#but the crack wasn't actually where i took the punches - it was right next to it

[hisgoodgirl666]

so i still have this rib injury so i'm going to the dr tomorrow. worst part is that sex is difficult/painful... 😭 so we've been minimizing as best we can. but i don't wanna. 😤 literally holding off on reading erotica when i'm craving it bc i don't wanna make myself super horny, which is also why i'm on not here much since then. whatever it is seems like it's going to take a while to heal. 😣 we'll find out tomorrow...

[xxsquiddkiddxx]

~John Bender x Reader (in the form of "headcanons")~

Relationship type: Mostly Platonic (breifly romantic), Strangers to Friends to Lovers

Content Warnings: Fem Y/N, Swearing, John being a lil bit of a douche.

(I took some inspiration from the outtakes of the movie... and if you've never watched them? You should. They're HILARIOUS.)

Y'all definitely met in detention. You were brought in for some stupid reason, like accidentally back-sassing a substitute teacher or something like that.

He first got your attention in detention (hehe I rhymed) by blabbering nonsense in a ridiculous tone, to the point of screaming "AHH" over and over. You end up slowly turning to tell him to shut up. His response?

"Take a photo, it'll last longer, sweets."

If you think he made fun of you.... You're 100% right. He RELENTLESSLY made fun of you. Like... that shit brought you to tears at one point.

He felt like an asshole afterwards though. After you're done crying and you ignore him for an hour or so, he did apologize... in the most John Bender like fashion: punching your shoulder lightly and mumbling a "sorry".

Near the end of detention, you two look at each other and pretty much tell one another that y'all would never be friends out of that library. It was pretty much a mutual agreement that you two would NEVER interact again, even if you had mutual friends.

Months later, you're invited to a party by Claire. She's been a friend of yours for a few years now, and she, and I quote, told you: "You need to get your ass out of the house and actually talk to people."

You didn't WANT to... but you did.

She gave you the location and the time, pretty much making it so you hs no choice but TO go to this stupid party. But eh, you'd probably chill for a few, then bounce.

You didn't get 20 steps in when- what do you know? Guess who was leaning against the wall, cigarette resting in his mouth as he fished around in his pocket for a lighter?

John-Fucking-Bender.

You try your best to stay out of his gaze. Staying at least 20 feet away from where he was. Pretty much hoping and praying to whatever God was out there that Bender didn't see you.

Yeah he saw you.

He surprisingly talked to you, mostly small talk. But then y'all talk more and more and more and suddenly you both are so deep in conversation that you hardly notice the lack of people around you two.

So maybe you two were able to be friends :)

When the next school day hit, a lot of people were shocked to see you two in the hallways together, laughing about a joke that he'd made.

A lot of people thought y'all were dating.

When I say "thought", I mean "they pretty much assumed and spread it around the whole school."

You had to fight dating allegations for MONTHS on end. It was always "No, we're not dating." "No, I don't have feelings for Bender."

Chat, you're a LIAR.

You were starting to have feelings, but you weren't gonna talk about it of course. Talking about FEELINGS? Fuckin weird, man.

The same was on his end. He wasn't gonna say NUTHIN. He literally was head over heels for you, but the day he admits that is the day he regurgitates a shoe and bakes it in the oven.

He confessed first... in an argument.

He started to distance himself a little bit from you. I mean, come on, John Bender? In a RELATIONSHIP? Get fuckin' real.

This goes on for about a month until you finally confront him about it. Like the premise of the whole argument was a span of:

"Why are you avoiding me?"

"Cuz."

"Cuz why? Do you hate me or something?"

"Cuz."

Then y'all squabble more and more until he finally cracks and says he's avoiding you cuz he wants this stupid feeling to go away.

You have a heart-to-heart chat with one another and end up getting into a relationship.

You two agree to start slow, not really telling anyone and just staying friends to the public eye. Nothing too fast.

Yeah, that lasted like 2 hours.

It wasn't nessicarily John's fault. The dude trying to flirt with you just happened to have his face in the way of where John's fist wanted to be.

Take a wild guess who ended up in detention that Saturday?

Yep, he did.

A/N: I haven't actually written fanfiction in YEARS. The sad lack of John fanfiction made me finally come back XDDDDD It's dogwater and I wrote it in an Applebee's. Have this ig

~Squeed

[babybratzmaraj]

What The Fuck.

Three Men, Two Minds, One Outcome, how will Tommy ever think straight after this? atfer lal ihs nicous is a awlyer…

Not actual face claim, just need a nigga with a gun. LMAO

this fic contains: Element of thriller, gun violence, foul language, murder, if you are not okay with any of those warnings please read one of my other babies, you will see a softer variant of this soon♥️

taglist: @megamindsecretlair @thecapodomme @planetblaque (these are ppl i think give a fuck😭😭😭

What. The. fuck.

It’s Blood… blood is everywhere… He, He did this shit. And now, He’s holding his chest, crying and growing weaker, his desperate attempts to reach for the phone, his arm trembling…

“Ayo! Tommy!” Bruce shouted to wake him out of his trance. “I told you to stop calling me that fuckin name,”

Bruce kissed his teeth, rolling his eyes at the attitude he sensed from him. “Nigga loosen the fuck up! We finna go in this store, get some shit for the party, hopefully, condoms witcho ‘Can’t keep a bitch’ ass.” Tommy laughed at that last part, It wasn't his fault that a sexy chocolate nigga like him couldn’t keep a chick, the chicks didn’t want to be kept and he wasn’t in the business for that shit.

“Man get the fuck out the car.” He said, ducking out the car with his phone in his hand, “And you paying this time you larky body ass nigga.” he shot back before going into the store, hearing a car door slam and footsteps shuffling before a Bruce popped in his peripheral. “You just mad bitches want this larky nigga dick!”

The two laughed as they stepped into the store air smacking his nostrils, the crisp clean air with the faint scent of Windex mixing well. Bruce darted straight for the candy aisle as Tommy went for the drinks, He had cotton mouth like a mu’fucka, a nice Ohana fruit punch could quench a nigga thirst.

He opened the door and swiftly grabbed the Ohana that he had been having a taste for a smooth 3 weeks, he hurriedly opened it and took a few sips of it, the flavor with the burst of sweetness layering on his taste buds made him be set at ease, but the commotion he heard up front broke him from that trance.

“This nigga, I swear!” Tommy regretted coming out of the car with Bruce's ass, he is a crashout as many people would say, but he just a dumbass.

Tommy twisted the cap on the bottle tightly before rounding the corner to see Bruce in a commotion with the cashier. Tommy deeply exhaled before approaching the counter to hear the actual conversation.

“You thought shit was finna be sweet? I told you next time I see you, I’m fuckin you up.” Bruce boomed, his voice rising with anger and hatred.

“Your beef ain't with me, it’s with my knuckle-headed ass brother. Like I told you before, What he does, I have no say over.” The man sternly voiced his opinion, It seemed like he was over this whole fiasco as if this wasn’t the first time of its occurrence.

“You heard me say, I do not care, That’s your blood, you stick with gang through and through right?”

“Right.”

“So what if I blow yo shit back? Would you brother come looking for me then?” Bruce threatened, his voice smooth and unfazed as he nonchalantly pulled out his weapon, his eyes blankly set on him. Tommy at this point was stuck, his heart was not where it should be as his heart was in his ass, beating 200 miles per millisecond.

“Yo-” Tommy set down his drink to have his hands, slowly approaching where Bruce stood, his eyes followed the gun which kept moving, unbeknownst to him, The dude came from around his corner to face Bruce, Man to man, not one bone of fear or anxiety attacking his muscles or mental. “What? You gone shoot the wrong nigga? Face it, you ain’t a man my nigga, you a punk ass nigga who hides behind a gun, that don’t have no bullets in it! If you so man enough shoot me.”

“No!” Tommy screeched, his voice cracking from trembling. “It ain't no need for that, Nigga lets go!” But his pleas went unheard, he saw Bruce's knuckles turning white, the gun shaking, the words of his sinking into his skin like lotion, moisturizing his blood cells with heat, his mind running but stuck on one thing, this nigga gotta go

Tommy couldn’t think as his ears suddenly started to hurt, a piercing screech echoed throughout the small store, shaking his head violently to erase the pain from his head. Once the ringing died down a few notches, giving him the okay to investigate the source.

And there. It. Was.

“What. The. fuck.” was all he could say, couldn’t even speak above a whisper as he saw a slumped man on the floor, falling backwards onto the junk food that was behind him. “What the fuck…”

He was stunned that he was still alive, fighting for his right to live, his right to survive, and the privilege to breathe in air, but he was losing his battle. “I’m shot.”

Tommy anchored himself onto the shelf behind him, dragging himself to his feet, glancing up to see Bruce frantically grabbing money out of the cash register and anything that he saw value in. “Help…” His voice trailed off, his light dimmer more and more, his tears mixing with the blood that involuntarily covered his face.

But Tommy couldn’t move, he could barely move, he just got on his feet for Christ sake’s! Just then, a bell dinged, stopping everyone in their tracks.

A lady, somewhat familiar walked into the store, not knowing the horror that she would soon deem the most horrid night of her life.

She laid eyes on the figure crawling on the ground while Bruce laid eyes on her. Shuffling out of his spot his adrenaline raced through his body as he made a dash to the door.

“Run… Don’t look back, that's how niggas die in movies, keep your head straight, don’t be seen, keep your eyes on the road. Don’t. Die. Now.”

Thoughts raced through, the time, a corner! He dashed through an alleyway, Grabbing his phone to make a quick call, and thank god the other person answered…

Find out what happens soon…

[cantwritethetword]

That's Cheating

Fic Descript: During a training session, it's revealed that Miles is ticklish. Pavitr thoroughly enjoys the experience, and just when Miles thought it couldn't get worse, Miguel decides he wants to wrestle him. Surely Miguel wouldn't use Miles' weakness against him, right?

~ A/N - My first ever Into/Across The SpiderVerse fic !!!!

I absolutely adored these guys when they came on screen, and I finally have the fic idea to do their group dynamic justice!

By the way, this is also absolutely me being super self indulgent sdjsklhfkls cause I've had this whole scenario running around my head any time I'm training with these 3 specific people and it KILLS ME so I need to get it on paper lmao I'm so lee for so many of my wrestling friends it's not even funny jsdfhdfjhafk.

ALSO QUICK WARNING THIS IS A LONG ONE SDJHLKSDHAFLK ALL THE ONES WHERE I PUT ALL MY LITTLE LEE THOUGHTS INTO END UP SO FUCKING LONG LMAO APOLOGIES FAM IT'S LIKE ALMOST 3K

I hope it's good!

Enoy! ~

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Miles never turned down the chance to train with his fellow spider people. Since he first walked through the doors an was offered the chance to practice, Miles had grabbed the opportunity with both fists.

Not just because it was one of the few places he could properly use his skills and abilities to their full potential (without risking revealing himself as spiderman or injuring a civilian in the process), but there was something about training at the spider society headquarters that gave him almost limitless energy.

He wasn't sure how much of that energy was adrenaline, how much was power from the spider bite, or how much was just because he loved spending time with his favourite people.

But no matter the reason, this little quirk of his enabled him to continue sparring round after round when most would need a few minutes of reprieve between sets. And he would be lying if he said it didn't give him a little mood boost when the other spider people commented on his incredible stamina.

"Ugh, Miles do you ever get tired?" Pavitr groaned as he managed to flip Miles onto his back and clamber on top of the kid, pinning him to the ground. "We've been at this for like ten minutes straight!"

Miles grinned, his arms pushing against Pavitr's knees that were currently either side of his ribs to wriggle himself out. "You giving up already?"

"No way." Pavitr grunted, as Miles's movements had almost made him topple. "But I'll take a rest while you figure this out."

Pavitr, the asshole, decided to take this moment to shoot webs onto Miles's wrists - sticking them to the floor next to Mile's sides. Straining against the webs, Miles silently thanked the fact that it was Pavitr he was with. If this were an actual fight, Miles knew his face would currently be a punching bag.

But just because Pavitr wasn't going to injure him, it didn't mean there wasn't a threat.

"Come on Miles! Get out!" Pavitr teased, poking Mile's unprotected forehead.

The kid shook his head to try and get rid of Pavitr's annoying fingers.

Bad idea.

In the process of protecting his forehead, Miles had encouraged his friend to move his poking elsewhere. And it only took a few prods to Mile's neck for him to break into giggles.

"Agh- Pahahav-" Miles squeaked out before he could stop himself.

Pavitr stopped, an amazed grin across his face. "What was that?"

Miles froze for a second, realising just how severely his body had just betrayed him, before starting to thrash a little more desperately against the webbing trapping his hands.

"Are you ticklish?" Pavitr questioned with a teasy smirk, poking Miles's neck another few times.

"NO-!" Miles grunted, using every inch of willpower in his body to resist the laughter bubbling in his chest. "Don't!"

Completely ignoring Miles's pleads, Pavitr moved his prodding fingers down to Miles's collarbones.

And that was where the kid cracked.

"NOhohoho!" Miles squealed, shoulders trying their best to scrunch up and protect himself. "Pahahav stohohop!"

Pavitr beamed, absolutely ecstatic at his newfound discovery. "Oh my god, you are ticklish!"

"Shhhh!" Miles begged through his giggles, giving up on resisting his own reactions and focusing his efforts on preventing his ticklishness from becoming the newest piece of gossip.

"Why?" Pavitr laughed. "You're the one who's making all the nois-"

"What's this?" A voice chuckled from behind the two.

Pavitr paused his attack, and - after recognising who it was - Miles breathed a sigh of relief. Both because he could finally actually breathe again, and because the voice came from his old mentor - someone who already knew how ridiculously ticklish he was and hadn't told a soul.

Peter B, clearly having just finished a spar with someone by the looks of his flushed face and sweaty t-shirt, made his way to kneel down next to the pair before chuckling again.

"Ah, I see you've found Miles's little weakness."

Pavitr let out an indignant noise. "You already knew about this?!? And you didn't tell us?"

Peter shrugged. "Figured you guys would find out eventually, he's too ticklish to hide it for long."

"Peter!" Miles groaned. "Guys can we not talk about this right now!"

With a grin, Pavitr turned back to Miles. "Oh we can stop talking if you'd like..."

Before Miles could realise what Pavitr meant, ten fingers began tapping against the front of his ribs, and he was once again sent into a helpless fit of giggles.

"NOnononono Pahav people ahare gonna see!"

"Who would see?" Pavitr laughed. "It's just us over here; you, me and Peter."

"Plus Miguel, somewhere..." Peter added, looking around them for his friend. "But I doubt he's listening to your little situation kid, he's probably off doing Miguel things, as Miguel does."

Half expecting a beetlejuice moment at the three mentions of the guy's name, Miles flicked his eyes around the room (as best as he could - he was still pinned on his back) to try and spot Miguel. Thankfully, it seemed the slightly intimidating spiderman was too busy helping another pair of spiders with their match on the other side of the room.

"See!" Pavitr continued, digging a little harder into Miles's ribs. "Nothing to be worried about buddy!"

"IHIHIT'S STIHIHILL CHEHEATING!" Miles whined through his laughter, somehow managing to swallow the scream that almost burst out of his mouth at the sensation of Pavitr clawing into his sides.

"Ehhhhh..." Peter tilted his head with a grimace on his face. "Technically it's not, there's no specific rules against it."

Miles shook his head violently. "IHIHIT'S CHEHEHEATING!"

"You having so. much. energy. is what's cheating!" Pavitr responded, poking to emphasise his words. "But fine, let's ask Miguel."

Miles's eyes went wide, and his laughter turned to desperate begging. He couldn't possibly live through the sheer embarrassment of giggling like a child in front of someone as stone-faced and important as Miguel.

But no matter how many 'no's the kid strung together in rapid succession - a rather impressive display of his lung capacity to be completely honest - his pleading was fruitless, as Pavitr had already waved down Miguel, and the man was making his way over.

Thankfully there were a few seconds of rest until Miguel arrived that were completely tickle-free, so Miles had a chance to somewhat compose himself. Still, he knew that he would need much longer to reduce the redness his face had taken on in the last few minutes of torture.

"Yes?" Miguel said as he knelt down, one eyebrow slightly raised at the position the two boys were currently in.

"Is tickling illegal?" Pavitr asked genuinely, much to Miles's surprise. He was expecting some kind of teasy grin shot in his direction, but it seemed Pav was just as interested in Miguel's answer as he was in taking Miles apart at his fingers. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad.

Even more to Miles's surprise was the quiet chuckle that escaped Miguel's mouth.

"Technically not, why?" Miguel responded, a small (but definitely present) grin on his face.

"Oh no reason..." Pavitr smirked at Miles (who was quickly realising he spoke too soon about how easy this interaction would be). "Just that I found out Miles was ticklish and wanted to try and see if he would submit because of it."

Miles could feel his face flush even redder than before, and he couldn't even cover his cheeks cause his damn hands were still stuck. So he resorted to rolling his eyes above his head to avoid looking at anyone for the remainder of the conversation.

Miguel once again let out a breathy chuckle. "Well, I haven't seen it happen before, and we're about to finish up the official training session... But we can always find out later."

That last comment snapped Miles's face back into Miguel's line of vision.

And, if this whole situation wasn't already flustered enough, Miles could have sworn Miguel winked as he stood up and called out to everyone to finish their current drill and pack up.

After chatting for a few moments with some of the other spider people, Miles watched as most of the group cleared from the gym. Aside from Miguel and Peter (who were practicing something on one side of the mats), the gym was practically empty.

Which made the sound of thudding feet all the more terrifying coming his way.

Miles yelped as someone tackled him to the floor and climbed on top of his hips.

"You didn't think we were finished, did you?" Pavitr grinned down at his friend, before digging his thumbs into the pocket right above Miles's hips.

"NOHOHO PAHAHAV!" Miles shrieked, caught so off guard he couldn't have stopped himself if he tried.

Pavitr laughed. "Glad we're on the same page then!"

"Stohohop ihihit!" The kid giggled, pushing at Pav's wrists - a much easier feat now that his hands weren't spider-webbed to the floor (but still not quite easy enough to push Pav's hands away).

With Miles now being able to fight back, there was actually a fight to be had. Still a very one-sided fight, but enough of a back-and-forth match to eat at Pavitr's strength.

And Pavitr's energy drained far quicker than Miles's did.

Keeping a very wriggly Miles consistently trapped and tickled was quite the challenge for India's favourite spiderman, so most of Pavitr's efforts were concentrated on Miles's hips. Certainly his hips were effective, but the hope of escape kept Miles going just long enough that Pavitr's teasy smirk started to fade into an open-mouthed grin (for maximum oxygen intake).

By the time Miles's breathing was wheezy, Pavitr sounded just as exhausted. Both boys were drenched in sweat, and neither were sure where their own ended and the other's began. Pavitr's thumbs slowed, and Miles was finally able to push those troublesome fingers away from his sensitive hips with one final residual giggle.

Letting himself breathe for a moment, Pavitr gave Miles's shoulder a friendly pat. "Damn you put up a good fight, I'm dead after that!"

Miles chuckled and nodded in agreement, still a little woozy from the post-tickle haze.

"You up for some food?" Pav asked, standing up and offering to help Miles to his feet.

"Sounds gr-" Miles began.

"Actually," Miguel interrupted the pair, making Miles freeze for a moment.

How long had he been watching them?? Had he seen Miles get absolutely wrecked?? Oh god, would Miguel ever take him seriously again after that??

Miguel continued. "Miles, want to have a round?"

That was definitely not the direction Miles thought this conversation was going. Thank god, Miguel must have only just finished with Peter. And now that he was looking, Miles could see a (somehow even more) sweaty Peter gathering his stuff and heading out of the gym.

Perfect. Miguel hadn't seen a thing.

Miles nodded, slightly intimidated with the idea of attempting to wrestle someone as experienced as Miguel, but keen to try (and perhaps get a little closer to the reserved leader of the Spider Society).

"Excellent." Miguel gave a small nod, and positioned himself in the centre of the mat.

"Well, good luck." Pavitr smiled, clapping Miles on the back before heading out towards the cafeteria.

Miles took a breath, calming his racing thoughts and tired lungs, before moving to face Miguel.

The pair moved slowly to start, attempting a few takedowns and swings at each other but not fully committing to any, before Miguel swiftly spun to the floor and knocked Miles straight off his feet.

God it was frustrating that Miguel could do that with so much control that it almost seemed to happen in slow motion.

Without even letting himself catch his breath on the floor, Miles tried to scramble to a crouched position, but Miguel was either too quick or predicted his movements too well.

One moment he was almost to his feet, the next Miles was flat on his back with the side of Miguel's chest pressing against the front of his. One of his arms was trapped at an outward angle by Miguel's hand, but Miles couldn't quite see what was going on past that with Miguel's back in the way.

Then Miles tensed.

A soft but unmistakably sharp sensation was gently tapping at his side, enough to fill Miles's chest with tickly anticipation but not so much that he was convinced that was what was happening.

Surely not. Surely Miguel was far too mature for something as childish as tickling.

Still, as Miles struggled to escape Miguel's hold, he struggled even more to contain the laughter threatening to spill out of his mouth at the tickly sensations radiating from his side.

"Mihi- Miguehel?" Miles strained, trying to keep his voice as steady as possible.

Miguel chuckled, and spoke with possibly the teasiest voice Miles had ever heard come out of his mouth. "What's the matter?"

Oooh that motherfucker. Miguel knew exactly what was happening, Miles could feel the smirk radiating off Miguel's face. And somehow that made it significantly harder for the poor kid to control himself.

"Whahat- Wahait- Mihiguehel-" Miles stuttered, giggles already peppering every word he spoke.

"Pavitr wasn't kidding..." Miguel hummed, his claws switching from tapping with all four talons to scratching a single finger up and down every-so-gently. "You really are ticklish."

Miles whined (though it came out sounding more like a laugh), his hips trying to squirm away from the tortuous feeling. "No, noho no no Miguehel plehease-"

"And I was curious what he was saying about submitting you just by tickling..." He continued, bringing back the rest of his hand to softly claw against Miles's lowest ribs.

Even that gentle sensation brought Miles almost to the brink, his eyes practically popped out of his head and a stream of uncontrollable giggles flooded from his mouth. How the hell was it already tickling this badly??

"Mihihi- Mihihgue- Nohoho stohohop!"

"Huh." Miguel chuckled again, god that sent shivers down Miles's spine every time it happened (which really wasn't helping). "Already that bad? What about if I do this?"

The agonisingly slow clawing turned to full-handed squeezing up and down the soft part of Miles's side, and Miles shrieked. As if waking a sleeper agent, his brain seemed to suddenly (and conveniently) remember he had two arms - and only one was stuck. Half punching his opponent in desperation, Miles thudded his free hand against Miguel's back to try and push himself out.

"NOHOHOHO MIHIHIGUEHEHEL PLEHEHEASE!" He begged, legs kicking wildly without reason or result. "STOHOHOP!"

Miguel paused, lifting his head and turning it as much as he could towards Miles (only being able to see the kid from the corner of his eye). "Is that you tapping out?"

Whilst momentarily catching his breath, Miles paused. On one hand, he was rather close to death, and wasn't sure how much more of Miguel's teasing he could handle. But on the other, there was something almost precious about seeing such a weirdly personal side of the stoic man. Should he submit, and cease the frankly torturous situation he had found himself in, or should he push onwards, hoping Miguel would eventually show mercy if Miles actually needed him to (though at this stage, it was hard to say he wasn't slightly enjoying the playful interaction).

Eh, Miles was always a stubborn kid. And he was proud of it.

"Nohohope!" He shook his head, bracing himself.

Miguel gave a surprised scoff. "You really do have a ridiculous amount of stamina, huh."

Miles tried to grin cockily, though even he knew it probably looked more like a nervous invitation for Miguel to continue.

And continue he did.

Like a switch had flipped, Miguel launched his clawed hand into a rapid tickle-assault against Miles's entire torso. Within seconds, every inch of the kid's sides, ribs, stomach, and hips had been poked and squeezed and vibrated against before Miles even had the chance to react. The sudden zero-to-a-hundred spike of intensity caught the younger superhero completely off-guard, making him squeal at a pitch he genuinely didn't think he could each anymore.

"NOHOHOHO MIHIHIGUEHEHEL!" Miles cackled, twisting and writhing under his attacker.

Miguel gave a surprised laugh at the increased movement. "Hey, you asked for it kid, not my problem."

"NONONONO IHI CAHAHAN'T!"

"Ok, Ok..." Miguel playfully rolled his eyes, not that Miles could see (or really pay attention), and released the kid from his grip.

Miles flopped both arms over his face, covering his burning cheeks, and laid there for a few moments panting. Miguel chuckled, reaching to give the kid a few sympathetic pats at whatever body part was closest to him.

Seeing a hand move out of the corner of his eye, in the general direction of his stomach, Miles yelped and curled away from it in a mess of giggles. "Nonono plehease, I'm dohohone!"

Giving the final laugh of the interaction, Miguel grinned at the kid. "So there is a way to tire you out... I'll keep that in mind."

[titanicfreija]

Second Resurrection

"So what are these things?" Freija asked, creeping around the rocks and trying to see without being seen.

"Scorn. Dead and reanimated Fallen."

"Dead and reanimated.... Like me?"

"You remember when you asked if you were a zombie and I said no? And then you asked what a zombie actually is? And I said the difference was having a self?"

"You took a long time to say, 'no, these are zombies.'"

"I wasn't sure if you remembered. That was days ago."

The crash of a censer and the gasp of fire spilling over the New Light interrupted further conversation, and she scrambled away, lifting her hand cannon to fire blindly. "Shit!"

Two blaster shots in the chest turned her to the right. "Ow, ow," she reported. Another quick turn and she saw the raider before its torch slammed into her helmet. She pushed through it and ran, then forced Light into her fist and hit the next one. The fire flooded her body and felt good, and she heard dying screams, felt a rush of warmth when the flames took them down, but then a huge bolt of energy hit like a sparrow into her lower side.

"Radar!" Ghost reminded her, and she glanced long enough to see that she was surrounded. She scrambled around the rock formation, desperate for somewhere to hide.

"You're going to have to--"

"I'm trying to get--"

Another shot broke through the plate on Freija's side and punched into her ribs. She scrambled up the rocks, boots and gloves sliding on the crystals. "Fuck!"

"You're doing great, you're almost under some good cover!" The Ghost marked the Guardian's visual.

The Titan tried her best to keep cover as she made her way over, but another sniper shot entered her back and punched into her lungs. She lashed back and tried to gasp, only choking on blood, and she fell to her hands and knees.

"It's okay, Freija," the Ghost promised. "I'll get you back up and we can try again."

"Fuch," the Titan burbled, collapsing amongst the terrain. "Ow."

"It's okay. You're dying. It'll just be a minute."

"Hurss," the Titan whimpered shortly before her body fell completely limp.

~

"Guardian?"

Freija gasped and flailed with an arm that wouldn't quite do what she wanted, and she tried to get up, succeeding only in rolling over.

"Oh, no."

Only one scorn came to look, but one did, and as soon as it saw her, it raised its torch and stormed at her with a shriek.

Freija could only just roll again, which saved her once but the second swing saw the torch put a huge gouge in the helmet. Half the visuals warped and blinked, making the other half practically useless.

"Shotgun!"

She pulled the shotgun and missed the blast under its arm. It hit her head again and this time broke through. She struggled to get the gun aimed right before it landed a skull-cracking swing.

~

The second (technically third) resurrection saw the Guardian lying flat on her back amongst rocks and rubble and not much else.

Lifting her head slowly, Freija saw nothing. Heard nothing.

Feeling slowly returned to her limbs, prickling then cold. She tried to move a hand, lift her arm, but the best she could do was a stiff flop.

"I've heard about this," the Ghost said from over her head. "It's not supposed to stay this way, I forgot because I've never seen it before, but you being new, you'll struggle at first."

"....Hh.. whu... what?" Freija struggled to speak at all, let alone string thoughts together. Her mouth moved like it was full of something. (It was--her tongue wasn't doing its job either.)

"You'll be okay. It'll wear off," the Ghost promised.

"That really sucked." Freija looked to her Ghost with a subtle shake in her lip, and she rolled to her elbows to sit up.

"Yeah."

"I didn't know where to go," she remembered, looking for the intended cover. (She didn't quite get there.)

"It's okay. We'll learn together." The Ghost moved close, right next to the restored chest plate.

The Guardian removed her helmet and looked to the Ghost with wide, pained eyes and pressed lips. "I just got killed," she whispered.

"Twice," the Ghost agreed. "Then I resurrected you twice. The second and third of your life. Death isn't really something you'll need to worry about directly. Not here, anyway. We can talk more about it later."

"That kinda hurt. A lot." As she slowly gathered herself, the Guardian wriggled her fingers at herself and tested the rest of her body.

"Are you okay?"

"... Yeah," she eventually murmured, but her face strained for several seconds. "Ow."

"Does it still hurt?"

"I just got beaten to death!" cried the Guardian.

"Yes, but does it still hurt?" the Ghost pressed. "If there's physical damage, I can fix it. If there's not, then we can figure out what's next."

The Guardian took more careful stock of herself but couldn't identify any real pain....

"It feels like I should be hurt," the Titan eventually conceded.

"But you're not?"

"No."

"Then it's fine! We'll keep learning! It'll be easy one day, we'll come back in a few years and you'll remember how hard and scary this was and you'll laugh."

The Guardian creased her brow at the Ghost, who swayed nervously. "I hope so."

[incrediblygrassy]

Samtember Day 2:Bird telepathy

"Come on. What does it even do?"

I am getting pretty sick of people who aren't Torres testing out their tech with me. Who is calling the shots here? Who ran the background checks? Who's stuff is it, and who's asking for it? That's what I always didn't like about the military: everything is on a need to know basis, and I never need to know, apparently.

"It lets you communicate with the birds."

Bucky from across the room cracked up laughing with no intent of stopping anytime soon. Yeah, I sure as hell didn't ask. The poor intern smiling at me like that was actually helpful doesn't deserve my oncoming long chat, though.

"Thank you, tell whoever sent you that they should expect a very in-depth report from me on how it works."

"Ok."

They still stood there all wide-eyed and practically vibrating with the urge to do something, most likely embarrassing. 

I sighed before resetting, "Do you want a picture?"

"Yes! Thank you. Thank you. I love you so much! Yay! Thank you!"

Ah, the whole hero thing is possibly worse than a movie star. At least a movie star has a security detail. Heroes are expected to be able to protect themselves. The guy ran off looking so happy that it almost made up for it, though.

"Ah, is Captain America not a fan of children?"

"Hey, I love kids."

"What was that about anyways? I get useless upgrades all the time."

"Birds are girls in British speech."

"Oh, ha ha. Like I needed help. I mean, I am positively charming."

"Sure,  whatever lets you sleep at night."

I knocked the ex-assassin in the ribs for good measure, and we took off towards the plane to our next mission we were probably over-qualified to help out some country who didn't want us and could handle themselves.

I was glad for them, though. It beats avoiding the press and politicians. I'd rather punch some bad guy than have to withstand a conversation with someone trying to exploit my image. I worked too hard to make it an image people can look to for the courage to have it twisted to help some political agenda. Plus, it's a whole four days in some beautiful country with the only slightly unnerving staring of the Winter Soldier.

"Dude, I thought we were past this."

"Naw."

This guy exudes peak little sibling energy. Which is ironic because he was the oldest. If I point out I don't like something, like snow or his staring, then he will specifically make sure that we're on a plane to Latvia in January where he intends to stare across at me for the entire trip just to screw with me.

I looked down at the tiny piece of tech added to the goggles of my suit to distract myself. I didn't know how I felt about some government brainiacs stealing my Wakandan gear from the dry cleaners. Seems a little illegal to me. If it happens again, maybe I'll have Bucky ask Shuri to chew them out. It's her brains they're sponging off of after all.

Plucking up an iPad from the floor as it slid past during the take-off, I started breaking down the basics of how it worked. I wanted to make sure it wasn't gonna be an open mic to all the helicopters around. What was the point even? I already have a radio to tap into all the friendly and sometimes not-friendly channels. If I wanted to talk to the birds, all I have to do is call them.

By the time I determined that the whole thing was safe even if I had no clue how it worked, Bucky was concked out in a very undignified manner I just had to snap a picture of. With a little over three hours until we landed, I figured it was safe to follow suit. 

"Mornin' sleeping beauty."

"Ah, shove it, Barnes."

The insistent poking didn't stop.

"Alright, alright, I'm up."

The guy was down the stairs before I could even right myself. Or at least that's what I thought happened. He was gone gone. The guy is immune to sleep-induced slowness, I swear.

It's time to get debriefed. Bucky had better not decide midway that he couldn't handle the accented English and ask them to just give it in their native tongue again. He can understand it just fine, sure, but I'm left in the dark. Bucky has a very different idea of what essential information is.

I like knowing all the information. Too many times, we've walked into things unprepared, and it's ended with blood. The other side of being a celebrity nobody talks about is how many people hate you. Between myself and the Winter Soldier, we've checked just about every box for people's reasons to kill us in every country. 

I actually feel safer in a different country than back in the States. Normally, the armed forces we are called in to help are just as surprised and irritated about us being there as the bad guys who were expecting them, not us. They don't account for our gear and skill sets. We walk away with a lot less bruises that way. If my sniper of a partner would quit insisting on doing everything hand-to-hand, it would be a lot less bruises. The scathing looks we got for our infringement on situations that the country had "under control" on the other hand. . . made up for the lack of colors on our skin.

That's the thing. Even if you expect the looks, the words, the hits, it never makes them hurt less. It just makes you tense up, and contracted muscles can't take as much damage. Not many are mad enough or drunk enough to take a swing of any sort at us, though. They don't have to say a thing, though. We see what they think of our presence. 

Of course, nobody seems to like my presence no matter where I go or what I'm doing. That's why I'm doing what I want to do with the people I love to do it with. People don't like me, but I love people. If they're gonna make life tough, I'm gonna work to make it easier.

Bucky was at the bottom of the stairs, against which he leaned reading a book with one hand. He glanced up and flipped it closed and into some hidden pocket when I reached the bottom step.

"Ah, look who's finally up."

"Don't look so comfortable. You ready to go?"

"Ready when you are."

I started walking before continuing, "Don't be so indecisive."

"It's called being considerate."

"It's called being a pain."

"If you find pain from my kindness, I'll just have to be more rude."

"Oh, that'll be a sight to see. I didn't notice you were being kind."

"Wow, I'm glad they don't need you for your bird's eye view, for you are oblivious."

"Oblivious?"

"Oblivious."

I let him have it as we approached the base. No use appearing divided in front of people who don't even understand what we're arguing about. 

"Wow, look what the cat dragged in."

"Ho, ho. Get a look at these songbirds."

"Hey, peacock. Ain't it time for you to head back south?"

"Yeah, we don't want you're eye sore around here."

The whispers weren't really whispering this time. They were pretty loud, almost as if they were coming through the suit's headset. I wasn't half as colorful as Steve, though, so they're just making fun out of principle. America isn't even south, though, guys. 

So the crowd's more brash than usual. This is looking out to be a great start.

The higher-ups finally got done begrudgingly debriefing us. The only thing brightening their sour looks was Bucky's Latvian inquiries. He wasn't even listening to the answers he just wanted to give them the chance to not have to obey the rules of English grammar. 

It was simple. In and out. Terrorists, hostages, the works. Something a small team would probably be better for, but the politicians back in Washington need something good to blow in the public's face that we did for the baltic states to cover up some equivalently gross deed.

I only let it happen because at least those good soldier's lives aren't at stake. I can't count the number of times we've walked into "easy" situations that turn out to have hydra or alien weaponry that blows the whole ordeal into another category. 

It gets ugly fast.

"Ugg, they're back."

Well, good to see you too. Oh, don't give me that confused look.

"So, how do you feel about being stuck in a nest?" I asked Bucky once we cleared the compound.

"He speaks of nests. Poser."

What is that even supposed to mean?

Bucky answered as if the lingering voice wasn't there, "Eh, makes me feel like a glorified cop."

"Don't all these do that?"

"Yeah."

"Then we'll be fine and back in the States in time for the Sunday football game."

He shot me a look that said, "Now that's more my speed."

Then, a truck pulled up to whisk Bucky away to his sniper spot. I was left to be my own ride. Good thing I have a GPS in this thing because I don't remember how to get there at all.

Unfortunately, I was bombarded, not 20 seconds in, "Hey, bozo, watch where you're flying!"

"Abort abort! Bank left. Bank Left! *Donald Duck Noises* Who gave that idiot a license."

It doesn't make sense. With all the air rushing past, the only thing I can hear are the coms. Nobody is that snarky on the comms, usually upon seeing me. 

"Hey, this is bird altitude, buck-o. Go a few hundred meters up if you want in the skies."

Bird altitude? Really? I'm sure there's some other environmentalist plan that doesn't inhibit my ability to get a job done that can be focused on for the 16 hours I plan to be in this country. I do not need a ticket for violating air space rules.

"Ah, Piper, isn't this a nice-- ahh!"

Where is the mute button on this thing? This idle chatter is driving me nuts.

"Yeah, us too buck-o."

What?

Oh, birds.

"No, really? What you thought we were chickens?"

There's a roof, I'm finding an off switch. This is gonna get me killed.

"Yeah, because if we have to hear you think, we're gonna do it ourselves."

Understood.

I'm issuing a formal complaint when I get back. I might enjoy writing this report.

Bucky's never gonna believe this one.

"SHUT UP!"

No bird telepathy today, that's for sure.

[pancake-breakfast]

Took me longer than anticipated to get back to this. Let's see how far I can get through Volume 3 tonight. Hopefully, I'll at least pass Puppetman up....

Archive

Trigun Volume 1: Covers + 1-3, 3 Detailed Thoughts, 4, 4 DT, 5-6, 5-6 + DT, 6 DT, 7-8, 9-10

Trigun Volume 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 1 Supplemental Research, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8

TriMax Volume 1: Covers + 1-2, 2 DT, 3-4, 3 DT, 5-6

TriMax Volume 2: Covers + 1, 2-4, 5, 6-7

TriMax Volume 3: Covers + 1-3

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 3, Chapters 4-5 below.

Chapter 4: Emilio the Player

Oh, hey. We're starting back with Brad instead of with Vash or Wolfwood or the girls.

"Something must've happened to them." Do I want to know? I probably don't want to know. Am I gonna find out anyway? Of course I am.

I still don't know who Emilio is. But it just occurred to me that "player" can also mean "actor," and Puppetman thinks of what he is doing in terms of a play, so that might be it.

Puppetman is talking about winning, but Vash has already lost. He has lost so much already. This isn't a fight where Vash comes out on top. It's one where he tries to survive while somehow keeping the core of his being intact. But I'd hesitate to call the bare basics of getting through this a true "win" scenario.

Ugh, Vash with the girl he accidentally shot. I love how his coat is just... going nuts behind him. What is physics? It doesn't matter anymore. Coat is now a part of him and it reaches out both like a defensive shell and like grasping claw, ready to tear apart whatever threatens them next.

Oh, good. I'm glad I'm not the only one who doesn't know who the heck Emilio is.

LOL, NOBODY knows who Emilio is.

Dude. Did Vash just get in Puppetman's brain??

Ooh, Puppetman didn't like the name Isabel. What's more, Vash knew he wouldn't like it, and deliberately paused before delivering it.

Puppetman's having a meltdown. Good for him. Please melt more.

VASHU ZA STAMPEEEEEEDOOOOOOO!!!!

🎵 It's raining men! 🎵 🎵 Hallelujah, it's raining... wait, those are just doll parts. That's not as fun.

"Why are there so many?" Please, Brad. Stop asking questions neither of us want the answer to.

Mmm, that's bad. Looks like maybe Puppetman got the doc. Oh, gods. Just thinking about what the equivalent would be in Stampede makes me want to curl up into a little ball and die.

I wonder if in all this, some part of Vash wished Wolfwood was just a bit closer to speed things along. Then again, I don't think Vash would linger on such a thought. Not while cradling a girl he accidentally shot in his arm. Not when Wolfwood might make a similar mistake with a far greater chance of fatality.

Oh, so Emilio doesn't know he's Emilio. Dang. NO ONE. NO ONE KNOWS WHO EMILIO IS.

LOL, he forgot about his little doll boy whose name I already forgot.

Is... Puppetman melting? I thought Ninelives had the monopoly on self-inflicted body horror this round.

Where'd the girl go?

Did... Vash set off the sprinklers?? With a Molotov cocktail???

Tasty shot of Vash silhouette in the sprinkler rain. Pure art, this.

Six miles of string? That's too much string.

Wet, angry Vash!

Don't grind your teeth until they crack, kids. You need your teeth for the rest of your life.

RIP Puppetman's hands. I bet he wasn't a fan of his own blood circulation, anyway.

Wet, tired Vash. Someone get this man a warn towel and a hot beverage.

Vash isn't doing so hot, is he....

Uhhh, what are all these little cross boxes???

Thank you, Brad, for asking a question that's actually helpful this time.

Oh, that must be Isabel.

Chapter 5: The Long Goodbye

Oh, shoot. She's awake.... -ish.

Ah, let's just upgrade that "oh, shoot," to an "oh, shit." Brad's in, like, the WORST possible place to be right now.

Eyyyy, it's my boi Wolfwood! He looks tiiiiiired. But maybe Ninelives is out of lives? Maybe? Possibly???

Ew, he has PEOPLE in him!

LOL, Wolfwood just punching the shit out of the weird little people. I don't blame him, TBH. I'd have had enough of this creep show already.

Strangling the old man-baby thing.... As priests do....

GoshDARNIT, this thing won't DIE!!!

Ms. Bingo?? I don't know if that's supposed to be her name or if Brad's making a pun on how she's the thing they needed to find in all this.

Oops, Puppetman knocked over all his precious boxes 'cause he was pissed at Brad.

Ah, that box does not, in fact, appear to be full of doll. Brad's reaction to its contents is... reasonable.

I know Brad is kind of a jerk, but I do hope he gets out of here ok. I'm glad he's keeping his head about him in spite of everything.

Ok, I don't know what's going on here. The... ship is... coming apart... I think??

Ah, yeah. There goes a chunk.

Puppetman, saved by his strings.

Wait, Vash!? Ugh, babygirl....

Messy-haired Vash! Messy-haired Vash!!!

Yeah, there's a reason we don't tie MILES of string to our fingers. You can take a little physical pain to your hands, Puppetman. And losing your doll lady, too. I'm cool with that.

WTF, now there are mini-puppets? And they're attacking Vash?! No! Go away, mini-puppet!

I guess that's one way to commit suicide.

Wolfwood, behind you. WOLFWOOD, BEHIND YOU!!!

AAAAHHHH!!!! GIrls! Milly looks like she's having a blast. I'm so proud of them!

LOLOL, Wolfwood is shook.

And Vash is here, too! The party is back together! Hooray!

I mean, THAT sure went from agony to pure silliness fast.... I might need a moment to process....

[holywitchkid]

Inspo from this song

Who: Tovah Sandoval & Cas Jameson Where: Oasis Apartments (Tovah's Apartment, Silver Lake, CA) When: Nov. 15th, 2023

I've known it from the very start We're a shot in the darkest dark

Hating the way he pinched at the places on her body that had left scars - faint now but they were there. The scars and the stretch marks that even Australian oils didn't seem to diminish from over a year ago when she binged mostly every night after the last time Cas came around - not that she was ever the epitome of health well ever, but her thirties were proving not so buoyant. "Don't—" she said soft with a hand dominating the space as she rolled over to the Ikea dresser next to her bed, scootching closer to grab the pipe.

"I see how it is - never change Tov, never change." Cas repeated lazily, pulling himself up against the headboard. So comfortably with his hands above his head with interlocked fingers, for a moment she caught a glimpse of his expression while looking around the room - a room that had to feel so foreign to him, she imagined. The tapestries were gone the wall of changing colors was simple and a soothing purple now. There were no pictures anymore, it was tidy (er), no leftover bowls sitting growing dust, no half-full water glasses littering every corner anymore like she was the little girl in Signs trying to save herself from Aliens. There were bouts of course but intrinsically she felt different. Better. There was no more him and she had changed... hadn't she?

I'm standing on a tightrope, alone I hold my breath a little bit longer Halfway out the door, but it won't close "I used to let you always touch me." Telling him, determined to make herself not feel like she'd gone mad, he was either wrong or he was trying to save face and play it casual. But they weren't ever casual. Maybe pressing was stupid and she knew that. It's what got him to leave the last time too, but to her she was right, right and hurt that two small words could make it seem like he never knew her at all. Almost ten years could be reduced to casualties and she didn't know how to fit into the new them.

"Right well, I mean— you didn't last time I was here. And anyways that doesn't really matter now does it? You've got your reasons I'm not gonna go into any of that again, you know?" "Here." Tovah said quiet as she passed the rainbow-colored pipe she'd made sure to secure the first hit from - exhaling as if the words he'd just said were somehow filling the room like the smoke that surrounded them now. "Bro, then why are you here?" The laugh that came through the cough wasn't insincere it was a mask. A shaky one and an ancient one that's cracks took over, "Sometimes you're the only one I want to talk about this shit with, you were the only one there when— I only get to talk to Doc Pam Anderson tits once a month." A pang of guilt at letting that come out of her subconscious, she really liked her once in a blue moon psychiatrist.

Why'd you have to lead me on? Why'd you have to twist the knife? Walk away and leave me bleeding, bleeding

Knowing she'd struck a nerve after he'd taken his hit he was on his feet, shirt thrown on and back to the pipe for another, "Yeah well that's enough, she can be your punching bag."

"—that's not fair, that's her job. You're supposed to talk to the people that you care about and that you know, are actually a part of your world too...closure and stuff." Tovah said, surprising herself and almost instantly regretting floating the concept of closure to Cas.

"We haven't ever had closure, Tov." he says, calmer than before. Rolling back to the same spot against the headboard like he was ready to talk, his own version of a reformed addict and armchair coach, "What do you need? Some AA 12 step thing, to apologize to me? I'm all ears." Now I'm pacing on shaky ground Strike a match, then you blow it out It's not fair 'Cause you kiss me and it stops time And I'm yours, but you're not mine You're not there

Not good with pent-up passive frustrations anymore, at least not with him, so this time there would be no grace period. No nuanced conversations where each would make the other feel small just a red light and go. "Oh my God you're making me feel crazy! Why do you come back here every five months out of nowhere like we weren't some fucking Eminem song for ten years? You really fucking hate me don't you? That's all it is isn't it? You beat me? Is that what you want to hear? Congratulations. I'm the idiot that you can plow through, legs wide open with the good- no, great fucking weed. I make you feel so fucking big don't I? You don't have to fuck with my problems anymore, I'm not you're obligation and you can revel at how far you've come without me — oh and so you know, you're Em. Not me."

There was a beat of silence, nervous like she used to be when shit started to get thrown across the room. She wouldn't be the first this time, she wouldn't lift a hand - instead felt a wave of tired. Hallow, deep in her chest. It was like the last time in that the second they started talking about real stuff it imploded. They used to be able to talk about anything and everything with each other. He used to be her safe space. Now she looked through hazy rage and sad longing.

"You're so stupid this is so stupid— every fucking time Tovah, Every. Fucking. Time. You can't figure out your shit and I'm the bad guy. Fine, whatever you need to tell yourself to keep from fucking jumping out the goddamn window." He too lashed out harshly, already off the bed from when she started in on him but there was that tired too. It wasn't the after-sex, no she knew him better than that. She felt her chest tightening then releasing softly, "—And I'm Not Eminem I'm fucking Dr. Dre!" Tovah frowned and made a face of amusement when they went to these places only the two of them would understand. "Oh like that's any better, he's just locked in Em's basement and dead. Fucker." It was comical, she knew. Both of them like they we in sync faultered at the corners of their mouths.

I'm standing on the sidewalk, alone I wait for you to drive by I was trying to see the cards that you won't show I'm about to fold unless you say, "Don't go" I would stay forever if you say, "Don't go"

"You're gonna lock me in your basement?" he says, quietly, tender.

"I don't have a basement." she told him with solidity, Oasis apartments literally didn't have a basement. Playing along with her own stupid metaphor.

There was a beat where they stared at each other until Cas broke eye contact and looked to the floor and quickly back up, a quiet understanding flicked between the two and she could swear she saw tears, "I think you have me locked in someone's basement then. You gotta let me out, Tov."

"You can't keep coming around. Or calling me. Not unless...you love me still and want to fix this." Swallowing the lump in her throat, Tovah's chest swelled and her stomach filled with what could be mistaken for butterflies, all she'd once again left in his hands for a future.

"That's not fair Tov...you know I gotta go. We'll uh, we'll just say bye. Yeah? Yeah." The rattle of his keys, the swash of his jeans on the way to the door across the tile. Left in that moment with her own longstanding heartache and a relief that he had said nothing back.

Why'd you have to make me want you? Why'd you have to give me nothing back? Why'd you have to make me love you? I said, "I love you," you say nothing back

"

[nothinggathers]

For the ask game 12, 16, 24

(I completely forgot who all I asked so sorry if this is my second ask)

It wasn't your second , but oh, boy, you asked for it...

12. Unpopular character you actually like and why more people should like them

You know, I don't actually know for this one. Mostly because I don't really know who the unpopular characters are. North is an easy answer, because she's hated, but she's hated because of the way she was written, and she was written by a stupid white dude that likes to sexually abuse female characters in his work and then have them cleansed through relationships with the male hero. But this isn't supposed to be about why DC should have been smacked over the head with a hardback copy of his three hundred thousand word script. And North has quite the ardent defence squad, and honestly, the fact they can pick a salvageable, likeable character out of the mess this script made her is awesome, and good for them.

When it comes to characters that I think the game wanted us to like that a lot of the fandom, justifiably, doesn't, I think I'd choose Carl. I kind of like Carl. I don't think the game wanted you to examine his relationship with Leo too closely, and they clearly wanted you to view Carl as Markus' father figure, including having Markus breakdown and call him Dad. And of course, it's a DC game, so all of that is handled with the nuance and subtlety of a railgun. But the thing I like about Carl is that he's trying. He knows he fucked up with Leo, and I think he took Markus as a chance to try and do better, and yeah, Markus was absolutely trapped in that gilded cage and required to take orders he may not have agreed with right up until he deviated, but Carl is one of the few humans that is not a total piece of shit to his android. I think more of us would probably be like Carl if realistically humanoid androids became commonplace. We'd get attached, and we'd treat them like members of the family, and we'd make mistakes and do shit that's insensitive in hindsight, and I think most of the humans in the game should have been more like Carl rather than the humans we see. Where the next closest thing we see to a human being decent to an android is Hank, and I adore Hank but hoo boy. I mean Hank gets there quickly (a week! a week! he goes from "If I had my way I'd toss the lot of you in a dumpster and set a match to it" to "So if I don't potentially aid and abet something I'm starting to think might be a genocide then you personally are going to be killed? Aight, lemme just end my career and punch this FBI dude in the face" IN A WEEK) but he sure doesn't start out as pleasantly supportive as Carl does.

So yeah, Carl. I think Carl is how most of us would be. His ownership doesn't come from a place of malice, but one of ignorance, and he's willing to learn.

Of course his proselytizing can get in the bin, but, again, DC, railgun, hardback copy of his own script until he stops twitching.

16. I have already answered here and that one's also a doozy.

24. Topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

Oh god.... Uhh...

Yeah, it's Hankcon. The anti-hankcon shippers have some fucking takes. If you see it as a father/son relationship then crack on, you do you, but that's not how I see it, but I'm a groomer, or a paedo, or I support incest, or whatever the fuck else take I'm gonna hear next.

Connor is an android modeled after a 30 year old (at the time) man. He is smarter than Hank, and he has programming based in manipulation and ingratiating himself with humans.

Hank is an actual human being, a police lieutenant, and his age is given as 53.

These characters are not physically related. None of these characters are children. None of them are emotionally equivalent to children, and the next person to tell me that Connor is functionally only a few months old is gonna be told to go for the Reed900 shippers because the RK900 is barely days old.

The main reason I don't go in for father/son with these two, aside from the fact that I think they have a very different chemistry together than that, is that I don't like what that implies for Hank's story arc as a character. I like Hank. I want him, in the happy ending of the game, to walk away from it learning that he has a reason to live, and that androids are people, and moving on to live his life and deal with his grief over the loss of his son in a healthy way. He still has something to contribute to the world, and there are still things in the world worth making the effort of contributing for.

I do not want him to latch on to Connor as a replacement goldfish for his dead child. The fact that Connor can come back from death only makes that worse. It means Hank isn't growing and moving on, he's just using Connor as a crutch.

And I don't like that. It feels icky.

But tell that to people and ho lee shitballs do you get some bullshit fired back at you.

[squaregoals]

Ah, Prove I Can Crack

A Future Raphael (RotTMNT) drabble 🟥🐢

The conference room was quiet as Raph left through the door, and he tried his best not to slam it shut. He couldn't do that, not right now. He just had to make it to his personal punching bag and then he could properly vent his frustrations.

He had just been chewed out by both Donnie and Leo for losing one of the tanks in his squad. It had been lost in an ambush. Raph had narrowly been able to route the Kraang and get his people to safety before it got too serious. But they had lost the tank in the process, as it had bursting into a brilliant fireball that would have scorched off Raph's eyebrows if he had any. 

The tank itself was not an easy build and had a lot of the more advanced technology onboard, so it's loss was an actual one. Even if the situation wasn't necessarily Raph's fault, he was in charge of his division and therefore was responsible for equipment and vehicles in said division. Just the same as him being responsible for his people. 

So when he got to the conference room he wasn't surprised when he was reprimanded by Leo, as he's the leader and a loss like that needed to be addressed. But Raph was annoyed that Donnie had joined in as well, upset for the loss of the tech and for Raph not bringing the scrap metal back. He didn't need their twin tag team effort, and he almost lost his cool during the debrief turned dressing down.

Almost being the key word.

Almost, because he also realized very quickly from their eyes and mannerisms that they were more upset because of how close of a call it was for Raph. He had been right next to the tank when it was ambushed, and had even jumped in it to pull his men out as it started to shoot up flames. 

The reality that they could have lost their older brother to something so unforeseen truly seemed to shake them deeper than either would admit. So as they took turns in yelling and hissing, Raph decided to be the bigger person both literally and metaphorically. He let them get whatever they needed to say out of their systems, and just nodded along and apologized when needed.

He knew he could work out the twinge of embarrassment and damage to his pride by beating the crap out of some dummies and getting physical with his weight set.

It also didn't help some of their points, while from a place of fear and anger, actually were fair.

~~

Raph made it to the workout and training room he was shooting for, it being one just for his division he led. Others of course could join in and use the equipment, but the scouts from Donnie's division or the regular soldiers from Leo's didn't really need to lift or stay bulked up like his people did.

Sometimes those that ran in Leo's shock squad or Donnie's infiltrators would come in leading up to a mission, as a way to keep themselves hyped up. But it was mainly used by Raph's division.

Surprisingly there was a scout and a tanker using a bench press when Raph got in.

Surprising because the tanker was acting as spotter, with the scout lifting. Though, from the way they were talking, this was less a workout and more like a date. Neither noticed Raph enter, just staring at each other with the scout occasionally lifting the bar with it's light weight attached.

Raph just chuckled under his breath, and made his way to the opposite corner of the room. He wasn't about to interrupt a wholesome moment between what was either two lovers or just two flirting. Especially since feelings and displays like that were the sort of thing that they were all fighting for, and what kept a lot of them going.

Raph stepped up to the various dummies propped against the wall, and dragged out to set up his personal one. Donnie had somehow made it to where it would absorb and store the impact without breaking the dummy. Raph just had to let Donnie know after it started blinking a light at the top, so that Donnie could come by and take the energy it had stored from Raph beating the crap out of it. He'd then go use it to power or make other bits of tech, or use it in testing.

All made possible science that Donnie had explained to Raph several times, but Raph couldn't ever quite remember the specifics. Just the general idea was enough, beat it up and it would store that energy used.

~~

He made it start blinking by the end of the night, and let Donnie know. A formality, really, since he knew Donnie was likely watching him like a hawk through the cameras after their talk. Raph had grown used to it, and just shrugged it off as he walked over to the weights.

The couple had left earlier, and he was alone. Which meant he could go all out without having to reign it in.

He needed to get stronger. Better. Always, since he was the strength of the group. If he fell, who would support them?

Losing was a luxury he couldn't afford. Not if they wanted to do anything against this alien menace.

Raph would be the rock, and not break.

He'll never accept defeat.

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A/N: Whoops accidentally slipped some of my apocalypse future/bad future au world building in there. Small bit of exposition in Raph's little drabble. Next is Leo's, which I actually wrote first weeks ago. It wasn't meant as a warm-up like the other three have been.

[gltownsend]

This is super long, but it did turn out to have the word frantic in it twice (oops) so maybe that makes up for it. It also features a reasonably explicit (but not graphic) scene of a character being seriously injured and almost dying, so content warning for that.

- (Nikora perspective)

It was very quick. A short, sharp grating noise. The animal charged from behind–head lowered–antlers forwards– Tijil's head cracked open easily as the shell of a seed between stones. He crumpled. The animal bolted for the trees.

Distantly, through the roaring in Nikora’s ears, Edie was yelling. It only took two long dazed steps—infinity—for him to fall to his knees at Tijil's side. Nikora couldn't see Tijil’s face—his hair was scattered messy over it now like it never was—but his head didn't look the right shape.

Darkness was spreading out from underneath it. Nikora touched it, uncomprehending. His fingers came away wet.

Tijil took a very shallow breath and the world came into violent focus. Nikora realised his own breath was coming fast, ragged, shaky. Tijil. He didn't know what to do. No. He didn't know where he could touch– what he would make worse– his fingers were red. Tijil. There was so much of it, dark, hot. He realised he was talking under his breath, running the words together with panic– fuck, Tijil, oh, no, fuck, just– no, hold still, no, don't, Tijil, no, Tijil–

Adityi crashed to his side, already scrambling one hand for Tijil's wrist and one for his head, shoving his hair—damp and sticky—out of the way. Tijil. Blood left thick glistening trails over her fingers and hand. Nikora gagged like he was the one injured. Tijil–

He didn't understand. He couldn't– his brain wasn't putting the picture together from the pieces, fragmented– shattered– shards of dark brown skin going colourless and gasps growing quieter and blood and blood and blood–

The dry leaves crunched under his feet as they came to the edge of the forest. Nikora whipped around frantically—terrified—filled with adrenaline—shaking—to Tijil, walking calmly at the tail of the group.

Keeping an eye on everyone else like it was them who needed protection.

All of Nikora's breath left him in a short, sharp, sound like he'd been punched. Tijil's eyes immediately swung to him. I love you. The incomprehensible terror, the sickening dread, the incoherent grief boiled in him and were joined by an overwhelming jittery feeling of injustice and rage. How dare Tijil just walk there like– nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t– I love you.

Maybe if he thought it hard enough Tijil would feel it and stay safe forever.

By now, he had stopped walking for long enough that everyone else had come to a kind of uncoordinated pause and were looking at him like he was going to say something.

The eyes on him were nerve-wracking now. His legs were numb. He felt a bit like they weren't actually supporting him, like the tremor had overcome him. Forced him to the floor. How could he just be– standing, after that–

"I want to take a break," he announced, then slung his backpack to the ground and sunk down beside it almost uncontrolled. His voice had stayed steady, like it didn't even know. He couldn't let them go in there, not this time– he couldn't let it happen again. Tijil. He couldn't.

Tijil looked around to the others, almost confused but not quite. I love you.

But he sat next to Nikora—much more gracefully—and after he did, everyone else sat as well.

"I want to go around the forest," Nikora said, quieter. His voice was shaky, now that he was just talking to Tijil. I love you. I love you. Tijil's eyes were dark and warm and alive. His skin was brown and glowing in the sun and not-grey and alive, alive, alive. "We can't go through– in there."

"Why?" It sounded almost like an accusation. Of course Tijil could tell Nikora knew something he didn't. He always knew things like that. I love you.

"I'll tell you later," Nikora said, even though he wouldn't. He couldn't. He didn't think he would ever be able to put it into words, those few terrified, frantic, adrenaline-filled moments where the world ended hot and sticky and red. The hopeless grief for something that hadn't even quite happened yet but was only seconds away, the dread of futility, the regret and pain and fear and–

Already the intensity of the emotion was fading in the sunlight like a bad dream, his hands stilling, his voice smoothing out. He would never have been able to do it justice– he would never have been able to make Tijil understand. And he couldn't trivialise it– couldn't say we already went through there and you died like it was nothing. Like it hadn’t– affected him. Like the word affected was anywhere even close to describing the mind-consuming devastation of the world dropping out from under his feet.

Tijil already knew Nikora wasn't going to tell him– he studied Nikora intently. Nikora could see in his face. Most people Nikora had talked to about it—everyone except Tijil’s mum—thought Tijil was hard to read. Nikora didn’t. It normally gave him a strange sense of pride. Right now it was all relief. I love you.

Tijil looked at him for a long time, but they went around the forest.

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[robinofgothamcity]

♡ scenario: connor losing his mind when you're hurt and charging into the fight recklessly.

♡ pairing: connor kent ( superboy ) x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / i'm sorry but i'm living for these angst to fluff moments rn especially bc i rewatched reign of the superman and forgot how much i loved connor in it.

Connor watched as you were completely slumped on the side of the building, no longer clear headed and struggling to stay awake. what was supposed to be a clean and easy mission turned out to be more than what the league expected.

he had requested for back up and while they were already trying to fight off the thugs that were attacking Connor, he could still see that you were fighting to stay alive and he had no idea if you were even going to come out of this fight alive.

"what the fuck?" Connor whispered, seeing you now slumped on the ground. he turned to the person who attacked you, eyes fully red with no intention of holding back. Clark could sense his song was a second away from committing murder as he saw Connor charge into the heart of the battle with no game plan, just murder.

"SUPERBOY NO!"

+

you waved shyly to the group of league members as you hid behind Wonder Woman. you were new to the scene of sidekicks and had no idea how to even introduce yourself without sounding like a complete idiot.

"woah new girl!" you heard a male voice say as you stood in your place petrified. you had no idea who it was as Diana had yet to individually introduce you to everyone, "i call dibs!" you heard the same voice say.

Diana turned to you before grabbing the boy who was charging towards you by the head and tossed him back to Superman, "she's not up for 'dibs' Superboy. she's my newest apprentice and you will treat her as such," she threatened.

you giggled behind her as a few of the sidekicks introduced themselves. you knew them as the Young Justice team and although you weren't formally with the team, you figured Diana was training you to become apart of them in the future.

"( your hero name ), this is Superboy," Wonder Woman said, "he associated to the Super family," she explained as he pushed up his dark circled glasses and flicked his hair back, "pleasure is all mine," he muttered, shaking your hand.

you returned a tiny smile before she continued to introduce you to Robin and Impulse. you noticed how Superboy kept his eyes on you. you had no idea if it was because he liked you or he disliked you but every time you turned to look at him, he was already staring at you.

after introductions and the cliche 'your real identity is sacred' conversation ended, Diana felt it was for your own good to get used to your new 'teammates'. she wanted you to make sure you weren't uncomfortable around any of the YJ team even if that included Superboy.

"so, what do you like to do for fun?" Wonder Girl asked, sitting down next to you and handing you a bowl of popcorn. you shrugged, "uh, not much. I like to watch tv and read for the most part. no one really invites me to do things with them," you admitted, scratching the back of your head.

she laughed, putting her arm around you, "well that ends today! we should all do something fun! how about we go to the county fair? doesn't that sound fun?" she asked. you shrugged, not really opposed to the idea, "I call all the rides with ( your hero name )!" Jinny replied.

you smiled, following her and Wonder Girl out the door as Robin, Impulse, and Superboy followed behind you. Robin looked at him, "you like her don't you?" he asked, already calculating the minute Connor had fallen in love with you.

"well she's apart of the team, i'd like to hope we'd all like her," he replied as Robin shook his head, "no, you get what i mean by that," Robin pressed as he could see Connor's face fall with realization. he didn't reply but he could tell what he was tell Connor's real answer through his face.

as they arrived to the fair, they all booked it to the first food stand they saw. Robin offering to pay for everyone being Bruce Wayne's son had its benefits. you ordered a simple coffee as you didn't want Robin to spend too much on everyone.

"what ride should we all get on first?" Jinny asked excitedly. you pointed to the tallest ride, it was one of those high rides that sat two people at the top and had them spinning around, "oh I can't do that. it's way too scary," both Keli and Jinny said.

Superboy smiled at you, "I'm down if you are," he said as he grabbed two tickets from the worker, "cool," you replied as the two of you walked to the line, sweat already building up from nervousness.

once they sat the two of you and made sure you were both buckled in, you stared at Superboy nervously as the ride started up and pulled you up before immediately starting to spin. you stared at Superboy, screaming for you life. you unintentionally grabbed his arms, not realizing you were holding onto him as you continued to yell.

Superboy chuckled, finding your reaction cute.

+

after the months passed and you finally grew closer to everyone on the team, you were particularly close with Jinny and Superboy. you and Jinny shared a lot of common interests as she showed you how to shoot a gun and Superboy...well, everyone could tell the two of you were just seconds away from actually dating.

you walked into the YJ lair, sipping on hot chocolates with Jinny as the weather was turning cold. she was cracking some cringe dad jokes, trying to make you laugh as you tried to contain from choking on the hot chocolate.

"hey, where we yall at?" Keli asked. you turned to Jinny before giggling, "just doing a few errands we had to run before I had patrol with Superboy," you said, not really clarifying on what you both were actually doing.

although everyone could see how much you liked Connor, Connor himself thought you had a thing with Jinny. he knew she was particularly close with you and felt as though he was practically competing with her for your attention.

"do you have my phone?" you asked Jinny as she dug into her pocket and handed it to you. you grabbed your phone before quickly snatching her hat and putting it on, "yee-haw," you giggled into the mirror as Jinny started chasing you down the halls.

as you turned a corner, you bumped into Superboy and fell flat on your ass, "oh, I'm sorry Superboy, I didn't see you there," you groaned as Jinny grabbed her had and put it back on her, "you've yee'd your last haw," she said, making you laugh harshly.

Superboy's eye couldn't help but twitch as he gave you his hand, "ready for patrol?" he asked sternly. you looked to Jinny who crept away from the angry Kryptonian and left you to deal with him, "yeah, let me just freshen up again and I'll meet you outside," you murmured, going into the bathroom.

you quickly used the bathroom before checking if you had everything. you opened the door and walked into the lair's common area. Connor had yet to drop the angry attitude and everyone was eerily silent as you walked in. he grabbed you by the arm and practically rushed you out the door.

"weird," Jinny told Robin as he shrugged, "what isn't weird about him," he replied making everyone laugh.

patrol started extremely awkward. you hadn't felt this weird since you first started on the team and you had no idea what was wrong with Superboy since he wasn't telling you.

the two of you walked on top of roof, scanning the empty roads before you turned to look at him, "what's up? you seem bothered," you asked him as you both sat on the ledge, "seriously? you seem annoyed at me or something so at the very least you can try and tell me what's wrong," you pressured again.

he looked at you with eyes of determination before grabbing you by the collar of the shirt and pulling you into a very heated kiss. you were taken back by surprise but let him continue to kiss you. a part of yelled at Connor pulled you close but another part of him was still screaming at him that you still could've liked Jinny.

"I had to do that before Jinny officially took you away from me," your eyes fluttered in confusion, "uh, what do you mean by 'take you away from me'?" you asked, not knowing what he was talking about.

Connor sighed in frustration, "I see the way you're around Jinny and figured that she likes you and vice versa," he finally admitted as he stood up, not wanting to hear your response. you quickly stood up and grabbed him by the wrist, "hey wait," you said.

he stared at you, "I'm really not in the mood to get rejected ( your hero name )," he ran his fingers through his hair annoyed. you shook your head, "I don't like Jinny nor does she like me. we're just really close friends Superboy," you whispered, bringing him into another kiss.

this time, he was the one taken back but he melted into the kiss, all his negative emotions washing away as you continued to kiss him. he wrapped his arms around your waist as you him in closer by the neck. Connor was definitely not expecting this tonight.

"so does this mean that we're like....together together?" you asked playfully shy. Connor let out a laugh before lacing your hands together, "clearly. I can't let Jinny steal you away from me," he jokingly replied.

+

Connor ran to the three different henchmen as his strength was to the point of killing, not caring if he died in the process. he was recklessly dodging bullets, knowing they wouldn't do anything to him. he grabbed the first man and threw him against a wall as it collapsed around him. Connor only hoping that it did enough damage to unalive him.

the second one he managed to choke him out enough to the point where he passed out but that wasn't enough for him. you were on the brink of death and if he had to see you die, he was going to make sure the men who possibly killed you got what they deserved.

"SUPERBOY!" he heard his father scream again. Connor paid no attention to him as he grabbed the third henchman and slammed him to the ground, throwing punches left and right, "listen to me," Clark screamed at him.

he could see the tears coming down Connor's face as anger, fear, and sadness clouded his mind, "this is not you! pull out of it!" he yelled, shaking Connor's shoulder, "you're about to kill this man. I get that you're angry but you don't get anything out of hurting him. all you get it consequences and your girlfriend needs you right now more than ever!" he continued.

Connor finally shook himself out of his trance as he heard his dad telling him to go to you. Connor nodded and ran to you, seeing you unconscious and hardly breathing, "I'm taking her to the hospital," he yelled to Batman before hauling your body into his arms and flying towards the nearest hospital.

once he finally reached the emergency doors, he shoved everyone out of his way and to the front desk, "she needs help...NOW!" he yelled to the poor receptionist. the girl jumped up from fear but nodded and screamed for a bed and a few doctors.

the doctor asked Connor to place you on the bed before the doctor told him that he could follow them inside. a part of Connor wanted to straight up move the doctor to follow you into the OR but he knew that he'd get into more trouble with his dad and the MPD if he hurt anyone else.

for what felt like hours, he was waiting inside of the room they had told him you'd be in once you got out of surgery. he had already gotten the lecture from his dad about the consequences he would've gotten if he actually managed to kill the three men earlier.

"she's going to make it," the doctor told Connor as he walked into the room while they adjusted you to the bed. Connor nodded, "she'll be out of duty for months. she sustained a lot of injuries to her body that'll take weeks to recover and she got a nasty concussion so you'll need to play doctor for the next few weeks to make sure she's okay," he explained.

Connor nodded as the doctor told him that you should be waking up within the next few hours. Connor adjusted himself on the seat and got comfortable as he had no intentions of leaving your side until you were awake and ready to leave the hospital.

you woke up a few hours later, your body killing you from all over as you saw balloons all around the room. you knew you had landed in the hospital but you had no idea how long you were asleep or in a coma even. you turned to see Connor passed out next to you, his body slumped awkwardly.

"Kon, Kon wake up!" you whispered, shaking him softly. Connor jumped up in a fright as he immediately realized you were awake, "how do you feel? are you okay? do you need anything?" he immediately asked as you couldn't help but laugh at his frantic attitude.

"Connor, I'm okay, I promise," you whispered as you brought him in for a kiss, "my body just hurts and i'm still kinda tired," you murmured as Connor nodded. you managed to wiggle yourself enough to make space for him, "babe, it looks like you haven't slept in days."

"I had to make sure you were okay so i haven't exactly slept in a while," he admitted sheepishly. you shook your head, "you're too much sometimes," you giggled as you put your head on his shoulder, "but you love me regardless," he replied.

this was the first time the L word had came up in the relationship, "yeah, I guess I do but now you need to sleep," you said as you closed your eyes and felt Connor pull you closer to him, "I love you too by the way," you whispered, giving him another kiss on his partially exposed chest.

[thatgirlstrawberry]

Cold Coffee

In which Spencer and Y/N relieve each other's stress

Spencer ReidxFem!reader

Warnings : Smut!!! Fluff, penitrative seggs, oral (fem receiving), praise, all that good stuff!

You had been working all night. You worked from home while Spencer was still at the office. It was almost one am and you were getting stressed out. You'd been over this same sheet of paperwork thousands of times but something wasn't right. You began not to care because all she wanted to do was take a drink and go to sleep.

You took her eyes off of the paper when she heard the front door open. Your stressed expression washed away when she saw Spencer walk through the door with two cups of coffe. "You didn't stop for that did you?" She asked, getting up from the dining room table.

Spencer smiled and rolled his eyes. "Well hello to you too." You giggled and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck after he set the coffees down on the table. He slid his arms around her waist and kissed your cheek. You scoffed and he pulled away slightly. "What?"

"Kiss me for real, genius." You smirked at him. He laughed shortly and leaned down, causing you to get off of your tippy toes. His lips met yours and he sighed deeply.

"It has been a stressful day, baby." Spencer whispered after pulling away. You nodded in understanding.

"Yeah. I wanted to punch a wall multiple times today." You almost laughed. Spencer squeezed your hips tightly and you looked up at him with a small smile. "What are you trying to do to me, Spence?"

The man raised his eyebrows. "Your stressed... I'm stressed. You want to help me de-stress?" He asked smugly.

You lightly slapped his shoulder and smirked at him cheekily. "Spencer Reid!" He shrugged and leaned down again, capturing your lips with his.

His fingers brushed over the clothed skin of your hips as his tongue slid into your mouth. You moaned lowly and Spencer backed you up towards the bedroom. His pointer fingers hooked onto the waist band of your skirt and he pulled it down. You pulled away from him breathlessly with a smile. "Eager, huh?"

All he did was nod and continue to caress your sides, causing you to shiver. His fingers unbuttoned your blouse next and you loosened his tie. Spencer grew irritated with the buttons that didn't want to come undone so, he ripped the shirt open. You gasped and looked into his eyes.

He smirked at you and pushed you down onto the mattress. He crawled on top of you, discarding your ripped blouse and staring at you heaving chest. "My eyes are up here, Y'know." You sassed.

"Yeah, I know." He breathed out, not looking up. He attached his lips to the top of your right breast while squeezing your other. You let out a loud moan and push you chest up more. You arched your back and let him unclasp your bra. He pulled it away from your body and dove right back in, taking your nipple in his mouth.

"Take your clothes off, Spencer." You breathed out. He lifted his head up and smiled.

"Not yet, Y/n." He shook his head. He began kissing down your chest and to your stomach.

You knew where this was going. Your core got wetter as his hands began to massage your thighs. You squirmed under his touch like you usually did. "Fuck, Spence." You moaned.

His breathed fanned over your clothed core and you leaned your head back onto the soft pillows on the bed. "Please." You whispered.

Spencer slowly removed your underwear and tossed it somewhere in the room. You didn't really care as long as you got what you needed most in that moment. His tongue.

And that's exactly what you got. He licked at your clit slowly and your moans became high pitched. You squeezed your eyes closed and rutted your hips up. Spencer grabbed them in his hands and pinned them to the bed. "Spence!" Your hands found his curly brown locks and he groaned as you pulled at the roots.

His tongue ran over your folds and traveled down to your hole. He darted his tongue in for a second and you let a slew of curse words flow from your mouth. "D-do that again." You stuttered.

Spencer did as he was told and darted his tongue out. He liked the sound that came from you so he thrusted his tongue inside of you over and over again. You tried so hard to grind against his mouth but he wouldn't let you. "You taste so good, baby." He moaned against you. The vibrations that he sent through your body made you shiver violently.

After about fifteen minutes of that you had come twice. Spencer kissed up your body again and ended at your lips, letting you taste yourself. "Are you too tired?" He asked, kissing you cheek and neck.

You shook your head and let out a breathy laugh. You used all of your momentum to flip you guys over. You sat yourself on his growing erection and watched as he closed his eyes, trying to contain a moan.

You leaned down and kissed him while undoing the buttons on his black dress shirt. It took a few minutes to get him fully undressed but when it happened you smiled down at him.

You took his cock in your hand and lifted up just enough so you could sink down on him. He let out a low grown as he felt himself stretched you out. You let your head fall back as you stayed still for a moment. "You feel so good." Spencer groaned.

"I haven't even moved yet." You breathed out.

"I know. Still feels amazing though." He told you. You giggled a little and started to move slowly. "Fuck." He cursed.

His hands traveled up your thighs and ended up on your hips, helping you move faster. Suddenly, he began to thrust his hips up at the same time you came down. You let out a pleasure full moan and increased your speed.

Spencer's fingers dug into your hips, hopefully creating a bruise. He bit his lip and tilted his head back, trying to contain his loud moans. "You're doing so good, y/n. So good." He praised.

"I'm gonna come, Spence." You moaned loudly as he thrusted into you again.

He flipped you guys over, never actually pulling out, and pounding into you at a fast pace. "Fuck!" You screamed. Your hands grabbed onto his biceps, nails digging in. He moved his hands to stay beside your head to insure that he wouldn't fall on top of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, crossing your ankles and looking into his eyes. His mouth was open and he was staring back at you. His minty breath fanned in your face and you ran your tongue over your lips before getting an idea.

You clenched around him and he buried his head in the crook of your neck, kissing and biting the skin there. "Spence- Oh! I'm g-gonna-"

"Go ahead baby. I'm ready."

You didn't hesitate. You came around his dick with a loud moan. When you felt him come inside of you and your third orgasm of the night rocked your body. He sloppily thrusted into you a few more times before stopping and picking his head up. He looked into your eyes while breathing heavily before his lips cracked into a smile. Yours did to and he pulled out slowly. You liked the feeling so one last moan left your mouth.

Spencer smirked and kissed you softly. "You want me to clean up my mess?" He asked after pulling away and looking down.

You bit your lip. "Spence, I'd love that but I don't think I can take it." You smiled while shaking your head.

He flopped beside you and covered the both if you with a blanket. You let your head fall to the side as you caught your breath. "Are you de-stressed?" You asked with a smile.

"Oh yeah." Spencer told her.

"Hey."

"Hmh?" Spencer hummed.

"You think that coffee's cold now?"

~~~~~~~~~~~

I hope yall held the phone with both hands lol

That was my first smut so I hope you liked it!

[masonxxbrick]

"When I hurt my wrist back in the training center I tried to tell Miller it was nothing and that I was fine. It was only sprained and swollen but I knew it wasn't broken." Mason started, not backing down. "Miller told me a sprain was still important and needed to be taken care of. He even went to go get ice for me and helped me ice it." The boy held on to that memory tightly. It reminded Mason of the old Miller and it showed that the good was still inside of him. "They are going to send you something for it. Sprained or broken." Mason was sure of it. If Miller was that worried about his wrist in the tower, he had to be even more worried about it in the arena.

Mason could tell that he had upset Smith and he felt awful about it. Upsetting his brothers was always the last thing he wanted to do and when he did, it was soul crushing. "Y-yes, that's why." Mason watched Smith take a step back and he recognized why he did it. He'd seen it a lot in heated conversations at he Academy. He had also watched his brothers do it when Miller punched Smith in the face. Though, Mason took a step forward, filling that space again. "I told you I didn't want to kill anyone. Not unless I had to and I haven't had to. I've been safe, Smith. I've stayed out of dangerous situations, I'm not hurt, I've had nice conversations with other tributes." He explained. "This can go a different way, you can go far and win this without killing and without getting hurt." He knew Smith was scared, Mason was terrified, too, but he really believed what he was saying was true. "You should try to trust me for once." Though Mason knew that was the curse that came with being the youngest brother. It was always hard to convince his older brothers that maybe he was right for once. "I don't care about the pack or what they think. I never wanted to join it anyway. Actually, no one even asked me to join. They only asked you and the next thing I knew, I was in a meeting being told that I am the one who was supposed to break up a strong team." They had immediately volunteered to Mason to put himself in a dangerous situation yet he was supposed to worry about them?

Then, Smith was yelling and his voice echoed around them. Mason quickly covered his ears and closed his eyes for a moment. He took getting yelled at badly when really, he figured he should be used to it at this point. "Smith, please, don't yell." Mason begged. "You don't want anyone to hear and come in here." The last thing he needed was to get into a fight with other tributes while they were arguing. "I'm so sorry I left you, Smith. I-I didn't see you. I t-thought you had left s-so I ran off to find you." Mason tried to explain. The next question, Mason didn't know how to answer. There was a lot he wanted to say but he just feared of making things worse and not solving anything. "O-of course I don't think you wanted to do this. A-and I'm s-sorry you had to." He apologized. "I-I'll do better, I swear. M-make it where you don't have to be the one t-to make all of the hard decisions." It was unfair of Mason to put everything on Smith and he was starting to realize that. Especially since Smith had obviously taken it so badly. "I-I can handle this." Mason's voice cracked as he answered, feeling hurt by his brother's word. At this point, Mason stayed quiet. He didn't want things to get any worse then they were. He'd just follow his brother and do what he says.

"G-got it." Mason's voice was quiet. Weak. Defeated. Exhausted from the argument but he was ready to go. He waited for Smith to lead the way.

"We have bigger things to worry about, alright? Just know I can handle myself. A sprained wrist is nothing." Smith pulled down his sleeve, trying to play the injury off as if it were nothing more than a papercut. If he was being honest, it hurt to bend it back for more than a few seconds. He wasn't going to let Mason worry, though, as he dismissed the idea of painkillers entirely.

As Mason went on about how he'd left the cornucopia, Smith thought that he heard him wrong, that he'd made a mistake somewhere down the road as he booked it away from the bloodbath. At least, that was the explanation he was waiting for. There had to be a reason why a kid who spent years in the Academy, who volunteered for the chance to be a tribute would run away from the sight of blood. Mason didn't want to be there, but Smith didn't either. The difference was that Smith had come to terms with what he had to do. But, sure, let Mason be the good guy while Smith did the dirty work for both of their sakes. He could feel his temper grow, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. "Wait, wait. So, you're telling me that you ran 'cause there was 'no need to' attack anyone?" Smith backed away hoping that the distance would keep him from lunging at Mason. "Newsflash, Mase, you need to because it's the fucking Hunger Games. You're a fucking Career! You're not the target! How do you think that looks to the pack, to the sponsors? And, you fucking left me there. I mean, what the fuck? Do you think I wanted to do this!?"

Smith's voice echoed through the lobby, an invitation for anyone and anything to find them there. In his words, he could find a hint of their father berating them to be better and Smith almost folded at the thought of it. This wasn't how he wanted it to go. It would have been so simple to walk away. Given the choice, he would have spared the girl's life so he could run around making friends with the other tributes. Smith wasn't an optimist, though—apparently his share went to his brother. "I thought you said you could handle this," he sighed, his tone bitter and angry. "We're going back to the cornucopia and we're finding Caspian and Alecta and we're going to figure out what the fuck is going on. No detours to find any of your fucking friends, got it?"

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Alright, since all you lovely followers of mine seem to enjoy Rumi. I came up with this little idea. I hope you enjoy it.

The 5 Times Rumi Let You Touch Her Tail

You will always remember the first time you touched Mirko's tail, you had originally just wanted her autograph. "Yeah yeah! Speak up there, kid! I don't got all day!" she replied as she stomped over to you, making you feel even smaller than you were. You somehow managed to stutter out what you wanted, but you didn't seem to be up to Mirko's standards.

"Ya gotta be more confident than that," she said with a snicker before reaching over to grasp your chin. Your heart sped up from both her touch and that smirk that played across her face. "But you have such a pretty face, I guess I can do you a damn favor," the chuckle that followed her words wasn't exactly comforting.

"What's your name!?" she demanded, causing you to flinch back. Yet again you managed to stutter out an answer, "I like 'pretty face' more, so that's what I'm gonna call ya from now on!" she snapped your autograph book closed before handing it back to you.

When she turned to walk away, you noticed that fluffy white tail of hers and desperately called out to her. Of course, you felt a little shy to ask her but somehow you managed and to your surprise, Mirko looked shocked or lost as to where the question of touching her tail came from.

"Well, pretty face got confidence that fast huh? I like that!" you cried out when she playfully punched your shoulder. But that was nothing compared to when she grabbed your shirt collar and pulled you close to her. "Do it then," she said, "show me what ya can do when you set out to do it pretty face," you wondered how long that nickname would last.

You hesitantly reached around the curve of her hip until you felt that soft fur brush against your fingertips. Your lips parted in awe as you slowly allowed your fingers to thread through her tail. It was soft and so very fluffy. Mirko seemed to enjoy the small bit of attention, however, it didn't last as long as you would have hoped.

"Getting a little too close to unleashing the real beast in me, pretty face," Mirko said, her tail twitching like mad due to your touch. "I'll see ya later, or maybe never," you frowned as you watched her jump from the pavement and into the air.

You knew this world was dangerous, but you had never imagined getting caught in the middle of a villain attack. It seemed like it happened all at once. Perhaps you were in the wrong place at the wrong time, but all you could remember is the explosions and bloodshed.

Luckily, much like they were trained to do. Several heroes came onto the scene and you got a front-row seat to see how they handled the villain. Threats being thrown back and forth before more blood spilled. You happened to be cradled up next to the fellow individuals who had the displeasure of being a part of this terrifying experience.

Then, she arrived. "Having fun without me!? Jeez, what the hell!?" her voice was unmistakable and you heard several gasps and cheers as Mirko flew through the air. Her silver hair flowing behind her and that same smirk you saw before was painted across her face. "I'll kick your ass, you hear me!?" it was strange how one person could give you so much hope.

Despite being covered in soot and minor injuries, you got lost in the moment watching Mirko dish out some punishment. Cracking the pavement with her powerful leg strength and confusing the villain with her speed. Watching them fall bit by bit until they were finally defeated and Mirko was left panting, sweating, and victorious.

"Hell yeah! Think you can actually mess with this rabbit hero?!" she seemed rather happy as the villain was dragged away and the search and comfort of the civilians began. Mirko seemed to spot you right away and offered you her hand, "Ya don't look too damn injured. Shake off your fear!" she instructed as she pulled you to your feet.

But even so, you couldn't help but continue to tremble which caused Mirko to grow confused. She wasn't the best person to provide comfort, "Hey aren't you the kid that wanted my autograph before!? Yeah...yeah pretty face, right!?" she questioned with a confident grin.

"I know what to do," she slowly turned and presented her tail. "Ya liked petting it, right?" she questioned. "Go on then, touch it," she said, almost like you were annoying her. But nonetheless, you did as she instructed and reached over to run your fingers through that soft fur once more.

Normally if someone desired to be a hero, they would enroll into one of the many hero schools Japan offered, but due to selective pickings and strict classroom sizes, this wasn't always possible which meant many of those that wanted to be heroes never got the chance. But due to increased villain activity, your opportunity came.

That is Japan offered the chance for young adults to participate in an advanced hero course which would then permit them to be able to use a temporary hero license under the authority of a trusted pro hero.

"Pff," Mirko couldn't help but snort before her laughter broke through. It wasn't something you appreciated, but in a way, it was nice to see her smile. "Didja finally grow a spine there, pretty face!?" she questioned before slapping you on the back, sporting her famous smirk.

You were originally hesitant to tell her, mostly due to the fact that you were afraid she'd do exactly what she did. Laugh at you, but she didn't seem completely against the idea. But, she let you know her opinion nonetheless. "Guess ya aren't the wimpy wannabe I thought ya were! Don't expect any recommendation from me, but I give ya permission to kick some ass!"

While you were happy with her attempted vote of confidence, you found yourself being nervous yet again to ask Mirko the question that had been plaguing your mind. But she seemed to catch onto the fact that you wanted something. "Speak up!" she snapped. "Your pretty face doesn't look so pretty when you're confused," she said as she crossed her arms over her chest.

You were actually embarrassed to ask, but yet again you found yourself stuttering the question out. That is if you could pet her tail for good luck. Mirko seemed confused, "Ya got a tail petting fetish or something pretty face?!" she rolled her eyes before turning around, her tail wiggling from side to side.

"Just make it quick!" she said, though she was still wearing a smirk and you suspected it was due to the fact she somehow knew you were nervous. But nonetheless, you reached out and allowed your fingers to run through that soft fur for the third time. Who knows? Maybe it would bring you some well-deserved luck.

Pro hero life was more than you thought it would be, it was part exciting and part terrifying. Between the praise and hatred, it was the best and worst of both worlds. Though you weren't high on the charts by any means, you were catching the attention of the existing pro heroes which included Mirko.

It started off as a simple invitation, "Hey there pretty face good job out there!" Mirko said as she yet again slapped you on the back. "I didn't think ya had the spine to back you up but turns out I was wrong," her words made you feel a little better, but you had never expected her to ask you what she did next.

Drinking wasn't normally something you did, and this would probably be the last time you experienced it. But you couldn't honestly turn down an invitation to drink with one of the top female heroes. So you accepted, but you should have known the consequences of going out in public with Mirko.

"Another round, damn it!" Mirko screamed as she slammed the shot glass back onto the counter, it was safe to say you were beyond tipsy at this point as you could only laugh at the rabbit hero's antics. You lazily draped your arm around her shoulders and repeated the order. By the end of the night, you were too intoxicated to remember the series of events that led to Mirko bringing you home.

But when you woke in the morning, it wasn't that hard to figure out what had happened. Your head was pulsing, painfully aching as a cruel reminder of your irresponsible actions. But what shocked you more was the fact you had woken up next to Mirko who still happened to be sleeping away peacefully.

How could you help yourself? You'd never try to purposely take advantage of anyone. But seeing the rabbit hero sprawled out on the bed, covered by nothing but a thin sheet was a sight most could only hope to see. However, you were more focused on that tail that peeked out from under the sheet. You just hoped you wouldn't wake her as you reached over to once again pet that tail.

The news was a shock to the hero world, the previously known solo hero was engaged. Most thought it wouldn't happen, in fact, heroes almost never got the chance at their own happy ending due to their dedication to saving others. But, Mirko seemed to want to prove the world wrong.

You hadn't expected it, but throughout your hero career, Mirko and yourself had your special moments. Despite her own rule of avoiding love and not getting into any messy relationships. But somehow you were the exception, hell maybe you put a spell on her the first time you met, or maybe you were just special.

Either way, she found that she was growing overly attached to you. Making hasty decisions and she hated it. There had to be a way to solve this, to figure out how to rid herself of the constant worry she felt when you were away from her, and maybe most wouldn't think the solution would come in the form of a marriage proposal.

"Well!?" she snapped as she grabbed your hand, ready with the ring. Casting a glare your way, but you were a little too shocked to answer her. Though the ring was beautiful, painted a gold-white color with one jewel that was the same color as Mirko's eyes. Somehow, you stuttered out a reply and Mirko grinned as she pushed the ring onto your finger.

Despite the wedding feeling rushed, Mirko took care of most of the weight. Which included the invitations, wedding location, catering, and so on. She even insisted on paying for your wedding attire, though you were somewhat against the idea. It was hard to argue with your new fiancee.

Though Mirko looked beautiful on the day of your wedding, she neglected the traditional belief that seeing the bride before the wedding could bring bad luck. "Quit your damn worrying!" she snapped as she stood there in her wedding dress. The white fabric showing off her every curve.

But the best feature of her dress was the small cut out that allowed her tail to peek through, "Are ya ready to get this show on the road yet!? People are waitin'!" she exclaimed and you couldn't help but chuckle as you stepped close to her and placed your hand on the small of her back. Your fingers slowly reaching down to play with her tail yet again before you nodded.

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Fighting For... S2 Reunion Reaction

Warnings: Angst Pairings: Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader, Clarke Griffin x Fem!Twin!reader Request:YN came to the camp aftwr they massacred the army Lexa sent and bwat up Bellamy can we get his reaction to that and to seeing her for the first time since thwy broke up

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I wrote this on my phone on my lunch break so it's a little short and hasn't been edited.

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He couldn't believe it. She was standing next to Pike, her face set in anger as they walked, surrounded by the members of the guard who had their guns subtly pointed at her without actually aiming at her. He hadn't seen her since that night in Polis, the night his heart broke. She looked different, but at the same time she still looked the same. The last time he'd seen her she was all dressed up, wearing a dress, something he'd never thought he'd see, at least not past his dreams. Her face was half painted with a skull, and looking at her now he could still see the now faded skull. She was dressed like a grounder, even having her hair braided like one. It was a wonder they hadn't shot her on sight. But the guard who came to get Bellamy said she'd told them who she was, and who her mother was, something Bellamy didn’t believe she’d ever do willingly. Bellamy watched her hug Abby and Kane before he turned, walking towards the Ark, intending to avoid her for as long as possible.

"Hey!"

Bellamy's heart skipped a beat as he stopped, slowly turning. His eyes widened when he looked down at her, his heart beating erratically when she lifted her hand, punching him in the jaw.

"I saw what you did!"

He rubbed his jaw, taking a step back when she started to repeatedly hit his chest.

"I was there! I saw you! I can still hear the gunshots and the screams!"

No no no no no. What was she doing there? She wasn't supposed to be there.

Someone grabbed her arm, causing her to turn and punch them in the face before she turned back towards Bellamy, throwing another punch at him, causing him to fall to the ground. She climbed on top of him, hitting him repeatedly as she screamed at him.

"You killed my friends!"

Someone grabbed her, causing her to turn and fight them as she was pulled off of Bellamy. She was able to free herself, managing to land a kick to one of the guards when she gasped, tensing as she fell to the ground, twitching. Bellamy watched as Pike stepped over her, the baton in his hand glowing as he held his free hand out towards him. Bellamy took it, Pike helping him stand. YN glared at Bellamy, her voice cracking

"Yo-you're a mon-monster."

Pike huffed, glancing down at YN.

"Miss Griffin you are under arrest for attacking a member of the guard.”

Bellamy looked over at Pike, his eyes wide when Kane yelled.

"Hey!"

Kane rushed forward, shaking his head as he glared at Pike.

"No, you can't do that!"

Bellamy turned when the remaining guards grabbed YN, YN weakly fighting back when she was tazed again, groaning. She looked over at Bellamy when they tazed her again, tears in her eyes as she convulsed.

"I h-h-hate yo-you."

A tear fell down Bellamy's face as YN's head rolled, falling limp. Bellamy watched as she was taken away, never taking his eyes off of her, even when they disappeared into the ark. He jumped when a hand landed on his shoulder, looking up to see Pike standing in front of him.

"Are you okay son?"

Bellamy nodded as Pike dropped his hand from his shoulder, slightly bumping his jaw where YN had hit him.

"You should go to the infirmary, get checked out. Make sure she didn't do any major damage."

Bellamy shook his head, slightly huffing.

"I'm fine."

Pike shook his head, stepping back.

“Still. I can’t have any of my guards out of commission. Not right now. Not while we’re at war. So go to the infirmary, get checked out. That’s an order.”

Bellamy clenched his jaw, nodding.

“Yes sir.”

Bellamy walked towards the ark, feeling Pike watching him. But instead of going to the infirmary he turned down the hall to the cells. He was careful not to be seen by the other guards, not wanting Pike to find out he disobeyed orders. He was surprised though when he entered the cells, seeing that the place was empty, no sign of YN or the guards anywhere. He needed to find her. He needed to see her and explain, but he really needed to see that she was okay.