#especially if you read into her dad mutating them as making him their dad

[hauntedshells]

hot take, I actually really like how the bayverse turtles look a lot but everything else about the movies are just off, didn’t enjoy the plot, the jokes mikey makes about april are SO WEIRD(she NAMED HIM when he wasn’t even mutated yet and he’s making boner jokes about her? EW.), why did… why did they make casey a cop? I have nothing against megan fox but she doesn’t really look like an april o’neil and that’s kind of impressive considering april’s had so many different looks, somehow they made the foot clan feel even more uncomfortably terrorist(I know tmnt has a history of being anti asian racist but like still) and while the fandom has a few wonderful people most of the fandom is so gross like the whole bayverse tag is smut of the TEENAGE mutant ninja turtles and no aging them up is not any less weird if you’re doing it only to sexualize them. these movies also have the humor of those adult cartoons that try way too hard to seem adult to the point that they feel childish and the vibes are just off.

the 90’s movies definitely had their flaws but they were so much better than bayverse. and mikey having a crush on april doesn’t have to be weird in the first 90’s movie the turtles made comments on how pretty she was and seemed to have a crush on her and that’s normal and healthy kids have crushes on adults all the time it’s not inherently bad but the way that mikey did really is classic michael bay because OF COURSE he can’t make a movie without objectifying megan fox. but the fact that they made it so april’s dad was one of the people who mutated them and she named them and they used to be like her pets makes it a lot grosser that no one says anything against mikey calling her his girlfriend and sexualizing her.

even though I’m sad splinter lost any connection to hamato yoshi I still really enjoyed him I like bayverse splinter and donnie’s really endearing

[honestlyreadingruinedmylife]

That’s amazing. Of course everyone needs to start somewhere. Of course I understand not everyone likes writing smut.

Young Charles Xavier x reader. She’s also has a mutation. She’s kicked out by her parents when they find out that her boyfriend is in a wheelchair. She turns up in the pouring rain with her puppy under her jacket to keep them dry and a black eye because her dad hit her (you don’t have to write that just imply it)

Hope that’s not to detailed but wanted to give you as much detail as I could to help you write it.

Can you please tag me in any future X-Men fanfiction you write.

Xx

A.N: Okay, I finally got around to finishing this. I'm actually quite proud of it given it's my first time EVER writing fanfiction and especially with it being a request. I hope you enjoy it even though it is a bit cliche at times. Also, there is slight ableism given the prompt, I did some research to make sure I wasn't using any slurs but if I am wrong PLEASE let me know. I will change it.

Word Count: 1251

Pairing: Young Charles Xavier x Female!Reader

Warnings: Ableism (Only a small sentence), gets kind angsty

You didn’t really know how they had found out. You were so careful. Building a wall of lies so thick and so far that you could no longer see the ends. 

You suppose that somewhere along the lines you’d missed a spot, one vital brick that tumbled down the entirety of your life. 

Your parents had only just started getting around to the idea of having a ‘freak’ of a daughter. Constantly telling you how lucky you were to at least look ‘normal’ and not like those ‘other ones’. 

You were one of the good ones. 

They had laid the rules out simply. They didn’t care about your abilities as long as they stayed outside the house and as long as you married a ‘regular human being’. It seemed simple enough and studying for a masters (which they paid for) you figured one more year of hiding wouldn’t be so difficult.

What you never considered was falling madly in love with another mutant. You’d been convinced for so long that you were completely alone in the walls you’d built, that when you met a man who could literally tear them apart you had no choice but to let yourself go.

The argument had started at dinner. It’d been a long day of research which had resulted in nothing but a dead end. Exhausted from sitting reading at a desk all day, you just wanted to get through the traditional family dinner and get straight into bed.

You were sitting in your usual chair, facing your mother while your father sat at the head of the table. It’d been eerily silent from the moment you’d sat down but didn’t mind given your exhaustion.

Suddenly, your father put down his utensils, “I’ve set up a dinner, next week with the neighbors boy,”

Thinking you hadn’t heard correctly, you turn to face him, “pardon?”

“It’s about time that you start thinking of settling down,” your father continues, “most normal girls your age are on their way to having their first child,”

You hear the implication in his voice even if he hadn’t outright said it. Irritated, you push your plate away.

“I am a normal girl, dad,” 

You hear your mother sigh, but you can’t seem to look away from your fathers face that twitches in irritation.

“You know what I meant,” he says your name as if it's a burden. He says it as if you were a curse on his normalcy.

You roll your eyes, “yes I know exactly what you meant, father, and I’m not going to be dressed up like some doll to be paraded for the neighbors boy,”

Another twitch, you know you are pushing him too far, but you can’t seem to care anymore.

“He is of good breeding and a wealthy background,” he picks up his utensils again, “the dinner will be on Monday,”

“Breeding?! I’m not cattle, father,” 

Your fathers face contorts into a scowl and you know he’s losing patience with you, “He will assure you are the last of your kind in my bloodline,”

You can feel your whole body shaking, “I will not go to that dinner, father,”

You hear your mother whisper your name, you suddenly realize that the shaking wasn’t just within your body but the whole house. With your emotions rampant you couldn’t control your powers as naturally as you normally could.

Breathing in and breathing out, you calm yourself enough to stop the shaking. Your father, however, is maroon with malice. You have pushed him too far.

“I will not let my grandchildren be the offspring of a freak and a paralytic!”

You feel your heart stop. Your mind is racing, unstoppable thoughts wreak havoc in your head. He knew. He knew and now your life is over.

“Father-”

“You thought I wouldn’t find out?” Your father continues to yell, “you thought I’d let you disobey me without consequence?”

You could feel your breathing increase as you enter a panic. Everything is muffled, your father continues yelling but you can’t hear a thing he is saying. You have to get away. You have to get to Charles. 

Without realizing, you stand, turning to leave the table, trying to find an escape. With one step, your father is in front of you, rough hands clamping down on your shoulders, forcing you still.

“Let me go,” you whisper, looking down away from your father. 

“I forbid you from seeing that man again!” 

“Let me go,” you feel the ground tremble beneath you.

“He’s one of you isn’t he?” Your fathers grip tightens on your shoulders, “he’s a freak!”

“Let me go!” You shout back in his face. You don’t initially feel the strike, but you can feel the heat begin to blossom around your eye. And you feel the ground erupt into endless shudders as you watch your father lose his balance and fall to the floor.

With the last of your strength, you run towards your room grabbing your research and your puppy that likes to sleep under your bed. As you race to the front door, you glance at your mother fussing over your father, who is still laid on the floor.

Stopping you turn to face your parents, “I am not a freak. Just because I am different doesn’t mean I’m lesser than,”

You turn to open the front door and with foot out your childhood home, you turn one last time, “I’ll never treat my children the way you’ve treated me, mutant or not,”

With those final words, you run into the rain, hailing the first taxi you see.

It wasn’t until you were at Charles’ front door, drenched and with your puppy under your coat, that you realized how bleak your situation truly was. 

No home, no parents, no education. 

With nothing left to lose, you knock as loudly as you can, hoping anyone would hear you over the pounding rain.

Almost immediately, the door swings open. 

Hank at first looks at you with confusion and then concern. He drags you inside and in the same breath yells for Charles.

The second you see Charles look of concern as he approaches you, you feel the tears start to form in your eyes. Finally able to let go, you feel yourself crumble with the weight of the night.

In no time, Charles holds you in his arms, stroking your soaked hair, whispering into your ear, “it’s okay darling you’re safe now, you’re safe here,”

Once you’ve calmed down, you pull away from him holding your own weight again. His hands don’t leave your face, careful with your already bruising eye.

He whispers your name. He whispers it like prayer, like there’s no one else in the world except you and him. He strokes your cheek with his thumb, “How about we run you a warm bath?”

With no strength left to speak and knowing you didn’t need to, you nod into his hands, closing your eyes and soaking in the comforting warmth he exudes. From within your jacket, you feel your puppy shuffle, stuck in between your torso and Charles’ legs. Pulling away slightly, your puppy leaps away from you and begins sniffing around Charles’ wheelchair.

“I see you’ve brought a friend, darling,” he chuckles, as he watches your puppy continuing to adventure.

You hiccup trying to find the words, “I couldn’t leave him in that house,”

Charles looks back at you, his blue eyes wide with adoration, “he has a home here, he’ll always a home here,”

[snkts]

I'm thinking about how every Howlett's 'auxiliary' mutation is so telling of their personality. I'm not talking about claw formation, that's a different thing I haven't thought about. I'm not talking about the hot claws, either, because those are powers Logan acquired, he wasn't born with them - and the adamantium isn't a mutation.

So I'm only going to talk about the 616 relations, since I know those ones best, but I love when you guys chime in with your own headcanons so add in other kids in the replies ❤️

When it comes to Canon Snikts, we have John Jr, Logan's older brother (maybe half brother, unconfirmed); Logan himself; Akihiro, Logan's son; Laura, Logan's daughter; and Gabby, Logan's daughter who is also his daughter's clone. (There's also the rest of Gabby's sisters, but we don't have a lot of Intel on them.)

John Jr. was technically killed before Logan/James ever got to meet him in 616, but going by his multiverse adult appearance, he had the claws, the healing factor, and the power to turn both intangible and invisible. This fits his story really well, because whether it's the multiverse story where he was shipped off to an asylum and essentially forgotten, or the canon story where he died before his little brother knew him, John gets erased. He's completely forgotten. He disappears.

Logan has two powers he was born with, aside from his claws and factor. He has the famous berserker rage, and the lesser known connection with animals. When Logan rages, he doesn't lose his strategic thinking - he just loses his inhibitions, going after anything that moves with 100% intensity, ignoring pain, and becoming a killing machine. Everyone knows that one. The one some people forget is how he can connect with animals on an empathic level - he can understand and get them to understand his emotions and basic wants and intentions. It's partly how he was able to live with so many wolf packs over the years. And this dichotomy makes me think of this quote I read once, when I read a psychologist breaking down Logan and PTSD - I don't remember the exact wording, but they were talking about how the anger was the trauma, and the kindness was the person under it. And I think that's a really good way of thinking of it. James wasn't a fighter. He was a sweet, almost shy little boy who liked art and playing with his friends and his dad. The first time we see him rage is when his father is killed and Thomas and Dog are trying to take Elizabeth and Rose away - aka the first major trauma he experiences. Logan's berserker/empathy is a great show of the dichotomy that is his personality; you've got the jaded, cynical, aggressive soldier who charges head first into every fight, but you also have the warm-hearted conscious of the team who fusses over all the kids, comforts his friends through their trauma, and once felt bad about fighting a bear that was trying to kill him because he knew the bear had been conditioned to hate humans. Logan is both of those things, so he has both of those powers.

Then we have his kids. Daken/Akihiro spent a good chunk of his life without any genuine love, used and abused by Romulus to make him a weapon to use against Logan. Any approval or affection was as false as it was fleeting, and he became a ruthless manipulator - especially during his time in Madripoor. Daken's 'extra' power is manipulating other peoples' emotions through pheromones. This is also interesting, because learning to predict and work around other people's emotions is a common habit in abuse victims.

Then there's Laura. The next Wolverine and the only other one to have truly gone through the Weapon X program - she inherited his trauma, and so she inherited the berserker rage. Laura is his legacy and his mini me. She's on the same path Logan went on long before her, learning how to be a person instead of just a weapon.

And her clone - the youngest of the three - Gabby. The one who feels like she isn't a real Wolverine. She's the only one of her siblings who hadn't killed anyone (at least in the first issue(s) with her in it), even though she's great in a fight; her sisters sheltered her from it. She's the one of all of them who smiles most, who seems to enjoy life - she's the emotional glue that holds the family together and lifts their spirits. She makes them happy. While they haven't confirmed anything, I think her relationship with Jonathan hints that she got Logan's animal affinity. Laura inherited his rage, Gabby inherited his kindness.

Anyway I love the snikt family if you can't tell

[pricescigar]

Familiarity

Summary: After Harper accidentally used her powers against her parents and loosing her memories due to the psychic blast she unleashed. A familair face finally found her after so long.

Tw: Abuse

1945, Westchester, New York, 

April 20th

Harper's parents were arguing, which was no surprise to young Harper. They've been arguing a lot recently, so much for coming here for a better life. It seemed to be getting worse. Freddie Hugo never really liked Harper much, first and foremost she wasn't his child. Secondly, Harper never really listened to him anyway. She'd always told him she wasn't his dad, which was true but it still pissed him off. Thirdly… Freddie always found Harper weird regardless, he'd always say to Harriet;

“I swear it's as if that kid can hear our thoughts.” 

Harper was already having problems in her life which no child should have, her mutation was already becoming visible. At first glance unknowingly, Harper’s parents found it funny and interesting that she was saying all of these things. Saying what they were thinking, what her grandparents were thinking too. However the grandparents knew what was happening, they could feel it.

But the more it kept on happening, the more Freddie was beginning to hate everything around him. 

Freddie Hugo always hated himself– Detached with his own being almost, his grandparents were mutants. His father could teleport wherever he wished. His mother could manipulate fire to her own will to see fit. But Freddie? He was the unfortunate case of him being a simple human, no visible form of the X Gene. Harper's mother on the other hand possessed the X-Gene yet it didn't manifest, so it lay dormant in her own psyche. 

Harriet had a little history she didn't dare to tell Freddie, especially when it came to Harper. In her younger years she knew Sebastian Shaw, the two got together and married. Harriet became pregnant and gave birth to Harper, a birth that almost killed her but Sebastian was happy nonetheless.

Shaw was happy to be a dad, despite his antics. He showed unconditional love, support and was always proud of his daughter. He could see the potential in her. It wasn't until in 1940 that Harriet and Harper disappeared, he devoted his life to finding Harper again and other mutants too.

The memory of her real father was still visible in Harper's memory, she would always know who her real dad would be. Harper always asked her mother to see him again, but she never really listened.

Harper's grandparents were out for the day in New York, and so the only residents in the house were her parents and Harper herself. It was the day after Harper turned thirteen years old, she was in her bedroom reading her book before she heard her parents arguing once again.

Harriet went downstairs cautiously, standing by the living room door not making herself known. But watching to see everything unfold…

“This isn't the life I wanted Harriet, I want a family. An actual family where I have a child of my own blood. Not having some… Freak who has a different father than myself.” Freddie's tone was firm, with a hint of coldness.

Harriet suddenly slapped him around the face. “Don't you dare speak about my daughter like that.” She pointed a finger at him.  “She can't help how she is, and her father was a lost cause.” 

Freddie chuckled and shook his head. “I don't care, you either send her away now or I'll leave.”  He gave her a final choice. 

Harriet's facial expression dropped, then anger surged through her. An anger like no other.

“I will not. Send my daughter away, you selfish bastard.” She pushed him away, yet Freddie didn't do anything back to her. He remained stubborn as a mule.

Harper watched it all unfold, how her mother was punching, screaming at him. She didn't know what to do. But she was scared.

“Mum please stop…” Harper tried to speak, but her voice was a whisper.

Yet the situation seemed to be getting worse each second, both of them started to fight each other now. Harper closed her eyes, her brain was going into overdrive. Her emotions rising, she then opened her eyes.

“I told you both to stop!” She yelled, staring at both of them.

That's when everything went all fuzzy.

Harper blinked a couple of times, she felt herself come back to reality. She looked around the living room for a moment, everything seemed perfectly normal. Until eyes fell onto the floor, seeing her parents laying on the floor not moving. She tried to wake them up but nothing was working. 

Sebastian Shaw managed to track down Harper after 5 years, he found himself at a house in Westchester. Could this be where Harper was? He found the door to be unlocked, but he didn't think much about that. He stepped in the home.

“Harper?” Shaw called out. “It's me.” He didn't even need to announce himself, knowing she would recognise him.

Harper heard someone calling her, the voice sounded familiar to her but she couldn't place her finger on it. She stood up when she heard footsteps entering the living room, and there was Shaw standing before her.

“Hey kid.” Shaw smiled softly, he then saw the bodies on the ground. Feeling a different minute of emotions, but he remained composed. He had an idea on what had happened.

“It's okay.” He reassured her. “I'm here… You're dad's here.”

Harper stared at him for a moment, the lingering feeling of familiarity kept gnawing at her. But with her mind in overdrive, and her memories all over the place. She didn't know what to say… She looked back to her parents, her vulnerability was clear.

“I don't remember what happened… They were arguing, and now they're lying on the ground not moving.” Harper admitted, she then stayed silent looking back at Shaw.

“It's okay.” Shaw approached Harper cautiously, not wanting to startle her more than she already is. He could feel the telepathic energy seething out of her own mind, he knew his mind would be at risk too if he wasn't careful. He put his hand on her shoulder gently.

“I can help you, I can teach you how to control it.” Shaw said.

Harper stayed silent staring at Shaw. “I don't want to leave them.” She quietly admitted to him, talking about her parents who were now dead.

Shaw was patient about this situation, of course deep down he was sad to see his Harriet meet such a fate. But… The potential Harper had already, He was so proud of her.

“Oh… Don't worry about them.” Shaw replied. “All that matters now is you, think of all the things you could do.” He said, practically convincing her to go with him. He could see the confusion on her face, he the sudden manifestation of her powers took a toll on her

“Come. If you'll stay with your ol’ pa.. You'll be able to do things you've never thought you'd be able to do.” He said. 

Harper stayed silent for a moment before nodding to his words, which made Shaw smile at that. His hand remaining on her shoulder, he guided her out of the house. 

It all seemed to be going to plan until her grandparents made an unexpected appearance.

“What are you doing here?” Harper's grandfather quickly approached Shaw, a stern look on his face.

“Taking back what's rightfully mine, you know… It pained me to see her leave for that pathetic man.” Shaw spoke, clearly talking about Harriet and Freddie. “I'm just here to pick up my daughter.” 

“Over my damn dead body you will.” Harper's grandfather almost spat at him. “Leave my property, or I'll make you.” He said.

Harper stayed silent watching the situation unfold, feeling herself getting overwhelmed again. She could easily head the thoughts in their heads, doing her best to keep herself grounded.

Shaw chuckled at what he said. Oh he could've easily killed them, if he wanted to. But he wanted to take a different approach towards this. “Oh really? You think you want to mess with me?”

“Leave Shaw, she's fine here with us.” Her grandmother, despite both of them being much older, still had some fight left within them

Her grandmother formed a fireball in her hand before shooting it over to Shaw, to which he quickly moved away with Harper still close to him. He quickly absorbed the energy.

Her grandparents stood there in silence watching him, Shaw gave them a disapproving look.

“Now, that wasn't so nice. Was it?” Shaw said neatening his suit, his eyes stared at both of her grandparents.

Watching her grandfather rush towards him, Shaw quickly grabbed his arms practically twisting it.

“I've played this game before, old man, and I won't stop.” His tone was firm.

Harper felt her stress rising, her control was beginning to slip.

“Stop you're scaring me!” She said, she sent a large wave of telepathic energy on them, but it wasn't as bad as the one unleashed on her parents.

Harper's grandparents backed away as Harper said that. Shaw felt the mental energy, almost holding his head. He couldn't help but laugh. He knew he had to play the waiting game… So be it. Harper was remarkable. HIS daughter was powerful.

“One day you'll come to regret keeping her here, in this home like a bird in a cage.” He spoke, before looking down to Harper, placing a hand behind her head. 

“Be a good kid, never hide who you are.” He whispered the last part to Harper, giving her a small kiss on her head before leaving them in peace.

It was then her grandparents rushed to her and asked if she was okay, her grandmother especially. Hugging her closely, Harper watched Shaw leave until his figure disappeared from her sight.

[thedawningofthehour]

Ok ok ok, i have finished chapter 40 now and i can unleash the unholy amount of screenshots I’ve taken.

ALWBSOEBWLSBIRNEOERB

The way that you write interactions between characters and especially this interaction makes me weak. I had to stop reading after this part yesterday and bookmark the rest for today. I think that the part specifically about her watching them all grow up and being so proud of them made me want to sob. If I believed in ghosts this is how I would picture my dead family members.

Also the fact the Draxums family members watch Galois is insane to me. Just the idea that he’s not biologically part of their family but they still watch him as though he was!

the noise I made when I read this cannot be translated to any noise in the english language.

HE’S REMEMBERING!!!!

this part as well with the last comment ^

I don’t know why but the “Do… whatever it is Blues do.” Comment struck me to my soul.

maybe it’s the way it was said but just saying ‘Blues’ seems so sweet to me (separate from everything else that’s happening of course)

You need to stop writing such quoteable quotes. (Please keep writing them, my soul needs pain every so often)

ALSBIEBEKSBSIWBDOEBRIWNSLDB

I haven’t really thought about Raph in this story much because it’s been a couple chapters sense he’s been a major part but dang. I love the leader duo so much and just seeing them interact like this is so sweet.

Ok…… so,

if I were Gale I would have thrown up by now. Like, I understand him needing this to happen for security in mind but dang. I think this goes several levels past ‘metal’

I think the comments from Draxum about taking Bradfords body apart to study just struck me as so inhumane and terrified me a little. That just seems so psychopathic. I get that he’s a scientist and this would be a breakthrough to see how double mutations worked but dang.

I think I actually screamed when I read this. I did not remember this decision being made and it threw me for a loop all the way to China or some other country really far from America.

I’m so upset right now, so I was just wrong on the poll. I see.

Hunginn and Munginn are genuinely my favorite characters. I love the way they interact with eachother as well as others.

I can’t even process this. It’s 2:00 in the afternoon for me, my brain gave me an eviction notice when I woke up and left when I read this.

always, love your work as always and I hope you have an amazing holiday season :)

(I am perfectly fine with people leaving comments like this but I do worry that someday tumblr will just decide to eat it so if you're going to leave a comment in an ask please back it up-I try to answer everything within a few days so if it's been a week or so just resend it because it probably got snapped)

I really love that Rise, even with its emphasis on the boys being Splinter's biological sons and that playing an important role in the storyline, made a point of non-biological family ties.

I loved that April was included as a Hamato. She wasn't related by blood, but she considers the boys and Splinter to be family and they consider her the same. She fought for what the Hamato clan was supposed to stand for, protecting the world, and that mattered more than who her parent's parent's parents were. She was one of them, because April O'Neil has always been an intrinsic part of TMNT.

Draxum is their second dad, Casey was immediately adopted into the family, Casey Jr was Leo's son as much as he was Cassandra's-there were no blood ties in any of that, they were just family because they wanted to be. I love that.

Draxum's family would have considered all the boys to be his sons no matter what happened, but considering Draxum's relationship with Gale-yeah, they're extra attached. Plus they feel awful about what happened.

-skipping down to the part about the autopsy'

I mean, Gale is no stranger to gore. It doesn't come up much because I usually describe Gale doing machinery stuff in his chapters, but Draxum's specialties lie in the squishier sciences. He's absolutely dissected animals and performed grotesque experiments that go against god's will while chatting up his son. He reviews autopsy reports while drinking his morning coffee. He'd do it at the dinner table if he wasn't the "put your devices AWAY AT THE TABLE dinner is FAMILY TIME" kind of dad. So the blood and guts absolutely do not phase either of them. Draxum's got grosser stuff just sitting in jars on his shelf.

Now normally, yes, Draxum would treat the autopsy of a sentient being-especially one of his former comrades-with a little more respect. He'd still do it, obviously, his duty to science outweighs his personal comfort. He'd just do it with the reverence a donor deserves, and give whatever's left of them a proper burial or whatever. (depends on their wishes-like, Draxum would be totally cool with someone stringing together his skeleton and using it as a teaching aide)

But Bradford tried to kill his son. Twice. He intentionally deceived Draxum with the express purpose of getting closer to Galois, used him to get a 'cure' for his partner and then planned to double-cross him and rip his head off in view of his father just to force Draxum to live with that. He wanted to torture the kid.

Honestly, Draxum couldn't defile his corpse enough. He'd have tossed his remains in his septic tank if Gale hadn't freaked out and demanded they be thoroughly destroyed. It's probably a good thing he was already dead, Draxum would have taken a long, long time killing him.

-

I don't actually mention Leo making the decision-because for him, it was already made. He chose in 39 that if he had to join Draxum to stay with his brother, he was willing to do that. All his conversation with his grandmother and hearing about all the bullshit going on outside did was reinforce that it was something he needed to do.

I worried that people would be a bit blindsighted when they got down to Leo actually doing the thing. I hope it didn't throw people for too much of a loop.

-

Huginn and Muninn are so fun to write, fr. Their dialogue just comes to be so easily. It's actually a challenge to get them to shut up and go away so I can get back to the plot-centric characters, because they will happily yammer on for 2500 words about nothing.

Happy holidays! It was feeling like December was pacing at a reasonable pace, and now I blink and it's less than a week until Christmas. I still need to wrap my presents. :P I currently just have a giant Amazon box right in front of my door, I have to push it out of the way to accept DoorDash orders. I'm hoping the weather forecasts are wrong and we get SOME snow in time. Come on, December is the only time I want snow, I do not want it January-May but you insist on giving it to me then, world.

[yandere-toons]

So I've been reading all these villain reader and Darkwing Duck by the lovely :] ANON and it got me thinking. Wasn't there an episode where Gosalyn went into the future alongside Megavolt and Quackerjack and it turned out Darkwing Duck was really affected by her disappearance? Can't remember what episode that was but I thought it would be interesting if the roles were reversed and instead of Gos it was the reader. I especially find it endearing to imagining Megs and Quackerjack's reaction to how delusional he is towards you as you block them from his wrath.

I don't how old the :] ANON intended for the villain reader to be but for some reason I can't help but imagine them being younger than the purple clad “hero”, and it's Drake Mallard's constant nagging that makes the reader accidentally call him dad. I can imagine it being a recurring thing where when Darkwing interrupts one of their plans, the reader is just so fed up that they blurt it out. Forgetting to the fact that they're working aside another villain and their sudden outburst stops them in their tracks. Which then leads to them realizing what they did and being really embarrassed by it. Sorry but this whole ordeal really got me thinking of an idea of their powers and animal species, along with attire. Their powers are telekinesis and they are a black scoter duck adorned with purple gloves. A cape that reaches their hips, a pair of black boots and a darker purple battle bodysuit, not unlike the outfit of Darkwing Duck but more mutat, and except the hat. Though i just came up with this on the fly so some things might change if i decide to continue this, and aegean thanks so much :] ANON for inspiring me, your ideas are great <3

Cool ideas! In case you want to see the episode again, it was "Time and Punishment." That's the birthplace of Darkwarrior Duck!

Darkwarrior would be so much more convinced that Megavolt and Quackerjack are what's stopping the villain reader from fully reforming, and he tells the villain reader over and over how he's saving them from the electric chair by making them his sidekick.

[otnesse]

Found this post by AGW (who I suspect is DocColress/TruthGuard) detailing why the likes of Maleficent aren't going to be on the Complete Monster trope despite clearly fitting. And quite frankly, most of his arguments for why she doesn't qualify are excessively stupid.

"EDIT: Here it is: For starters, Maleficent is an early modern take on The Fair Folk, and while in the thirties and early forties she might have seemed monstrous, by current standards she's pretty much run-of-the-mill Classic Villain material. Sure, you cheer her death, but at the end, virtually all of her evil deeds are undone, nobody's left traumatized (or even dead, if I remember), and her idea of Mind Rape isn't particularly scary for anyone over 12. I haven't heard anyone ever mention how loathsome she was; most consider her pretty awesome. As for Gaston, I'll admit he's a walking talking Kick The Dog moment, but it makes him look more like a cartoonish Jerk Jock than this trope. He's even Evilly Affable enough to have undergone a minor Memetic Mutation once upon a time; most people think of him as an amusing (if villainous) buffoon for his acts. Complete Monsters aren't that entertaining (except The Joker, but he's a special case)."

First of all, her actions weren't "classic run-of-the-mill villain material" in the slightest. She literally inflicted a death curse on a then-newborn Aurora and issued a manhunt against her for sixteen years with the very clear implication that had her minions been more intelligent, she would have successfully tracked her down and pricked her finger on a spinning wheel WELL before her 16th birthday, and if you've read "Talia, the Sun and the Moon," you'd realize what Maleficent tried to pull on Phillip with her ultimate plan was effectively engineered rape at BEST, meaning if anything, her main plan is actually a whole lot MORE SCARIER when you're over 12 than under it when you realize precisely WHAT was going to happen. "Run-of-the-mill classic villain material" if anything was closer to the likes of Team Rocket from Pokemon (specifically the Dork Ages such as AG and DP where they were so incompetent they actually were more pitiful than a true threat) or even Elmer Fudd from the old Bugs Bunny cartoons (ie, so pathetically easy to beat that you really have more reason to feel sorry for them than actually root for their defeat). Oh, and Eggman from Sonic X. I'll grant him Gaston, though that's only because he was EXTREMELY poorly written as a character (heck, ALL the characters save for maybe Beast were terribly written in that movie, and even he narrowly dodged a few bullets there). Then again, to be fair, we've had plenty of poorly-written villains who qualified as Complete Monsters despite that (like Infinite for example, or that mummy lady from the 2017 remake since they specifically intended for her to be a tragic villain yet was so poorly written for that role that she qualified as a complete monster instead). In fact, the main reason for me for why he cannot qualify is because the Gaston Reprise would have required adding the entire village into that trope. Personally, I think the fact that he had far less shame trying to rape Belle made him a bit more of a qualifier than Claude Frollo if we were to be objective (at least Frollo going by Hellfire actually DID have reservations for doing that, while Gaston literally sang with pride in the worst written reprise ever his intention to blackmail Belle into marrying him by throwing her dad into a lunatic asylum, which if you stopped and thought about what asylums were like back then is ESPECIALLY harsh). Might as well also add, not even the bit about her being Fair Folk was an excuse to exempt her, especially when the film if anything indicated that even by Fair Folk standards, what she did was ESPECIALLY heinous (especially when you remember that even in old Fair Folk depictions where they didn't live to human conception of morality, one of the few lines they wouldn't DARE cross, one of the few things they actually HAD in common morality-wise to humans, is to maim or slay a child, viewing them as sacred. The worst they're allowed to do is abduct them, nothing more than that, while Maleficent clearly violated even Fair Folk standards based on what Flora, Fauna, and Merriwether reacted to her acts.).

Second of all, I can name plenty of Complete Monsters who actually ARE entertaining and are likeable enough for them to have actual fanbases. Case in point: Albert Wesker. Also Kefka Palazzo (heck, one guy outright said that his being an irredeemable nihilistic scumbag who made destruction a goal in and of itself is PRECISELY why he's widely considered one of Final Fantasy's best villains, so there is such a thing as people liking Complete Monsters precisely BECAUSE they're irredeemable scumbags. For the record, I have a similar argument for Volgin as well for why he IMO is probably one of Metal Gear's BEST villains, which is that he's one of the few villains who is OPENLY an evil scumbag, makes no pretensions to being that, and isn't intentionally depicted as being effectively the same as the protagonist/the good guys.). Or even Dr. Weil or Palpatine, who have HUGE fandoms in and of themselves, even praise them as being among the best villains in the franchise. Same goes for Claude Frollo as well, he's got plenty of fans as well, some even going as far as to root for the Empire. Heck, one character in particular, Harry Lyme, literally ended up qualifying for the trope despite the actual trope creator outright OBJECTING to his inclusion precisely BECAUSE of his being likeable enough that people looked forward to what was his next evil act. There have been PLENTY of Complete Monsters who people were actually ENTERTAINED by and actually LIKED. So "likeability" and "entertainability" are hardly qualifiers for disqualification. It's their actual ACTIONS and what they represent. Heck, plenty of those same CMs are also meme material, like Wesker or Palpatine.

Third of all, using the whole "current standards" garbage qualification, literally ALL villains can't qualify as "complete monsters" no matter how heinous because current standards say they don't. Using his argument, thanks to how Zeno basically wiped out even MORE universes and by extension slaughtered infinitely more innocents than Zamasu and Frieza combined EVER did under even WORSE rationales in the manga [basically believing there were too much and deciding to just wipe them out and it not even being the first time he used that rationale, doing that with those prior six universes that got erased before the start of the entire Dragon Ball series] and is STILL treated as a firm good guy, that basically single-handedly rejected Frieza and Zamasu from the trope precisely BECAUSE Zeno's actions and still qualifying as a firm good guy meant that "current standards" reject even explicit mass murder for petty reasons as a qualification (and more than just Frieza and Zamasu either, it even exempts Grand Moff Tarkin for essentially the same reason). We should use "timeless standards", not "current" standards, which usually don't make any sense even in context (I mean, if we were to be consistent with the standards, The Boss from Snake Eater equally qualifies as a Complete Monster after her stunt with the Davy Crockett precisely BECAUSE that acted as Volgin's MEH that landed HIM into Complete Monsterdom, and with similar motivations driving her as well).

Finally, I can name a few Complete Monsters, and by that I mean those who actually DID qualify for the trope, who actually DID have their actions undone, like most Dragon Ball Z villains (Frieza and Cell, even Buu and Babidi as well. Let's not forget the Dragon Balls generally eliminated and undid practically EVERY evil thing those villains committed. And Zamasu was a rather blatant case especially after Whis and Beerus [sort-of] created an alternate timeline.). Also Queen Grimhilde, her actions were literally undone by the end of the movie (Snow White was restored to life by the prince via PRECISELY the antidote her spellbook stated). Also Mephiles/Iblis/Solaris, and even Erazor Djinn. If anything, Maleficent's actions being undone were more like what happened with Erazor or Mephiles, or even Frieza, so if anything she's even MORE of a qualification.

Sorry, but Maleficent if anything firmly deserves to be in the position, and it's pretty clear ACW is engaging in Draco in Leather Pants actions with her, simping for her. If he insists on keeping Claude Frollo, fine, but she definitely needs to be included, period.

[6mommymilkers9]

If your comfortable with this, how would the four lords react to fem!reader being pregnant?

As soon as I read this, I knew I had to write it! Thanks for the request :)

The Four Lord's With A Pregnant S/O Headcannons

Alcina Dimitrescu

° Alcina is extremely ecstatic. Considering you both...lacked the necessary equipment to have a child of your own, it was planned, so it was nothing but happiness for the Lord and yourself.

° Lady Dimitrescu, having daughters of her own, knew nothing of how to care for an infant or child no more than the size of her calf. Her daughters were born from Cadou; this was something new. She won't say she was nervous, but her eyes told her lies.

° The pregnancy was a very 'on the fence' type. Life in the small village wasn't as boring as everyone thinks, so the constant excitement was a bit of a problem. Thankfully your daughters let their antics subside (The mom look Lady Dimitrescu gave them scared the shit outta them).

° With that, there were maids, of the highest order per Alcina's request, that took care of you. They had helped you walk around when your baby bump grew heavy, making you wobble. As well as with getting up the stairs and such. You never touched a single broom or dusk cleaner during this time.

° Alcina took care of you in the more intimate ways. Putting away her books and drama with Mother Miranda, she gave you her iconic smile as she helped you bathe or rub your back when it was a testing day. She always made sure you wore a face around her.

° Over all, she may be nervous, but absolutely in love with her unborn child, ready to see them any moment to spoil the hell out of them. It's mother instinct you know.

Salvatore Moreau

° Moreau, as soon as he heard the news, was scared AS SHIT! Before his mutations, he was a doctor, the birthing wasn't what bothered him. It was the part of "I'm a dad?"

° Only Mother Miranda knows how he landed you as a partner, but you carrying his child? Oh boy that was something new. Him being insecure, this made it worse, but at the same time made him happier than ever. All he ever wanted was a family, and looks like he was getting it, even if he had the personality of a wet towel.

° He would stalk up on books about parenting and pregnancy to help you at any point he physically or mentally could. Since he is physically disabled from his reactions to the Cadou, he isn't that much of help with walking around or such things of that sort. He is more than happy to help you talk your head off. Even if he can't speak well, he musters the longest conversations he could with you to get things off your mind.

° He gives you tons of offerings and gifts. If you mentioned you liked something, he would get it for you. Though, he found you much preferred to be wrapped in his coat on the large bed you two shared in the mines. He would smile everytime he walks in on you napping in his coat, his pride shows through.

° With his happiness, he worries about his child's conditions. Would they be the same as him? Would they have his same complications? With the little technology he had, he couldn't know the answer and that scared him.

° What he suffers from was preventable, he doesn't want his child to suffer from something they were born with. To him, he saw it as cruel. This ends up with you having to comfort him until you convinced him that whatever happened, your child would be loved the same. Things will be alright.

Donna Beneviento

° Well, it's the same concept with Lady Dimitrescu. It was planned with some help. Now, in contrast to Alcina, Donna had dealt with a small child, bearing her own. Do to an accident, her child passed away, which made her dive into her work as a doll maker.

° She was extremely scared. Not for you, but your baby. Her failure to protect her child in the past projected to her child now. What if she couldn't protect the baby? What would she do in an emergency? In summary, she is a big worrier.

° All the corners in the houses and sharp objects were child protected, and you were only in your first trimester! That's not the worst of it, she was always by your side. It sounds nice, but she was way too clingy. After some talking, she gave you room to breathe.

° As a doll maker, she also had a hobby of knitting clothes, making outfits for your child. They arranged from dinosaurs, to dolls, to even herbs. You watched as she knit and even tried it out for yourself. Let's just say you ended up with a deformed sleeve. You let Donna handle the clothing from then on.

°She is always there to comfort you in any way possible. If she is off for a meeting, she makes sure Angie stays with you to keep you company and help with anything you need. Angie sees you as her mother and treats you as such. She can't wait to see her new sibling.

° When you are in pain, you bet Donna is on her way to make some tea with special herbs to help with it. Her green thumb is something special in that garden of hers. You couldn't thank her enough. Better than a prescription from a doctor anyways.

°She and Angie take great care of you and make sure your needs and wants are met. You have two amazing people..and dolls by your side. Just wait until the little one arrives!

Karl Heisenberg

° He is on the fence about it, really. It's not like he doesn't want the child, but he doesn't have the best parental figures. He doesn't know if he would be a good father or not.

° Over time, he would ease up, listening to your encouraging words about your future family and events. Though he still has moments of doubt when he wanders around the factory to tend to the Soldats that were malfunctioning.

° He ain't soft and he ain't a sissy, but that facade is thrown down the drain when he would curl up behind you to wrap his arms around your baby bump and whisper to his unborn child. He isn't much of a singer, but he hums songs from his childhood against your bump, thinking the baby could hear him.

° Karl absolutely gushes over you and the baby when he can feel a kick. He can sense the strength the little one has already. "Atta champ! Just like your old man." He is going to drag for days to his machines about the strength of his child and how they will grow to be a great leader someday.

° He is overprotective as anyone could think. Especially when Mother Miranda is around. Her, thinking it's her grandchild, decided one day to pay a visit. Karl wouldn't have that, nearly tripping over his own feet to drag her ass to the bottom of hell's tunnel.

° No one is going to mess with you and he makes sure to everyone that is clear. The Soldats don't even try to bother you. In a factory of killing machines, you are the being they are most afraid to even look at. Just wait until your child is born. Those poor machines.

[ragingbookdragon]

My Brother's Best Friend Is The One For Me

Wally West x Batsis!Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 3.6K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: Got to rereading my Batsis fics and came across the "What A Flashy Romance" and wanted to do another one with Wally because I love him. Enjoy! -Thorne

Being the middle child and also the only girl in the Batfamily meant two things:

1. She had four brothers that treated her like a porcelain doll, despite the fact that she could throw a punch at 336 PSI.

And

2. She followed an unspoken rule that Dick and Jason’s friends were off limits when it came to dating.

In all, neither of those things were major problems. She’d learned at a young age how to avoid Dick and Jason’s overbearing-protective-brother-modes, and Tim and Damian were younger, so she didn’t have to worry about them. The second one was also avoidable—most of her older brothers’ friends were the same, and she wasn’t around most of them to develop any feelings.

Well, there was Wally, but it was just a crush. A stupid, little school-girl crush—that she’d never really grown out of—that didn’t matter in the slightest. Except whenever Dick brought him over to the house and she had to pretend that sitting next to him didn’t make her heart race like she’d run a mile.

And the most annoying thing about the whole crush is that she couldn’t tell if Wally was ever interested in her or not. Most of Dick’s friends, Garth, Kyle, Roy, they treated her like a little sister—hell, they even said “Love you lil sis!” to her regularly. And yet, Wally didn’t. Now, there was the occasional head pat, but even that was an affectionate gesture that siblings and SO’s did all the time. It was infuriating, and so was Wally—but she was going to sort it all out the next time he came over because the worst thing he could say was “No”, and either she needed to hear that…or “Yes”.

***

Normal Sundays for the Wayne household usually meant Ultimate Waffle Breakfast and sitting on your ass all day until patrol—it was the one day of the week where they could do anything and nothing and didn’t have to stick to schedules. Everyone loved Sundays, especially (Y/N), because it meant that all of her family was home, even Jason (who tried to deny that he enjoyed coming home to hang out, but if that mile long grin was any help, he was lying). And while everyone was home, that usually meant that everybody’s friends were coming over too.

***

She swiped the syrup out of Jason’s hand when he swung it back around, grinning at him when he glared at her.

“I was gonna use that, (Y/N),” he griped, and she shrugged, uncapping the bottle.

She tipped it over and watched the syrup lazily pour out of the container onto her waffles.

“You were taking too long.” Her eyes twinkled with humor. “I guess you were as…slow as molasses.”

While most of the table groaned at her terrible joke, Dick snorted into his milk, causing it to splatter on his plate and across the table.

“Nice one,” he coughed, wiping his face and the dark oak surface.

(Y/N) bowed dramatically. “Well, I did learn from the best.” When Dick’s face lit up, she turned to Alfred and smiled. “Alfie, thank you for teaching me your ways.”

The old butler merely tipped his head, a hidden smile crossing his lips at the way the eldest son’s jaw went slack. She turned her attention to Bruce who was quietly chewing, eyes following along the research paper she’d asked him to check out.

“Dad, what’s on your agenda for today?”

He swallowed and flicked a line out with a red pen, etching his own comment in the margin. “Lucius has a few ideas about some new gadgets he wanted to run by me.” Another line went out. “I’ll call him after breakfast.” Bruce looked at her. “You?”

(Y/N) nodded at the paper in his hands, then slapped Jason’s who was reaching over to take a piece of bacon from her plate. “Waiting for you to finish tearing me a new one so I can redo the paper.” She cut into the waffle with the side of her fork. “Once I salvage what little scientific dignity you’ve left me with, I’ll probably laze around.”

“You mean what you do normally?” Bruce quipped, grinning when she glowered at him; his eyes went back to her paper. “You’re doing well so far.”

She huffed. “Tell that to every red line you’ve marked out in that paragraph.”

He flashed the paper. “I’m writing in the margins how to change it. This isn’t a dissertation, sweetheart. You’re allowed to make mistakes. We all do.”

(Y/N) grumbled as her cheeks warmed and she went back to her plate as the conversation flowed around her.

Most of it was the discussion of what everyone was planning on doing, Damian was going to play video games, Tim was going to join him (which she knew was going to be fun while the moment lasted until the petty sibling rivalry got in the way and their gaming dwindled into a physical fight that she and probably Dick were going to have to break up), Jason was going to use the workbench in the cave to upgrade some gear, and Dick apparently,

“Wally and Garth are gonna come over later and hang out.”

She paused, mid-stab of her fork and looked at up. “Wally’s coming over?”

He nodded. “And Garth. We were gonna go to the mall and get some new clothes.”

Jason snorted, laying an arm over the backs of Tim and (Y/N)’s chairs. “Spending money with daddy’s credit card, Dickie?”

Dick smirked. “Just like you.” Jason merely matched his grin, and while the entire table was cracking up at Bruce’s frown, (Y/N) was silent, heart beating faster at the thought of seeing Wally.

“(Y/N)?” She startled and looked up at Dick.

“Huh?”

“I asked if you were okay. You got quiet all of the sudden.”

She smiled and shook her head. “Yeah, just thought about all of the corrections I’m gonna have to do because somebody CAN’T STOP MARKING OUT MY PARAGRAPHS.” Bruce merely smiled and knocked out another line.

It was a lie. It was the biggest lie she’d told right next to the one she told when Bruce had asked her where she was on prom night her senior year a few years ago—she was totally not saving a different sector of the universe with Kyle Rayner, she was dancing with Sam Reilly all night—she strongly believed her dad knew the truth—Batman knew everything.

Bruce handed the paper back to her and she groaned as she scanned the red lines on every page. It was going to take her hours to go over this.

Jason leaned over and read the title, “Cellular Division and Mutation Under Extreme Elemental Circumstances…a composition by (Y/N) Wayne.” He cocked a dark brow. “Go big or go home, huh, baby girl?”

(Y/N) hummed. “Doctor Halberd wanted us to pick challenging topics for the research paper this term.” A crooked smile crossed her lips. “I’m nothing if not ambitious about proving I’m smarter than everyone else.”

“You need another source,” Bruce murmured, sipping the steaming black coffee. “One-fourteen is good, but I’d go for one-fifteen.”

She groaned and dropped her head. “Are you kidding me? I had enough trouble gathering that many.”

“Why don’t you use Barry?” Tim piped up, mouth full of whip cream and strawberries.

“Master Timothy, we do not talk with our mouth full,” Alfred admonished, and Tim blushed.

(Y/N)’s head shot up and she stared at her brother. “That’s actually a good idea. Speedsters would make for perfect references about cellular division.” An idea popped into her head and she glanced at Dick. “And since Wally is com—”

“Nope,” Dick interrupted, pointing at her. “Wally is coming over to hang out, not to be poked and prodded to finish a paper.”

She let out a whine and turned to Bruce. “Dad, tell Dick to let me at least talk to Wally about it.”

Bruce turned his attention onto Dick. “Let your sister talk to Wally about her paper.”

“Oh, come on,” he complained and (Y/N) stood from her seat, hurrying around the table to stand behind Dick’s seat.

She draped herself over his shoulders, tucking her chin in the crook of his neck. “I promise I won’t be annoying if you let me come with you. I’ll ask two questions every thirty minutes and I’ll go do shopping on my own, so I won’t be in the way.” (Y/N) craned her neck and pulled the most pitiful puppy eyes she could. “Please?”

Dick’s eyes darted to her face and then he looked away. Just one more push.

“Please frate?” she begged and when his eyes went wide from the usage of his native tongue, she knew she’d won him over.

He deflated and let out a sigh. “Fine,” he grumbled. “You can come with us.”

(Y/N) squealed and pressed a kiss to his cheekbone, as she grabbed the paper and hurried towards the door. She halted and spun around, looking at her father.

“What do I need to be most specific about?”

“Division under elemental circumstances.”

She glowered at him. “No shit Sherlock. Specifics.”

“Molecular division under terrestrial gamma-ray flashes.”

“That’ll work,” (Y/N) nodded and exited to room.

Jason looked out the door then back to his brothers. “She’s way to excited about science sometimes.” They merely laughed.

***

She raised the red lace, cold shoulder V-neck shirt to her chest before frowning, and switching it with the full lace blue shirt with mini golden lightning bolt charms hanging off the trim. After a moment, she pulled the blue one down and sighed.

“You know, if you want to impress him, I’d wear the red shirt.”

She jumped and barely managed to suppress the scream that was coming up in her throat as she swiveled around to face her door. Jason stood in the doorway, a knowing look on his face. She could play this one of two ways: she could be truthful, or she could lie—she chose the latter.

“What do you mean?” He snorted and walked into her room, taking a seat at her desk.

“I mean if you’re trying to impress Wally, wear the shirt that’s the color of his suit, (Y/N).” She looked away and into the mirror, but she couldn’t escape the eyes boring into her back.

“Is it that obvious?” she asked quietly, and he laughed.

“That you’re head over heels for Dick’s best friend? Oh yeah. Totally.”

She sighed and sat on her bed, pulling the red top over her torso. “It’s just a crush.”

“Seems like more than a crush to me, baby girl.”

(Y/N) pulled the fabric down and looked at him. “Are you gonna tell Dick?”

Jason scoffed. “Do I look like a narc to you?”

She cocked a brow and deadpanned, “Just the other night you told dad that Damian lifted Two-Face’s wallet when he was being put in a cruiser.”

“Well, that wasn’t something important,” he countered and nodded at her. “This is.” He paused and shrugged. “Nah, I’m not gonna tell Dickhead. Play this out however you see fit, baby girl.”

(Y/N) stared at him for a moment then averted her gaze and let out a sigh; Jason huffed.

“That sounds like a heavy sigh, (Y/N). What’s wrong?”

She shrugged. “I don’t even know if Wally would be interested in me. He’s him and I’m me.”

Jason stood and walked over, kneeling in front of her. “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”

(Y/N) met his eyes. “Anytime he’s had a girlfriend she’s always been super strong or really outspoken.”

“And you’re not?” he quipped, causing her to huff.

“You know what I mean, Jay.”

He nodded. “Okay, so you’re not an Amazon or shoving your head up someone’s ass for a story. But you’re you.”

“And that means?”

“You’re the only daughter of the World’s Greatest Detective who’s a wicked smart science major by day and a badass vigilante by night.” He cupped her cheeks. “You are intelligent, warmhearted, talented, and absolutely beautiful.” Jason smushed her cheeks together and grinned as she giggled. “And if Wally doesn’t see any of what I just said, then he’s a damn fool and not worth your time. You hear me, baby girl?”

She nodded. “I hear you.”

Jason gave her a firm nod and let go, standing to his feet. “Now come on let’s go do your makeup.”

(Y/N) blinked. “You can do makeup?”

“Baby girl, I can do a lot of things. Now hurry up. That razor sharp eye liner and golden eyeshadow isn’t going to do itself.”

***

She waited beside Dick with a pleasant smile on her face, and despite the fluttering heartbeat in her chest, Jason’s pep talk kept running through her head and with every passing moment, she felt her confidence rising. He was right, if she told Wally and he didn’t feel the same, then it was his loss and her gain to move on and find someone else.

A black sedan pulled up at the manor and the passenger window rolled down, revealing Wally at the wheel and Garth in the passenger’s seat. Dick waved at them.

“Hey guys,” he greeted. “How was the drive over?”

“Oh, you know, we saw three carjacking’s and one armed robbery,” Garth quipped. “I assume that’s normal for Gotham though.”

“It’s a bit below average actually,” (Y/N) piped up. “Hi Garth. Hi Wally.”

Wally smiled and Garth waved in return as the two siblings started getting in the car.

“You’re coming with us, (Y/N)?” Wally questioned and she nodded.

“Do you want me to lie to you or give you the truth?”

He chuckled. “I’m always open for a good story.”

“I wanted to buy out Victoria’s Secret and piss off any boyfriends who are in hot water with their girlfriends.” The guys laughed and she admitted, “Truth though, I need one last source for a research paper.”

“Gonna find that source shopping?” Garth asked and (Y/N) caught Wally’s eyes in the rear-view mirror.

“Actually, my last source is Wally.”

They fell silent and looked at her, though the speedster’s focus was on the road.

“What are you gonna source Wally on?” The Atlantean inquired.

“My paper is over cellular mutation under distress from elemental conditions.” She smiled at Wally. “Our speedster here, is a walking subject perfect for the paper. I can only hope that he agrees to be a willing participant.”

Wally chuckled. “I’d be willing to part with a few secrets for you. Of course, I’d have to—”

“Remain anonymous.” (Y/N) winked. “I’m sure my professor would be okay with me citing ‘The Flash’ so long as I had a picture with him to back it up.”

“I like pictures,” he murmured, pulling into the parking lot.

“That’s good to know,” she replied and when he put the car in park, she took her purse and added, “So I’ll leave you boys to do your shopping and Wally, I’ll text you any questions I have.”

“You’re not gonna hang around?” Garth asked and she shook her head.

“Nah, I don’t wanna be the annoying little sister who follows her older brother and his friends around.” She smiled at them. “Besides, Dick was kind enough to let me come along. Least I can do is stay out of your way.”

(Y/N) opened the door and waved at them. “Text me when you’re ready to leave and I’ll meet you back here.”

***

Despite the initial joke that she was going to buy out the lingerie store, there was actually some truth in the statement, and she drew her fingers over one of the lace baby dolls as she looked at her phone, grinning like a dope at Wally’s response.

Well, I wouldn’t say I’d grow a second skin from how fast my cells regenerate, but I can make my body heal instantaneously. -W

Can you regenerate limbs or major organs? –(Y/I)

Major organs or useful ones? -W

(Y/N) paused at his response and thought for a moment. It was risky. Sending the text, she was thinking about was risky, but it’d sure get her point across that she was into him. With her heart hammering in her chest, she pushed send and stuck her phone in her pocket.

Whichever ones are useful to you, Wally? ;) –(Y/N)

Her phone didn’t buzz for a good minute, and Wally took less than a second to reply, so he was doing one of two things: A.) Telling Dick that his younger sister sent a flirty text, or B.) Trying to figure out how to let her down easy. (Y/N) didn’t know which one was worse. Her hip buzzed and she inhaled shakily, pulling her phone out of her pocket with one eye cracked open to see how screwed she was.

Do you have a useful one in mind, beautiful? -W

She had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep from letting out the biggest gasp any human had ever made, and she nervously looked around her to make sure no one else was staring at her. She grinned as she replied to him.

Oh, I could think of one…or two or three…Why? Is there gonna be a pop quiz over this later? I’ll have you know I’m an excellent test taker. –(Y/N)

Is that so? Well, what happens if you were to fail this particular pop quiz, (Y/N)? -W

I guess you’d have to stay the night for a study session and help me make a better grade ;) –(Y/I)

As she waited for another response, someone’s hand touched the small of her back and she reacted, immediately stepping away from the offending touch to spin on them. Her eyes went wide when she saw Wally standing before her, a grin on his face, phone in his hand.

“I think an overnight study session is possible, (Y/N).”

Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, like a fish until she finally got her brain to work and asked, “I thought you were shopping with Dick and Garth?”

He shrugged. “Told Dick you asked me an advanced question that’d be easier to answer in person than over text.” He wiggled his brows. “You know, advanced equations and scientific gibberish.”

(Y/N) huffed a laugh and turned back around, trying to ignore the heat in her cheeks as she picked up one of the teddies. And when she realized what it looked like, she only felt more flustered. Crimson with baby blue trimming and was practically a shoelace.

“Well, that’sa hint if there ever was one,” Wally quipped, and she pulled the lingerie out of his line of sight.

“It was just the first one I grabbed!” she exclaimed, snapping her mouth shut when people looked over at them. Her cheeks felt like they were wildfires, and she pressed her head against the cool metal of the rack, sighing with what little relief it provided.

“You know, (Y/N),” he started softly. “If you’re not comfortable, this doesn’t have to go anywhere. I can forget this ever happened if you want me to.” (Y/N) opened her eyes and peered at him, at the concern but also the kindness in his gaze.

“I just—” she murmured and trailed off before letting out a sigh. “It’s kinda complicated.”

“Okay,” Wally nodded. “My mouth might work faster than my brain sometimes but lay it on me.”

She cracked a smile and thought back on Jason’s words. If Wally doesn’t see any of what I just said, then he’s a damn fool and not worth your time.

(Y/N) took a deep breath and looked at him, admitting, “Wally, I have…feelings for you.” His eyes widened and though she felt the sting of embarrassment, she pushed out her words. “It’s stupid, like one of those dumb childhood crushes that just sticks with you, you know?”

She averted her gaze and looked at her peep toe heels. “I just don’t wanna screw anything up because even if you don’t feel anything like I do, I don’t wanna lose you as a friend. Because I do value your friendship.” She sighed. “And Dick. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable about coming over to see him if there’s a chance you’ll have to see me too. I just—”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Wally interrupted gently, a smile growing on his face. “You’re thinking way big here, (Y/N). Bigger than you need to right now.”

She met his eyes. “Right now?” she repeated, and he reached out, taking her hand in his. His fingers felt tingly against her palm and he smiled.

“I like you, (Y/N).”

She blinked at him, practically dumbfounded. “You…you do?”

Wally nodded and confessed, “Have for a couple years, but I didn’t wanna make a move not knowing if you were interested.” His cheeks tinged pink, and he said, “But I’m glad you are. Like super glad.” (Y/N) giggled, suddenly feeling really foolish for all her worry and Wally let out a chuckle too.

She stared at him for a moment, relishing the coolness of his skin before pulling away, toying with the teddy in her other hand.

“So, about tonight…you staying over?”

Wally let out a groan and looked between her and the lingerie. “Probably, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to get away long enough to spend some time alone with you.”

(Y/N) let out a ‘pfft’ and winked. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out, Flash. You are the fastest man alive.”

“You’re into quickies? Good to know,” he grinned.

“Shut up,” she giggled.

[quicksilverrwrites]

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: peter maximoff x reader 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you can’t sleep and neither can peter, but at least you both know exactly how to comfort one another. 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2.4k 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+, fluff, peter and reader are early to mid twenties, british reader 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: y/n is known by the mutant name “scribe” and is charles xavier’s niece.

It’s eleven-thirty, and you can’t sleep.

Your thoughts shift to your lessons in the morning; to how tired you’re going to be; to that iced coffee you’d had while getting your assignment done after class; about how that drink was definitely a bad idea considering how you’re lying awake now. It had tasted good then, and it had given you the energy you needed to fire out five thousand words in the span of a few hours… but now you regret it.

Sighing, you roll over. Your eyes glaze over the objects on the nightstand beside your bed. Your alarm clock, rectangular in size and wooden in material, glares at you. Eleven thirty six. Eleven thirty seven. The time seems to spiral, and you realise that you might as well do something with yourself if you’re awake.

You eye the books stacked on top of the alarm clock; you’d been reading one before and it had bored you half to death, so you can’t bring yourself to pick up any again. What else? What else?

Your gaze settles upon the picture frame on the dresser next to your nightstand, and you let out a sigh as you settle upon the silver-haired speedster within it. You’re next to him, a mere blur since he’d sneakily taken the camera from your hand and taken a picture with an expression that radiates cheekiness, but you’d liked the picture enough to keep it.

You’ve got a few more picture frames scattered around your room—photos of you with Scott, Jean, Jubilee and Kurt. Even some of Charles. You might not be close, but he is your uncle, after all. He’s still family.

And yet it’s Peter you keep your eyes on. It’s Peter's mischievous aura which calls to you across the room.

What would he be doing right now? He’s probably playing video games or practicing on one of his guitars. You’d been surprised to see him play well; you’d been surprised to see that he actually had the attention span it takes to successfully learn an instrument. You would know: your mother used to nag you about practicing the piano to perfection. Practice makes perfect, she’d always said, and yet she’d always left out how much energy it took to practice in the first place.

Is it too late to reach out to him? The two of you have a specific way of speaking to one another across distances by now, although even the thought of doing such a thing due to the time seems rude. Your mother had always told you that it was your duty to be polite, and your father had by example. You think you picked it up from him rather than her, but—

Don’t think of him right now. Don’t think of what happened. Don’t.

As if in an effort to push the memory of that night from your head, you move. You pull the drawer attached to your nightstand open to reveal a mess of junk inside, but what you need—and what you spy—is a pen and paper. You pull it from the drawer and slam the nightstand drawer shut quietly, and after, you get to work writing:

Are you up? Can I come over?

Your fingers buzz with azure energy as you feel your mutation working in your favour. A tiny portal of blue opens before you, one you could make larger if you wished but one which you keep small for now. It’s no larger than a letterbox would be, and the faint sound of music from the other side tells you that Peter is very much awake.

You slip the note through the portal, and then you leave it open as you wait.

When you receive no response for a solid fifteen seconds but can hear movement on the other side, you wonder if this was a mistake after all. It’s too late, you scold yourself, mentally preparing for rejection. Oh, god, this is going to be awkward. What if he—

An empty Twinkie box falls at your feet.

You blink at it, momentarily confused, and then you pick it up. You glance about the dessert’s display as you begin to turn the box over in your hands. Nothing on the front, but on the back—

Scrawled in pink glitter pen—probably his sister’s—, the box reads on the back: Yeah. Come through.

You grin lazily as you set the box down on your bed and extend the portal with your fingers like you’re prying open a heavy door. The orange light from Peter’s basement slips through and becomes one with the light of your dorm, which is yellow and warm with your room’s wooden accented walls and flooring. And as you slip through the portal and your bare feet touch the soft tartan carpet of his room, you let the portal shut with a soft shum behind you—

But Peter Maximoff does not look his best. In fact, he looks downright miserable.

His eyes are red as if he’s been crying, his hair is messy—messier than usual, at least—and he’s wearing a band tee and some tartan pajama bottoms that look intended for comfort rather than style. You were about to say hey, but you stop in your tracks. You tilt your head as you look at him.

Peter is still. It’s strange, especially since he’s usually so eccentric. He blurts out, “What?”

You frown, momentarily stuck for what to say. “Nothing,” you respond, but it doesn’t seem right.

Peter stares at you. You stare at him. You’re both quite similar, so it strikes you then that you both know that you’re each not telling each other something.

“You okay?” You ask, suspicion clear in your tone.

Peter shrugs nonchalantly. It’s a rigid movement. “Yeah,” he says, far too confidently to be true. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

You narrow your eyes on him. His tone of voice has all but solidified your suspicions. “Okay, first of all,” you say, crossing the small space of the room between you and the sofa, “you use a very distinctive tone when you lie.” You settle down on the sofa as you cross your legs under you. “Second, your eyes are really red. Have you been—?”

“No.”

Crying, you were about to ask, but he cut you off. You narrow your eyes again.

Peter sighs and averts his gaze, running a hand through his hair. “Tonight’s just… not a good night.”

You press your lips together as sympathy wells in your eyes. “Why not?”

“Can’t sleep.”

“That makes two of us."

Peter inhales deeply, and before you know it, he’s sitting on the sofa next to you. You’re used to how fast he moves by now. Something warms your heart in the way he sits with his body angled towards you. Like he’s opening himself up to you.

“Wanna stay here tonight?” He asks.

You glance at the other end of the sofa and then back to him. You’re reminded of how he took the sofa to sleep on that night after you guys got caught in the rain. “Here?”

Peter’s brows rise. “Is my basement not fancy enough for you?”

You know he’s joking even despite the lack of humour in his tone, and you let out a small huff of laughter as you flash him a lazy smile. You sit back on the sofa, reaching out your hand to intertwine it with his. Things between you are still blooming after your first date, but you both feel comfortable enough to do this. Peter’s fingers wrap around yours as he starts drawing patterns on the back of your hand with his free one.

“I just mean,” you murmur, just loud enough to be heard over the backdrop of quiet music, “won’t your mom mind?”

“She didn’t mind when you stayed over last time.”

Your lips quirk upwards in gentle amusement. “That time you slept on the couch. This time I was thinking, I mean, if you want to, then maybe—”

“Oh,” Peter murmurs. His head lifts upwards in a sort of understanding motion. “Yeah, I mean… ah, I can deal with whatever safe sex talk she wants to give me in the morning.”

Your cheeks flush red. “I didn’t mean that. I just meant maybe we could…” Oh, god, embarrassment— “cuddle.”

Peter grins. “Cuddle, huh?” He pauses, until— “Okay,” he murmurs, reaching an arm around the back of the couch to wrap around you. “I guess I could be down for cuddling.”

You snicker softly as you lean into his touch, your head resting against his shoulder. “Do you want to tell me why you looked so upset when I arrived?”

Peter tenses. “It wasn’t because of you, if that’s what you were thinking.”

“Mm,” you murmur, “I think I’m confident enough in our relationship to know that your reaction when seeing me is generally excitement rather than the dread that accompanies sad under eyes and red markings around them.”

He pauses for a few seconds before he lets out a long breath of defeat. “That obvious, huh?”

“Mm,” you murmur, looking up at him. “A little.”

His lips twist to the side as he lowers his gaze. “I was thinking about my dad.”

It’s your turn to pause now, looking up at him in a way you didn’t before. You assess every detail of his body again: the way his shoulders slump, the way his head hangs low, the way his hair falls in the way of his view and his eyes are heavy with something you haven’t seen in him before. He’s usually so full of life.

Is this what he’s hiding deep down?

“Tell me about it,” you say softly.

Peter grimaces. “It’s a long story, and the stupid thing is it’s mostly my fault.”

Frowning, you sit up and face him. “I don’t believe that.”

Peter lets out a humourless laugh that might be bitter if he showed a hint of anger, but he doesn’t. “It’s true. The only time I’ve ever been too slow and it’s in finding the most…”

He trails off, pulling his arm away from around you so that they both now rest in his lap. He continues, “It’s a mess.”

“Start from the beginning."

So he explains, if not vaguely: about trying to find his father, about finding a house empty and police arriving on the scene. Peter had fled at the sight of them, and—

“His name’s Magneto,” he admits. “Erik Lehnsherr. You’ve probably… seen him on TV or something."

Suddenly, it all adds up. You weren’t at school to see what happened with Apocalypse, but you’ve heard about it from your friend group. Peter doesn’t talk about it very much, and now you know why; had he been part of that whole adventure because of his father? He hadn’t been involved with Xavier’s School before, that much you know.

You suck in a breath. Okay, Y/N, push the fact that his dad’s a known terrorist aside— “Does he know?”

Peter shakes his head. “Nah. I had the chance to tell him and I didn’t. I screwed it up. And now I’m right back where I was before all of it, because I have no clue where he is and no way of telling him the truth. I couldn’t even do it for Wanda.”

“Hey,” you murmur, your fingers moving to cup his cheeks. “Fight or flight, right? It’s normal. To see him right in front of you—to have to muster up the courage to tell him? Knowing what a change that would be for you? Peter, that’s normal.”

Peter’s eyes well with softness as he listens to you, gazes upon you, and you think you’ve never seen him look so vulnerable as he lowers his head to your shoulder. He takes in a shaky breath; wraps his arms around you; pulls you into his lap—

“Thanks,” he murmurs into your shirt. It’s not his shirt this time; you’re wearing a pyjama set that consists of blue silk shorts and a top. “Not sure I believe you, but thanks, Y/N.”

“Is there anything I can do to make you believe me?”

Peter takes a deep breath. “Aside from mind control? Not sure.”

You press your lips together and begin to stroke his hair. “To be honest,” you murmur, “I’m not sure I’d believe you if you tried to tell me something similar about my father, either.”

Peter lets out a choked laugh. “Maybe that’s why we work together.”

Your lips curve upwards, still stroking his hair. His face is still buried in your shoulder. “Maybe,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his head.

Peter shifts so that he’s leaning against the back of the sofa and you’re in his lap again. You turn so that you’re straddling his waist, but your fingers find his jaw to cup the skin there. Your thumb brushes soothingly against his skin.

“You mean a lot to me,” Peter murmurs, staring up at you. It’s almost as if the music in the room has stopped; it’s almost as if the two of you are the only souls left in existence. His brows are slightly raised and there is awe in his voice as he says, “I don’t really believe you’re real half the time.”

You let out a soft laugh. “Definitely real, Peter. Definitely here.”

“Yeah,” he says, his tone riddled with amusement, “and here of all places. You could be anywhere. You’re like, perfect and—”

“Ssh,” you murmur, pressing a finger to his lips. “I don’t want to be anywhere but here with you.”

Peter tilts his head up towards you, a silent request for consent, and you kiss him in answer.

He wraps his arms around your waist as he deepens the kiss, your tongue slipping out to meet his own. He makes a low, guttural noise between pleasure and content at the feeling of it, and your free hand clutches at his shirt as your other hand remains at his jaw.

You spend the rest of the evening like that, whether it's on the sofa or in his bed, but in those moments together there’s nothing carnal about it. Your touches are soft and comforting rather than lustful and yearning, and as much as you’ve thought about him that way before, you know that now’s not the time.

Tonight, you both need this. Tonight, your sole purpose is to be there for one another.

“And for the record,” Peter murmurs between kisses, his words random and uncalculated, “I think your tragic backstory’s way worse than mine.”

[salty-rey]

Saving Lives

Bad Batch Fic | Sequel to Come Back

Pairing: Crosshair x reader (hinting)

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: Bodily injuries, blood, story time!

A/N: Hello! I wanted to write something that elaborated on the relationship between the sniper and combat medic. It’s rather rough, proof-read once (thank you Grammarly), and I may not captured Crosshair’s personality perfect. I hope you enjoy, and I will be back with another story!

Roughly two weeks have passed since the last mission, and during those long days, you were recovering from being shot. Being bedridden was not ideal, almost driving you stir crazy. Especially whenever you tried sneaking out of the barracks, there was always one member of the Bad Batch there to stop you. 

Wrecker freaked out when he caught you slowly shuffling towards the bathroom, asking why you were out of bed in panic. He only helped you after explaining your destination, waited outside before actually carrying you back to your cot. 

Echo spotted you slowly making your way to the kitchen area before redirecting you back to bed like a concerned older brother, staying by your side and offering his arm for support in case you felt weak. Quite the gentleman.. At least he went back to get whatever food you were craving. 

Tech found you attempting to do some stretches since you were stuck in bed for Maker knows how long. He lectured you on the facts that your wound may open again if you attempt any movement during a specific time frame. Even when you decided to lay back down he was still lecturing!

As for Hunter, he entered the barracks, catching you standing on your feet. You were in the middle of putting your chest piece armor back on when you winced at the slight sting of your wound. The Sergeant went full dad mode on you, scolding you for moving when you’re still recovering. Now you knew how it felt like to be Omega, which caused you to accidentally say, “Okay, dad.”

You watched Hunter’s back stiffen, an unreadable expression crossing his face before he turned around, leaving you alone in the barracks. What was that? You thought before sighing, slowly removing your chest piece. 

Speaking of Omega. Maker, bless that little girl. 

When you were initially knocked out after returning to the Havoc Marauder, Omega refused to leave your side. The boys tried to reassure her that you would be alright, but she wouldn’t budge. After a couple of hours, you woke up, disoriented at first, before spotting the little girl fast asleep on a chair at your bedside. Hunter was awake at the time, and he explained everything while you rested. The boys learned that it was indeed a trooper who shot you and not Crosshair because Omega was persistent in backing you up in your story. You watched the Sergeant carefully picking the youngest member up and carrying her to her makeshift bedroom.

You were awake when Omega rushed into the small barracks, eyes wide before spotting you. She first cried tears of joy, happy to you see that you were okay. Hearing her crying caused Hunter and the other boys to rush in, worried that something was wrong before relaxing after you explained why Omega was crying. 

Since that moment, Omega stayed and kept you company. Whenever she wasn’t informing you of the group’s next objective, she would ask if you needed anything like food or water. You felt bad having her grab something to eat for you, and you mentioned it to one of the boys whenever they pass the barracks. 

“I’ll let her know. She is looking after her teammate though.” Hunter commented before leaving. 

One day during the weeks of recovery, Omega came to your bed per usual and sat down. You were reading on your datapad before glancing up. “I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” she first started off, looking a bit nervous. 

“Sure, what’s up?” You asked after putting your datapad down. 

“I heard stories of the Bad Batch back on Kamino, but I was hoping to hear how you became part of the team. Since you’re not a clone like us. I-if you don’t mind!” The child asked bashfully, causing you to smile. 

“Of course! Heh, no need to be shy,” you grinned before relaxing against your pillow. “I was formally part of the 501st under General Skywalker, still as a combat medic. I helped aid their soldiers and taught any clones who wanted to become a medic. But I was taken out of that battalion and introduced to these guys after Wrecker’s accident.” You said, pointing to the left side of your face. 

Omega frowned at the mention of the deep scar on the more giant clone’s face. 

“Do you...know how he got it?”

“Not the specific details. Just that his fondness for exploding things up got the best of him at that moment,” you answered. “But that is a story for Wrecker to tell you himself. After his incident and intense care, the Kaminoans and High Command thought that it would be best for the Bad Batch to have a medic at all times. And that’s where I came in.”

“What was it like first joining them?” Omega asked, scooting her chair closer, eager to know more.

You laugh nervously before answering awkwardly, “A nat-born joining a bunch of mutated clones who have a distaste for regs? It wasn’t sunshine and rainbows, Omega. At least, for some time.”

“Wait. Hunter and the others were mean to you?” Omega looked shocked, unable to imagine any of her older brothers being cruel. She began to turn towards the door, ready to get up and give the boys an earful.

“Whoa, whoa. Easy there, targon.” You quickly said, grasping her hand to stop her. “They weren’t mean to me. Just...indifferent.” Omega looked confused still, but she was no longer about to charge out of the room. Seeing that the girl was relaxed, you let go of her hand. 

“The boys are thick as thieves. Having a complete stranger joining them for Maker knows how long it was off-putting. But, one by one, they slowly welcomed me into their merry band. Well, all except Crosshair.” The mentioning of his name caused you to frown, your hand gripping the sheets. 

Omega noticed your shift of emotions, her eyebrows knitting together in worry. “You two were close.”

You couldn’t help but softly laugh a bit. “Not at first. He was the hardest one to be accepted by. It took us potentially dying just to get close.”

At that, Omega’s eyes widened, her jaw-dropping, and you knew that you had to tell her the story now, or she will never leave you alone. 

“Keep up, medic. Or I’m going to leave you behind.”

“Where have I heard that before?” 

It has been several months since you have joined Clone Force 99. And each mission has been quite eventful. All dangerous, non-stop action and heart-pounding moments. You had seen your share of action before joining this group, especially when you were with General Skywalker and his boys in blue. But the 501st pale compared to the Bad Batch. Then again, the Bad Batch is sent to suicide missions, unlike the 501st, so the comparisons aren’t fair. 

Such missions that you were on right now. 

Infiltrate a Separatist’s stronghold, eliminate the enemy commander and destroy their entire base. Nothing new but this time, you found yourself on a thick rainforest-like planet. It was the dead of night, using the shadows to your advantage. While the boys handled the assigned target, you and Crosshair were tasked to eliminate any remaining outside forces and retrieve a getaway vehicle. 

You have been paired with Crosshair in the past, but they have never been pleasant. The sniper all but ignored you or let out harsh remarks, insulting even, but you did your best not to let it get to you. All attempts to befriend him or have him loosen up a bit around you. It was all in vain, though, and even the rest of the batch members have told you to simply give up.

“It’s not you,” Hunter said one day as they were currently jumping through hyperspace. “He’ll come around. Just you wait.”

But it has been so long now. When will it happen? You were getting tired of the glares and sneers, but you refused to give in. 

Focusing back on the mission, the two of you reached the edge of the forest, locating the hanger currently guarded by battle droids. 

“Those dwarf spider droids may be a problem,” you stated, spotting the said droid following the standard clankers. 

“You should have stayed on the ship if you’re going to get cold feet. You’re useless on the battlefield,” Crosshair sneered under his helmet. You remained quiet, refusing to glance at him. To give him any satisfaction of his words stinging you intensely. 

“Just give me some cover fire. And don’t hit me,” you stated before donning your eyeshield then rushing in with your dual pistols. 

Having done this countless times, taking down the droids has become second nature to you. So, one by one, the droids fall, caught off guard from a sniper shot from the thick forest. They were also surprised to see a single soldier rushing them with nothing but two pistols. 

Once the separate hangar was secured, Crosshair silently joined you, neither one speaking. No “thanks” or “great job.” Then again, the Bad Batch weren’t the ones to compliment each other. Do the job, and get out alive. 

“Crosshair, (Y/N). What’s your status?” Hunter’s voice came through the comlink. 

“Just cleared out the hangar. We’re getting the getaway vehicle right now,” you responded as Crosshair began to hotwire one of the landspeeders. 

The landspeeder came to life, and you quickly hopped on, not wanting to test to see if Crosshair would actually leave you behind. The speeder raced down towards the rest of the crew’s location, staying on time with the plan. As the wind whipped through your light armor clothing, you began to hear a faint beeping sound. Leaning down to the ground, the beeping was getting louder and faster. 

“There’s a bomb!” You shouted with realization before rushing towards Crosshair. 

The sniper didn’t have enough time to respond because you tackled him off the ledge of the speeder. You had thought that you reacted quick enough, but the planted bomb exploded, launching the two of you further into the air. You felt your hands slip from Crosshair’s armor, separating the two of you. 

Then, you landed hard onto the ground, and you felt something snap within you. You couldn’t scream, the air being knocked out of you as your body tumbled and rolled to a stop. Summoning whatever strength you had, you slowly pushed yourself up with your arms before sharply sucking in some air, pain flaring on your right side. Carefully feeling your side, you came to a quick conclusion before gasping.  

Crosshair?! Looking around, you spotted the nonmoving clone a few feet away from you, and your stomach dropped at the sight of him. The silver-haired man was lying on his back, his helmet knocked off his head, and you spotted blood oozing from a cut above his eyebrow. Not only that but his right arm and left leg were awkwardly twisted. 

Fighting off your own pain, you crawled towards him before pushing yourself on your feet. The world spun, almost causing you to fall backward, but you quickly regained your balance. We can’t stay out in the open. That explosion will attract more droids to our location. 

Placing his helmet back on his head, you hook your arms under his shoulders. 

Dragging his body deeper into the forest was no easy feat. You were panting and sweating, your head was pulsing, and the pain on your side was overbearing. With every shift, you felt your bones poking at your lungs, causing you to slow down before resuming.

There! 

You spotted a large tree, and underneath the roots, the ground sunk and became hollow. It was a perfect hiding spot, and droids are dumb; they never look up or down. 

Not wasting any more time, you slid both you and Crosshair into the hole, and once settled, you immediately went to work. 

.

.

.

.

Crosshair slowly opened his eyes, blinking several times as his vision cleared. He tried sitting up, but that caused his head to ache more than it already was. Raising a hand, he felt bandages wrapping around most of his head.

“Leave it alone unless you want to bleed again.” 

Crosshair looked over, spotting you sitting nearby, weapons at hand. “What happened?” The sniper groaned, lowering his arm down.

“The landspeeder had a bomb planted and exploded. You broke your arm and leg and had a concussion.” You answered, receiving another groan from the clone after he noticed those said injuries wrapped up in wooden splints. “I’m guessing if the vehicle was activated improperly, it would self-destruct. No wonder the GAR had issues with this Separatist; they thought of everything. Hey! What are you doing?”

Crosshair had begun to sit up, using his good arm to push himself from the floor. “What does it look like?”

“You’re not fit to move around, Crosshair! And neither am I.” You shouted, shuffling towards him, putting your hand on his shoulder, forcing him to stop. “I broke 3 ribs, and I can feel them poking my lungs. Hunter knows of our situation, and they’re working right now to find a way to pick us up.”

Crosshair pushed your hand off of him with his good arm, his glare piercing you. “I don’t need you telling me what to do.”

“Apparently, someone does. As your medic, my word is final when it comes to your wellbeing.” You snapped back, putting your hand back on his shoulder and pushing him down. “I’m not letting you toss your life away, all because you want to be stubborn!”

“Don’t act as you care about us clones!” The sniper growled, struggling underneath your hold. “We’re exposable for you perfect nat-borns!”

Your grip on his shoulder loosen, and your glare slowly softened. “Is that why you hate me? Because I’m a perfect nat-born?” You questioned almost a bit too calmly, which startled Crosshair a bit. He wasn’t expecting this reaction from you. No glares or quick remarks. Just silence. 

“I am not perfect, Crosshair. No one is perfect. Nat-borns, regs, defects, we’re all the same. Living and breathing, filled with emotions and flaws. What we do with ourselves is what makes us unique.” You said before moving away from him. “I chose to be a medic because I was tired of seeing everyone dying around me.”

Crosshair slowly raised an eyebrow, his face slowly relaxing. “What...do you mean by that?”

You spare him a brief glance before leaning against a stomp, steadying your breathing. And so, you began your tale. 

You were born into slavery and having no memories of your parents, too young to really. Among the slaves were children such as yourself, and you called them brothers and sisters. However, one by one, they either died in accidents, killed by their masters, or sold off to buyers. Finally, after years of servitude, you managed to escape, sneaking onto a shuttle and never looking back. 

“The moment I left the shuttle, I was given another chance. A chance my brothers and sisters would never have. That’s when I decided to become a medic. Then I volunteered to be a combat medic because I wanted to save lives.” You finished your story, your breathing steady.

“Even if you were created to fight for someone else’s war, that doesn’t mean your life is meaningless. Believe it or not, but I do care about your life. And that of your brothers’. Losing a loved one is never easy, and I don’t want to see any of you go through that.” You fell silent before taking a small breath. “I didn’t tell you my life story so that you can pity me or for me to win you over. Just to tell you my reasoning in life. What you do with my story is up to you.”

Silence fell between the two of you. Neither one dared a glance at the other. You didn’t like opening up old wounds, telling others your story. The only one who knows is Anakin because the two of you share a kinship of being former slaves. 

An hour has passed, and your comlink came to life. Hunter and the rest of the Bad Batch contacted you, informing you that they have returned to the ship and are en route to pick both of you up. Their arrival was quick, and so was being carried into the Havoc Marauder. 

They had succeeded in their part of the mission, even if they were now chased by any remaining droids. It wasn’t an issue, though, once they left the planet and jumped into hyperspace.   

“After that, we were flown to the closest medical station, and we were both healed up.”

Omega was speechless. She had heard stories of the Bad Batch’s missions back on Kamino through word of mouth from the troops, but nothing detailed. This was quite the tale, and she felt a lot of emotions. The first thing that the girl managed to say was, “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. The important part is that we both survived, and after that, Crosshair wasn’t so harsh on me. In fact, he always had my back. It was his idea to outfit my old armor to that of Clone Force 99, officially making me one of them.” You replied with a soft smile. 

“Thank you for telling me your story. I hope we get Crosshair back soon because I would like to know what he was thinking throughout that moment.” Omega said, causing you to smile sadly. 

“Yeah, me too...”

Omega noticed your sadden expression at the thought of the sniper, awkwardly shifting in her chair. Hoping to lighten up the mode a bit, Omega asked you, “So, why is your nickname “Freckles”?” 

Your cheeks warmed up and you softly laughed, looking embarrassed. “When the rest of the boys checked up on us, I was being removed from a bacta tank. All I had on was my top and tight shorts. They saw that my mostly covered areas like my thighs were littered with freckles, and that’s where I got my nickname. It was embarrassing.”

“Yeah! But Crosshair was the one who pointed it out!” The booming voice of Wrecker came as the boys now stood at the doorway.

“From what I remembered, you were the one who whistled at her in the first place.” Tech pointed out. “Quite improper if you ask me, since she is part of our team.”

“Need I remind you that you were the one who recorded the whole thing,” Hunter added in. “Don’t you think that’s improper?”

The boys began to bicker among each other, except for Echo who simply listened to the retelling of that moment with intrigue. All of this just made you blush harder, covering your face with the sheets. Because you also remember Crosshair looking you up and down, before smirking and saying “Nice freckles.”

[tricktster]

the twilight series suddenly makes 100% more sense if you read them under a specific premise that, i contend, is heavily supported by the text:

Much like Amy’s diary in Gone Girl, the books in the Twilight Saga are verbatim reproductions of in-universe diary entries carefully and deliberately created and curated by badass unreliable narrator Bella Swan as a means to achieve immortality.

Prerequisite assumptions:

1) Bella actively and persistently wants to become a vampire, both diagetically and (I contend) non-diagetically. The average vampire novel format often fails to capture realistic human behavior in one highly specific area: the protagonists are frequently mortals who grapple with the choice of whether to become a vampire. This is stupid, because being a vampire would obviously be dope as hell; particularly in the Twilight Universe, where vampires are not required to take a human life to survive, and indeed, have the capacity to live full and rewarding lives while integrated* into the human community.

(*integrated-ish; see Assumption 6)

2. There are too many coincidences for Bella to have encountered the Cullens by sheer chance, only to be the ONE person that Edward can’t live without (due largely to the novelty factor of not being able to read her ding-dang thoughts.)

3. Diagetically, the Volturi don’t even know Bella’s psyonic gifts until New Moon, but we also know that the Volturi scour the globe for recruits to enlist into the protection of their governing body.

4. Nobody wants to be a voiceless cog in a bureaucracy.

5. Nobody, and especially nobody in high school, wants to be a high school student forever.

6. Vampires in twilight are, as a group, cartoonishly terrible at disguising their true nature.

7. Forks is a backwater town approximately 3.5 hours away from the biotech hub of Seattle.

7. George W. Bush and Dick Cheney can eat my farts and they deserve to be preserved in this snapshot of an innocent author’s mind slowly unraveling.

Proposed timeline:

In 1993, there is a key system meltdown at a improvised biohacking startup in Seattle, rendering all innovative genetic modification experiments into a puddle of brown sludge that nobody can figure out how to dispose of per Federal regs, since they don’t even know what it is.

The broke founder of the startup, who for the purposes of this timeline I will call Jeff Bezos because that’s who it was, eventually grows tired of all the discussion about what to do, and just pops it in a barrel, drives a few hours out of town, and dumps it in a pond.

Bella Swan, a small child, is hanging out at a park with her family friend Jacob Black (and a ton of his friends) when they all decide to wade in a slightly murky pond. Thereafter, they are transformed.

Bella grows up as a normal, highly powerful mutant with a +20 to deception checks and wisdom saves. She lives in Arizona, but up until 2002, summers in Forks. While in Forks, she picks up on the local lore about a family of vampires who don’t eat people.

Because Forks (population: 17 + Charlie’s mustache) is boring, Bella bones up on the only interesting thing about it, i.e. Vampire Hometown baybeeeee.

In 2000, George W. Bush gets elected president, and his evangelical politics and general bumbling ineptitude informs Bella’s opinions on authoritative governmental entities.

In 2001, the Cullens make their intention to move back to Forks known, but they take a while because they need to pack all their stupid graduation hats and volvos, etc.

Later in 2001, a psychic Volturi scout rolls through Forks to ensure that nobody within living memory recalls the Cullens, and notices an anomaly in the psychic field.

The scout goes to confront Bella about joining the Volturi, and Bella immediately clocks him as a vampire, because vampires in the Twilight Universe fucking suck at looking/acting human. This leaves the scout in a bind: she’s too valuable to kill, but she’s a pre-teen, and therefore too young to be transformed per Volturi authority.

The scout warns her he’ll have to kill her if she discusses the existence of vampires with any human. He then tells her he’ll be back in five years, and begins to sweet talk her on how good life will be when she’s a vampire, beautiful, immortal, powerful, etc. Bella asks if she has to kill, and dude says “nah, actually there’s a bunch of vegetarian vampires who are moving back here soon. Fucking nerds, but otherwise they’re doing well.” Bella is all about becoming a vampire, because Bella is a rational actor.

Bella moves to Arizona, and as the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq are unjustifiedly initiated, she recognizes that while she DOES want to be a vampire, she does NOT want to be a foot soldier in any war that she can’t support. She needs a plan.

In 2004, Bella is watching her step-dad’s minor league baseball game when it occurs to her. On her own, she’s a target for the Volturi, but if she had some people to watch her back, she might be okay. Of course, nobody fucks with the Volturi on behalf of some rando human. She’ll need to con her way into a coven who’ll have her back and also give her that +10 to constitution via vampiric transformation, which she desperately wants because she’s a rational actor. And where are the non-volturi vampires that might have her back? Fucking Forks.

Bella moves to Forks in 2004, and upon seeing the Cullens, she immediately clocks them as vampires even though they left their “we’re all vampires” booty shorts at home, because, as previously discussed, vampires in the Twilight Universe fucking suck at looking/acting human.

Bella notes that all the vampires but one are paired off in heterosexual bliss, and takes note of the straggler as a potential vehicle to vampyrdom.

Bella figures out that Eddie can read everyone’s mind but hers, because Edward Cullen fucking sucks at looking/acting like a human who can’t read minds. Bella further observes that Eddie has a huge undead boner for her.

She’s found her mark. Now she just needs to convince him that she’s better off as part of the coven than on her own. Problem: Eddie’s a self-pitying insufferably guilt-striken perpetual adolescent who keeps himself busy by feeling sorry for himself because he’s a vampire, angst angst angst etc etc. Also, I think he’s Catholic, so add some more guilt in. She’ll have to win him over by convincing him that they’re destined to be soulmates.

What does a vampire used to having complete insight into everyone’s mind but his crush’s want? A method to know what she really thinks of him. Bella begins writing a “diary” knowing that there’s no way in hell Eddie won’t sneak in and read it. So she Gone Girls it, and begins to lay a trap to lure him in. That first diary? Twilight.

This was just in the movie but a stoner chases her around with a worm on a stick. Nothing to do with this theory, I just like that part of the movie. Where’s my spinoff about that guy?

Eddie won’t give Bella what she wants (eternal life) by the end of book 1, even though she asks him to EXTREMELY POLITELY. Time to hit the diary with some more promises of undying love.

Bella reconnects with her old friend Jacob and the rest of the Mutated By Jeff Bezos Boys. Alas, they cannot turn her into a physically powerful sexy immortal with a bite, so she’s still stuck with plan A) win over a whole family of vampires with big Mormon energy. It’s the long con.

Edward’s angst abruptly takes a swing towards terminal. He’s absolutely your classic sadboy, perhaps because Bella now has one (1) friend that he knows about.

When Eddie begins to drift away on account of Angst, Bella conjurs up a secondary love interest who, coincidentally, is ALSO a sexy supernatural entity, and is much less coincidentally just Jacob.

We should establish here that Edward is like a 107 year old white dude and so even though Diary!Bella pretends not to see it, Metatextual Frame Story!Bella knows that dude is super racist.

Jacob Black is three things: 1. Like Bella, a mutant (although one with shapeshifting abilities), 2.one of Bella’s oldest and most trusted confidants, and 3. down to clown on an elderly teenage vampire who keeps stereotyping him. Sure, says Jacob, I’ll take the form of a werewolf. He seriously thinks we’re all just beastmen, huh? Hey look at me now, I’m Regis Philbin because this is 2005 and Who Wants to be a Millionaire is still sort of relevant. Sick.

Edward does not like that Bella has one (1) other friend. Bella and Jacob plot to use this to their advantage and lure Edward back on the wings of jealousy.

Eddie gets himself into trouble on account of Angst and poor communication, so Bella has to go rescue him from himself/the Volturi.

Aro finally meets her and gets to test her powers, which impress him. Now she’s back on the fucking radar.

I forget everything that happens in Eclipse, so i have chosen to omit that part.

Eventually she extracts a quid pro quo from Eddie; i’ll marry you if you turn me into a dracula.

We don’t really call ourselves that, Wet Blanket Cullen replies, entirely earnestly.

Bella gets married at 18 in 2006, and Eddie starts to backtrack his promise about changing her. This won’t stand.

Well, look, he’s an elderly guilty catholic/mormon teen who probably still uses super racist terms, but she’s stuck on honeymoon island, he has certain angles that work for him, and seriously what are they gonna do but fuck? Bella’s alternative is listening to her “husband” drone on about his interests, which are almost certainly Car, How Do I Post a Minion Picture on Facebook, and Licorice Used To Be a Lot Cheaper in the Good Old Days.

Whoops a fetus.

Bella recognizes that she’s GOT to have this baby: time’s running out, and Bella knows that at least two of the Vamps in her coven will cut ties if she terminates or otherwise fails to carry this baby to term because of the conservative religious subtext. She’s going to have to stick it out for 9 months, even though it’s a risky call.

Bella gets what she wants after giving birth. “My time as a human is over, but I've never felt more alive. I was born to be a vampire.” That’s a direct quote. Except now she’s got a (pretty cute and easy) baby that she desperately wants to protect from Turning Into A Vaguely Religious Cullen Dressed Head To Toe In Cream Colored Wool.

Bella decides to fake her own death and escape with the kid and Jake so they can form i guess a detective agency. Bella will get “killed” by the Volturi, move to Sydney, and open up shop, and Jake will take the kid after her a few months later.

They’re gonna need a reason why Jake gets the kid though, and there’s only one reason to do anything amongst the Cullens: a heterosexual love interest with a super problematic age gap.

Jesus, Jake sighs, is Eddie really going to believe I’m in romantic love with your actual infant? Does he really think that little of me?

Yup.

Bella tries to draw the Volturi’s attention.

Works too well.

The Cullens call up all their vague acquaintances, who are at least kind of fun. Particularly that one dude who keeps getting angry about British conduct during the American Revolution.

Well, fuck, now the Volturi are bringing an army to fight their ragtag army of Vampires Who Are Cool And Interesting Enough That We Can Safely Presume They Are All Definitely Gay. Bella can’t let those guys die, they’re the first actually compelling vampires she’s ever talked to.

Bella saves the day because she’s OP.

All the Cool Vamps start packing up to leave and Bellz almost goes with them, but the Cullens would just keep sending missionaries after her if they knew.

Bella finishes her fourth journal with the vague warning that the Volturi are still out there somewhere and they miiiight just try and get her.

Two days later, she stages a scuffle and gets the fork out of Fucks. Her journals are the only clue.

Sirius Black and baby nessie follow once edward has stopped sobbing into his cream colored sweater and moved on to Extended Power Pouting.

Bella recruits her own army of fledglings.

Bella stages a coup against the Volturi and succeeds.

Bella sits on the iron throne with a hot lady vampire on each knee and they all kiss and stuff.

Nessie I guess forms a post punk band?

Edward dies from aspiration of a brussel sprout that he ate because he just wanted to feel something.

Charlie and Billy get married.

Charlie’s mustache develops a cult instagram following, providing them with a modest retirement income.

Jacob shapeshifts into Bill Murray and is always crashing weddings.

Bella’s stepdad is off in the B plot this whole time winning the world series with the help of a kooky angel.

There. Fixed. My soul is at rest.

[sunflowergirl522]

Really Really Like You

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Summers!Reader

Request by @scorpionchild81 there’s not really any angst but I hope you like it!

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 2078

Masterlist

Peter Maximoff never believed in love at first sight. He barely believed in the idea of love, the idea of settling down with one person for the rest of your life. Maybe it was because his mom did fine without it, raising him and his sister without an issue. But he spent his whole life scoffing at the popularized idea of falling in love when you first meet someone. Whether it was in school when he was forced to read Romeo and Juliet or when his mom and sister were watching some cheesy romcom or even when he found out how Jean and Scott met and how quickly they grew attached to each other, he always made fun of it. None of that ever existed to him, that is until he met you.

You were finally coming to the school after your twin's annoying pestering to join him there. You got your mutation soon after he did but took matters into learning about it into your own hands rather than joining him because of your older brother's death. You wanted to stay home to help your mom and dad with anything they needed but now that they didn’t need you, it was time to finally give in to Scott’s pleas. When you get there he’s waiting for you at the gates with a big grin on his face. He’s quick to give you a tour barely letting you take where you were in before pulling you in another direction. You meet the professor before Scott shows you your room and leaves you there to unpack promising to be back with the rest of your stuff after he finds some help. But you get bored easily.

Scott requested the help of his friends and you find them gathered around the car deciding who was going to grab what. Scott’s telling them all about you as they unload what few bags and boxes you have as you make your way to stand next to the silver haired boy leaning against a wall.

“Wanna see something funny?” You ask him as you kneel down to grab a small rock. Before he can answer you toss the rock next to your brother with a flick of your wrist and it causes an explosion as small as a pack of firecrackers. And so the first time Peter sees you it's when you’re throwing your head back in laughter as Scott lets out a yelp. He’s stunned into silence something that doesn’t happen often. “I’m Y/n.” You say as you hold a hand out to him still chuckling to yourself and Peter feels like his heart has stopped in his chest. “And you are?” You raise your eyebrow and drop your hand before placing your hands on your hips.

“Um.” Peter doesn’t have time to finish his thought before Scott yells your name.

“What happened to unpacking?” 

“I got bored.” You shrug as you walk a few steps closer to him before seeing Jean and running into her arms. “Jean! I’ve missed you, I’m so glad Scott hasn’t bored you to death.” Peter can’t tear his eyes away from you as Jean and Scott introduce you to the others and start to grab some of your belongings.

“And this is Peter. Peter meet my twin, Y/n.” Scott introduces the two of you as you both start to pass him. 

“Hi, I uh, gotta go, bye.” And he dashes off leaving a very confused Scott and a nonchalant you behind. 

“C’mon let’s get everything up to my room so you can unpack it for me.” 

“Did you say anything to Peter before?” Scott asks as he follows you into the building.

“I introduced myself but really that’s it, why?”

“He just doesn’t usually act like that.”

“Especially not with a pretty girl.” Jean joins in when she catches up to the two of you, she winks at you over Scotts shoulder and you toss one back at her.

While Scott takes over unpacking your clothes and organizing your room Jean tells you about their friends since you didn’t get much time to talk to them. You’re excited to get to know the people that Scott holds so close to his heart and if what Jean says is true then they can’t wait to get to know you too.

The next day you meet Scott and his friends in the dining hall, taking a seat next to the speedster who nearly froze when you sat so close to him. Before you can even ask Scott to get you some food Jean pushes a plate with a sandwich on it towards you. 

“Scott I swear to you I’m gonna steal your girlfriend one day.” Peter watches as you laugh and joke with everyone, telling embarrassing stories of Scott growing up. He can’t stop noticing how everytime you smiled his heart seemed to skip a beat and your laugh was like music to his ears. Why was he feeling like this? He couldn’t figure it out. Jean knew though, she wasn’t trying to pry into his head but his thoughts were just the loudest right then. She could barely hold the smirk that wanted to appear on her face back. The boy was absolutely crazy about you and he didn’t even know you, so much for love at first sight being a sham. Slowly one by one everyone filters out until eventually it’s just you and Peter. 

“So are you always this quiet? Or are you just intimidated by newcomers?” You rest your head on your hand as you face him.

“No, I just, I’m not sure how to act around someone who’s related to Scott. You could be just as annoying as him.” Peter applauds himself for the quick excuse.

“Well, I promise you I’m ten times cooler than him.” Your eyes meet and Peter feels like there’s a hornets nest in his stomach. He gulps as you lean closer to him and quickly blurts out the first thing he can think of.

“So what was that thing you did yesterday? With the rock.” Much to his odd mixture of disappointment at losing the closeness the two of you had and satisfaction at feeling like he can breathe again you lean back in your seat.

“Molecular acceleration, I convert the stored energy in objects and turn it into kinetic energy causing it to have an explosive reaction. I met someone once who had the same power, he carried around a deck of cards with him to always have something to charge up.”

“That’s pretty cool, a lot cooler than Scott’s beams.” You laugh at Peter’s words and he smiles.

“Fuck yeah it is! You know what Pete, you’re not half bad.”

“Maybe we can team up and prank Scott together sometime?” The words are out of his mouth before he can think about them.

“That sounds fantastic, I could use a partner in crime. It’s a date.” You wink at him and he rushes out a ‘gotta go’ before getting up and running straight into a wall. He thinks to himself about how you must think he’s a total idiot as he gets up from the ground not paying attention to you asking him if he’s alright and running out of there. 

The next month is full of the two of you causing chaos in Scotts life and Peter leaving as soon as he thinks he’s making a fool of himself. Often that left you as the only one to face Scott’s wrath which isn’t that bad when directed at you, you very often just completely blame Peter. You’ve grown to like the silver haired speedster a lot more than you thought you would. Jean likes to tease you about it but she still insists that he likes you too. You’re quick to turn that idea down though considering he can barely be in the same room as you for more than a couple hours before speeding off for some unexplained reason. 

While you confide in Jean, Peter confides in Scott. He doesn’t tell him who the girl is, just that he’s really into her. He knows that Scott won’t like that he’s been thinking of his twin the way that he’s talked about thinking of his girl, but Scott’s the only one he feels will understand. And while the two of you confide in your friends they tell eachother everything they hear trying to help the two of you the best they can. Jean can’t help but laugh at the thought of Scott’s face when he finds out that you're the one Peter’s been eyeing up like candy, she thinks it’ll truly be the best prank Peter will have pulled on him.

When the students decide to throw a party, Jean convinces you that she can help you get Peter to finally make a move. She all but forces you into a little black dress and tells you to just stick with her the whole night.

“I swear to god Jean if we get drunk and make out again, I’ll kill you if Scott doesn’t kill me first. We’re lucky he didn’t kill me last time.” You had threatened her when she shoved the first cup of alcohol in your hands before downing the whole thing.

“Don’t worry it won’t be me you’ll be making out with.” Jean was almost positive her plan would considering Peter already couldn’t take his eyes off of you. She just had to get you drunk enough to dance with her in front of everyone you see on a daily basis.

“God she’s gonna be the death of me.” Peter slurred a bit as he speaks and groans at seeing you grind against Jean to the music.

“Why don’t you just go for it man?” Scott tries to follow Peter's gaze to figure out who it even is but there’s so many people dancing that he can’t figure it out. He gets distracted anyway when he sees you fling your arms around Jean's neck laughing and singing to the song as you both sway to the beat. “Oh not again, Y/n.” Scott basically whines and Peter’s eyes widen and his head whips over to look at Scott.

“What?” 

“Care to do me a favor and get Jean out of there before they start to makeout again? I know it’s a joke but I don’t need my twin to steal my girlfriend.”

“Again?” Peter’s head starts to race with thoughts that maybe you wouldn’t be able to feel the same way for him, maybe you were just gay.

“It’s a long story, something about friends making out, can you please?” Peter just nods and Jean is in his spot next to Scott before he knows it. Peter however takes Jeans place in front of you earning a gasp from your mouth.

“Peter!” Your arms go around his neck like they were around Jeans and you get him to move with you. “Are you having a good time?” Your voice is loud out of excitement to see him.

“I am now.” The alcohol in his veins gives him the courage to stay there rather than dash off like he would if he were sober. “What about you?”

“I’m having the best time now that you’re here!” Before Peter can respond to you, you’re pulling his head down and connecting your lips with his. His eyes widen in shock before he closes them and moves his lips in response. His hands move to your ass and you jump up and wrap your legs around his waist. The fireworks Peter’s feeling right now are like nothing he’s ever even thought of feeling. The sparks from your kiss are like a drug to him as they seem to travel through his bloodstream and he can’t get enough. “I’ve been waiting a long time for that.” You say as you pull back and smile at him before diving in for more.

“Maximoff!” The two of you break apart as a furious Scott storms his way through the crowd.

“Shit, gotta go!” Peter puts you on the ground and speeds away before coming back. “I really like you by the way. Like really really like you.” He pecks your lips and dashes off into the woods before Scott can grab him.

“I really really like you too!” You shout out in the direction he ran too happy to care if he heard you or not.

[espressokiri]

Hi, can I request class 1-A with a brown female reader that has pink hair and a quirk with wings and horns like Angelina Jolie’s Maleficent but magic like Scarlet Witch? Super beautiful, skilled, and intelligent but a bit oblivious when it comes to people liking her (platonically and romantically)? Also kind of intimidating at first but super sweet when people get to know her.

Class 1A x F!Reader

In which Class 1A deals with a classmate who is a brown female reader that has pink hair and a quirk with wings and horns.

Warnings: None.

Genre: Fluff

A/n: I had so much fun with this character! I do hope it is to your liking!

Y/n had known she was believed to be an entity out of this world, an ethereal being in some way as she's been told by her peers. Her mutation and quirk adding onto the aura of mystery surrounding her, leaving her to look like a graceful force to be reckoned with.

Anyone who passed by her would stare in awe but keep their distance as the neutral expression on her face would make them intimidated.

Class 1-A were graced with her presence in their class, many eyes ogling her during class hours, especially during training battles and rescue missions. Despite her being being number one in class for intelligence and quirk use, she was rather oblivious in reading people.

Luckily, class 1-A was filled with a majority of extroverts who sought out to befriend the girl. Mina being the first, claiming they were technically sisters with both of them having horns on their head and pink hair.

"I don't remember mother speaking of another relative with similar features."

Mina deadpanned as Sero and Kaminari snickered in the background. Y/n was completely dense in conversations.

“It’s a figure of speech, Y/n.”

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”

»»—————————————————————————-————-««

“Y/n! I was wondering if you’d let me write about your quirk in my journal!” Midoriya clutched his hero’s notebook in his hands as he avoided eye contact with the girl who looked at him with a tilt to her head, “are you going to be a journalist?”

“No! I just really like knowing about people’s quirks and sometimes there are things they can do that they themselves aren’t aware of and I just think it’s pretty neat considering I was quirkl-” Midoriya shook his head, cutting himself off, “I-I mean that it’s become a hobby of mine!”

“You’re odd.”

Midoriya felt an arrow go through his chest.

“I allow you to ask me any questions you may have.”

At that, Midoriya perked up and opened his notebook to a fresh page, clicking his pen and sitting cross legged in front of the girl. The two were sitting out on the rooftop, Y/n often enjoyed being alone to avoid the huge crowds in the cafeteria on days she didn’t feel like being in loud areas. Midoriya had found her when he himself went to search for a peaceful area to go through his hero notebook and plan his hero suit upgrades.

A blush made way, blossoming his cheeks as the intense gaze Y/n was holding him in made his thoughts erratic. He wouldn’t lie and say he didn’t harbour minuscule feelings for the girl, she was indeed beautiful but her intelligence and power had him in awe. He couldn’t wait to draw her in his notebook, the sun right now was accentuating her features, from her bright hair that complimented her brown skin, to her eyes that seemed to showcase every single speck in the sunlight. She looked like a goddess.

“What’s your quirk called?”

Y/n held her hand out, palm upward, as wisps of red swirled around it, “Chaos Magic, it’s connected to my life force. That is why I must keep myself focused and trained. Losing control over my mental and emotional state may result in catastrophic events.” She clenches her fist closed, the wisps disappearing.

Midoriya couldn’t help but think how powerful she may be, “do one of your parents have the same quirk or was it a genetic mix of both?”

“It’s definitely my mother’s quirk, she got her’s from my grandmother too. The horns on the other hand are from my dad, they’re just there without purpose.”

Purpose or not, those horns looked really good on her.

»»—————————————————————————-————-««

“I can’t believe it.”

There, sat Y/n and Todoroki at the same table, next to each other, in the cafeteria. Both slurping cold soba with a neutral expression. “I mean, it makes sense, both of them are emotionally constipated when talking to others.” Sero shrugged and picked at his food.

“But we’re sisters! How could she betray me like this?” Mina fake cried into Kirishima’s shoulder.

“I mean you can go sit with them.”

“I’ll come with!”

Mina and Kaminari made their over to the duo’s table and plopped themselves across the two. “Mina, Kaminari.” Y/n acknowledged the two.

“So, Y/n.” Kaminari started, heart almost bursting at the way she innocently lifted her eyes towards him, noodles dangling from her lips. “What do you think about a date?”

Mina choked on her drink and set her eyes on Y/n who furrowed her eyebrows in thought.

“I do enjoy them, they’re high in fiber and hold great nutritional value. Now that you mention it, I think I’ll stop by and grab some before heading home. Thank you for reminding me about them, Kaminari.”

Kaminari blanked out and slowly turned his head to Mina who was stifling her laughs behind her hand. 

“Y-you’re welcome, Y/n.”

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Y/n had her hand outstretched in front of her as a shield formed to block off Nejire’s attack, blasting the periwinkle haired girl back into a wall before ducking and incoming tentacle from Amajiki.

Togata had snuck up behind her only to be blasted back, Y/n’s eyes darting between the three third years, watching their every move. The goal was to immobilize the three, which she could simply do but she wanted to show off a bit.

A blast of wave hit Y/n but she only skidded back, hands in front. A wild grin took over her features as the three had decided to gang up on her and attack simultaneously in order to stop her. Eyes gleaming red and both hands lit up the same shade, the three third years grunted as they were forced to kneel on the ground. The weight of Y/n’s power crushing them.

Amajiki forced tentacles to emerge from his fingers and push through Y/n’s hold but it was to no avail. Togata had decided to turn on his permeation and go through the floor only to be yanked up immediately.

“Y/n wins.”

Y/n immediately turns off her quirk and the three third years slumped on the ground in a more comfortable position.

“Good job, Y/n. You’re definitely on the right path to becoming a hero.” Aizawa patted her shoulder as the rest of the class stared in awe.

The third years were introduced to the class, each one of them suffering a punch to the gut by Togata. All except one, Y/n. 

Aizawa then challenged the third years to go against his student to see her potential.

“Looks like us third years have been bested by a first year, huh?” Togata chuckled and made his way over to Y/n and ruffled her hair, mindful of the horns. “You’re so cool, Y/n!”

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“Man, I can’t believe Y/n was able to take on The Big Three! She’s definitely going to be the number one hero at this rate!”

“HUH? THERE IS NO WAY I’LL LET A CREEPY WITCH SURPASS ME!”

“Bakubro she’s already surpassed the whole of U.A. at this point.”

“Hey, Kaminari.”

The group stopped and turned their eyes towards Y/n, Kaminari wiggled his fingers at the girl in a lazy wave.

“Remember when you asked me about dates?”

Chaos erupted.

Bakugou choked on his water, Kirishima sniffled a “that’s so manly, Denki.”, Sero screeched, and Mina clasped her hands together in anticipation, shushing the boys around her.

Kaminari looked close to short-circuiting.

Y/n took out a box of dates from her bag and handed it to him, “I got these for you, I thought maybe you’d enjoy them too.”

Bakugou let out a loud laugh, cackling at his friend’s misfortune while Kirishima looked like he was on the verge of crying for his friend. Mina sighed in disappointment.

“A-ah, thanks Y/n! I’ll definitely have them while training!”

Y/n let out a rare smile at the boy and left.

“Man, she had us for a sec.”

[thedawningofthehour]

1) When I read the part where Draxum rejects the idea of seeking an alliance with Big mama, a part of me snapped my fingers and said 'Dang! But another part of Me said 'ooh that's right, Draxum still doesn't know that Big mama was fucking Lou-jitsu ass' considering his secret crush on him I would love to know his reaction if he finds out.

Especially if big mama gets to win the race of who get donnie first and finds out from her, who I can see taking him right after to the ceremony for Splinter to kill him as a wedding gift. Which thinking about it would be a pretty cruel fate even for Draxum.

2) I imagine that Draxum did not apply his plan with the four turtles because it would have been much more difficult to keep an eye on all four of them, if one of them escaped he could free the others and his plan would be shattered. Now I wonder how it would have been if Draxum had also captured Leo on that roof? Double angst for the fam surely.

3) we see yokai that can fly, in the hidden city most wanted episode there's a part where we see a bird yokai mom flying with her child. Also the tmnt has mutants that can fly, Koya for example.

I feel like he would know?! I mean, come on, this is Big Mama and the all-time Battle Nexus champion. They were 100% on the cover of like...CosmoYokai, or Hidden City Enquirer. (it's been like fifteen years since I've cared about that kind of magazine so I forget what's popular) They were the star couple. When Lou stopped competing there were probably rumors that Big Mama ate him black widow style or that they had kids or something and Lou was now a stay-at-home dad. (human AU where Big Mama is Lou's executive, bread-winning wife and he quits acting to raise the kids)

I get the feeling that Draxum always knew that he would never have a chance with Lou. Either because he thought Lou wasn't interested in men, because he was wholly devoted to Big Mama or simply because Draxum kind of sucks and has never had a successful love life. I mean, he got Lou in his house and just stuck him in a cage. No attempts to woo him or anything. Raising Lou's kids was all Draxum could expect.

Oooooh man that is cruel. To have his son taken away, then be told that the guy he's in love with is marrying the woman who took him-literally because she kidnapped his son-right before Lou hatefully murders him? Goddamn. Just obliterate him.

Oh, exactly, all the boys are dangerous and they're increasingly dangerous when you put them together. Donnie was definitely the most risky one to capture, but he also had the most potential. It would have been difficult to do the same thing with more than one because Donnie actually required a lot of one-on-one attention. He might have been able to manage it with two, but why would he? He can make new mutants with similar abilities and would be more loyal to him. Donnie was one in a million and Draxum knew he had to take advantage of that luck.

He wouldn't have captured them both. He didn't have anything set up to hold Leo and knew he'd require something specially tailored to him, like The Table was for Donnie. Leo and Mikey didn't really interest him anyway. The only other one he would have wanted was Raph, who he knew could tear through physical restraints and Draxum would need to leverage one of his brothers over him to keep him from destroying everything. The only other brother that interested him was Donnie, and Draxum didn't want to risk Raph calling his bluff and having to hurt Donnie.

But some of Raph's Book 1 actions are actually adapted from my Risex2012 crossover idea where Leo and Donnie end up in 2012 universe and Raph goes a little crazy with two of his brothers missing. The scene with Meat Sweats was originally just Raph, and without Leo there to stop him, uh...let's just say he did a little more damage.

There would probably be both flighted and unflighted classes of winged Yokai, honestly. Some of them would be able to fly, some would have mutated with wings too short or too weak, some are probably crossbreeds with unwinged Yokai and were born with solid bones or without feathers. Now I'm thinking about how bird Yokai talk despite clearly having beaks-they'd have to make those sounds like birds do when they mimic, with their tongues. They probably have their own sort of sublanguage that's easier for them to vocalize.

Also, just fucking imagine all the feathers. Especially if the feathery Yokai molt on some sort of seasonal cycle-I'm unsure how it is with other birds, my cockatiels have always molted kind of whenever. When Angel molts it literally looks like a bird exploded wherever he stands for more than a few minutes. He'll do a shake and three to five feathers will come flying off. And he's like the size of my fist. Imagine how many fucking feathers a human-sized bird would drop during a molt. There's probably weeks of the year where it looks like cotton or cherry blossoms are covering the streets but no, it's just fucking feathers.

[bamf-jaskier]

I’m reading a non-canon short story written by Andrzej Sapkowski about Geralt and Yennefer’s wedding called Something Ends, Something Begins and my heart is literally so full. Even Asaps has to get tired of having so much angst so this short story is a literal fluff-fest and I love it so much. 

So I thought I would share some of my favorite quotes from the story and if you all want to read it, here is the link. 

"One day she'll break her neck," growled Yennefer, watching Ciri galloping in the splashing water, bent, firm in the stirrups. "One day your crazy daughter will break her neck."

Geralt turned his head and without a word looked into the sorceress's violet eyes.

"All right, then," smiled Yennefer, without averting her eyes. "Sorry, our daughter."

She hugged him again, pressing herself against him firmly, bit him in the arm again, kissed him, and bit him once more. Geralt touched her hair with his lips and carefully pulled her gown over her shoulders.

I am literally...I swear, we finally get domestic Yenralt and it isn’t even in the canon universe. I am literally going to fight someone. This is so damn cute and the way Yennefer is like “our daughter” my goddamn heart. 

The list of the guests wasn't that long. The engaged couple compiled it together and charged Dandelion with sending the invitations. Soon it turned out that the troubadour lost the list before he could even read it. Because he was ashamed to confess, he used a cheap trick and invited whomever he could. Of course he knew Geralt and Yennefer well enough that he didn't miss anyone important, but it wouldn't have been him if he didn't enrich the list of the guests by an admirable number of quite random persons.

Why does it just make sense that Dandelion would fuck this up? It’s so in-character, putting him in charge of the guest list was the first mistake. 

No one invited the golden dragon Villentretenmerth, because no one knew how to invite him and where to look for him. To the general astonishment the dragon turned up, of course incognito, in the form of the knight Borch Three Jackdaws. Of course, where Dandelion was present, one could not speak of any incognito, but even so few believed when the poet pointed at the curly-haired knight and claimed it was a dragon.

The image of Dandelion just pointing at this dude and yelling “He’s a dragon!” is fucking hilarious, especially when you consider most people don’t know dragons can shapeshift. 

"Was it you who invited

Triss Merigold?

"No," the witcher shook his head and silently praised the fact that the mutation of his blood system didn't allow him to blush.

"Not me. I think it was Dandelion, even though all of them claim to have learned about the wedding from the magical crystals."

"I don't want Triss to be present on my wedding!"

"But why? She's your friend."

"Don't make a fool out of me, witcher! Everyone knows you slept with her!"

"That's not true."

Yennefer's violet eyes narrowed dangerously.

"It is true."

"Is not!"

"It is!"

"All right," he turned around angrily. "It is true. So?"

The sorceress was quiet for a moment, playing with the obsidian star on the black velvet ribbon around her neck.

"Nothing," she said at last. "I just wanted you to admit it. Never try to lie to me, Geralt. Ever."

I love the little bickering. Also, like, even though Triss and Yennefer are friends try valid of her to not want her at the wedding. She slept with Geralt!! Love how Geralt tries to deny it at first but gives up ten seconds later. Geralt really tried to pull the “just friends” card and Yennefer was having NONE of it. 

The doppler accused Villentretenmerth of racism, chauvinism and lack of knowledge on the discussion's topic. Therefore, the insulted Villentretenmerth changed for a moment into his natural dragon form, destroying several pieces of furniture and causing a general panic. When the situation calmed down, a fierce quarrel began, in which humans and non-humans accused each other of lack of open-mindedness and racial tolerance. 

A quite unexpected twist in the discussion came from the freckled Merle, the whore who didn't look like a whore. Merle announced that the whole debate was stupid and pointless and didn't concern true professionals, who don't dinstinguish between such things, which she was willing to prove on the spot (for an adequate reward, of course), even with the dragon Villentretenmerth in his natural form. 

In the silence that fell abruptly in that instant they heard the female medium proclaim that she's willing to do the same, and for free. Villentretenmerth quickly changed the topic and began discussing safer topics, such as economics, politics, hunting, fishing and gambling.

Everything about this sequence is perfect, absolutely prime. Dragons and Dopplers fighting, Merle saying she would fuck a dragon in dragon form. This has EVERYTHING. 

"I'll get going right after the feast," Ciri repeated. 

"I want... I want to feel the wind in my face on the back of a galloping horse again. I want to see the stars on the horizon again, I want to whistle Dandelion's ballads at night. I'm longing for a fight, the dance with a sword, I'm longing for the risk, for the delight victory brings me. And I'm longing for solitude. Do you understand me?"

"Of course," Geralt smiled sadly. "Of course I understand you, Ciri. You're my daughter, you're a witcher. You'll do what you must. But I must tell you one thing. One thing. You can't run away forever, even though you'll always try."

"I know," she replied and cuddled herself closer to him. "I still have hope that one day... If I wait, if I'm patient, then I, too, perhaps will live such a beautiful day like this... Such a nice day... Even though..."

"What, Ciri?"

"I've never been pretty. And with that scar..."

"Ciri," he cut her off. "You're the most beautiful girl in the world. Right after Yen, of course."

"Oh, Geralt..."

"If you don't believe me, ask Dandelion."

"Oh, Geralt."

Ciri telling Geralt she wants to travel and move on is just heartbreaking but it makes sense. She has more adventures to go on. Geralt’s story is ending. Hers is beginning. Also Ciri feeling insecure about her appearance and Geralt being a good dad and comforting her? Amazing. 

"I have unfinished business there," she hissed. "For Mistle. For my Mistle. Even though I avenged her, but for Mistle one death is not enough."

Bonhart, he thought. She killed him out of hatred. Oh, Ciri, Ciri. You're standing on the edge of an abyss, daughter. Not a thousand deaths would avenge your Mistle. Beware of hatred, Ciri, it consumes like cancer.

"Watch out for yourself," he whispered."I'd rather watch out for others," she smiled ominously. "It pays off more, it works better in the long run."

I will never see her again, he thought. If she leaves, I will never see her again.

"You will," she answered unexpectedly and smiled with a smile of a sorceress, not of a witcher. "You will, Geralt."

When Geralt asks what Ciri plans to do on her travels she literally says: I am going to avenge my dead girlfriend and murder some people. Which is not a healthy coping mechanism but damn if the idea of a gay revenge story doesn’t sound good to read. 

The priestesses Iola and Eurneid also sobbed, when Yennefer refused to put on the white wedding dress they had made for her. Not even Nenneke's mediation helped. Yennefer cursed, threw around hexes and dishes, while repeating that she looks like a fucking virgin in white. 

The enraged Nenneke began yelling, too, and told the sorceress that she behaved worse than three fucking virgins at once. Yennefer responded by conjuring a ball of lightning and demolishing the roof of the corner tower, which had its good side, too. The crash was so terrible that Caldemeyn's daughter got shock from it and her diarrhea stopped.

Once again, this scene has EVERYTHING. Yennefer getting so pissed it demolishes a tower. The shaking being so bad it stops diarrhea. Also, why does Asaps use diarrhea so often in his books? You know what, I don’t want to know. 

Triss Merigold and the witcher Eskel from Kaer Morhen, were seen again, sneaking, arms linked, into the garden summerhouse.

Is that...IMPLIED TRISSKEL?? OKAY THEN. All the Trisskel friends out there: They hooked up at Geralt and Yennefer’s wedding I don’t make the rules. 

"Yen..."

She looked breathtaking. Black wavy locks, curled up with a golden tiara, fell in a shining cascade over her shoulders and the high collar of a long white brocade dress with black-striped sleeves, pulled together on a bodice with countless drapes of lilac ribbons.

"Flowers, don't forget the flowers," warned Triss Merigold, all in dark blue, and handed a bouquet of white roses to the bride. "Oh, Yen, I'm so happy..."

"Triss, darling," sobbed Yennefer all of a sudden, upon which both sorceresses embraced and kissed the air around their ears and diamond earrings.

"Enough of those endearments," ordered Nenneke, smoothing the folds on her snow-white priestess dress. "We're going to the chapel. Iola, Eurneid, hold her dress, or she'll kill herself on the stairs.

Triss and Yennefer’s friendship is so sweet sometimes. Like, they would literally murder each other but they would also murder FOR each other too. 

Yennefer approached Geralt and with a hand in a white lace glove she straightened the collar of his black cloak, embroidered with silver. Geralt offered her an arm.

"Geralt," she whispered into his ear. "I still can't believe it."

"Yen," he answered her in a whisper. "I love you."

"I know."

I don’t know is Asaps is purposefully referencing Star Wars here but either way this had me tearing up. Geralt and Yennefer deserve a happy ending and even if it’s not officially canon the author wrote it so this is canon in my head. 

The wedding was splendid. Ladies and maidens cried collectively. Herwig was the master of ceremony, a former king, but still a king. Vesemir from Kaer Morhen and Nenneke stood in as parents of the betrothed couple, Triss Merigold and Eskel as witnesses. 

Okay but why is Asaps sneaking in the Trisskel? I want more of it and this pairing definitely intrigues me. Also Vesemir and Nenneke as their parents? That’s so damn sweet. I swear to fuck this entire short story is too damn cute and I want more of it. 

I cannot stress how much I love the energy Merle brings to the table. Saying she would straight up fuck a dragon. The power of it all.