbothered, and it’s sliced in half, narrowly missing him, crashing onto the street behind.

“Gotta get that stone outta here, now.” Tony says.

“It stays with me.” Stephen emphasizes.

“Exactly. Bye.” Tony says, before turning to the alien and beginning to fly at him. At first, it’s slow, as he dodges several pillars that the alien knocks down to squish him. 

He then picks up speed, but the large alien has recovered, throwing a new weapon, a hammer. The handle extends like a chain, plowing Tony down the street, through a building, and into the park where Stephen had gotten him from.

The alien retracts the chain, and begins to chase after where Tony had gone, running straight into the building without slowing down. You press your lips together, eyes landing on the shorter creature. He raises his hands, palms up, pulling out a dozen bricks that line the streets.

When he twists his hands, the bricks crumble into spikes, which he sends flying in your direction. Stephen creates another portal, allowing the brick to go in. While Wong creates another, sending it out, back in the alien’s direction. He lifts a car to block his own creation, but he’s still nicked.

He breaks a fire hydrant, knocking Wong away. Stephen uses a lasso, getting it around the alien, and pulling him in your guys’ direction. You twist out of the way, right as they slam into each other, flying into a building.

You stumble over to Wong, kneeling next to him. He’s breathing, there’s blood trickling from his temple, where he hit his head. When you look up at Stephen, you can see that the alien has him trapped against the wall using bricks to hold him still.

The alien reaches to grab the Time Stone, but jerks away suddenly. He then throws Stephen onto the street, several feet away from you. You jump to your feet to help him when you see rope sprout from the ground to restrict his hands.

“(Y/n), don’t—!” He shouts.

A car sideswipes you, hard. It slams into the left of your body, knocking you into the car on your right. You can feel the pain blossoming in your ribs from the impact, as you shakily press a hand over the area.

The rope is constricting around Stephen, growing tighter by the second as it wraps around his legs, his torso, and around his neck. The alien makes a fist, the rope stiffens, Stephen lets out a grunt.

“Stop!” You shout.

“You’ll find removing a dead man’s spell troublesome.” Stephen manages to get out.

“You’ll only wish you were dead.”

The coil around Stephen’s neck tightens for the final time, you watch as his eyes roll back. He falls, unconscious, bouncing off the cop car and landing on the asphalt. You jerk forward, but the alien flattens you against the car.

He takes a small chunk of the road out using one hand, turning his back to float away with your boyfriend. It doesn’t work longer for a second, the Cloak of Levitation wraps around Stephen’s body, rocketing off and down the street. 

“No!” The alien shouts, and then his eyes land on you. 

You adjust to sit on your knees, lacing your fingers, and then slamming your hands into the asphalt, refusing to break eye contact with the alien. A tremor goes through the ground, a blast of hot air following. Car alarms begin to go off in response.

“Rise!” You demand.

The ground begins to shake, rocking you back and forth. You have to place your palms on the ground to keep from getting knocked over. One by one, a collection of species of the dead begin to rise out of the ground, breaking the street into pieces. Usually, you try not to do this in cities because of the construction it takes to repair the damage you made.

Right now, you have no choice.

Humans and aliens alike get to their feet, in varying stages of decay. Some are missing limbs, others have jaws barely holding on, with skin sagging so bad that you can see the muscle underneath. It starts with a simple dozen, but the numbers multiply, until every last dead person in the area is out of the ground.

You get to your feet, leaning against the car. “Kill him.”

At once, they rush forward to attack. You turn around, running in the opposite direction, where the cloak is taking Stephen. You can hear the undead army roaring behind you, as they work together to reach the alien that’s hovering over the ground. 

You take a shortcut through the thin, white building that Tony and the larger alien had gone through. From what you can see, Tony is still in the park, fighting him. There’s a blur of red and a hint of blue swinging away.

“You brought the kid into this?” You shout, crossing the street.

“I didn’t call him here!” Tony defends.

Already, you can feel your army growing weaker, meaning that the dead you’d conjured aren’t the strongest. You suck in a breath, and release, feeling the dark energy leave you to allow the bodies to fall. They were more of a distraction to allow you to leave without getting hurt.

You watch as Tony shoots at the alien haphazardly, flying away to dodge his attacks with the hammer. Tony disappears behind the statue in the park, causing the alien to swing at the concrete, destroying it. When Tony gets in too close, the alien secures an electric robotic hand around Tony, throwing him to the ground.

He leaves a path in the grass, trapped and unable to move.

“Are you going to help or not?” Tony’s voice is strained.

“I’m no help, here!” You tell him.

The alien charges in Tony’s direction, a large blade flinging out from his armor. As he jumps, going to stab Tony through the chest, a portal appears. The alien lands on the other side, you jog up behind Wong and Bruce to see that it’s the arctic, lots of snow. He turns around suddenly, jumping in your direction to come back through.

Only his hand makes it out, as Wong closes the portal. The severed hand rolls to a stop at Bruce’s feet, skin sizzling. Bruce kicks it, “Ugh.”

“Wong, you’re invited to my wedding.” Tony says, prying the bars off of his suit. “(Y/n), do you have your mask?”

You nod, reaching through the front of your suit, where the mask is tucked into a pocket on the inside. You pull it out, yanking it over your face. Tony bends his knees, allowing you to line up behind him, wrapping your arm around his neck. The stickiness of your gloves comes into contact with his suit, securing you there. 

“Ready?” He asks.

“Let’s go.” You tell him.

He places his hands at his sides, and the two of you shoot off, up into the sky. You can feel the tough wind through your suit, but it’s not bad enough to complain about. You tilt your head back slightly to see the alien ship, presumably where Peter and Stephen had been sucked in to. 

“I think it’s time for you to get a new suit.” Tony says, you can hear him in your ear.

“It’s a shame I didn’t keep in contact.” 

“That doesn’t matter.” He says. “Friday, unlock 19-C. And give me a little juice.”

You press your face against the back of his neck, and you fly through the air faster to get to the spaceship. If it weren’t for your gloves, you’d be falling to the ground right now, thinking about how you’d be dead in a few seconds.

“Unlock 17-A.” Tony says.

The ship is flying out of the atmosphere, straight into space. 

“Pete, you gotta let go. I’m gonna catch you.” Tony says, talking to Peter. You suck in short breaths through your nose, “We’re too high up. You’re running out of air.” He then turns his head slightly. “(Y/n), let go.”

“I want to get on that ship.” You gasp.

“You’ll be right behind me.” Tony says.

You pull your hand off of his chest, anxiety rising in your stomach. You have to tell yourself that Tony would never kill you. He wouldn’t send a suit up here if he knew there was a chance it’d malfunction and get you killed.

You take another breath, and let go, watching as Tony flies away. A scream rises in your throat as you begin to kick your legs and wave your arms, desperate for something to hold on to.

There’s a sudden impact in the middle of your back, as you feel a cool sensation begin to cover your body. The moment the nanotech covers your face, you take a breath, finally able to breathe real air. 

“Are you with me?” Tony asks.

The new suit covers the last spot on your thigh. “I’m in.”

“Friday, keep Gloom with me!”

You fly forward, the suit following after Tony on its own. Just by looking around on the inside, there’s a lot of technology that was put into the suit. He must’ve really evolved his engineering, because this is impressive.

“Mr. Stark, it smells like a new car in here!” You can hear Peter.

“Happy trails, kid.” Tony says. “Friday, send him home.”

A parachute springs out of Peter’s back, pulling him back. A little bit of relief goes through you, because there’s no reason why he should be up here. Your suit whizzes past him, coming to idle by Tony as he cuts a hole through the metal of the ship. When he gets it open, he allows you to crawl in first before following.

You take a few steps in, the nanotech disappearing from your face, stopping at your neck. You watch as the ship's machines extend and flex, blue electricity moving off a giant disk above you.

Tony sighs. “Yeah.”

You glance over to see his head is turned away.

“Honey, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I don’t know what to say.” He says, glancing at you. “Pep?” The connection must be lost, because he shakes his head.

“So, what’s the plan?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Let’s find your boyfriend then we’ll work from there.” Tony says, walking away. “Speaking of which—an interesting choice. How did the two of you meet?”

You smile, and then laugh slightly. “He almost hit me with his car, twice in the same day.”

“And you thought dating him was a good idea?” Tony looks back at you.

You shrug. “He made it up to me. And since, all he ever does is protect me. I owe him my life.”

He stops briefly, “What happened to the kickass (Y/n)?” 

You place a hand on his shoulder. “She’s been hibernating, but with all this talk about death…” You trail off. “Trust me, Tony, she’s still here.”

“You’re sick.”

“And so are you.” You tell him.

The two of you go through the long hallway and through a door. With the ship being shaped like a large donut, it’s a confusing walk that Tony has to lead. He manages to bring you to a platform, four stories above where the alien is holding Stephen captive.

You lean over the side, hands drawing into fists when you hear Stephen grunt in pain. The alien seems to be manipulating clear shards to press into his skin, to force him to give up the Time Stone.

The Cloak suddenly appears, tapping Tony’s arm. He jerks, hand ready to blast the fabric. “Wow, you’re a seriously loyal piece of outerwear, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, uh, speaking of loyalty…”

You jump at the sound of Peter’s voice, turning in time to see him land on the platform.

“What the—”

“I know what you’re gonna say.” He puts his hands out.

“You should not be here.” Tony says.

“I was gonna go home.” Peter tries.

“I don’t wanna hear it.”

“But it was such a long way down and I just thought about you on the way.”

“And now I gotta hear it.” Tony sighs, shaking his head.

Peter raises his shoulders, “And I kinda stuck to the side of the ship. And this suit is ridiculously intuitive, by the way.”

Tony looks at you. “God damn it.”

You make a face at him. “You were the one that told him to chase after Stephen.”

“So, if anything, it’s kinda your fault that I’m here.” Peter says with a smile. 

Tony glares at him. “What did you just say?”

Peter realizes his mistake, stuttering, “I-I take that back. And now, I’m here in space.”

Tony steps forward. “Yeah, right where I didn’t want you to be.” He stops in front of Peter. “This isn’t Coney Island. This isn’t a field trip. This is a one-way ticket. You hear me? Don’t pretend you thought this through.”

“No, I did think this through.”

“You could not have possibly thought this through.”

Peter motions, “You can’t be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man if there is no neighborhood.” Peter tells him, Tony stares blankly. “Okay, that didn’t really make sense, but you know what I’m trying to say.”

Tony takes in a breath, letting it out shakily. “Come on. We got a situation.”

Peter nods, glancing at you, “Hi, Miss (L/n).”

“Hey, Peter.” You smile, following Tony to stand on the edge of the platform.

“See him down there?” Tony asks, Peter peers over the side. “He’s trouble. What’s your plan? Go.”

Peter crouches, “Um…” there’s a brief pause. “Okay, okay, uh…” He stands up. “Okay. Did you ever see this really old movie, Aliens?”

You let out a snort, but when Tony looks at you, you cover your mouth. You try to swallow the laughter that wants to escape you, it doesn’t work. “So what does that make you, Tony, a dinosaur?”

He glares at you. “Not funny.”

“What’s the matter?” Peter asks, glancing between you two.

“Nothing, kid. Good work.” Tony tells him. “I’ll go down there and blast a hole in the ship. (Y/n), the suit will keep you from flying out, Peter I want you to grab the wizard. Assume position.”

You crouch on the platform, hand locking around the pillar to act as support. Peter crawls away to get on the ceiling, while the Cloak stays near you, waiting for Tony. It’s a shame you’re not able to do more, your abilities limit you in situations like these. Even if people have died on this spaceship, you wouldn’t be able to resurrect them the same way. And even if you could, there’s no dark pull. You have to have a connection, first.

Stephen lets out a scream, as the shards press further into his skin when the alien moves his hand. You grit your teeth.

Tony jumps down a second later, landing behind the alien on the strip, powering up his suit.

“Could end your friend’s life in an instant.” The alien says, loud enough for you to hear.

“I gotta tell you, he’s not really my friend. Saving his life is more of a professional courtesy.”

The alien lifts a hand, a chunk of metal sliding out of the spaceship, as he walks in Tony’s direction. “You’ve saved nothing.” He lifts his other hand, beckoning another piece of metal. “Your powers are inconsequential compared to mine.”

“Yeah, but the kid’s seen more movies.” Tony says.

You watch as Tony blasts a hole open on the far side of the ship. Immediately, the metal and the alien is sucked out into space, creating a blackhole for everything else that’s free-standing in the ship, including Stephen.

“No!” You shout.

The Cloak secures around one of his hands, but the pull is too strong. Stephen slips out, getting closer. Peter jumps from where he’s been sitting, a web shooting at Stephen to grab him. It secures, and when he tries to grab a metal pole inside of the ship, it snaps off.

You watch in horror as Stephen leaves the inside of the ship. Peter’s about to fly out behind him, when mechanical legs pop out from his back, stretching the length of the hole. The legs dip momentarily, before jumping back, pulling Peter and Stephen inside.

Tony works fast to block up the hole with metal, you jump from the top of the platform, landing harshly next to Stephen. He’s on his side, letting out a groan.

“Stephen,” You murmur, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Hey.”

He looks up at you, letting out a breath of relief. He grabs your hand, squeezing tightly. “You’re okay?”

Your eyebrows draw in, “I’m fine.”

He nods, twisting to sit up. You turn his head so that you can get a better look at his face, fingertips brushing against where the shards had touched his skin. You can’t even tell they were inside. The blood that is on his face is from being thrown away a few seconds ago.

“You have to be more careful, especially since they’re after you.”

Tony walks by, his suit disappearing.

“That’s why we gotta turn this ship around.” Stephen agrees, pushing to stand. You help him up.

“Yeah, now he wants to run. Great plan.” Tony says.

The Cloak of Levitation drapes itself over Stephen’s shoulders. You straighten it, walking behind him to follow after Tony. “No, I want to protect the stone.”

“And I want you to thank me.” Tony stops at the front of the ship, presumably. Except, there is no control panel, just a giant warped mess that allows you to see into the stars. And two giant mechanical arms with a singular place on both sides where you can stick your arm inside of to navigate it. “No, go ahead. I’m listening.”

“For what? Nearly blasting me into space?”

“Stephen.” You warn, “We can’t really fight in here.”

“Who just saved your magical ass? Me.” Tony turns around. 

“I seriously don’t know how you fit your head into that helmet.”

“Admit it, you should’ve ducked out when I told you to. I tried to bench you. You refused.” Tony says.

Stephen’s face twists. “Unlike everyone else in your life, I don’t work for you.” He glances at you, you turn your head to look at him, eyebrows raised.

“And due to that fact, we’re now in a flying doughnut, billions of miles from Earth with no backup.” 

“I’m backup.” Peter says from behind you, raising his hand.

“No, you’re a stowaway. The adults are talking.” He motions between the three of you.

“I’m sorry, I’m confused as to the relationship here.” He motions at Peter. “What is he, your ward?”

“No.” Peter says, offering his hand. “I’m Peter, by the way.”

“Doctor Strange.” Stephen says.

Peter drops his hand. “Oh, you’re using our made-up names. Um… I’m Spider-Man, then.” 

Stephen looks at you, completely unamused. “(Y/n), we should go back to Earth.”

“I’m not arguing with you.” You tell him. “In fact, if Thanos is going to go to Earth to kill half of our population, I say our best bet is to be down there.”

Tony scoffs. “You mean your best bet?” Stephen’s head snaps in his direction, your eyes narrow. “So you’ll be able to use the dead for your own personal army? By then it’ll be too late.”

“I don’t want billions of people to die, Tony.” You hiss. “For you to suggest that is a little offensive, don’t you think? I gain nothing from that.”

Tony tilts his head. 

That’s enough for you, jaw tightening, body feeling as if it’s been submerged in hot, bubbling oil. You start toward him, hands in fists at your sides. You could take deep breaths to calm down, but you think hitting him might make you feel better instead.

He doesn’t have to say anything, you know exactly what he’s thinking. While Tony has never questioned your sudden decision to switch from being a civilian to an Avenger, he has never let you forget that your abilities are far from heroic. He thinks they’re downright villainy. 

In times like these, you wonder whether or not he thinks you’re actually trustworthy, or if he’s just keeping you close, waiting for the day you finally turn on them. He’ll be the first one in line to take you down.

“I really hate it when you suggest otherwise.” You tell him lowly.

“(Y/n).” Stephen says behind you, trying to call you back.

Tony doesn’t move from where he stands. “(Y/n), we both know that you get tingly when it’s mentioned that people are dying.” He says, not caring that Stephen and Peter are standing feet away. You press your lips together. “Half of the population could die by Thanos’s hands today. You’re telling me you’re not the least bit excited by that?”

The creeping feeling begins. You grit your teeth, hard, trying to resist it. “No, because I’m human.” You tell him, unsure if you’re trying to convince yourself or him. It’s tickling the back of your neck, goosebumps starting to form. You won’t let him be right. “And even if my body reacts, my mind knows better. I’ll never stand by when I know I can help.”

“That’s where I don’t believe you.” 

You stop in front of him. “What’s your brilliant plan, then?”

Tony crosses his arms. “This ship is self-correcting its course. Thing’s on autopilot.”

Stephen comes to join you two at the front of the ship. He stops behind you, hand appearing on your lower back, rubbing slightly. You grind your teeth, tilting your head to the side to subtly let the shiver run through your body.

“Can we control it?” Stephen asks. “Fly us home?” There’s a pause where Tony doesn’t respond. “Stark.”

“Yeah?”

“Can you get us home?” He repeats.

“Yeah, I heard you. I’m thinking I’m not so sure we should.” 

“Tony.” You snap.

“It has nothing to do with you.” He says.

Stephen’s hand falls, moving to get closer to Tony. “Under no circumstances can we bring the Time Stone to Thanos. I don’t think you quite understand what’s at stake here.”

“What? No. It’s you who doesn’t understand,” Tony moves to stop less than a foot away from Stephen. “That Thanos has been inside my head for six years. Since he sent an army to New York and now he’s back. And I don’t know what to do. So I’m not so sure if it’s a better plan to fight him on our turf or his, but you saw what they did, what they can do. At least on his turf he’s not expecting it. So I say we take the fight to him. Doctor

“Do you concur?” Tony finishes. 

“All right, Stark. We go to him.” Stephen says. You throw your hands up, shaking your head. “But you have to understand if it comes to saving you or the kid or the Time Stone. I will not hesitate to let either of you die.” He pauses. “I can’t, because the universe depends on it.”

“Nice.” Tony pats Stephen’s arm. “Good, moral compass. We’re straight.” He turns to walk away, in Peter’s direction. He lets out a sigh. “All right, kid.” He knights Peter. “You’re an Avenger now.”

A smile slowly spreads over Peter’s face, he nods.

You lace your fingers together in front of you, walking closer to the warp to see the stars better. You’re not entirely sure if you’ll have the element of surprise on Thanos’s home planet, or if it’ll even matter. Either way, the team you have gathered on this spaceship is far from the one you’re used to.

You can’t believe that Tony pulled that argument on you again, especially in front of Stephen. He’s already suspicious that you’re not the only entity in your body, because the reactions you have at the mention of death are unnatural. You seem uncomfortable, but the involuntary shivers say otherwise—but they’re exactly that, involuntary.

The last thing you want is to confirm that you’re unstable, because you’re not.

“(Y/n).” Stephen murmurs, coming up beside you. You close your eyes, tilting your head back, taking in a breath. He wraps his arm around your body, hand pulling you into him. “You know I don’t mean to upset you.”

“You didn’t.” You tell him, opening your eyes. “I’m tired of having that conversation with Tony. And I do think it would be a better fight on Earth, where the rest of the Avengers are. Our crew doesn’t mean much.” 

“Well, I would say we could hijack the system, but we don’t know how to steer it, or get back to our planet.” Stephen says, looking down at you.

You meet his eyes, before resting your head on his shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He presses a kiss against your temple. 

—

“Hey, what’s going on?” Peter asks, coming up behind you three.

“I think we’re here.” Stephen says.

You watch through the warp as the alien planet gets closer. From what you can tell, it’s a desolate place, not a single living being seems to be inhabiting it. Your eyebrows draw in, thinking that this could make the fight against Thanos easier, if he’s got no other people to help him.

That’s assuming he’ll come alone.

“I don’t think this rig has a self-park function.” Tony says, walking away from the warp. He stops in front of one of the mechanical arms, pulling it open to stick his hand inside. “Get your hand inside the steering gimbal.” He pulls the clasp down. “Close those around it.”

Peter follows Tony’s directions. “Okay.”

“You understand?” Tony asks, glancing over.

“Yes, got it.” 

“This was meant for one big guy, so we gotta move at the same time.”

“Okay, okay.” Peter says, readjusting his stance. “Ready.”

You watch as the planet gets closer, the spaceship beginning to rumble. You share an unsure look with Stephen, before moving to find a pillar to hang on to. 

“We might wanna turn.” Peter says, and then his eyes widen. “Turn! Turn! Turn!” 

Tony has to change into his suit to be able to properly steer. From the force of them turning, you’re thrown a step off to the side. The brand new suit begins to cover your body, possibly reacting to your heart rate when you realize this thing could explode on impact if they’re not careful.

The ship comes into contact with one of the structures on the planet, jerking you from side to side. The rest of the suit covers your body, allowing you to lock your hand in place. You watch as Peter goes from his street clothes to the Spider-Man outfit.

Stephen quickly casts a shield to encase the four of you, the spaceship breaking into pieces. A second later, it slams into the planet, throwing you forward. You shouldn’t have moved more than a foot because of your grip, but your fingers unlock. You slam into the metal flooring, landing on your knees next to Stephen.

He glances down at you. The ship proceeds to slide until it hits a dip, forcing it to stop. As soon as you’re no longer in motion, Stephen drops the cast, turning to help you to your feet. The mask falls away from your face as you shake your head.

“You all right?” Stephen touches your face, moving your hair back.

“Fine.” You breathe.

Tony pushes to his feet. “That was close.” Electricity from severed wires crackles above you. “I owe you one.”

Peter hangs upside down from the ceiling using his web. “Let me just say, if aliens wind up implanting eggs in my chest or something and I eat one of you, I’m sorry.”

Your face twists, “Peter—”

“I do not want another single pop culture reference out of you for the rest of the trip.” Tony says, pointing at him. “You understand?”

Peter holds his hand out. “I’m trying to say that something is coming.”

A small, metallic ball rolls into the middle of your group, and before any of you can react, it explodes. You’re thrown several feet into the air, slamming into the wall, and landing harshly on an uneven surface. You take quick breaths to keep from triggering the pain that’s taking over your ribs.

You close your eyes, feeling the nanotech spread from beneath your chin and over your face to conceal your identity from the intruders. When you prod your fingers into sensitive skin, you let out a hiss. You really hope nothing is broken.

“Thanos!” You can hear a man yell.

The sound of Stephen’s magic makes you turn your head to see where he is. He’s got a shield up, two knives sticking out of it. The man who’s just thrown the knives begins to yell, but he’s silenced when the Cloak wraps around his head.

Another man rockets into the air, Tony jumping to fight him. You push yourself into a sitting position, wincing at the smallest movements. You use the wall as support, watching Tony and the enemy send beams back and forth, until Tony launches a rocket that explodes at the perfect time, sending him back.

Tony grabs a hold of the man, throwing back onto the ground. He lets out a laugh though, pressing a button. Blue lightning appears out of a triangular disc, which magnetizes Tony to the steering gimbal that Peter had used.

Peter lets out a scream, backing away from a woman with antennas that glow at the sight of him. As he scoots back, he shoots his web at her, trapping her where she is. The man that Tony had been fighting comes over, kicking Peter across the room.

“Stay down, clown.” He says, trying to shoot Peter.

Peter’s fast, the spider legs shoot out from his back, carrying him into the scaffolding above. Every time the man fires, he misses, but when Peter comes down to attack him, the man throws a gadget that opens like a net, securing around Peter, electrocuting him. 

“Die, blanket of death!” The first man shouts, trying to pull the Cloak from his face.

Tony finally pushes himself off of the steering gimbal, immediately flying over the man fighting with the Cloak. He hovers his hand over his head, powering it up. The Cloak of Levitation then disappears, going back to Stephen.

You take a step down from where you’re standing, making your way toward Stephen. The man that’d taken down Peter, pulls him into his arms, holding a futuristic gun against his head. “Everybody stay where you are. Chill the eff out.” 

He reaches to touch a button on the metal mask he’s wearing, making it disappear. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he’s human. He’s got the complexion, nothing out of the ordinary. Unlike Tony, who’s got the man with grey skin and red accents.

“I’m gonna ask you this one time.” He points the gun out in Tony’s direction. “Where is Gamora?”

Tony holds his other hand out to the man in retaliation. “Yeah. I’ll do you one better. Who’s Gamora?” The helmet falls away from his face.

“I’ll do you one better.” The grey man on the floor says. “Why is Gamora?”

You stop next to Stephen, hand wrapped around your ribs. He notices this immediately, eyebrows drawing in.

“Tell me where the girl is or I swear to you I’m gonna french fry this little freak.” He presses the gun to Peter’s head. 

Peter’s eyes narrow, and then return back to normal. Tony doesn’t like this. “Let’s do it. You shoot my guy and I’ll blast him. Let’s go!” His hand turns into a large blaster, mere inches away from the grey man’s face.

“Do it, Quill! I can take it.” He says, staring into the barrel.

“No, he can’t take it!” The alien girl says.

“She’s right. You can’t.” Stephen says.

“Oh, yeah? You don’t wanna tell me where she is? That’s fine. I’ll kill all three of you and I’ll beat it out of Thanos myself.” Quill says, pressing the gun further against Peter’s head. “Starting with you.”

Your face twists, Stephen squints. “Wait, what, Thanos? All right, let me ask you this one time. What master do you serve?”

“What master do I serve?” Quill repeats. “What am I supposed to say, ‘Jesus’?”

Tony deadpans, looking over at you and Stephen. He then looks at Quill again. “You’re from Earth.”

“I’m not from Earth, I’m from Missouri.” Quill says.

“Yeah, that’s on Earth, dipshit.” Tony shoots back. “What are you hassling us for?”

“So you’re not with Thanos?” Peter asks.

“With Thanos?” Quill’s face is twisted. “No, I’m here to kill Thanos. He took my girl. Wait, who are you?” He pulls the gun away from Peter’s head.

Peter’s mask falls away. “We’re the Avengers, man.”

“Oh.” Quill takes his arm off of Peter.

You allow the mask to fall from your face, too. 

“You’re the ones Thor told us about.” The girl says.

Tony looks over. “You know Thor?”

“Yeah.” Quill says. “Tall guy, not that good-looking, needed saving.”

“Where is he now?” Stephen asks.

“He’s going to Nidavellir to get some weapon.” Quill says.

Tony removes his hand from the grey man’s face, allowing him to get up. “What kind of weapon?”

“He said it would be able to kill Thanos.” Quill shrugs, “That’s all.”

“Maybe another hammer.” You suggest, the suit begins to fade away, taking the original with it too. It leaves you in the clothes you’d been in before Bruce fell through the ceiling. “I’m (Y/n).”

“Star Lord, but my real name is Peter Quill.” Quill says.

“Oh, hey. I’m Peter too.” Peter backs away, “But I’m Peter Parker.”

“Enough, kid.” Tony points at him. “Tony Stark.”

“Doctor Strange.” Stephen says from beside you.

The alien girl wrapped in web hops forward. “I am Mantis.”

“That’s Drax.” Quill says, motioning to the grey man.

Tony nods, starting for the door, “We should step out, get a feel for the planet.”

“There’s not much out there.” Quill says, but he doesn’t argue.

Peter walks over to Mantis to free her from the webbing. Stephen goes to follow, but you place a hand on his chest to stop him, he looks down at you. You give him a pained smile, waiting for the others to leave the ship first.

“Are you coming?” Peter asks, stopping at the exit, looking back at you and Stephen.

“We’ll be out there in a minute.” You tell him.

He nods, going to join the group. Your hand falls from Stephen’s chest, going to take a deep breath, and wincing when a sharp pain stabs through your ribs. He doesn’t miss this, grabbing your elbow to keep it up.

“What happened?”

“It’s my ribs.” You tell him.

His fingers reach for the hem of your shirt, he meets your eyes. “Can I?”

“Yeah.”

“Put your hand on my shoulder.” He tells you. You follow his direction, looking down to watch what he does.

He pulls your shirt all the way up to your chest, where you bunch it up to make it easier to see. He tilts his head, face smoothing briefly, before his eyebrows draw in. Stephen’s fingers brush against the skin over your right side.

You press your lips together, letting out a noise. 

“When did this happen?” He asks, applying more pressure.

You suck in a shaky breath. “When the alien had sideswiped me, I hit the car that was parked on the side of the street.” You tell him. “And when Quill threw that bomb—”

“You landed on the same side.” Stephen says. He pulls away, you let go of your shirt. It falls back into place, wrinkled. “I think they’re just bruised, but you’ve got to take it easy.”

“I figured as much.” You tell him, turning to start at the door.

He walks by your side. “I thought you said you could take care of yourself.”

“I can.” You say, “I know when to ask for help.”

“That’s not what I had in mind.” 

“Well, that’s a shame.” You glance at him, going down the ramp.

He doesn’t look very amused. “(Y/n), if you think you’re unable to fight Thanos—”

“I’ll let you know.” You say, stepping onto the dirt.

A shock goes through your body, as you freeze where you stand. 

Death. The word echoes in your mind loudly. You can’t help the way your body reacts, goosebumps covering every inch of your body, until you’re shivering as if you’re freezing.

“(Y/n)?” Stephen grabs your shoulder.

“I’m fine.” You chatter out, hugging yourself. “We’re just walking on a graveyard, is all.”

You force your legs to work, moving forward. The coldness leaves your body the further you travel, warmth returning. No matter where you step, the dark feeling clings on.

“The hell happened to this planet?” You hear Quill ask, he’s holding up a glowing yellow pod. “It’s eight degrees off its axis. Gravitational pull is all over the place.”

“Must’ve been a massacre.” You say, Tony turns to see you and Stephen joining. “I can feel it.”

He makes a face. “Feeling dark?”

“It’s hard not to.” You come to a stop, crossing your arms.

“We’ve got one advantage. He’s coming to us.” He says, moving around. “We’ll use it. All right, I have a plan. Or at least the beginnings of one.” You gather in with Quill. “It’s pretty simple. We draw him in, pin him down, get what we need. Definitely don’t wanna dance with this guy. We just want the gauntlet.”

Drax yawns loudly.

“Are you yawning?”

You glance away, eyes landing on Stephen, floating in the air in a sitting position. He must be using the Time Stone, because there’s a ring of green around his forearms.

“In the middle of this, while I’m breaking it down? Huh?” Tony says, Drax and Mantis look over. “Did you hear what I said?”

Drax briefly looks at Mantis before he looks back at Tony. “I stopped listening after you said, ‘We need a plan’.”

“Okay, Mr. Clean is on his own page.”

“See, ‘not winging it’ isn’t really what they do.” Quill says back.

Peter raises his hand. “Uh, what exactly is it that they do?” 

“Kick names, take ass.” Mantis says proudly.

Drax nods. “Yeah, that’s right.”

Your face twists, you let out a loud sigh. “There goes my hope that we had a working team.”

Tony stares at them blankly. “All right, just get over here, please.” When they don’t move, he addresses Quill. “Mr. Lord, can you get your folks to circle up?”

Quill nods. “‘Mr. Lord’,” he lets out a laugh. “Star-Lord is fine.” He cocks his head to the side, Drax and Mantis come closer.

“We gotta coalesce. Cause if all we come at him with is a plucky attitude—”

“Dude, don’t call us plucky. We don’t know what that means. All right, we’re optimistic, yes. I like your plan.” Quill says, Tony and you make eye contact. “Except it sucks, so let me do the plan and that way it might be really good.”

Tony closes his eyes.

“Tell him about the dance-off to save the universe.” Drax says.

“What dance-off?” Tony asks.

Quill makes a face, stuttering, “It’s not a—it’s nothing.”

“Like in Footloose, the movie?” Peter asks.

“Exactly like Footloose.” Quill leans forward. “Is it still the greatest movie in history?”

“It never was.” Peter says.

Quill squints at him, smile dropping.

“Don’t encourage this, all right?” Tony says, placing a hand on Peter’s shoulder. “We’re getting no help from Flash Gordon here.”

“Flash Gordon?” Quill takes a step after him. “By the way, that’s a compliment. Don’t forget, I’m half human.”

Your attention has diverted back to Stephen, who’s snapping his neck from side to side, still floating. “Honey?”

“So that fifty-perfect of me that’s stupid,” He pauses, “That’s one hundred percent you.”

“Your math is blowing my mind.” Tony says back.

You step up to Stephen, “Hey, Tony!”

You glance over your shoulder to see Tony coming in your direction, seeing the problem. “Strange, we all right?”

You want to touch him, but you’re afraid of what’ll happen if you do. His head is still moving from side to side, eyes closed, as if he’s seeking something. “Stephen.” The Time Stone is glowing, a green haze is encircling his upper torso.

His head begins to move faster, letting out a grunt. A shout then leaves him, gasping as he falls to the rock below, eyes open and looking around. You crouch in front of Stephen, hands on his knees. He grabs one of them immediately, squeezing.

“You’re back.” You murmur. 

“Hi.” he breathes.

“Hey, what was that?” Peter asks.

“I went forward in time to view alternate futures.” He says, looking between you and Tony, who stands behind you now. He’s breathing heavily as he talks. The Time Stone glows brightly against his chest. “To see all the possible outcomes of the coming conflict.”

“How many did you see?” Quill asks.

“Fourteen million, six hundred and five.”

“How many did we win?” Tony asks.

Stephen presses his lips together for a second. “One.”

You push to get to your feet, “How soon will he be here?”

He shakes his head, “Thirty minutes.”

You look at Tony, “We need to flesh that plan out.”

Tony nods, “Will my initial one work?”

Stephen takes in a breath. “Yes, actually.”

—

A storm cloud of grey and blue appears in the rubble, a boot being the first thing to come out of it. You adjust your footing, keeping your eyes on the giant, purple man that comes through it. The cloud is gone, and the air returns to normal. 

Your eyes find the gauntlet, which takes up the entirety of Thanos’s forearm, stopping at the elbow. When he turns his wrist the right way, you can see the stones he has, glint in the setting sun. He stops to look at the spaceship you’d come out of.

“Oh, yeah.” Stephen says, he’s sitting at the top of the steps on a rock. He’d volunteered to be the distraction, so the rest of you could prepare to fight. Thanos looks over at him, not worried. “You’re much more of a Thanos.”

Thanos looks away. “I take it the Maw is dead.” Stephen leans forward on his knees, nodding. “This day extracts a heavy toll.” He begins to walk. “Still, he accomplished his mission.”

“You may regret that.” Stephen tells him. “He brought you face-to-face with the Master of the Mystic Arts.”

“And where do you think he brought you?” 

“Let me guess. Your home?” Stephen asks.

Thanos stops, foot resting on top of a rock, gauntlet on his thigh. The Space, Reality and Power Stones displayed. You can’t tell if he has the Soul Stone or not.

“It was.” Thanos says. He lifts the gauntlet, and the Reality Stone begins to glow brightly when he closes his fist. “It was beautiful.”

The world around you begins to change, as he manipulates the area around you to make it look like it had before. A bright blue sky, green grass, a fountain in the middle of the plaza. There are people just like him, conversing around the park. And the giant building that’s falling apart, stands sturdy and clean.

“Titan was like most planets. Too many mouths, not enough to go around. And when we faced extinction, I offered a solution.” 

“Genocide.” Stephen says.

You duck behind the spacecraft, slapping a hand over your mouth, eyes squeezed shut as your body shakes. 

“But random, dispassionate, fair to rich and poor alike.” Thanos continues. “They called me a madman.” You sigh, not bothering to move from where you are. “And what I predicted came to pass.”

The scene fades away, bringing you back to reality. No wonder you can’t stay in control, here. You are literally on top of a graveyard, with so many undead beneath you that haven't risen since the day they died. They must be eager to get out, breathe the air above again.

What they don’t know is that it won’t taste the same as it did before.

“Congratulations, you’re a prophet.” Stephen says.

The good news is that if the dead haven’t been brought back before, there’ll be more power to it. They’re going to be decayed, sure. But they’re going to be stronger than the ones in New York, because these are new toys to play with. Besides, you can’t wait to see the look on Thanos’s face when he realizes that his own people are fighting against him.

“I’m a survivor.” Thanos says.

“Who wants to murder trillions.”

“With all six stones, I could simply snap my fingers.” He says, the noise filling the air. “They would all cease to exist. I call that mercy.”

You lift your head to see Stephen, finding him on his feet. “And then what?” He takes a step down.

Thanos looks away. “I’d finally rest and watch the sun rise on a grateful universe. The hardest choices require the strongest wills.”

Your lip twitches.

“I think you’ll find our will equal to yours.” Stephen says, clapping his hands together, and pulling them apart to show his magic.

“Our?” Thanos asks, lifting his head, tilting it all the way back.

Tony’s coming down with a piece of the spaceship, aimed directly over Thanos. As the purple stone begins to glow, he’s crushed by the mass, sending out a cloud of dirt and dust on impact. 

The mask crawls up your face, blocking it just in time to swarm you. 

“Piece of cake, Quill.” Tony says, doing a lap through a structure.

Quill begins to run, pressing the button on his mask again, which covers his face. “Yeah, if your goal was to piss him off.” He jumps, flying to where Thanos is.

An explosion of purple sets off, chunks of metal flying out, revealing Thanos underneath. He lets out a war cry, the Reality Stone glowing as he swings his gauntlet arm, creating a mass of alien birds that swarm Tony, carrying him away.

Peter takes the opportunity to shoot his web, covering Thanos’s eyes, flying by to kick him in the face. Drax slices across the back of his knee. Stephen comes through a portal, Drax swings at Thanos, only to be blocked. Stephen pulls out his own weapon, a sword made from the orange magic.

They take turns, going back and forth swinging at Thanos. He’ll dodge, switch sides, taking another hit from the back. He then punches Drax’s chest, throwing him into a rock that crumbles.

Stephen swings, Thanos catches the sword. Quill jumps through the air, using the rocks as stepping stones. Thanos finally pulls the webbing from his face, Stephen makes the sword disappear, opting for a shield, which Thanos kicks in to. 

Quill shoots at Thanos’s back, Stephen casts a spell to create more platforms for Quill to use, hopping from one to the next. He flips over Thanos, planting a bomb on his back, which beeps loudly. He backs away, middle finger raised. “Boom!” And then he falls through a portal.

The bomb explodes, Thanos stumbles forward, landing on his hands. Just as he’s straightening, the Cloak wraps itself around his hand tightly. Stephen casts another portal, one which Peter jumps out. 

He slams his fist across Thanos’s face. “Magic.” Disappears through the portal on the other side, which spits him out a foot above. Peter swings down on Thanos’s head. “More magic.” And pops out on the other side, Thanos turns at the wrong moment, “Magic with a kick.” He says, foot right across his face. The next portal opens up, “Magic with a—!”

Thanos grabs Peter by the throat, slamming him down into the dirt, choking him. “Insect!” He shouts, before lifting the teenager and throwing him into Stephen.

The two of them disappear in the rubble, you rise from where you’re hiding, beginning to creep around to find a better place to be when you raise this army. Thanos rips off the Cloak, which flies away to get back to Stephen.

Another explosion is set off, a wave of heat hits you like a truck, warming you up on the inside and out. This is Tony’s doing, as he repeatedly sends his rockets down where Thanos is standing. 

It doesn’t work. Thanos sucks the fire up through the Power Stone, shooting it back at Tony, which blasts him into one of the structures up in the air. He hits the floating middle piece, causing a different explosion. 

“(Y/n), now's a good time!” Tony shouts through static.

You come out into the open, Thanos’s attention turning to you. You fall to your knees in front of him, intertwining your fingers, staring directly at him. “Ready to see your people?” You laugh coldly, raising your locked hands up in the air, before slamming them into the dirt. “Rise!”

The ground begins to tremble, a shiver runs through your body, feeling the cold, dark energy building in your body. The dirt breaks apart, purple hands sprouting out in claw positions. You watch in amazement as the bodies pull themselves out of the planet, in almost perfect condition.

You push to get on your feet, watching as Thanos takes several steps back, as his own people come to stand around you. All of them stand around the same height, taking away his advantage. 

“You…” He trails off, voice accusatory.

With a finger pointed out in his direction, you tilt your head to the side. “Pin the survivor down.”

The undead move at him, coming in every direction. They’re strong, energy coursing through your body. You retreat the best you can while keeping your eyes on him. The confliction in his face is everything you were hoping for, as he looks between the people that he once knew.

When he realizes that they’re not going to stop for him, he lets out a scream, swinging at them. They take the hits, springing back to life mere seconds later. You watch from the top of the stairs in amazement. You’ve never had an army act like this before, with such violence.

Maybe it’s their will to come back. Or maybe, some of their spirits are still here, unable to move on. His face brings bad memories, from when they were starving and beginning to fall from the inside out. Maybe they know about his slaughtering activities on other planets, carrying out his ideas on poor, unsuspecting people that can’t defend themselves against his power.

Maybe this is their way of getting revenge for you.

You let out a laugh.

Thanos throws his hand out, a sharp and warm pain explodes across your left shoulder, twisting you to the ground. You land on your hands and knees, coming face to face with the chunk of flesh that Thanos has just taken from your body. The blood spurts out of the wound.

Your breaths pick up at the sight of the amount of blood leaving your body, stars coming to the corners of your vision. You let out a scream through gritted teeth as the feeling hits you full-force, tears appearing in your eyes.

“(Y/n)!” Stephen shouts.

When you look over your shoulder, you see that Peter has webbed Thanos’s hand with the gauntlet, pulling it away from him. Thanos still fights with his open hand, knocking away the dead effortlessly. He pulls Peter toward him when there’s an opening, punching him across the face, and ripping the webbing from the gauntlet.

Suddenly, a spaceship comes out of the brown haze, belonging to none of you. It hits the planet, as well as Thanos, and the entire army of the dead. You struggle to your feet, stumbling down the steps. 

Stephen is floating through the air, toward Thanos, when he sees that you’re alive. You follow after him the best you can, a burning sensation spreading over your missing shoulder when you see the nanotech forms over it. At least then, it’ll be covered.

A girl springs out of the rock to fight Thanos, one that you don’t recognize. Stephen uses his magic to lasso Thanos’s gauntlet, trying to pull it off of him. Drax comes up behind him, kicking the back of his knee to force him down. Quill shoots a triangular disc—the same one he’d used against Tony—underneath Thanos’s free hand to keep him from pulling at the gauntlet. 

Peter uses his web, swinging around to pull Thanos with Quill. While Tony comes around, grabbing at the gauntlet. Thanos is strong, though, pulling at Peter’s web. The spider legs come out, digging into the rock to keep him from moving. Stephen retracts his spell, casting a new one for a portal, where Mantis falls onto Thanos’s shoulders.

She places her hands on both sides of his head, leaning over him. Stephen works with Quill and Peter to pull on the other hand. Thanos is screaming, eyes a milky white as he turns his head to the side.

You come to a stop a few feet away, the sound of dragging footsteps behind you. It’s a few of the dead that hadn’t died with the ship. “Get the gauntlet off of him.” You demand.

They move to help Tony, fingers digging underneath it to get better leverage. Thanos stops resisting so hard, as Mantis’s antennas begin to glow white.

“Is he under? Don’t let up.” Tony says, pulling.

“Be quick. He is very strong.” She says.

“Parker, help! Get over here.” Tony orders. “She can’t hold him much longer. Let’s go.”

They all pull at the gauntlet, seemingly making no progress. Quill flies over, landing a few feet away, tucking his gun back onto the hollister. 

“We gotta open his fingers to get it off.” Peter says.

You move closer, “Do as he says.” The dead begin to work on his fingers, struggling against his strength.

“I thought you’d be hard to catch.” Quill taunts. “For the record, this was my plan.” Thanos doesn’t respond, mouth hanging open. “You’re not so strong now, huh?” He stops in front of him. “Where is Gamora?”

Thanos groans, “My Gamora.”

“No, bullshit!” Quill says, “Where is she?”

“He is in anguish.” Mantis says, Thanos’s face twists.

“Good.”

“He… he mourns.” Mantis pants, eyebrows drawn in, tears in her eyes.

You look over to see the same girl as earlier has now joined you. She doesn’t seem to be human, though. She’s robotic, and blue. 

“What does this monster have to mourn?” Drax manages to get out.

“Gamora.” The girl says.

Quill turns to look at her. “What?”

“He took her to Vormir.” She says. “He came back with the Soul Stone. But she didn’t.”

The helmet disappears from Tony’s head. “Okay, Quill, you gotta cool it right now. You understand?” Quill is turning to look at Thanos. “Don’t, don’t—don’t engage. We almost got this off!” He shouts.

“Tell me she’s lying.” Quill begins to shout. “Asshole, tell me you didn’t do it!”

“I had to.” Thanos hisses out.

“No, you didn’t.” Quill shakes his head, Thanos groans. “No, you didn’t.” 

Quill draws back, gun in hand. You reach with your good arm to catch him before he ruins this, but it’s too late. He hits Thanos with the side of the gun, Mantis loses her grip on him. She tries to regain her grip, but he hits Thanos again.

“No, you didn’t!”

“Quill!” Tony shouts, abandoning the gauntlet to grab Quill. “Hey, stop! Hey, stop! Stop!”

Peter pulls, it begins to slip. You jump over, grabbing the bottom. The suit explodes over your body, heels digging into the ground. “Pull!” You shout.

“Hey, stop! Stop!” 

“It’s coming, it’s coming.” Peter adjusts to get a better grip on it. “We got it, we got it!”

Thanos comes back at this moment, headbutting Mantis. The gauntlet is just slipping off his last finger, when he throws you, Peter and the few undead you have left. You land harshly, rolling once or twice before forcing yourself to get back on your feet. He then reaches up, grabbing Mantis by her foot, and flinging her off.

“Oh, god.” Peter says, jumping in the air to grab her. The spider legs come out, creating a case for them to roll in without touching the ground. 

Thanos kicks Drax off his leg, straight into Quill and the blue robot. He grabs the lasso that Stephen has been holding onto him, whipping it forward and letting go. You watch your boyfriend come closer to you, and continue to fly over your head.

Tony tries to blast Thanos, but he’s pissed now. All he does is swing his arm, batting Tony away. Drax, Quill and the robot get to their feet to run at him, then Thanos uses the Power Stone to stop them where they are, forcing them back on the cement.

Tony comes back, swinging at him with a nanotech blade. Thanos grabs his arm, headbutting him too. Thanos hits the staircase on the other side, doing backwards somersaults until he lands on his knees.

Thanos reaches up in the direction of a nearby planet that you can see. His gauntlet glowing purple as he presumably breaks off parts of the surface. With a closed fist, he throws it down, bringing the pieces to you. You duck against a rock, covering your head as brown fiery smoke leaves a path.

Tony tries to fly away, but he’s caught by one of the giant pieces of rock, crushing him beneath. The impact fucks up the gravity, as Drax, the robot and Quill take off into the air.

“Peter!” You shout, “Grab them!”

“Got it, Miss (L/n)!” He calls back, slinging to his feet.

The ground quakes each time a chunk lands on the surface. You throw your head back, searching to find Stephen, on a floating rock, not too far from Thanos. He moves his arms, bands of orange appearing, hitting his hands against the ground. The orange electricity jumps from each rock, until it reaches Thanos, exploding the surface.

Thanos jumps off, using the Power stone to send purple lightning back at Stephen. He’s prepared for this, it hits a shield, flying back at Thanos. Who shatters it into pieces with one punch from the gauntlet. He sucks it all up with the Space Stone, creating a vortex, spiraling in Stephen’s direction.

Stephen casts another shield, the vortex becoming a flurry of green butterflies, which is merely a distraction, as the next trick comes. Multiple arms come from him, spreading out, until they move in sync to become one, bursting apart as replicas of him take over the air, surrounding Thanos.

They move together, hundreds of lassos wrapping around Thanos’s arms, which he quickly breaks with the Power Stone. Static electricity takes over the air, until it’s just your boyfriend. 

Thanos reaches forward, beckoning Stephen to him. His gauntlet hand secures around his throat. “You’re full of tricks, wizard.” He reaches to grab the necklace, Stephen struggles to pull away. “Yet you never once used your greatest weapon.” He crushes the necklace in his hand. “A fake.”

He throws Stephen, and he rolls a few feet before stopping. When he doesn’t get up, you begin to move through the rock to get to him.

Tony sends nanotech to the gauntlet, keeping it from closing. He lands, breathing hard. “You throw another moon at me, and I’m gonna lose it.”

“Stark.” Thanos says. 

“You know me?”

“I do. Just like how I know that necromancer is (Y/n).” He says, you stop in your tracks, head snapping in his direction. “You’re not the only one cursed with knowledge.”

“My only curse is you.” Tony says, more explosives coming out of his back.

“Come on!” Thanos growls, letting the gauntlet take the hit. 

You begin to move faster, making it to Stephen. You land on your knees, ignoring the blossoming pain from doing it so many times today. You reach for his face with your only hand, moving his hair back.

“Stephen, babe.” You murmur, wincing when you use your other arm to rest on his chest. The technology in your ear tells you that he’s still breathing. You let out a breath.

You brush some of the debris from his face, forcing him on his back. 

Tony’s feet slam into Thanos, he does a backflip, landing on his feet, arms turning into giant hammers with blasters on the bottom. He hits Thanos into a rock, and when Thanos gets back on his feet, he tears the helmet right from Tony’s head. 

Another one forms in an instant, as he tries to block Thanos’s punch. It doesn’t work, Tony flattens on the rock.

“Stephen.” You whisper, “Come on.”

Thanos breaks the nanotech off of the gauntlet, using the Power stone to hit Tony with a powerful force, which Tony blocks in time with a shield. It comes around, like flames licking at a closed door. It forces Tony back, despite the pressure he’s putting to stay in place.

He throws the shield back when Thanos stops, nanotech transferring from a small space on his back, to his foot, which locks down Thanos’s gauntlet hand. Tony throws a powerful punch, landing it right across his face.

Thanos reaches up, brushing a part on his upper cheek, looking at his fingertips. “All that for a drop of blood.”

“(Y/n).” Stephen mutters. 

You look back down at him, finding his eyes open, on you. You nod, cupping his face with both hands. “I’m here. Are you okay?”

“Your shoulder…” He trails off, reaching to touch it, but he knows better than to make contact.

“I know.”

Thanos gets out of the trap, throwing Tony onto the ground, and laying in with the punches, slowly destroying the nanotech with each one landed. He picks him up, throwing him away.

Tony focuses the tech to his hands, taking away from a part on his thigh and hip, but Thanos blocks the rays with the purple glowing gauntlet. He swings at Tony’s face, taking the rest of the helmet off. Tony tries to throw a punch, it’s grabbed. With his only free arm, the nanotech forms a blade, Tony tries to stab, but Thanos breaks it off.

You watch in horror as he stabs it through the missing armor in Tony’s abdomen.

“No!” You let out, Stephen moves to sit up, you don’t stop him.

You clasp your hands together, raising them above your head, going to hit the ground, when a hand grabs them before they do. You make eye contact with Stephen, who shakes his head at you.

“It won’t help.”

“We should kill him.” You tell him. “We need to kill him.”

Tony lets out a grunt, Thanos walks him back until he sits on a rock. 

Stephen’s grip tightens. “This is how we win. This is the plan.”

“You have my respect, Stark.” Thanos says. “When I’m done, half of humanity will still be alive.”

You grit your teeth, “This isn’t right.”

“I hope they remember you.” Thanos holds his hand out, each stone glowing on his knuckles.

Stephen lets go of you, eyes on Thanos, “Stop.” He pants. “Spare his life and I will give you the stone.”

“Stephen.” You snap, “No!”

“No tricks.” Thanos says.

Stephen shakes his head, Thanos points the gauntlet at you two, instead.

“Don’t.” Tony groans, blood dripping out the corner of his mouth. 

Stephen slowly lifts his hand, a green haze showing before the Time Stone appears out of thin air, between his forefinger and thumb. Thanos hold out his other hand, palm up.

“Don’t do this.” You tell him, pressure behind your eyes. “Don’t, Stephen, I don’t want those people to die.”

He looks at you for a long second, before releasing the stone. It floats through the air, straight to Thanos. He lowers the gauntlet, taking the green gem in his hand. Your head falls, you let out a sob between gritted teeth.

When you look, Thanos is dropping the Time Stone into the slot on the knuckle of his thumb. “One to go.”

A beam hits the gauntlet, as Quill comes out of the rock and rubble, flying straight at Thanos, repeatedly firing. The same storm cloud that brought Thanos here has now materialized to take him back. He takes one step backwards, and it swallows him whole.

Quill flies right through where he should have made contact with Thanos. He gets to his feet, waving his gun. “Where is he?”

Tony uses the nanotech to heal where he’d been stabbed, letting out a sigh.

“Did we just lose?” Quill asks.

You let out a sob, hand covering your mouth. Stephen reaches to touch you, but you jerk away, “Don’t, don’t do that.”

“(Y/n)---”

You stumble down the rock, putting a few feet between you two.

Tony looks over at him. “Why would you do that?” 

“We’re in the endgame now.” He says.

You lace your fingers, resting your hands on the top of your head, ignoring the pain that stabs through your shoulder and ribs. You take several deep breaths in through your nose, letting it out through your mouth. Your throat is tightening, making it harder to breathe.

“Miss (L/n), I’ve got them!” Peter shouts, you glance over to see Mantis, Drax and the robot coming your way. “Oh no, Mr. Stark?” 

“(Y/n), come here, please.” Stephen says, “I don’t want you to regret this moment.” Your bottom lip juts out as you turn around to face him, finding him on his feet. He’s got a hand out in your direction. “I’m sorry, honey.”

The suit falls away from your body at the same time Tony dismisses his. You shake your head at him, refusing to go toward him. “All those people…” You lower your arms to wipe the tears. “I can’t.”

“We haven’t lost yet.” He tells you.

Peter pulls Tony to his feet. Mantis stops walking with Quill, looking up. “Something’s happening.”

Mantis’s feet begin to disintegrate, eating up the rest of her legs, turning into flakes of dust that get blown away in the wind. Your face drops. At once, the rest of her is gone.

Drax’s left half of his body begins to follow suit, he looks up, “Quill?”

He’s gone too, Tony starts forward, “Steady, Quill.”

It works faster this time, “Oh, man.”

You turn with an open mouth to look at Stephen, “No, no, no!”

His legs are turning into dust, you rush through the rocks to get to him in time. Maybe if you touch him, he’ll stay. Maybe your abilities will work in reverse.

“There was no other way, my love.” He whispers, breathing shallow.

“No!” You scream, arms swiping through the dust where he had been a second ago. “Stephen, no!”

“Mr. Stark?” Peter’s voice is trembling.

“God damn it!” You cry, face pressing into the rock. “Bring him back!”

“I don’t feel so good.” Peter says.

“You’re all right.” Tony says.

“I don’t—I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t know…” He falls into Tony’s arms. “I don’t want to go. I don’t want to go, sir. Please. Please, I don’t want to go. I don’t want to go.” Tony carefully lowers him to the ground. “I’m sorry.”

You bury your face in your hands, silently sobbing as you struggle to breathe. “Stephen…” You whisper. “Come back to me.”

It dawns on you.

You scoot away from the rock, sitting up on your knees. You blink through blurry eyes, fingers laced, hands above your head. “Please, work.” You whisper, and then slam your hands into concrete, pressing hard. “Stephen, rise!” 

The ground is still, not reacting to your words.

“I said,” You raise your hands, bringing them down again. “Rise! Bring me Stephen Strange!”

Finally, the rock begins to shake violently, you sit impatiently, waiting for him to sprout out of the ground where he’d turned to dust over. Instead, the planet settles, and you’re left with nothing.

“He did it.” The robot says.

Your labored breaths quickly turn into deep breaths that begin to even out, the more you think about her. You push to your feet, attentioning turning to her. This wouldn’t have happened if she didn’t come here. 

“You.” You snarl out, Tony looks up at you. “This is your fault.”

She looks at you, eyes widening slightly, “Me?”

“Did you really have to be that honest?” You snap, going down the dirt. “You had to tell Quill that she was dead?”

Her face twists. “He was going to beat it out of Thanos whether or not I—”

“You don’t know that!” You shout, “Now they’re dead, and it’s your fault!” You stop a foot away from her. “This wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t here. We had him pinned down, we were right there! Peter had just gotten the gauntlet off of his arm!”

“(Y/n), this was always going to happen.” Tony interjects, “Stephen said it himself, this was the only way.”

“I don’t believe that.” You look down at him. “Stephen would never leave me on purpose. He’d never do that.”

“He would if it meant you’d be safe.”

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this was part of my 3k celebration!! i am no longer accepting requests.

once again, i'm sorry it's long. i got carried away hehe. and i was determined to write the entire movie so i did.

[bruciemilf]

What would it be like if Brutalia got remarried and became public?

How bad would their PDA be?

You'd think Gotham’s most emotionally reclusive little meow meow would have more reservations with public displays of affection. You'd think wrong.

That's not to say affection isn't something special for Bruce; It is. It's just that he grew around a culture that almost demanded it.

Girlfriends and boyfriends hold hands, and kiss, and do other stuff he always dreaded to see. It batters his insides uncomfortably and makes his bones tremble with disgust.

But it's different, because Gotham's limbs are so tightly bound together that everyone is a stranger and no one is. You won't catch him desecrate his love in front of nobodies.

But convenience stores? Libraries? His favorite cat Cafe? You bet they're obnoxious as hell over there.

Damian is a regular at The Paw Of Justice; It's his secret little solace, his sanctuary. If sanctuaries were filled with cat fur, toys, and smelled faintly of tuna.

Jerry, the barista and his sworn enemy, a young man with a mane of curls, earned his ire when he stole Damian's favorite kitten.

It was only natural he named his Turkey after him. It's smug aura matches his namesake.

"Dude. Your parents are tonguing it hard on your bean bag. Also; your dad calls your mom 'his sweet jasmine flower?"

Damian makes some graphic vows of violence before marching over there. Lo and behold! His parents shamelessly participating in their debauched ritual out in the open!

"Baba! Mama! How dare you defile my safe heaven between 8:15 and 12:30?! In such a vile display, no less!"

Bruce and Talia were literally just rubbing noses like rabbits. They're freaks like that.

They sandwich Damian between them and attack him with ticklish kisses

[bigfan-fanfic]

Bruce sandwiched between batdad and clark

Here, coiled up in bed together, there is no defense. No recourse.

Bruce has no gadgets, no contingency plan. If he tries to escape, Clark will simply wrap big arms around him and pin him in place. If he tries to protest, a hand or a mouth will silence him. Strange, the greatest prison in the world is not the one meant to hold Batman, but the one intended to capture and hold Bruce Wayne.

Batdad's hands are intimately familiar. He knows their touch like he knows his own -and Batdad knows how to play his body like an instrument. Bruce faces him, a short distance away, while Batdad traces the scars and lines of muscle on his torso, fiddling with flesh and hair and sinew as he goes along in that ticklish way that alights Bruce's skin with goose pimples.

The warmth of Clark's body heat is right up against him - he can feel Clark's shockingly soft skin and his own muscles against his back, as if Clark had been so clingy because he was afraid of losing him. It makes some soft part of Bruce want to hold the farmboy close and swear he won't ever let him go. Instead, Bruce shows that love in passivity. He lets. He lets Clark kiss him, hold him, touch him. He lets Clark make his husband smile and kiss him too. He lets himself let Clark make him happy.

The Kryptonian layers so many kisses along Bruce's neck and back and jaw that he subconsciously starts to consider Clark to be a golden retriever. He can't believe that Clark could want him so badly. Could crave him and desire him enough that it lasts beyond a night and the clarity of the morning.

Bruce understands that he is not allowed to speak first, in these quiet morning moments; he cannot disturb the peace of this with business or duty. Only once Clark or Batdad has begun some idle conversation is he allowed to respond, and by then his mind has descended into that warm, fuzzy place where everything is simpler, and where Batman retreats into the shadows for a few hours and Bruce emerges. If he hasn't sunken enough, he'll try to speak and Clark will turn his head by the chin to kiss him, or Batdad will run his fingertips across his ribs, and his words will choke off in a yelped giggle.

These hours have become the greatest moments, and with Clark's help, Batdad has been working to extend them, to have them lengthen until Bruce can be a father to the boys instead of Batman, that once more he can be the day instead of the night.

But for now, this is enough.

[fickle-tiction]

another thought I had that I will never write

Bruce and Clark get mind melded because *comic book explanation* and can hear each others thoughts. They're undercover at some event and someone is draped all over Bruce, running their hands all over him and whispering things into his ear and Bruce is hearing Clark getting super jealous, then trying to block those thoughts out when he realizes Bruce can hear him.

Bruce doing his best not to think about how much it tickles when this woman whispers ridiculous things into his ear. The third time it happens Bruce is annoyed and thinking "fucking christ. I'm going to spread another herpes rumor so people leave me the hell alone" Clark chokes on his drink across the room.

Bruce teasing Clark about being jealous, because they aren't even together. Clark not missing a beat and saying "ticklish? Really?" And Bruce BLUSHES and Clark is shook.

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Cool questions!

1: What's Chris/Thara & Jake/meredith wedding songs?

2: Dark question (feel free to skip) have the starburst duo ever been kidnapped? Like from school or maybe from their place?

3: Has somebody ever try to get revenge on the duo?Maybe a family member of a goon they stop tries to get revenge?

4: Let's say the duo filled their months with any drink of their choosing & the goal is to make the other spit it out, what would they do to each other & who spits it out first?

5: What's the super twins like with starknights/titans of tomorrow? Or maybe just Jake & mar'i?

Hmmmm....Lemme see what I can come up with @pin-crusher2000 ;-)

1) Chris/Thara: "Can I Have This Dance?" by Zac Efron and Vanessa Hudges; they’d have a waltz on the dance floor to that song

Jake/Meredith: "Hold Me” by Fleetwood Mac; The newlyweds can through on a performance with Meredith and Jake on guitar and drums respectively playing along to it

2) I would say it was primarily Jake who got abducted from his school during recess and then held up for ransom money by some mafia goons. In particular, since Jake is connected to billionaire Bruce Wayne via being the son of the adopted Richard Grayson-Wayne, the hostage takers demanded a payment up to $2 billion if Bruce and Dick are to see Jake unharmed. Thankfully for the Bats and Jake’s loved ones, these crooks weren’t particularly too technologically savvy so it’s was real easy for Cyborg to take down their locations via their internet signals and within the two hour mark after they post up their demands, Robin!Tim, Chris and Mar’i all came to Jake’s rescue, utterly curb-stomping the crooks. Still Jake was deeply embarrassed by this situation and vows to be extra careful next he ventures out of the school boundaries during recess.

3) Hmmm….I can probably see some of the street gang punk friends of Kryptonian Phantom Zone Prisoner and enemy of the House of Zod , Vla-Bol, all assemble around their ringleader after he tells them of his recent defeat at the hands of Chris. This Gang of Four can then sneak into General Zod’s base of Fort Rozz, hijack some of those Zone crossing pods many of the Fort’s residents including Chris long ago use to travel to Earth, and invade the planet themselves, going a mini rampage in Hamilton County to get Chris’ attention and start up a massive brawl, Chris trying desperately to lead said brawl away from the town and into areas worldwide where no one else can get hurt. It was a tough battle with him on the ropes many times but Jake’s, Penny Troy’s and the rest of the StarKnights’ timely arrival helped turned the tide long enough for Chris to borrow his Dad Clark’s Phantom Projector and send these Kryptonian street punks back to the Zone where they came.

4) I can see Chris mainly going for Jake’s ticklish spots while Jake would try making Chris laugh as hard as he can with some intentional slapstick and doing a small stand up routine filled with puns and other jokes his Uncle Gar taught him. It’s not even a real contest; Chris gets Jake to squirt out his grape soda not just out of mouth but also his nose.

5) Hmm….Okay so at least in this version or at least for a possible version that satisfies both Kid!Jon fans and fans of those two; I’d have them being raised by Mon El, Clark’s Daxamite de facto brother, after having to rescue them from the tyrannical clutches of Mongul during a mission at WarWorld.

As for their bond with the StarKnights and the Tomorrow Titans, I can see Osul being close with Chris, almost brotherly bond between them while also having something of a kinship with Robbie Long, something one can see being mirroring the bond Clark and Diana have. As for Otho, She’s no doubt part of a lot of friend group formed by Mar’i, Lian and Irey, an honorary member of that little Tenacious Trio and their shenanigans.

One thing is perfectly clear though; Besides Mon El, Osul and Otha are both very close to Chris and Jon as per usual.

[kourtniwritesagain]

Hi :D it’s so good to see you back ! I hope that you are well , if your still opened for asks , could you do hc’s for Jason Todd and Dick Grayson ? I adore these two brothers so much

Jason Peter Todd...oh this big, dumb, ticklish man. He was pretty ticklish pre-pit. Post-pit...he's still just as ticklish. He was pretty pissed off when, after he'd come back to the Batfamily, Dick tazed his sides (like he did when Jason was a kid) which caused a very high-pitched and embarrassing squeal to fall from Jason's mouth. Dick grinned much like the man who killed Jason and proceeded to tickle Jason like a man possessed. Jason was just as ticklish in all the same damn spots, which of course Dick remembered each and every single one. Jason has pretty much the most ticklish thighs, knees, calves...legs in general, in the whole world. Jason definitely doesn't prefer to be the lee; however, he actually doesn't mind being tickled. He spent years being angry, so it's a good excuse to laugh. Not that he'll ever say that. Dick knows, though. Dick knows and teases Jason about it while tickling him. Jason always threatens to shoot him, but they both know he'd never do it.

Dick absolutely loves all things tickling. He loves to be tickled; he loves to tickle others...he just loves tickling. He's very ticklish, but he's outrageously ticklish all over his torso. His death spot are the back portion of his sides, right around where his kidneys are. He'll be cackling like one of Harley Quinn's hyenas the moment those spots are touched. All the Batkids are privy to the knowledge of Dick's ticklishness. They're also privy to the knowledge that Dick is downright ruthless when it comes to tickle fights. No one knows this better than Jason and Tim. Jason gives as good as he gets every time, often wrangling the other Batkids to help him, which they're all too happy to oblige as Dick's laughter is amazing and they're usually ankling for some revenge because of their own destruction earlier via tickles by Dick. Dick loves every minute of it.

*Bonus* Bruce is also ticklish. Alfred, the Batkids, and Clark know this. They also know Bruce makes Dick's attacks look like child's play, so rarely is he a target. When he is, though, they know to take him down fast and hard, ensuring he's laughing and trying to protect himself. He's ticklish on his ribs, his hips, and his neck.

[valiantphantomangel]

Hi, since you’re talking request I was wondering if you would do Bruce Banner X Reader, where he has a crush of her and finds out she’s ticklish and after he tickles her he confesses that he likes her and you can come up with a cute ending?

The genius couple

A/n: thanks for requesting this anon! This is more of a fluffy and cute fic with some tickles in it so enjoy!

You were busy in the lab in Stark Tower where you lived with the other avengers, much like Tony you were a genius in all things considering science.

Currently you were researching a new material which S. H. I. E. L. D claimed to be some alien symbiote appearing as Black liquid or something weird like that, you were just putting it in a container when Bruce Banner walked in.

The guy you've liked since the avengers discovered you 5 years ago, you were both around the same age of 25 now and have been best friends/ science buddies ever since.

"Hey Y/N what are you working on"? Bruce asked curious as he walked over to you.

"Some kind of alien symbiote" you said with a laugh as you finish securing it in a container, trying to ignore how close he was standing to you.

"Wanna help me out? I've been wanting to study some human reactions for some time now" he asked as he looked up at you.

"yeah sure, why not" you smiled and walked over to his side of the lab "with what can I help"?

"well I was hoping if I could test something on you, to see how sensitive you are" he said with a small but noticeable grin.

A faint blush creeped onto your cheeks as you think about it before giving him a nod in response.

Bruce slowly traces a finger over your arm and sees the goosebumps that came at the wake of his touch, he looks up at you with a mischief glint in his eyes before running his fingers lightly over your ribs.

Immediately you giggle before your eyes go wide "Bruce don't you dare"!

"Oh but I have to, this is great for my research" he said with a wide grin and his hands went to your sides and scribbled up and down your hip bones.

You bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing but when he started digging into your ribs you burst out laughing, trashing around as you kicked out your feet.

"My my, i thought you were sensitive but I didn't think it was this bad" Bruce said with a laugh as he squeezed your knees and thighs which elected a almost hysterical laugh from you.

He squeezed and scribbled up and down your tummy for a while making you fall back on the table as you were shaking with laughter.

"BRUCEHIHIHIH STOPHAHHA ITHIHIHIHI" you screamed out in laughter as you wiggle around on the table.

"Alright alright" Bruce chuckled as he stopped his attack on your ribs and just pulled you into a hug, rubbing circles on your back with his thumb "But you do look adorable with those red cheeks".

You blushed brightly as the remaining ghost tickles disappeared and you relaxed in his embrace, sighing content and closing your eyes for a second.

"Hey Y/N"? Bruce asked with a nervous voice.

"Yeah"?

"I got to tell you something, something important" he said slowly

You looked up at him with a curious expression "What is it, are you alright"?

"yeah I'm alright, i just, I've liked you for a long time now and I wanted to tell you so bad, how your smile always lit up the room when you entered, how the big guy always calmed down when he saw you" Bruce said softly as he looked you in the eyes.

Your eyes went wide with surprise before a grin out of pure joy lit up your face and a even brighter blush covered your cheeks "i like you too Bruce, since we first met I've always felt this attraction towards you but I thought you liked Nat"

"Really? No no Nat is just a very dear friend of mine, she always said that I needed to talk to you" he said with a chuckle before smiling widely "you like me?"

"yeah" you said softly as you look him in the eyes.

"Would you like to go on a date with me?" He asked with a smile

"Absolutely!" you smiled as you hugged him tightly.

He hugged you back and placed a small kiss on your forehead, he couldn't help but notice Tony walking past the lab door and shooting him a wink with his thumbs up.

Bruce rolled his eyes before returning his attention back to you and smiling how lucky he was that you were willing to give him a chance.