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rmoonstoner · 7 months

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Kinktober 2023

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Theme:

3 - Doggy style

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Warnings:

18+, angst/whump, break up, sex pollen (Miguel's venom), biting, smut, unprotected p in v sex, doggy style, rebound sex, cream pie, choking the reader sexually (light to medium), voyeurism, angry and jealous men, no strings attached sex with Miguel.

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Pairing:

MidKnight (Moon Knight) Jake Lockley x Spider!Fem!Reader

(They don't have sex)

Spider-Man 2099 Miguel O'Hara x Spider!Fem!Reader

(They do have sex)

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Summary:

Your boyfriend, Jake Lockley, is keeping major secrets from you. A major one, him having D.I.D. You can't take the lying by omission anymore, and decide to confront him, only to find one of his alters in your bed, having sex with a woman you've never met before. You lose your shit, break up with him, then leave, only to run into another Spider-Man.

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Note:

Since I like my Galaxy-Spider OC/Reader from Poisoned Empanadas, this is a variant of her and a variant of Miguel. Bit of a backstory in the beginning, because I got really fucking high, and felt I needed a good angsty bit before the sex.

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Miguel had been watching you for weeks, and the more he found out about you, the more he was intrigued. He found out you had a shitty boyfriend, and that he had been cheating you. He was certain the man had D.I.D. judging by the way he acted.

Miguel had watched him leave in a cab, and he would follow. He would see the man get out in a parkade, go inside a coffee shop, and come out in different clothing. Usually a baseball cap and casual clothes, versus the nice suits he was wearing before. Miguel would follow him around as he eventually made his way back to your house, only to come at it from the back alley and sneak in covertly.

Miguel was suspicious that he was leading some sort of dangerous and secret life, and his suspicions had been confirmed when he found Moon Knight leaving from the basement a few times at night. The man always left after you did in your uniform, and then he found the knight would follow you as you worked.

Even weirder still, he found that man's uniform and fighting style would rapidly change between three different styles. He desperately wanted to tell you about it, but the fact he looked so similar to the man had kept him from introducing himself to you, even with his uniform on. He knew he couldn't just show up in his civilian clothing, and he was scared you would hear his voice that was so close to Jake's, and mistake him for your boyfriend. He didn't want that, nor did he want you to even think for one second that he was another alter of your boyfriend.

Tonight, however, he watched your boyfriend bring home that same woman again, and he was floored to see him go straight to your bedroom. Miguel was ready to show up in uniform, pretend to be a friend of yours that was looking for you, and maybe kick the guy out, or call him out on his bullshit, but you arrived before he could get in there.

He was concerned for your safety, and he crawled up the wall to peer inside your room as you confronted Jake and the woman.

It didn't last long, and now you were storming out the front door and pulling your mask over your face, hood up, as you shot a web out and zipped away.

Miguel wanted to go in there and beat the guy up, but the lady was still there, just leaving. He noticed she was also in uniform, and she looked pissed as she yelled at the man. Miguel decided not to bother them. She didn't do anything to you or him. She didn't deserve that. Instead, he followed you.

It took an hour before you stopped swinging around so he could approach you. You came to rest on the roof of the Sanctum and cast a few lights around you. You were so upset, pacing and grumbling to yourself, that you didn't notice him touch down on the roof behind you.

"Hey, you're that Galaxy-Spider, yeah?" He asked carefully. You turned to stare at him as you rubbed at your eyes covered by the mask.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Uh… One of your kind. I'm Spider-Man. Uh, from the future."

"Riiight."

"No, really. See?" He raised his hand and showed you his watch.

"Lyla, can you please show her?" He asked and a small hologram of a woman in a big puffy white fur coat appeared. You blinked and stared at the tiny lady.

"Oh, Miguel, it's that girl, the one you liiike. The one ya wanna beat her boyfriend up for cheating on her!"

"God damnit Lyla. That's not what I meant!" Miguel grumbled and rubbed his temple.

"Wait… You like me, and know about Jake?" You asked as you watched him bring his hands up to his face and rub his temples.

"Fuck it. Yeah. I do. I know him. I know he's a dick, a jerk, and a lying prick."

"So you've been stalking me, then?"

You squinted at him.

"Yes, wait, no!"

"Explain yourself, or I'll scream, and I'm standing right over top of Doctor Strange's bedroom." You said firmly. Miguel panicked and put his hands together.

"Wait, wait, wait. Okay, so I came here, and have been watching all the other spiders. I saw you once, then I couldn't help but follow you home. I was hoping you would be single, but then I found out you had a boyfriend. Then I found that boyfriend is Moon Knight, and he's been sneaking around, following you at night and also sleeping around with that lady that was there tonight." He quickly explained, then showed you some of the surveillance footage he had caught of Moon Knight.

"I was kind of obsessed with the man, because he has my face, and if he's doing bad shit out there, I don't want to be associated with him, right?" He said, desperately hoping you would believe him. He was starting to creep you out, and you didn't like it one bit. He sounded too much like Jake.

"So you were stalking Moon Knight, because you like him?"

"Fuck, no, It's not like that. I said I look like him. Not exactly, but close enough." He said as he slowly removed his mask and showed you his face. Your eyes went wide and before you could speak, he kept going.

"I can't be him. I'm from a different universe, from the year 2099. I don't have Moon powers, I have Spider powers. Oh, and see? Look at my arm. No tattoos. I'm also taller, bigger, and have higher cheekbones. My name is Miguel O'Hara." Miguel was quick to show you his arms, and you frowned.

Everything made perfect sense. Jake didn't wear a watch like that, and he certainly was shorter and smaller than Miguel. Plus the holographic video and tiny lady sure helped to back up his story. You sighed and shrugged.

"Okay. I believe you."

"Thank god. I was worried about you. You're a Spider. I'm a Spider. We are supposed to look out for each other. He's shady as fuck, and the fact he had the balls to bring a girl into your room and bang her, says a lot about him. He's a literal lunatic." He went on as his uniform formed back over his arms.

"That's not nice. He wasn't Jake at the time. " You said. Miguel scoffed and stared at you.

"That doesn't make it any better and I don't have to be nice. The guy is an idiot, and not because he has D.I.D. He's an idiot for keeping that from you. That's why I told you right away what I am doing and who I am."

"Yeah… I did know about the condition. I had my suspicions. What I did not know, was that he was Moon Knight. Thank you for being honest I guess?"

"Well now you do!" He looked triumphant and quite happy, while just shrugged and sighed.

"I don't care."

"You what?"

"I said, I don't care. Thank you for letting me know. I dumped him and told him I am moving out."

"So you came here?" He motioned to the old building you were standing on.

"Doctor Strange said I am welcome anytime. He knew this was coming, because we have talked about Jake's behavior before."

"Don't you think showing up at the crack of dawn on a Saturday is going to agitate the wizard enough to go looking for a fight?"

"Strange wouldn't dare, unless I asked. The others might go kick his ass, though."

"See?"

"Why are you suddenly defending him?" You gave him a suspicious look. He put his hands up in the air.

"I'm not. I just understand there's an innocent man mixed in with the other two dicks in that body. Knowing their luck, he'd be the one to front and get his ass beat."

"That's true. I don't think that's how Steven would be able to handle that."

"Probably not. How about we go for a stroll? Clear that head of yours, hm?"

"Sure I guess."

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That stroll turned into a heated make out session just a block away from the Sanctum. You had been so angry, that when Miguel suggested you two spar so you could blow off some steam, you immediately countered with an offer of sex with no strings attached. Now you had him pinned against the back of a billboard, your mask gone and your mouth and tongue tangled with his.

You didn't question how his mask melted away like pixels on a computer. The second his mouth was free, you kissed him hard and crawled up the billboard to cage him in. He didn't mind, and he encouraged you as his big hands came to hold your ass and neck.

"Fuck, you're a naughty little Spider…" Miguel husked as you ground yourself against him while making little pleased grunts and moans.

"Shut up and kiss me ya big lug."

"Gladly." Miguel pulled you in and kissed you again. He wanted this for a while now, and honestly thought it would have taken days, if not weeks to get into your pants. When you suggested angry no strings attached sex, he was all for it.

When you pulled away again, he pulled you off of him and spun you around so you faced the back of the billboard. He reached down, trying to find a way to open your suit, when you pointed at your thighs to a zipper there.

"Let me." You did and unzipped the seam. He growled when the tight fabric immediately shrank back and revealed your naked ass and cunt to him. He couldn't stop himself as he pulled his cock out and shoved it into your wet hole right away. He grunted as he pushed in all the way and pressed you against the billboard.

"Mierda! So fuckin' tight." He snarled and started to fuck into you hard and fast. You pushed back against him and whimpered while clawing at the wood of the billboard. He saw a sudden flash of white up above them, and he grinned as he grabbed your hair and tugged you back to kiss your neck

He could hear shuffling above him, followed by angry swearing in Spanish as he fucked into you harder. You felt him bite your neck, his fangs sinking in and pumping you full of venom. You moaned loudly and shook as he fucked you even harder. Your blood suddenly felt hot, and you panted as Miguel found your clit and rubbed it in time with his thrusts. He turned you towards the building, and pushed your head down to the ground as he pushed in as deep as he could go.

"Ahhh, mmm…" Your eyes rolled back, mouth open as you felt an orgasm hit you. You drooled and clawed at the wooden plank you were on as Miguel snarled loudly. And slapped you ass hard.

"I am gonna dick you down so good, you won't be walking when I'm done with you."

He groaned and gave you a few hard beats, before he slipped a hand around your neck and pulled you back up and flush against his chest again. He was making damn sure Jake could see him and the way your face contorted in ecstasy.

Miguel brought his other hand around your front, shooting a web at the billboard as he leaned back so you were sitting in his lap while he bucked up into you harshly. You bounced and gasped for air as his hand tightened around your neck, making it harder to breathe. You whined, choking a bit, and he let go, only to bring his hand to your breast and hold you tightly as he pistoned his cock in and out of your abused hole. He was enjoying your grunts and moans, more now that Jake was standing above and watching with a scowl.

"Miguel, fuck… Yes, oh, fuck-!" You gasped as he pushed in all the way and rotated his hips for a bit while you mumbled gibberish and shook with another orgasm. Your thighs were soaked, and Miguel still hadn't come yet.

"You feel so good… I just wanna pump you full with my come." He groaned and gave you a slow and deep thrust. You whimpered and grabbed onto his leg, digging your nails into his thigh in an attempt to keep him there.

"Don't fucking stop…"

You sobbed as he withdrew and pushed back in just as slow.

"Don't stop, eh?"

"Please! H-harder, faster, Miguel!"

"You want hard and fast? I'll give you hard and fast, mi sol."

He groaned and pushed you back down to your knees, his hips drilling as hard and as fast as he could go. You had a hard time holding yourself up, finding he was way stronger than you were. You slowly got pushed to the ground, head now against the cold wood, cheek smooshed while you panted and drooled.

"Yeah, yeah, ugnnn, fuck!" You mumbled as he leaned down and whispered in your ear.

"Ya feel that? I'm about ready to pop. Shall I fill this sweet little pussy of yours?" He said in a deeply husky voice as he kept pounding you mercilessly.

"Oh, Gods, yes!" You managed a small squeak as you squeezed his thigh.

"Good, because you're gonna take every last drop of me, and then I'm taking you to my pad, so I can fuck you again in the morning."

He growled as he bit into your neck again. You let out a deep carnal moan and came again, your pussy clamping tightly around his cock. He groaned and shot a nice thick load inside of you, and you whimpered and squirmed while he just kept coming and digging himself in deeper.

"So good… Fuck that guy. Stay with me and rest, then I'll take you back to your wizard's house, tomorrow." He whispered as he rolled over with you and held you tightly against his chest, his hard cock still buried to the root.

"O-okay…" You worked in catching your breath, your pussy still clenching periodically around his dick.

"Good." Miguel grinned and he looked up at the roof tops. He saw a white silhouette, with a dark face and scowling white eyes staring down at him. Miguel smirked back and gave him the finger as he hoisted you up into his arms, his suit melting back over his body. You were blissfully unaware your ex had witnessed everything, and was now helplessly watching you being carted away by his doppelganger.

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charcubed · 10 months

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Disneyland's Rogers: The Musical, propaganda that turns Steve Rogers into more myth than man, and revisionist history (possibly) to a purpose

Any of my thoughts in this post could just be me reading too far into things. I'm very aware of that, and please know that this post exists just because this sort of thing is fun for me! This is a thought exercise where we propose "What if we live in a world where the MCU is actually doing a cool and interesting thing as a longcon?" If you have anger at Marvel, that's valid and relatable, but please don't get angry at me or imply I'm an MCU stan who doesn't think critically about the mouse. Thanks!

Breaking news: I'm back on my bullshit!

A quick personal recap: I infamously hated Avengers: Endgame for a long list of reasons (and I even rewrote the movie). One of those reasons is that I've always taken issue with Steve's ending. But in the years since then, and as the MCU's phase 4 has evolved, my frustration at Steve's "ending" has turned into an ongoing and legitimate theory that the MCU could be slowly leading into a loosely adapted Secret Empire plot line. I know we've all been joking about Steve being trapped or about an imposter Steve since 2019, but uhhh, it's kind of not a joke to me anymore? It feels weirdly plausible at this point and so I enjoy discussing the potential.

You can find a full elaboration on that here, where I wrote out my "Steve was snatched by HYDRA" theory in 2021.

In that post, one of the things I mentioned at the time was Rogers: The Musical being in the Hawkeye trailer.

[The musical's] very existence is an example of how in-universe the stories of the lives of the heroes are being commodified, especially (in terms of how they’re framing it) for Steve’s. The heroes are no longer seen as people, if they ever were. They are, as Kate Bishop says to Clint in a recently released clip, more about “branding.” Sam Wilson will be redefining the shield moving forward in a Cap context, but simultaneously, the world is still enamored by Steve Rogers as a symbol in his own right. And that is ripe for manipulation as a Trojan horse to control public opinion… whether in the context of things like this by themselves (is the musical portraying Steve accurately, or is it painting an inaccurate picture of him the world accepts as fact?) or in future (is this propaganda that makes the public see Steve a certain way and continue to love him, to set up a fake or brainwashed Steve coming on the scene later?).

Now a form of the musical exists in full, at Disneyland and all over Youtube. Considering some of its baffling content – which I will break down below – this perspective seems even more strongly worth considering.

I have two main reasons for why I'm defending examining this musical so closely:

1. It is (arguably) an in-universe piece of media that has bearing on the MCU canon. It isn't like any other typical Disneyland attraction; its very existence is meta and it was in canon first. Obviously it's seen in Hawkeye, but there are also posters for it in several different phase 4 properties. It's lurking in the background indefinitely. So what can this musical tell us about what the wider public within the MCU is being told about the life story of Steve Rogers?

2. This Secret Empire graphic – which is animated in the center of the stage of a prolonged period of time – feels like a literal sign to pay attention.

Granted, this is obviously still ancillary material. 99% of the MCU audience will never see this musical, whether in person or on YouTube. But just because it isn't a vital piece doesn't mean it's automatically an entirely irrelevant piece.

They've given me an inch with that sign and I'm taking a mile.

So if you're interested, please join me on this journey :)

For the record, let me just say that I salute the creative team behind this show. It's pretty fun and the songs are catchy, the sets and costuming are cool, and the cast is overall very talented.

It's also fucking maddening. LMAO.

Why? Firstly, because of the seemingly deliberate ahistorical inaccuracies. We all know Ant-Man is wrongly shown in the Battle of New York, which originally "came from [the Hawkeye showrunner] and Marvel, as something to further aggravate Hawkeye as he watched the show, and also as a comment on how movies and articles and people always get something wrong." It seems like they expanded those meta nods, but most inaccuracies are now in service of glorifying Steve and Peggy's "love story." Yes, romance objectively makes for good theater; but again, I feel that this is worth examining considering the full context.

And secondly, Steve's ending is framed as an offer presented to him, convincing him it's the happy ending he deserves because he's tired. In my mind, these two big elements go together, and I'll walk you through the details of what happens in the musical before I tie the thought threads back around into some theorizing.

For your reference, here's a list of the main songs and story beats:

• "U-S-Opening Night" - the Starkettes (who are basically a Greek chorus) frame the show's story, and then it turns into an ensemble that loosely takes place at the Stark Expo. • "I Want You" – Steve's "I want" song about trying to enlist in the army. • "Star-Spangled Man With A Plan" – Steve performing on the USO tour obviously, and then there's a reprise with an added voiceover that (very briefly) covers the Howling Commandos' rescue + the war via comic book imagery. • "What You Missed" – Fury and the Starkettes tell Steve some pop culture things he missed while he was frozen, + they tell him about the Avengers. Then Fury goes down a list of other hero characters, including the Guardians? Doctor Strange? Wanda?? It plays loose and fast with time, because many non-2012 characters are bafflingly mentioned in this nonlinear Avengers list – including the Winter Soldier (???). • "Save the City" – this is the song seen in Hawkeye, with the civilians + the Avengers all involved, but it's slightly different here and expanded to also reference other battles. • "End of the Line" – Old Steve presents main Steve with the time stone as an opportunity for his happy ending, and they reflect on things together. (Yes, this is insane.) • "Just One Dance" – Steve and Peggy reunite and sing about their love. • And then there's basically a reprise of "Save the City," with the Starkettes and the whole cast closing the finale out.

Right out of the gate, let's address this: the main reason you're going to see some fans pissed about this musical is not only that Steve and Peggy's ~epic romance~ is made a pillar of the story... but also that Bucky's importance/involvement in Steve's life is minimized as much as possible.

And they took Bucky-related elements from canon and made them center more around Peggy instead.

• For some weird reason, Peggy is in the Stark Expo scene. When a soldier is hitting on the Starkettes ("hey sweetheart, I wanna dance!"), Steve tells the soldier to show the ladies some respect. The soldier grabs Steve and throws him down, and then Peggy swoops in to yell "Pick on someone your own size!" and punches the guy before walking away. So she's given Bucky's TFA line verbatim, and she is given the role he had of saving Steve from bullies. There is blatantly no reason they couldn't have had Bucky still serve that function and be truer to "history," because he briefly enters this scene in uniform less than a minute later to announce he's shipping out to the 107th – and then he spins off with a date on his arm. (We don't see Bucky on stage again until the full cast comes out for the finale!)

• After the Star-Spangled Man show, Peggy rushes in to talk to Steve. Steve is excited about his USO performance (???) but she urgently tells him to listen as she says that the 107th has been captured. Peggy apparently knows it's Bucky's division, and she knows Steve is going to go, so she tells him that she's already arranged transport for him. This is a subtle twist from the truth of how it went down in TFA, in which Steve recognized 107 as the number of Bucky's division, and his dogged determination inspired Peggy to relent and help his rescue mission. Here, Peggy is given a stronger role in the Cap origin story. And before Steve rushes off, Peggy sings a short untitled ballad hoping for their dance, so Steve pauses before he leaves to ask her to go on a date with her when he returns. • The most egregious Bucky-to-Peggy change of all is the song "End of the Line," in which the infamous Steve and Bucky line/promise (that broke Bucky's brainwashing...) is re-contextualized to be about ???? Peggy waiting for Steve in the past??? Old Man Steve and regular Steve sing it together. But we'll go back to that in a minute.

Again, I get it, yeah? It's for theater. Whatever. But in reality, the obvious logical truth is that Peggy is centered (to the point of taking elements from Bucky's story, and in turn Bucky is downplayed) because they needed to convince the audience that Steve going back in time to be with her makes sense. Steve's time travel ending had to be justified, so the Peggy and Steve "love story" had to be a pillar in this with everything else being given lesser weight.

And the inherent selfishness of him doing something as big as going back in time also had to be justified... which is why they do their best to convince you Steve fought so much he deserved it.

Let me elaborate on that by describing the lead-up to the "End of the Line" song.

So, right before "End of the Line" is "Save the City" – which includes Steve belting "I can do this all day!" repeatedly, of course. It's the 2012 Battle of New York as the Avengers come together to win.

As they begin to disperse, the song then transitions to a voiceover alert mentioning Sokovia being under attack by artificial intelligence (a.k.a. Age of Ultron). The Avengers group rushes back to center stage to say "Save the city! Help us win!" together for battle again.

And then things get fucking weird.

Because the next voiceover threat is "Washington DC. Attack: the Winter Soldier." This is not accurate to the order of events! The Winter Soldier events were before Age of Ultron; the public of the MCU would also know this.

And suddenly on stage Steve is now in the center while everyone else gestures to him. Instead of singing with him, they're telling him "Save the city! Help us win!"

Then, another voiceover: "Wakanda, under attack" (Infinity War) and again, Steve is centered while everyone else points to him. The ensemble says, "Save the city, help us win! Save us all from the state we're in! Got to hear you, got to hear you, got to hear you say..." as Steve is buckling to his knees under their pointing. And as the lights go down to one spotlight on him and everyone else leaves, he says "I can do this all day" one last time, but now it's subdued.

The implication is that Steve has been fighting and fighting, people leave him or he loses them, and he's tired.

And then fucking Old Man Steve arrives.

He says "On your left," because yes, they gave him Sam Wilson's line. BATSHIT.

So now there's two Steves on stage! There has been no mention of Thanos or infinity stones or anything up to this point! (I can only assume that's because in the MCU universe no one would want to be reminded of the trauma of "the Blip" – though it's pretty wild that they're allowed to know about magical time travel?)

Steve is baffled by Old Man Steve's arrival. I, too, was baffled by Old Man Steve's arrival.

As Steve questions how this is possible, Old Man Steve shows him the time stone from his pocket – and only the time stone – which Steve recognizes.

OLD MAN: "You've got to remember where you've been to know where you're going." STEVE: "Where am I going?" OLD MAN: "A date with destiny." STEVE: “Destiny. So we’re the hero till the end?” OLD MAN: “That’s the thing about endings, Steven. They can be rewritten.”

Lmao???????

Steve starts singing about how he hopes this means they "win" and calls himself a "tired hero."

STEVE: "But sometimes I wonder, who will save the savior? Can we really do this all day? So here I am, now and also then. Just a man, looking back at where he's been." OLD MAN: "The road is rough but wounds are healed by a thing called time. You can't forget what's waiting at the end of the line."

Me, watching this: the fact that he says this out of the blue makes absolutely no sense.

There's a bit more singing, including "end of the line" repetition, and then Old Man Steve pulls out the time stone to essentially show visions of... I don't fucking know. Past, present, and future?

That's pre-serum Steve, Steve with Mjolnir, and Sam Wilson as the new Cap. This is the only reference to Sam in the whole thing.

More singing, and then: Peggy's silhouette.

OLD MAN: "Can't forget who's waiting..." STEVE: "I can't forget who's waiting..." BOTH: "Don't forget who's waiting..." STEVE: "At the end of the line."

At this point I'm like, what in the hell?

Did Old Man Steve just brainwash normal Steve into thinking "end of the line" is now about Peggy? Because uhhhh, sorry, that's what it feels like!

Then Steve uses the stone to go back in time, reunites with Peggy, etc. etc. finale.

It's truly some crazy shit.

[drags hands down face]

Look... there's a lot to unpack here, and there's a lot that gets me about it. I know this is dramatized for the stage! I KNOW! But the fact that Old Man Steve shows up to convince Steve he should go back in time makes me want to gnaw on furniture.

Another person essentially uses the lure of a life with Peggy to tempt Steve into doing this, dramatized or not. That is how it's framed.

It's a hell of a way to frame it, and it makes Steve's ending stand in even starker contrast to so many other things in phase 4. Desperately trying to go backwards when you shouldn't or to bring back a lost lover is an evil temptation, and it results in a trap or negative cosmic consequences for basically all of the other characters in the MCU.

• In Shang-Chi, Wenwu is tempted by the Soul Eaters beyond the Dark Gate. They use the voice of his deceased wife to convince him to set them free. • In "What If" episode 4, Doctor Strange becomes evil in a desperate bid to save Christine and he destroys his universe. Along the way, he tries to tempt/trap the good Strange who's fighting him by using visions of Christine, but good Strange knows she isn't real. • Wanda's grief and desire to bring back Vision leads to – well, you know. • In No Way Home, Peter trying to undo things is what causes the multiverse problems.

And the fact that they frame it as Steve being tired, so basically the argument is he deserves that time travel ending (just like MCU fans who defend Endgame say in real life)... Well.

There's no way to make it hold up, especially because in "What If" they explicitly subverted that and had Captain Carter not go back in time despite how she felt she'd "earned" it.

Lastly, in this musical as Steve decides to pursue time travel as his course of action, he basically has the meaning or memory of "end of the line" rewritten for him. I refuse to not think that is some nefarious shit. Yes, it's not out of the realm of possibility that it's just some general Disney erasing Steve and Bucky nonsense.

But... this is on another level to me. I do think that it's a blatant choice that they had to be aware even general MCU fans would call bullshit on. Everyone knows it's inaccurate. "End of the line" is embedded in pop culture consciousness as being connected to Bucky. It just is! Surely that means it's not a stretch to theorize it could be deliberate meta commentary.

How, in the MCU world, would the in-universe playwrights even know the phrase "end of the line"? How the fuck would it be accidentally applied to Steve and Peggy? Not to sound like a crazy person, but who the fuck was rooting around in Steve and/or Bucky's personal business or their brains in order to obtain that knowledge and then remix it, and why? Neither of them would flippantly mention it in the public eye or interviews ever. So where did its inclusion come from?

And in the finale ensemble, this is Bucky's line when he comes out on stage and salutes + points to Steve: "Don't forget who's waiting..." And Old Man Steve completes it with "...at the end of the line."

What on God's green earth am I meant to do with THAT?

Smh.

The vibes are fucked, folks.

The MCU public wouldn't know enough to say the vibes are fucked. The MCU public wouldn't know the origin of "end of the line" as a phrase. But us? The ones who know the "true story" via the movies? We can call bullshit.

Whether the creative team behind this musical did every aspect of this consciously or not, in my opinion the fact that they had to tweak canon "history" to A) make Peggy's involvement in Steve's life more central and B) emphasize Steve as a tired hero all works as commentary on and almost a condemnation of Endgame's frustrating ending. In a way, it's also what Endgame did with the compass and 1973 moment with Peggy as well.

Steve's ending had to be convincing.

It's theater.

And so, maybe the same is true for the in-narrative perspective of this musical in the context of the MCU world. What purpose would it serve to tell the MCU public a feel-good narrative about how all Steve Rogers wanted was to no longer be a tragic man out of time and get to make a life with his best girl? To frame it as being about how he fought so hard for years and so he earned a happy ending? To minimize and nearly erase Bucky's importance in his life?

Who would want to do that sort of propaganda, and why?

The MCU civilians are given this happy explanation and maybe don't widely question it. Who cares about the details or logistics if it makes a good story, I guess. It's a stretch, but maybe they mostly applaud it. Maybe they're happy for "America's favorite son" (not unlike people who uncritically liked Endgame). In a way, it's even a rehabilitation of his image (after the Accords) like putting the shield on the Statue of Liberty. And maybe they'd even be ready and waiting to applaud if Steve ever made a dramatically selfless and de-aged return to the spotlight or a position of authority.

But mostly, the public is being conditioned to not know or to forget that anyone else like Bucky Barnes or Sam Wilson would possibly know Steve Rogers the person well enough in the modern day to call bullshit on any of this – or on his hypothetical miraculous future return.

So. Sure, it's probably nothing.

But what if it's not?

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UPDATE: @faeriecap added to this post with some incredible information and further behind-the-scenes context about the MCU/Marvel stuff at Disney parks! Check it out here :)

#rogers the musical #rogers: the musical #steve rogers #captain america #captain america meta #marvel meta #imposter steve #anti-endgame #peggy carter #stevebucky #mcu #marvel #stucky #anti-endgame steve #char writes things #me: is anyone else going to write about this being propaganda? no? fine I'll do it myself #I should not be posting it after midnight but I don't want to be tempted to fucking look at it again tomorrow. be gone you monster

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OUR SECRET — MYG

chapter five

Summary: You and Yoongi are having an affair. No, you are not being his lover. But the world is not ready to know that an idol is dating someone. So you two were doing your best to make sure no one found out. Until he breaks up with you. His mistake.

Author's note: This fanfic will contain inappropriate language and intimate moments between some characters. Be warned. I will let you know if anything becomes inappropriate. Please enjoy this Yoongi fanfic.

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"That's exactly why I said I didn't want to tell you about the ultrasound. What's the point of going into the office for two seconds and leaving?" You almost scream, taking Yoongi’s hands off of you. This idiot.

"The group's album is coming out soon and the boss needed to know some last details. What's my fault?" Yoongi asks, trying to hold you back, so you don't get run over in the middle of the street. But now the anger it's getting the best of you.

"Your only son is growing inside me. All I ask of you, daddy of the year, is that you be there. But you're too busy." You walk away, enraged. The first taxi that appears in front of you, you get inside leaving Yoongi talking to himself.

You ignore Yoongi's calls on your cell phone while holding your baby ultrasound in your hands. Or rather, as the doctor said, your daughter. But even that, her father doesn't know, because he was talking to who knows who in the back of the hospital. You get out of the taxi with some difficulty, as you are now appearing pregnant. You take the elevator, hoping to get home and get some sleep.

"How did you get here so fast?" You say looking at Yoongi sitting in front of your door.

"I'm a bad man. A terrible ex-boyfriend and I was probably a mediocre boyfriend. But I don't want to be a good father to our baby." He talks like he's out of breath, it almost makes you want to laugh. Thinking about him running after you.

"Did you run here?" You ask looking for the apartment keys in your bag. However, you feel a strange sensation in your stomach.

"Hey. Come here, I think our daughter is kicking." You speak, drawing the attention of Yoongi, who is wearing a cap and mask so as not to be easily recognized. He runs over, placing his hand on your stomach, very gently as if he's afraid to touch it. Then you hold his hand where you are feeling the baby's kicks.

"Our daughter?" Yoongi asks. You nod your head in confirmation. He looks happy but you can barely see because of the mask.

"If you want to be a present father, be present. Don't go to a doctor's appointment and be on your cell phone. Listen to what the doctor will say. Worry like I worry about our baby's health. Could it be?” You ask almost in a whisper, not wanting to turn this into a fight but rather wanting the best to you all.

"I promise I'll try my best to take care of you two." He speaks confidently, as if he were affirming himself. You smile and hug him tightly. Pregnancy has made you incredibly emotional apparently.

"Want to come in and make some coffee?" You ask unpretentiously. However, Yoongi ends up shaking his head.

"I have a date... But if you want, I can cancel it." He says and you laugh feeling like a fool.

"Funny how things are? Two months ago you wanted to marry me. Now you're going on a date and two hours ago you didn't have time to pay attention to the obstetrician." You get angry, trying to get into the apartment and failing miserably.

"Hey, honey. Don't be like that, I thought we were getting along." Yoongi says trying to help your apartment. You however move away from him.

"And we were getting along fine. Then you have a date and you want me to react like you do to all this shit." You speak changing the tone of your voice. What a pain.

"I stay here with you. You will always be more important than anything ever." Do you want to believe what he is saying. But who would believe that, right?

"Just today you showed me that I'm not more important than your job and a new romantic conquest. Yoongi, maybe you should figure out what your priorities are." You get very close to Yoongi when you say this, almost as if you were going to kiss him. His eyes are steady on you as you look at him, analyzing what you can of his face.

"My priority is my family. It always will be." Yoongi says this, lowering the mask and holding your hands.

"So you should understand who your family is. The boys are your family, your relatives are your family but definitely the new album and a new girlfriend are not your family." You speak by establishing a certain line of reasoning. So you finally managed to get into the apartment. To your and Yoongi's surprise, all of his group members are in the living room. In the living room that is decorated. They're throwing a baby shower for you and the baby.

"I think my family and I are going to celebrate our daughter's arrival into this world and you can go on your date." You said, closing the door in Yoongi's face, which made the boys a little shocked. You then enter your baby shower to celebrate with your family.

#bts fanfic #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x reader #min yoongi fanfic #min yoongi x you #min yoongi #min yoongi x reader #reader insert #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #Spotify

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thunderousavery · 9 months

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Ocean-Blue Eyes Pt. 1 (Ghost x M!Reader)

A/N: Was bored thinking about dicks and masked men, so I thought of making a little story about one of my cutie patooties. This will have an eventual smut, I swear it's evident in the writing. I'm so bad at this though, so bear with it a little.

Summary: You're the Ghost and Soap duo's favorite bartender. You're harboring a secret crush for Ghost, and well, Soap annoys you about it. Main Pairing: Ghost x M!Reader Warnings: Cursing. More cursing. Vulgarity. And Soap being an annoying mohawk rat for the reader's taste.

Midnight of April. Saturday. A gentle warm breeze of the summer wafts in the air.

I work as a bartender at a little club in town somewhere in South America. I don’t know, but I like my job. It’s what kept me in a stable life nowadays, and I haven’t run into any financial problems with it. I please customers, and they give me tips; very opportunistic work if I could say so myself.

“The usual?” I asked my long-time customer and friend as he greets me with that charming smile of his before sitting down at the bar counter. I know his drink was more of a hard Scotch mix that I never make for others, so it’s pretty much very easy to remember.

He nods, setting his cap down, and ran a hand through his mohawk hair. “Aye. Ya know me so well, lad.”

I chuckled softly while preparing his drink, grabbing a few bottles of beverages from the liquor cabinet as I spoke, “It’s because you’re the only one who drinks shit like this, man.”

“Hey! It’s a specialty from Scotland. It ain’t shit,” he retorted, shooting me a playful glare.

“It’s shit. I tried it once, and it tasted like dog piss and water from the the fucking Amazon”

“Hey, now that’s just rude!” He pouts.

It’s always like this whenever Soap comes to the bar after a long day from military work; banters and laughter with him and a couple of shots of his shitty drink. We’ve been friends since he came here two months ago, and I have to admit that he’s grown on me for some time. He tells good stories, encourages other customers to buy drinks (especially his weird concoction that he keeps forcing me to make), and he also looks after me when I feel down.

He’s one good friend, I’d give him that. But I never get any other ideas than that.

Soap’s cute, but not cute enough for me to spread my legs for. That’s a gay shit that I won’t cross the line. Personality and appearance are both a big fucking check for an annoying Scotsman like him, but I don’t like him more than as a friend.

... Well, except for his ‘other’ friend.

“So, where’s Mr. Blue Eyes?” I asked with a soft smirk as I try to hide the eagerness in my voice while wiping the countertop.

“Ghost? He’ll be here soon,” he replies before taking a swig from his drink. He raised an eyebrow and broke into a mischievous grin. “Why ya lookin’ for him? Gonna fuck him with yer eyes again?”

I felt my cheeks erupt in red at his vulgarity before looking away and groaning in annoyance. “I-I’m not...” I trailed off, can’t seem to think of a good retort to that. Damn him.

“Oh, admit it, lad. Yer stares are enough to undress him well, and he hates getting cold. He gets all grumpy when that happens.” Soap chuckled.

“I-I wasn’t staring!” I tried defending myself, but I know it was no use.

“And ya know what they say? Denial is a river in Egypt, baby.” He grinned as he made the innuendo gesture on his hands, his finger pushing in and out on a little hole he made with his other hand. “He likes angry fuck, by the way.”

This is why he’s better off as my friend. We don’t take each other seriously, and he’s a fucking bully to me when it comes to my crush on his friend, Ghost.

Yeah, I like his friend. And yeah, Ghost is the type of guy that I’d spread my legs for if he allows me to. With just a single look from his piercing blue eyes, I’d call him ‘Daddy’ and beg for him in obedience. Gosh, I don’t even remember the last time I got laid.

But I’m not admitting that out loud. I learned my mistake by telling Soap, and he won’t stop being a bitch to me about it.

“Fuck you. I’m putting rat poison in your drink next time and I’d play that Ratatouille theme when you die.” I shoot Soap a glare while threatening to throw the dirty towel on his face as he held his hands up.

“Hey, quit it, (Y/N). No one’s poisoning anyone’s drink tonight.” A familiar gruff voice with a strong British accent vibrated in the air.

...

... Holy fucking twat, it’s Ghost! And he’s walking up here wearing something that I've never seen him wear before!

His typical skull-faced balaclava was on, but he was wearing a dark green sleeveless shirt and a pair of cargo shorts. With the way he moved and dressed like a fucking macho man, I could see every muscle on his tattooed arms flex. He has some light scarlet burn scars on the skin of his right shoulder, but it didn’t lower the fondness I felt for him at all.

He looks so scrumptious right now, and the way his ocean-blue eyes looked at me sternly makes me want to take a dive and drown in them.

“... You’re doing it again.” Soap decided to pop my thought bubbles and laughed.

“What’s he doing again?” Ghost asked him, clearly in confusion as he sits down and looked at me once more with curiosity.

“I-I’m not doing anything, Soap. Damn it...” I cursed under my breath as I busied myself again to wipe the countertop that I and Soap knows was already clean. I couldn’t look at Ghost; I’d fucking die and let the ground swallow me whole.

Soap continued to laugh it off before sipping on his drink one last time before he handed his mug to me, gesturing for one more. I could only glare at him silently before sighing and taking his mug to prepare his shitty drink again.

This night’s going to be a disaster...

Ghost eyed me for a bit before he pulled out his wallet and put some cash on the counter. “Scotch on ice, mate.”

“That same plain shit again? I swear, ya have sum boring taste buds, LT.” Soap chuckles as he took a sip.

“Shut it, Johnny. I’m just making it easy for the lad, unlike you who always wants some fucking weird shits in your drink.” Ghost snorted, and gosh how I’m proud to hear him put his friend in his place. He’s so aggressively British, I’d let him talk me down and destroy me—

“Eh, but why’d ya put for more than one glass? Tipping him the extra?”

... Huh?

I looked at the counter, and I had to blink a few times before I could register the fact in my head that there are a couple of dollars sitting right there. Even at this distance, I can already count that it can afford more than one shot of Scotch on ice. Not only another one but probably a couple more.

“I-I...” I gulped softly as I looked into Ghost’s piercing blue eyes that could stare right at my soul. “You... You’re tipping too much—”

“It ain’t. Have a drink of your own and join us.” If he ain’t smirking behind that intimidating mask of his, I’m having doubts now because of how his chuckle gruffly vibrated from his chest. “Or, it can be a tip if you wanna be boring, mate. You don’t seem to look too busy, though.”

It’s more than enough for one drink!

... However, there’s a bar policy; never drink with the customers. No matter how convincing they are or they offered to pay, never ever drink with them. Never entertain them too much because work always comes first. Failing to uphold this, you’ll find your last cut of salary and letter of expulsion in the boss’s office the next morning.

...

... I’m just kidding. There’s no bullshit like that here. This is the best workplace that I’ve ever been in.

“Yeah, and there ain’t even a single customer here other than us, lad.” Soap agreed, nodding with a soft hum.

“That’s because it’s only an hour before closing time.” I shook my head and chuckled. “But sure, I can join you guys.” I grabbed a glass for myself along with a couple of beverages and some lime. I made my favorite cocktail mix; Moscow Mule.

Who would’ve thought I’d get to have an excuse to drink with my British military soldier crush? Aren’t I so lucky?

“That’s the spirit.” Ghost lifts his mask a little, just enough to reveal his stubbled square chin and plump lips as he takes a sip from his Scotch. And, oh my god, I swear there was a damn smirk on his lips just before they touched the fucking edge of the glass.

Does he even eat ass with that mouth of his? I wonder.

“If stares could kill, someone could become a bloody murderer now.”

The impeccability of this fucking mohawk rat to just outright say such words is so darn bad, I just want to shove a whole empty bottle of Scotch up to his fucking ass. I glared at him silently while I finished making my drink, thinking carefully if I should throw a lime at his face and hope it would catch on his fucking eye.

“... So,” I spoke, trying to make a small conversation rather than having another banter with Soap. “When are you guys going on your next mission?”

“Classified detail.” Soap snickered when I gave him another deathly glare. But then he eventually answered, “In two days, I guess.”

“I see...” So, I only got two days left to get laid by some British hunk? “And you’ll come back in?”

“Depends on it, lad.” Ghost answered this time, and he didn’t bother to slide his mask back on to cover the lower half of his face. Thank goodness for that. “If we’re lucky and Soap doesn’t fuck up a single time, then we’re back in two days after as well.”

“Hey, I don’t fuck up on missions!” Soap pouts like a fucking rat, I swear it’s damn annoying.

But I like these two’s dynamics. A lieutenant and a sergeant. They look so close like two brothers with different blood and origin, and I remember Soap telling me some stories about how he hates Ghost but likes him at the same time. They respect each other at work, but Soap says he will always find time to annoy his lieutenant at some point. Typical brothers, I guess.

“—And they said Gaz would be... (Y/N)?” Ghost’s voice snapped me back to reality when his words trailed off and mentioned my name. He looked at me with a soft frown on his lips along with a concerned look in his eyes. “You okay, mate? You’re staring off.”

“O-Oh... Uh, y-yeah... I’m fine.” I smiled sheepishly before taking a sip from my drink. I didn’t bother to look at Soap because I know he had a damn smirk on his face right now.

“... If you say so.” He sighed before setting his glass down and put his shoulders on the counter, leaning forward a bit. “Enough about our work. I wanna know something more about you.”

If I still had my drink in my throat, I would’ve spat it out, probably aiming at Soap’s face. “W-What? U-Uh... What do you want to know about me?” I gave Soap a quick glare to make sure he doesn’t speak any dirty side comments.

“Hmm...” He rubbed his chin for a moment before he spoke. “... Are you hitting on Johnny here?”

...

“... Wait, what?” My eyes widened as the size of saucer plates. Did I... hear that correctly? I’m pretty sure he asked if I was hitting on—

“Hold up, why’d ya even think the lad’s hitting on me?” Soap laughed obnoxiously, almost tipping over from his seat as he found it also surprising that Ghost would jump to that conclusion. “I’m pretty sure that’s not the case, LT.”

“Then, why does he keep looking at you like you’re some piece of meat?” Ghost grinned.

I swear this is not the right time to show your pearly white teeth, Ghost! Oh my god, what has the world fallen into? I know Soap and I know that I’m already being obvious with my little gestures and looks to Ghost for quite a while now, but why the hell would he think I’m hitting on Soap all this time?!

Hasn’t he seen my heart eyes whenever I look at him? Hasn’t he seen the way I’d smile charmingly for him just to notice me? Like, what the actual fuck?! He was thinking I’m hitting on this fucking mohawk rat?!

I blushed softly nonetheless mostly because I’m finally running out of patience and sanity. “I-I... No, I’d never—”

“He’s hitting on you, LT.”

That was the last straw.

“Alright, where’s the fucking knife?!”

A/N: Will post part 2 as soon I finish it. Love lots :))

#ghost x male reader #ghost x reader #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soap cod #soap call of duty #soap being an annoying mohawk rat #no beta we die like men #unbeta'd because I'm lazy #cod fanfic #ghost x y/n #ghost

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yukkisagi · 11 months

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"in your dreams"

"hopefully when i'm awake too"

in which oliver aiku swears your his favorite, even though he's the most self centered, inconsiderate, apathetic asshole to ever exist. - this is quite literally just word vomit, nothing really happens honestly - implied past sexual relations, a lil toxic and intoxicated, lil suggestive, fuckboy oliver aiku, not proofread -over my dead body would i ever let him hit, i swear no cap

oliver aiku, with all his glory and dignity, was standing at your front door clearly intoxicated.

this isn't the first time you've witnessed this scene, but it definitely wasn't a common occurrence. with you arms across your chest, you impatiently wait for his newest excuse for disturbing your sleep in the middle of night.

"hey baby," he grins, eyes barely peeking through his shaggy bangs. "what are you still doin' awake at this hour?"

"why are you here?" you immediately snapped, not allowing him to have control of the conversation at hand.

"aw c'mon stop playin'," he coos as he reaches over to wrap an arm around you. "you know why i'm here."

"i do huh?" you push his arms back.

"stop that," he groans as he muscles his way back onto your body. believing that you were no match for strength. "just say you miss like you always do."

"wrong girl," you shove your shoulder into his chest and try to create space between you two, earning a slight wince as you escape his grasp. "go home aiku."

"baby, you know you're my favorite." he follows you into your house, closing the door behind him. you internally scream at your own instincts for failing to immediately slam the door in his face.

"you say that to every girl."

"that's not true sweetie, you've always been special."

"god it's like you literally have no soul." you finally halt your angry rapid steps, whipping around to face him. "just always copy and pasting a script to any girl that has the honor of your grace.

you wish you could confidently say you saw just a glimpse of hurt in his slightly widened eyes when you spit your insults at him, but you knew better then that. oliver aiku was just a carcass of a boy, not a drop of love, goodness or consideration in his blood.

he knows he can't be offended by words that couldn't be any truer. did it still sting a little because it came out of your mouth? who knows?

"aw cmon, who do you call when your black out drunk? and who do i coming running to when i'm drunk?" he points out.

as your cringe at the multiple flashbacks of your not so proudest moments, he sneaks up to you, pressing his forehead against yours. as you are about to shove him off again, your hands freeze at his chest as you meet his secret weapon - the ever so enchanting perfectly mismatched eyes.

"it's like, we're made for each other." he encases you hands with his own, holding them close to his chest while his eyes sparkle into yours, as if they're trying to envelop you in some ridiculous fairy tale.

that dramatic statement easily brings you back to reality though. was he always this dramatic? did he always talk like a character from movies like the notebook?

"intoxication does not define a relationship," you scoff and look away, regaining your composure and attempt to push him again. "now get off of me you disgusting drunkard."

"fine you're right, but i do have some redeeming qualities ya know?" he smirks, satisfied by your slip up and winning back the upper hand. his confidence is now back in tenfold.

"do you now?" you ridicule. "i haven't seen any."

"i bring you take out when your busy studying for finals, heck i even remember when you have finals!" he proudly puffs his chest out at something so miniscule to you. "i even bring you medicine afterwards too, since you get sick every single time."

"so you're like, my servant?" you slowly spell out.

"you know what, that has a nice ring to it." he winks at you with a cheeky grin as he flattens your fingers against the buttons of his shirt that is barely covering his chest. "i'd love to be your servant."

the devil works hard, but when it comes to chasing pussy, oliver aiku suddenly has the drive of a college student using adderall the night before their finals for a failing class.

"in your dreams." you swat his hands away, knowing exactly what kind of servant he actually wants to be.

"hopefully when i'm awake too."

"you are such an asshole." you start moving towards your room again, hopefully you'll be able to slam the door on his face this time.

"so are you," he pouts. "you're wounding me sweetheart."

"i wish i could physically wound you." the audacity this man had to continue his attempts of buttering you up even as you were about to bitch slap him across the face was unbelievable.

"what if i just wanted innocent cuddles, someone to just keep me warming during these cold nights?"

"nothing that comes out of your mouth is innocent. and it is literally summer." you state flatly, now really wanting to slap him. "can you just go home now, i'm tired of talking in circle with you."

"you're right, i'm tired too. lets just shut up." he grins as finally he envelops you in a hug that not even arnold schwarzenegger himself could probably escape, muffling your voice into his chest before you can say anything else.

he was way too warm, probably from all the alcohol, and it was hard to fight back. you try to wiggle out only to be met with a playful hum. once your movements finally stills, he sighs into your hair, fingertips gripping at your waist tighter then they already were.

"see?" he starts waddling you both into your bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. "there's no point in being mean, even if it is a little hot."

now your grateful to be in his embrace to hide your completely flushed cheeks.

you always knew why you hated him. because even if it was just for a brief moment, you loved being special to him. you loved being the apple to his eye. you loved the attention he gave you and you hated that you would probably do anything keep him all of it to yourself.

as aiku drops the both of you onto the bed, his drunk thoughts are finally beginning to settle in. he is not vulnerable man, but even he could admit that this just felt right. your bed holding the two of you, his arms securing you in his chest, your warmth enveloping him and his heartbeat steadily thumping against yours, as if it was trying to find your heart to sync with.

no amount of alcohol could ever make him deny this comfort. if anything, it just made him hungrier to greedily snatch it from you, even if he knew he wasn't worthy of your love.

"this is all i came here for." he whispers as if he was letting you in on one of his secrets. he figures you deserved a little bit of his vulnerability in exchange for bypassing his selfish actions.

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queen-of-the-avengers · 2 months

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The Avengers: Final Part

Pairing: Loki x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

Thor escapes from Stark Tower and heads down to the streets where Steve, Nat, and Clint are. More Chitauri come to overtake them but he uses his lightning to kill them.

"What's the story upstairs?" Steve asks Thor.

You don't know what's going on down there but you can hear their conversation due to the earpieces everyone has in.

"The power surrounding the cube is impenetrable."

"Thor's right. We have to deal with these guys first," you say and shoot fireballs at the aliens you pass by.

"How do we do this?"

"As a team."

"I have unfinished business with Loki," Thor says.

"Yeah, get in line," Clint scoffs.

"Save it. Loki's gonna keep this fight focused on us and that's what we need. Without him, these things could run wild. We got Stark and Y/N up top, and they're gonna need us to--"

Steve suddenly stops talking because Bruce comes rolling in on a motorcycle he stole. You look down to see him come in all the while killing as many aliens as you can

"So, this all seems horrible," Bruce sighs.

"I've seen worse," Natasha says.

"Sorry."

"No. We could use a little worse."

"Stark? Y/N? We got Banner here."

"Tell him to suit up. I'm bringing the party to you."

With the Leviathan chasing after Tony, he makes a sharp turn and heads back down the street where Bruce is. If anyone can take out this huge monster without burning the entire Earth down, it's the Hulk.

"I... I don't see how that's a party," Natasha sighs.

Tony swoops down the street with the Leviathan following closely behind. Bruce looks at the monster and begins walking toward it with determination.

"Dr. Banner. Now might be a really good time for you to get angry," Steve says.

"That's my secret, Cap," Bruce looks back at him, "I'm always angry."

Just as he turns to face the Leviathan, Bruce starts to swell, stretch, and harden to that of the Hulk. He transforms just in time to send a deadly punch to the Leviathan's snout. It does a 180 turn in the sky and its armor starts falling off. Tony extends his arm and shoots a rocket at a soft spot to blow it up, and the Avengers down below take cover to avoid the falling debris. You fly down to join the others but hover in the air just like what Tony is doing as the others crowd around each other for the fight you all know is coming.

From the portal, two more Leviathans come swimming out while hundreds more soldiers fly through.

"Call it, Cap," Tony says.

"Alright, listen up. Until we can close that portal up there, we're gonna use containment. Barton, I want you on that roof with eyes on everything." Steve points to a nearby building. "Call out patterns and strays. Stark, you got the perimeter. Anything that gets more than three blocks out, you turn it back or you turn it to ash."

"Wanna give me a lift?" Clint asks Tony.

"Right. Better clench up, Legolas."

Tony grabs Clint and lifts him to the top of the building.

"Thor, you've gotta try and bottleneck that portal. Slow them down. You've got the lightning. Light the bastards up. Y/N, go with him. Work that water power."

You and Thor fly over to the Empire State Building which is near where the portal is. He is going to use that as a beacon for the lighting he summons. You stay floating in midair as you conjure as much water as you can without it being dangerous to the city below. Thor raises his hammer to the sky as storm clouds roll in. Lightning strikes his hammer and lights the top of the Empire State Building with electricity.

"Now!" you yell.

Just as Thor directs a strong line of lightning at the portal, you shoot the water over to it. The aliens flying out of it get sucked into the large pool of water just as the lightning strikes it. A Leviathan is trying to fly out of the portal but gets caught in the electricity. Everyone that is inside your pool gets electrocuted to death while the others out of it get struck by the lightning.

Thor can handle the rest so you evaporate the water before flying off to help your team down below.

"Captain, none of this is gonna mean a damn thing if we don't close that portal," Natasha pants.

"Our biggest guns couldn't touch it."

"Well, maybe it's not about guns."

She gestures to the flying chariots that the Chitauri is using. If she can control one of those, then she might have some leverage on the Tesseract.

"If you wanna get up there, you're gonna need a ride."

"Nat, on your six. Heads up."

Natasha looks up to see you flying her way and you swoop down to pick her off the street. You fly higher to one of the chariots and drop her before taking a hard turn and flying away. She sticks two knives into the rider's nervous system to control the chariot.

Thor and the Hulk are on top of a Leviathan fighting Chitauri soldiers so you fly down underneath the belly of the monster. Your entire body goes up in flames so you can take it down from the underside. You touch a soft spot and fly opposite of it so you can slide a line of fire down the belly. It roars in pain and crashes into Grand Central Station.

Thor and Hulk stand in silence for a second before Hulk punches Thor so he goes flying into the side of the train station.

"Hey, big guy, he's on our side. Come on," you sigh.

Hulk grumbles and you shake your head.

"Captain, the bank on 42nd past Madison caught a lot of civilians there."

"I'm on it. I'm closer," you state and fly into the air.

You head over to the bank crawling with Chitauri with guns and humans are cowering in the middle of the bank in fear that they will die. Well, not on your watch. The aliens turn to you when you land inside and point their guns at you. You use your air powers and lift every single one of them in the air and you blast them away into the city below. One of the aliens was hidden behind some desks that are piled up across the room so he was affected by your powers. He aims his gun at you and shoots, and you go flying back into the cement column inside the bank. It doesn't kill you but it does hurt like Hell. Everyone looks at you to make sure you're okay and you give them a small smile to ease their concerns.

"Everyone, go out the back room. Get out of the streets and down below. Quickly!"

You get up and fly back over to the Chitauri with fire in your hands. You shoot two balls of fire at it before flying back outside to help your teammates with the fight. The people inside the bank are going to be okay and you've taken care of the aliens threatening them. The first responders help the civilians out of the bank and to one of the nearby subway tunnels. You hover in midair and look at the destroyed city around you. How the hell did this happen?

Suddenly, a loud BOOM comes from Stark Tower, and you see Loki crash through the same window he threw Tony out of. Seconds later, you see an angry green mass enter through the same window. Shit. You quickly fly toward the tower to see Loki and Hulk in each other's faces.

"ENOUGH! ALL OF YOU ARE BENEATH ME! I AM A GOD, YOU DULL CREATURE AND I WILL NOT BE BULLIED BY--"

Hulk doesn't let Loki finish his sentence because he grabs Loki by the legs and smashes him into the floor multiple times. If Loki was human, he would be dead for sure. Instead, Loki is banged up and weak since Hulk is a lot stronger than him physically. The floor caves in under Loki, and Hulk walks away with an angry look on his face.

"Puny God."

Hulk passes by you and jumps out the window to continue fighting the Chitauri. You land on the floor and walk over to Loki who can't seem to move because he's in so much pain. You kneel next to him and move his hair away from his eyes. He looks into yours with confusion, hurt, betrayal, and something that calls out to you.

"You're not this man, Loki. You would be so much happier if you'd just let this go. Thor might be King of Asgard one day but that doesn't make you less than him. If only you can see what I see," you whisper.

You get up to join the fight again when you hear Fury's voice come over the earpiece.

"Stark, you hear me? We have a missile headed straight for the city."

"How long?"

"Three minutes, at best. Stay low and wipe out the missile."

"Tony, you need me to help?" you ask and fly out of the building.

"No, your powers would blow it up, and I don't think water would disable it. I got a plan."

You look at the balcony and see Loki's scepter and look up to see Natasha on the roof staring at it. You grab it and fly it up to her. When Erik was blasted back by the power of the Tesseract, he hit his head just right and was able to snap out of whatever Loki did to him. He is now back in "scientist mode" and is working hard to try and shut the portal down. Natasha takes the scepter and places the tip on the forcefield around the Tesseract. When she pushes, the tip pushes past the barrier and closer to the Tesseract.

"I can close it! Can anybody hear me? I can shut the portal down!" she yells.

"Do it!" Steve yells back.

"No, wait!" Tony interrupts.

"Stark, these things are still coming!"

"I got a nuke coming in and it's gonna blow in less than a minute. I know just where to put it."

You look back and see the missile Fury was talking about. The council must have done this. Fury would not have let something like this happen. Tony grabs the missile and veers it off course by pushing up so that instead of heading to the city, he's headed straight for the portal.

"Stark, you know that's a one-way trip, right?" Steve asks.

Tony doesn't answer because he knows it. You start to fly up to help Tony when Natasha grabs your hand to prevent you from doing so.

"We can't lose two people."

"We're not losing Tony. He's gonna make it out."

When Tony passes through the portal, he is shocked at seeing the Chitauri mother ship. His suit can't handle the stress of being in space so it starts to freeze. Tony doesn't have access to Jarvis which means he doesn't have access to his oxygen filtration system. He is using what he has left in the suit but if he continues to be there, he will die.

"Come on, Tony," you whisper.

The Mother ship explodes in contact with the missile, and all of the aliens on Earth begin to die off. It's like the mother ship was their power source and without it, they can't live. The Chitauri convulse before dropping to the ground like flies. The aftershock of the explosion creeps toward the portal. If Natasha doesn't close it, then Earth will feel the effects of a nuke going off.

"Close it," Steve says.

Without hesitating, Natasha shoves the scepter into the Tesseract and quickly pulls it out, causing the entire system to shut down. The portal shuts off as it gets smaller and smaller. You're looking around for Tony and spot him falling back down to Earth. He passes through the portal seconds before it closes, and you smile at the thought of not losing your friend. However, Tony doesn't fly off. Instead, he keeps freefalling down to Earth. He will die if he hits the ground.

"He's not slowing down," Thor exclaims.

"I got it!"

You take off flying toward Tony and slam your body into his to slow him down. You grab Tony'sarm and pull him into you so that you're controlling the speed in which he falls. You gently bring him back down to where Steve, Thor, and Hulk are. You rip off his mask so you can see his face, and you check his pulse by placing two fingers on the side of his neck.

"Come on, Tony. Wake up."

Hulk yells in Fury and that's enough to startle Tony awake. He gasps and looks around frantically. You sigh in relief and sit back on your heels.

"What the hell? What just happened? Please tell me nobody kissed me."

"We won," Steve chuckles.

"Alright. Hey. Alright. Good job, guys. Let's just not come in tomorrow. Let's just take a day. Have you ever tried shawarma? There's a shawarma joint about two blocks from here. I don't know what it is but I wanna try it."

"We're not finished yet."

You look up at Stark Tower when you hear Thor's voice and think of Loki who is still probably on the ground after the beating he got from Hulk.

"Okay, then shawarma after," Tony groans.

"Come on, get up."

You help Tony to his feet and the three men head up to the penthouse, Natasha makes her way down from the roof, and you fly over to Clint to bring him through the busted window. Loki is just now getting enough strength to sit up, and he sighs when he sees all seven Avengers staring at him with angry looks. Well, six of them are. You're sad for him at what he's become. This wasn't his choice. You refuse to believe it.

"If it's all the same to you. I'll have that drink," he chuckles.

As soon as SHIELD heard that it was safe to come down to the city and start the clean-up process, they took the scepter so that it was in their possession for testing. The Tesseract will remain with Thor and Loki because that is their only way of getting back to Asgard since the rainbow bridge is still gone.

It's going to take a long time to rebuild the city into what it was before, but you're not going to be here to see it. If the Tesseract is going with Thor and Loki, you have to go with it. It still holds so many answers to all of your questions. If you can study it, you'll be able to learn more about it and who you are. Plus, you have unfinished business with Loki.

Thor has placed Loki in handcuffs with a muzzle over his mouth. He will be facing Asgardian punishment which is fine with the other Avengers. The Tesseract is inside a glass tube with two handles on either side of it. Thor has one side in his hand while Loki has the other.

"Are you sure you want to leave?" Steve asks you. "I just got you back."

"I know. Trust me, I would stay here with you if I could. I have to know more about who I am, and the Tesseract will give me that."

"Is that the only reason?"

You look back at Loki who hasn't taken his eyes off you. You turn back to Steve with tears in your eyes.

"I have to go with him."

"He's no good for you, Y/N."

"I believe differently. I'll be back here as soon as I can. Thank you for understanding."

You walk to the brothers and place one hand on Thor's shoulder and one on Loki's. Thor uses the power of the Tesseract to beam all three of you back to Asgard. Heimdall saw everything that happened on Earth, so when you arrive on the remaining rainbow bridge, a plethora of guards are standing there waiting for Loki.

Being back here brings more memories to light, memories you never knew you had. Going down memory lane is going to hurt but is necessary if you're going to help Loki and figure out who you are as a person.

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ghoulisheous · 2 years

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A Little Vicious Snippet #3

#1 X #2 X, HERE, #4 X

Summary: Vlad sabotages the portal. And Danny's life sucks. So much. Fic starts pre-portal accident, but this scene happens after. Will probably end up being a crossover.

The goal for this one was to make it as dramatic as I've been imagining it to be in my shower. But the second I started writing it down it was like everything started slipping through my fingers. So, don't know how well I did with that.

Also if anyone noticed there still isn't even a hint of the crossover aspect in any of these snippets, it's because batman intimidates me.

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Danny marches through the hallways with a scowl on his face. He can't believe it got to this point.

"Danny! Wait up!"

Danny scowls further.

"Just take it slow okay? She'll come around, she's just a little sensitive right now–"

He stops in his tracks, fists clenched up as tight as he can make them.

"A little sensitive?" Danny breathes harshly through his nose.

"We're talking about Sam, right? She's tough. She always is. She doesn't do. Sensitive."

Tucker's brows were drawn down deep over his eyes. He looked unsure and there was a tired look in his eye.

Tough. Danny was tired. He's been so tired the past month since–

He clenches his jaw.

"Look, Danny. I'm not saying she's not tough. She is. It's just that she took it pretty hard."

"She took it hard? Look at me, Tucker! I took it hard!" Danny yells loud enough that for a moment it occurs to him that he should worry about the Mansons kicking them out. They didn't want to let him in, in the first place.

Tucker's shoulders rise up to his ears at the tone, face as sullen as Danny had ever seen it. And in the next second Danny feels the sharp pain in his shoulder and the right side of his rib.

He must have jerked his arms. It was a habit for him. He could be expressive when he was excited.

But, Danny winces, not the best idea right now. Fast movements hurt. And he was so tired of the hurt.

He carefully lowers his right arm back to his side. He has a second to catch the look in Tucker's eye before he swings his head to look at the baseboards with a sudden interest.

"Are you done now? Got that off your chest?"

Danny huffs air into his cheeks, but nods, quiet for probably the first time since the two left school. Without Sam.

"Good." Tucker nods with an exaggerated expression, then folds his arms, "I know how hard this has been on you, dammit! I've been with you the whole time! Who do you think has been holding your hair back when you hurl up oogie boogie's radioactive snot?"

He drags his cap off his head and swipes a hand over his hair as his shoulders fall back.

Danny's face burns. He can feel it. He knows he's been a grumpy bastard. But did Tucker really have to put it like that?

He almost scuffs his shoe, but holds still.

"But this has been hard on all of us. And even harder to watch you go through it. We care about you. And Sam does too, you know that."

"It doesn't feel like it," Danny whispers, not sure why it felt like a secret. But it did.

He saw her exactly once in the hospital, the day he woke up. And he hasn't heard from her since. Complete radio silence.

It's been weeks.

Tucker slings a careful arm over his good shoulder, hovering over the bad one. Always hesitant with every move.

"She took it hard, Danny. Really hard. If she hasn't exactly been around–"

"You know she hasn't–"

"–Then that's why."

"That doesn't make any sense! Why can't she just talk to me?"

Was it the portal? She was excited before, but did it just freak her out now? Did Danny freak her out now? For as long as he's been at Casper high, and Raven's Peak Middle School before. He knows he's freaked people out. It's like he had a tattoo on his face and he was the only one who couldn't see it. Unsettling, freaky Fenton.

Danny's tempted to throw Tucker's arm off. He wants to yell, feeling nothing but an angry ball of heat in his chest.

He just shrunk closer into himself instead. Like he could manually hold it in just like that. He'd pushed plenty of boundaries with Tucker since the accident. He knows he has. He's been insufferable and irritable. He's pushed boundaries with everyone. He knew he wasn't being fair. That was the worst part.

He felt like his parents were closer than they've ever been to actually reaching their breaking point with him. He wondered what that would look like.

Maybe they'd send him to military school.

"Danny," Tucker pulled his arm away so he could lean around Danny and catch his eye without jostling the bandages.

Danny stilled at the tone. Suddenly unsure if he was ready to hear why.

"It was her idea."

And that heat turned to ice at the realization. The bitterly cold kind that almost feels like it burns too. Same, but different in every way that matters.

It was her idea. But that didn't mean– She didn't actually think–

It was Danny's fault. Everything is always Danny's fault. He's not good with people. He never knows what he's supposed to do. He's always making the wrong choices. He's just dumb like that. But this time his stupidity almost came with a body count.

Sam didn't actually–

He can't even begin to imagine what his expression looks like, because by the time he can drag his eyes back up to look at Tucker. He's looking away, gnawing on his lip.

"Come on, Danny.. Dude, let's just, go get some ice cream. If we bully Jazz long enough, maybe we can even get her to buy it for us."

"Maybe out of pity," Danny barely forces out. He couldn't even attempt a smile right now.

And Tucker's not a whole lot better, based on the grimace plastered on his face.

"But no," Danny straightens his shoulders, wanting to crane his neck back toward the ground.

"I have to talk to her."

Tucker sighs for what felt like the millionth time. Danny feels a little guilty at that, he knows they're both tired. But he has to fix this.

"I really don't think that's a good idea."

"What if I don't and things just stay like this forever? She's avoiding me! I'd bet every penny I have that she's trying to switch at least some of her classes around so she won't have to be in the same room as me."

Tucker rubs his arm, but stays quiet this time. He doesn't rise to the bait and ask "how many pennies is that exactly?" Not like he would have a month ago.

Danny stays quiet too.

He doesn't know how to fix this. He doesn't know if talking to her at all, let alone about the accident would just mess things up even worse. He knew she was upset over it. But Tucker came around so fast. He often came straight from school to see him and even slept over a couple of weekends. As many weekends as he was allowed. He didn't know–He didn't think–

It was Danny's fault. She knows that. Everyone does.

He doesn't know what to do. He doesn't think Tucker does either.

But he can't just avoid her like that. Like she's been avoiding him. He feels gutted at the thought. It feels like he'd just be sitting on his hands, in his room, waiting for the world to turn around him.

He doesn't want to do that. He wants to see her. Did she think he was mad at her? Why? Danny can't wrap his head around that.

"If you're… sure?"

He wasn't.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

He lied.

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When they turn the corner to see Sam's bedroom door, their pace slows to a crawl. A few of the hall lights flicker as they pass, only walking slower and slower the closer they got to the door.

Danny stares at it.

Tucker does too.

"So.." Danny shows his teeth, he's not sure if it looks like a smile.

"You gonna knock?"

"This was your idea," Tucker whispers back, "We could still go get ice cream, if you want."

"Coward," Danny scowls, glaring at the door.

"Takes one to know one."

"Tucker."

There's a knock on the door. Danny jumps even though he saw it coming. Tucker gets a funny look on his face, despite it all. His hand is still in the air.

What a perfect moment to suddenly decide to have regrets.

He feels like running, he peaks around the other boy.

"What."

They both freeze at the voice and stare at the unmoving door.

Danny swings around to look at Tucker and mouths at him hurriedly, he's not even sure what he was going for. He's just desperately hoping whatever it was, Tucker can translate.

They're being quiet for too long. She's going to suspect.

But Tucker's just standing there, looking at him with wide eyes. He'd elbow the teen if his elbow wasn't sore on that side. He throws an arm toward the door to get his point across. She isn't going to open it for Danny.

His hand hits the door.

"I said, what."

Forget the portal, this is gonna be the death of him. Standing in front of his best friend's door, panicking like a serial killer is behind it instead. He just wants to go home. Make this another day's problem.

"I-It's me! Sam.. uh, is it okay if I come in?"

Oh thank god.

The silence strains on the other side of the door. And for a second, it occurs to Danny that Sam might not want to see either of them. Tucker's been spending so much time at his house, after school let out. And today was his first day back. He doesn't actually know if Tucker and Sam have talked very much at all. Even just in passing.

He assumed they had. That would be the normal thing to do. If Danny had been out sick with a normal, average cold.

He shouldn't assume.

"Come in."

He's not sure if what he feels is a breath of relief or a punch in the gut. Is it possible for it to be both?

But he rushes for the doorknob anyway almost the second the words are out of her mouth.

Sam freezes when she sees him. Or at least he thinks she does. She's so still, but her posture looks natural, even if it's not as relaxed as it could be.

He wants to make a guess at her expression.. he thought he saw a flicker of something. But Sam has always had a good poker face. When she wants to. It used to make him jealous how she seemed to brush everything off so easily. Like she couldn't be shoved over. Like she took everything in stride.

Danny almost bites his lip, but forces himself to hold still. He's sure he just looks constipated.

That expression, though. He knows that one pretty well. Tucker must have walked in beside him.

"Hey, Sam? How've you been?" Tucker gives a nervous laugh and that's almost enough to make Danny frustrated.

Things used to be so easy between them. What happened to that? When is everything just gonna be normal again?

Sam stares long and hard at them from where she lies on her bed, hardcover book in her hands. Her brows are drawn so far over her eyes, he wonders if it hurts to hold her face like that.

Danny wishes she would just say something already, he doesn't know where to start.

She turns back to her book.

"What are you doing here, Tucker?"

Danny's jaw drops open for a second, and Tucker is silent next to him.

Tucker?

Is she just going to pretend he isn't here? He saw her a few times throughout the day. And she hadn't said anything to him. But is she really gonna flat out ignore him when he's standing right in front of her?

Does she just expect him to walk out her door with his tail between his legs and out of her life the exact same way?

Tucker??

Danny's face burns, but this time it's for a different reason entirely. He wants to snatch that book out of her hands. He wants her to look at him.

"So, what, Sam? That's it? You're not going to talk to me, you're not even going to look at me? How's that going to work out for you now that I'm back in school?"

She actually looks surprised at him, her book half closed where it lays on her comforter.

"We've been friends since we were in middle school, but now you're done with me, huh? Just like that? One stupid mistake and you're dropping me faster than Paulina when Amber accidentally came to school wearing the same top."

She actually flinches at that and Danny almost stills his tongue. But he's so fucking angry. He doesn't want anything to change. He just wants to grab all the pieces of his life and squeeze them together until everything starts making sense again.

He's so tired.

"What happened was bad. I know I fucked up. But it's in the past now–Can you just look at me, Sam!" Danny's sure he dislodged something important in his throat cause that hurts now too. But he wants to keep going. Wants to keep screaming till the burn of tears in his eyes stops threatening to spill over. Till Sam looks up from her book again, and he can actually see past the shade her bangs draw over them.

He just wants his friends back. He wants to stop hurting. He wants his parents to stop treating him like he's a piece of glass that's gonna chuck itself out the window at the first opportunity, he wants to watch dumb You Tube videos with his best friends, he wants to go to school and isn't that a first. He wants everyone to stop looking at him like one strong breeze could take the breath out of his lungs, like he's a dead man walking, like he goddamn. Rose from the grave. He feels like he just wants to start screaming and never stop–

There's a sound like glaciers scraping over each other. It's a sound that puts his teeth on edge. And he's suddenly quieter than he thought he could be even a second before.

He hears Tucker yelp from behind him and thinks he hears Sam wheeze a breath of surprise.

He turns his head slowly, like the energy was zapped out of him. There's a pit in his stomach that says don't look–don't LOOK–

There's a mirror in the corner of Sam's room. It's taller than any of them, and wide enough for two people to squeeze in front of it. It's border has been painted over twice, but is now just a plain black, and it's had little paper bats glued to it since last Halloween.

And now the face of the mirror is splintered in dozens of cracks. A few large shards lurching out at awkward angles.

How..

When did?

He wants to look around, see Sam and Tucker's expressions. But he's almost scared to. Neither of them had moved. Had he?

He didn't. He wouldn't have thrown something. He didn't remember throwing anything. Did he break it? He didn't break it. There's nothing on the ground near it.

Sam rolls off her bed and rises up to her feet. Danny expects her to yell. Cuss. Throw him out. Smack his shoulder. Probably his good one.

What broke the mirror?

But she just stands there. Her hands are balled at her sides. And she's shivering in a way she shouldn't. She gives the mirror a second of her attention. Danny can see an almost bewildered look on her face and then it turns into a harsh glare like she could melt it back together, before facing Danny.

"Friends. Don't. Hurt each other," Sam grits out between her teeth, voice rough like she'd put those shards between her teeth. She has a stern look on her face, eyes to his side.

"It was stupid, Sa–" he can't even get his mouth to form the word. Like her name was stolen from his vocabulary. He shuts his eyes tight, "Sorry."

He wishes he had just stayed away. He just feels unsettled. Unnatural in a way he couldn't explain.

"It was my idea–" her voice cracks.

Sam can be as smart as a whip, but Danny has never heard her voice crack before. He felt the sting.

But, her idea… He doesn't look at Tucker.

He wants to keep his eyes shut and never open them again. But he does.

And looks directly into Sam's violet eyes, cloudy as a storm.

"It was my idea to go down there," she chokes out, voice loud and carrying.

"It was all my fault."

Her cheeks are wet. He notices belatedly.

He wants the rage back. He wants the nervous fiddly energy back. He doesn't want this.

"Friends. Don't. Hurt each other."

With that she breaks eye contact. And she suddenly seems as frozen as Danny does.

"I–You," Danny heaves a breath, beyond grateful that's all it was.

"I make my own choices, Sam."

She throws her head back to look at him and now she looks angry. Teeth gritting like she's about to spit fire at him.

But that's familiar. And he's speaking again before he even fully pieces together what he's going to say and how.

"You don't control what I do. You can make any suggestion you want to. I am completely, 100% capable of making my own choices," he says as he stands up straighter, glaring back at her with what he hopes is a fraction of her ferocity, "You can't make me do anything. Yeah, it was your idea and I'm not gonna say it wasn't a bad idea, but I didn't have to agree to it!

"My parents have been working on that portal for decades. That thing has been underneath my feet for years. And they finally finished it. If you think I wasn't affected by that, Sam," he huffs a sound that sounds halfway to tears and halfway exasperated, but all the way stressed, before he levels the firmest look he can at the girl in front of him,

"I was."

And now Sam looks like the speechless one. She sweeps a rough hand through her hair as she steps a few paces away from him. Turning her back to him before swinging around again, like she thinks yelling at him again, maybe louder, is gonna change his mind and prove her guilt.

Danny beats her to it, a little bit angry again but just desperate enough that he's not confident how his voice sounds.

"It's my parents' lab. In the basement of my house. I was the one with access to it. I had the code to get in," his voice cracks. And he's not sure which is trembling more, his voice or him.

"If I had said no, it would have put an end to the whole thing. You and Tucker would have never gotten in."

He's sure he looks like an idiot, standing there, shoulders back and chest out, like he's brave. But shaking like a leaf at the same time. He wants to think that's what the look on her face means. But no one can be that tone deaf.

"It was just, freaking, bad luck that I was the one that got hurt. It could have been any of us. it could have been all three of us."

And that makes Sam lurch forward, finally putting a voice through the mouth that had been hanging open, "But it wasn't us, it was you."

She clamps her eyes shut, and her voice is wet when she speaks again, "Every time I close my eyes, I just see you lying there, not breathing. No fucking pulse. And nothing I do is helping."

There's silence for a long moment. Danny's breath feels light in his chest as something clicks into place.

Tucker called an ambulance, but Sam did CPR. He couldn't remember if he woke up or not between arriving at the hospital and the next memory he has–It was morning. It was a whole week later. Jazz was clinging to his good arm so hard he thought she was seconds away from wrenching him out of bed to make sure he couldn't go back to sleep. The look on her face was miserable.

"From what I was told. You may not have been able to wake me up, back in the lab," Danny gulped, pausing for a long moment, "But. But you kept me alive long enough for the paramedics to get there."

Sam wasn't looking at him any more. She wasn't saying anything either. She's sitting heavily on her mattress, looking like a puppet that just had its strings cut. He wants to rip his hair out. Nothing he says is working. He can feel the water in his eyes bubbling over, and the wetness on his cheeks. He throws a desperate look at Tucker, but the other boy looks just as helplessly back at him.

"As far as I'm concerned. You and Tucker are the reason I'm still here."

A creak sounds from the bed.

Sam's shoulders are heaving and she's gripping the dark comforter like it'll fly out from under her if she doesn't.

"Can we–" he wets his lips, and just breathes for a moment.

"Can we just admit that we both made some really stupid decisions, learned some lessons I don't think either of us are ever going to forget, and go back to being normal stupid teenagers?"

Danny touches her shoulder so lightly, half worried she'll spring up and be out the door before he even has time to regret it.

And she does stand.

Slowly. She's still not looking at him. But she brings her arms up and–

There's a warmth around his neck. Light. Gentle. So gentle, like he could break. Just like everyone else. Danny wants to be frustrated.

But it's there.

And it's familiar.

"Finally!" Tucker says shakily, as he comes up behind Sam to complete the picture.

"Now.. does anyone wanna explain what the fuck is wrong with your mirror?"

#danny phantom #danny fenton #tucker foley #sam manson #ghouly tag #a Iittle vicious

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saltygilmores · 2 years

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THOUGHTS WHILE WATCHING GILMORE GIRLS: SEASON 1/EPISODE 14/That Damn Donna Reed

This episode, for its mixed bag of awful and delightful events, did give us this iconic exhange. Lorelai: "Did you come bearing pizza?" Dean: "I'm not an idiot."

Round of applause for Dean Forrester, everybody! We all know Jess was the only one of Rory's boyfriends who ever gave Lorelai attitude! If Dean Forrester were a food, what would he be?

He would be a salad consisting of nothing but a pile of iceberg lettuce, no dressing, no additional vegetables, and no toppings.

Let's all glare at Dean this way at the same time, with our powers combined maybe he'll just, like, dissolve. Luke has had to put up with Taylor, Kirk, and Lorelai day in and day out for years, not to mention Jess, and somehow he's never killed anyone. That we know of. There must be an award we can give him for that. The Many Pained Faces Of Luke Danes:

We also get Lorelai's iconic "Grab your brush and grab your rollers" song in this episode so at least there's that.

This episode is the debut of the Town Troubador. Oh fiddle dee dee gee whillikers, I nearly forgot, among his other stellar qualities Dean also has such enlightened views about women. Shut the fuck up Dean Forrester. Shut the fuck up. SHUT UP. Dean: "Please tell me how we got into an argument about the Donna Reed show?" *rewinds tape* Episode 14, 10:24, Dean Forrester, and I quote: "Thursday's always busy. A lot of "oppressed housewives" are out shopping for their husband's dinner." Rory: "It's not just cooking for her husband, the whole concept of a woman's main point in life being to serve someone else is ridiculous." Dean Garbage Face: "Well, maybe there are two points of view here."

Dean would grow up to be one of those internet trolls who posts horrible sexist shit on Facebook and says "lighten up, it's just a joke, there are two points of view here" when he sees there are 146 angry replies from women. Rory: It was a pretty weird joke to hear coming out of your mouth. Is it really? He's just starting to show his true colors.

Oh man, that car was SO close to mowing him down and splattering him on the pavement. God damn it. Just another few feet. Dean Garbage Face: You just feel that way because your mother feels that way. Rory: So I have no opinions of my own? Then I guess I'll be just the kind of girl you like. Dean Garbage Face: Siiigh *rolls eyes* I didn't mean that. Shut up, shut up, shut up, I hate you so much. You are the worst character in the history of television. I hope a display of watermelons falls on you at Doose's and flattens you. "My mom used to make dinner for my dad every day before she started working. Now she even does it on the weekends. What does it say about her?" That your poor mother surely regrets the broken condom accident that is speaking right now. Lorelai: You know what the remedy for a long day is? A ringside seat while Luke envisions strangling me with his baseball cap. Kinky.

YES! YESSsss. IT'S THE THE DEBUT OF THE TOMATOS SIGN!!!!!! The correct spelling is "tomatoes". That board with the glaring spelling error does not change for several seasons (the sign is mostly hidden in s4, I can't remember s5, and it's been replaced with a new board by s6) I am OBSESSED with TOMATOS SIGN. I will make note of its presence many, many times in the future. It's my favorite side character. Just chilling back there for five seasons not really causing any fuss or drama.

Luke Danes and his secret shames. He can't spell and he serves Folgers.

"We're here to tell you that "tomatoes" is spelled incorrectly."

Apricot!!!!! Ooh, I'm so excited for L&L's painting party. The sexual tension is just delicious. Thought they'd end up fucking behind the counter.

#Edging #Dillhoffer

Yessssss.

Yesss. #Hammer #Screw #Driver #Head

No, no, please. #SPRUCEIT *long, sexually tense silence as they stare into each other's eyes*

Sexual tension is so much hotter to witness than people actually having sex. Period. On the flip side, it's also incredibly frustrating. L&L: *adjusts shirts as they both stand up from the floor* *both short of breath* "uh,I should go." "Uh. So. It's uh, gonna be great." "Yeah I'm sure it is." "See ya." DAMN IT.

Well, that was the worst Almost Had Sex On The Floor Behind The Counter At A Diner porno I've ever seen.

Hehehehe. #GetInThere Dean calling Rory: "I didn't know if you still wanted me to come over. I'm right outside." Sounding like a god damn serial killer and not the sexy kind.

Bleh. Any time Rory wears a costume, it feels sooo weird and cringy. My friend said, where did she find that dress on such short notice? And not to mention, matching shoes? Who has orange heels laying around? This is a very good question. This entire scene as a whole is so fucking embarrassing. Ugh, I will try to suffer through it. Again. This nonsense isn't actually Dean's fault (NOT to forgive him for his earlier comments, and I'm NOT pulling the Dean Card), because it was entirely Rory, who maybe bumped her head or something and went a little off the deep end with this mindbogglingly stupid idea.

Three words for you Rory: Poison his food. It doesn't have to kill him. Maybe just a laxative or something. Why won't you listen to me, Rory?

This show is interesting, because as someone who was the same age as Rory when this show was airing, there was no way any of us knew or cared who Donna Reed was, while other teen shows at the time were trying to be cool and use modern pop culture references. Not that they don't have any modern references at all in this show, it's something of a mix, I guess. But focusing an entire episode around an old show from the 50's is interesting.

No, you're just a sexist prick. Go fall in some quicksand. Luke and Lorelai finding Rory wearing this ridiculous dress is SO embarrassing. Lorelai: "You're 16 and you have the whole house to yourself for the evening, I expect you're going to have your boyfriend over." Yeah, it's okay when it's Dean, but when Jess was merely going to PICK RORY UP IN HIS CAR TO TAKE HER TO HER GRANDMOTHER'S HOUSE, IT WAS THE FOCUS OF AN ENTIRE EPISODE OF LORELAI FRETTING AND TRYING TO PREVENT JESS FROM COMING INTO THE HOUSE WHERE HE WOULD SURELY BANG HER DAUGHTER iMMEDIATELY UPON SETTING FOOT INSIDE. We haven't gotten to the "It's okay for teenagers to kiss in the dark" line either. Fuck. What is that loud grinding sound? Oh, that's just me gritting my teeth over Lorelai's Dean/Jess Hypocrisy. Carry on...

That's what I said! (about Rory's idea).

Props again to whoever designed the food on this show. It looks amazing as always. How could this episode get worse? Oh no...oh no..oh no no no.... I thought we had more time.

The rest of season 1 I will have to suffer through both Dean and Crustypher. Damn it all to hell.

Rory: This is great! What are you doing here? Crustypher: I came here to see you! *picks her up in a big hug*

Rory and Jess' reactions to encountering their no good deadbeat fathers are...different. The Good: Apricot (a feline icon). Stella (bird icon). Luke's iconic moods. Iconic scene of L&L's sexual tension in the diner. Iconic Tomatos sign. Iconic "it's a religion" exchange. Iconic painting song. The Bad: Dean's "enlightened" views on women. The first appearance of Crustypher. Rory serving Dean. Lorelai's infuriating Dean/Jess hypocrisy. The Meh: Dean eats a salad that matches his personality. Rory wearing a costume is embarrassing. The New: The Town Troubador. L&L's sexual tension. Tomatos sign. Crustypher. The Confusing: Where did Rory find that ridiculous Donna Reed dress in the span of one evening?

#gilmore girls #rory gilmore #lorelai gilmore #luke danes #Denise Rewatches Gilmore Girls #Gilmore Girls Season 1 #That Damn Donna Reed #Anti Dean Forrester #Dean Forrester Should Be Consumed By Man Eating Wasps #Dean Forrester should be sacrificed to a volcano #Jess Mariano #my heart was shattering for my fictional baby rewatching that last scene

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Todays rip: 02/07/2023

Angry Joe's Theme

Season 2 No Album Release (Read more) Angry Joe's Theme - Angry Video Game Nerd Adventures

Ripped by Sonicheroesfan1

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Part of Voiceless Week!

Throughout this week, I've covered voiceless' legacy on the channel across six different rips featuring it in some capacity. That's all well and good - but there's always been another side to the battle that I've ignored until now. Voiceless as a theme underscored a duel wherin Smol Nozomi reigned victorious, yet...is her opponent not equally as important?

That's right - to close off the week, I'm going to be talking about Angry Joe.

To most, he's a YouTuber of the old Nostalgia Critic-era YouTube, a guy who yells and screams about video games. But in his reinterpretation in the SiIvaGunner lore? He's simultaneously one of the funniest and most fascinating characters in the lore, being the channel's first official villain and at some point its main antagonist. During Season 1, in the midst of the channel's normal activity, he was sort of played up as a parasite on the channel, a constant thorn in SiIva's side. For instance, on April 1st the album GiIvaSunner's Highest Quality Video Game Rips Volume 2 was released on April 1st, only it contained no actual rips and was instead exclusively filled with various Angry Joe shitposts (Okay, it contained ONE rip, Grand Dad Metropolis, 244 times over). Then six days later, when the original channel was terminated three months into 2016 (this is when it changed from GiivaSunner to SiivaGunner), the in-universe explanation became that Angry Joe terminated it out of jealousy, perhaps due to the negative reception to Volume 2.

Thing is, the video uploaded to showcase this event supposedly showed Angry Joe dying alongside SiIva. And so he disappeared from the channel, yet...he kept popping up in secret, as bonus images in albums, in an imgur link hidden in a rip's description, during the Reboot ARG, or suddenly on the cover of GilvaSunner's Highest Quality Video Game Rips: Volume FOUR HOURS!. He simply wouldn't go away, yet made his presence relatively unknown to those not digging deep into the lore.

All of this to say, when his duel with Nozomi finally commenced in Episode 8 of the Christmas Comeback Crisis, with over a year's worth of buildup - that shit felt GOOD. His intentions were laid bare in the more dialogue-heavy format of the CCC, and we finally got to see this pest taken care of by our new band of protagonists in the story, underscored with a beautiful theme that I've now spent a week celebrating.

Then, three hours after his defeat, this rip was uploaded. A medley of various themes built on the 8-bit theme Joe himself used as his YouTube intro theme, it really felt to me like a sort of sendoff to the character. The entire song is set into high gear right from the start, by carrying the theme of You Say Run from My Hero Academia throughout it. With the addition of themes such as GO MY WAY, Snow Halation, P-R-O-G-R-A-M, and various Hiroyuki Sawano songs, the song ebbs in and out of a sort of emotional underscore, as if his original theme is being overridden by the musical direction of the CCC - signifying his defeat. Capping the entire song off with ten seconds of Voiceless just seals the deal entirely - this is absolutely worthy of being the theme of Angry Joe's defeat, despite not being heard in the actual episode itself.

Unlike the last time I featured a song without an album release, I decided to give this track its rip name in the title. Because truly - what better description could you get than something so simple: This is Angry Joe's Theme. Stellar work, SHF1. (Now put it in an album!!)

#todays siivagunner #voiceless week #season 2 #siivagunner #siiva #Sonicheroesfan1 #tentative rip name #angry joe #nostalgia critic #christmas comeback crisis #hiroyuki sawano #my hero academia

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“There’s people outside who look like they want your head on a platter.” “Aww jealous?”

May I please have some riddlejokes 🙏

I will take any verse given

"There're people outside who look like they want your head on a platter."

"Aw, jealous?"

Jokes had to bite down on his tongue to keep the laughter from spilling out (unsuccessfully)(he could tell, because the little guy looked absolutely hilarious, all frowny and red-faced)(like a tomato left out in the sun too long)(that had also gotten a frowny face drawn on it in sharpie).

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Eddie yelled at him, flailing his arms like he was trying to look all big (definitely didn't work, the guy was, what, five foot? Harley-sized, anyway). "I thought you had a fucking plan! There was a reason you asked for my damn help, wasn't there?!"

"Of course there was!" Jokes cackled, unable to hold it back with his mouth open, even if it made Eddie get even redder. "Needed someone little to fit in the box! Couldn't find Harley, still had your number, problem solved!"

"To fit in the- Fuck you!" Eddie snapped, flinging his dumb little hat to the floor, where the poor thing got a big dent. (HA! Like Harvey Dent?! Oh, that was a good one, he should remember that for later)(Didn't know how he'd get the guy somewhere he could fling him but it'd still be a good joke if he could pull it off)(and wasn't that half the fun, anyway?) "I can't believe- If you didn't already have a fucking plan, isn't that more reason to actually use my damned help?!"

Oh, yeah! Eddie was a Plans Guy! A Brainiac! A Thinky Geeky! A regular ol' Smarty Farty! He did the puzzle thing, with the tricks and the traps and the clues- wait. Didn't his plans always fuck up? Because of the clue thing?

"Sorry, Eddie. You've just got no comedic timing," Jokes taunted, another burst of laughter spilling out of him at Eddie's angry little face.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! You'd rather be trapped in a fucking standoff with the goddamn GCPD inside a baseball cap warehouse- the worst place for improvised weapons I've ever been trapped in, by the way- than let me lend a hand because- and I quote- I don't have comedic timing?!"

"Uhh, yeah," Jokes confirmed, not entirely sure why he needed to. Pranking the cops by having Eddie pop out of a hat box and then getting trapped in what was essentially a giant hat box- how was he missing the obvious humor in this?

"Fine. Okay. Fine. I can fix this. I'm good at fixing- Stay here. I'm going to get us out of this," Eddie ordered (looking SO silly)(all pompous and tiny)(like a little girl playing princess)(if that little girl was wearing the ugliest suit on earth and was also a gay adult man)(the pose and expression were exactly the same, though).

Eddie ran off, disappearing around the shelves of hats and boxes, further into the warehouse. Jokes wondered when Eddie would figure out the place was used by their good pal Hatter, and not only had a weapon stockpile on hand but several extra exits. He hoped it wouldn't be too long, because then the punchline would get ruined. Timing is everything in comedy, after all. Damn, Jokes should have dragged the clock guy into this one. He'd probably be better at this than Eddie-

"Wait a fucking second-" Eddie's voice drifted across the aisles. Jokes sauntered over, ready to appear over his shoulder just at the right moment. "Is this Jervis's fucking- FUCK!" Eddie screeched, startled by Jokes' sudden appearance (HA! Perfect timing! What was he just saying- well, thinking, really. Whatever).

"Hey, look, you found the door. Ain't there a riddle about that?"

Eddie rolled his eyes, even though Jokes had tried throwing him a bone, and stomped his way over to the secret tunnel. "Where does this lead?"

Ugh. So slow. Jokes slapped his ass as he passed, ducking into the passage himself. If Eddie was going to be a pussy-cat about it, he could play with the piggies out front. "Only one way to find out!"

"H-hey! Wait for me!" Eddie whined, hurrying after him.

Good. Jokes had hoped he'd come along. He'd probably need a human shield when ol' Batsy caught up. "Anything for you, buddy," he crooned, and shut the door behind them.

#only for you bestie 💖#riddlejokes #dc: joker #riddler #edward nygma

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