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crybabykiko · 4 years ago

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Szn’s Creamings

Miya Osamu x Fem!Reader

Warnings: oof a lot sorry- eggnog(its delicious and you’re all just mean), corruption if you squint, clandestine sex I guess? Choking, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), nipple play, the Miya accent, improper use of Christmas decorations, bondage, unprotected sex(you should know to expect this from my writing by now), vaginal penetration, squirting, creampies/breeding, use of the word daddy like ONCE, cum eating, a dash of overstim for optimal flavor, ahegao (😌) aaaaand snowballing (aka spitting cum in someone’s mouth) swearing obviously ummmmm shit man idk anymore I’m 999% sure that’s it- good shit below da cut

Wc: 2.5k

A/N: Merry Christmas to those who celebrate, and a VERY Happy Holiday no matter your culture’s festivities! This is part of my collab with my lovely friends in The Sewer Server- @rat-suki ty anu for organizing it all! I’m love u. This fic was written in an eggnog & fireball induced blackout, and is singlehandedly fueled by lust for Osamu’s Dorito body and my love for Steak n’ Shake.

Cheese-on’s Greetings Collab mlist here 🎄🎁🐁

“This... is it?” He cocked an eyebrow at the concoction, the red and green sprinkles bleeding dye into the whipped cream, the sad cherry on top sunken into it.

“This is what you’ve been goin’ on about fer the last 3 weeks?”

This- was an eggnog milkshake. A wintertime classic, and a staple at the local diner in your hometown. Simple enough. It didn’t look like much- in fact, it honestly wasn't. But to you, this shitty, artificially-flavored diner milkshake encompassed all the joys of holiday magic into one tall, frosted glass. You could count the years you spent in this diner, knocking them back. You’ve grown of course, but the nostalgia always stays the same. Having Osamu come to your hometown for the holidays was a pretty big step in your relationship, sure, but including him in the milkshake tradition usually reserved for your best friend? That was even bigger.

“You haven’t even taken a sip, you ass,” you giggled, putting your own straw to your lips, reveling in the cool flavor that was coating your tongue. Pure sugar, just a hint of nutmeg and cinnamon- perfect as always. You pushed the glass over to him, urging him to try for himself. He took in a large drink, letting it rest before clicking his tongue a few times and looking over at your eyes- eyes that were aglow with anticipation and gingerbread men? No, that was just the reflection of the gaudy tinsel that adorned the booth you sat in.

“Soooo?”

“Not bad,” he sighed, pushing the glass back your way. Always anticlimactic.

“But I could definitely make one that’s better.”

“I’d like to see you try,” you shot back, narrowing your eyes at him.

One thing you knew he could never resist was a challenge. Grabbing his wallet, he slammed some bills on the table, whisking you away from the diner in 2 minutes flat, the milkshake an ever present memory, like that of the favorite Christmas gift from childhoods passed. You didn’t think he’d take it that seriously, but you also knew that Osamu took everything- especially food- seriously.

Even still, the drive back to your parents’ was a calm one, like every night adventure. The only difference was the bitter cold in the air, and the soft crooning of songs about Santa Claus on the radio. The only thing was- you just couldn’t stop pressing your thighs together….

“Put it away, sir.” you said jokingly, shifting your current position on the couch. Miracle on 34th Street shown on the small screen of the television as you flicked through what seemed like every Christmas movie ever made with the remote. The feeling of his cock starting to stiffen at your back told you everything you needed to know; that Osamu wasn’t interested in whether or not Santa Claus was real, or whatever the ‘true’ meaning of Christmas was- he was solely interested in the meaning of that which currently resided between your legs.

A sneaky had drifted under your shirt, breath hitching in your throat as his thick fingers rolled one of your nipples, the soft tugging leaving you mewling as the sensation traveled down to your now throbbing clit. You leaned into it for a split second, but you were bought back to reality by the sight of your family’s Christmas photos on the fireplace mantle. There was no way in hell you could get fucked in front of a photo of your grandmother. You swatted Osamu’s hand away.

“We can NOT do this right now-” your words fell on deaf ears as his hand snaked up your thigh, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake as he settled them right above your stomach, fiddling with the drawstrings of your shorts.

“My mom and dad are literally upstairs….” The words left your mouth faintly your body lurching toward him.

Again, you tried. A valiant attempt. It wasn’t a lie- they most certainly were upstairs, presumably fast asleep, as they had been up there for almost two hours now, leaving you and Osamu to watch a few corny Christmas movies- or so they thought. But he saw through your objections. Hearing the way your voice softened, seeing how your chest wavered as he got closer and closer to your face, he simply couldn’t contain himself.

“It’s not my fault ‘ya wanted to stay here,” he huffed, large hands seizing your own, pushing away their protests as he passed his thumb up and down your clothed slit. You bit your lip in an effort to silence the moan that was bubbling its way up and out of your mouth. You had started to become feverish, your own state of vulnerability apparent as Osamu used one arm to pin your wrists above your head, sending your lower half flailing and bucking up into his free hand as you whimpered desperately for his touch.

“You want it, don’t ya, little love?” Little love. The one pet name you could never resist. Almost like a switch, you moaned a particularly needy, not-so-hushed “hmmhm- yes, daddy,” that definitely would have blown your cover. Luckily, Osamu’s thick fingers worked their way into your mouth to silence you, your lips immediately wrapping around them and obediently sucking to heed his words.

“Just be s’quiet as possible,” his hushed tone came out in a low baritone. He pressed a finger to his lips, pointing another up toward the ceiling from the couch of your parents living room.

Keeping your arms restrained, your boyfriend’s free hand pushed past your layers of clothes, your saliva coated his fingers, providing just enough slickness to enter your hole with ease, gently curling against that soft spot right inside. You were so warm, so needy, easily molding into his touch as he watched your eyes widen within his. You fixed your mouth to open, but it hung there as his fingers worked, your cunt sucking them in manically.

“F-fuck,” you could barely manage that. “Please I-hmph- please…”

“Use yer words, little love,” he cooed, the tone of his voice was sickeningly slow as he teased you, slowing his fingers down. You bucked your hips in protest, pouting and wiggling underneath him to feel some form of friction.

“Stop Squirmin’.” His demeanor shifted immediately, darkening at your perceived disobedience. The hands that held your wrists met your throat, a half gasp escaping you as he gently squeezed, your face softening into a pout.

“I said- use yer words.”

“Please, please fuck me,” you squeaked. “F-fill me up.”

“Then we gotta find a way t’keep ya nice n’ still. Will you be good fer me?”

You nodded. You always were. Osamu’s ability to render you a compliant, malleable toy for him to fuck was astounding. You could spend the rest of your life being his obedient little thing without a care in the world or a complaint.

“I know ya will,” he pressed a kiss to your lips. “My little love’s always s’good…”

You knew you were in for it- but you didn’t expect this. It was a little different from your normal setup, but at the same time, the rush of excitement built in the pit of your stomach just as it did the first time ‘Samu ever bound you. It just so happened that there were some discarded lights nearby the Christmas tree. You could see the glimmer of an idea in his eyes as he plugged them in, smiling as the glow lit up his face. He looked at you on the couch and wiggled his eyebrows- as much as you wanted to laugh out loud, you weren’t in the position to be picky about your rigging tonight. You had to make do.

“It’s…. festive?” You could tell that even he was amused. But amusement aside, the desire that built between you, the stored tension of having not touched each other for almost two days now was clearly screaming to be addressed. His large hands made a bite in the wiring of the lights and they quickly found themselves around your wrists, the illumination beautiful, but also kind of blinding this close to your face. With a kiss to your lips, he moved from your wrists and down toward your torso, trailing an interesting track of holiday cheer into a harness around your chest and tying in your back. Your arms were bent forward at the elbow, snugly enough so that you could wiggle your fists, but your wrists were of no use.

Pushing you onto your knees, you felt the press of your boyfriend’s hand against your back as he repositioned your arms and elbows to place you on all fours. Cool air immediately hit the skin of your lower half as you felt him pull your bottoms off. You wriggled your hips in an effort to help, but instead your flesh was met with an aggressive strike. Managing to catch your discomfort in your throat, a lowered hiss bared through your gritted teeth, soon followed by a sharpened inhale as you felt the presence of him towering over you.

“Been thinking about the way those cute lips were wrapped around that straw all night,” he panted, palming his cock through his sweats. You could see how uncomfortably hard he was- it lit a fire in the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t wait to serve him, you couldn’t wait to feel the weight of his thick cock against your tongue- and stretching your pussy past it’s limits.

“I bet’cher sweet mouth wrapped around my cock would look even prettier, don’t ya think?”

His words hit at your core. Your mouth began to water in anticipation as he pulled himself out of his sweats, gently pumping before lining up at your mouth.

Delicately, your tongue swirled down the slit of the head, plush lips wrapping around the pink bulb. Osamu’s hands guided your head down the length, drool sliding out of your mouth and down your chin, where it dripped onto your chest, riddled with bright multicolored light. Slowly, he fucked himself with your throat, allowing you to adjust to his girth.

“Yep,” he exhaled deeply, hissing at how warm your mouth felt around him.

“Ev’n prettier.”

His motions sped up as he bobbed your head up and down, the slight saltiness of his precum going down easily, leaving you practically begging for a full load. You always craved him on your tongue- he tasted much better than any diner milkshake could. The soft gargling of his assault on your throat slowed to a stop as he pulled you off, leaving you gasping for air. Licking the drool from the corners of your lips, Osamu kissed you passionately before throwing your bound body onto the couch.

You clenched haphazardly around his cock as soon as he entered you, head flying forward with the force of his thrusts. His arm held you upright, parallel to his chest as his cock pistoned in and out of your hole.

“‘S-sa-ah!~ ‘Samu- ffuck!” Your eyes snapped shut as he fucked into you. His breathy grunts resounded deep in your ears, sending jolts of molten lust down your spine, chest heaving as you tried keeping your voices down. Your hot, wet cunt sucked him in deeper and deeper each time he entered you- your urge to milk him for everything he had was only made more apparent by it.

“I can feel you baby,” He purred into your ear. “So fucking wet.”

Osamu released you from his hold, letting you fall forward into the couch, one hand pushing your head into the cushions, the other roughly kneading at the flesh where your ass and hip met, digging his nails into the flesh as he began to carnally pound into your pussy. Each stroke hit your sweet spot with a ridiculously precise skill. Your muffled sobs echoed into the cushions of the couch as he drilled you, never once slowing the rate in which his hips snapped into yours. You wouldn’t be surprised if the smacking of his skin against yours woke your parents at this rate- you couldn’t be bothered to care with your orgasm this close to the horizon.

Somehow you managed to free a hand from your twinkling ties, immediately pushing it to your clit to rub it feverishly. The squelching started up shortly after, your ears beginning to ring as your throat squealed itself raw into the deep void beneath you. Osamu pulled you back by your hair, pressing his lips to your ear and clasping a hand to your mouth.

“Keep rubbing that pretty pussy, sweet girl, so fucking close to cumming fer me, aren’t ya?”

You could only whine in response. He softened the hand on your mouth, muffled words spilling out.

“I’m gonna cu-ah-cum! Please let me cum!”

“Hmmm? Gonna cum? Did I hear ya right, little love?” He knew what he was doing, egging you on like this.

You were mere milliseconds away from losing it, the edge pulling up to you so close that you could barely collect yourself as you began to feel yourself slip over it- eyes whiting out as Osamu gave you the go-ahead.

“Just let me c-” he finished your sentence for you.

“Cum.” It was a simple word, a simple command. But the way it hit your ears: the way the low growl tore through your body- you didn't stand a chance. The warm wetness of your release sprayed against his abs, trickling down your thighs and pooling into the upholstery. Your eyes crossed, face contorting further into lewd bliss as a scream tried to escape your mouth- but only silence hiccuped its way out.

“Good fucking girl- now take this, baby. Take it all…” God, he was the devil.

Fucking you through it- your boyfriend chased his own high, cock twitching inside as the vision of you wrapped in lights blurring into colorful stars as he spilled into you, his load coating your insides with a mass of sticky, soothing heat. You both collapsed into each other, bodies writhing as you caught your heavy breaths.

As he slipped out of you, Osamu lifted your hips to his mouth, sucking in the mixture of his and your own release, savoring it on his tongue. Your puffy, fucked-out cunt spasmed at the contact, the sensation overwhelming as you tugged at his steely grey locks, snapping his head back.

“Hmmph- s’too much ‘Samu!” Your thighs clamped together as soon as he released you.

Humming a soft apology, he moved up from your lower lips to the upper ones, pushing his tongue past them, spitting arousal across your tongue. You swallowed the mixture greedily, smiling against his lips. You could still feel ropes of cum pouring from your spamming hole and leaking onto your thighs.

“Whaddaya think?” The words were slurred against the skin at the crook of your neck while he peppered your skin with kisses.

“Delicious.” You looked at him with a smirk, mind still hazy as your body shook its way through a few more aftershocks.

“Told ya I could make a better milkshake.”

As he said it, laughter broke out between the two of you. Your chest struggled against the harness, as it was still pretty tight. Osamu unplugged the decorations, gently untying you as snow fell outside your living room window, the faint jingling of bells filling the room again as the tv light illuminated you both.

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cagedmenace · 3 months ago

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Sam's denial knows no bounds, huh? Too bad Lucifer doesn't exactly buy that, just waits for the cowering hunter to crack under the crushing weight of... Of what? Annoyance? Guilt? Doesn't even matter. Hey! The music is lit, so while Sam keeps acting like a defiant little child, his real or not so real company starts to -how do the kids nowadays say?- vibe. A little bit of dancing (shoulders wagging and hips swaying to every slow step he makes around Sam) after he slithers off the table's edge. Lucifer even sings along with medium effort to hit every tone; maybe more like blaring than anything else:

" Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste! I've been around for a long, long year, stole million man's soul and faith! "

That STOP Sam shouted in the meantime? Fell on deaf ears. It's when the hunter gets up and makes for the radio to toss and shatter it that Lucifer freezes mid-movement. His hands lower slowly, just a couple inches. Aaaaand applause! The loud clapping replaces that music now silenced and the archangel beams at the distraught target of his shenanigans. " Ha, there he is! Wakey, wakey, angry boy! " A laugh trails after that cheerful 'praise' ere Lucifer nears Sam and keeps his hands palm to palm as though in a prayer. No more clapping.

Fingertips tapping against his own chin he gleans the hunter's face as if with an artist's contemplation. Then sighs as if with relief. " So you were saying, Sammy...? " Slow-blinking with an attempt at puppy eyes, the archangel cants his head to one side. " I mean, I heard a low-key accusing 'you', but feel like the rest went missing. "

the corner of a weathered thumbnail starts to dig against the bend of his foot towards his shin. a subtle jester. barely noticable but a sensation that starts in a back and forth motion. a zig zag. back and forth. he dips his forehead down, lightly bouncing it off his bent knee. missing the way the demon mimics a doggy-paddle in his attempt to shut him out. drown the voice as it gets more and more real. harder and harder to deny. lips crack open in the dark hollow he's created resting there the way he is. staring down at his lap as a deep breath that jerks inside his chest rattles into his lungs.

"you don't know shit...," he murmurs back. but he knows lucifer does. lucifer's seen his soul laid out. every piece of what he's made of easily mapped inside that cage. kept for later. kept close for moments like this. make it stop. make it stop. CLOSE HIM OUT!

sam lifts his head when the motion and the nearness lucifer takes draws him in. they're face to face. unsure eyes watching a set that is unyielding. unrelenting in digging in deeper, deeper. flicking away the ever peeling away the layers of pretend sam's slathered onto his consciousness. onto his life. pretend what lucifer's saying is so far from the truth that it could never...get in.

"until i can---" make the best of it, sammy! embrace your dem---your devil. words cut off and replaced by lucifer. could swear a bolt of electricity zaps his entire frame (all it takes is a snap of the fingers? he's teetering.) both jittering hands shoot up to cover his ears as the music kicks in. "STOP," his voice comes out louder than he wanted. too loud. and he's scrambling onto his feet--about to race towards the radio. but--what's in him? that power he likes to imagine he's gotten control of. even rid of if he fakes it hard enough? proves that it's still very much there. very much not controlled. when it doesn't want to be. the radio shoots across the room, smashing to pieces against the wall. round eyes stare at the slivers of metal and plastic before his attention snaps back to his unwanted companion. "you..." where are his words now? there is none. only fearful, quick panting and a pair of wild, questioning eyes.

#safetypinned #this asshole

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stayarmytinyzenmoa-l · 2 years ago

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Limitless Podcast Transcript [S2E8]

TW: None. Notes: I’M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG Word Count: 2.0K

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Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

Release Date: August X, 2021 Episode Title: The Return of Vigilantes Run Time: 22:35 Minutes

Intro Song: Serenity - Azido 88, Summit One

Johnny: Everyone! Hello, hi, hey! Sorry for the radio silence on our end, good god, do we have things to share.

Mark: Yes! Oh god, buckle up everyone, buckle up! But, of course, housekeeping is in order, Shotaro, what's our view count at right now?

Shotaro: Maybe around four point nine thousand?

Mark: Yo! That's awesome! Wait, wait, wait, let me, like, let it sink in because this compared with what we're about to announce? Oh man, this episode is going to be awesome!

Johnny: Right on, and today is our first open camera episode too! Hi everyone!

Mark: Patreon benefits, guys.

Johnny: Crazy to know I'm actually on camera for once.

Shotaro: Everyone's glad that they can finally put voice to face.

Mark: Nice, sorry we took so long, we're a bit camera shy. But, we're trying this out, and we hope you guys aren't too harsh on us.

Johnny: I wore my nice shirt for this one...

Mark: Ew...

Johnny: Ahem, moving on, I'm sure everyone's already heard the news, but we're going to let you wait a little longer for our quick vigilante news flash. First up, the trial of the Stranger has begun and, at his request, it is a public trial. In other news, Tail has become active again working with the police force and has publically denounced the efforts of the Charlatan. Furthermore, the mayor of the city has continuously refused to comment on the status of vigilantes given the efforts by the Charlatan, aside from saying the generic things like to trust the police in their efforts. Finally, our previous guest Dr. Jung Jaehyun has been called in by the police department to aid in their efforts with both controlling the rogue vigilantes and dealing with the Charlatan.

Mark: And that's all on the catch-up! Onto the big topic.

Johnny: If you've been online, then you probably know what we're about to say, and if you're surprised by this then have you been living under a rock? The Internet has been turned on its head with this news!

Mark: That's right, that's right! Drum roll please!

Johnny: Aaaaand the Vigilantes are making a comeback!

Mark: The whole event in Grand Central Bank? Literally blew my mind! A team-up of not one, not two, but nine of the city's most well-known and, arguably, strongest vigilantes! Ah! I'm freaking out!

Johnny: This is huge news, and it looks like this is a permanent team up from their similar uniforms and all.

Mark: You heard that right, everyone. Just look up any article or any post online. The Mastermind, the Huntsman, the Broker, the Cypher, the Blackguard, the Shadow, the Cheshire, the Timekeeper, and the Ace of Spades. I can't think of a better grouping.

Johnny: I agree! Each member plays off of each other in a well-coordinated way, I mean, did you see those videos? They're all over Twitter! Not to mention the leaked CCTV of Cheshire and Spades, ugh, it was amazing.

Mark: Cheshire and Spades?! No, no, no, the true team-up was Spades and Blackguard! Now that was a blast to the past. The Aces and Aegis used to work together on a lot of runs so it was a little bittersweet to see them work together again.

Johnny: Aw, man, I was excited just looking at the videos. But everyone's sleeping on Shadow and Broker, the way Shadow just swept the floor was amazing!

Mark: Yeah, but did you see the video of that one guy who was running away from the scene? It's trending on TikTok right now, the Huntsman shot him from the top of the bank!

Johnny: Insanity, literal insanity. Ugh, and I heard that Jaehyun was at the scene too, I wonder if he got an up-close look at the action. The officers that were dispatched were surprisingly cooperative with the now unnamed team.

Mark: See, when I first heard about it, I was kind of afraid that it would just be a temporary team-up, but from the upgraded uniforms and that 'A' symbol, which by the way gave me literal goosebumps, I think it's safe to say that this group is going to be staying for a while. And if we take what Cypher said into account, I think this group might be very promising.

Johnny: Agreed, agreed. This group has declared an all-out war on the Charlatan, and I'm here to see it. The police haven't been making any progress on the Charlatan case, but I'm confident that this 'A' group will breakthrough.

Mark: You know, now that we're on the topic, I wonder what that 'A' stands for.

Johnny: Can I be honest?

Mark: I mean, yeah?

Johnny: I immediately thought about the Scarlet Letter.

Mark: Dude, that's foul!

Johnny: I mean, don't lie! You thought of it too! It's literally a scarlet letter. The only reason why I didn't scream 'adultery?!' when I first saw it is because I knew they were vigilantes.

Mark: What do you guys think? Tweet about it and tag us @/thelimitlesspodcast!

Johnny: Wow, way to plug.

Mark: Just had to, ya know?

Johnny: Speaking of plugs...

Mark: What's today's episode sponsorship, Johnny?

Johnny: Today's episode's sponsor is... ourselves! Woo! That's right, we've officially gotten three thousand Patreon subscribers! Thank you all so much, we couldn't have done it without you all. Your contributions really do help us out so much. If you're interested, you can go ahead and check out our [carrd] linked in both our Instagram and Twitter bios for links to our Patreon. We currently have three tiers. The first is only $5 a month and gives you access to all of our episode VODs. The second is $10 and gives you Discord benefits as well as Patreon exclusives that are listed there. The third is $15 and includes the first and second tiers alongside the ability to watch us live as we film these podcasts and, as you can tell, we recently started doing open camera lives! But if you can't join or if you don't want to then no problem! You giving us a follow and supporting us by listening to our podcast is plenty! So from our team to yours, thank you!

Mark: Aww... that's a sweet one! Thanks, guys, you make the Limitless Podcast possible!

Johnny: And now, back to our scheduled programming. The appearance of this 'A' team has caused a lot of uproar in certain sectors of the city. A lot of people in office are expressing their discomfort at the sudden appearance of this group, and to be fair, rightfully so.

Mark: True, especially Blackguard, they're wanted for first-degree murder so it is justified that a lot of people wouldn't want them to run around unhindered. And then for Huntsman and Shadow that goes too.

Johnny: I'm getting flashbacks to Jaehyun's Vigilante vs. Criminal spiel now...

Mark: Yeah, pretty much. As excited as I am to see a group like the 'A' group come together, it's pretty alarming to see them work together because in some ways they work too well together. A lot of people are concerned that if they work outside of the law who will regulate them? It's like we've gone full circle back to what started the Vigilante Ban in the first place.

Johnny: Right, people are afraid of the supposed neverending cycle of Vigilante vs. Villain. And that I understand, people could get caught in the crossfire of these people and there's nothing we can do about it. But, and this is true, especially in the case of those who have had mutations resulting from certain accidents, I think as long as there's goodwill involved, it can change a lot of things.

Mark: Yeah, that's how I usually see it too. I remember before the Ban that there were a few people pushing to extend the Good Samaritan laws to vigilantes, but that required recognizing Vigilante justice as an actual job and one that responds to emergencies.

(TN: For reference to those who live in areas without the Good Samaritan Law, it essentially states that protects emergency responders from lawsuits so long as the person they were trying to help was reasonably incapacitated or in harm's way (i.e. the patient is passed out or choking). As long as their intentions were to save that person and for no other reason, then if any further harm falls on the patient as a direct result of their interference the emergency responder would be legally protected from that. An example of this would be when someone's choking and an emergency responder had to perform the Heimlich maneuver on them, they will first ask if they're choking and if they can't respond and it's obvious they are choking then the Good Samaritan Law protects them. One way to prove "good intent" is to not receive any gifts/rewards/anything similar in return for the actions.)

Johnny: Oh yeah, I remember that. A lot of arguing went with it and eventually it was used to support the Vigilante Ban.

Mark: Exactly. But, the return of Vigilantes might yet be a shining light, it's too early to tell. What do you guys think? Tag us on Twitter. You all know the drill! Check our Twitter! Buy either us or Crys, our wonderful transcriber, a Kofi, if you want! We’d really appreciate it. And the first 100 questions on our CuriousCat will be answered, as per usual.

Johnny: That's all for now! Everyone take care! Bye!

Mark: Later!

(TN: I'm transcribing the next part since it's here and it was recorded during their livestream. But I don't think they were aware that they were still live.)

Johnny: And that's a wrap, good job everyone! Shotaro, how were things going on your end?

Shotaro: Pretty good, I deleted all the negative things and moderated the hell out of chat. But, there's a lot of alarming questions in chat earlier, or, well, really the whole time.

Johnny: Alarming in what way?

Shotaro: Did you guys listen to the last episode?

Johnny: The one about the Charlatan?

Shotaro: Uh, no, there was an episode after that, or there was supposed to be, but you guys didn't show up.

Johnny: And you guys filmed an episode?!

Shotaro: Yeah, everyone was already in the chat room, so Jungwoo took over and explained a lot of things. Not only were you guys just missing, but almost none of our equipment was working either aside from this monitor and the mics.

Jungwoo: I thought I texted you guys about it?

Johnny: Wait, really? Mark, pull it up.

Mark: Got it, got it...

[Previous episode plays in the back]

Johnny: Oh... oh no.

Mark: I'm sorry about that message, we'll fix that transmission, did Crys transcribe that?

Shotaro: Hold on, let me call her...

Mark: Why didn't she tell us?

Shotaro: She's not picking up, Johnny you try.

Johnny: Why me?!

Shotaro: I dunno, doesn't she have some gaga crush on you?

Johnny: She does?

Shotaro: Just call her, I'm freaking out! I haven't heard from her for two weeks!

Mark: Two weeks?!

Shotaro: Yeah?!

Johnny: She's not picking up. Mark, you try.

Mark: I already did. I... uh... shit, are we still live?

Shotaro: Uh, yes, yeah, sorry, let me end it.

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bigskydreaming · 4 years ago

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Okay, long time followers will probably remember having read this, but I can’t find the original post and I’m trying to like.....force-reboot/jumpstart me working on my ‘Kings of the Sky’ AU again because I haven’t touched it in awhile and I have like literally eight different installments in various stages of completion and that’s ridiculous even for me. So here’s a repost of the first part of “Teachable Moments” the canon-divergence point of that AU series, where Jason calls Dick for advice after the Garzonas case and everything changes from there.

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The way Jason Todd warily eyed the device in his hand, one might think it was an instrument of great and terrible destructive power, rather than just…his own personal cell-phone.

To be fair, he was Robin, and pretty used to the idea that even the most unlikely of things could be used for evil in Gotham. It could’ve been stolen and replaced at some point by a henchperson of Mr. Freeze, and using it could unleash some kind of cryogenic freeze ray that would turn him into a Robinsicle. Mad Hatter could be up to shit again, and dialing the phone at this very minute might mean syncing it up with a remote radio signal that would override his natural brainwaves and turn him into Tetch’s mindless minion of like…doom and stuff. Or…or…

Or sometimes, even in Gotham a phone is just a phone, and Freud is still a dumbass. And neither of the above possibilities had anything to do with why Jason was being a giant freaking pansy about entering the last digit of the phone number he would never ever admit to having had memorized for months now.

Nightwing had said to call if he ever needed to talk. He wouldn’t have done that if he didn’t actually want Jason to call, right? Like, its not as if Jason had remotely been expecting him to do that, so its not the sort of thing someone did just because it was ‘expected’ or shit. He was pretty sure. Rich people manners were weird though. Had to factor that in.

But Nightwing had also even made a point to say not talking to people about stuff was Bruce’s problem and that Jason shouldn’t let it be his problem too, and even though months ago Jason had been a starry-eyed dumbass who was totally drunk on the Bruce is the Bestest Kool-Aid or whatever, ‘Wing had definitely known what he was talking about there. So maybe he’d get it, and having this conversation with him wouldn’t be. Like. The actual worst idea in the history of ever.

Deductive logic said that Jason was getting worked up over nothing and there was no rational reason for him to be this nervous about dialing a fucking phone number. And he’d gotten pretty good at the whole deduction shit, given all the work he and Bruce had put into training his mind to view the world through entirely new paradigms, so Jason was pretty sure his math on that checked out. But on the other hand, Bruce was a hypocritical asshat that Jason was currently not speaking to, so what the fuck did he know about anything?

Aaaaand he was back to square one. Well damn. This was excellent. Very productive. Good hustle out there, Jay.

Sighing gustily, Jason flopped back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling and trying to pretend he hadn’t gotten used to how luxurious and cushion-y his ridiculously expensive mattress was. He’d gotten soft, he told himself. Then he scoffed at the idea that the past year and a half of rigorous Robin training and patrols had made him less tough than the pipsqueak he’d been back when living on the street, getting his ass kicked by bigger and badder on the regular. That hadn’t been hardness, that had been bravado.

But it had gotten him this far in life, so maybe there was something to be said for it after all?

Ugh. Decisions were hard. He objected on principle. He also really wanted to understand why he was this nervous…if he could literally fill the guy’s shoes and kick supervillain ass as Robin, what freaking sense did it make that he couldn’t even call him up on the phone?

Maybe you just know better than to ask him questions you don’t really want to hear his answer to, a smug voice said in the back of his mind. It sounded suspiciously like Willis Todd, which was all kinds of weird and fucked up, cuz Jason was damn sure his abusive a-hole of a deadbeat dad had never said anything that insightful in his life.

Which meant it was his own screwed up subconscious - presenting in the voice of his not so dearly departed douchebag dad, no less - that had Jason reacting out of spite, entering the last number and hitting Talk, all while totally on autopilot. Because apparently we’re all making healthy life choices in this Chili’s tonight, Jason snickered somewhat hysterically while his phone rang once, twice, three times.

Ugh. Was he always this fucked up in the head and he just never noticed, or was it a side effect of running around rooftops in a cape. Inquiring minds wanted to know.

“Hello?” Someone said then, answering on the fourth ring. Jason sat bolt upright, his nervous humor vanishing as quickly and unexpectedly as it’d hijacked him in the first place. For all that he’d only actually interacted with the older man a few times, his voice was instantly recognizable. As was his slight confusion.

Right. Because why would Nightwing have the untraceable number of the latest burner phone Bruce had given Jason, when the ever paranoid Bat had him swapping out phones every freaking week? Duh, Jay.

“Uh, its me,” Jason said hastily, as if he could somehow catch up to and overtake the epically long ten second silence he let lapse before his mouth started making words again. “Jason?”

“Jaybird! Hey! What’s going on?” The older vigilante’s tone instantly morphed into one of surprised delight, so apparent even across the phone that Jason actually pulled it away from his ear and stared at it, as if that could explain Nightwing’s inexplicable giddiness. He’d literally only met the dude three times. Give or take a concussion he was forgetting about maybe? Weird.

Then again, the older man was a circus performer from birth. Might just be good at faking being super excited to hear from people? Whatever. Still weird.

“Uh, you said to call if I was ever having, I dunno, issues with Bruce I guess? So I kinda had a question? I mean, if you’re not busy or anything.”

Just one question? Willis’ voice asked snidely, echoing in time with the rapid tripartite beat of Jason’s heart. Since apparently everything Jason said was trying to come out with a question mark attached to the end of it at the moment. Ugh, fuck you, subconscious, Jason thought forcefully, even as he ransacked the recesses of his mind for that bravado he was thinking about earlier. It had to be in here somewhere…

“No worries dude, I’ve got time. Hit me!” Nightwing said cheerfully. His lighthearted cadences were so at odds with the sweat suddenly breaking out on Jason’s forehead, the younger teen couldn’t help but wince in anticipation of its inevitable change once he got his actual question out. This was a bad idea, he decided, way too fucking late for it to make a difference. He had a hunch Nightwing wouldn’t be content to ‘just forget it’ or whatever even if Jason chickened out now.

So he took a deep breath, shrugged and did what Jason Todd did best. Said fuck it, put pedal to the metal, and drove at full speed for the metaphorical police barricade that was his way of picturing all the things telling him He Should Definitely Just Not.

“Do you think I’m someone who could kill somebody in like, cold blood?”

Aaaaand there went the lightheartedness. Well, he’d definitely stone cold killed that, Jason thought grimly into the silence that followed.

“Huh,” Nightwing said at last. “You’re gonna have to give me a second to switch gears here, Jay. I was kinda expecting something along the lines of ‘how do I avoid Bruce giving me the safe sex talk.’”

Jason flushed and nodded jerkily, not that the older man could see it. Still, it’d been enough of a workout just getting to this point. He didn’t trust what might come out of his mouth next if he kept trying to force it. Thankfully Nightwing didn’t make him wait too long before continuing.

“I think anyone’s capable of killing somebody in the right circumstances,” Jason’s predecessor began carefully. Except that was not remotely what he wanted to hear. Or helpful.

“I’m not looking for platitudes,” Jason grit out, not angry at the other vigilante so much as the whole fucked up mess and his inability to think about anything else at this point. “It’s just a simple fucking question. You’ve met me, do you think like, I’d be capable of just killing somebody or not.”

“I’m not offering platitudes,” Nightwing continued calmly, as if he wasn’t phased by the younger boy’s interruption or sudden aggression at all. “And its not a simple question at all. Speaking from experience, most people wouldn’t think of an eight year old as a cold-blooded killer, but that’s what I could have been if Bruce hadn’t stopped me from killing my parents’ murderer when I first tracked him down. And yet that’s still totally different from when I held a gun on Two-Face barely a couple years later, about to shoot him because somebody else told me to, and because I wanted to hurt him like he’d hurt me. Wouldn’t you agree those are two different situations and two different ‘kinds’ of cold-blooded killer? Context is kinda a big deal here.”

Huh. First off…what the fuck? Jason stared blankly up at the ceiling, trying to hurry up the processing functions of his brain because, again, what the fuck? He was like ninety nine percent positive none of that had been in the Dick Grayson Is The Greatest and Here Are All The Reasons Why brochure he’d had read to him every time someone new found out he was Wayne’s newest stray, and like. Uh. Yeah, that part would have definitely stood out. Because once more, with feeling:

“What the fuck?”

Oops. That hadn’t been supposed to be out loud. Bad mouth. Bad.

Nightwing just did a weird kinda half laugh half sigh combo. Rueful, Jason would describe it, if he were describing it to someone else, which it kind of felt like he was, relaying the conversation to himself now that it’d taken a hard right turn into the surreal.

“Blindsided you with that, huh? Sorry, should’ve figured neither of those are the kinda stories Bruce would want to share with you. Then again, I don’t really have any idea what Bruce has told you about me.”

“Not much,” Jason admitted. Which was a major source of irritation, if he was being honest. The much sung praises of Dick Grayson came from literally everyone he met except for Bruce. Who usually just got a pinched expression whenever Jason brought him up, and a rapid subject change that was not nearly as subtle as Bruce seemed to think it was.

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” Nightwing sighed. “I hope you haven’t put too much stock in anything else you’ve heard about me then. I’ll admit to a bad habit of enjoying my mystique, so secondhand hearsay tends to lose my best nuances.”

Despite himself, Jason’s lips curved up and he let out a rueful huff of his own. “I mean, this definitely isn’t where I saw this conversation going.”

The older man chuckled. “Thought I was going to just assume the worst and chuck the book at you?”

“Well. Yeah.” Jason shrugged, even though he knew it wouldn’t come across. “Bruce did.”

Nightwing heaved an exasperated breath. “Yeah, that’s kinda the thing about B. Sometimes, he’s great. Other times, he’s an ass. Its kinda an either or thing. He’s never really mastered the art of finding a midpoint between two extremes. Mostly because he’s never seen the point of aiming for middle ground.”

“Well its not like he’s ever really had to,” Jason griped. It just slipped out before he could stop it, leaving him feeling guilty for bad-mouthing B when he wasn’t around to defend himself. Especially since he knew Nightwing wasn’t the guy’s biggest fan these days. But he couldn’t deny it also felt good, in a way.

To his surprise, Nightwing just laughed. And not even in a malicious, spiteful kind of way, but almost relieved.

“God, thank you. You’d think that ‘hey, so my billionaire guardian kinda has entitlement issues’ would be a water is wet kind of revelation, but try saying something like that to pretty much anyone else…”

“And they look at you like you’re an ungrateful asshole?” Jason finished for him. Not that he’d ever actually tried saying that to anyone before, though he’d definitely thought it a time or two. But he could all too easily imagine the reactions he’d get, which was pretty much why he’d never gone so far as to speak the words.

“Yup,” Nightwing drawled, dragging out the p and popping it with emphasis. “And its not about being grateful or not, its just…there are some parts of everyone that just aren’t up for grabs, for other people to weigh in on or take charge of, you know? And a lot of people just don’t get that…because nobody’s ever tried it with them, or had to deal with expectations that…overstep, let’s call it?”

“Is that why you left?”

Jason winced the second it left his mouth. Too far. Definitely way too far, but he’d just gotten unexpectedly comfortable with the back and forth, and now he’d done the overstepping thing himself and was left with just dead air.

But ten seconds of heavy silence stretched into twenty, and went no further, as Nightwing sighed into his side of the phone again.

“The spiteful part of me wants to say it was more of a push than me just up and leaving,” he laughed again, but this time with unmistakable bitterness. “But even while that’s true, its not really the right answer to your question, because no matter how much of a clusterfuck that was at the time, its not…I mean, I knew at the time how to fix it. Where and how I needed to cave in order to make up with him and let things get back not quite to normal, but at least close enough.”

The pause wasn’t as heavy or tense this time, as Jason could almost sense the older man gathering his thoughts, trying to put them into words. He bit his lip rather than risk any more unexpected utterances escaping. This might not have been where he’d thought his phone call would lead, but now that he was here, hearing the answers to questions he’d wanted to ask for over a year and finding them almost comfortably familiar, he wasn’t going to risk distracting Nightwing or shutting him up for well. Anything.

“But it would have meant me caving. Settling in ways that I just…couldn’t. So in a way, yeah, I did leave, it was still my choice. And all of that was definitely a big part of it. I love Bruce, I do. I just couldn’t live with him anymore. Not without feeling like I had to give up my own autonomy and just be what he wanted. Or what he’d expected me to grow up to be, back when he first took me in. And as grateful as I am to him for that, I can’t honestly say I would have stuck around back then if I knew that was the price tag attached. I’m not…I don’t do well with people trying to force me to stick to one place, one thing. I was born on the road, you know? When I was a kid, I expected to spend the rest of my life living like that. Home was people. Not places. And so Gotham…its never fit me quite right, the way it does him, or even Barbara. Its not like I was miserable there, its just.”

“It wouldn’t have been your first choice,” Jason finished again, quietly. There was silence again for awhile.

“No. No, it wouldn’t have been. Not then.”

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eachnightb4 · 3 years ago

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i just finished solitaire ! aaaaand i love it *kind of spoilers* i was NOT expecting that from evelyn/lucas. *end of kind of spoilers* i still love radio silence the most :-) time for loveless! and then my oseman-verse journey is over for now. ugh i don't want it to end

#osemanverse #alice oseman #solitaire alice oseman #loveless #tori spring #michael holden

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alteregozowie · 19 days ago

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"C-courtship ritual!?"

What does he mean by this!? Why was he talking about birds!? He loves birds but....There aren't many who can stun the Radio Demon into silence, but.....here he was. Completely caught off guard....aaaaand there's that smile.

Is....that what he thinks it is? Did....Michael....? Are those bones?? Did he just gift him....a human skull?

Alastor is starting to think that he has never once had control of the situation.

#truearchangel #archangels and demons #my god that's so funny 😭#Alastor has no idea what is going on xD

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jgvfhl · 4 years ago

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Number Lads!!

GUYS I hit 700 followers today?? Amazing. So, I worked extra hard to get this part up and finished for ya!

Part 2/??? Read Part 1 here :) Words: about 4k, no warnings

So I remembered the Battle of Kamino is a thing. And I had just put Sevenset in Rancor battalion. Whoops! But, if you know anything about me, you know nothing really bad happens.

CT-2222 = Do-si-do = Double Trouble

CT-3333 = Trees = Green Bean

CC-6666 = Sixes = DEATH

ARC-7777 = Sevenset = ARCBoiiiii

CT-8888 = Loops = Loopy

Reading the inventory lists from the datapad in his hands was increasingly difficult. Loops rubbed his eyes and shook his head roughly, trying to refocus, to put the overwhelming feeling of helplessness behind him. The whole Wolfpack felt similarly. Every announcement over the PA system made them jump. General Koon was using his limited free time to gather with groups of troopers to help ease their minds, and it was helping, but the general had chosen an uphill battle.

Kamino was under attack. The closest thing any clone had to a home, and the Separatists were trying to destroy it. The Wolfpack hadn’t been called to the front, as was their normal position. When the battle cleared, and the dust settled, they would be there to help pick up the pieces, until another assignment called them away.

So they waited.

Worse for Loops, he knew Sevenset was in the thick of things, following the ARC commanders at the helm of the defensive actions. He knew the ARCs were the best soldiers on Kamino, and he knew the 501st and 212th had boots on the ground as well, and Generals Ti, Skywalker, and Kenobi would be there with them. He knew this. But it barely helped ease his worries.

Technically, the next Numbers meeting wouldn’t be for another three weeks, but Do-si-do had commed everyone to ask if they wanted to move up the date because of the battle. Obviously, they hadn’t heard much from Sevenset. Or from Commander Sixes, but that wasn’t as much of a worry. He was a commander, he had a whole Star Fighter wing to lead into battle. Still, the radio silence only made Loops more uneasy. But Trees and Loops had agreed to meet with Do-si-do, at least, and that would start in about ten minutes.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Loops tried to put aside the gnawing worry in his mind to finish this inventory before the meeting. It wouldn’t be fair to hand over a half-finished inventory to the next guy on shift. So he slogged through it, walking around the denoted section of the Lightbolt’s cargo hold, reading the crates, scrolling through his datapad, until he was finally done. As he left the hold, he handed off the device to Tanner, one of the officers overseeing inventory at the moment.

“All set, sir.”

“Thanks, Loops. Get some rest.”

“Will do.”

He didn’t rest, not really. When he got to his bunk, he propped himself up against his pillow at the head of his bunk, waiting the last few minutes until Do-si-do sent the transmission to start the meeting.

“Hey, Loops.”

He looked up at the face looking upside down at him from the top bunk. “Hey, Racket.” Loops was always grateful his bunkmate never complained about some of the late-night Numbers Meetings.

“How you holding up?”

“Okay, I guess.”

“I know you’ve got a buddy in Rancor, just wanted to check in.”

The knot of worry in his gut tightened. “Yeah.” His voice felt hollow. “Thanks, Racket.”

“Haven’t heard anything yet, huh?”

Loops shook his head. “Two and Three and I are having a call soon to talk it out.”

“Ah,” Racket said, “I’ll give you some space.”

“Thanks,” Loops said, although his brother’s head had already retreated to his own bunk. Right on cue, his comm blinked its light. He hadn’t had the chance to get a holoprojector today. But he would be able to hear the others.

“Hey, Trees,” Do-di-do’s voice had a smile in it. “Loops?”

“Couldn’t get a projector today, sorry,” Loops said. “I can still hear you.”

“Oh, good.”

“Hi, Loops,” Trees said.

“Hey, Trees.”

“How’s the Pack?” Do-si-do asked.

Loops shrugged, before remembering they couldn’t see him. “It’s… well, you know. Everyone’s on edge. The general’s been helping though.”

Trees agreed. “Yeah, General Unduli and Commander Offee have been holding group mediations for the ones who want it.”

“I’ve heard General Windu’s working on that too, but…. He’s busy as all hell.”

“Yeah, High Generals usually are,” Loops said.

“Anyone else… find it kinda weird, though?” Do-si-do furthered.

“What do you mean?”

“Like… I dunno. I didn’t expect the Jedi to care this much.”

“Oh,” Trees said flatly.

“I mean--obviously, they care if Kamino is attacked,” he went on. “Because it’s producing the whole damn army, but I never thought they’d… do all this.”

It was a fair reaction. Most clones, upon encountering their generals, were a little unsettled at how… human they were. Loops had certainly had a learning curve when he’d joined the 104th. General Koon was… amazing. So, honestly, Loops hadn’t been surprised when he had offered to help his troopers through the stress of the Kamino attack. But, Do-si-do had always been a bit skeptical of the Jedi, even though, from what Loops had heard of General Windu, he would regularly go out of his way to defend his men.

“I’m not complaining,” Loops said.

There was a longer than normal pause afterwards. He eyed the blinking light on his wrist comm, wondering. It wasn’t uncommon for the signal to get interrupted by space travel.

“What are you boys gossiping about now?” Ah. Not space travel. Just Commander Sixes. His brain did a mental double take as that thought formed. Just Commander Sixes.

“Oh, uh…” Do-si-do searched for words. Trees was probably frozen again. “Just… thought some of us could use the conversation. With Kamino under attack. And all.”

There was a gruff, nonverbal reply from the commander.

“Don’t suppose you got any updates we laymen didn’t, sir?” Do-si-do asked cautiously. Loops couldn’t help leaning towards his comm. Even a little news would help…

“None any of you have clearance for.”

Loops rolled his eyes, falling back against his pillow. He should have expected it. But that didn’t make it any less disappointing.

“Sir, you know the point of this call was to ease stress, not make it worse?” Do-si-do replied.

“Armor up, shiny, we’re at war.”

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ARCBoiiiii: Guess who’s not dead!!!!

Loopy: kriff is it over???

ARCBoiiiii: Yep! Sent the clankers running and the Hairless Harpy and Evil Spider Legs too

Green Bean: did you just nickname… Grievous and Ventress?

ARCBoiiiii: what’s it to ya?

Loopy: are you okay sevens?

ARCBoiiii: aw loopy were you worried?

Loopy: get karked

Loopy: ...but yeah

ARCBoiiiii: where’s do-si-do?

Green Bean: dunno. might be on the wing.

Loopy: sevenset. are. you. okay.

ARCBoiiiii: ah okay. and yes! i am okay, loops. little sore, but i’m not hurt. Rancor’s casualties weren’t bad.

Double Trouble: SEVENSET YOU SONAUVA HUTT HOW ARE YOU

ARCBoiiiii: Do-si-do!!!!!! im okay :D

ARCBoiiiii: Cmdrs havoc + colt in medical tho… colt had a run-in with ventress i guess

Loopy: oh kriff--

DEATH: he’s alive after that?

DEATH: … really, boys? the name?

Double Trouble: Sevenset’s idea sir

ARCBoiiiii: Do-si-dos idea

ARCBoiiiii: kark dammit

Double Trouble: beat u haha

Loopy: lol

Green Bean: How ironic. He survives Kamino only to be reaped by Death later

DEATH: ha

Double Trouble: 0.0

ARCBoiiiii: i feel unsafe

Loopy: trees where has that biting wit been hiding my friend

ARCBoiiiii: WAIT I ALMOST FORGOT SOMETHING IMPORTANT!!!!!!!!!

Double Trouble: ??????

ARCBoiiiii: I FOUND NUMBER FIVE

Loopy: Yay!! He was the one in 501st right?

ARCBoiiiii: yeah! pretty damn good sniper too from what i heard. AND GUESS WHAT ELSE

Green Bean: There’s more?

ARCBoiiiii: He and his batcher got promoted to ARCs so THEY’RE STUCK WITH MEEEEE

DEATH: I almost pity them.

Green Bean: ha

Loopy: wait what’s his name??

ARCBoiiiii: fives

Double Trouble: oof unoriginal

DEATH: Oh really, Do-si-do?

Double Trouble: wait no

Loopy: do-si-do it’s been nice knowing you

Double Trouble: nO WAIT it’s hardly fair, you’ve got Death as a name too

DEATH: Sure thing. Anyway, Fives and his batcher are Rex’s freaks, and he always takes his ARCs with him. They’ll be gone after graduation.

ARCBoiiiii: aw shucks :(

Double Trouble: that’s still like… almost three months tho

ARCBoiiiii: yessssss i’ll drag em into the next couple holos

Green Bean: But… it’s just Fives that has the repeating number, right?

ARCBoiiiii: well yeah but they’re practically inseparable, i’d feel bad

DEATH: that’s pathetic

ARCBoiiiii: one of these days we’ll find a recruit you actually like

DEATH: No

Double Trouble: speaking of, did you find number nine? Isn’t he in the 212th?

ARCBoiiiii: no… I’ll ask around, the orangios are still planetside for a bit. and i’m still on the lookout for a cadet 1111!

Loopy: glad you’re alive

ARCBoiiiii: *mwah*

Loopy: aaaaand now I’m not

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For the second time in about two minutes, Fives once again lagged a step so he could reach back and tug Echo along by the sleeve. “Keep up, will you?”

“Fives--”

“I don’t want to hear it, Echo, I told you already.”

His batchmate wasn’t going quiet without debate. “But we’re supposed--”

“--to be doing something very boring, now quit complaining.”

“It’s ARC training, Fives,” Echo hissed, yanking his sleeve away, but keeping pace with him behind Sevenset. “It’s all important, even if it’s boring.”

Their leader turned around, walking backwards as he said, “Well… I mean, I’ll be honest, I’ve never used the desert field training once, so…” He shrugged.

“Yeah, because you live on an ocean planet,” Echo pointed out.

“Pays off,” the ARC trooper grinned.

“Doesn’t it get kinda boring, though?” Fives asked. “The same planet over and over?”

“Boring?” Sevenset turned briefly to avoid a squad of junior cadets being led by medic. “Nah, not boring. Maybe the scenery leaves something to be desired, but hey--so did Coruscant. But helping to train brothers like you two? Never boring.”

“I think Fives would have to try to be boring.”

“I’m boring when I sleep.”

Echo turned a skeptical look on him.

“What?”

“What do you mean ‘what?’ you snore like a rancor--”

Remembering who was walking with them, they both looked at Sevenset to add, “No offense.”

And then Fives cut right back in with a rebuttal. “Well maybe I wouldn’t snore if I didn’t have your entire weight on top of me?”

Echo waved a hand dismissively. “Oh, no no no, don’t you pull that argument--”

Fives scoffed. “I am absolutely pulling that argument--”

“You snored on Rishi, and we all used our own bunks.”

That was true. They hadn’t had a reason to share until after…. “Okay, but how do you know that wasn’t Cutup?”

“Cutup--!” Echo’s incredulous tone was somewhat marred by the smile creeping onto his face. Their arguments could never keep a serious face for too long. “You don’t snore in a kriffing accent, Fives!”

Fives could no longer keep the smile off his face either, and he gave Echo a gentle shove with his shoulder. “Okay, you got me.” The gesture was returned a little more violently. Then they noticed Sevenset had come to a stop by a door, and they pulled themselves together to face him.

“You guys were on Rishi Moon?” Sevenset asked, passing his vambrace in front of the control panel to open the door. He gestured them in.

It was a small meeting room--very small, from the others Fives had seen. The holotable jutting out from the far wall probably left room for about seven people. He and Echo stood to one side of the door, hands behind their backs. Fives decided against asking why Sevenset had access to to this place.

“Yessir, we were the last men stationed there.” Echo’s answer was curt, almost blunt, but kept carefully under the veneer of professionalism he managed so much better than Fives did. It had become their standard answer for Rishi questions.

Sevenset glanced over at them from where he was typing at the holotable. “Echo, buddy, I just commandeered you from under your CO’s nose. You can drop the ‘sir.’” He looked back to the blue holograms in front of him. “So were you the ones who blew up the all-clear signal? Saved us a hell of a lot of trouble around here, I’ll tell you that. Should be thanking you.”

“There’s… no need for that.” Echo’s voice shrank slightly, his eyes dropping towards the floor. Fives sighed as quietly as he could, silently bracing for the unpleasant exchange that was sure to follow that deflection.

“Really? I hope you got medals or something, though,” Sevenset replied. He finished typing and stepped back from the table, facing them. “How’d you do it, anyway? Not easy to blow a base like that.”

“No…” Fives agreed hollowly, hoping the ARC would eventually get the karking hint and change the subject. There were already a half dozen scenes of memory playing through the back of his mind as he did his best to pointedly ignore them.

“Liquid tibana.”

He turned to look at Echo, who caught the unasked question in his eyes.

“He asked,” his batchmate shrugged helplessly, now looking anywhere except at their faces.

Sevenset’s eyebrows rose, crinkling the tattoos on his scalp, and he nodded. “Yeah, I guess LT would do the trick, wouldn’t it?”

Nope. Not getting the hint. And Echo--Maker bless him--would keep answering his questions even if it gave him a panic attack. Maybe ARC training could help him kick that habit.

“Did they really send commando droids--”

Fives didn’t let him finish. “Look, Sevenset, we don’t really like talking about Rishi.” Next to him, he noticed some of the tension leave Echo’s shoulders. “Our whole batch was stationed there, and, aside from Commander Cody and Captain Rex, we’re the only ones who survived that attack.”

Sevenset blinked, realization hitting like a splash of cold water. “Oh. Yeah, of course,” he looked down, scuffing one of his boots on the floor without much enthusiasm. “Sorry about that. Should’ve realized.”

Fives dipped his head, acknowledging the apology. He knew Sevenset hadn’t meant any harm by asking, but at least he’d apologized. The holotable made a noise, and Sevenset practically flew to answer the incoming transmission. Fives couldn’t blame him for wanting to dissipate the uncomfortable silence that had followed his apology. He nudged Echo with his elbow, and they moved closer, still shoulder-to-shoulder, as the first two holograms appeared.

The first clone they saw sat in what looked like a cockpit, although “sitting” was a generous term. More like lounging. His head was shaved on the right side, and the long curls left were bleached and dyed a cold white. His face lit up upon recognizing Sevenset.

“You are alive!”

“Of course I’m alive, Do-si-do,” the ARC replied, once again all smiles. “I am almost offended you thought my first fight with Rancor would finish me.”

The second clone--in recognizably 104th gear--gave a tiny smile. “Here I am surprised Do-si-do hasn’t gotten a surprise visit from Death after his remarks about originality in the chat.”

The pilot, Do-si-do, made a show of looking under and behind his seat. “Nope, all clear. Sorry to disappoint, Loopy.”

“My name’s not Loopy.” He turned to look at Fives and Echo. “My name’s not Loopy, it’s just Loops.” Kind of a fun name, really. Fives wondered what his number was. Eight, probably?

“And for once you beat Trees here,” Sevenset remarked. Another hologram appeared. “Ooh, but not by much.”

Trees, by the looks of his armor, was in the 41st. But, unlike the others, he looked downright regulation, like Echo. “Sorry, I got stuck behind a gonk droid in the hall.” Catching sight of Fives and Echo, he added, “Oh, are these the new guys?”

“Yep!” Sevenset looked to them.

Without warning, Echo’s hand appeared, grabbing Fives by the jaw and turning his head to the left. “And you’ll never guess which one of us is named Fives.”

Fives swatted his hand away, Echo ducking the half-hearted attempt to put him in a headlock. “I am going to kill you,” he growled at his batchmate’s stupidly smug expression. So he liked the number; he had a good reason to like the number!

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with it, come on,” Sevenset smiled. “You and Loops can match.”

Loops turned his face so the tattoo on his right cheek was visible. An infinity symbol? Stylized number eight? “First thing I did when I got the chance.”

“How’s ARC training treating you two, then?” Do-si-do asked with a smile.

Fives glanced at Echo. “Not too bad,” he answered with a shrug.

“Yet,” Echo added.

Sevenset smirked and nodded knowingly. “Emphasis on ‘yet,’” he agreed. “Right about the three- or four-week mark, you’ll really start regretting some life choices.”

“You survived, though,” Trees pointed out. “Can’t be that bad if they managed to drag you over the finish line.”

“I do have more than one personality trait, you know.”

“Whaaat?” Do-si-do shook his head. “Can’t believe you’re more than your carefree facade. Actually upset now.”

Sevenset raised an eyebrow at him, but Do-si-do ignored the silent challenge and just blew him a kiss through the screen. Sevenset had mentioned he and “number two” had started this group, and now Fives could indeed understand they knew each other pretty well.

“Wait,” Loops spoke up. “What’s your name?” He gestured a little vaguely towards the two batchmates.

“Oh.” Echo straightened up a bit. “I’m Echo.”

Loops waved at him.

“Is this everyone?” Fives asked, looking to Sevenset. He had mentioned the group wasn’t “complete” yet, but he hadn’t expected it to be this small.

The other four shook their heads. Sevenset answered. “No, there’s still the commander, but we don’t pretend to know when or if he’s gonna show. The others--number one, number nine, number four, and zero--we haven’t found yet.”

“And Commander Fox wants nothing to do with us, thanks to Sevenset,” Do-si-do added.

“Also true.”

Echo’s confused expression matched the questions Fives had in mind. He didn’t know Commander Fox’s number off the top of his head. Echo probably did. He’d known the captain’s and Commander Cody’s like that. But… there was another commander? They turned to look at Sevenset together, although two different questions came out of their mouths.

“What commander?” Fives asked.

“You asked Commander Fox?” Echo said at the same time.

They didn’t get answers. Well. Not explicitly. A fourth hologram appeared beside Loops, Trees, and Do-si-do. The single pauldron denoted rank. The full kit of black armor, helmet included, didn’t give many other details. So. That commander. Whoever that commander was…

Next to him, Echo tensed, just barely, but Fives could read him too well to miss it. He looked over. Fives recalled his batchmate’s reaction to meeting the captain and Commander Cody for the first time. They had reputations, they had stories, and Fives had been right with him in that sense of awe--aside from the whole… being invaded by commando droids… thing that had been happening at the same time. And right now Echo kind of looked like that. But his expression had none of the subtle reverence Fives remembered. More… fear? Not quite. He’d seen Echo scared. Who was this guy? And why couldn’t Fives place him?

“Hey, Commander,” Do-si-do greeted, like there was nothing strange about a commander in all-black armor appearing on their holotable. None of them had even gone to attention. That was a little odd.

The commander folded his arms across his chest and grunting a nonverbal reply. His visor landed on Fives and Echo. Again, Fives saw Echo’s whole body stiffen in his periphery. “New guys?” the commander eventually asked, his voice sounding an awful lot like Alpha-17’s gruff speech.

“Yep,” Sevenset nodded, not even addressing him as sir. “This is Fives, that’s his batcher Echo, and you have magically chosen to appear right when they started asking questions about you.”

“These the inseparable ones?” This man had absolutely no variation in tone, and it was going to get creepy.

“Looks like it,” Loops replied.

The commander stared at them for a few more seconds, before giving another wordless huff and looking away. “No one’s inseparable.”

Fives did not like the chill that sent down his spine, despite the words having, as before, no discernible emotional tone. Behind his back, his hand tightened around the opposite wrist, the dull pain momentarily distracting his mind from the commander’s implication. Glancing to Echo, he saw his brother’s jaw clench, his mouth pressed into a line as he stared down the holograms. Fives shuffled closer until their shoulders and arms touched, feeling his brother lean into him.

Sevenset looked between them and the holotable before taking half a step sideways towards them. “Okay, Commander Dark and Angsty, maybe don’t scare away the new guys? Thanks.”

The commander’s helmet tilted up ever so slightly--probably rolling his eyes--but he stayed quiet.

“And that,” Sevenset went on, turning to Fives and Echo, “is Commander Sixes, AKA Commander Death, and yes, he is always like that.”

Finally, it clicked in Fives’ mind. He knew about Commander Death, he just hadn’t seen any images of him. Sithspit, no wonder Echo had reacted like that. The Death Wings were downright terrifying by word-of-mouth, and that--that was their commander.

And these guys were just… chatting with him. They chatted with him… regularly. Sevenset didn’t even call him sir. What in the nine hells…?

The commander’s visor went to Sevenset. “How are Colt and Havoc? Haven’t had a chance to comm them.”

“Mm? Oh. Commander Colt’s just got out of medical. Commander Havoc got out a couple rotations ago.” Sevenset shrugged. “That’s all I’ve got.”

Fives had seen Commander Havoc during training yesterday. He’d walked a little stiffly, but from what he’d heard about his injuries, walking at all was pretty damn good.

“Did you ever find number nine?” Loops asked. “In the two-twelfth?”

“Eh…” Sevenset held up a hand palm-down and tilted it back and forth. “Sort of. I got confirmation he is in with Commander Cody’s boys, and that his name is Nines, but that’s all. Never got eyes on him or a frequency, or I would’ve patched him in.”

Echo opened his mouth, then closed it. Fives nudged him to speak. He’d already drawn attention from Loops, Trees, and Do-si-do anyway. “Well, just--Torrent works with Commander Cody’s men more often than most. We could keep an eye out for him.”

“Once we’re back with the company,” Fives added.

“Oh yeah,” Sevenset nodded. “Totally. Thanks.”

“Any word on the others we’re looking for?” Trees asked.

Sevenset shook his head. “No luck with number one over here. Still haven’t found any cadet with that number.”

Do-si-do added, “The ninety-first has leave in three weeks. My company will be on Coruscant for about a ten-day. Anyone else?”

“I’ll check,” the commander said, reaching out of frame for something.

While he was silent, Loops put in, “Well, the Wolfpack won’t be off for another month and a bit.”

Trees nodded. “The forty-first is still on for another two months.”

“And obviously the three of us aren’t going anywhere,” Sevenset said, tilting his head towards Fives and Echo. “Gotta say, that is one thing I miss about being in the Guard. Can’t see everyone when they’re on leave.”

“The one-eighteenth has leave in about a month,” the commander finally reported. “Should overlap with the ninety-first for a few days. Maybe you can find zero in there. My fighters have a mission with the Nova Corps coming up, too. I’ll see if I can find number four.”

A smug smile appeared on Sevenset’s face. “I thought you once said you weren’t our recruiter, Commander.”

The commander stared at him for half a moment, then answered, “The Marines won’t have leave for another six months. You want to find number four? This is how you do it.”

The ARC nodded, his smile never changing. “Okay, alright, I get it. We won’t tell anyone you like us.”

The commander huffed quietly, then muttered, “I’m still surprised Alpha-17 didn’t beat that attitude out of you over there.”

Echo smirked. “Well, at least that means there’s hope for Fives.”

Fives shouldered him. “Hey, I haven’t done anything.”

“Yet.”

Sevenset grinned at Fives, who found himself returning a small smile. Trees pinched the bridge of his nose. “Maker help us, there’s two of them.”

“Something wrong with that, Trees?” the ARC replied with mock severity. Fives would admit, he did like Sevenset. He liked seeing a higher ranking soldier maintain a lighter sense of humor. Most of the Teth survivors in Torrent had a dark streak--Coric might have it the worst, actually, and it was rubbing off on Kix.

“Nothing wrong, just means I’ll have to explain to my medics why my blood pressure’s so high.”

Do-si-do and Sevenset laughed, and Loops smiled. The commander just shook his head. Yeah, Fives could get used to this.

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Pulse (Yandere! Connor x Female Reader.) (Chapter Four.)

Authors Notes- Aaaaand here we are with the fourth chapter of Pulse. And this is where things get a bit more interesting, as our poor, sweet reader finds out just what’s going on. And boy, let me tell you know she won’t be happy. And as you know I let to mention anything that some people might find triggering in the Authors Notes. So this chapter will feature Kidnapping, choking, non-con Touching, non-con kissing and Connor just being a general creep. If none of this is your cup of tea then this is where we part ways, but I’ll remember our time fondly. Now that we got that out of the way here is chapter 4. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter Four: Finally Mine.

Something was wrong. You mused, it had been three days and you hadn’t seen hide nor hair from Gavin, in fact it seemed no one did. And now you were getting worried, you knew Gavin had a tendency of being a flake when it came to work, but usually you could get a hold of him. Glancing at your phone for what must’ve been the fifth time in an hour you couldn’t help but worry. Something was definitely wrong. Despite what people like Hank and Chris told you, that he was at home nursing a hangover and just in general being a lazy ass. But that didn’t help you especially when Chris mentioned that it was odd for him not to show up three days in a row.

Maybe you would stop by his apartment after work.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” A voice spoke up. Tearing you from your thoughts, looking up you saw Connor looking down at you, a concerned look on his face.

Forcing a smile to your face you nodded. “Yeah, just lost in thought.” You assured him. Speaking of odd lately Connor seemed... cheerful. Like the weight of the world was lifted off his shoulders.

He no longer seemed so lost in thought, it seemed like he was back to his usual, friendly self. Gnawing at your bottom lip you looked up at him. “Say Connor... have you heard from Gavin lately?” you knew it was a long shot considering the relationship between Connor and Gavin was pretty non-existent. But it was worth a shot.

“No....” Connor said, coolly. “I haven’t, then again me and Gavin aren’t really friends. So I’d be the very last person who would know where he scurried off to. Have you talked to Chris or Tina?” he suggested. “They would technically be his friends here so...”

You furrowed your brow as you looked at Connor. Then nodded, muttering a thanks you did just that.

Connor frowned as he watched you walk off, his LED flashing red for the briefest second before returning to the normal serene blue. You still thought about Gavin. Always about Gavin, anger swelled in Connor’s chest as he watched you disappear into the breakroom to talk with Gavin’s friends. Gavin was gone, gone from his life and away from you. But no matter, Connor thought darkly, a cruel smile on his face as he turned away from you. You were going to be his soon enough anyway.

***

“Sorry, Y/N I haven’t heard from him in a while.” Chris told you, as he took a sip of his coffee, before looking to Tina, who also shook her head, shrugging her shoulders as well.

That was odd. Where could he be?

Brow furrowed you looked around the office. A thought beginning to form in your head. Maybe you would stop by his apartment after work, maybe he was sick? Or hungover? Both possible ideas this was Gavin after all. Nodding to yourself you moved back towards your desk. However before you could dwell on that thought once more your radio crackled to life sighing you pushed away from your desk, you had a busy day ahead of you. And little did you know how bad things would get as the day went on...

***

A few hours later you had received a call on the radio... and God you wished you hadn’t as you drove down the darkened alleyway until you saw the all too familiar flashing lights of various other patrol cars. Silence permeated the area as you stepped out and were greeted by a grim faced Chris Miller.

“Y/N.” Chris sighed, stopping you from going any further. Dread forming in the pit of your gut, something was wrong. “You shouldn’t have to see this...” he said.

Your brow furrowed at you looked to him then at the apartment, that feeling of dread intensifying. No, it couldn’t be, could it? Not wanting to utter another word you pushed past Chris and to where Hank and Connor were standing. Your eyes immediately going to where they were looking, a strangled cry escaping your lips as Gavin’s lifeless body stared back at you.

What had happened to him? Tears welled in your eyes as you moved towards the body of your friend, whimpering you reached out to him, only to have Connor stop you.

“Y/N.” Connor whispered, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder as he guided you away from the scene. Cops swarmed the place, as one would expect they would when one of their own was killed. “I know you will want to help, but you’re too close. It’s best if you go home for the night, Hank and I got this.”

Swallowing you nodded, a sigh escaping your lips as Connor ran his hand down your back, before guiding you towards your car. “Go home, I’ll talk to you later.” He said as the first few tears spilled down your cheeks.

Swiping a hand under your nose you forced yourself to drive away from the heart-breaking scene as Connor watched you go. A dark look on his face as he turned away from you, his eyes scanning the stinking body of Gavin as he fought hard to keep the smile from his face as he did so.

Gavin didn’t look so hot now, did he? Flies buzzed around the body as cops worked to remove the garbage bags from him as Hank moved closer, a rag over his mouth and nose.

“Who the hell did you piss off, Reed?” Hank muttered, as Connor watched from the sidelines. Boy, what would Hank think if he knew it was the android he shared his house with that was the very one to end the Detective’s life? Shaking that thought from his head Connor forced himself into work mode, eyes scanning for invisible evidence he knew wasn’t there, all while coming up with a perfect place to get his hands on you.

***

Two weeks had past since Gavin’s death and still you remained in your bed. After all, the man you might have had feelings for had just been killed, and the police were no closer to finding out who did it. As for you? You found yourself unable to bring yourself to set on foot into the precinct, whenever you did images of Gavin flashed through your mind as you would be a mess. So, now here you were on leave, laying in your bed in the same clothes you wore for countless days now, but what did it matter? Gavin was gone.

And now here you were, alone. Sure, your friends tried to get you out of your funk from Chris, to Tina, then finally to Connor, who seemed to come by more often the most. Even if he couldn’t get you to open up he still remained after everyone went home he would sit by your side, holding your hand as you wept you knew he was just trying to be kind but all you wanted was him to just leave you alone.

Unfortunately for you, today was not one of those days as you heard a knock on your door. He was back. Dull anger filled your chest as you forced yourself to get up, kicking a pair of dirty sweatpants out of the way as you made your way to the door as Connor knocked again.

“God,” you snarled, raising your voice so you hoped he would hear you and just take a fucking hint and leave you alone.” Can’t you just go away?!”

Silence greeted you as you asked that. Letting out a frustrated sigh you flung the door open, and scowled as Connor greeted you. “Did you not hear me? Go away!” You hissed, you just wanted to be left alone.

However before you could so much as slam the door shut Connor forced the door open, and forced his way in much to your surprise.

“Connor?” you asked, something was wrong, something the way Connor was acting was making your skin crawl.

“You know I tried you know.” Connor said, without addressing you as he moved around your apartment. You following closely behind him. “I tried to ignore the fact that you might be attracted to Reed.”

Where was he going with this? You wondered, eyes glued to the android, hands hands clasped behind his back as he kept his back to you. Before finally turning towards you. “But I couldn’t I tried but I just couldn’t let you go.”

Dread formed in the pit of your stomach as you listened to this. Connor... he couldn’t have, could he? Swallowing thickly as you took a few steps back from him, only to have him follow after you. Until you found your back pressed against the wall as he closed in, a crazed looked in his eyes.

“I couldn’t just sit by as the bastard took what was mine.” Connor continued.

“Wh-what are you talking about?” You managed to choke out, eyes fixed on the crazed look in Connor’s eyes as he grabbed a hold of your chin, pulling you close, his fingers carding through your hair, as you pressed your hands against his chest, trying to pull him off, but Connor was far stronger than you.

“I’m not yours, I’ll never be yours!” You shouted, as you continued to struggle to push him off of you. Crying out slightly as Connor’s grip on you tightened.

“Oh, but that is where you’re wrong.” Connor whispered, grabbing ahold of your face once more, forcing you to look up at him, those dark brown eyes of his seeming to bore into your own before sliding closed. Disgust formed in your stomach as Connor pressed his lips to yours, only to jerk back as you bit down on his bottom lip.

Dabbing at his lip anger shone in his eyes as he saw his fingers come away blue. You had some fight in you, did you? Good, Connor thought as he looked down at you, seeing the defiance shining in your eyes as you continued to fight to get free of him. Good, as much as he loved you breaking you would bring him joy. After all, you hurt him more than once when you went after Gavin, so it was only fair...

Saying nothing Connor wrapped his hand around your neck, relishing the way it felt as he began to squeeze. Seeing your eyes bulge out of your skull as you fought to pry his hand off of you, your face turning red.

“Stop fighting.” He scolded, hissing slightly as your nails dug into his skin, drawing blood. “You’ll only make things harder for you as time goes on.”

Finally after what seemed like forever your struggles ceased as Connor gently placed you on the ground, doing a quick scan to see that you were still alive before straightening, unable to keep the grin from his lips as he looked down at you. Finally, after so long you were finally his, and now that he had you he was never letting you go....

#Chapter 4 of 6 #DBH #yandere! connor #Female Reader #Connor finally gets his grubby little hands on Reader finally #She's not thrilled though #Tw Kidnapping #Tw Choking #Tw Non-con kissing #Tw Non-con touching #Sorry it seemed to jump around a ;little bit #and sorry for that weak-ass ending there

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