#and they were way too on board with collateral damage

[lennat2]

Man, Sailor Moon anime really made Michiru and Haruka way more antagonistic than they needed to be.

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— ALL I WANNA DO

SUMMARY : aka. part 2 of jump on into the fire. in which she finally makes a decision about ben’s previous offer to start a family together.

PAIRING : soldier boy x supe!reader (f)

CHARACTERS : billy butcher, hughie campbell

WARNINGS : nsfw (18+), smut, mutual masturbation, cum play, dacryphilia (Ben, *said scoldingly*), angst

WORD COUNT : 5.9k

A/N : title from splashh song. daydreaming is so fun, this is the birth of my imagination as i watched the boys. also, i chose the reader’s super name to be ‘guardian’ bc I play too much destiny 😔. edited this to be part two of jump on into the fire Xx

To say things were awkward and tense between her and Soldier Boy was an understatement. Even the rest of the team could feel the tension between them, but since Y/N tried to be as discreet as possible about their relationship, they chopped it up to her being upset at him. Especially after the events at Herogasm. 

She could have handled the situation better, but the implication that he liked her, as in enough to have kids with her, set alarms off in her head. He put her on the spot and she wasn’t ready for that for multiple reasons. 

For one, she didn’t always buy that pathetic, wide-eyed look he’d give them when he was talking about his mistakes, because he didn’t really feel all that bad about it. He’s a soldier, those were just collateral damage, casualties that occurred as he did his job, and so it doesn’t actually matter to him, and it probably never will. The problem wasn’t that he was evil, because he wasn’t, that was all Homelander. The problem was that Ben simply didn’t care. He’s a soldier meant to be ordered around, it didn't matter if he was right or wrong. 

 That night, just for a few seconds, she stopped seeing him that way. He said something sweet and instead of laughing it off or saying ‘shut up’, she actually liked the idea of being his, of starting a family. 

That realisation was terrifying. 

What would the rest of the team say? Even without MM, Annie, Frenchie, or Kimiko around, she could imagine their faces if they ever found out that she and Ben had a complicated relationship. Especially MM, and she empathised with him the most. She felt like she was betraying them, for what? A crush?

“You alright, Guardian?” Butcher asked, standing next to her. He was trying to analyse her, trying to get into her head and why she was now staring off past the glass door. She looked at him, eyes flashing up to his face and then to his posture, curiously tilting her head to the side at the sudden interest he had in her spaciness. 

“Yeah, why?” She asked, looking away from him to stare out the door again, the nice view from the Legend’s place. She knew he’d probably, finally, bring up the awkwardness between her and Ben, his sudden sour mood, and the way he hadn’t tried to make a move on her since that night. Or maybe Butcher was going to sweep it under the rug like he seemed to be doing these days, focusing mainly on the fact that both her and Ben were still getting the job done properly. At least she was. 

Ben seemed to have a lot of other stuff going on and what had happened at Herogasm made it clear that he wasn’t as okay or as in control  as he liked to pretend he was. She was there after all, when Ben had confessed to Hughie that he’d blacked out, with those wet, puppy-dog eyes, claiming to be a good guy. 

He was a bully, but more than anything, Ben was truly pathetic. He wanted to be the best, to stay at the top, to prove he was worth more than anyone else, and he hated it when anyone threatened that. It’s why he was on board with ending Homelander. It’s why he treated everyone around him like complete shit, especially if he felt they were trying to rise above him. 

“Soldier Boy don’t want you to come,” he said bluntly, gazing at her without much of a fuck about how she’ll react. She quickly turned to look at him, confused and irritated as soon as those words came out of his mouth. 

“What the fuck?” She glared at him, but mostly, she was pissed at Ben. Could he not tell her that himself? Then Butcher had the audacity to chuckle at her reaction and she narrowed his eyes. He only raised his hands with a smirk on his face when she shoved him for laughing. “Assholes!” She didn’t wait for him to say anything, just rolled her eyes and started to walk angrily to where Ben was now changing into his uniform. 

When she slammed the door open, the doorknob cracked a hole into the wall and she could hear the Legend shout asking what the noise was but she couldn’t give two fucks about answering. Ben turned around to look at her, his face was serious at first when he zipped up the front of his suit, but then he froze when he saw her fuming.

“Why the fuck are you benching me?” She heard some shuffling by the door and she glared at Hughie and Butcher who were being nosy, only catching Hughie scrambling away and pulling Butcher with him. 

“I’m not benching you,” Ben started, turning away from her unnecessarily to cover his chest with the heavy armour piece. “I’m trying to keep you safe.” 

“I’ve been doing this alone for years. I don’t need you to protect me.” She narrowed her eyes at his back, staring at him as he practically ignored her. This was probably the longest conversation they’ve both had since that night, but the room was still thick with awkward and even sexual tension that set her skin on fire. “I’m going, fuck you if you don’t like it,” she said firmly after a few minutes of silence. 

“The fuck you are,” he replied angrily, finally turning around to face her. 

She hated herself, the way her body was already reacting to his hard stare. With his stupid green eyes practically boring into her, trying to force her to listen to him rather than get in the way of his focus. Because he knew he’d be too busy worrying about her getting mind-fucked to actually focus on anything. He could get Butcher and Hughie killed, but actually he didn’t give a shit about them, he could get her killed. 

He couldn’t tell her that. If he did, she’d push him further away than she already had. To think he fucked up the one good thing he saw coming out of this shit mission, the one good thing in his entire miserable and disappointing life. He wanted her so bad and he wished he could take back what he said so things weren’t awkward between them. Because having her in any way that he could get her was better than this, but it was already out there. The implication of what he really wanted from her. 

He couldn’t force her to want it. He couldn’t force her to like him. Hell, he didn’t even like himself. He was a fucking disappointment, so why would she think he was more than that? He was a fool and she was better than him. She didn’t sign up to work for Vought, she didn’t wear some stupid fucking suit for a slut, or get paid for saving the lives of the people in her city. She doesn’t give a shit about fame. She’s just her. 

Y/N L/N, with a normal, boring job, and a secret life living up to the name her city gave her, the Guardian. 

“Give me one good reason why it’s too dangerous for me to go.” She crossed her arms over her chest and waited expectantly for him to give her something. She knew he’d have way too many things to list and that each one would mean nothing to her. So, all he did was glare at her, cursing softly under his breath knowing he wasn’t going to win this argument, but fuck if it didn’t make him like her more.

It hadn’t gone as bad as Ben had thought it would go. Y/N didn’t get injured or even have to fight at all. Whether he’d liked it or not, he has Hughie to thank for that. There was no struggle or any big fight that broke out when they found Mindstorm with Hughie and Butcher, who was now awake. 

Dan was distracted with Hughie and from a distance and at an angle, Ben threw his knife at Dan’s eye, preventing him from using his abilities on them. Y/N had been shocked, almost as much as Hughie when he’d bashed his head in with his shield, but the news he’d gotten from Mindstorm was something that left him feeling conflicted and angry, but most of all completely disappointed after calling Homelander. 

“Everything good?” He heard Y/N speak up from the doorway. He forced himself to smile at her, not because he didn’t want to see her and wanted her to go away, but because he didn’t want to show that anything was wrong. Nothing was wrong anyway, not necessarily, he just didn’t want to believe that Homelander was his son, but it all made sense. Homelander was as disappointing as Ben’s father thought he was. Basically, Homelander was not the son Ben would have liked to have had.

“Yeah,” he responded, eyeing her every move guardedly. She shut the door behind her and looked around the room at first, probably expecting him to have had some granny or a sexworker in the room. He rolled his eyes, but knew she had every reason to think that about him. When she saw no one, she walked closer to him and he straightened up a little since she clearly was here for more than just small talk.

She didn’t seem to be avoiding him anymore, but that didn’t make him feel any better. She practically rejected him that night and made him feel unwanted. He still remembers the sting he felt when she just brushed him off. Earlier, she’d been pissed at him for slapping Hughie, for abandoning Butcher, and for being insensitive about the nun and the priest he’d killed, and he knew probably other things he did made her angry, but she got over it quickly. Despite having seen him lose it on more than one occasion, she always seemed to see straight through him and he hated it. Like right now, she tilted her head to the side slightly and her eyes moved across his face, trying to and succeeding in easily getting a read on him. 

“Liar. You can’t hide that pathetically sad look on your face. You look like a kicked puppy,” she chuckled, looking away to trace random patterns on the surface of the table she leaned against. He narrowed his eyes at her and scoffed, looking away to stop her from doing that again, even though he missed hearing her and seeing her. “You’re not gonna tell me what Mindstorm said to you?” She bit her lip, watching his reaction to her question. 

“Stop doing that,” he warned, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth thoughtfully. He looked up at her again, really took her in because he missed her despite what she might think about him and despite the irritation she made him feel when she tried to get him to open up or talk about his feelings like he was some sissy. He couldn’t help his next actions, the expression on her face was so gentle and troubled that he found he’d somehow closed the distance between them and thoughtlessly pulled her into a kiss to ease all those things from her face. 

He expected her to hit him or push him away, hell, all of those things, but she just stood there for the fleeting moment in which he pressed his lips against hers. When he pulled away, just slightly, he tried to gauge her reaction and saw mostly confusion on her face. He licked his lips and gently held her face, frustrated and needy for her, but all he did was gently brush his thumbs across her warm and soft cheeks. 

“You don’t hate me,” he said quietly. It was the one thing he was sure of at this point. No one really treated him like he was a person. They were scared of him, for good reason, or they just needed his abilities. Not her. She wasn’t scared of him, not always, and she definitely wasn’t using him despite working with Butcher which she met through Maeve. 

His brows were furrowed, just watching her curiously as she gazed at his face, analysing every twitch in his face, every change in expression. Her mouth opened slightly to respond, but she mimicked his face, brows furrowing as she thought about why she just couldn’t hate him the way everyone else did or even why she wasn’t afraid of him. 

To be fair, she didn’t know anything about him except from what she’d seen of him getting tortured. Somehow, that meant more to her than all the people that died while he was doing his job. Somehow, her feelings for him seemed to sprout and bloom despite knowing how MM felt about him. She cared about the team, probably more than they cared about her, and that made Ben angry. They didn’t deserve her and neither did he.

She should have been afraid, she should hate him the way everyone else does, especially with knowing he’s killed dozens of innocent people, with his temper that would drive him to be unnecessarily violent, the toxic masculinity that exuded from him. He was everything she’d hate in a person, but for some unknown reason, she didn’t hate him. She wanted to help him get better and to be there for him every step of the way. As foolish as it sounded, she felt she could fix him or at least soften his personality because so far, she’s learned all the reasons why he is the way he is, and she thinks given the chance, he could actually change. Not that he’d ever let her help him. 

That was why she was so panicked when he’d shown genuine care and interest in her. What if she gave him the chance to be with her? What if she ended up falling for him only to be discarded once he was bored with her? What if he was incapable of changing and he treated her just like he treats everyone else? If he loved the Countess and he treated her the way he did, why would it be any different with her? 

He interrupted her thoughts with another kiss, a gentle and almost sweet kiss that was so unlike him. It was meant to put her at ease and it nearly did, she felt her stomach flutter either nervously or because it made her swoon. She felt how loosely he held her face, giving her an out, and easy escape from being anywhere near him. And even though her mind once again screamed at her to get out, her feet were planted where she stood and she started to kiss him back just as softly. 

HIs beard tickled the skin around her lips, but she didn’t mind. Instead, she had memories of other times she’d felt that when he kissed her, times where he worshipped every inch of her body with his mouth, and had his head buried between her legs. Her heart was beating quickly and roughly in her chest at the feeling of him kissing her so gently, for the first time, it wasn’t rough and careless. His lips moved tenderly and slowly against hers, stealing the breath from the lungs and making her knees weak. 

She’d never been kissed quite like that and she didn’t think Ben even had the capacity to give someone a kiss like that. He was gentle and he wasn’t pressing, but there was still a hint of desperation and need for her that made her cling to the straps on his thin waist. 

His warm hands slowly moved from her face to the hem of her shirt, which he played with contemplatively before simply moving them underneath it. He grasped her hips and tugged her forward until she was pressed tightly against his body with a quiet moan from her being muffled against his mouth. He could feel all of her even when clothed fully, but the soft and flimsy material of her sleepwear only triggered all the memories he had of her own body being trapped beneath his. The way she felt so perfect under his hands, every curve and every dip of her body felt as if it had been sculpted just for his touch. 

He pulled away from her plush lips just to pull her shirt up and off her body. Carefully and deliberately, he stripped her, dragging his hands and mouth along her form to replace every article of clothing removed from her. Her skin started to heat up the longer he took, her body tensed with each teasing touch of his, waves of shivers following every touch, kiss, suck, and bite. And soon, she was standing naked in front of him. Her skin was flushed and she was breathing as heavily as he was. Her eyes just stared up at him, filled with an endless conflict and desire that he understood, but it also hurt more than he’d like to admit.

Still, she was the one who slid her hand to the back of his neck to pull him back down for a searing kiss. Her fingers threading through his hair, keeping him close as he busied himself with taking his suit off with her help. He was impatient with himself, undoing every buckle and loosening every strap, zipping everything down as swiftly as he could until he was as naked as she was. 

This was new for him. He wasn’t in a frenzy to fuck. He took his time, moved slowly, watching her desire for him bloom the longer he took. Suddenly, it hit him that it felt different and new.

He stared down at her, eyes sweeping over the expanse of her face as he slid his hands down her back and he bent his knees to reach the back of her thighs. Looking up at her and the way she looked down at him, it turned him on. Like he was worshipping her. It was short-lived when she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him control of her body. He moved forward with her in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist and he kissed her neck and shoulder, nuzzling her sensitive skin and inhaling the clean scent of her skin. 

Her uneven breaths and the little sighs that slipped from her parted lips spurred him on the whole way to the bed he’d claimed as his own. He placed his knees on the soft mattress and carefully dipped her until she let go of him and let herself bounce slightly against the soft sheets. There was a little smile on her face when he gazed down at her, and for once, she wasn’t thinking about what her team would want or how anyone would feel if they saw her with Ben, she focused solely on what she wanted and how she felt. 

At that moment, everything seemed to click. When she reached out for Ben’s face, he leaned down to meet her resting his arm by her head. Her fingers once again tangled in his soft hair when he sealed her lips with his in a purposeful kiss, firm and full of promise before he moved his mouth down to her jaw. His teeth grazed her jawline, sliding down until he bit gently at her pulse point, drawing a gasp and a little moan when he swiped his tongue across the spot and sucked possessively. Her fingers tightened in his hair, her nails pushing into the muscle of his shoulder.

Heat flooded between her legs and she arched her back, his hand sliding up her side and under the curve to hold her in place. She couldn't decide whether to squeeze his legs in attempts to close her own or to open them wider for him. He pretended not to notice that and continued to kiss her neck, his lip lingered on her skin, proprietorial and ravenous as they trailed down her body. He took his time and made sure his mouth had been on every inch of her skin as he moved lower, biting at her collarbones and sucking on the skin above her breasts. 

Little by little, she became more impatient. His plump lips wrapped around one of her nipples, lapping and sucking so her breathing would pick up. He slid his hand up from the arch of her back to tweak her nipple and pinch it between his forefinger and thumb, on the edge of being painful and pleasurable. Her clit throbbed, desperate for him to pick up the pace or give her what she wanted, and she could feel just how wet she was as the air around them hit her core. 

She could have touched herself if she wanted, but she liked the torture, the ache that grew between her legs just waiting and letting him take his time with her body. It was hard to stay in control and she pulled roughly at the soft strands of hair that she clung to in order to stop herself from ruining the fun. Everything felt so sensitive and a million times more delicious, as if induced by drugs, but there was something about him that gave her that high every time. Maybe it was the fact that she’s never quite been fucked or touched like this before.

He’d look up at her every now and then, smirking occasionally at the sight of her with her head tipped back, moaning and squirming impatiently. He gently teased her skin with his nose, trailing his lips down the centre of her stomach, squeezing her sides when she wiggled her hips to get his attention. He smiled and nipped at her hip bones, dragging his bearded mouth across her thighs while avoiding where she clearly needed him. 

Eventually, there was no part of her body that was untouched by his mouth and hands--except for her aching and wet cunt. But when he got to it, he just huffed out a breath over her dripping cunt to watch her squirm and lifted himself back up her body. He pressed a hard kiss to her neck and then kissed her lips, his tongue easily entering her hot mouth. They both moaned into each other’s mouths as he practically devoured her mouth, firm and needy while holding the back of her neck and tilting her head so he could kiss her as hungrily as he wanted.

“You’re so goddamn delicious, doll.” He pulled away from her breathlessly, his lips wet and swollen. He sat back on his legs, enjoying the sight of her looking just as wrecked as he felt. She was flushed and warm and her hungry eyes were slowly dragging over his face and down his body. She licked her lips when she got to his cock, hard and throbbing and leaking at the tip. 

“Ben,” she murmured, a hint of neediness in her voice that made him smirk. Using her elbow to lift herself up, she reached over to wrap her hand around the base of his cock before he could continue to tease her. 

“Shit,” he groaned. His hips bucked into her hand and she slowly started to lift her hand up, thumbing some precum over the soft head, and squeezing all the way down until he let out a strangled moan. 

“Touch me,” she whispered, and even though he detected it being a command more than a plea, he complied. He dragged his hands up the back of her thighs and spread her legs, his hooded green eyes glued on her glistening folds. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet for me, sweetheart,” he praised, dragging two fingers from her slick entrance to her clit. He lifted the wet fingers to his face and she blushed when he inhaled the scent of her arousal before slipping the two fingers into his mouth with a satisfied moan. “Christ, you taste so good.” He brought his fingers back to her pussy, pushing his two fingers into her entrance, his fingertips curled to rub against her walls everytime he pushed them in and out, going deeper and deeper, slowly, and only going fast when he felt the way she expanded inside. 

“Holy fuck, Ben,” she gasped, her pussy squeezing his fingers and gazing up at him with her pretty glazed eyes. 

Even in her dazed state, she continued to jerk him off with quick, stuttered and uneven tugs. He could feel his own orgasm beginning to form with the way she was looking at him, his stomach tightening when his eyes flickered down to her hand, now wet and coated in his precum. 

She moved her hips eagerly against his hand and only stopped when he flattened a large hand on her stomach, a small cry leaving her lips when he added a third finger into her squelching cunt. “That’s right, baby, cum on my fingers,” he encouraged, lowering his hand to her pelvis to quickly massage her clit with his thumb.

“Shit… Ben,” she hissed, letting her orgasm wash over her, wave after wave of pleasure making her body shake. He groaned softly, shoving his fingers deep into her cunt to brush his fingers against the sensitive spot deep inside over and over until she collapsed onto her back, her hand becoming still on his cock to wrap around his wrist instead. 

“That��s my good girl,” he lauded, slowly slipping his fingers out of her. She murmured his name softly at the praise as he slid his hand up and down her sides comfortingly and stared down at his fingers. They were coated in clear slick and creamy cum that made his mouth water. “Shit, look at that,” he chuckled, licking his lips. He leaned over her, shoving a clean hand to the back of her head to grasp her hair. With a harsh pull, he forced her eyes open so she could watch him lick away her release from his fingers. “Make me cum and I’ll fill you up,” he promised, then shoved two of his saliva-coated fingers into her mouth, thrusting them in and out of her mouth the way he would if it was his cock. 

He scooted closer, close enough so that her thighs were thrown over his and his cockhead brush against her stomach with every quick drag of her hand on his wet cock. He purposely pushed his fingers deeper into her mouth, moaning softly when she gagged momentarily and closed her eyes to blink tears away when he kept shoving them as deep as he could into her throat. 

“No, no, look at me, honey. You’re so fucking pretty when you--oh, fuck,” he rasped, grunting softly in surprise. His cock twitched excitedly as hot tears flowed down her cheeks and she moaned softly when he tightened his grip on her hair. He came with a soft growl of her name, spilling hot and messy on her stomach and breasts, feeling an overwhelming intensity in his orgasm while gazing into her watery eyes. He didn’t know if it was the eye contact, or the way her eyes glazed over with tears with her lashes sticking together that pushed him over the edge, but whatever it was, it made him cum faster than they both expected. 

“Jesus, Ben,” she laughed softly, releasing his now limp cock. He just panted heavily, leaning back on his legs with his head tipped back and his eyes closed. He basked in the aftershocks of the mind-blowing orgasm he just had with his hands on her hips and she licked her lips while wiping away tears from her cheeks and eyes.

He looked back down at her once he recomposed himself, catching her playing with his cum splattered on her chest and in the middle of lifting her fingers into her mouth. She looked at him and snickered when she saw the look on his face as she started to lick at the cum on her fingers, his eyes darkening and his cock hardening all over again. 

 “I can’t get enough of you,” he muttered, leaning down to kiss her roughly. She moaned softly, pleasantly surprised when he rocked his hips against hers, sliding his cock through her folds and over her clit teasingly. He reached between their bodies and lined himself up with her entrance, easily thrusting into her with a snap of his hips. 

He carefully rocked his hips against hers, lifting himself up slightly so they parted from the searing kiss to gaze down at her. Her eyes fluttered open, but she didn’t protest, just slid her hands along the hefty planes of his back, stopping only when she got to his broad shoulders to hold onto them. He stopped suddenly after letting his eyes drift over her face, then he hid his own in her neck and slid his arm under the small of her back.

“Homelander’s my son,” he mumbled against the connection between her neck and shoulder. She froze and her eyes widened when she deciphered what he’d said and slid her hands from his back to push at his shoulders, but he didn’t budge. “That’s what Mindstorm told me,” he added quietly.

“What the fuck, Ben?” She grumbled, yanking his hair in attempts to get him off her, but he just growled and swivelled his hips defiantly. “You’re gonna tell me that now?” She protested and he gave an unhumourous nod into her neck, lifting himself up just to kiss her to distract her from what he’d blurted out. She kissed him back begrudgingly with her eyes open.

“I knew you’d react this way,” he said softly against her lips. She bit his lip roughly and he hissed, pulling away to glare at her and was met with a fierce glare from her. 

“Yeah, fuck you,” she muttered, squirming angrily in attempts to get away from him. She felt used, as if he’d hide that from her just to get a quick fuck. 

“Please,” he whispered, pulling out when he realised she wasn’t giving him a chance to explain himself. 

“Please what?” She spat, shoving him away to think about what he just revealed. Out of everyone she’s ever met, Homelander was someone she truly despised. He was an utter piece of shit and he had a long list of vile traits that she despised in people, supe or not. He was a fucking child and he was out of control, no one ever having told him ‘no’ his whole life. “What the fuck do you want from me?” She asked, moving away to pace around the room or even to leave Ben the same way she had before.

“You know what I want,” he retorted, suddenly it wasn’t about Homelander. Fear of being left alone again made Ben grab her arm to stop her from getting out of bed. “You’re not fucking stupid, sweetheart,” he reminded, gently tugging her back to him. She didn’t budge, but she looked over at him when he let her go. She caught a glimpse of the resignation on his face, the vulnerability she’d rarely seen on his face, before he could mask it. She sighed in defeat, deciding to hear him out after all.

“Ben…” She sat on the bed, facing him and reached out to brush his hair away from his face. He moved away from her touch, sitting at the edge of the bed with his back to her. She dropped her hand in her lap and watched him, her eyes drifting to the large window in front of him that let her see what he could no longer hide from her.

“If you’re not gonna say what I wanna hear, don’t say anything and get out,” he said harshly, his shoulders slumped and overall, he looked defeated. She’d expected him to lash out or to hear how he didn’t want to kill Homelander, but it was probably worse to see him like this.

“Ben, it won’t work out.” She said it softly, but it hurt him like a million knives in the chest. In reality, the hurt he felt hearing her say that didn’t compare to the forty years of torture he was put through in Russia. 

“It could work… I could make it work,” he said quietly, “when we’re done with Black Noir and Homelander, and I will kill him… It’ll just be you and me, Y/N. Maybe… we can start a family somewhere else, far away from all this bullshit.” He looked over his shoulder slightly just to read her face when she remained quiet. 

She chewed on her lip, frowning as she considered his words. He was still willing to kill Homelander, his son. That should be worth something. He actually wanted something normal when he was done with this and she was more surprised than doubtful of his words. He spoke so softly, as if he’d had this plan all his life and finally found someone who could fill in the faceless mother of the children he wanted in his fantasy. He was willing to retire and he wanted that with her.

After spending years being an abusive and toxic asshole, then wasting decades more of his life being tortured, it made sense to her that he just wanted to cherish the rest of his time doing shit he’s always wanted rather than trying to prove he was worth something. In many ways, being a father could fulfil that need to prove he wasn’t a complete disappointment. After he’d been told that so much by his father, he was incapable of seeing himself as anything but a disappointment. This was his way out and she could easily open that door up for him.

Or she could slam that door in his face like a coward. She could continue to be too afraid to be hated by a team that didn’t give two fucks about her. Why she prioritised their opinions on her puzzled her as much as Ben being vulnerable right now. 

“Get out,” he muttered, staring at her with his face hard. She blinked and focused on him again, her mouth fell open to say something, but he turned away and was sitting straight. The walls he’d let down were up again, probably stronger than ever before, and she made her way over to him on her knees, sliding her hand up his neck to cup his chin and tilt his head back so he’d look up at her. 

He stared at her with steely eyes, but she kissed him, painfully squeezing his chin until he moaned and opened his mouth to let her tongue slip past his lips. He reached up to wrap his fingers around her wrist, silently telling her to loosen her grip and she did, kissing him firmly, saying everything she couldn’t say with the heated kiss. He melted into her, turning slowly until she had to pull away to accommodate the new position he was kissing her in. 

“I’m not gonna let you push me around and tell me what to do,” she murmured between kisses, moving up the bed with him until her head was settled against the fluffy pillows. 

“I won’t do that,” he promised, taking his soft cock in his hand and jerking it until he was stiff and ready again.

“There’s a lot more,” she murmured distractedly. 

“I can imagine,” he laughed softly, gently pushing himself into her, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

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Thinking about the subtle presence of the powers that be and/or the Valar in Rings of Power, and having thoughts about what part they might play in the adaptation, specifically what we’ve seen so far, and going over how those powers that be might view Sauron and his actions, and every time I think about him in that context I feel somewhat sympathetic .

However, not too sympathetic, given his repeated offenses, to qualify him for redemption or some kind of blanket amnesty, at least not before many, many ages of serious contrition, and given that Sauron is Sauron, well. Is that likely?

There are a few different threads I’ve seen that try to make a case for TROP being all about ultimate forgiveness for Sauron, while condemning the choices and actions of Galadriel, Adar, Celebrimbor, Mirdania, or anyone who gets in his way because those individuals were short-sighted or needy, or were motivated by ego or weakness, and that the Valar were handwaving Sauron’s actions or even using Sauron as some kind of tool for divine justice(!).

Do we really think the Valar are indifferent to the suffering of elves and dwarves and men, to the point that they would condemn them to be tortured to death based on a bad choice, or a personal weakness, or a common character flaw? I don't think they are quite that severe in their judgement, but I do think, being something akin to gods, their seeming lack of presence could be interpreted as indifference, and more than that I think their actions happen on a much different time scale, so any action they take might take most of an age to show any results. And of course there would be a lot of unfortunate collateral damage in the meanwhile.

But do we seriously think this means that they would allow all of the violence and destruction we’ve seen so far just to give Sauron a second (third, fourth, fifth) chance to choose a better path before he’s subdued, just because he's a Maia and that somehow makes him their special boy?

No, and I think the show has shown us that this is not the case.

I think Sauron blew it when we were shown what happened in the season two flashback, when we saw his first days as “Halbrand”. Because it feels like that was his chance, and everything he's done and will continue to do in upcoming seasons will show him going deeper into whatever passes for insanity in demi-gods, with little or no understanding of the fact that his vision of order for Middle-earth is just as much an abomination as Melkor's path of destruction.

And that’s the compelling tragedy of Sauron.

Sadly that will mean more and worse consequences for the peoples of Middle-earth in the short term. But the Valar are not indifferent to this, and based on what we've seen they know Sauron needs to be dealt with. But what proof is there of that?

Well, they sent the Stranger/Gandalf, an Istari, and he has been explicitly put on a path to confront Sauron.

Think about the timing of him falling to earth: Sauron was on the raft with Galadriel, not long after Diarmid(!) was trying to get through to Sauron in the hold of that ship (and its subsequent destruction with Sauron on board was anything but a coincidence).

Of course Gandalf has free will too, and might make some mistakes. But he is a powerful force, who also has a different perspective and can play by different rules if he chooses, but he isn’t indifferent to the suffering of the Harfoots, and won't be indifferent to any pain Sauron causes the other peoples of Middle-earth.

So we're watching the consequences of Sauron blowing his latest chance play out, and ultimately I think we know we’ll see the realization of the Valar's condemnation of Sauron's choices and actions via Gandalf, the emissary they sent to counter him and muster forces to help subdue him. And I think the rings, all of them, will come into play during that struggle.

There’s a lot of underlying stuff about free will and the fact that power corrupts running through TROP and Tolkien in general. Celebrimbor made the Three with good intentions despite the fact that wanting to make them was also about ego and his legacy, but we can’t deny that the Three did the job he made them for, and we’ve seen them used to do good things. But Celebrimbor and Galdariel and Gil-galad and anyone else who comes in contact with the Three still have free will, and any attendant flaws that come with free will, and ultimately any powerful tool can be used for good or ill, and will inspire different things in characters according to their individual strengths and weaknesses.

But I do think the Three are more benevolent tools than any of the other Rings, with the One that Sauron will forge out of desperation being the ultimate corrupted tool that could influence the others. So Elrond or Galadriel or even Gandalf might have a better chance of using one of the Three for good, for protection and preservation for some length of time, whereas contact with someone like Sauron would change them based on his intentions, and his intentions are about gaining enough power to subjugate, well, everyone. In his hands, for instance, Nenya’s tendency toward protection would quickly decay into more overt stagnation, and just like men were drawn into the shadow realm by the Nine and the One, someone like Sauron with ill intent or a long history of general malevolence would gradually feed that into any one of the Three and reap the consequences.

In other words it’s not all about the sword, but who wields it.

I do wonder if we’ll see the Three become somewhat tied to the One in TROP, and if so how that will play out. Going back to the books, eventually the Three do lose their powers but there’s no indication that they were corrupted to the degree that the potential of any of the rings of power could corrupt or be corrupted.

The Three are powerful, and they are sought after, but they are not the Silmarils.

But would one of the Three heal or help Sauron? No, and getting back to the first part of this post, there are no shortcuts on the path to healing and redemption, and Sauron can't see that path at this point, and more than that he doesn't even know he's lost in the woods.

Quick aside because I just got a rude anon ask on the subject: Yes, I’ve read Silm and the other books and a bunch of other stuff, but I don’t treat the Legendarium as if I’m a supplicant who only accepts a literal interpretation of something Tolkien said in a lecture or a letter as something akin to religious doctrine, and I think he would laugh himself into a fit to see fans trying to contradict each other that way, especially given how he felt about the so-called dominion of the author. And given that TROP is going at Silm etc. buffet-style I don’t think we can talk about the show and expect it to adhere too strictly to every line the poor man ever wrote. This doesn't mean I didn't understand Silm, but I am coming at the adaptation mostly as it's own "thing." I hope that makes sense.

[nkn0va]

Ok so Yukari, Marie(P4), Kokonoe and Phonon being unable to use their arms for a while for whatever reason so their s/o needs to feed them, help them change clothes, maybe even wash them.

I'm sorry if this selection of characters is all over the place I just tried to select all the grumpy self reliant women I could think of.

This is surprisingly amusing to think about. I'm fucking flabbergasted it's taken this long to get a P4 ask (I have a P3 one already I've been procrastinating on for days now lmao) but here we are.

Sorry if these start feeling a bit repetitive, this is a more niche ask and there wasn't really much else I could come up with. I still don't know Phonon that well as a character unfortunately so her section ended up being relatively short.

Yukari Takeba

-Chances are, some special shadow did some weird fucky wucky thing and numbed her with some kind of spell the team had never seen before. She was mostly able to dodge out of the way, however it managed to clip her arm.

-Strangely enough, even after the Dark Hour ended, she was still affected, unable to move said arm. Fuuka and Mitsuru would get to investigating this as fast as possible, but until then Yukari would have to cope with this.

-Unfortunately, said paralyzed arm was her dominant one, so she'd need someone to help her out. Thankfully, you were more than willing to help out.

-You'll have to write down her work for her in class and write everything down for her homework. It's a bit of an awkward situation to explain to the teachers so the best you can come up with is that she had a bad chiropractor's appointment that left an arm numb for a while.

-The real awkward situation is when you need to help her change, especially if you're a guy. She really doesn't want anyone else to be around when she'd doing so, however you're realistically her best option. Helping her change is comprised of both of you holding opposite sides of her clothes as she slides into them while you look away. She makes a point that she still has a good arm to clock you if you dare peek at her.

-Naturally until her arm's back to normal, she's not allowed to go into Tartarus. If you left her on her own she'd be bored out of her damn mind, so you choose to stay behind as well to keep her company. Technology unfortunately doesn't work during the dark hour so the two of you pass the time with board games that she's able to play with just her non-dominant hand or good ol' fashioned gossip. She has way more to share than you were originally expecting, giving you a nice reminder to be extra careful to not embarrass yourself in front of her.

-At the very least, she's able to shower on her own, albeit if using just her non-dominant arm is a bit unwieldy. No way in hell though is she letting you jump in the shower with her, even if you're her S/O. She's not nearly ready enough for that.

Marie

-It's kinda hard to choose something for Marie since she doesn't exactly do anything involving the T.V world until the end of the god damn game. Perhaps she took some sort of collateral damage after her boss that injured her arms and made it hurt too much to move them.

-Her pride does not let her admit she needs any help to do anything, she's perfectly capable of functioning normally. At least, until you ask her if she needs help. Her demeanor suddenly becomes a lot more nervous as she stutters out that it'd be nice if you did. She tries to pull the 'it's not because I like you or anything' card, until she realizes that you're her S/O, she can't exactly do that anymore.

-She begrudgingly accepts your help. She does need you to feed her which she will absolutely not allow anyone to see. She's exclusively eating at your house and will refuse to do so otherwise. If you try she'll hurl harsh words your way in a typical Marie fashion.

-It's pretty adorable, honestly, seeing her open wide for each bit of food you give her. If you try to do a here comes the airplane/choo-choo train you're going to get yourself a flurry of angry, near incoherent words as she pouts and looks away. It's pretty hilarious, but don't do that more than once per meal.

-Soon she realizes that she also needs your help to be able to wash herself, mostly because you bring it up first. She instantly turns red as a cherry in the face and tries to slap you, but quickly winces as the harsh pain of trying to move her arm shoots through her body. She reluctantly accepts you have a point.

-Ten minutes later, here you are sitting in your bathroom as Marie's in the tub, letting you wash her back for her. She absolutely refuses to turn around and look you in the eye. It'd probably be best not to lean over to try unless you wanna get a lightning bolt straight to the face.

-Undressing/redressing is a similar process. She demands for you to close your eyes as you hold her clothes in place so she can slip in and out of them. She tries to guide your hands by telling you where to put them, but it's a long awkward process. A lot of "right there! No, you idiot, over here!" is thrown around. Her ability to guide you with your eyes closed is astounding.

-Do not ever let her guide you to some surprise she's got with your eyes closed.

Kokonoe A. Mercury

-Kokonoe was under a pretty big crunch, Sector Seven's top brass had told her to get this extremely complex machine done for whatever the hell they were planning next and the deadline was fast approaching.

-In her rush, she made a grievous mistake that backfired. It ended up severely injuring her arms in the process as she was trying to tinker with it. Thankfully they didn't need to be amputated, but she'd definitely need some time off to heal.

-Being her S/O, she pretty much demanded you helped her out in her daily functions, albeit pretty irked about the situation. She didn't like the idea of being coddled like that.

-She doesn't eat a whole lot normally, just chocolate, silvervine and coffee. On occasion she'll ask you to throw a chocolate from halfway across the room into her mouth. Results vary depending on your accuracy.

-If you want to feed her proper food it'll take some convincing. Just don't tease her for the love of God and just let her eat. If you try teasing her in the same way as mentioned before with Marie you'll be met with a swift headbutt. Though whether that's worth it or not is up to your discretion.

-You'll naturally have to do her laundry for her as well. Chances are it's the first time her clothes have been washed in a while. Helping her dress again means looking down at the ground as she tells you where to guide your hands until she's covered enough for you to look again. On the bright side though, she finally discovers how good it feels to put on fresh clothes. Maybe she should actually start doing her laundry herself more often once she recovers.

-You'll have to fight with Kokonoe quite a bit if you want her to get in the bath, her being a cat beastkin with shut-in tendencies. Chances are, she'll just tell you to put some bath bombs in the water and piss off.

Phonon

-EXS can be funny sometimes, and not in a good way. Phonon went a little TOO wild with her powers while she was still getting the hang of them and her sound based abilities fucked up her arms. Moving them felt nigh impossible to do.

-Until this wore off you'd need to help her. She tries to act all high an mighty as part of her dominatrix persona in the Hollow Night, but she's actually surprisingly normal outside of that.

-She's a bit miffed at the situation but she's probably the most cooperative girl here when it comes to letting you assist her overall. She can actually realize the fact that she kinda needs you around, contrary to popular belief. She's self-reliant and confident, but she's not a fool.

-Phonon should be fine overall as long as you don't actively go out of your way to tease her. Try that and she'll promise you're gonna freaking get it the moment she can move her arms again. And considering this is the same young woman that uses a whip in combat...yeah. Best not to fuck around and find out.

-She's a bit more open to helping you wash her thankfully, just as long as you don't try anything funny. Wash her from behind and stay away from anywhere you shouldn't touch. If you do be prepared for a headbutt from behind.

[riotouseaterofflesh]

You can wave a white flag; you can be an old woman or a newborn baby or someone else who visibly poses no threat whatsoever; you can be an Israeli hostage calling for help—if they see you, they will try to kill you. The five-month massacre in Gaza is not collateral damage, or an unfortunate side effect of the war against Hamas. There is no war against Hamas. Just this. The only military objective is to kill piano teachers and poets.

What I find really unbearable, though, what sticks in my throat like a clammy marble of rage, is the combination of mass murder and smugness. Israeli soldiers keep filming themselves committing smug atrocities. There’s one video I can’t stop thinking about: not even close to the worst thing the IDF has done, but maybe the most galling. An Israeli soldier stands in the ruins of a classroom in Gaza. He pulls a framed certificate off the wall and smashes it. He takes the time to erase the lessons from the chalkboard. Big man! How brave, this soldier encrusted in body armour and grenades! How heroically you defend yourself against a room where young children learn to read! But that really is exactly what he thinks. He thinks he’s being brave. Standing up against the oppressors of the Jewish people. Refusing to walk meekly into the gas chambers. He even writes it on the now-erased board: עם ישראל לא לפחד; the people of Israel aren’t afraid. Elsewhere Israeli soldiers posed in Gaza’s parliament building, grinning like they’d just taken the Reichstag. What a victory! This murderous ratissage into a city that’s been under Israeli occupation their entire lives, and their parents’ entire lives too. Then they planted dynamite around the building and blew it up. The entire country is mad off this stuff, and I do mean mad: saucer-eyed, loony. Israel’s foreign ministry shrieks like a funeral drunk whenever any government dares to raise an objection to its killing spree. Spain is Hamas! Ireland is ISIS! The whole world is made of Hitler! They also think they’re being brave. A lonely voice for justice. Confronting a cruel world with its complicity. At the Kerem Shalom crossing, protesters draped in the Israeli flag dance and sing and block aid shipments from entering Gaza. More famine! More disease! More stillborn children! They think they’re being brave too. The arctic glint of righteousness in their eyes. Even the more liberal sectors of Israeli society are getting in on it. Someone who was in Tel Aviv recently told me that most liberal Israelis don’t really have the emotional bandwidth at the moment to care too much about Palestinian suffering. They know what’s happening just down the coast from Tel Aviv, but it doesn’t register. They’re still in shock after October 7th, still worried sick for the hostages, still mourning the dead. It’s too early to worry or mourn for anyone else. The person who told me this didn’t think this Zone of Interest-style sociopathy was a bad thing. He didn’t understand why I found it so hideous. In a way, it’s also brave. It takes courage to let yourself really feel what you’re feeling, to sit with your grief, to admit that you hurt. It takes courage to be so emotionally complex. Not like the barbarians on the other side of the fence.

This madness is not limited to Israel. Everyone remembers being bullied at school. Even celebs, film stars, supermodels, beautiful and charismatic people, all seem to have had a hard time of it when they were kids. Some people build the entire foundation of their adult life on having been bullied as a child. You were such a misfit, you were so interesting and different… But nobody seems to remember being the bully, and I promise you that at some point in your life, you were also the bully. I certainly was. I couldn’t comprehend the senseless sadism of the kids who’d gang up on me, back when I was seven years old with dyspraxia and a speech impediment. What had I ever done to them? How could anyone bear to be so cruel? But somehow, all that stuff went out the window as soon as I encountered anyone lower down the totem pole than I was. My cruelty wasn’t senseless. Other people had been cruel to me, which made me a victim: anything I did was, by definition, fighting back, being brave. After all I’d been through, didn’t I deserve to experience the joys of power? Just a little? As a treat?

[got-into-worm-by-mistake]

Agitation 3.10 Live Reactions

(This is me, writing reactions as I read, because why the fuck not. They're not complete, mature thoughts taken after I sit back and evaluate what I've read. Consider them as such)

It's July 4th, work is dead, I've got nothing else to do, let's try to plow through a bunch of these, shall we? At the rate I've been going I'll be at this all year.

The rest of the battlefield was chaos.  Patches of darkness covered everything, and the landscape was distorted.  In some of the areas Vista had warped, the rain wasn’t falling in a straight line.  One spot in particular had the rain moving horizontally before it dropped to help fill a massive puddle thirty feet across, where her power had made an indent in the ground.

I do like Wildow's attention to detail here, and the way these powers just... absolutely fuck everything up like this, and stay like that.

Bitch screamed, and it was a long and primal noise, filled with rage.  I was still inside the bank, watching things unfold through the window, barely able to hear it, and it still made my skin crawl.  So he’d shot the dangerous psychopath with a blast that made her angry.  Someone would have to explain that one to me at a later date.

I'd guess Gallant didn't shoot her with rage, it's just that Rachel's kind of messed up. But I could be wrong.

Seems an odd choice though, if he did.

Apparently that was order enough, because Judas charged at the teenager that was dressed like a science fiction Lancelot.

I love descriptions like this because they both tell us absolutely nothing about how it looks... and also tell us everything. I once read a fic that described the armor of a guy from a culture that went from medieval tech to space travel in like, 100 years (sorta, long story) as being 'Lord of the Rings, with Sci-Fi bolted on' (the POV character was from Earth), and it both told us nothing, and yet, told us everything.

Descriptions are hard, ya'll. Worst part of writing. Props to Wildbow.

Was someone’s power at work, giving me a headache?  There wasn’t anyone in the Wards, I was pretty sure, who could mess with your head like that.  Gallant could mess with your emotions, but he had to hit you with a light blast to do it.  The person on the roof, then?  I was fairly confident there wasn’t anyone in the Protectorate or New Wave who could affect me like this.

No one suspects the healer!

(also no one knows the healer can do this, but)

.  A gun, no less than fifteen feet long, with a barrel three or four feet across, all turret mounted on a circular platform not unlike the board he was riding.

I know technically there is no overkill, just "Open fire" and "I need to reload" but also...

Overkill.

I jumped for cover the moment I realized what he was doing.  There was a muffled sound, more a very large person someone hitting a punching bag than what I’d expect a laser cannon to sound like, and the window exploded. What was he doing?  We had hostages inside.  I turned to check, and saw there weren’t any hostages near me.  Did he know that?  Heat sensors in his visor?  Was someone watching me through the cameras and passing him info?  Damn it!  There was too much I didn’t know, and Tattletale wasn’t around to fill me in.

You know, if Kid Win and Victoria were dating, he could be the Collateral Damage Ken to her Collateral Damage Barbie.

But JESUS Kid, what the fuck?

(Yes, CDB is an incomplete representation of Vicky, but she does earn the nickname fairly at the early stages. I'm also going to assume it's an unfair representation of Kid Win, but still, *Man* wtf?)

The bugs were slow to react, slow to move and some were slipping from my grasp, returning to their instinctive behavior.  Making matters worse, I wasn’t blind to the fact that every time I gave a command, my headache got exponentially worse.

Given that Amy's little messing with the Black Widows only affected them, I'm surprised? Or is this just some sort of Master headache? Is she doing more with the swarm than usual?

 Aegis didn’t try to run this time.  He stood his ground and reached for his utility belt.  He retrieved something that looked like a miniature fire extinguisher. Then he pulled the pin. For the second time in a matter of minutes, I dove away from the window.  It wouldn’t be a grenade, but the option that made the most sense-  I squeezed my eyes shut and covered my ears just in time.  The explosion the flashbang grenade

Flashbang. Much more responsible, Aegis usually is in fic, so presumably in canon too. Tracks.

and Regent was striding out of the darkness, in Kid Win’s direction.

With his outfit and mask that actually probably looks kinda badass.

I whirled to face the voice, and saw the freckled, brown haired hostage that had been glaring at me when we’d first taken control of the bank lobby.  After that, I saw only stars as she slammed something large and blunt into the side of my head.

AMY! :rofl: Finally!

Okay, so like, I get that Amy's not the MC of Worm, but like, I've been waiting for the Fire Extinguisher smash the entire time I've been reading this Arc, so bear with me.

Amy's blorbo, okay?

[amaranthine-everlasting]

Ok so I feel like many people on here have not read the Good Omens book. Please, it's a really good, very easy read. Take a few minutes here and there to take it in and you will absolutely fall in love (and have a better understanding of the material used to spring board into S2)!

Starting with:

Their bodies are called corporations and they use this to interact with humanity on Earth. They may present mostly as men but they are actually genderless. If they really wanted to be for real men, then they need to Make An Effort. Which at least at the time of the book's ending, neither angel nor demon had any interest in Making An Effort.

Crowley presents younger than Azira! Imagine a 2005 David Tennant playing Crowley with Michael Sheen's Azira still looking his delicious 54. I think the whole of Tumblr would still be trying to recover.

Crowley had black hair in the book! And he was much more snakey too. David Tennant doesn't walk the way he does just because. Snakes don't really have hips so Crowley has to work at the whole bipedal thing. And those snakeskin boots? Take a second look, cuz they get fleshier the longer you stare.

Azira in the book is shown to be even more of a bastard. He made mobsters disappear whenever they tried to threaten him to hand over his business!

The book helps the audience understand just how out of touch Crowley and Azira are from humanity. They enjoy their vices in the way that tourists will visit a Caribbean island, consume every touristy thing available, but not think twice about the islanders' everyday realities. For example, Crowley's car never has gas because he doesn't really understand how cars work. Both angel and demon will get in and out of drunkenness as it's convenient for them. Crowley doesn't eat. Ever. And he sleeps through bad/boring times. In the book he slept through thr 19th century. That's the 1800s! The Industrial Revolution just tossed aside without a care. And if you didn't catch it in the show, they were not thinking of humanity when they agreed to help each other out. Azira was actively tempting. Crowley was actively performing miracles. They had a quota to fill and whoever was closest to the assignment took over for the other. Also the book had a lot of instances where humans/animals were (comical) collateral damage to their shenanigans. The closest to something similar I saw in the show was in S2 with Nina and Maggie getting stuck in the coffeeshop because Crowley threw a temper tantrum.

Book Crowley was loved in hell! Crowley took responsibility for a lot of humanity's own short comings and got commendation after commendation for it.

Book The Them did a much better job of visually linking themselves to the Four Horsepeople of the Apocalypse. For example, book Pepper was a redhead with something to prove to show that she would become War under Adam's Apocalypse. The show could have done a better job at this. (Take a second and imagine Tati Gabrielle as War to better align with the show's Pepper. That would have been amazing).

Can anyone else think of anything that's in the book but not the show? Or maybe something that's in the show but not well explained?

[hayleyhearts]

Ao3 is down so I decided to post a cut scene from an early draft of my latest Timkon 50k friends with benefits fic! In this version of the story, Tim thinks they’re fuck buddies and Kon thinks they’re already dating lmaooo enjoy! 

“Are you scared to tell your family?” Kon asked, lying on his stomach across the picnic blanket on the grass. He’d planned a late lunch for them on a secluded New York beach. It was a crappy beach, with a polluted ocean and grassy hills pressed right up against the sand which was mostly sharp pebbles. It had an endless blue sky and guaranteed privacy though, which was what Kon had been looking for. 

Tim poured himself a glass of wine. 

“I’m not scared. I’m preemptively annoyed, because none of them have any sense of boundaries.” 

Kon gave him a look.

“I can be annoyed and a hypocrite. My private life is none of their business. And my sexuality shouldn’t change anything, so why do I need to shout it from the rooftops?” 

Kon held out his empty glass and when Tim didn’t refill it, used his TTK to tilt the bottle. 

“I would’ve made a move way sooner if I knew you were gay.” 

Tim was too flattered to give him a proper eye roll.

“How much sooner?” 

Kon swirled the wine in his glass and pretended to think about it. 

“3, 4 years.” 

This time, Tim rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah, right.” 

“I’m so serious,” he said, forcing a light-hearted tone that betrayed a touch of insecurity. That made Tim pause. Maybe he was serious. 

“What about you?” Kon asked, sitting up, “I mean— when was it, for you?” 

“Well, when you kissed me, I figured, what the hell?” 

Kon crawled on top of him and Tim let him, setting his wine glass on the charcuterie board with a smirk. 

“Yeah, right,” Kon parroted back to him, pinning him to the blanket. “I bet it was the Costa Rica mission. I looked really sexy in that wet suit.” 

“I was pretty distracted by the robot sharks.” 

“No, I know what it was,” his eyes lit up, “After we fought Luthor and the drones, back when I still wore my leather jacket. I got pissed off at everybody, stole a motorcycle, and just drove off like a badass.”  

“I think I was probably upset. And worried about you.” 

“But you were a little into it,” he gave him sly look, “Because you have a thing for bad boys. Obviously.” 

“Oh, right. Because of my crush on Jaime.” 

Kon scooped him up and rolled to flip their positions, but kept him wrapped in his arms. Tim smiled down on him. 

“You’re full of shit. I’m the baddest boy you know.”   

“Remember when you baked a second batch of cookies because you felt bad you didn’t save one for Bart.” 

“Totally irrelevant.” 

“Remember when you— what are you doing?” 

Kon grinned. He floated three feet into the air, Tim lying on top of him. 

“Remember that time we had sky sex?” 

Tim raised his eyebrows, but he was smiling too. 

“No way. You’ll lose concentration and drop.” 

“You don’t think I can keep it up?” 

Tim reached down and unzipped Kon’s pants. He didn’t ask if Kon had done this before, because if he had, they all would’ve heard about it for weeks. It was exciting, getting to do something together for the first time. Even if it was something stupid that was probably going to end with something sprained. He sat up, balancing with his knees on Kon’s legs until he felt his TTK wrap him up securely in position. 

“I’ll do it as an exercise to improve your concentration.” 

“Ooh, yeah, baby. Tell me my mission objective.” 

Tim couldn’t tell him anything because he swallowed his dick into his mouth. To his credit, he managed to stay in the air until he came, and Tim didn’t sprain anything because Kon broke his fall. The wine glasses were collateral damage, but they still had half a bottle protected carefully in the picnic basket. 

They laid on the blanket face to face, with the smell of salt in the air and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. 

“Happy one month,” Kon joked. “You’re— I’ve been… um. It’s been cool.” 

Tim knew it’d been a month since this whole friends with benefits thing started, but he didn’t expect Kon to remember something like that. It was probably because they got together on the night of the Wendy premiere, a date he’d never forget. A part of Tim wondered if this spontaneous picnic was supposed to be a joke, or maybe just an excuse to hook up on the beach. Kon was really into beach sex. 

“You didn’t get me flowers?” Tim pretended to be disappointed. Kon went from zero to hundred, looking so panic stricken that Tim had to give up the joke of a real anniversary and laugh. 

Kon started laughing, too. 

“Just you wait. I’m gonna give you the most obnoxious, cheesy flowers ever.” 

Tim kept laughing, but suddenly the joke wasn’t funny. 

The problem was Kon didn’t do serious relationships. He hadn’t since Cassie. And he’d defended his casual sex lifestyle a million times, outlining the ways it was more fun, more convenient, and more practical in their line of work. 

He might’ve thought Tim was hot, but he thought a lot of people were hot. 

Tim had to ask him to be his boyfriend at just the right moment. Once he made himself an integral part of Kon’s schedule. After he’d convinced him that monogamy could be convenient, too. Once he was confident that he was the best sex of his life, and proved to him that he could be whatever he needed. And of course he’d need to do more research, figure out if Kon was seeing other people, or if Kon saw him as more than a friend who would fuck him. 

He couldn’t rush this. It was a mission that deserved his time and 100 percent effort, maybe the most important mission of his life. Maybe they could get married one day.  

Tim felt sick. They’d been fucking around for a month and he was thinking about marriage. It was so easy to delude himself, like now, watching Kon pack up the picnic he’d prepared for them. His hair, blowing in the wind, his ass in the air as he put the food back in the basket. It was so ordinary that it wrapped back around to being a scene from his wildest dreams. A paper napkin got caught in the wind and Kon flew after it. It was a tiny piece of litter, but that’s the kind of person he was. Of course he’d plan a perfect lunch like this for a friend. It was like the cookies for Bart. He went above and beyond for the people he loved. 

Tim clung to the scrap of hope that one day, Kon would love him in a different way. 

[aeon2407]

WIP Snippet #1: Thrawn: Of Metal Beasts and Void Fury (Star Wars X Warframe)

Just a little something I've been working on in my spare time. Nowhere close to finished. A surprisingly rare crossover given the similarities between these two fandoms and the sheer potential of it all.

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Proxima Centauri B, Alpha Centauri System

Two Months After Lothal Massacre

Yissa Hammerly had accepted that she might die in space the day then-Commodore Thrawn made her his second officer, fast tracking her promotion to Lieutenant Commander in the process. She’d swore to herself that it would be this particular ISD after that night phase with Yana in the observation deck. She just hadn’t expected her death to be this slow. Or stressful.

By some miracle, the Chimaera was mostly intact, and the few remaining staff that arrived with them from other ships, all critically breached and therefore a death sentence for most of the crewmembers, had moved in. On the flip side, the sections on the Chimaera that were damaged meant that there was nothing they could do to survive sustainably.

The water recycler was placed near the engine room and therefore had a giant hole boring through it, so water was being rationed. The engines themselves were completely destroyed, collateral in the purrgils’ scramble for Clouzon-36. Half of the aft was permanently sealed off, so were the ensign dorms and cargo bay. If the shields had failed to reactivate all of them would’ve had radiation poisoning after the first hour of being in this kriffing system, irradiated as it was. At least the excessive radiation helped power what meager equipment was still functional and kept them from freezing.

And then there was the crew, or at least what’s left of them. A Class-II ISD, as the Chimaera was upgraded into some years ago, was designed with a crew of at least 40,000 in mind, not 9217 injured or recuperating personnel. But their Grand Admiral was a survivalist as much as he was a strategist, and his crew strove to be nothing less, so he’d organized everyone into something resembling a functional operation. All four remaining TIE/Ds went in shifts to scout the planet they were orbiting. Bless, they’d found water, enough to double their stock from one year to two.

Food was an issue, though. The Seventh was an expeditionary fleet as much as a warfare unit, so there were some grains and livestock on board in case they stumbled across an inhabitable planet and wanted to test the composition. The problem was all of those things were obviously considered cargo, and the cargo bay was sealed for a reason, so all they really had were some MREs from the enlisted and noncom mess and some pre-made meats and greens from the officers.

She had scheduled for the meat to be eaten first, being ranking officer while Thrawn was still recovering in a bacta pod and Artur was busy keeping the political ones in line at the end of a blaster, but they’d burn through those about the same time he woke up a week later, right before they put that devil child on ice. The MREs they had, even rationed to three people per pack and one meal every other day, would only last them three months, so three weeks from now they’ll have to start considering… alternatives. There hasn’t been time to send off their dead yet.

Her mood has been in shambles for weeks, and only her little dovi and her loyalty to Thrawn kept Hammerly from making her way to the airlock. Xoxtin didn’t have that same support network, and Pyro, Yissa’s poor, traumatized princess, had found her floating past a viewport, clutching her family crest with tear streaks frozen on her face. A pragmatic, cynical corner of Yissa’s mind tried to look at that particular event as having one less mouth to feed, but she was too damn sympathetic for her own good and couldn’t keep up that line of thinking, not even when it was Xoxtin.

It was six days before Skerris followed her.

She pressed an ear to the wall of her bunk, Pyro snuffling her neck as her princess gently snored, and listened to the faint vibration of the ship as the comm tower broadcasted a customized message on all frequencies. It was a long shot, Thrawn’s far-fetched theory being put to the test. Regardless, the one thing that wasn’t running out was power, thanks to the double-edged miracle that was cosmic radiation, so it was left on. Hammerly already accepted her death as a real and very likely possibility, but for the young lieutenants like Lomar, Fentaugh, Agral, and Pyro, a slimmer of hope, no matter how small, keeps them going.

For their sakes, she hoped Thrawn was right.

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Grand Admiral Thrawn of the Imperial Navy has never been to this system before, but Senior Captain Mitth‘raw’nuruodo of the CEDF has, a long time ago. Thrawn remembered the event vividly as one of the rare times when his intelligence and deductive reasoning utterly failed him.

Beasts of morphed flesh and hardened steel, numbering in the thousands and coordinated by a woman of unmatched power, there is indeed a powerful faction in a nearby system, on this side of the Chaos. And now, with retrospect and the knowledge of Lesser Space mythology, he firmly believes that the system his ship had been dragged to for questioning was what the humans called the Origin.

Their technology was advanced, their powers frightening, and Thrawn was taking a gamble and hoping that they still monitor this system. Having met the Lotus, she most likely still has at least a scout ship nearby. He had taken gambles before, but this is one he cannot afford to lose. Not his crew.

Not his family.

[blushingdread]

I had a dream that I was writing a fic about villain!Deku confusing the shit out of Dabi by knowing too much about him and I decided to write it, as my subconscious obviously wants. Enjoy!

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Stain really, truly, regrets bringing on a sidekick sometimes.

"No, we are not killing Ingenium." Deku said, not even bothering to look up from his analysis notebook. "His hero stats when it comes to casualties are exceptional. Practically no collateral damage, spends time with victims personally. If you cull him, I'm leaving."

Stain glares at the kid. "No one needs that many sidekicks Deku." He eventually says in his defense.

"Sidekick is just a name, Stain. It's the hero version of a residency or an intern. All Might is the only person who uses the old definition of the word." The brat sounded exasperated, briefly glancing up to side eye Stain while he replied. "Not to mention, Team Idaten is one of the very few hero agencies that only hires based on goals without exclusively selecting for a type of quirk. It's one of the better sidekick systems I've seen."

That was definitely a high compliment. Deku knew everything hero related like the back of his hand—probably better. If Deku said it was one of the best, it was one of the best. No questions.

Which was annoying because now Stain was down a target.

Stain grumbled. "Then who–"

Deku swiftly cut him off. "Do you really think it will be hard to find a fake hero? If you want a Hosu list I can make one, but frankly it would be easier to see wander around and stumble into a random one than pick out a specific target."

Ah, right. The brat somehow managed to keep up with every single hero that has ever existed. Inside and outside of Japan.

Stain walked over to where the kid was sitting looking over his shoulder at what he was writing about this time. Deku's notebooks were gold mines of everything Stain would ever want or need in his endeavor to cull false heroes. A list of strengths, weaknesses, patrol routes, sidekicks, allies–hell even phobias and allergies. If it was accidentally muttered under someone's breath once, Deku studiously added it to his notes.

The entry the kid was currently working on was about a hero that just debuted today. Stain watched as Deku scrolled through message boards and replayed minute-long clips of the hero using their quirk, already pulling together a plan to counter their quirk and cull them if they showed themselves to be a false hero.

The brat was smart mouthed, didn't care about his own life, and refused to listen to a direct order. Stain couldn't have picked a better sidekick. At fourteen years old, the kid had both realized the truth of heros, and had already begun helping to clean up the world. Stain couldn't be prouder. If only the kid would pick up a knife, then Stain would have the perfect successor, but Deku resented getting his own hands dirty.

Stain rubbed a hand over his face. He preferred to hunt specific prey, but there was no way he was going after Ingenium and losing his greatest asset.

The sound of hands on brick, scaling the side of the building pulled Stain out of his thoughts. Deku didn't bother moving, and Stain couldn't decide if the kid completely trusted Stain to protect him or genuinely didn't care about what was going on.

With a stumbling landing, the newcomer pulled themselves onto the roof Stain and Deku were occupying.

The man, to put it bluntly, looked like a fucking wreck even next to Stain. Which was saying something, because Stain no longer has a nose.

Scars wrapped around his body and jaw like a vice, staples being the only thing holding the dead skin up. He had on a long jacket, but no visible weapons. With the extreme burn scars he likely had a weakness to it. Maybe an ice quirk? He was skinny, with some muscle but clearly not eating enough, so he was obviously a long range fighter.

Stain spun his blades around his fingers in warning. Watching the way the new commer eyes bore into him, analyzing him back.

"Are you the Hero Killer Stain?" His voice was ruff, likely due to the horrific scars that covered his throat and jaw.

"And if I am?" Stain stood up to his full height, letting his blades glint in the moonlight.

The newcomer smirked, only the smallest waver of his hands gave away his nerves. "I want to talk to you about Endeavor."

"Ah!" Deku said chipperly, looking up–what–and closing his notebook–what–making Stain do a double take. "Toyua. I was wondering when you would finally approach us."

Ok. This Toyua is apparently important. Not that Deku ever bothered to mention the man to Stain before, and judging by Toyua's expression he was just as confused as Stain. That meant Deku had never actually met the guy, just decided to start keeping tabs on him. Which was typical Deku behavior.

It also made him look like a dumbass when his sidekick knew more than him.

"So are we just talking about Endeavor or are we also talking about the HPSC's involvement. We can't do much about them physically, but I could start a smear campaign if you get me their files." Deku said conversationally. "Oh I've been calling you Toyua this whole time." Deku smacked his face and gave an apologetic smile. "Do you prefer Dabi?"

"What." Toyua said, staring at Deku. A sentiment that Stain felt in his soul.

It was going to be a long couple of hours.

[thewolfisawake]

Trope for Noita

@arcxnumvitae || For every “Trope” I get, I will post a TV trope for my muse.

The Dog Bites Back : Since becoming an established hunter. Noita's had life kick the crap out of her for years. And the Bastion wasn't an exception to that. Using the fact she did not know what they could or couldn't get away with and so gung ho about getting powerful exorcist potential...they never stopped to think of what that actually entailed.

It wasn't that they didn't think Noita held no intelligence, in fact they kinda had to assume she did to even make studies of being an exorcist. But they had assumed that they could keep Noita on a leash since she had ended up being compliant after rough starts. And the attitude problems were just a small price to pay.

The problem is that they didn't think about what happens when potential they saw became realized by its wielder. And that was when Noita Vespar, or Rune as most hunters know her by, started to show they were not to be trifled with. Their powers tend to be ones that cause a lot of destruction in their wake when Noita is not putting care into how she uses it. And on the lowest, pettiest angle...she doesn't put thought into minimizing collateral damage. Because of how the Bastion is, they take care of the damages related to their missions. While they attempted to make it where damages were on them, Noita essentially said she would 'quit without quitting.'

See, the Bastion has a policy of that allows for breaks from hunters because the sheer scale of what they must do (a lot of them are very squishy humans going against very vicious, capricious, or dangerous nonhumans) takes physical, mental and emotional tolls on them. So they can take Sabbaticals from work without penalty. They just don't get paid and Noita, unfortunately for them, is worldly enough to figure it out.

And problem with that is...Noita is too valuable of a person--even with damages--to let go dormant. Her specialization is not common because good exorcists--at least in the Bastion's eyes--need to be born with the sight to see the incorporeal and supernatural. That is very uncommon to begin with. Further from that are that those with spiritual power ALSO powerful enough to deal with those beings in addition to that sight is even rarer. And despite her destructive methods, her way also is unlikely to have repeat of the being coming back because hers is obliteration, not bringing to peace or lulling to complacency.

Add onto that, Noita just does not put up with them anymore. If it's not something she's on board with, the answer is no. Continue to pester her, don't be surprised if her powers act out from the 'stress.' Basically, she is a loose cannon they don't know how to deal with because she gets what she wants while still maintaining their rules. And it is further complicated that while the European branch does have the prestige rule, there is still a slice of the Bastion community that is ruled by the strength. So having a strong hunter out there that doesn't play in the Bastion politics at all, causes its own problems both bad and good. And Noita, frankly, doesn't care how it shakes out.

[brionysea]

what’s so bad about superheroes being a group? are the avengers unethical or something i don’t watch marvel stuff

it's not really a bad idea in and of itself. friends/teammates who understand what it's like; people to hold you accountable and keep you from making bad decisions; presenting a genuinely stronger, unified front against really big threats to protect more people across the board. that kind of stuff isn't a bad idea. but it can go south with interpersonal conflicts, which is bad considering how powerful they all are, and it's something that spider-man - in this case, peter parker, because i really don't know that much about the others, and miles morales as he is in the spiderverse films (but it probably applies to all of them) - reeeeally doesn't vibe with

partially because it leads to nonsense like the government (or some other authority) trying to control them, which happened in a marvel film a while back (and in the latest spiderverse film). partially because of probable security mandates like disclosing secret identities, which spidey wouldn't go along with because of the danger to his loved ones - all the spidey films you've heard of have covered this already, but that's a much bigger deal to Normal Person Superheroes like spidey than to rich people with security teams and huge mansions to hide in. partially because the friendly neighbourhood spider-man could not STAND being chummy with someone like billionaire arms dealer t*ny st*rk and you cannot change my mind

it's a really specific problem with spidey, and i'm not sure how to adequately get it across other than what i said in that other post. i guess he plays well with others, but he doesn't work well with others. his moral compass is too strong and he can't go against that for the sake of "the team", if he were to be part of one and they were to disagree on something really important - which everything is when you're a superhero, because it's a matter of life and death for the people they're trying to protect. it's better to only answer to himself and not have to waste time playing diplomat or fighting his way out when he knows what the right thing to do is and people could be dying in the meantime

spidey is also just... grounded, in a way i don't think big names like the avengers really are anymore? his perspective is smaller, but in a good way. he looks out for the little guy. i could see spidey helping an old lady carry her groceries home, because he's the friendly neighbourhood superhero, but the avengers? nope. too busy fighting aliens. just thinking about the collateral damage of their fights stresses me out. that overall team focus on the Bigger Picture wouldn't mesh well with this specific hero

[asherlockstudy]

Ok. I see what your talking about.. i'll just say i didn't mean to push any agenda or ideas through you, it's just a safe place for me to just vent and share my thoughts.. and honestly it's just fun to talk about r&l with someone i think cares and will also enjoy the convention. but i guss i just start saying what's on my mind without really thinking, and babbling some.. resulting in me getting sidetracked and, i guess projecting my own pov on you..

I get why you think i'm being deceptive for the way i asked you for proof, but it's honestly becuse in all you'r bosts that i've read, i don't remember being like, Wow. I don't believe they did that, they are actually bad people… But anyway i do have this believe , but i'm not too opposed to it being changed.. And and as you said the only ones that can confirm or deny our theories, are rhett's and link. and honestly i'm so along for the ride..

OK I just need to clarify something because I don't want to be misunderstood for this. I don't think that based on anything I have said the conclusion that Rhett and Link are bad people should be drawn. They would be bad if they did this on purpose, if they felt joy or if they were totally apathetic to the distress they may have potentially caused. I don't see joy or apathy. In fact Link suffers from chronic guilt. Especially around the years 2017-2020 it was more obvious. I also think Rhett is sad about the collateral damage they are probably causing and I am not even sure he is as on board for this as Link is. It's not that their bad people (although, like we have said, they are flawed) but the circumstances are such that beg for trouble.

[aajjks]

mommy issues!JK

*ding*

hey

*ding*

helloooo this is JK right?

*ding*

ANSWER THE GODDAMN PHONE RIGHT NOW JUNGKOOK QUIT PLAYING DUMB

*ding*

that bitch’s pussy isn’t that good

*ding*

koo bear text me back okay? i’m sorry baby. just wanna talk 🥺

repeated texts over and over but still no answer. nara can feel herself growing more and more anxious; awaiting jungkook’s response that he’s REQUIRED to give but she receives nothing. her phone doesn’t notify her if he even read the messages and it only pisses her off more as she thinks about you.

the woman in black kissing jungkook with such passion. it was as if you were waiting to show everyone in the room, including yours and his friends, that you and jungkook are officially together but still, something seemed off. you didn’t flinch when jungkook called you his girlfriend, so maybe you and him are an item or you’re just his ‘sneaky link.’

but wait..

“i’m a kindergarten teacher”

“a school teacher? sorry, sorry but what’s a school teacher doing in a place like this?”

nara gasps “does jungkook have a kid?!!! no way..wait, i think he does!! i can’t remember..”

whether or not jungkook has a kid, nara will make sure that jungkook is back in the palm of her hand where he belongs. she can’t help but laugh at how easy it’ll be to get him back because it all starts with you: little miss kindergarten teacher AKA collateral damage.

from eunwoo:

you want me to bet $100 on a woman you can’t even get a good read on?! 😂😂 i’m totally in because i’m 100000000000% sure you won’t be getting any lip action

and i know i knooooow. no need to lecture me with your simping. just have fun. call me if you need anything and don’t forget my $100 tomorrow 😏

“mm, yeah. i could definitely go for a meal right now”

“me too! i’m starving” giggles seol as you hold the 5-year olds hand and walk with him to the boundary where jungkook is waiting. “thank you so much for watching seol” you tell the older woman as the three of you exit the skating rink after turning in jungkook’s and seol’s ice skates.

as the three of you board jungkook’s car, you talk to seol about what he thought about ice skating.

“what did you like most about ice skating, seol? what did you learn sweetheart?”

“i-i learned that ice skating is hard and it’s cold”

“is that all? what else did you learn?”

“hmmm…i fell a lot too hehe”

“haha, you did fall. your father fell a lot too” both you and seol giggle when you mention jungkook falling on the ice.

“you fell too, mommy!”

“i did fall but you saw how i got back up?”

“mhm! i’m so proud of you, mama”

“i’m…”

you’re taken back by seol’s sweet words. you turn around to look seol in his doe eyes. he’s sitting comfortably in his carseat and he looks just like jungkook that you’re convinced he both carried and birthed him.

“i’m proud of you too, seol. i’m proud of both of you. you both did so good today that i’m probably gonna cry about it later but it’ll be happy tears. i promise”

“don’t cry, mommy. daddy can make you feel better. he gives the best hugs!”

“does he now?” you smirk.

“mhm! his hugs always makes me feel better. isn’t that right daddy? your kisses do too! y-you should kiss mommy and-and that’ll make her feel SUPER better”

~🫧

Putting his phone on do not disturb was the best decision ever and just like that you guys hang out for hours and so as soon as you guys were done eating, Jungkook took you guys towards towards a lake.

His favorite lake whenever he’s tired from the world, he comes here to hide-and the best thing about this is here is a cabin owned by his family, maybe it’s too early to make you stay in the cabin with him, but he’s gonna get his make out session with you tonight.

Nara is still blowing up his phone with texts and missed calls, but she’s always been a psycho, after replying to his best friend- jungkooks determined on earning $100.. but most importantly getting to kiss you again because ever since you kissed him that night he hasn’t been a normal person.

It’s finally night and Seol seems to be asleep in your lap-the kid had a lot of fun and did a lot of jumping and running around so yes, it was guaranteed that he was going to be exhausted.

You are so maternal-so perfect, the way you care about Seol is so special you’re more maternal than his own mom ever was to him.

And he’s determined to gift you to himself and his son. He doesn’t sees you as an object, but he just really wants you so so bad.

You run your hair through seol’s hair as he naps in your lap, anyone could mistake you for an actual couple with their kid and it’s the best thing ever.

“Yn.. hope you had a fun night with me tonight.. and Seol.. haha..” jungkook begins to speak as you both are sitting on the grass-staring at the lake in front of you, the sound of the water is so beautiful and the night is so so gorgeous.

God is on his side. He’s gonna take this chance.

“Yn… I was wondering if… i could kiss you.” You made the first move but now he’s gonna make sure to… do it.

Jungkook scoots in closer, his hands traveling up your hand, it’s so quiet, you look into his eyes, “let me kiss you, yn.”

[bookwormstarwarsfan]

Wow, my life crossover

So yeah, you are right, which is not a surprise, since this is something that even people who are ignorant on the topic can understand by just using their common sense.

But I happen to study among others internation law, including law of war sooo...

Attacking a specifically military complex, just like killing soldiers during a fight, is not a war crime, simply a war act. If war, generally, in every form would be illegal, of course these would be illegal too, but currently self defence war is obviously legal, so until at least one form of war is legal, war acts have to be legal too.

Even if the war in question is debatable whether it's legal or not, nobody in it will be sued, especially not sentenced in the Hague for (ordering) killing soldiers in a fight or (ordering) destructing a military complex/equipment.

(Now of course if it's well known that the military base fosters a high number of civilian refugees, who can no longer be written off as collateral damage, the fighting force that destroy it killing the civilians too, can be subjected to investigation, since distinction between armed forces and civilians is a principle of war. So well known, high number of possible collateral damage in a military base is a grey area in international law.)

Since the Death Star was clearly a military base, civilans weren't expected to be there at all, the rebels had no legal reason to assume there are civilans on board, so the ones there were just collateral damage.

So to translate this to both Star Wars, and real life situations (sorry to bring politics into this, but usually that's far the best way to make it understandable):

The international community wants to and can drag Putin to a international court for starting the war, for ordering the bombing of civil areas, but not for ordering the bombing of Ukrainian armed forces.

Blowing up Alderaan was 100% a war crime (on multiple levels of course), while blowing up Yavin IV, since it was uninhabited, would simply have been an act of war (if we ignore that since we talk about a whole ass planet, it was a whole ass unique biosphere, which would be a too complicated argument due to real life not having the example of multiple unique planets with life on it), since it was the military base of armed forces that were fighting the Empire. The rebels blowing up the Death Star wasn't a war crime, but if they would have blown of Coruscant with the intention of killing the imperial leading staff, they would have committed a war crime.

So, back when I made TikToks, I occasionally discussed my fanfic (not in enough detail that anyone would be able to find it, but...just some general Writer Experiences), and I remember making some video where I talked about how I initially just wanted to send my blorbos on adventures, and then, while writing, I was suddenly like, "Is Princess Leia...okay with war crimes?" because that's just how fanfiction writing often goes.

And the number of responses I got saying something like, "Uhhh, she contributed to blowing up the Death Star. There were a lot of people on it. Pretty sure that was a war crime." was weird because...The Death Star was a battle station??? The Death Star was a battle station and a weapon of mass destruction??? To our knowledge, there were no civilians on the Death Star outside of maybe prisoners??? Do I just not understand war crimes??? I assume attacking an active battle station/military base isn't considered a war crime, even if there are like a million people on board because those million people are presumably not civilians given that they are living on a battle station???

[natashaismylove]

G!p reader and natasha run away to Norway together and sleeps with each other on the run? Some soft sex maybe. Could you do an angst ending too?

Fugitives |N. Romanoff

Summary: Natasha and y/n are both too scared to admit their feelings for one another. As the team splits up and both of them go into hiding, they finally find themselves in a situation where they can be together.

Pairing: g!p reader x Natasha 

Warnings: smut, fluff, angst, g!p reader, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise, begging, breeding kink, slight pain kink, mention of pregnancy, death. 18+ minors DNI.

Word count: 3001

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For once in my life I made the decision to follow my heart instead of my head. I wasn’t quite sure who’s side to be on, but whether or not I had made the right choice remained unclear. Steve was adamant about Bucky’s innocence and his refusal to back down on it made me trust his instinct, something I didn't do very often.

I’d always been a logical person, trusting facts over emotions. Things made sense to me when I had a clear definite answer or reason instead of ideas or personal opinions. I had the facts which said that the Avengers had done a lot of harm over the years, too much collateral damage for it to be ethical or humane.

What I also had was the knowledge of how much good we had done and the extreme amount of damage that would’ve happened if we hadn’t stepped in. This plus Tony’s refusal to take accountability for his own mistakes pushed me to support Steve’s side. 

I didn’t mix emotions with any form of decisions I had to make and I never had. Still, it felt horrible to have to stand across from Natasha once they caught up with us in Germany. The way her eyes met mine immediately and the words she had spoken just a day prior rang in my head. The way she had tried to convince me to sign the accords, “Do the right thing.” she had said.

Watching as Steve and Bucky boarded the jet, having seen the way Natasha had helped them do so eased my mind a tiny bit. It made me feel like maybe it was a chance for us to remain friends and not let this ruin anything between us.

She had been my closest friend since I joined S.H.I.E.L.D a few years ago. We’d always have each other's backs and for the most we had the same opinions on things, hence why it was such a surprise for me once she agreed with Tony.

After Steve and Bucky got away and I heard police sirens in the distance I made the decision to flee. It was either this or get arrested and that just didn’t seem all that logical. I left the airport and tried not to think about what would happen to my friends.

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Third person POV

The TV was on in the background as Natasha absentmindedly stared out into space, thinking about the situation she was in as she had just arrived in Norway to hide out. What mostly plagued her mind were the thoughts of y/n and where she was. Natasha wouldn’t admit it but she always worried about her friend, no matter what either of them were doing.

Other than Clint, y/n was the only person she felt like she could truly trust. Natasha was very aware of her feelings for the other girl, knowing that she was absolutely in love. She never said anything, always kept those thoughts to herself, but whenever the two girls would do regular stuff; cooking together, driving around at night, cuddling while watching a movie, she would always let herself imagine that they were doing this because they were in a relationship.

Their fingers brushing together as she handed Natasha the salt, the smile that covered y/n’s face as she loudly sang along to the songs that were playing through the car. The way she would lie her head on Natasha’s shoulder when she got tired, dozing off in the middle of the movie. All these things made Natasha’s heart glow, and her brain started to whirr with the thoughts and imaginations of them truly being together.

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Natasha let herself focus on the TV as the news started to play, talking about the situation that had gone down in Germany.

“Det har kommet som en stor overraskelse for oss at flere av disse superheltene er nå kriminelle. Captain Amerika er på rømmen, det samme med Black Widow og flere medlemmer av Avengerne. Vi ber dere alle om å være på utkikk og melde politiet hvis dere ser de.” ‘It's a surprise for us all that these superheroes are now criminals. Captain America, Black Widow and other members of the Avengers are now on the run. We ask you all to look out and notify the police if you spot them.’

“Kriminelle, huh?” ‘Criminals, huh?’ you said as you crossed your arms, leaning against the wall next to the door.

Natasha’s head shot towards you, staring at you while trying to figure out how you had found the trailer.

You pushed yourself off of the wall before walking towards the couch Natasha was seated on. “Ja vell da, nå er vi tydeligvis kriminelle. Full av ondskap” ‘Alright then, we’re apparently now criminals. Full of evil.’ You shrugged with a chuckle at your own joke.

“Hey…” Natasha said with a small smile.

You returned her smile before sitting down, placing your hand on her knee. “Hey there.”

Natasha was quick to put her hand on top of yours, lacing your fingers together. “I was worried about you.”

You gave her a nod, a sad smile played on your lips. “Me too.”

Natasha stared into your eyes, taking a deep breath before letting her gaze drop to your lips. She squeezed your hand a bit while contemplating whether or not she was gonna make a move, the worry of possibly ruining the friendship plagued her mind. She breathed out through her nose before muttering a small “fuck it.” and quickly let go of your hand to cup your face.

She smashed her lips against yours and you reached out to grab onto the couch behind you to not lose balance. Once you realised what was happening you placed your hands on her shoulders and returned the kiss with the same amount of neediness as she was giving. Your lips moved together hungrily, hers parting enough for you to slip your tongue in as you tangled your fingers into her hair.

You tugged lightly on her hair while kissing across her jaw, the sigh she let out as her head was pulled back sounded like music to your ears. You trailed kisses down her neck, leaving marks in a momentary flash of possessiveness. The way she held onto your body made your heart soar, the small moans she let out as you made your way back up her neck was all you needed to pull her onto your lap.

You placed your lips back on hers, letting out a small chuckle against them as she started to desperately move her lips against yours, absentmindedly rocking her hips back and forth as she straddled you. Her lips were soft and warm, a comforting feeling you’d replay in your mind over and over again later in life.

You nipped at her lips, lightly biting onto it before kissing the area, moving your hands down to hold onto her hips. “Shit, Tasha…” you breathed out.

“Fuck me, please.” she spoke against your lips before kissing you again.

You used one hand to cradle her head as you made out, the other one wrapped around her back as you moved her to lie underneath you on the couch. Your hands made way to her jacket which you unzipped quickly, allowing Natasha to throw it onto the ground next to you. Her shirt was quickly pulled over her head to join the jacket on the ground, the other clothing items soon following.

As she laid under you, naked with her hair messily framing her head, her chest moving up and down as she breathed heavily, you couldn’t help but reach out to gently brush your fingers over her cheek, tracing her features slowly while she looked up at you, burning them into your memory.

“Please, y/n…” she whispered.

You smiled and nodded, pulling your shirt over your head, not caring where it landed before you moved onto your pants. Once all your clothes were gone you slowly bent down, placing a delicate kiss onto her lips before doing the same to her cheek.

“You’re sure about this?” you questioned her.

She gave a nod back, smiling so softly up at you that you felt like you could just melt. “Never been more sure about anything.”

You parted her legs a bit more, moving the head of your cock against her hole. You kept your eyes on her the entire time, making sure she was alright as you slowly moved your cock into her.

Her lips parted as her eyes closed, a breathy moan left her as you filled her up. She wrapped her arms around your back, pushing you completely down onto her. Once you were fully in you gave her a moment to adjust, get used to the feeling of you inside of her.

You kissed her neck before holding yourself up on your forearms. “Just tell me when.”

She took a few breaths before smiling. “Please move.”

You dragged your hips back before bucking into her, watching her face intently, but the only thing you could see on it was pleasure and lust. Once again you moved out of her and thrusted back in, getting moans out of her as you fell into a rhythm.

You brushed her hair away from her face before quickening your movements, wrapping one arm around her back to slightly lift her hips up and try to find the right angle to make her scream. Her legs wrapped around your waist, pushing you deeper inside of her as you hit her spot repeatedly.

“Holy shit, y/n~” she moaned.

“You feel so amazing, Nat…” you laid your head into the crook of her neck, breathing heavily against it which caused shivers to go down Natasha’s spine. “so so perfect…”

“I love you~”

You let out a happy chuckle before holding onto her tighter, nodding against her. “I love you too, so much.”

You moved your hand from under her before sliding it down between the two of you, finding her clit easily before putting some pressure on it. Her eyes shut tightly and you took it as a signal to move your fingers in small circles. Her nails dug into your back but you didn’t care, the thought of having some marks to remind you of this only fueled you to go faster.

She was moaning into your ear, still holding you down so you were chest to chest. You could feel her clenching around you, a sign that told you she was getting closer. Your fingers worked at a quicker pace, your hips bucking into her to reach as deep inside as you could.

“You wanna cum for me?” you spoke into her ear before lightly biting her ear lobe.

She nodded quickly, her nails raking down your skin so deliciously. “Please, so badly~”

“Good. I want to feel you cum, don’t hold anything back, alright?”

She gave another nod, her face scrunched up in pleasure for you to see as you lifted your head a bit. With both the works of your fingers against her clit and your cock inside of her it didn’t take long before her back was arching and she let out a loud moan as she came. You fucked her through her orgasm before wrapping your arms around her back, pulling her up so you could sit with her straddling you again. 

Your arms stayed around her waist and you helped her jump up and down onto your cock, reaching another place inside of her that nearly made her scream. Her hands were in your hair, her forehead pressed against yours as she rocked her hips in circular motions.

“I want to feel you cum as well~” her breath mingled with yours as she spoke.

You nodded, tightening your arms around her as you bounced her on your cock. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna cum, just gotta pull out-”

“No!” she said loudly. “No, don’t pull out please, want to feel you fill me up~”

You shook your head against her. “I’m not wearing a condom, sweetheart.”

“Don’t care.” she said out of breath as she kept jumping on your cock, the feeling of her around you had nearly made you cum so many times already. “Fill me up, breed me, get me pregnant, I don’t care~”

“Nat-”

“Please, y/n, just please fill me up, make me all big and round with your babies, it’s all I want.” she kept pleading, her eyes closed and her face full of bliss from her previous orgasm.

Your face scrunched up as you tried to hold back, tried to tell yourself that she was just talking nonsense from all the pleasure, that she didn’t really mean it. Somehow she still managed to convince you as you started to thrust your hips up into her.

“Fucking hell, fine-” you grunted, pushing her face into your neck as you held onto her while fucking up into her.

“Fuck me pregnant~” she moaned into your ear, clinging onto you as she waited for you to cum inside of her.

“Holy shit- shit-” you moaned, thrusting up a final time before letting your cum spill into her. Her body was shaking against yours, the clenching she was doing around you let you know that she had cum again. Your hands caressed her back gently as she moved her head from your neck to look at you.

A big but tired smile covered her face before she kissed you, sighing against your lips before pulling away. 

“Thank you.” she said softly.

You placed a kiss on her forehead before hugging her tightly. “I love you.”

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What else could replay in your mind as you looked around the scenery but that memory. The time you two finally realised how much you meant to each other. 

A small hand tugged on yours and brought you out of your thoughts as you looked down at the little girl. You crouched down in front of her before kissing her forehead. “I love you. Mommy and I love you and we always will, no matter what.”

At 2 years old you knew she couldn’t understand the concept of death. In reality that wasn’t something you ever wanted your daughter to know anyways, but life turned out a different way. You held onto her before lifting her up, placing her on your hip as you walked closer to the grave.

You pointed at it before smiling at her. “This is where you can go to talk to mommy, ok? And she might not respond, but you’ll always know she’s listening. She’s watching us from above now, making sure we’re always ok.”

Emma nodded slowly before placing her hand against your nose, her tiny fingers wrapping around it before quickly pulling away as she giggled. “I got your nose.”

You gave her a big smile before kissing her cheek. “No fair, give it back.” you fake pouted.

She giggled again while shaking her head. “No.”

You didn’t expect to be here. It’s been seven years since you found out your then girlfriend was pregnant, although it had only been almost three years for you. You’d been ecstatic, found a cottage for you guys in the woods in Norway that you immediately started renovating. You had made it all so incredibly homy, a nice nursery with lots of toys was placed besides your bedroom.

You got married, a small wedding with only Yelena present as the officiant, and you had just celebrated Emma’s second birthday when Steve had showed up, telling you guys that they needed your help. You and Natasha had agreed that she would go and you’d stay and take care of your daughter, as much as the thought of her leaving hurt you. It was barely a blink of an eye that everything had changed. The windows of your home were suddenly shattered, the entire place dark and glass shards were scattered on the floor, plants growing through the floor cracks and moss on the walls.

You’d held Emma tightly as she cried, your own confusion weighing heavy on your head as your home had been in perfect shape just a second ago. You went back to America, only to find a funeral for Tony and Steve with a grim expression as he approached you.

You’d found Yelena again after, the two of you ended up being great friends and sister in laws in the two years you spent with each other as she stayed with you guys. You found out about Natasha’s grave from her, where you were now standing with your daughter, trying to stay strong for her.

You put Emma down and watched as she ran over to her auntie Yelena to play with her dog, and you turned your gaze back to your Wife’s grave, a sad smile on your lips as you reached out to touch the stone.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You did everything to protect us and you succeeded. I’ll always love you and I’ll make sure Emma knows all about her mom.” you spoke, a tear running down your cheek as you hoped so dearly that somehow in the afterlife she could hear you. “You can rest now.”