#I'll get used to it at some point but holy shit c'mon

[bleparoooooo]

She's done!

[notanactressyay]

— ༉‧₊˚. 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞

— ₊⊹ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 . Natasha Romanoff x reader

— ₊⊹ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 . Natasha always patched herself up. she never even allowed anyone near when she's hurt. you, on the other hand, made her a bandage and even discovered a little more about who she was.

— ₊⊹ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 . implied violence, bullet wounds, blood, bruises, talks of the red room, cursing, emotional moments, caring for baby Natasha.

— ₊⊹ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 . finishing that a year later. yup, that's me. but that's just too special for me to drop it.

fic started: july, 08, 2023, 1:06pm. | finished: june, 23, 2024, 9:29pm.

dividers belong to: @saradika-graphics — ₊⊹

you're at home, reading a book as you usually did. the day was calm, tranquil, and it didn't seem like anything bad would happen. the sun rays came in from the gap between the curtains and shone right onto your face.

little did you know what was going on out there. the avengers were looking for the Winter Soldier, and well, the search wasn't going really good. cars crashing, civilians injured. and the target out there, no signs of him.

your best friend, the Black Wid— Natasha, had been as reckless as she always was, and attempting to protect a citizen, she took a bullet on the shoulder. and instead of getting immediate medical attention, she used her bleeding arm to fire a shotgun and throw a few more punches here and there.

Steve wanted to get her to a SHIELD facility, but she knew their usual procedure — they'd have her arm cut open to remove the bullet, stitch her up, and keep her in observation. she didn't want any of that. too much physical contact for her liking.

so she thought of the only smart way she could make this play. she couldn't simply go to her house with a criminal running around, in the middle of a mission. and her team would go looking for her there. not a smart choice. so she went to you.

not that she wanted to be taken care of. not that she needed to be taken care of, due the intense amount of pain going through her system. she'd just go to your house to hide, yeah.

the knocks on your door sounded heavy and urgent. you placed the book down, walking to the entrance and looking through the peephole — finding yourself in front of a bleeding, broken Natasha Romanoff. the door almost flies open, and she doesn't give you time to ask questions, stumbling inside and kicking the door shut.

"shh, keep your voice down." the redhead whispers weakly. regardless of the pain, she tries to be sarcastic. "don't be too loud or they might find me."

"your arm!" you whisper-yell, ignoring everything she had said. you ran to grab a cloth, pressing it against the wound. Natasha hissed loudly. just then you realized it was a bullet. "holy shit, i'm so sorry."

"i'm good." she weakly reassures, grabbing the cloth from your hand, taking a step back. she applied pressure to stop the bleeding — but she was barely standing. "just a tiny scratch,"

"shut it." you shake your head and carefully lead her to the nearest couch, helping her to sit down. by now, you'd have already called an ambo. but like she said, she was being chased. "spit it out, c'mon."

"mission went wrong." she sighs, allowing her eyes to close for a moment, then opening them again. when she feels you sitting down next to her, she instinctively scoots over, as if to create some distance. "the most of it is classified. but it went wrong. that's all i can tell you,"

"alright, Natasha. but you got to go and see a doctor." you chuckle humorlessly, pointing out the obvious.

the redhead was sweating, expression showing clear pain. even if the bleeding on her shoulder had stopped, she was still weak. it didn't matter she was trained for that. she was still a person.

"i can handle it." she tries to smile, but feels the uneasiness again. her eyes feel heavy, and she wants to close them. but she knew that meant passing out, going to the hospital. "just get me a first aid kit and i'll be okay."

"god, you're stubborn." you murmur. you'd probably give her a speech, but not now. "hang in there, i'll be right back."

you quickly went to the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit from the cabinet, placing it on the living room's coffee table. you also grabbed a water bottle and a bag of cookies you had, in case she wanted to eat later.

you just didn't expect her to push you back when you reached out to touch her arm.

"just give it to me," she extends her hand towards the kit box, coaxing a small, incredulous laugh out of you.

"you expect me to let you do it yourself? in that state?" you ask, genuinely concerned now. you sit down by her side once again, slowly. she gulps.

Natasha was your elusive superhero friend, so you never really had that much of physical contact before. you didn't know about her past, either. you didn't know her fear of people touching her. her fear of being vulnerable. because back then, she wasn't allowed to be vulnerable.

widows never failed. widows never got sick. if a widow had an injury, that meant victory. she'd have to heal herself and focus back on the mission. so simply putting, Natasha didn't know what it was to allow someone to care for her.

but now... she was almost passing out. really. she also knew damn well you had no intentions of hurting her, nor reasons to do so. or else, she'd have distanced herself a long time ago. so she sighs in defeat.

"... just make it quick, okay?" she shifts, allowing you in her personal space.

you sigh as well in relief, opening the first-aid kit box and grabbing a wipe, putting some hydrogen peroxide on it. the blood under the cloth had long dried. you carefully unwrapped it from her arm, setting it aside. you examined the wound closely. the bullet went through, it was good, somehow. you wouldn't have to magically learn how to make a surgery.

Natasha's eyes followed your hand, as it wiped away the blood covering her arm. she was so tense at the beginning. but time went by, and her brain slowly registered the fact she didn't have a reason to be tense. her shoulders visibly eased up.

"the bullet's not here," you whisper, throwing the dirty wipes away and grabbing the ointment, the antiseptic, and the bandages. "i'll patch you up for now, but Nat, you seriously need some stitches."

she's relieved. the pain is still strong, but she's relieved, with you. only if you knew how bad she was trying not to cry right now. her voice quivers, as she points to something inside the box. "i-is that aspirin?"

you frown, stopping the movements. "it is. do you want some?"

"mhm." the russian hums, unable to stop the little tear from rolling down her cheek. with your help, she takes a couple of pills and swallows it with the water you grabbed earlier. "thank you,"

"you're welcome." you murmur back, softly smiling at the sight of Natasha's tender side starting to show up. you continue, applying the ointment on her skin and carefully spreading it.

"i never had this before," Natasha says, almost inaudibly. her head lowers itself to your shoulder, surprising you. "did you know that? because back then, getting hurt was a good thing. they made us believe that, i mean."

you listen to her soft rambling, humming to let her know you heard. you finish wrapping the bandages around her arm and shoulder, and put some band-aids to keep it secure. in response to her leaning against you, you carefully, gently wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

"i'm glad you know that's not true anymore." you comment, and she nods. her lips quiver more. my, she looks so.. broken. and you'd do anything to fix her. at least try. "you can cry, Nat. let your pain out."

she sniffles, her one good arm circling you as she weakly buried her face on your shoulder, allowing the tears to flow freely. her body trembles, so you hold her closer, tighter. your body heat comforts her.

after a while, she certainly doesn't want to talk. her sobs quiet down, and she tries to cuddle up against you. " 'm tired, wanna sleep."

"i know." you say, pressing the back of your hand against her forehead. she surely had a fever. but the aspirin she took before would help, in a few hours. "you can take your rest now."

Natasha whimpers quietly — which was supposed to be a yawn — and allow her eyelids to finally shut. she clings to you tightly, as if genuinely scared you would disappear if she let you go. but you never would.

not after seeing such a thing. she did something major today. and you treasured it with your whole heart. you pressed a kiss on the top of her head and held her — having no idea if the SHIELD spies would come after you. nah, probably not. Natasha knew what she was doing.

[midnight1nk]

So, this week's episode...

[Spoilers below cut]

Past Ink: Guys, it's fine. This isn't a serious episode, it would be too soon for another arc. It's just gonna be another silly Saturday.

Current Ink: ....

(the following is my live reaction:)

[*unholy screaming*] FOUR NOOOOOOOOOOOO

WOW WHAT A GREAT START TO THIS EPISODE, SCRATCH EVERYTHING THAT I SAID ABOUT THIS BEING A "NORMAL" EPISODE

NOPE I NEED TO PAUSE, I NEED TO TAKE A WALK BC I'M NOT GONNA GET OVER IT, DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS COULD LEAD

they're not gonna do it in this episode BUT the fact that goop!4 is being acknowledged in every way possible, we might just have a sequel in our hands

NO NO NO CUT THE INTRO, I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED THE EPISODE YET AND YOU WANT ME TO MAKE A THEORY ON IT ALREADY? HOLD YOUR FUCKIN HORSES, I'LL GET THERE GEEZ

anyway, we have to press play...

I'm pretty sure someone already has done a pirate au (no I'm not over what I just watched) and anyway, artists: here's pirate SMG4

Four, you should've read the file name before downloading it [*shakes head*]

Wait, is this going to be a parody of computer buddies? That's actually pretty fun..... OH NO NO NO

Ah, so we are doing computer buddies

Actually, yeah, can we have Mario as president please

love how it says "no one even compares to mario. especially smg4 who sucks booty cheeks [or ass] and mario doesn't"

Observe as the SMG4 fandom gets terrified of the word "perfect" [*screams*]

MARIO MARIO NO NO NO HE DIDN'T SAVE

I felt that in my core omg

as a graphic designer, this hurts

apparently, there's a whole new dimension in our computers, Only in the SMG4 Universe [*cheesy thumbs up*]

We really are getting all the computer buddies, huh? I wonder if KinitoPET will appear

[*silver the hedgehog voice*] It's no use!

BRITISH SMG3

wow what a funny bit... WAIT HOLD UP WAIT A MINUTE, LOOK AT THE MEDIA BOX

the eyes....

w̷̹̓e̷̼̽ ̸̯́n̴̩͆e̵̝̓v̴̼͑ë̵̤r̴͓͛ ̷̭͝l̵̦̎e̴̞͗f̵͉̐ṯ̴͗

and the left eye too... oh god, the EYE OF RA— [*gets shot*]

honestly, Four, you improved your aim ever since Western Spaghetti (ik you also did for PV but that's not the point)

I knew they were gonna bring in buff Luigi again

I'M SCREAMING

THERE IS NO WAY THE TEAM JUST DROPPED THAT ON US, THIS CAN'T BE REAL

ok first off, the fact that Four has a folder labeled "Super SECRET Spicy Memes" is giving "totally homework" folder energy (and I don't want to even think more about that)

hey, Four did say that Three brings some spice into his life (yeah, "rosemary to my bread" and all that jazz)

SECOND, the fact he has an image of SMG3 with him saying "whats the matter smg4 kun?"

THEN the "I know what you are" audio clip...

Four, buddy, you're down bad aren't you?

like "woah smg4's bisexual, I didn't know that", the closet is out of GLASS so we been knew but I DID NOT expect this

having Three be a tsundere is one thing, but FOUR....

🫵🏳️‍🌈⁉️

"they're dating behind the scenes" at this point, yeah

we have to keep going... [*secretly puts this clip on the fridge*]

I hate this so much /silly

[*chaos ensues*] [*sips my coffee*] just another tuesday saturday

GOTTA GO FAST GOTTA GO FAST— [*gets tazed*] i can never catch a break c'mon man

oh hey Swag!

four dollars is four dollars, you got yourself a deal

ok, I'm gonna need everyone to see Four's cute little hops here:

look at him go, my silly little goober :) oh, now you have? then let's keep going

holy shit, this fight scene is so well animated!!! LET'S GOOOO

never thought I'd see the day of seeing biblically accurate bonzi in an SMG4 episode and yet here we are.

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I'VE SEEN IN MY LIFE, I'M ASCENDING

"...but they hugged before" NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND

A normal hug, where two people cross each other and are unable to see the other's face since it's over their shoulder, is just as it is: a normal hug. It can be seen as platonic and/or romantic.

THIS is a lot more intimate. 3 and 4's heads touch while they hold each other by the hand. This type of hug is reserved more for romantic partners when the situation leads them to a devasting end, where they face each other to look at and remember what their partner looked like, one last time before they die.

In this case, it makes sense as the computer is collapsing within itself.

"It's not actually them tho." Yes, they're digital copies of 3 and 4 but that's the thing: they're COPIES, acting on what 3 and 4 would actually do

SMG34 shippers, we are eating GOOD today yum yum

but then, that begs the question: would there be a moment where 3 and 4 would reveal their feelings for each other at the worst possible time?

(you guys are not going to be ready for my next episode concepts) What, who said that?

uh anyway them 💙💜 gotta put it on the fridge

I feel for you, Four, but I have a horrible feeling about this

...

Foreshadowing is a literary device���

no seriously, I feel like this could be part of a future arc where a past villain would ruin everything Four has and would offer up a deal when Four would be the most desperate. There's always a catch. Hmm, why does that seem familiar...?

Your life's work or your friends, it's your call, SMG4

:)

HELL YEAH FOUR, THROW IT AWAY (omg just like how he chose Three over the USB, I'm crying dude)

also congrats to Ourstor08954957 for the lovely art in the end credits 🎉 such cute doodles ❤️

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

Oh boy, what an episode. I feel like I'm in another plane of existence right now. Everything was absolutely incredible, great job Team!!

Everyone, say THANK YOU to whoever put the SMG34 crumbs in there, we shall treasure it for the rest of our lives. I'm gonna put those moments on my fridge. OH I would love to see the artists draw the SMG34 hug or pirate Four!

Love the fighting scene right by the end and the little details they have added in there. I guess it's "Torture Ink with the Idea that Goop!4 May Happen" day but hey, I'm so normal about it (no I'm not). I've been a bit stressed since finals are coming up so I'm thankful for anything this episode for me.

(If anyone is curious, the WOTFI website is still up and yes, I am logging its status just in case.)

I'm sure everyone is going crazy over this...

"They gay fr :3" [BenJoJoGV, Twitter]

🧍

BEN YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THESE THINGS—

[spidernuggets]

this is so tropey and cliché yet I cannot help but adore it sooo a calm chill peace n love pacifist type of gal who only uses computer skills/detective skills/whatnot for the titans but never violence. that is until some asshat takes jason hostage and reader to the sheer shock of everyone goes deathstroke level violent, demolishes everything, sneaks out alone to single handedly rescue jason whilst the titans are still tryna figure out a plan, and jason wakes up back in titans tower to find out that it wasn't a team effort to get him back, that reader did it all alone and killed the people who took him, jason is maybe a lil shit and is all thanks but I had the situation under control, and then he asks why she cares so much and she's like I don't but if they killed you I would kill everyone in this room and then myself 😊 👉👈

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Note: I'M SO SORRY IT'S TAKING SO LONG TO GET THIS OUT, BABES!!! I'M IN MY FINAL YEAR OF SCHOOL, AND I HAVE EXAMS LIKE EVERY WEEK REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CRIES. ALSO, the first part of this fic is kinda based on Jason and Gar's little moment before they go down to the subways.

"What are you doing now, nerd?" Jason walks into the computer room where yoh sat in front of the downgraded version of the Bat Computer. He leans against the edge, budging your leg with his to get your attention.

"That name is hypocritical, theatre nerd," you bite back.

"Holy shit, they're thespians, not theatre nerds."

"Same difference. Anyways, if you must know, Arkham Asylum's system broke down. Dick asked me to help them fix it. It's fine now, but a bunch of crims broke out. Some are back in, but a few handfuls are still out there. No one above Riddler level. We'll be fine," you say, leaning back on the chair, hands resting behind your head.

"Need any help, babe?" He asks.

You'd be a pathological liar if you said all the nicknames he gave you didn't make your face heat up. You always liked Jason. He has the smart potential that everybody else seems to refuse to see. But you appreciate it.

You shrug. "I dunno. You can if you want, I'm just trying to find where these criminals would be next. But it just looks like they're breaking in and stealing shit from wherever. They pick one building and then move on to a whole different area," you frown, unable to find a pattern.

Jason squints at the big screen. "Hey, zoom into that street over there," he points to the corner of the city's map. You furrow your brows, but oblige. "They're not targeting random buildings, sweet thing," he mutters.

"What? What do you mean?"

"Look. See those buildings there? They already have past records of breaking and entering, and robbery. These Arkham crims are targeting untouched places." Jason says, observing the area.

You then go on your own computer, searching the history of crime through Gotham. Sure, the majority of residents were witnesses or victims to these crimes, but there's still places that have been safe for a good while.

"Hey, all these buildings. I know them." He adds. "Bruce enforced higher security. They're aiming for Wayne Enterprise sponsored buildings!"

"How did I miss that?" You whisper to yourself. "Fuck, Jason, your a bloody genius." You missed the whiplash he got, looking at you in awe for such a simple compliment. "Alright, let me just go mark these locations and I'll go and let Dick know."

"Woah, woah," Jason holds your shoulder. "He doesn't need to know. He's already so busy. I'll handle them. You said it yourself, 'we'll be fine'." He says proudly.

You sighed. "Jay, I know you'd be fine. What's not fine is knowing for a fact that you'd show no mercy and probably make all of them bite the curb." You crossed your arms, folding one leg over your other.

"Ugh, c'mon, Y/n. I promise I won't, and I promise I'll be safe. Dick and the other guys need to know that I can do shit on my own!" He starts to beg. You always knew how important Robin is to him. You were actually impressed about how passionate he was to a mask.

You sighed again, staring at the floor while thinking. "Fine. But you need to be wired. At least be in contact with me. The moment you get into trouble, you call me, I'll get the others to help."

"Why don't you just come out with me? I know you git them badass combat skills?" Then, Jason gives you those eyes for when he asks you for something, and shamefully, you always give in. Not this time.

"Jay, you know why. Even just giving someone a oetty slap just doesn't do it for me."

"Yeah, yeah I know. But if you're ready to throw a punch, make sure I'm there to see," Jason winks as he's about to leave to suit up. But you call out to him.

"Jason." He turns. "You don't need to prove yourself to anyone. Not to me at least," you gave him a sympathetic look. Jason just gives a slight nod in return before turning again and leaving to get ready.

"You sent Jason out there?!" Dick storms into your room without knocking.

You were sat on your bed, holding your hands up. "Woah, man, I could've been changing or something," you say nonchalantly. "Jason will be fine, Dick. He is capable enough of defending himself. Besides, I have him wired, so if he needs help, he can contact me." You say, eyes focused on the laptop placed on your legs.

"Okay, genius, then why did Hank inform me just now that Jason's unresponsive and that his tracker has been disconnected!" Dick yells at you. You stop typing.

"I'm sorry," you choke out a sarcastic laugh, getting off your bed, walking out of your room, Dick following suit. "What? It sounds like you're saying someone cut off all connections that Jason has to us," you said, hoping that you heard wrong or that it was some lame, insensitve prank. You walk into the debriefing room, where the other Titans were. And to prove what Dick said was true, the screens showed that there were no signs of Jason, his tracker, or his wire.

"That's exactly what I'm saying." Dick replies sternly. "Jason's gone missing, possibly kidnapped. Why didn't you tell me he was going out?! Why didn't you tell us?"

Hank chimes in. "Yeah, kid. You know how reckless Jason can be-"

You chucked your laptop to the wall, completely smashing it, the screen chipping everywhere, and the keys scattering across the floor. It instantly made the room dead silent.

You stayed silent, too. You said nothing, giving the others no explanation to your sudden, quiet outburst, and headed back to your room.

From behind you can hear Dick sigh, and preoare everyone to find Jason.

You had other plans.

You didn't know where Jason could be. But from the tracker, you can pinpoint his last known location. Not that you told Dick or even Bruce, but you managed to connect your smartwatch to Jason's tracker. No, you are not a stalker... is what you always repeated to yourself. You just wanted to be the first one to always be sure that your spontaneous friend is okay. And look at what good it's doing.

Opening your closet, deep in the back, situated your throwing knives and flame thrower.

"Come to mama," you whispered. Sure, the use of violence is more or less a disturbance to you. But these assholes have your friend hostage. And you know that if you stay with the others, they'd slow you down.

You packed a backpack with everything you think you'd need, and you climbed out your window and ran to where Jason was seen last. You didn't have a hero suit of your own, seeing as you refused to kick ass with the others. Oh, well, you thought. A face mask would do you good.

You ended up in the outskirts of the city. There was no noise, and no Jason. But there was blood. Possibly his.

Unfortunately, there were only splatters and no trails that could guide you.

"Well, aren't you a pretty little thing?" A deeo, raspy voice said behind you.

You turn around and tilted your head. "Hello. I'm lookin' for a friend. About yay high, black domino mask, Christmas coloured superhero suit with an R on the left breast of the chest plate. Goes by the name Robin. You seen him anywhere?" You politely ask.

The gruffy man hummed. "Hmm. Show me what you're made of little lady, and I might spill a secret or two," he disgustingly smirks.

You shrug. "Since you asked so nicely." Swiftly, you threw a knife at him, slicing right through his shoulder as the man howls in agony.

"YOU BITCH," he screams.

You slowly walk up to him, and right as he tries to throw a punch, you dug, slicing his leg with another one of your knives, making him tumble to the concrete.

As he lays on his back, you tower over him, your foot resting on top of the knife that was impaled through his shoulder, making him cry out in pain.

"Now you listen to me, pretty little thing," you smile, mocming him. "After this, you're going to live. Because the sight of a dead body makes me gag. But the catch is," You reach for your flamethrower from your back, pointing it to the man's crotch as he whimpers in fear. "You're gonna be walkin' around with a fried dick. So what's it gonna be? Giving me a location? Or giving yourself a grilled sausage?"

You blink twice before he yells and reveals where Jason is. "Thank you so much, sweetie," you smiled, moving the flamethrower away and your foot lifting off the knife, turning to go find your friend.

He sighs out in relief, but you then turn back around. Saying nothing else, you point the flamethrower at his face, setting it off, letting the flames char his skin.

You hide behind crates in a dimly lit, abandoned warehouse, trying to search for Jason. You then go into a different room, and upon going in, you see a figure tied up in a chair, mouth covered in a dirty rag and a blindfold over his eyes.

My poor- shit. I mean. Poor Jason. You think.

The room was empty. It's an opportunity for you to help him. You cut the ropes, take the rag, and blindfold off.

"Jay?" You whispered. "Jason, wake up, c'mon we gotta go." It was no use.

"So you're the little gal burning up faces," another rough voice says.

You stand up straight, facing the significantly larger man in front of you. "Why does everyone keep calling me that? I'm the average height," you complained, crossing your arms.

The man grunts, snapping his fingers. Then, what seemed to be a whole army of men dressed in black and white striped jumpsuits appeared from every corner, with crooked grins and nasal chuckles.

"Naw, but you'd be cut, chopped, and sliced into little pieces after we're done with you, little thing," he smiles.

"All of you against me?" You pouted. Well, that's just not fair, is it? How about a little disadvantage for you guys." You threw knives in all light sources, smashing the bulbs, now with the only source of ligbt being the moon shining out from a window or two.

You quickly whip out night vision goggles, activating them and your flamethrower ready in your hands.

You start blasting at all the men that attempt (and failed) to attack you, quickly burning their faces, hands, legs, all over their bodies.

All you could hear were the sounds of their writhing pain. You also made sure to stay close to Jason, making sure no one tried to hurt him.

Just as you were about to roast another guy, your flamethrower suddenly ran out of fuel.

"Well, shit," you muttered to yourself. "Old fashioned, it is."

You used the flamethrower itself as a combat weapon, hurling it through their guts and crotches, any of their most vulnerable areas.

The last guy to go down was the supposed leader. You smash the flamethrower into his head, probably leaving a dent, and he falls to the ground. You then take out any knives that remain, stabbing them through bith his shoulders and shins.

You took out your remaining anger and adrenaline out on him by using the flamethrower, striking it against his abdomen.

"Asshole! Perveted! Kidnapping! Ugly! Son! Of! A! Bitch!" You exclaim with every blow.

You pants, looking around the room full of unconscious men. Even the one in the cape.

You lift him up, throwing his arm over your shoulder, beginning to haul him out of the warehouse.

By the time Jason woke uo, his head was spinning, his throat was dry, and his vision was blurry. He sits uo, trying to stay still to focus his vision. He then notices that his shirt is off and his torso is bandaged. There were also many patches all over his face.

He slowly gets uo from bed, wincing at the pain. On his nightstand, he sees a glass of water, pills and a sticky note.

"Take the pill and drink all the water, theatre nerd

- Other Nerd."

Jason couldn't help but smile at the little message and consideration. He did as was told, swallowing the pill and gulping down the water.

Wanting to get into bed, he heard voices coming out of his room. He leans against his dokr, trying to listen.

"Half of those guys are in death threatening condition! The other half have permanently damaged bones! You killed a guy, Y/n! When the fuck do you even kill!" It was Dick. Who seemed pissed. Wait.

Did he just put your name and the word kill in the same sentence?

"What was I meant to do, Dick? Lock them up and wait for them to escape again? You and I both know the justice system is bullshit!" You spit back.

"That doesn't make you the judge of death, Y/n!"

"What-Fucking-Ever! Here's an idea! Maybe if you had just a little faith in Jason, he wouldn't feel the need to go out there! He was just trying to help! You're his older brother. Act like it!" You bite, not wanting to hear another word coming out of Dick's mouth, and stormed into Jason's room.

Too bad you didn't know he was leaning on the other side of the door.

He grunts heavily, and you shove the door against him.

"Shit! Jay, what the hell are you doing out of bed!" You scold him, taking him by the arm and leading him back to bed.

"Hello to you too, nerd," he mumbles, lying back down.

"You just wake up? How you feelin'?" Your hand rests against his face.

"I'm fine. What happened?" He replies groggily.

You sighed, sitting on the floor, resting your chin on the edge of the bed. "You got kidnapped. Your tracker and wire went offline."

"So what were you and Dick arguing about?" His brows knit together.

Your head tilted so that you were leaning on your cheek.

"Just tell me, nerd," he scoffed.

"Went to save you on my own. Killed a guy," you shamefully admitted.

He smiled in disbelief. "I thought I was fuckin' hallucinating. Fuck, wished I was conscious to see you in action. You didn't even need to get me, nerd. I had everything under control." He scoffs at the end.

"Mm.. Okay, Mr. black eye and stabbed stomach," you reply tiredly, while poking his nose.

Jason sighs and stares at the ceiling. "Thanks." He mutters.You smile.

"Hm? What was that?" You tease.

"I'm not saying it again. You know what I said."

"Yeah, yeah. I know." You admire the side of his face.

"Why? Why go through all that, Y/n? You haven't even punched a person in who knows how long. And suddenly you put people in the hospital and kill someone? I don't understand," Jason suddenly says, turning to face you.

You look back at him. "They took you."

He shook his head, unsatisfied. "No. That's bullshit. Gar and Conner got kidnapped once. You didn't kill people then."

You looked away. "They aren't you." You mumble.

"So what? What the hell's so special about me, Y/n? Why do you care so much?" Jason was confused. He wanted answers as to why someone could care so much for him. He wanted to know why someone who doesn't believe in violence would kill for him when even his own family couldn't.

"I don't," you tried to excuse yourself. "But if they killed you, I would've killed everyone, and the Titans, and then myself," you casually say, still avoiding his gaze.

Jason couldn't help but snicker. "Sounds very caring to me, nerd," he lowly says.

You hum. "Mm, whatever."

He then dramatically sighs. "You know what, sweetheart. It's pretty cold up here. And I assume the floor isn't as comfortable as the bed," there's a look of both want and need in his eyes.

You smile. "What? Wamt a blankie?" You teased.

"Fuck, just come up here," he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

You said nothing else. Just quickly obliged, going around to the other side of the bed, lying beside him.

"You're too far," he complains.

"I'm gonna mess up your bandages," you pout.

"You're so stubborn," Jason says, using his gokd arm to pull you closer, making your head lay on his chest.

"You're one to talk," you snap, though nestling your head into his warmth.

He just hums in response, letting his lips linger on the crown of your head.

I'M SORRY AGAIN, ANON. this is probably lame... and I didn't know how to end it

cries 🥲

[imrllytootiredforthis]

Sub! Bsf lix noticing you getting off in public using your thighs under the table.even if you we're out with your friends,Every time it happens he turns his head away in a flash afraid to that he stared for too long . his ears are red and he gets starts to squirm a bit in his seat . Brushing off his concerned friends' questions about his wellbeing. It's a torture really so the next time you do it he ensures that you're too alone he'd muster all his courage to advance to you in a timid steps makeing you halt your moves before parting your thighs a bit and dropping between them he didn't dare to lift his head while asking with a red face and shaky voice to use his face...use him if you really want it this bad to the point of doing it in public

holy shitttttt

he notices it right away.

he's your best friend after all, of course he would notice.

the way you shift in your seat, the way you can't seem to sit still, the way that your neck is just the slightest bit red.

he notices.

and he peeks under the table, lifting the tablecloth a bit to see. see that the reason you keep moving so much is because of the way that you press your thighs together, rubbing them in a way that his face flushing scarlet.

he quickly looks away, trying to pretend that nothing is wrong but his pokerface is nowhere near as good as yours, turning red from head to toe, and fuck, he can feel himself getting hard now too.

he imagines it over and over, imagines doing something about it, imagines how good you would sound moaning as he whines against you from the fingers tugging his hair.

poor lixie can't help but squirm in the seat.

fuck

he wonders what you'd taste like, how you'd feel on his tongue, how you'd talk him.

maybe you'd call him a dirty little perv, maybe you'd call him a good kitten for you, maybe you'd call him a slut for getting on his knees for you in such a public place-in front of all your friends.

"you good?" he looks up at Chan, who looks back with concerned eyes, "sick? you're all red."

you look at him too now, worried, shifting imperceptibly.

his eyes flash down again,

he wonders how would your thighs feel around his head? soft-yes, so soft.

he loves your thighs, loves whenever you wear shorts around him and he can see your skin, so smooth and pretty, he can't help but want to squeeze them and love them,

he often fantasized about his head between them, he'd die a happy man between your thighs. his lips on them too, kissing and sucking marks onto them, tracing his fingers over them afterward, wondering how they-how you looked so fucking gorgeous, fucking his cock between them.

holy shit, he loves your thighs.

"Felix?"

Chan looks concerned now, as do the others but Chan specifically looks like he's about to pull his handy thermometer out of his bag and check his temperature like the mom he is.

'hmm just what i thought, you're sick, come on we're going home now.'

"I-i'm fine." he spluttered, in no way actually fine now that these thoughts had surfaced, but whatever.

everyone looks at him, unbelieving.

finally, you sigh. "c'mon, if you're sick you shouldn't be out, i'll take you home and we can watch some movies-i'll make you soup or something."

the thought. of being alone with you.

you and him. him and you.

in the dorms.

all alone.

"y'know, yeah, i am feeling a little under the weather,"

you're grabbing your stuff already as the words come out, telling the rest of the boys that you'll see them later and grabbing your best friend before dragging his sick ass out of there.

--

at the dorms you're not much better.

after he adamantly declines the soup, refusing to let you make him any you sigh and turn on a movie instead.

it plays in the background but he pays attention to none of it.

all he can really pay attention to is the way that your thighs still rub together, looking at the screen but he can tell you're not really watching.

he isn't either to be fair.

but thirty agonizing minutes? (he only knows because of how much time has played on the movie)

of this. of watching you and wishing he could do something. of wanting you to call him over to you and shove his face between your legs. of wanting and wishing and trying to hide how hard he is under the blanket.

he's surely slowly losing his mind. slowly surely losing it to horniness and lust and sinful thoughts. all while you're entirely unaware.

his mouth is nearly watering, his head is spinning, he's aching in his pants.

he needs you so bad.

so slowly he scoots closer to you. you don't seem to notice at first, too engrossed in something that isn't the movie.

you look at him funny. "Lix? what are you doing, lay back down you're si-..."

you trail off as he slinks down to the floor in front of you, looking up at you with doe eyes, searching for an answer. for a command. for anything.

"Lix?"

your voice is a whisper, barely a question as you know enough to read between the lines.

red face. pretty begging eyes looking down in shame. on his knees. hands twitching.

"tell me what you want."

he doesn't say anything, reaching up to rest his hands on your thighs soft and gentle, not doing anything but rubbing, kneading them, starting on the outside but gradually...gradually...

"please?"

he sounds so needy, so desperate, so cute and good and adorable.

"so polite," you finally say, spreading your legs open, just for him. "you gonna be good for me kitty?"

his eyes are fixated, fingers itching to pull down your pants, to do what he's been wanting to all night.

"c-can i?"

"go ahead pretty boy~"

[lowkeyrobin]

MORGAN DAVIES ; behind the scenes

summary ; childhood friends to lovers with actor pookies 🤞

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; idk specifically how the others act irl because I obviously don't know them personally, be aware that they might be a little out of character ; Conan Gray references, reader is described to have positive sensory experiences with hair and scratchy/fuzzy textures cause why not

requested by ; @callsignwidow

word count ; 1.2k

masterlist

"Hey Morg!" You smile, seeing your long-time friend leave the set, walking towards you. "How's it going?" You ask, handing him a bag of takeout food you'd just picked up for him.

He accepts it graciously with a smile. He's dressed in a blue sweatshirt and black pants, a few droplets of fake blood splattered across his blonde hair. "Thank you! And good, you wanna come up?" He asks, pointing back at the apartment complex where the movie was being shot in.

You nod with a shrug, "Yeah, let's go enter the demon possessed apartment complex"

He pats your shoulder, pulling you inside to hide away from the scorching New Zealand heat. You walk up the multiple flights of stairs, reaching the filming floor. You're happily greeted by Gabrielle and Nell, the two having been eating lunch in the hallway. Alyssa and Lily were finishing up a scene inside, prompting you to take a seat with them and Morgan.

He opens the bag and shares the chips and gauc with the girls, and opens up the styrofoam box to reveal his quesadillas.

"Those are the greasiest quessadillas I've ever seen" Gabrielle chuckles, watching Morgan use one of the shitty napkins in the bag to dab away some of the grease.

"It's Taco Bell, of course it's greasy!" He exclaims, taking a bite of the cheesey tortilla. "Right, Y/n?"

You quickly nod, rushing to his defense.

"What point are you trying to prove?"

"I dunno"

⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓

"You showed up just to ruin shit for me! I tried leaving all of you in the past for a reason! I wish you'd just stay in my memories, go away!" You shout, "There's no reason to think we could ever exist again. Get over it!"

Tears run down your cheeks and neck, dark, artificial circles under your eyes. Tear stains cover the outer corners of your eyes. Your hands were balled into fists, fingers clenched so tightly that your knuckles were turning white.

"Cut!"

You exhale, shaking hands with your costar as you step off the set. Your familiar blonde friend rushes to your side to hug you, cheering on your performance.

"That was crazy! You're so like, it's surreal when you act like that, really." A smile painting his face, arms slung around your shoulders.

The shorter, faded sides of his mullet scratch your jaw a bit, a weird comfort you found in his hugs. His hugs were always so warm and welcoming, so scratchy and fuzzy, like that childhood nostalgia of TV static. He didn't mind your hands getting lost in his hair, he knew the sensory was a positive stimulation for you, something that grounded you.

"That was so good! Holy fuck!" He smiles, patting you on the back as you fully exit your character's state of mind and thoughts, and separate theirs from yours. "That's impressive, really. You on-command cry so well!" He chuckles, patting your cheeks a few times to show you some physical love.

"Thank you, thank you" You lightly smile, accidently looking down at his lips a little too long before looking back up at his eyes.

The directors, producers, and cameramen all had their backs facing you, giving some sense of privacy as you two talk. You'd finally finished the day around nine, your tiredness apparent to Morgan. You stand far off to the side, out of everyone's way.

"C'mon, I'll take you home" He offers, leading you outside as you nod.

You'd walked here. You wanted to go home with him and just jump in your bed and sleep. You'd been up since nearly four this morning to finish up the final scenes of this movie you were working on. Finally, though, it was over.

⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓

On the car ride home, which was luckily within two hours of the final set you were on for the passion project movie you were starring in, it was relatively quiet. You couldn't sleep in the car, you rest your head against the seatbelt, and stare out the window, watching all the trees and lamp posts on the side of the highway pass by.

The blonde, driving, let you connect your phone to the radio to play music. You'd been playing some calmer music, considering you were tired and weren't in for anything upbeat.

Morgan knew the location of your home like the back of his hand, like you were his second home, because you were. Being so close for so long created a weird string between you two, something so lovely and fuzzy inside the both of you.

You drink the bottled love water out of the cupholder in the center console, which he'd brought just for you. Even though it was still cold from being in the fridge, it bubbled a warmth inside your stomach. A warmth that reminded you of the person sitting next to you. The person who gave you unconditional love and support through everything.

You end up falling asleep halfway through the drive, which he notices quickly. As you arrived at your destination, however, he had to make a decision. Either wake you up, or ruffle through your belongings, get your house keys, and carry you inside as carefully as possible.

Of course, he picked the latter.

Luckily enough, the interior lights turning on as he parked the car didn't awake you, clearly fallen into a deep slumber. He opens the door to your residence, then carries your backpack of belongings inside, then finally, you. He carefully lays you on your bed, then covers you with a light blanket that sat at the foot of your mattress.

He runs a hand through his hair before you stir, catching him off gaurd. He fills with worry and guilt, not having wanted to wake you up at all.

"Thanks, Morg" You mumble, hiding your eyes in your arm, shielding yourself from the light pouring in from the hallway and the lamp nearby. "You can spend the night if you wanna"

"Okay" He nods, "I'll be out on the couch if you need me" He turns around, walking towards your door before you stop him.

"No, like-" You speak, rubbing your eyes a bit before he quickly turns off the lamp for you. "-You can lay in here. You don't have to sleep on the couch. We've been friends for like, ever, it's fine"

"That's the problem" He mumbles

"Huh?" You hum, squinting your eyes as they adjust to the lighting, looking up at him.

He lightly sighs, "I don't wanna be just friends. Okay? And that's awful of me to say, considering you probably won't remember this because you're exhausted and we've been only friends for so long. Anyways, I'm... I'm gonna go sleep on the couch, if you need anything"

"Morgan-"

"What?"

"Come lay down, you dork"

"What?"

You roll your eyes and flop back down onto your pillow. "Get your ass to sleep next to me before I knock you out myself"

"Loud and clear," He replies, quickly scurrying to your side after turning the hallway light off. He toes his shoes off at the end of the bed and climbs into it with you, keeping distance. "So about..."

"Yeah, yeah. Goodnight, love" You reply, pulling the covers over your shoulders.

Astonished, only a singular select word is able to leave his lips.

"Goodnight"

[cherrythepuppet]

The Cargo

TW: Killing, general violence

Vinnie, Dante, and Karma: ZeddyZi

Gram: Me

Dante and Karma, now joined by Vinnie, begin fleeing from the area as soldiers begin searching the building they just came from “We gotta get outta here. Now!” Vinnie exclaimed, The trio turns left and ascends some stairs

Vinnie approaches a gated fence as a military convoy of Humvees drive down the road on the other side. She turns left “Through here. I know a way around this. C'mon” She said

Vinnie climbs a box in front of her and jumps up, grabbing and pulling down a fire escape ladder. They climb it and ascend the fire escape stairs to the roof of the building, overlooking the city. A couple blocks away is a large explosion, surprising them

“Holy shit. Is that your people?” Karma asked “What's left of them. Why do you think I'm turning to you guys?” Vinnie replied leading the pair to some nearby roof windows “So why now?” Dante questonied

“We've been quiet. Been planning on leaving the city, but they need a scapegoat. They've been trying to rile us up” Vinnie explained “Looks like they did” Dante grumbled “We're trying to defend ourselves” Vinnie glared

They drop down into a room through the open roof windows. Vinnie approaches a blue metal door and attempts to open it. She struggles due to the wound on her side “Dante, gimme a hand with this” She said

Dante complies and lends her a hand with opening the door. Vinnie draws her pistol and begins to lead them down a staircase “Hey. How you holding up?” “I'll live” They exit the building into an area underneath a bridge. Vinnie takes cover behind a nearby crate. She peeks out and spots a military soldier in the distance

“Hold up. Soldiers” She said then pointed at a door “That's the way out. The door under the bridge” She told them “Ain't a big fan of these odds” Dante sighed but Karma shrugged before The three turn the corner and begin sneaking forwards

They turn left and ascend some stairs, where a group of soldiers are patrolling the area and the nearby building. To the right on the bridge, a soldier is harassing a Firefly he has in custody and Two of the firefly’s comrades lay dead beside her

“You picked the wrong day to screw with us” “Go fuck yourselves!” A gunshot rang out “Good riddance” At the same time, two soldiers have a conversation in the building to the left. One stands at the door as the other is inside

As the two soldiers are having the conversation, Vinnie instructed Dante while hiding behind the nearby cover. Dante enters the building and sneaks his way to the adjoining hallway. There, he comes behind one of the soldiers and takes him down. Vinnie strangles the guard across from him

Dante continues to dispatch the rest of the soldiers in the area. Vinnie approaches the three dead Fireflies on the bridge. Dante walks up behind “Goddammit, they got Charlie” She mumbled “Goodbye, friend” She added

“We should go, Vinnie. There's bound to be more soldiers on the way” Dante cleared his throat as Vinnie took Charlie’s firefly pendant “You're right. Let's move” She frowned before The trio continues moving forward as they reach a staircase

They descend it and reach the door Vinnie pointed out earlier. Dante opens it, Dante holds the door open as Karma and Vinnie enter. He shuts it as the other two push some nearby lockers to block the door together. Vinnie bends over in pain

They begin walking through a warehouse, with Vinnie leading the way As they walk outside of the warehouse, the QZ's public announcement system goes off “Attention. Curfew is now in full effect. Anyone caught outside without proper authorization will be arrested and prosecuted”

“Shit. We need to hurry” Karma muttered while They cross the alley and into the next building “The hell are we smugglin'?” Dante asked “I'll show you” Vinnie replied leading them up the staircase and into a kitchen

She approaches the door inside and unlocks it. She attempts to open it and turns to face Dante “Dante, gimme a hand with this” Dante approaches the door and goes to help Vinnie open it As Dante helps Vinnie open the door, she stumbles to the floor upon entrance, still pressing against her wound

Dante comes in, Karma following “Whoa, whoa, whoa… Come on now, get on up” Dante said bending down to help Vinnie “Get the fuck away from her!” A voice demanded dashing out from the side with a switchblade

“Hey, hey, hey!” Karma shouted grabbing the person’s wrist and her eyes going slightly wide seeing it was a kid “Let him go…” Vinnie demanded as the kid yanks his arm away from Karma's grip

“You're recruitin' kind of young, aren't ya?” Dante asked helping Vinnie stand up and have her lean up against the wall “He's not one of mine- Well he is, But he isnt a firefly” Vinnie replied “Shit! What happened?” The kid exclaimed

He rushed over to Vinnie and looked at her wound “Don't worry, this is fixable. I got us help” Vinnie told him causing him to look at Dante, Karma, and then back at Vinnie “But I can't come with you” Vinnie added

“Well then I'm staying” The kid said “Gram, we won't get another shot at this” Vinnie muttered “Hey-” Dante cleared his throat “We're smuggling him?” He asked pointing at Gram “There's a crew of Fireflies that will meet you at the capitol building” Vinnie explained

“That's not exactly close” Karma scoffed “You're capable. You hand him off, come back, the weapon are yours. Double what Lenore sold me” Vinnie replied “Speaking of which, where are they?” Karma tilted her head

“Back in our camp” Vinnie sighed “We're not smuggling shit until I see them” Karma told her to which Vinnie nodded “You'll follow me. You can verify the weapons, I can get patched up” Vinnie paused

“But he's not crossing into that part of town” She pointed at Gram “I want Dante to watch over him” She added causing both Gram and Dante to speak up “Whoa, whoa. I don't think that's the best idea” “Bullshit! I'm not going with him!”

“Gram…” Vinnie grumbled “How do you know them?” Gram mumbled “I was close with one of his kids, Sora. Said if I was ever in a jam, I could rely on him” Vinnie said “Was that before or after he left your little militia group?” Dante scoffed

“He left you too” Vinnie glared “Look, just take the kid to the north tunnel and wait for me there” Karma told Dante “Jesus Christ” Dante groaned “He's just cargo, Dante” Karma shrugged “Mom…” Gram frowned looking at Vinnie “No more talking. You'll be fine” Vinnie reassured him while she strained to fully stand “Now go with him” She said

“Don't take long” Dante told Karma before he turned to Gram “And you, stay close” He added

Vinnie watches Gram as he leaves with Dante. She exhales and rests back on the counter next to her…

-

Dante and Gram left and were now in the parking lot “Whoa… I heard all the shooting, but… What happened?” Gram asked looking at the bodies but Dante grabbed his shoulders and turned him away from the bodies

“The Fireflies. Same thing's gonna happen to us if we don't get off the street” Dante replied “You're the pro. I'm just following you…” Gram mumbled, The pair continues forward and walks down a staircase

Dante leads Gram down another staircase to the right “Down here” They pass through a tunnel and emerge ahead, Dante in front “C'mon, keep up” As they move forward, two more military trucks drive down the road to their left

They turn into an alley to the right and enter a courtyard “Where are we going?” Gram asked “Up there” Dante said pointing to a staircase attached to a building, too high to reach “That'll get us to the north tunnel” He added

“‘How are we supposed to reach that?” Gram blinked “Just gimme a minute” Dante grumbled

Dante looks around and finds a dumpster in the nearby room, He pushes it against the platform, allowing them to climb up onto the stairs. Dante climbs up first and ascends the stairs, Gram follows

They enter the building “This tunnel. You use it to smuggle things?” Gram quesontied as They start walking down the immediate hallway “Yep” “Like illegal things?” “Sometimes” “You ever smuggle a kid before?”

“No. That's a first” Dante paused “You talk a lot for twelve year old” He replied bluntly”I'm fourteen and your rude” Gram told him “Yep…” Dante mumbled “So, Vinnie’s your mom?” He asked and Gram nodded

“Where’s your dad? Or other parent?” He added but Gram didnt reply for a moment “I had another mom but she died…” He told him “And instead of just staying in school, you decide to run off and join the Fireflies, is that it?” Dante joked trying to lightened the mood

“Look, I'm not supposed to tell you why you're smuggling me if that's what you're getting at” Gram grumbled “You wanna know the best thing about my job? I don't gotta know why. To be honest with you, I could give two shits about what you're up to” Dante said

“Well great” “Good”

At the end of the hallway, they ascend a staircase into another hallway. Dante approaches the last door on the right and goes to open it. He opens the door and enters the room. Gram stands behind him “This is it”

Gram enters the room, and Dante closes the door behind her. He walks up to a sofa couch, dusting it off and fixing the pillow then He lays on the sofa and closes his eyes “What are you doing?” Gram asked

“Killing time” Dante muttered “Well, what am I supposed to do?” Gram replied “I am sure you will figure that out” Dante said as Gram Looks around the room and walks past Dante, looking at him and shaking his head “Your braclet is broken” He told him

Dante’s hand moved to the bracelet and fidgeted with it while he fell asleep…

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[furioustimetravelartisan]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58020970

Part 3 under the cut

Home Again

Today was the day. It would mean either freedom or more subduction. Possibly death. Steven was nervously fingering the chain around his neck as he looked at his outfit for the day. He hated it.

~~~~

Logan and Wade were getting into their costumes. Wade was deliberately not looking at Logan as he did. Logan was just too fuckin hot when he was only half in his suit and if Wade saw him half dressed he'd definitely jump his bones which no one had time for.

He could tell Logan was still nervous. "Hey, it's gonna be ok peanut, you know that right?" He said finally looking at Logan, who thankfully had his suit fully on. He didn't look convinced.

"Wade," Logan said looking at Wade's beautifully, to him, scarred face, "I've been looking into this Peterson guy, he's been tied to some shady shit. He had ties to Ajax and Weapon X."

"I know Peanut," Wade grabbed silencers for his pistols as he spoke, "that's why, if I get the chance, I'm gonna kill the fucker." The shiny silver was a nice contrast against the shiny gold. 

"That may not be the best idea bub, but it's not like I can blame you."

~~~~

They were standing by the door at the exact time Steve had told them to be by the door at. It was another 10 minutes before the door opened. But that wasn't Steven. 

The woman was wearing a sparkly black floor-length dress with a high slit that showed off a lot of leg. The neckline was a deep v showing off a lot of cleavage. Her sleek brown hair fell halfway down her back. She had a chain with a tiny padlock on it around her neck.

"Holy boobies," Wade whispered to himself.

The woman was about to to speak when they hears a man's voice. "Shit hide," she said, panicked and pointing to some bushes.

They had just hidden when Senator Peterson came out. "Sarah dear you know I don't like it when you wander off," the man said watching her like a hawk.

"I'm sorry sir. I just wanted a smoke, the crowd makes me so nervous." She tried to justify why she was outside. He huffed and scrunched up his nose in disgust.

"Ugh fine. But the minute you finish you better get rid of the stench and get back to me right away," he said holding her chin to make sure she couldn't turn her face away before he turned on his heel and walked back into the house.

Sarah's shoulders relaxed with relief. "Stupid prick didn't even notice I don't have fucking pockets," She mumbled before turning back to the bushes, "you guys can come out now."

Wade popped up like a jack-in-the-box while Logan took a little longer to stand.

"Steven?" Wade asked in a whisper and the brunette nodded.

"Well it seems I've bought myself some time so off this comes," he said gingerly removing the wig. It always played havoc with his sensory issues.

"Okay then. I guess we better get on with it," Logan said, "I'm guessing since you got yourself some time you wanna come with us?" He asked the now bald guy in a very itchy dress.

"Oh hell yeah," He said while pulling off his heels, "c'mon it's this way." He said jogging off holding his heels and the end of his dress in one hand while carrying the wig in the other. He quietly padded through the winding halls.

"So why didn't you try this yourself?" Wade whispered.

Steven stopped dead hushing him, there were guards ahead. He quickly placed his shoes on the ground and slipped them on and put his wig back on making sure it looked a bit messy. "I'll distract them."

He walked forward towards the guards blabbering on about falling and looking for a hair brush while Wade sneaked up behind both the guards and banged their heads together knocking them both out. As soon as they were down the wig was back off. Logan walked over, he didn't feel particularly helpful at the moment but like hell was he gonna let Wade go by himself.

"We can't be far now." He grumbled looking towards Steven. 

"Nah it's five doors down," he said and then turned to wade, "And to answer your question, I can't crack a safe."

"Fair enough." He muttered.

Logan decided to lead the way past the final five doors. He pointed to a door and Steven nodded. Logan pushed the door open and was greeted with a very over the top ostentatious room. It was full of art and guilded gold.

Steven ran in and oppened a hinged painting to reveal the safe. He turned his head towards his companions, "we gotta hurry. Peterson has got to be suspicious by now."

Wade slid over the desk, knocking off all the useless crap that was placed on top, and came over to look at the safe. He pulled out a long skinny tube with a green light bulb at the end. He pressed a button and it extended and made a whirring noise, "damn its a deadlock." He said as he flung the tube over his shoulder.

Steven looked over to Logan who was pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing heavily. "Did you seriously bring a sonic screwdriver just to make that joke?"

"Yup!" Wade sounded proud of himself.

"Uh guys I don't think we have time for this," Steven said peeking out the door.

"Alright alright I'm doing it." Wade stated as he started to crack the safe.

There were footsteps outside the door coming closer and closer.

Steven had started holding the door shut when the safe finally opened.

His eyes widened when he heard the sound. He ran towards the safe abandoning the door which Logan took over holding shut as someone started banging on the door. Steven's eyes were wide. "Shit gimmie the key. Where the fuck is the key." He muttered handing papers and jewellery boxes towards Wade.

"Could it be in one of those boxes?"  Logan suggested which prompted Steven to start opening each box, grumbling when it was just a gem instead of the tiny silver key he was looking for.

"Hey wait is this it?" Wade asked after opening the smallest box. Inside the box was the smallest key Wade had ever seen.  Steven fumbled to grab it trying desperately to unlock the padlock from the chain on his neck.

The door was starting to splinter as the wood was failing to withstand the punishment it was being subjected to.

"Here I'll do it. You can't see what you're doing," Wade said grabbing the key and unlocking the padlock.

There was a bang from a gun and then a poof of pale blue smoke as Steven disappeared. The bullet hit Wade's leg.

[rage-against-the-machine]

self-care

A Loki Laufeson X Y/N fic.

pov: Y/n catches Loki trying to tame the mane that is his hair and convinces him to do a full-on self-care night. 3rd person, Y/n uses she/her pronouns

Warnings: cursing, brief mentions of sex

"Loki?" Y/n yells from her newly made bed. She wriggled under the covers waiting for her lover to await through the door. No response, she wasn't worried, Loki did this a lot. She reluctantly climbed out of bed and sat down next to the door.

"Lokiiii" she whined while softly tapping on the door.

"Shit" Loki cursed under his breath from the other side of the door.

"What's going on love?" Y/n says softly while playing with the doorknob.

"Go away," he hissed bitterly, Y/n knows this mood, he's frustrated.

"C'mon I can help you out if you let me in," Y/n says. after a long pause, she hears the door click open and jumps up in excitement.

"Hi, baby- Oh!" Y/n says, already in the bathroom with him as he hunches over the sink with a hairbrush. Y/n makes her way around the ashamed god in front of her and gives him a kiss on the head.

"Love why didn't you ask me for help?" she says. she didn't get a response as she expected. Y/n moved him over and looked in the cabinet beneath the sink for some supplies, she took out 3 different types of hairbrushes, conditioner, shampoo, and detangler.

"Isn't that a bit much," Loki said as if he was afraid of the products. Y/n giggled.

"No this is great. you ready for your first ever self-care sesh with your amazing girlfriend?" Y/n said while smiling at the embarrassed messy god.

"I am a god I don't believe I need to do-" Y/n cut him off with a kiss immediately changing his mind. Once she pulled away he almost instantly said yes, earning him a kiss on the cheek. after a couple minutes she had brought in a chair and some more supplies, she put him in the chair in front of the mirror and took a good look at his hair.

"Wow. did you just try to brush this??" she asked with a hint of playful judgment in her voice.

"Y-yes" Loki winced as he said it.

"You know you have curly hair right?" she said.

"Yea" he responded

"Well" she began, "I don't know if Odin or Frigga taught you this because it seems like neither of them has curly hair, but you can't just brush it out, or else it gets frizzy like this."

"Oh," Loki says, feeling stupid.

Y/n sensed this and said "Don't worry babe I'll teach you everything and that'll never be an issue again ok?" he nodded in response.

and with that, she got to work detangling and brushing out his hair and starting over and detangling again. at one point she had to wash his hair in the sink with her special shampoo and conditioner for curly hair, after a grueling hour the mane was finally detangled fully.

"Alright! What'd you think?" Y/n says, wiping off sweat from her forehead.

"I think.." he began while standing up. suddenly he pulled Y/n in for a deep and passionate kiss, his hands settling on her hips and hers settling on his chest. He reluctantly pulled away "I think I am so grateful to have such an amazing girlfriend"

they both blushed like two idiotic middle schoolers. after finishing cleaning up and a brief skincare sesh they were settled in bed.

"Holy shit it's 2 am!" Y/n said, not realizing how the time flew by.

"Well we've been up later," Loki said with a smug look on his face.

"Lokiii" Y/n whined while playfully hitting him.

They laid there together for a minute, thinking about one another.

"thank you for this Y/n my darling," Loki said, breaking the silence.

"Of course silly," Y/n said while turning to face him.

"no really," Loki began, "I never... I haven't had someone like this in my life... ever. My mother was incredible but she never took care of me and my father... well you know." He looked at Y/n with pure love In his eyes, gratefulness and love washing over him, he held you close.

"I love you Loki," you said.

"I love you too Y/n" He said while placing a kiss on your head. you both drifted asleep with each other in your arms.

happily ever after

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Hey! I'm M and this is my first fic, lmk if you like it! :)

[mischief-lies-and-stories]

Reacting to Contemporary Comics (Without Context) 8/?

Had to reread my reactions to issue 4 to refresh my memory of where we left off and holy shit y'all here we go!

Spoilers for Asgardians of the Galaxy 4, 5, and possibly any comics I've mentioned before

Listen, I know that he wants to cause mayhem at some point, but the fact that even this version of Loki went to Thor when he found out Nebula was going to Earth, that he tries to negotiate with her when he finds that she's already gotten to Thor, makes me so fuckin' feral.

Neb, c'mon, a villain monologue? You're better than that. Don't show Loki your entire hand; he'll use it against you in 2 pages, even as a child illusion. Hell, blindfold him and tie both hands behind his back, and he'll still outwit you. At least to get himself and Thor out of there.

Okay Angela's acknowledging kinship with Loki, cool

I started this comic feeling things about the Loki-Thor siblings vibes, but I didn't expect to get Angela-Thor siblings vibes.

I have no idea what is happening. Not a fucking clue.

Oookay. So in the context of real Loki's timeline, this is after Thor has found out AoA Loki killed Kid Loki and took his place. He's still pissed with him. I think this is before or concurrent with ego death.

Angela's GAY?! Is every Asgardian queer except Odin and Thor?? (I have my personal opinions on Thor that I'll keep to myself, but canonically speaking)

[averysmolbear]

9! 12! 14!

Thank you so much! Gonna have me out here making my brain do some serious creative work and I can’t wait to see how it turns out! Since there wasn’t anyone specified to go with the prompts, I’m going to write for each ship. I’ll give each one a prompt! And I am so sorry that it took me a million years to finally get to this. You probably forgot you even sent this ask in the first place!

And since it has been ages, here is the prompt list that the ask originally came from!

So yes, this is just all selfship stuff. And yes, it's about established relationships. And yes, that also means that there's quite possibly pet names being used and things of that nature in this. And it's long since it's about 3 separate selfships.

9. Write about your ship getting dressed up in fancy outfits together. — Tessigami

Kunigami was complaining for what felt like the hundredth time about having to put on a tuxedo for this event. It was a big night for him though as he receiving an award for some charity work he had been doing over the last year.

When he had told me about it I had been so proud of him but Kunigami had just commented that at least it meant he would get to see me all dressed up for him because there was no way that he was attending without me.

When the day arrived, I had forced my boyfriend into a spa day with me which had concluded with a couple's massage. The point had been to relax the pro footballer before that evening's event but it must not have worked because by the time we had to get ready, well, he seemed to be wound tighter than he had been that morning after his early morning workout.

Kunigami was waiting in the living room of our shared home, grumbling under his breath as he tugged on the bowtie he wore. Finally he called out to me as I finished getting ready in our bedroom.

"C'mon, Tess. What's taking you so long?"

I could hear the way he was whining softly and I laughed as I smoothed my hands down the front of the silvery blue dress I had picked out for the occasion. I took one last look in the mirror before I called out to him over my shoulder. "Someone needs to learn some patience."

"You want to see impatient? Keep making me wait and I'll show you ... holy shit."

I laughed as I saw Kunigami's jaw drop as I stepped out of the bedroom, the strappy heels meant to go with my dress dangling from my fingers. "You'll show me what now? I don't think I heard you."

He stepped closer, his auburn eyes shining as he wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me off of my feet. He was smiling devilishly as he pulled me in close. "I think we should absolutely skip this event. There's clearly no reason for us to be ..."

I placed my index finger on his lips to quiet him, laughing when I saw his eyes widen as he looked at me now. "You're going to set me back on my feet. I'm going to put these ridiculous shoes on. Then we're going to go enjoy our night out."

Kunigami nodded slowly as he started to set me back on my feet again. "If you say so, beautiful." He kept his hands on my hips for the moment, not wanting to let me go right away.

"And if you behave yourself, I'll let you have your way with me once we get home."

That devilish smile was back on his lips as he nodded, leading me toward the door. "Let me help you with those shoes then so we can get going."

12. Write about your ship going somewhere new together for the first time. — Tesshiro

Taishiro was so nervous, his palm sweating a bit as he held my hand. I looked over at him with a soft smile, nudging him with my hip before squeezing his hand gently. We were on a little Tokyo trip together and Taishiro had promised that he had a surprise for me, a place that he had planned to take me that he knew I would enjoy.

We were standing in front of the Yumenoshima Tropical Greenhouse Dome with Taishiro looking down at me. His lips were in a tight smile as he awaited my reaction. I looked up at him, grinning. Seeing my excitement, he relaxed slightly. He let out a soft breath as I giggled softly.

"This is the surprise?"

Taishiro nodded with a shy smile. "Do you like it? I thought you might like it." The words came out in a bit of a rush, his cheeks flushing when I giggled at him. "Because of your quirk ..."

"Yeah, I figured." I started pulling him toward the entrance excitedly. "I've read about the place before. I've always wanted to come here."

"Oh yeah?" Taishiro's chest puffed up with pride. He had only decided on the greenhouse domes because he knew that I liked going to parks and botanical gardens. He also knew that I had never been there and neither had he. It seemed like a fun place for us to explore together.

"Mmhmm." I nodded, already digging through my bag so I could pay for our admission. I was already paying by the time Taishiro realized what was happening. I looked up to see him pouting down at me as I let out a soft sigh. "Don't give me that look. You ... you can buy us lunch afterwards. Or ... or buy me something in the gift shop."

Taishiro still looked a bit like a pouty child as we walked inside, hand in hand. "Fine, I guess."

I giggled and crooked my finger at him, getting him to lean down toward me. I kissed the corner of his mouth gently with a wide grin. "You're going to spoil me after this, aren't you?"

Taishiro's cheeks were dusted with a pale pink as he shrugged. "Probably. You deserve it." He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles softly. "I've got my phone all ready to take so many pictures of you too, cupcake."

It was my turn to blush now, my face a darker pink than his as I shyly tucked some hair behind my ear. "If you say so."

14. Write about your ship celebrating one of the members birthdays. — Tessirei

I blinked slowly as the scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. With a yawn and a stretch, I sat up in bed only to be greeted by Reiner. He was sitting at the foot of the bed with a tray on his lap and a soft smile on his face.

"It's not as good as your blueberry pancakes but I thought I'd bring you breakfast since it's your special day," he said as he turned to place the tray on my lap. "Happy birthday, angel."

A plate of scrambled eggs and bacon with a small bowl of strawberries and whipped cream are placed before me and I couldn't help but grin. I looked up at Reiner and crook my finger. Bashfully, he leaned in closer so I could softly kiss him in thanks.

"Please tell me the kitchen isn't a mess," I teased before picking up my fork.

Reiner stole one of the strawberries and shook his head. "It's not. Well I still have to put the dishes in the dishwasher and take out the trash anyway," he said before taking a large bite out of the strawberry, nearly finishing it in one bite.

"Then I guess I need to eat fast."

"Please don't. I want you to enjoy your breakfast after all. When you're done, there's a gift waiting for you on the dresser." He stood up and with a cheeky grin, Reiner stole another strawberry. He left the bedroom as he hummed 'happy birthday', chuckling to himself.

I ate quickly, curiosity getting the better of me. I set the tray down at the foot of the bed and hurried over to dresser to find a long box wrapped in pastel blue wrapping paper. I opened it carefully to find a dress. I quickly changed and brought the tray into the kitchen where I found Reiner waiting.

"It fits perfectly." I grinned when Reiner looked up with a faint blush on his cheeks as he nodded his head. "Thank you, Rei."

He quickly took the tray from me and nodded to the table. "Let me get this stuff in the dishwasher and we can go."

I sat down with my brows furrowed slightly. "Go where exactly?"

Reiner had his back to me, working diligently on filling the dishwasher as he spoke. "So I was thinking we go to the natural history museum first. We can grab lunch at the little cafe in there. Then we can go to the botanical garden before we meet everyone for dinner at that Italian restaurant you like so much."

"Sounds like a long day."

Reiner turned around with a grin, holding out his hand for me. "Well when we get home, I promise to take my time with you. So are you ready, birthday girl?"

I slipped my hand in his with a wide smile, nodding as I feel Reiner lace his fingers with mine. "That sounds perfect."

[foxys-left-foot]

Look What You Made Me Do --- C.S. feat. T.H.

In which, Taylor takes things a bit too far in Chris's body.

Trigger warnings: mentions of death, violence, blood/gore mentions

Divider cred: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Chris groaned as he looked up the steps. His back was screaming in pain like hell. "Fuck it. I guess I'll sleep on the couch." He mumbled. He slowly made his way to the couch and laid down. He groaned again, this time in relief. As he went to close his eyes, a silhouette of a long-haired male stood before him.

"Fuck off, Taylor. I'd like to sleep tonight. And you just know that that thing will come after you if it sees you prowling around. Do you really want me to get maimed?" he asked, attempting to reason with the ghost.

Gradually, the silhouette materialized into a real person (minus the fact that he was still a ghost). Taylor whined, "C'mon, you know I don't care about it! That thing thinks it killed me. It's not gonna care. You don't annoy the shit out of him. I do,"

"My point exactly! What if it finds a way to expose us?"

"It'd have to expose itself, too; you know Dave's doing his best to keep it from the presses and his family. Besides, he doesn't remember shit when he comes to."

"Well, you're not possessing me, and that's final! Good night, Taylor!" With that, Chris slammed his head down on the pillow and closed his pretty little eyes. He started to snore, a clear indicator that he was asleep. Taylor floated to the kitchen to make sure that Pat wasn't awake. Nope. Everyone else was upstairs, so the coast was clear.

He knew Chris would be pissed in the morning, but he didn't give a rat's ass. He floated back to the couch and into the brunette's mouth. When he opened his eyes, they were brown instead of bright blue. "Fuck yeah!" he whispered, getting up off the couch.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Dave had been sleeping obliviously until the demon opened up its glassy eyes. It sniffed the air, sensing something was amiss. Someone was up. While he was trying to sleep. As far as he was concerned, Dave's body needed rest, and the person wasn't causing any ruckus. He grunted before closing his eyes again. However, he did not surrender control to his original host, just as a precaution.

Taylor grinned, happy to explore. He was making Chris levitate a few inches off the ground as he opened the screen door to the patio. "Freedom!" he cried, smiling from ear to ear. He laughed as he made his hands light up with fire. "Woo hoo!" he yelled, taking flight into the night sky.

He sighed contentedly, feeling the wind in his hair. "This is great...I wanna do it every night, man!" he exclaimed. The demon woke back up, sniffing the air. It trudged into the halls and stood still. It listened to the night and heard cries of joy. Loud cries of joy. Annoyingly loud cries of joy. It growled, hating the fact that a mortal was having fun at two in the morning, disturbing its slumber. How dare they.

It cracked its knuckles, storming outside. Each of its footsteps created loud THUDs as it made its way to the patio. There was a smell. The smell it knew too well: fire. But the grill was off. The fireplace was lifeless. So what was the source? It looked up at the sky, seeing only 'Chris', which was confusing.

As far as it knew, Chris was seldom a night owl, often complaining about how much sleep he did or didn't get. But lately, he'd been complaining about hearing things...seeing things --- that made him lose sleep. Then it clicked. This mortal must've had an alter ego or some shit, because this wasn't normal. And boy, was this demon used to irregularities --- though not to this degree.

It did the only thing it knew how: it used its surroundings to attack. Taylor was on his back, flying comfortably in the air, when a chair was chucked at him. "HOLY FUCK!" he swore a bit loudly, dodging just in time. When he looked down, he saw Dave....fucking laughing?? But the mouth that housed coffee-stained teeth and the faint smell of cigarettes was replaced by slightly yellowed fangs of terror.

"Fuckin' shit!" he cursed, landing down on the ground. "The fuck you want with me, asshole?" To this thing, that was Chris --- he had no idea who it really was. "BED. NOW." it growled out, clearly pissed. "And why should I listen to you? You don't scare me!" Taylor challenged.

Usually, people listened to everything Dave said. So why wasn't this mortal doing the same? It was unbelievable. The sheer nerve of this guy! "BECAUSE IF YOU DON'T....YOU GET FUCKING GUTTED." It grinned maliciously, folding its hands together. If there was one thing Hawkins knew best, it was to stand your ground. "Oh, okay. Sounds like fun. Why don't you try me, then?"

What happened next was a mystery. Somehow, he'd blacked out. Although he'd been blessed with pyrokinesis and super speed, he wasn't blessed with timing things quite right...or predicting other spirits' moves. He groaned, opening his eyes. It was broad daylight, despite the feeling that it seemed like it had been nighttime moments ago.

He winced and clenched his teeth in pain as he attempted to get up. Why couldn't he? He craned his neck to see what was bothering him so much. Giant gashes in the form of claw marks streaked across the back of his left leg. "Fuck!" That was only the beginning. His shirt was tattered, reduced to being on the verge of shredding completely. More claw marks were on his chest, though they weren't as deep as the ones on his leg. And his right arm...this thing seriously bit him??

"Fucking asshole!!" he yelled, attempting to get up again. He failed, only just then realizing where he was: the driveway, near the gate. He shakily grabbed Chris's phone from his pocket, deciding to call Nate.

"Hello?" Nate mumbled, still sleepy. Taylor cleared his throat, trying to sound as close to Chris as possible, "Hey, Nate, um...I'm in the driveway and I'm kinda hurt. Could you come like...pick me up? I can't even walk, man. It's serious." A pause. "Hello?" No response. Instead, the front door practically flew open as Nate rushed out. "OH JESUS CHRIST!" he yelled, turning to everyone else. "HE'S HURT...BAD! I NEED SOME HELP!!"

Chris cried out as the alcohol was poured onto his arm wound. "Sorry." Pat apologized softly. "It will hurt, but that means it's working." He tried offering a comforting smile, though it was tinged with fear. Taylor, who'd surrendered control to the older man minutes before, reappeared.

"Who would do such a thing?" Pat thought aloud. "Why would they do this to you, Shifty?" He seemed genuinely heartbroken. It killed the spirit to see his friend in such a state. He realized how wrong it was for him to go out like that regardless of warnings.

"This demon did it. I just know it." Nate said, crossing his arms. "He's an asshole! Chris was probably just trying to sleep! Can it give us a break??" At that moment, Dave trudged down the stairs, half-awake. He grunted as some sort of greeting, unaware of the previous events; he was oblivious to the hate-filled glares of his peers.

As he poured himself coffee, Taylor watched with disdain. His host was brutally injured, nearly mauled by the frontman he thought he could trust. Chris gritted his teeth when more alcohol was applied to a different wound. He involuntarily shed a tear. The emotional and physical pains were getting to him.

"I hope you're happy, Dave! Thanks to you, we're down a man! And to think, just when we thought you had this under control! You nearly killed Chris! What's Josh gonna think when he sees this, mm?? He's gonna freak the fuck out and leave. You want that? I don't!" Nate snapped.

Dave looked up with a half-lidded stare, scoffing. "C'mon, he didn't lose a fucking limb! He's fine!" he shot back. "And why should I care about everyone else's opinions??" He kept going on and on, but Taylor tuned him out. Dave was being negligent to his friends' feelings and Chris's conditions.

His eyes blazed with rage, turning completely white. He balled his hands into fists, wishing he could punch Dave in the face right here and now. But he couldn't. He'd give himself away if he possessed his host now. Then a nasty idea popped up in his head.

The frontman needed a taste of his own medicine. But how? When? He knew --- he'd scratch him up, beat his ass to a bloody pulp...just like he did to him! To Shifty! Just to teach him a lesson. "Don't fuck with Taylor fucking Hawkins, bitch." He said before disappearing.

Chris cried in agony from not only the pain, but also from the betrayal. As the tears rolled down his face, he wished for revenge. Inside his head was the blonde, who whispered his idea. A sad smile poked at the corners of his face as he nodded. 'Sounds like a plan, buddy! I'm in!'

Later that night, Hawkins possessed his body. Granted, he didn't have all of his strength but had some. Some was better than none. He glided down the hall with an eerily delicate grace to Dave's room. He threw the door open, growling softly in frustration. '"Chris?? What the hell, dude?? I'm trying to sleep!!" The frontman whined.

"Listen here, pretty princess, I don't appreciate what you and Spooky did to me. You're gonna pay the fucking price!"

"W-what do you mean --- 'what I did to you'? And what do you mean by paying the p-price? Chris, what is going on with you??" Dave was backing away in fear, eventually booking it out of there. "Somebody fuckin help me!!" he yelled, turning the corners sharply as he ran. Taylor followed him, setting his own entire body ablaze.

Dave's screams echoed in the night, as he begged and pleaded for 'Chris' to stop. Suddenly, silence. Dave looked behind him, relieved that he lost his pursuer. But when he faced forward, the terrifying male hovered before him. "What're you doing, Chris? Why? Why??" he screamed.

"You nearly fucking mauled me to death, and you don't care!!" Taylor hissed, "You don't have this stupid thing under control! You're a selfish bastard, and I'm sick of it!" Despite Taylor being in control, Chris's voice was slipping through. "We can negotiate, man! C'mon, we've known eachih other for...gosh --- a good twenty years or so! We both have families, you get it! I'll let you take over lead guitar for a bit ---!" Dave began to offer, being cut off by a blast of fire aimed at him.

"SHUT UP!" Taylor snarled, steadily getting angrier and angrier. He didn't know why he was so angry all of a sudden. Things like this only mildly frustrated him. But his rage combined with Chris's and amplified itself into an uncontrollable force. His eyes went from white to brown on one side and blue on the other. He threw his friend into the table on the patio, his body weight causing the glass to shatter.

Dave groaned in pain, attempting to sit up. "Don't!" he tried to say, having to scramble to get up on his feet. He narrowly dodged the fireball thrown at him. Taylor briefly glitched through, his body replacing Christopher's. "TAYLOR??? THE FUCK??" The brunet screeched.

He picked up a larger shard of glass and tackled the frontman to the ground. Dave bravely fought back the best he could, but...even so, he couldn't prevent the deadly makeshift blade entering his chest. He sobbed as he got cut up and stabbed, tortured and tormented.

"What happened to the old Taylor? Why are you doing this??"

"I'm sorry, the old Taylor can't answer that right now,"

"Why?"

"Cuz he's dead!" He grinned, laughing afterwards. He picked up Dave one last time, taking him inside. "Eat shit." He wrapped his arms around his bloodied torso and lit himself ablaze again. "GAAAAAAHHHH!!!" Dave screamed as his skin burned. "How does it feel, huh?? To get fried alive?" The body switched back to Chris's as he spoke. He leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "What's worse is, nobody will ever believe you."

This was the end for sure. "T, I thought...I thought we had something, man.." Dave rasped, closing his eyes. He'd passed out from so much smoke and blood loss. As if someone had snapped their fingers, Taylor came down from his trance and surrendered control again.

A stampede practically flooded the halls as the rest of the band worriedly rushed downstairs. Chris was holding the unconscious frontman in his arms, eyes back to normal. He went pale, blood running cold. "No...no, no, NOOOO!!!" he wailed, tears practically flooding from his eyes. "Oh what have I done?? I just wanted to punch him or something...what the fuck did we do??"

Everyone stood there, the same shocked look of horror on their faces. "We need an ambulance now! Oh God, Dave, don't die! Don't die!" Chris sobbed, holding him close.

As the paramedics wheeled him in, Dave opened his eyelids. They were replaced with the black glassy look from the demon. It smiled devilishly, beginning to cut itself free from the restraints with its claws. Once it was newly patched up, it yanked the IV tubes from its arms and stood tall. "SO THAT'S THE GAME WE WANNA PLAY, EH HAWKINS?? BRING IT ON." It laughed as it stole its clothes back, slipped out the window, and floated to the ground. With that, it ran. The nurse panicked and frantically called for security to capture him.

"Come back here!" One of them yelled, in hot pursuit. "HA HA! YOU CAN'T CATCH ME, BECAUSE..." it stopped long enough to finish its sentence. "...I'M DAVE GROHL, MOTHERFUCKERS!" With a few short claps, he was gone. Vanished into thin air. It sighed in contempt when it arrived 'home.' "AND NOW, TO INVITE HIM BACK FOR MORE." It made sure to use some fresh blood from an innocent passerby, and began painting the wall with its fingers. When it was done, it signed it with a bloody handprint. It walked off to dispose of the body, laughing to itself.

Pat stood there in front of the living room wall, awestruck. He shakily walked up the stairs and knocked on Chris's door. When it opened to reveal the sleep-deprived man, Pat grabbed him by the shoulders. "There's a message for you in the living room, Shifty." he whimpered out.

Intrigued, Chris went to investigate. He gasped, mouth agape. "Taylor, the fuck have you gotten us into??" he asked. The specter appeared, just as surprised. "I dunno...but we'd better do something about it before it spirals outta control." he suggested.

They took the time to decipher it and take in the message. It read, in blood: YOUR MOVE, SHIFTY. DON'T BE A PUSSY. Both of them shuddered in fear, backing away. "We are fucking fucked." They said simultaneously. They pissed the demon off again, and were going to have to face off against it...again. Little did they know, their body had big, big plans and a big, big surprise in store. A large splotch of black appeared on Chris's mid-back area, but he was oblivious.

What mattered now was finding a way out of this...alive.

[aelfgiure]

"Yes, we know you've been out of the game for over thirty years," the harried Suit snaps at you, hustling you down the long, sterile hallway. "That's not why we needed to bring you here."

The Marines at the door eye you suspiciously while the suit keys in the code for the cell. The door fwooshes open, and the prisoner stands up - and grins.

They're your exact double.

Well, almost. They're in better shape, for starters, they've got some scars that you don't, but yeah, she's YOU.

"Talk to her. We need to know what the hell she's doing here, and you're the only one we knew who had a chance." Before you have a chance to protest, the door hisses shut and locks, leaving you alone with HER.

"Ah, hello," you begin, a little awkwardly. "What would you like me to call you?"

She saunters over, obviously amused. "You're what I could have been in this timeline? Damn, sister, what the hell happened here?"

You reach up and brush the hair out of her eyes, the same hair that gets all crazy tousled no matter what you do to tame it, and her smile becomes softer. More genuine.

"Let's have a seat. I'll tell you everything."

For the next two hours, that's what you do - you both compare notes on points where your world diverged, where your lives diverged. She admits, a little wistfully, that she never had time for marriage, a family. You confess that your terror of debt kept you from getting any higher degrees, and there were times when it felt like this whole 'responsible adult' thing was a grim trap.

You had already picked the locks on the handcuffs, knowing how the strain was hurting her shoulders. She had twined her hand with yours, remarking how she used to love holding hands, and you blushed, admitting that you still did, but it rarely happened anymore. Both of you are fascinated with each other, this odd encounter.

When the lights flicker and dim, her grin becomes feral. "Ah, good. The Minions are here. C'mon!"

When the door bursts open, she tosses you into the arms of a human tank, shouting "I'll explain later, but we gotta go!"

"HEY, fuck no!" you protest and struggle, but holy shit this guy is strong and in moments you're Elsewhere.

"Sorry. I need you here, this was the least painful way I could think of doing this. When you undid the handcuffs, that's when I knew I had the right one." She helps you to your feet, handling you gently.

"Bastion, have Russ bring in tea and ask Denny if he can be pulled from the lab for a bit. Priority Alpha, if that helps."

The huge man half bows. "On my way, ma'am." He has to duck to get through the door, you note absently.

"Hokay. So." She runs her hands through her hair, the same way you do when you're stressed, and you have to fight down nervous laughter.

"That bad, huh?" You quip, and she pokes you, the only spot you're ticklish.

She guides you to a comfy chair in this library-cum-parlor. "Yeah, actually, it is. So far we've managed to save about half the timelines. Just the three of us. Yours is... well, I'll be blunt. It's fucked. So, with the data available to us, me and my team and minions, you've only got months to rescue your friends there from an impending nuclear Armageddon. "

You sit there,stunned. Okay, you had been analyzing the world stage and its players, the global race toward fascism and totalitarianism. You'd expected ecosystem collapse followed by a nasty series of brutal resource wars, but nukes?

"Fuck." You sigh, shakily. "Okay, I've got a list. Once we grab them, what do we do next?"

Russ comes in with a tea cart, and smiles sympathetically. "Hey sis. Sorry we're meeting like this." You take the cup of tea he offers you in shaking hands, trying to steady yourself.

You realize that he's you, but how you'd look as a man, his grey eyes just like yours. Thinning hair, you notice, and give yourself a mental shake. Focus. Focus, damn it, you scold yourself. Time for panic later. He's still talking, it takes you a moment to understand what he said.

"After we gather up your friends, we do some brainstorming. Maybe we'll be able to save the rest of the timelines we don't live in."

Your are your normal, boring self. Today, however, you’ve been abducted by the government to interrogate a super villain from another dimension - Yourself!

[mediacinemtographyartetc]

Just watched MSM Spiderman

The disney+ one that so many people hated and thought was the worst spiderman. Well I liked it, it had lots of potential and sorry I tried Ultimate y'know the [BEST] one ever but I just...physically can't. but yeah I could write some reviews so heres a quickie.

Overall when I watched some episodes thought it was over hated and some plots made me go "Le Gasp PLOT TWIST!" And ended up enjoying the writing.

But then there were parts that were cringe the "It's obviously its made for kids hence why it's agony to watch part." Or when it went hard at some points like peter not telling Harry he's Spiderman because his dad has a vendetta and didn't want to be put in the position of having Harry use Spiderman only to capture him because he'll have to choose between his best friend or his dad and Peter thought Harry would never choose him.

As I'm limited with the spidey content I watched with only the raimi/andrew Peter/osborn stories this cartoon actualy conceputilsed harry and Peters friendship because other versions just never hit that close and their issues etc.

But I understand why some people dislike it. Sure I like it, but yeah first season as it kept going I thought "Ah...I get it now."

They introduced Miles Morales near the beggining. Then he ghosted.

Oh no something explosed they need spiderman! Miles was RIGHT there!

And then the story was like Miles is missing!

What a surprise, it's as if the writers just remembered they have a SPIDERMAN v2 in there!

And I got bored becuase most of it was just filler like yeah thats what the guy in charge wanted. [I had the same idea with Ben 10 Omniverse, I liked that show too and didn' understand the hate and when a friend said should he watched it I was like "Oh sure here a ten episodes and thats pretty much it." him: Isn't there a hundred episodes? Me: Ah...I see the problem now]

But GOD the potential, I mean sure the Superior Spiderman ep 1 maybe I'm not giving it a chance and should skip a few and try again [I probably won't those noses? ugly I can't just it looks like a toenail]

Like no I can't believe I live in a world where TOENAIL face is called superior over...

This face at least it looks like they HAVE a nose! jeez

Anyway moving on, I admit it got to the point where spiderman only started feeling like spider-man in the last two episodes when his quips were actually funny and I thought. Yeah I'll end it at Season one. Given that they brought in black cat, dropped. Miles Morales spiderman? Dropped until convinient, Gwen Stacy turned her into a bug. Sandman "I did this for my daughter angst." Her daughter : I'm a sand person too! No thanks to you, deadbeat dad! Le gasp plot twist Daughter KILLS sandman! Oh my god did they just do that holy cow and THEN The sysbiote jumps in holy shit-

Daughter/sandman episode gets dropped. Symbiote episode: Spider-Man: The symbiote is awesome strong powerful amazing! People: No spider-man its making you evil. Spider-man: Your right! I need help getting it off!

And this happens twice, like again could've pushed it a lot harder, it's like introducing a cool concept and then just tripping on their feet at the finish line. Like c'mon. And Otto octavious voice felt so cartoonishly evil it was hard to take seriously since it sounded like robin from teen titans go. [I know it's the same voice actor I'm just saying I hate western cartoons currently coz I'm like wow I grew up with darker and harder villians like SLADE from teen titans meanwhile current villains are as scary as kittens its physically painful]

Anyway, say what you will about MSM but I actually loved how Norman Osborn was almost using cancel culture to claim that Spider-man was part of a spider army and things would happen like the jackal confirming it and if Norman actually manipulated events to make public opinion and his own son hate Spider-man and have it spiralling out of control?

I thought that was cool, and actually intersting of Norman instead of being goblin first, or a two bit villain used image/lack of context and painted him in a bad light. I just thought it was cool and wished more versions did that.

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And the other things, love this episode with iron man [shut up I like the potential kay!]

This scene was cute like iron man is dealing with a threat is so used to lethal/suspicious/more dangerous foes. So seeing this nerdy fanboy just happy to see him? And then scans him to realise he's a kid? How he was first attacking then became impressed then even figured out his obvious identity [Peter can't lie for shit] and had some obvious interest that even Black Widow mentioned it? How they had a team up, and stark almost died because of his arc reactor - like ugh the angst and I wish there was more. Just more episodes like this...

But then the symbiote scene wish again, cool since it was anti-tech but then the whole song and dance AGAIN of, symbiote good no you're right get it off!

Like idk I think they could've yknow what forget it. I'm a 90's kid who is so used to DARKER stuff that when this series just shaves the tip of the iceberg I'm like OOHHH the potential!

Such a shame...anyway thats what fanfictions are for.

[the-ultimate-muses]

For some reason, all of Seto's recent attempts to "pay his dues" with members of the Kuzuryu Clan had ended with the men running away like frightened mice. Since it seems they didn't want his services that way, there was really only one other reason people kept him around.

Spotting the young yakuza heir, he ran over with a heavy bag over his shoulder, calling out, "Sparrow! Wanna see my latest haul?" He brought the bag to his front and opened it to reveal it was filled to the brim with priceless, perfectly cut jewels. "Pr-pretty sweet, right? I don't know how much the Kuzuryu Clan normally pulls in, b-b-but this should be good." (@nickelsdrocs Seto just needs that home security

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For some reason, Seto kept insisting he pay his dues by entertaining the members of the Kuzuryu clan, something that Fuyuhiko was taking great pains to make sure never happened. A threat here, a bullet there, and even a few words from his sister seemed to be working out pretty well, at least as far as he could tell. Sure, he couldn't keep a leash on everyone all the time, but he would do what he could to keep anyone from even thinking about laying a hand on Seto. He wouldn't be used like he was before, not while Fuyu still breathed.

Speaking of, Fuyu had just finished reminding one of the newer clan members that just because he was small and 'hardly more than a child', Fuyuhiko was not to be messed with unless they wanted...say...a shiny new bullet imbedded in their leg. Judging by the screaming as a few other guys carried the poor schmuck off to be patched up, it was a reminder well received. "Anyone else have something they wanna fucking say?" The question was, of course, met with resounding silence as the remaining onlookers hanging around the house scattered, it allowing Fuyu to startle at the sudden appearance of the thief without worry of being judged.

"Fucking- Don't do that." He didn't want to instinctively hurt Seto out of fear. "A-And, don't call me Sparrow, what the hell does that even mean?" Well, Shuichi was Bluejay, so clearly it was a nickname born out of...affection? No...certainly not.... Straitening his tie to give his hands something to do after pocketing his gun, Fuyu managed to push down his blush just in time for his attention to be brought to the bag of goodies Seto had brought in.

"Holy shit, where the fuck- Actually nevermind, I don't wanna know. But shit man, good job..." Unable to hide his genuine awe, the young heir plucked up one of the jewels to inspect, it being pocketed along with a few others a moment later for...reasons before he took the bag and hoisted it over his own shoulder. "I'll get you some cash after we drop these off at the vault, alright? Damn good haul, Seto." Said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, Fuyu knowing very well why the thief felt the need to do something like this in the first place. There was no stopping it, and it was better than the other ways he had tried to earn his keep. Fuyu would rather him steal then....

"C'mon, I got another job that needs doing, I'll tell you about on the way. Was going to save it for later, but since you're here now, there's no point in waiting." Ominous...but not exactly out of the ordinary in a household such as theirs. "How much do you know about the Togami family?" It was a rhetorical question of course, it wasn't like it was the first time Seto had screwed them over, and it sure as shit wouldn't be the last. "Job needs to be done by tonight, I need you to get me into their place and out without being seen, think you can handle that?" Said with a playful smirk, like Fuyu even had a single doubt they couldn't pull this off. It's what they were trained for, after all...

[hoodieofholland]

Prove you something // Mob!Tom Smut

Summary: you get jealous over a meeting Tom have with another woman without your knowledge, and he has to prove you something.

Pairing: mob!tom x reader

Word count: ~4.5K

Warnings: smut (18+), fingering (f.), oral (f.), language.

A/n: I’m a sucker for mob!Tom, judge me, but these last contents we’ve been receiving for the past month are the blame. here we go again, enjoy.

Masterlist

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As a mob, Tom had to deal with a lot of different people throughout his busy day. You were used to the meetings all the time, even when it was past afternoon, hiting the midnight. Patiently, you'd wait your turn to share some good time with your boyfriend, unless he wanted you to stay for the day, besides him, in the conference room.

Today was slightly different. Tom was held for hours in the conference room, talking business, while you distracted yourself with some other work. But by the time it was around 7p.m., you were bored enough to walk up the place, wanting to know when he'd be over.

Wearing your favorite pyjamas, you walked through the silent house, and just as approaching the conference room, you heard an unusual type of voice.

"Listen, Tom, I'm not here to discuss the shitty situation..."

It got your attention, made you stop in your tracks to hear better, all because it was a female voice. Normally, Tom would always meet with men, them being the mob leaders around London. Not a woman.

You tried to sneak around and see if there were another voice in the room, but as soon as you put your ear to the door's thick wood, Harrison came up behind your figure, making you jump.

"Holy shit!" You screamed in whispers. "Jesus, Harrison, you scared the hell out of me!"

Harrison didn't make any effort to cover his laughter, making you shush him.

"Sneaking around, uh?" He teased through laughters. "You know what Tom says about listening behind closed doors. Someday it might come back to you".

Trying to contain your madness, you cross your arms around your chest and snort. "It's meant for you guys, you idiot. He's not talking about his girlfriend".

"Are you really sure?", still holding his teasing smile, he tilts his head a little. Eyeing the door again, he pouted. "Why didn't he invite you tonight, then?"

"Said it was some small business and wouldn't take that long". You shrugged, though you knew it was bullshit. Tom had already been inside that fucking room for what seemed forever. It wasn't any small business talk, for what it matters.

"I can tell you that there's not small talking inside there" he pointed his chin in the room's direction. "Melissa is right there".

A little confused, but still not wanting to give your feelings away, you stay cool with your voice. "Who is Melissa?"

Harrison’s eyes narrowed and you can tell he had no idea you didn’t know about a single thing that was going on inside there.

“Melissa. The majoriest woman in this whole fucking city. She’s, like, the only female mobster leader in England”. The emphasis in his voice made you feel the message he wanted to deliver. You felt even somewhat a little weak, as if the weight of the presence of that woman could be sensed in your lungs.

Harrison quirked a brow, waiting for your answer, but you didn’t say nothing. Why was Tom lying to you? Why he didn’t want you to know that this woman was right inside the room with him?

“Is he alone there?” You questioned Haz, who shakes his head negatively.

“No, I was there a couple of minutes ago. Just grabbing a cup of tea”. He lifted the mug on his hand. “There’s also her guard or something. The chick is a bit... ugh”

You felt the weight again. “What the fuck does ugh means?!”

Harrison was about to explain, but seeing your exasperated reaction, he just smiled teasingly again. “I think someone is jealous”.

You puffed your cheeks out in frustration, wanting to tug on your hair, or maybe on Harrison’s.

“You’re being ridiculous” you tried your best to sound neutral about the fact that your boyfriend was inside a not very large room with a woman you didn’t know nothing about, but it was getting harder as Harrison seemed like having some fun torturing you.

“Don’t worry, y/n, that’s not what I meant” he chuckled softly and gave you a apologetic smile. “It’s just business, that’s all. You know Tom is far from being suspicious”.

You knew that very well, and if you were being honest, that was not your concern. That didn’t make you less jealous, though. Tom was the most faithful man you knew, not only with you, but with his mates. He could do anything for you and he surely had already proved that you’re the only woman in his life.

Anyways, the thought of that powerful woman inside the fucking room was driving you mad.

“I wanna go inside”, you stated, already turning on your heels. Harrison was quick to grab your wrist, trying to stop you from entering the room.

“Y/n, what the fuck, he doesn’t want to-“

But you were too fast. Yanking the door open, you hear a slight gasp coming from Harrison and the entire room goes silent.

The first thing you notice is Tom, who were crudely interrupted by you. He looked tense with the conversation, eyes heavy, shoulders rigid. His elbow was supported by the large desk in front of his chair, while he seemed to gesticulate with his hand whilst talking to the woman, Melissa. His gaze was directed on you, a questioning look on his features, which didn’t softened like it always did when he talked to you.

“Sorry, I told her-“ Harrison was quick to say, but Tom interrupted him.

“What took you so long?” Ignoring your presence, without changing a single word with you, Tom averted his eyes to Harrison, who came out behind you and sat back at his chair.

“She wanted to come” he answered quietly, unsure of what to say.

Tom looked at you once more, face serious, as he seemed to calculate what say next.

“Why don’t you go wait in the living room, y/n?”

You open your mouth, just to close it again immediately. You didn’t recognize the way Tom was talking to you, almost harshly.

"What, Thomas? You don't enjoy a good woman's company? C'mon, let the girl sit with us" Melissa, who you just had the worry to look at said, putting her long polished nails over her chin. She eyed you up and down before speaking again. "What a beautiful girl you have, by the way. You didn't tell me she was all of that".

Tom closed his eyes briefly, jaw clenching, as he sighed heavily in frustration. You knew he was getting mad, and though you still didn't know why, you made up your mind.

"I'm fine, gonna wait in the room. Sorry for-"

"It's alright", he shook his head and looked back to Melissa. "It was good talking to you, but I need time to figure it out before we decide anything", Tom stood up from his chair and waited until the woman did the same. "I'm going to have a talk with my men and then I call you back".

Melissa smiled, but you could see very clearly that it was nothing but a false smile. "I'll keep in touch".

Tom just nodded once and waited for Melissa to walk out of the room, guided by Harrison, who was equally tense as he made his way to the door. Before she exited the room, Melissa had an eye on you again, a tiny smile making its presence on her face.

You shivered, too aware of the dangerous and power Harrison told you she held, clear in the way she wasn't afraid to show she was staring at you.

When the doors were closed, you couldn't lift your gaze from the floor. However, it was possible to see Tom by the corner of your eyes and the way he was supporting both of his hands on the desk, staring so intently at you that you bet he could see your goosebumps.

"Now that you have my attention", he started, voice deep. "Won't you say what was so important that you couldn't wait 'til I was over?"

You didn't say anything, neither looked at him, frozen on your spot.

"I'm talking to you".

His stern act had you conflicted. He would always use it in bed with you, but never got so mad at something that you did. Something that you didn't even know what was all about.

"You were taking too long, so I wanted to see if everything was alright", you answered, keeping your voice loud and clear enough, not wanting to give him the impression that you were intimidated by his words.

Tom snorted. "That's bullshit. I've already been out until later than this and you stayed in our room".

You roll your eyes, voice cheating you as the irritation consumes your thoughts. "Well, in these nights you weren't with a girl inside here".

Tom's face changed and a brow arched as a trace of a smirk made its way to his face. You had lost your though posture and you knew it.

"Are you jealous?" He chuckles, incredulous, "Really?"

You snort, unfolding your arms. Looking relaxed is the last thing you seem to be able to do right now, but also you didn't want to sound so immature being jealous over nothing.

"No, I am not. I'm just mad that... that you didn't tell me who you were meeting with." You corrected him, though you were too aware it was pretty much a lie. With an unwanted whine, you continue "And why you didn't let me in this time? You see, you just left a whole amount of suspicious things to my imagination."

Tom narrows his eyes, a mix of curiosity and confusion evident on his face.

"You don't actually believe it yourself, do you?" He questioned, a suspicious tone in his voice. A bit ashamed, you glanced down and nodded two times.

"I mean, Harrison just told me she's the biggest woman in London, or some shit like that" you shrugged involuntarily and felt tired, as you started to realise how silly you must be sounding.

It was pretty obvious to you that none of that should matter. Actually, it never did. Tom never turned his head to another woman but you, since you met. He never talked about any other girl than you, and you could tell he bragged about how much of a "lucky motherfucker" he was, as Harrison started complaining about Tom's random rambling just the other day.

Tom had done nothing but adored you since the first time he called you darling. And now you were overreacting because of a common meeting of his.

Tom sighed heavily and offered you his hand. Looking at it for one second, you reach for him, and he brings you closer. "That's probably my fault".

You tilt your head, not understanding his point. Tom sits down back on his chair e mention for you to take a seat on his thigh.

"Don't get me wrong, darling. I let you come to meetings only if I'm one hundred percent sure there's no harm on that. When I'm with friends, not my enemies" he caress two slender fingers through your cheek and you almost close your eyes in please, if it wasn't for his deep stare, full of concern and comprehension. "That woman is nothing but trouble for me and my men. She doesn't like us, I don't like her, but, apparently, one of my man messed up with one of her best one, so I was trying to settle everything down before one of us start a fucking fight about it. Obviously, she hates me and every single one of my mates, and that's why I didn't want you here today. My most important job is to keep you safe, y/n. I've already dragged you too far into this mess, I can't expose you even more."

By the look in his eyes, anyone could tell how Tom meant it. He worried about you and your protection had become a topic of discussions too much for your liking.

He shifts his position, making it more comfortable for you, hand resting in your cheek. His expression earned an even more stern look, almost in pain as he looked deeper in your eyes.

"Do you really think that you should worry about Melissa?" He asks, voice low and soft.

You didn't answer right away. Instead, you tugged at his white plain shirt's collar, breathing slowly as you tried to manifest more of your composure than before.

"A little" you confess, shrugging slightly as if it wasn't that big of a deal. But for Tom, it surely was.

"Darling... why would you be jealous over that woman?" The pad of his index finger touched in the slightest move your bottom lip, tracing delicate paths over it. "Why would you ever be jealous over any woman? You know I love you". He looked up once again, a brow arching as he seemed to doubt his own conviction. "Don't you know?"

You shake your head yes and bite your lip. "Of course I do".

"Then why did you have something in your imagination?"

You sigh quietly. "Yeah, it was silly", taking his free hand and in yours, you play with his fingers, trying to hide your embarrassment. "I'm sorry-"

"It's alright, love", he gives you a small yet sweet smile. "You see, I get jealous all the time. Much more than you do. Think it's fair enough".

You giggle. "Yes, you do. I hate that and did the same. Sorry".

Tom shakes his head and brings his face closer to yours, planting a soft kiss in the corner of your mouth. "What a silly little girl you are. How would you ever think I'd ever have eyes for another girl, when I've got the prettiest with me?"

You release a breathe, your grip at Tom's shirt stronger, pulling him closer. "You'd be really dumb if you did, yeah."

Tom smiles in your mouth and you do as well. "Guess I haven't been showing my girl how much I appreciate her properly lately" he whispers, heading his lips along your jaw, to chase a soft spot on your neck. "Tell me, love, would you like to feel it?" His low and seductive words sent a shiver right through your spine, making you release a quiet moan in anticipation.

"Do you want to feel how much I adore you?" He breaths in your neck, smelling your sweet scent, as carefully grabs your thighs to get you to straddle his lap. "How much I adore your pretty little moans and whines? Those wonderful sounds you make just for me?"

You nod yes, adjusting your position on Tom's lap, rubbing against his crotch on accident and feeling he grunt with the contact.

"Use your words, my love. Need to hear you". He insists, running both his hands to your ass, grabbing each cheek firmly. When you whine a timid 'yes', he smirks against your smooth skin. "Always so eager for me", with precise movements, he guides your hips to meet his, creating a perfect friction between both of you. You could feel his hard against your pulsing center, claiming for more.

Tom lets out a struggled sigh, as if he was holding himself back when feeling your center pressing against him. "See? Only you can make me this hard".

You gulp, trying to catch your breath as your hands make its way to his trousers, but Tom is quick to deny it and stop you. "No, pretty girl. As much as I'm aching to feel you right now, I need to prove you something" he smirks playfully. His right hand releases your bum and goes to your front, making a smooth path in his way to your breast. He put your hard nipples between two fingers, pulling it softly. You moan and move your hips over his lap. Tom's jaw tenses up. "Fuck, darling". He presses his hand firmly on your hip to settle you down, as you smile apologetic.

"Need you, Tom". You whine, arching your back so you were even closer to him.

"Yeah?" He smirks, hand going back to work, sliding inside your pyjamas' short. Tom's brows arch in surprise. "No panties?"

You bite your lip. "When I came down here, I was thinking that maybe we could do something. After you were done".

He chuckled a bit, his cocky smile showing off. "So you were planning on getting fucked in my office?" You only nod once, feeling your center pulse and your cheek heat up. "You dirty, dirty girl".

Tom reaches your pulsing core, a single digit sliding through your wet folds. "God, baby, you're so wet". You moan, letting your weight loose on top of Tom, whose strong arms could handle it. "I barely touched you".

"Stop teasing me, Tom" you claim, eyes closed, as you feel he was threatening to enter two fingers inside you, but collecting them all together again.

"Darling, I think you shouldn't have a word about anything today" he says calmly. "After all, you interrupted my meeting, messed my work up. All because you couldn't wait to get fucked. Do you think you were good, y/n?"

You swallow hard, voice trembling. "N-no".

Tom smiles satisfied. "Yes. Now, though you don't deserve any of that, I'm a man of my word, and I said I was going to show you what my girl is worth of". He gesticulates briefly and you have to take a few seconds to understand he wants you to get up.

You do so, waiting until he gets up too. Confused, you stare at him, who cups your face, kissing the tip of your nose.

"I want you to sit in my chair". He murmurs and you can't help the surprise in your face.

"Why's that?" You frown and he only gestures his head to the chair again. With no other choice, you find yourself doing as you were told.

It was a strange feeling, the soft material of his chair against the bare skin of your exposed leg, where your thin shorts couldn't reach. Strange, because nobody would ever sit on Tom's chair. It wasn't exactly a rule, but everyone did better than risking taking what was his, and that being the biggest and most imposing chair in the conference room, only he could sit there. And maybe that's what entertained him that moment, the sight of you in a place that held so much power as that chair.

It took a good few seconds for you to relax there, and Tom didn't take his eyes from you the whole time. Staring, he would lick his lips, arms crossed over his chest, making his muscular arms very visible for you.

"You know, you could do this. I can picture you sitting here, making demands", he says, as if he was deep in thoughts moments ago, approaching you with hungry eyes. He puts his hands over the chairs' arm rest and lean in you, smiling.

You feel your heart race and try to correct your breathing. "Really?" You arch a brow incredulously. "Don't think I could be so tough".

"You learn this with time, darling", he reassures you, "But I think we'd have to manage who'd be in charge from time to time. I can share it with you, but not give it all. Would you like that?" You knew that by this time he wasn't talking about the mob.

With a charming smile, Tom gets down on both knees and puts his hands in yours. "Yeah, I think", you say in a whisper, too concentrated in his actions to say otherwise or anything else.

"Mmm. You're such a delicate angel", he opens your legs slowly, grabbing the back of your knee to pull you in to him. You gasp in surprise, holding the arm rest to keep yourself steady. "I imagine how you'd look like taking control. Perfect, I know".

It was a sight to see, a powerful man like Tom on his knees, a position you never thought you'd see him at. He looked like he was at your mercy, under your control, just as if he was there to please you, though he still did take the command.

"Tom, please", you whine, not giving a care about sounding desperate anymore.

"Patient, my love. Wanna take my sweet time with you", he pats your leg so you can lift your hips to help him take off your shorts. "Cause that's what I appreciate doing with you. Take every single part of you, make you mine. Slowly". He brings you closer and you pant when he kisses the inner of your thigh, eyes never leaving yours. "Take care of my girl, as she deserves".

You feel yourself growing anxious as you tried to stay still when he brought his lips up to your core. "You smell so good, love. Can't wait to taste it". His lips make no hurry to reach your folds, hot breath hitting your aching center. He looks up at you, wicked smile, as his mouth hover you, teasing.

By this time, you’re already dripping, walls clenching around nothing for the expectation. Finally, you felt Tom's lips connecting with your pussy lips, skillful tongue smoothly licking your arousal, spreading it all over your core.

He put his tongue inside of you, tasting it, adoring the way you'd roll your eyes back with pleasure. "Sweet as fucking candy". He murmurs with his mouth against you, causing vibrations all over your cunt.

You moan when he flicks his tongue over your bud, and tug at his hair. The reaction comes right away and Tom moans against you, putting one of his fingers inside you, but not deep enough, waiting for you to adjust as your walls stretched deliciously. "Can feel you swallowing my finger, baby. You want me?”

"Tom", you whine, arching your back as Tom pushes his fingers deeper inside you. "Please. Gimme more".

"You want more, sweet girl?" Tom smirks, entering you as much as he could, adding a second finger to your pulsing core. You felt the cold of his silver ring against your hot skin, causing you to have goosebumps. Feeling you clench around him, Tom started fingering you, hands precisely moving to stuff you in the most raving way. He took his pace, fast enough to the sound of your wetness fill up the room.

He laps your bud once again, repeatedly, catching it between his lips once in a while and sucking, making you release a loud moan.

You tugged harder in his curls and that's when he realized you were close. "My beautiful girl is close? Can feel you clenching, baby."

You nod once, trying to catch your breath as your hips rock against his fingers. Tom took them out and you almost pulled his hair for that, but he soon replaced it with his firm tongue. "C'mon, darling, fuck yourself on my tongue".

You did so, not caring about your messed movements or your loud noises. Tom was right there, holding you hip down with one hand to keep you steady and stimulating your clit with his thumb with another. It was the most beautiful sight you could have and you were on the verge of your edge.

"You're- fuck, so fucking hot, Tom" you cry out, head falling back. "Shit! 'M close"

Tom started to fuck his tongue inside you again. Your toes curl, your belly burns and your heart couldn't beat faster. Tom grabbed the back of your legs and abruptly brought you closer to his face, keeping his tongue firm and thumb working on your bud. He replaced it with his two wet fingers for a moment, just to speak to you and coax your orgasm. “Look at you, baby, so, so beautiful when you’re coming. Fuck, wish they all could see what a pretty and dirty girl I’ve got right here, angel”.

You moan and Tom can tell you’re about to lose it, putting his tongue back to work. "That's it, love, cum on my tongue, make a sweet mess on my face".

You couldn't hold back anymore. Your whole body felt like sparkles, as you tightened your grip on Tom's hair, chest panting, muscles rigid, voice coming out as the loudest moan of your night. It’s all about you now, what you feel. Tom is right there, holding you, controlling your body squirming with his strong hands.

Tom helps you ride out your orgasm, tongue and fingers never leaving you. His noise bumped into your clit as he seemed to enjoy licking your juices, face still lost between your legs. But when you finally saw him again, you thought you could have another orgasm just from the look on his face.

"Fuck", you pant, still trying to catch your breath. "You're- you're all covered-"

Before you could even finish, Tom got up from his knees and took your face in between his hands, capturing your lips on his. The kiss was messy, clashing tongues and teeth, but it was all pleasure. You could taste yourself, take what Tom had left on his lips. It was sweet - a mix of both of you.

"You're a fucking mess right now" you tell him, a slight giggle coming out of your dry throat, wiping some of the wetness from his chin.

"I know", he smiles back at you, pecking your lips once more. He catches the fingers you used to clean his face and leads it to him mouth, sucking on them gently. "Proudly. Who else in this fucking world can have the pleasure of being a mess with your cum, eh?"

You shove his shoulders playfully and spin the chair. "Well, I think I could truly run things here. Feel very powerful now".

Tom puts his hand on the back of the chair to stop it from moving. "That's because you had me between your legs just a few seconds ago, love", he smirks "But I think we can manage that".

You get up from the chair and put your hands on the collar of his shirt, gripping it between your fingers. "Good", you look up at him, smiling devilishly. "First thing, though, I remember you were here to prove me something".

"Oh, darling" he chuckled darkly. "We surely are not finished yet".