#AGH HORRIBLE YOUNG MAN

[fur-bee]

THE BUG IS HERE

[knight-dwx-09]

Return

After a long comfort from Juniper and the young girls including the still confused reaper and trying a different method to separated them like the boost himself and used the leaf which merely lead him to find himself once again. They were ready to went back to Remmant.

Oh yeah, Neo chose to stay there to fix herself. Nothing he should worry about, though he wishes the best for her.

After departing through the door, the five of them meet with the tree in her human form.

She began to retell the story of the god of brother, where two beings were created in the ever after for the purpose to take care of the place. Soon enough, they started to create a living being like the Curious Cat to fulfill theirs and even more. But their experiments became too much for the tree to handle, so it constructed a door to the greater beyond, allowing them to create even more.

She also say that how a dishonest path could cause a unfortunate change, and the horrible things about broken hearts is that there’s nobody send them back for the repair while holding the wooden statue of the cat.

The said cat suddenly hissed in his mind at the comment, seemingly irritated by what she just said.

He had asked if she can remove the cat from him. However, she told him that it was beyond her power, saying the cat and his soul had completely fuse together. If she severed it by forced, his soul will be damaged permanently, worst he could die.

Great, there’s nothing he could do to kick the cat out without gambling his own life.

She also give him Alyx’s knife and he became young again when he grabbed it, joy spread through him as he hold his own young face. He never thought he will never see it ever again, although he was dumbfounded by his own voice when he speak.

CCat: I prefer the old you. It’s much cooler and got the mature aspect around it.

And just like that, his happiness get wash away into the sea.

Soon after, the blacksmith open a portal behind them, a doorway back to Remmant.

CCat: Ohhh, This is so exciting! I can’t wait to see your world. I have been wondering the food there, how is it taste? sweet? Salty? And does the nugget really look like a dinosaur? I also want to meet your friend, especially this Oscar boy who have a old man inside of him. I have a ton of questions for the wizard like how it feel to inhabit the boy body or where the other soul go after he absorbs them. Agh! There’s simply too much I wish to know and see.

His eyes twitch in annoyance, letting out a sigh.

Weiss: Are you really fine?

Jaune: I��� not really sure. Not only he irritated me to no end with his questions, I’m still afraid what’s this would do to me, how will it affected my mind as time goes by…

He turned back to Weiss with a confident smile that showed his resolve hadn’t falter.

Jaune: But I won’t let this stop me, I will find a way to get this bastard out of me if that’s the last thing I do.

Seeing him so lively in spite of his condition, all of them smiled.

Yang sling her arm around his neck and pulled him closer, pressing him against her chest and ruffling his hair.

Yang: That’s what I’m talking about! You can’t let that lying pussy win, we are gonna kick that kitty butt as soon he leaves you!

Blake didn’t say anything, merely giving a supportive smile as she place a hand on his shoulder.

Weiss: I can ask for the scientists’s help in Vacuo. I don’t know if they can do anything, though it’s still worth a shot.

Ruby: Don’t worry Jaune! We, team RWBY, are going to help to split you and the cat apart even if it takes years.

Jaune smiled at the young girls, proud for having a great friends around him.

Jaune: Thank guys

CCat: How can you say that Jaune? After everything we have we went through, we are practically a best friend.

Jaune promptly disregarded it.

Blake and Yang were the first to leave as they hold hand, follow by Weiss and then Ruby after she said thank you to the lady. Being the last one to leave, he started walk towards the portal, looking forward to reunion with his team and everyone after years of living alone.

Blacksmith: Wait!

He halted and face back at her.

Jaune: Do you need something?

Blacksmith: Can I request you a favor?

Jaune: what’s that?

Blacksmith: The cat, I know he can be very handful and immature.

Jaune: That put it Lightly.

Blacksmith: But he used to be kind hearted, he simply walk down the wrong path… And he need a good guide like you in his life to help him through. I know this a bit much of me to ask, but... Please, be at his side no matter what.

Both stared each other, not utter a single word for a moment. He turned back and marched into the light as he gives his answer.

Jaune: I will try.

[idv-thespians]

Walking down the hallway, the debt collector hummed as she looked around. Spotting a young man wearing a mask in the distance, she dusted herself off. People were hard to find in this manor, she was glad to know she wasn’t walking a ghost town.

“Exc-“

But, before she could finish her opening statement, Numby had run off… and ran straight into the odd, masked man, knocking him onto the floor. Rushing over, she bent down by the man, offering her hand to him sheepishly.

“… Oh my god- Are you okay?”

Wonderful, getting back from a horrible match that left him with a cut on his waist was horrible, the pain kicking in every few steps he took. He was grumbling to himself, looking around before turning to look in front—

He felt his head spin, suddenly falling to the floor as He saw some huge creature on top of him. He grumbled at this, trying to sit up.

“Agh, what the hell-! I just got patched up—“ He rubbed his forehead, successfully sitting up straight. He blinked a little, realising someone else was there other than the damn hog that ran him over. “…Who are you?”

[bemyawakening]

Omg yesss please more Alejandro! There isn't enough stories about him.

Task force 141 meeting Alejandro Vargas wife for first time.

I imagine her being a badass soldier and medic at same time. After they reclaim the base and gather up wounded she arrives and heals people and commands everybody and price or somebody asks if she is Alejandros 3rd in command or something and Alejandro is like no she is above me and introduces her as his wife and she meets the whole task force after she is done and thanks them for helping Alejandro and she scolds Alejandro because he made her worry but he only smiles and hugs her.

ALEJANDRO VARGAS X f!READER

Thank you so much for your request agh! I absolutely love Alejandro and I was definitely not licking my screen whenever he showed up on it. Somehow, I think a bad-ass wife would suit him so well, so here you go! if it’s horrible— I’m so sorry

pairing: Alejandro Vargas x f!reader (medic and soldier reader)

word count: 1994

           

Your bouncing leg was driving not only you but the two medics sitting in the same room insane. Where the fuck were they? Checking your wristwatch, you were sure you were going to have a heart attack in approximately five seconds, but you had to calm yourself – he always came back.

            The roaring vehicle from the outside alerted you and you sprang from your seat faster than lightning. You kept swearing to yourself that you’ll never ever let him get into another mission again and you’ll write him off any mission coming his way. You had the authority to do that.

            However, the distant yells fogged up her mind, letting her know that someone was badly injured—fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck… Two soldiers appeared, helping a wounded British soldier get inside of the medical room. You knew that the Special Forces from England united with the Mexican Special Forces for this mission and you did the right thing by coming to the base, in case help would be needed.

            The man was young and you immediately pointed at a free bed beside the door, watching the way the guys placed him down on the mattress. Walking closer, you pushed a little table with wheels closer to the bed, where the most important stuff was placed – you were prepared, and took a pair of fresh gloves: “Tell me.”

            Only then did you realise that one of the men standing beside you had a hairstyle of a Mohawk and it oddly suited him, but you couldn’t put attention on him for too long, since the man on the bed was clearly suffering.

            “Bullet wound. Lower thigh. Put on the tourniquet about-“ he looked at his watch, nodding, “one and a half hour ago.”

            Nodding, you cut the material of the man’s pants, not even bothered by the amount of dark blood that has drenched them. You had to deal with amputating limbs. This look like a bee sting. “Good news, soldier. You’ll live and you’ll walk.”

            “There’s nothing I want more,” the young man replied through his gritted teeth.

            Taking a needle, you took a little vial, sucking in the liquid through the needle, and flicking it to get rid of the air bubbles. While working, you informed, your voice collected and professional: “Get other wounded in here. The other medics will take care of them.”

            “Yes, ma’am,” the man with the Scottish accent and the Mohawk replied and he disappeared into the chaos, the other soldier following him.

            You’d be lying if your eyes didn’t drop on the door every five seconds. Where the fuck was he? Did something happen to him? No, you gripped yourself together. You had to tend to this soldier right now and then bring wrath once you see his face.

            “Local anaesthesia,” you informed. “Going to stop the bleeding, take the bullet out and stitch it all up.”

            The man nodded, placing his head down and embracing himself for pain. The local anaesthesia helped a lot to bring down the pain, but the discomfort of taking out the bullet was more sickening than painful.

            And you worked like a clock. The tourniquet has stopped the bleeding pretty well, meaning no major artery has been breached. Your eyes kept darting to the door, watching a few more soldiers getting taken in—no sign of him. It took some time to take out the bullet which was split into three parts—one of them nastily small. But the man was taking the pain like a champ and soon enough, you left him to rest with a set of stitches and a cold compress against his forehead.

            Taking off the bloody gloves, you sighed. The stress was making you feel tenser as you looked through the room, the other medics taking care of the other, not-so-badly wounded soldiers. A few soldiers of your own walked inside of the room and you invited them to come closer.

            “What the hell happened?”

            “They were ambushed—they successfully cleared out the base, but there were a few others hiding and it almost turned into a bloodbath,” a male, your sergeant, replied and you chewed on your bottom lip.

            “¡Buen trabajo!” You slightly tapped his shoulder, excusing him as you walked towards the main part of the base where some of them should be gathered.

            And then you saw him. With blood on his face. Fuck, he was hurt, he was hurt, he was hurt… The worry was making you feel rage. You completely ignored the other guys that were looking at you as if you were crazy, but you just made your way to him, watching the way his face lit up as he saw you.

            He knew he was in trouble. He knew how worried you always got when he didn’t come back right on time. And, he already knew what you were going to say—you were going to make him retire. But, God, did you look beautiful walking to him with that worried arch between your eyebrows? There was a bit of blood on your shirt, he knows you tended to someone and he didn’t want to bother you.

            God, he missed you so much.

            “Colonel,” your voice snapped him out of his trance, making him realise that he was in big trouble. You only called him by his rank when he was in the deep.

            “Mi amor,” he tried to soothe you down, knowing damn well what his voice and his words did to you. However this time it didn’t seem to be working.

            The worried sparkle in your eyes was making him feel guilty—he never intends to make you worry. He never intends to make you feel as if he would not come back. He’d always make his way back to you. Always.

            “¿Qué sucedió?” Your tone was rough and he deserved it, but he knew you weren’t actually mad. You were terrified for him.

            Instead of you pulling him into a hug as he has hoped for, you grasped his vest, took it off him and dropped it on the floor. You were inspecting him, seeing if there were any ripped or bloody parts in his attire, before your eyes raised to his head, at the top of his forehead, a bit to the right - there was a nasty wound that has already dried up.

            Your lips trembled.

            “You’re retiring! You better write your fucking resigning letter right now or I swear to fucking God, Alejandro, I will kick you out of the Special Forces myself!” Your voice raised and you meant every single word that has come out of your mouth. You were hitting his chest, not too hard, letting him know how much he has put you through misery.

            Alejandro couldn’t help but smile. He always found your worry sincere and heart-warming. He admired the way you didn’t care about making a scene and he knew well that you were about to drag his ass out of this base and not let him get in here anymore. You had the authority.

            “Tranquila, mi amor, tranquila,” his voice was soothing and he could see the welling tears in your eyes. He grabbed your hands that were having a brawl with his chest and softly squeezed them, pulling you closer. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

            You loathed the soft tone of his voice. You loathed how quickly it calmed you down. And you especially loathed the way you became a lump of jelly once his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a tight hug.

            Letting yourself breathe out with more ease, you closed your eyes, giving in to his warmth. His heartbeat was slightly faster, but it announced to you that he was alive. He was here. Your Alejandro was here, with you.

            Nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, he inhaled your scent—home. He was home. He could feel the way your body was slowly relaxing and he realised that he would actually let you drop him out of the Special Forces. The thought about waking up every morning with you by his side, without the need to worry if both of you will make it back home… Little kids running around your home, cooking together… That was his dream. You were his dream.

            Pulling away, you placed your hands on his cheeks, the worried expression on your face not fading away. You inspected the wound—perhaps a few stitches will be necessary. He couldn’t help but admire you. There was something so soothing when you looked at him with that concerned look. He knew he was in good hands. Every touch of yours was so gentle and he cherished them all.

            “Didn’t think I’d see Alejandro getting his ass threatened,” the familiar Scottish accent made you both pull away from one another, but not too far. Alejandro couldn’t keep his hands off you.

            “Hermanos, this is my wife. Responsible for my early retirement,” Alejandro slightly pointed at you with his hand as you looked at the several men standing there.

            “It’s a pleasure,” the Scottish guy replied.

            “I was told that Captain Price will be also joining this mission,” you spoke, wondering which one of them you will have to cooperate with doing the paperwork.

            “It’s me, ma’am,” one of the guys took off his cap, showing his face as he was a bit older than everyone in the room with a beard.

            “Pleasure,” you nodded, diverting your attention to Rodolfo. “The same goes for you Rodolfo—say goodbye to this base.”

            “Teniente coronel,” Rodolfo winced.

            “Hold on!” The Scottish guy gasped, extending his arms in a dramatic motion. “Lieutenant Colonel? Your wife has a higher rank than you?”

            Alejandro nodded – he never had issues with you being with a high rank. On the contrary, he found it very pleasing that calling you formally would get you melting like a piece of chocolate on a sunny day.

            “Yes,” you nodded. It was normal for you to get this kind of reaction—there weren’t many women with your rank or higher. And you were still quite young, but ambitious to get this far. “Now, I’ll get back to all of you in quite some time before I solve some issues with my Colonel.”

            Grasping his arm, you were making your way back into the medical room. Alejandro was following you like a lost puppy, watching you the way you tried to stay angry.

            “Señora,” he stopped you as soon as both of you were in a bit more hidden corridor, sneaking his hands up your waist. “I know I made you worry-”

            “Alejandro,” you warned him with your rough tone. You had to stay strong. How many times have you melted into his touch without giving him a proper scolding?

            “Mi amor,” he whispered, that innocent, but a slightly cheeky smile on his face—damn it. “I will make it up to you.”

            Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms over your chest, but that didn’t stop him from pulling you as close as he could against him. “I’ll take that resignation letter as making up.”

            Chuckling, he placed his hands on your cheeks, feeling the warmth radiating from them. How much he loved when you looked at him with slightly flustered eyes—the things you were doing to him. Kissing his palm, you slightly shook your head: “I’m serious, Alejandro. You’re retiring on your own wish or I’ll kick you out myself. It was silly for me to keep you going on those missions. I want you in our house. I want you in the mornings. I want you beside me every night.”

            Feeling the seriousness of this situation, he was taken aback because he has wished the same things for both of you. He wanted to protect his people and he knew he wouldn’t be able to leave his job completely, but he’d try to be home more. For you.

            Pressing his lips to your forehead, he hummed against your skin, nudging his head down for his forehead to meet yours. “Fine,” he whispered. “Anything for you.”

[xoxo-teddybear]

His Home - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Injury, Blood, Sexual harassment, implied rape, murder, NOT SPELL CHECKED

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Request: So could you write a husbandbakugo x wifereader where when bakugou is away on a mission or anything, there's a villain who break into his house and kidnapped her (the reader is not a hero). And please be a happy ending :) but the rest is up to you💕

It’s been 2 weeks. 2 weeks too long for Katsuki and his family. Pro Hero Dynamight had been recruited on a mission to stop a drug dealing case out in the states, leaving his beloved son and loving wife behind. Even though Y/N wasn’t a pro herself, she could still take care of herself really well, including their baby boy. After constant reassurance that they’d be fine, Katsuki was okay with leaving for a few days.

A few days. A few days, NOT WEEKS. He had been gone for too long. Of course he trusted his wife to protect herself and their son, but he didn’t want her to have to protect them. After arguing with the chief of the mission, coming to a conclusion, and stopping the entire case himself in desperation of getting home, Dynamight could finally return home to his family. At least....that’s what he thought.

Bakugou drove home quite quickly in hopes of being smothered with love and affection from his son and wife, but as he pulled in, he noticed something was...... off. The porch light wasn’t on, it was too early for the lights in the house to be off, and even the cold chilly air stilled in silence gave him all the indications of something being in distraught. He quickly exited his car and slammed the door shut, forgetting to lock the vehicle as he hurriedly jammed the house key into the lock and busted the door wide open.

“Y/N!....Y/N?!....Katsuo??!” The blonde cried out. When his eyes finally settled to the dark atmosphere, he noticed how the bright moon lighted the house to show the terror that lay in. Glass and plates smashed on the grown, shelves and book cases thrown around, the T.V fallen from above the fireplace that had soot, ash, and stray wood surrounding it. He looked over and saw the couch out of place and on it, his unconscious child covered in scratches. Katsuki quickly ran to him to check on his poor boy.

“Katsuo,” the older blonde exclaimed as he shook his double awake, “please, wake up! Katsuo!” With a final shake, the child finally began to open his eyes and adjust to what he saw. A shadow of a man shaking him.

“Ahhh! Please, please don’t hurt me! Please! I didn’t do anything!” The younger blonde cried out and hugged himself in fear. Katsuki’s heart broke seeing his son in such fear. Who the hell did this to his poor boy.

“Katsuo! No, no, no, no, no. It’s me, it’s dad.” Katsuki reassured his son as he rubbed his back to calm him down. Katsuo turned to the man with teary eyes in shock and relief.

“Dad?” The boy questioned as he got a better look. Once he confirmed it was his father, he jumped into his arms.

“Dad! It’s you!” The boy sobbed into his father’s chest. Katsuki grabbed onto the boy, hugging him tighter as if the world was going to end, as he whispered reassurance into his ear.

“It’s me buddy, it’s me. Are you okay? Are you hurt? Who did this to you?” Bakugou asked as he examined his son’s body. The young blonde had his gray sweats teared, his white socks covered in soot and stains of blood along with his white tee.

As the child wiped his eyes, and looked at his father, he apologized.

“I’m sorry, dad.” The boy looked down in shame. Bakugou was so confused. What could his child be apologizing for at a time like this?

“I wasn’t strong enough.”

Oh, why did his son have to be exactly like him. Katsuki had to hold him once more to tell him it was all okay.

“Katsuo, none of this is your fault.” Bakugou said while holding onto his precious child.

“...These 3 men..they came in with a briefcase and said they wanted to “get something to trade.” They broke open the door as me and mom were watching T.V and told us to go with them. Mom put up a good fight, and I tried to help. I used my quirk to blow up the case they brought with them. After that though, the knocked me out. I see mom is gone, so they must’ve taken her and left me behind. I’m sorry I couldn’t do anything else.” The younger blonde said in shame once more.

“Katsuo....I’m so proud of you.” With those words, Katsuo looked up to his father in confusion.

“You’re 5 years old and you took great action to protect yourself and your mom. Not a lot of kids could do what you just did. I’m proud of you, and I’m so glad you’re okay son.” Bakugou said. His child finally showing a smile with a face identical to Katsuki’s and E/C eyes that replicated yours.

“Thanks dad.” The young boy said as his father picked him up.

“Of course. You’ll be an incredible hero in the future. The best of the best. I know it.” Bakugou said as he carried his son to the bathroom. “Let’s wash you up, change your clothes and get you to bed. You had a long night.”

“But what about mom? Shouldnt we go look for her.” Katsuo said in worry.

“Of course we will son. I will do everything in my power to bring her home to us as quickly as possible. That’s a promise, but right now, my priority is making sure everything is straight here at home. You’re mother is the strongest person I know, she will be okay, but I have to take care of you first. Okay?” Bakugou explained.

“Okay dad.”

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When Katsuo was washed up and tucked in bed, Katsuki went downstairs to clean up and fix whatever he could. When he finally saw the horrible sight, terrible thoughts came to mind of what could’ve went down. The longer he thought about it, the closer he was to tears. Y/N and Katsuo are his entire life. If one of them were gone, it would throw his entire being all out of wack. But he had faith in his powerful wife. She can withstand anything they throw at her....but he wasn’t sure how long. Bakugou began to sweep the glass and soot, throw away the broken wood, mop the floors of blood, put the couch and coffee table back into place, and moved the T.V to the side. That could be fixed in the morning. Once he was done, he took a shower and headed to his room for bed.

The Alaskan king sized bed was huge. It was giant, especially for just 2 people and the occasional child, but the love of his life was always right next to him to make the cold, empty bed feel warm and full of love and happiness. Now she’s not here. As Bakugou lays with his eyes open, staring at the ceiling, he realized he wouldn’t be able to sleep. He journied out of his bed and to his son’s room. As he opened the door, he saw his child right in front of it as he seemed to have opened it as well.

“Whatcha’ doing bud?” Bakugou asked as he looked down to his mini me.

“Couldn’t sleep. Too cold..... Too scared..... Too lonely.” He son replied. Bakugou internally smiled at how his son and him were so similar. He really was a carbon copy of Bakugou Katsuki, that’s for sure.

“C’mon son,” Bakugou said as he lifted his boy up and walked towards the full sized bed. “We’re gonna need some sleep.” As the two blondes lay side by side, still staring at the ceiling, the younger one spoke up.

“.......Everything’s gonna be okay....right dad?” His son said with a break in his voice and teary eyes. “Mom will come back, and we’ll go back to being the awesome family we always are...right?” The boy said while looking at his father.

Bakugou stared at him for a bit, before pulling him into his chest and rubbing his back.

“I promise, Katsuo.”

The young child quietly sobbed into his fathers chest once more, after holding in all these tears for so long, and held a firm grip on Katsuki’s shirt. As Katsuki held onto his sad son, he too let a few silent tears shed as he hid his face atop of his son’s head.

‘I promise.’ The loving father thought to himself as he kissed the top of the boy’s head and held him a little tighter than before.

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It’s been 3 days. 3 days too long for Katsuki and his worried son. They’ve been apart from Y/N for 3 days and are worried sick. After the two woke up from that sad night, Bakugou called in the Bakusquad to help find Y/N. The squad was lucky enough to be able to find DNA evidence and find out exactly who was in the house. Through the power of the internet and high tech power, they were able to track the villains and gather intel. Where they stay, what they do, their quirks, and where their base is. They’ve taken a very knowledgeable guess and estimate to find out where Y/N was, and now it was time to come up with a plan. They’ve been working for a few days and Bakugou was starting to get frustrated.

“AGH! WE’RE NOT GETTING ANYWHERE!” Bakugou exclaimed.

“Hey man, don’t you think it’s time we go to the agency and get their help and permission on this?” His best friend asked.

“I would love to get more help, especially from the agency, but there’s too many rules with them for a case like this. We have to go off the books to find Y/N, because when we do, nobody and no rules are gonna stop me from killing the idiots who thought it was okay to touch my wife!” Bakugou screamed out.

“Well you do realize how illegal this is right? We’re heroes, we’re supposed to abide by the law, stop those who break it, and kinda enforce it too.” Mina said.

“We were Y/N’s friends and family before we were pro heroes. If you’re too scared to go on, I won’t force you to continue, but nothing is going to stop me.” Bakugou calmly said.

As the silence filled the room, everyone bowed their heads. They were all confused and scared and worried for their dear Y/N.

“......How’s Katsuo taking this?” Kaminari asked.

“For a 5 year old, really well. Since I dropped him off with Deku and Round Face, he’s had other things to do but I’m sure his mom is all he could think about....I made my son a promise and I’m going to keep it. I’m gonna get her back.” Bakugou said.

With that, another silence fell upon the room. The squad came up with multiple plans but they all had major flaws. The one with the biggest risk however, would be the most efficient one. After thinking about it and having it in the backs of their minds, Kirishima spoke.

“Bakugou, let’s go with your plan.” The entire group looked up at the faux red in shock.

“Kirishima are you crazy?!” Mina asked.

“People will die if we go through with it. People who don’t deserve death as a final punishment!” Sero added on.

“Well Y/N is gonna die if we don’t do something about it right now. We have the best option right now, and yeah, it’s not the most holy, but it’s what we got! Do we wanna save our friend or not?!” Kirishima exclaimed.

After exchanging some looks and nods of agreement, the group was in. They were so lucky they weren’t doing this by the books.

“Okay then. Cover our tracks, don’t leave behind any evidence, and nobody get caught. We keep a steady flow and waste no movements. Get in, save Y/N, get out.” Bakugou explained while standing up.

“Let’s go save my wife.”

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Here we are. The Bakusquad right infront of the warehouse they were keeping Y/N in. How did they get here? Bakugou’s plan of course. Go in to the HQ, demand answers, kill when getting no answers, kill when you got the answers. Kill, Kill, Kill. Blood now stained the hands of the Bakusquad both literally and figuratively. Whatever it takes to save her.

As Bakugou blew down the door with an explosion, multiple men came attacking the 5 heroes. Each henchman and goon getting killed in the process. When the crowd of people was left to just the pros, they looked around and saw Y/N right in the middle of the room. Her arms were being held up to suspend her and she was barely moving. Her body left in nothing but her panties and bra, her torso covered in blood and gashes, her arms littered with tears in the skin, her body covered in bruises, and her legs filled with cuts. The sight was torture to Bakugou as he attempted to run out to her.

“Y/NNN!!!” The blonde said as he sprinted towards his hurt wife, however, he was stopped.

“Come any closer and I’ll slash her pretty little throat.” Said a man as he showed up behind Y/N, coming out of the shadows and keeping Bakugou at bay.

Bakugou growled in frustration before speaking. “Let her go! Please! I’ll give you anything!” He bargained.

“Oh I know you will. That’s the whole reason why we took this gorgeous thing right here,” the man said while tilting your head to make you face him. Bakugou saw your blurred eyes stare right at the man in a dull manner. You were almost gone. “We want......well....we just want nothing to be honest. What we really want is you gone, but we’re aware we can’t kill you. None of us stand a chance against Dynamight BUT, there’s more than one way to destroy a person. When I kill your wife, your heart and soul, I’d be destroying you. Dynamight wouldn’t be able to function without his precious girl, and would be a shit hero because of it. More crime to the villains.”

Bakugou grunted at the whole thing, shaking in his boots. His dear wife, right there infront of him and he couldn’t do shit. Bakugou really got ticked on when the man spoke of what they did to Y/N.

“Don’t her scars look beautiful? She had the most melodious screams. It made the lot of my men wonder how she would sound in bed,” the smirked at he went to grab at Y/N’s breast.

“You bastard! Get your hands off my wife!” Bakugou screamed.

“That’s fine, I, along with others, have already had our fun with Y/N. Her pussy is completely stretched out now.” The man said with a smirk.

Bakugou saw red. “You fuckers RAPED MY Y/N?!???!!!!” The villain only smirked towards Bakugou before holding silence for a few seconds.

“Her cries were quite lovely,” the man said as he licked Y/N’s lips and kissed her. Everyone could see Y/N flinch and struggle to get away from the nasty attack. And they couldn’t do anything about it.

As the villain went on, Chargebolt noticed something. Rubber boots! How could he forget! After being on so many missions together, the Bakusquad all agreed the bottoms of their hero costumes should consist of rubber, so Denki could do his attack through the floor without hurting them. So with the villain distracted and back to talking, Denki shot 4 million volts into the floor, shocking the man, hearing him scream in pain. When Denki stopped the attack, the man was left there standing, still alive of course, but weak enough for Bakugou to take his anger out on him. Denki is such a good friend.

Bakugou blasted off and went straight to the man, grabbing his throat and beating him. He littered his with bruises and let the man experience all types of pain. It was a brutal murder and Bakugou ended it with grabbing the man’s neck and blasting him right then and there. It was over. It was done.

As Katsuki ran towards Y/N, he told the squad to clear the place of any proof they were there. Once he reached his wife and got her down and held her close and cried.

“K-Katsuki..” Y/N said weakly. Bakugou held her closer in his lap as he cried into her hair.

“I-...I’m here Y/N. I-it’s ok, I’m here. I got you....it’s over now.” Bakugou felt Y/N snuggle into him as she let a sigh of relief and comfort. Bakugou was too busy crying and saying his apologies. He couldn’t hear his sweet wife utter the most important phrase she had to say at the moment.

“Thank you.” She softly whimpered out.

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It took a few days for Y/N to be fixed up again. The rape was hard on Y/N, but that’s okay because Bakugou was willing to wait for her whenever she felt ready. He was just happy to have his family back together....well..almost. After having multiple appointments with recorvery girl and extra TLC at home, Y/N was ready to get her son back. The drive to Deku’s house would be excruciating. Y/N just wanted to hold her baby boy in her arms and feel his love.

“You ready?” Bakugou asked with a smile as he saw Y/N looking at herself in the mirror. She returned the smile and walked up to her husband, embracing him in a loving hug, which he gladly returned.

“Thank you....for everything, hero.” Y/N smiled with the side of her face pressed against his chest. Bakugou kissed the top of her head before speaking.

“I love you, Teddy Bear.” Bakugou smiled.

“....Yeah...well not as much as I love you.” She said back with sass.

Bakugou’s eyes shot open at that comment.

“Is that a challenge shitty woman?!” Bakugou said while shaking her at her shoulders. Y/N only giggled before speaking.

“Nope, a challenge would be who gets to drive the new car to pick up Katsuo!” Y/N said while taking the keys out of Katsuki’s hand and running off.

“Wha- but-.....BUT I WANNA DRIVE IT!” He said like a child. The two tussled for the right to drive and laughed as they finally got to be together as the loving couple they are.

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As Bakugou drove, Y/N held onto his hand. They were both smiling and couldn’t wait to be a happy family again.

“I’ve missed him so much..” Y/N said aloud.

Bakugou looked at her with content before speaking.

“And he’s missed you, Teddy Bear. We both did. It didn’t feel right with you gone.” He said while picking up your hand and giving it a kiss.

“Well I’m back now.” You said while smiling.

“And everything is almost perfect, we just need to get one more thing.” Katsuki said as he pulled into Deku’s driveway.

When the green haired hero opened the door for the couple, his eyes sparkled with joy and relief.

“Y/N! You’re safe!” The young pro said while embracing you.

“Safe and ready to see my son!” You said with excitement.

“He’s upstairs in his room. I don’t think he woke up yet, oh and I’m sorry Ochako isn’t here. She would’ve loved to see you back home, safe.” Deku said with a smile as he made way for you both.

“No worries, I’ll give her a call,” you said as you dragged Bakugou’s hand up the stairs. Before you continued, you turned to look at Deku.

“Thank you for taking care of Katsuo while we were gone, Izuku. It means a lot to us.” You said with appreciation and friendly love.

Deku nodded with a smile as he gestured for you to continue your journey to your son. As you walked into the room, you saw him with messy bed hair, a little drool on his mouth, and covered in blankets. The sight of him almost brought you to tears. As Bakugou closed the door, you sat in his bed just petting his head, waiting for Bakugou to join you. With Katsuki now by your side, you shook the little boy gently until he stirred awake.

“Katsuo...I missed you, love.” You whispered.

“Wha...huh?” Katsuo said, while looking around. When his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw an Angel. His mother right next to him, giving him the kindest smile he’s ever seen. With tears in his eyes, he jumped on her, giving her the biggest hug.

“MOM!!!” The boy loudly sobbed as he held onto you tight. The moment was perfect. The light shining in on the room, a mother and son embracing each other, and tears of joy all around.

“Hi baby. I’m home.” You sighed as you held him tighter. “I’m so sorry if I worried you, Katsuo.”

“N-no, it’s okay. Dad p-romised me you’d be back. H-he promised he would bring you b-back and dad always keeps hi-s promises.” Katsuo said while trying to fight the little hiccups coming his way.

“He really does, doesn’t he?” You said while looking over at your husband. His eyes were filled with tears and he was smiling so much his cheeks were turning red.

“I-I love you both, so damn much.” Katsuki said with breaks in his voice. He leaned into to hold the two in his arms as he teared up along side with them. The family all together again, the love for one another stronger than ever before.

Bakugou thought they should be getting home soon, but that word seemed to mess with him. Home. It wasn’t a big mansion or the buildings that could be considered a house. His home was all right here in his arms. His home consisted of his wife and his son. His home are the two people in his life that mattered most to him. His home is right here, with them. No matter where they are, where they go, or what happens, Y/N Bakugou and Katsuo Bakugou will always be his home.

A/N: y’all I’m sorry if this sucked😭 I started this about a week ago, and took a minor break and wasn’t able to finish it. I finally did, and it’s kinda sloppy but I hope you enjoyed it none the less. I really just wanted to get it out bc the person that requested it was waiting for awhile so I felt so bad but HERE IT ISSS!! I hope you enjoy it. I’m sorry for the delay. See you soon Bear Cubs! 💗🧸

[howlingday]

the girls of rwby (along with nora and pyrrha) are all goddesses who have come to judge humanity... it's not going well and should it continue humanity will be destroyed

only one man can save us, JAUNE ARC! he will have to seduce and romance every one of them to save us all!

.... so how screwed is humanity?

Vice and Virtue

Long ago, far longer than you may remember, there was a time when humanity was truly in it's darkest hour. Horrible, black beasts known as Grimm rampaged across the land, destroying everything man had made. It seemed destiny deemed us unworthy of living, and we were condemned to perish like smoke in the wind.

But then they arrived. Seven, beautiful goddesses fell from the heavens and slew the beasts. Humanity was saved, but the goddesses' work was not yet done, for each bestowed a gift upon us.

From Ruby, the youngest of the Seven, came steel. She taught us to forge tools and weapons to defend ourselves from the Grimm, should we be beyond their grace. Thus, she was declared The Daughter of the Forge.

From Weiss, the stern lieutenant of the Seven, came Dust, a magical element designed to imbue our weapons and tools with properties of the elements themselves! Thus, she was known as the The Heiress of the Elements.

From Blake, the most recluse of the Seven, came knowledge. She taught us to read and write, as well as gifted us with a broader perspective of the world at large. Thus, she was awarded the title of The Mistress of Tomes.

From Yang, the most aggressive of the Seven, came strength. She taught us to no longer fear the beasts, but to grow angry and strike back tenfold of what we lost! Thus, she was acknowledged as The Mother of the Heart.

From Nora, the kindest of the Seven, came joy. She bestowed upon us the gift of laughter, the ability to think positively, to shirk away the horrors of the dark and to accept the light. Thus, she was accepted as the Queen of Laughter.

Yes, yes, children. I am about to tell you of our final goddess; the one who leads both the Seven as well as ourselves. However, you must know that she was the only one of the Seven to not gift humanity with a blessing, for she foresaw a great darkness within humanity; a terrible, evil thing that corrupts us, and forces our will to sin. So, instead, she ordered us to obey the Doctrine of Destiny.

Yes, my children; the very same Doctrine your parents order you to obey every day, from the Sun's Dawn to the Moon's Dusk. Thus, for this order, she was Pyrrha, Champion of Destiny!

Now, how do the Seven rule over us? Well, it all began long ago...

"Aaaaaaugh!" Nora screamed. "This is so boring! Can we please watch a different mortal?!"

"Not yet!" Ruby shouted back. "I need to see if he wins her!"

"You can look back at the dumb sword later!"

"I'll show you a dumb sword!" Ruby leaped over the table, tackling Nora. "It's called my fist!"

"Nora toss!" Ruby flew through the air, landing into Yang and Blake as the two were passing by.

Blake groaned as she sat up from her fall. She looked down at the dazed, smaller goddess, whose head was in her lap. Once Ruby came to, she immediately fell asleep. Blake grumbled and pinched Ruby's cheeks to wake her.

Yang, however, leapt from her fall and charged around the table, chasing the fleeing Nora. The shorter girl wailed and cried as she was pursued, but this did not slow the golden goddess. If anything, it spurred her to pick up her pace.

Weiss, sat down and watched as the mortal failed his test, the sword carried away by an older man, presumably his father. She swiped to a different mortal, who was cowering as another portal pushed him towards the water. Bored with him, she swiped again.

Pyrrha stepped down from her alcove to investigate the chaos. She watched as Yang chased Nora, Ruby sleep on top of Blake, and Weiss swipe across mortals on the viewing port. She sighed as she walked down the steps to the port. Extending a hand, she caught Yang, letting Nora continue to run. As Yang swung at Pyrrha, she caught her fist.

"Stop." Yang lowered her fist, and head, and sat down next to Weiss.

Pyrrha then made her way to Blake, trapped by the sleeping goddess in her lap. She knelt down and tapped her face. The goddess stirred, but did not wake.

"He failed." Ruby immediately awoken and rushed to the port. There she argued with Weiss to use it. Pyrrha helped Blake up and led her to the table, where she sat next to Yang. "Nora." The girl stopped, looking to Pyrrha. "Sit." She did as she was told.

Weiss returned the port to the downtrodden young man in the port. He was sitting on a stump, head down as he sighed.

"Oh no!" Ruby cried. "He did fail!"

"So what? It was just a sword." Nora commented.

"You're just a sword!" Ruby stood to restart her assault, but Yang shot her a glare, and she sat down.

"I'm sure it was a really good sword, but it's not worth fighting over." Yang said, trying to calm Ruby. She watched as the boy sat and moped, head in his hands. She twisted her face in discomfort as she thought. 'Could do without his moping, though.'

"Agh!" Pyrrha gripped her head as her emerald eyes shined with a beautiful, green light. As beautiful as it was, however, it could not compare to the agonizing burning sensation she felt in her head. The others watched, for they knew what this was. It was the reason she was the head of the goddesses, their leader blessed with a powerful gift. Pyrrha was recieving a prophecy, a vision of a destiny to be realized.

And from the pain she was in, it was a prophecy to come soon. A fate that often ended in a death.

The young man stood before Pyrrha, sword in hand. He raised his blade high above him, both hands gripping the hilt, and brought it low. The next image was of the young man weeping over the fallen form of the goddess. She lay still at his feet, his blade soaked in blood.

When Pyrrha came to from her vision, the others surrounded her.

"Step away," Weiss called out, "let her breathe!"

"What happened?" Nora kneeled next to Pyrrha, refusing to back away as the others had. "Did you have a vision?"

"Yes." Pyrrha stood on shaky legs as Nora guided her to her feet. "I foresaw that man, and he will be my death."

The others stood in silence, each slowly turning their heads to the morose lad on his seat. Nora and Ruby shared a look of concern, while Yang and Weiss grit their teeth in anger. Blake, however, approached the port. She studied the mortal as though he were a puzzle to be solved.

After a few moments, she sighed, looking back to Pyrrha. "What do you suggest?"

"I say we kill him!" Yang barked with rage. "A mortal who threatens the goddesses must be dealt with severely!"

"Must you be so barbaric?" Weiss rolled her eyes. "I suggest we place him in the Dust mines. Some hard labor will deter any attack."

"We could just, you know, ignore him?" Nora offered. "He doesn't have a sword, so I don't see why we should even bother worrying about him."

"I say we steal his sword!" Ruby leapt onto the table around the porthole. "He can't hurt us if he doesn't have it!"

Blake sighed, and walked to Pyrrha. Guiding her to her seat, she knelt next to her and massaged her hand. As Pyrrha regained her bearings, Blake asked again.

"What do you suggest?"

Jaune Arc carried hay from the storage unit to the stable. As he tossed it over the fence, two horses approached him, a stallion and a mare. The stallion was black with a fiery-orange mane, and a temper to match. The mare was white with a mane of gold, and spirit as gentle as a morning breeze.

The two shared this stable since they were purchased by his family years ago, since Jaune was only a lad. He had always dreamed of being a warrior, fit for his family name, but it seems he was only fit for tending to these two. But he didn't mind. These two were his responsibility, after all, so it wouldn't be fair to leave them alone for him to play hero.

Still, though, the thoughts never left his mind. He imagined battling ferocious monsters. He dreamed rescuing damsels and the innocent from the wicked. He fantasized traveling outside these lands atop his horse.

But which one? The stallion was certainly brave, if his temper was any way of telling. But his temper was mostly directed towards Jaune. If the boy traveled too close to the stable, the stallion would rear back and charge towards him, before tearing back again and stomping his hooves around him.

Perhaps the mare then? Ah, but where the stallion was bold, she was as shy. She would often hide away into the shade of the stable, leaving it's safety only for meals or when no one else was nearby. She wasn't a mare for heroics. To say she was a mare for anything besides shying away would be completely untrue.

As the two ate from their pile, Jaune leaned in and pet their heads. The stallion grunted while the mare's ears flicked. He smiled and leaned against the fence, sighing with satisfaction.

"Such beautiful creatures, no?"

Jaune looked to his right and saw a robed figure standing next him. They were tall, with a deep crimson robe with golden trimmings. The voice sounded feminine, leading Jaune to think the figure was a woman. She turned and smiled at him, the robe covering the rest of her face. "What are their names?"

"Names?" Jaune looked to the horses, holding his chin with his fingers. "I... don't know. We never named them."

"No? Beautiful creatures deserve beautiful names, no?" She extended her pale, delicate hand towards him. "Like yourself. I'm sure you have a beautiful name."

Jaune blushed a bit at that. "Uh, Jaune. My name is Jaune."

"Jaune." She said his name with a sigh, like it was a pleasant breeze on a clear, summer day. "Why haven't you named these horses, Jaune?"

"I... I don't know." He turned around and leaned back against the fence. "I never thought about naming them."

"Never?" Jaune shook his head. The woman pointed her finger at the stallion, who snorted and flared his nostrils at her. "You have a fiery soul; a temper like a volcano, and twice as dangerous. Henceforth, you will be Vulcan."

The stallion stomped his hooves at his naming, like a child throwing a tantrum. The woman giggled at this and reached into the stable.

"Wait! Don't-!" Jaune reached to woman, but as he grabbed her, he slipped and fell onto his face. He wiped to mud from his face and witnessed something unbelievable.

Vulcan, the stallion who never let anyone near his stable without an offering, placed his head against the woman's palm. He breathed calmly as she stroked her thumb along his hair. She removed her hand and kneeled to lift Jaune to his feet.

"What about her?" She asked, gesturing to the mare. "What would her name be?"

Jaune looked at the mare. She looked back at him, almost expectantly, as she shook her head. She was beautiful; a horse many would fight for just to have and gloat about it. If Jaune were a warrior, he would be proud to be held aloft by such a magnificent creature.

"Gloria." He said. "Her name is Gloria." She trotted by to her shade, but he noticed that she had livelier steps in her canter. He chuckled.

"But what about you?" Jaune looked to the woman. "Does this beautiful creature have a name?"

The woman chuckled. "Indeed." She removed her hood with a smile, and down her head flowed a beautiful river of hair that reminded him of a fire-pit, with piercing eyes like those of gemstone. "I am the disciple of my goddess, the Lady of Black, and my name is Cinder Fall."

[gaypirate420]

What?// James Hook.

A/N: I make this "drabble" or whatever it's called based on a prompt i saw.

"(Y/N/N)" is for your pirate name!.

(English is not my first lenguage so, i apologise about any mistakes, feel free to correct me).

Please reblog my stuff <3.

This version of Hook is based on the 2003 Peter Pan live action.

The Captain was on the beach about to return to his ship, "(Y/N), my love can you-"the pirate noticed that his lover wasn't with him.

"SME-" "There is not rason to scream Cap'n i'm right here" The older man interrupted his captain.

"Oh i am SO sorry Mr.Smee" the captain said sarcastically "Do you have any idea of where (Y/N) could be?" The long-haired pirate said, getting closer to the smaller man.

"Um, (Y/N) said that they left something back on the jungle, and that they be right back." Smee explained, the captain raised his eyebrow.

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"ugh, where is it!" The (H/C) pirate said, "It was right here!" (Y/N) keep looking through the bushes.

"Ahhh there you are!" The pirate raised a bottle of rum that was on the floor.

"Are you (Y/N/N)?" A voice said.

"If i own you money, then I am not that pirate" (Y/N) said trying to found the source of the voice while taking out their gun.

"You don't own me anything!" The voice shouted.

"ohhh well then yes! I am the one and only (Y/N/N)". The pirate said proudly, "May I know who are you?".

A boy came out of one of the trees.

"You" said (Y/N).

"Peter Pan" the pirate pointed their gun at the flying boy.

"I can't believe it!" Peter said exited.

"I finally found you!" (Y/N) was so confused.

"You are that old man little secret!" Peter began to get closer and closer.

"um I guess i am, how can I help you, young man?" (Y/N) asked almost whispering.

"Well, I am going to kill you!" the little bastard said.

"I beg your fucking pardon?" The pirate said confused "he is not serious" (Y/N) thought "he's a kid-well he did chop off James hand when he said he will."

"Why do you want to kill me?" The pirate was walking backwards while looking at the child.

"Well" the child began to explain himself "Hook took Wendy away from me, he convinced her to return to her home and grow up, so now i'm taking you away from that old man!"Peter said while flying around (Y/N).

"Understandable, could you at least wait until I finish my rum though"? The (E/C) pirate said.

"What?" Peter asked confused.

"It's a really good rum"(Y/N) said to the child.

BAM! A very loud shootgun.

"YOU LITTLE BASTARD! LEAVE THEM ALONE" Hook screamed from the top of his lungs with a smoky gun on his hand. Peter raised his sword and fly directly to the (H/C) pirate, (Y/N) blocked the attack, Hook pointed his gun at Peter.

"JAMES PUT THAT GUN DOWN" (Y/N) scream without looking at their husband.

"AHAHAHA loo-" the boy couldn't speak the (H/C) pirate was really putting a battle on him.

The Captain only observe from the distance, he was scared and confused.

"AGH"(Y/N) screamed, Peter cut them right on their side.

"HA! WHA-"Peter gasp, the injured pirate make a nasty cut on his arm, the boy fly away.

"COWARD!" (Y/N) shout while falling on the ground.

"(Y/N)! My love, please stay with me" Hook voice sound with an echo.

"i'm so tired" (Y/N) said before they fell asleep.

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(Y/N) woke up on the captain's cabin with a horrible ache on their side, "ugh that will defitnily leave a scar" the pirate tried to sit while touching the patched up cut on their side.

The Captain was on his desk with his hand on his face, "hehe Hello Jimmy" the (E/C) pirate said with a smirk.

"Don't "Jimmy" me, (Y/N) i was so worried, you could have died" Hook stand up from his desk and got closer to the bed where his lover is, "I- I don't know what i will do without you, dear-"Hook sat down and (Y/N) put their hand on the captain's cheek.

"but i'm not dead, James, i'm fine" (Y/N) said calmly.

"Why did you stop me?" Hook asked.

"huh? Oh with Peter, well because i knew you weren't on your 5 sentences, so if you shoot, Peter would fly...and bye bye little old (Y/N)".the (H/C) pirate said while looking at their husband, Hook didn't say anything for a while.

"James?" (Y/N) talked " What's on that pretty head of yours?" Hook look at his lover, "Nothing and at the same time everthing, sweetheart" the Captain said with a very low voice.

"Come here" the (E/C) pirate said while making space for the Captain in the bed "i'm tired, you are tired, let's go to sleep" Hook only nod and take of his shirt and the harness with his hook.

Hook sat on the bed, "My love?" (Y/N) said.

"Sorry" Hook said going to his lover arms.

"Please don't leave me" Hook put his head on his lover's neck.

"I won't" (Y/N) said brushing with their fingers Hook's hair.

"I love you so much" Hook said closing his eyes.

"I love you too, darling" (Y/N) said.

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A/N: hola :0, i hope you like it, this is my first time writing a fic.

[glorious-imagines]

The Grass was Burned on the Other Side

"That movie was epic!" The oldest of their clan exclaimed with glee.

Y/n rolled her eyes. She and her twin, Y/t/n, wanted to watch that new princess movie that had just come out in theatres. But their big brother had won the luck of the draw. They went to some stupid action-filled movie. It had lots of fighting and lots of explosions. Honestly, it wasn't horrible but it could have at least had a romantic interest that didn't die.

"Since Y/b/n picked the movie you girls can pick where we eat." Her dad announced from the driver's seat.

Both girls brightened immediately. "Friendlies!" They shouted simultaneously. Their mother chuckled and Y/b/n pouted.

"We always go to Friendlies." He crossed his arms. "Can't we go somewhere else?" He glanced at his younger sisters.

Y/n and Y/t/n gave each other a look before nodding. "We want Fridays", they stated causing Y/b/n's lips to part in a huge grin.

Their parents smiled with content happiness. Their daughters were heaven-sent. Such kind beautiful souls.

Y/b/n gave his sisters big wet kisses to which they were playfully disgusted. "I love you so much!"

They were all laughing at the twin's antics when suddenly a truck collided with them.

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Beeping.

Yelling. Can't make out a single word.

Bright lights.

Sirens.

Images moving too fast for dull azure eyes to follow.

Pain. So much pain.

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"She's waking up!" Someone yelled. Sounded male.

"Hi there." A man in a white lab coat shined a light in her eyes. "You've been asleep for a long time." He put the light away to stare at her. Then her monitor. It was beeping steadily.

"Wa-agh!" Her throat was sore and severely dry. Speaking was painful.

"You haven't used your voice in a while. Trying to talk will be strenuous for a bit." He checked her vitals. "Do you know who you are? Nod, don't speak." She did so. "Good good. Do you recall what happened to you?" She shook her head no. He asked her more questions to which she nodded yes or no and he wrote them down. He was done after thirty minutes.

He said something to the nurse, the young male voice, who wrote on his clipboard. He left afterward. "You remember what happened?" She shrugged watching as the nurse brought forth syringes and tiny tubes. "You and your brother were the only ones to survive."

She hardly felt anything. Barely an ounce of emotion resided in her heart. Duty and obligation were the things she felt strongest, if barely. She wanted to see him but couldn't voice that, so she stared.

Dr. Holt placed a hand on top of her extremely curly mass of brown hair. "Don't worry you'll be up and about in no time."

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It was weeks before she was allowed to see Y/b/n. He was worse off than she. Though, she couldn't find it in her to be upset at their situation. She wondered why. Some jackass took her family from her. Shouldn't she be pissed? Sad? Vengeful? She was certain she was supposed to feel a whole flurry of emotions. And yet, there was almost nothing.

About a month or so after that she was able to walk and move normally. Dr. Holt seemed to think it was a phenomenal feat. Though, he told her she'd be moving in no time. Said recovery was supposed to take years, if at all. She was nothing short of a miracle.

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She had been out for twelve years. Waking just after her twentieth birthday. Her hair was really long and unruly. Took her about her recovery time to get it to some semblance of presentable. Her once rich chocolate skin was ashen, mostly from lack of sun. It would change. She now reached about five feet three inches and her body could kill with a voluptuous hourglass figure.

Her sister looked much the same though her eyes were the color and shine of rubies. Y/t/n had come to her a week after her first visit with Y/b/n. She was alive and completely unharmed. Not even mentally marred. Why had the doctor lied to her? It didn't matter, she decided. She was starting to feel something.

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She would be released to the custody of Bruce Wayne. She didn't know why but didn't question it either. Their initial meeting was odd from her perspective. She just barely reached adulthood and he was a very handsome man. She said most things that came to her mind and she tried not to say the vulgar things her new more matured mind conjured up. She stuttered on her words and her feet tangled themselves. She didn't know where the thoughts came from. She was literally new to adulting. Wasn't even awake to go through puberty.

Mr. Wayne only laughed at her. She didn't like his amusement at her expense. When he made eye contact with her sister something changed. He still looked and acted very tickled by her actions. Not outwardly differing from his act. An act that he'd been no doubt playing for years and he was damn good at it.

"You must be Y/t/n?" He asked it but it sounded more like a statement. Y/t/n said nothing to him and smiled.

"You have a nice car, Mr. Wayne. I'm curious, why are you taking in two strange women?"

His own smile didn't falter. "I'm just trying to help. Is that so wrong?"

Y/n was sure this was some kind of game that was high stakes and off-limits to her. Bruce moved to open the door for them but Y/t/n beat him to it. Her sisters' actions were strange. She kept silent about that, too.

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Wayne manor was huge. Huge and luxurious. She was happy he allowed her to stay. She had found out many secrets about Bruce Wayne. Most of them are purely by accident. He didn't lie to her about the cave she literally stumbled into and nearly lost her life.

Her new self was extremely accident-prone.

As it was, Batman and Bruce Wayne are close friends. She swore not to tell their secrets if he allowed her free reign of all of Wayne manor. He said that was something he could easily oblige. Was glad she didn't ask for his identity. She told him she couldn't care less about who he was. Y/t/n was quite interested in Batman, however. Y/n didn't think such was a good thing.

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She was sitting in Batman's chair when the Red Hood arrived. Reading about magic. A subject that she had recently divulged much time in.

"Picking up strays, Batman?" He is aloof and rude. She doesn't think they will get along well.

"What's your name, beautiful?" And extremely sardonic.

She glares at him and Batman answers for her. "Y/n Y/l/n. She and her sister, Y/t/n, are staying with Bruce Wayne."

"So, she doesn't--" Batman cuts him off with a look. "Listen, you're better off without the likes of Bruce or Bats. Save yourself the trouble."

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She meets the Flash next. She thinks he likes her. And she likes him, too. He is funny and romantic. And makes her feel more emotions. New emotions.

"And who are you?" He questions and of what shows of his face she can see the tint of red.

Batman is about to answer for her again but she wouldn't allow it. "Y/n." She stands centimeters from him, offers her hand. "Y/n Y/l/n."

He removes his mask. His blues are not like hers. His blues match the sky. They are bright and hopeful. She likes his eyes the most.

"Barry Allen." He takes her hand in his and gives it a light kiss. "Pleasure to meet you."

Batman has watched the exchange with extreme skepticism and bemusement. He cannot believe the level of trust he portrayed in a stranger. This girl could only bring shit tons of trouble with her. He didn't know how but she was definitely trouble.

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Y/t/n didn't like Barry. Y/t/n didn't like any of the Justice League. They were manipulative. Y/t/n knew they were the reason her siblings ending up in coma's. Their parents dead.

She yelled at her. Not really yelling as she was still very much so impassive. Her sister isn't mad at her. But the words she hears from her sister's mouth are unexpected.

"They are responsible for our family's despair." And crimson met electric blues with such conviction they hurt.

She wishes she could go back to not feeling anything.

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She and Y/t/n discover their own power. Turns out their family was not ordinary.

Hers is electricity. At least, that is what she decides. It comes out blue like her eyes and can also be used as a sort of adrenaline shot. It can come from the sky or the wires of the city. She likes it. It will aid her in her endeavors.

Y/t/n's are mystical. She says they are celestial, Y/n doesn't see a difference. She will help Y/n in whatever path she chooses. But it is a good idea to get some tutors for their new abilities.

Y/n agrees.

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Zatanna and Black Lightning are brought for their specific power. Batman helps with combat training and brings Wonder Woman along for the ride. They learn other things too. Wonder Woman insists that having a head for battle will be beneficial. The twins are compliant with all that they're taught. They are good actresses.

On a mission(that Batman is pissed they snuck along on) they have their first encounter with Joker. He is… something. She doesn't quite know what to make of him. But she doesn't hate him. Y/t/n does, however. And Y/t/n can see that she has an odd fascination for the deranged man.

He gets away. Which, apparently, is the norm for him and Bats.

"He kind of reminds me of you, Batman." Her striking blues are curious and naive.

"Don't involve yourself with him." That is all the dark knight says before promptly disappearing with a literal blink of the eye.

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She has learned to do many things with her lightning. She can make people. They are small and easily destroyed but they make great spy material. She uses them in Wayne manor. Doing little more than pilfering snacks from Mr. Wayne's secret stash.

"If you eat too much of that stuff a trip to the dentist will have you fear them." He jokes when he catches her eating oatmeal cream pies.

She giggles in spite of herself. In the months that she has known him, she learns that most of his jokes are uncle jokes. And he is a relief to her dark mind. She hopes to not involve him in her own shit.

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Barry is the perfect gentleman. He truly cares for her. Almost makes her feel bad about her plans for the future.

He's taken Y/n out to eat. In Japan. The experience is awe-inspiring. She learns new things about herself there. She can speak Japanese. And her parents lived in Okinawa for a while. Her parents' friends say she looks like her dad. Especially in the eyes. His fire is there. And the flames will consume her if she lets them.

Barry berates the woman. But his date is not upset. She smiles at the old woman. Almost leering. And he is momentarily afraid of her.

"The flames consume me because I tell them to." The old lady is frightened and Barry has to use force to calm her down.

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Batman looks at Y/n differently. He has somehow managed to fall for her but not in the conventional sense. An enlightenment from the Red Hood.

That's kinda gross." She states in confusion. "I don't see him like that, at all."

He sits with her on the edge of the roof. He laughs, "Not like that, airhead"

Y/n adjusts her glasses then stares at the city beneath them. "Then how and how do you know?"

"Most of the strays that come through Bats and Bruce start to see them as a sort of family. I know this because you're still around." That doesn't help much. Y/t/n is also 'still around.'

She doesn't press the conversation any further. Whatever the case, she can use this.

The Red Hood ruffles her hair and then he is gone.

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This is their first kiss.

It is sweet and soft like gummy bears. It is more electric than her power and it shoots her heart into the stars. It makes her greedy for more and feverish at the same time.

"Wow." Was all he managed to say.

Breathless she agreed, "Indeed." And she crashes her lips onto his once more. She wants more. Needs more. Craves more.

He picks her up, she wraps her legs around his torso, neither breaks the kiss. Her hands find his sun-kissed hair, roam under her shirt, his warm hands scorching her back.

"Barry? What are you doing here." The pair all but leapt from each other's arms.

"Mr. Wayne, I-I-I'm sorry." She is flocked with embarrassment and fled from the vicinity without another word.

Bruce watches her go and only speaks again when he knows she's out of earshot. "Aren't you little old for her, Barry?"

"Aren't you a little young, Bruce? To be her father, I mean?" Barry shot back at him.

Bruce grunted, squaring his shoulders. "Maybe but I don't like you spending time with her. She's a child and needs more time to reacquaint herself with life."

"She is an adult, Bruce. She is more capable of making her own decisions than you think she is." Barry frowned as Batman walked away, promptly ending the conversation. He hated when the Bat was right.

Y/t/n had watched their little interaction from her perch on the ceiling, like a spider about to pounce. 'Interesting', she thought with mild amusement.

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Today, they went to visit their brother. He was still in his seemingly eternal slumber. But this time she could feel. And she was livid. Her anger boiling into the ferocity of molten lava. She wanted nothing more than to kill them all and be done with it.

"Relax, sister, you have a plan." Y/t/n came readily to rid her of her self damning thoughts. "Going in guns a blazing will only lead to your defeat. Your plans will work. And they will do the most damage." Y/t/n was right, as she always is.

Y/n slipped her hand into her brothers. Still warm with life and rigid with death. "They will pay, Y/b/n. And then we'll see if magic can wake you." She kissed his forehead tenderly, smoothed out his hair then let her hands drop to her sides.

"Let's go." And Y/t/n followed her sister merrily skipping out the room.

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"Anything?" Diana asked discreetly as she held a wine glass to her lips.

"Nothing." Bruce Wayne glanced at the twins in long, bohemian style, periwinkle dresses. "Y/t/n is a complete anomaly."

"Truly? Zatanna hasn't come up with a single thing?" The disbelief was evident in her voice.

Bruce heaved a sigh, "Zatanna won't be able to help."

The Amazon's eyes diverted from the twins. "Oh? And why's that?"

"It's dark magic. Beyond her capabilities. We'll have to confront Constantine."

"What?" Now surprise and confusion had taken her beautiful features. "Would Ra's not be the better bet?"

Bruce shook his head. "He's dead. And Constantine is willing to make deals. If it comes down to it we go to Fate."

Diana was silent and sipped her wine, choosing to watch the brown-skinned girl dance with Barry.

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"I've been thinking…" Y/n planted her rump in the speedster's lap.

Barry breathed in the intoxicating scent of the rainforest. It was an odd scent for a woman but it suited her so well. He let his arms drape around her neck, setting his chin atop her head. He hummed for her to continue.

"Maybe I can use my abilities to run." She paused, biting her lip, nerves getting to her. When he only stared at her, her nerves skyrocketed. "Or not. I-I-I mean if it's sa-sacred to you… I understand." The last part was whispered in dejection and her head downcast.

The Flash smirked, she was just adorable. "If you think you can keep up, Y/n." Electric blue orbs gaze at him in awe, he kisses her.

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It's been an entire year, now. She was 21. Which meant she could finally drink? She didn't really care about that. It had been a whole year since she woke from her coma. She felt she'd waited long enough. Y/n had wanted to take things further with Barry. She wasn't exactly sure how, though.

Shana made her watch a lot of porn. She read trashy erotic novels and adult romances. She did many things to mature her brain faster and porn was by far the worst and most embarrassing.

No, that's a lie. The most embarrassing thing had been that Batman found out.

"You plan on escalating things with the Flash?" He was typing away at his supercomputer when he asked her.

Coming from someone like Wonder Woman such a question would sound curious and playful. From Batman, the electric superheroine felt like she committed crimes against humanity. Y/n was glad her skin was the color of the rich soil it was, else she'd be bright red as the sun with embarrassment. The heat was there, however, making her sweat.

"E-excuse me?" He merely gave her a blatant look that said he wasn't going to repeat himself. "I… uh… that is… um…"

"It's none of your business, Batman." Y/t/n intervenes, always to her sisters' rescue.

"You don't like the Flash." The statement made the sorceress stand at attention.

"Leave them alone, Bats. What Y/n does is her own business." The Red Hood ruffled her hair.

"Thank you," she released a breath to let loose her extreme discomfort. "They're right, you know. Now, if you'll excuse me."

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"I really like you, Barry."

"Really now?"

She lightly hit him in the chest. "Don't be coy. I'm trying to lay my soul bare."

He chuckled, "/Really like/, those are such strong words." His brilliant blues examined her.

"Seriously?" She was getting annoyed with him. "You know what I mean."

"Do I?"

"I love you!" She blurts out and he smiles while her heart feels like it's beating faster than he can run.

The speedster held her cheeks in his fingers gently, clear skies staring into pure lightning. "Was that so hard?" He kisses her forehead.

"When I woke from that coma, I couldn't feel a thing emotionally." She rests her head on his chest. "My sister and Batman didn't bring out the positive emotions. I was left with longing and feeling lost. Then you arrived and I couldn't stop myself from the fall. I don't think I want to."

She holds him tighter to her person as fear suddenly takes her. "I love you, Barry Allen. I'm in love with you and I am ready to take the next step in our relationship."

"I love you, too, Y/n Y/l/n. Am in love with you. However, I don't think either of us is ready for marriage."

She giggles, "I can see how you'd come to that conclusion but I wasn't talking about marriage. Though, your willingness, or lack thereof, to get married to me will be a topic for a later date."

Confusion began to take root so he questions her. "What are you talking about?"

She takes a few deep breaths before replying. "I want to lose my virginity." This stuns the scarlet speedster to silence. "Well, say something or I'll die of mortification."

He takes her hands in his and holds them to his heart. "I would be honored to be your first. Things are always so fast that even for me it's hard to keep up. Even our relationship was rather quick but this… If you don't mind, I'd like to take things slow. I want for you to enjoy this, for both of us to enjoy this. To enjoy each other."

He kissed her passionately, allowing many emotions to fill it but saving most of himself for the main course. "I'll set everything up and we'll meet at my place. Unless you'd prefer somewhere else."

She nuzzled into his chest again, "as long as I'm with you it doesn't really matter."

But he was adamant about making her first time one the greatest experience of her entire life. "I'm gonna get a hotel room for a few nights. We'll, eat, talk, and…" a glance at her and he realized he was on his way to ramble. "I'll pick you up at eight."

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Today was the day. The day that was the start of grander things to come.

Y/n Y/l/n stood on the roof with the bat signal activated. Her presence here disturbed Batman. If she wanted to talk the Batcave should have done just fine. He didn't say anything, merely observed her.

"I'm going to join the villain alliance."

And just that one sentence tore him to his very core. "You don't know what you're doing."

"Of course, you would assume such." She turned to face him.

"They aren't people you want to be tangled up with."

Those once striking blues held a fire he was all too familiar with. "I assure you, Batman, I know full well what I am getting into.

"What about your sister? Or the Flash? Your brother?"

Lightning sparked at her feet then steadily rose around her body till she was illuminated in blue sparks. She began to lift from the roof.

"My sister will be fine. Y/b/n is a vegetable. And Barry…" she takes a breath and another and another. She feels the tears coming before they make an appearance and she stares into the skies willing the coming storm to move faster. "Be still my heart, thou hast known worse than this."

She regards him with finality. "I love Barry but what we had is over. This is more important. The next time we meet, we will be enemies." And a large bolt of lightning strikes her. She is gone.

Batman wonders if he'll ever get to be the ideal hero.

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This was actually supposed to be for my oc's. Now its a longs ass barely proofread reader imagine. Uhh, enjoy?

[mocacheezy]

Things that made watching Transformers (2007) easier and even enjoyable:

[note: B'verse gets the treatment that it gets by fandom for good reasons. There are tons of posts that dissect the bullshit of these movies far better than my second-language-english-non-american self could ever tackle, so I am not doing that, or plan on doing that. But if I decide that I'll get through every continuity of the franchise I will find a way to make it fun for myself. And so, this is my search for golden nuggets in these movies, because they did bring in new fans to the franchise and that's why we have other continuities that we might not have otherwise. Credit where it's due, and some positivity for those that did find B'verse at least amusing if nothing else. ]

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Frenzy

Anytime Frenzy was on screen made me smile because his movements and personality were hilarious, he is just so expressive despite looking like someone super glued a bunch of knifes together. I wouldn't know it was Frenzy if I didn't go to the Wiki, but no matter that, he was funny and that's what matters.

The original Cybertronian robot modes

We don't see them for long, but the glimpses were glorious. Just look at Optimus

Gorgeous. What I wouldn't give to see the details up close. Maybe I'll go looking eventually, but this is just so nice.

We also get a "sexily rises from the pool" scene with Ironhide (probably unintentional and I am biased due to being a robofucker. In any case, very very nice and Cybertronians look so good as aliens)

"Excuse me, are you the Tooth Fairy?"

You see this kid?

This little girl was the only human I cared about in the movie until I saw just how badass Mikaela is, and how cool the military dude is. I don't like kids, but I would lay down my life for this girl.

This one scene just makes me think of what would happen if her parents showed up way earlier. Ironhide would be her guardian and it would be both adorable and hilarious because "Honey, you have to drive in a sentient alien that looks just like our car because the goverment men said so or there will be consequences and potential alien threats."

There are so many joke potentials there; the cultural barrier, the "I am the ine that is supposed to keep her safe" glaring contests, there is just so much shenanigans that could happen.

Also, tea party with the kid. Tea party with the kid.

Sam Witwicky actually reacts like an average human would when faced with the situations he finds himself in

Do I like Sam Witwicky? No, he is the kind of character that I would want to punch irl because of his personality and actions. He is disgusting. But watching him scamper and scream and stutter when faced with giant metal robot aliens that can squish him like a bug? Good, that was a beliavable reaction and I enjoyed it a great deal.

Megatron. Just, ✨Megatron✨

(the best screenshot of the few I could take while watching, no, I am not going back for a better one, he looks perfect like this)

I also laughted at how they kept him frozen like a popsicle. And not even well, like, they COULD'VE made an actual freezer and pop him in instead of using those couple of tubes just so he was displayed for all personell to gawk at. HE CRASHED IN THE ANTARCTIC!

The design looks so good, because it looks ALIEN and POINTY and AGH!!! The colors? There are no colors that would make him stand out, he looks like someone opened a cutlery drawer, mixed up what's inside, threw in some extra knifes for a good measure and then shook the whole thing until this guy materialized from the pile. It is both incredibly annoying and satisfying.

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Mr. Welker did an amazing job with his voice, I don't know what the directions were, but oh man it sure sent shivers down my spine. That is the kind of voice that spells "You are going to die" and I already have my coffin picked out.

EDIT: SO APPARENTLY! IT WAS NOT WELKER THAT VOICED MEGATRON.

It was Hugo Weaving, and yes the man did am amazing job, but I apologize a million times, I was CERTAIN that THE OG VA OF MEGATRON WOULD ALSO HAVE VOICED MEGATRON. LIKE, OKAY BAY, OKAY!

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LOOK AT THE AMOUNT OF ICE! With how quick he came back fully online once Frenzy turned off the freeze liquid tubes, I bet he was half awake through the whole thing. Systems just below idling or something, in any case, AGENTS YOU ARE SO DUMB! WHO WAS GIVING SUBPAR FUNDING TO THEM, THEY BETTER BE FIRED!

I also was glad that Sam refused to call him by the name the sector asigned to him, despite Megatron being in stasis. And that he insisted they use the correct name. Good job Sam, acknowledge the threat by the actual name and show respect to a fellow sentient lifeform. Even though said lifeform is hellbent on destruction of the universe and your world.

ALSO, AND I CANNOT STRESS THE LAUGHTER AND AMUSEMENT HERE; the sheer DISRESPECT! They don't disassemble Megatron's corpse. No, these idiots, these absolute morons decide to dump him into the ocean, letting him sink to the lowest possible point (not sure if they did say it was the M' Trench or not), where there are proper freezing temperatures - good! You're learning, good job!! - just... In full. Full corpse. What's left of him. Just blup! Down with the fishies he goes!

I understand that they probably didn't know how to approach Optimus about it, but... At least behead the guy. He came back ONCE, who is to say he won't come back again?! Safety precautions my dears.

They also completely disregard what a giant extraterrestrial metal alien rusting away on the bottom of the ocean could do to the ecosystem at large. Like, I find this incredibly amusing, because this ISN'T something most folks think about when watching a movie but we have giant squids down there. We have so much weird things down there, the ocean isn't even fully explored AND YOU WANT TO CHUCK AN ALIEN CORPSE DOWN THERE?!

Now the real question: is he a looker? *looks at the pictures* hmmmm, depends on if you like knifes. Like, really like knifes. Like really, really REALLY want to get it on with a fine assembly of kitchen knifes that were exposed to the elements but somehow haven't rusted away completely.

I think he's neat.

Needs a good long powerwash though. Preferrably with something to help the whole "I was frozen for more than 50 years and sprang back to action as soon as I woke up" thing that happened.

My man needs to take a moment and get his bearings, like dude. Please. You can conquer the world after some energon and slow system boot-up period. The strain on the systems my dude, you ain't young.

Also love that this "death" was probably reused in TFP because lord golly, do we love our faves ending up under the sea. (Though Megan took a much bigger fall, Bayverse WAS PLOPPED INTO THE WATER LIKE A NEWLY ACQUIRED FISH I CAN'T YOU GUYS I CAN'T!)

In short: I love the comedy of american military giving such disrespect to an Alien Warlord. These guys are really sealing their fate.

I loved the way they got the Witwicky family to be important to the plot

The whole "selling my great great grandpa's glasses on e-bay" thing gives us a very good self insert/OC/rewrite/movie AU potential. Don't like Sam and his disgustingness? Find a way to write a cousin or some far off relative or hell, even just someone who buys the glasses off e-bay and go wild with it!

Archibald was also clearly an inspiration for Isaac Sumdac as far as I can tell, what with both of them using Megatron as a means of helping technology advance.

Only difference being one of them lived and actually talked to Megatron after he came back online and the other got driven to madness and death due to the amount of information beamed into his brain. Isaac also acquired a space baby daughter, so the guy is absolutely luckier of the two.

Mikaela being fucking competent and badass throughout the movie, and not being just fanservice eyecandy

I could do without the fanservice, but her personality? I loved it. I loved that she wasn't crawling to Sam and wasn't being "hard to get". Which is also why I was very displeased at the very sudden "oh yeah, romance! She returns his feelings after he took her for a ride and let her vent her frustrations!". The movie is 2 hours long and they could throw in some moments where these two connect?

Welp, it is an action movie, boy gets girl no matter what, can't complain about the staple in the genre.

However, Mikaela x Optimus? Now THAT is something I considered as soon as the two locked eyes and interacted. Like, even taking my shipping goggles off, these two could have a very interesting dynamic and Mikaela could be a very good protagonist. I wonder what the movie would be like with her as the lead and Sam being the fucking moron she has to drag along with her.

BUT ALSO! Can we talk about the horrible, excruciating fact that her and Bumblebee drove around with Bee's damaged legs dragging over asphalt all the time he was shooting at 'Cons? There were sparks flying! SHE WAS DRIVING BACKWARDS! She took command of the situation and did what she could because Bee still wanted TO FIGHT!

Also, they way she beat up Frenzy? Gorgeous, I want to slap Sam's non-existent balls off for not atleast saying "thanks". The dude would be sliced thinner than cabbage if she wasn't there.

The millitary man we are supposed to care about because his wife gave birth while he was on duty and we see his baby three times in the whole movie, actually being a pretty awesome and well-written character

Look, personally, I was a little confused at the reason why we were seeing his wife and baby interacting/the scene where she thinks her husband is dead. Mostly because I don't like kids, so scenes like that, when I don't even know who the character is, have no impact at all. Him having a baby isn't going to make me like the guy more, unless I know his character. Him being absent because he's on duty doesn't mean he'll be a good dad (though he looks like the kind of man that will try his best, and I like that in a man). So seeing his wife and kid at the start of the movie seemed pointless to me.

BUT! FOCUSING ON THE POSITIVES HERE!

Lennox is a good character and whenever he was on screen I was invested in what is going to happen to him. He's the kind of action movie lead that would have me invested, despite my meh interest in mainly gun fight oriented action movies.

Essentially, loved the guy, would love to see more of him while also being able to tell what's happening on screen. Also the comedy scenes he was in were usually funny.

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Okay so these are the things I like about the first movie! It was very long, had to watch it on 2,5x speed because it simultainously dragged while ALSO giving me too much information, but the moments like these and the way my imagination latched onto characters I liked made it watchable. It isn't a movie I'd use to introduce someone to the TF franchise, but it provided me with lots of material for my imagination to run wild.

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This one's for you, @sasukelore​ you funky chicken, I hope you like it! I have literally never written for him before so this was a trip.

Warning/tags; submissive(?) Sasuke, tied up, oral, intercourse, cockwarming, dominate(or I guess in control) reader, dirty talk, more sexy stuff, breeding

if you are not of age, please do not read.

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“You look very good right now, Sasuke.” (y/n) said, admiring her work. Sasuke was on his knees, his hand bound to the backboard, and weak from a little jutsu (y/n) learned recently. He was tied up on their shared bed, staring heatedly at (y/n), who was wearing nothing but I silk robe that was loose and untied.

“What, exactly are you doing?” Sasuke muttered, half heartedly glaring up at his fiance. She smirked at him and circled around like a vulture, tracing his shoulders and collarbone with her fingers.

“I was thinking, we can try something different. You’re so busy lately, and we haven’t had sex in awhile. Plus, when we do, you are always doing everything. So, I’m just giving back.” she told him, stopping behind him and felt a shiver go up her spine when she pulled his head back, hearing him gasp. His cheeks were red, his breath subtly uneven, and (y/n) knew he would like this. 

“What makes you think I would like this, huh?” he questioned, trying-as always- to be rebellious. But the tint in his pants, and the harshness of his breath were obvious indicators Sasuke was turned on. Extremely so, at that. The young woman chuckled to herself and bent down to give him a wet kiss to his lips, him immediately reciprocating with his own vigor. 

“You’re such a horrible liar.” she whispered against his lips, licking them lightly before moving back and rounding back to the front. Sasuke lifted his head and raked his eyes all over her body, and she felt just how much he wanted her right now. His eyes were like dark molten lava, and it was making her knees buckle.

Even when she wanted to be the one in control for once, he still had her in his grip. The black haired shinobi smirked when he saw her bite her lip in arousal, trying to keep her moan at bay. “You don’t seem to be very much in control, now do you, (y/n)?” he teased, and chuckled when he saw her eye twitch in irritation.

“Your gonna regret that, Uchiha.” she muttered, taking off her silk robe to expose more of her naked body to him. She inched closer now, close enough to have Sasuke be at eye level with the juncture of her thighs. (y/n) grabbed a hold of Sasuke’s hair again and shoving gently toward her pussy. “Suck.” she commanded, surprising the Uchiha with how demanding her tone was. He huffed out an amused breath before taking her into his mouth, staring directly up into her eyes as she looks down. 

He kissed around her slit, actively avoiding the oversensitive nerve, and watched as her eyebrows furrowed in frustration, her neck and sternum red with pleasure. “Sasuke, stop being such a tease and--Ah fuck! Jesus, you ass!” she moaned out, putting both of her hands in his hair now, trying to find her balance as Sasuke flicked her clit with his tongue. He circled and kissed it now, feeling his own cock respond to her whimpers. He knew exactly where she liked it, knew what exactly what would make her cum in seconds. 

(y/n) groaned louder when Sasuke started to put his whole mouth on her, trying to take all of her in, licking her from her hole to her clit, back and forth until she was barely able to stand. 

And with one more flick, she collapsed in front of Sasuke, her thighs resting on his own thighs. She blinked the stars away, darted her eyes to the man in front of her and her heart rate sped up as he licked his lips to remove excess juices, his bedroom eyes and smile doing things to her. “Look at you, (y/n), so wet for me now.” he crooned, his hair a mess and his cheeks rosy. 

“This is not fair. I should be the one in control, you’re the one tied up here!” she exclaimed, sitting up and squeezing her thighs together. She didn’t even get to cum. 

“You’re just bad at this. Now, either take this rope of my wrists or let me be positioned differently, my knees are hurting.” he ordered her, fidgeting with the ropes. The (h/c) colored girl sighed and got onto her shaky legs, planning to undo the ropes on his wrist. But instead, she had another idea. Smiling to herself, (Y/n) pulled Sasuke’s legs from under him, surprising him, then crawled onto his thighs.

He gazed down her body and up to her (e/c) color eyes, his chest tightening in pleasure as she rubbed her pussy against his clothed cock. “Now this isn’t fair, (y/n).” he murmured against her shoulder, pressing his forehead there as she continued to tease him.

“Look at you Sasuke, so wet for me, so hard.” she moaned into his ear, nibbling on it. “Do you want me Sasuke?” she heard him grunt at a particularly hard motion. “Come on, say it Sasuke, do you want to fuck me?”

“Agh, yes, fuck, I want fuck you!” he exclaimed, his patience wearing thin. He heard her laugh, making him more frustrated so he thrusted his hips up, making her effective quiet. 

“God okay--Ah, just---Sasuke stop doing that for a second, let me just--!” she wasn’t able to finish her sentence, Sasuke kept thrusting against her, causing her to lose her track of mind, until she was clinging onto his shoulder with unshed tears in her eyes. His pants were now soaked with his precum and her juices. 

“Hey, take my pants off, (y/n), let me be inside you.” he whispered into her neck while kissing up and down it. She panted, trying to gain some control over her breathing and nodded, hastily taking his pants off of him. She stared at his erect cock with wide eyes. He was really turned on, more so than she thought he was in the beginning. 

Once off and out of the way, she got back on top of him and aligned him with her hole and inhaled slowly, inserting him inside of her until she was sitting on his thighs, gasping at how full she felt. “T-this never gets any easier.” she commented, wrapping her arms around his neck. 

Sasuke hummed, “Isn’t that a good thing? You love the feel of when I slide into you, don’t you.” he whispered into her ear, and she shivered against him.

“Dirty talk is not going to give you brownie points here.” she retorted, to which he laughed, shifting his hips a bit to get more comfortable. She squeezed her thighs against his at the movement and panted. 

Pulling a back a bit, she gazed into Sasuke’s eyes. (y/n) saw what exactly she was doing to him, saw how turned on he was, and how close he was to cumming already. He face is showing her that was trying to hold back, and wait until the very last moment to explode into her.

With a huff, (y/n) kissed Sasuke slowly while raising her hips before slamming down. He groaned into her mouth as she continuously lifted her hips up and down in a steady rhythm. For the most part Sasuke was quiet in bed, but right now all he wanted to do was scream into oblivion, because whatever she was doing with her hips was quite literally fucking him up. 

It hit all the right spots, and in certain angles she would squeeze around him, and he had to breathe through it and squeeze his legs together so he wouldn’t cum right then and there. He felt his eyes roll to the back of his head as she went faster now. He wanted to so badly push her down and have his way with her, but the goddamn rope was in the way. The only thing he could really do in this position was meet her thrusts with his own, causing a slapping sound to echo through the room.

The pounding of flesh against each other and her whimpers and moans was starting to get to his head now. He didn’t know how much longer he was going to last. “S-Sasuke, I don’t--ugh--I don’t think I can last much longer.” she muttered to him, her breath harsh against his skin.

“(y/n) let me cum in you okay? Please, let me cum in you--” he rasped desperately.

“Do it, Sasuke, cum in me, Sasuke, fuck--” she moaned loudly, almost like a scream, and with one more thrust, he came inside of her, riding it out slowly until he was completely done. Both panting, and not willing to move, (y/n) kept his cock inside of her, feeling his cum leak out onto Sasuke’s thighs. 

After a moment of heated silence, Sasuke nuzzled into (y/n)’s embrace and sighed. “That was very different to what we usually do.” he said, feeling her nod in agreement.

“But it was definitely good.” (y/n) sighed out, leaning her body weight against his. She rubbed his back, starting to come down from her high. Sasuke was still inside her, but she loved the feeling and didn’t want to let go.

“Hey, (y/n), can you untie me now please, my wrists are starting to ache.” Sasuke asked, squirming. (y/n) giggled and took him by the face, kissing him lightly on his lips.

“No.”

[houseisekai]

House Miisekai Prologue: The Adventure Begins!

House Miisekai Masterlist Here

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Our story begins in the land of Miisekaitopia! (No, I couldn't think of a better name.)

It is a world where everyone from both storylines and unholy amounts of AU's can live in peace without worrying about wars breaking out every 4 seconds.

At least it was.

The darkness came without warning, a great and terrible shadow threatening all of Miisekaitopia! An unspeakably huge dick came and stole everyone's faces! Then, to add insult to injury, put those faces onto monsters across the land!

But, we shall follow the perspective of Sara Valestein, Instructor of Class VII and the original House Isekai...

Sara casually strolled through the hills, enjoying the sunlight and wind blowing gently across her.

(Sara) "...Goddess I am so bored."

She had been kicked out of yet another bar recently for drinking too much.

Again.

Left with nothing to do, she decided to take a trip to nowhere in particular, going wherever fate took her.

Sara continued muttering to herself, mocking the established "rules" for drinking in a tavern until she noticed something flying in the air.

(Sara) "Is...that a face?"

She rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't seeing things, and saw the eyes slowly float over to a nearby butterfly.

(Sara) "Uh...?"

(Sara) "GAH!"

The horrific creature began floating faster towards Sara, which prompted her to run full speed ahead towards the closest town.

As she ran out of breath, she ran towards anyone would even take a minute to listen.

(Sara) "H-Hey, there's some freaky bug thing out there with a human face!"

BE-LOP!

Tiny lines of text ran down the guide's face.

It showed too many messages at once for her to properly read it, and the person remained completely still.

(Sara) "...Hello?"

(Everyone) "..."

(Sara) "...Right."

Sara moved to the next person she saw.

...

Sara saw a platypus with a name tag 'Perry' calmly sitting on the market stall.

(Sara) "Hello, anyone here?"

The platypus stared at her, not saying a word.

(Sara) "...What in the hell is with this town?"

Next try. That would probably work.

...

(Anakin) "What did we get ourselves into this time?"

(Obi-Wan) "I'm not sure but...I do not like this a single bit."

(Anakin) "At least you're in a taller body, my head barely reaches your stomach!"

(Obi-Wan) "It's not the first time."

(Sara) "Hey, excuse me ma'aaaaaaaaaa...What in the?"

(Anakin) "Listen lady, we got our own problems right now. We're not in the mood-"

(Obi-Wan) "What my young padawan means is that we unfortunately cannot spare any help if you need it ma'am."

(Sara) "...Evidently."

Sara nervously walked away from the two grown men in a child and woman's body.

(Sonia) "Did we get transported again?"

(Gundham) "By the works of dark magic, no doubt..."

(Sonia) "Oh, looks like there's someone over there. Hello ma'am, do you know where we are?"

(Sara) "Eh?...Huh. That's a good question. Where is this?"

(Sonia) "Oh well, I'm a bit more comfortable knowing that someone I like is with me here!"

(Gundham) "I...uh...er..."

(Sara) "That's cute. Ah, to be young again..."

Sara left the two to talk amongst themselves before finding the next...person?

It was an extremely fat rabbit that was grey and white.

(Sara) "What in the hell-"

BIG BIG CHUNGUS, BIG CHUNGUS, BIG-

(Sara) "Okay, screw that."

Sara finally saw the mayor and approached him, and when he turned she almost jumped.

It was a Piranha plant. She thought so anyway, it was covered in white polka dots and bright red.

(Plant) "Ah, welcome to the town miss?"

(Sara) "Uh, Sara. Sara Valestein. Listen, there's this weird face that attached itself to a butterfly outside your place! You're gonna do something right?"

(Plant) "Did...did you say a face float down? OH NO."

(Familiar Man's voice) "OH YES."

(Sara) ?

(Anakin) "Uh, master?"

(Obi-Wan) "I've got a bad feeling about this..."

The platypus, fat rabbit, and the discord notification looked up into the skies, getting increasingly alarmed.

(Gundham) "THIS DARKNESS...IT'S...IT'S OVERWHELMING!"

(Sonia) "His voice sounds grating like Souda's..."

(Plant) "COINS PRESERVE US! IT'S..."

[Imperial Will - Final Fantasy XIV OST]

(Dark Lord Chris) "KNEEL BEFORE YOUR GOD, AND OFFER YOUR FACES UNTO ME!"

(Sara) "...Faces? You mean like services or...?"

(Anakin) "Maybe that's metaphorical?"

(Obi-Wan) "I'm not sure I want to find out-"

(Chris) "NO, YOU REALLY DON'T. ALSO NO. I MEAN IT LITERALLY!"

Several faces began to fly off the townspeople.

First was the platypus's face, quickly followed by the discord notification and Anakin's.

(Obi-Wan) "ANAKIN!"

Then it was Sonia and the fat rabbit's faces that floated next to Chris.

(Gundham) "AAAAAAAGH!"

(Plant) "OH MY GOD, THIS IS HORRIBLE!"

(Sara) "Can someone tell me what the hell is happening?!-"

(Chris) "THESE NOW BELONG TO ME! NOW, GO TELL THE OTHERS WHAT YOU'VE SEEN HERE, FOR I WILL BE COMING FOR THEM NEXT!"

Chris flew off into the skies, the faces following closely behind.

(Sara) "What an asshole!"

(Plant) "ADVENTURER, PLEASE YOU HAVE TO HELP US!"

(Sara) "Right uh..."

Sara reached for her sword and pistol, which was nowhere to be found.

(Sara) "Well, that's just great..."

Obi-Wan struggled to walk over to here, still not accustomed to his body and looked at Sara.

(Obi-Wan) "Ma'am, I'm afraid I cannot go into battle myself to assist with this matter. And we don't appear to have our weapons either..."

(Sara) "So, what do you reckon I do? Ask nicely?"

...

(Sara) "Damn it."

OUTSIDE OF TOWN...

Chris was floating away from the town when Sara finally caught up to him.

(Sara) "HEY, JACKASS!"

(Chris) "...Oh, you mean me. I-I mean, OH, IS SOMEONE TRYING TO BE THE HERO NOW?"

(Sara) "Don't play smart with me you glasses wearing freak! Give back their faces!"

(Chris) "Or what? You're going to fight me?"

Sara cracked her knuckles.

(Chris) "...Oh shit. Uh, here have it."

The face slowly floated over to a slime, which reattached itself and began hopping towards Sara.

(Anakin's voice) "OH MAN, I THOUGHT THE KID BODY WAS BAD!"

(Chris) "Uh anyways, LATER!"

Chris quickly flew away from Sara, leaving her and Anakin's face on a slime.

(Sara) "Alright, LET'S GO!"

Sara drove her fist into the slime, which quickly bounced off.

(Sara) "...Oh right. It's a slime."

The slime retaliated by knocking Sara onto her back.

(Anakin's voice) "Sorry!"

(Sara) "Damn, my weapons aren't anywhere to be found either!

"I AM THOU...THOU ART I..."

(Sara) "Oh, what is it now-HURK?!"

Sara reached for her head as the voice boomed thunderously.

"THOU ART...Okay, no we're not rhyming. I'm your guardian spirit, Sara!"

(Sara) "Really now? And where were you during Erebonia?!"

"ANYWAYS, it seems you're in a bit of trouble! Do you need some help?"

(Sara) "It's either getting help or getting killed by a damn slime of all things, so...Yeah, sure."

"Good choice! Now, I bestow upon you the awesome power of the guardian!"

(Sara) "You're gonna explain later where I got this from, right?"

"That depends, do you want the plot to get moving? Our other posts are slowed down as it is, and this has gotten too meta in just the first few lines of this."

(Sara) "Ugh, fine."

Sara's outfit shined forth and became donned in armor, wielding a new sword.

(Sara) "Hey, you cheap bastard, where's my gun?!"

"This is a fantasy RPG, why would you get a gun? Just kill the damn slime already!"

(Anakin's voice) "WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?!"

(Sara) "Hold on, I'll getcha outta there, HIYA!"

[COOL QUIRK: WEAK POINT]

Sara took one swing of her sword and smacked the slime into the floor, it quickly disappearing.

Anakin's face floated off the slime and back to the town.

"That was..."

(Sara) "Really anti-climatic."

"You should uh...probably go back to the town and check up on Anakin."

INSIDE OF TOWN...

Anakin's face slowly floated back onto the child's body, making him trip over.

(Anakin) "AGH!"

(Obi-Wan) "So, how was it?"

(Anakin) "I was just put into a slime's body, how do you think I feel?!"

(Obi-Wan) "Same as usual, got it."

Obi-Wan turned to Sara, who now looked like a proper knight.

(Obi-Wan) "You have our thanks for helping us, Miss?"

(Sara) "Name's Sara."

(Anakin) "Thanks for helping me out there. What are you gonna do? We'd join you but our bodies would just get in the way."

(Sara) "I'm going to uh...Hey, what is the plan?"

"What do you think? You're the only hero in a fantasy land."

(Obi-Wan) "Is she alright?"

(Anakin) "Yeah, she started doing this earlier, no idea what's up with it."

(Sara) "Might as well go after the others, see what happens I guess. Anyways, I'll be back once I restored this town, until then!"

Sara held onto her sheathe and ran out of the town, those still faceless watching her leave.

(Gundham) "Please hurry. Sonia is...unsettling me."

(Plant) "Miss Valestein, you're our only hope...!"

(Anakin) "Think she'll be okay? That talking thing is really concerning me."

(Obi-Wan) "Probably...?"

[Chase Me - Faky]

(Sara) "Right so...do I just go forward?"

"Where did you see him fly off to?"

(Sara) "Was a lot more focused on trying NOT to get murdered by the slimes."

"It was just a slime, you've killed enemy mechs and demonic beasts like it was nothing!"

(Sara) "That's when I had my weapons and ARCUS unit!"

"..Still. Should've had no problem. I probably didn't even have to interfere."

(Sara) "Good goddess, am I going to be stuck with you? Actually WHO even are you?"

"The narrator! In a sense anyway."

(Sara) "What-"

And so begins the tale of Sara Valestein and her quest to defeat the Dark Lord Chris!

What friends will she encounter on the way?

How much of the meta can we break more than we have?

How many more jokes will the writer run into the ground as this series goes on?

FIND OUT NEXT TIME, ON HOUSE MIISEKAI!

(Sara) "...What?!"

STARRING:

And yours truly as the antagonist for this story!

Here's to some more god-awful written meme stories like this one, everyone!

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Won’t You Stay (Part 17)

Summary: The reader and Jensen finally attend the premiere of The Dark Woods and the reader is more than nervous...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x Director!reader

Word Count: 1,900ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Please enjoy! 

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Six Months Later

“How’s my hair?” you asked as you spun around in the bedroom. You’d gone for an updo, figured it would go better with your somewhat elegant, somewhat sassy dress. Then again, you still felt like it looked off and were regretting not hiring someone to stop by and do your hair and makeup for you. Or pick out the dress. God it looked horrible. You should have used the guy your parents always did for this sort of thing.

“Oh wow,” said Jensen and you caught him staring at your ass in the mirror. “Excellent choice in underwear.”

“Jens,” you said, whacking his arm. “Movie premiere. I’m only freaking the fuck out for like a gajillion reasons today.”

“You look beautiful,” he said, kissing your temple.

“I’m gonna throw up,” you said, heading into the bathroom.

“No, no,” he said, catching your arm. “Deep breaths, honey. Relax. It’s going to be amazing.”

“There’s going to be so many critics there tonight,” you said. “It sucks. It sucks so bad. I’m going to get like zero stars.”

“It doesn’t suck. It’s going to be great and I can’t wait to finally see it. I am so fucking excited and you should be too,” he said. 

“Or we could skip and move to the middle of nowhere and never show our faces in broad daylight again,” you said. “I like that option.”

“Y/N. We’re going. The studio and test audiences loved it from what you said. We are going to have fun tonight and celebrate all of your hard work whether you like it or not,” he said.

“Agh,” you groaned, your intercom buzzer going off. “No! I’m not even dressed.”

“Then, unfortunately for me, you need to put on some clothes,” he said. You whined and he walked you into your closet, grabbing your new dress off the rack. “Been dying to see you in this.”

There was a knock at your door and you sighed.

“I’ll get it,” he said as he left, pulling the bedroom door shut. You groaned and stepped into the dress, pulling up the zipper before you carried your heels out to the bedroom. You got one of your feet done by the time Jensen was coming back in, the door only going halfway before he was pausing.

You stared at him as you grunted and put on the other one, standing up and flattening out the material. 

“Alright. How bad is it?”

“Fuck me running,” he said, a smile on his face. “You look hotter than normal which is saying something.”

“I do not,” you said, grabbing your clutch and walking out into the apartment. Your dad was by the front door in his tux, looking you up and down. “What do you think?”

“I’d be careful of Jay drooling on you,” he said. You rolled your eyes and he smiled. “You look very nice. Now can we go? You don’t want to be late to your own party.”

“Can I just like, sneak in the back? I can’t do interviews. Or pictures. Why do you think I was always unavailable,” you said.

“Sorry, sweetie. No more hiding now.”

“Oh thank God,” you said when you finally got into the venue two hours later and a server came by with some wine. “You’re a saint.”

“Rough day,” said Jensen when the server just stared at you. Jensen walked you away to a quiet corner and you chugged your glass, Anthony wandering over with a smirk. 

“Aren’t you supposed to savor wine or something?” he asked.

“She’s freaking out just a bit Anthony,” said Jensen.

“Really? Couldn’t tell,” he said. “Over what? Isn’t the hard part done?”

“This could be horrendous. People might not like it and-” you said, Jensen putting a finger to your lips.

“Relax,” he said. “It’s great. Right, Anthony?”

“It’s probably alright,” he said with a shrug.

“What’s alright?” asked Ella as she walked over.

“Y/N’s movie,” said Anthony. “I said it probably wouldn’t be horrible.”

“You are such a shit,” said Ella. “Y/N, I’m sure it’s only kinda bad.”

“Fuck both of you,” you smiled, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah but you smiled so we won,” mumbled Jensen against your ear before throwing an arm over your shoulder. “You two clean up well. You’re only slightly horrific now.”

“Remember when we thought he was hot?” said Ella.

“How naive we were,” said Anthony.

“Still hot,” you said.

“Still hot,” said Jensen with a smirk.

“You could do worse,” said Ella. 

“She could do better,” said Anthony. Jensen raised an eyebrow and cocked his head. “I’m teasing.”

“Oh, you better. Who covered for you last month with your parents while you and Nolan got up to no good, hm?” he said.

“Y/N I meant good choice on boyfriend,” said Anthony.

“Better,” said Jensen, Anthony getting pulled away by your mom to say hi to someone. Ella rubbed her arm, tugging on her dress to cover her shoulder. “Cold? You can have my jacket.”

“Should have worn a dress with sleeves,” she mumbled, putting her hand over her scar she had from the car accident.

“Guys kinda dig chicks with scars, El,” said Jensen. She stared up at him and he nodded. “I’m serious.”

“You’re just saying that,” she said.

“Colin Layton is checking you out,” he said, smirking as he glanced across the room. Ella spun around and practically dropped her jaw. “He’s that guy in all those magazines you read, right? The one you have a huge crush on?”

“He’s nineteen,” you said, putting a hand on your hip. “She is not.”

“I didn’t say to go makeout with him,” chuckled Jensen. “All I’m saying is that boys are simpler creatures than you might think. We like badass chicks.”

“She’s a badass?” said Ella, pointing at you.

“She did dive in a burning car for you without a second thought,” said Jensen.

“That’s kind of a badass move,” she mumbled.

“Told you so,” he said, swallowing when you both saw Bryerson walk over with your dad.

“Mr. Bryerson,” you said, Ella quickly getting out of there.

“Where’s Anthony? One of your kids has to not be afraid of me,” he chuckled to your dad. “Y/N, Jensen. Enjoying yourselves?” 

“Mhm,” you both hummed.

“They’ll get the hang of this eventually,” said your dad with a laugh.

“I hope so. We’re set to make at least three more movies after this one, aren’t we?” he said. “The studio is very interested in forming a long lasting partnership with you two kids.”

“Us?” you said, hearing Jensen echo the sentiment.

“Well Jensen, you’re a hell of an actor with a wide range and you got the looks. You hit all the beats. People notice,” he said, turning to you. “You are very good as well. I’ve seen the movie. It made me go buy the book actually.”

“Thank you,” you said, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“I hear you’ve written other things that are in the process of publishing,” he said. 

“Oh it’s not really good,” you said.

“Yes, they are,” said your dad and Jensen.

“I’m going to have to go with majority rules here,” said Bryerson. “The studio would be interested in locking down film rights for your other works.”

“I haven’t even published them yet. Some no one besides my editor or these guys have seen,” you said.

“We’re still interested. We’ll talk business another time though,” he smiled. “Tonight enjoy yourselves. You two get up to a reasonable amount of trouble. Oh and everyone loves the couple thing by the way. People love when onscreen couples end up falling in love in real life. Very adorable.”

“I know, they are so cute,” said your dad. You rolled your eyes and got a laugh out of Bryerson.

“Hey, let’s go say hey to my Katie. It’s my turn to embarrass my kiddos,” said Bryerson.

“She still have a crush on me?” laughed your dad as they walked away.

“I don’t think I could ever do that,” you said. “Schmooze with Bryerson.”

“Me either,” said Jensen. “But hey, you can make more movies if you want for like...ever.”

“Yeah but part of the fun was working on this with you and my dad,” you said. “You can’t be in every single movie I make.”

“No but I can be in my favorite stories of yours,” he teased. You smirked and got a peck on the lips. “Want to go mingle?”

“I want that buffalo chicken on a stick thing,” you said. “And to avoid people.”

“That’s my girl,” he said. You started to head towards the food table when someone caught your arm.

“Alright, I got the director and young actor guy,” said a man in a suit into an earpiece. You and Jensen looked at one another before he was waving you both to go with him. “Yup, the both of you need to come with me for pre-premiere prep. In ten minutes it’s showtime.”

Fifteen minutes later you were the only one up on stage, feeling like a fish out of water and wishing you had one of Jensen’s baseball caps to hide your face under.

“So...please enjoy the movie?” you said, getting a laugh from the theater as you popped back up the rows and towards your seat, settling in between Jensen and your dad. 

“Proud of you, kiddo,” whispered your dad.

“You haven’t seen it yet,” you said.

“I’m still proud,” he said. 

“Thanks dad,” you said as the theater grew dark. 

“I snuck in candy,” said Jensen, pulling out a pack of gummy bears and offering you some.

“I am not surprised. You’d combust if you didn’t get your daily gummy bear fix,” you said. You took a few and sunk down in your seat, taking a deep breath. The room was quiet as the film started to play and you got flashes of running, a few titles popping up.

You bit your bottom lip as the opening scene played out, smirking as you felt the tension rising in the room. Even if people had read the book and knew how it played out, you were still expecting a surprise out of them. You looked over and Jensen was smiling as he watched, counting the beats on his fingers, knowing what was coming before he pointed at the screen.

The whole room jumped when your dad popped up on screen looking a whole lot of menacing before cutting to the main title.

“That was awesome,” whispered Jensen, pecking you on the cheek. “I told you it would turn out great, honey.”

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A/N: Read Part 18 here!

[the-sarcastic-trashmouth]

No longer just the two of us

Pairing: Eddie Kaspbrak x Richie Tozier

Summary:

That night, after washing dishes and getting showers, Richie was crawling into bed. Eddie was already fast asleep due to the stress he’s been through. Richie leaned down, smacking a kiss to Eddie’s cheek before he pulled Eddie back against his chest. He loved being the big spoon because having Eddie in his arms made all the struggles he’s faced worth it.

Eddie immediately turned around in his arms before burying his face into Richie’s chest, causing Richie’s face to flush red. He smiles before leaning forward and pressing his lips to Eddie’s forehead before placing another one on his temple.

“You are going to be the best fucking dad.” He whispered against Eddie’s temple before his eyes fluttered shut, and sleep consumed him.

Edward Kaspbrak was not a man of subtlety. He’s been mentioning facts about children for a long as Richie could remember, and that was long before they began to date. It probably stemmed from the fact that he wanted to prove everyone wrong and become something so much better than whatever his mother did. So, with that in mind, Richie set off to find someone who would be willing to let them adopt a child or something along the lines.

The soon-to-be-famous comedian scraped up all the money that he had and pushed it into a savings account to find them a child. There was only one person he told, and that was Beverly. For more than one reason, of course. Firstly, because he couldn’t keep such a secret to himself, and secondly, she’d somehow find out, besides he wanted it to be a surprise for Eddie.

With over thirty failed adoptions,  Richie was holding out hope against hope that someone would look at this couple and see how amazing Eddie is so he could let them adopt a child.

Finally, his prayer had been answered. He was sitting on their bed, biting at the skin around his nails, a nervous tick he had picked up from his mother.

“Please, you don’t understand… I know we’re a little young, but I swear to God… Eddie would make the most amazing dad. I mean, he’s already there… Me? I’m still learning, but with him, I know that I will do my best… But he’s just a father without a kid… and I can’t give him a child, and it kills all the time knowing that I can’t do that for him. I know that it’s a long shot, but please, please just look inside your heart and see that we would be perfect for this child.” He begged, feeling tears burn at his water lines.

He felt so defeated right now, not wanting to hear another ‘I’m sorry’ for as long as he lived. He could feel his chest collapsing and the hope he held inside of him burning out, leaving him charred and broken to pieces.

“Okay, how about I meet you and your husband tomorrow to discuss coming to the ultrasounds?” The woman asked quietly as Richie’s eyes snapped open from shock.

“Are--Are you serious?” He felt his hands begin to shake from the happiness bubbling inside of him.

“Yeah, maybe at the Davis’ Diner on fourth street? Say around three?” She questioned, causing him to nod as if she could see him.

“Yes! Yes, thank you so much. We’ll see you then.” He chuckles softly before hanging up the phone. He held it against his chest, trying to calm the thundering beat of his heart as he leaned back in his chair.

He glanced up towards the room they all have dubbed as ‘Eddie’s study,’ and typing away at his computer was Eddie; he was working on a project for his new job as a risk analyst. Richie’s eyes softened at the tension on the poor man’s shoulders from his workload.

“Hey Eds, I got dinner almost finished. You hungry?” He asked, walking over to Eddie. He took a glance at the mirror in the hallway, checking to make sure his eyes were puffy or red from crying. Thankfully, he was okay.

He smacked a kiss to the top of Eddie’s head before looking over the words displayed on the screen when Eddie finally sighed and sat back in his chair.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a moment,” Eddie promised softly, not taking his eyes away from his work, which made Richie pout.

“You’ve been working hard on this. You need a break before you melt out that poor overworked brain of yours,” He teased lightheartedly, earning a scowl from Eddie.

His mouth opened to protest Richie’s words, possibly with a resort of a few colorful words when he cut himself off. Richie’s long, bony fingers began digging into the knots that have made themselves a home in Eddie’s shoulder blades.

Eddie’s eyes fluttered shut as a moan of pain escaped passed his lips before leaning his cheek against Richie’s forearms. He shivered at the hot relief that coursed through his body while Richie continued to work out the kinks in his muscles.

“See, look at that. You’re tighter than your mom’s--” Whatever he was going to save was cut off by a swift slap to the thigh. “Agh! You fucking dick!” He laughs before licking at Eddie’s cheek.

“Oh, gross! You know I hate you doing that!” He groans, swiping at the saliva with one hand and pushing Richie away with the other before they both started to laugh.

“Come on, Workaholic, it’s time to eat. I promise this will all still be here when you get back.” He comments as Eddie nods, standing up from his chair, which caused his spine to crack.

They were both silent for a moment when Eddie pointed a warning finger at him.

“Not a single word from the peanut gallery,” He huffs, looking at Richie; he mimicked zipping his lips and throwing away the key.

The duo walked down the steps of their shared apartment before making a b-line for the kitchen. It wasn’t a huge kitchen, but it was big enough for the soon-to-be three.

“You got off tomorrow, right?” Richie set the food down onto the table before sitting down across from Eddie.

“For once, but I’ll probably go out shopping. It is my turn for groceries after all.” He explains, taking a bite of his dinner.

“Actually, do you think that maybe I could go with you? Make it a date?” He grins, wiggling his eyebrows, which made Eddie’s face flush gently.

“I mean… I don’t see why not.” He murmurs before noticing a weird emotion swirling within Richie’s irises. “Are you okay?” He tilted his head, causing the raven-haired man to blink at him.

“What? Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?” He frowns, tapping at his scruffy looking face. “What? Is my complexion too much for your eyes to handle?” He batted his eyelashes, making Eddie snort softly.

“More like your complexion makes it look like you haven’t slept in thirty days and only run on caffeine and junk food.” He resorts when Richie’s jaw drops in offense.

“Ass!” He exclaims, placing his hand onto his chest before shaking his head. “And I even made dinner like a good little house husband! So ungrateful!” He swoons as Eddie starts to laugh at his antics.

“You’re such a dumbass sometimes. But I guess you’re mine.” He sighs solemnly before they both start to laugh.

Eddie can truly say that he’s never felt happier than when he is with Richie, which is saying a lot considering all Richie has ever done is make horrible jokes. He didn’t think he could be happy after the horrible childhood, but all the losers stuck together when they left Derry. The clown had bonded them in ways that no one could even begin to understand. They were a tight group and only let Stan’s new wife Patty into their little circle after she proved how much she loved Stan.

“No-take-backsies.” Richie shrugs, bringing Eddie back to reality. Eddie took notice of Richie playing with his food; he was about to ask what’s wrong when Richie spoke, “You know I love you, right?” He asked quietly, making Eddie blink in shock.

“Of course, I do. You know that I love you, right?” He questioned as Richie nodded quickly. “Good… Now, what did you do?” His sharp gaze bored into Richie. He shrugged in response as Eddie crossed his arms and sat back against his chair. “Richie--” He’s cut off by Richie waving his hands.

“You’ll see it tomorrow. But--I--I promise it’s nothing bad.” He assured quickly, but his tone left no room for argument.

“Richard Wentworth Kaspbrak-Tozier, what did you do?” He demanded slowly, making Richie wince.

“Ooh, why did you have to bring out the full name?” He pouts before shaking his head. “I guess you’ll find out tomorrow.” He grins before shoving food into his mouth so he couldn’t speak anymore.

Eddie didn’t look too convinced, but Richie immediately changed the topic of conversation to something else so Eddie couldn’t grill him for information anymore. Soon the comedian was listening to his beloved husband banter about people at his work who were absolute dumbasses that were going to send him into an early grave.

Eddie had been ranting so much that he didn’t notice the lovestruck look on Richie’s face as he watched Eddie. The younger man gestured wildly as Richie’s mind began to wonder about what Eddie’s face would look like when he found out what the surprise was.

That night, after washing dishes and getting showers, Richie was crawling into bed. Eddie was already fast asleep due to the stress he’s been through. Richie leaned down, smacking a kiss to Eddie’s cheek before he pulled Eddie back against his chest. He loved being the big spoon because having Eddie in his arms made all the struggles he’s faced worth it.

Eddie immediately turned around in his arms before burying his face into Richie’s chest, causing Richie’s face to flush red. He smiles before leaning forward and pressing his lips to Eddie’s forehead before placing another one on his temple.

“You are going to be the best fucking dad.” He whispered against Eddie’s temple before his eyes fluttered shut, and sleep consumed him.

It was the sun shining through the curtains that woke Richie up. He grunted softly, rolling over only to find Eddie’s side of the bed empty and cold. His eyes snapped open as he looked around the room to see if his beloved was there, but he was alone.

That’s when the door opened, causing his head to jerk towards the sound. Eddie stepped into the room carrying a tray of food and two cups of coffee resting on the tray. The two shared a smile as Richie sat up with a chuckle.

“Oh, wow, breakfast in bed? If you wanted me to put out, Eds, all you had to do was ask.” He grins, making Eddie roll his eyes.

“Shut up and eat your breakfast, you absolute wet noodle.” Eddie snorts before taking his cup of coffee.

“Thank you,” Richie comments before taking a drink of his own. “Mm, good coffee,” Richie moans softly.

“How would you know? It’s mostly creamer in that cup.” Eddie points out.

“That’s how you know it’s good coffee. Get a little hint of coffee with my creamer.” He flashes him a grin.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“No, you’re ridiculous. The only people who drink coffee black are really old people and people who want to punish themselves for no good reason.” Richie resorts.

“Eat your breakfast.” Eddie huffs playfully as Richie dug into his pancakes.

“So, what is on the agenda for today? Where all shall we be going?” He asked, looking up to Eddie.

“Probably just the mall. We can get everything we need in one place. I need to look for a new belt, and you need new shoes because you’re a psychopath who wears out his shoes in like two uses.” He points out.

“What can I say? It’s a gift.” Richie shrugs with a grin.

Eddie stood up before he started to get dressed, sipping at his coffee after he was done. Soon Richie finished his coffee and his breakfast before setting the tray on the floor and standing up. He stretched out before moaning out at the feeling of his body cracking back into place.

“Alright, I’m going to get dressed, brush my teeth, and then we can get going,” Richie explains, glancing at the clock. With how efficient Eddie is with shopping, Richie wasn’t too worried about being late to meet Betty at the diner.

Of course, it was at that moment that Eddie pulled out a list of things they needed. He began to ramble them off while Richie got dressed. He smiles softly at Eddie; he wasn’t even paying attention to Richie at that point.

After they got outside, Eddie complained about Richie not wearing a jacket since it was mid-fall and he was going to get sick. Richie’s mind thought on a tiny little bundled up child with Eddie towering over them, adding more layers to keep them from the cold.

“Are you even listening to me?” Eddie huffed as Richie started driving down the road.

“Mmm, nope. Should I be?” Richie grins at Eddie’s scoff before turning his attention back on the road. “Alright, let’s make this quick, yeah?” He asked.

“What? Why? Something important you need to attend to? I mean, you didn’t have to come. You were the one who insisted on coming.” Eddie frowns.

“No, no, I mean… The surprise?” Richie asked, hoping it would ring some bells. “I just--I’m antsy, and I wanna see your face. Is that so wrong?” Richie tilted his head to look at Eddie.

“No, but if you would just tell me the surprise, you would already know. Besides, you know I don’t really like surprises.” He points out.

“Trust me; you’ll love this one.” Richie grins before pulling into the parking lot of the plaza.

The two began to walk around the mall. Richie held Eddie’s hand as the shorter of the two dragged him off towards the stores that they needed items from. Richie was off in his own world, letting Eddie drag him along when suddenly Richie bumped into Eddie. He stepped back a few steps so he could look at Eddie and see why he had stopped.

Richie’s eyes flickered to where Eddie was looking. He was staring into a display area that had baby clothes and small toys hanging on the walls. Richie glanced back to Eddie, taking in the look of longing that made Richie’s heart cease up painfully. He looked back to the display and thought about the future of Eddie with their child.

He squeezed Eddie’s hand, bringing him back from his little fantasy before offering a smile to him. “You wanna go in there?” He asked, causing Eddie’s face to flush.

“Nuh--No, no… We shouldn’t. We don’t have a child.” He points out with a grim expression.

“Still, wouldn’t hurt to look right?” Richie asked, glancing down at his watch. “You want me to take this stuff to the car? I’ll be right back.” He promised before rushing off with their stuff.

After he came back to the store, Eddie was already deep into the back of the store. Richie finally caught up to him, watching as Eddie looked over the small clothing with a fond grin. He walked up to him before taking Eddie’s hand, causing him to jolt before looking at Eddie.

“See anything you like?” Richie asked.

“I see a lot of things. I would love to buy all of these.” He whispered before biting his lip softly.

“How about we buy something? If nothing else, we can give it to Stan and Patty-cakes?” He offers when Eddie looks at him.

“Yeah, I guess we could,” Eddie comments softly before looking at all of the clothing again. “I like this one.” He held up a small yellow onesie with little ducks on it.

“That’s so cute. And perfect since yellow is a gender-neutral color.” Richie chuckles softly. His heart was fluttering excitedly at the glitter of happiness in Eddie’s eyes. Who knew something so simple could make Eddie look like an absolute angel?

“I like this one.” He confirmed before looking at Richie.

“Alright, then we’ll get that one.” He grins before they went towards the front of the store. He knew they would be back; even if this adoption didn’t work, Richie would make sure one of them would.

“Well, we got done a lot quicker than even I anticipated.” Eddie chuckles softly.

“Yeah, you getting hungry? It’s almost three.”

“Hm, yeah, I could use a bite to eat. Where do you wanna go?”

“How about Davis? I want a cheeseburger and their seasoned fries.” Richie grins before opening the car door for Eddie.

The car ride was a little quiet; only the sound of the radio was playing through the speakers. It wasn’t an awkward silence, more of an understanding of the reason behind the quietness. Richie didn’t make a joke or try to break the silence. He reached over and squeezed Eddie’s hand gently, never taking his eyes off the road.

Richie turned off the car before locking the doors, causing Eddie to frown. Richie’s heart thundered against his chest as he looked over to Eddie. The two locked eyes as two different emotions swirled between them, fear and longing.

“Okay, Eddie, there's something I need to tell you before we go in here. This is where the surprise is.” He gestured, making Eddie’s head jerk towards the building to see if he could see anything. “It’s nothing grand like you think it is. But we are going to meet someone here.” He explained quietly.

“Okay? Why? Richie, you’re kinda freaking me out here.” He huffs when Richie chuckles, tearing up.

“Do you trust me?” Richie asked instead.

“What? Why?”

“Do you trust me, Eds?” He asked again.

“You know I do, even if I don’t want to.” Eddie snorts softly.

“Then trust me right now, more than you’ve ever trusted me.” He begged, taking Eddie’s hands into his own before squeezing them gently.

Without waiting for Eddie to respond, Richie unlocked the doors and got out of the car. He leans down before flashing Eddie a quick grin, causing the younger one to roll his eyes and get out of the car.

“This better be good.” He grumbled, following after Richie.

They both stepped into the restaurant, taking in a warm atmosphere and the scent of good food. Richie’s head tilted as he looked around the restaurant before finally locking eyes with Betty. He grabbed Eddie’s hand before walking him over to Betty.

“Oh, you made it.” Betty smiles, going to stand up when Richie waved his hand.

“Of course, you don’t need to get up for us. It’s a pleasure to meet you face to face finally. He doesn’t know why we’re meeting you.” He explains softly as Betty looked at Eddie before smiling.

“Well, I hope you don’t freak out too much.” She chuckles, causing Eddie to look between the two.

“Freak out about what?” Eddie huffs, growing impatient.

“Eddie, this is Miss. Betty Novak.  She’s the lady who has been so gracious enough to let us adopt her baby.” He comments quietly, causing Eddie’s eyes to widen. He jerked his head to look at Richie.

“She--She what?” He asked, feeling his throat close up from the overwhelming emotions burning through him.

“Yes, we came here to discuss how this is going to work. She wanted to know if we wanted to come to her ultrasounds and everything.” He explains as Eddie started to nod his head immediately.

“Yes, yes, of course!” He gasps, feeling tears start to trickle down his face as he looks at Betty.

“Richie and I already went over the paperwork,” Betty explains with a warm smile. “I’m not showing just yet, but then again, I’m only about to be three months in.”

“How long have you been planning this?” Eddie asked in shock. “You can’t keep a secret to save your life!” He exclaims, causing Richie to laugh.

“Two… Two years.” Richie chokes up slightly. “I’ve been going to couples after couples in hopes that they would agree. Betty and I started talking about a month ago.” He chuckles before Eddie surged forward and hugged Richie tightly.

“You asshole, how could you make me cry in public!” He huffs softly before laughing as he looks up to Richie.

“Because you did it when you proposed, so I think it’s a fair trade.” Richie grins at Eddie.

Richie gestured for Eddie to sit down before sliding down next to him. They both looked to Betty as she chuckles softly at their antics. Eddie took Richie’s hand into his own, squeezing it tightly as they began to talk to her about what Richie and Betty had already discussed.

It was about closer to five-thirty when they left, promising to see Betty on Friday for their first ultrasound together. Richie glanced at Eddie when they were back in the car. Eddie had been rather quiet after Betty had left, which kind of worried Richie.

“Eds, you okay?” He asked softly before Eddie slowly looked at him.

“You… You are the best thing that has come out of all the shit in my life.” Eddie smiles, causing Richie to blink in shock.

“Eddie--” He’s cut off by Eddie surging across the console between them and jerking Richie into a passionate kiss.

Richie grins before cupping Eddie’s face and deepening the kiss. The two got lost in each other as they have done so many times before.

“I love you so much,” Eddie whispered when he pulled away.

“I love you too… so much,” Richie promised quietly. “I’m just glad it finally worked. I’ve been keeping this inside for two years. All because I wanted to see that dumb face of your smile. You’re going to be the best fricking dad in the world… And I’m the one who gets to witness all of it.” Richie smiles.

“What about you?” Eddie asked with a tilt of his head.

“What about me?” Richie frowns.

“Don’t you think you are going to be a good dad?”

“Oh, fuck no.” Richie bursts out laughing. “I am going to suck so hard, but… but as long as I have you… I think I have a chance of being a good Pop, hm?” He asked before petting at his five o’clock shadow. “Might grow out a beard and get salt and pepper hair.” He grins as Eddie started to laugh.

“How is your hair going to be grey when you haven’t even hit thirty yet?” Eddie held his stomach as he laughs harder.

“Um, duh, I’ll dye it. Come on, Eds! Keep up with the times’ old man!” He snorts.

“So, you’ll be the cool trendy Pop, and I’ll be the worry-some Dad who plans and organizes everything?” Eddie asked.

“God, you’ll be so frickin hot pulling out a calendar for play dates.” Richie laughs when Eddie pushes at him.

“Says the hot Pop who is gonna wear socks and sandals together.” Eddie chuckles.

“I’m gonna fucking rock the shit out of them, too!” He grins before looking at Eddie again. “But… You’re okay with this surprise?” He asked softly.

“I’m more than okay with this surprise, Richie. I can’t wait to meet them.” He smiles before they shared one more quick kiss and went home.

Maybe Richie will show him the nursery he had created. I mean, Eddie thinks that it’s Richie’s workroom. Or maybe he’ll wait for another day.

Richie stole a glance at Eddie; his beloved was looking over the onesie they bought with the biggest grin on his face. Oh yeah, Richie knew Eddie was always meant to be a dad, and seeing this only proved it.

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G/T: Almost a Garden Gnome: Chapter 3

***As told by Eddie “The Man” Edwards (stupid parents who thought they were funny)***

I don’t really know what to say or do. I hope asking if the little mystery human was alright didn’t cause any lasting trauma? I didn’t know I was such a scary guy! Take a look at me standing next to my buddies, and you’ll find that I actually have a noticeably slighter frame than they do. I’ve never been the biggest, toughest dude in the crowd, and I’m cool with that, I think. That’s how it’s always been, you know? I’m sinewy, light and lean. It runs in my family.

Considering my self-image, I’ve always had some sort of cognitive dissonance about hanging out around the little human folk. I’m not sure why, but I’m kind of… afraid of them? Uncomfortable?

When I look down at my feet, bending my neck at a near ninety-degree angle and squinting my eyes just to see somebody, it hurts—well, my neck—and my eyes—and my self-esteem. Am I truly a big-lug, taking up way too much space and sounding like a hurricane, just because of my race, something I’ll never be able to reconcile with the littles?

To be around Little Lady, then, as you may have deduced, while she’s ostensibly cute (I can hardly see her face, so maybe I’m just an optimist), freaks me out, big time.

Should I, then, take a good, hard look at myself in the mirror, and say ten times, “Humans are friends”? Should I shut the door and keep her out of my house for the sake of my mental health? Should I get someone to scare her awa-no, wait, that’s horrible!

I guess, just maybe, I could leave out something for her to eat, then promptly go back inside. I certainly don’t mind her munching on my strawberries, even though I holler at the damn squirrels for doing the very same thing. But I think something’s wrong with the squirrels here—they have an attitude problem! They chatter at me and they shoo me away after I shoo them! Ah, but if I dodge this tiny woman, I’ll also have to avoid my garden; my only hobby!

You’d be surprised—I show off my garden to everyone, even ~lady friends~, and everyone digs it, or at least they seem to humor me. Aw man, I love my garden! If I abandon the garden, (I named it Steve), where will all my bragging rights come from? Oh, I ooze masculinity, guys.

Unless it doesn’t matter if I attract the Bel Parine 'Babes anymore—unless—u-unless I swing a full 180 and fall in lo-

Um-fall for a cute h-

Ahhh. Let’s not push our luck here, yeah?

How do Bels usually deal with bum-humans squatting in their backyard, anyhow? Yes, this one’s endearing—‘guess I’m lucky—but what if—I mean, this is pretty shallow, but—what if she were a crusty old man with a grating voice from years of drinking and smoking? A bit of a yikes from me, dog. Maybe I should see the ‘silver lining’ in this situation…

Oop! The phone’s going—“Hiya Grandma, what’s doin’?”

“Eddie, I was passing the nursery on Main Street this morning on my way to pick up my prescriptions, and I saw the most beautiful sunflowers. Oh, to tell you the truth, I didn’t even know they were in season, yet! And of course, I bought you two pots, because I know how you adore your garden—” she pauses, “what’s that you’re calling it now—Steve? Oh, you silly goose! But you’re my silly goose, you handsome young ma-“

“Grandma, oh thank you, I love ya ‘a million,” I explain, “but, about the garden… I do have something to ask of you.”

“Oh? I’m sure I can help. I’ve got lots of books with all the different flowers, loads of detailed, colorful pictures, all kinds of guid-“

“N-no, Grandma, it’s a different kind of issue. Do you…uh…know anything about humans?”

Her tone changes, “Humans, huh?”

“In your garden?” I add.

“…Lucky you!” She chirps; I can easily visualize Grandma beaming on the other side of the line. “Oh, do you have a homeless human on your hands?” She sighs. “Well, that’s not very good. We’ve got to do something. First thing’s first—let’s attract him. I hear humans like honey water. I read it on the web. There are so many wonderful things on the ‘line’.”

I sigh, knowing now that I’ve boxed myself in. I’ll have to face my fear. Why’d I get on this crazy ride? My grandma, she’s got the opposite issue, though she’s got scant self-awareness. She doesn’t seem to realize that the way she fawns over those ‘cute, cuddly’ humans, makes them seem uncomfortably similar to animals. It comes off as, I don’t know, condescending? I know I’ve got no stake in this narrative, but it grates on me for some reason or another. I’ve not been very exposed to humans in my twenty-nine-and-some-months years of life, but even I can understand how to respect the othersiders.

“Eddie, this is the best news I’ve had from you in weeks!”

“What?! What about my Impatiens?” I frown. “You know how hard it is grow those badboys ever since they were wiped out by the—what is it, fungus?” I mused absentmindedly, distracting myself from the trainwreck that’ll most surely ensue after this phone call.

“Oh, wait—wait—after the Impatiens!”

I pout. “Okaay, Grandma, I get your vibe. I gots’ta’ go catch my show, I’ll chat with you later…?” I speak rapidly, looking to flee as soon as I can.

“Great! Love you, Eddieboy! Enjoy your show. I’ll see you tomorrow morning at ten!”

“Grandma, wait a second!” I panic, but it’s too late. She’s already hung up, and I’m reeling here, almost in tears as I draw closer and closer to facing this phobia—yeah, I’ll acknowledge it as a phobia—for real, after all those sheltered, trepidatious years…

Agh! I run my hand through my hair melodramatically. What the hell do I do here! What say you, reader, ol’ buddy ol’ pal?

Jeez, next you’ll tell me you’re a human, too! Haha!

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me: i can't wait to commission my characters!

commissioners: i need at least one visual reference for ocs!

me: *can't draw*

commissioners: or a detailed description works fine too!

me: *has literally never described my characters ever in my life and literally cannot visualize them at all to do much more than short Arab girl with a hijab*

me:

me: goddamnit

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Triplet De Spell Oneshot (Part One)

Part Two 

@cinnabunni5123 ‘s writing motivated me enough to clean up my old writing and get it posted. I’ll get the rest of this out tomorrow, but if you want more of this AU writing then I seriously suggest visiting @cinnabunni5123 ‘s Ao3 page (where she’s writing a brilliant multi-chapter fic of my AU) or @pilyarquitect , who has written several amazing one-shots. Both are more reliable than I’ll ever be (plus they’ve got some awesome fics in general. Other than that, this is just one of my earlier ideas in which the triplets kinda bond with everybody in an episodic-type way. Really suggest checking out their writing though, I love everything about it.

The best thing about stealing the identity of a missing child? Is that you get to steal their life too. And the real Dewey Duck,( wherever he might be), had the best, most loving family ever. Dewey de Spell loved his fake life.

And Della was the coolest adult Dewey had ever met. She gave him hugs and kisses and had as much enthusiasm for trouble as he did. The real Dewey was so lucky to be born into this family. Who knew such cool moms existed?

So when Della invited him and his brothers to go on an adventure with her, Dewey immediately agreed. Every second he spent with Della were the best seconds of his life. He wanted more of them. He wanted all of them. He wanted to hoard as many as he could before Magica blew everything away.

So, given the choice between searching for the dime with Huey, or going on an epic adventure with his fake mom, he chose fake mom.

“But Dewey, we need you to search for the dime!” Huey shouted.

“Can’t. Gotta go with Della on an epic airplane adventure. Sorry you guys weren’t invited! I’m already late gotta go byyeee!” Dewey ran out the bedroom door before Huey could say any more, leaving his two brothers alone. He could still hear Huey screaming his name, but he was already out the hall and down the stairs. They had loads of time to find the dime. He could help any other day, but going on adventures with Della? That was limited.

Besides, getting the McDuck family’s trust was part of the plan anyway, and his siblings were doing a horrible job of that. Dewey was happy to pick up their slack in that regard.

When he made it outside to the Sunchaser, he saw Della dutifully polishing her plane with a rag, and Scrooge impatiently checking his watch. A sudden bubble of excitement rose in his chest, driving him to run forward and wave to both of them. Della waved happily back, but her smile immediately fell when she only saw him. His steps faltered. Did he do something wrong?

“Are Huey and Louie coming?” She asked.

From what he knew about mothers, they were supposed to love all their children equally. From what he saw on TV, they got worried when one of them went missing. Knowing all of this, and knowing he was being very unfair to his brothers, Dewey felt an overwhelming ball of possessiveness roll up his throat. Why did she ask? Does she prefer them to him? Did she not want him there? If she found out he said they weren’t invited, would she shut him out?

All of these feelings were pushed down with a simple shrug and lie. “They didn’t want to come.”

“They didn’t want to..?” Something troubled passed over her features, and all at once, the feelings rolled back up at full force. She’ll shut him out, send him away. Say the adventure wasn’t worth it if it was just Dewey on the plane. Huey was so much smarter anyway, and Louie was more likeable. They weren’t loud or annoying or destructive or—

“More seats for us then, am I right?” Della laughed and threw an easy arm over his shoulder. “Double the leg room. We’ll have fun, just the two of us.”

‘Just the two of us’ became Dewey’s most favorite string of words, ever.

They boarded together, Scrooge following closely behind. Dewey could feel him staring, but ignored it. Della was smiling at him and he wasn’t going to let Scrooge ruin this moment for him.

“So which ones are the torpedo launchers?” The young duckling asked, ogling at the array of buttons and levers.

“Yer thinkin of submarines, boy,” Scrooge grumbled.

Della laughed and sat in the pilot’s seat, gesturing for Dewey to sit down beside her. “Yeah, no torpedos. Here, I’ll show what these buttons do.”

Scrooge left for the back of the plane. Dewey could feel the old man’s irritation just below his forced calm facade, and that’s why he forced himself to stay completely still until he heard Scrooge take his seat. Angry adults were unpredictable at their best, and he didn’t want to do anything to set him off. Once Dewey was sure that Mr. McDuck was at a safe distance, he relaxed and let Della show him how to steer.

Dewey peered out the window as they lifted off, amazed at how quickly they rose. Aunt Magica sometimes told them about her flying broom, old and broken and sitting unused in the corner of the closet. He wondered if she felt this happy when she flew.

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Huey, meanwhile, was fuming. “I can’t believe he would just walk out like that! Doesn’t he care at all—!”

Louie shrugged. “Eh, who needs him anyway. Let Dewey waste time with our fake mom if he wants. We know where the real treasure is.”

Huey sighed, nodding. “Yeah, you’re right. We know our priorities.” After a moment, he tilted his head. “...do you really think Della didn’t invite us? Actually, never mind. Doesn’t matter.”

The thought of not being invited did sting, but honestly, it sounded like the exact type of lie Dewey would spin.

“Where are we searching today?” Louie asked.

Huey pulled out two pieces of paper from his coat pocket and unfolded them. One was a map of the mansion grounds, and the other was a neatly organized checklist. Huey visibly brightened at the sight of his own handiwork, proud of the neat lines and careful planning.

“According to our checklist—”

“Which you wrote,” said Louie.

“—Our next stop in the Money Bin. That’s where Scrooge keeps all his treasures.

Louie grinned and rubbed his hands together greedily. “I wonder how much he’s got stocked in there? I’ve heard, he only piles up his gold to swim in it!”

“That’s so gross.”

“Maybe to you, but to me?” Louie put a fist over his heart. “this is the kind of wealth I aspire to.”

Huey snorted and shook his head. “Well, he’s got all his money in there. So logically, he’d put the dime in there too.”

Louie silently disagreed. If he had an important all-powerful dime, he’d store it someplace special! Not with all the common treasure. But Louie rarely spoke his opinions out loud. Coming up with plans (especially plans for Magica) was a risk, and Huey willingly took that risk every time. It was so much easier to follow than lead.

Also, he really, really wanted to see the Bin. No way he was ruining this chance by expressing his doubts now, of all times.

“Let’s get going then,” Louie said, pushing his brother out the door. “We’ve got treasure to see and dimes to steal. Let’s go, go, go!”

“Okay, okay. Wait, one minute. Just… there’s a problem. We don’t know how to get in, and it’s probably locked.”

“So? That’s why we’ve got magic, Huey. I’m a magical lock-smith.”

Huey shook his head. “That’s not enough. Haven’t you seen how many protection wards there are in this mansion alone ? I can’t even imagine how many guard spells he’s got at the money bin. I was hoping Dewey could maybe break through them, but he ran off—”

“What are you guys whispering about?”

“AGH!” Louie jumped backward, clutching his heart in fright at the third unexpected voice that appeared above them. Looking up, they saw Webby hanging out of a ventilation shaft in the ceiling, grinning sheepishly.

“Wha—WEBBY! Were you spying on us!?” Louie cried.

“Not on purpose. I was just coming over to see what you guys were doing.” She hopped down and landed easily next to them.

Louie’s heart was still racing, and knowing that Webby could’ve been listening to them at any time scared him. He was unable to keep the irritation from his voice when he snapped,“That’s creepy. Just knock on the door like a normal person.”

Webby winced, sheepishly pulling on her sweater. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to see what you were doing.”

Huey was also startled, and made a personal note to be more aware of the vents next time they planned. He was annoyed, but didn’t want to hurt her feelings. “It’s fine, just please don’t do that again.”

Webby nodded seriously, and then tilted her head. “What were you guys talking about anyway? I couldn’t hear anything from up there.”

“Nothing,” Louie answered.

“Secrets,” Huey blurted.

Webby squealed and rocked on her heals excitedly. “Secrets are my favorite! I’m so good at keeping them. Let me tell you one of mine! I’ve hidden several spears all over the mansion, so that I’m always ready for attack.”

Louie smacked a hand on his forehead. Huey was the worst at lying. Why couldn’t he keep his beak shut?”

Webby continued. “I told you one of my secrets. Now what’s yours?”

While Huey panicked at the question, fumbling for words, Louie, saw an opportunity. He put a hand on Huey’s shoulder and squeezed, silently assuring him that he could handle this.

“We’ve got a lot of secrets,” Louie grinned. “But you wanna know our biggest one?”

Louie could feel Huey tense behind him while Webby nodded eagerly. Louie paused for dramatic effect, eating a good few seconds before revealing, “We’re McDuck nerds. We love all things Scrooge McDuck.”

Webby gasped. “You too!? I thought I was the only one!”

“Well, you’re not. We’ve been researching the McDuck family four entire lives.” Which was technically true. Magica has repeatedly cursed every aunt, uncle, and cousin of the McDuck family for as they could remember.

“That’s amazing! What do you wanna talk about first? The time he saved an entire city from King Akhum’s curse? Or how about that time he outsmarted a village of evil seers, who foretold false prophecies of death? Or maybe we should go all the way back to his birth; Glasgow, 1867. The night was cold, and the air was—”

“We already know all that,” Louie interrupted, waving away her words. Then he faked a sad expression. “That’s the problem. We already learned everything there is to know, but we still haven’t seen the real thing. His artifacts, his treasures, his adventures...”

“Oh. That’s because he keeps it all in his Money Bin,” Webby said.

Louie brightened. “Really? You’ve seen it?”

Webby laughed. “Of course I have. Uncle Scrooge takes me there all the time.”

“Do you think you can get us in?” Huey asked hopefully.

Webby immediately stepped back, rubbing her arm anxiously. “Um, I don’t know. I’m actually not allowed in there by myself…”

“You won’t be by yourself, you’ll have us,” Louie encouraged. “C’mon, we’re all experts. You can be our guide. Uncle Scrooge and Della are out, so they can’t escort us anyway”

Webby shook her head, still unsure. “I can ask my Granny… she can take us.”

“Please?” Louie begged. “This has been our dream our entire lives.”

Webby looked away, and he realized he needed a different angle. He crossed his arms, and changed his tone from pleading to accusing.

“This is the type of stuff friends do for each other. I thought you were our friend.”

Webby jerked back, as if burned by his words. He felt bad, but it had the exact effect he wanted.

“N-no no! I am! I am your friend! I Just don’t want to—”

Louie rolled right over her protests. “This is the type of stuff friends do for each other. It’s not even a big deal, you’ve been there a hundred times.”

Webby looked so torn and hurt that Louie almost apologized right then and there, but he hardened himself. He was good at exactly one thing and he wasn’t gonna backtrack just because of a little guilt. He looked toward Huey, silently hoping he could top this off with a little bit of his natural good cop routine.

Thankfully, he stepped in.

“You’re our best friend, Webby,” Huey said sincerely. “It would mean the world to us if you could show us around.”

Louie held his breath as Webby thought on their words, still torn between house rules and peer pressure.

This is… this is what friends do for each other, right?” Webby asked.

“Oh yes, definitely,” Louie assured. Huey also nodded. This is what friends did on TV, after all. They always snuck around behind the adults’ backs.

Webby sighed decisively,her expression determined. “Okay. Let’s do this.”