#and we are going to crash into the fucking twin towers or something if were not careful like jesus christ

[mushratting]

the trials and tribulations of college level event production

[jacethebeltsculptor]

Outer Wilds Expedition Log #4 #2

Alright, with the secrets of Giant's Deep laid bare and the Tower of Quantum Secrets dumped unceremoniously into a black hole, it's time to move on to Space Mexico and Space Saudi for some answers about Quantum Fuckery and the Nomai's overblown science project. I started this loop by blasting off to Ember Twin at mach speed, overshot it, and crashed into the sun again. Needed that- keeps me humble. After taking a much more demure and restrained route, I started by parking outside of Chert's camp and jumping off a cliff to see if I could get to the bottom of the lakebed cave in time. Turns out, I totally could, but I knew I was going to have a bad time once Cacti started teleporting around. I learned quick not to stand anywhere cacti-shaped, lest I put together an impromptu suffocating Sonic cosplay. Fortunately, I made it to the cave without getting crushed, and with literally just enough air to make it to the tree. Once I read the Nomai text, about how what's-his-dead disappeared when his flashlight died, it made the lightswitch on the quantum moon make a lot more sense- you'll teleport *with* a Quantum Object if you can't see it. That also explains how you're supposed to get out of this cave, since the passage was full of sand and I was expecting to have to meditate to death. Once I was free from Bummer Death Cave, tried to race to the Sunless City to see if I could make it to the High Energy Lab, but that was already buried, so I took off to Ash Twin to see if I could see anything cool from the towers. I learned, at some point, that the towers were designed to evoke the places they linked to, so my immediate instinct was to find the one linked to the sun station, since that's probably what's been blowing up our sun. Hopefully there's a big button labelled "off" that we can push. Although, God, I hope that doesn't turn the sun off... Unfortunately, the path to the teleporter was blocked by about twelve trillion cacti, and despite a valiant effort to float like a butterfly, I instead got stung like a bee and got gangbanged to death by needles. Still mulling over how to not get gangbanged to death by needles, I hit up the Sunless City to try and finally hit the High-Energy lab, which went pretty smoothly. This is around when I learned that my scout is actually a portable light source, since I hadn't really been using it until then. Maybe I shouldn't be giving flashlight guy quite so much shit. The actual trip wasn't too bad- I'm familiar enough with the invisible death farts now to fire off a scout whenever I see a branching path- but the High Energy Lab had some goddamn INTERESTING lore going on. So, it turns out that, with black hole and the teleporters, you actually exit slightly before you enter, which is how they've been sending stuff back in time. I also made a few attempts to pull the black hole core before the scout actually entered it, but the timing didn't seem to work, so I guess I'm not allowed to fuck around and find out with the fabric of reality out here in SPACE NORTH KOREA. God. After watching Ember Twin's descent into a woke fascist hand-holding Big Brother state, I decided to fuck off into the wilderness and become a Bramble Man. My first effort went decently well- I'd found the skeletons on Ember Twin, so when I saw a shitton of lights and fog, I knew what was up. I noticed that one of the lights was red instead of white, so I decided to start there. Turns out- bad idea! That was their nest. I knew these fuckers were blind, so I just cut the engines and drifted until I found a hole to exit from, which led me to the remains of the Nomai vessel. I was only able to get into like, two hallways and the control room, but I did find something neat- an interface for coordinates in the same style as the ones on Giant's Deep, and a broken warp core. Now, I know there were Warp Cores in the HEL and they were making them in the Black Hole Forge on Brittle Hollow- which I found forever ago and don't remember the path- so if my plan is to fix this ship, I'll hit up them up again soon.

[callmemana]

Intricate Threads: A Ballet of Secrets

Pietro x Widow!self-insert

Summary: When the Red Room finally had been shut down and Dreykov dead, three ex-Widows follow Natasha back to the Avengers where they meet and form a bond with the other members of the team. The Widows had control over what they do for the first time and aren’t gonna let something as sweet as freedom slip through their hands. You can never be too cautious about what might lurk in the depths of the Galaxy.

A/N: This will take place across a couple of marvel movies, starting with a month or so before Captain America: Civil War and stop at Avenger��s Endgame.

A/N #2: the Romanian & Russian dialog will be in English but in {brackets} because sometimes Google Translate isn’t trustworthy.

Warnings: inaccurate fighting scenes, cursing, and everyone lives because I said so and Cap doesn’t stay back in the 40s.

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Chapter 1 - Daylight to Midnight

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After the Red Room had crashed, it wasn’t a hard decision for me and a few other Widows to follow Natasha back to New York. I wasn’t the youngest of the newbie Avengers, that title would go to Peter Parker, but I wasn’t the eldest either, Baylie.

I was about the same age as the Maximoff Twins. We all got along for the most part, but it's hard to be truly friends when you’re both closed off towards one another.

Trust isn’t something you have after years of only being able to rely on yourself and that can be tested when you’re relaxing on the couch with a companion and you can’t find the remote.

Friendships will crack quickly over something as stupid as the possibility of sitting on the remote and then not moving when you’re looking for it. That can ruin friendships quickly.

Also we’re still in that awkward phase of our lives where we’re still getting those stupid teenage hormones. Well, most of us are, Vision got to skip that part which is totally unfair! And Peter’s just starting that phase of becoming that moody teen that he is. He’s not very fun to hang around when he’s sassier than usual. I don’t know how Stark and his Aunt handle him.  

I grew close to the only other people my age, the Maximoff Twins and my sisters. I’ve known Baylie and Raven since we were children before the Red Room and took care of each other while training to be a Widow.

I’m closer with Wanda than the Speedster, but when you’ve been deprived of having a friend it’s nice to finally have one. She also is dating my little sister Raven. I get along okay with Pietro, we have our moments here and there, but usually it's all smooth sailing.

He likes to flirt with the female population in Stark Tower which consist of two bachelorettes; Nat and myself, but he knows better than to try anything on Natasha. So it all goes to me. I mean, I don’t hate it, but I don’t exactly like to be hit on when i’m trying to peacefully eat my cereal in the morning.

There are other women in the tower, but most are in relationships. Shield agents are too easy for him, or so he’s told us. I think that he’s already gone through most if not all the single ones.

Bay thinks he likes to flirt with me because I’m ’hard to get, even harder to keep’ but I just roll my eyes and tell her to fuck off.

Ray thinks it’s sweet that he flirts and always tries to give him ideas on how to ‘woo me’ because she doesn’t see me smile very often, but when I’m with him i can’t help it. She’s even recruited Wanda to help.

Nat pretty much leaves the subject alone, every once in a while she’ll add her two cents into the mix. But she’s also a little shit so you know she’s pulling strings in the background trying to set something up.

Pretty much everyone on the team and even a couple of high-ranking SHIELD Agents are rooting for us.

The way I see it, he’s an amazingly gorgeous man with a thick accent that can make any woman fall for his charm. This translates to Fuckboy, if you ask me.

And for my first real relationship fresh out of the Red Room, I’m not dumb enough to have my heart broken by a guy like him. So he can flirt and try his little horny Jedi mind tricks on me, but it isn’t happening.

We’re best friends and Wanda and Raven are dating, but just because our siblings are together and he’s stupidly attractive doesn’t mean that I’ll cross that line between friends to lovers with him anytime soon.

There’s plenty of fish in the sea, he just has to get out of the tower and catch one’s attention. Which should be easier than pie for him.

I’m just not going to be another notch in his belt buckle for him. I’m damaged and I don’t want to put my traumatic past into his future.

We’ve both been through enough as it is. So why should we add unnecessary baggage to the mix when we can’t even get over our own?

Dreykov wanted to break us down and build us back up stronger. He wanted the power over us and to make sure that we could never leave him.

To keep our heads in the assignments, so he took away our choice to a happy future. He does this to millions upon millions of young women every day.

Now though, with the Red Room destroyed, all those other girls have a choice. They can be reunited with their parents and no more children will be kidnapped and tortured to fit perfectly into the Red Room’s manifest.

I know I don’t even want to think about my past, so many terrifying tests and experiments. How could I ask him to share when I’m not willing to do so too.

The pain, screams, and daily lectures about how the graduation ceremony was a privilege and reward for passing every test they could throw at you.

Now I see what it really is, another way to control you.

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Getting up in the morning was a big task for me, I hated mornings more than anything. So when Steve did his ‘Good Morning Checks’ I usually threw my pillow at the door and cuddled further into my blankets.

Today though, since Steve was out on a mission along with most of the other adults, it was F.R.I.D.A.Y that woke me up with a loud trumpet noise. I grumbled as I sat up and wrapped a blanket over my shoulders before heading out in my oversized shirt and spandex booty shorts.

I slowly made my way to the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee and started to crack eggs for some breakfast. I had F.R.I.D.A.Y play some pop music as I continued to cook, using the spatula as a microphone. Every once in a while I’d take a sip from my mug just to the left of me.

In the middle of making the scrambled eggs my blanket over my shoulders fell and the sudden lost of warmth made me shiver and to warm myself up again I reached for my coffee I just grabbed air. It was missing and as much as I knew I was the only one awake and out of bed.

I looked around the counters, making sure that I didn’t just place it a few inches away from me but I never saw it. I widened the search and when I turned around and caught a glimpse of the smug look on the Speedster’s lips I knew what had made my blanket fall. I stared right into those beautiful icy blue eyes as I realized he must’ve snuck over and snatched my mug too.

“Did you really just Jack my cup? There’s like a hundred of them in the cabinets above the coffee machine!”

A thick Slovakian voice replied smugly, “But this one was closer and full. No need to dirty a new cup, {Darling}.”

I seethed and reached for my coffee when he swiftly moved it out of my way. “Serioulsy Pietro. Give it back, you have legs and they work just fine. Get your own.”

“Yours is better, I think I’ll just keep this one.”

“Seriously? Give it back, it's too early for this and I’m making scrambled eggs for everyone.” I point the spatula/mictrophone at him threateningly. He knows that if I wanted to I could use it as a weapon.

Pietro raised his eyebrows, smirk still on his gorgeous face. “I’m not giving it up. Nice try tricking me with food.”

I groan as I rolled my eyes and go to the cabinet where the mugs usually are. When it was opened, the cups were not on their designated shelf. They were now at the top where I couldn’t reach. I took a sharp inhale before I turn around abruptly, anger colored my face red. “You didn’t.”

“Oh, but I did.” He looks so smug as he takes a gulp of my coffee. At that moment the others started to trail in, most likely from the smell of food cooking.

“What’s this morning’s spat about today?” asked Ray as she went to grab a mug only to grab a glass cup.

She turns it left and right in confusion before setting it back and stepping a few steps in reverse, seeing that the mugs are on a higher shelf. Raven spares a look to Wanda, and then she uses her magic to bring down three more.

“Where’s your coffee Amanda?”

“Your {idiot} brother took it.”

“{Be nice}” replied Raven as she hit her sister as a warning.

“{He took my coffee! I have a reason to be upset!}”

Raven gave another ‘behave’ glare and turned to the coffee pot pouring herself and Wanda a cup. I nudged her with my own and dipped my head towards the machine. Raven playfully rolled her eyes before grabbing and filling mine and handing it back.

“How did you sleep?”

Raven shrugged and looked at Wanda before returning to face me and whisper, “It wasn’t the best, {I had nightmares all night about the Red Room.}”

We both checked to make sure the Twins were occupied in their own conversation before continuing.

“{Why didn’t you come and get me? We could’ve talked it out}.”

Raven waved me off taking a sip of her coffee, “I’m fine. When they get too bad I’ll talk to Bay or you.”

I gave her a concerned smile but let it go, “Ok everyone, breakfast is done. Come and get a plate.”

Of course it was just the four of us, Baylie would be asleep for a while, Vision didn’t need to do anything human, and Peter was at home before his school started.

Pietro was the first to the skillet, kissing my cheek as I drank some more caffeine before he scooped heaps of the eggs onto his plate. I had made sure to make a whole carton because of his metabolism. “{Thank you, Princess}.”

I froze from the unexpected kiss, the two other women in the room giggle behind their plates. We all sat in silence as we ate our breakfast before we had to get ready for training. Bay came in a couple of minutes before we left to get dressed.

“Good morning, any coffee or food left?” She walked around the kitchen and grabbed what she wanted and sat down at the counter. She was greeted from everyone in the room and talked a little before we really did have to go get dressed for the gym.

I put my dirty dishes into the sink and put rubber gloves on before starting to wash them and then everyone else started to pile their own plates and silverware into the soapy water.

“Really? {I can’t wait for training, then I’ll kick their asses}” I mutter to myself as the others leave the room. I missed the way Pietro looked back at me as I frustratedly scrubbed the dishes.

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After I was finished I rushed to my room to put on some athletic short and a sports bra, already hot from the running around like a chicken with it’s head cut off. Once I was inside the gym I started my stretching, plugging my headphones into my phone and opening the Spotify app and picking a random playlist.

Lost in my own little world, I missed the staring from the Speedster as I taped my hands before starting to box. The bag was swinging wildly with each punch thrown at it. I kept the rhythm for a while until I felt tired and thirsty, so I quit for a couple of minutes to get a drink.

I hadn’t realized the time and the fact that everyone else was gone from the gym, so I took the gloves and tape off of my hands and wrists and went to my room to shower. When I was done and dressed I went to the livingroom to watch a movie.

A luxury that I didn’t really have growing up, since they didn’t do that in the Red Room. Unlike Steve, I didn’t have a little notebook full of everything in the last 75 years that I missed, I wasn’t in my early hundreds and buried in ice. I was trained to be an assassin and there was no room for ‘childishness.’

I made popcorn and found some of the snacks and candies that Stark had stashed everywhere he could, you can’t hide anything from a spy. A rush of wind and then the couch sunk where he sat beside me, pretty much touching my hip to his.

“What are we watching {Princess}?” he mumbled over some of the chips I had set up on the couch. I snatched the bag away from him, taking a handful and chewing on the chips. “I’m watching a Disney princess movie.”

I shoved him away from me, getting comfy in my spot on the couch and moving the blanket to cover my whole body. “Don’t be like that {Darling}, let me stay and watch the movie with you.”

Pietro tried to get under the blanket with me, but I ripped them out of his hands, wiggling my pointer finger at him, “Uh no, {Playboy}, we are not sharing this. Go get yourself one from your room, I’ll pause it and wait for you.”

“Thanks {Darling}, I’ll be back in a flash.” he kissed my cheek again before running off towards his room to grab a blanket.

I chuckled and rolled my eyes at his little affection that he’s given me today. It’s nothing really new between the two of us, ever since we’ve all became friends. He’s like that to the other girls too, nothing more than a little greeting or goodbye or even playfulness that he shows.

Pietro kept his word and was back quickly with pillows and blankets and drinks and somehow even more snacks and candies. I gasp, “Where did you find those! They’re the best candies Stark has hidden and I’ve searched for months and haven’t found any!”

He smiled at my excitement and handed me the plastic packaging that he had opened for me and I grabbed a couple before tossing them in my mouth and chewing. “Are you ready and comfortable?”

Pietro sat down and threw the blanket over himself before laying his head on my lap and looking up into my eyes, “Ready {Princess}.”

Chuckling, I messed up his hair a little and hit the ‘play’ button. “Whatever goob, just keep your eyes on the screen.”

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The next few hours we took turns picking out different movies, only thing that mattered to us was each other’s company and the movie in the background.

I don’t know when I fell asleep but when I woke up it was to the sound of a gravely voice speaking in a language I didn’t understand. “{It’s time to get up Princess, dinner’s ready.}”

I groan and stretch as I slowly get up, taking the blanket and turning myself into a burrito before walking into the kitchen. “Well good evening Sleeping Beauty, I’m glad you could join us. You and Piet looked very comfy on that couch together.”

I punched Bay on the shoulder, glaring at her from across from me at the table. Bay and Ray giggled into their hands at my reaction. They already knew of my little crush on the man and loved to throw it in my face about the flirty remarks we both exchanged.

“{Don't start that shit, there is nothing going on.}”

“Hey, hey, English please!” announced Peter as he grabbed a piece of pizza from the box.

“Sorry, Pete. I’m just so used to talking to other Widows that I forget not everyone else can speak Russian.”

Peter smiled, taking a huge bite. “No problem Ms Baylie, I know its hard for you girls.”

Now it was Raven and myself who were laughing, Peter might’ve been a teenager but he did have some ‘old people’ tendencies. He always called older people Misses or Mister and it made most of the time they laugh at his formality and others got frustrated because of it.

The dinner continued with laughter and small meaningless arguments. Vision ended up joining us too, talking science with Peter as the rest of us talked about everything and nothing at the same time. It was fun to have dinners as a family, since I can’t really remember the last proper one I had with my own.

After the pizza was put away, I started to put on the rubber gloves and clean the dirty dishes again and I felt a slight breeze to my side where Pietro was standing now. He took the plates that had already been washed and started to dry them.

The silence between us was comfortable and friendly. I hummed a little tune from earlier in the day and did a little dance as I put the dried plates in the cupboards.

Pietro sped past me, taking the plate from the drying rack and then the ones from my hands and put them in their respective place. I rest my closed fist on my hips, a slight smile on my lips.

“Really? Sometimes it's okay to do domestic things without super powers every once in a while. Plus, not everyone in the house has them.”

Pietro smirks, “I can think of one thing that’s domestic we can do without my powers, {Darling}.”

I blush at his words, smiling to myself as I shake my head, “Ok yeah, keep talking game buddy. I’m gonna go clean up our movie night and then go to sleep.”

Before I could even exit the kitchen, a blur of sliver passed and then stopped right in front of me, holding all of our snacks, candies, and popcorn bowl. “Thanks, less for me to do. Good Night Piet.”

I kissed his cheek and then left for my room, where I ended up reading until about ten. I got ready in dance attire and then grabbed my old pointe shoes, making sure the coast was clear before existing my room and sneaking over to the gym where Baylie and Raven was waiting.

“{You took a while, having too much fun with the boytoy?}” smirked Baylie, opening the door and allowing Raven and myself in first.

I turned on the lights as Ray sat down and put on her ballet shoes, Bay coming inside and doing the same. Once Raven was done she set up her phone to the sound system and syncing up a song that we have engraged in our brains.

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[atombombbaby]

Me, as they pull me from the camp I built from the wreckage of my shuttle on the dangerous planet where I've survived for the past ten months: "The coordinates for the other shuttle are in my cabin. Go check on my people!"

But Sarah Morgan? Nah. Just, "Get me out of here, this was horrible! Fuck my crew; they're probably dead anyway."

I hate that I have to be nice to Sarah "selfish scumbag" Morgan if I want to rescue the child she orphaned on a hostile world--because her (Sarah's) widdle fee-fees kept her from doing her duty as a commanding officer (and decent human being) for twenty years.

Also, is the UC Marines' motto, "Always leave your people behind?"

It took practically no time at all in-game to get the coordinates for the crash. I don't care if everyone thought they were PROBABLY dead; any decent human being (and especially any decent commanding officer) would have made VERIFYING their status a priority as soon as possible.

Speaking as a veteran who was a squad leader and section chief (during the cold war, so calm down--I also hate the way the US uses its military now that I know better), Sarah was a horrible CO when she was military, and is the worst, most self-centered person at Constellation.

When the space shuttle went down irl, did we shrug and say, "Yeah, they're probably dead," or did we go look? When planes crash in hostile environments, do we not spend weeks searching for wreckage and bodies? When the Twin Towers in NY went down, did we shrug and say, "Oh, well, there probably weren't any survivors," or did we mobilize a huge search and rescue mission?

Hey, I get that they couldn't do it during the war, but given the ease with which we were able to find Sarah's lone surviving victim (and I remind you again, Sarah may as well have just shot Sona's parents herself), there's no excuse for the UC not doing so the instant the war ended.

"But what about Andreja? Didn't she do something similar?" Nope. When Andreja's incident happened, she was still deep into a lifetime of cult brainwashing that taught her considering these people friends and caring about them was practically blasphemy and treason combined. She eventually overcame that conditioning, sought them out, and jeopardized her own life and future to make what little amends she could.

Andreja also paid a PRICE to do the right thing. She was not directly responsible for what happened to her friends after the attack, but went against everything she had been taught since birth to at least check up on them, whereas Sarah (and the UC Marines) were DIRECTLY responsible for the remnants of Sarah's crew being stranded--and dying--on a hostile world.

So yeah, I'm nice to Sarah until we get the little girl back, but after that I do my best to interact with her as little as possible, because her character (and the UC Marines in general) makes me fucking sick.

[nitewrighter]

Headcanons for Robin/Nightwing and Starfire’s future in the animated series?

>If we're assuming they got together after "Trouble In Tokyo" I imagine they'd be together for about... two to three years. During this time Robin finally has the confidence to put on the mantle of Nightwing and move away from being Robin, but also something's still off.

>Like the thing about 03 Robin/Nightwing, at least in my interpretation, is that he's going to continue to be a hot-headed over-competitive asshole consumed by their hero work until Starfire's like, "Okay but do you actually see yourself having a life outside of this. Do you see yourself as a whole person outside of this." And Robin doesn't actually have an answer for that. So... she dumps him. She loves him, and she knows he loves her, but like... she also knows that the Dick she knows now will just keep throwing himself at a wall until he falls apart if it means getting the mission done, and she knows that's not healthy for either of them. She knows she's not helping him get past that.

>So Starfire goes into space for a time to get some perspective--and it hurts, but like... also Earth is a planet she got really attached to because she essentially crashed onto it after a series of really traumatic events, so she kind of needs to see how big the universe is because she let her world get so small so fast. She loves her friends, but she also needs to see what's out there, you know? So she goes among the stars, nearly gets recruited into the Star Sapphire corps, helps Razer find Aya (because goddammit I need closure there), has long philosophical sessions with The Android, hangs out with the Wonder Twins, kicks some Apokolips butt, hooks up with a Thanagarian hottie, gets fuckin' blasted with Lobo, gets in a bar fight with Lobo, has a long weird bonding session with Lobo, and drunkenly cries to Space Cabbie about how much she misses the Titans (and Dick) while Lobo's like, "You don't NEED them, you are a strong, beautiful, independent Tamaranean!" Helps Lobo patch things up with his own daughter, does her best to patch things up with Blackfire (Things are still really awkward between them but there are fewer coups involved, at least.) Does a whole bunch of humanitarian (tamaranean-tarian?) work on Tamaran, and honestly just kind of gets a great sense of like, "Okay, you know... I actually feel like a whole person now." Like she's seen enough of the universe that like... she doesn't feel like a fish out of water back on earth. But ultimately... she misses earth, and she misses her friends, and that's her home, so she returns. It's been like... 3 years, but she finally feels comfortable saying that's her home.

>Now in that three years, Dick's been going through it, too, but this is not a "Getting Your Groove Back In Space" situation. He's doing a lot of work in Blüdhaven. He has a kind of intense relationship with Barbara Gordon. Like the whole thing there was that Babs was hardcore a childhood crush for him, so it's like, "Yeah! This is what I've actually wanted the whole time! Guess I just have a thing for redheads!" But... nah. It's... not quite like that. Like Babs thinks he's cute but it's also like Dick represents her trying to get emotional fulfillment out of the whole cape life and everything's all tangled up in them trying to prove themselves to Bruce and why the fuck are they still trying to prove themselves to Bruce?! It's that situation where you think it's what you want and you convinced yourself its what you want for so long that you don't want to admit how hollow it feels when you finally have it... Dick's still willing to try for it, but Babs was always the brains between them and she breaks it off.... then she gets paralyzed and that fucks both of them up and Dick is like, "Hey let me be here for you" but she pushes him away. She's done. (Don't worry give her like a year and a half and she'll be kicking ass as Oracle--it'll all work out.)

>So Dick is like, "Fine. I can give up the cape life too. All it's ever done is fuck me up anyway." So he does. But it's not like he can sit around and do nothing. And that's where all of the fucking "Spyral" shit starts. Spyral sucks. He feels like a goddamn idiot with Spyral. But then everything starts funneling back toward Gotham again and uh oh it turns out Gotham has gone to shit--like way more to shit than usual. And that's when Damian pops up in Dick's life like "Bruce disappeared. You have to be Batman now. Also you suck and you'll never be Batman. Now put on the cowl. Fuck you." And Dick is like, "Wow. I cannot stress how much this is the last thing I want." And just to rub his nose in it further Tim Drake is just absolutely vibing as Red Robin so it's like, "Huh I guess all your Robin hangups were a you problem." But... somehow chasing Damian's freaky little sword-wielding-ass around and getting the shit kicked out of him by Jason and then kicking the shit out of Jason helps him work through a bunch of stuff? Like it's ugly. It's an ugly situation from all angles. But it's also Dick confronting literally everything that fucked him up about being Robin, while also trying to steer Damian to a healthier mindset as the new Robin.

>Eventually Bruce returns from the Phantom Zone or whatever, takes up the mantle of Batman again like, "Oh god I'm so sorry I never meant to put that on you and I realize I put a lot of shit on you" and Dick comes out of it finally being able to say, "I'm never going to be Batman. But if I'm going to be a symbol, and I know I want to be a symbol, I'm Nightwing." And Bruce is like, "Hey, that's great. So like... this is totally optional... but the league is putting together a kind of junior team. It's gonna be run a lot more cleanly that the first iteration of the Titans, but we can't be babysitting them the whole time... what do you say." And honestly being a mentor has like... really grown on Dick, so he's like, "yeah totally." And Hal fucking Jordan cuts in like, "Great! You'll be co-leading with Kory!" and Dick's like "What."

>Oh my god working as co-leaders is so fucking awkward. Like basically each sees the other like, "Oh fuck. They've gotten so much hotter and they seem so much more mature and together and I've just been a hot mess for the past three years." But then they start catching up more and more, and they start talking about their adventures, and god, they are such good co-mentors to the new Titans. They become really good friends and that whole guardedness about not wanting to hurt each other actually lets them develop a really deep and respectful non-romantic relationship. But also there's still that "Oh no they're hot" tension going on.

>To their credit it takes about like... a year and a half for them to finally hook up again, and then shit gets gross. They're just making out all the time, having cutesy little inside jokes during briefings, walking around the tower with shit-eating grins, it's unbearable. But also good for them. They are absolutely the team Mom and Dad and their shit is together.

>Eventually they get married and have Mar'i and they keep showing goddamn baby pictures to the league and the Titans when no one asked. The End. :)

[charmixpower]

Flora/Mirta post-S1 headcanons, please

Mirta is still at cloud tower, because FUCK making her a fairy

Potion making is more of a witch thing than a fairy thing, so Mirta helps Flora with potion making in their free time

*brings Flora water enchanted with the power of the moon even tho Stella is right there*

Mirta tries her best to help Flora older sister Aisha when Aisha first crash lands into Alfea

Mirta helps Flora achieve her Charmix (idk how yet, but self work some times requires outside support ya know?)

Mirta also helps Flora train her healing powers (healing potions and spells are different in make but are similar magically)

There is much visiting eachother's dorm to leave gifts while other is in class. It's cute!!

Flora and Mirta dancing at Musa's concert 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

"ughh Mitzi's friends are lame" *face times her girlfriend*

During Twinning Witches: "LISTEN MOTHER FUCKERS MY GIRLFRIEND IS COMING OVER, WE CAN'T LET HER KNOW WE S I T"

"hi Mrs.Griffin, I will be paired up with Flora. No, I am not asking."

"IF ANY SAYS SHIT TO MY GIRLFRIEND IM GOING TO ATTACK YOU WITH MY TEETH"

Mirta gets to go on "vacation" with the girls! Mirta is scared of centipedes and anything else that's crawly

Flora: omg look at this cute bug

Mira, sobbing: s-s-so am-amazing ba-babe

Mirta escapes cloud tower when it gets taken over by the Trix just barely (she had a teleportation spell ready, and Riven panicky informed her they were they...he was going to jump off something again :(( someone give him a hug), Flora and Mirta kiss before Mirta explains

There is much cuddling after Flora very traumatically gains her Enchantix

Flora is damn near inconsolable after Tecna dies. Mirta tries her best. Flora is like permanently being held by Mirta

Ok but imagine if that stupid pixie episode is a story Mirta is telling Miele????

Flora has to give up her family of she went to the Golden kingdom test. She's see Mirta, Miele, and her parents

Flora: we're going dancing :) do want to come

Mirta, a little introvert: ....sure?

Instant regret

Flora: *screaming incoherently at Diana*

Mirta: THATS MY FUCKING GIRLFRIEND BITCHESSSS

[kiyosamu]

HQ boys when they have too much to drink

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

———♡———

Atsumu Miya

• take his typical personality and turn up the volume to 100. this man is LOUD. his laugh obnoxiously booms around the entire place, he’s straight up yelling as he talks (he doesn’t realize it though), and he’s such a flirt.

• there is a tipping point though, that one drink that pushes him over the edge of no return. he goes from happy, loud tsumu to an absolute baby. this massive hunk of a professional athlete will cry, and he’ll cry hard.

———♡———

osamu offered to treat the msby boys to a dinner and drinks after another excellent win, of course they accepted with pure gratitude and excitement (they all loved osamu’s food).

although it was at his house and not his restaurant, the food was just as good; if not better. you all thanked him for the meal and sat around his large table chatting and drinking.

“cheers, boys!” atsumu exclaimed, leaning over the table to clink glasses with everyone, downing his beer immediately after.

“not just boys here, ‘tsumu, you forget about y/n already?” osamu smirked.

atsumu gasped, leaning down and squeezing you around your shoulders. you laughed as he practically pushed all of the air out of your lungs.

“forget her?! i was going to do a toast for ONLY her. just had to get ya scrubs outta the way first” he teased, sticking out his tongue at the group.

you smiled, shaking your head. “it’s fine, atsumu, there’s no need for tha-”

surprisingly, you were interrupted by osamu.

“cheers to y/n, for makin’ my brother happier than i’ve ever seen ‘em.” he looked down at you, smiling. “never thought he’d find anyone, ‘specially a stunner like yourself~ happy to have you in our family and to have you as a future sister in law.”

you almost teared up at his words, not expecting osamu to say something so sweet. you were about to speak again but were interrupted by the rest of the boys, standing up and clinking their glasses again.

“cheers to y/n!”

they all knocked their drinks back and you covered your face in your hands. you really were thankful for these boys, they’d come into your life and you never wanted them out of it.

“alright stop flirtin’ with my woman” atsumu grinned, pulling you up to your feet. he pulled with enough force that you practically crashed against his chest. your forearms rested against him and you looked up at the blonde towering over you.

“heh” he smirked, “fancy meetin’ ya here, pretty girl”

you rolled your eyes, pushing off of him, and excused yourself to the bathroom.

when you got back, you heard osamu cursing in the kitchen. you peeked in to see what was wrong.

“you okay, samu?”

“huh?” he peered up over the refrigerator door, “oh, yeah, i’m good. thought we had more beer but i forgot it at the restaurant. these boys knock ‘em back quick.”

“want me to go pick some up?”

“ah, would ya?

“sure” you smiled, heading into the living room where the other boys were.

atsumu pulled you into his lap, immediately giving you a big wet kiss on your cheek.

“ah, atsumu, ew!” you giggled as you wiped your face. he hummed in complete bliss as he buried his face in your hair. you could feel how warm he was, and could tell he was already pretty drunk.

“i’m gonna go to the store quick, you guys want anything other than beer?”

bokuto’s eyes widened at the possibilities. he turned towards the kitchen, and back to you.

“y/n... psst...” he whispered and motioned for you to get closer. you went over to him, kneeling down as he was sitting on the floor.

“can you get me a cheeseburger?” he flashed a classic bokuto smile and you playfully nudged him.

“hey! i heard that!” osamu said as he charged into the living room. “there’s leftovers still, you insatiable beast, eat those. don’t ya dare insult me like that.”

he threw a pillow at bokuto and went back into the kitchen, coming out again with a mixed drink in his hand.

“whatcha drinkin?” atsumu asked, looking at his brother.

“doesn’t concern ya, the last thing you need is hard alcohol.” he motioned for you to catch something, tossing you his wallet. “thanks for going, y/n!”

you told the boys you’d be back quickly, but that turned into almost an hour. the first store you went to was closed, and the second was 20 minutes away.

as you were paying, you looked down at the wallet and card osamu had given you.

it was atsumu’s credit card, not osamu’s. you couldn’t help but laugh. not like atsumu would mind (or even notice), but it was the little things the twins do that always cracked you up.

you were having a great night. however, the house you left earlier and just came back to were severely different in a few ways.

the first thing you noticed was the music you could hear from outside. not unlike them to put some on while hanging out, but it was pretty loud.

the second thing you noticed was hinata running full speed in front of you (practically knocking you over) and slamming the bathroom door.

the third was the loud slam of glasses on the kitchen counter. you peeked in to see atsumu, bokuto, and sakusa all standing over a half drank bottle of tequila.

“poor shoyo” atsumu cooed. “prolly gettin’ sick all over samu’s bathroom.”

“not like he didn’t warn you,” sakusa said casually. “you two practically forced him to.”

you sighed, setting the beer on the table and the boys turned their attention to you.

“my baby!” atsumu sprinted towards you, throwing you into his arms and squeezing you. you tapped on his shoulder for him to let you down. he gave you a kiss, the smell and taste of alcohol much stronger than a beer overtaking your lips.

“you smell like a bar, ‘tsumu, how much have you had to drink?”

“only a couple beers, and one shot, don’t worry babe~” he said between the many kisses he was covering your cheeks with. you didn’t believe him considering he was already slurring his words.

“bullshit, ya filthy liar” osamu glared at him as he walked into the kitchen. “i had one drink from that bottle and now it’s halfway gone, i leave for 20 minutes to make a phone call and you savages drink my liquor too?”

bokuto and sakusa silently left the kitchen, grabbing the beer on the table before heading into the other room.

“why, do ya gotta lie, ‘saaamu?” atsumu put you down, walking over to his brother and scrunching his nose at him.

“oh, yer done. i’d know that stupid look anywhere.” osamu peered around atsumu’s shoulders to look at you. “he’s wasted, y/n, if ya wanna keep your sanity you can just leave him here for the night.”

you shook your head. “it’s okay, osamu, i don’t mind. plus everyone’s still here. we can still hang out.”

osamu shrugged. “don’t say i didn’t warn ya, but the offer still stands.”

atsumu glared at his brother, shoving him a little harder than playfully.

“stop flirtin’ with my woman”

“ah fucks sake.” osamu rolled his eyes, giving atsumu the middle finger. “don’t ya dare get like this tonight, atsumu. yer gonna embarrass yourself in front of your girlfriend AND friends.”

you quickly grabbed atsumu’s hand, leading him back over to you to distract him. osamu scoffed and went back into the living room.

“surprise surprise, osamu ran away again” he growled. “like usual.”

you touched his cheek, looking at him thoughtfully.

“what’s wrong, baby? you okay?”

the unprovoked anger he had in his eyes vanished, he turned into complete mush when he looked at you. he nodded, his eyes watering now.

“oh, ‘tsumu...” you said quietly, leading him into osamu’s spare bedroom and shutting the door.

you guided him to the edge of the bed for him to sit down.

atsumu reached out for you and you sat on his lap. he rested his forehead on your shoulder.

you were sitting on him sideways and leaned into his chest. he wrapped his arms around your waist. as you were about to say something, you could hear his breaths become uneven.

“tsumu?”

atsumu shook his head, not looking up at you.

“hey...” you said softly, cupping his cheeks in your hands. you could feel the tears on his warm skin.

you tilted his head up. his eyes were red and it broke your heart seeing him upset like this, fueled by alcohol or not.

you pushed his messy hair out of his face, kissing his forehead. “what is it, baby?”

“it’s just, ugh-” he sniffled, “samu... pisses me off...”

“he’s just looking out for you, babe.”

“nah not that. just always leavin’ me, walkin’ away, past few years that’s all he’s good for.” he rubbed his eyes, leaning back into your shoulder.

“s’pathetic, i know, me sitting here cryin’ on ya like a total scrub”

you shook your head, ignoring the last part. “it’s not pathetic. you miss him?”

“i- ‘course i do! i mean, i’d never tell ‘em that...” he grumbled.

you nodded. “well let’s make more of an effort to spend time with him. i’m sure he’d really like that.”

your mind drifted to a previous conversation you’d had with osamu that he made you promise not to tell his twin. he’d pretty much said the same thing, but a little less emotional.

the boys did still see each other often, you were pretty sure they talked almost every day, but they went from spending almost every waking moment together to only seeing each other once a week, at most, at this point. they were both just so busy.

atsumu was always vocal about how he wished osamu had pursued volleyball with him, but he was still happy his brother found his own passion. he just wished that passion was the same as his.

when you first met their mom, she’d told you about how their bond was different from regular siblings- twins were a bit more attached to each other. she laughed, saying sometimes she was convinced they shared a brain. “they’re a package deal.”

“okay...” atsumu said, his face still in your shoulder. “ya can’t tell him i was cryin’ though. just say hanging out is your idea.”

you laughed, running your fingers back through his hair and stopping to give soothing scratches to the short hair of his undercut. “sure, baby.”

atsumu squeezed you tight and gave your butt a little pat, which told you he was ready to get up.

“you okay now? ready to go back out there?”

he nodded. you took a good look at him, his eyes a little puffy and cheeks flushed, but it wasn’t as obvious, he could easily blame the alcohol.

he tilted your head up towards him, giving you a kiss. his hand pressed against the back of your neck, the other snaking around your lower back. you stood on your tiptoes and rested your hands along his jawline.

“mmf-“ atsumu exhaled, tightening his grip on you and kissing you more. “on second thought” he said in between kisses, “think i wanna go home with ya, spend some quality time with my baby, yeah?”

you giggled as he trailed kisses along your cheek and down your neck, unable to hide your excitement. it was funny to think how this massive flirt was just crying into you only a couple minutes ago.

the award for biggest mood swings would definitely go to your boyfriend.

“hmmmm?” he hummed into you, his lips finding yours again.

you nodded. “fine, but only because you’re so handsome and i just can’t resist you.” you teased.

he smirked. “not sure if yer teasin’ or being serious, but i’ll take it. c’mon.” he grabbed your hand, both of you heading into the living room to say your quick goodbyes before heading home together

[avengerscompound]

The Tower: Happily Ever After - 33

The Tower: Happily Ever After An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist | Character Reference PREVIOUS //

Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2038

Warnings:  mentions of sex, mentions of pregnancy

Synopsis: Almost 40 years after Elise Cooper first crashed into Natasha Romanoff outside the library at Columbia University, she and the Avengers are adapting to a near-immortal life together with their large brood of children.  Yet things aren’t perfect.  Life is moving on without them and they’re starting to discover who isolating being immortal can be.  When Angela comes and asks Thor to take the throne of Asgard once more, the group leaves Earth in the hopes that they will find their Happily Ever After there.

Chapter 33: Solids

It was rare since coming to Asgard that all of us just had the day off together.  Thor was always needed for something and on the few occasions where he allowed himself a day to recharge either Sam or Steve took his place on the throne.  On top of that with the kids and classes and our hobbies, our days were usually spent in pairs or small groups rather than all ten of us together.

Today we had all decided to take the day together.  We were going to try the twins on solids for the first time and everyone want to be there to see it.  The babies however seemed to be in no rush to try lunch.  They had fallen asleep on Bruce in the midmorning and hadn’t stirred for hours.

The rest of us seemed to be taking our lead from them.  Bruce was stretched out on the deepest couch with his head in my lap.  The babies were stretched out on their tummies and the vulparev curled into their sides.  I was curled up against Sam as I languidly played with Bruce’s hair, and Wanda was curled up on Sam’s other side with her head on his shoulder.  Clint was sitting on a sofa chair braiding Natasha’s hair as she sat cross-legged on the ground in front of him studying a book written in runes.  Every once in a while she’d show it to Clint and he'd tell her what it said.  Bucky and Steve were squeezed into the other sofa chair.  Bucky had fallen asleep tucked into Steve’s side as Steve read Return of the King.  Tony was sitting with his legs over Thor’s lap tapping away on the tablet as Thor watched over his shoulder.

It was the kind of contented laziness that they had never allowed themselves back when I met them, and yet they all seemed perfectly at home with it - though I wasn’t sure how much longer Tony was going to last.

Our peace-and-quiet was interrupted by Edwin, Rory, and Lyra bursting in, followed by the guard who looked around apologetically.  Bucky startled awake and Steve caught his arm as he swung it out wildly and nearly hit Steve in the face.  “I’m sorry, your majesty,” the guard said.

“It’s fine,” Thor said.  “My family is always welcome.”

He bowed and backed out of the room and Thor laughed and shook his head.  “However, I would have thought you’d have learned to knock, son.”

“Gross, dad,” Eddie said.  “We need to talk to you.  And mom, and daj.  In private.”

“I’m gonna lose my snuggle bunnies?” Sam pouted.

“Oh my god, dad,” Eddie said, smothering a laugh.

Bruce lifted his head to let me out and as soon as I was free he let it fall back down on Sam’s thigh.

“What’s going on?” Natasha asked, looking at Edwin suspiciously.

“None of your business,” Edwin snarked.

“You’re not too big to take over my knee, kid,” Natasha warned.

“See that’s weird,” Eddie teased.  “Because I’m pretty sure you’ve never spanked any of us.”

“Well, not the kids,” Clint said.

“Dad!” Eddie yelped, covering his ears.  “What the fuck?”

“And that, son, is your punishment for snarking at your ma,” Clint laughed.

Edwin groaned and rolled his eyes, grabbing Thor by the hand and dragging him into our bedroom as Rory, Lyra, Wanda, and I followed.

“Did you see the healers?” I asked.

“You’re going to be here for six months!” Wanda squeaked.

“Wanda, you need to let the rest of us catch up,” I giggled, taking her hand.

“I love how affectionate you all are,” Lyra said.  “My parents can barely even occupy the same room.”

“Mine are happily married, but so English you’d never be able to tell,” Rory added.

“Yeah, we saw the healers,” Edwin said.  “They said everything seems normal and healthy.”

“I could have told you that, son,” Thor said.  “With my blessing, you will have no complications.”

“I know, dad, but it’s good to have a healer confirm it,” Edwin said.

“They also gave me something for my morning sickness.  It works so well,” Lyra said.

“It’s good for hangovers too,” I said.  “So what did they say?”

“They said they have provided care for all of you during pregnancy at different stages, and that with the blessing from dad we will have no worries about having a healthy pregnancy and healthy baby.  But they did say after what happened with the twins they have some concerns about delivery.  That maybe Midgardians are more fragile than they are prepared for,” Edwin explained.

“That’s what I was worried about too,” I said.  “I mean, I don’t think what happened with me was something that wouldn’t have happened on Earth.  Aside from Riley and Pietro who I had a planned C-Section with, I had delivery complications every time.  You went into distress while I was in labor with you.”

“Yeah, we were just a little worried about that too.  So,” Eddie said.  “We did a video conference with an OBGyn in New York.  They said that if we are happy with the care here for the first six months they can do video checkups with us once a month and then take over fully.  We’ll go back and have the baby on Earth.”

“That sounds like a really smart idea,” I said.

“And that way mom and dad can come and meet the babies,” Lyra said.  “It would be harder for them to do that here.”

Thor nodded.  “We of course would always welcome your family if they decided to visit.  However, I do know that it feels harder given it’s another planet.”

“You’ll come down to Earth though, right?”  Eddie said.  “When they’re born.”

“Of course, honey,” Wanda said, hugging him. “You couldn’t keep us away.”

“Do you know if you’ll be moving here for good?” I asked, maybe a little too hopefully.

“It’s been two weeks, mom,” Edwin said.  “Give them a chance to decide if they like it that much.”

“I want to say that regardless of everything else we will eventually move here,” Rory said, putting his arm around Edwin’s waist.  “We love Eddie, and we get the whole aging thing is an issue.  I don’t know… I like the idea of bonding so we don’t end up leaving him, but there’s a lot of things to consider.  It’s not like anything we’ve done has gone according to any life plans.  I mean we met…”

“Rory!” Lyra yelped and punched him in the arm.

He laughed.  “Oh yes.  Of course.”

I looked at Wanda.  ‘What was it… no don’t tell me.  Wait… yes… tell… no, don’t…’ I sent.

“Mom, stop trying to get Daj to tell you how we met,” Edwin scolded.  “Some things are better not known.”

“That just makes me want to know more,” Thor laughed.

“Anyway…” Edwin said.  “So that’s that.  We’ll be here for six months like we said the whole time.”

“I’m so excited,” Wanda said.  “I’m so happy for you all.  You’re going to be parents.  You’ll love it when they start kicking.”

“We’re really excited,” Lyra said, taking Rory’s hand.  “It’s great seeing you all doing the polyamorous parents thing so well.  It really helps.”

I smiled and Wanda squeezed my hand.  It was nice to be validated like that.  It didn’t happen a lot, especially from people from Earth.  Things had changed a lot since we first came out, but polyamory was still uncommon, and especially in numbers over three.

“You should tell the rest of your parents,” Wanda said.  “I know it’s early but your dad has blessed you. It’s going to be safe and they’re just going to ask us over and over and over what you wanted.  I know I can keep a secret but your dad…”

“Hey!” Thor argued.  “I can keep a secret.”

Edwin looked at Rory and Lyra.  “Give us a minute to talk about it, okay?”

“Sounds good,” I agreed.  “Take your time.  We’re going to try giving your sister and brother solids when they wake up.”

“Oh, that’s so exciting!” Lyra said.  “Can we stay for that too?”

“Of course,” I said.  “But talk first.”

We headed back out to the others.  The babies had woken in the time we were gone and Bucky and Steve were changing them.  “Nice timing,” Natasha said.  “What did they want?”

“Nothing,” I said. “Normal stuff.  Is someone making the porridge?”

“We asked for it to be sent in,” Sam said as he and Bruce moved the highchairs over and the vulparev scampered around between their feet.

“It’s funny how excited we are about this.  Like we haven’t done it eight times before,” I said.

“No, we haven’t,” Steve said.  “Thour and Nova have never had solid food.  We’ve given other babies of ours solid food.  But this is the first time for them.”

“You old sap,” Tony teased.  “So sentimental.”

“Yes, Steve is an old cornball,” Natasha said.  “What did they want?”

“Nothing, my love,” Thor said.  “There’s nothing to worry about.”

There was a knock at the door and a handmaid came in holding a tray with two small bowls of smooth porridge and two small sippy cups of water. “Your majesties,” she said, bowing and putting it on the table.

“Thank you,” Thor replied.  “You are free to leave us.”

“Ready for lunch?” Bucky asked, picking up Nova.  “You wanna try porridge?  It’s so good.”

Steve and Bucky put the babies into their chairs and put on their bibs.

“Who’s getting to do this?” Clint asked.

“Should have drawn straws,” Sam said.

“I’ll tell you what,” I suggested.  “I always feed them, so how about I think of a number between one and a hundred and the two closest can go first.”

“Well I guess Wanda’s going first,” Tony snarked.

I broke down into giggles and it wasn’t long until Clint, Wanda, and Bruce were all giggling too.

“FRIDAY, randomly generate two of our names, please,” Tony said, shaking his head.

“Sam and Natasha,” FRIDAY replied.

“Thank you, dear,” Tony said as Natasha and Sam took up positions near the babies in their chairs.

As they both scooped porridge onto small spoons, Edwin, Rory, and Lyra came back in.  “Oh, it’s happening!” Lyra said, coming over.  “Are you two going to have some yummy baby food?”

Nova started babbling and banged his hands on the tray.  “Oh my, little one,” Natasha said.  “You’re so excited.  Here you go.”

She held the spoon to his lips and when Nova opened his mouth she pushed it in.  He looked shocked for a moment and spat some out.  But a moment later he started opening and closing his mouth like a fish and reaching for the spoon.  “Oh, you liked that, huh?”  Lyra said.  “Was it so yummy?”

“Did you want to try?” Natasha asked, offering her the spoon.

“Thank you,” she said.  “I’d love to.”

Both Sam and Lyra offered food to the twins.  Nova excitedly took another spoon while Thour seemed to be fighting opening her mouth to try any.

“So, what’s the big secret?” Natasha asked.

“So smooth, ma,” Eddie said.  “Did you think we’d just accidentally tell you?”

“Is it weird that your kids aren’t scared of you, Nat?” Tony teased.

“They might not be, but you are.  So zip it,” Natasha warned.

“I’m sure they’ll tell us if it’s important,” Bruce reasoned.  “You need to just accept that you can’t be in on every secret.”

“Yeah, ma.  We’ll tell you when we’re ready,” Edwin teased.  “Which is now.  Lyra is pregnant.  We’re gonna have a baby.”

There was a moment where everyone froze and looked at them trying to figure out if they were kidding or not.  When it sunk in what they were saying, Bucky broke first getting up and hugging Edwin.  “Congratulations, kiddo.”

Everyone else broke too, hugging and shaking hands and offering their congratulations to the trio.  I joined in too.  Despite already knowing the news, seeing everyone so happy to be grandparents again - even as our own infant children tried their first solid food - was exciting.  We were an odd family, but I was happy every day to be part of it.

// NEXT

[themidnightcrimson]

I don't exactly remember what happened but I remember saying to Wanda, "Shut up and fuck me." We were fighting about something. I think in every dream I have of her she's always mad at me 😩

You know that stare she did when America punched her? That's her reaction and went on absolute feral. I woke up suddenly after she slammed me on the door and I clenched my thighs so hard. and maybe grinded a little bit on my poor pillow 😩

so you just go to sleep every night and have dreams of wanda every single fucking night? how does it feel being gods favorite.

no but that scene with america is so hot, it made my ovaries crash and burn like the twin towers 😩

[bumblesimagines]

Green Thumb

Part 4

Request: Yes or No

TW: Drug mention, needle mention, overdose mention

I'm still unsure on the twins ages in age of ultron since one source says 16 and the other says 26 lmao. Imma just say the twins are 17 or 18.

~

You stared down at the city below with a frown. You knew Clint wouldn't rest until Natasha was found. Everything had happened so quickly and even if you had tried to catch her with a root, you would've been pulled along. A sigh left you as you sat down at your desk. Your room in the tower felt like a cell. Gray walls, white bed, white desk. The only real color in the room came from the line of potted flowers on the desk. You felt your stomach grumble, standing up and leaving the room. You headed to the kitchen, getting a granola bar. You opened it, taking a bite from it. You almost choked, hearing crashing and arguing. You swallowed the bits of granola as you followed the noises to the laboratory. You headed up the stairs, dodging a flying Steve.

"What the fuck?" You turned your head, seeing the Maximoff twins. "What the fuck?" You repeated, watching them in bewilderment. Another one left you when Thor crashed through a window, raising his hammer and letting the electricity power the cradle. Nothing happened for a moment before the cradle burst open, causing Thor to fly back.

"I should've stayed with Laura." You whispered, staring at the red man that emerged from the cradle. He slowly stood, looking between everyone. His gaze settled on Thor, lunging for him but Thor grabbed him and threw him to the side, causing another crash.

"(Y/N), stay close." Clint called, eyeing the twins. You quickly walked over to him, hearing the crunching of glass beneth your shoes. While Thor and Steve took the dramatic way, you chose to use the door and head to the room Vision was in. Thor raised his hand, stopping Steve from attacked. The man stared out into the city, staying silent and motionless. Thor set down his hammer as the man landed on the door, apologizing to Thor and mimicking his cape.

"Thor, you helped create this?"

"I've had a vision. A whirlpool that sucks in all forms of life and at its center is that." Thor explained, pointing at the crystal in the mans forehead.

"What, the gem?" Bruce asked, watching Thor look at him.

"The mind stone." He corrected. "It's one of the six infinity stones. The greatest power in the universe with destructive abilities." Thor explained as he faced everyone.

"It looks like a citrine." You muttered, continuing to unwrap the rest of your granola bar, swiping away the crumbs that fell on the floor with your foot.

"A what?" Clint asked softly. You glanced at him.

"It's a type of gemstone. It's supposed to motivate you to take action." You shrugged lightly. Gemstones were pretty interesting to study, even more so when they had so called 'destructive abilities.'

"Stark's right."

"Oh, it's definitely the end." Bruce said quietly.

"Why does your vision sound like J.A.R.V.I.S?" Steve asked as he watched the man walk forward. Tony explained why, still in awe and surprise. The man looked at Steve.

"You think I'm a child of Ultron?" Though it sounded like a question, it was obvious it was a statement.

"You're not?"

"I'm not Ultron." The man replied softly, almost confused. "And.. I'm not J.A.R.V.I.S either."

"I looked in your head and saw annihilation." Wanda said, stepping forward as she glared at him. Clint scoffed softly, walking towards everyone. You followed, tossing the wrapper into the trashcan.

"Look again."

"Your approval seems jack to me." Clint said, gaze staying locked on the twins. Wanda's gaze went to Clint before going to you. You maintained brief eye contact. It wasn't everyday you met another meta.

"Her powers, the horrors in our heads, Ultrons powers.. They all came from the mind stone. Nothing compares to what it can unleash." Thor revealed. "And with it on our side-"

"Is it?" Steve interrupted, looking at the man again.

"Are you? On our side?"

"I don't think it's that simple." He replied softly.

"Sounds pretty simple. Death or life for humanity." You said, shrugging. He looked at you, giving a small nod before looking at the others.

"Then.. I'm on the side of life. Ultron isn't." He took small steps forward, not wanting to agitate anyone.

"What's he waiting for?"

"You." The man stared at Tony. You were already coming up with names for him. Tony Jr was the one sticking.

"Sokavia's our best bet." Tony said.

"Nat's there too." Clint told them, looking at Bruce when he approached the man.

"If we're wrong about you..." Bruce started softly. His threats were always amusing until he turned green. He stared at Tony Jr, letting it up to his imagination, if he had that.

"I don't want to kill Ultron." Tony Jr walked around Bruce, continuing past everyone.

"He's weak.. And in pain but that pain will roll over the Earth, so he must be destroyed. Every forms he's built, every sense of his presence on the net. We have to act now and not one of us can do it without the other." Tony Jr turned, facing them. He looked down at his hands.

"Maybe I am a monster. I don't know if I will become one.. I'm not what you are. I'm not what you intended. So there may be no way for you to trust me but we need to go." Tony Jr finished his speech, picking up Thors hammer and handing it to him. The room stayed silent as everyone took it in. Thor took his hammer, clearing his throat and nodding.

"Alright." He gave a small smile, walking away. You sighed, turning around and walking towards the bar.

"Don't even think about it." Clint called as he walked past you. You huffed, watching him go.

"Seriously?" You rolled your eyes, looking over your shoulder at the twins. They walked away in amusement, following Steve's directions to the lockers. You walked to your room, putting on the outfit Clint had designed for you. You looked at a picture of you and Clint, smiling softly. You left the room, walking down the hall. You noticed Thor and Tony Jr talking outside, arms crossing as you approached the glass. You stared at the two, gaze locking onto the reflection of the twins. You turned to face them, seeing Wanda pause and stay in her spot.

"Sorry about choking you." You spoke first, looking between them. Wanda gave a small nod, hand gently gripping her arm.

"Did you get experimented on like us?" Pietro asked, head tilting. Some white strands fell over his face. You shook your head, biting your bottom lip as you thought on how to explain it.

"From what Bruce told me, my mother had drugs in her system during labor. It was an unknown drug that they still haven't identified but Bruce says that it might've given me some freak cell mutation that gave me these powerd. It's weird. Clint said it took a long time to even find any information on my family. I don't know if it's true or something that they told me to make me feel better about being orphaned." The twins gaze softened, glancing at each other. Wanda licked her lips, glancing at the ground.

"When were you orphaned?" She asked softly.

"When I was a baby. My mom died in labor and my dad had been found dead with a needle in his arm a day later. I was put into an orphanage cause my parents were seen as a Jane Doe and John Doe. Again, it's weird." You told them, shrugging lightly. Pietro took in a soft breath, gaze becoming distant.

"We're orphans too. I'm sure you already know what happened by now but.. A bomb killed them." Pietro said softly. He took in a deeper breath, giving a small smile to lighten the mood.

"I suppose that's another thing we have in common." He pointed out with a small shrug. You nodded, smiling softly. It was nice to be around people your age who understood you. Even Wanda seemed relaxed and more comfortable.

"(Y/N), what'd I say?" You looked up upon hearing Clint's voice.

"You were the one who left me alone to change." You reminded him with a soft huff, going around the twins and approaching him. Clint shot you a pointed look, glancing at the twins. You understood why he was distrustful of them.

"Clint, they're like me." You said quietly as you walked with him to the aircraft.

"You're not like them."

"Yes, I am. They're metas and around my age. Weren't you the one who said I had to work on my people skills?" You cocked a brow as you stared at him. Clint stayed silent, giving you the answer.

"They were fighting for their country after it was attacked. They have all the right to be distrustful-"

"After one conversation, you can tell apart the difference between good guys and bad guys?"

"I don't know, Clint, you tell me. You were the one who chose to take in a kid who almost choked your best friend to death and attempted to impale Americas biggest playboy with a fucking branch." You hissed lowly, frowning and looking forward.

"You were, and still are, a kid." Clint said, voice becoming hard and stricter.

"Oh, well, fuck me, I didn't realize the twins were in their eighties."

"Quit giving me attitude, (Y/N). I want to protect you. You don't know if they're gonna stab us in the back when we least expect it. If we destroy Ultron and they stay on our side, you can play dolls with them." Clint said, approaching the aircraft.

"Whatever." You entered the aircraft, taking a seat. The others entered not long after. The twins sat down beside you as Clint headed to the front.

"We didn't get you in trouble, did we?" Wanda asked quietly, glancing over at Clint. You shook your head, toying with the roots in order to relax.

"No, just.. Strict dad drama." You muttered. Wanda tilted her head, making eye contact with Pietro before it clicked.

"Oh.. He adopted you? That's nice." Wanda gave a small smile. "Maybe the Avengers aren't so heartless."

"We aren't." You assured, looking between her and Pietro. "It'll take a while but.. We can all grow to trust each other."

"I hope so." Pietro breathed out, hands going to the belt as the aircraft lifted up. You chuckled at the nervous look on his face.

[mosswillow]

Synonyms - Dark!Loki x Reader.

Warnings: Dark! 18+ adult content. Smut, noncon/dubcon, stalking, kidnapping, vaginal fingering.

Summary - You’re average in every way, Loki doesn’t think so though.

A/N: This is the last part of the Synonyms series. All of them can be read alone or together. I think it’s a little better when read with the rest, especially since this is the ending but I honestly don’t care if you read just one or all or none, you do you.

This is not my best work but you know sometimes you just have to let stuff go. I’ll shrug it off and keep writing. This is a hobby that I do for fun, I try not to take it too seriously.

Word count: 1.4k

You’ve always been an unexceptional person, average in everything - intelligence, looks, athleticism, creativity. You’re not good or bad at anything, always doing what’s expected of you, nothing more or less. You graduated highschool and went to a state college for a four year degree, graduating middle of your class and landing an entry level office position in the city.

Now you spend your days at your boring 9-5, answering emails and going to meetings. Your co-workers are nice and your boss is tolerable. You should be happy but something inside you tells you there’s more out there, a life waiting for you outside of the monotony. You’ve spent your whole life on a straight line and want desperately to know what it feels like for it to twist, taking you somewhere unexpected.

It rains outside your window and you observe a little boy jump in puddles, the pure joy that melts off the child makes you smile. You’re not sure exactly why the boy puts this thought into your head but you make a spontaneous decision to go camping. You’ve always wanted to go camping and even though it’s something small, the impulsiveness of the decision makes you giddy.  You need to get out of this office and into nature. You need to jump in puddles and hike trails, to sit in a quiet place and sketch a river. You need something different. You send an email informing your boss that you will be taking the week off starting Monday and gather your things.

You’re in a hurry to get home, wanting to pick a campsite right away so that you can leave first thing in the morning. The elevator opens and you don’t see him standing in the lobby.

But he sees you.

“I haven’t seen you here before.” he steps in front of you, blocking your exit.

“I’ve worked here almost a year,” you say.

He paces around you, examining you in a way that makes your entire body tingle. He steps behind you, measuring his body against yours and brushes his hand over your cheek gently.

“How fortunate we ran into each other.”

You shudder, taking several steps away, ��“I should get going.”

“I’ve been looking for a very specific set of characteristics,” He takes a long stride towards you, closing the distance until there’s hardly an inch between you.

You don’t care if you’re being rude, you step away from him and book it home, locking the door as soon as it closes behind you.

You wake up early, packing your car and heading upstate. You take your time setting up your campsite and relax for a moment enjoying the quiet.

You hear something from the woods and for a few minutes you only see shadows before he saunters out of the trees.

“Why did you run off so fast yesterday?”

Your jaw drops.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

The man strolls toward you lazily.

“I came to take you.”  

You reach for your phone and he’s beside you in a second, grabbing your wrist and forcing you to drop it. He pulls you close and smells the crook of your neck and you respond by elbowing him.

“You’re a feisty one,” he coughs.

You sprint through the forest until you can’t run any longer. You’re pretty sure you lost him, You didn’t hear him behind you as you ran and don’t hear him now.  

“Boo”

He puts his hand over your mouth before you can get a scream out.

“We’ll have to work on all of this baby, it’s ok though I’ll have fun breaking you in.”

You kick and squirm but he holds you tight, dragging you back to your tent with ease. He pushes you inside and gets on top of you, holding your hands over your head.

“Who are you?” you whisper.

“How rude of me, I never introduced myself.”

He leans down and kisses your nose and cheek before claiming your mouth, pushing his tongue in with a moan. Electricity moves through his body, leaving his extremities and dispersing into you. Your mind screams no but your body betrays you. Heat radiates from your pussy and you push your thighs together trying to tame the arousal. You relax into him and he lets go of your hands, feeling down your body. He rips your shirt open and kisses down to your breasts.

“Yes, you’ll do nicely,” he purrs.

You squirm as his mouth makes its way to your pussy. He slides a finger in you as he licks and sucks. You reach down and gather his hair into your hands, pushing him closer and grinding against his mouth, coming harder than you’ve ever come. the world fades away and you’re suspended in pure ecstasy. The straight line you’ve followed your whole life has twisted into something wonderful. You open your eyes and look down at the smirking man between your thighs.

The thing about twisting lines is that they never stay going the same trajectory, they curve back again suddenly forcing you to hold on while life crashes into another lane. You’re brought back to reality when he flips you over and enters you roughly. You cry out in pain but he doesn’t slow down. He slaps your ass and pushes on your back until your chest falls down.

“I’m Loki.” He says as he comes in you.

He gets off of you and you scramble up, covering yourself in a blanket and looking at him with wide eyes. He crouches in front of you, running a finger down your cheek.

“We’re going to have so much fun.”

You blink back tears.

“I don’t understand, why me? I’m so... average.”

Loki cocks his head to the side. You try to look away and he grabs your face and squeezes until you look at him.

“There’s no such thing darling, you’re perfect in every way.”

He reaches between your legs, cupping your pussy.

You think about running but the way he looks at you tells you that he knows exactly what you’re thinking. He silently communicates to you that running away from him again will only lead to pain.

“Sleep now.” He says.

“I’m no...” you black out.

When you wake up you’re in a car, hands bound together with Loki in the driver's seat. He takes you to Stark tower and leads you through a private entrance and up to the avengers private living quarters.

“Loki, what did you do?” Tony says.

“I found one that I liked so I took her.”

Loki pushes you onto the couch and you look around at the Avengers, all of whom sit with beautiful women. They give you sad looks and you hold back tears as you realize that nobody will help you.

“Fuck!” Tony says

“I thought we were kidnapping women?”

“You weren’t supposed to just snatch one. Now there’s a whole mess to clean up.”

“Thor just took his.” Loki says

“He has a point.” Sam says.

“Thor had that whole betrothal thing.” Tony holds the bridge of his nose.

“Touche.” Loki shrugs.

You make eye contact with a woman who stands at the entrance to the room, obviously shocked. She’s not part of this, you realize, she’s here by mistake. You mouth “run” and she takes off. Loki sits next to you and kisses your neck.

“It seems we’ve been noticed, a maid I think.” Loki yawns.

“I’ll have to send someone to take her out. It’s sad, I really liked her,” Tony sighs.

The room is silent for a moment while the weight of Tony's words flow through everyone.

“I’ll take her, I want to keep her,” Bucky announces.

“Really Buck?” Steve raises his eyebrows.

“He’s always had a thing for her, he’s just too shy to act on it.” Natasha says

“Okay, go now Bucky. I guess we have two disappearances to cover now. I'll be in my office if anyone needs me.”

Tony stands up to leave and you push gently against Loki’s suffocating embrace.

You’ve always been a fan of the Avengers, so grateful to them for everything they’ve done for humanity. You want to throw up now. You look around at the room full of beautiful women, all so different from each other and realize that Loki was right, there’s no such thing as average. All your life you’ve felt the same as every other person, unremarkable and boring. As you look around at the absolutely gorgeous women you recognize that they’re you and you’re them. You didn’t do anything to get here and neither did they but here you sit. You’re not average because everyone is, and if everyone is average then no one is.

You’re different from each other in a complex and mysterious way but also mirror each other like twins.

Synonyms.

[wandsandwheezes]

Fake It | Weasley Twins | CH6

one // two // three // four // five

Warnings | 18+ SMUT, mature themes, fake relationships, secret relationships, love, sex, drama, angst, fluff, masturbation, hate sex, heartbreak, blood

Summary // Fred Weasley has been set up to publicly date Y/N, London’s best Quidditch Seeker in order to drum up some publicity. Y/N however has a different ginger man on her mind; George Weasley.

A/N // thank you to my angst goblin, Lanie @gcdric�� and my angel Zahra @starlightweasley​ for helping me get this one out bc otherwise id be STUCK

One new message

The sound of the answer machine rang through Fred’s flat, he was staring out over London and her twinkling lights. His waistcoat was loose, hanging open at his chest - tie discarded the moment he stumbled through the door. He’d pretty much flung the sliding glass door to the balcony open, letting the biter breeze whip through his hair, blowing the once still curtain so that it flew in a way that mimicked the way a superhero’s cape flows. 

The night of partying had been a wild but well needed distraction. Fred couldn’t stop the image of your kiss from playing over and over in his head, his fingers ghosted over where the absent feeling of your lips lingered, wishing you were here. 

“Freddie…” You breathed down the phone, your words slurred still as the liquor clung to your senses. 

“About what happened tonight, I don’t think it was-” His heart began to race at the simple thought, the steamy kiss was crossing his mind once again, He heard you take a moment, a pause for thought and he held his breath with you. 

“I just - we need to talk. We- I have something to tell you.” You sighed, he was praying he could just call you back, checking his watch, he knew it was too late. What If he did call, would that be so bad? 

“I’m sorry, Fred.” the sound of you putting down the phone echoed in his brain. Sorry. What could you possibly be sorry for? It could possibly be one of the best kisses of his life. He couldn’t deny the electricity that he felt from tip to toe and he knew deep down that you felt it too. So why did he feel a pang of sadness hit his chest, winding him like a dementor was sucking the soul out of his body.

Fred fell asleep that night clutching his pillow as he imagined you in its place. He wasn’t sure what made the tears roll down his cheeks, but shrugged it off as the alcohol getting to him. He was snivelling, contemplating leaving you a text. He needed you to know how he felt, that he was aching for you to be with him. He didn’t want things to just be staged anymore, there was undeniable chemistry there between you, he felt it in the way you looked at him. Surely it would be better if you were his, he could kiss and hold you all he wanted without the need for press or cameras. You could have a beautiful, normal life together. You were one of the last thoughts on his brain as he drifted off, his grip against the plush pillow only growing tighter out of desperation. 

Waking to the midday sun shining directly into his eyes wasn’t making the pounding headache rattling around in his skull any better. Fred didn’t remember anything about how or when he got home, only recalling the mellow flow of your voice reverberating around his flat. He managed to drag himself from his bed, searching every unorganised cabinet for the sight of even one lonely ibuprofen, sighing as his head fell to rest on the counter with no luck. He realised the grave mistake he had made when his head started thumping, the room spinning and his sight going hazy. Water, he needed hydration.

Two pints of water later, Fred was still feeling the sour effects of last night’s burning liquor, feeling the burn in his chest with every breath, like all the liquid was ready to come right back up at any moment. He sat himself down at the island counter as he pressed the button to replay the voicemail from last night. 

I’m Sorry.

The words wouldn’t leave him, he replayed the voicemail over and over, internalising every single word as it played through the speakers. He sat for hours, sat too long until his feet had gone numb from dangling over the seat. The Great British weather had taken its turn for the worst, a clap of thunder distracting Fred from his thoughts, not knowing how deeply the words were hitting him, until he felt a tear drop against the back of his hand. It was too much for him, realising that he needed to see you, touch you, feel you. 

I’m Sorry

His feet dragged him towards your place, he didn’t care that he’d been walking for miles or that the rain was drenching him to his very core. It was desperation that drove him to find you. It was like a sign to him that one lonely red rose grew from a bush he passed, stopping dead in his tracks before turning around to look at it. He plucked it from the bush, holding it up to his nose, breathing in the scent. Rose petals mixed with the cold drizzle and muggy air sent him over the edge. He was walking quicker now so that he could get to you, pace kicking up into a small jog, his shoes slapping against the wet pavement with each step.

One light shone dimly from the confines of your apartment. Fred stood outside, debating how he was going to approach this conversation. He loved you, wanted you to be his and he struggled in that moment to find the appropriate words to express it. You were towel drying your hair, supposedly from the rain as you came into view by the window. You looked like an angel, a pure piece of heaven on earth and his heart beat faster, beginning to move closer to the flat’s entrance. That’s when he spotted another figure coming into view from the window, face covered by the towel as you dried their hair. Whoever it was, had at least a foot on you height wise, their hands snaking around your waist to pull you tight and close to them.

Fred’s heart sunk, like it had fully fallen out of his ass, seeing you in the arms of another man made his stomach churn, his grip on the rose growing tighter as the thorns pierced his skin. He didn’t even feel the pain, just the emptiness in his chest. He watched as you pulled the towel from the figure’s face.

The messy ginger hair, round cheeks and adoring smile were obvious. Fred knew exactly who he was seeing, he was blinking so hard wishing that it was just a terrible nightmare. As George’s lips connected with yours, it was as if it rumbled Zeus himself, a bolt of lightning illuminating the dark sky. It was like watching his whole world come crashing down, watching you chase his brother’s lips desperately, the same way you had done with him last night. He couldn’t help but watch as the kiss deepened, George using his strength to pick you up, watching your legs wrap around his waist, walking out of sight. 

It was like watching a glimpse of a life he’d never have, the rose fell to the floor, petals breaking off of the stem. Blood was dripping from his hand to the floor, diluted by the rain as it splashed against the stone. Not a single car drove by your house, not one person was outside but Fred in that moment. Loneliness was the only bitter feeling left, it tasted like hell in his mouth, unable to shake the image of you and George together, only hearing two words in his head over and over like a broken record.

I’m Sorry. 

Raindrops danced along Fred’s skin, the soft pitter patter mocking him, everything reminded him of you, even in a moment of heartbreak, the glow of Christmas lights, the thunder or the distant sound of horns beeping at one another, it all reminded him of you in the most ridiculous way. His phone chimed, pulling up the messages he realised that his thoughts had overpowered the importance of the messages.

>> I miss your touch Freddie

>> I can come see you tonight

>> why aren’t you responding Fred?

>> don’t you love me?

‘Maybe this is what I need’ Fred thought, Perhaps he needed the out, the quick fuck to get the aggression out of his system. They say it’s wrong to sleep with your boss, but Cherry wasn’t his boss, she was just the publicist. The publicist you shared. If you could sleep with anyone you wanted, why should he feel guilty about it now? After all, if there was one woman who could help him forget, It would be Cheryl. 

<< sorry, doll

<< of course i love you

<< come see me x

>> I won’t be long, i’m so desperate for you, Freddie x 

It was wrong for him to say that, especially when he didn’t love cherry. Not one ounce of his body felt a connection deeper than just sex. That's all it was to him with Cherry; mindless, carefree sex. Why he kept going back to her like a lost puppy however, was still up for debate. 

Cheryl wasn't an unattractive woman, but she wasn't you. She was taller, accentuated by her constant need to wear heels, not that it mattered much to Fred when he towered above most people he met. She had long blonde hair that was always beach waved and perfectly sun-kissed skin like a Miami model. Fred didn't care too much about superficial looks, but it was undeniable that part of the reason he enjoyed Cherry so much was the way her tits, although obviously fake, would bounce in his face begging to be touched as she sank down onto him or the way her full lips looked as they wrapped around his throbbing cock. Fucking Cheryl from behind was as much fun, he had all the ass he could hold onto before him and a tight cunt that always struggled to take him. 

Reaching his home Cherry was already waiting for him. She spun around as soon as his presence behind her was felt, lips attaching to his immediately. The red lipstick she wore while unique to her, was now being transferred to the man's lips as they kissed. He wasn't disappointed to be kissing someone, it was disappointment that it wasn't you. Your kisses were heaven compared to what he was getting now, he found himself picturing you in his arms and that seemed to work. 

They wasted no time stripping each other's clothes off, Fred was aching to pound his cock into something, even if it had to be Cherry. When the girl tried to straddle him, he grabbed her hips, throwing her against the mattress, causing a giggle to erupt from her lips. "Hands and knees tonight, Doll." 

Being seethed inside Cherry felt amazing. He tried to stretch her out, push as much of himself inside as he could, but she was simply so tight. The pace he set was animalistic, fucking the girl raw against the sheets, he couldn't stand to look at her, closing his eyes and pretending it was the girl he’d been longing for. It wasn't enough, he needed more control. Fred's hand was pushing Cherry's face into the sheets, his thrusts more violent and possessive as he continued fucking her senseless. 

Back at your home, George was seethed all the way inside you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. The way you two fit together was like lock and key, a perfect size for each other. "I'm so deep inside of you princess, can you feel me in your belly?" You were nodding, grabbing his hand to press against your abdomen, his thrusts were slow and purposeful, he was trying to make you cum over and over and over again tonight and you were already waiting for number four. "Yes Georgie, right here, it feels so good when you fill me up." he hummed as he felt the tip of his cock hitting where his hand was pressed with every thrust. His precious girl. All for him. 

Fred was on the edge, skin slapping as he chased his orgasm, Not caring much for Cherry's desperate moans, no matter how good he was making her feel. He wanted her to shut up, it sounded so fake, but he was ready to release, pulling out to let his cum drip over the curve of her ass. He flopped on the bed next to her, immediately feeling her hand on his cock, stroking gently. "You're so good, Freddie, So big." 

She took him into her mouth with ease, it was the only time he could be fully inside of her. His head was back against the mattress as he pictures your soft lips replacing hers. His hand came up to stroke her hair as she continued sucking him off. Try as he might to cum again, he knew it wasn’t your hand on his cock, or your lips. It was another woman, the thought made him sick to his stomach, forcing him to sit bolt upright, pulling himself away from the naked girl on his bed.

“I can’t do this.” he grumbled, grabbing the boxers he had discarded on the floor, pulling them up. Cherry sighed, running a hand through her hair and pulling it over her shoulder, “Do you want me to stay Freddie?” she smiled, playing with the ends of hair as she watched him walk into his bathroom across the hall. “I don’t care.” he spoke plainly, the hurt in his chest hitting him once again as he slammed the door behind him. 

He could still hear the hums and moans you made against his lips. As he leant against the shut door, his hand reached down to start palming himself, feeling himself grow hard again at the thought of you. He was picturing you sprawled out on his bed, begging for him, using your mouth to get him off - He was getting close again as he imagined slamming his hips into you. Just as he reached his peak again, one thought plagued his mind, you moaning his twins name. His heart broke again as he came, sighing as he realised that he was too late. You weren’t his to have.

/// TO BE CONTINUED ///  >>>>>> Chapter Seven

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[crystalrose555]

Slap me, I dare you! pt.9

“Son of a...making me run...” Marley huffed out as she continued to rush through the halls.

She spent so much of her magic repeating her wind spell, she could feel her lungs turning to lead with each gasp of air. Cursing herself, she remembered how Solomon lectured her on pacing but she had no time to consider it as she glanced over her shoulder. The demonic herd had thinned a considerate amount but that only deepened her paranoia. Did they actually give up or were they plotting something? She didn’t have time to consider as she continued to bolt through the corridors, narrowly avoiding bystanders as she left them behind in the dust.

Unfortunately, her journey was coming to an end as the only thing at the end of the hallway was a large window. She cursed out loud as the sound of stomping boots filled her ears. As she ran towards it, her body felt heavier and heavier while her joints stiffened. She was tired but this feeling was foreign as if it was casted upon her suddenly. Taking a quick glance, her eyes widened as she saw students popping out of adjacent classrooms with their hands glowing light purple. “These fuckers are cursing me!? Over a picture!?” She shrieked out in shock and awe which quickly turned to anger and frustration.

Feeling herself slowing down, Marley pushed her muscles harder as she repeated the wind spell again in an attempt to neutralize the hexes on her. Seeing how her window of escape was literally closed, Marley pulled off her veil and wrapped her arm in it. She gritted her teeth and growled. “All right, you asked for this!” She yelled as she lunged with all her strength.

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“Dammit...which way did she go!?” Levi screamed out.

“How should I know? The mob split up in all kinds of directions!” Mammon retaliated.

“They’re probably trying to trap her, we should split up in pairs and spread out.” Satan concluded.

Asmo and Satan took one hallway while the twins zoomed down another, leaving Mammon and Levi the main corridor. The second eldest ran in spurts only stopping to glance in potential hiding spaces while the third struggled to remain standing, dripping in his hard earned sweat.

“Damn it, Levi, go pass out somewhere! You’re slowing me down!”

“Not...a...chance, need to...save...” Was all that Levi could muster out before he collapsed in the hallway.

Mammon came to a screeching halt as he double-back to his exhausted sibling. He cursed out loud as he tried to pull his out of shape brother to his feet.

“Come on, ya useless jellyfish, if you’re gonna help, then get off the damn floor!” He hissed out as Levi gave no assistance.

“I...can’t....bones...broken...lungs...shattered...”

“Ya bootless son of a b-”

“Care to finish that phrase, Mammon?”

Mammon felt his spine stiffen before it curled up inside of him. He slowly turned his head to see a towering Lucifer with his arms crossed and a darkened aura surrounding him. Mammon swallowed hard as he managed to get Levi to lean on his shoulder as he turned around to face the eldest with judging eyes.

“Lucifer, my man, I didn’t see you there~” He claimed coyly.

“Want to explain to me why Levi is obstructing the hallway with his exhausted body?” “Well, ya see-”

The distant sound of glass shattering cut Mammon’s explanation short as the three eldest instinctively looked in its direction before bolting towards the source.

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Diavolo sighed as he walked along the edge of the inner courtyard. He managed to convince Barbatos to give him a break but he couldn’t find anything fun to do which left him in a current state of boredom. Earlier he heard the sounds of students running in the hallways and wanted to join in but Lucifer gave him a strict reminder of how it would look if he was involved in such mischief. Diavolo pouted as he thought of all the fun he was missing out on. His image was important and his goals were absolute but it didn’t mean he had to be deprived of simple pleasures.

“Maybe I should message Levi, he might know where Marley is.” He muttered to himself as he pulled out his phone.

As his fingers tapped away, the sound of shattering glass caused him to misspell Marley which autocorrected to Mochi in the sudden action. He turned his head to see someone dressed in white crashing out the second story window. It took a sliver of a second but that was enough for Diavolo to drop his phone and catch them before his D.D.D. hit the ground. Shielding them from the remaining glass shards raining from above, Diavolo got a good look at them, realizing who he was holding in his arms.

“Marley!?” He yelped out as he stood tall, shaking shards of glass off his shoulders and hair.

Diavolo stared at her exhausted body dusted in glass shards as minor cuts littered her body. Marley’s chest, glistening from sweat, magic residue and glass dust, heaved up and down as her eyes fluttered with each inhale. She lifted her arm, covered in a white cloth with splotches of red, and grabbed Diavolo’s tie. From there, she pulled him closer to her so that he could hear her soft fading voice.

“Diavolo...” She whispered.

“You need to save your strength, Marley!” He frantically claimed.

“...listen...”

“W-What is it?”

“...I’m not paying for that fucking window...” And with that, Marley flopped unconscious in the prince’s arms with a groan, leaving him feeling a multitude of emotions, none of which were boredom.

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“You idiot! What was that?” “Hey don’t blame me! I casted my hex perfectly!”

“Then how did she launch herself out the window!?”

The ambushing student body argued amongst themselves, failing to realize that their quarry had landed in the arms of their prince. “Great, now we’ve lost her. I skipped class for nothing.” One sighed out with a handful of students agreeing with them.

“Send out a text, maybe one of the other groups got her.”

Nodding in agreement, the students pulled out their D.D.D.s and began tapping away on their screens, looking for any mention of the mystery woman. However, one of them stopped suddenly as a cold chill crawled up their spine.

“H-Hey, does anyone else feel a chill?” They whimpered out.

Slowly, one by one, the students turned their gazes to a smiling Lucifer whose wings spread out ominously, his horns casting a large shadow as the light behind him fought for control of the darkness radiating from him. Seeing the angered eldest brother, a few of the students backed away in fear and instinct, only to be shocked by the purple electric barrier behind them.

“We wouldn’t want anyone else going out the window, now do we?” Lucifer cooed with a sadistic gleam in his eyes.

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“There we go, that is the last of the glass, my lord.” Barbatos claimed as he placed his tweezers to the side.

“Thank you, Barbatos, I wasn’t sure I could get all of it myself.” Diavolo chuckled out as his eyes trailed to Marley who laid upon his lounge couch.

There she was, covered in bandages, sleeping and snoring without a care. Her legs spread out with one hanging off the edge, leaving little to no modesty for the crowned prince and his butler.

“She must be exhausted, I don’t think there’s anything that could wake her up.” Diavolo mentioned.

“Considering the amount of hexes and spells casted upon her, I’m not surprised.” Barbatos answered as he stood up and dust himself off.

Just then, a knock rattled Diavolo’s office door which opened to reveal a calm Lucifer.

“Lord Diavolo, it’s time for the assembly in the Colosseum.” He claimed.

Diavolo’s expression soured slightly.

“Do I have to be there? Surely, you can handle it, Lucifer.” “I’d rather not, I’m going to be busy disciplining the hex majors involved with the incident. And you must address the entire student body so that this doesn’t happen again. I would prefer if we don’t have a reason for Marley to launch herself out another window.”

Lucifer’s eye was drawn to the couch as Marley gave a small snort before turning away from the demons. The eldest just sighed but he wasn’t sure if it was from relief or frustration. Either way, he would have to figure out an appropriate punishment for the runaway seal, especially after all the ruckus she made in the public eye again. Diavolo, on the other hand, glanced at the sleeping woman before giving a sigh. “You’re right. Barbatos, will you prepare for my arrival in the Colosseum. I need a moment.” Diavolo asked as Lucifer exited the office.

Barbatos gave a bow before chuckling a bit underneath his breath, which piqued Diavolo’s interest.

“What is it?”

Barbatos gave a slight head shake with a smile.

“I can assure you that Marley will be fine in your office. I don’t see anyone else entering this room besides you and those who work directly with you.” Diavolo paused for a moment before taking off his jacket to cover Marley with it. He then turned to his butler with a wide smile that left Barbatos in a state of confusion.

“Sir?” “It’s important to show the students of RAD that I care about their well being, right?” He grinned as he rolled up his sleeves.

Barbatos just sighed.

[friggsdc]

Title: little delinquent pt ii

part i | part ii | part iii

Warnings: Female!reader (bat!sis), mostly family fluff, AU, hurt/comfort, language

word count: 4000~

It had Bruce and Dick sharing a look for a moment before the latter spoke up, “It’s not like I’m against continuing to expand the family, but…” he eyed the child you held nervously, “please don’t start bringing home every child you find…” he tilted his head, “he’s bad enough.” Bruce settled a light glare at his first son (that definitely wasn’t what Bruce was thinking), though Dick was stilled by the way your eyes narrowed at him instead.

“His name is Terrence,” that was all you said, brushing past as they were suddenly on guard at the inherited Wayne-scowl on your face.

-

a/n:  still no jaybird lmao I’m sorry, but I brought in mamabat duke, because he’s the best at being a mamabat without smothering you like your other siblings. Steph too because she’s your sweet bean partner in crime u v u)9 For my sanity, Metropolis is in Deleware across the bay from Jersey (tho Gotham is still north of Atlantic City).

-

He wasn’t certain if he should be proud or upset at how quickly you’d turned Tim against him, the two of you now working in unison, playing ‘keep away from big papa Bruce.’ No matter when he tried to approach you, something always seemed to happen or come up, and it was actually starting to get on his nerves. Worse was Damian seemed to be joining in, his rebellious nature being nurtured by the influence of both Tim and yourself.

He knew it would be difficult to deal with you and your ability to hide anything, just like you could hide yourself, but… Now he had to deal with more than just you, and Tim wasn’t going to make it any easier for him. Oh no, this was going to be a headache with you two. And Damian… He couldn’t trust that his son wouldn’t give away anything he did to you, his loyalties giving out to the growing childish nature he was developing. Bruce was again at a loss, should he be happy Damian was acting his age, or upset that he was more interested in working with the ‘opposition?.’ 

“It’s not a mission,” Damian had commented, so it was “fair game.”

He rested his head in his hands, fingers lightly massaging his temples as his elbows supported him, propping him up on the ornate desk in his study.  Fucking hell, he had to outsmart both the tech sleuth and the stealth agent of the family. Information was literally their game. Rather than giving into the growing frustration in his stomach, he stood up, now a bat on a mission as he quickly headed down to the cave. He thanked his moody bat heart that it was just two of his kids (he wasn’t certain of Damian yet, the wild card), and not… more…

The League computers would definitely come in handy right about now.

He was gonna go full fucking vigilante detective bat mode on his kids.

Again.

He groaned.

-

[bigR] Dad took off for the League, bet you can guess why.

Flipping your personal phone closed with a light snort, you refocused your attention on buckling the toddler into the hand-me-down car seat. You’d definitely have to get him a new one on your shopping trip, you just hoped Duke’s car could fit everything…

Damian was securing his sword between him and the kid before he crawled in, closing the door and putting on his safety belt. You grinned at him as he avoided your smile, looking away instead, “hurry up.” Shaking your head, you leaned in to rub your nose against Terrence’s own, his chubby fingers coming up to grab at your face, hair, clothes, ears, and earrings ohgodstop. Having cooed at him enough, and having been assaulted by his little nails, scratches now on your chin, you leaned back and out of his reach, closing the door softly.

“Are you sure it’s okay to shirk off for the day? You’re the one usually patrolling at this time…” you headed to the passenger side, “Big guy said it was fine, besides…” Duke smiled and nodded his head towards the car with a wink, “wouldn’t want to leave you alone with a bunch of kids.” It’s not like he was wrong, but you were skilled enough to handle your brother and… son… ah… that was going to get some getting used to. A smile and spread on your face with a light laugh as you climbed in, settling, and closed the door behind you, “ready to get going?” Damian glared at you before refocusing his attention on Terrence, ignoring your obviously dumb question, “Pennyworth mentioned Todd having finally gotten back before I left.”

Duke had started up the car and checked over everything before heading down the manor drive, now officially on the road. Meanwhile, you hummed happily, “guess I’ll have to go see him when we get back.” Damian made a face, “gross.” You rolled your eyes in amusement, “you knew what my reaction was gonna be.”

The two were ridiculous in how they treated each other, honestly.

“It’s still gross.”

The ride down the ocean side drive was calming, the windows lowered to let the cool ocean breeze in. Damian was back to his “poking the toddler’s nose” game, having gotten used to the sound of a baby, and no longer acting like it wasn’t his fault when he made the toddler laugh.

Meanwhile,

“So, who made you the baby-sitter?” Duke kept his eyes on the road, the ever-responsible budding adult that he was, “Bruce, actually.” He grinned at the way you looked at him, catching sight from the corner of his eye, “surprising, I know. Woulda thunk Tim’d have asked, huh?”

Nodding, you leaned back, “well, I mean, yeah. He’s been pretty upset since the other day, he won’t leave Terrence and I alone at the manor. He’s been staying over...” You might have felt bad for lying to Duke, but the truth was that you were lying to everyone but Tim at this point. Not that it was the first time you’d lied to them. You told the truth so often that they took you at your word, never catching on when you did fib, but you were pretty certain this would blow up in your face.

They’d catch you eventually.

This wasn’t one of those easy to digest lies either, that was the complicated part. It terrified you how they’d react once they learned the truth.

Then…

Before that happened, you made the silent determination that you’d make your… son a part of the family. They won’t be able to decide anything for him then, they’d be in too deep, you’d make certain.

Yeah, you could be a little… manipulative sometimes.

Probably something you got from your father.

“What’s up?”

“Oh, sorry, nothing. My mind was just wandering,” Duke frowned a little, flipping on his blinker while coming to a slow crawl, “not believing you.”

Turning your head to him, your grin was a bit scary, “okay, so, I was just thinking about if your car can fit everything I’m going to want to buy.” It was enough to distract him, a groan finding its way out as he pulled into the ticketing line for the ferry.

“If..??”

Now, to really drive it home, you pulled something from your purse and waved it at him, “Is… is that…” he eyed it nervously. “Yes, yes it is, dear brother.” His ears burned as he turned his eyes from you, hand now outstretched in your direction.

“You’re paying the ferry, then…” he muttered.

You put your dad’s credit card on his palm,

“Rich little daddy’s girl.”

This time the snort came from the back seat, “I have one as well, Thomas. You need only ask father.”

Duke sputtered and refused to acknowledge either of you till after having crossed the Deleware Bay.

Rich kids. Honestly.

-

Metropolis always amazed you, honestly, the bright skies overhead and the amount of people without a care in the world was enviable. Still, it just wasn’t… home. By now you’d developed some serious Stockholm for the cesspit that is Gotham. Even so, you preferred to go shopping here, their selection of high-quality stores mixed with less people recognizing you, and your family, were boons.

As you stared up at the towering high rise in front of you, Damian having disappeared inside minutes before, there was one other reason for coming to Metropolis…

“You’re always so slow! I told you to hurry up!!”

“Who’s slow?! You’re the slow one!!”

“Boys, please—”

The loud sound of twin crashes echo’d out the opened lobby door, the two boys in question bounding out with plenty of energy and two very red chins. “That… looks painful…” you smiled, walking over to check Damian’s face for actual injury.

“Tt, I’m fine.” He smacked your hand away, glaring at the super next to him, rubbing his own, already healing chin. “Hey Jon, enjoying Metropolis?” The bright-eyed boy, sans cape, grinned at you from ear to ear, “There’s so much to do here!” he almost lifted off the ground in his excitement, “but I miss the farm.” A chuckle came from the entrance to the building, deep and warm and just as kind as the child now sticking his tongue out at your youngest brother. On the man’s broad shoulder was an overnight bag, and a sheepish smile on his face as if he felt guilty. 

He probably did, the two boys were a handful.

Duke was leaning against the roof of the car with a huge dopey smile on his face, waving at the man approaching, “Hello, you must be the chaperone, Duke Thomas?” your newest brother nodded enthusiastically, almost at a loss for words, “Yup! I-I mean y-yes, it’s nice to meet you, sir!” Clark only chuckled, far too used to such formalities, “Clark is fine, our families are… close, after all.” He watched the boys pull at each other���s faces in mock battle.

“Ah, Clark! It’s been a while!” the older male smiled as he stopped a few feet from you and the car, hands resting on his hips, “Miss Wayne.” Near immediately, his eyes shifted to the backseat of the car and he leaned against the door, looking in.

“Bruce has another kid? He looks like how I always imagined him to look as a kid, suspiciously innocent,” you froze, and he would have laughed at the thought of Bruce with more secret kids, but he straightened. Looking at you in concern instead, he started, “I know he’s not… the most affectionate father, but…” you quickly shook your head, attempting damage control. “It… no, he’s not dad’s…” You laughed nervously at the look on his face, his hand raising to point at you as his mouth opened and closed a few times, trying to process.

“Yup. He’s… His name is Terrence, and he’s… my… son…” your tone turned warm and kind, and your eyes settled on the babe in the car with all the grace of a mother, just like Lois when Jon had been born, the older super nodded thoughtfully. “I’m glad it’s you, then. If anyone in that family can raise a good kid, it’ll be you.” The two of you shared an understanding smile, though yours was accompanied by a twitch or two, swearing he enjoyed his little joke, before he turned his head painfully in surprise, as if an enemy had suddenly appeared.

Following his sight, you had to laugh at the dark glare on Damian’s face directed at Clark, “well, I think it’s time I take my leave, then.” He scratched the back of his head, avoiding the kid’s gaze. He wanted to inquire more about the new addition to the family, but it would have to wait. Jon gave his dad a huge hug, getting his hair ruffled in the process as Clark waved at Duke, chucking the overnight bag into the car.

With a last good-bye to you, he turned high-tail and ran, as if he were almost eager to get away. Watching him jog slowly inside the building, you almost swore his steps were far lighter than his build, “probably prefers to float…” looking away, you missed him trip.

“Alright, c’mon you two. Get in.” when you’d opened the door, the two boys stared in horror, “I’m not sitting in the middle.” Damian ground out before Jon pushed him with more force than Damian could resist, “HE’S YOUR BROTHER!!! YOU SIT IN THE MIDDLE!”

“STUPID! HE’S MY NEPHEW!”

“Still, you sit next to him…” Jon pouted, and combined with your stare, Damian crawled in with a grumble, “Stupid super.” Jon ignored him without issue, and you’d have to ask Damian about it later, curious as to why his best friend was so used to his insults like it was a common occurrence? Then he climbed in after, shutting the door behind him.

“Nerves of steel, that one,” you mumbled, getting back in the car as Duke laughed lightly, starting the car up before heading a bit further into the city. After a few minutes and a few stop lights, Duke gave in to the side-glances you kept giving him, having caught them from the corner of his own eyes, “what now?” The growing devious grin on your face had him on edge, “speaking of nerves of steel…” a shiver hit the back of his neck, “please don’t.” His begging stopped nothing, “fanboy,” but of course you would, and he did his best to pay attention to the road, “don’t make me ignore you all day.”

“I thought it was cute though? Haha, Izzy would be jealous.”

“It’s… I mean, he was…” his ears were burning, especially at the mention of Isabella’s name, and he pouted worse than Jon had.

“I know, but still. You know you’ve met him before, right?” Duke looked like he wanted to disappear in his seat, “just… in costume…” you hummed in amusement.

It didn’t take long for Duke to pull into the parking lot at one of the high-end furniture stores, resting his head on the steering wheel for a moment after parking. The two boys were already out of the car, bickering and racing into the store, “you have no taste! It’s all dark! You can’t put a baby in a depressing room!”

“YOU WANT TO BLIND HIM WITH BRIGHT COLORS!”

“YOU WANT TO SCARE HIM WITH DOOM AND GLOOM!”

The two were practically racing at this point, shoving each other back and forth, though Jon often made Damian stumble through raw strength, and Damian often made Jon trip through dirty tricks.

“Aaaaand there they go.” You were already out of the car as you said it, heading to the driver’s backside door. Duke stepped out before stilling, his face falling at the straps in your hand, outstretched towards him, “you have got to be kidding.”

“Nope, you’re the babysitter today, Papa Duke.”

He took the child carrier from you, strapping the pack on with a depressed aura of resignation, “this so doesn’t look cool.” You snickered as you transferred Terrence over to the pack on Duke’s front, “yeah, but people won’t mess with a big guy like you. Besides, I can handle Damian better than you, can you take care of our son?” you teased him.

“Yeah, I can take care of… him…” Duke eyed the child looking around at everything he could, taking in every sight with silent baby contemplation skills, thumb in his mouth.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell Izzy about us,” you thought for a moment as he ignored your comments, switching tactics. Eyeing him before patting him on the shoulder, you began heading after the two boys, “when you get back, tell Izzy you think she looks like a piece of candy.”

He had a confused look as he followed after you, catching up in a speed walk, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

Not only did his ears turn red, but his entire face and neck burned hot at the suggestive smile on your face, “Oh… wait, w-why out of nowhere though?!”

“You forget, I live with nothing but men. Harper’s not around often and Steph is the only female I see on a regular basis.”

“Get some friends,” he groaned.

“That’s what family is for.”

Ugh.

-

Shopping actually went a lot better than expected, and you were able to get a new car seat at the behest of Damian, “no way you’re using a hand-me-down,” he all but threatened. There were some smaller things you could easily fit into the car, a few boxes, one for a mobile, one for a few bed sets, a giant pregnancy pillow -- regardless that you weren’t pregnant, you wanted the giant horseshoe pillow. Jon was jealous of it, now wanting one of his own, as you picked up some non-essentials.

The bigger things would have to be shipped, a crib for a few months till he was big enough, small bed with side bars so he wouldn’t fall out when ready to swap out the crib. They even had a huge rocking chair! It was probably one of the most comfortable things you had ever sat in, its ability to “rock” you back and forth on its slides without losing much momentum was heaven.

And you could curl up in it.

Somewhere in all the chaos, just as expected, you’d gone and lost both the boys. Or, well, more like they lost you. Duke was still dutiful with Terrence, and he was also really amazing at looking at details and knowing what item was better than the next. Sure, you’d been taught the same skills, but you were preoccupied with Damian and Jon (until you weren’t).

“Hum… hey, I’m gonna go check out next door, okay?” Duke turned to you from the different curtains in his hand, having taken to looking at a few general things for the room; curtains, bookshelves, a desk or two.

Unlike your father and most of your family, you had far more free time to do these small things yourself, never needing to hire an assistant to do all the work. You only needed some help with moving things, of course. It was something you’d picked up from both Alfred and the Kents, the equally uneasy and comforting feeling of being humble.

“Sure, which one?”

“The clothing store, I think there’s a dedicated kid store a bit further down the mall strip, I’ll probably make my way towards that.” Duke pouted, “leaving me alone with the kids?”

“Just one.” To emphasis your point, Terrence decided to start pulling on the same curtain as Duke, though Duke swatted his hands away quickly. A one-sided glaring contest began as the kid kept his frown on Duke, not looking away.

Duke looked around ignoring him, “that’s… true…”

“Thanks Papa Duke!” you gave him a hug, burying your face in Terrence’s and pelting him with kisses, pulling back only when his laughter echoed around the three of you. Duke refused to look at you as you cooed at the child strapped to his chest, awkward, “I hate you.”

“You love me.”

He snorted and went back to picking out curtains, “and don’t you forget it.”

“You have my card still, right?” He nodded, not even bothering to ask if you needed it. He knew you didn’t carry paper notes around, having seen you use your phone to pay for things physically too often.

Taking that as your cue, you turned to leave, “text if you need anything, and keep an eye out for the boys, I’ll… look, too,” and a moment later you were outside the store, stretching in the sun with a big breath of fresh air. Dang you loved Gotham, but also? Dang you loved Metropolis, too.

-

[steph] hey, herd u like

[steph] have a baby now???!

[steph] ;)))))

The buzzing of your personal phone caught your attention,

[you] tim? also, switching over for a bit.

You switched recipients,

[you] ready.

Turning the phone off and flipping it closed, you began walking in the opposite direction that Duke had been told, popping the back of the case off and pulling out the battery.

You’d asked Tim to redirect a dummy signal for your phone, keeping it within a five-foot radius of Duke for the next forty minutes or so. He’d given you the thumbs up, your telling him everything when you got back being his payment for helping.

He was very curious as to why you were breaking in to the LexCorp building.

The rather fast-paced walk (almost a light jog) to the building wasn’t that long, you’d made certain the stores you chose were close on purpose. Taking out your business phone, you opened it to another text as you started up a rather… illegal app. Your phone’d been rooted from the moment you had it, and it was hooked up to a very specific closed network.

This outing was one of the only chances you’d get, having lucked out with the more lenient Duke, as your other siblings were far more vigilant. Damian meanwhile was distracted by Jon, the two acting more like brawling siblings than best friends. Though Damian preferred the term rivals, but Jon was just happy to have a close friend he could be himself with.

[splr] he couldn’t contain himself

[splr] was vibin’ like flash lol

There were very few people who had access to this phone, and unfortunately for Tim, it was a hazard for both of you to have any kind of connection to him on your work phone. Stephanie however was one of the very few people who got to have that privilege.

[you] remind me to thank him for stealing my thundr

The family had the Bat-computer, Batman had the League’s Womb mainframe, the Robins had their Nest, and you? You had access to something older, reborn too many times, and set up and now maintained by some genius mastermind you’d never heard of. 

It was a mostly defunct information network by this point.

You’d met some really interesting people when you used to tail your father, and through repeated encounters, you’d met even more interesting uh... “friends.” Eventually you weren’t stalking your dad, instead, you were learning to do what you did best: Spy-games and recon.

And you’d impressed the wrong people.

But you didn’t mind, you liked the constant link to “their” information hubs.

[splr] lol

[splr] coffee tmrrw?

The Society’s Networks.

You knew your dad suspected some of your activities, but he never approached you about them. Probably because Batman enjoyed your access to these networks often when they were online, having come to you on multiple occasions to see if you could help with his detective work. 

You were playing double agent, compiling what you could from the chatter picked up from specific phones hooked into the closed channels. Sure, they weren’t always active and so sometimes you had to go with information from recon, but you did what you could, your bias for your bats, and birds, too strong. For your family.

[you] the same-same

[splr] c u tmrw then ;)

[splr] don’t forget the kid lol

Not that you’d ever shown him, if Batman knew what kind of information the Society had in their databases, well… you were pretty certain the world would burn. 

He once said it was best he didn’t know, something about helping to keep a balance between the good and the bad, causing both sides to stay in check.

The database’s app held all kinds of information, and as you downloaded the LexCorp building plans (sans recent modifications), you stared at the towering complex in front of you. Before you went further, you made certain the matrix encryption program was running, after all, “no reason to let anyone know I’m here.”

“Done this tons of times, can totally do this again,” but LexCorp was terrifying, Lex Luthor was terrifying, almost as much as Wayne Enterprises. Here’s to hoping your dad’s technology and Tim’s brain were smarter than anything Lex could cook up.

Besides, wasn’t he under house arrest right now?

It did nothing to calm your nerves.

“Nerves of steel, totally.”

You had to be fast.

[spcncershybrid]

Veritaserum | Draco Malfoy Imagine

GIF IS NOT MINE

Request: Idk if you know the sound on tiktok from Euphoria “You are so fucking boring. Hey. I'm gonna be honest with you, because no one else will. Any guy who says he's interested in you beyond just fucking you, is full of shit” but cpuld you maybe write a Draco angst with fluffy ending based on that😅 thankss

(Summary: You always believed that your relationship with Draco was picture perfect until it came crashing down with only a few words.)

Draco Malfoy X Gryffindor!Reader

(A/N: Posting this to tumblr with formatting was ultimate hell! But I hope you like this imagine! On another note my taglist and requests are still open (read my pinned to know more!)

 “What did you want to talk about Draco?” I asked walking into the Slytherin common room. My burgundy robes stuck out like a sore thumb.

“Not here.” He grabbed my arm tightly and pulled me out of the room.

We walked along the corridor and stopped at an empty staircase.

“What is going on?” I asked as I placed my hand on his cold hand.

“We need to break up.” He said bluntly as he pulled his hand away.

“What?” I ask confused.

 “You are so fucking boring Y/N! I’m going to be honest with you because no one else in Hogwarts will. Any guy who says he's interested in you beyond just fucking you is full of shit.” He spat angrily.

 My eyes welled with tears as I stared at him.

 “I guess if that’s how you feel. I cant stop you. At least you were honest.” I say taking a step away from him. 

 “Goodbye Draco.” I wiped a falling tear and ran away.

 Draco blinked back his tears as he watched you run away. It was for the best.

“It’s been a week you need to get out of the common room and eat.” Hermione said as she sat beside me.

 “I want to know what I did wrong. It was perfect, it felt perfect. Is there something with me?” I say biting my thumb nail as I turned to her.

 “Don’t you dare say that! Y/N you are perfect. So what Malfoy broke your heart that isn’t your fault, it never was.” She said hugging me.

 “Hello ladies.” The twins say waltzing into the common room.

 Hermione and I waved at them as they sat in front of us.

 “Don’t tell me you're still sulking about Malfoy.” Fred said, crossing his arms.

 “At this very second I’m not.” I say laughing.  

 “I guess I’m just wondering what went wrong. One day we were laughing and being happy and the next he called me boring and uninteresting. It’s all just confusing.” I say running my hands through my hair.

 “I guess I just want the truth from him. He seemed off like he wasn't telling me anything.” I say playing with the ends of my robe.

 “You want the truth aye.” Fred said, smirking as he nudged George.

 “I don't like your smirks.” I say looking at them back and forth.

 “Why don’t you try veritaserum.” George said quietly as he leaned over.

 “No way. That is highly forbidden let alone dangerous.” Hermione said shutting them down.

 “Actually that isn’t that bad of an idea.” I say weighing my options. Yes it can get us into trouble but it can get me answers.

 “Perfect we’ll knick some supplies from Snape and meet you at the girl’s lavatory or Moaning Myrtle's space.” Fred said as him and George ran out of the common room.  

 “This can go entirely wrong Y/N! This is highly unethical.” Hermione said as she shut her book.

 “Relax Mione it won’t kill him.” I say looking at her.

 “It’s still dangerous Y/N. What if they don’t brew it properly!” She said turning to me.

 “I was sort of hoping you would help with it. If not I can help them brew it.” I shrugged.

 “I can’t take the blame if something goes wrong.” Hermione scoffed as she got up to walk away.

 I groan lightly and leave the common room to go find Fred and George.

I walk into the girls lavatory and greet Moaning Myrtle.

 “So you both didn’t die.” I say spotting the twins near the stalls.

 “Filch nearly caught us sneaking around but we got it.” George said as he passed some bottles to Fred.

 “Do you guys need help?” I ask as I tug up the sleeves of my robes.

 “Where’s Hermione? No offense Y/N but all three of us combined can blow up this bathroom.” Fred said laughing loudly.

 “She doesn’t want to help us. You know how she is on rules.” I laughed as I sat in front of them.

 “Make sure you two measure out everything. I want the truth from him not his intestines.” I say as I watched them grab various vials.

 They stared at me for a moment before pouring some of the vials into the cauldron.

 “Now our main focus is getting Draco to meet me somewhere.” I say biting my lip.

 “We can handle that.” George said as he carefully stirred 

 “I’m putting an awful lot of trust in you two. Name your price now.” I crossed my arms as I tapped my foot on the floor.

 “A galleon, each.” Fred said snapping his fingers as he tapped his chin.

 “That’s all.” I say in disbelief. This is the Weasley’s we’re talking about.

 “And to help us on our next prank on Snape.” He continued as he looked up at me.

 There it is.

 “Deal.” I say as I stuck my hand into my robes.

 “To be clear. Malfoy, Astronomy Tower, right after dinner.” I say as I watched them place the mixed potion into a vial.

 “Alright.” The twins said in unison.

 “See you two at dinner. Either slip it to him then or lead him out then give it to him.” I told them as I walked out of the bathroom.

Why did I ever trust Fred and George?

 “I didn’t think this would’ve happened Draco. I'm so sorry.” I apologized as I helped him over to the hospital wing.

 “It’s my fault I should’ve never taken anything from those Weasley’s.” Draco spat as he ran his hands through his now green hair.

 “Madam Pomfrey, can you help us?” I asked as I dragged Draco into the hospital wing.

 “What happened here?” She gasped as she guided Draco onto one of the beds.

 “Effects of a potion.” I say as Draco leaned back.

 “What potion dear.” She asked, looking over to me.

 “Veritaserum.” I whispered as I looked at Draco.

 “What?” She asked as she tilted his head to the side.

 “It was veritaserum gone wrong. I asked Fred and George to help me, but I walked out as they were putting it away.” I say putting my head down. Madam Pomfrey stared at me for a moment before walking away.

 “Why would you do that?” Draco asked placing his hand over mine.

 “I wanted answers Draco. You dumped me in a bloody staircase. With zero explanations, I wanted to know why. Was it me? Is it someone from Slytherin house, hell is it someone else?” I say as I sat down next to him.

 “It was my father. He found out about us dating, he didn’t want me to see you anymore.” Draco said looking up at me bashfully. 

 My mood shifted as I looked at him. I instantly brought him into a hug as I patted his hair.

 “Draco you could’ve just said so. What you said really hurt.” I said quietly.

 “I’m sorry.” I heard him whisper as Madam Pomfrey came back with a potion.

 “This will turn your hair back to normal.” She smiled as she handed him the potion.

 “We can talk more later. I have something I want to sort out.” I said giving him a peck on the cheek.

 Now to deal with the twins.

 I made my way to the Gryffindor common room and enlisted the help of my most helpful friends: Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger.

 “Alright I called you both for something very special.” I whisper as we snuck into the kitchens.

 “Ginny I’m getting payback on your brothers.” I told her as I grabbed some flour and some eggs.

 “We’re making cookies.” I say as I grabbed the rest of the ingredients.

 “We’re giving them cavities?” Ginny questioned as she examined the ingredients.

 “No that’s why Miss Granger is in our midst. I need help with precise measurements on making these cookies change their looks. Similar to poly juice but in the form of a treat. One thing I noticed from your family is that treats are a must.” I explained as I began grabbing bowls.

“We’re in.” Ginny and Hermione said as they began dropping ingredients in the bowl. 

Although it took us a while to perfect it we miraculously got it done. 

“I’ll package these to look like something from my mum.” Hermione said as she began wrapping the cookies.

“I love you two so much.” I laughed as I watched them.

Hermione laughed as she handed me the bundle of cookies.

“You can share out the rest to Ron and Harry. Not Neville or Luna though they are too precious.” I say walking out of the kitchen.

“Hello Gingers or should I say grinches.” I snickered as I walked past the twins hand and hand with Draco.

“Shut up.” Fred instantly said as he shielded his head.

“That’s what you get for turning my boyfriend’s hair green.” I said sticking my tongue out at them.

“Yeah you even got Potter and the other Weasley.” Draco said as he pointed to the doors of the Great Hall.

“I didn’t do that.” I say in shock as I stared at them as they trudged to the Gryffindor table.

I giggle as I watch Ginny and Hermione high five each other slyly.

Well at least I got my boyfriend back and I got my best friends back.

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Hell on Earth (TWO) // KOH!TOMHOLLAND X HUMAN!READER

Summary: Tom, Prince of Hell and only heir to the throne, is sent to Earth by his parents as a punishment. He ends up in an odd city full of the worst humans, except one, who, despite not knowing who he truly is, decides to help him.

Note: Well, well, well... It’s been a while. I’m sorry but a lot of things happen and honestly I wasn’t in the mood to write anything. Anyways, I hope I didn’t loose everyone was reading the first part of this Koh!Tom series. Let me know what you thought and if you have ideas for next chapters. And send me an ask to be added to the taglist :) Love you ! 

words: 2.3k

Warnings: panic attack, cursing, fluff-ish?, bad english bc im french 

First part

Tom was so nervous. How the hell was he going to tell you where he is from. He doesn’t have much time to think about it, since you seat in front of him. “Here you go” you said, placing the tuna sandwich and a cup of coffee before his hands. Seating down, you create a slight draft, giving Tom the chance to breath your smell. Honey and apple. Not too sugary, not too strong but present enough to be under your spell for a spilt second. 

“Thank you” Tom said taking a bite in the sandwich. The taste of tuna on his tongue repulses him but he fakes a smile “’S really good” he lied his mouth full, before swallowing with a hard gulp. 

“I’m glad you like it” you smile back laying down a bit, your elbow on the table and your hand in a fist holding your chin. “So... what’s going on, Tom ?” the sound of his name on your lips makes it hard for him to concentrate. It almost sounds like a prayer or a blessing, instead of the curse he always heard when his father called him. 

“Right,” closing his eyes and shaking his head, Tom tried to regain his composure “Um, here’s the thing. I don’t have anywhere to go. My parents kind of kicked me out” You blinked a few times trying to process what he just said. You’re surprised and shocked, you didn’t expect that at all. 

“What ? W-why ?” you let your hand that was supporting your head, fall on the table, a few inches from his. 

“Uh...” now is the tricky part. Tom has to think fast but coherent. "I was not the best son” he confessed. By the confused look on your face, the prince of Hell understood that it wasn’t enough of an explanation “I- uh. I didn’t take my responsibilities seriously and partied too much. So I fucked up everything.” Tom felt shame thinking about the look on his parents’ faces before being banned. “Basically, if I want to come back home, I have to change. Like, everything about me must be changed” Tom let his head fall forward, to avoid your gaze. 

His head snapped back up when he felt your reassuring hand on his wrist, the veins of his heart loosened at the sight of your compassionate smile. 

“I’m sure not everything is good to put in the bin” you said softly. 

“How would you know ?” Tom almost whispered. “You don’t know me”

“I can see it. The good.” you replied pointing at his heart. “You’re just lost. You’ve done some mistakes, what about it ? A few of them doesn’t make you a bad person. We're not perfect. We’re just humans after all.”

“I’m not-” Tom cut himself from dropping his secret. But it hit him. We’re all humans. He’s human now. The loss of his powers, the bangs in his head after drinking the whole night away,... His parents made him human. Suddenly, Tom feels a rush of panic invading him. He starts looking around nervously, his palms become clammy and his madness takes control. Fuck, is what being human feels like ? Feeling weak and pathetic ? Succumbing to the unreasonable and to our every perfidious feelings ? 

“Tom ?” you brung him back, your eyebrows furrowed. “Is everything ok ?” 

The young boy’s wide opened eyes stare at you, scrutinising every detail of your face. Every stain, every barely formed line and indentation, every curve. Everything and anything that makes you... human. 

“No.” he blurbed out, by freeing himself from your hand, which until now had reassured him but now made him feel like a prisoner. “I gotta go...” and with that, Tom stood up abruptly and left the coffee shop. 

“Tom wait !” you tried to stop him, but he’s fast. 

Tom sets off into the city, looking for a way home at all costs, even though he knows it's impossible. He bumps into things and people who then insult him for not paying attention without apologizing. He wants to cross the street and run away. He gets off the pavement and takes two steps when a van runs into him. Surprised, Tom holds still until a hand grabs his arm and pulls him back, causing him to fall with the person who saved him. It was you. Is she always going to save my life like that ?

Lying next to each other and trying to come to your senses, your breasts rise and fall in rhythm with your twin breaths. You turn your head towards him, the asphalt slightly scratching your scalp. His face is still tense but it hasn't changed. He is still beautiful, elegant, almost mischievous. His curls fall backwards against the ground and you notice the touch of red in his reflections. My God, how beautiful he is.

“Do you often have panic attacks ?” Tom's face gradually relaxes at the sound of your voice. But what frees him from the anxiety monster inside of him, is your laughter. Your sweet giggle. He almost killed you both, but you're laughing. Lying on the floor in the filthy street next to him. 

“I’m so sorry...” 

“Don’t be” you replied getting up. You then hold your hand for him to take it. “Come on, let’s go home” you smiled, putting the almost tragic incident that just happened behind you. Tom takes your hand and pushes himself off the ground with your help. 

“Home ?” he asked confused without letting your hand go.

“Yeah, I mean at my place. You’re going to live there until you... um... change.” you pressed your lips in a tight but friendly smile accompanied by a small puff. That’s when he doesn’t understand anymore. 

“Why are you doing this for me ?” he asks sinking in the back of his chair. “You don’t know me, I could be a sociopath !” or the prince of Hell. 

“Well, First of all I don’t think that sociopaths know they are socipaths. And when they do, I also don’t think it’s something they want to scream everywhere.” you replied standing in front of him, your fists of your hips. “And two: It’s you who came to my shop and ask for my help. And it’s not like you have somewhere to crash, don’t you ?” you titled your head to the side as if you were playfully challenging him. Tom grinned a little, trying to hide his hint of embarrassment  “But if you prefer, we can always find you a piece of cardboard that we will set you up in a not too badly famed alleyway, you'll love it, it’s-”

“Ok, alright you won !” Tom cut you placing his palms in defeat. “Hell, are you always like that ?” he chuckled. You just smiled cheekily and shrugged your shoulders. You took his arm and started walking. 

You didn’t live far from the bakery, only 10 minutes walking, which was very pratical since, before going to the bakery, you followed classes at university and had to go change at your place before going to work. You led Tom to your appartment. The building was far from the ivory towers in which Tom had grown up. Yours was much more dilapidated, with a cold cigarette smell in the stairwell that you asked him not to pay attention to. Ms. McDougall had never learned good manners, and enjoyed smoking in the small lobby. 

After going up the three floors without a lift, of course, you stop in front of the door of your flat to open it. “I wasn’t expecting someone today, so please forgive me for the old tea cups in the kitchen... and the living. And probably in the bathroom.”

“The bathroom ?” repeated Tom. 

“Yeah. Don’t ask. I don’t have any excuse” you chuckled finding your keays at the bottom of your bag. “Ok. Here you go !” you invited him in with your arm extended so he can enter first. Tom thanked you before walking in, discovering your small but cozy place. 

There was a main room which served as kitchen, dining room and living room. The black sofa in front of the television looked comfortable and could be folded out to make a bed. There was also a coffee table with books for the university, the remote control, chocolates, a cherry blossom scented candle and two mugs. A garland of light framed the window overlooking the street. The neighbourhood was not pretty, but at least it was quiet. Just like the flat which was very cozy. Tom already felt good there. 

You took off your jacket and your bag and started to tidy up the room quickly. Tom looked at you with an amused smile. He looked how a few strands of hair fell on your face as you pick up the mugs out of the table and put them in the sink; and how your hands worked quickly to collect your books. 

“What do you study ?” Tom asked pointing to your books that you held close to your chest. 

“I am studying to become a nurse” you responded with a soft smile. “My finals are in three weeks.” 

“Oh, that’s a noble job” said Tom, immediatly regreting sounding condescendin. “I mean, it’s a great one ! Better than selling sandwiches and croissants.” When he saw your lips thightening and your eyes squinting, he held his hands in front of you, trying to catch back his mistake “No, I mean, working in a bakery is great, it’s just... being a nurse is better for you !” 

“How would you know what’s better for me ?” you teased. Tom felt his palms sweating and his cheeks redenning. You got him. 

Why does he react like that ? He was prince of Hell, and soon - hopefully - king, for fuck’s sake ! He’s used to people being affraid of him and his powers. Used to spill his venom on any creature, human or not, using harsh, insulting and degrading names, without the shadow of an ounce of embarrassment. That's what he did. To be the cursed prince of Hell. The beloved child of death and eternal torture. 

But with you it’s different. You are different. He feels deeply in his soul, that he would never use these words on you. You had a force on him that he couldn’t explain. 

“I-I... I don’t, yeah you’re right. Sorry, I didn’t want to-” he stopped when he heard your light giggle. 

“Tom, I was joking. I understood what you meant, I just wanted to mess you with. Selling sandwiches is great but it isn’t my professional perspective. Sorry for making you uncomfortable, that was dumb.”

“No, no, no ! It’s fine. It’s just a joke.” he puffed. What ?! In Hell, he would have sent the fool who dared messing up with him, in the worst session of torture of his entire eternity. 

You smiled to him before heading to your bedroom, throwing your books on your bed. You came back with a blanket and a very soft looking pillow. You then walked to the bathroom with a new toothbrush and clean towel. 

“My brother lived here for a while a couple of years ago and left clothes. You can take whatever you want, he’s not gonna come back.” 

“Where is he now ?” you felt a hiver running through your body at the thought of him. 

“I don’t know. Aaron never felt like he belongged in this society, that he had nothing to bring to the community. So he wanted to join the army. They know how to talk to kids who feel like him. Telling them that their lives will save thousands of others. I told him it would be the biggest mistake of his life, that he’s smart and talented but he didn’t want to hear anything. So he left one day, and I never saw him again.” It was the first time you talked about your brother in two years. You felt tears threatening to fall. “I don’t even know if he’s still alive.” you choked on the last word, unable to bear the very idea that he may no longer be of this world. 

Tom looked at you not knowing what to do. He tried to remember an Aaron who would have gone to hell. The Prince has the ability to know all the deaths that fall and the division of souls between heaven and hell. This means that he knows every name, story and sin that enters his kingdom. Unfortunately, without his powers on Earth, he cannot know whether his brother is alive or not. 

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” he murmured before clearing his throat. “I’m sure he’ll come back one day.” You raised your head with a heart-rending smile, trying hard to hide your pain. 

“He’s in the past now. Let’s talk about something else.” You entered the kitchen, looking for something to eat, but you forgot to go to the grocery store today. Well, you didn’t really forgot, your plans just... changed a bit. “Um... I have nothing in my fridge and clearly I don’t want to grocery shopping right now, so is chinese take away is fine with you ?” 

“Perfect !” He never ate chinese food. 

“Great ! I’ll just call my favorite place after taking a shower” you said walking backwards to your bathroom. 

When Tom heard the water running, he fell on the couch dramtically. His legs spread and his right hand on his forhand he stared into the void, trying to process what happened those two last days. Him being banned from Hell for an indefinite period almost dead two times on the road, loosing his powers, and ending up living in an girl’s appartment. Tom sighed loudly, wondering how all of this could happen to the fucking prince of Hell. 

And now what ? 

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