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bokettochild · 3 years ago

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About Legend having insane leg strenght: what if the reason he never brags about that is because he's embarassed about it? He thinks that pulverizing a boulder with a kick is either something everyone can do or too similar to a bunny. One day he and Four get dumped into a monster camp without their items or weapons and Legend takes desperate measures to ensure they don't die: anihilating the entire camp with only his legs. He is unironically and literally capable of killing someone with his /1

This ask references this post btw, so, check it out if you need context!

Honestly, I loved this so much! THANK YOU!!! But I am half asleep, so the cool stuff I saw in my head is being stinky and not comng out. I'm sorry, hope you like my half-asleep drabbl of Legend being weak as shit while simultaneously having the strongest kick out of the whole Chain XD

Legend hates being at Ordon.

It’s not that he hates the people; he’s used to country folk, he was raised around them, heck, his grandparents have the same strong twang in their voices that everyone in Twi’s village does! He loves the fresh air and the sounds of animals and the sight of growing things everywhere he looks.

But he hates looking around and seeing Twilight’s entire village (even the freaking kids!) wander around lifting things that probably equal his entire body weight!

Seriously, Malo (that was the terrifying toddler’s name, right? That’s what Twilight said when he introduced them all, right?) could lift up a small goat with ease, and he was an actual toddler!

What was Uli feeding her children that they turned out this strong? Were all the village women using it? How on earth was every person in all of Ordon fully capable of throwing Legend over their shoulder?

It hadn’t happened yet, but Legend was on guard because it was only so much time before someone figured out it was possible, and it wasn’t as if he could fight them off.

He wasn’t jealous, definitely not. Not even when he saw Twilight carrying a mother goat across the village with an easy stride as he brought the nanny back to her pen. When he buried his face in his arms and sighed it wasn’t because he was remembering how much he had to tug and pull to move a basket of apples, no, it was just because the mere thought of carrying goats for the foreseeable future made him tired. Definitely.

But this strength was just an Ordon thing, right? It was totally just something that was common in Ordon, and Legend took comfort in that as he sat on the front porch of Uli and Rusl’s house and helped with the mending.

Even their blankets were heavy, what the heck?

But then Sky walked past.

And Sky was carrying a barrel, an entire barrel. One that swished and clunked with the sounds of grain filling it, and if the small trail of spilled seed that followed after the hero meant anything, then that thing was full.

Okay, so Skyloftians were strong too, no big deal.

Big deal.

Their entire visit to Ordon, helping to hide away animals and supplies before a local monster band stole them, was spent with Legend trying desperately to not be jealous as he watched everyone from Wind to Time lift and carry things that he couldn’t even knock over if he pushed against them.

It wasn’t even that most of thing things were heavy, it was just... he was weak.

Uli’s gaze when she’d figured out the truth had been surprised, eyes blown wide with shock as she watched as Legend, who’d opted to help indoors since he knew working outside would lead to him being more a burden than an aid, struggled to lift buckets of water to fill the wash basin. Dark brown eyes had followed him as he’s left the bucket outdoors and stomped inside, hissing and wheezing under his breath as he moved his attention to his bag and grabbed one of his power bracelets.

“Hun,” Uli’s soft country twang caught his attention as the woman drew close, concern filling her warm gaze. “Are ya’ feelin’ alright?”

And reputation or no, Legend’s Gran would have his hide on a hitching-post if he even so much as dropped his manners. There was something about country folk that was so inherently polite and welcoming, that even the salty vet couldn’t help but return with the same manners that his Gran had pounded into his head since childhood.

“Yes, ma’am.” Crimson trailed up his neck to blossom across his cheeks and shoot up his ears. He tried to ignore that Uli had a baby on one hip and a bushel of food on the other, breath contained and relaxes as she stood there, no hint of strain in her face or body language. His fingers trailed along the clasp of his power bracelet, shame building inside as he shuffled his feet.

You just can’t walk away when lady’s talking to you, especially if she’s being all polite like and just makin’ sure you’re okay.

“Are you injured?” The farm-wife pressed. “You were huffy something huge with that there bucket.”

And Legend would like nothing more than to sink into the earth as he glances over the full bucket of water that no matter how hard he tries, he just can’t lift. “I’m just not much of a farm-hand is all, ma’am. I’ll be right as rain in a tick, just needed to grab something I forgot.”

And while the look Uli gives him is a bright smile, he knows worry when he sees it peeking out of someone’s gaze. He tries to ignore that, instead turning back to the chores he’d been assigned and trying his hardest to ignore ethe fact that no one else was wearing power bracelets when they all came back for dinner that evening.

He’s not strong. So what? He can lift his sword well enough, and he can do most other things too when he wears the power bracelets.

Yes, he knows that Ravio warned him about not developing muscles if he relied on objects so much, but he’s never had time to work out or build any muscle mass, so when he needs it it’s a bit more important to just get his work done rather than hope he’ll develop it. He’s paying for that, and he knows it, but he can’t really help that he doesn’t have the time or space to really do anything about it.

Oh well, at least the others haven’t caught on.

Warriors hefts a huge rock over his shoulder and throws it, chuckling deep and loud as he smirks at the rancher. “Beat that!”

They’re clearing a road where an avalanche swept through and blocked off the main entrance to a local town. They’ve been at it for hours, and while Legend tries his hardest to be discreet by sticking to things he can actually lift, even if it does require his bracelets, the others have devolved into a contest to see who can throw stuff the furthest.

There’s nothing on the other side of the road except for the edge of a swamp, and even Legend has to admit that it’s ridiculously satisfying to hear each of the heavy stones go ‘plop’ as they land in the marsh.

Twilight smirks at the captain, all his sharp teeth on display as he hefts a rock that’s the size of Wild and easily bigger than half of the rest of the heroes. “Watch and learn, city boy.” Twilight grunts (well at least it took some effort) before throwing the boulder and watching with the rest of them as it soars through the air and lands with a dramatic ‘splosh’ in the middle of the swamp. Cheers erupt from the younger heroes, and a few even drop their own burdens to give a brief round of applause.

Warriors humphs shrewdly, gaze thin as he looks over at Twi, who only cocks a brow in challenge. “Anyone think they can beat that?”

Legend finds his gaze meeting Four’s swirling hazel, and they both quickly look away from the captain, both well aware that the biggest rocks they’ve lifted are maybe the sizes of their heads, and no where near the horrific loads that the taller heroes are tossing left and right.

“I’ll try!” Wild’s eyes are flashing as the kid clambers over the rock slide, eyes darting to and fro until they land on what has to be the biggest, most horrifically sized piece of rubble Legend has ever seen. The Champion beams, rolling his shoulders and cracking his knuckles briefly before taking the stone in both hands and lifting it over his head and throwing it.

The swam erupts in goop and several of their group yelp and have to dark back as smelly water sprinkles the edge of the path. Wild beams down from his perch on top of the pile, hands on his hips as he looks down at them. “Who dares challenge my strength?”

“How about you, Vet?” Warriors nudges him lightly, chuckling with a cocked brow. The man is just teasing, and he doesn’t mean any harm, but Legend finds himself irritated anyways. He doesn’t know what it is about Warriors, but the man gets under his skin entirely too easily.

“No thanks.” He grunts, hefting his own stone (so small in comparison) a bit higher and adjusting his grip as he walks over to the swamp.

Wild scrabbles around above, knocking stones aside and sending them rolling down towards the vet. Legend rolls his eyes, dodging quickly around a few and kicking some of the larger ones in the direction of the swamp.

He smiles to himself at the satisfying ‘plonk’ as each one hits the surface.

Four’s head aches and the next time they see Warriors they’re going to kick him in the shins.

The captain is good at planning, usually, but if his planning means that Four is waking up to stare around a vast room where people in red and black PJ suits are eating bananas because said plan went wrong, then they think they’re a bit justified in wanting to kick the captain.

They’d reach to rub their head, to adjust the headband that’s riding too low and letting their hair all hang in their eyes, but their hands are bound behind them, and they’re left huffing their breath and scrunching their nose in an effort to relive their irritation. Their mind is too wild to shake their head, but they let their eyes wander.

Legend’s violet gaze meets theirs, sharp fury bubbling below the surface as Legend sits across from them, hands bound behind him, a rope leading from his wrists to a hook in the wall that is definitely higher than either of the two of them can reach.

As unkind as it is, they breathe a sigh of relief to know they aren’t alone (even if being four people in one body technically means that they’re never alone as is). It’s...nice, having Legend around. They don’t know what it is, but the taller boy feels safe and that’s something that they, especially Red, fond comfort in.

But the fact that two of them are here means that Wars is getting both his shins kicked, fair is fair.

Legend squeaks in that harsh way he does when he’s angry, a poor and rather adorable attempt at a growl, but apparently, he’s unable to make any sort of guttural noise, so the squeak is the best he can do. “I am going to strangle Wars when we get back. Yiga? Seriously?”

They raise a brow. “Weren’t we fighting moblins?”

“And a Talus. Unless these guys have transformative rings, then someone messed up.” The vet grates out, but before he can try and unravel their situation any more, a masked face is shoved into the vets own, one of the pajama clad banana eater’s apparently trying to leer over the vet, breath strong and rank even behind his mask.

“So! The friends of the hero awake! You will call me Astorah! Leader of the Yiga and supreme priestess to Lord Ganon!”

“I’ll call you annoying and maybe alive if you let us go.” legend drawls, unimpressed. “Seriously lady, get your face of mine or I’ll knock it in.”

They smirk. Legend is as polite and well-mannered as can be around the country villages, but the minute he’s away from thick mountain drawls and country twang, the Vet becomes a sour and salty speaker who’s as likely to threaten you as o smile at you. It would almost be funny if they weren’t being held captive.

Astorah makes an indignant sound, hand shooting out to smack Legend across the face. The vet can’t do anything to stop it, and the blow sends his head swinging to the side, a faint grunt escaping as the self-declared priestess stands to her full height (she’s taller than either of them at any rate) and promptly orders her subordinates to see to it that the prisoners be brought to ‘the mountain’.

“The hero will be looking for his friends,” The pajama clad leader declares excitedly, hands rubbing together like a villain in a bad stage play. “So, let's help him out, shall we?”

The vet and smithy exchange a glance, each somewhat surprised at how... pathetic their opponent seems to be.

“Their screams should do the trick; all heroes listen to cries of help after all.” There’s a mad waver in her voice and the pitching is all wrong.

She’s delusional. Vio whispers, and the rest of them are inclined to agree.

Across from them, legend scowls as another red and black clad weirdo comes to grasp his binds, unhooking them from above as yet another does the same to Four.

Ideally, they would try and escape now, but legend only follows along slowly as Astorah leads them through the endless halls and up step after step, murmuring, laughing and shrieking loudly as she goes, hands fluttering and gestures erratic as Legend’s scowl grows more and more each minute.

It all seems rather pathetic, all thing considered, until another, larger, more intimidating individual stops them, voice harsh as it grates out something in a language neither hero can understand. Astorah protests and shrieks at the figure, but they disregard her and instead turn to the heroes.

“Put them back, screams echo within a cave far better than on a mountain top.”

Four’s stomach sinks. Being outside means being closer to escape, means finding the others easier and kicking Wars for landing the in a battle where two of their own had been captured by the enemy.

Legend seems to be of the same idea, his eyes flashing as he pulls at his bonds, tugging away from the guard holding onto him.

The oddly garbed enemy slaps him again, but Legend doesn’t seem to be affected, only pushing harder and biting towards the next hand that swings his way. Astorah pulls away with a light sob, shrieking when Legend’s teeth keep hold of her hand while the enemies around them erupt into action.

Fours unsure of what happens next, their head is still spinning, and quite honestly, they’re sure Hyrule will declare him concussed when they get back, but he does see blows being thrown Legend's way, blades being drawn as shouts echo around them.

There’s a dark of movement, and one of the enemies falls. Four stares in shock for half of a moment before turning their gaze to Legend, who, for all intents and purposes, looks half feral.

Blood stains the Vet’s bucked teeth and his hair swirls as he spins and ducks beneath blows. His hands are still bound tightly behind him, a rope trailing on the ground as Legend evades contact, yet somehow still manages to down another enemy.

Four would try and help, but their mind is spinning, their brain not yet up to date with what their eyes are seeing, that and they’re still bound themself, their arms are fastened behind them and they’re not even sure how Legend is managing to get blows in.

And the he sees.

The vet’s boot swings up to make contact with one of the jaws of the enemy.

Yiga. Wild had told them about them, the Yiga clan, people out for the hero’s blood. The word only comes to mind now, but they’d had to tune out of the battle for a brief moment to remember it. They’re brought back to it as the sound of an agonized scream breaks through the air, accompanied by the harsh snapping sound that Four knows too well from having broken their own bones.

Legend fights with his hands behind his back, kicking out like an angered horse and injuring any who step near. It’s impressive honestly, watching how blood spurts and bones crumple from the force of the vet’s blows, and all that without having use of his hands.

The Yiga back away, eventually leaving the room entirely as Legend squeaks out an angry Legend sound after them, before turning his attention to Four. Four says nothing, and it appear Legend thinks that that’s okay, because he darts towards the door they had been headed too, leading Four with nervous glances being thrown back over his shoulder every few minutes.

The mountain top they emerge onto is higher than Four expected, and they want nothing more than to snuggle down in the cozy parka Legend once leant him, but they have none of their items, and they’re lucky to even be out in one piece.

It takes a lot of work to climb down a mountain with their hands tied, but their fingers are too cold to make any good of the knots, and they manage in the end to climb down. They’re in the last legs when Four notices what looks like a small group of travelers below, and they can almost hear the singing of the Four Sword from them.

They’d dropped their blade in their battle, the very reason they were caught in the first blade. They’re not happy someone else touched it, but they are glad they didn’t leave it behind.

“Four,” Legend’s voice breaks them from their thoughts, and as they turn to face him, they find that Legend’s face is flushed, ears twitching nervously as he avoids their gaze. “Could you...not tell the others about all that?”

“About what?” They clamber down another stone, Legend still within sight as he trails down beside them.

“The...kicking.” Legend flushes. “I know you guys- most of them anyway- could have it handled better. I just, Wars is bad enough as is, I don’t need him bring up my lack of strength next time he decides he needs ammo to mess with me.” There’s a scowl on the vets features as he hops down and across and small hold in the mountain side. “I get it, I’m weak in comparison, they could probably have beheaded those guys with their bare hands, but mine fingers are shit o a good day and-”

Four doesn’t know if they actually figure something out or randomly spew words, but Legend’s eyes turn to them in surprise when the smithy stares down at him. “You do know most Hylia’s can’t do anything by kicking each other, right? I’m planning on kicking Wars when we get back, and the most it’ll do is bruise him.” Their voice is flat, but they let Viol take over, he always had the best endurance out of them when it came to rocky places anyways. “You kicked a man’s ribs in, Legend.”

And it’s not funny, it really isn’t, but they giggle, watching as Legend flushes before their eyes, and when the others trail up towards them, gazes curious and concerned, Four is laughing hysterically.

It could be the head wound, it could be Legend’s face, but the thought that Legend was able to kick a man's ribs in and hadn’t done so to any of them yet was both surprising and highly relieving for whatever reason, and it’s hilarious listening to Legend try and explain himself as the vet protests and struggles against the fact that apparently Hylian’s don’t usually have enough leg strength to kill people with.

Yes, people died back there. Yes, Four just watched them die. Maybe it’s Shadow’s influence, but Four can’t find that they're overly bothered. They are tired and injured and cold, and if they can laugh about something as ridiculous as Legend’s strange strength imbalance, then Hylia danggit they’re going to!

They never do kick Wars’ shins in, they giggle to hard at the thought that Legend doing so could actually break them, so they topple over before they can lift their feet.

#fluffics #linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe fic requests #lu legend #lu four #yiga clan #why does no one write a female yiga leader who's stupid?#it's fun #as a girl I can say we can be very dumb #and she is

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mymelancholiesblues · 3 years ago

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No, Mia isn’t "low-tier" compared to Ada (morally speaking, or w/e) – a measured answer?/essay

So, a couple of Ada haters tried to put up a false symmetry between both of these characters there on twitter, and it inspired me to put my own thoughts down in a more articulate essay as to why that's (Ada's somehow being morally worse than Mia) not sustained by canon in Resident Evil.

standing there, killing time

can't commit to anything but a crime

all the good girls go to hell

'cause even God herself has enemies

and once the water starts to rise

and heaven's out of sight

she'll want the Devil on her team. ⁕

First things first: let us debunk the false symmetry that they tried to establish between these two characters with extremely distinct archetypes – and worse, the following replies to this false symmetry and its poor arguments trying to validate it, pointing out that, in fact, no, character B (that would be Ada, btw) – which is so evidently and ridiculously different from character A (and that would be Mia) – is, in fact, WAY WORSE than character A, and then proceeding to assert some unsupported propositions about misogyny in Resident Evil (which, tbh, definitely IS a recurring problem in the franchise, but that in this case particularly, little or does not apply AT ALL) and how Ada contributes to "the perpetration of a biological cold war".

Starting with what differentiates Mia from Ada grotesquely: we know NOTHING of Ada's true alliances in RE's world. Mia, however, canonically worked for a group that participated in the importation and exportation as well as the manufacturing, testing and marketing of biological weapons: "The Connections", a CRIMINAL SYNDICATE which, amongst other things, was also involved in money laundering, assassinations as well as weapons and drug trafficking. I don't care at all about Mia, so I don't intend to waste much of my time going on about her role in the plot, but people should've already realized by just that much how infinitely dishonest is to try to put these two characters as "similar" ones, or argue that Ada is somehow worse.

Another detail that shouldn't escape anyone's attention too, are the origins and nationalities of both – and yes, I intend to briefly bring up racism against eastern-Asian looking characters (a silent plague that takes form by each passing day in all fiction fandoms) and anti-China xenophobia, but for now, hold this tea there just before I drop it: Mia is canonically American, and previously a Texas-state resident; meanwhile, we have no confirmation of Ada's nationality except for her pretty evident Chinese ancestry. But, as I said, hold it there for a while.

i) espionage — the job

red so silent

wait a minute

or just a little while.

what are you looking for? ⁕

At all times that Ada's "job" was brought up in this franchise, in ALL of her cameos, she has NEVER been called a mercenary in the original Japanese. She's always referred to as a SPY. Even in RE2R, the most recent title in which she's featured in, the original text of the game makes a point of labelling her as a SPY (and not a mercenary) in the dialogue that transpires between Annette and Leon.

It's the North-American translation and correspondent localization that now and then falls for the equivocal use of this other term. This distinction is important since espionage NECESSARILY implies operating in an organized service for, perhaps a country, or a political cause, or a class/group, or a corporation, or whatever. While a mercenary is someone who's acting per their self financial interests, indiscriminately selling their specialized "labour" and skills to anyone who'll offer more.

Ada's not a mercenary, she's a spy. But Mia, in addition to being hired to a canonically criminal company, was also the handler personally assigned to Eveline. I don't care how exactly Mia got in that predicament but the fact is: Mia was canonically employed by a company that profited over illicit activities and directly watched as a family was destroyed and toyed with by this new killing machine (Eve). Yet, we can't state for sure that we know to whom or to what Ada is truly affiliated with.

ii) sources — check them

who's a heretic now?

am I making sense?

how can you make it stick?

and I'm on a trial

waiting 'til the beat comes out. ⁕

This fandom should put a little more thought into which translation and localization of the game texts, dialogues and files they are using to support their arguments. I know that in some cases the United States people have a bit of an inclination to think of themselves as the owners of the planet and deem English as the only language that matters in this world, but let's not forget that RE is a Japanese franchise (wow, insane, right?!). Therefore, the most valid script, with the greatest amount of details, and highest credibility, is the Japanese original. Throughout these years, there have been several errors in translation and localization of the Japanese original to North-American English. And, believe me, curiously enough, plenty of those concern Ada, since she's often mentioned or referred to in a very vague way – without the use of pronouns or adjectives or adverbs that could help in indicating gender. This ended up causing those details and mentions to her to get overlooked, even though in the Japanese text it was a clear reference to her character (per observation of context).

iii) the good guys — one of

head in the dust

feet in the fire

labour on that midnight wire

listening for that angel choir

you got nowhere to run

careful son, you got dreamers plans

but it gets hard to stand. ⁕

Yes, as much as haters try to minimize it, it is SIGNIFICANT that Ada saved so many important characters and stood for unquestionably heroic actions in so many moments - like stopping everything she was doing so she could help completely random Chinese civilians with the helicopter she managed to pilot in that chaos in China (yeah, I know you haters love to forget about this, but it happened, it's there in canon, and no, it wasn't her direct OR indirect responsibility what was going on in China: REPLAY RE6 and for the love of GOD, never again argue that what she did was somehow "the equivalent of evacuating a city after selling a WMD to destroy that same city". It's a case of pure intellectual dishonesty to say such a thing. It's canon that Carla was the one who caused what happens in China, PLEASE, PLAY RE6).

Furthermore, Ada shows compassion on some occasions even for characters who are directly putting her in harms ways, like Annette (in RE2 OG, right after - in order to defend herself - she slaps Annette leading her to lose balance and collapse over the sewers fences, Ada makes an effort in trying to pull Annette back and prevent her from falling) and Carla.

Replay RE4 and pay attention to it, pay attention to her solo campaign: getting involved with Leon's journey in Spain hasn't brought any real benefit to her mission or herself: Ada deviates from her main path several times due to worrying about him and trying to help him and almost ends up dead in several of these occasions over her insistence in doing so: by saving him from Bitores Mendez, by helping him and Ashley against Sadler, by confronting Krauser and stopping him.

It's so lazy to only read/listen to a file in which she says in English that "Leon might be useful to her plans" (this is way more nuanced in the Japanese original of Ada's Report), and ignore everything that was SHOWN in the game: every effort she made to ensure that Leon could rescue Ashley, remove the parasite from his and her bodies, and escape from that hell-island.

The jet-ski she left for their escape was ALREADY there before she was captured by Sadler (or you think she arranged it while she was caught?). Leon having to intervene and save her from Sadler WASN'T her plan. It WASN'T her plan to take the sample from Leon's hands. She wanted to help him get out of there with Ashley and she guaranteed he could do so, she wanted to get the sample by herself and escape too while sending that hell to kingdom's come. But, because she chose to help Leon rescue Ashley right in front of Sadler, she ends up captured.

On her end, Mia never did anything minimally compared to that, and all of her "selflessness" or self-sacrificing actions involved a much, MUCH smaller scope than Ada's: wanting to help her husband and HERSELF is not at all comparable to saving a few dozens of unknown Chinese civilians. So no, they aren't "cut from the same cloth". They don't come from the same place, nor do they share the same intentions or goals, and their contributions to the RE storyline are quite different.

iv) unknown true purpose (shades of grey)

lining up in the background

waiting for the crowd shot to be seen

in the shadow of the big screen

everybody begs to be redeemed. ⁕

In databooks, Ada is recurrently described as "a Chinese spy with extraordinary physical abilities, vigorous health and composed mind and spirit, capable of coping with grim situations and handling even the most difficult requests without losing composure". If we are paying attention to the storytelling ingame, however, we know that this isn't always the case: Ada did let her mask of unswerving emotional and physical strength fall and showed a very fragile side under strenuous circumstances a couple of times already.

Also, in these databooks, they often point out that "she has her own 'true purpose' and has FREQUENTLY betrayed organizations and clients to achieve it". Huh, we can AGAIN, by this only, see how completely different she's from Mia, who personally watched an entire family being driven to insanity by Eveline's hand.

Furthermore, in these databooks, it's often said that "this true purpose is still obscure and whether she truly cared for anyone or simply used her charms to manipulate people that crossed paths with her isn't ever clear". If people are willing to be open-minded and exercise their text comprehension skills, though, they'll see that in multiple occasions of emotional confrontation it has been established time and time again that yes, Ada DOES care. She wasn't capable of shooting Leon and there has been a couple of other times that failing to choose a cool, sociopathic calculation and pragmatical demeanour over empathy and humanity towards others has put her in harms ways: nonetheless she still chose it.

v) positive impact

I'm gonna break the cycle

I'm gonna shake up the system

I'm gonna destroy my ego. ⁕

To this point, RE's plot systematically leads us to believe that Ada has been covertly acting behind the scenes of multiple biological incidents COLLECTING INFORMATION (the job of a spy, who would've thought! lmao), that is valuable to numerous organizations, companies, groups and different contexts, but at the same time of allegedly offering to handle this knowledge for the right price to the big players involved with bioterrorism and clandestine trading of bioweapons, she's also working to sabotage said players.

This is evident throughout the franchise: she intended to hurt Umbrella's business. She outwitted and deceived Wesker multiple times. She even undermined Simmons, someone who was in a position of power in the US government and actively using that position to lead bioterrorist ventures on the parallel side.

There's no concrete evidence or hint as to what she does with the information she collects, and for all purposes and effects, I can presume that she's gathering this knowledge to assist in the discovery of countermeasures and vaccination studies. I might as well argue that she is a Chinese spy who is working against European and North-American capitalism and the imperialism that creates such monsters like the biochemical and bioweapons industry and that her real objective is to dismantle the market for bioweapons and bioterror supported mainly by the USA (see: Simmons and The Family).

That is, as long as it is unclear what her true purpose is, I have the freedom to surmise whatever the heck I want and that all of what she's been doing was for the sake of the greater "good" - and I'll even have canon moments to support this reasoning as it's clear that she regularly sabotages her customers (customers that are unquestionably established as playing for the "evil" side, with perverse intentions) - throughout the franchise. She did this on RE2, RE4, RE6 and Damnation. It's there, transparent in canon, people just choose to ignore it.

She laughs in the face of whoever she's talking to by the end of Damnation, saying she doesn't intend to deliver the Plaga; she scoffs at Simmons; she betrays Wesker and kills Krauser. She had been sabotaging Wesker for so long, that he sent Krauser to be the main agent in the mission in Spain, and Ada was just a "side effect" that he didn't have in control and had to keep an eye on, so he ordered Krauser to keep tabs on her. It's not a mutually beneficial dynamic. Ada doesn't want Wesker to succeed, she despises him; this is clear in the games in which they interact. There are even files that indicate that she was trying to double-cross and get in the way of his plans for at least 2 years before Spain, and he was constantly catching up with her. See here and here.

On her end, Mia was employed by and consciously working for a criminal syndicate.

vi) a (secretly) helping hand

oh, I'm a master pretender

just felt more alone

the further I'd go

but I'll stick around

I'll be your master defender

yeah, I'll stick around. ⁕

Ada approached characters such as John Clemens and Luis Sera, and both had a canonical intention to, in addition to putting an end to their connections with the criminal companies and organizations they've been working for, also expose and denounce them for their crimes. It's in this context that Ada comes into contact with them. And why is that?

Check John's background: he had made up his mind about disclosing Umbrella's crimes to the public. Check Luis' background: Ada went to Spain to assist in his extradition since he feared for his own life if he resolved to turn his back on the cult of Los Illuminados, and also dreaded the consequences of the liberation of Las Plagas on an international scale.

Keep in mind that Ada handed over to Wesker a USELESS Plaga sample. Wesker only got the sample currently circulating in the underground market because he went after Krauser's body. We don't know what Ada did with the master Plaga sample she obtained. We only know from Ada's Report and the Plaga Recovery file that she didn't deliver it to Wesker, and he needed to go out for a plan B to get it.

Even the G-Virus sample that fell into the hands of the clandestine business, it's possible to argue that Ada's involvement in it was flimsy, since Simmons CANONICALLY made over a thousand laboratory tests in Sherry, and, as we know, he was a leading figure in bioterrorism and bioweapons trading with the aid of his position in the US government.

But, guess what, Ada clearly is a non-white character with obvious Chinese heritage and Mia is white, so of course, OF COURSE, someone can so nonchalantly affirm that Ada, this "vile bitch", is somehow WORSE than Mia. The same Mia who watched the Bakers being destroyed. Right.

Also: trying to validate one's point by claiming anything related to the misogyny present in RE franchise, while IN THE SAME BREATH AND TWEET reducing Ada's entire character arc to that of "a sociopathic bitch cured by the magic dick of her love interest" is supposed to be a joke, right? No, really. Joke.

conclusion and a word against misogyny

we are waiting on a telegram to

give us news of the fall

I am sorry to report

dear Paris is burning after all

we have taken to the streets

in open rejoice, revolting

we are dancing a black waltz

fair Paris is burning after all. ⁕

To any Ada fan that has been reading this so far: PLEASE, I ask to consider refraining to use the "oh yes, Ada did some bad shit, bUT" take to defend the character because that isn't sustained by canon in RE, lmao. She didn't do anything evil that had an indisputable bad impact on the plot and other characters arcs. For one, I myself do love some villains, but that isn't the case with Ada.

She did do some unconventional shit yes, since she's a morally GRAY character and an anti-heroine, but by the end of the day, each and every action of hers had a positive impact on the journey of other characters and main plot. Just pay attention to it.

Like idk man, Black Widow, Elektra Natchios, Scarlet Witch and Black Cat from Marvel, Catwoman from DC, Yennefer from The Witcher (some pop culture examples that come to mind).

Saying that this is an "extremely selfish prototypal bad bitch except when it comes to the magical redeeming dick of her love interest" it's a grotesque reduction of a complex female character, and, in its attempt to critique the misogyny present in RE's franchise an expression of misogyny in itself.

Remember: Ada has actions and impact on the franchise ASIDE and IN ADDITION to her romantic involvement with Leon.

#Resident Evil #Ada Wong #Leon x Ada #Ada x Leon #Aeon #Leon Kennedy #[mine]#[meta]#//#Aeon fandom

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Now Is All We Get (Bitney) - Veronica

Greetings! Here’s Part Two of the Bitney Parent Trap AU, another prequel before I start posting the main story. The first part was here, btw.

I tried to write this for the Holiday Challenge, and kind of broke my own rules for the title (which is, like the previous prequel, is taken from ABBA’s “Voulez-Vous”) but managed to use the following words: stocking, snowflake, gift, family, feast, lonely. This is also a gift to @artificialedith since she’d been such a good daughter and is writing Adorney. Also, by the way, this would never have gotten posted without her beta help. :)

Summary: Adore and Danny are 3 years old. It’s the first year they’re really into Christmas and their moms are determined to make it amazing for them, in spite of their marital tension.

***

Bianca opened the door to the party, looking around at a sea of unfamiliar faces. She felt a slight twinge in her belly, followed by a cascade of intrusive thoughts: Who are all these people? Where is Courtney? Why did I agree to come here? Why are we paying a babysitter for this? Why didn’t we show up together? Why-

Fortunately, her thoughts were interrupted by a warm voice cutting in.

��Bianca! So nice to see you again!”

She’d met Courtney’s gym buddy, Kameron, several times. The woman was nice enough—a rich divorcée who’d invited them to a big Fourth of July barbecue and then a Halloween festival, both family-friendly events where her kids seemed immediately taken with the twins. She couldn’t figure out her angle, though. What did she want with Courtney?

She had no logical reason to be suspicious. All the evidence pointed to her simply enjoying Courtney’s company, and being kind to her out of the goodness of her heart, especially once she found out that she had two young kids. But there was something about the way her fingers grazed Courtney’s spine when she greeted her, the way she laughed a little too hard at her jokes, that rubbed Bianca the wrong way.

It was pure paranoia. Bianca knew that, which was why she’d kept her damn mouth shut and played nice. Why she’d agreed to come here, after a long day of work, when she’d much rather have been home on the couch with her feet up.

“Thanks. Um, here, this is for you.” Bianca handed over the bottle of wine she’d picked up from Trader Joe’s, hoping it wasn’t too low-rent for the occasion. “Happy holidays.”

“Pinot! My favorite! Thank you,” Kameron said graciously. “Please, go get a drink, make yourself at home. And if you’re looking for your wife, I believe she’s holding court out back by the pool. No pun intended.”

“Got it.”

Bianca stopped by the bar in the luxurious sunken living room. She watched as a shirtless twink who looked about 14 years old poured her a signature cocktail, a sweet peppermint gin thing complete with a candy cane garnish. She then began to hunt for her wife, finding her perched on a lounge chair, batting her eyes at some guy. That twinge in her belly reared up again, which she tried to dull with a large swallow of her cocktail.

She walked closer, waiting a few uncomfortably long moments for Courtney to notice her.

“B! Hi, baby!” Courtney waved her over with a bright smile, taking her hand.

“Hi.” Bianca said, accepting a chaste kiss, unable to shake the feeling that she’d interrupted something.

“Bianca, this is Magnus. He’s a photographer, and he used to live in Sydney! Isn’t that crazy?”

“Wild,” Bianca agreed drily.

“I was just talking to your wife about setting up a photo shoot. A face like that deserves to be immortalized,” he said, adding a wink for good measure.

Courtney giggled, glowing in that usual way she did whenever people told her how beautiful she was. Which was often.

In the early days of her transition, Courtney had been understandably insecure. Navigating the complexities of the adult womanhood she’d been thrust into without a girlhood to prepare her. And Bianca had been more than happy to be her guide, her champion. Now, though, three years in, she’d fully blossomed into her most effervescent self, and seemed to need Bianca less and less. It made Bianca feel conflicted: as wonderful as it was to see her in her glory, she couldn’t help but miss the days when she was the center of Courtney’s world. When she was the one making her beam with compliments instead of literally every stranger she stumbled across.

The most annoying part was, they were all right. She’d always been beautiful, but these days, when she was feeling more herself than ever before…incandescent was the word that came to mind.

“Don’t I know it,” Bianca said, touching Courtney’s cheek gently. “Wars have been fought for less.”

Courtney turned towards her, eyes bright and soft, giving her that Look. The one that made Bianca’s heart melt, that made her feel like the only one on the planet, if only for a moment.

“Anyway, um…you have my card, right?” Magnus asked.

“Yes, thanks,” Courtney said, cuddling into Bianca’s side.

“I expect to hear from you soon, then.” He reached out to awkwardly pat Bianca on the shoulder. “And nice to meet you, too.”

“Mmhmm.”

Bianca watched him walk away, then cut her eyes back at Courtney.

“What?” she asked, lashes fluttering.

“That guy wanted to fuck you.”

“He did not!” Courtney laughed. “He was just being nice.”

“Yeah, exactly. Being nice, because he wanted to fuck you.”

“Well.” Courtney took a coy sip of her drink, fingers wrapping around Bianca’s arm. “He’s only human.”

Bianca pursed her lips, and Courtney burst into giggles again, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

***

“Courtney!” Bianca hissed, trying to find the balance between loud enough that her wife would hear her and not so loud that she’d wake the (finally) sleeping twins.

Courtney appeared in the doorway, apron on, a big cheery smile on her face. “Yes?”

“Are you done in there? I could really use some help,” Bianca said. They’d started together, carefully stuffing the kids’ stockings and taking bites of all the cookies they’d left before Courtney had fucked off to the kitchen to work on a “secret project.” Bianca couldn’t even begin to guess what that was about, but she could occasionally hear her voice, so she assumed it was some bullshit for her YouTube channel.

Now, Bianca had been wrapping presents by herself for over an hour, and the twinge in her back had grown to an ache, not to mention the pounding headache behind her eyes.

“Soon, promise,” Courtney said, tossing her a kiss and then disappearing again.

“Court-” Bianca groaned, covering her eyes with her hand, irritation rising. She was about to bark again when Courtney popped back out, striding towards her with a plate: cheese and crackers, hummus and grapes. In her other hand was a tall glass of water with a few lime slices and a little crushed ice, just the way Bianca liked. Her cross expression softened.

“Thought you might need a snack,” Courtney said. She knelt down beside Bianca to place the items on the floor. “Omigod, this looks amazing!”

“Thanks,” Bianca said, momentarily disarmed. “You think?”

“Yeah.” Courtney gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. “I promise I’ll be in to help in a few minutes. I’m almost done in there; I just want to clean up.”

“I guess I shouldn’t complain about that,” Bianca grumbled, taking a long sip of water.

Courtney gave her a wink and then rose to her feet. Bianca settled into a cross-legged position, cracking her neck, and then took a few bites of food, amazed at how immediately she felt better from something so simple. Fucking Courtney, how dare she know her so well.

It had been a rough year. Bianca had finally gotten a promotion at the costume shop, and in spite of more hours and more responsibility, the meager raise often made her wonder if it was really worth it. Just when they’d managed to scrape together the money to finally move from their miniscule one-bedroom apartment into a two-bedroom that was barely any bigger, Bianca’s fucking car had broken down, demolishing their pathetic savings account and piling up the credit card debt.

Courtney was as all over the place as usual. She tried, but none of her ventures ever seemed to pan out quite like she’d hoped. There was the ill-fated personal training business, which seemed like a good idea until she realized that she had less discipline than her clients, the fucking food truck disaster, and the yoga certification that she never seemed to finish. Bianca tried not to get mad at her, even when she wasted time on that futile YouTube hobby, reasoning that at least took the lion’s share of the childcare, including volunteering at the kids’ co-op preschool two days a week since Bianca couldn’t. It was hard not to be bitter sometimes, though, especially since Courtney was so much better at spending money than making it. And worse, she never seemed to share Bianca’s stress over their ever-increasing debt, blithely chirping that it would all eventually work out.

It wasn’t their only disconnect. Courtney had a large and growing circle of friends, and the further along she got in her transition, the more Bianca worried that she’d be left behind. Her latest obsession was getting cosmetic surgery, specifically FFS, which Bianca found patently absurd. Any woman on the planet would kill to have her face, and she wanted to change it? Bianca couldn’t understand for the life of her.

She understood the bottom surgery, as impractically expensive as it was. She was prepared to save for it; had been ever since they’d first discussed it. But everything else seemed so shallow, and occasionally Bianca couldn’t help expressing it. To this day, their worst fight ever had been after Bianca had found a pamphlet for a Brazilian butt lift and asked her, ‘Do you want to be a woman, or a Barbie doll?’

In spite of the growing tension between them, they’d managed to come together to gather a pretty good showing under the tree, even with money as tight as it was. The twins were three this year, and finally seemed to understand what Christmas was about. The look of delight on their faces when they met Santa Claus at the Grove had been priceless; so much better than last year, when Danny had cried and Adore had given a skeptical scowl, both of them refusing to sit in his lap. (Of course, Courtney had immediately pointed out that this showed how smart they were, instinctually understanding what a bad idea it was to sit in a strange old man’s lap. But Bianca just wanted a damn picture to send to her parents, and this year, she’d finally gotten her wish.)

To save money, Courtney had scoured yard sales and second-hand stores, finding a bunch of gems like a huge collection of Duplo blocks, dinosaurs, some great wooden instruments, and a bookshelf that she’d repainted in rainbow colors and stuffed with books from library sales. Bianca had put her sewing skills to work, making them each a collection of plush animal friends and big boxes of dress-up clothes. She’d also spent way too much time on two items that were more for her and Courtney’s amusement: tiny little matching denim jackets with hand-painted designs on the back: a mermaid for Adore and rabbit for Danny.

Their big splurge was two brand-new balance bikes, which Bianca was currently trying to figure out how the fuck to wrap. She’d thankfully managed to put them both together earlier while Courtney had the kids at the park, or she’d be up Shit’s Creek without a paddle right now.

“Uh oh…B looks stressed everyone…”

Bianca looked up, mildly irritated to find Courtney’s phone camera pointing at her.

“Can you put the fucking camera away?” Bianca asked, the irritation that had been pushed away by her snacks now returning in spades.

“Do you hear that, everyone? It’s the spirit of Saint Nick himself!” Courtney circled Bianca on the floor, still filming, her voice teasing.

“I’m serious!” Bianca began to laugh in spite of herself, reaching toward Courtney to knock the phone out of her hands. “Turn it off, bitch!”

Courtney turned the phone around to face herself, an aghast expression on her face. “Do you hear the way she talks to me? Terrible…”

“Courtney!” With one final grunt, Bianca managed to get ahold of her wrist and pull her to the ground, both of them collapsing into a pile of giggles.

“Shh, you’re gonna wake the kids.”

“I’m seriously at the end of my rope here,” Bianca admitted. “My back is killing me, and-”

Courtney silenced her with a kiss, arms sliding around her neck. “You need to take a break. Go lie down. I’ll finish up here.”

“No, you don’t need to finish all by yourself. There’s still all these, and-”

“This tiny little pile?” Courtney asked. “I think I can manage. You did almost all of it.”

“You really don’t mind?” Bianca’s muscles screamed for relief, even though she knew it wasn’t quite fair.

“Not at all,” Courtney said, settling in and holding up Adore’s jacket with misty eyes, adding, “This is still the cutest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.”

Bianca laughed, nodding. “I hope she likes it. By the way, use the snowflake paper for her and the candy stripes for Danny. Much easier than making them read tags.”

“Aye aye, captain.”

***

Bianca inhaled, arms wrapping tighter around Courtney from behind. It was still dark, but Bianca could already hear the kids, their bare feet pattering on the wooden floors as they ran back and forth from their bedroom to peek at the tree. She knew they’d come busting in any minute, so she drank in the last few moments of peace.

She’d learned to value intimacy where she could get it, and this time of day, this pre-dawn respite from the world, was precious. Even when they were angry, even during the dry spells that happened more often than Bianca would like, they still slept this way: intertwined, limbs wrapped around each other, warmth from their bodies creating a perfect and slightly sweaty cocoon under the covers.

If Bianca ever had to choose one scent to experience exclusively for the rest of her life, she would answer without any hesitation whatsoever: Courtney’s hair. Sweet, fresh, vaguely citrusy, with traces of the rose perfume she occasionally used and the coconut oil she preferred as a moisturizer. Bianca could happily bury herself in that scent, and in fact did regularly, face pressed to the back of Courtney’s neck as she inhaled greedily.

She felt Courtney stir, shifting in her arms, and mere seconds later, their door flew open as two three-year-olds hopped up on Christmas adrenaline came crashing inside.

“Mum!” Adore yelled, taking a flying leap onto the bed while Danny bounced behind her. “Santa came!”

“He did?” Courtney asked, trying and failing to wrangle Adore under the covers.

Danny nodded vigorously. “There are so many presents, Mama,” he told Bianca, glittering hazel eyes the size of saucers.

“Wow, I guess we better go check it out, huh?” Courtney said, scooping a wriggling Adore up into her arms and rising from the bed.

Bianca let out an involuntary whimper at the loss of her body heat, then pulled a robe from the bedpost to wrap around herself. She took Danny’s hand and let him lead her into the living room to see the impressive haul Santa had left them.

Bianca settled onto the rug, watching the kids tear into their bounty like tiny little demons, eyes practically glowing with excitement. Courtney had ducked into the kitchen, hopefully to start the coffee maker, and when she came out, she caught Bianca’s eye, leaning on the door frame and mouthing, ‘Love you.’ Bianca tossed her a kiss in return.

“Mama! Look!” Adore screeched, waving a plastic T-rex in the air. Beside her, Danny hugged a box of Duplo bricks to his chest.

“Wow, that’s cool, baby girl. What’s that over there?”

Neither of them had spotted the bikes yet—Courtney must have used pieces of the boxes they came in to obscure their shapes.

“Oh, a big one!” Adore cried, jumping up and down, then tearing away some of the paper. “Oh! Oh! Oh!”

Bianca couldn’t help watching Courtney’s face, her delighted grin as she watched Adore grow more and more excited.

“Mummy! It’s a bike! For me!” Adore yelled, and Courtney sank to her knees to help her get it out of the packaging.

“Wow, are you gonna ride it later?” Courtney asked.

“Yes!” Adore threw her chubby arms around Courtney’s neck and squeezed her tight.

“Dory got a bike?” Danny asked.

“She did. Do you think maybe you got one too?” Courtney asked him, pointing to the big package with his bike, on the other side of the tree.

He ran towards it, tripping a little before peeling off the candy-striped paper to see the bright blue bike underneath. After obsessing for way too long about what color bikes to get each of them so as not to be “reductive,” they’d settled on blue for Danny and green for Adore, also buying sparkly silver streamers for the handlebars and a large number of multicolored decals so that the kids could personalize them.

Danny bounced on the balls of his feet, squealing, “I got a bike too!”

“Wow, you guys both must have been very good this year,” Bianca said, yawning.

“Are you sleepy, Mama?” Danny asked, carrying an unwrapped present over and plunking himself down in her lap.

“I am. Mum and I had to stay up late to make sure Santa got in okay. You know, since we don’t have a chimney.”

“So how did he get in?” Adore asked, suddenly interested.

“Through the window,” Bianca replied.

“Did you see Santa?” Danny asked, mouth falling open.

“No, we uh…we went to bed when we heard the sleighbells,” she said, now enjoying herself. She caught the tail end of an eye roll from Courtney and winked.

“Mum, what’s this present?” Adore asked. She’d found a gift that was in neither snowflakes nor candy stripes: a silver box with a red bow.

“I don’t know. Is there a card?” Courtney asked.

“Umm…” Adore looked at the letters on the tag, brow furrowed.

“C-O-U-R,” Danny began, leaning forward, then exclaimed, “It’s for you, Mum!”

“For me? But who could it be from?” Courtney asked, eyes widening dramatically.

“B-I-A-”

“It’s from Mama!” cried Adore.

“What could Mama have gotten for me?” Courtney asked, lifting the lid off the box.

“It looks like clothes,” Adore said, disappointment clear in her voice.

“Yeah, it looks like…” Courtney lifted the garment out of the tissue paper.

Knowing how tight money was, they’d agreed on a very low dollar amount for gifts for each other. Bianca had used materials from work to create a short, ruby-red, hand-beaded cocktail dress. She’d worked on the beading on her lunch breaks for weeks. She could see, from the way Courtney ran her finger along the edge, that she knew how much work went into it.

When Courtney chose her own clothes, she veered towards soft, organic colors like neutrals and pastels. But it was no secret that Bianca loved her in red, and that dress would fit her like a glove.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it. It’s absolutely beautiful,” Courtney breathed. “Thank you.”

Bianca smiled. Danny was still curled in her lap, and she rested a cheek on top of his head, hugging him close. She saw Courtney whisper something into Adore’s ear, and Adore sprang to her feet, then ran to the shelf where they’d hung their stockings. She reached into Bianca’s and pulled out a small jewelry box, then skipped over to present it to her with a flourish.

“Why, thank you,” Bianca said, pressing a wet kiss to Adore’s cheek.

“It’s from Mummy.”

“Ahh.” Bianca carefully unwrapped the holly-covered paper, letting Danny pull it off, and then opening the jewelry box. Inside was an antique polished-brass locket—no doubt a find from one of Courtney’s garage sale adventures. She opened the little latch to see two brand-new pictures of Adore and Danny. She looked up, a smile tugging at her lips, looking into Courtney’s eyes. “It’s perfect.”

Courtney smiled back. A tender moment, which was then interrupted by Adore finding another dinosaur and screeching with joy.

A half hour later, the floor was littered with wrapping paper and ribbons and toys of all shapes and sizes—and both kids were passed out. Danny, with his head in Bianca’s lap, and Adore face-down on the carpet.

“They’re like tiny little alcoholics,” Bianca commented, carrying Danny to the sofa, and Courtney laughed. “Jesus Christ, what a mess. Can you grab me a couple of garbage bags?”

“Sure.”

By the time Bianca got Adore onto the sofa and both kids covered, Courtney was back with the bags. She handed them off to Bianca and then said, “I’m gonna go put breakfast together.”

“Convenient,” Bianca mumbled, shoving a bunch of wrapping paper into the bag.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” Bianca said louder, shaking her head. It was typical, for Courtney to skip off and do something she found fun just when it was time to clean.

She continued to toss away the paper and straighten up the toys, putting books on the shelf and attempting to save any especially nice ribbons and bows. By the time she finished, she’d worked herself into quite a lather over always being the one to clean. It was that moment when Courtney came sailing in, holding a huge tray of breakfast food along with more coffee, and two little mugs of hot cocoa for the kids.

“What is all this?” Bianca asked, slightly amazed at the feast she was setting down on the table. She figured that ‘breakfast’ would be some cereal, maybe toaster waffles if she was feeling really ambitious.

“Charlene needed to clean everything out before they shut down, so she gave me the rest of the croissants and cinnamon rolls,” Courtney said. So it seemed that Courtney’s tendency to make friends with everyone in the neighborhood had paid off. “And I made those veggie frittatas last night. Cute, right?”

They were super cute, little mini frittatas the size of cupcakes. There was also a plate of veggie bacon, and some bowls of what looked like-

“Is that banana pudding?” Bianca asked.

“Yup! It’s still your favorite, right? I got the recipe from your sister.”

Bianca opened her mouth, then shut it again. She felt like an absolute asshole for assuming that Courtney was just fucking around to get out out cleaning when in fact she’d been doing all this.

“It’s still my favorite,” Bianca finally said. “This is…so sweet.”

Courtney gave her a bright smile, and then a gentle kiss, a brush against her lips. She was about to pull away when Bianca grabbed her, kissing her deeper, feeling her melt into her arms. She pressed their foreheads together, still holding her close, desperate to drink in the moment, to sear it into her memory so that the next time she started to get bitter and annoyed, she would think only of this.

Seeming to sense that she was feeling a little delicate, Courtney ran her fingers through Bianca’s hair, then cupped her face, placing a kiss to one corner of her mouth and then the other.

“Ewwwww!”

The sound of Adore groaning made them both laugh, breaking apart.

“What’s ‘ew’?” Courtney asked, one hand still stroking Bianca’s cheek.

“Kissing. Yuck.”

“Oh yeah? Oh yeah?” Courtney challenged, lifting her off the couch and giving both of her cheeks a combination of wet kisses and raspberries while she shrieked and giggled. The commotion caused Danny to wake up too, rubbing his eyes.

“Is it still Christmas?” he asked, looking disoriented, and Bianca slid onto the couch beside him to give him a hug, poor thing.

“It is, bunny. Are you ready to have the yummy breakfast that Mum made?”

“Okay,” he said, but made no move to get up, instead snuggling into Bianca’s side.

“Actually, I have one more surprise first,” Courtney said. She deposited a giggling Adore back onto the sofa and began to prance toward the front door.

“Where are you going? Can’t we eat first and then-”

“Two minutes! Don’t move!” she exclaimed.

Bianca yawned, shaking her head. “Just what do you think she’s up to?” she asked the kids.

“Something silly, probably,” said Adore.

“That’s a safe bet,” Bianca replied with a chuckle. She dropped a kiss to the top of Adore’s head, tucking her under her arm, both kids now snuggled up with her. Courtney better come back soon or they’d all fall asleep again…Bianca’s eyes felt heavy. She blinked a few times, each one longer than the last.

“Mama! It’s snowing!”

Bianca’s eyes popped open again at the sound of Adore’s voice.

“Pussycat, I don’t think-” Bianca began, then stopped. Because it did look like snowflakes falling just outside their living room window. Her brow furrowed. “What the fuck?”

“Oooh, you said the F word!” Danny cried triumphantly.

“How is it snowing? It’s seventy degrees outside,” Bianca said, wondering to herself more than the kids, as both of them ran excitedly to the window.

“It’s a Christmas miracle!” Adore proclaimed, clapping her hands.

“It’s bubbles,” Danny corrected her.

Danny, as it turned out, was right. Courtney had gotten ahold of one of the machines they used at shopping malls to make tiny bubbles for the illusion of snow. (How, Bianca had no idea. One of her friend-of-a-friend connections, she supposed.)

When Courtney sailed back through the front door a few minutes later, she pretended to know nothing about it, letting the kids show her the “snow” and feigning shock and awe. She picked Danny up so that he could stick his head out the window, trying to find the source of the bubbles.

Bianca shook her head, sitting down at the table. “Alright, can we get the show on the road?” she asked gruffly.

All three of them looked over at her, the kids both perfectly mimicking Courtney’s curious head tilt, and she softened a bit.

“It’s just…you know, it looks good,” she added.

Courtney grinned, depositing first Danny and then Adore into their booster seats and helping Bianca prepare plates for them before taking some food for herself. Bianca looked around at her little family, a strange sensation filling her chest.

“Are you having a good Christmas, Mama?” asked Danny, and Bianca ruffled his hair before smoothing it back down.

“I sure am, bunny. Are you?”

Danny nodded happily, kicking his heels against the booster seat like he always did when he was excited. “It’s my favorite day ever.”

“Mine too!” Adore agreed, not to be outdone by her brother. Bianca leaned over to give her a smooch right at the crown of her head.

“Mine too,” Courtney echoed.

Bianca caught her eyes, giving her a soft smile as she reached across the table to take her hand. She held it delicately, fingers curled around Courtney’s, and then mouthed, ‘I’m sorry.’

Courtney cocked her head, a slightly confused smile on her face. “Sorry for what, babe?”

Good question. Bianca opened her mouth to reply but then closed it again, shaking her head.

Of course she didn’t know that Bianca had been fuming as she cleaned, having a fight all in her own mind. But more than that, she knew very little of how much Bianca had been struggling lately.

So much of what Bianca felt was hard to put into words, and it was often easier to just…not. Not bother her wife with all of the concerns that she couldn’t articulate. Not bring her down, especially lately when she was so full of joy and loving life so much.

Bianca looked down. Why did she feel so utterly lonely when surrounded by her beautiful family? How could this distance exist between her and Courtney when so much love was also there? That, Bianca was sure of. Even now, Bianca could feel Courtney give her hand a squeeze, feel her beautiful eyes taking her in, seeing her in a way that nobody else ever had.

But she didn’t see everything. She couldn’t. Bianca aggressively swiped at a tear forming in the corner of her eye with the back of her free hand.

“B-”

“I’m sorry,” she repeated, taking a deep breath and getting herself under control.

Thankfully, the kids were too busy scarfing down their breakfast to notice her basically having a meltdown, and soon they pulled Courtney’s attention too. She helped Danny put jam on his croissant as Bianca finally took a bite of the banana pudding.

It tastes like home.

“Is it good?” Courtney asked, eyes back on her.

“It’s the best,” Bianca answered hoarsely, eyelashes wet with tears.

Courtney got up from her seat and slowly walked to her side, putting her arms around her and holding her tight. Even though she didn’t know the extent of the turmoil plaguing her, she clearly saw that something was wrong. Bianca swallowed down the lump in her throat, allowing herself to be held, protected, comforted. Courtney kissed the top of her head gently, as if she was one of the kids, and whispered, “I love you, B.”

“Love you too.”

“Merry Christmas,” she added, smiling brilliantly, radiating an almost blinding light.

Bianca basked in her light, letting it fill up all the darkest cracks, praying that it would be enough to save them all, worried that maybe it wouldn't.

“Merry Christmas, angel.”

#rpdr fanfiction #s6 #bianca del rio #courtney act #adore delano #bitney #trans character #kid fic #parent au #fluff #angst #holiday fic #fic challenge #parent trap au #adore is both twins #bitney parent trap #veronica

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straymackerel · 4 years ago

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Hello! Can I request #12 from the event prompt with Akutagawa? Congrats btw! 😊

akutagawa + zhaghzhagh || ژاقژاق (persian, n.) the uncontrollable chattering of teeth, due to rage or cold.

➽─{yayayay more akutagawa! i had an ✨awakening✨ after my last event ask for him teehee}─❥

Upon your assignment to the guerilla attack force, your friends in the Port Mafia gave you their solemn condolences. “Good luck,” they told you, smiles dropping as they heard the news. Their voices danced the line between nervous and sympathetic, too afraid to fully commit to either. Neither cautionary tales nor measures of advice were offered up; each and every one of you were already familiar with many a horror story of Akutagawa’s brutality. And for a mere rookie to join the fray? People ranked as low as yourselves had much to fear about the upper echelons. Your very promotion itself was counterintuitive, alarm-raising.

Naturally, your friends were quick to write you─the only one of the group who dared to rise the ranks─off and out of mind. Rumor has it they placed bets the same day you were put under the direct command of Akutagawa Ryunosuke. Rumor has it they were betting on how long you’d stay alive.

You were skeptical, as anyone who aspired to climb that high should be. You dismissed your colleagues’ concerns with a wave of a hand and a shake of the head, certain your fate was not a gruesome nor sealed one. More harrowing than the rumors of the Silent Rabid Dog were those concerning the very apex of the Mafia, the ringleader himself; surely, a man as merciless as Mori Ogai would never let such fabled recklessness run a command unit.

You were half right... and half wrong.

Akutagawa really was a loose cannon, as you soon found out. Though his fervent goal was to advance the Mafia, he often acted of his own accord, taking drastic measures to achieve his ends. His actions were fueled by both anger and irrational jealousy to boot, a most precarious combination in practice. You often felt as if you walked a tightrope around him, as if one wrong move might send you plummeting to the ground head first.

Akutagawa's homicidal tendencies were apparent as ever as he loomed over the lifeless corpse of a double agent one frosty morning. On the very outskirts of Yokohama, you stood in silence as he kicked the motionless figure, pushing it over with his foot. A frozen face of horror came to face the sky, vacant eyes staring into the gray bleakness of winter. Akutagawa’s disappointment was nearly tangible as the both of you confirmed what you hoped was not the case: this person is not our main target.

Shivering, you turned away from the body as it leaked the crimson essence of life, tainting the brilliant blanket of snow that dusted the ground. The crystals of ice bloomed a deadly hue at your feet, shades of red sweeping the floor. Akutagawa scoffed when his communicator went off, adjusting his cravat as the operator asked for a report.

“The target is heading north. The sole accomplice we stopped has nothing of value on them,” he replied, tone cold and detached. But you knew better than most that the look on his face was one of barely contained rage; you could feel his eyes boring holes into you, even with your back turned to him.

“Yes. No. I see,” he continued. Shifting under your thin jacket, you braced yourself for nearly certain chastisement. You tuned out the conversation, unable to keep listening. Your stance only wavered in its chill-induced tremble.

This job was supposed to be a short one, hence the appointment of only two Mafia members; you planned to be in and out instead of wandering the cold for hours. The enemy turned the tables on you, leading both you and Akutagawa on a wild goose chase, one you were unable to keep up with. You most definitely slowed down your commander like a dead weight chained to his legs, and you were undoubtedly certain he despised you for it. You knotted your fingers, tips icy cold and red. Worse than punishing you immediately, he seethed in undirected annoyance.

“Tch, they put us on standby,” Akutagawa said, shoving the communications device into his pocket. “After all the trouble we went through today.” You stiffened at the prospect of the two of you alone and without witness; if he really wanted to, he could have laid you to waste right then and there. Against your better judgment, not a single word of apology slipped through your lips. The stillness was deafening. It absolutely irked him.

“Hey, did you even hear me?” he asked incredulously, the crunching of snow behind you growing closer and closer. You flinched when he placed a heavy hand on your shoulder, whipping you around. “What’s the matter with you?”

Hands clenched, you withered under Akutagawa’s gaze, squeezing your eyes shut. You may have even prayed for an instant death. Your teeth chattered, clattering against themselves with each gust of wind that flew into you, quaking under pressure and frigidity. Even without your sight you felt the formless shroud of Rashomon surround you, poised to slice through your arms and legs. Its menacing presence grazed your sides as if eager to take a bite.

“I can’t have you blanking out on me first thing in the morning,” he said, voice ragged and husky. “Seriously, what’s your deal?” You felt the monster he called an overcoat rest atop of you, no longer scraping the surface. Only after a beat and a half did you dare to open your eyes a crack, curious of the way in which you might lose your life. When your eyes fluttered open, you went into shock.

Rashomon had itself wrapped around you, tightening around your torso as it was fashioned into the vague suggestion of another coat. You tried to blink it off, wondering if it was just your imagination. But the fabric laid against you like a blanket, and it was softer than you’d ever imagined the beast-like ability. You blinked at Akutagawa’s question, unsure of exactly how to answer.

“I–didn’t I mess everything up?” Your superior sighed at your response, easing back. Swaddling you in warmth, Rashomon finally settled in place on your shaking form.

“You really weren’t paying attention, were you?” he asked, frown deepening. You nodded slowly, tugging at the black fabric. “Jeez, what a piece of work,” he said. “Listen closely this time, okay? The guys over at headquarters ordered us to follow a group of decoys. Our real target was going the opposite way the entire time,” he explained, pausing to suppress a cough. “We were duped. And so was HQ.” The words took a moment to process in your mind. When they did, you nearly keeled over.

“Oh, thank god,” you breathed, having held your breath for much too long. You sighed your relief, your three words holding still in the air. Slackening, your body almost collapsed from how tensely you held yourself.

“Well, don’t sound so relieved about it,” he said, breaking the quietude. “Might I remind you of your performance today?” You clung to Rashomon even tighter, shame returning to mind. Having chosen the wrong time to celebrate, you knocked your feet together, straightening your posture once more.

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.” The two of you listened to the birds awaken from their slumber, chirping away as they celebrated the highly anticipated sunrise. As Akutagawa’s ability returned to you every last bit of heat that you lost, you thought to add one more thing.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Our enemies were well prepared this time,” Akutagawa said, pretending not to hear the last part you threw in. “The information we were fed led to severe understaffing, so even if our fugitive was among that group, nothing that happened was your fault alone.” Akutagawa turned to you, nodding his approval. “But if I see you running out of breath like that again─”

You nodded fervently, embarrassed. For a moment you felt Rashomon flicker, as if it was uncomfortable with being used in this way. Its startle even came close to tickling you. Akutagawa bristled at this realization, restraining himself from returning Rashomon to its proper place. You thought you heard his voice waver as he said:

“Also, do me a favor and wear more next time.”

#akutagawa ryunosuke #akutagawa x reader #akutagawa imagine #akutagawa oneshot #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bungou stray dogs fanfic #500 followers event

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angelatmidnight1 · 4 years ago

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hey there! so glad you're back, and happy new years btw!! idk if you're taking prompts atm so don't feel like you have to write this straight away (since you just posted a new fanfic anyway, and it was worth the wait as always), but i was thinking maybe you could write something with wattson and loba? because on this current season, loba is trying to be nicer to her, to kind of make up for the S5 accident, and i mean we love to see that character development lol. cheers!

A/N: Hi, happy (very late) New Years! I’ve actually picked up Loba as my secondary main, so I was really excited to write for both her and Wattson. This story is based on quest events from season 5 and onward, as well as the Legends’ dialogue mainly between Loba, Wattson, and Crypto (this video kind of shows the lines, but I couldn't find the one I originally watched). I was also inspired by a post from @thebliznet, which helped the story along a lot. Thank you for allowing me to mention your post and the blog! I hope this story is to your liking anon :). I had fun writing it.

Unleashing Your Inner Wolf- After Wattson’s accident, Loba has kept a watchful eye over her. This is especially true after Revenant has sworn to ruin the thief’s life. When the murderous simulacrum joined the Apex Games, Loba was hellbent on killing him herself. But, this wasn’t a job she had to do alone. Loba had all of the Legends wrapped around her fingers with the dirt she had on them, and she was pleased to have them at her disposal. The job was simple: find the artifacts she needed, locate Revenant’s source code, and end his miserable existence. So, when Wattson wandered into the building alone to retrieve an artifact, her plans literally went up in flames. Not only was she further away from what she wanted, someone nearly died, and it wasn’t the demonio. Loba secretly thanks the gods for Wattson’s recovery; the engineer has a harsher view of the world now, yes, but she’s alive. It was the first and last time that Loba would put someone in danger on her behalf. After having her as a teammate during a couple of games, Loba discovers some new, interesting information: Wattson spends a great deal of time speaking with Crypto. And, the thief finds their nervous, awkward interactions absolutely adorable. Loba decides to take the engineer under her wing to teach her the art of flirting. But first, she has to teach her the most important lesson out there: self love. Wattson finds her lessons a bit unorthodox, and is reluctant to open up. So, Loba’s first job is getting her to smile...and maybe laugh, too.

When Crypto fell on the battlefield, Loba was quick to toss her bracelet and teleport to his aid. She had a Guardian Angel backpack and there were fences set up within their hideout to deter an enemy push. She was just slipping her bracelet back on when someone else rounded the corner and ran over to the downed hacker. It was Wattson, who put her Interception Pylon in the center of the room to deny incoming projectiles. The engineer heard an angry “bloody hell” from the explosive expert outside, which made her grin inwardly. Natalie knelt down and rubbed her hands together to generate a charge. Unlike the rest of the Legends, the engineer revived her teammates by using her equipment like a defibrillator.

“Got you Tae J---ohhh…” Instead of pulling him up, Wattson accidentally dropped him back onto the floor, covering her mouth with both hands. Crypto landed with a heavy thump and a groan.

“Ugh, Natalie..” The hacker winced, prompting her to start the revive again, her mind still racing to finish her sentence.

“J...Joules and Watts are tied for my favorite units of measurements. And yours?” Natalie giggled nervously after she successfully pulled the man back onto his feet. She looked over her shoulder to see Loba staring at them like they each had two heads. But then, the enemy Bangalore shot at her through the window, giving the engineer and hacker a welcome distraction.

“...I’ll get better at this. I promise.” Wattson smiled and pushed a Phoenix Kit into Crypto’s hands. Crypto sighed and put the healing item to use, giving her a small smile of his own.

“Thank you, Natalie.” Tae Joon huddled in the corner of the room to stay out of enemy sights. This prompted Natalie to put another fence at the doorway that would lead to them. No one was going to get in and hurt her friend; not if she had something to say about it! So, when she heard someone approaching, Wattson immediately pointed her Mastiff at the door, ready to take down whoever managed to slip in. She yelped and fired at the thief when she stuck her head in; fortunately, there was no friendly fire allowed in the Games.

“Relax, it’s just me.” Loba frowned and walked further into the room. “The whole squad’s down and a wall of death is coming our way. We need to move.”

“Got it!” Wattson hopped to her feet and offered a hand to the hacker. Crypto reached up to take it but froze, looking over Natalie’s shoulder. For some reason, the thief was still looking at them. The engineer arched a brow and, since she didn’t see what he saw, she grabbed onto his hand anyway. “Let’s go, Crypto. Allons-y!”

Crypto stood without a word and followed the engineer out of the room. Wattson didn’t release his hand even when they were well inside the ring. The hacker cleared his throat and gave the woman’s hand a gentle, but urgent squeeze, and she promptly let go of him. But, since Loba was trailing behind them, she saw everything, and a knowing smirk graced her lips.

Loba found the engineer in her room after the match was over. Her high heels sounding throughout the hallway announced her arrival way before she did. So, by the time the thief sauntered to her doorway, Wattson was already facing her.

“Ah, there’s the little heart breaker in the making…” Loba grinned and leaned against the doorway with her arms crossed against her chest. The engineer furrowed her brows and pushed her organized clutter further back onto her desk.

“Huh? What’re you talking about?” Wattson appeared even more confused as she approached her. Loba glanced to the woman’s desk; besides the textbooks and random sticky notes everywhere, the thief didn’t see any obvious signs of a romantic rendezvous. No roses, no letters, and worse: no shiny trinkets.

“I used to think hand holding was a dying art. No more lingering touches, or a bat of the eye. Nowadays it’s just sloppy grabbing, a couple minutes of heavy breathing, and then...nothing.” Loba let out a wistful sigh as stood behind the younger woman, putting her hands on her shoulders. “It’s all quite dull, if you ask me. But then, I saw you and Crypto holding hands…”

The realization hit Wattson and her face turned pink. For a moment, she was at a loss for words, so the thief continued. “And it was so refreshing to see. It’s subtle. Innocent. And yet...intimate. Especially with the right person.”

Wattson hopped out of her chair and faced the thief, her pink face quickly turning red. “I...I didn’t...I wasn’t...he was injured!” She stammered, suddenly unable to meet Loba’s teasing gaze. “I only held his hand to make sure he was okay!”

“Oh, of course, beautiful. That’s kind of you..” Loba chuckled and stepped in front of her. She knelt down, “In fact, it was so kind that it must’ve stuck with him the whole time he watched you walk away~.”

Wattson looked up with a gasp and finally met her gaze. Her face grew even redder as she struggled to find her words again. “...Crypto and I...we--we’re just friends. That’s all. I’m sure he was just...um...w-watching my back. His drone is very useful on the battlefield.” She put a hand on the back of her neck; it was burning hot, just like her face.

Loba didn’t want the engineer to pass out on her, so she took a step back to give her some breathing room. “I can’t argue with you there. But...what do you think of him?” She tilted her head to the side and smiled. “He’s on the quieter side, I’ll have to admit. But he’s very handsome, no?”

“...Well..maybe...” Natalie toyed with the ends of her shirt as she looked to the corner of the room. There was a radio that Octane gave her a while back, and Loba caught her looking at it. This made the thief smirk again.

“Where’d you get that? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a radio like that before.” Loba strutted over to the little device and picked it up. Natalie perked up and hurried over to gently take it from her.

“Oh! Octavio gave this to me. He spray painted it using my favorite colors.” The engineer visibly relaxed and finally allowed herself to smile. Loba’s eyebrows rose and, grinning, she couldn’t help but to tease her again.

“Oh, so there’s two people vying for your affection. You like to have options.” Loba giggled when the engineer’s face turned a deeper shade of red. “I like how you think. There’s so many beautiful people out there...why limit yourself to one?”

“No! It isn’t like that, really!” Natalie insisted and put her radio back down so she didn’t drop it. “I mean...Octavio and Ta---er, Crypto, are attractive, yes. But I wouldn’t flirt with them! Because...well, I...don’t know how.”

Loba wanted to laugh, but this new bit of information surprised her. She arched a brow and crossed one leg over the other. “You don’t know how?”

“Well, I know how.” The engineer corrected herself and fiddled with her hair next. “But I don’t know what to say! Plus, I don’t want to make things awkward between us.”

Loba’s eyes softened; the engineer was too cute. “Aw, it’s alright, doll. A little harmless flirting every now and then doesn’t hurt anyone. Keeps things interesting, if you ask me.” She smirked, playfully nudging her side with her elbow. Natalie stiffened and pursed her lips.

“That’s easy for you to say. You flirt with everybody.” The engineer muttered, giving her a coy smile when Loba feigned offense.

“Oh, come on, I do not flirt with everyone. I’m very selective in who I choose. Not everyone is worth my time.” Loba fired back with a grin. It didn’t seem like she was winning the engineer over, so she decided to switch tactics. “I suppose you can say there’s a certain elegance to flirting. If you’d like, I’ll show you. Free of charge, of course.”

Wattson looked up at the woman skeptically. The engineer didn’t know her as well as some of her other friends, but she didn’t believe that she would steer her wrong. “Er..how do you propose to do that?”

Loba beamed at her and gestured to her closet with a manicured hand. “Put on your favorite outfit, then stop by my room.” She grinned and sauntered back out into the hallway. She looked over her shoulder and saw the uncertainty lingering in her eyes. She sighed, “Trust me, beautiful. I won’t embarrass you. I know just what you need to have whomever you like flocking over to you.”

“...Okay, Loba. I’ll be there in a moment.” Wattson smiled and waited for her to leave so that she could change clothes.

Natalie opted for a simple outfit with her favorite Nessie shirt and jeans. She stepped out of her room and closed the door behind her. Then, she wandered down the hall until she got to the thief’s room. She could hear music playing as she approached the door, and found the thief idly swaying to the beat when she stepped into the room.

Loba beckoned for the engineer to come closer, another smirk on her face. “Come on in. I don’t bite.” She snickered, her cocky smirk giving way to a small smile. “You look cute.”

“Merci. Um...so what will we be doing, exactly?” The engineer peeked behind Loba to see a pole in the corner of the room. She blinked; what on Earth was this woman planning?

“Well, before we work on making your special Legend fall for you, I think you could use a bit of a confidence boost.” Loba smiled and strode over to her pole, hooking an arm around it. “I’m going to teach you how to pole dance.”

Wattson’s eyes went as wide as dinner plates, and her face turned a bright shade of red. Loba immediately put up her hands.

“Hold on, it’s not what you think. I didn’t say you were stripping, nor does pole dancing have to involve it. This is about doing something fun, something that makes you feel sexy. Because when you feel good, you look good. And others notice it too…” Loba smiled at her hopefully and extended a hand. “Won’t you give it a try, love? If at any point you don’t like it, we stop. Simple as that.”

“Umm...a-alright…” Natalie blushed even more as she took the thief’s hand. Loba beamed excitedly and led her to the pole.

“Wonderful. Now, let’s just set the mood.” Loba had the best wireless speakers that a thief could get their hands on, and she switched the current song to something slower.

“Mmm, there we go. So! The first thing you want to do is take your dominant hand, and reach high above your head.” Loba demonstrated what Natalie needed to do on the opposite side of the pole. “Then you want to...ah, hold on.” She let go of her side of the pole and walked behind the engineer. “Make sure your shoulders are down and back, like this…”

Loba took her shoulders and gently maneuvered them in the correct position. Her nails gently brushed against them as she drew back, causing the younger woman to squeak and flinch. The thief looked down at her with an arched brow. “...What?”

“Pardon (Sorry), Loba! It’s just...your nails are long, and that tickled a bit.” Natalie smiled sheepishly and rolled her shoulders. Loba chuckled and stood behind her again.

“Oh, not a problem.” The thief put her shoulders in the correct position one more time; then, smirking, she stood back in front of her to continue the lesson. “There we go, perfect. Next, you want to stand on your toes, and take three steps with the leg closest to the pole. So, like this…”

Loba walked Wattson through the rest of the steps for a basic, fireman spin. The engineer caught on quickly but, although she was performing the moves correctly, her overall movement was pretty stiff. It didn’t help that Octane wandered down the hallway, drawn to the music, and curiously poked his head in the room. He wasn’t wearing his usual mask and was eating a candy bar; but, when he saw Natalie pole dancing, his jaw dropped...along with his snack. Thankfully, Natalie didn’t notice him because of the music and her focus; Loba, on the other hand, heard the sound and she glanced at the door. She narrowed her eyes at the daredevil, mouthing ‘get out, or you’re dead.’ She grabbed her staff and pointed it at him to show that she wasn’t messing around. Octane held up his hands and, nudging the candy bar back towards him with his leg, he picked it up and took off down the hall. After a few more spins, Wattson stood up straight and looked up at the thief.

“Loba? Did I do it right?” Natalie panted a bit and rubbed the back of her neck. Loba turned back around; the engineer got the moves down to a T, but there was still something missing. She looked so shy, so unsure of herself...and, perking up, Loba knew exactly what she needed.

“You did, and I’m impressed. I don’t see many people catch on to this sort of thing so quickly.” She complimented, slowly making her way back to her side. Wattson re-assumed the position by the pole, assuming that they were going to practice again. The thief chuckled. “There is just one, tiny thing I think you need to do…”

Wattson looked up at her and stepped away from the pole. She was flattered by the compliment...but, the mischievous glint in the she-wolf’s eyes made her falter. “Okay...what is it?”

“...Smile.” Loba grinned and latched her hand onto her hip, giving it a quick squeeze. Wattson yelped and lurched away from her hand, but Loba was quick to close the distance. When the engineer pushed her hand off of one hip, she just squeezed the other one instead. Loba already had her laughing before she even pinned her down onto the mattress behind her.

“Nohohohohoh! Nohohohoh Lohohohohba, dohohohn’t!” Natale panicked and tried to roll away from the she-wolf. She arched her back when Loba’s manicured nails found her sides, giggling loudly. “DohohoHOHOHOHN’T!”

“Don’t what?” Loba grinned and gently poked at her belly, tracing five manicured nails up and down her torso. Wattson’s giggles picked up to laughter and she bucked her hips.

“DOHOHOohohohohn’t tihihihckle mehehehehehe!” The engineer squeaked and struggled harder when the thief slipped her hand underneath her shirt, clawing at her bare stomach. “LOHOHOHOHBAHAHA!”

“Oh, that tickles? I had no idea.” Loba smirked and lifted her shirt up to give her better access to her stomach. She slowed her tickles to gentle, featherlight strokes along her tummy. This still made the engineer laugh, but not quite as hard. “Why didn’t you tell me you were ticklish before? That would’ve made things much easier.”

Natalie giggled uncontrollably and sucked in her belly to try and escape the tickles. Not only did it fail, but Loba kept up the slow, teasing pace, which sent ticklish shivers up her spine. “N-Nohohohohohoh ihhihiht wohohohohuhuhldn’t!” She tittered, another laugh escaping her as the thief gave her hips another squeeze.

“Yes it would!” Loba snickered, kneading her thumbs into the woman’s hip bones. Wattson squealed and bucked her hips, but Loba didn’t let go of them. “A smile can bring even the hardest of men, and women, to their knees, falling for you...”

The color came rushing back to Wattson’s face as she squirmed in the she-wolf’s iron-hold, giggling. “Okahahahay! Okahahahay I’ll smhihihihle MOHOHOHOHRE!” Natalie shrieked and laughed when Loba’s fingers scribbled back into her stomach. “STAHAHAHAHAH!”

“Oho, yes. You certainly will be smiling more...” Loba teased and swiped her nails from one side of her tummy to the next. She laughed at the squeal it produced, which only encouraged her to tickle faster. “You’re stuck with the big bad wolf, and she’s going to tickle you to pieces~.”

Wattson fell into a deeper fit of laughter and increased her efforts to escape. The thief’s fingers strayed away from her stomach and scritched to her lowermost ribs. Natalie’s eyes widened and her laughter went up a few pitches as she rocked side to side. “NOHOHOHOHOH! PLEHEHEHEAHAHSE DOHOHOHOHN’T!” She begged, pulling at her trapped arms repeatedly. Loba had her arms pinned underneath her thighs and despite all of her struggling, they didn’t move an inch. “LOHOHOHOBAHAHA NOHOHAHAHAHAHA!”

Loba raised a brow and grinned, suddenly swiping her nails up the entire length of her ribs. Natalie squeaked and arched her back, causing the thief to giggle. “I think this is a good spot..” She purred, resting her hands back onto her lowermost ribs. She kneaded in between the bones and moved up her ribcage. The engineer kicked her legs against the bed and laughed louder, which made the thief smirk. “Aw, does that tickle? That looks like it tickles so much..”

Wattson turned crimson at the teasing and she shook her head, filling up the room with her laughter. Her laughter was so infectious that Loba laughed along with her, poking her fingers into her uppermost ribs. “No?” She tilted her head to the side when Natalie shrieked and threw her head back, laughing. Then, grinning, the she-wolf leaned in and repeatedly tweaked those ribs. “Are you sure?”

Wattson shook her head even harder and whipped her body around, trying to avoid her long nails. When that didn’t work, she opted for attempting to buck Loba off of her...which also failed. So, the engineer continued to laugh herself silly and make futile attempts to escape. “NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I-I MEHEHEHAHAHAN--AH!” The thief leaned over and blew a raspberry onto her bare stomach. “DOHOHOHOHN’T DOHOHOHOH THAHAHT HAHAHAAHA!”

“Do what?” Loba chuckled and blew another raspberry, snickering when the engineer bucked her hips again. She blew another raspberry on a different spot on her stomach, and then another one somewhere else. She resumed wriggling her nails on her uppermost ribs while she continued blowing on her stomach, sending the engineer on a one-way trip to hysterics.

“THAHAHAHAHT!” Wattson screamed and shut her eyes tight, her laughter sounding squeakier each time Loba’s lips made contact with her stomach. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP THAHAHAHAHT! PLEHEHEHEHEAHAHAHSE!”

Loba paused, pretending to think, only to resume tickling the younger woman’s ribs and stomach. “Hmm, what if I don’t want to stop?” She hummed, swiping her fingers back down the length of her ribcage. The engineer yelped and snorted, making Loba giggle again. “What if I find it enjoyable to make you laugh so much?”

The thief eased up on the tickling so that Natalie could speak. Wattson’s laughter died down to giggles as Loba squeezed her sides and hips. “Iheheheheheheheh ahahahahalready ahaahahahaham!” She tittered, snickering as Loba stroked her nails up her torso. Loba wriggled her nails in slow, circular motions just underneath Natalie’s ribcage, causing her to jolt and giggle harder. “I’m ahahahahalrehehehady laahahahaughihihihng!”

“So you are. But, I think I can make you laugh a little bit more, no?” Loba smirked and tickled further up her ribcage. This time, she pressed her fingertips into the bones and kneaded each rib individually. Wattson’s eyes bugged out and she squealed, dissolving back into laughter.

“NOHOHOHOHOH! YOHOHOHU DOHOHOHN’T NEEHEHEHED TOHOHOHO!” The engineer yelled, kicking her legs out again as she laughed. She twisted her torso around, but Loba kept up with her struggling and focused on the most sensitive ribs. Her laughter and squirming grew more desperate by the second, and Loba took advantage of her adorable state to lower herself back towards her stomach. By the time Wattson noticed, it was too late; Loba took a deep breath and ducked her head down, blowing a raspberry right over her navel. Natalie shrieked and thrashed around violently, but this didn’t deter the she-wolf. “NAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHP! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP IHIHIHIHIHIHT!”

Loba was still blowing the raspberry as the engineer cackled out her demands; she made sure to empty her lungs. Then, instead of complying, she brushed her fingers against her uppermost ribs again while she blew another lung-emptying raspberry over her navel. By then, Wattson was howling with laughter. After a few more raspberries, Loba reached up further and burrowed her nails into her armpits, prompting a sudden shriek of desperate laughter.

“NONONOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHA! PAHAHAHAHAHS IHIHIHCI! PAHAHAHAHAHAS IHIHIHIHCI! (Not there! Not there!)” Natalie screamed and pulled at her arms as much as she could. Loba smirked widely and stopped tickling, but kept her nails pressed into the woman’s armpits.

“Well, well, well...look what I’ve found…” The thief purred, applying just a little bit of pressure to make her shiver and giggle. “This spot must be terribly ticklish, huh?” She slowly raked her nails back and forth where her armpits began, looking down at the engineer with a smile. “Call it woman’s intuition.”

Wattson sputtered and giggled heavily, teetering on the edge of laughter. She gave her arms another sharp pull, but it didn’t do anything to free them. When she didn’t respond with understandable words, the thief gave her armpits a quick scribble, making her shriek and laugh. “YEHEHEHEHS! Ihihihihiht tihihihckles! Sohohohohoh leheheheht mehehehe gohohohoh! Plehehehehease…” She pleaded, staring up at the thief with nervous, giggly anticipation.

Loba playfully tutted at her and shook her head. “Aw, Natalie. When have you ever known me to walk away from a gold mine?” She simpered, sneaking her hands underneath her arms and scratching away at her hollows.

Wattson screeched and burst out laughing, bucking against the mattress. The thief focused on the very center of each armpit, where the muscles split. Loba almost toppled over from how much Wattson was squirming; so, for a moment, she believed that the younger woman would somehow be able to free herself. So, keeping her fingers buried in her right armpit, the thief shifted her weight so that she could reach above her bed.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA LOHOHOHOHOHBAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHN!” Natalie cried out, squirming as far to the left as she could to try and get away from the intense sensation. “DOHOHOHOHOHN’T TIHIHIHIHCKLE THEHEHER--HEHEHEHEHY!”

While Wattson was laughing, Loba lifted up her left arm and slipped her wrist through a restraint above the bed frame. It was soft, black, and made out of nylon, but sturdy enough to keep her arm in place. The she-wolf stopped tickling to do the same thing to her right arm. Now, she had easy access to her armpits and torso. Loba settled back down onto her waist, making a dramatic show of wiggling her fingers in the air.

“There we go, much better.” The thief began, grinning as Natalie paled and tried to tug her wrists free from the newfound restraints. “Now there’s nothing in my way…” She whispered tauntingly, lowering her hands even closer to her exposed armpits. Wattson’s eyes were locked onto Loba’s wiggling nails and she squirmed, already giggling.

“Nohohohohoh wahahahait! WahahAHAHAHIT!” Natalie squeaked and jumped when Loba held her nails just inches from her armpits. The she-wolf cocked her head to the side and smirked at her.

“...Yes?” Loba chuckled, wiggling her fingers in the air again. She wasn’t even touching Wattson yet, but the engineer squealed and giggled harder the closer her fingers got.

“PLEHEHEHEAHASE STAHAHAHAHA!” Wattson yelled, her arms twitching from how much she was trying to pull them down. The phantom tickles caught up with her and she started laughing, making the thief laugh in turn.

“What? I’m not even touching you!” Loba giggled, barely pressing her fingertips to her armpits. The engineer screamed and bucked her hips; now, Loba was laughing almost as hard as she was. “Seriously? I don’t even have to do anything, do I? You’re too ticklish for your own good.” She smiled, letting her words hang in the air. Just when Wattson thought she was going to attack her armpits, the she-wolf switched gears and started stroking her sides.

Wattson shivered and wiggled, biting her lips to trap the giggles. Loba arched a brow at her and, grinning, she jabbed her fingers into her ribs. The engineer flinched and grinned widely, shaking with the laughter that she refused to let free.

“That’s not going to work, love…” Loba sang, rubbing her fingertips between the bones. Wattson gasped and let a few giggles slip out, but she was determined to hold out. Loba leaned in again and slowly started scratching her way up her ribcage. “I know you want to laugh. And, it would seem that I’m exceptionally good at making you laugh…” She continued teasing, causing the engineer to giggle even more. The thief continued tickling her ribs and even her stomach before finally descending on her armpits. Loba dug five wiggling nails into each armpit, causing Natalie to scream and cackle loudly.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHON LOHOHOHOHBA! AHAHAHARRÊHEHEHETE ÇAAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHARRÊHEHEHETE ÇAAHAHAHAHA! (Stop it! Stop it!)” Wattson shrieked and threw her body around, laughing harder when Loba tickled faster. Loba chuckled and jabbed her fingers into her armpits instead, making the engineer let out another cry of laughter.

“Sorry, beautiful. But I never did pick up on the language of love. You’ll have to translate for me..” Loba jeered, scribbling away along the poor woman’s armpits. Wattson tossed her head back again and shook with laughter. Any words that she tried to say were lost as she desperately tried to escape the woman’s devious nails. Loba kept up the tickling for a good five minutes before slowing the scribbling down to slow, gentle strokes. “You know what? There’s something I meant to ask you..” She remembered, slowing the tickling down even more so that the engineer could breathe and speak.

“...Whahahahahahahat?” Natalie panted and snickered, grateful for the small break, but still twitching from the residue tickles. Loba, since she noticed how especially ticklish her right armpit seemed to be, traced a nail just around that particular armpit.

“You know, all of this talk about flirting and charming others has got me wondering...who is it you have your eyes on?” The thief inquired, taking that same nail and poking it into her armpit at random intervals. Wattson snorted and pulled at her right arm, her cheeks reddening.

“I-I dohohohn’t hahahahave mhyhy ehehehehyes ohohohn ahahahanyoohohohne…” Natalie giggled; when the engineer looked up at her, there was skepticism written all over her face. And that one, lone finger poking into her armpit noticeably picked up speed. “I’m sehehehehrious! Lohohohohbahahaha plehehehehase!” She tried again, rolling her body to the side and frantically giggling.

“Aw, sweetie. I’ve been doing this sort of thing a long time. I can always tell when someone has a crush…” Loba purred, starting to poke all five of her fingers into that same armpit. Wattson yelped and turned her face into her shoulder, loud laughter mixing in with her giggles. In fact, she was giggling so loud that the thief had to speak up so that she could be heard. “Would you like to know what else I’m good at?”

“NOHOHohohohohohohohoh!” Natalie rejected and resumed kicking at the mattress. She was dangerously close to laughing; so, the thief positioned her free hand by the woman’s left armpit while continuing to tickle the right one.

“I’m also good at picking out lies…” Loba muttered with an evil grin, spidering her all ten of her nails against both of her armpits. Wattson started bucking her hips again, hysterical laughter filling up every last corner of the room.

“I’M NAHAHAHAHT LYHYHYHYING! AHAHAHAHAH I’M NAHAHAHAHAT!” Natalie argued, her trapped arms twitching in place as she fell deeper into hysterics. It didn’t matter how much she pulled or bucked; her arms stayed above her head, and Loba was having a blast tickling her super sensitive armpits. The thief decided to drag her nails along her outer left armpit while she continued tickling every inch of the right one. “PLEHEHEHAHASE LOHOHOHOBAHAHAHA I’M NAHAHT LHYHYHYINHG HAHAHAHA!”

“Yes you are! Just tell me who it is. I’ll keep it a secret.” Loba promised and, smiling, she flicked her nail against her left armpit. Wattson squirmed to the right and squeaked, so the thief did the same thing to the right armpit. She laughed when the engineer jumped to the opposite side, so she kept on alternating the pokes, amused by the little ‘dance’ she was doing.

“IT’S NOHOHOH OHOHOHOHNE HAHAHAHAHA!” Natalie insisted and shut her eyes, her laughter completely taking over her. “I DOHOHOHOHN’T HAHAHAHAVE A CRUHUHSHAHAHAHAHA!”

A small part of Loba believed her, but another part of her wanted to keep tickling just a bit longer. She could tell the engineer was reaching her limit, though, so she wanted to give her one last good tickling before she stopped. So, with a small sigh, Loba grabbed onto her right arm with her left hand. Then, with her right hand, she pressed her fingertips into her uppermost rib. Wattson arched her back and kept on giggling but, when she tried to pull her arm down again, it didn’t move at all. The restraints were already keeping her limbs still anyway, but Loba’s grip made it virtually impossible for her arm to have the slightest movement. Natalie froze as the panic seeped in.

“Last chance, beautiful. Tell me who you have the hots for, and I’ll stop.” Loba demanded, vibrating her fingers against the bone. Wattson shook her head and laughed, pleadingly looking into the she-wolf’s dark eyes. “If you don’t...well, let’s just say I’m sure you’ll come around…” She continued warning, smirking as she slowly inched toward her armpit. “So? Who’s that special Legend?”

Wattson breathed heavily, her body going rigid in anticipation of the incoming tickles. She kept her eyes on her just in case she decided to have mercy...but Loba wasn’t so easily swayed. The engineer scrambled to provide her a satisfactory answer, but she took too long, and the thief wasn’t a fan of waiting. Loba kept a firm grip on Natalie’s arm as she wriggled her nails into the right armpit, scribbling along the area where the muscles split.

The engineer thrashed in Loba’s grip, convulsing with laughter. She repeatedly shook her head and tried to get even the smallest bit of leverage on her arm, but the thief wasn’t having any of it. So, Natalie didn’t have a choice but to take the tickles and laugh her head off...which is exactly what she did.

“AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Wattson gave up on trying to speak and resumed laughing into her shoulder. “SAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“No can do, love. I gave you plenty of chances to come clean. And you didn’t take them.” Loba donned her best pitying voice as she fluttered her fingertips into her left armpit, now tickling both armpits. Wattson squeaked and scrunched her nose up from how hard she was laughing. “I told you what would happen…” She whispered, leaning over to resume blowing on the engineer’s stomach.

Wattson yelled one more time before her laughter became silent. She was too tired to struggle, so she laid limp as the she-wolf tickled her. Loba stopped the tickling altogether when she didn’t hear anymore laughter, reaching above the bed frame to undo her restraints. The engineer’s arms felt heavy as she finally brought them down, trembling and giggling.

“I’ll tehehehell yohohohu...I’ll tehehehell yohohohu..” Natalie gasped for air and sat up, pulling down her shirt and rubbing her arms together. Loba chuckled and shook her head, crawling off the bed to give her some space.

“No need, beautiful. I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough. And I’m sure whoever it is will love hearing you laugh just as much as I did.” She winked, giggling when the woman’s cheeks reddened. Loba strode away from her just to turn off the music. Then, she returned to the engineer and sat beside her. The thief’s expression became more serious and she turned to face her. “Mind if I give you some advice on pursuing this mystery lover of yours?” She quipped and offered her a smile...but, something about the way she asked made Wattson look up. And, when she did, the smile also disappeared.

“Yes? What is it, Loba?” Natalie put her hands in her lap and eyed her curiously. Loba sighed and stared at the wall for a moment before looking at the engineer.

“I haven’t always been honest with you. With anyone, really. Because after I lost my parents...well, I didn’t think any of that mattered anymore.” Loba admitted quietly, frowning for the first time in the time she and Wattson spent together. “I learned that the world is a cold, unforgiving place. And as long as I got what I wanted, nothing else mattered. I had to claw my way out of the slums to get where I am now, so if I broke someone’s heart or stole some old guy’s jewelry, so what? At the end of the day, I took care of myself. Because I didn’t have anyone to do it for me.” She sighed, putting one hand over the other as she remembered her parents. Wattson blinked and opened her mouth to speak, but the thief held up her hand.

“I don’t want you to feel bad for me, Natalie. I’m fine. I’m just...what I’m saying is that once the demonio joined the Games, I realized that I didn’t have to do everything by myself anymore. I lied to you, to everyone, to get what I wanted. And..I almost got you killed. I just want to tell you that no matter who you fall for, always take care of yourself first. And do it by yourself. That way, no one else gets hurt if things go south…” Loba affirmed, looking directly into the engineer’s eyes. “And if they’re dishonest with you, make sure you walk away.”

Wattson’s gaze didn’t falter as she looked up at the thief. She took on a serious expression, too. “You did what you did to avenge your family. I don’t blame you for that..” She answered firmly, which surprised the thief. Loba expected anger, rage even….but she got quite the opposite. “If Revenant did that to my family, I’d…” The engineer trailed off, suddenly getting louder, her eyes momentarily engulfed with fury. But then, she calmed down and sighed. “I don’t even want to say it. But, I also think that people can change for the better, if they want to. I’ve seen it myself.” A smile sprung onto Natalie’s face as she put her hand over Loba’s. “So no matter what you choose to do, Loba, I forgive you. You’re a part of the Legend-ary family now, for better or worse!” Natalie giggled and beamed up at the woman. Loba chuckled and patted her hand; she wasn’t the emotional type, but the engineer’s words made her heart feel warm.

“Thanks, Natalie. Now, it’s getting late. And I have some...things, I have to take care of. Why don’t you go break some more hearts and tell me about it tomorrow?” Loba quipped, pulling her hand free to poke Wattson’s sides. Wattson lurched away from her and laughed, hopping off of the bed.

“Okahahy...I’ll see you around, Loba!” Natalie smiled and bid the thief farewell, hurrying out of her room and down the hallway. Loba noticed the slight strut to her walk as she left, which made her heart swell with pride.

Aw, they grow up so fast…

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The Baker And Her Actor: part Viii [Three Weeks Come With Me?] prt 2 here (continues)

Parings: Chris Evans x Black!fem reader

Summary: You meet Chris Evans while making a house delivery for the Evans. He can’t get you off his mind and to be honest neither can you.

Warnings: profanity and sexual content (anal) but overall fluff.

Notes: I hope you guys enjoy! If you have any request be sure to send them my way!

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

*btw guys in this timeline it’s been about a year almost*

SMUTFUL SUNFUL ACTIVITIES TO CUM😏, see what I did there.

You shift in bed grumbling as your awaken prematurely, Chris not by your side.

You touch where he laid snugged into you last night, that area still warm with his body’s impression.

Chris was never one to sleep in late but you, you could sleep all day if someone didn’t wake you up.

But ever since you and Chris had turned your sleep overs into week-overs you’d become accustomed to waking up early .

You raise out of bed walking down the long hallway toward the kitchen where Chris would us usually be cooking breakfast or brewing coffee.

You peak in to find neither, maybe he’d gone on a run with dodger.

But you then turn dodger in his doggy bed curled up with his lion toy.

Strange.

“Hey boo boo, you seen bubba and Haneli?” You question dodger as if he responded

The biggest response you got from dodger was a tired tail wag.

“Alright I’ll find them myself.” You mutter

You walk back down the long hallway checking each room hoping to find your boyfriend.

You stop when you hear voices filling his office room.

Gotcha.

You listen in to his conversation. You knew it was wrong but what if it was something he didn’t want you to hear.

“I know, I know it’s press, but three weeks I can’t leave her like that. Not again.” Chris speaks to the other person on the line.

“I understand Chris but if you bring her this is gonna confirm a relationship. People brushed off the tmz scandal but this just screams we are together. Do you want people in y/n’s life like that.”

Megan.

You heard a loud sigh leave Chris. He was contemplating.

Chris loved your very much and he didn’t want to leave you for almost a month, again. “I’ll talk to her, it’s her decision ultimately. But know where I stand on it is final.” Chris says.

“Okay Chris, I’m just worried for her that’s all.” Megan sighs

“I thought you didn’t even like her?” Chris quips

Your heart sinks. You thought for the most part everyone in his circle liked you at least a little. You hadn’t necessarily met his family yet but he said he’d told them about you.

“I was skeptical at first but I can see she’s a good girl who cares about you, and I care about you so that’s all that matters.” Megan explains

“Thanks I’ll talk to her by tomorrow, gotta go.” Chris speaks hanging up.

“Talk to me about what?” You ask busting into the room finding a sleeping Haneli on the floor beside his feet.

“Uh morning babe I had no idea you were up.” Chris shakes rubbing the back of his neck.

You walk over to him sitting in his lap cupping his face and placing a warm kiss on his soft lips. “What were you talking about, I was listening the whole time.’ You explain. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.’ Chris says kissing your forehead. “Just- I’ve gotta go away for another press tour, the knives out one. And I don’t want to leave you but I have to go it’s work.” Chris explains head hung low.

You sigh . “ i don’t want you to go but I understand it’s work. You have to do it babe.”

“Well that’s just the thing, I do have to go but I’m wondering how my best girl would feel if I asked her to go with me.” Chris stated

You shoot him a perplexed look searching his eyes for any signs of doubt. None.

“Really?” You grinned ‘I mean I’m honored but who would take care of the bakery? And I wouldn’t want to smother you.”

Chris takes you small hands into his rubbing your smooth palms in a circular motion. “You wouldn’t smother me, maybe talk to your team about it. I don’t need an answer today.” Chris told

You sigh stepping off his lap allowing him to stand up, he places a smooth kiss onto your lips “Okay.” You whisper into the kiss.

It had been two days since Chris popped the question of the press tour onto you.

You thought about repeatedly, the only thing holding you back was the responsibility of the bakery and letting your team down.

“Kiara I really want to go but I’m afraid to leave you guys and the bakery unattended.” You lie

“Are you afraid to leave the bakery or your little bubble of reality and step into the shows of an A-list celebrities fuck toy?” Kiara sasses a grin plastered on her face.

You roll your eyes taking another sip of your homemade mijito. “For one, I’m not his fuck toy I’m his girlfriend, and that’s part of it as well but mostly the responsibility.

“Let me do it.” Kiara blurts

“Do you what?” You chuckle

“Watch the bakery, keep the crew in line.” Kiara advised ‘I promise I’ll make sure everything stays in check, I just want you to have fun and relax with your white chocolate side peice.

You giggle at her outrages description of Chris. “Why do you hate him so much, didn’t you use to be a fan.”

“Oh you know I love his fine ass, just have to tease him now that he’s my besties boyfriend. She jokes “how that’s five words I thought I’d never say.”

“Whatever!’You shout shoving her slightly. “Okay, I’m going to go. Please be good Kiara.

“When am I not?” She quips taking a long sip of her drink.

Lord please protect my bakery.

“You ready to go?” Chris says grabbing your suitcase as you search the room once more for anything missing.

“Yup, I believe so.” You assure

“Let’s get going don’t wanna be late.” Chris states

A black Escalade picks you and Chris up from his house driving you to the airport.

The tension was thick, not because you two were in a fight. Far from it, you were nervous about going on tour with him it would be an experience like no other.

You knew the moment you stepped out of this truck your life would never be the same, Chris new it too.

Chris rubbed sympathetic circles on the back of your palm attempting to calm you down.

You turn in his directions shooting him a soft small smile before burying your head into the crook of his neck.

“We are hear Mr. Evans.” The driver announces opening the trunk Begining to remove our bags.

You could physically hear your heartbeat now. If it beats any faster you were sure you’d be able to see it.

Flashing lights could be seen from your perhiperhal as they shouted Chris’s name over, and over again.

“Chris!”

“Chris look this way!”

“You look amazing!”

“Any news on the avengers movies!”

How could they shout these things when he hadn’t even stepped out of the shadows yet?

“Hey.” Chris speaks snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Hmm.” You hum eyes glued on his.

“I’m gonna get out first and open the door for you. Keep your head down and ignore them don’t say anything.” Chris instructs

You nod in agreement one hundred percent intended on following his instructions.

“Megan will meet us inside near security.”

“Secrurity.” You question

“Measures.” Chris tells quickly slipping out of the car causing the paps to go insane.

You suck in a deep breath tighten the rim around your hoodie slipping on your glasses.

Your eyes go wide when Chris opens the door for you. Immediately you take your hand in his as you both speed walk pass the crowd of paparazzi.

“Chris is this a girlfriend?”

“Ma’am what’s your name?”

“Is she pregnant?”

“Chris did you get her pregnant?”

“How long have you been seeing each other?”

Your eyes swell with tears, overwhelmed by the amount of obscured questions you and Chris were being asked.

Chris can feel the anxiety rushing over you, he pulls you closer to him tucking you into his side. “I’m right here, ignore them.” Chris says in an attempt to calm you down.

Finally you make it into the airport, security meeting you both at the door Megan by their side.

You clutch your chest taking serval deep breaths hoping yo ground your self from that horrifying experience.

“Hey it’s okay. I’m sorry.” Chris whispers pulling you in for a hug shielding you from the paparazzi that was still peaking in.

“Not your fault.” You stammer trying not to cry.

I hope this wasn’t all for nothing.

Finally you and Chris’s team de-board the private jet you flew into Los Angeles on.

The whole flight you were an anxious mess, all those pictures the paparazzi snapped of you were going to be on every news page seeing Chris was one of America’s golden boys.

You feel Chris squeeze your hand alerting you it was time to go. “Ready.”

“More than I’ll ever be, I guess.” You lie.

There was no amount of research or books that could prepare you for this.

Trust me you had looked it up.

How to deal with my boyfriend being famous.

My boyfriends famous help.

You even joined a redit to see if they could support you, but sadly not to many non-famous people are holding hands with people in the lime light.

Chris helps you down from the jets stairs guiding you into another black suv that you assumed was taking you to your hotel room.

Good. You just wanted to shower and sleep, and maybe when you woke up Chris wouldn’t be famous.

“So Chris you know you have the dinner with the cast tonight and tomorrow morning you have the meeting with Scarlett and her team as well as the golden globes administration for your award presentation.” Megan explains running down his lengthy itinerary.

You turn his way. “I didn’t know you had all that going on this early in.”

Before Chris’s lips could move to say a word Megan chimes in.

“Honey you didn’t think these three weeks were a paid vacation for you two, it’s not honey moon yet.” She snarls snickering looking back down at her phone.

You roll your eyes sinking deeper into your hoodie just wanting sleep and drift away to another galaxy at this point.

Chris leans into you. “I promise when I��m free it’ll be just you and me.” He whispers subtly nibbling at your ear moving down and placing a faint kiss on your lips.

You give in chuckling a bit feeling a familiar heat rushing to your core. There was another reason you so desperately wanted to get your hotel as soon as possible.

You were in awe as you arrived at the hotel room. Astound at how huge and classy it was. “Wow I’ve never been in any hotel even close to three stars let alone five.” You gasp

Chris loved seeing you smile it made his heart warm. He knew even now you didn’t have much, you struggled with the bakery and your rent this were some of the things he loved about you, your grind and determination. That was part of the reason he loved to spoil you, he had too much and wanted nothing more than to shower you with his luxury.

Chris sneaks up behind you scooping you up bridal style. “I knew you’d love it. Pick it out for you.” He says slowly kissing you.

You moan. “Did you?”

“Yeah, I did.” He said before tossing you on the giant California king bed.

You let out a loud school girl shriek.

“I actually wanted to talk to you about something.” Chris comments flopping down on top of you careful not to put his full body weight on you.

Giggling you manage. “what’s that?”

“Well when I’ve got my own thing going on I want you to have your own thing as well.”

You prop up on your elbows. “Like what, what do you have in mind?”

“Well, for example tomorrow I’m going to be gone practically all day so I thought I set you up a spa day and send you with sole money to go shopping.” Chris states rubbing the back of his neck.

It was obvious he was nervous. He loved spoiling you with special and sentimental gifts sometimes monetary gifts which you often hated but excepted them anyway. You hated feeling like his charity case but he always reassured that wasn’t the truth.

“Chris, am I your sugar baby or your girlfriend.” You snicker eyeing him

“I mean you could be both, I actually got you something. It’s already here.” Chris says jumping up jogging to the closet.

Moments later He comes out of the closet with a beautiful silk lavender lingerie set. “If you want to be my sugar baby so bad.”

You bite your lip running up to him attempting to grab the outfit. It dangled from his pointer finger as he raised his hand higher making you reach for it.

You stand on your tippy toes grabbing the outfit, not before he could steal a swift kiss and placing a lustful snack on your ass.

You gasp letting out a ‘pre-porno moan’ teasing him.

“Don’t keep me waiting rabbit.” Chris called.

“Don’t rush me daddy.”

Let’s just say that lingerie didn’t stay on for too long.

You wake up from your rough night, sore to say the least.

You shift in the luxurious hotel bed almost sinking with each twist and turn.

You didn’t even bother looking for Chris because you knew he’d be gone for a majority of the day.

You finally step out of bed letting your feet take in the cold tile floors. Naked your nipples immediately pierce with the cold atmosphere of the hotel room.

You quickly shuffle down the long hallway to the main area where you find a lovely decorated breakfast layout, a tray with a silk white robe and envelope your name signed on it.

You quickly open the letter popping a grape into your mouth.

Dear y/n,

I know I’ll be gone all today, but I still want you to have a amazing day. I’ve set up a spa and facial for you at 10:30 a.m, when that’s over the car will come and get you taking you to the mall, spend the money please, you deserve it.

Xoxo, Love daddy.

This man is so cheeky.

You couldn’t lie the letter mad your heart swell. Everything Chris did for you made your heart swell. If he asked you to marry him today you would definitely say yes.

Quickly you scarf down the assortments of food layed out in front of you. Seeing you were already naked you threw on the delicate rob rushing to the bathroom to at least brush your teeth and throw you hair into a pineapple.

You hear a knock on the door, “coming!” You shout tying the last loop around your pony.

You unlock the door, shocked to see three guest standing in front of you.

“Mrs. Evans, for a facial and body massage with hot rocks.” One lady says reading a roll call sheet

You liked the ring of the name ‘Mrs. Evans’ do you didn’t bother to correct them. “Um, yes just this way.” Opening the door wide enough for them to get through and set up.

You were giddy. This would be your first massage and you were more than ready.

Laying down on your face you immediately release a groan as they worked their magic molding your skin like fondant.

With every tug and push you felt your body getting looser and looser like gelo.

This man was definitely getting it tonight.

“Thank you so much!” You shout once more down the hall as the magicians leave your hotel room.

Changed and ready to go you still hadn’t looked inside the gifted envelope. You picked it up and definitely had weight to it.

You knew Chris loved you as you loved him but showering you in monetary gifts made you feel like a charity case.

But he insisted, so you grabbed the envelope putting your guilt aside so you could shop until you dropped.

Leaving the room your phone began to ring in your pocket.

“Baby!” You elated into the phone

“Hey, how was it?” You could feel him smiling through the phone

“Amazing, thank you so much Chris.” You rave

“You’re welcome, I know you needed a little ‘R&R.’ Chris comments

“I’m buying something for tonight.” You purr.

“Why’s that?”

“Don’t play with me, you know why.” You respond

“Actually I don’t could you be specific.” Chris begged

“I’m going to treat you tonight, I’m going to treat you so well tonight daddy.” You teased

You heard a low groan escape his lips. “Can’t wait.”

As of recent that word had been your superpower always making Chris weak.

“I know you can’t.’ I gotta go the cars here for me daddy.” You purr teasing him once more.

“Stop before I do something I regret.”

“Love to see you try.” You challenge quickly you hang up to heighten the suspense for tonight, you knew the moment Chris got back to the hotel he’d be all over you, but tonight was about him. Showing him how grateful you are.

At the mall you hit every store you could think off. Picking up shoes, clothes, bras, and makeup. But you were still fishing for the one outfit that would make Chris’s jaw drop.

That’s when you found it, modeling in the mirror calling your name. The bubble gum pink lace up would have him salivating just to touch. Not to mention the stripper heels you’d pair it with.

You immediately dash into the store practically ripping it off display, no need to try it on the buster the better.

You had a plan and you needed to put it into motion. “Hi, yes I’m ready to go now.” You speak your driver.

Getting to the hotel you drop all your bags off into the room, rushing to the phone to call room service. You knew Chris loved a good steak and potatoes so you went and ordered that, nothing for yourself because what you’d be having tonight was a different kind of meat.

You take a quick shower making sure to have you downstairs area squeaky clean, and to put the icing on the cake you took a special pill to enchane the night. Not that Chris wasn’t an enhancement enough, but you wanted to try something new.

The food came minutes before Chris walks through the door. “Honey?”

“I’m back here!” You call rushing to clean up and dispose of your little pink pill.

Please don’t get me pregnant tonight.

Rushing you shuffle out of the bathroom looking flawless as your robe covers the dirty secret beneath.

Maybe it was the site of seeing your boyfriend or it was pull doing what it said it was made to do, because you could already feel your cunt throbbing.

“Hey.” You say jumping into his arms.

“Someone missed me.” Chris jokes

Taking his hand you guide him to where his food and a bottle had been delivered. “More than you know.” You smirk.

He’s in for a treat tonight.

“Sit.” You say practically pushing him into the seat.

You wanted him to have all his energy for tonight.

You begin pouring him a drink. “So tell me about your day.” Slipping into his lap purposefully rubbing against his crotch

“Mhm, it was great lots of interviews. But not as good as I know tonight will be.” Chris smirks

“And what makes you so sure about tonight Mr. Evans?” You tease cutting up his steak forking one

“Because I always get what I want.” He speaks eyes dark and filled with lust. Even though your pussy was aching It wasn’t going to this easy for him tonight.

You lift the fork moving it toward his mouth, Chris opens letting you feed him. “Do you.”

“ I do.”

You continue feeding him in silence, your pussy leaked as you now straddled him while subtly grinding on his velvet pants feeling him grow hard.

“Fuck.” He moaned low through his chews

“I’ll be right back.” You whisper into his ear biting it

He lets you go but not before slapping your ass, hard.

Core leaking you run back toward the room, unboxing your heels slipping into them, twirling and walking back to Chris who was now finished with his plate.

“Done already?”

Chris’s eyes racked your body up and down knees almost buckling at how good you looked. He walked over to you completely ignoring your question scooping you up crashing his lips onto yours.

The pill was enhancing every touch. Your nipples were rock hard and your were pretty sure you had already came, twice.

Chris lips moved toward your sweet spot on your neck sucking on it getting a good grip with his lips.

“Yes!” You moan shaking.

Chris could feel your eruption unfolding, this was nothing like you’d ever done before but he wasn’t going to complain.

Pulling away, “I want tonight to be about you.”

Slipping off the counter your knees press into the cold tile, unbuckling his belt and pants ripping them down. Slowly peeling his boxer off to reveal a hard swollen cock.

“Fuck.” You moan at the sight it was so beautiful, slightly daydreaming about the times your juices dripped down his shaft.

You kiss his tip serval times lubercating it with your spit,swirling your tounge around it. “Yes, fuck y/n.” Chris moans leaning his head back in pleasure

“You like that daddy?” You ask teasing him knowing he wouldn’t respond mind to clouded with pleasure.

You plunge into his dick taking it deep into your mouth, gagging on every girthy inch. Making sure to be vocal and slurpy with every dirty suck.

Chris was in heaven feeling your warm lips contracting on his thick cock was sending him into orbit.

Chris reaches down pulling you off grabbing your neck. “I can’t take this.”

Chris takes you lifting you onto the counter practically slamming you down. “Fuck!” You shout

He forcefully spreads you shaken legs open revealing your throbbing swolllen slit. He waste no time devouring your pink bean sucking it like it was his last beverage.

You could barely function with this pleasure. Chris was always good with making you cum multiple times with head alone but this time, this time was different.

You arch your back tugging on his hair roughly grabbing anything to stabilize yourself. You were a moaning mess, legs shaking ferociously as you called out in please. “Oh yes, I’m going to cum- I’m gonna. Fuck!” You moan spilling juicing into his mouth.

“Come here, taste yourself.” Chris demands lust tracing his eyes.

You make your way to his lips sucking them dry tasting your sweet juices that flowed from his pink lips to his scruff beard.

“I want you to take me.” You whimper turning around poking your ass in the air. “Please.”

“Yes ma’am.” Chris obeys lining his hard tip up with your dripping cunt barely slipping in.

“Not there.” A breathy moan escaping your lips. You reach back gripping his shafting directing it to your right rose bud. “Here.” You moan.

You had never done anal but the mixture of the dirty kitten pill and the smell of gijn in the air was making you take risk.

Chris staled for a moment. This was his first time as well, all his past girlfriends had never been into anal he was practically salivating to feel your tightness.

“Chris.” You moan desperately

“Sorry.” He grunts slipping in with a surprising ease. You both release animalistic growls.

“Faster!” You moan as Chris grabs your arms pulling you further off the counter

He rolls his hips picking up his speed deepening the access in your bud.

You were on another planet, foggy eyesight tears streaming down your face in pleasure. “Oh my god!’ Oh my god!”

“You like that! Huh?” Chris shouts slapping your ass pounding deeper inside

“Yes please I love it!’ Give me your babies please Uh!”

As soon as you said it, the only sound the filled the room was his quickened pace as your skin slapped together echoing the walls around you.

You didn’t even care if he heard you or not you just wanted to take every inch of him. Swallow and hold him inside of you forever.

Chris flips you over pulling out and shoving his throbbing cock inside your pussy, immediately going to work.

“I fucking love you!” You moan staring into his ocean eyes that same chain mesmerizing you.

“I love you more!” Chris moans squeezing his eyes close as he releases into.

He pulls out as you rush on your knees to take his load on your face, he jerks off spreading his paint on your canvas.

Part II Here!

#chris evans #chris evans angst #chris evans fandom #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans imagine #chris evans x black ofc #chris evans x black reader #chris evans x poc!reader #chris evans x woc #chris evans x y/n

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andhereisthetea · 4 years ago

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Just finished Season 3

I have been watching She-Ra for the past seven days non-spot and I just finished season 3 and...

god

dammit

I am just....

UGH.

I want to talk about a lot of things after this, but I know I can’t just sandwich them in this post. I watched all three seasons in less time than I should have, I feel so damn conflicted right now about certain things, even if I spoiled myself about it before.

I spoiled myself about the whole Entrapta and Hordak arc, I watched gifsets and I saw your beautiful fan arts both in tumblr and twitter, but watching it, like... really watching it, it’s a whole different thing and now I feel both sad but also relieved I’m watching this after the show ended because 1) I am sad I didn’t experience things at the same time the fandom and most Entrapdak shippers did BUT 2) this would have made a mess of me, I get affected very easily with things like what I watched.

Ok, I have some things to say about the three seasons:

First... Entrapta.

There are some things I find refreshing and others that I don’t, I am not going to point it out in this post, also I can’t expect a lot from a family show.

The thing is... I feel they should have made up a backstory for Entrapta.

I understand the lore and the plot Crew-Ra focused into, but also I knew the Lore before the creation of this show, I feel there should have been a better way to explore more characters from Masters of the Universe.

Think about the complete mystery she is.

We knows most of the characters’ backstories, at least the most complex and important ones, we knows for example that Mermisa got her ruined kingdom from her father who was killed in the first battle against the Horde. We knows basically all the story of Bow’s family, we knows about Glimmer, about Scorpia, about Perfuma’s kingdom, about even Adora, Catra who was an orphaned, and also about Shadow Weaver.

But Entrapta? she is a complete damn mystery.

She is the Princess of Dryl, she designed the Crypto Castle, a literal labyrinth without sense, she is obsessed with First One’s tech since who knows how long, she isn’t an elemental princess but she can move her hair as if it were extra limbs and evn fight with it as a weapon, something that no other specie in the whole planet of Etheria can do, she has an intelligence even bigger than Tony Stark, nobody even talks about what happened to her parents, NOBODY, like they didn’t even existed and she popped up from nowhere and created her robotic parents herself. And even if her seeking for data and more and more progress and tech can be seen as a clear symptom her Autism (like autistic people focusing so much in something they can’t do anything else, I have that) or the fact she is looking for something else but not even her know what the hell is...

She knows or is implicit that she knows about the language of the First Ones, she understand their technology better than anyone else, also, her kingdom is the most advanced, they are considered to be in the industrial era compared to other kingdoms controlled by the elemental princesses. Where did all that technology knowledge, and also First One’s knowledge, came from? I don't think that in 20 years since she had reason and enough skill to be able to learn by herself Dryl has built all that; Dryl's kingdom had been working that way since before she was even born, so who told her? who taught her?

In addition to the fact that she has access to mining in her kingdom where she has been able to find who knows how much of the first one’s technology... right under her feet. The sole fact they put someone so important for the plot as a princess who has no runestone is just mysterious, she used the Black Garnet even better than Shadow Weaver, I can completely see her or someone before her doing the same with her own Runestone (which I picture as an Amethist btw).

I think they chose to put Entrapta’s possibilities of a backstory aside because, after seeing how the character became increasingly important and popular, they realized that once they had started to create her backstory and origins, they wouldn’t have been able to stop, and the central plot wasn’t about her at all, and is very likely that whatever idea of backstory they had about her would have been focused in the central plot.

For example (and call me crazy, I don't care) if they had said that she was the granddaughter or daughter of Keldor AKA Skeletor, I would have totally believed it.

The thing with that is... even though they chose for her an Etheria region, which in the original Lore was unimportant, everything to do with Entrapta in She-Ra becomes important immediately, but ultimately it would have distracted them from the central plot with Adora as She-Ra, and Horde Prime, who is the main villain they choose for the show.

For now I just want to imagine what could have been if she had more protagonism and wasn’t only the geek princess, she has so much potential and I haven’t seen a character so refreshing like her in long time.

Okay, I want to talk about the seasons I just watched while the information is still fresh inside my head.

One of the main things that frustrated me about the final season is how Crew-Ra COMPLETELY NAILED IT in making me hate Catra. They didn’t make her sympathetic, she is toxic and most of the time she remembered me people who I had to avoid in my personal life, so the natural reaction to all her actions is to dislike her, that is exactly what Crew-Ra wanted for us to feel.

But in some point it got to the point that if you tell me the character was unpredictable, it lost it a bit in the final episodes, she started to become predictable in her actions because as an impulsive person constantly in denial over her emotions and projecting her problems over everyone else, it was obvious she was going to go through a destructive path wanting for everyone to die together with herself because it wouldn’t have seen less like a suicide.

And as a self-centered character with tunnel vision over her purpose and actions, she was going to completely underestimate Entrapta and wasn’t going to understand why Hordak found her interesting, she would attribute everything to power and fight for positions just like SW taught her, instead of something as pure as friendship, in fact she might have know it, but she didn’t want to admit it, because to know that someone as hateful and intimidating as Lord Hordak suddenly has someone who loves him beyond that is just too much for her, who doesn’t understand and is hurt by the fact that Adora doesn’t love her back, but doesn’t want to change one bit for fear to lost the life that ironically she hates so much without Adora in it.

So of course she was gonna electrocute Entrapta and send her to Beast Island, and her impulsive decision was made out of pure fear over what she did not only to Entrapta, but to Hordak himself and what he might do to her when he finds out what she did, and no matter how much she wants to hide behind a curtain of falsehood, is a matter of time he realizes Entrapta is nowhere in Etheria to be seen.

She is a character who does not measure her actions until the consequences are so horrible that she runs away, because reality is too painful for her to even accept what she has done, also she usually thinks that EVERYONE thinks just like her, every one of her speeches about fake friendship, power and winning is just about how she sees the world work from her perspective, she has zero notions over someone’s else vision of the world.

That's one of the biggest reasons why I liked Adora in the last episode of the third season; Catra made a decision, her desire to win basically led her to condemn Entrapta to death, almost destroy the planet and ultimately kill Angella or worse. I have seen posts about people saying that Catra hasn’t killed anyone directly, but I am sorry, she did this season, and she lied about it to everyone and to herself, but Adora knows better.

Now, Hordak

God how I start with this.

Hordak, opposite to the original Lore of Masters of the Universe, is right now basically an alien version of Lucifer from John Milton’s Paradise Lost but with God being fucking evil.

Just like Lucifer, he wants to replicate his creator’s creation on Etheria, choosing to rule in hell rather than heaven, but unlike Lucifer, he stills has a connection with his creator and just like Catra, wants to satify his wished to conquer Etheria all by himself.

But unlike Horde Prime, he is in fact a good leader, and a logical one. He appreciates when his soldiers thinks by themselves and achieves their goals, unlike Prime, and he in fact doesn’t accept empty adulation, if you are good at something, you have to prove it, not to him, but to yourself.

So I just love how with every season they are adding more complexity to his whole being, and now they have added the emotional factor with Entrapta’s friendship and ultimately “betrayal”, I want to watch how this at first glance stoic character loses the shit out of his stoicism, even if I already knows what is going to happen. The fact he already got affected by Catra’s lies over Entrapta betraying him proves how far he has gone since Entrapta came to his life, if he was just impressed by Entrapta or wanted to use her, that wouldn’t have affected him that much, he already feels something for her, but he struggles to know what it is, and even if he denies it due to what just happened, he is still feeling it.

Which makes the anticipation to the discovery of Catra’s lies so much more painful.

Also, the fact he believed Catra, just like that, made me feel disappointed, but that is based on the complexity of the character and his self-loathing, he feels he doesn’t deserves friendship nor love; he is a defective clone after all, in his own mind he is imperfect and she is the complete opposite of that, so believing it is easy, but that doesn’t make it less painful, and that is what I am sure Hordak will realize ultimately.

I don’t know how long will took me to watch the season 4, but I know is worth the effort if I want to see Entrapta and Hordak together again, I love them, they are pure brain and incredible refreshing to watch, and the affection they feel for each other is obvious, one of the most bittersweet scenes for me was when Entrapta remembered Hordak due to the trio saying his name, her suddenly quiet behavior and calmed and painful smiled was so unlikely of her that one has to admit something more is going on, also her choice of language, “I had a lab partner”, not “I have”, gives a sense of sadness to the whole scene that broke my damn heart.

I will tag you guys @cruelfeline @ineffablelabpartners @etherian-affairs because I want to know your opinions about this, I never thought Entrapdak was gonna affect me that way, in fact I never expected to ship them at all, but here we are, dying for them and I just can’t escape.

#season 3 #s3 #spop #shera #shera3 #entrapta #hordak #catra #meta #mypost #entrapdak

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darksaphire2002 · 5 years ago

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👅: top 5 kinks/turn ons 🍀: do you have good luck, bad luck, no luck at all, or do you make your own 🛍: favorite store(s) [online//physical] 🧸: your main/favorite toy growing up, why 🚬: bad habit you want to break 🎮: the greatest time you had playing a video game 👹: 6 things someone would put in a pentagram to summon you 😱: biggest fears

Oh my... okay, here we go lol!

1) My kinks lol. This is both a fun one, and a scary one to admit because y'all are gonna get a glimpse of just how freaky ya girl Saph really is, so here we go:

• Blindfolds

Blindfolds are probably my #1 kink. There's more excitement in the mystery of what comes next than there is in the anticipation of expecting something you're familiar with.

Please, only do this with people you TRUST.

• Fire play

I enjoy being set on fire. Lol I know it sounds crazy for people who have never heard of the idea, so lemme break it down for you. You coat the area you wish to set fire to in 100% alcohol and ignite it. The fire will only burn the alcohol and not your skin.

This of course can go very wrong very quickly, so DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES try this at home by yourself. If you're curious, go to your local dungeon (trust me, they're around) and set up a tasting session with someone who is familiar and practiced with this particular kink. It doesn't hurt and it feels amazing!

• Monster kink

I mean...this one is self explanatory. Ninja turtles, sentient slime monsters, lizard men, vampires I love all monsters, but I draw the monster fucking line at zombies and mindless killing machines.

• Violet wands (electro stimulation)

Violet wands are a lot a fun and a great starter kink to satisfy even the freakiest of sensual adventurers. They have interchangeable glass heads of various shapes that send out controlled jolts of electricity across your skin. Some heads use more electricity than others, so it can go from a soft tingle, to a jolt of pain very quickly. So it's important to start slow. But it's fun.

• Pumps

This was a hard one to pick, and let me tell you, it's not for the feint of heart. Pumps can be used on male and female genitalia and can be taken to both extreme and soft measures.

The purpose of a pump is to draw the blood to the area of choice, making it much MUCH more sensitive than usual. The area will swell up and, in prolonged use (not recomended,) will engorge.

I don't usually take it quite that far, but you get the point lol.

2) Do I have good luck, bad luck, no luck at all, or do I make my own...

I suppose it has to do with the scenario really. For example,

• Say I'm playing a game of blackjack at the casino: That can be either good, or bad luck.

• Say I wanna date Tom Hiddleston: Absolutely no luck whatsoever.

• Say I'm being attacked by a man in an alley and there happens to be a baseball bat in my hand: I'll make my own damn luck and start swingin.

It's all about perspective. >;)

3) Favorite stores!

Okay, I love shopping. I have tons of favorite stores, but I'll try to narrow it down for you:

• ebay!

This is more for fun, but if you're looking for a laugh, check out their miscellaneous section.

• Amazon.

Amazon is my go-to for the majority of my shopping. If I can't find it in person, I'll find it for a quarter of the price here.

• Ross

I'm a fluffy girl, so my fashion stores are limited, but if you're looking for a good deal, Ross is the place to go. Nearly all of my streetwear clothes come from Ross.

• Rosegal

Rosegal is an almost identical site to Rose wholesale, the site I was originally gonna post, but they are closing down. Lots of good bargains here for women and curvy girls.

• Ranch 99 Market

Okay, so this is actually a grocerie store, BUT I LOVE IT. It's an Asian food market that carries everything from rice cake to fresh fish to durian fruit (gross!) They have everything you could ever want by way of exotic nummies. If you can find one in your area, check it out!

4) Favorite toy growing up?

Hmm....that's a hard one to remember because I grew out of toys at a very early age, but if i had to pick one....I'd have to say it was this round stuffed goose that my mom got me when I was very young.

It was eggplant shaped, white, fuzzy, and had no wings. Only two flat stuffed feet and a big orange bill. The backside of the animal was stuffed with fluff and plastic beans so it made that beanie baby sound when you hugged it. When I was a baby (4-5ish) I would chew on its bill for comfort until there was a bald patch on the fabric lol.

Her name was Jemima.

5) Bad habit I want to break

Okay so I'm not sure this is so much a bad habit as it is a part of my autism, but I have a tendency to talk a lot about certain subjects that I'm momentarily interested in and it can be off-putting for people.

I like to learn about everything in my spare time, so if a topic I'm knowledgeable about comes up in conversation, I tend to get a bit chatty. Not everybody minds this, but I sometimes make people uncomfortable and I hate that about myself.

6) The greatest time I had playing a video game?

Alright, so I'm not really much of a gamer. I have a PS4 and a SN emulator on my computer, but I don't really play a lot of games. I'm more of an "outdoor with a book" kind of person.

But I absolutely LOVE Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, and Yoshi's island. I got into those when I was younger, that probably why lol. A lot of the newer games don't really pique my interest as I have a difficult time sitting I front of a screen for so long.

But I will tell you a story about the time my friend made me play Until Dawn (fuckin scary ass game holy shit.) It was a scene where you (the player character) had to break into the family cabin and let the other members of your party in from the outside.

Okay, so no scary shit is happening yeah? We're exploring the cabin, trying to find a way to let the other characters in, and for some god awful reason, I decide to look under the sink in the downstairs bathroom.

A fucking wolverine jumps out from under the sink and scares the shit out of all of us.

IT WASN'T EVEN A SCARY PART! I screamed so hard and chucked the remote at my friends head for making me play. She laughed at me.

7) Six things someone would put in a pentagram to summon me?

Hahahaha okay this is a fun one:

• 2 litre bottle of Pepsi

• 1 green Bad dragon dildo

• A copy of Out of the Shadows

• A booklet of memes

• Lobster w/garlic butter sauce

• A box of daifuku mochi (peach mochi can be used as a substitute)

8) My biggest fear.

I have three. Spiders, heights, and losing my mom. I won't elaborate on them as they're pretty self explanatory. But yeah. Heights make me pee.

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That was a fun one!! LOL I hope I answered all your questions well enough ^_^

Thanks for the ask!

Btw, @ravn-87 you're next lol

#darksaphire2002 #ask

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rwbyconversations · 6 years ago

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Why Emerald and Mercury’s scene in Lost is one of the best scenes in all of RWBY

Lost is a really underappreciated episode in Volume 6. It tends to get overlooked because Dead End precedes it and that’s easily the weakest episode of the season, while right afterwards we get the three-parter of the Argus Battle and Adam’s return meant focus was shifted for a hot minute. But I adore this episode, nearly every second of it barring some choices at the end (barring Oscar getting shafted for development- again- and Ruby’s oddball speech of “we didn’t need adults this far” to Qrow), but it’s honestly one of the best episodes of the season in my eyes, and that falls down to one major scene- Emerald and Mercury’s conversation in the first third of the episode, which is one of my favorite scenes in all of RWBY.

I know when people think of character arcs involving Lost they tend to go for the obvious lure of the Pyrrha statue, which, to be fair, is a really solid character moment and I loved a lot about it- especially the small reference to the Volume 1 OP of Jaune looking at the statue, it’s framed with almost the exact same camera angle. But as someone who mains my two murder kids, I cannot stress how hyped up I was going into Lost. Finally, after years of being relegated to background fodder with their one big moment since Volume 3 being their humiliating appearance at Haven where Emerald took a literal dive and Merc was left holding an arm like a numbnuts, Lost was gonna give me the content I’d been waiting for.

The fact that Merc and Em were getting the thumbnail- something neither of them had been in since Volume 3- was something that made my goddamn day when the thumbnail went up on VRV

And ultimately, I think the scene delivered, and delivered with a gusto that makes me unironically call it one of the best scenes of the Volume, one of the best of the show, in fact- and today I’d like to explain why I love Emerald and Mercury’s scene in Volume 6 Chapter 9, Lost.

1) The establishing context, or: a quick breakdown of Merc and Em in V6C4

Merc and Em had one scene earlier this volume, in Chapter 4, “So That’s How It Is.” It chronicles them and Hazel returning from Mistral several weeks after the Battle of Haven, Hazel having contacted Little Miss Malachite and gotten the heads up on where RWBY were going next. Spirits are low as they leave the ship, and an unexpected welcoming party in Tyrian doesn’t lift the mood. Emerald in particular lashes out at Tyrian when he mockingly notices Cinder’s absence, which just gives him all the motivation he needs to get up in Emerald’s personal space and mock her for her weakness.

Fun fact, in the Volume 6 trailer, Tyrian creeping on Emerald happens in Salem’s conference room, presumably to throw people off the scene on when the scene would be happening.

Tyrian proves to be as sharp as his dearly-departed stinger (now resting in Ruby’s cabinet of Maimed Body Parts), mocking Emerald in a delightfully chilling voice that “Cinder isn’t here to protect you anymore.” You know who is though?

This asshole, that’s who. Mercury fucking Black, finally showing the spine he lost after Volume 3 and getting up in Tyrian’s grill to protect Emerald. He even got his eyebrows back just for the occasion!

Never forget Volume 4 and Merc’s penciled-on eyebrows

It’s a short but sweet scene that sets up the duo’s dynamic well- they’ve really only got each other out in Evernight so even if they bicker... a lot... Merc and Em will watch each other’s backs because it’s that or deal with Tyrian, Watts and most importantly Salem alone. And that’s not a thought either of them truly want to consider.

The rest of the Evernight scene in chapter 4 has some small but important moments for them- I especially love Mercury being the first person we see realizing Salem’s about to snap because of his abusive father. If anyone’s gonna know how to read the room and know to get out of dodge before the glass starts shattering, it’ll be him. How he just stands at attention, eyes locked forward when everyone else looks at Salem is also a nice subtle bit of character- eyes forward, since he was probably told not to move without permission. Emerald’s sheer terror for much of the debriefing is just a masterclass in animation- her eyes are these narrow pinpricks that can’t focus on a single spot, she cringes in anticipation of a slap when she rats out Cinder (gee it’s almost as if Cinder is her abuser who conditioned her or something why do people still ship them), how she flinches when Salem touches her shoulder and only relaxes when Salem moves on and reveals that Cinder’s alive. It’s all just great stuff for their characters that you get from looking at their body language.

That’s all that we see of Mercury and Emerald until chapter 9, and unfortunately the last we see of them from there until the post-credits scene, but fortunately, this is a real doozy of a scene.

2) The actual scene

We open with Merc and Em alone in a room, Emerald bitterly noting how much she hates being kept in the dark about Salem’s future plans. Mercury agrees, stopping some training to note that at least Cinder kept them up to speed, before resuming his combat.

Mercury and Yang are two of the easier foils to compare and contrast to in the series, especially in the RWBY/CRME contrasts between Ruby/Cinder, Weiss/Emerald, Blake/Roman and later Adam and Yang/Mercury. Both are close range fights with firearms strapped to their limbs of choice, both have cybernetic limbs and as we learn later this episode, both had fathers with wildly differing views on their Semblances. But something else that connects them is that neither Mercury or Yang stay down for long when they get knocked out. Yang lost her arm and once she got back on her feet, she updated her fighting style to be more acrobatic and all-around, which paid off in dividends when she got to fight Adam and was able to move around his strikes. Similarly, the first time we see Mercury get some free time after Haven, he’s training... except he’s working on his fists, since he was overly reliant on his legs until now. I like this, it would have been easy to have Mercury just working on his legs or even just doing nothing but not only does it give the conversation a more lively feel, but it shows that Mercury is working on covering his weaknesses. And if there’s one thing Mercury hates, it’s leaving a weakness uncovered.

Your daily reminder that Yang vs Mercury is some of the best choreography in the show BTW

Emerald, seemingly out of boredom, decides to pry a bit and asks Mercury why he came with Cinder and Emerald in the Volume 3 flashback. I’ve seen some people criticize that Emerald is only asking this now, but given how when she tried to object to Cinder she got a slap for her troubles, I think it’s safe to say she decided it wasn’t worth Cinder’s wrath a second time for asking too many questions about Mercury.

Mercury tries deflecting with a simple answer “Just made sense,” to which Emerald calls bullshit with one of the most deadpan-laden lines she’s ever uttered. “It ‘made sense.’”

Mercury decides to keep up that path, trying to cover the question with his usual sarcasm and wit. It’s notable that his explanation gives nothing away that Emerald didn’t already know- Marcus trained Mercury to be an assassin, Mercury killed him and right afterwards, Cinder showed up. It’s almost clinical how, despite covering it with his usual wit, Mercury doesn’t let anything slip until Emerald gets under his skin by calling bullshit again, since to her that Mercury joined Cinder for as shallow a reason as “right place right time” is anathema to her- there has to be something in this for Mercury beyond just getting to fight. Mercury again deflects, giving Emerald knowledge she already knows- “Salem’s promised us everything. We win this thing, we’ll be top dogs in her new world.” Again, he’s only telling her what she already knows, and when he asks her what she gets out of this, Mercury manages to throw Emerald off the scent and tricks her into talking about herself- a topic Mercury enjoys because it means he’s not the one under the microscope.

Something I adore and hate in equal measure is how musically when Emerald talks about Cinder, the score itself changes to a more whimsical version of Cinder’s theme- as if Emerald’s using her Semblance on the soundtrack itself to paint Cinder in a better light.

Also something worth noting is the lighting symbolism for Emerald in the first part of this scene:

She starts in darkness, surrounded by light.

When Mercury gets a rise out of her, she walks out into the light to confront him, but Mercury moves into the darkness, a barrier separating them. But when Emerald begins talking about Cinder...

The camera pans to put Emerald back into darkness. This scene is loaded with this kind of symbolism on a lighting and musical level, the two dancing around the edges of light and dark, separated usually by the barriers that form from the overhead light.

Regardless, Mercury is perfectly fine to let Emerald prattle on about Cinder, right up until Emerald begins having a crisis of conscience. Not one based on how Cinder used her to stage a terrorist attack, no. Mercury butts in when Emerald’s crisis of conscience is based on how now that Cinder isn’t here, Emerald isn’t sure if they’re doing the right thing. And thus Mercury’s fandom finally got to see the scene they had been waiting years for: Mercury telling Emerald Cinder doesn’t care for them. Emerald gets angry, still caught up in the web of lies that Cinder spun around her, but Mercury doesn’t give a solitary shit about any of that and keeps saying things Emerald doesn’t want to hear- that Cinder never cared about Emerald, let alone either of them.

I absolutely adore how the ever-present smirk on Mercury’s face just melts off while he’s trying to get Emerald to realize Cinder never cared for them- either because he’s done playing nice or because he’s trying to stress to Emerald that he’s not messing around, just this once.

Mercury’s mocking line to Emerald finally sets her off, and she charges him furiously, trying to beat him into shutting up. But it doesn’t work- of course it wouldn’t, Mercury is leagues above Emerald in skill even if she uses her weapons, going in without them is tantramount to suicide. This guy danced around Coco and Yatuhashi and gave Yang and Pyrrha good fights while deliberately throwing both fights. Beating Emerald would take less than a minute if he tried. But he doesn’t. Mercury never actually hits Emerald, focusing on just blocking her blows. It’s only when Mercury finally decides to stop giving Emerald information she already knows and actually give her some honest truth that he begins trying, and immediately Emerald is forced back. But even then, Mercury throws his kicks. Compared to the ones he threw in training they’re sluggish, easily predicted. He’s not trying to hurt Emerald, he’s just stressing his point.

Literal chills went down my back when I heard that line the first time, Yuri killed it.

Mercury basically decides to throw his abuse in Emerald’s face, which I’ve seen some people deride and describe as Mercury basically playing the victim card, but I think this is perfectly in-character for him. Emerald’s locked in her cycle of abuse with Cinder, even though the bitch is on another continent and now is the perfect time for Emerald to break free, to get out before Cinder maims her like Marcus did Mercury... and she’s not. Taking. The chance. Of course Mercury would be pissed, of course he’d get heated for the first time- he’s basically watching Emerald squander one of the only chances she has to get out of this life before Cinder catches her again, and he (and the audience) know if Cinder gets her hands on Emerald again, that’ll be it; Emerald will be ride or die for Cinder all the way to the finish line due to her paternal/romantic love. If it takes Mercury being this most callous and blunt he’s ever been to finally get Emerald to see the truth or even just to make sure where she draws her battlelines, then he’ll do whatever it takes.

As we get an orchestral reprise of I’m The One, Mercury finally gives us a new hint into his backstory- one of the most fucked up of all the cast according to Kerry- for the first time in three years. Marcus didn’t just beat Mercury senseless, didn’t just excuse it as training and potentially even cut off Mercury’s legs to refine him into a perfect killer- he stole Mercury’s Semblance with his own, seeing it as a crutch that Mercury relied on and holding it over his head with the promise of its return once Mercury got strong. To quote the normally Unirkable Merc himself, “So I got strong, but I never got it back!”

Mercury forced himself to get on the level of titans like Pyrrha and Yang without having the safety net of a Semblance like they have- he got strong in spite of his father, not because of Marcus taking his power from him. But that power- that strength that lets him fight at a skill ceiling beyond what Marcus likely thought possible, destroyed this young child. It stole from Mercury, things that he can never get back- a literal piece of his soul was taken from him and the thrill of the fight is the only thing he’s ever found that can fill the hole. That confidence is earned because Mercury was defiled by his father and spat in the face of destiny, he chose to get back up and try and earn back what was rightfully his. And when he got the strength to kill his abuser and burn his house down, just to realize he couldn’t get that power back? In walked Cinder Fall, looking for another lost youth to corrupt and twist the worldview of- and here was one such youth, with all the corruption done complete with a neat little bow on top.

All of this- all of this- goes without mentioning how not two volumes prior we had a different character go through an arc involving her Semblance and a father figure teaching her how to control it and not let it control her.

I’m just saying guys if you still wanna live in denial over Yang and Merc’s foil status and how they’d be the coolest rivals in the show, door’s right there, I’m gonna be here eagerly awaiting their proper rematch (Fuck off and die Volume 5, you mountain of wasted potential).

The kicker (pun not intended) is Mercury’s line at the end of the training with Emerald- “I’m right where I’m supposed to be,” he confidently declares, absolutely sure in himself. The whole dynamic of the scene has been Mercury and Emerald calling bullshit on each other’s excuses, with Mercury dominating once he got Emerald to play the Cinder card. But he gets so caught up in his rage over how he got defiled by Marcus, that he loses sight for a second and forgets that he’s lying to himself as much as Emerald- the difference is he’s gone thought he cycle before and seen it so he can see that Emerald’s in it, but he hasn’t yet realized he’s gotten caught in a different cycle and still can’t see the trees from the forest. Denial is a recurring trait in Mercury and Emerald, and one neither of them are ever truly free from (”Salem promised us everything,” like how Marcus promised you back your Semblance, Mercury?). Emerald attacking Mercury after he mocks her “crisis of identity” can almost be taken as her subconsciously agreeing with Merc that Cinder doesn’t care, but after all she’s done for Cinder, everyone she’s hurt and helped kill, the idea that it was all for less than nothing is something she’s got to run away from- the alternative is just too nightmarish.

Mercury “I’m right where I’m supposed to be” Black, ladies and gents. He’s feeling really confident in these scenes, can’t you tell?!

And who sees this and realizes it, but none other than Tyrian fucking Callows of all people. And of all the people in Salem’s castle, who expected him to be an adept armchair psychologist? Tyrian is blunt, completely unforgiving in his assessment of Mercury and Emerald- they’re trapped in a cycle of violence, pain and misery, and they’re too afraid of what’s on the other side to ever leave it- what’s waiting for Mercury out in the world of Remnant? All he can do is kill, and now that he’s burned his bridges with Huntsmen society, all he’d wind up doing is assassination work like father like son. Granted, Tyrian being the one to break this down to them both is... ironic given how Tyrian himself is trapped in Salem’s web of devotion and has been for so long he couldn’t find his way out if he wanted to, but here he raises a valid point.

After this the scene mostly moves away from Mercury and Emerald and becomes Tyrian informing them and the audience that Watts and Tyrian are going to Atlas to intercept RWBY, but before he leaves, Tyrian leaves some parting advice.

“Do what makes you happy children, please? I’m begging you.”

Reading through the mile-wide lines, it’s obvious Tyrian wants them to run so he can hunt them down himself, even though he denies telling them they should leave earlier when Emerald asks point-blank if he’s telling them to go (of course he isn’t saying that, he wants them to come to the conclusion himself, no fun stalking prey when the hunt’s made easy for you after all). But the scene ends with a somewhat more optimistic note.

Emerald and Mercury, still unsure about a lot of things after this group therapy session, are still standing together, almost more unified than they were before now- no barriers of light and darkness separating the two now. And that should be something that terrifies anyone who crosses their paths, especially the guy who made a point to T-Bag Mercury and basically promise he’ll draw the straw on killing them if they stray out of line.

3) Conclusion

Mercury and Emerald are my favorite characters in the show, and while that’s been a bit harder to maintain in the Dark Times of Volumes 4 and 5 where they got nothing to do, 6 reminded me and a lot of other people why they’re the characters to keep an eye on in future years. They have these wonderfully dark backstories that let them serve as haunting foils for two members of team RWBY each (Emerald and Ruby and Weiss, Mercury for Blake and Yang) that show how far things could have gone if the RWBY girls had been born with a bit less luck. On top of all that, I’m The One is just a killer of a song that excites with its spiteful air, its cockiness only accentuating how horrific these two have had it.

Mercury and Emerald start the Mistral seasons separated by a barrier (the window) but after their conversation in Lost and time away from Cinder, the barrier’s gone. They’re closer than they were before. And Merc got his eyebrows back too, that’s a sign he started caring about Emerald!

Their scene in Lost I feel encapsulates a lot of what keeps them together and what makes for one of RWBY’s best dynamics- they don’t really like each other a lot of the time, but they have each other’s back come hell or high water because they need each other like a lifeline. Mercury does, at least a little, genuinely care for Emerald; he goes about it in a dickish way but trying to recognize Cinder’s abusive behavior is one of the most noble things he’s done all show. And while Emerald did try to attack him, he goaded her into it and she was indignant with rage when Tyrian pinned Merc down. Everything about the scene just works for me, from the small musical cues (alongside the return of I’m The One and Cinder’s theme, I love how right before Emerald attacks Mercury, this beeping starts and then accelerates into this droning sound like a flatline, which really captures Emerald’s temper reaching fever pitch and then snapping, to the lighting symbolism (Merc and Em both begin the scene in darkness but come together in the light at the end after Tyrian leaves, alongside everything I said above) and of course, Katie Newville and Yuri Lowenthal both knocking it out of the park with a home run of a performance, alongside Josh Grelle being his usual self when Tyrian shows up. While it was overshadowed by Jaune’s scene with the Pyrrha statue, I’d be very comfortable marking Emerald and Mercury’s spotlight scene in Lost as not just a highlight of the season, but one of the best scenes of the entire show. Everything came together for this ambrosia of a scene, and I can only hope I sold how much it means to me and how much I appreciate the work that went into it on a technical, writing, animation, acting and musical level.

Keep an eye on Merc and Em is all I’m saying, and if you’ve written them off in the past, I hope this convinced you to take another look at them and hope they get their due time to shine in future.

Thank you for reading.

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Magnet Chapter 2

Thank you all so much for your support! There’s still more to this story! So I’ll keep you posted! Until then, enjoy

CHAPTER

TWO!!

Here’s the song I used btw. First chapter

“Ahem!”

You and Zim’s joyful reunion was interrupted by Dib rudely clearing his throat.

“Dib!” Zim spat out his name like it was poison as he turned to face him.

“Wow, Zim you must really want to be on TV.” Dib flashed a smug grin as he folded his arms.

“This conversation doesn’t concern you! Go wallow in your Dib filth elsewhere.” Zim’s voice was an icy growl as he stood in front of you protectively.

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll be more than happy to wallow in my ‘Dib filth’ in the Mysterious Mysteries studio!” Dib announced as he pushed past Zim and pulled you away.

Zim tried to pull you back but it was too late, Dib had already dragged you off again.

Tears poured down Zim’s cheeks as he watched Dib force you into the lunch room.

“I know the cryptic way they hide it. I see how they fake their affection.” Zim sang as he slowly rose to his feet.

“I’ve tried to understand everything. But I guess I’m just a hopeless fool.” Zim wiped away his tears.

“Dib thinks we’re nothing. That we weren’t anything. Just a basic test. An experiment.” Zim walked out of Skool and made his way to his base.

“I know it’s pointless. I know it’s worthless.” He went inside and dramatically threw off his disguise.

“But I won’t give up! I won’t surrender!” Zim climbed into his toilet and pulled the flushing cord.

“I won’t let him steal you from me!” He flushed into his lab and landed on his feet.

“I’ll save you! And then you will love me!” Zim begun to type away at his computer

“I won’t let you do this to yourself!” He put on a pair of goggles and a black body suit.

“I’ll save you! We’re perfect together!” Zim embraced a hologram of you before making his way to Dib’s house.

Once Zim made it to Dib’s house, he found Dib’s bedroom window.

SMASH!

Zim shattered the window, activated his spider legs, and snuck inside.

“I don’t get why they’re not listening. I am fighting an abandoned war.” Zim begun to rummage around Dib’s room.

“I tried showing them the way I feel. But I guess I’m just a hopeless fool.” He wiped away a few more tears.

“Dib thinks we’re nothing! That we weren’t anything! Just a basic test. An experiment.” Zim destroyed all of Dib’s security cameras.

“I know it’s pointless. I know it’s worthless.” He managed to come across a small safe.

“But I won’t give up. I won’t surrender!” Zim pulled out a laser pen from his PAK and zapped a hole into the safe.

“I won’t let him steal you from me!” He rummaged through the safe’s remains.

“I’ll save you! And then you will love me!” Zim had finally found Dib’s camera.

“I won’t let you do this to yourself!” He held the camera up high.

“I’ll save you! We’re perfect together!” Zim smashed the camera into the floor.

“You will see. It will finally be, just you and me! Till the end of the world!” He cackled as he crushed the camera with his spider legs.

“I want you!” Zim threw aside Dib’s chair.

“I deeply need you!” He shredded the wires to Dib’s computer.

“I won’t forget you!” Zim used his spider legs’ lasers to blast Dib’s computer to pieces.

“You’re my sanctuary!” Zim screeched as he punched a hole through Dib’s main computer monitor.

SMASH!

CRASH!

BASH!

Like dominos, Dib’s other computer monitors followed suit.

Soon Zim found himself standing in a pile of shattered screens and sparking wires.

“I won’t let him steal you from me…” A few more tears trickled down Zim’s cheeks as he took a second to catch his breath.

“I’ll save you! And then you will love me!” Zim cackled as he picked off the shards of glass stuck to his gloves.

“I won’t let you do this to yourself!” Zim crushed the remains of the camera once more for good measure.

“I’ll save you! We’re perfect together!” And with that, Zim climbed out the window and returned to his base.

Back at Skool, you were suffering through the worst lunch of your life.

“Are you ok, Y/N?” Dib asked as he took a bite of his food.

“Yeah…I’m just fine.” You grumbled as you hugged yourself.

“Really? Because you don’t seem fine.” Dib noted as he gave you a sympathetic look.

“I said I was fine! Just leave me alone!” You snapped as you turned your head away from him.

“C��mon, Y/N! Zim literally had you caged in! How could you be upset at me for rescuing you?!” Dib whined as he shot you a glare.

“You just don’t get it…” You sniffled as more tears streamed down your cheeks.

“What is there to get?! Y/N, you were in danger! What was I supposed to do?! Just stand there while that alien monster did..whatever it was he was trying to do to you?!” Dib defended as he failed his arms for a moment.

“I wasn’t in any danger, Dib! Zim is upset because you’re threatening his life! He would never hurt me because he actually loves me! Unlike you!” You sobbed as you got up and tried to walk away.

“Gah! Why do you keep believing his lies?! Zim can’t love you, Y/N! All he knows is hatred and destruction!” Dib growled as he grabbed your shoulders.

“Dib, he’s not lying! Why can’t you get it through that big head of yours that Zim has changed?!” You snarled as you slapped his hands off of you.

“Because he can’t change! Monsters like him can never change, Y/N! Never change! Can’t you see? Zim is manipulating you! He’s trying to twist your mind to make you do his evil bidding! Y/N, I’m trying to save you here!” Dib wailed as he grabbed your hands.

“The only one I need saving from is you!” You seethed as you snatched your hands away and turned to leave.

“So that’s it then? You’re just going to turn your back on my help? Just like that?” Dib’s voice went cold as he clenched your wrist.

You let out a gasp as you felt Dib’s cold hand pull you closer to him.

“Go on then, run back to that alien monster. Enjoy your last moments with Zim because once your dad sees these pictures, the next time you see him his Zim guts will be spewed all over an autopsy table.” Dib’s dark whisper burned the back of your ear.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as your heart skipped a beat. Your breathing grew shaky as more tears poured down your cheeks.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Go to him! If Zim loves you sooo much then he’d probably want to see you before he gets experimented on!” Dib mocked, his words dripped with venom.

“Ok! Ok! I’m sorry! I’ll stay with you!” You caved as you struggled to catch your breath.

“Good. I knew you’d make the right choice.” Dib grinned as he loosened his grip.

You finally managed to catch your breath but your tears continued to fall.

“Now, C’mon. Sit down and eat something. I don’t want you to starve.” Dib urged as he pulled you back down to the table

Some of the other Skool children whispered to each other as they watched watched the show.

You sniffled a bit before taking a bite of your food.

Dib sighed as he noticed how upset you were,

“Look, I know I was harsh back there but you didn’t leave me much of a choice. If you weren’t so stubborn, none of this would’ve happened.” Dib explained as he resumed eating.

You didn’t respond. Instead, you just continued your meal in silence.

“Trust me, Y/N. You’ll thank me for this!” Dib insisted as he took another bite of his food.

You sighed as you played with your food. You drew a crude picture of Dib’s face in your food and stabbed it with your fork before putting it into your mouth.

BRRRING!

The sweet shriek of the Skool’s bell put a temporary end to your nightmare.

“Aw man! Looks like we’re gonna have to get you something to eat later, Y/N.” Dib pouted as he got up.

Before you could respond, Dib grabbed your hand and lead you back to class.

You let out a sigh of relief when you made it too the classroom. You and Dib sat no where near each other, so you knew you could get some time away from him.

However, before Dib released you from his clutches,

SMOOCH!

He planted a large kiss on your cheek.

You froze up as your face burned redder than a stoplight.

Dib giggled and gave you a wink as he slithered to his desk.

You rapidly shook away the shock and stumbled to your own desk.

After wiping away Dib’s kiss, your mind went on autopilot. You rested your head on one of your hands as you gazed out the window.

Despite the light layer of grime that coated the window, you could still see out of it.

Two butterflies, one F/C and the other Dark pink, begun to flutter around each other. Your eyes followed them as they continued their playful dance.

You let out a sigh as you watched the show. Oh how you envied those butterflies! They got to relish in the sweet release of freedom, while you suffered in captivity.

Soon your eyelids grew heavy and you let out a soft yawn.

TAP!

Your eyelids popped open as you sat up straighter.

TAP!

You turned to face the source of the tapping and gasped.

There, standing behind the window without his disguise and F/C butterfly wings was none other than

“Zim?!”

“YES! IT IS I, ZIM! I have returned for you, sweet Y/N!” Zim sang as he pointed to the sky.

Your eyes lit up at the sight of your beloved boyfriend.

“Oh Zim! I’ve missed you so much!” You cried as you jumped out of your seat.

“I have missed you too! Which is why I have come to rescue you!” Zim explained as his wings fluttered excitedly.

Before you could say another word, Zim’s hand phased through the window and pulled you through it.

Your body shimmered for a moment as matching Dark pink butterfly wings emerged from your back.

You stretched out your wings and fluttered off the excess shimmer before flying into Zim’s arms.

Zim eagerly caught you and spun you around for a moment before pulling you into a passionate kiss.

Zim let out a growly moan as his tongue playfully wrestled with yours.

Your eyelids closed as you let him explore every inch of your mouth. Oh how you had missed him!

As much as you wanted the moment to last forever, you and Zim needed to part for air.

“I’ve missed you too, sweet Y/N.” Zim panted as he held you tightly.

You opened your mouth to speak but a loud distorted growl cut you off.

“Don’t think you can escape from me that easily, Y/N!”

You let out a gasp as a large Dib-shaped shadow burst through the window and grabbed your leg.

“Sweet Y/N, don’t let go!” Zim heaved as he pulled you with all of his might.

POP!

Zim managed to free you from the shadow’s clutches.

“Quickly, sweet Y/N! Fly away with me!” Zim urged as he grabbed your hand and flapped his wings.

Zim didn’t have to tell you twice! You quickly followed Zim’s lead as the two of you flew far, far away from the shadow.

The further the two of you flew, the smaller the shadow became. Soon the shadow was no more than a speck as Zim led you into the soft pink clouds.

“There! We’re safe now!” Zim panted as he released your hand

“Really?” Your wings fluttered anxiously as you spoke.

“Yes, really! The Dib-shadow is thousands of miles away from us now!” Zim insisted as he took one last glance behind him.

“Oh thank god! I thought he was gonna drag me away from you again! I thought-” Tears trickled down your cheeks.

“Shhh…It’s alright, sweet Y/N. We’re safe. The Dib-Shadow can’t hurt us anymore.” Zim reassured as he pulled you close.

You sniffled as you held him tight.

“I’m so happy to have you back, Zim.” You whispered as you savored his embrace.

“I’m happy to have you back too.” Zim’s wings fluttered as he gently kissed your forehead.

BRRRRING!!

Just like that Zim was blown away once more.

Your eyelids opened for real as the skool bell rudely interrupted your dream.

“Alright, class dismissed! Go home now!” Ms. Bitters commanded as she pointed to the door.

You groaned as you slowly got up and stretched for a moment before making your way towards the door.

“Had a good nap, Y/N?” Dib chirped as he rushed in front of you.

“Yeah. It was alright.” You grumbled as you rubbed your eyes.

“Well, I’m glad you got some sleep because we’re going to spend all night curing you of whatever alien brainwashing Zim did to you!” Dib smiled as he grabbed your hand.

“Gee, Dib. I would love to but I have so much homework to do. So I can’t hang out with you tonight!” You lied sweetly as you tried to pull your hand away.

“Nice try, Y/N but I already told your dad you’ll be doing your homework at my place! You’re not getting out of this that easily!” Dib chuckled as he tightened his grip.

“Ow! Ok! Just loosen up! You’re hurting me!” You snapped as you tried to pull your hand free.

“Sorry about that. Now, follow me! We’ve got a lot of work to do!” Dib sang dramatically as he dragged you to his house.

When you arrived at Dib’s house, you were greeted by Clembrane.

“Hello, son! Dawww! Is this that special friend you’re always talking so much about?!” Clembrane cooed as he bent down to get a better look at you.

“Quit it! You’re embarrassing me!” Dib whined as he tried to push Clembrane away.

“Aww! I’m sorry, honey! Here! I’ll make you both some special pudding to make up for it!” Clembrane sang as he rushed off to the kitchen.

“Heh. Sorry about Clembrane. He’s one of Zim’s experiments. We only keep him around because…Well, he won’t leave.” Dib explained as he lead you up the stair

“Really? So you’re letting one of Zim’s ‘evil’ experiments live with you and make you pudding?” You asked as you raised an eyebrow.

“Clembrane’s not evil! Anymore anyway! He turned on Zim! The only bad thing about him is his pudding now.” Dib whined as he turned to face you.

“Oh reeeally? How do you know he’s not gonna steal your organs or something?” You mocked as you wiggled your fingers.

“Because he’s too stupid to do anything like that! Look, Y/N! I know you’re still mad at me but leave Clembrane out of this. He’s not gonna hurt anybody because unlike Zim, he doesn’t want to! All he wants to do is make pudding! That’s it!” And with that, Dib opened his bedroom door.

The moment Dib set foot in his room, he let out a yelp and his jaw hit the floor.

His bedroom was in ruins! It looked like a category 5 hurricane had swept through it! There were sparking wires and shattered glass everywhere! His beloved computer was damaged beyond repair! There were holes in his chair and even his bed sheets! Even his charging wires had been uprooted!

But worst of all,

His safe had been destroyed

“Woah. What happened in here?” You gasped as you gazed upon the remains of his room.

You had to admit, you almost felt bad for Dib. He had one hell of a mess to clean up.

“Aw man! My camera!” Dib wailed as he cradled the remains of his camera.

Your eyes lit up the moment you heard those words.

“Yes! Now you can’t hold me hostage anymore!” You cheered as you turned to leave.

“Not so fast!” Dib snapped as he dropped the camera’s remains and grabbed your wrist.

“Hey! Let me go! Your camera’s destroyed! You can’t keep me trapped with you any longer!” You yelped as you tried to free yourself from Dib’s grip.

“You didn’t think I wouldn’t be prepared for something like this did you? I already saved the pictures onto a special flash drive that I carry with me at all times!” Dib explained as he forced you to face him.

“What?! You can’t be serious!” You wailed as you shot him a glare.

“Oh but I am serious! See?! Here’s the proof!” Dib announced as he took the flash drive off from around his neck and waved it in your face.

You tried to snatch it out of his hands but he yanked it away from you.

“Nice try! But you’re not going to get away from me that easily!” Dib chuckled as he put the flash drive back on and hid it in his shirt.

“You jerk! You can’t let me be happy can you?!” You pouted as you folded your arms.

“Open your eyes, Y/N! Can’t you see that Zim probably did this?! He’s too destructive to be trusted!” Dib insisted as he pulled out his laptop.

“Shut up! Even if Zim did do this. he was probably just trying to get those pictures away from you!” You countered.

“Yeah! So he can keep brainwashing you!” Dib huffed as he typed away at his laptop.

You rolled your eyes but when you noticed that Dib was distracted, you decided to make a run for it anyway.

You bolted down the stairs and rushed back to your house.

You slammed the door shut behind you and caught your breath.

“Y/N? What are you doing home so early? I thought you were studying with your boyfriend today!” You dad asked as he fixed his hair in the mirror,

“Boyfriend?! Dib isn’t my boyfriend!” You snapped as you finally caught your breath.

“Aww, honey. You don’t need to deny your feelings. I remember being young and in love once too.” You dad cooed as he put a hand on your shoulder.

“Ugh. Look, Dib got really mad today and destroyed his room. So I had to come home.” You lied.

“What? But why would he do that?” Your dad gasped.

“Because…I wouldn't kiss him! I refused to kiss him so he threatened to hit me! I dodged his hand but he ended up punching a hole into his computers!” You continued to lie and hoped you sounded convincing.

“Dib tried to hit you?! Oh my god! Honey, I’m so sorry! I didn’t think such a nice boy would do such a thing!” You dad gasped as he pulled you into a hug.

“Dib’s not a nice boy! He’s a horrible person, Dad! He’s just horrible!” You sobbed as you returned the hug.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie. Why don’t you go upstairs, and I’ll get this sorted out with him.” Your dad offered as he gently released you.

“Ok but whatever you do, don’t believe anything he tells you! Dib threatened to tell everyone that I was brainwashed by aliens if I didn’t do what he said!” You knew that wasn’t too far from the truth.

“Really? Why would he threaten that?” You dad asked as he raised an eyebrow.

“Because he’s just using me to get on TV!” You blubbered as you struggled to wipe away your tears.

“And here I thought he was truly interested in the paranormal! You think you know a person!” You dad sounded very betrayed as he put his hands on his hips.

“He doesn’t believe in the paranormal, Dad! He just makes stuff up for attention! He even fabricated fake pictures of an alien to show you! He’s just trying to get famous!” You ranted as you flailed your arms.

“I had no idea he was so devious! Don’t worry, honey. I’ll get this all sorted out.” You dad reassured as he patted your head.

“Please. Please Don’t believe him or his pictures.” You begged as you finally managed to dry your tears.

“Don’t worry, honey. I won’t let that terrible boy get away with this!” You dad insisted as he kissed your forehead.

“Thanks, dad! You’re the best!” You sniffled as you made your way back to your room.

You let out a sigh of relief as you went back to your room.

You flopped onto your bed and stared up at the ceiling.

“Oh thank god that worked. Now maybe I can get back together with Zim.” You smiled as you grabbed your pillow and held it close.

#invader zim #invader zim x reader #dib x reader #invader zim dib

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mysterylover123 · 5 years ago

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BNHA Rewatch: Two Heroes

mysterylover123

And before we start Season 3, one more road stop: The Big Freaking Movie, Two Heroes, last year’s surprise anime blockbuster and HeroAca’s first excursion onto the big screen. Time to share my thoughts and rewatch this very entertaining film!

We open with bald eagles, deserts, and cowpoke themes, to make sure we know we’re in America. We fly into “California” which looks more like Las Vegas (not really complaining, I loooove that they picked my hometown state for this) to find young, white schlera eye-having All Might and his hunky bro David Shield kicking ass and taking names. My state’s name, to be precise.

Some exposition follows, basically recapping the premise of HeroAca, as I’m reminded of what a stroke of genius Hori had when he decided to make the MC an easy expositor thanks to his geeky knowledge of all things Hero. Deku will always be Captain Exposition.

Melissa! She’s fun and adorable and amazing, and I just love that the first HeroAca movie chooses to focus on a geeky, kind and energetic lady.

Deku looking back and forth between Melissa’s breasts and All Might’s crotch belt is peak Bi energy.

I’m so jealous that Melissa gets to touch Deku’s hand.

Melissa describing All Might as someone David ‘loves’ is just throwing away all pretence of his heterosexuality, if it ever existed. How the hell did this guy end up with a kid?

Deku blushing around and enthusing over both Melissa and David is max bi energy.

Uraraka’s Annoying Crush Counter: 5

But I’m glad the girls are here! The Bones animators clearly know well what the fanbase wants to see, choosing to give all 6 class 1-A girls at least a cameo in the film, and three of them involved in the main plot. I especially love that, despite being initially pitted against each other, Uraraka and Melissa develop a bit of a womance in the film. OchaLissa ship!

My one major regret about this film is that Mineta is included in the Main Cast. I wish either Mina or Tsuyu had come along for the ride instead - one, they’re better, more lovable characters who could do the same job he does, and two, then we’d have a nearly gender-even cast! (6 Boys: Deku, Katsuki, Tenya, Shoto, Kiri, Kaminari; 5 Girls: Ochaco, Momo, Jiro, Melissa, Mina or Tsu).

Kacchan makes his appearance! This bit was leaked online before the film’s release and drew quite a lot of ire from BKDK shippers and Bakugo fans. I’m mostly annoyed that Deku is acting OOC here; this is Post-Final Exam Deku, post Hero Killer Deku. Would the guy who punched All Might in the face and Bakugo in the face and the Hero Killer in the face be cowering in fear behind Iida, the guy whose life he saved, from the guy he, only a few weeks ago, punched in the face?! Badass Deku Rights!

Ooh a wild Todobaku moment! I always love when they bicker. Or rather, Katsuki bickers and Shoto ignores him.

OH NO you cannot slap me with the Ingenium OST theme and hardcore feels out of nowhere! God this scene is heartbreaking. I love, however, the cut to the whole of Class 1-A and Melissa when they talk about the future.

AH Bakugo’s feet! Why are we staring up his crotch? So this movie has a lot of KiriBaku scenes, and I should probably talk about them a little, since their friendship is a big deal in S3. They’re the only major HeroAca ship I’ve never shipped as a romantic pairing, per se. Like, in this scene, I see Kiri as Katsuki’s wingman, his bro, the guy who teases him about his obvious feelings from someone, not as the guy he has feelings for.

And for Kiri’s sake, I kinda dislike making him basically Bakugo’s sidekick. He willingly hangs out with the guy, when he wants to, in canon, he doesn’t follow him around and become the butt of the joke, and he has lots of other relationships in canon to draw from, so this dynamic between them doesn’t appeal to me.

Melissa being a quirkless kid like Deku is a great idea for the film, especially since she and David still find a way to help others. They’re a brighter image of the person Izuku could have been.

Full Gauntlet is pretty cool

Everyone dresses up pretty! The movie suits/dresses are awesome and (almost) everyone looks great. Why Deku is wearing a baggy zoot-suity mess is beyond me, but hey, he sheds it pretty quickly so I’m not complaining.

If by ‘female assassin’ you mean Beauty Queen. Jiro is gorgeous.

OK the plot ensues! Darn, I could’ve easily enjoyed a movie that was just everyone hanging out and goofing off...ah well, I still love what we got.

This villain does what neither Tomura nor All for One could ever do! Subdue All Might! My god he’s a criminal mastermind!

Deku wants to help, and everyone but Shoto basically piles on the bandwagon afterwards. “And me!” “And me!” “Me too!” “And Me” “Nobody cares Mineta.” I like how they bring up the Powers dilemma, since that’s a big deal in Season 3.

I was pretty impressed by the amount of level grinding our heroes had to do to make it to the top floor. 200 freaking floors, that’s impressive.

Todoroki saved Bakugo! Yay! BTW I love all the tactical planning stuff in this portion, and how lots of characters get to contribute.

10 little superheroes, trying to save the day. Two got lost and then there were eight.

8 little superheroes, escaping from the garden. One saved the others and then there were seven.

7 little superheroes running against the sea, four were trapped by robots and then there were three. (i don’t count mineta).

Three little superheroes, reached the top and flew; one had to float them so then there were two. (she’s fine, Bakugo saved her. Save to win!)

Two little superheroes, faced with a gun. One fell out the window and then there was - never mind, she saved him, he’s fine.

That was fun. Anyway, to sum, the group gets split up as they work to get to the top, leaving only Deku and Melissa to reach the final boss dungeon. Highlights include the usual Kamijiro bantering, Todobaku making an awesome combat move, Uraraka standing against the coming onslaught of robots in a weirdly dramatic scene, and Reciproburst.

Dislikes include Kirishima being portrayed as not much use and kind of stupid (c’mon, he can do better than that!) and Uraraka not getting to kick any real ass other than floating Melissa and Deku.

So we make it to Dramatic Plot Twist Tower and find out that David set up the whole thing. I joke, but I actually didn’t see this coming the first time around and was genuinely surprised. I also think it fits really well with the story they’re telling here: about trying to hold onto the past and forgetting to look to the future. I usually measure good plot twists in terms of how they change the story, characters and themes, and this one does.

On the other hand, Sam betraying him is just kind of silly. “Oh no, not...that guy!”

The villain being named Wolfram makes me wonder if there are any secret Buffyverse fans on Bones’ writing staff. With the next movie’s villain be named Hart?

I love how Melissa is a quirkless character who gets to save the day every bit as much as the powered ones. Also, Deku is freaking awesome in this scene, ngl. It has vibes of his fight with Muscular, that “pinned by an unstoppable wall” thing.

And this has vibes of Deku vs Overhaul trying to save Eri. OMG S4 IS GONNA KILL ME. Anyway Deku tries really really hard to save David Shield and does lots of cool leaps and gets beaten up while doing it, enough to earn some of Wolfram’s respect, but is unable to. Fortunately...

Watashi Ga Kita!

But then...duh duh duh! Wolfram has that power-enhancer-plot MacGuffin! Actually, it’s not a MacGuffin now, because now we the audience kind of care about it. It has weight, it’s significant. The characters care about it, but there’s more to it than just being an interchangeable object.

I LOVE how they animated the metal on this guy. That’s Metalbending. OMG.

Class 1-A showing up and kicking ass as always. I just wanna quibble for a second with how this movie uses Howitzer Impact: a giant mind-blowing explosion in manga canon, a small underwhelming fizzle here.

DUH DUH DUH DRAMATIC PLOT TWIST. Again this one floored me the first time around. My jaw actually dropped when AFO’s theme started playing. Holy crap WHAH How what how. I’m not as excited about this plot twist, as it basically just happens for the sake of being shocking, but hey, that is clearly something AFO would do, and I like seeing him and hearing his theme here anyway, so who cares. Just roll with it!

And now, the reason this movie was made and the premise behind it. We never, in the canon of the manga, actually get to see All Might and Deku fight the same villain at the same time, so the movie I think was made for that purpose: DOUBLE DELAWARE DETROIT SMASH + YSR

OH YOU SAY RUN. You could soundtrack a scene of people sitting around staring at the wall and turn it into the most epic thing ever. I will never get tired of this beautiful, peerless, impossibly good composition. And this is honestly one of my favorite YSR scenes, because dayum, you can’t get much cooler than the Double DD smash.

Visual storytelling here is on point. David Shield’s image of All Might turning into Deku is perfect.

We end on a sunrise, fittingly, and Long Hope Philia sountracked credits - with a small bit of depressing to end on, as we see David is probably gonna get arrested and All Might can’t do nothing about it.

Two Heroes is great. My quibbles with it are all minor. It’s the perfect first movie for BNHA; it is big and bombastic and action-packed, but more important, it gets what MHA is about at it’s core. BNHA is a story about the prior generation of heroes (and villains) passing the torch down to the next one. You know, like how teachers pass info onto their students in Academia. The movie gets that, and it delivers it with aplomb. It’s a great script, every scene and moment is necessary and everything happens in the right place and right order. It’s a thrill to watch, and I can’t even begin to imagine what insane stuff they’re gonna put in Movie #2 BKDK Boogaloo. Starting S3 tomorrow!

BKDK CORNER:

On a rewatch, I’m a little more OK with this scene, because Deku pretty quickly bucks up and takes the challenge - and he doesn’t exactly cower from Kacchan, Iida just gets in the way. I also love that gay sounding “Kacchan, people are watching!” line in the sub.

All of Deku’s Love interests where white flowers on their fancy wear.

NGL this is my favorite part of the movie. That is the sweetest, softest, most endearing smile Bakugo has ever had, and Todoroki seeing it and smirking is just perfect. Baku is peak Tsundere in this scene.

RANKER: The Formal Wear

Girls:

4. Momo - I like the tiara, and the dress is kind of a nice color.

3. Melissa - pretty but a little birthday cake-y.

2. Ochaco - Very cute and well-tailored. The tights really sell it.

1. Jiro - unconventional is the winner of the day here.

Boys:

6. Izuku - Deku where the f did you get that suit? Take it off, please. Why is your taste in clothing so bad.

5. Kirishima - it’s ok, but a little generic.

4. Kaminari - the waiter look isn’t half bad on him

3. Iida - sharp dressed, of course. It looks nice!

2. Todoroki - perfectly handsome, and of course his suit is white.

1. Bakugo - that vest tho. damn.

#my hero academia #my hero academia two heroes #bnha movie #midoriya izuku #All Might #melissa shield #katsuki bakugou #katsudeku #bnha two heroes

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 5 years ago

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FFT: honey on my table; adam page

Notes:

This one was originally sent to me by @adampage on my old / new main blog snarkandsarcasmwrites. This is part 2 of a 3 part thing, btw. The third part is gonna be posted next, lmao. Part one is babes in toyland and can be found by clicking [here].

Summary:

In part 2 of this mini series thing, Grace and Adam are getting onto the cruise ship. They’re sharing a room. Grace is hungry. Food themed teasing comes into play. Part 2 of 3.

Pairing:

Adam Hangman Page x OFC, Grace

Warnings:

Uhh... mildly suggestive.. If you squint. Innuendo and flirting.

The cruise ship loomed ahead and Grace gripped Adam’s hand tighter, making him chuckle and drop hold of her hand to slip an arm around her. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of boats too, darlin.”

“Baby, we’ve been through this. I’m an actual scaredy-cat.” Grace hid her face in his bicep and he stopped their walk to scoop her up, carrying her up the boarding ramp and onto the deck of the ship. He stood her on her own feet and pulled her against him as they were checked in and given a room key. She could feel his hand resting lazily against her ass, rubbing through the thin fabric of her favorite sundress and she felt her cheeks burning hot, a whimper falling softly from her lips as his hand started to squeeze.. Adam chuckled next to her ear, “Somebody’s gettin flustered.”

“Somebody is playing with my ass. He knows exactly what he’s doing. Instigator.”

“I can’t help what my hand does.”

“Hangman..” Grace practically purred his name and he chuckled quietly. “Did I tell ya we got one of the suites?”

“Ah, thank fuck. The less I have to actually deal with other people, the better.” Grace’s arms slipped around his neck as she turned to face him. He chuckled, pulling her flush against his body. “You are somethin else, darlin.” his lips grazed her forehead and she nuzzled against him a little more, fingertips catching in the fabric of the shirt he was wearing as she whispered daringly against his mouth, “Do you think we’ll luck into getting the pool to ourselves at some point?”

“Probably not, little hellion.” Adam teased her gently as they made their way down a long corridor, too caught up in each other to really bother with anyone else around them. Kenny passed them up and Grace scowled after him as Adam pretty much just didn’t even bother with speaking to the guy. “If he fucks up your shot at the titles, I swear to God…”

“Darlin, whoa.. easy.” Adam snickered at her getting all worked up even though it was cute as hell when she did and it made him feel loved.. Important. Wanted.. Like he was ten feet tall and bulletproof. “This a hunger thing? Because you’re not you when you’re hungry, princess.”

“Oh bite me, Hangman.”

“Where, darlin?” Adam’s eyes roamed freely over her body and he leaned in, teeth bared and scraping gently over the exposed cleavage, teasing gleam in his eyes. “Adam.” Grace whined, her head lightly hitting against the door to their suite as they stopped in front of it. He fumbled for the keys and kept dropping them thanks to his hands and mouth being all over Grace and when he finally got the doors unlocked, he picked her up, stepping into the room, quick to open the door again and hang out the Do Not Disturb sign. Just for good measure, he took the phone in the room off the hook too.

Then for extra good measure, he turned off his cell phone. Grace dug around for her own, powering it down too and Adam was being pulled down onto the massive king sized bed, settling himself over her as she raised a leg, bending it at the knee and his hand gripped her thigh tight beneath the hem of that little pink sundress.

They bumped noses and laughed quietly. But the growling of their stomachs had them springing apart and snickering out loud.

“Darlin, you that hungry?”

“Me? It sounded like you had a dinosaur loose in your stomach, big guy. I’ma go see if there’s anything in here to eat..” her eyes settled on the wicker basket sitting atop the dresser by the door and she spied the varied assortments of fruit and candies.. And the bottle of chocolate syrup tucked away with a bottle of honey behind it. She was bounding over and grabbing the bottle, twisting it open.

“Darlin, c’mon. Let’s go find real food.”

“Hangman, I want junk.”

He waved his hands and chuckled softly, shaking his head. She struggled with the lid on the honey jar, pouting and he reached around her, taking the bottle from her hands and unscrewing the lid. When it earned him a deep and almost needy kiss and her practically climbing him like a tree, he barely restrained a growl just shy of passing his lips as he stepped back over to the bed, sitting her down on it.

He flopped down beside her and reached out, lazily dragging his index finger around the rim of the little glass jar gazing at her with a teasing smirk as he held out his finger to her. Grace guided his finger to her lips and as her lips closed around it, cleaning away the honey smeared there, Adam swore under his breath and rose to a sitting position, pulling her into his lap. The jar of honey was taken and sat on the nightstand and he gently took her face in his hands, kissing her until he felt her lips starting to swell. She rocked and grinded in his lap and he sucked in a ragged breath. “Oh, you want it now, hm? But I thought you were starvin and you wanted junk food, darlin?”

“Screw the junk food. I want you.” Grace muttered against his mouth, earning her a quiet growl and Adam getting her back against the mattress as he settled over the top of her all over again. “Maybe there’s a way we can have both.” he mused.

“Oh?” Grace’s eyes fluttered open and shut at the way his lips danced against her skin, the contrast between rough and soft driving her crazy and making her wiggle and squirm beneath his body, trying desperately to rub against him, to do anything she could to ease the ache settled in her core and get more friction. Adam’s hand slipped down, gripping her hips and squeezing as he muttered lazily against her collarbone, “First we gotta get this dress off ya. I really hate to do this but..” he pulled her up and reached around, the snapping of thin strings making her gasp and whimper as she bit her lip. He tugged the dress free and tossed it behind him onto the floor, staring down at her intently. Her hands went for the hem of his shirt and she tugged it upward, letting it settle on the floor next to her dress. Her fingers raked down his chest slowly and he bit his lip, gasping slowly and quietly. She stared up at him, the most innocent of smiles on her face the entire time. Her finger snagged in the button of his jeans and as it loosened, he bucked himself against her and leaned down, muttering right next to her ear, “What’s that look for, huh? What are you gonna do to me, princess?”

“Oh.. you’ll see.” Grace gently shoved him back against the mattress after she’d gotten his jeans unzipped and given both jeans and boxers a tug, letting them pool to the floor at his feet. Adam shook his pants free from his leg after taking off his boots. He was pressing into her all over again, thrusting against her thigh and groaning at the sticky warmth coating the inside. He stopped to look up at her and with a smirk, he reached out for the bottle of chocolate syrup sitting next to the bed on the nightstand.

“Remember when I said we can have both?”

“Mhm.” Grace was rocking up against him, mouth latching onto his skin clumsily with every chance she got. Her hands were all over him. Adam chuckled quietly and the silent tearing of the protective covering over the lid of chocolate syrup broke through their kisses and heavy breathing and the quiet whimpers she made. “Well, I’m starvin, darlin.” his tongue trailed slowly over his lips and she squeezed his hips with her legs. As his mouth began to dance down her body, the flimsy fabric of the strapless bra she wore didn’t stand a chance when his hands grasped it, it came apart easily in those hands and Adam chuckled quietly, eyes dancing over her mostly nude body and filled with desire when they met her own. She shivered at his touch and the feel of five o’clock shadow against her skin. Her legs practically fell open in anticipation just as his teeth snagged on the waistband of the matching panties to the bra he’d just destroyed and thrown to the floor carelessly. As he started to tug them lower, reaching up to snag his index fingers on either side and snap those in two as well, he reached down again, the soft release of air from the bottle as he opened the lid had Grace’s eyes widening and had her squirming as sticky and cold syrup met her warm skin. Adam carefully drew a line of chocolate across her abdomen, his eyes meeting hers as he winked and leaned down, that thick tongue swiping in a slow and lazy broad stroke right over her belly, a low chuckle rising from the depths of his chest as he did so.

“Oh.. Mmm.” Grace’s head fell back and she bit her lower lip, squirming under the feel of his tongue and it’s broad strokes over her skin. He drew a bullseye around her navel and as soon as he started to lick away the chocolate there, she giggled, nearly coming away from the bed. Adam stopped and rose up, mischevious gleam in his eyes. “So ya are ticklish.. Hmm.” he made his way up her body, leaning down to whisper against her ear, “Open that mouth, princess..C’mon. This is somethin I’ve always wanted t’ try.”

Grace leaned up a little, licking her lips and eyeing the bottle of chocolate syrup in his hands. “Oh yeah?”

“Mhm.” Adam raised the bottle of chocolate syrup, pouring just a little into his mouth before leaning down, pressing himself down into her body, pinning her against the mattress as his hand wandered down and all over, squeezing and cupping and caressing her body. Grace’s tongue met his and she tasted the heavy sweet taste of the syrup, taking it into her own mouth, groaning at the way it felt and how handy he was getting. It was getting harder and harder for her to keep quiet and Adam seemed to know this, smirking against her skin as soon as he’d drizzled even more syrup down the front of her throat, letting it roll down between her breasts. “Didn’t think this stuff could get any sweeter, darlin.” he mumbled huskily against soft warm skin, “turns out I was wrong. I could eat you right up.”

Her fingertips dug into his shoulderblade, gripping, trying to rub herself against him as much as she could in a desperate bid to ease the dull throbbing ache as it settled deep in her core and also get as much friction as she could. “Oh you could?” she gasped as she rocked herself against him. Adam’s mouth ventured back up her body, capturing her mouth in a slow and deep kiss as he mumbled a husky “Yeah. As a matter of fact, darlin.. I think that’s exactly what I’m gonna do..”

#adam hangman page fanfiction #adam hangman page fanfic #adam hangman page fic #adam hangman page oneshot #adam hangman page imagine #part 2 of 3 #// food mentions ; alcohol tw

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im-abanana · 7 years ago

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“Meant to Belong” [2/3]

The second part of my Bendy x Alice story, I’ve just updated AO3 as well!

This is still a “safe” chapter, only Fluff in here, ‘cause I’ve decided to put the Smut part on the third. Hope you’ll enjoy this one, too!

The song I used is “My Escape” by Ravenscode, btw.

You are a total idiot. Yes, you are, and such a scaredy cat too. Compliments.

Alright, alright, enough with that shit! Let's say that Bendy didn't find the bravery to actually talk to Alice during the long break they just had, and let's even say that the still very nervous angel was now standing right next to the little devil on stage, waiting to find herself in front of their teeming audience once again, with a terrified and uncomfortable expression painted on her slim face and evidently not really up to perform or sing... fucking Hell, they were ruined, and the demonic character knew it well, too. “Great, really great. Oh for Satan's sake, why are girls always so complicated?” the minute star of the show thought as he carefully fixed his own black jacket, the refined piece of clothing Alice rudely tossed against his rounded face when they met in the main corridor just three or four minutes ago. “She's really mad at me this time.”.

Oh, and judging by the death stare Joey and the rest of the worried crew were giving them from behind the busy scenes, an earful or a punishment were the best options the united trio could hope for, especially if they'd mess up again during that important performance. Come on, those annoying creators were definitely exaggerating, his loyal co-workers were professionals and it wasn't entirely Bendy's fault, to be frank! Besides, he had a great plan to cheer Angel Face and his beloved fans up after the previous failure, with a little help from a certain best friend of his and a clarinet. If being successful and famous could allow you to disobey your bosses' direct orders and breaking tons of rules from time to time, heck yeah, Bendy was more than ready to do it his own way and make peace with the angelic singer of his band. “Ready for it, Boris?” the short devil silently whispered to the tall wolf, grabbing a microphone, winking at his kind-hearted buddy and getting an excited thumbs-up as a response; very good, it could finally begin. “Time to set this stage on fire, Bendy.”.

“Would you help me to find a new way? Would you guide me through all of this again? Don't let me slip away.” Bendy's unmistakable voice suddenly sang in the complete silence and darkness when the little devil met the angel's still irritated gaze, surprisingly and promptly accompanied by the peculiar sound of Boris' clarinet, as if those two had arranged to perform that unforseen song together, without saying anything to Joey, to the rest of the crew and especially to Alice, who was the one supposed to follow the right dance steps and don't mess up again. That wasn't on the syllabus, what was happening!? What was Bendy planning that time!? For fuck's sake, that disgusting demon was surely doing that on purpose, he truly enjoyed embarrassing her and get his friends and co-workers in trouble with the creators and the audience! All. The. Time. “I need you here 'till the very end, so stay here with me. There's so much love in your smile when I look at your face, and I'm here to stay. You're my first and my last love, and you're my escape.”

But no, not this time: instead of staying still and ruthlessly watch the angelic cartoon's certain failure, grinning at the fallen girl from afar or internally make fun of her lack of preparation and actual panic, evident and almost tangible in her elegant traits, Bendy slowly stepped forward and tilted his round head to look in the young woman's black orbs and lifted his tiny arms up, to gently intertwine his thicker fingers with her tapered ones, silently asking Alice to dance with him; only a simple gaze was more than enough for the two of them to understand each other's thoughts, doubts and secret desires or fears. Natural chemistry, or just an artificial connection? Well, it didn't really concern her now, since Bendy was trying to truly “apologize” for the very first time of his life, so better take advantage from this situation. “So tell me you'll be right here with me, hearing your voice is like hearing an angel sing. Through the good and bad and all in between, you're the one that I want and the one that I need, and I know.” the little devil happily intoned as he guided and moved with his surprised partner on the tidy stage, reminding Alice that his main innate talent was, in fact, dance. Oh, and probably charm too, since the stunning girl couldn't take her eyes off the demon, feeling hypnotised by his sly but caring grin.

Their inky and agile bodies were beautifully lit by the powerful light bulb of the spotlight, that was closely following their graceful and expert movements, almost accentuating the shiny fabric of their fancy gown and suit and each curve of their relaxed muscles, that were freely tensing and flexing to create an unequalled physical harmony and simultaneously a lovely but tacit tension between the apparently mismatched couple. It was like “seeing a fierce predator carefully interact with a frail prey”, that's how Joey and the others described their complicated and burning relationship; you could never know when one of the two would attack, or run, or growl at the other, or angrily submit without a fight, so as not to cause stupid disasters or useless problems to the superiors.

Yeah, the last option occurred pretty rarely to be completely honest, especially before an important performance or worse, a premiere; sometimes, a cold punch in the face or a firm kick in the delicate guts were way more satisfying than a plain compliment by the bosses or a nice communication with the patient and poor crew that had to put up with their unpredictable behaviour 24 hours a day, every single day. Egoism, you might say? Maybe a little bit, alright, but ehy! Brawling with an arrogant rival was one of life's few joys, maybe the sweetest, but the moments of complete peace or dammit, even tenderness between the spiteful devil and the fiery fallen angel were so incredibly rare that right now, seeing the two cartoons performing together with such grace, trust, respect and strength was almost unbelievable, definitely jaw-dropping.“You taught me to live each day, to live each day like it's my last. I won't make you turn away! So come with me, and never look back!”.

That particular song and its deep meaning couldn't be random at all, but the dancers' regal and measured steps surely were improvised... or at least things would have looked like that under the keen and trained eyes of a critic, or a journalist. Luckily for everyone nobody important was there that night, only the inexpert kids and the parents were watching the duo's little show, staring at Bendy and Alice with fascinated expressions and enchanted faces, not speaking as not to disrupt the magical and intimate atmosphere of the busy and pretty crowded room. “After all that we've been through, you are still by my side and I'm grateful you're there and I, I love you. You're my best friend and I want you to know I care!”. Only the tapping sound of their refined shoes hitting the wooden floor of the magnificent proscenium was audible, and the much more taller fallen angel smiled benignly as she spotted the tiny demon having an hard time keeping up with her own fast pace and hold her gloved hands in his, very careful not to step on her pale feet at the same time. Fucking height difference...

Poor thing, maybe he needed some help? Very well.

“So- Uh!?” a loud gasp of surprise and pure fear escaped from Bendy's parted lips as Alice unexpectedly bend over, curled her long fingers around his slim waist and easily picked him up, leaving her black haired partner with his short legs pitifully hanging in midair and feeling his pointed tail snugly wrapping around her curved hips, tightly, to probably get some sort of support and better security. Despite the minute star's evident confusion and distress, those momentary emotions were soon replaced by irrepressible excitement and frenzy as the young woman kept dancing with him in her arms and whispered a quick “I won't drop you, don't worry. Just sing with me.” against the demon's flushed left cheek. That wish was his command and besides, being so tall was awesome indeed! Cool! So that's how Boris and Alice always felt while walking around or simply standing!“S-so tell me you'll be right here with me, hearing your voice is like hearing an angel sing. Through the good and bad and all in between, you're the one that I want and the one that I need, and I know!”.

“So this is how we planned it, knowing that we won't be alone. And this is how it's supposed to be, when you knew it all along!” Alice elegantly sang right after her limp co-worker, her voice echoing in the thin walls and reaching such perfect high notes Bendy couldn't even imagine existed. In those unique moments, the little demon could clearly understand why he felt that huge tension when that majestic, angelic creature would walk on stage and stop by his tense side, giving all she got to their loyal and cheering fans: Alice's powerful but also mild singing was capable of making your fragile ribcage shake in total bliss, your weak heart faint with overwhelming emotion, your knees turning into slimy jelly and your head soar on the clouds of Heaven and drown into the sweetest dreams and wildest fantasies. And her face was so incredible too, her body so damn sexy, her smile so tender and so cute... her freaking everything was perfect, designed to appear breathtaking and absolutely appetizing to everyone, and especially him. Dammit, was he really that helpless in front of her undeniable beauty? Yeah, most likely. “So tell me you'll be right here with me, hearing your voice is like hearing an angel sing...”.

“... through the good and bad and all in between, you're the one that I want and the one that I need.” brushing her smooth and pale chin with the covered tip of his index finger, Bendy encouraged the young angel to look into his pitch black orbs, that were shining with great amusement and sincere entertainment as he took a final breath and filled his small lungs with air, ready for the last verse which he hoped they would sing together. And so they did.

“So tell me you'll be right here with me. Hearing your voice is like hearing an angel sing! Through the good and bad and all in between, you're the one that I want and the one that I need, and I know.” mixing and caressing each other like two passionate lovers would, the couple's voices generated an harmony that fit the romantic song, a very strange thing since they were technically natural enemies: an angel and a devil, good and bad, white and black, grace and disgrace. But maybe sometimes you just needed to forget about the differences to change your condition and embrace a new experience, or a surprising point or view; in fact, that was the very first time they performed together with such composure, without punching or trying to toss the other off the stage every five seconds. Even the audience seemed uncaring about their physical nature or their former relationship, since every single person in the big room immediately got up and started to clap forcefully and merrily, shouting out enthusiastic compliments and cheering at the top of their lungs, yelling their beloved names non-stop. Yes, their names, Alice's and Bendy's at the same exact time, as if they were one, as if them both had... the same importance. “And I know...”.

“Eheh, you hear them, Angel Cake? Listen carefully: this is all for you, you should be proud of yourself! Great job, not as good as mine of course, but pretty close!” Bendy weakly mumbled and laughed under his unsure breath with his usual sly and smug grin, panting a little to regain his yearned breath and still holding onto her narrow but robust shoulders. At this point, the tall angel seriously started to think that his dumb smile was indelible from his round visage, and soon after she felt his long black tail dropping down, the little devil trusting the girl completely and relaxing every single muscle, his tiny limbs imperceptibly contracting because of the previous exertion, and his sore throat aching slightly. Meh, singing wasn't that great after all... who cared about that stuff anyway, despite that he was still the most awesome star ever, and dancing was the most appreciated talent! “They love you, toots!”.

“No Bendy, you're wrong. Not only me.” Alice replied with a gentle and ecstatic smile, that only became wider as the angelic cartoon met the joyful gazes of the little kids, of the adults, of the teenagers and elders all around them. To the devil's tired and burning eyes, that amazing smile could lit the whole town, even the whole world. As the reddish curtain was rapidly brought down by the staff, the black haired woman turned her head towards her short co-worker and sincerely declared: “This is for us, for me, Boris and you. They love us all.”.

The sudden and rather scary sound of a powerful thunder broke the respectful silence that was deeply connecting the duo's blurred thoughts, and the violent rain started to ruthlessly beat against the thick windows, the grey rooftops, the hard asphalt, the greenish trees and everything standing outside their safe and warm building; at that precise moment, as the couple heard the noisy people, who just a few instants before were cheering them and clapping, standing up and quickly walking towards the exit to return home before the storm would get worse, the two talented cartoons knew that their show was finally over, at least for the night. Tomorrow was another day, hopefully a successful one.

“I guess... I guess it's time for me to rest and get some sleep, but only if Joey and the other creators don't wish to discuss the next performance with me, of course. Nice work by the way, I had fun tonight.” Alice kindly explained to her oddly attentive partner, clearing her throat and putting Bendy down with the needed attention, then scratching her cold nape with her nails and hearing another deafening rumble coming from outside. The young angel gently snickered and blinked a couple of times, feeling totally unafraid: “Now, that is what I call a real storm! Right? Bendy, what the...?” the black haired girl questioned and immediately spotted the little dancing demon hiding behind her calm form, his pointy tail tightly pressed between his curved legs and his tiny knees shivering in pure terror. No way, was he seriously...? “Bendy, are you... are you afraid of thunder and storms, like Boris is?”.

Snarling and frowning deeply in response, clearly irritated by her insolent insinuation, the minute demon promptly opened his thin lips to growl: “Pff, if I'm scared!? Do I look scared to you, Angel Face!? Pff! Me, Bendy the Dancing Demon, afraid of thunder and storms like some kind of crybaby, or like that wolf? You're insulting my pride and underestimating me, woman! I'm not scared at all, ok? No, no, no, no, no, no, no...” the stubborn star repeated mostly to himself with his slightly high-pitched voice, causing Alice to let out a pretty frustrated groan and cross her pale arms as she patiently waited for the truth. “... no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, maybe a little bit. Ugh, okay fine, yes! You won, I'm scared of thunder and storms, too! Are you happy now?”.

“Nah, not really, I'm just amused.” Alice shrugged it off with a brazen and superior look, laughing in front of her terrified co-worker without shame and with a vicious glint shining in her dark irises, almost enjoying the awkward situation and seeing Bendy so vulnerable and fragile. “What's the matter, Bendy? Afraid of sleeping all alone, in your isolated and lonely room, with that terrible storm right outside the building and those thunders roaring in your ears? Ahah, you're very cute sometimes. I personally think that you should share a bed with someone tonight since you're so scared, little one!”.

After a moment of total silence and wise reflection, a squealing phrase that the beautiful, young angel would have never expected to hear was desperately shouted by the pleading devil, who dropped down on his weak knees and left the girl completely speechless: “Please toots, we both know that we hate each other's guts with all our soul and passion, but can I sleep with you tonight!?”.

… wait, what the fuck?

#Bendy and the Ink Machine #bendy the dancing demon #alice angel #bendy x alice #benlice #bendalice #fluff #fanfiction

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Can you give me a Villain! Rumlow going on dates with (kidnapping) Tony and the Team not being supportive even though he starts assisting Iron Man on the field and practically lives in the tower Maybe post CA:CW for the angst?

Brock and Tony? Why, of course, darling! I will always support this pairing!

Btw this is my 1000th Post!!! So of course I had to make it a little longer :) I even managed to add in some light bitter Sunday-ness, but I kept it very light, mostly just focused on Tony moving on. I think you should be able to enjoy this no matter how you stand on the CW fallout, but let me know if you disagree and I will tag it accordingly.

Also tagging @darkly-stark and @susieeslei because Brock and Tony.

It starts with one of Tony’s spur-of-the-moment decisions that always end up being either phenomenal or catastrophic, and never anything in between. The vote is still out on this particular one though.

Because Tony is seated in his favourite restaurant when he walks in–more like slams the doors open and pushes a startled waiter out of his way as he strides towards Tony’s nicely decorated table. And just as he’s been served his main course too.

For a long moment Tony blinks up at Brock Rumlow who is positively brimming with volatile determination, then looks back down at his plate. The food, as always, looks delicious.

“Why don’t you join me?” Tony blurts out before he can think better of it.

Rumlow stills, a flutter of what might have been confusion briefly flashing across his face.

“Please, sit down,” Tony gestures towards the unoccupied chair, having already decided to roll with this. He’s not been gutted yet, which can only be a good sign. “My treat of course.” He flashes his brightest smile and–much to his surprise, not that he’ll ever admit it–Rumlow does indeed sit down.

He looks as surprised as Tony which makes Tony feel better about this situation. Resisting the urge to gape–go with it, go with it, totally going with it–Tony turns and waves over the first waiter who crawls out from where he’s taken cover under a table.

“Could you get me another menu, please?” Tony asks with all the nonchalance his life as a public persona has trained into him. “Oh, and another whiskey.” He takes one look at Rumlow who is sort of glaring–or maybe that’s his normal expression, who knows–at the menu and adds, “Make that two.”

Rumlow spends most of the meal glaring daggers at anyone and anything unlucky enough to catch his attention. Tony spends most of the meal expecting a fight to break out any second.

The food is delicious though.

From one moment to the next the bar goes silent. It’s Tony’s first clue that something is wrong. The second is the slow, measured footsteps cutting through the silence, definitely, definitely heading in his direction. The third is the one everyone turns in their chairs to stare at him.

Tony refuses to turn around from where he’s sitting at the bar, slumped over an almost empty glass. There is probably a gun aimed at his head by now, but fuck if he cares.

It’s been a shit day long before lunch time got around. Tony is in no mood to entertain anyone, would-be killer or otherwise.

“Want a drink?” he asks, not bothering to look whom he’s offering it too.

Another moment of silence passes, before a familiar voice grumbles “You’re paying, Stark,” and well.

That’s how Tony finds himself sharing a drink with Brock Rumlow for the second time this month. It’s not as bad as it probably should be.

It wasn’t supposed to be a thing. Really. Tony doesn’t even realise it’s become a thing until the bartender at his standard I-want-to-disappear-and-not-have-anyone-talk-to-me-the-whole-time-I’m-there bar greets him with a “Your usual?” and fills two glasses.

The worst part is, when Rumlow slides into his seat next to Tony a couple of minutes later, he’s not even surprised.

It has definitely become a thing.

Tony likes to think he’s quite good at keeping his private and professional life separated–whether or not the evidence supports this statement is another matter.

In any case, despite Brock Rumlow’s unfortunate status as a villain, meeting up with the man semi-regularly for a drink and a long, surprisingly comfortable silence, has been uncomplicated. Almost suspiciously so. Tony has JARVIS on the look-out for any trap Rumlow might be trying to lay, but so far nothing has come from it.

Tony isn’t about to let his guard down, of course, but for the time being figuring out Rumlow’s hidden motives isn’t a top priority. He’s got more urgent problems. Like that giant, ball of a glibbering, highly corrosive mass currently eating away at this suit. His metal suit. At a disturbing pace.

If Tony had still been able to move, it might not have been such a big problem. He probably could’ve gotten out of this whatever-it-is before the acid reached his fleshy parts. As it is, the suit is down. So is the communication. And Tony is effectively trapped.

It’s not the kind of death he would’ve wished for himself, but genius or not, he’s rapidly running out of time and options.

There is a sudden jolt, and then Tony is flying. He hits the ground hard a moment later, accompanied by a lot of creaks and cracks, the suit far too damaged to bear the weight of the fall the way he usually would.

His suit is little more than a deadweight still, dented and torn open in several places at this point, and it takes Tony a couple of minutes to bend the emergency release lash to his will. Literally. By the time he’s managed to free himself, the battle is finally over, and the rest of his team are looking for him.

Tony brushes them off with a quick and an easy smile. Just another near-death experience, hitting it close but not too close. He’s getting used to that. It’s not a big deal.

Later that night, Tony has JARVIS pull up any and all surveillance data on the fight. Until he finds the hooded figure reaching into the corrosive goo and pulling him out. Until he identifies the gait, the self-made claw-like conceptions used to drag him free.

He deletes all the evidence moments later, a pensive frown on his face.

Two days later Tony buys Brock Rumlow another drink. Neither of them mention the last Avengers’ mission.

There’s a dirty spot on the bar, right next to a small bowl of cashews. Tony would know. He’s been staring at it for the past seventeen minutes. At least it hasn’t moved.

A drink is set down in front of him with a soft click. His usual order. Except he’s never been to this place before.

Tony turns around, only to come face to face with Brock Rumlow.

Absently, Tony notes that he’s not even surprised.

Still. He raises a questioning eyebrow.

There’s no ‘Sorry your team is broken beyond repair’ or ‘Must have sucked to get back from a Siberian bunker without a functional suit, how’d you do it?’ or even ‘Fine mess, those Accords, huh? How’re you holding up?’.

All Tony gets is a non-committed shrug, and a grumbled, “Figured it’s my turn to pay the tab.”

Somehow, it’s enough.

There’s another mutant kid running around midtown, that wants the world to pay for all the unfulfilled hopes and crushed dreams, for all the times it was scorned and abandoned and left behind.

Tony can relate. He refuses to stand by and let it happen all the same.

Vision and Spiderman are slowly finding their rhythm in a fight, but the Avengers–what’s left of them–don’t hold the same kind of power they used to anymore.

When Crossbones joins the fray, Tony finds himself hoping he won’t have to fight on two fronts. It’s the first time in a while that his hopes are met.

Officially Tony can’t turn Crossbones’ help down, whenever Rumlow feels like offering. It burns, just a bit, even now, that for all that it presents a convenient excuse, it’s also true.

Rhodey is recovering, but it’s a slow process, and three players in the field aren’t enough. Especially when you’re on the defence and have civilians to protect.

Unofficially working with Rumlow isn’t bad, not that Tony would ever admit such a thing. Maybe he’s a little too fond of violence sometimes, a little too careless when it comes to collateral damage, but he works well with the team–are they a team yet, when Tony can’t ever bring himself to refer to them as such?–and hasn’t let them down yet.

After one of their less destructive skirmishes, Tony hands Rumlow a transmitter for one of their frequencies–not the official one of course. It’s as close to an induction as they get, with the UN committee for inter- and extra-national security watching them closely.

Rumlow settles a lot of their shared tabs these days.

He pays.

Tony used to check. He hasn’t bothered in a while.

The first time Rumlow kidnaps Tony is right after a gruesome battle that almost costs Spiderman his life. He just–takes Tony.

Once Spidey is confirmed to be alive and well, Tony doesn’t even have the strength to fight him anymore.

It’s not as bad as it could have been. There are no evil lairs, to terrified minions, no threats. There’s just a beach–Tony has forgotten how much he missed it, the crashing waves, the smell of salt and water, the wind–no people as far as Tony can see, except for them. They drink iced coffee, and kick sand at each other’s feet, and Rumlow never comments on the fact that Tony doesn’t go deeper than ankle-height into the water.

The public is freaking out. General Ross is frothing at the mouth. Spidey sends a ‘Back at school now will you stop having FRIDAY set my alarm already?’ text, followed by a lot of glaring emojis.

Rumlow hands him a virgin Pina Colada.

Tony hasn’t felt this warm since Siberia.

They come back eventually. His former team mates. It was always going to happen, Tony knows. Eventually. He’s been preparing for this day from the beginning, perhaps even before they ever fought at that German airport.

Doesn’t mean Tony is ready when it finally happens.

Rumlow isn’t there when the plane touches the ground. Tony grits his teeth together and smiles for the cameras.

Working together again, the new Avengers side by side with the old ones, goes about as smoothly as you would expect. Which is to say not at all. They’re out of sync, and it becomes painfully obvious the first time they’re sent out together how much it affects them in the field.

They win. Barely.

Tony sends Spidey home before Rogers even has the chance to announce a recap. He doesn’t want the kid around when the shouting starts, and there will be shouting. All of them are too frustrated with their less than stellar performance for a calm, rational discussion.

At least, Tony assumes they are. He’s never gets the chance to find out for sure. Because that’s when Crossbones shows up.

With minions. A lot of minions.

It takes Tony approximately fifteen seconds to work out that they’re a distraction. It takes the rest of the definitely-not-a-team half a minute longer.

By that point, it’s already too late: Crossbones and Iron Man have disappeared without a trace.

“You can’t keep kidnapping me every time I’m–” Tony trails off. Can’t quite bring himself to say the unspoken ‘about to be alone with them’ out loud.

It would reveal too much. Acknowledge too much. Tony isn’t very good at acknowledging what he doesn’t want to be true. Or what he wants too much to be true, for that matter.

“I’m a villain,” Brock–he’s been Brock for a while now, and Tony still isn’t sure whether he likes that or not–snorts disdainful. “I can do whatever I want.”

There’ll be a lot of screaming later. A lot of accusations and rumours and arguments. Of that Tony has no doubt.

He leans a little closer with a teasing smile all the same. “Oh?” He hums thoughtfully. “And what is it you want right now?”

The world is a mess. The Avengers are broken beyond repair. Crossbones loves violence a little too much. Brock has a nice smile.

Tony is warm.

Tony Stark’s spur-of-the-moment decisions always end up being either phenomenal or catastrophic, and never anything in between.

Sometimes, on rare occasions, they are both.

Please let me know what you think, guys! Have you boarded this particular rare pair ship yet?

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