#and we all know how bruce needs to relax lol

[bruces-midlife-crisis]

whenever bruce is working on a case or something for WE he'll use clark's hands as a stress toy

bruce can squeeze clark's fingers with all his strength and never have to worry about them breaking

he taps and presses his fingers on the calloused pads

he plays with clark's fingers, weaving his own through the gaps, which helps him think

he sometimes slams his fist down on clark's palm out of frustration (he apologizes immediately after)

and, most importantly, whenever clark has to leave, whether it be to save the world or finish his article, bruce gives his hand one final loving squeeze before sending him off

[pascalsummers]

You Are a Baker (Avengers x Male Reader)

A/N: This came into my mind while I was eating a Honey Bun lol. Enjoy!

BUCKY

Bucky didn't have a big reaction to it but he did think it was a nice hobby to have. He sometimes likes to watch you bake in the kitchen as he finds seeing you making stuff very calming in a way. Bucky usually offers to buy the ingredients but he usually leaves the actual baking to you unless you specifically ask for his help. When you bake things for him Bucky tells you that you didn't have to but he appreciates the gesture a lot. When you made a pastry in dedication to him he wrapped you in a tight hug and didn't leave your side for the rest of the day.

STEVE

When Steve heard that you were a baker he was impressed and asked you what got you into baking. When Steve isn't busy he likes to watch you bake in the kitchen if asked about it he says the sight of it warms his heart. Though he's not the best cook Steve does offer to help whether that's as complicated as making batter or as simple as cracking an egg or two. One night you walk Steve through baking something and while it turn out the best the smile on his face was worth it. Steve would be incredibly touched when you give him a pastry based on him, he almost doesn't want to eat it.

THOR

Thor was very excited when he heard that you were a baker and wanted to know all the desserts you knew how to make. Whenever you are baking in the kitchen Thor is not far behind. Thor does try to help you out in the kitchen but usually, he just ends up trying to eat whatever you end up making. This is such a common occurrence that you naturally make more than you intended. Thor will usually send you images of desserts he finds when he's exploring the city in the hopes you could make it. When you make him a pastry dedicated to him you will have completely won his heart.

TONY

He honestly didn't figure it out until you visited him while he was in the lab one day. He was pleasantly surprised when you told him you made them when he asked where bought these from. Whenever Tony asks FRIDAY where you he can always expect you to be in the kitchen working on something. Tony prefers to help out by buying you anything you need for the kitchen and leaves the baking to you. It wasn't exactly a surprise when you found some very pricy ingredients in your baking pantry. Tony will brag to the rest of the Avengers about his personally made pastry.

LOKI

Loki would make sure to store information for later but wouldn't give much of an outward reaction. Whenever you are baking in the kitchen Loki would usually be found close by reading a book. If asked why we would just tell you that he finds it to be nice background noise when he reads. He would usually leave the baking to you but if asked to help he might complain but he only does it to keep up appearances. Surprisingly Loki is actually pretty good at baking. When you present him with a pastry you made based on him he would be very flattered and would compliment your craftsmanship.

BRUCE

When you tell him that you bake Bruce is a little bit curious but just gives you a nod. Bruce sometimes likes to watch you bake something in the kitchen and will ask you some questions about what your baking but he will mostly stay quiet. If you ask him for some help with baking he will generally do it if he doesn't have anything important to do. Bruce makes sure to follow the recipe exactly as it is written. While he may not be the best he does find it relaxing. Bruce honestly doesn't know how to react when you present him with a pastry based on him but he does gain a permanent blush on his face for a while.

[iamcautiouslyoptimistic]

🦅Russell Adler Headcanons

{Author's Note} Since I'm literally obsessed with this man, I thought I'd post my headcanons for him. All of these are based off of his canon backstory and character with bits of my own speculation thrown in so nothing should be too out of left field here. I may end up posting more of my thoughts on him soon so we shall see. Hope y'all like it and I'd love to hear what you think, as well as any headcanons you guys might have! Tagging @littlemissclandestine for this since she's an Adler fan. Let me know if I did this man justice lol🤭

‼️Content Warning: swearing, suggestive themes‼️

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-Badass asshole

-Takes awhile for him to soften enough to really love someone

-Flirtatious jerk when he has a crush

-Shows he cares through small actions that can be hard to notice, as well as vague, rather backhanded compliments

-Shamelessly stares from behind those glasses of his

-Thinks it’s really cute when you wear his shades but would never admit it

-Stylish with heavy 70s influence

-Probably modeled for a male fashion magazine at some point LMAO

-Definitely knows how to dance

-Seems like the type to meme a bit on British people (specifically Park lol)

-Very sarcastic, sometimes to the point that you don’t realize he’s actually joking because he's always so monotone

-Secretly loves Belgian waffles (this is a reference to that one Bruce Thomas TikTok lol)

-Has a soft spot for the Beach Boys (I mean, look at that 🎶bushy, bushy blonde hairdo🎶 of his)

-Since so many people have asked and teased him about it (I see y'all in the fandom and I will not accept this slander lol) -> his hair isn’t fake, it’s actually pretty soft, very bouncy, he likes styling it

-Very particular about his appearance as it is one of the few things that he can truly control

-Prefers cats over dogs

-Can get obsessive about certain things and lose himself to them (i.e. his search for Perseus) -> Mason quote: “He spent so long searching for Perseus, he didn’t notice when he lost himself.”

-Still struggles with PTSD from his time in Vietnam, which, alongside his obsession with finding Perseus, is what led to his divorce

-Carries a lot of guilt and regret that he doesn’t like to acknowledge

-Started smoking to cope with the trauma of war, now has a nicotine addiction; when he’s really stressed, he chain smokes like a chimney

-Gets restless if he doesn’t have a cigarette

-Doesn’t sleep well and when he does, he usually wakes up every few hours

-Scars - Shrapnel? Abuse? Torture? Animal attack? No one knows and he’ll never tell

-Kiss or trace those scars and he WILL melt

-Difficult for him to let his guard down

-Has a tendency to isolate himself -> Mason quote: "You were never alone, Adler. Only in your own stubborn head."

-Always wearing those damn glasses cuz STYLE but also to hide his eyes to remain as a sort of blank, emotionless slate to other people

-Absent parents who never showed him real love or support as he grew up so he struggles to do the same for others -> they were the reason he joined the army as soon as he turned 18

-When it comes to cuddling, he loves holding you against his chest and running his fingers along your arm, cheek, or through your hair; small but intimate actions like that are his favorite

-Doesn’t like to show emotions at all, even during more intimate moments; he needs some coaxing to relax in that way, which takes time

NSFW Below👇🏻 (it's really not too bad tho)

-Sit on his lap👀

-Will pin your wrists during the sexy times🫣

-EDGING & OVERSTIMULATION

-After his divorce, he's tended to view sex as more of a transaction where both parties are fulfilling needs for each other so he'd be selfish at first but as your relationship progresses, he'd become far more generous

[natashaslesbian]

Hi! How about Nat, Yelena and Wanda stumbling over a young teen while raiding a hydra base. They take her in and try to be the family she never had. Some small angst with fluff

We Can Try

Word Count: 1.9k

Parings: (WandaNat x Teen!Reader) (Yelena x Teen!Reader)

Warnings: Hydra and Red room mentions

A/N• this isn’t proofread as per usual lol (thank you for the request!

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You couldn’t move. The straps were so tight around your waist you felt as though all the air was being squished out of you. The needle was seconds away from your skin when the alarms began, everyone scrambled to investigate what was happening, leaving you stuck in the medical lab. You pushed and pulled with all your strength but the muscle relaxers were already kicking in. It was no use, the sirens were blaring and your ears began to ring.

Upstairs, the avengers were making their way through the base. Natasha and Wanda were far ahead, as Yelena held off the last few guards. Fury had recently received new intel that Hydra was operating in a near by underground base. It was rumoured that another version of the super soldier serum had been developed and was soon to be used on human experimentations. The raid was going well, Steve, Tony and Thor had managed to distract a large number of guards outside, allowing Natasha, Wanda, Yelena and Clint to make it inside. Bruce was waiting behind in the jet incase of a code green. Clint held off more guards from a distance as the girls made their way down to the lower floor.

Yelena sprinted to catch up to her sister and the witch, having taken down a group of guards/scientists. The three of them found the medbay and waited outside. “Wanda we clear?” Natasha said. The witch delved deep into her mind to listen out for any dangers “there’s someone in there” she said, Yelena clocked her gun ready for another fight. “No no” Wanda whispered “I think they’re….they’re afraid” she said, struggling to find the words ‘test subject’ the blonde lowered her gun but kept it close to her incase of an emergency. “Okay, approach with caution, they may have already been injected with the serum” Natasha said.

Yelena was the first to enter, Wanda held the doors open for her incase she needed to attack. The two were followed by Natasha, who stopped dead in her tracks when seeing you. The agents froze as they took in the sight. A young girl, no older than 15, thrashing weakly against restraints, tears landing in a large puddle. “Hey” Natasha gently said. You snapped your gaze towards the agents and immediately switched off your emotions. “It’s okay, we’re here to help” the widow said quietly, as not to startle you. Wanda cautiously approached you, holding up her hands to show that she wasn’t a threat. “Let’s get these off you, yeah?” She said.

Yelena stood guard by the doors as Wanda removed your restraints. “Can you sit up?” the witch asked. You tried your best but your body was too weak. “Wanda” Natasha said, getting her attention “Norflex” she said as she lifted up an empty needle, labelled with the muscle relaxing drug. You felt tears stinging your eyes as you struggled to hide your emotions, your vision was starting to blur and the drowsiness was creeping in. “Alright, I’m gonna carry you okay sweetheart?” Wanda asked. “N-no please” you mumbled “we’re not gonna hurt you” Natasha calmly spoke as she slowly approached “you’re safe now” she said. “M’kay” you stuttered.

Wanda carefully lifted you from the bed, cradling your shaky body in her arms. “You’re okay” the witch cooed. “Tired” you whispered “I know sweetheart, just keep your eyes open for us, just a little longer” Wanda said. The widows led the witch carefully back through the base and back up towards the quinjet. Yelena looked back to check on you, noticing your eyes fluttering closed “Nat” she said. “Crap” Natasha remarked “let’s just get her to Bruce” she said. Wanda picked up her pase as best she could and you carried you onto the jet where she gently placed you down onto the soft bed.

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It was Bruce who made the deduction to sedate you, he said it would be the safest way for him to be able to reverse any effects of the drugs you had been injected with. You were out for around 14 hours, allowing Dr Banner time to take some blood as well as treat your injuries. Wanda and Yelena took turns sitting with you and getting some sleep, Natasha on the other hand refused to leave your side.

In your first moment of conciseness, you figured it had all been a dream and when you opened your eyes you would see the same four grey cold walls. You felt the softness underneath you, it confused you. When Natasha noticed you were stirring, she instructed Yelena to find Wanda. Soon enough the three of them were at your bedside. “Sweetheart?” Wanda called. The lights nearly blinded you when you first tired to open your eyes, you screwed them tightly shut and furrowed your brows. “Y/n?” Natasha asked. You peeled your eyes open slowly to see the same three faces you had seen before you faded out.

“Hey sweetheart” Wanda said as she came a few steps closer, you tensed up slightly making the witch pause her movements. “You’re at the avengers tower” she said calmly. You looked down across your arm “ta-take it out” you mumbled when you saw the needle poking out from your hand. “It’s just medicine y/n, you’re a little malnourished and we need to get you better” Natasha said as she rose from her seat. “How do you know my name? What did you do to me?” You cried quietly as you tried to sit up. Wanda and Natasha silently cooed at you and helped you to relax slightly.

Yelena came to the foot of your bed “we just took some blood y/n, to make sure you were healthy. We ran your dna through our database just so we had some information about you” she said. “Nothing bad has happened to you I promise, I’ve been here the whole time” Natasha assured. “You’ve been asleep for a little while and our doctor took a look at some of your wounds” Wanda added. You slowly took in all of the information and asked many more questions that the girls were happy to answer. Bruce discharged you a few hours later and you took residence in a spare room next to Natasha and Wanda, you assumed that they were an item as they shared a room.

It was a lot to get used to, the plush bed and the light pouring through the window were so foreign. You sat silently in the corner of the room awaiting your next instructions. Yelena was the first to pay a visit, she brought you a delicious spread of fruit and chocolate. The widow attempted to get you to open up but you remained silent for most of the conversation. About an hour later, Nat and Wanda came to join you. You where unsure of the company at first but soon the four of you settled into a comfortable silence. “What happens to me now?” You asked, breaking the silence. The three girls stared blankly at you, “where are you going to send me?” You said. “Sweetheart” Wanda began “no one’s going to send you anywhere, this is your home now” she said. “Yeah for as long as you want it to be” Yelena added.

You pondered for a moment, your home? Could you really fit into this place? You didn’t know anyone here and this life was so alien to you. So far it seems that you can trust these women, but in the back of your head that little voice was telling you that they would never care. “Y/n?” Natasha said placing a gentle hand on your shoulder “we know what it’s like to feel like you don’t belong. All three of us came here under similar circumstances to you” she said. “You did?” You quietly asked. “Yeah, Yelena and I, we were in a place called the red room. We were taken from our families as kids and trained to be assassins. I was lucky enough to get out and a few years later, I found my sister” Natasha said looking over at Yelena. “And Wanda…” Nat began, unsure if she wanted her to continue. You looked over to the witch, “I… my brother and I, we were in Hydra, a long time ago” she whispered. “You were?” You said, feeling more connected to her than ever. “I was. Y/n I promise you we understand and I promise you that we care, we’ll look after you” she said, taking hold of your hand.

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You decided to stay at the tower, and it was surprisingly easy to settle in. You got super close with Yelena and she helped you to begin finding your own identity. Natasha and Wanda were always looking out for you, making sure you had everything you needed. They were almost motherly to you, and deep down you loved their affection. Fury and his team were in the process of getting you a citizenship, he kept you out of the loop as much as he could but a problem quickly appeared.

A week later you were sat watching a film with Yelena when the red head and the witch came to see you. “Yelena do you mind if we speak to y/n privately?” Natasha asked her sister. “Sure” Yelena said and excused herself to made mac and cheese. You tensed up as soon as they sat down beside you. “You’re sending me away aren’t you?” You quietly asked. “No sweetheart we’re not I promise” Wanda said “but we do need to speak to you about staying here” she finished. In order to gain your citizenship, you needed to have a legal guardian or a parent as you were still a minor. “So what does that mean?” You shyly said. “Well, it means that someone, or maybe two people need to become your guardians” Natasha said. Both women had small smiles on their faces and it took you only seconds to understand what they meant.

“You guys?” You asked “you’ll be my guardians?” You said in disbelief. “If you’d be okay with that, we’d love to be” Wanda said. “So…like parents, like a family?” You whispered. “If that’s what you’d like sweetheart” Wanda said. “Y/n we care about you a lot, we’ve seen how much you’ve grown since you’ve been here and we don’t want to loose you” Natasha said “wands and I don’t know that much about family but we can learn. We want to be the people you depend on, the people you can talk to about anything, we want to be the family you deserve” she finished. You were overwhelmed with emotions, no one had ever shown you so much kindness. No one in the tower had seen much of your emotions, but in that moments you couldn’t stop the tears that began to fall.

“Y/n?” Wanda said, fearful that this wasn’t something you wanted. “What do you think Kid?” Natasha asked, scooting closer to you. You looked between both women, amazed at this moment. “I think, I think that we can try” you mumbled. It was mere seconds after that the damn broke and you fell into Wanda’s embrace. “Oh sweetheart of course we can try” she said. Natasha shuffled closer and wrapped her arms around the two of you. “My beautiful girls” she said. You melted into their warmth, feeling safer than you ever had before. Things weren’t certain to be smooth sailing, but with Natasha and Wanda by your side everything was certain to be okay.

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[moider-time]

Don't be shy tell the public abt our Romeo and Juliet bruharvey au 👀👀👀

👀👀 oh y'all ain't ready lol tbh I doubt I'm gonna do this justice (and bestie I am so stealing some of your lines cause your writing?? so good)

Let's set the scene. We have the Dents (Montagues) and the Waynes (Capulets) who are at war in the streets of Gotham. Christopher Dent thinks he can try and step to Martha and her empire despite so many other people telling him otherwise.

Gilda and Harvey recently split and he's not really in the best mental space. Well he thought focusing on work was a perfectly good distraction but according to Ivy "trying to burn out your retinas by reading legal mumbo jumbo is not fucking healthy, Dent!" So Ivy and Martinez decide that he needs a night out so they drag him to a fancy dress party to de-stress. And that's where he sees him and knows he'll never be the same.

Now Bruce hasn't been on speaking terms with his parents for a while. Not since he saw his mama Martha shoot someone. He still remembers how their blood soaked the pavement, their chest stuttering as if not sure what to do. What hurt even more was seeing Martha blank-faced, not touched by the wriggling of the man in front of her. (This couldn't be the same woman who played Princes & Princesses with him - that dressed him up and made him feel loved. It couldn't be. Why is it her?)

So he leaves, gets a small apartment in well, not the best part of Gotham but it could be worse. He focuses on his passion for art and he's not struggling but his job doesn't lend itself to financial stability. Especially not when he has his babies to think about. He still keeps in touch with Harley and when she invites him for a night out with her and Selina and rightfully brings up him rarely leaving his apartment, he can't exactly say no.

So he makes sure Dick, Cass, Jason and Tim are tucked in, kisses them on the forehead, triple locks the door and heads out. He doesn't think he'll spend that long, just enough time to relax and spend time with his sister and friend. And of course it's at this party that he sees him.

Both Harvey and Bruce can agree that they never expected to see someone so pretty at this party. They see each other across the room but find it hard to push past the ever shifting masses so they can satisfy the attraction between them.

Harvey can feel the heat of eyes across his skin, his scars. He doesn't mind when people stare after all, there's no point in caring about something you can't change. He'll always be him, and people will always be people. And anyway, he'd rather have them judge the ones on the surface. The other ones; the scars he and Jessica shared from the tip of their spine to the belt of their waists, those were worse. Those were personal. Those you kept in the house.

When they finally meet, their eyes lock and their bodies graze against each other. Bruce acknowledged him with fascination instead of disgust. As if his scars were a physical trait out of the ordinary, like purple eyes or blue hair, but not inherently disturbing.

"I like your rings," he said, dropping his doe eyes to Harvey's hands. He hated them because they were silver. He started loving them again.

"Do you want one?"

Bruce smiled with his whole mouth, "Only if you take some of mine"

The music shifts so something soft and slow and as they swap rings, their bodies begin to sway and dance. Harvey carries Bruce's sapphire blue ring on a chain right above his heart. A silent promise of sorts. Bruce wears a small coiling snake with a white diamond as one eye and a black one as the other on his thumb and even then it's a bit loose. And doesn't that sight just leave Harvey breathless?

Neither of them know when they start to lean in, when their breath starts to mingle. Bruce, standing on his toes and asking if Harvey's ok with this. Saying it's alright if he isn't, that he shouldn't feel pressur- And Harvey leans down to connect their lips while they're moving to their own music.

Kissing Harvey felt like nothing else he could've imagined. Bruce had kissed a total of 3 people by his age of 29. Selina in middle school, bored and grumpy with having to act the damsel in distress in their school play. Oliver, when they were 16 and curious, scrubbing their lips until they bled and Khoa. The last lover, the love who outlived all Bruce was.

Harvey kissing him now undid 4 years of pain. It awoke romance from its graveyard sleep and spread something lovely and gentle but aggressive and savage in Bruce still. They floated through the music, not noticing or maybe uncaring of the footsteps approaching them. Bruce floated when Thomas dragged him out the door, a snake on his finger and whiskey on his lips. He hoped Harvey floated when Jessica did the same.

[davidlcki]

more bruce wayne fics please <3 maybe some comfort and soft kissing after bruce comes home from a night out as the batman? i love ur writing sm

snowy nights

thank you so much for this request anon!! i’d do anything for this man <3

pairing: pattinson!bruce wayne/ reader

warnings: cursing, i think that’s it lol

i really hope this isn’t too bad, i haven’t been feeling the best unfortunately :( i also struggle writing bruce sometimes considering he dosent show the widest range of emotions in the movie, but i’m trying my best! i hope you all enjoy!

whenever bruce went out as batman, you wouldn’t sleep till he got back. it was just how it was, no matter how much he begged you not to, you cared too much and wanted to make sure he was okay.

tonight was like any other, you paced the manor silently, filled with anxiety as you wondered what he was up to. the sound of his motorcycle snapped you from your thoughts, and your feet hurriedly carried you down to the batcave.

you could tell he was in pain the moment you laid eyes on him. he already had his cowl off and you could see him visibly relax at the sight of you.

“hey” your voice was soft as you help him pull his armor off. “where are you hurt?” you ask, though your question was pretty quickly answered upon removing his shirt. there was a large bruise that ran across his side.

“i need to shower” he moans quietly in pain, making his way with you upstairs and to the master bathroom of wayne manor. he stops in the doorway, turning to look at you. you look back, and there’s a few beats of silence. “yeah?”

“arent you coming?” he questions, gesturing to the shower. you smile a little, making your way over to him and stripping most of your clothes on the way. the water felt great on the both of you, washing your aches and worries down the drain. you grab bruce’s shampoo, pouring way too much of it on his head when he wasn’t paying attention. he turns to look at you, his lips were pressed together to form a line as he tried to keep on his serious facade, you give an innocent smile. quickly, he snatches his shampoo and pours an ungodly amount onto you.

“BRUCE! i did NOT pour that much!” you giggle and attempt to wrestle the bottle out of his hands. wrestling in the shower while covered in soap was NOT the best idea, as the two of you pretty quickly wiped out and ended up on the tile floor.

“fuck, are you alright?” you instantly turn to bruce who was holding his side, but laughing. he was laughing. a smile was now plastered on your face as you watch him laugh until he couldn’t breathe, laying flat on his back and covered in soap.

“come onnn come onnn let’s get up” you manage to get out through your own laughter, but upon taking his hand he grabs you and pulls you down on top of him. “bruce!” you sigh with exaggeration, looking down at your still giggling lover. finally, he calms down, looking up at you to the best of his ability with the water that continued to pour over you two. there were love hearts in the both of your eyes as you lean down to connect your lips with his.

“we should probably get out and make sure your ribs aren’t fucking broken now” you mutter against his lips. although neither of you wanted to get up and finish showering, you did.

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upon being dressed and looking out the window, you noticed the snow falling outside. it must have been falling for a while because you couldn’t see the grass anymore.

“you didn’t tell me it was snowing, we should go out for a little!” you don’t give bruce a moment to answer as you dash off to grab your coat and boots, along with bruce’s.

“isn’t it a little late for playing in the snow?” bruce gives you a lopsided smile as he watches you get dressed.

“it’s never too late to play in the snow. plus, you know how it is here, by the time we get up tomorrow half of it will be melted. now come on!” you smile, basically running to the front door and stepping out into the chilly night. you knew bruce wasn’t in best shape, so the both of you took it easy, simply enjoying the beauty and the silence that came with the snow. the two of you were stood in the garden, lost in some random conversation. when you finished your sentence, you realized bruce was just gazing at you. his head was tilted to the side in awe, and a soft smile graced his lips.

“what?” you smile, looking away at his sudden intense gaze.

“nothin, just, you’re beautiful” his voice was quiet, as usual, but something in his tone was so very real. he takes your gloved hands in his, carefully pulling you into him enough so he could connect his lips with yours. they were soft, along with his touches as he settles his hands on the small of your back. the two of you stay like this for a while, absorbing each other’s presence as the snow falls silently around you.

[zensations35]

how do you think specific marvel characters (specifically tony stark) would sneeze? like manner of sneezing and pre and post sneeze, etc etc -

or like how would they handle a cold or allergies?

any snzcanons really :)

GODS I LOVE MARVEL ASKS (*/ω＼*)

Ok, so, I showed this off a big in my fic Viral Paradox but I'll hash it out here too!

Tony:

EH FUCK IT. Unrestrained. "Idgaf who sees me sneeze" mindset (except maybe under certain circumstances?)

He might hold back when he's hiding illness, but honestly he probably doesn't do that much, as we see him going back and forth on screen hiding and being openly fucked up on screen. He's got issues and I think it's very situational how he'd handle sneeze or illness.

Definitely a wet sneezer tho 🤭And he'd 100% indulge our kink.

Bruce:

Kittenish. Ironic. And it makes everyone snort with restrained laughter. He gets embarrassed but has a (witty?) remark for anyone who has a snipe about it (usually Tony).

"You don't want to see me when I hulk sneeze."

Tony: "That's super gross, dude."

Bruce: *glare*

Natasha:

*sneezes*

Everyone stares in shock.

Nat: *glowers*

Suddenly everyone's phones all become so interesting.

Nat absolutely stifles. I'll talk about other stiflers, but there are two Main Stiflers on the list, and it's Natasha and Loki (I'll cover him later). These two are the ones who have that 'get it on lockdown dammit!' mindset where they can't bee seen as weak (very similar trauma and backgrounds of people who make them feel weak unless certain criteria are met). Viewing illness or sneezing in general weakness is TRACK for Nat.

Also she basically RUNS the Avenger household and while Tony thinks he could do it fine, Nat knows (and Bruce knows it to lol) that things would hit shit very quickly if Nat left it in his hands, so she just Needs to take a bunch of Dayquil and muscle through ok? It'll be fiiiiine.

(Bonus, she does have a backup plan just in case and it involves putting Pepper briefly in charge of Big Brain stuff --with everyone except Tony making superhero decisions 🤣)

Side Note: Y'all, I give Tony a lot of shit, but just know he's a top tier character for me. I know he's smart and capable. His character development is fucking PEAK. I absolutely would die for him. I just love picking on early Tony.

Cap:

Used to be very sickly; asthma, allergies, the works. He's constantly expecting things to set him off. Probably still has an inhaler (just in case!) But super serum means not much makes with the sniffles. The Avenger fam, however, doesn't know anything other than "Cap is super resilient haha!"

So, when he actually does sneeze, they all freak out OMG OMG IT'S A SUPERBUG™ !! All except Bucky, who i just...reading the paper all chill.

"Relax, yall. Steve's just..." and then he shares a look with Cap and a silent convo... 'are you alright?'

Bruce does bloodwork anyway.

Cap Part 2:

I also like this hc where Cap has been under the ice for so long Steve is photic?? Even though it's not canon I Desire it. Maybe to keep it 'consistent' (i mean, do I really NEED a reason but hufhufhu~) it could be early days only.

Lots of teary eyed squinting and hitching in bright lights, especially while he's being evaluated during the early days of ice recovery. Doctors were annoyed, having to pause their work for random sneezing.

As for snz sound, I image there's a P in there somewhere. Y'all know I like my Z's, but for Cap I think more of a "psh!" or something in that vein.

Thor:

Uhhh God of Thunder. Need I say more? SURE? A pic is worth a thousand words. And this commission says it all, really.

Loud. Booming really. A THUNDER GOD SNZ ECHOS and he's...proud of it. Ahahaha...oh he'll apologize. But yeah. He's fucking proud.

-> This guy can not do the sneeze while hiding scenario. Not...um...unless it ends with getting caught. And...zapped. Which, well, I am prone to writing. Sooooo~

Here's where I'm open to interpretation with Thor. I lean more torward him being a WHINLY LIL SHIT when he's sick, because (I read a few of the Loki/Thor Marvel canon novels because I'm a huge gd nerd) and as younguns it just REFLECTS the whole 'golden child' treatment and 'Thor ate that spaghetti so welll! Good job Thor!!' So I want to say...(and we do see this in the movies, especially early on) he expects special treatment. So, getting sick? *nods sagely*

Thor laying bonelessly across the bed: "You have to take care of me. Bring me <insert special food and drink specifically from Asgard>."

Random Avenger: "....you know I can't actually go there, right?"

Loki:

Magic ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Magic ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･fuckinggg Magic chaos sneezes bitches!! Break shit! Stop time! Shit flying around space! Opportunities are endless, really.

And Mr. 'Pardon Me' and 'My Deepest Apologies' definitely has a handkerchief thanks and it's not gross because he can clean it with said ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･MAGIC⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ so.

Our Dapper Asshole stifles because sneezing is weak and how !dare! a sneeze think about making him look weak--and if he has to he will discard it as quickly as possible.

So, as with Nat above, there's the trauma of being seen as weak from younger years in Asgard. I really wish we'd had a Loki prequel or something in the Marvel movies (there's still time Marvel!! *cough!!*) But in the official Loki novels, you can see it.

I would go into detail about this but when I tried to explain it I LITERALLY TYPED FIVE PARAGRAPHS MORE OF SHIT yall 🫣If you ever think I'm making up backstory for Thor or Loki, nahhh I farm my info organically, grass fed. Just trust me. He has major Misfit Syndrome (and as a fellow Misfit Child with a Golden sibling, I think I get their dialogue down better than most of my other writing tbh)

Ok, ahem, back to snz (sorry...) And of course when Loki gets sick his sneezes become less restrained and UnForTunaTelY he just can't stifle woe is him poor baby 👿

Maria:

Soft but firm snz.

I had a paintball partner once whose nose got itchy when he got stressed. I hc that for Maria. She's in a situation where she needs her gun out, and it never fails--her nose flares up.

Scrunching it, she dips into a grated, sometimes growled, half-stifle. Something quick. Eyes closed for the least amount of time possible. Efficiency is important.

Clint:

I know him the least unfortunately. He's not a fave (don't judge me 😭) I'm still wrecked that he was chosen over Nat, my darling momma who WAS RUNNING EVERYTHING AND NO WONDER EVERYTHING IS ABSOLUTE CHAOS RIGHT NOW WHAT DID I JUST SAY EARLIER (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻

*straightens bowtie* Aaaanyway. I think Clint would get sick and hole up. Avoid people like a recluse. He'd have a messy sneeze and a tissue pile and just STOP cleaning up after himself.

"I'll get to that later. Fuck it." And when he feels better, finally, there are just takeout boxes, microwave dinners, and tissues piled up in a raccoon trash nest around the couch and he's like "...I deserve this."

[dairy-farmer]

Heyy i hope you’re having a good weekend,

Have you read this fic yet??

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28008021

Its really fluffy and I was thinking what if it was the rest of the batfam relying too much on tim kind of like a mother, like in the fic, that made bruce notice that he would be a good mommy and he starts thinking of how tim would make such a good mommy to his own kids and that leads bruce to kinda be like, i want more kids actually and starts basically courting tim or something (sorry its not as coherent lol its like 2am rn)

-C

yes i have!!!!!! i love the concept of everyone just unanimously agreeing that tim was the head of the family!!!!!!!!!

the way that bruce in the end joined alongside them too. not yet calling tim mom but very much recognizing how tim, as a whole, is a figure that is very reliable.

he notices how all his children quickly run to tim for assistance or backup or to have him fulfill their needs. and bruce, in a way, also indulges into those same actions because tim is just...like that.

tim has always been a very steadying, reassuring type of person. he was the type of person who if you spotted them in the middle of a disaster you’d just know that everything was going to be okay.

bruce’s other children agreed and liked to keep tim busy, all vying for his attention or tuffing him into different directions. when they misbehaved bruce didn’t even have to lift a finger or say a word unless invited to by tim who took the discipline of bruce’s children into his own hands.

jason was stuck scrubbing dishes for two weeks when he accidentally left his edibles in an open container in his room, allowing damian to accidentally consume them when he went in looking for a pencil.

bruce hadn’t noticed it before but there was a noticeable...lightness to his older children. dick had always borne a lot of responsibility on his shoulders but lately, he’d been laughing louder and playing more. he was the one who got his ears lugged on the most by tim who scolded him about playing too roughly with his brothers and to know to ask about whether they wanted to play.

damian was always a bit of a proud child and it got him in trouble at school sometimes. bruce knew he struggled with making friends but was happily surprised to return home to the sight of damian and a little blonde boy systematically photographing and recording the various insects that populated the vegetable and flower garden. bruce recognized the camera hanging around damian’s neck as the one that usually sat on the shelf in tim’s room.

“they look like they’re having fun huh?”

bruce turned, work briefcase still in hand, to the sight of tim in some sneakers, trousers and a loose-fitting shirt.

“he’s ives’ half-brother, he told me while we were on a call a few days ago that his baby brother was having  a hard time making friends and i could understand him given i had my own little brother to worry about.”

there was a small smile tugging at the corner of tim’s lips. he was holding a small tray with two glasses of what seemed to be fruit punch and a lemon curd cookies.

tim looked every bit like an after-school mother entertaining their son and his new friend. before he continued forward to bring the boys their snacks bruce tried to sneak one of the little cookies and was quickly smacked away by tim who scolded him and ordered him inside where he could enjoy the ones on the cookie sheets.

they’re not alfred’s recipe. that much bruce can tell. but the cookie is buttery and sweet paired with a nicely tart fruit curd.

sometimes bruce will walk past the sight of alfred and tim folding laundry together and going over each person’s schedule for the week.

other times he’ll walk past the open door of the library and spot jason curled up on the sunny spot, his head nestled in tim’s lap as he quietly reads to him.

sometimes it’ll be jason. othertimes it’ll be a sweetly curled up damian or a relaxed cass.

it’s such a...fitting sight.

motherhood is becoming on tim. it’s such a natural look on him.

the thought strikes bruce one fairly normal evening.

both he and tim are at the office. they stop at tim’s corner office to get a few forms bruce needs and he spots the gift wrapped bow in the center.

it’s an office shower gift. teresa smalls, one of their PR workers is having a baby and they’re throwing her a small shower before she goes on maternity leave.

tim eases the top of the gift off, moving the card aside and ruffling through the tissue paper to show bruce the cutest little baby onesie he’s ever seen. little blue birds and intertwining branches cover it and tim coos as he holds it to his front.

and something in bruce...something just ‘clicks’ at the sight.

there’s something so right about tim as a mother, taking care of and loving bruce’s children.

despite his full household bruce has yet to actually have a baby.

it’s a daunting thought. one that is almost always soured because the women he’s been with weren’t...mothers. and bruce himself wasn’t exactly a shining paragon of paternal love.

but tim.

if tim were there to...help him...to guide his hand then bruce...could do it. he could do it. he already was. he was filling in the gaps where bruce couldn’t be there for his children, he was helping keep bruce’s family happy and together.

sometimes bruce will think back to that encounter in tim’s office. of his holding up that tiny little onesie to his body and marveling at it.

tim was already small, he was the smallest of bruce’s household.

and bruce well...bruce had been born a pretty big baby.

tim’s arms would be so full and overflowing with their child.

he’d coo over them the way he had in that office. he’d tenderly stroke their hair as they napped in his arms, he’d kiss their cheeks and play with them until they were bubbling with giggles.

bruce knew he would.

so if bruce starts standing a bit closer to tim no one ever mentions it. if he leans in closer when discussing a case, if he lowers his voice and whispers in tim’s ear, well that’s no one’s business.

tim grows used to bruce’s touch. the graze of a hand on his waist, his lower back, his cheek.

when one of bruce’s children run to him, eager to tattle on each other bruce offers them a simple ‘go tell your mother’ and the light in their eyes absolutely glow with mischief.

bruce starts sprinkling it in more, your mother this, your mother that. your mother told you to clean your room. your mother wants you to know there’s pastries from that bakery you like in the kitchen.

bruce couldn’t refer to tim as ‘mom’. even though every bit of him told him it was an appropriate title. so he settles for something else.

bruce starts calling tim his wife.

he says it for the first time at dinner and it gets him all sorts of looks from aorund the table and bruce stares back.

“what?” he asks. “if tim is your mother that must make him my wife shouldn’t it?”

tim blushes hotly to the tips of his ears and stutters which garners small snickers from around the table.

bruce sneaks up behind tim on occasion, gripping his hips while he’s doing a load of laundry and whispering ‘my wife’ in his ears until tim shivers.

tim gets introduced as bruce’s wife at events, the newspapers no longer refer to bruce as an eternal bachelor. bruce and tim never have an official wedding or sign any papers but it’s an acknowledged fact that they’re married and married couples spend time together.

they hold hands, they kiss, and they share a bed.

tim is such a sweet and tender little fuck. gasping wetly and letting out high-pitched gasps as bruce sunk into him and stretched out his little pussy with his cock.

bruce is tim’s husband, his love, his partner and there’s nothing between them. no barriers. nothing.

nothing that stops the hot flow of cum that bruce pumps into tim’s young womb.

tim parts his thighs further apart, whining as bruce presses in as deep as he can, mashing his cockhead to his cervix and groaning as he deposits over bit of himself into that welcoming entrance.

bruce stays plugged inside tim the whole night, holding him as he softly rocks on his cock, holding back moans so as to not wake up their children whose bedrooms are just down the hall.

there’s nothing more humiliating than hearing your parents have sex after all.

bruce holds tim the entire night, occasionally thrusting in as his cock gets hard again until tim is moaning and shivering around him. bruce may be getting up there in age but he’s still just a virile.

something that’s proved true when tim discovers he’s pregnant the next month. bruce kisses him full on the mouth when he learns, humming into that tender mouth and already imaging the sight of tim growing bigger with their child, tim being the wonderful little mommy to their child that bruce knows he is.

bruce is so happy.

“my sweet wife,” he whispers lowly, squeezing tim, “you’re going to be the mother to all of my children aren’t you?”

because there’s going to be more. at least a few. enough until that itch inside bruce is soothed by the sight of tim carrying his children and loving them with all the care and grace he always had.

a few. just a handful.

perhaps just two or even three.

yes. three would be perfect, a final tribute to his beloved wife, his third robin.

how perfect.

[theerrorofmylife]

Crime Fighter pt. 3

- PART 3 IS UP!!!! Hahahah this was gonna be something completely different but it didn’t feel right so here’s some short, sweet fluff for you guys. There is only 1 more part that I plan on doing for this series, if I happen to get an idea I MAY add to it, but that’s not guaranteed.

update- I did, in fact, get an idea halfway through writing this so there may be 2 more parts coming... I keep digging this hole for myself lol.

Content: Date night gets canceled, so reader stays up waiting for Bat’s to come home.

Part 1

Part 2

Warnings: None <3

I say this with all the love, kindness, and genuine honesty I have in my 5”5 body: I hate the cold. Years of living in Gotham should have accustomed me to it, but I could never adjust. The way my toes grew numb, my legs covered in bumps and chills no matter how many layers I wore. I was made for warmer climates, sunnier places. But I stayed, first because of my obligation to help Gothamites, but when it came down to it… I stayed for him.

I stayed for Bruce, in this miserable, constantly cold, raining, blurry mess of a city. In the early months of the city, the snow turned to freezing rain, which was somehow worse, and wind blistered and stung. But I stayed. I stayed for blue eyes and dark hair and a stupid grin that only ever really came out when we were alone.

The night never sleeps, the shadows are always watching and waiting. He needed to keep being out there, keep fighting, but he assured me that I could take off the cold season. Believe me, I tried to argue but he knows how miserable I can be, perhaps a little too well since we’ve been… this. Whatever it is. I stay at the tower more and more, and I’ve noticed my stuff in my apartment slowly appearing in my guest room in the tower. I know it’s Bruce, and it’s only stuff I mention aloud, like my headphones, and the next day there they are, on my dresser. If he keeps this up I’ll end up living here permanently. Maybe that’s not such a bad idea.

Since the Riddler incident, Bruce has become more of a public figure. He goes out more, holds more donations, parties, fundraisers. He’s becoming a bit of a philanthropist, not that I mind. Wayne Industries is fueling this city's comeback, and he’s so proud to be doing some real good outside of crime fighting. I’m proud of him, but I’m also adamant on staying in the shadows for now. This is his moment, and news of Bruce Wayne’s new girl becoming public is the last thing he needs.

My phone buzzed on the coffee table beside me.

“We may have to cancel dinner tonight.” Bruce’s voice grumbled through the tiny speaker.

“You traitor,” I heard a huff on the other side as he laughed, “how are you going to break it to Alfred? He was looking forward to cooking.”

“I’ll tell him in a minute. There’s a large number of sightings of Victor Fries near the eastern docks. Gordon has reason to believe it’s a weapons drop, he wants to check it out.”

“Is there no sanctity of Date Night with the GCPD?”

“Gordon’s been married for 30 years. No, I don’t think so.”

“How rude. I’ll be there by 6.” I went to get up from my seat, near empty mug beside me and near finished book in my lap.

“Don’t, I’m taking this one, stay there and stay warm, hopefully I’ll be back before the morning.”

“You’re not serious are you- I really don’t like you doing all of this on your own-”

“Stay. Relax, just be there when I get back.” I grumbled before we said goodbye and I sat back in my chair. Slouching and moody, I couldn’t help but feel some guilt when it comes to Bats being out there again. Tonight was supposed to be ours. The more I thought about it, the more sure I was that if I left now, I could meet him at the police station with time to spare. I wiggled out of my seat, carefully placing my book down, hoping that maybe I wouldn't be heard.

“It might be wise, Ms., if you were to stay the night just once more. The wind is particularly harsh, and with you on that bike of yours, I can just see you ending up in a ditch somewhere.” The old man stood in the doorway of the sitting room, his 3 piece suit looking as spiffy as ever, his brows drawn in concern.

“Alfred…” Alfred was the greatest sweetheart the world had ever known, and the most conniving-

“Just once more, I promise it would be much safer to travel in the morning.” I can’t argue with him, even if I genuinely tried. Looking out the window, the rain was rushing past so fast it was hard to tell if it was really raining or if the wind was a sheet of gray.

“Fine… but Bruce is working tonight, something came up. I guess it’s just us.” He nodded, though I saw in his eyes that he wasn’t surprised.

“Is there anything I can get for you this evening, Ms.?” Leaning my head back, I really couldn’t think of anything much, but I didn’t want to be alone right now.

“Then maybe some more tea, and two good books.”

“Two, Ms.?”

“Yep, one for me, one for you.” He smiled again, and nodded happily before leaving to get the drinks. He and I spent the evening drinking tea, reading, and snacking for hours until Alfred retired for the night. It was about 9 o’clock, so I finished what I could of my book and took it with me down into the train station below the tower. Since my integration into the Bat’s Nest, I made some renovations to the cave with the help of Alfred and Bruce. I put in a couch near the back wall, away from the path of B’s cars and bikes. Since the cold set it, I’ve also added in a space heater or two. After checking the monitores, I put Bruce’s constantly changing location onto the largest screen so I could watch from the couch.

I spent hours like that, laying back on the couch, piles of blankets and a space heater, eyes flicking between the words on my pages and the tracker moving across the screen. I think it was 2 am when I fell asleep, I didn’t really get a good look at the clock before things got fuzzy.

When my eyes slowly opened and shut repeatedly, I woke to icy fingers holding my waist, my whole body jostling and moving. Lifting my head, I realized it was laying on someone’s shoulder, my legs lazily wrapped around a toned waist, and he was carrying me down one of the tower hallways. I hummed a little to let him know I was awake. Bruce turned, kissing my cheek before nudging my head back down on his shoulder. I was too tired to care, not that I minded. My big strong Batman.

He walked us into my room and let me sit down on the edge of the bed. Turning to move towards the pillows, I stopped as I heard his armor hit the floor with hard, sharp thuds. Looking back, he was very slowly taking his plating off, moving stiffly and with slightly shaking fingers. I don’t know why, but I reached over to grab his hand and immediately pulled away, letting out a hiss.

“You’re freezing!!” He laughed a little, continuing to take off his armor.

“Well, Gordon was right. And Fries was there. So, yes, I’m freezing.” As soon as he was left in his undershirt and boxers he reached out, pushing me down on my back and wrapping his hand around my ankle, slowly drawing soft circles on the inside before pulling at the leg of my sweatpants. “You can’t sleep in these- well, you can, but you won’t.”

He was right. Years of sleeping alone had made me accustomed to wearing only underwear and a shirt to bed. When Bruce and I first started sleeping together, I tried to start sleeping in pajama pants or shorts, but it was so uncomfortable that I'd squirm at night, trying to adjust. Bruce got fed up once and damn near torn my shorts off in an attempt to stop me from moving. We didn't go back to sleep that night.

Slowly pulling on the legs of my pants, I lifted my ass slightly and he pulled them off completely, tossing them with the rest of his clothes before he crawled into bed. Large, callused fingers wrapped around my hips, rubbing circles with his thumbs. “Can we stay here all day?”

Its daytime, that's right. The drapes in my room are so dark that it looks like night in here. I had no plans, and I doubt Bruce couldn't just cancel anything if he wanted to. Nodding my head, I hummed out a yes and he slid his left arm under my head while the right pulled my leg over his hip. His right hand slid heavily up my hips and back, rubbing up my spine until he nearly completely wrapped around me. This was his favorite way to sleep, a tangled mess of limbs, hands, and 100% skin contact. His icy hands slowly soaked in my body heat, his whole body slowly relaxing under the blankets. Something about the way we were laying, facing each other, wrapped in each other, reminded me of the night I first came here.

Months ago I was pining after this man, desperately searching for some sort of peaceful normal where I got to have my cake and crime fighting too. Now I sleep in his house, and he voluntarily sleeps in my bed rather than his. We spend entire days together planning better things for the city, and entire nights running the streets looking for trouble. Somehow I managed to turn my work friend who I had a life altering rush on into the love of my life. I wouldn’t trade him for the universe.

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[gothamsfinestdummy]

Okay, it’s time to rant about Last Knight on Earth.

I’m gonna talk about my favorite moments from this story and include some notable things that I believe are really important. Let’s get started.

Spoilers for Last Knight on Earth under the cut, duh.

I first want to get this out of the way: Joker’s narration of the story.

I actually really find this aspect of LKOE super interesting. We get to somewhat peek into Joker’s thought bubbles and obtain some of his thoughts. But the thing is, Joker isn’t really a reliable narrator and that’s sort of common sense at this point. Especially if we apply his “multiple choice” point of view. Maybe that stuff doesn’t apply here? I dunno. Maybe it’s why this story is so confusing and hard to follow, lol

Here are some highlights that I really liked from his narration, such as:

(From Part Three: The Asylum): “I like to think he was thinking of me as he went, thinking of the old days, of family. But that’s selfishness. And I know better.”

(From Part Nine: P.O.W): “But then, after a while, we all started to relax, to believe. And it occurred to me… This was what it felt like on the other side of the divide. All those years I’d been the one who knew what was coming. Because something was always coming. The rain of acid pies. The tendrils of poison gas. Hssss…Hear that? The spring-loaded mallet clicking free. The razor-edged card hissing through the air. But just then, moving through the dark with my oldest enemy, I forgot all that. Even as the fighting started. I bought in. Watching him leap and punch and kick… I believed. I really did, despite everything, and I felt light as a bird fluttering in my jar.”

(From Part 10: The Doorway): “I laughed and turned to him, to tell him… tell him I had a new poem in mind, something profound (using minimal dirty words) about him, about everything… (maybe a moderate amount of dirty words)… But he was already looking ahead…

“… at the rocket door opening, and the boy in the alley. And right then, I knew. Knew that I’d already said what I needed to say.”

GOD. help this is going to make me sob

Gonna bang my head on the table, gimme a minute.

I also really want to point out Bruce and J’s dynamic here because it’s so good and has this strong air of fondness. And I adore that so much.

Joker isn’t villainous toward Bruce, just excited and chipper (and basks in screwing with him, which is really funny to me). Yeah, Batman snaps at him a couple of times, but that’s just how he is toward Joker (plus J was basically asking for it lmao).

When Bruce finds Joker stranded in the dessert, he doesn’t respond with hatred or aggression, he’s genuinely puzzled and (what I like to think is) concerned about Joker.

And Joker is ecstatic, full of pure joy that Batman really came back for him.

Just look how happy he is, jeez.

As I mentioned before, they just talk and I love that. Bruce actually bothers to tell Joker what he was dreaming about when asked.

But is then immediately cut off by “lmao, I actually don’t care. Can I be robin, pretty please, sweetie darling?”

Very great, I tell you. (More on the robin part later, by the way)

But more on their dynamic here, my FAVORITE PART about it is that they’re genuine and real with each other. For example, let’s take this part of the book:

This is just a tiny part, but it means so much to me.

Bruce is hesitant and vulnerable in front of Joker, who is encouraging him.

Jesus Christ, I love them so much.

While I wipe away my tears, let me shed some light on this.

When Bruce and Joker enter Omega’s batcave, they notice the disturbing collection of trophies, which are the costumes of those Omega has defeated.

And while inspecting these, Batman and Joker engage in another deep conversation.

BUT. What I really think is muy importante about this scene is THIS

JOKER LOOKS INTO HIS OWN REFLECTION AND SAYS “PEOPLE CHANGE.”

WHAT. IF THAT DOESN’T MEAN ANYTHING, I DUNNO WHAT DOES.

The visuals of that panel really reinforce that statement too, I believe. Aside from the reflection, I mean, because yeah, that’s deliberate. But I’m talking about how part of his Robin suit is visible with him. I mean, yeah, that’s how reflections work, but part of me feels like there’s something deeper to that. I could be looking too deep into it.

And the fact that in the very next panel, Joker just sort of acts as if he never said that and doesn’t really bother to engage in the conversation anymore. His dialogue here gives off the vibe that he’s trying to avoid it all together.

Before I move on to the robin stuff, I need to present to you this next scene.

Joker and Bruce are then captured by Omega, who pretty much just straps Bruce to a chair and breaks the news that he’s gonna rewrite his mind to become his soldier.

Yikes.

But then, Joker screams that he would kill Omega for that (which, wow, that’s really powerful, I think), but what is EXTRA great is that when Joker gets it handed to him, Bruce pleads for Omega to leave him alone.

I’M SOBBING.

They love each other so much, I literally cannot.

Before I reach for the gazillionth tissue, let me just slap this here because this is great I think:

ALSO NOTICE HOW JOKER’S PUPILS AREN’T THOSE SMALL POINTS OF HATRED.

It’s apparent here, too:

Okay. Finally. Lemme talk about the Robin thing.

I already discussed this before on here (it was on a reblog), so I’ll just paste what I said.

Good food, indeed, past me.

Okay, that was a long one. Very sorry about that. I just had to compile my thoughts into an incoherent, jumbled mess. Thank you, lol. I promise I’m better at this, my brain is just fried right now.

If you want me to do more of these or hear my thoughts on certain things, you can always send me an ask!

[wonderinglullaby]

HI HELLO HI I KNOW YOU'VE DONE HIM AS A CAREGIVER BUT MAYHAPS.... if at all possible,, maybe could I get some regressor!Bruce headcanons? Maybe with Diana and Clark caring for him 🥺 a moodboard would work too!! if not I totes understand, I know a lot of people can't see him regressing lol. Thanks so much either way, love your stuff!! ♥️🐭

🧸 : But of course <33 cg & little Bruce is good, I love both, but honestly, we all need some more regressor Bruce content in our lives! this was super fun, I love Bruce’s relationship with Clark & Diana so these were just a joy. but anyways. hope you enjoy!

❤️ REGRESSOR! BRUCE WAYNE

( with caregiver! Clark Kent & Diana Prince )

• Bruce has been regressing involuntarily for a long time. Little things that bring nostalgia or overwhelming comfort is often what makes him regress! But he is the type to repress his regression because he was embarrassed of it. Once he learned about it and actually explored the concept - he was much less embrassed by it! but he was more concerned about helping other’s with it then himself.

• But everyone can use some time to feel like a kid again. Alfred always encourged Bruce to take a moment to explore his regression. He did somewhat, but not enough. Sometimes you just need a lil nudge by a friend instead.

• Diana would be the first to help Bruce embrace his small side. She was often a babysister for Bruce’s kids when they were regressed, just to help him out a little! He had asked her if she could help him regress because.. he was having some trouble. He was pretty embarrassed asking at first, but Diana was quick to reassure him and make him feel as comfort as possible.

• Diana was someone who always listened to his vents and knew how to make things better.. she was one of his bestest friends, a perfect fit for his caregiver.

• Bruce always flip-flops between toddler and 1 year old baby. When he first starts slipping he’s more playful and wanting to do more things on his own. The more relaxed and into his small-space he is though - he just goes full baby, he wants to be held!

• Lil Bruce is very into old cartoons - things like looney toons, tom & jerry, pink panther, and he will refuse to watch anything else. He also a few comfort blankets with these cartoons on them <3

• He’s also really into movies he watched as a kid. Nostalgia is a big trigger for him to regress, so of course they’re a huge comfort in his small-space.

• He’s not really into pacis, instead he’s got a collection of chewy necklaces! His whole family got him a necklace when he started this collection. safe to say those ones are the most special.

• When he’s toddler-spacing, Bruce is pretty playful and his favorite game is pretend! He loves trying to reenact scenes from his favorite movies and cartoons.

• When he’s baby-spacing, he much rather take a buncha naps, watch tv and draw! And cuddle, of course. He’s chill and he will fall asleep any moment.

• He could be playing then just decide ”nap time” and just fall asleep on the floor. sometimes he’ll crawl under tables and sleep there - or odd places like the stairs or the bathtub. Naps are his favorite.

• Diana and him will almost always draw together when he wants to. He’s constantly making beautiful scribble art pieces for her <3 and Diana will often show Bruce how to draw things!

• Bruce finds it best to regress on a schedule. it works best for him, doesn’t mess with his job - and perfect for Diana (also Clark!) to find the time to be together.

• When Bruce is taking a nap, Diana will just carry him the whole time. Doesn’t matter if she has to get up for a minute, she’ll still hold him in her arms <3 Bruce finds it pretty comforting too!

• Diana & Bruce are a pretty wholesome little/cg duo - but ya know, Clark is also someone who make a good impact on Bruce’s life! He was one of the few able to cheer up Bruce quickly and always gave him some good advice. Asking him to be his caregiver came across his mind too, but he was too embarrassed to ask him.

• Clark would accidentally walk in on Bruce & Diana, while Bruce was small - instead of being embarrassed and hiding - Bruce waddled up to Clark wanted cuddles from him and no one else! Clark became his second cg ever since <3

• While Diana is the more calm cg, Clark is the more “join in the chaos” type. He’s loving and protective, but he will makes plans with Bruce to steal extra cookies without Diana noticing.

• Clark always plays pretend with Bruce and even helps him come up with new scenes. Clark really gets into acting and Bruce absolutely loves it - he ends giggling so much. (You bet Diana records this, she finds it too cute)

• Oddly enough, when Bruce is taking a nap with Clark? Different story. Bruce will fall asleep on his chest and just snuggle up to him - but how dare Clark move, he’ll immediately wake up and make him stay. He’s like a cat, move and he’s offended.

• Another game they play is one-sided hide and seek basically. Clark will hide and Bruce will excitedly go look for him. Bruce is always soo proud of himself once he finds him. He always goes “I saved him, he was lost!” Diana often rads Clark out too to help Bruce but shh don’t tell him

• Bruce gives Diana a lil kiss usually at least once during the day. and Clark is very jealous… always. even though he gets one right after on his nose. this routine happens constantly and Diana never fails to find it funny.

[dovenymph]

jump scare

authors note: this was inspired by a tweet from thinkerpete on twitter that read “MJ can sneak up on Peter and jump scare him. He is so in love with her that his spider sense doesn’t even recognize her as a threat.” and that’s just so 🥺🥺🥺 so yeah it inspired this piece! also it is stark!reader bc i love that!! so yeah lol! please don’t repost my writing on any sites, and report it and message me if you find it!

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word count: 2.3k

warnings: one suggestive mention, but it’s all pure around these parts!! fluff fluff fluff!

You’d known peter had freakishly fast reflexes ever since the second you met him. Your dad had just given him a tour of the compound and he was walking back to his new room at the same time you were going to yours, balancing your textbooks, laptop, and snacks in your arms, barely able to see what was in front of you. so you surely didn’t notice that your shoes had untied before all your things went flying.

Peter managed to web your books and laptop and sling them towards his left hand, and caught you before you fell on your face with his right, and when you looked up at him, breathless, his breath hitched in his throat for a different reason. “S-sorry i couldn’t get your snacks… but swedish fish are kinda gross anyways so i guess i did you a favor” he said with a nervous chuckle, mentally face palming for rambling.

You snapped out of the journey you were going on in his deep brown eyes and stood up, brushing off your front. “Ha, i guess you’re right. you’ve no need to apologize though, thank you for saving my things… and my face.” you replied and peter visibly relaxed. he’d met a myriad of different people today, his heroes sure, but they were all so intimidating and spoke so gruffly, your soft tone and kind demeanor was what he’d been craving all day.

“Of course, it’s no problem.”

“I can’t believe you really got everything” you said, taking your computer and books out of his grasp… well trying, they were webbed to his palms.

“Oh! Oh, I’m so sorry! It does unstick I swear, it just takes a couple minutes… or like an hour… or two. God I’m sorry!”

“Hey! It’s all good spiderman,” and you sent him a smile so sweet he didn’t know how he hadn’t melted into a puddle before you. “I’ll never be mad at a reason to not study.”

You both laughed at that and basked in the silence and friendly ambiance for a couple seconds.

“Peter.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Peter. My name is Peter.” He said and you felt your stomach flip.

“Peter. I like it! Well I’m Y/N. Do you wanna come hang out in my room? Just until y’know, my laptop comes free, and we can get to know each other!”

Your invitation made peter feel like he was five years old again… and he loved it. Like he was going to his friends house he hadn’t seen in forever. “Of course.”

“Awesome, just this way then.” And you led him to your room.

“We can get better snacks though right?”

“Not too much on swedish fish peter!!” You responded childishly, playfulness carried through your tone.

Peter just laughed and bit his lip, thanking his lucky stars he met you. Someone he could just be Peter around in this new world of Spiderman and the Avengers he was thrusted into.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

It had been a year and a half since that fateful evening and you became the best of friends sticking by each other through everything and with that, there wasn’t much you two didn’t know about the other.

The summer heat led you both to enjoy the rarely used outdoor pool Tony put in, everyone pretty much avoiding it ever since Bruce “won” the cannonball contest last summer, resulting in all the water splashing out of the sides and the concrete at the bottom cracking.

But Peter had burst into your room complaining about how he couldn’t stand the heat much longer and pleaded until you rolled your eyes and changed into your swimsuit. It seemed everyone had the same idea, as Thor and Steve were currently swimming laps, while Nat and Wanda competed against Bucky and Sam in volleyball. Avengers scattered pretty much every inch of the pool area.

You and Peter splashed around a bit, held breath holding competitions, and you used Steve’s shield as a surfboard while Peter used his super strength to create waves (you never stayed on balance for more than five seconds, but the way your laughter danced in the air made Peter unable to decline your pleads of “again! again!”)

The sun set a bit and Vision and Tony broke out the grill. You and Peter got separated over the course of the afternoon, Sam begrudgingly had invited Peter on his volleyball team after the boys had been losing 4-1. Last you saw him he was pulling himself out of the pool, a frown etched on his face and Sam’s laughter booming in the background. You were grateful that your glasses and book covered up a large portion of your face so he wouldn’t be able to see the furious blush that painted your cheeks as he ran a towel over his abs and curling hair.

Maybe thirty minutes had passed since and you looked over at him again, cap titled over his eyes as he drifted to sleep. You couldn’t admire him for long as Steve obstructed your view, scowling and dragging his feet by you, shield held tightly to his chest.

Your eyes rolled as you realized he was still moping, “Aw Cap, we’re sorry! We were just playing.”

He stuck his nose up, childishly and you giggled. “You know it wasn’t my idea, right?” This caused one of his eyes to drift towards you and he raised an eyebrow.

“It’s true! You know Peter is such a… bad influence. A terror he is!” You joked and Steve smiled, catching on immediately.

“I figured! A good kid like you would never do that.”

You nodded swiftly, “Wouldn’t dream of it!”

Steve’s stare drifted to the the left over water balloons from Morgan’s birthday party that were left full and ready for battle in a large bin just a few feet away and he looked back at you. “Let’s get the kid back then, yeah?” He asked and you both devilishly smirked, running over as stealthily as you could.

Steve chose the largest balloon and had to bite back an evil laugh as he wound his arm up like he was at home plate and aimed towards your sleeping best friend.

Before it could even make any impact on his torso, his hand shot out and swatted it to the ground with a resounding splash. He shot up and looked around the area for any danger, before he looked down at the electric blue remains of the balloon and then your pouting figures, and he began cackling.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

“Aww, you really thought you could get me?”

“Hey! Steve was the one who threw it!”

Peter’s jaw dropped and he looked over at Steve who did nothing but roll his eyes and grumbled away, his flip flops slapping against the tiled floor.

“It’s only because you’re half freaking spider!” He called out before flopping into a lounge chair, scowl present on his lips.

Peter smirked, “the reflexes never take a day off!” Steve rolled his eyes one last time and Peter directed his attention towards you.

“I can’t believe… my best friend would let me get PELTED with water balloons… wowwwww.” He exaggerated and you furrowed your brows at him.

“It’s what you deserve for all the times you hid on my ceiling!”

“Don’t be smart!” Peter let out and jumped out his chair. You ran as fast as your legs could take you, shrieks of excitement drawing the attention of everyone around you, but neither of you cared, only focused on the other.

Peter eventually caught up to you when he chased you into the showers, leaving you with nowhere to run unless you were to turn around straight into his direction. You were pressed against the wall, Peter’s arms resting besides yours, only inches of space between you. Your laugh caught in your throat as Peter was looking down at you with nothing short of adoration swirling through his irises.

“You caught me, Pete.” You whispered after a few beats of silence had passed. All he could do was nod and you looked up at him through your lashes, biting your lip at his expression of wonderment.

Peter fought against all his instincts and pulled his hips away from you, fingers curling into fists. You two had always walked the line of friends and more, but Peter was never one to get presumptuous. Never one to assume what others thought of him, especially not girls. And your friendship was one of, if not the most treasured thing in his life and he’d rather be struck by Mjollnir than do anything to ruin that.

So he cleared his throat and took a few steps back. “Hope you learned your lesson, y/n! Don’t interrupt my sleep like that again! I’ll always be able to sense what’s coming” He said and you nodded at him in surrender.

“You’re right Pete, don’t know when I’ll learn! You’re spidey sense is no match for me.” You said, patting him on the arm and walking back out to the events, expecting him to follow. But Peter just sat on the bench, head in hands, eyes shut as the image of you, his perfect angel, burned into his mind.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

A few weeks later, you found Peter looking through the fridge. You hid behind the corner, silently watching him as he resembled a raccoon, you thought, pawing at all the different delicacies.

It was a quarter past three in the morning, and you figured you were the only one awake so you went downstairs to find a midnight snack, but apparently Peter beat you to it.

You were hesitant to go up to him, heart sputtering in your chest. He was your best friend, your closest confidant, but recently he had been acting strange around you. Always coming up with a stuttered excuse as he rejected your offers to play fight in the large gym, something you two would do all the time; he never crawled on your ceiling anymore like he used to either, and you missed watching his eyes turn to crescent moons when you spotted him, the living daylights having been scared out of you.

You frowned and clutched your hand to your chest, wanting nothing more than for the familiarity and comfort he brought you to come back. Maybe it was something you did. You knew you were smart, you were Tony Stark’s daughter for God’s sake, but sometimes you could be clueless to other people’s feelings. Maybe he felt the same confusion you did, wondering why you didn’t reach out to him. So you did.

You took careful steps towards him, his back facing you and you placed both your hands on his back. The action caused him to jump, sending his arm load of snacks flying, he’d been caught so off guard, sending his webs shooting everywhere trying to grasp onto as many things as possible. “Peter it’s just me!”

He looked at you from over his shoulder and his stare softened. “You can’t just sneak up on a guy when he’s.. when he’s-“

You looked at him in confusion, waiting for him to finish.

He stuttered a bit, searching for the right word, eventually landing on “foraging!”

“You’re… foraging?”

“Yes. Yes I am.” He replied, confident in his answer. You just giggled and he nearly drooled at the sound, having only heard it when he dug into his box of memories with you and replayed them at night.

“Sorry, Petey. I’ll leave you to it.” You said, sending him an apologetic smile after placing the dropped food on the counter and making your way back to your room.

“Wait.”

You turned and look over at him. He couldn’t avoid you for much longer, even though the want he had, locked up in his heart, for you pained him, he’d rather be able to love you as a friend than not at all.

“D-do you wanna come to my room and- and watch a movie?” He asked, reaching out for a packet of swedish fish for you and it all took him back to the moment you first met. How kind and accepting you’d been to him, how much he appreciated that you allowed him to love you.

You broke out into a full blown smile, nodding your head eagerly and he jogged up beside you and walked to the elevator.

Atop his bedsheets were crumbs and wrappers of every sweet treat imaginable, a crappy netflix original playing on his laptop for the both you to take the piss out of.

It was as if your slump never happened, and you didn’t want to think about it too much. Shifts were natural, and Peter had his own life. Maybe things were going on that you just didn’t understand and you didn’t want to waste your time with him by dwelling on the past. But there was one thing you couldn’t get over.

“Hey, P?”

“Yeah?” He asked, eyes focused on the screen.

“Earlier… in the kitchen… how come you jumped when I came up behind you?”

Peter tensed up at that, having thought about it himself since you started the movie.

“I- I don’t know.”

“I thought I was no match for your spidey senses!?” You remarked with a teasing tone.

“I guess I’d never register you as a threat, angel.” He said, not daring to look at you.

Your cheeks burned as they seemed to always do whenever Peter was around and you couldn’t help your mile wide smile. You hummed out happily and pressed a sloppy kiss on his cheek, pulling back immediately.

Peter snapped his head towards you, lips parted in awe and you hid your face behind your hair. “You can’t hide from me now.” He said, more delicate than you’d ever heard him say it before, and used a finger to tuck your hair behind your ear and tilt your chin towards him.

You both leaned in, foreheads resting against one another’s, “You caught me.”

He smiled against your lips, massaging your bottom one with his top for a few blissful seconds, before pulling away for what would surely be the last time that night, “that I did, lovie.”

[tinyyoungblood]

hi!! adore your work love. could you maybe do smth where stark!reader has to get her wisdom teeth out but HATES the dentist so she brings her boyf peter and her dad w her?? and then when they get home the avengers are all waiting with like comical amounts of flowers and stuffed animals and then reader says some funny shiii and thor thinks she’s like dying lol. idk if that made sense but i’m getting my wisdom teeth out soon and i’m scared😭 thank u so so much love u babe

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

a/n: tysm lovely :,) i rushed through this like my life depended on it, but i hope i’m not too late. either way, i hope you’re okay! it’s frightening but those bad boys gotta go because we don’t need that kind of energy in our lives. enjoy x

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wisdom teeth? more like wisdoom

y/n has to get her wisdom teeth removed and it’s the singular most dreadful thing she’s ever had to do, which says a lot because her dad is tony richling stark

doing dreadful things she doesn’t want to do but still somehow end up doing just because she can is a personality trait at this point

no one really makes a big deal out of it since ~death~ is part of their job description, but y/n is terrified

and when a stark is terrified the only thing that will keep them one step from insanity is researching the hell out of it

that information will be info dumped into every conversation for the next few weeks leading up to the appointment

“y/n you need anything from the store?” "no thanks, did you know the side effects of getting your wisdom teeth out include ✨sudden death or blood clots✨ tho” “……..i have a coupon?”

the day of the appointment, peter comes along and literally doesn’t let go of y/n’s hand. he keeps touching her to let her know that he’s there and it’s so. adorable

he would rest his hand on her knee, gently stroke her back while holding her, or just play with her hair

happy drops them off and he’s too Cool™ for emotions but he knows y/n’s a wreck, so he just fist bumps her with a single nod and she almost breaks down bc it’s really affectionate

y/n is sitting in the dentist chair and genuinely nothing is happening yet, but she’s squeezing peter’s hand like it’s a sponge

peter might have a high pain tolerance but he’s in pain pain and he prays that his hand won’t just explode on him

the dentist notices how peter tries to keep it together and chuckles

“you okay there, son?” “yea it’s fine, had a better time when a building fell on me tho haha” “pardon?” “oh i mean i didn’t have a good time, i just had a better time”

because y/n is running Anxious Town™, the dentist gives her a sedative to help her relax 

plus, an injection of local anaesthetic to numb the tooth and surrounding area

she doesn’t feel anything and it’s GREAT

the procedure is quicker than expected and now the real fun begins

she tries to walk but she falls down so peter scoops her up bridal style and happy stays glued at her side

y/n doesn’t mind although she literally doesn’t recognise them and they’re practically strangers to her

but girly sees an opportunity and tries to flirt with peter bc why wouldn’t she

“you’re pretty” *blushes* “why thanks” “you should let your girlfriend know” “i should let her know i’m pretty?” “so you do have a gf? :(” “yea it’s you” “:)”

they stop for gas and peter goes in to get some water for y/n, and in her infinite wisdom, she decides it’s burger time

her mouth is completely numb and she’s practically leaving a trail of drool behind her, but she’d kill for a burger right now

so she wobbles around aimlessly for an hour on some random parking lot as if the ground might just magically open up like a rabbit hole and lead her to five guys

she’s going places. not back to the car. definitely not five guys. they’re closed. but places

peter finally finds her and he’s drenched from head to toe in sweat. he doEsn’T wAnt tO tALk abOut iT tho so she lets him take her to subway instead

normally, she would know that peter’s usual subway order is bread-lettuce-jalapeño

but in her drugged-up state, it had simply slipped her mind so now she’s staring at him like he’d just murdered someone right in front of her

“that- that’s your order?? no meat or anything just bread, lettuce, and a little spice?”

meanwhile at the compound, sam and steve are ordering everyone around bc they want to decorate this place before y/n gets home to surprise her

they take it very seriously too. they’ve watched like one HGTV show and said it’s our time

they finally get home and tony gives y/n a big hug, asking her what took so long

happy tells him that she was keen on getting burgers bc apparently someone has taught her that stressful times call for ~cheeseburgers~

he proceeds to look at tony with a pointed look

tony just shrugs and goes “she was a problem child. we don’t mention her dark past”

she’s swaying on the spot and keeps grinning like a fool and thor just stares at her weirdly before elbowing bruce and whispering loudly,

“what’s wrong with her? is she dying? should i start collecting leaves, i know this remedy—"

no one can tell if y/n is just happy to see the newly decorated home or if she’s just delighted to see everyone but then she goes around hugging the entire team

she doesn’t even acknowledge the sky-high pile of teddy bears and flowers everywhere bc she’s just squeezing everybody

y/n is so high, she just starts to spill all of her feelings about everyone and they’re already so overwhelmed by the hug chain they can’t take this too

“wanda i just want you to know that you’re like my big sister and you’re always taking care of me and i know you and vision are just going to make such good parents one day”

“bucky you absolute PRICK, you FIEND, you’re the best chess player ever and that’ll never change and i wouldn’t be good without you, i hate to say it but you deserve happiness even after you made me lose five times in a row yesterday”

“dad, you’re so strong and smart, even though we’re like never on the same page, you’re always along for the ride, i want to be like you when i grow up, i swear i’m gonna try to be as good to the avengers as you were to us” “aww- wait makes you think i'll be the first to die“

“nat you’re such a bitch about your protein shakes but you’re my best friend and i wouldn’t have it any other way, you can try out as many make up looks on me as you want”

“bruce, brucey, i would live with you in your lab for the rest of my days if i had to, whenever you ask me to hand you stuff i feel useful and important”

“laura’s way out of your league clint i have no idea how the fuck you got her but don’t lose her and i want to be your next child’s godmother”

“steve…we’re your family now. we’re always gonna be your family now. okay?”

“loki you’re not fooling anyone with your attitude, we all know you’re part of the family, you were just misunderstood and messed up bc of your dad–FUCK him by the way–but i realised everyone deserves as many chances as they need because of you”

“sam i would genuinely kill anyone who wronged you, even if they cut you in line at the grocery store, i would knife them no hesitation”

“thor, you poor golden retriever have been through so much, on my way here i made a wish on an eyelash for you bc you deserve better, your postcards always make my day, love you”

she mumbles something to peter that no one else can hear but he blushes and chokes back a sob

y/n orders hot soup and bucky brings it to her but before he even has time to react peter drops everything and ZOOMS across the room in .3 seconds

he barrels into bucky so hard they both go flying, but peter just smoothly rolls out of it and onto his feet like some kind of super ninja

“DUDE WHAT THE HELL” “😠 y/n is not supposed to drink hot liquids 😠”

all of this happens in mere seconds but sam has filmed it all and now slow mo clips go viral online of some mysterious kid knocking over the winter soldier

y/n’s a little in and out after that, but when she fully regains consciousness, she’s on a pile of blankets, surrounded by the team on the floor <3

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let me know if this is actually comforting lmao stay hydrated pals

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[notwonderlandsworld]

Hazy Escape [4]

Finally (Y/N) is gonna run into Batman. The story is FINALLY moving omg Idk why it took me so long LOL.

I don’t think I need to explain but…

(Y/N) = Your Name (L/N) = Last Name

And I would also like to say that the gif below is a LITERALY PERFECT representation of what (Y/N) see when they enter the Shadow Realm.

pairing(s): Bruce Wayne/Batman x Metahuman!Reader

warnings: The mention of rape, gorey violence, disturbing themes, mentions of blood, and cursing. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

word count: 1527

CHAPTER 4

Entering the kitchen, he saw his sons eating—well more like arguing. He was most surprised to see Jason. Alfred was the first one to notice him. “Ah, master Bruce. You're just in time for dinner.”

Bruce smiled at the butler and shrugged off his coat, “Hello Alfred.” Looking over at his sons again, his eyes narrowed towards Jason. Jason looked up from his plate, cheeks stuffed with the Alla Carbonara Alfred made.

“Whuf?” he asked Bruce.

“You didn’t come to the cave last night.” Bruce scolded, sitting down. Alfred placed a plate in front of him.

“When I tell you why you’ll be happy.” Jason chided back. Damian sneered at him before looking at Bruce, “He claims to have found some information on the attacks that’d been happening, father.”

Bruce looked over at Jason, “Are you certain?” Jason nodded. As he was about to get up and order his sons down to the cave, Alfred interrupted.

“You can discuss your discoveries after you all finish eating.”

With that Bruce sighed and began to eat, glaring at the boys who started to laugh.

“It’s like you're an impatient kid.” Dick laughed, not before Tim added, “More like a kid who got told they need to wait for dessert.”

Jason covered his face, still laughing while Damian was looking away, trying to cover his amusement with a cough.

Bruce’s face relaxed before giving a small smile at the scene before him.

Alfred was doing the same in the background.

-

They all sat at the cave, shocked at what Jason had just told them.

“You mean to tell me that thing is actually a human?” Damian scoffed, disgusted shown over his features.

“I didn’t stay up all night keeping watch for nothing, demon spawn.” Jason smirked at Damian’s glare.

“Wait,” Dick stood up from the training mat, “But I’m still confused, how could a human cause such deaths? It doesn’t make sense since the bodies usually look like they were almost mauled to death. If it’s a human causing all this, then how would they manage to kill their victims so gruesomely?”

Jason shrugged, “Beats me.”

“Then it’s most likely a metahuman!” Tim yelled from across the cave, typing rapidly on the computer. “Especially if Jason said they saw them stop another criminal.”

“Did it stop or murder them?” Bruce asked, glowering over at Jason, who only glared back.

It grew quiet as the two continued their staring match. “They stopped them by murdering them.” Bruce growled before turning away, going towards the display that held his suit. Jason did the same.

“Um...maybe we should get ready.” Dick chided in quietly. The air seemed very tense. He looked over at Damian, “Come on, let’s suit up.” He smiled at Damian’s glare. “Tell that to Drake. He’s got his eyes glued to the screen still.”

“At least I’m being useful.” Tim snapped, eyes still focused on the screen.

Dick grabbed Damian before he could jump on Tim.

“What are you even doing, Tim?” Dick asked, still holding onto Damian—if looks could kill, Tim would’ve been murdered by the youngest Robin’s stare.

“Well you know how Jason told us the coordinates of where he witnessed the metahuman?”

“We don’t know if it’s a metahuman yet.” Dick said as he walked towards where Tim was at. Tim rolled his eyes.

“Anyways, based on said coordinates, it looks like it’s just a simple apartment complex.”

“Yeah, so?”

“So…” Tim pulled up an article on the screen. Dick looked over, his eyes widening.

APARTMENT COMPLEX FORCED TO CLOSE DOWN AFTER TENANT FACES RAPE CHARGES

“An apartment complex has been forced to close down after the independent owner, David Lennerr...” Dick read. He grimaced as he continued on, “...was recently charged with multiple rape cases by multiple residents of the complex.”

Following the article, Tim clicked on another one.

DEAD BODY FOUND NEAR GOTHAM CITY PARK

“It says here…” Tim began reading out loud, “An investigation has been opened for a body found near Gotham Park. The Gotham City’s Sheriff's station had stated they received a call about a dead body “found in pieces” at 3:00 a.m....” He scrolled down some more. He zoomed in on the text, “The body had been identified as David Lennerr…”

Damian—who finally managed to free himself—added, “Grayson, look at the date.” He did. The articles were written 8 months ago.

Tim looked over at Dick, “The apartment complex’s been abandoned. Yet, Jason says that’s where they live.”

“Do you think they…”

“Most likely.” Tim sat back and looked over at Bruce, who finished suiting up. He turned towards his sons, “Let’s go.” Tim jumped out of the seat and quickly rushed towards his own suit, “Wait up!”

Dick went over to change into his own before stopping in front of Bruce. “So...what are we going to do once we catch them?”

Bruce put on his cowl, “We’re going to turn them in.”

“That’s it? We’re not going to even talk to them? Not even going to ask what they are?”

“There’s nothing we need to talk about, Dick.” Batman narrowed his eyes at his oldest, who crossed his arms.

“That’s bullshit and you know it. We gotta at least figure out why they’ve been doing this.”

“What we need to do is capture this thing and get rid of it. Then we can talk.”

“Why don’t we—”

“Enough.” Bruce said, “Suit up, Nightwing.”

-

You had just been turning the corner of the street. You were originally supposed to get out of work earlier, but had chosen to work some overtime. “I mean hey, at least I got some extra cash now…” you said to no one in particular. Stretching, you sighed when you saw your apartment. Honestly, you could use the sleep.

You suddenly gasped as you got closer. Looking up at one of the rooftops, was Batman. You had seen him, but it looks like he hadn’t seen you. You noticed that he wasn’t alone either. It looked like he had his...sidekicks with him?

“Why are they here?” you whispered. It seemed like they were waiting for you, but why would—shit.

Shit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

This morning, when you felt uneasy, like you were being watched. Did one of them—Did they watch me this morning?

Slowly backing away, you figured you could go to a bar or somewhere for now. Maybe they’d leave after a while. As you turned around and left, you didn’t notice a figure looking down towards you.

“This is stupid. Todd, you are an insufferable liar!” Damian yelled at Jason, who glared over at the youngest Robin. “Huh? What the fuck are you on about?! This is where I saw them!!”

“You sure?” Tim asked. Big mistake. Just as Jason was walking towards him, Dick got in the middle. “Relax. If this is where Red Hood said he saw the incident, then we can wait a few more minutes before searching around the area. Batman?”

Bruce looked back at Dick, “Spread out. Search around the other areas nearby.”

The oldest sighed before nodding, the rest followed and went off. All except for Jason. Bruce stared at him. Jason just narrowed his eyes at him, “I’m staying here.”

Bruce didn’t say anything and turned back to face the ledge of the rooftop. Jason sighed before walking towards the opposite side. He was about to rest on the ledge till he noticed the figure not too far away. Looking down, he squinted then gasped once he noticed the figure walking away.

It’s them.

“Batman! I see them!” Jason yelled then jumped over to another rooftop. Bruce followed.

You were heading towards some random bar nearby when a gust of wind hit you from behind. Looking behind, you gasped when you saw the Red Hood again, Farther away, you saw two pointy ears and a cape. Fuck. I knew I felt like someone was watching me! What the fuck do I do?!

You slowly backed away, terrified. Looking around, you saw a broken streetlight. Just a few more steps and you could get near the shadows of it.

“We know it’s you.” The Red Hood stated.

“W-What’s me?” you asked.

“Enough with the act.” Bruce intervened, taking big strides towards you. Oh no.

Quickly trying to make a break for it, you ran as fast as your feet could take. Batman almost grabbed you before you reached the broken streetlight. You ran towards it and threw yourself into the shadow realm. You were panting as you looked back. You managed to make it through. Thank god. You fell to the ground in relief.

Bruce gawked at the wall. So it was you. Tim was right. He saw you vanish through…he didn’t even know how to describe what he just witnessed. Regaining his composure, he glared at his hand. He almost had you. Meanwhile behind him, Red Hood noticed something fell on the floor when Bruce ran after you. It looked like a wallet. Picking it up, he opened it. “Hey Batman.”

Bruce turned around and saw Jason holding a wallet open for him to see. Inside was your ID.

(L/N) (Y/N).

AHHHH I don’t know if this chapter is any good but omg next is chapter five. Tell me what you guys think!

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[kai-writes-fan-fiction]

Little Scratches

Sorry I’ve been off the map for a min lol, I’ve had school. But without further adieu, I present this request and the fic to go along with it:

Pairings: Fem!reader x Natasha x Wanda x Carol

Warnings: Mentions of rape, mentions of assault, mentions of physical injury

Word count: 2134

You shuddered in an alleyway, trying to process what had just happened. You couldn’t wrap your head around the evil of the world, the corruption of alphas. You were an Omega, which had become a rarity, which leads alphas, deltas, and even betas alike to take advantage of you.

You had been raped, assaulted, and kidnapped throughout the years; this night was no different.

You cried in a corner next to trash bags and rats. To alphas, you were no more than street trash; you were to be used and then thrown out.

You were tired, and you thought you were hearing things when you heard soft footsteps approach you. You looked up carefully, and three alpha women were staring at you kindly. Great. More alphas, just what you needed.

A long-haired read-head with ivory skin scented the air and then spoke, “Little omega, what're you doing out here all alone? I can smell your distress. Are you ok?”

Her voice was soft, calming, and not aggressive. You whispered, “I-I’m ok.”

“No, you're not. Come with us; it's ok. We're not going to hurt you. What's your name, hon?” The blonde in the middle asked you? It wasn't aggressive; you could tell she just wanted to protect you; her alpha senses had kicked in after your distressed scent soured the air.

“I-I-I’m (Y/N).” You spluttered.

“Hi (Y/N). I’m carol, and this is Natasha and Wanda.” Carol motioned to the two women standing next to her. “We aren’t going to hurt you; just come with us. We’re going to get you cleaned up, little love.” She whispered kindly, putting her hand out for you to take.

You warily put your hand in hers, tears of abuse from alphas taught you to be careful and untrusting, but it seemed the three women in front of you had no ill intentions.

“Welcome to our pack, dear.” Natasha quipped with a smile.

You smiled softly; these women felt warm, felt like home.

They lead you to a car. You were wary, as this is how many kidnappings had started. Wanda must’ve sensed your unease as she reached out and touched your other hand, the one that wasn’t in Carols, softly.

“I know what you’ve been through, but it’s ok. We’re just going to take you back to the compound. We’re going to take care of you, bubs.”

Her words were soothing, and, although you were still wary, you allowed yourself into the car, and you were sandwiched in between the three alpha women.

“Happy, could you take us to the compound? We found an Omega.” Natasha asked the driver.

The compound? That’s what they called their home? Weird, you thought. Although the women seemed harmless primarily, something was fishy.

Wanda, who was on your right, must’ve felt how you were feeling again; it seemed she could almost read your mind and instinctively put her hand on your thigh. It wasn’t a sexual advance, rather a wordless “you’re ok.”

“We’re going to take you back to the compound and clean you up. You can stay with us if you’d like.”

You turned to Natasha and nodded.

“We’ll have Bruce do a work-up, too. See if you have any hormone imbalances. We want to make sure you’re healthy and clean.” Natasha brushed your hair softly behind your ear.

When she did, she noticed you had a black eye, as well as bruises and scratches on your face and neck. You quickly squirmed to cover them back up, but she just pulled your hair back again, trailing the pads of her fingers down your cuts.

“Oh, honey. It’s ok. We’ll never do anything like this to you. You’re safe now, and it’s going to be ok. We‘ll protect you. We need an omega in our pack, anyways. The rest of the Avengers have been trying to find one, but Omegas, especially ones with scents as unique as yours, are a rarity today.” She cupped the side of your face; her scent was sweet and cinnamon-y. You let your head fall into her hand, showing her that you trusted her.

Avengers? You hadn’t been keeping up with ty news, as you were often in hiding. But, you recognized the name?

“Avengers?” You asked, voice hoarse from all of the screaming you had done earlier. When a pack of six alpha prime, males, abducted you from the street, you tried your shriek that was supposed to paralyze alphas for a short period.

“We’re the Avengers… Do you not know who we are?” Natasha Inquired.

“I’m afraid that I don’t; I don’t watch the news often. The name sounds… vaguely familiar.” You said, eyes glossy as you tried to reach the depths of your brain that might contain information about “The Avengers.”

The three women saw the gears turn in your head, and then your eyes suddenly lit up.

“I know who you are!” You exclaimed, wide-eyed. “I’ve heard of you!” You were in the presence of heroes, the hero’s that defeated that ugly purple ballsack two years ago.

You were having issues keeping your amazement inside. These women were some of the most badass women ever, and they had chosen you to join their pack.

“We’re going to be about an hour's drive.” Happy, the driver, called from the front.

An hour? You weren’t going to stay awake that long, you thought. Wanda must’ve “read your thoughts” because she said, “It’s ok, we know you’re tired. You can sleep now.”

You allowed your head to fall onto Carol's shoulder, and she seemed honored that you had chosen her and happy that you trusted them.

You slowly allowed yourself to drift off, smelling the sweet cinnamon air before finally falling asleep.

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It must’ve been an hour after you’d fallen asleep, as you were awoken by delicate jostling.

“Hey ‘mega.” Sang a sweet voice.

You opened your eyes and were greeted by a smiling face, Carol's smiling face. You groggily smiled back, standing up slowly.

“Are we here?” You asked, taking in the giant grey building in front of you with endless windows.

“We’re here, bubs! Welcome to the Avengers compound.” Wanda said, smiling kindly.

You looked around at the landscape and saw a vast wood with rolling hills that seemed to go on forever.

“Where are we?” You asked no one in particular.

“We’re upstate. You’re still in New York State.” Natasha motioned to the compound, saying, “Should we go in? Bruce is waiting for us.”

“Yeah, ok. Lemme sit down for a sec; I’m still pretty tired.” You murmured, collapsing into the car seat once more.

“You ok? Lemme carry you in little love.” Carol gleamed, happy she could help and protect her little Omega.

She picked you up quickly and bridal style. You rest your head against her chest as she carried to what you assumed was the med-bay.

“Bruce said he’s going to be here soon. He’s just going to make sure you’re ok, and we’re going to find out who did this to you.” Carol mumbled, setting you down on a soft bed.

You gripped onto her, not letting her go even after you had been set secure on the bed. You were trying to send a message, and she received it. She pulled up a chair and sat next to your bed. Natasha and Wanda chuckled and moved to exit.

“No! Please, stay here.” You begged them.

You knew they couldn’t say no to their little omega, and they seemed to feel just as privileged as before, privileged that they got to call you their omega.

A few minutes later, a beta male walked into the room where you were sitting. He scented the air and grinned at Natasha, Carol, and Wanda and said, “You’ve finally brought home an Omega! What’s the damage the city Alphas did to her?”

He walked over to your bedside, examining your cuts and bruises.

“We’re not sure of the full extent, but she looks pretty banged up.” Natasha grimaced.

She was correct; you looked grim. Your entire body was covered in bruises, welts, cuts, and scrapes painted your skin.

You winced when Bruce lightly touched a deeper cut.

“Some of these are infected, sweetie. How long have you had them?” He asked you.

You looked to Natasha, and she nodded. “I-I’m not really sure. I’ve been kidnapped and assaulted so many times; I just don’t keep track anymore.” You whispered, looking down at your fidgeting hands.

You began to sob silently. You stayed still, but tears dripped from your eyes down into your lap.

Everyone in the room smelled your distress radiate from your body and went into action. Carol wrapped her hands around your own; Wanda began to purr deeply, which relaxed your body. You fell limp into Nat's arms, and she laid you softly on the bed.

“I’m going to do a full-body exam, make sure there aren’t any other infected wounds, ok?” Bruce looked up to you, still lying limp on the soft pillows.

You nodded, and he lifted your turtle neck blouse. With the help of Wanda, the blouse was off of your body, as well as your pants, but your undergarments still remained. They wanted to make you feel as safe and comfortable as possible, and stripping you down was not the way to go.

Your entire torso was covered with bruises, and a few cuts, all of which were infected. Scrapes and welts plagued your legs, a few scratches on your legs were also infected.

“Sweetie, it’s going to be ok,” Bruce whispered before turning and grabbing a tub of cream from a cabinet. “This will ease the pain and slow the infection. I’ll clean them out later, and we’ll finish the last of your check-up after you rest. You’re exhausted, and that hinders your body’s healing process. Sleep will also aid in regulating your Omega hormones.

He was right; you were exhausted. You allowed yourself to melt into the mattress, and Wanda pulled up the blanket, so it was snug to your chin.

“Do you want us to stay in here or give you privacy, bubs?” Wanda inquired.

“Please, stay.” You whispered; you couldn’t go any louder.

“Ok, we’ll stay. Get some sleep, little omega.” Carol stroked your forehead with the pads of her fingers, scared she’d aggravate one of your cuts.

You felt safe and warm; these alphas were taking care of you so well. You finally submitted to sleep, a, for the first time in a very long time, it was restful.

“Thank you.” You breathed out, doubtful anyone had heard you, but your alphas had, and their hearts melted.

They made you feel this way. They already loved you and were so excited for you to meet the team, in your own time, of course.

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Y’all want a part 2?

[raineydays411]

The adventure continues

Bruce Banner x daughter! reader

Summary: It’s been about two weeks since you’ve been on Sakaar. You and Loki have been kissing the Grandmasters ass in order to stay in his favor. That’s when you see a familiar face.

A/n: Hello! So I finally found the energy to write this chapter lol sorry it took so long. Also, I’m not too sure how to spell Sakaar, soo if there are different spellings please ignore that 

You sigh as you sit next to Loki. It’s been about two weeks since you came to this planet. You haven’t even begun looking for your father. No, instead you and Loki have been running around kissing the Grandmasters ass. 

You found the man amusing, his chaotic energy was entertaining to say the least. But he had an air of danger to him. You tried to make sure to stay on his good side. Loki seemed to have the same idea as well. 

You and Loki have become significantly closer during your stay here. You never thought that you’d be so close to the God that tried to take over your planet, but here you were. Since your talk in the tailor's room, Loki has become increasingly overprotective over you. He was constantly by your side, glaring at anyone who dared to come up to you. Now as annoying as that sounds, he has gotten you out of some sticky situations. 

For example, there was this one time this alien tried to kidnap you, claiming that as a terran, you’d make him rich. Well before he was able to step even a foot away, Loki was there and almost ripped his arm off. The only thing that stopped him was the Grandmaster. He assured you and Loki that the kidnapper would be taken care of by his “Champion”. Whatever that meant.

That was another thing you tried to avoid on this planet. The Grandmaster’s fights. Something about the idea of sometimes innocent beings being forced to fight for others entertainment was wrong to you. And while to the rest of the population it was the norm, you just couldn’t stand the thought of watching these people slaughter each other.

Other than these few incidents, you and Loki have fit in pretty nicely. Loki was at ease with this crowd, charmingly talking to them and winning them over with his silver tongue. And you have made a name for yourself as well. You were known as one of the best storytellers in Sakaar. Of course, you usually told plots of the movies, plays, and books you memorized from Earth. But what they didn’t know won’t hurt them. But unlike Loki, you were getting restless. You wanted to find your father and go home. You miss Tony and Pepper, the way they were so sweet to each other, and the way Steve would ruffle your hair in the kitchen after his work outs. You wondered of they were worried about you as  you have been missing for two weeks now. 

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice a familiar face who was strapped down in a chair. However, you did notice when Loki went tense next to you. Looking up at him you raised an eyebrow, silently asking if he was okay.

“I’m fine”, he said quickly, “Darling, it seems as if the Grandmaster will be inviting us to watch the newest competition, perhaps you’d want to make yourself scarce before he comes.” 

You smile, appreciating the warning and stood up excusing yourself. You thought you heard someone call for Loki, but brushed it off as he was very popular among this crowd. You made your way to your room, desperate for some peace and quiet. 

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Loki lets out a relieved sigh, knowing that if you saw Thor in that chair, you would have made a rash decision and ruin all the plans you both had made.

He stands up, excusing himself from the small group that formed around him. He rushes to Thor, shushing him.

“What?!” ,Thor asks confused on why Loki was shushing him. 

“You’re alive?”, Loki says, in a hushed tone. Thor looks up at him as much as he could, the chair restricting his movements. 

“Of course I’m alive!”, He shouts quietly

“What are you doing here?”

“What to you mean what am I doing here?!” ,Thor says exasperatedly, “ I’m stuck in this stupid chair! Where’s your chair?”

“I didn’t get a chair”

“Then get me out of this one!”

“I can’t”

The two brothers were so caught up in their silent bickering, they didn’t notice the Grandmaster appear right next to them.

“What are you whispering about?”

The two jumped apart. 

“Time works differently around these parts.”, He says, “Anywhere else I would be like millions of years old but here in Sakaar I’m like...”

He trails off, leaving an awkward silence. He smiles and glances at Loki as if he was waiting for him to say something. Loki laughs nervously, looking from Thor to the Grandmaster. Thor looked in between the two totally confused on what was happening. 

Seeing he wasn’t going to get an answer, the Grandmaster continued, 

“ In any case, you know this uh, um”, he turns to Thor, “ You call yourself the ‘Lord of Thunder?”

“God of Thunder” ,Thor corrects, he gestures at Loki, “Tell him”

“I have never seen this man in my life.” 

“He’s my brother!” ,Thor shouts getting frustrated.

“Adopted.”

The Grandmaster looks at Loki, “ Is he any kind of fighter?”

“You take this thing out of my neck and you’ll find out.” 

The Grandmaster laughs in amusement, as if Thor told him a joke instead of threating him. 

“Hey Sparkles, here’s the deal, anyone who defeats my champion shall win their freedom.” 

As the Grandmaster and Thor had their conversation, Loki’s mind was racing. He had a plan. A plan to overthrow the Grandmaster and (reluctantly) help you find your father, even though he doesn’t know who your father is. He already adjusted the plan when you arrived, and now Thor. He has to keep both you and him in the Grandmasters favor. 

He’s snapped out of his thoughts when he hears Thor call his name once more. He turns to see him being carted away on the chair he was bound to. He smiles at the Grandmaster and excuses himself, forcing himself to mingle once more and not rush off to find you. After a while, he manages to sneak away from the crowds and go back to his room. He finds the room where all the gladiators are being held and makes a clone, stepping into the prison. He sees Thor, saying a prayer for Odin as they were not able to give him a proper burial. He joins in, seeing Thor tense up at his voice. 

“It hurts doesn’t it...being told you are one thing only to find out that it was a lie.”

Then Thor turned and sat indignantly, refusing to acknowledge Loki.

“I couldn’t jeopardize our position with the Grandmaster. It took time for us to win his trust. He’s a lunatic, but he can be amenable.” 

ping. Thor throws another pebble at Loki. Loki sighs, knowing that it was going to be useless talking to him at the moment.

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You sat in your room, listening to music on your phone. You may not have any cell service, but surprisingly, this planet has great Wi-Fi. 

You’re writing in a journal you found in the bag Strange gave you. Ever since that first day you arrived at Sakaar, you have been journaling your experiences, thoughts, and feelings in this journal. You also have been writing down methods you could use to find your dad.

You were so lost in the music and your writings that you didn’t notice Loki walk into your room. He saw that you weren’t paying attention and decided to scare you. 

He crept quietly, making sure to make no sudden movements that would catch your eye. But before he could actually scare you, you spoke up. 

“Don’t even think about it Loki.”

“How did you know it was me?” ,He asked, surprised at your reflexes. 

“I can smell your hair gel from outside the door.” You say, rolling over to look at him and removing your earbuds. You laugh at the offended look on his face. 

You both chuckle and then Loki’s face turns serious. 

“Y/n, we have a problem.” 

At those words, your heart begins to race. You worry that the Grandmaster has lost trust in the both of you, or he has become suspicious of you both. 

“What’s wrong?”, You ask, chewing on your lip in anxiety. 

“It seems that Thor has found his way on Sakaar.” 

You breath a sigh if relief, “ Oh, is that it? That’s fine, we can just get him on board and adjust out plan--”

“No, we can’t.”, Loki interrupts.

You squint in confusion, “Why not?”

“It seems that the oaf has gotten himself captured and forced into the gladiator fights.”

You gasp and quickly stand up, “We have to help him! He could be killed!”

“Calm down”, Loki says, resting his hands on your shoulders, “ Thor is far stronger than you believe. He will be able to handle himself. What we need to do for now is to keep our heads, and stick to the plan.”

“Stick to the plan?! Loki, we can’t just leave Thor on his own!”

Loki sighs, “ It’ll be better in the long run. If the Grandmaster suspects mutiny, we can both be killed or forced to fight as well.”

You stay silent, taking in the words that Loki is telling you. 

“Alright.” ,You agree, disappointed you couldn’t do anything to help Thor.

“That’s a good girl.” Loki says, patting your head. He turns to walk out of the room, “ Come along, we mustn’t give the Grandmaster any suspicions.”

You roll your eyes, hiding your phone and journal in your bag. Following Loki down the hallways, you sigh. You miss home. You miss your dad, And you feel completely useless. 

“Darling”, Loki whispers, “Now, I know you don’t like the idea...but perhaps you should make an appearance at the fights”

Your eyes widen at the suggestion, but before you speak Loki continues. 

“ I won’t force you, but just know that the Grandmaster is incredibly proud of his champion, and you seeing it would be more points toward you.”

You nod. You’d have to go eventually. Might as well get it over with. 

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You and Loki arrive to the arena late. You didn’t miss much except for the opening act. You hear the roaring of the large crowd, thirsty for blood and carnage. It churns your stomach. 

Then the Grandmaster appears in hologram. You don’t really pay attention, you just force yourself to relax. You know that if Thor is fighting then he’ll be okay. But the thought of watching a friend murder another living being that is most likely innocent makes bile rise in your throat. 

You’ve never been a person who likes violence. Violence meant that you and your dad had to move again, violence meant that you would be left alone.

Despite this, Tony made sure that you knew how to defend yourself if you had to. You trained with Natasha at first but...it didn’t go so well. So you started training with Steve and Bucky. You learned quickly but hardly ever used your training. Mainly for stress relief or a good work out.

But here on Sakaar, you had to be on guard all the time. It was exhausting. You couldn’t imagine what it would be like if Loki wasn’t here. Surely without him you would be dead. 

You zone back in, hearing the Grandmaster introduce the first contender. 

“Ladies and gentlemen...I give you...Lord of Thunder. Watch out for his fingers, they sparkle.”

To your surprise, Thor walks out from his waiting area, the crowd booing as he enters. He was wearing different armor and most noticeably, his hair was cut. He had red markings going down the side of his face. 

“Jeez, now I remember why I had a small crush on him back in the day” you mutter to yourself. Loki looks at you in disgust and disappointment. You avoid his gaze, looking intensely at the arena. 

“Okay! Lets get ready to welcome this guy” 

The crowd cheers, getting excited for the next contender. The grandmaster rubs his hands together.

“Here he comes” 

a boom goes off and green smoke fills the air. The crowd applauds and cheers as they burst. 

“He is a creature. What can we say about him", 

Rumbling shakes the ground as the arena is lifted. Your chest fills with anxiety, this champion must be big if they have to lift the arena. You turn to Loki, seeing his face light up with a mix of emotions. 

“Well hes unique. There’s none like him” 

The rumbling continues as the area is still being lifted. 

“I feel a very special connection to him.” 

You see Thor prepare to fight, putting on a helmet. Concern fills your heart and the audiences cheers fill your ears. 

“Hes undefeated.” 

Loki’s words fill your head. Reminding you that Thor is a god. He’ll be okay.

“He’s reigning”

You settle down, trying to reign in your anxiety.

“He’s the defending.”

 Loki looks at you and smiles, brushing a curl out of your face and patting your cheek. You instantly feel better, knowing that someone is there for you.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I give you” 

“This guy really knows how to build suspense.” You whisper to Loki, who snorts into the drink he has. You both quiet down as the champions doors finally start to open.

“Your Incredible...” 

A roar fills the arena. A roar that makes your blood grow cold and your breath stop.

“HULK”

And there, bursting out of his holding area, was the Hulk. Dressed in gladiator armor, holding an axe and club in both hands. The crowd goes wild, cheering loudly at the sight of their champion. 

Your father, who has been missing for four years, was the Grandmasters champion.

“I have to get off this planet.” Loki says, pale at the memory of what the Hulk is capable of. He pulls you up from the couch, you lax with the shock, an rushes to leave.

“Hey, hey, hey where are you two going.” The Grandmaster intercepts the two of you guiding you both back to the seats. 

“Is she okay? She looks like she’s about to be sick” The grandmaster says, scooting away from you like you were contagious. Loki looks at you in concern and asks if you are okay. 

But you could barely hear him. You didn’t hear anything. You were just focused on the arena. Finally seeing the man who you were looking for.