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geezhigoquae · 9 months

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Reaching

Stephen Strange x Christine Palmer

Word count: 696

A/N: Found this in the notes app on my phone from when What If was on air back in September 2021. I remember there was meant to be three chapters so I'll write the others if I remember the plan.

Christine.

He groaned, twisting his body on the cold concrete. Power - power stolen over centuries - stirred in him, like a throbbing ache, the dull beat of an anvil.

It was wrong. It was so, so wrong.

Christine.

The sky was darkened by his grief, his madness and pain. The city, cars, buildings, people, streets were fading away, being stripped from existence.

Christine!

His heart was not gone - not entirely, but it was hardened beyond recognition. Like a wilted flower, poisoned by grief. His mind was inflicted too, and was driven to a blinding madness blocking out everything but what he chose to see.

He did not hear the words of the Ancient One, when she pleaded him to stop, when the echo of her soul from another universe reached out to help his.

The words did not reach his heart.

Christine.

Nothing could have convinced him to pull back. Not even himself. He’d come too far, sacrificed his everything, for one more chance. One more chance to touch her again and not watch her die in his arms, as he had so many times. One more chance to hear her voice, hear her laugh, and to watch their lives pan out without ending so abruptly on that night.

He was not a god. He had reached too far, taken too much, twisted the laws of physics and reality to such an extreme that it destroyed him. Only now did he see his arrogance.

“Is she worth it?”

Stephen turned around to her.

There was a disappointment in her eyes that broke him more than all his grief, multiplied over and over and over again, than years upon years of reaching for power, of a sadness that could end all this existence; all to have her again. His own reflection stared back at him through her eyes. And it was terrifying.

There was also fear in her eyes.

He now knew what a monster was made of. Heartache, and pain. Grief and regret, sadness and an utter desperation that grips the soul. It is the hammer that beats upon the broken, shattering a creature to none more than the most terrible of sorrows. A wound that never seems to heal. It is the illusion that you can do anything to reverse your pains, when all that is really needed is to heal. It is the madness, the terrible bending of the human heart and the refusal to change or accept what is.

Not all the broken become monsters. Some become heroes, as many have.

“Stephen,” the Ancient One had said ages past, “oftentimes one’s grief can lead them to save others.”

“Well what if I don’t want to save others? I just want to save her.”

He could have been better, in another universe, another time. But instead he lay here, on the pavement of an old city block, in a universe threatening to collapse, beside the woman he’s lost it all for.

“Strange is meant to be the best of us,” words uttered in a distant universe.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

The world was breaking around him, physics and reality was breaking as the universe tumbled inward. I can fix this. I can fix this.

I’m so sorry, Christine.

He let go, purging the power from him. He tried to set it back. He tried to keep it open.

On the edge of it, he saw the Watcher.

“Fix this!” he screamed. “You can fix this!”

The Watcher fixed his sight on Stephen. “If I could fix this, I would.” His words echoed into the dying universe.

“No, no! I didn't mean for this to happen!”

“Stephen?” Christine looked up at him. “What did you do?” It seemed as though she could finally recognize him.

“No, no, no, no, no!”

He cradled her as she began to fade away, as with everything else. It felt wrong to touch her with so much darkness within him.

“I’m sorry, Christine. I am so, so sorry,” his cries left his lungs as he clung to her.

“Stephen?”

In that moment, the Watcher reached out and took one thing, before that universe died out like a briefly burning flame.

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thingsasbarcodes · 5 months

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What If...? 1x04 - What If... Doctor Strange Lost His Heart Instead of His Hands?

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purpledragongifs · 8 months

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elennemigo · 6 months

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"What If… Doctor Strange Lost His Heart Instead of His Hands?" | What If…? S01E04 (2021)

✦ GIFTOBER 2023 (+ @mcuchallenge) | Day 22/31: Yellow.

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hiwelcometothemonstersancturary · 1 month

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And that's how you begin to heal (and stop Catnap and Mommy Long Legs from killing each other at the hospital)

You were hurt. Not just emotionally, of course, you were pretty much dead inside for more than ten years at this point, but you were physically what anyone could only describe as "devastated". Your back ached with carrying the grabpack around for the last four days or so, you had broken three bones in your right hand, your arms and legs had almost been torn off at least twice, and, of course, the nasty cut from almost getting impaled.

Frankly, it was a surprise that you didn't just collapse the moment the first ambulance arrived. But if you did, then your newfound kids would have panicked, and the Prototype would have been really, really mad if there was another conflict just when you all thought this nightmare was finally over.

You were gently cradling Poppy in your lap when you saw the ambulance lights in the horizon. You had tried to prepare yourself for this moment since the end of the confrontation with the Prototype, but your heart was still almost breaking out of your body with how fast it was beating. And yet, you kept a calm exterior. Comforted an anxious Dogday, let Bunzo also take shelter in your lap, much to Poppy's dismay, even tried to distract Mommy Long Legs with a joke or two.

The cops arrived first. You had put yourself between them and the group of toys, trembling from head to toe. You didn't exactly know what exactly they were going to do, but Catnap's sudden apparition behind you made some of them shiver.

You calmed down the big feline as you approached the authorities. "These guys were trapped inside the factory", you calmly communicated. "Playtime Co. made them as experiments. They're organic, very hurt, and starving. Please put your guns away unless you want to startle any of those kids".

The man you that approached you had his eyes glued on the group, who, in turn, was staring back. Your thoughts went racing to the idea of Mommy Long Legs deciding to attack them in order to protect you or herself, and you immediately just gave him the bag full of paperwork you had found on your journey. He stared at the first paper, then quickly looked at the others, then simply said:

"What the actual fuck did Playtime got themselves into...?"

"Maybe try to leave a bucket close to you. Some of the things they did won't be good for your stomach".

The cop ignored you. Then the ambulances arrived, and all hell broke lose as your last remains of sanity and calmness fought a war in order to not die from the idea of any of the toys you had just rescued ending up attacking a doctor. You came back to the group, gently begged them to be patient and to please trust the humans dressed up like doctors, and to please remember these ones were there to help, not hurt, and to please stick to each other.

Then a mini huggy tried to bite a nurse. You called out for the little guy, who simply shrugged and approached Kissy Missy, headbonking her and begging to be close to her as the strange humans surrounded you.

An hour and a half later and everyone was at the hospital, trembling and anxious, and you were stuck with Catnap and Mommy Long Legs.

"C'mon, big boy", you called for the feline. "You can do it. Just let the nurse help you!"

Catnap hissed, loud and angrily, at both you and the man with the lotion for burn treatment. Long Legs was sitting close by, eye twitching and a smirk on her face as she watched the two of you.

"Why not?!"

"I can survive. I felt worse", he told you, eyes never leaving the nurse. "Now leave".

"Theo, weren't you the one who told the Prototype it was time for us to live instead of just survive?"

Catnap then looked straight at you, looking very unhappy. The growled again before, finally, offering one of his paws for the nurse.

"Don't try to pull any tricks. I know all of them".

"Like playing dead?", Long Legs chuckled. "Like what you did to me?!"

"And now, look at where we are. I have merely lost part of my ear. You, on the other hand..."

You sighed as Long Legs got up from her chair, hand on her missing arm: "Are you sad because Mommy scared you? Booh, booh, Mommy is so scary, Prototype! Please, help me destroy Mommy!"

"I learned how to hunt. You learned how to throw a tantrum".

"And Mommy never had to call Daddy for help when she was hunting!"

"If you two keep on like this I'll undergo cardiac arrest"

The two toys stopped hissing at each other to instead stare at you with wide eyes. You made a "hmph" sound, pointing at your own bandaged chest in order to further prove the point.

"See? I'm all hurt in there! If you two don't let the nurses and doctors treat you, then I'll be the guy needing treatment".

"No, no, nononono!", Long Legs dramatically gestured a half "X" sign with her single arm, quickly going back to just sitting on her chair instead of being all spread out. "You'll see how much of an excellent patient Mommy is, don't worry! I'll show you a good example!"

"...", said Catnap, growling quietly to himself as the nurse was finally able to treat him. "... I remember you going into disiciplinary confinement more times than I ever did".

"W h a t ?", Long Legs asked.

Catnap stared at the window, tail anxiously twisting. You merely melted in your own chair, staring at the serum next to you as it was slowly trying to make your body feel better again. The nurse kept on with his job, and the TV kept on playing an episode of Pingu.

They even had disciplinary confinement, uh?, you thought, not impressed in the slightest, the memory of having to hold Long Legs in your arms so she would let the doctor examine her passing through your mind.

Catnap and MLL were now staring at the TV, little Pingu entertaining them. Poppy was asleep in another room with Bunzo, Kissy and Huggy, while both Miss Delight and Dogday were undergoing more serious medical procedures for their "conditions". The other toys were being examined, and, if everything went well, would soon return to you. And Prototype was doing his job back at the factory at making sure no one would find the how tos of transforming a person into a toy...

You closed your eyes, feeling true relief for the first time in your life.

Maybe, just maybe, after all of this was said and done, you could all live together as one big family. That was what Poppy suggested, at least, and the other toys seemed happy with the idea. And also maybe, also just maybe...

You could finally feel free from all this guilt

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Oh, dear, this was harder to write than I thought, but it was a blast! I didn't proofread anything but I'm open for more requests regarding my own take on "Angel saves everyone"! And if you enjoyed this, please check out my commission info - it's all in my pinned post at ! garcavisconde! Thank you! <3

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aikoionic · 6 months

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I WANNA GROW UP ONCE AGAIN [ L.MK ] : TEASER!

yes it’s based loosely (heavily) on 3 idiots 👽

★彡 In college, you and mark form a strange relationship. (you think) he hates you for competing with him for being the smartest in class, while you’re just trying to get a your degree so your parents don’t marry you off to another rich families son. Years later, an old bet gives you and his two friends a chance to look for your long-lost acquaintance, who’s existence is rather elusive.

engineering major!mark lee x engineering major!reader (fem)

★彡 academic rivals, where tf did mark go after college, readers gettin married, johnny stops a plane, haechan forgets his pants, yuta is annoying, mark is gone. reader is the college headmasters daughter sorry if it isn’t obviously lol

「September 5th, Present Day, Johnny. 」 - You attack my heart, you attack my heart!

“in any case of an emergency landing, there are marked exits on either side of the plane.”

it’s days like these that johnny is reminded of how much his job absolutely sucks. it wasn’t his phobia of planes or the fact that he is thousands of feet up in the air and anything could go wrong at any time, it was the fact that he couldn’t keep any friend/relationships going as he was expected in a new country or city every week. the only thing that’s funded is the plane ride, not his entertainment, and the book infront of his face is no longer a story but instead just a bunch of letters on a page.

he often daydreams about what his life could’ve been like, you know, if he stayed with engineering and didn’t follow his passion of photography. he often thinks about college and all the great memories, along with the bad ones, he often thinks about his old friends. he often thinks about mark. mark was a strange, but a once-in-a-lifetime kind of friend, he always talked about the future and how he would love to go fishing every weekend when everybody was well in their forties. johnny feels stupid for believing that mark was right, that everyone was gonna stay friends forever. he recalls the last time he saw him, graduation. everyone was ecstatic that it was finally over, all the exams, all the stress. exactly one week after he was on a video call with haechan, complaining that mark wasn’t answering his phone. it was another week after that the messages stopped going through, and it was another month before he gave up all hope of ever seeing mark lee again.

“we kindly ask that all passengers put phones and laptops on airplane mode for the duration of this flight to new york, we wish everyone happy trave-“ , johnny feels the vibration of his phone through his pocket and the deafening ringtone follows immediately after. he bought this phone three years ago and still doesn’t know how to turn down that damn ringtone. he smiles apologetically at his neighbouring passenger as they grumpily twist and turn to get comfy again after being awaken.

“hello?”

…

“yeah, this is johnny..”

…

his face drops.

“sir, can you please put the phone away.”

“yeah, yeah, one second, please.”

he looks around frantically, he needs to get off this plane, and it’s not because he’s scared. he hastily unbuckles his seatbelt, he needs to get off this plane. he stands up quickly and wobbles, it’s about to take off.

“sir, please sit down, you could get hurt!” the flight attendant yells at him to be heard over the horribly loud plane engine.

“i-i..” he grasps his chest, trembling as if he’s in pain. all the nearby passengers shoot worried looks at the airline staff.

“i don’t- i nee-“, the plane jolts aggressively and he stumble to the ground, grip still tight on his chest.

an attendant reaches up from her seat to grab the phone next to her.

“captain, there’s is a medical emergency on board, you must stop the plane.”

johnny is slumped over in a wheelchair as two members of staff and an on-hand doctor rush through the terminal to get him to the hospital, he looks dead, i mean he hasn’t replied to the staff screaming in his ear to wake up. johnny slowly opens up one of his eyes, his plan worked! he’s off the plane! but how the hell was he supposed to convince the staff he’s fine and is just gonna go look for a taxi to take him home. maybe if he tells them all he needs is some rest? REST? YOU JUST FAKED A HEART ATTACK AND YOU THINK THEY’RE GONNA BELIEVE ALL YOU NEED IS REST?? johnny stops scolding himself and gets to thinking of another plan.

“wait!” suddenly, he jumps up from the wheelchair and puts his hands out to stop them. he breathes deeply a couple times, does a few jumping jacks. what is he trying to prove with this whole performance?

“i’m completely fine now! thank you! you guys carry on, i’ll handle myself from here!”

“sir, wait a minute, you’ve just had a heart atta-“

he ran.

he ran all the way down two escalators, three sets of stairs and out the main entrance. what a shit plan. now he just needs to get home, wait.., he feels around his pockets, where the fuck is his wallet? is he supposed to walk home or something? maybe he should’ve just stayed on the damn plane.

he sees a sign held up by one of the drivers sent for important businessmen, or rich kids who study abroad and get their parents to send them a driver when they come on their annual trip back home, mr. zhong chenle.

“heyy man, long time no see! where’s the car at? i’m super tired!”

“uhh… mr. zhong? is that you?”

“yeah! why, do i look different or something?”

“a lot taller than i remember..”

“growth spurt. now, where’s the car?”

“straight home, sir?” the driver asks after approximately 7 minutes of uninterrupted silence.

“yeah, but go through the downtown first, wanna see it all again, ya know.”

“whatever you say, sir.” the driver sighs, he must’ve never looked at the kids face if he thinks johnny looks anything remotely like a college student anymore. johnny picks up his phone and dials a number he’s dialled about a thousand times.

incoming call, johnny, 12:08pm.

the noise of ruffling bed sheet and pillows fills the room, and a hand groggily slaps the desk to look for their phone without using their eyes.

call accepted

“yeah, johnny, what do you want.” he says while stretching. haechan doesn’t do much on his off days but sleep in until one and play video games. he knows that as soon as he leaves his room his mother is going to give him about fifteen things to do, so he decides to just lock himself up in his room for the weekend.

“get ready in five minutes, i’m coming to pick you up.”

“why, what happened.” there was nothing johnny could say to get him out of his bed.

“yuta called, remember him?”

“yeah, ‘the silencer’” he smirked, the dumb nickname still remembered by the pair even after all these years.

“yeah well, he said that..”

“what, he said what?”

“he said.. that mark’s coming.”

haechan shot up from his bed, making his head rush at the speed.

“WHAT?”

“yeah, he said come to the campus at 1, meet him on the roof.”

he looks at the time on his smartwatch. 12:46pm.

“oh shit..”

“bro, just get ready, fast.”

“yeah, yeah i will!”

he ran toward his bathroom, brushing his teeth and washing his face simultaneously. his sister watched him curiously, confused at why he’s up and out his room at 12.

“listen, i’ll be back soon, tell mom okay?, wait, shoes.” he hastily put his shoes on and wrestled a shirt over his head. “marks back!” he grinned at his sister but she just silently stared at him, biting back a smile.

“wait, but where are you going?”

“just tell mom i’m coming back, okay?”

“‘hyuck, wait!”

“can’t, johnnys here!”

“but you don’t have pants on! donghyuck!”

her shouts fell to deaf ears and haechan raced out the house, looking around for johnnys car. he waved down the car after he saw johnny through the window. the door swung open and haechan jumped in, not even giving it a chance to stop.

“now you want to go home, right, sir?” the driver asked johnny, while haechan was busy tying his laces and trying to contain his excitement.

“yeah but go via the imperial college of engineering.”

“well.. ok sir.”

“ugh, forgot my socks dude!”

“you forgot more that just your socks, hyuck.” he stifles his laughter and points down at haechans legs.

“oh my god..”

the car swerves around a sharp corner and through the gates of the courtyard to the ICE, imperial college of engineering. johnny looks out the window in awe of his old college, which was probably the prime of his life.

the car stops and the boys jump out of the car, johnny goes around to the drivers window.

“thanks so much, now you can go back to the airport and pick up my brother, same last name - zhong!” johnny runs after haechan as he makes his way to the roof entrance.

they sprint up the steps, johnny taking down two at a time, all so that they can see their long-lost friend. they have so much to ask him, where the hell did he go, why’d he stop talking. johnny wanted to slap him and hug him at the same time but haechan just wanted his friend back. they were very close in college, they even shared a dorm room. haechan knows mark didn’t want to cut off contact from them, he knows there was something stopping him.

they make it to the roof right on time, and see yuta standing there with his back to them, staring off into the distance and checking his watch.

“mark?!” johnny completely ignored yuta and instead starts running around the roof after seeing no sign of his friend.

“hey yuta! where’s mark?!” haechan yelled, his eyes looking all around the roof, trying to find him.

yuta smirked and slowly pulled out his phone, still not facing them, waiting for them to realise he isn’t there and come over.

“welcome, guys, long time no see, huh?.” he was dressed up nicely, in a suit with the top button undone, sporting expensive shoes and jewellery, his hair was slicked back, a big difference from the untidy thing he had on his head in college.

“want something to drink?, isn’t this the same beer you guys used to drink up on this roof, late at night?” he forces them to think back to their college days, when they sat upon the roof of the engineering building and drank up to early morning, running to make it to their classes on time, hungover as fuck. he tosses the beer bottle toward haechan and he catches it right before it hits him in the stomach.

“where’s mark.” johnny was getting frustrated now, he stopped his plane with a fake heart attack to be here right now, all for mark.

“patience please, first, i want you guys to look at this.” he holds his phone up close to their faces. a picture of yuta shaking hands with a realtor infront of a big house was on the screen.

“check out that mansion behind me. $3.5 million.” yuta smiled with his teeth while showing off to them both. “swimming pool? heated. living room? oak wood flooring. my new 6496 cc lambourgini.” he swipes through a whole array of pictures showcasing all his luxuries.

you see, mark’s only academic rival wasn’t you, there also was yuta. he was an absolute pain the ass, annoying as fuck but too smart and good-looking for his own good. you, mark and yuta were fighting all year to earn the valedictorian title. always trying to out-do each other with project and homework for a good recommendation from your teacher. of course mark ended up getting it, he was so charming to some of the teachers but so insufferable to others.

“why’re you showing us all this, where’s mark?” haechan interrupted yuta’s spiel about his achievements, demanding to know why he went through all this just for mark to not even be here.

“you don’t remember?” yuta pulls up the date on his phone, the 5th of September.

haechan looked closely at the phone, “yeah that’s todays date, and what?”

yuta smiled and the two then pushed through them, walking up to a part of the wall around the door of the entrance to the roof, that looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in years, covered in green stuff you could only hope was moss. yuta pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket, kicks over a ladder covering part of the wall, and starts cleaning it.

haechan and johnny following closely behind him, curious to see what his explanation was for this.

there, carved onto the wall, was a date,

Sept 5th

“i bet you. ten years from now, we will meet here. same day, same place! and we will see who’s mor- who’s more successful” yuta slurred as he yelled sternly.

“d’you have the balls?! c’mon, tell me! tell me you’ll come back here!”

“remember now? i made a bet with that idiot right here. i kept my promise, i’m back.”

johnny threw the beer bottle at yuta’s feet and started marching towards him.

“I made my plane land, he forgot his pants, all to meet mark, we’ve searched for five years, we don’t know if he’s alive. but you think he’ll show up for your silly bet?”

“no i knew he wouldn’t.” yuta smiled. “he’s too scared.”

“am i gonna punch him or are you?” johnny turned to haechan then turned on his heel to grab yuta’s shirt. haechan stopped even though he really wanted someone to punch yuta.

“well then why’d you make us come here if it was just a bet between you two?” haechan asked.

“to meet mark.. and to see where i’ve reached and where he is.”

“wait, so you know where mark is?”

yuta slowly started nodding and smiled. “well, yeah.”

“w-where is he?”

“he lives up in the mountains now, probably works in some rich guys house or something.”

johnny and haechan turn to each other and smile, they’re gonna go find their friend.

“[name], are you ready to get the dress?!” your mother screams up the stairs even though you really aren’t that far away.

“yeah mom, just gimme a minute!” it’s been five years since you got your engineering degree. you got a good job, with good money, and a good life. but, something’s always been missing from your life, something that stops you from feeling like everything was worth it. you don’t like to think it, but it’s mark. mark was someone who you hated so much in your first year, you didn’t think you would make it to graduation. your past with mark lee is strange, to say the least. you never want to admit that you found yourself falling for him in your last year. he had you thinking your life was going to be amazing forever, that you would fill the gap that been empty this whole time.

yet, here you are, about to go pick up a dress for a wedding you really, really don’t want to be apart of.

your own.

you see, you thought that getting your degree and showing that you can take care of yourself would bypass the need to get you married off to another wealthy family like yourselves, clearly not as your father doesn’t have a son and needed someone to pass his college down to, it’s been passed down by his father and his father before that and his father bef- you get the point. but they thought the best idea was to get you married. it was supposed to be your sister, but she convinced your parents that they can try again with you after she found a man, an art student, to be precise, to marry instead of your family friends son, doyoung. the same doyoung who is going to be your husband in a few days.

you miss all of you friends and especially mark. maybe you wouldn’t feel so lonely if you had kept messaging mark. a little bit after graduation, you and mark got into a fight, something about him not spending enough time with you. you can barely remember what it was about, so clearly it wasn’t important enough to be the reason your whole life changed. the last message he ever sent you was asking for forgiveness and saying something about how you should leave with him. he said he had something to tell you. but of course, you were stubborn and didn’t even check his messages until a week after and when you tried to reply, you found out he blocked you. you don’t remember his number anymore, even though about six years ago it was one you thought you could never forget.

you think of johnny and haechan. two of the funniest guys you knew. haechan was great to study with and always had a great supply of energy drinks in his bag for those all-nighters. johnny was great for advice and pep talks before big exams, if it wasn’t for him your sure you would’ve pissed yourself during your final.

but, we’re they ever really your friends? mark’s blocked you and nobody knows if he is alive or dead, and johnny and haechan slowly but surely fell out of your grasp, the less and less the phone calls and hangouts got, the more you wanted everything to go back to the way it was. when mark was here.

your phone dings, pulling you out of your trance. it’s your sister, texting you that she’s outside waiting to go dress shopping with you, wedding dress shopping.

your phone reads 2:23pm, September 5th.

a/n : yay this is gonna be really good i hope, also it’s my first kpop fic i’m sorry if it’s bad, the whole fic will be out soon but i don’t have a date. honestly if this flops i might not post it lol. also you will find out why they call him silencer later :)! if you wanna be on my tag list for when this drops just ask :)

BYE 😘

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hydravns · 29 days

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DOCTOR STRANGE in MARVEL WHAT IF...? (2021 - 2023)

01x04: What if Doctor Strange lost his heart instead of his hands ?

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nerdpoe · 1 year

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To Fail and to Succeed

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Graphic depictions of death, descriptions of the sounds and smell of someone dying via electricity, don't read if u can't handle it. Take care of urself.

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Bruce was about to start falling asleep standing up, he could tell.

This couple had just talked nonstop for five hours about something that didn’t exist.

But he needed to act like Brucie, and Brucie needed to cement the fact that he was a frivolous idiot who would back other idiots like these ones.

His mind ached for something substantial to do, and the comm in his ear had long since fallen silent. He could tell that Dick was still there, at least; the snoring gave it away.

His other children had long since gotten bored and, after two hours of impressions and making fun of the Drs Fenton, had wandered off.

“-And that’s why our Portal is a guaranteed way to explore other dimensions!” Maddie cut into his thoughts, startling him to the extent that he had to put conscious effort not to tense up and dodge away from her proximity.

“You also get to skip that annoying airfare!” Jack worthlessly concluded, slapping Bruce on the back.

“Mom, Dad; you’re both on the no-fly list, remember?” Their daughter, Jasmine, the only blessedly normal one, reminded them on her way out the door. Bruce felt the involuntary sigh of relief leave him; they would not be able to legally fly to Gotham.

Thank god for small mercies.

“Oh Jazzie-pants, like that would stop us!”

Did Maddie Fenton just confess to a crime? Did that mean he could report them?

Could Bruce…go home?

“Easy B, just put up with it until after dinner and you get to come back to your usual broody cave. I’ll even ask Alfred to make you cookies.”

Damn. Dick had woken up.

Bruce grimaced and moved so his hidden camera was fully taking in the lab. One last shot before excusing himself.

“Well, this has been a very interesting-”

“Anyways the portal is ready to go now!”

And with very little fanfare, Jack Fenton slammed the power switch down and stood directly in front of the supposed interdimensional portal. Ghost Zone portal. Whatever, anyone who knew anything about dimensions knew what that thing really was.

Bruce tensed and prepared to yank the fool to safety, but…nothing.

Nothing happened.

Bruce could have cried with relief.

These two were far too scatterbrained to put their literal doctorates to use.

He instead opted for putting a hand over his still-rapidly beating heart and letting out a very small, very unnoticeable wheeze.

He’d already been lost to time once, if he had to do it again because of these two mad scientists-because that is definitely what they were and they were going on a watch list after this-he would have…

He…

Well, Bruce wasn’t sure what he would have done.

Waited for his kids or friends to get him out again and then personally apprehend the Fentons, probably.

Jack looked like he was about to cry.

Scratch that, the man was actively tearing up.

Maddie rushed over to comfort him and Bruce used their distraction to get a better look at the portal without all the background noise.

It was…surprisingly well built. There was no cable management, no safety features, and its very purpose was unhinged. Otherwise, a fairly solid build.

The Drs Fenton would definitely be on the watch list for potential villains.

All Bruce needed was for Tim to tell him how best to make sure this monstrosity never worked, but his chronically sleep-deprived son had just fallen asleep, so that would have to be put on hold.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Wayne, but it looks like the Ghost Zone is going to have to wait,” Maddie sighed, looking just as heartbroken over it as her husband, “In the meantime, why don’t we go get some burgers. Cheer ourselves up.”

Bruce nodded along, playing up the sympathetic look and herding the couple upstairs towards the front door.

Halfway to the strange amalgamation they called their car, he stopped.

His Dad Sense, as Jason called it, was going off.

Jack and Maddie were in front of him.

Jasmine was walking down the street to do…something. Possibly library, if he remembered the layout of the city correctly.

Their son, Daniel was…

Quiet.

For all he had been bugging them to see the Portal come online, he had gone upstairs with his friends and they hadn’t heard a peep since.

Now that Bruce was thinking about it, he hadn’t even heard any footsteps running around up there.

That was Not Good.

The only time teenagers were that quiet was if they weren’t in the house to begin with, or if they were planning something they weren’t allowed to do.

Bruce would know.

He’d semi-raised enough teenagers to know.

Daniel and his friends were about to do something Stupid.

And looking at the boy’s parents, they would probably cheer him on.

“Hey, how about I meet you guys at the restaurant,” Brucie said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck and laughing, “I just realized I should pick up some documents from the hotel! I’ll grab those and then we can get that funding underway, hey? Your inventions really are out of this world!”

“Of course, Brucie, you take your time!” Jack vigorously shook his hand, almost yanking Bruce’s entire body off the ground.

Was the man a meta?

“We’ll meet you at Nasty Burger!” Maddie called, revving the engine of that…thing.

Bruce stayed out long enough to wave at them as they drove away and ran over multiple streetlights-why did they have drivers licenses-before diving for the front door and rushing in as quickly as he could.

Through the living room, down to the left, onto the basement stairs and-

-no.

Why were teenagers like this!?

“B?”

Daniel Fenton was dressed in only a hazmat suit, one designed for chemical exposure and not anything else, and was walking into the highly electrified metal arch.

“B, get him out of there!”

Bruce was already leaping over the railing, landing on a table and scattering the glassware. Daniel’s friends, Samantha and Tucker, bolted away from him, taking the phone they had been using to record their stupid stunt with them.

He ignored them.

“Daniel James Fenton!” The boy’s name was ripped from his mouth, voice in full Batman mode, before he even had time to think.

Daniel jumped.

Daniel turned around too quickly for his own two feet.

Daniel tripped.

Daniel fell.

Daniel reached out to stabilize himself.

Bruce was two steps away.

Then the world went Green.

Bruce couldn’t hear what Dick was saying as his body soared through the air and landed hard against the opposite wall.

What he could hear was the unending screams of a child being electrified to death.

He shakily pushed himself up, ignoring the pain from the probable concussion, and forced himself to stand.

The air was thick with smoke, and Bruce gagged when the smell hit him.

Pork roast.

Burning plastic.

The sickly-sweet scent of rot.

“-uce! Bruce! Are you okay?! I’m sending-”

Bruce was not okay.

Bruce could not string together a plan, and Daniel was still screaming.

If Daniel could still scream, then it meant that Daniel was still alive.

Bruce didn’t think, for once.

He charged forward, stuck his hands into the Lazarus Green portal, grabbed what he assumed was Daniel, and pulled.

First through the portal were the arms he was clutching, followed by a head of glowing white hair, and, finally, the rest of the boy.

It was Daniel, Bruce was sure. Same body build, same face, just different colors.

It would be fine.

Barry had survived his lab accident, Daniel would too.

He had to keep telling himself it would be fine, or his brain would shove him back to Ethiopia; with the same smells and the same smoke and a different dead child.

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Danny felt himself being yanked out of the pain, through the green, and laid on the floor of his parent’s lab.

He took his time, shivering and twitching as he hyperventilated. Whatever had just happened to him, he didn’t need to come back to himself until absolutely necessary.

He swore he could still feel the electricity burrowing under his skin, crawling up his spine, and-

-He didn’t want to think about that anymore.

Danny just wanted to go to bed.

Or play video games.

Or get a hug.

Danny could really go for a hug.

The shivering was dying down, and the twitching had almost stopped.

One more minute and he was starting to get his breathing under control too.

Opening his eyes, the first thing Danny saw was Mr. Wayne, crouched in front of him, talking to someone Danny couldn’t see, and looking over Danny with glowing, iridescent green eyes.

“Daniel, can you hear me now?”

Danny nodded, not trusting his voice to work.

“Good, hold on; there’s a…very specialized medical team who need to look you over.”

Oh, no.

Danny decided it was time to tell his voice to suck it up.

“Don’t-don’t tell my parents!”

Mr. Wayne paused, staring down at him incredulously.

“Are you joking?”

Wow, Mr. Wayne sounded a lot like Sam when he was pissed.

Time to butter him up.

“No. I’m not. By the way, Mr. Wayne, whoever told you that the uh, white streak was a good look for you definitely deserves a raise! Totally! Also I swear I won’t tell anyone you’re a meta.”

Mr. Wayne froze, staggered up, and turned to look at the mirror next to Sam and Tucker.

They looked horrified, but they’d also just found out one of the richest men in the world’s deepest secret, so Danny couldn’t blame them.

Then Mr. Wayne let out a strangled sound, and Danny knew his attempt to butter the man up had failed.

“No, it’s fine. Dick. Dick, it’s fine. Stop panicking. Please, I can’t…deal. With that. I’ll go for a check up on the way back.”

Also Mr. Wayne had an imaginary friend.

Stupid.

Danny should have complimented the imaginary friend too.

“Danny, dude, what?”

Danny turned to look at Tucker, only to lean away from the tears on his Best Friends face.

“Danny. Danny? Danny, I think you’re dead,” Sam whispered, the closed off look on her face when the world became too much.

“He’s not-”

“No I’m not-”

He paused in time with Mr. Wayne, who suddenly looked very concerned and glanced over at his parent’s stupid project.

Danny thought the concern wasn’t warranted.

“I’m not dead, look, I have a pulse and ev..ery…” Danny frowned, pushing his fingers against his jugular harder.

Nothing.

Hand over chest?

Nothing.

Wait, when was the last time he breathed after the panic attack?

He couldn’t remember.

“...Mr. Wayne,” Danny whispered, staring at the only adult in the room and hoping he could help, “Where’s my pulse?”

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DrStrangetober Day 14: The Cloak

Imagine a Sanctum Sanctorum where all Doctors Stephen Stranges live like in a dormitory... or maybe they just gather in this Sanctum from time to time, like in a common living room to talk, exchange experiences, consult or find a solution against some terrible danger, cry in the shoulder of another self about Christine... 🙄

And while the boys are sitting on the sofas with tea (and martinis), their Cloaks also have something to talk about.

So, for example, Stephen's Cloak from "What if..?" mad as hell at the Cloak of Strange Supreme for attacking his dear master. The Cloak of Supreme Strange from the 838 universe is here in the role of an older brother, but they all dislike the damned Zombie Cloak a little. And, in spite of everything, the Cloak of Strange Supreme is always ready to shelter those who are dear to him from any threat, just like his master.

By the way, the sinful Cloak Zombie is the only one in the company who can really talk, and not just communicate through telepathy and empathy😏

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Lost and Found

Request by: @brethebomb2

Pairing: Kirishima Eijiro x GN!Reader x Bakugou Katsuki

Genre: Angst, Romance, Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Mentions of injury and memory loss, angst, eventual happy ending.

Word count: IDK, a lot

I literally cried writing this...

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The air in the room was thick with tension, a palpable pressure that seemed ready to burst at any moment. Kirishima stood with clenched fists, his normally bright demeanor overshadowed by a deep frown. Bakugou, on the other hand, was seething, his explosive temper barely contained as he glared daggers at the other two.

"You can't keep doing this!" Kirishima's voice was low, but there was an edge to it that spoke of his frustration. "You can't keep pushing us away every time something goes wrong!"

You, caught in the middle of the argument, looked between them with tears in your eyes. "I'm not pushing anyone away," you whispered, your voice cracking with emotion. "I just need some time to think."

Bakugou scoffed, his expression scornful. "Think about what? About leaving us? Is that it?"

"No, Katsuki, that's not it at all!" Your voice rose in desperation. "I just... I need to figure things out. I need to understand what I want."

"And what about what we want?" Kirishima's voice was pained, his eyes pleading. "Don't we deserve a say in this too?"

The room fell into a tense silence, the weight of their words hanging heavy in the air. You felt trapped, torn between your love for Kirishima and Bakugou and the uncertainty that plagued your heart.

Finally, unable to bear the tension any longer, Bakugou exploded. "Fine! If you need to figure things out so badly, do it on your own!" he snapped, his voice laced with bitterness. "We don't need you dragging us down with your indecision!"

You flinched, the words hitting them like a physical blow. Tears spilled down your cheeks as you watched Bakugou storm out of the room, leaving them alone with Kirishima.

Kirishima sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "He didn't mean that," he said softly, reaching out to cup your cheek. "He's just... scared. We both are."

You were waiting for a hug from your big teddy bear boyfriend... but instead of pulling you into one, Kirishima hesitated. His eyes flickered towards the door, where Bakugou had disappeared, and then back to the reader.

"I... I need to go after him," Kirishima said, his voice strained. "Give us some time... and space."

The hospital room was quiet, save for the steady beep of machines monitoring your vital signs. Eijiro sat by your bedside, his usual bright demeanor overshadowed by worry. Katsuki stood nearby, his arms crossed, a deep frown etched into his face. He arrived an hour before Eijiro did.

"How are they?" Bakugou asked, his voice low.

Kirishima sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Physically, she's stable. But mentally... I don't know if they're okay, Katsuki."

Bakugou's eyes narrowed, his fists clenching. "What do you mean?"

"Just that," Kirishima explained. "The doctors said they were hit very hard in their head, and they won't know if something happened until they wake up"

Bakugou's expression softened, a mix of concern and confusion. "Is there anything we can do?"

Kirishima shook his head. "They said we just have to wait."

You opened your eyes slowly, being blinded by the harsh lights of the hospital. You tried to move, but you felt a grip on one of your hands and a pressure on your chest. You looked to the side and saw an ash-blonde boy holding your hand, he was asleep. And on your chest rested the head of a red-haired boy, also asleep, with a little drool coming out of his mouth.

"Where... am I? What happened?" You asked confused.

Out of nowhere, both boys opened their eyes quickly, scaring you.

"Hon! I'm glad you're okay! You have no idea how worried we were" The redhead told you while the blonde looked at you in silence.

"Love? What are you talking about? Who are you?" You asked.

"You sure ask strange things, baby." The red hair answered you again.

"I'm serious, who are you?" You asked, now a little more alarmed.

"Enough! If this is revenge for our argument this morning, that's enough, don't scare us like that!" Finally the blonde shouted.

"The ones who are scaring me are you. I just woke up and I have no idea where I am, what happened, or who the hell you are!" Thanks to the commotion, the doctor in charge of you quickly entered the room, silencing everyone.

"Hello, ____. Let me introduce myself, I am Dr. Yosano" The doctor interrupted.

"Dr, what happened?" You asked a little more calmly.

"Well, you suffered a severe blow to the head… erm… could you excuse us for a moment? I have to ask them some questions," he said, addressing the two boys.

After what? 30 minutes maybe? The doctor came to the waiting room. Katsuki was resting his head on Eijiro's shoulder while he had his eyes red and sore from crying.

The two boys got up and approached him.

"Doctor, what's wrong with ____?" Kirishima asked.

"I'm afraid... your partner is suffering from temporary global amnesia after the blow they received on the mission." The doctor answered looking at some papers "This means that ____ will be unable to generate new memories, so the memory of the latest events disappears. They can't remember where they are or how they got here. They do remember they are pro heroes, tho. But I'm afraid they do not remember who you are. Which is weird considering you have been together for a considerable time"

"That's not... permanent, right?" Katsuki asked.

"Luckily not. This type of amnesia is temporary... what is uncertain," The doctor looked at both of them "is when they will recover their memory."

Kirishima was holding back his tears. "Is there something we can do?"

"Well, as I tell you, it's uncertain when they'll recover their memory. But one way to speed up the process is to take them to familiar places, where you've been through things together." The doctor said "At the moment, you should enter and present yourselves"

"You're right... thanks, doctor, for everything" Kirishima said as he reached for Katsuki's hand. "Let's go Kats"

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Days turned into weeks, but your memories remained lost. Kirishima and Bakugou tried everything they could think of to jog your memory. They showed you photos, told you stories, and took you to places you used to frequent together. But nothing seemed to work.

"This is where we confessed to each other..."

"You really enjoyed the Christmas night we came to this cat café"

"Some days later we had our first time together here"

Those were the kind of things they mentioned to you, but... nothing came to mind.

One day, while out on a walk, trying to clear your mind, you encountered Hawks, another pro hero. He greeted you warmly, but you barely registered his presence. Something about him, though, sparked a flicker of recognition deep within you.

"Hey ____, how are you doing? Long time no seen." He said and was taken aback when you stared blankly at him, with a bit of confusion.

"I'm sorry, I was told I had an accident, and now I have temporary memory loss," You said explaining yourself.

"Oh boy... that's rough, how could someone forget me," He said exaggerating his tone, causing you to giggle. "Well then, I'm Hawks or Keigo Takami, and I'm one of your sidekicks"

As days passed, you found yourself drawn to Keigo's company. His kindness and unwavering optimism were comforting in a way you couldn't explain. Kirishima and Bakugou noticed the change in your behavior, and it didn't sit well with them.

"We used to be so close," Kirishima lamented one evening, sitting with Bakugou in your now not shared room. "Now, it's like she's a completely different person."

Bakugou clenched his jaw, his fists trembling with suppressed emotion. "I won't give up on her, Eijiro. I can't."

One day, you told Kirishima and Bakugou you were going to hang out with Keigo. As you sat with him in a café, eating something and chatting, you saw Kirishima approaching with a determined look in his eyes.

"____, can we talk?" Kirishima asked, his voice tinged with sadness.

You glanced at Keigo, who gave you a smile. "Go ahead, I'll be right here," he said.

Kirishima led you to a secluded spot, away from prying eyes. "I know you don't remember, but we..." he began, his voice wavering slightly. "We were a team, you, me, and Katsuki. We fought together, laughed together, cried together. We were... family... And now, without you... we're lost. Kats wasted a lot of weight... he's just not right, the day of the accident we had an argument and he was not able to say he was sorry..."

You listened intently, a pang of guilt tugging at your heart. "I'm sorry, Kirishima. I wish I could remember, but I just... can't."

Kirishima sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I understand. I just... I miss you, ____. We both do."

Back in Kirishima's and Bakugou's room, Katsuki sat alone, lost in his thoughts. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you, not after everything you'd been through together. Determined to remind you of the bond you shared, he began to gather photos and mementos from your past adventures.

"Please, ____, remember," he whispered, tears welling up in his eyes. "Remember us."

Days passed, and still, your memories remained lost. Kirishima and Bakugou were running out of ideas, but they refused to give up hope. One evening, you were walking through the streets, and a familiar voice called out to you.

"(Y/N), wait!"

You turned to see Bakugou running towards you. "I-I have something to show you," he said, slightly out of breath.

Curiosity piqued, you followed Bakugou to his house courtyard. There, he had set up a makeshift projector, displaying chronologically organized photos of your entire life.

When you were a little baby in your parents' arms, you with your kinder-garden uniform, the day you discovered your quirk, the first day in UA, all your friends, the prom day, your closeness to both Katsuki and Kirishima, the vacation you had together in which you all confesed, the Christmas night, some kinda embarrasing pics Kats took after a night of pure passion...

As you watched, little scenes of your life together started flowing back.

"This is where we confessed to each other..." The hicking day...

"You really enjoyed the Christmas night we came to this cat café" We went to see the Christmas tree that night...

"Some days later we had our first time together here" That stormy night in the cabin...

"I remember...," you whispered, tears streaming down your face. "I remember you both."

Kirishima and Bakugou pulled you into a tight hug, relief and joy washing over them. "We missed you, ____," Kirishima said, his voice choked with emotion.

"I missed you too," you replied, burying your face in Bakugou's chest. "I'm so sorry."

"I'm the one who's sorry... but, just... promise you won't forget us again," Bakugou said, his voice gentle.

"I promise"

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Sweet

Pairing: Doctor Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Stephen wakes you up on the morning of your birthday and tells you how much he loves you.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: None. Just Fluffy.

A/N: This is just a blurb I wrote on my birthday and completely forgot to post. It's short, but I hope you like it. Also, the smut with og Stephen is almost all written, I believe I'll be able to post it by the end of next week.

You woke up with Stephen's lips on your forehead, then they were on your cheek and then on your eyelids, on the tip of your nose and finally on your lips. He kissed you softly, just a touch of lips, so lightly you couldn't tell if he really wanted to touch you or just make you feel his warm breath on your skin.

"Good morning" He whispered, his voice hoarse from just waking up. You sighed opening your eyes lazily and his eyes were the first thing you saw. Blue eyes, deep as the ocean. They were decorated by the crow's feet that came out whenever he smiled like he was smiling now. A beautiful and wide smile that made your heart skip a beat.

You stretched letting out a soft yawn "Good morning." And then you realized that Stephen was at home when the day before he had said he was going on a mission. "You're here. Did they cancel the mission?"

He kissed your lips softly, but now his lips touched yours properly "Wong went in my place."

You frowned in disbelief. You had been slightly upset that he had to leave and leave you alone in your birthday, but it had even crossed your mind to ask him to stay. You never asked him to stay no matter how much you wanted it.

"I couldn't go, not knowing what day it is. I couldn't leave you alone." He placed his hand lovingly on your head, thumb stroking your forehead then he reached down to cup your face.

"So I thought I'd spend all day with you doing whatever you want to do instead."

You smiled and your hand held his still on your face, you noticed how his hand was shaking that morning. You pulled it to your lips and kissed his palm "Thank you."

He gave you a smirk "So what do you want to do?"

You thought for a moment. Without Stephen the plan was to stay in bed late and then spend the whole afternoon watching tv and eating junk food. Anything to distract you from the fact that it was your birthday and you were alone. With him the plan seemed to be the same, but it took on a totally different meaning. "Can we stay in bed a little longer?"

He chuckled "Of course. I thought I'd make breakfast, but you know I'm a disaster in the kitchen."

You nodded in agreement. The last time he tried to cook he set a napkin on fire and the kitchen smelled burnt for the rest of the day. "I think we can think of ways for you to please me without using your cooking skills."

He agreed "Safer."

He lay back down on the pillows and pulled you into his chest. You sighed feeling the warmth of his skin on your face and hearing his heartbeat. He wrapped his arm around you, his hand lightly caressing your forearm as he let you thread your fingers through his hand that was on his abdomen. You felt so safe, so comfortable. You got distracted playing with his fingers. Neither of you spoke.

You liked to look at Stephen's hand, as well as everything about him you thought his hands were beautiful and the scars or tremors didn't detract from that, on the contrary they only made them even more special. Without even realizing what you were doing, you raised his hand to your lips and began to place light kisses on his fingertips, then on his knuckles and then on his palm.

Stephen sighed and you allowed yourself to look at him to see that he was watching you. "You're so sweet, Y/n."

You felt your cheeks heat up just from the praise. There were many things Stephen did that moved you, but when he praised you your heart seemed to stop and you lost your balance and your legs seemed to go limp and you blushed. It seemed that everything you did came down to that one moment and that one purpose: to please Stephen.

You turned his hand over and traced the line of scars on the back of his hand with little kisses and when you were done you reached for his lips and kissed them gently.

He hummed satisfied "I love it when you touch my hands like that. I spent so long thinking you would be repulsed by them..."

You covered his mouth gently with your fingertips "Never. I love every part of you, Stephen. And I love even more the parts you consider to be a flaw."

He smiled and then placed a small kiss on your fingertips. "They're hurting more today than usual." He confessed.

You frowned "Do you want a massage?" His smile widened "Yes I do, but that can wait, I want to stay like this with you for a while."

You hummed back to lay your head on his chest lazily.

"Before I forget, Stark called me this morning, he asked me to tell you that he loves you. He wanted to stay but he couldn't."

You smiled openly "That’s so sweet of him. Do you think they'll be long?"

He shook his head, "Hard to say, but I don't think so.” He seemed to think for a moment “I shouldn't say anything, but knowing you as I do, is better for you to know they're throwing a surprise party for you when they get back. Pepper is taking care of everything, so please behave yourself."

You chuckled. “I bet it was Tony’s idea.”

Stephen lifted his head to look at you "So… you’re not mad?"

You shoot your head "I'm trying to learn how to deal with my birthday in a more positive way. Just because it was bad before doesn't mean it has to be bad now. It’s different now. I have my friends, I have Tony and I have you. I have reasons to celebrate."

Stephen sighed and you noticed that a weight seemed to lift off his shoulders. In previous years your birthday had been a complicated matter to deal with. You couldn't open up and often had anxiety crisis and cried most of the day.

"You'll always have me, sweetheart. You're so important to me. Trust me, you've helped me deal with a lot too. Like my hands."

You smiled leaning on your elbow and cupped his face "You've helped me so much, Stephen. I love you more than anything."

"And I love you." He pulled you to his lips and kissed you deeply this time. You were fine. Everything was going to be fine because you had each other and that was your true birthday gift, the only one you cared about.

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ordinaryschmuck · 4 months

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What I Quickly Thought about What If...? Season Two

For those who don’t know, I’m one of the few people who actually enjoyed What If…? Season One for what it was. Did it take advantage of telling interesting tales with the MCU, giving us intense glimpses of these universes that showed us what COULD HAVE been? Not all the time. Was it still good dumb fun? To me it was. And that’s pretty much what What If…?, as a concept, was, even in the comics. Yeah, you got interesting stuff like “What if Spider-Man never became a crime fighter?” or “What if Daredevil was raised by The Kingpin?” but it also had stuff like “What if the Original Marvel Bullpen Became the Fantastic Four?” or “What if Sargent Fury Fought World War Two in Outer Space?” The comics were less about high-concepts and more about writers doing whatever the hell they wanted with the Marvel Universe and being able to have fun with it because, well, none of it was canon. The same applied to the MCU’s What If…?, as it was a chance for the writers to do a murder mystery with the Avengers or make T’Challa fix the universe as Star-Lord. They can kill characters, make dumb(er) jokes, and play around with the heroes and villains in the MCU like they were action figures. And I’m into that. Don’t get me wrong, I would love more episodes like “What if…Doctor Strange lost his heart instead of his hands?” or “What if…Ultron won?” as they DO have a lot of great moments and show off what these characters are capable of than what the movies/shows proved. But at the same time, I didn’t mind watching the big buff lady that is Captain Carter kill Nazis or watch Spider-Man and a band of heroes try to survive a zombie apocalypse. It’s a show where everyone is meant to just sit back, turn their brain off, and have some fun while occasionally getting something interesting. Again, just like the comics.

So when Season Two got announced, I was genuinely excited. I like Season One and I wanted more of it. Then when the trailer came out with an episode list, I thought, “Okay, this could be the show embracing comic book wackiness.” Now, not a lot of people were into that…In fact, the majority said that a lot of these concepts weren’t even interesting and were, instead, kind of lame. I don’t get it, maybe because I’m in the exact mindset the MCU wants me to have with this series, but I was still looking forward to Season Two. The question is, was it worth it? Well, let’s quickly go over each episode to find out.

Spoilers Ahead

What If…Nebula Joined the Nova Corps?: Ooooooooh, what a great start. Watching Nebula act as a cop/detective, but with her cold, deadpan badassery still intact was a ton of fun in this dark, gritty setting made for this new version of her. I loved watching this new version of Nebula make her way through a darkened Xandar, with her never straying from this oath and acting as it should be intended, all while teaming up with Howard the Duck of all characters. Like, I kind of enjoy seeing Howard turn out to be this sleazy casino owner who treats Nebula as a true friend despite them working on opposite ends of the law. The concept itself is funny and execution is endearing with Seth Green giving much needed charm to the character. It’s part of the fun of What If…?: Showing characters who couldn’t interact in the movies or didn’t have much screen time and allowing them another chance to shine…Unfortunately, that’s not always a good thing. Because while I love seeing a character like Howard make a surprisingly good comeback, watching Yon-Rog, one of the more boring MCU villains, show up and lack any intrigue or fun is just…no. And then there’s Nova Prime who decided to betray the entire Corp by taking down the force field…Something that was HER idea to do and, given the pull she had, could have done at any point. Why string Nebula along when Nova Prime could have just made the ruling herself that the force field needed to be taken down? A friend of mine tried explaining how it could make sense, but I don’t know. It doesn’t change this weird got while watching. But while flawed, it was pretty cool to see this new setting in the MCU, carried by Nebula as the Super Nova (Love that name, by the way. It’s perfect). The plot has a big ol’ hole, not every character return works, but it gave me a half-hour of fun so I’m not complaining (Get used to that thought process, by the way).

What If…Peter Quill Attacked Earth’s Mightiest Heroes?: And this one’s a little rough around the edges. It’s fun to see this alternate version of the Avengers form to fight a Peter Quill who has Ego’s powers, but it feels like the entire episode is on fast-forward, almost like this is what would happen if the first Avengers movie needed to be made thirty-minutes long. It’s sort of the downside of What If having a half-hour runtime, where it has to both tell a story and introduce us to this new universe in under thirty minutes. It’s the same with the comics that had less than thirty pages to do the exact same thing, only to feel longer because comic writers in the seventies and eighties don’t know how to shut the hell up. The end result is a story that’s fine ENOUGH, but it would have benefited with more time to slow down and let us appreciate this new team of old heroes. I mean, we have the original Captain Mar-Vel, T’Challa’s father, and even Goliath, which would have been AWESOME to see them play a big role. But instead, the episode focuses on Hank Pym, Bucky, and THOR, somehow, making these other heroes valued members but also a bit of an afterthought. Also, despite this being a different version of the Avengers, they somehow make MORE quips than the original team, with few of it feeling like it’s in character. It has the same problem as Age of Ultron where everyone is cracking jokes at every second as much as they can, and it HIGHLY depends on your willingness to stomach that kind of thing if you’re willing to watch this episode. That and if you’re willing to forgive a character doing this STUPID AND RISKY thing that worked out for the better but doesn’t change how stupid and risky it is. Overall, this whole episode is a very interesting idea mixed with some very FLAWED execution that spoils the fun to be had.

What If…Happy Hogan Saved Christmas?: Now this? All kinds of fun to be had with this one. The return of Justin Hammer of all villains isn’t something I thought I needed, but I heavily enjoyed watching what’s basically the anti-Tony Stark show up and be his most despicably charming self. It was a blast to watch this scrawny little twink TRY and act intimidating as he dances all over the place. It makes him feel more and more like a cartoon villain, which is appropriate for yuletide fun. You don’t NEED a menacing presence for Christmas, you need a GOOF. And Hammer’s the goofiest with his lame catchphrases and very STUPID dancing, I couldn’t get enough of it. But the real star is Happy, who gets juiced up for an adaptation I NEVER would have expected from the MCU. The Freak is one of the sides to Happy that not many fans would know about unless they’ve immersed themselves with Iron Man lore (Or read a shit load of comics for the past two years like me), but it really is cool to see that side of him brought to life. The way Happy looks and moves like more of a manic Hulk on crack does great at setting him apart from the Jolly Green Monster we know and love, but also makes The Freak feel more unique from how he was in the comics. It was a blast of a holiday special with the only downside is that Darcy’s OCCASIONALLY annoying. Not much other than that, though, as this is the best Christmas present I could ask from Marvel.

What If…Iron Man Crashed Into the Grandmaster?: Fun fact, this was originally meant to be in Season One but was cut due to time constraints. Yeah, remember how weird it was that the Watcher plucked a version of Gamora we didn’t know? Well, now we finally know…through a story that’s primarily about Tony Stark that makes me wonder why the hell The Watcher didn’t take him.

But facts and jokes aside, I loved the shit out of this episode. There are probably going to be some cynics out there saying that the cars and the race is an excuse to sell toys or LEGO sets or some shit, but I don’t care because everything about it was AWESOME!. Not to mention that it lit up a special place in my heart and brain to watch Tony Stark be a hero again, not hesitating to save lives, putting everything on the line, and helping bring Gamora into the light, all while still being his snarky, Starky self. And huge props to Mick Wingert voicing him, who doesn’t sound like Robert Downy Jr at ALL, but still nails the energy and mannerisms. I can picture RDJ saying all of these lines and it helps make this feel like one last Iron Man story for the fans. Seeing the Grandmaster again was ALSO a plus, as he was his same goofy-self. As for the real hook of this episode, Gamora, she’s…fine. I don’t love that it’s Tony that helped her redemption arc since I always preferred how turning against Thanos was something Gamora decided for herself instead of this thing that someone brought out. It’s not a BAD idea, but it’s something that might have worked better with NEBULA, a character that could actually USE convincing, instead of Gamora, a character who would likely go to Stark to help kill Thanos. Still, I don’t HATE it, nor do I hate the episode. It was an adrenaline thrill-ride that gave us a return of Tony where he DOESN’T die in the end. I couldn’t have asked for more if I heard this episode’s title, and I’m glad it’s what we’ve got.

What If…Captain Carter Fought the Hydra Stomper?: I…KIND OF understand the reception towards Captain Carter. I don’t get why Marvel keeps pushing her more than their actual Captain America replacement, Sam Wilson. I mean, Captain Carter showed up in three projects (two seasons of television and a movie), where Sam made his official appearance as Captain America once…and hasn’t even cameoed in any other movie or show. Now, don’t get me wrong, I like the big buff lady and it’s awesome seeing her fight the giant robot. It’s cool, I love it. I also heavily enjoyed this episode, getting into the drama, action, and seeing Peggy make a surprisingly believable friendship with Black Widow. Heck, I’d go so far as to say that this is a better Black Widow story than her actual movie gave us. So I like it, I like seeing Captain Carter and some of her adventures. I especially like that this story isn’t a direct rehash of Winter Soldier like how the first episode is a rehash of First Avenger. The writers actually set out to make something more unique and it makes me like Captain Carter a little more. I just wish we could get that same love and appreciation towards Sam Wilson, whose movie got pushed back to 2025 and will count as the only time this character has been relevant since his mini-series. If this is our new leader of the Avengers and the man who will fight to save the multiverse, we’re probably going to need more than one appearance from the guy. I don’t think people would complain about more Captain Carter if Sam Wilson’s Captain America wasn’t so blatantly shoved too far to the side.

What If…Kahhori Reshaped the World?: One of the few rare times the MCU made an ORIGINAL superhero. There is no previous comic, movie, or show that Kahhori is based on. She’s a completely original character made up for this franchise, much like Miles Morales in the Ultimate universe or X-23 in X-Men Evolution (Check that show out, by the way. It’s pretty damn good). And just like those two, I REALLY hope Kahhori manages to become such a hit with audiences that she spawns more content, because Kahhori and her world is something I would love to revisit. Her personality is fun, her motivation is inspiring, and her powers are unique enough to make her stand out more to the other heroes in the MCU. As for her story, it’s your bare-bones origin story. The whole episode is about explaining her powers, the world she lives in, and the people she loves and fights for. It does all this while proving her heroics through fighting a supervillain set out to do some damage. Only, instead of some generic supervillain that matches her powers it’s this Spanish Conquistador who…honestly still looks like a supervillain, which is kind of funny. And it works for Kahhori, proving that while she’s currently the most powerful person in the world, she’s willing to fight against oppression and the monarchy, advocating for peace instead of a continuous war for who gains the most control. Like I said, that’s inspiring and it’s why I want to see more of this character and how far she can go when fighting bigger, more evil threats than the Queen of Spain. Whether it’s a spin-off TV show/movie, a comic mini-series, or even introducing Kahhori into the 616 comics (somehow), I wouldn’t mind seeing this new, wonderful hero more in the future.

What If…Hela Found the Ten Rings?: I…did not expect to like this one as much as I did. I wasn’t the BIGGEST fan of Hela, because aside from seeing her actress having a blast to go full ham, there wasn’t much to her. Yeah, she was this conqueror alongside Odin, which is an interesting backstory for HIM, but for Hela, it’s not enough. Instead of telling me WHO she is, Thor: Ragnarok kept telling me WHAT she was. Then here comes an episode of What If…? that not only gives me that answer, but a lot more. Sure, the first half is a bit wonky, but when we get to the second, we finally get an idea of who Hela is. Simply put, Hela doesn’t know who she is beyond a conqueror, and that’s because Odin never trained nor raised her to be anything more. This episode forces Hela to face that and discover answers she never knew she was seeking, having a surprisingly decent redemption, becoming a goddess of life instead of death. I…love that. I love that WAY MORE than I could have expected to love it. It makes me appreciate Hela a lot more and maybe see that there’s a tragedy to her in Thor: Ragnarok. Hela could have changed for the better if she met someone that could bring her good side out, but because she was banished into isolation by Odin, it caused Hela to be both spiteful and vengeful, making her refuse any alternative beyond being a conqueror or a goddess of death, with her final acts of life being someone who destroyed her home because destruction was all she knew. This episode has a better, more unique story to tell than Hela and Wenwu fighting over the Ten Rings to see who can cause more destruction. Speaking of, if there’s one thing to complain about the episode, it’s how underutilized Wenwu is to the story. He’s actually one of MY favorite MCU villains and it feels weird that he’s just…kind of there? Most of the meat to the story goes to Hela, and I do appreciate it, but Wenwu could have done more than wanting to bone Hela or assisting her in fighting Odin. But aside from that, I’d still say that this is a fantastic episode that surpassed my expectations.

What If…The Avengers Assembled in 1602?: Of all the episodes, this is the one I was looking forward to the most. I’m a sucker for seeing characters in a different setting. They’re very much the same in terms of personality but their differences vary from positions in life or the skills they’re capable of. It’s no different here, as so much of this feels like a period piece fanfic where the writers seemed to have so much fun making the Avengers be in 1602. And I don’t give a shit if people hate her, I LOVE that Captain Carter refuses to leave this world until she saves it from complete collapse. It would have been the same if it was Steve Rogers, I get that, but how do you expect me to hate a hero who’s willing to fight with her last breath to save the world? Those are my favorite kind of superheroes! You want me to give up what I love most about superheroes just because you don’t like that the big buff lady fights King Thor and his vibranium thunder sword? F**k you.

Also, this comes with the added benefit of watching big buff Steve and big buff Peggy constantly being on the VERGE of wanting to rip their clothes off and f**k each other whenever they’re on screen together. And, honestly, I can't blame them. They’re both gorgeous. LET THEM F**K!

Overall, I had fun, even if there are problems. Sure, the reveal that Steve is indirectly the cause of this universe’s collapse is way too predictable, no thanks in large part to the trailers SPOILING IT! And it’s pretty weird that Scott can still shrink and grow. Like…How can he do that in this setting? Also, this universe has a merry band of misfits that’s similar to Robin Hood, and there’s not even a SINGLE Hawkeye in it? Not even Kate Bishop? COME ON NOW! Come on now…

But, yeah, this episode is the perfect epitome of what makes What If…? enjoyable to me. It can offer you a fun concept of having the Avengers be in 1602 and just ask you to sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. Not everyone’s going to be into that, but I am and I could take ten more seasons of this if I could.

What If…Strange Supreme Intervened?: You want me to hate the big buff lady and new MCU character Kahhori fighting Strange Supreme and a whole gaggle of universe killers just because *checks notes* Captain Carter is a Mary Sue? F**k you. I don’t care if you feel like Captain Carter is forced upon you, she punched a demonic Doctor Strange in the face with the power of INFINITY. That is awesome no matter WHO the character is and if you can’t appreciate it, then I guess this show really isn’t for you. As for the finale, the whole thing is awesome as this big fireworks show to close out the season, added with Strange Supreme going back to the dark side for the sake of reviving his universe. I’ll admit that Strange Supreme had a bit of a forced redemption last season, so it is great for this finale to prove that he is, in fact, still twisted inside while allowing him to earn a more true redemption in making up for his actions. It makes his tragedy STILL feel like a tragedy, giving everyone but him a happy ending. And, again, he got punched in the face with the power of infinity. F**k all you haters, this show’s great.

Season Two is a definite improvement to Season One. Sure, the pacing is wonky, the jokes are trying too hard, and animation can look gorgeous at times but ugly at others. But the writing’s stronger, the concepts are bigger, the fun’s funner, and I got to see a woman punch a demon in the face with the power of infinity–I keep bringing that up because it is so damn awesome. And it’s the same with this show! It just fuels that part of my brain that wants to see cool, comic book shit happening. It’s not for everyone, I know that. It’s neither good nor bad, it’s just…subjectively fun. It’ll either light up your world or leave you wanting more substance than dumb fun. I enjoyed the hell out of this season, but others won’t for their own reasons (some of them being that they just hate Captain Carter). They can feel that way all they want. Still won’t change how I enjoyed the hell out of this season and look forward to more.

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