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carpetbug · 1 year ago

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welcome to the beginning of my ML Feline Blue AU!

in which Marinette is forced to become guardian before ever wielding a miraculous. Chaos ensues when she uses the black cat ring to become feline blue and through a silly little turn of events, Adrien gets his hands on the ladybug earrings and becomes beetle rouge

BIIIIIG thank you to my lovelies @isabugs and @thimbleb3rries for being so kind and encouraging, for their WONDERFUL ART OH MY GOD, and for beta-ing this!

The beginning: Becoming Guardian

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“You’re not going to beat me like that, old man” The looming figure taunted.

Hunched in a ball before him, a much smaller elderly man struggled for breath. Blood trailed from his mouth, combining with his saliva to messily drip from his lips as he fought for air. Just by the effort he had to put into continuing breathing, he could tell this was not a fight he could win. Still, his fists clenched in defiance as he pushed himself from the floor and steadied himself upright on his feet. His spine screamed in protest and searing pain at the task, but he managed to remain standing.

“I know I can not beat you, old man” He coughed, hands trembling slightly. “But I must continue to fight”

The taller man scoffed before taking a step forward “I’ll make sure it's the last thing you ever do, you pathetic excuse of a guardian” He spat, tightening his grip on his cane as his rage boiled beneath his skin.

“I’d expect nothing less from a villain like you, Hawkmoth”

“No need to act like you’re so much better than me. After all, we've all made mistakes, haven’t we Master fu” Hawkmoth sneered.

“Leave my past out of this. I’ve worked to fix what I have broken, you only aim to destroy” Master fu panted, feeling his shoulders to check if his bag was still on his back, and letting out a small sigh of relief when he felt the thick material. Next his hands slowly traveled to support and feel the bottom and sides of the bag, searching for an object. He took another relieved breath when he felt the item's weight, and then he prepared himself for the worst. Bunching his muscles, he sprang into action and bolted away from Hawkmoth.

He focused only on moving forward, getting as far from this wretched evil as he could before time ran out. When he finally collapsed, legs giving out from under him in pure exhaustion, he found himself at the Pont de Arts, above the seine. Hawkmoth was nowhere to be seen, but master fu knew that was only a false sense of security. The villain would find him soon enough. He needed to find someone. Anyone.

“-ir? Are you okay?”

A voice. Master fu looked up, vision shaking just slightly. In Front of him stood a teenage girl, dark hair pulled back into pigtails and eyebrows pushed together with worry.

“Sir? Can you hear me?” She asked with a panicked look in her eyes. “How can I help?” She stepped closer and offered him a hand.

Master fu gathered his strength to pull his bag from his back and carefully draw open the zipper before reaching in to pull out the contents. The girl watched intensely, eyes following his pained movements. He pulled a large dark wooden box from the bag and held it close to his chest, then brought his eyes upwards to meet her face. “I’m sorry, young hero” He said sadly, then joined his hand to hers before she could respond.

An intense feeling washed over him, and he closed his eyes to take a deep breath. This girl was strong. He hoped she will forgive him for the burden he will make her bear.

She flashed an anxious smile “That’s okay, and I promise I’m no hero. Just a normal g-” He cut her off with a sharp tug, then slammed the box into her chest. She gasped as he knocked the air from her lungs, clearly not expecting such a feat of strength from the battered man. As she fought to breathe, Master fu gathered the last few remnants of his strength and lifted the girl from the ground. “I, Wang Fu, hereby relinquish the Miracle Box-”

“Stop! What are you doing!?”

“-and name Marinette Dupain-Cheng the guardian” His body lit up, skin glowing as the box between them lifted upward and burned like a star in the air.

“How do you know my na-?!” Before she could finish what she said, the box dropped back into her hold and the elderly man -still glowing like some sort of deity- held her over the railing and dropped her into the rushing water below. She hit the surface with a loud splash, getting thrown under but quickly resurfacing a few feet away, miracle box still in her arms.

The last thing she saw before being pulled away by the fast moving current was the man falling backwards to the ground in exhaustion as the light emitting from his skin dimmed.

Master fu slowly blinked his eyes open, carefully taking in his surroundings with an expression of pure shock and confusion on his face. He seemed so frail, all of a sudden. Like he had lost all his fight.

“What did you do?!” a booming voice hissed behind him. He started to turn his head to look, but something beat him to it. All of a sudden, a hand tightened around his throat and picked him off the ground, nails digging into the thin skin of his neck.

“What- what’s happening?” Master fus strangled voice hardly escaped his lips. He tried to thrash his legs, do anything to get free, but a fatigue he couldn’t explain had overcome his muscles. Weakly prying at his attackers hands, panic began to set in. There wouldn’t be any escape. “Who are you?” he managed out in a pained mumble.

“I am the next guardian of the miraculous” the seething voice responded as nails began to break through his skin. “I am the consequences of your greatest mistake” the words rang through his head as his vision went black, and sickeningly warm blood poured from his throat.

Marinette struggled to hold her head above the surface and keep the container in her grasp as the river pulled her this way and that. Her mind raced and her lungs screamed, everything inside her begging to let go of that weird old man’s weird old box and save herself instead. Still, her grip remained glued to the sodden wood, as if she would rather drown than set the box free to face the waters’ wrath. Nothing was making any sense. And despite the deafening chorus of the racing water that surrounded her, the only thing ringing in her ears was the man’s words.

He had called her a hero. He had entrusted her with something clearly important to him. He had thrown her into the seine. He had been badly wounded. He had been a complete and utter stranger. What did everything mean? Suddenly, her feet felt solid ground beneath her, and she hurriedly moved to follow it. She pushed forward, focusing on reaching the bank that lay on the other side. Eventually Marinette was able to pull herself and the box from the water onto an empty platform beneath a bridge.

As soon as she was safely out of the water, Marinette threw herself backwards in exhaustion. She laid against the cool pavement underneath her and passed through all the events that had just occurred. What the fuck was this ‘miracle’ box? And why was she the ‘guardian’? Ignoring the new aches in her body, she sat upward and brought the box closer to her.

There she sat for a few moments, toying with the lid and gently tracing the intricate pattern displayed. Taking a deep breath, she slowly opened it.

“HELLO YOUNG MASTER” A loud chorus of voices rang out as a beam of light emitted from the open container and what looked like small differently colored masses of stars flew all around her. Marinette fell back onto her elbows, overwhelmed at the sudden sensory overload. Her vision was a blur of nauseating colors accompanied by what she could only imagine to be auditory hallucinations.

Before she had a chance to speak, to catch her breath or try and scream for help, the almost magical colorful masses slowed until they were still, then began to morph into a solid form. Marinette watched, intrigued and terrified, as these small creatures took shape in front of her. They each seemed to be a different animal, though they all shared an alien-like anatomy. Some had tails, others long whiskers and a few antennas. Two of them caught her eye, a sleek black cat and what she thought to be a ladybug (though it looked much more like some sort of bug-mouse combo).

As if the creatures could read her mind -which they could, for all she knew-, they began to speak in sync. “WE ARE THE KWAMI, MAGICAL BEINGS THAT CAN BESTOW POWERS UPON OUR WIELDERS.” They said, in an almost sing-songy voice.

“AND YOU, MARINETTE, ARE OUR NEW GUARDIAN.”

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ml #carpetbug writes #ml feline blue au #kwami swap #marinette #marinette dupain cheng #master fu #gabriel agreste #hawkmoth #I RLLY HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS LITTLE INTRO!! MUCH MUCH MUCH MORE TO COME!#this is just a short little intro to the au :)#expect longer chapters in the future and lots of art!#i will add this to ao3 at some point i pinky promise #carpetbug art

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f0point5 · 7 months ago

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Did Max’s P2 mean that Emilia didn’t make to Miami since crazy stuff happens when she isn’t at the race? (I mean I consider it pretty crazy that Max didn’t win)

As a consolation prize could we get Max and Emilia being domestic? Would love to see them just going on their normal life and being in love 🥺

I am sooo sorry this took so long! I went through an inspiration drought after Miami but I am BACK! I’m sorry this didn’t end up being a comfort post-Miami but I hope you like it anyway!!!

Edit: you know what, in my head she was in Miami because honestly I think she and Max would be really happy about Lando’s win. I don’t think they’d take it anywhere near as hard as Max fans lol. He’s their son, they love him.

✨Set between the China and Miami GPs ✨

I (vow) I (will) always be yours

Quiet Sundays in your household are a rarity. If it’s not a race, it’s an event, or time spent on a plane to get to the factory for some work. But not today.

Today Max was woken at nearly midday by Jimmy standing on his head instead of his alarm. He’d had a leisurely breakfast with you out on the terrace. Now, he was practicing for his upcoming sim race while you went through the kitchen cupboards to make a shopping list.

He turned around in his sim rig to sneak a glance at you. Max never lied when he told you that you looked incredible at all the events you went to. He still loses his breath every time he sees you dressed to the nines in haute couture, his palms still sweat and he still never quite feels worthy, because who could be. But he never loves looking at you more than when you’re home, not bothering with anything but your own comfort.

Now, wearing just that Alpha Tauri hoodie that you’d been stealing from him forever, hair in a ponytail, holding a lemon so overripe it looked like a lime, he falls even more in love with you.

He smiles to himself as he turns back to the sim and starts a new lap around Spa.

“Hypothetical question,” you call out to him, just as he gets to turn 1. Typical. Max credits you with the fact that he’s able to watch the race even while driving it, because he’s so used to distractions at home.

“No,” he replies immediately, because he knows where this is going. “I wouldn’t love you if you are going to be a beetle or a worm or something,”

“Firstly, that’s really bold of you to say after I loved you through the haircut in Singapore,”

“Oh my God,” he groans. He swears he’s forgotten everything about that weekend except the unfortunate haircut, because you never mentioned the race since. But the haircut, that’s haunted him ever since.

“Kafka had nothing on that haircut, that was an assassination attempt,” you say behind him.

“What is a Kafka?” Max asks as he bounces over a curb. The chair shakes a little bit.

Your bare legs appear in Max’s periphery and he allows himself one glance as you perch on the mini fridge next to his trophy.

“You know, like the book, Metamorphosis?” You explain, tapping your pencil against the notepad. “Because the guy turns into a giant beetle and his whole family turns on him,”

“No,” Max replies, already thoroughly disgusted. “What the fuck is that?”

“Max, I know you didn’t go to school but the internet is free,”

“I’m not going to spend my time reading about a human beetle,” he scoffs, a shiver rolling through him as his nose wrinkles. If this is what it takes to be educated, he’s glad he’s just fast. “What was your question,”

“It’s-“ you stop, and he lifts his foot off the throttle. “Oh, should we get some Chablis?”

“Why?”

“For when you’re dad comes on Tuesday,”

“My dad’s not coming on Tuesday,”

“Yes, he is,” you insist, and Max wonders how you would know that if he didn’t. “Isn’t he?”

Max pauses his lap, which he knows is basically fucked, and turns to face you. “I thought your dad was coming on Tuesday,”

He watches as your expression sours instantly. “Great, so one bad tempered European man who lives vicariously through his child is going to show up on Tuesday evening, we just don’t know which one of us he’s related to,” you roll your eyes, and Max reaches over to squeeze your knee. “I’ll text my dad and check,”

You pull your phone out of the hoodie pocket and begin to tap away. Max considers restarting his lap but thinks before of it.

“So, your hypothetical?” He prompts, his hand sliding towards the inside of your thigh.

“One second,” You say, scrolling. “Hm.” Maybe you don’t even notice you do it, but your eyes flicker up to Max for a split second as your tongue glides over your canine. Sassy does that right before she hisses at him.

“What?” Max asks, squeezing your leg to get your attention.

“Apparently we’re never getting married,” you say, finally looking up at him with a blank stare.

He hedges his bets, stuttering out a quiet, “huh?”

“‘Fans of F1’s most famous couple may have wait for a wedding, as Verstappen stresses he is in no hurry to tie the knot’,” you recite, reading from your phone.

Max rolls his eyes. As much as he tries to avoid answering questions about your relationship, he can’t dodge all of them. Every now and again he’s advised to feed the animals. And this is what they do with whatever he says - twist it into something only vaguely resembling what he meant.

He’s about to laugh when he notices the way you’re looking at your phone. Your lips are pursed as you scroll studiously. You cross one leg over the other, forcing Max to move his hand.

“So what?” Max asks, scrutinising your face. “Are you in a hurry?”

You lock your phone and toss it towards the couch. “Nope.”

“So, what’s the problem?” He asks, craning his head to catch your eye but you stand up and walk out of view.

“I didn’t say there was a problem,” you call flippantly, your voice getting further away.

Max may be a little bit clueless, but he knows you well enough to know there absolutely is a problem.

“No, you never say that,” he says, climbing out of his sim rig as you sit down on the couch. “You just disappear and don’t talk to me and then I have to run around a city trying to find you-“

“One time,” you say with a roll of your eyes.

“Four times,” Max corrects, ready to start listing them.

“Oh, so that’s why you don’t want to marry me?”

“When did I say-“

Max stops himself because he can hear his voice rising to a hoarse squeak. He doesn’t really understand how you got there. But then he looks at you, sitting cross legged on the couch, picking at your freshly manicured nails as if they’ve personally offended you, and he remembers that in an uncharacteristic lack of self awareness, you still think he holds even a single card in this game.

He’ll never understand what it is that makes you think that there’s a future for him without you in it, because there isn’t and there never has been. But, to paraphrase some writer you love, he’s not meant to understand, he’s just meant to love you. Which he does. Enough to know that you hate feeling like the person who cares more.

You move when he sits beside you, scrambling to the corner of the couch and stretching out perpendicular to Max, which makes him sigh. You pick up your phone and start scrolling, not even acknowledging his presence.

“To be clear,” Max says pointedly, “I didn’t mean I didn’t want to get married. I just meant it’s not…” he chews his lip, choosing his next words carefully. “I will spend the rest of my life with you anyway, right? So I can get married to you tomorrow or in ten years, it doesn’t matter to me,”

You don’t say anything to this, but you do put down your phone to cross your arms over your chest.

“Well, maybe it should. It is a legally binding contract, you know. Once you sign on it, you can’t get rid of me,” you tease, nudging his thigh with your foot. Max smiles ruefully; despite your sing-song tone, the thought even entering your mind makes him uncomfortable.

“I haven’t been able to get rid of you in twenty-six years,” he says, taking the way you’re fighting a smile as his cue to come closer. He shift himself onto the couch as crawls over you, one arm on the back of the couch to trap you while the other moves your legs apart so he slot between them. “And I haven’t wanted to. A piece of paper isn’t going to change that. But if it will that even more obvious to you then we can do it soon. If you want we can do it in the Vegas paddock for all I care,” he punctuates each couple of words with kisses pressed to your cheek, jaw, and finally your neck, which he nips at playfully as you squirm under him.

“Okay, slow down please,” you chide, pushing Max away from you, but when he pulls away he can see you’re smiling. “We don’t even know if we’re going to be together by November,”

Max snorts at that. “No, you’re right,” he says, fighting a smile as you shift in your seat so that you can lean against him.

He puts his arm around you and you spot in under it, resting your head against his chest. Even shielded from the sun as you are, the golden light seems to find you. You just glow.

“Okay, are you allowed to eat cheesecake this week? Because I’m not going to buy one if you just-“

“Wait,” Max interrupts. “What was your hypothetical question?”

You chuckle sheepishly as you glance up at him. “Oh, it was, if I disappeared how long would you wait for me before moving on,”

“Three days,” Max answers, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Because after three days either someone is going to return you because you’re so annoying, or you’re dead and there’s no point waiting,”

“You know, when you finally, and I quote, get around, to asking me to marry you, I’m going to say no,” you tell him, slapping at his stomach.

He catches your hand and entwines your fingers, lifting your hand to his lips. “Don’t worry, by the time I get around to it you won’t remember this conversation,”

“True,” you shrug, resting your notepad on his thigh while you scribble down bresaola. “You don’t even have a ring and that’ll take at least a year to find,”

Even with your head leaning on his chest you didn’t notice Max’s involuntary jerk. Quick reaction time saved his ass again.

Max isn’t good at lying. History has proven that. But he was good at omitting. There is always a small part of him that felt bad when he kept secrets from you, and now is the same. He always dealt with it by promising himself he’d tell you whatever it was when the time was right. He knows that now is not the time for you to know what you’d find if you went into the safe at his dad’s house. What’s been sitting there since the 4th January. You’ll know eventually.

So all he says is, “yeah,” with a gentle smile. “At least a year.”

#max verstappen x reader

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joannerowling · 24 days ago

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What that wasn’t in the movies do you hope they include in the new show 😋 they better do it justice or elseee. If they game of thrones-ify it I’ll kill someone

PS: Peeves is confirmed! I'd love for the show to include some of Vernon's POV in the first chapter, because it's such a funny and iconic introduction, and spend a bit longer on Harry's awful life at the Dursleys. Ron throwing hands with Malfoy. The twins shooting snowballs at the back of Quirrell's head. Also, PLEASE, an accurate depiction of the way Hermione deals with the Devil Snare. Do NOT cut Ron's "are you a witch or what?!" line again i'm begging!

CoS: Nearly-Headless Nick's anniversary is a popular one i subscribe to! And Ginny's Valentine card ("his eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad"). Percy being a bit more present.

PoA: Hermione and Ron working on Buckbeak's case, Hermione's Girlboss Day where she quits Divination and slaps Malfoy in the span of a few hours (and Ron's reaction to it). Hermione making fun of Ron for believing in the Grim. Oliver crying tears of joy after winning the Quidditch Cup.

GoF: Ok, now we're in business. Give me the SPEW sideplot, including Dobby's salary, drunk Winky and the kitchens. Also, don't skip over the harrassment Hermione gets from Skeeter, let her grow obsessed with finding out how she manages to evesdrop on conversations (specifically, i need that scene where Hermione is wondering aloud about her while viciously grinding beetles into dust in Potions class) and trap her in an unbreakable jar.

OotP: Three words: Department 👏 of 👏Mysteries 👏 SHOW US ALL THE ROOMS, especially the Time Room (let us freak out about the baby-headed Deatheater!!!) and the Brain Room (let Ron Weasley get his sexy scars from being strangled by flying brain tentacles). Harry throwing hands with Malfoy. Harry and Ron making shit up for Divination class. Divination teacher Firenze (i know it doesn't bring a lot to the story but i want Hermione to call out Parvati about her horse fetish). Hermione cursing Marietta Edgecombe with acne spelling "SNITCH" on her forehead (again, probably won't happen as it's maybe too gross for tv but one can dream). Ginny and Harry bonding.

HBP: That one scene where Harry brutally assassinate a seed while Ron and Hermione are trying and spectacularly failing to arrange a date. The Gaunts memory and also the one where Voldemort comes back to Hogwarts and tries to get the DADA teaching gig.

DH: Harry's 17th birthday including the cake. Ron punching Malfoy in the face while invisible and yelling at him "that's the second time we save your life this evening arsehole". Potterwatch. Fred's death. Ron and Hermione's first kiss happening exactly as ridiculously as it did in the book. Harry calling Hermione "like a sister" and embracing Ron after his return. NOT showing us the trapped bit of Voldemort's soul in purgatory King's Cross, because not seeing it makes it scarier.

#replies #anon #at the top of my head

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creganslover · 5 months ago

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Hello!! First of all I loved your Adam de Hull fanfic you wrote. I know you wanted requests to be specific so I will do my best. Could you do a (Hurt/Comfort) fanfic in which (male) OC, an old friend of Helaena Targaryen, with her is in love with, hears her scream during a nightmare about Blood and Cheese and cuddle with her to sleep since all her family seems to have better things to do? Thanks in advance and sorry if it's too or too little specific or if my english is not perfect.

hellish dream, helaena targaryen x male! OC! Velaryon! Reader

wc: 1.8k

warning/s: the dance doesn't happen, they're a functioning family, canon-typical incest, slight angst from helaena's nightmare, pining, hurt/comfort, not beta read

note: your request is perfect! and if you don't mind, I had altered it a little and I hope it's up to your liking! thank you <3 likes, reblogs, and feedbacks are greatly appreciated.

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Sleep was futile for Aerys Velaryon tonight within the Red Keep.

It could possibly have been due to the fact that he had not walked in these walls for quite a few years now, perhaps the last time being when he was but one and ten if he recalled, before having moved to Dragonstone where he grew up. Though being back in King’s Landing with his family had its perks, specifically where he was able to reconnect with Helaena, and her brothers Aegon and Aemond, the same goes with Aerys’ own brothers, Jacaerys and Lucerys.

All of them had been tied together in youth, getting into all sorts of mischief, mostly due to Aegon, with Jacaerys following suit, then Lucerys, and reluctantly, Aemond. Aerys had been known to participate in their occasional prank pulling or banter, however he often stayed behind and watched, yet this does not mean he would refuse a challenge or two.

That’s when once Helaena had found Aerys sitting on the steps by the grounds of the Red Keep, an amused look on his face as Aegon and Jacaerys had been placing a bet on who could win in a game of tug-of-war on the mud between them and their brothers, and that the losers would follow whatever the victors asked.

Aerys had barely engaged with Helaena before as she had been often with herself and within the confines of her chambers, and when she had approached. Unbeknownst to Aerys, an iridescent beetle had settled upon his shoulder, shining a metallic red. The young girl had spoken right beside him which- honestly- made him jump as he wasn’t alerted of her presence, then catching sight of her as Helaena pointed at his shoulder.

“It likes you.”

It was a simple phrase, yet it had budded a friendship between Aerys and Helaena. It seemed they had both bonded over their like and amusement for being observant, Aerys indulging in Helaena when she had seeked for him the following weeks when she felt it, to show a new critter she had in her collection, or whether it was a finished needlework, in which Aerys had always praised Helaena for and had always made time for her despite the demands of his lessons as a prince.

They were good childhood friends, Aerys even defending Helaena from Aegon’s unnecessary jabs until their family had ultimately parted with Aerys’ mother Rhaenyra Targaryen moving to reside in Dragonstone, therefore grew in their separate ways.

Moving forward to the present, Aerys had found himself tossing and turning in his given chambers in the Red Keep, before he sighed, sitting up and moving out of bed, rubbing at his face in frustration. His feet had taken him to one of a small chest sitting on his table, fingers fiddling with the lock as it creaked open.

There he pulled out a cloth, not just any cloth, but an embroidery of his dragon, Skysplitter, given to him by Helaena when they had last met. Even though they had glimpsed each other earlier in the dining hall after such years passed, neither had made a move.

It was understandable since they were now both grown into a man and woman. Despite that, Aerys managed to give Helaena a smile, in which the latter only pursed her lips and averted her gaze from him in shyness.

However, it felt as if no time had changed when the cousins Targaryen and Velaryon boys had gotten together, the whole feast spent catching up and having to tolerate Aegon’s jokes and reliving the memories of their childhood now over cups of wine.

Aerys dragged his thumb down onto the fabric, its threads smooth and firm, Helaena had put much work and detail into it possible, even for its small size, it had depicted Skysplitter’s silver-red scales, wings spread and tail curled.

It sent Aerys’ mouth quirking to a boyish grin, shaking his head, in all their time apart, he had not been able to let Helaena out of his thoughts, always lingering in the back of his head, even thinking about her had his heart hammering against his chest, begging to be let out so it could find its way to where it wanted to belong.

Aerys then placed the embroidery back into the chest, shaking himself out of his foolish thoughts, closing the chest with a thud and clicking it shut, before deciding to venture out the halls, throwing a robe over on his shoulders to beat the cold that managed to seep into the castle in the night.

Mostly everyone should have been asleep now, his family in their own respective chambers.

Then as he had moved up the stairs, trying to challenge himself if he could remember the way to the balcony where he and Helaena often spent time together.

Passing by large intricate doors, with guards nowhere in sight, there was a noise making Aerys halt in his steps, eyes meeting the handle. With brows knitted, Aerys knew he should not intervene, and that it was probably something else.

As he made to continue in his steps again, there was a gasp followed by a short yell, muffled through the doors. Aerys instincts kicked in, grabbing at the large door handle, pulling it open imagining someone was in need of help when darkness greeted him, except for a few candles lit.

There were no signs of trouble, though only then Aerys realized it was another sleeping quarters, based on the heap on the bed. Aerys blinked back, he should turn away now, or it would have been a cause of immodesty for him to be found within another’s bedroom.

Yet before he could turn back again, the voice was much clearer this time, and in distress. “No, no, not him- please!”

Helaena.

Aerys inhaled a sharp breath as the realization of being in Helaena’s quarters hit, and she was there struggling with a nightmare, with no guards posted to alert her family of it. The longer she cried, Aerys broken free from his stupor as he approached where she lay on the side of the bed, hand immediately darting as he spots Helaena’s face scrunched, a stray tear rolling down her cheek in her sleep as she tossed, trying to fight her way out of the nightmare that had a hold on her.

“Helaena, Helaena, wake up.” Aerys urged, squeezing at her shoulder and trying to shake her awake. It took a few tries with Aerys’ tone deepening in concern before Helaena had jolted awake, sitting up and looking frantically, gesturing and managing to grab a hold of Aerys’ arm, her eyes wide and stricken with grief and panic as she called out for her twins that she did not have at the moment.

“Where are they? My- my children! Jahaerys, Jahaera- oh Jahaerys…” Helaena said, breathily, seeming as if the air had been knocked out her lungs as she was a mess, tears freely rolling down her flushed cheeks of her creamy skin.

“Helaena.” Aerys voiced firmly, Helaena gasping for air as her body shook, looking at him, mouth parting open and closed as she registered his presence. “Aerys.” She replied, almost in relief, without thinking, pulling him in an embrace, sending him to be sat upon her bed, face buried in his chest, grasping at his robes.

Only then Aerys realized how cold Helaena had been, in turn wrapping his strong arms around her delicate form, though his heart beat faster than a horse could run. Aerys rubbed up and down her back, careful of where he situated his hands as he slowly rested one upon the small of her back, the other shy of just touching her waist.

“Shh, you are alright, there is no harm here.” Aerys comforted as Helaena’s shaking body soon started to relax, this here, Helaena being in his arms had felt right, as if something had shifted in the stars.

“No harm will come to you, I swear of it.” Aerys voiced in a fleeting thought. Helaena stayed buried in his chest, arms clinging around him as she steadied her breath with the help of Aerys.

“They, they took him from me, Aerys.” Never had Aerys heard such fear in her voice, Aerys knew better than to prod when Helaena was clearly distressed. “No one will take anything from you, Helaena.” He responded. He had spent a few minutes ensuring Helaena had come back down from whatever dreams plagued her mind.

Once Helaena had gone quiet and was now breathing normally, with Aerys rested back on the bed, leaned back against the headrest with Helaena laying her head on his chest now. Aerys absentmindedly traced patterns on her arms through her sleeves of her chemise, before propriety had struck his mind like a blacksmith would hammer a forged sword.

Shifting, Aerys waged a war within his mind, a part of him selfishly wanted to stay, another deemed that he had done his part and must now leave Helaena alone before he could get in trouble and drag her with him.

“I think I must go, Helaena.” Aerys carefully voiced, moving and slowly trying to detangle himself from her, reluctantly.

“Must you really?” Helaena croaked and Aerys felt his composure fracture. He had long avoided looking into Helaena’s face and he made the mistake of doing so now, gazing down at her to find her eyes still puffy and red, eyes conveying more emotions than she spoke.

“I… I would not want to get you in trouble.” Aerys swallowed down. “You could leave before the sun shows…” Helaena suggested before she was tugging onto the sleeve of Aerys’ tunic. “Tell me what endeavours have you sought to do in your years at Dragonstone?” She added, liking to hear more of Aerys’ voice which had managed to calm her tonight.

Thus with Aerys taking a quick glance out into the window of Helaena’s chambers, calculating that he likely had a few more hours before the keep would come alive again, he obliged.

“-you should have seen the look on poor Lucerys’ face when he had first rode on Arrax.” Aerys could fondly remember having to steady the youngest on his feet when he got back down onto the ground, unable to even jest with his brother in between laughter.

As he looked down at Helaena, he found her fast asleep, curled up against his side, a hand splayed on his abdomen, stirring feelings he had held back for so long with them in this position. Smoothing a few stray hairs away from her face, smiling dearly when Helaena’s nose would scrunch in turn, he placed a featherlight kiss upon the crown of her silver head.

Whatever the Gods had in store for them now, Aerys vowed that in time and come whatever may, one way or another, was going to ask for Helaena’s hand.

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iridescent-solstice · 3 months ago

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Fic 1/2 made for the amazing @cinsilly for winning this contest I hosted a while back. I hope you like it and also thank you for participating in my silly little shenanigans. If I did my job right, hopefully you’ll join future events too! 🙆🏻‍♀️

The candle by his side burns faithfully as Julian leans over his cluttered desk. Wispy strands of his ginger hair wave back and forth as he grumbles in frustration. With an aching back and cramped wrists, his sleep deprived mind urges him to take a break.

But he won't. Because there is much to be done. Far too much.

He chides himself internally for not working enough. For not being fast enough. Because, despite the countless hours he’s spent here, there are still too many old journals to comb through. Too many documents he’s scribbled and had to scrap or re-read. He's frustrated. Tired. Hungry and extremely worried for all the people out there in worse conditions than he is. The physical states of those already infected aren't getting much better, and the count's temper is only getting worse. "DAMMIT WHY IS NOTHING WORKING!" He curses slamming his fist down on the poor table. It's like he's walking around in endless circles, isn't he? There has to be a cure! He chants in his head. With a library as huge as this, there must be something here about a plague spreading by beetles.

It’s almost beginning to feel like he’s drowning in pile and piles of unending assigned reading. Even with an apprentice, there’s still so much he has to do. If he doesn’t . . . No. Julian shakes the thoughts away. He doesn’t want to think about those consequences. Finding the cure is too vital a task to slack on. And he won't discover it if he spends all his time wondering about what will happen if he doesn't manage to uncover it. He can do it . . . Well, even if he couldn’t, there are too many people's lives at stake to not try his darn hardest. Too people relying on him. The countess. The citizens of Versuvia. The count. But most importantly . . . his apprentice is counting on him too. So, he has to find a cure. No.matter.what.the.cost.

Books, letters, documents and other knick knacks are sprawled all over the cinnamon-coloured table. But the mess inside his head is even worse than the one infront of him. A looming giant window behind him gives a glimpse into the internal state of the city. Cold, dark, deserted and in complete disarray. The normal hustle and bustle is no longer as usual as it once used to be. You’d be lucky if you saw a single person in sight. Not anymore though. They’re all hiding away inside their homes. He has no doubt that you would be too if you gave yourself the luxury too.

But he’s glad you haven’t taken that liberty. That you care enough to stay by his side. To risk your life. He has no idea how he'd do this without you. Throughout all his travels at sea, he's spent a great deal of his time alone. But he doesn't think he could ever go back to that lifestyle anymore. He needs you.

He needs you to check up on him. To hold his hand and cheerfully tell him everything will be alright again. To not give up. He nee- No he wants you. Wants you to sit suspiciously close by as he navigates the medical forms. While he relays the important findings he just discovered. As he flips through the records. Patient after patient, case after case. It’s almost too much, but he knows he can handle it. With you by his side, he’s sure he can handle anything. Fatigued eyes search all over the table but his thoughts wander to you again. Like they always do when he’s stressed out. Are you hunched over a desk like he is? Huddled up in your shop researching old tomes? He wonders if you think about him too. He wonders if you miss his company as much as he misses yours. He can’t imagine those talking books to be good company.

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asonofpeter · 1 year ago

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Rebuild

Pairing: Jaime Reyes x F!Reader

Summary: Everything falls into shambles as Kord tries to get the scarab from Jaime. When will it be time to rebuild?

Warnings: mentions of death and depictions of violence, SPOILERS FOR BLUE BEETLE!

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Part 3? Yes it is! I saw Blue Beetle for the second time yesterday with my parents and they liked it! My brother saw it with his gf and he related so that's a win in my book! Also got more inspo for this part so I hope you enjoy! 💕💕💕

I don't consent to my work being copied, reposted, or translated.

“There’s a way to get it out,” Rudy said and your ears perked in anticipation but his next words made your blood rush cold. “You’d have to be dead though”.

“What? What do you mean?” Jaime shook his head, fear casting over his gaze.

“Look, chamaco, the scarab is fusing to every cell in your body,” he pointed at the monitor and you watched as it practically covered everything in sight.

What happened before is happening to your Jaime.

You pressed your mouth into your palm, trying to contemplate it all. You stayed silent, not wanting to incite a reaction from your boyfriend just as he was already having a meltdown.

“This isn’t fair! Why does this always happen to us? I just wanted to get a job!” he exclaimed sorrowfully. “This wasn’t supposed to be my future,” he exhaled, glancing at you briefly.

It was brief but you knew all of his concerns at that moment.

Were you going to be able to be together? Did you want to love an android alien? Even if you did, are you able to? What if you wanted kids? Was he going to be able to give you that future without fucking it up? What about everything that comes before and after? What now?

He stormed off after yelling at Rudy, saying he needed to go on a walk. Wanting to chase after him, you ignored that feeling, knowing this conversation was one he needed to hear from his uncle.

Giving it a brief moment, you went upstairs, Jenny following you as you knew where he went.

“Do you hear that?” Jenny stopped you as you made the stairs to the roof.

You furrowed your brows, glancing up and hearing a low rumble. Making it onto the roof, you saw the purple lights signaling a Kord helicopter.

“They’re going home,” Jaime realized. “I gotta get over there,” he said. “I’m gonna fly,” he jumped, hyping himself up.

“You got this, baby,” you encouraged him, clapping your hands together.

“Woo!” he jutted his fists in the air but nothing appeared. “Okay, hang on,” he sighed, repeating the actions as before.

“Take your time,” Jenny reassured.

“Maybe you gotta force it out,” Rudy said nonchalantly.

“Wait, you’re a genius, Rudy!” Jaime grinned, stepping off the bench and walking backward.

“I know, what I’d say?” he furrowed his brows just as Jaime started running towards the ledge.

“Wait, Jaime!” you screamed as he jumped over but thankfully Khaji-Da made herself known.

“Woohoo!” he cheered, flying towards Edge Keys.

You don’t think you’re ever getting used to that.

Rudy pulled up in front of the house and your heart broke. Flames blazing out the windows and up the walls, ashes falling down to the lawn, and then your family crowded on the sidewalk came into your vision.

“Apa! No!” Milagro cried out, you and Rudy running over to help.

“Papi!” a familiar voice cried out and you turned your head to see Jaime being dragged into the helicopter. He was trapped by some device, causing him pain. You wanted to run after them, get your boyfriend back, but the chances you had standing against Kord and her bodyguard?

You admitted defeat and went back to running towards your family. You stopped a few steps ahead of you, breath hitching at the sight.

Alberto was unconscious on the ground, face pale. He had another heart attack.

Dropping to your knees next to Nana, you let the tears pour out as you stared at the man who loved you like your father never had. He was the man who looked out for you, who provided for you, the one who accepted you and welcomed you into his home after everything you lost.

Clutching to what you had left, you tried to drown out the cries of Jaime and everyone else. You tried not to pay attention to the piercing headache that’s been aching at you for the last few hours nor the sting in your eyes from the lack of sleep.

You wanted to focus on the silence, the light, something to tell you that all of this is a dream. You’d wake up from your nap, greeting Jaime and congratulating him on his job, and then you would get ready for work again and Jaime would walk you but you’d be against it since he has a big day tomorrow.

But every time you opened your eyes, nothing changed.

You stared blankly at the rubble before you bent down to pick up the family photo. You remembered the day.

It was a month after you had officially moved in. Your side of the room was claimed, you had a seat at the dining table, and you had your list of chores to get done. But something was still missing…

“Necessitamos una nueva foto,” Nana had stood in front of the old family photo. A picture of a younger everyone—Jaime looked so cute. “Ya, Y/N es una parte de la familia,” she gestured towards you and your heart swelled.

The next day you found yourselves at JCPenney, wearing your best clothes, being posed by the photographer.

You were smiling brightly for the first time in a while. It was all because of your family.

Running your fingers over Jaime’s face in the photo, you pressed your lips together to stop the tears from pouring down. You were already mourning one loved one, you don’t think you could handle another.

“Oye,” you heard Nana speak up, everyone gathering around her. “No es hora de llorar,” she cooed at Milagro. “We need to fight and get Jaime back because that’s what your father would’ve wanted us to do,” she affirmed and you wiped your eyes, Millie crying harder at the mention of her father.

She was right and that’s how you found yourself in the bug ship. Thanks to the help of Jenny, who you were sure felt remorse for causing this. You were handed some sort of gadget and out of the corner of your eye, you saw as Nana grabbed the biggest gun you’ve ever seen.

“How do you know how to hold that so well?” Millie questioned.

“There are many things you don’t know about your grandma,” Nana grinned and your eyes widened.

The plan was set, you would go with Jenny and Milagro to find the generator room and shut everything down to find Jaime. Following the two girls in front of you, you were dodging guards back and forth as you were instructed to place explosives on the walls.

Everything seemed to go accordingly until you and the girls had to run from the guards, you felt like you were going to escape until the ceiling above you started rumbling.

“Millie! Go!” you pushed her out of the way before it crushed her, unfortunately, you were now separated.

You called out for anyone, but it was hard as your lids grew heavy. Then everything went dark.

Woken up abruptly, you winced at the pain that radiated through your body. Someone was shouting at you but you could only stay still and you cried out in pain as you were lifted up. You didn’t think anything severe was broken or injured, just sore.

Suddenly you were outside, being dragged towards the same Kord helicopter. Jenny was beside you and she sent you a look, something about it was trusting and reassuring. You tipped your head, letting her know you understood.

“Y/N L/N,” a raspy voice rang through your ears.

You stared at Vicky Kord, your stomach sinking as you shifted in your seat and that’s when you realized she had a gun in her hands.

“22-year-old woman, cosmetology school drop-out, kicked out by her own family after she refused to join her family’s drug dealing business,” she smiled wickedly as she leaned forward towards you. “Works night shifts at Margaritaville and is in love with a boy named Jaime Reyes”.

You glanced down, ashamed and angry. Not many people knew your life’s story. You kept it under wraps and your found family helped you leave it in the past. But now, a Kord seemingly knows all of it.

“What do you want?” you spat.

“Oh, just one thing,” she grinned. “You think you’re on the right path, dear, but working night shifts at a bar doesn’t get you anywhere. But I can help,” she offered and you narrowed your gaze at her. “I can get you out of Edge Keys, you can make something out of yourself and truly know the meaning of hard work,” she said like a promise. “I just need you to get me the scarab,” she shrugged like it didn’t mean killing Jaime in the process.

“Being with family is me being on the right path and I don’t need you to tell me what hard work is,” you sneered.

“Like you would know anything about family,” she chuckled. “You’re really going to give up everything I can give you over a stupid Edge Keys piece of trash,” she scoffed and you grew angry.

Jaime was much more than that and you knew it deep in your soul.

About to strangle the life out of her, Jenny spoke up.

“He might be from Edge Keys, but he knows more about family than you’ll ever know!” Jenny stated firmly before she spit the gum she was chewing out, creating a bubbly goo around you three as you fell out of the helicopter.

You stood up with a groan, finding Jenny and her aunt having a one-on-one before your eyes scanned over the fiery field, and caught sight of Jaime.

“Jaime, oh my god,” you covered your mouth in shock as you ran over to him.

“Y/N,” he said like he couldn’t believe it but he snapped out of it, embracing you as he ran a hand over your hair. “I thought I lost you,” he said, glancing in your eyes, tears streaming down both your faces.

“I’m here,” you rested your head against his before he kissed you. You leaned back, granting him better access before you both pulled away. “I’m so sorry, Jaime,” you licked your lips, sobbing. “Your apá,” you shook your head, cupping his face.

“I know,” he glanced down sorrowfully. “He’s okay, I know it,” he affirmed and you sucked in a breath.

“Okay,” you pressed a smile.

Behind the two of you, Carapax was doing something to Vicky just as he walked over to you. Jaime was quick to shield you as he stopped in front of him.

“Go with your family,” he said in his deep voice and Jaime nodded, gulping.

Clutching to his arm, you looked at Jaime before he spoke.

“Go! Go to the bug ship, I’ll be there!” he pushed you towards the beetle but you shook your head. It was like he sensed something was going to happen and you didn’t like it.

“No, I’m not leaving without you!” you argued, keeping your feet planted.

“Please, just trust me,” he begged and you agreed before grabbing his face and pressing your lips together.

“You better be right about this, Jaime,” you rolled your lips together, taking in one last look at him before you broke off in a sprint.

You sat at the top of the ramp, looking out into the field to see what Jaime was doing. His face became frantic and you leaned forward as he began to run, explosions going off behind him. He made it onto the ramp but slipped until you managed to grab him.

He gasped as he looked up, a soft smile on his face. Rudy and the rest of the family helped you pull him up.

“Now we can cry”.

“Nana, you need help with the nopales?” you asked, kneeling down beside her as you began to pick the most viable ones.

Everyone was dressed in black. Alberto’s funeral was tear-filled. You missed him dearly, but it was time to rebuild. You’d never forget him though.

“Gracias, mija, ven ayudame,” she held her hand out and you got up, giving her support to come up as well.

The rest of the family circled around you, Jaime wrapping his arms around you as he kissed your temple.

“Now we can start rebuilding,” Nana said, holding out the little pot of cacti.

The neighborhood had come to help. Food was brought and a celebration was being made. Jenny even appeared, promising Kord Industries was going to rebuild the house and she gave Rudy a new Tailgate.

The family went to check it out while you, Jaime, and Jenny stayed back. She said something about making sure Jaime got a good job at the company and you couldn’t help but grin in a proud moment.

Things were right for once.

“Let’s take a walk,” Jaime suggested and you agreed, linking your hands together.

You stayed quiet, enjoying the soft breeze and the views of Edge Keys. Rounding the corner, you found yourselves a nice spot on the curb, sitting down next to each other.

“What now?” he asked.

“Like Nana said, we rebuild,” you hummed. “But there’s something I’ve been thinking about for a bit,” you took a breath in and he looked at you expectedly. “I think I want to go back to cosmetology school,” you announced and Jaime’s face broke out into a grin.

“That’s amazing, Y/N!” he hugged you. “What made you decide that?” he asked.

“Not sleeping puts things into perspective,” you began, ending with a laugh. “Now that Jenny is going to give the Edge Keys back to our community, I don’t need to work those night shifts anymore,” you grabbed his hands.

“I’m so glad,” he grabbed your face and pressed kisses around it. “So proud,” he said against your mouth.

“Thank you, Jaime,” you smiled.

“Maybe now that you won’t be working so much, we’ll finally get that alone time,” he wiggled his brows and you laughed.

“Oh yeah, for sure now considering we don’t have a house,” you snorted.

“We can go everywhere now,” he looked up at the sky and you glanced at him as an idea washed over his face. “You wanna take a ride?” he asked and you furrowed your brows.

“How?” you questioned. “Where?”

“Somewhere private,” he smirked and you smiled.

“You’re something else, Jaime,” you stood up, meeting his gaze as you looped your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his.

“Stop,” he exhaled, closing his eyes in embarrassment.

“What?” you grinned, searching his eyes for a guess.

“It’s nothing,” he shook off and that’s when you realized he was talking to Khaji-Da.

“What is it saying?” you grew curious.

“Just,” he dropped his gaze to your lips before he leaned in, enveloping your lips in a soft, gentle kiss. You moaned, fingers grazing his hair. “Hold on,” he broke away and your eyes widened in shock as the suit appeared.

You took off a moment later and you were flying.

Reblogs are the best!

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annoyinglandmagazine · 2 months ago

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First Time Reading Girl Genius Novels!

Airship City just arrived!!!! So just to clarify, I have read and am entirely up to date on the webcomic so don’t worry about spoiling anything! I’m also only really reacting to things that stick out to me while I’m reading the novels specifically, I already know the story. So without further ado let’s get into it:

Heterodyne Boys content! Hell yes!

Bill silently cleaning his weapons while Barry worries about him is so wholesome and sad at the same time. It is a tragedy that we never really get to see much of this sibling dynamic because it seems really sweet.

The thumbs up signal too, just a little snapshot of how they were before all this.

Damn the Other is terrifying, just picking all the main players off one by one until no one’s even being accused anymore because it’s so clearly something on another level.

‘It was the most Bill had spoken this week.’ This is just too depressing

It’s kind of weird to be reminded that the Heterodynes did actually win against the Other; the end to their story is just so far from triumphant it feels like a loss.

Actual descriptions of the way the locket and the Spark impacts Agatha’s mind!

The atmosphere of Beetleburg is really fleshed out which is nice.

‘Jägermonsters found everything amusing. Except when people tried to beg for mercy. That they found downright hilarious.’ Ha!

The implications that ordinary household appliances have kill modes installed that are only activated in the presence of a strong Mechanicsburg accent should surprise me more than it does

There is so much irony in Agatha hiding the fact she reads Heterodyne Boy novels from her adoptive parents Punch and Judy.

‘If a mad scientist wasn’t at war with at least two of his neighbours it was because he had his back to the sea and even then he had to watch out for an invasion of intelligent sea urchins.’ Europa really is just Like That

The fact the Heterodynes represented hope to the average people because they actually tried gives me so many emotions

Moloch’s narration is a lot more sympathetic than he comes across in the comic at the start.

The general populace automatically getting worried at Sparky tones even with no context is a nice touch

Jägers and their terrible pick up lines make a first appearance

Beetle was really very sweet to Agatha and meant well which I tend to forget because of the whole Hive Engine first impression

‘Glassvitch’s specialty was chemical engineering which minimised his experience with hysterically sobbing young ladies.’

Something, something, “science is better than emotions or people” is both extremely autistic and a very common take in Girl Genius which I love.

Klaus’ backstory is once again so depressing.

Also the fact no one took him seriously because he was an adventurer who let Bill and Barry take the spotlight and then he just came back out of nowhere, challenged anyone to try and take him on and ended up taking over a significant part of the continent, is kind of badass.

Oh Agatha, assassination attempts since he was revealed are nothing in the wide array of shit going on to make Gil the way he is; that is so far from the problem that to call it the tip of the iceberg would be assigning it too much importance

Boris being known and feared almost as much as the Baron, hell yes, that long suffering man deserves respect for his efforts.

‘He clutched the fishbowl to his chest protectively’ Gil, I love you

Klaus swinging an arm around Gil’s shoulder and patting it while smiling and calling him his son non critically might be the most affection we’ve ever seen him express.

Why do I feel like this is peak healthiness for their relationship, the bar is in the fucking basement

Klaus and Gil ‘eyed each other, as if each were embarrassed at the thought of speaking first. Finally the Baron cleared his throat and said, “Yes, Gil, what do you think of that?”

The description makes that already hilarious interaction so much better. Their whole role in this confrontation reads as second hand embarrassment at the poor planning of their enemies and awkwardness at being remotely associated with this disaster of an coup

‘Klaus looked disgusted’ yep that’s definitely it.

The Wulfenbach Empire understanding that most Sparks really only want praise, a space to work, something to challenge them and someone to make sure they eat is hilarious.

Worldbuilding in the form of universe specific bigotry is my jam. The way constructs get portrayed as comic relief in pop culture due to a culture of discrimination is ingenious. I also appreciate the touch that Klaus has strong and public opinions on this though I suppose it’s not that surprising considering he himself is one in some sense.

I think Lilith teaching music and dance is a new detail and it’s nice to flesh their lives out more, it fits what little we know about her really well.

They are such good parents and this is just adorable

That’s all for now, I’ll pick it up again later!

#girl genius #live reaction #live reading #girl genius novels #agatha heterodyne #klaus wulfenbach #gil wulfenbach #adam and lilith clay #bill heterodyne #barry heterodyne

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hazelsmirrorball · 1 year ago

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Spiderman’s Biggest Fan | Jaime Reyes part 5

summary: Jaime Reyes is the biggest spiderman fan. His girlfriend on the other hand is Spiderman's biggest hater.

pairings: Jaime Reyes x Spiderman! FemReader

a/n: Last part! Hope you guys enjoyed this little series. Thank you for all the support

warning: English isn’t my main language. Angsty and kinda sad. Graphic Fights. Scenes taken out of No Way Home. Not edited

[MASTERLIST]

part one. part two part three. part four.

Two months.

Two months after the unknown disappearance of Spiderman. The news outlets covered the lovable Spiderman and the mystery of his disappearance. Death? Retirement? Kidnaped? Everyone had their conclusions of what had happened to Spiderman in the last two months. He was nowhere to be seen, not a trace or spiderweb left behind. People were worried that Spiderman was dead, that he was killed and since no one knew his identity that they would never know what really happened to him. The Justice League had yet to say anything about the spider, making them not lose faith completely. People were desperate to see him, he represented hope for Palmera and without him Palmera was crumbling down. They needed their hope, they needed a hero, they needed Spiderman.

Jaime Reyes needed Spiderman, he was going through the worst two months of his life. With his dad and Marisol gone, the house still in repair and him managing to balance his superhero life with his regular life was hard. He was kept on his toes barely being able to survive his day to day thanking God that his family was still around. He was still attempting to cope with the fact that Y/n was not in his life anymore, he hadn’t heard a single thing from her which made him worry. He never felt as bad as he did right now. There was also one thing that could help him, but that was also a lost cause.

Spiderman managed to disappear and Jaime waited patiently for his arrival knowing deep down that he couldn’t be dead, he knew he just wanted to make a big comeback after everything that was going on with Green Goblin. He knew that Spiderman wanted the villains to fear him to keep Palmera safe. But after waiting Jaime decided to take matters into his own hands. He was aware that he would never be able to fill his shoes but Palmera needed a hero and for now that hero was going to be Blue Beetle.

The citizens of Palmera city weren’t far from the reality, Spiderman was dead, at least to Y/n. She couldn’t live the double life anymore, she needed to do one more thing before Spiderman was left in the past. It was her last wish because with great power comes great responsibility. All she needed was two months, two months to get her things straight. Two months or hard work and investigation. It had been two months since the downfall of Y/n L/n life. No more work, no more grad school,no more relationships, no more regular adult life.

It shouldn’t surprise her, Y/n was never intended to have a regular and normal life and she was aware of that. Y/n was getting what she deserved, being alone. She had lost herself and the last bits of things that brought her happiness. But she was also human, she could feel herself as the days passed slip into a deeper depression.

But Y/n had one thing in mind, killing the Green Goblin. Y/n was going to make him suffer, he was going to die in her arms and she was going to enjoy every single minute of it. If that was going to be the last thing she did on this earth, she was going to love getting vengeance on every single person that he had killed. That was her responsibility.

Whatever Green Goblin had against her was between Spiderman and Green Goblin, there was no need to bring Aunt Marisol in the mix. But if Green Goblin wanted to play dirty, Y/n was ready to win the war. No one was going to ruin that for her, she was going to end Green Goblin and with Green Goblin dying will finally be the end of her time as Spiderman.

So Y/n went to work, day and night, without a day to rest. She may be MIA but she has been working every single day. She worked on her suit, making it as indestructible as possible. If she wanted to play Goblins games she needed to have the upperhand. She needed to do her research.

Y/n had left whatever she had with the Justice League, she couldn’t do the things she wanted under her wing. But before she left, she made it her mission to find the details on Green Goblin, which she succeeded with ease. That was the beginning of her two month plan.

Doctor Norman Virgil Osborn.

Norman Osborn was the founder and CEO of Oscorp down in Palmera which specialized in military research. He had also worked with fellow scientists, Otto Octavius, Doc Ock. He had created a powerful yet unsuitable performance enhancer, that was intended to enhance strengths to individuals but as he tried it on himself his superhuman levels increased giving him Artificially enhanced physiology, superhuman durability, reflexes, regenerative healing factor, speed, stamina. Agility and strength. But everything has its consequences making him develop a dissociative identity disorder, that’s when the chaotically sadistic psychopath Green Goblin was born. His skill sets include a genius level of intelligence making him a master engineer, businessman and scientist. Physically, he is an expert combatant ,marksman, pilot and knife. His main weapons include Razor bats and those damn Pumpkin bombs.

The damn pumpkin bombs that had killed innocent people daily, the bomb that had killed Marisol in the process. She wanted to make him suffer, like all the people that suffered under his hands. So she went to work analyzing the composure of the pumpkin bombs thanking herself for having a degree in science. It hadn't taken her that long to make a better spider bomb of her own. But she couldn’t end him that quickly, he had to suffer so with the help of the bomb she would be able to beat him to death. That was the plan.

But there was one problem, Green Goblin was nowhere to be found. Criminals had managed to settle down which irked Y/n a little bit. Now that Blue Beetle had decided to show up to “save the day” after being MIA for God knows how long. He had things easy which pissed her off. The help of Kord Industries and the love of the public was on the blue beetle side. So if she wanted to get to Green Goblin she had to get through Blue Beetle.

Green Goblin likes new blood, he always searched for that. Blue Beetle was new blood and a new challenge for him. So Y/n waited patiently for him to lurk out of the shadows to mess with Blue Beetle. Once he was out, he was all for Y/n. No one was getting in her way, not even Blue Beetle.

Y/n had managed to hack years ago the intercoms from the Palmera City Police department just to have an upper hand on the crimes surrounding the city. But now she waited patiently for Blue Beetle and Green Goblin to make an appearance, so that her plan could finally conclude itself.

But there was something that was getting in between both Spiderman and Blue Beetle's plans, both of them having the same thing in common, Milagro Reyes.

Milagro was a smart girl. She was aware of both Blue Beetles and Spider Man's secret identity, one of them being his lovely brother and the other being his now ex girlfriend. It didn’t surprise Milagro that Spiderman was missing since Y/n was also off the grid. Both of them were suffering in different ways and she knew that they needed each other now more than ever. So Milagro did what she does best, meddling in their relationship, taking matters in her own hands.

So that’s how she found herself standing on top of the tallest building in Palmera City waiting for Green Goblin to show up at any moment. In retrospect, she knew this was the stupidest idea she had ever come up with, but she also knew that this was easier than calling Y/n and Jaime and attempting to get them in the same room. They weren’t on speaking terms so right now putting herself in the battle field was the best option. Milagro was also aware that Green Goblin could kill her with ease, he wasn’t like the other villains she had faced with Jaime. He was more than dangerous and the fact that she had gotten there without anything to protect herself made her chances to stay alive quite slim.But Milagro had faith that putting herself in the front lines would make both Spiderman and Blue Beetle appear, or at least she hoped.

The cold breeze hit Milagros' body, making her hug herself to warm herself up. She had been standing there for about half an hour and quite frankly her plan was failing miserably. Nor Blue Beetle, Spiderman or Green Goblin had shown up which made her lose a little faith in her plan. Why would he even show up in the first place?

“What the hell do you think you're doing, Milagro?” Y/n whispered yelled at her as she looked at the shaking girl, pulling her mask off. Y/n eyes glared at Milagro as she headed towards her inspecting her body searching for any bruises of some sort. After noticing that nothing was wrong with her, Y/n hit the back of her head softly making Milagro gasp dramatically as she rubbed her head.

“What the hell was that for? Are you trying to kill me” Milagro replied dramatically as she glared back at the girl in front of her. Y/n looked completely different in her eyes, the girl that was once filled with joy and hope reeked of darkness and vengeful aura. Milagro could see it in her eyes, the darkness surrounding them, something unfamiliar to Milagro. That wasn’t the Y/n she had known all her life, this was a version of her she had yet to see. She looked unhealthy, barely able to stay awake or stand straight.

“Am I trying to kill you? I should be the one asking you that. You are literally putting yourself in danger right now and for what, to have a conversation with me? You have my number Milagro, you could’ve called me like a normal person instead of heading towards the tallest damn building in Palmera on the coldest day of the year, might I add.” She replied annoyed noticing how Milagros eyes flashed pity towards her but that quickly changed when those words slipped out of Y/n’s mouth.

“ Called you? How can I call you if you don’t answer your damn phone. It wouldn’t surprise me if you blocked our entire family, Y/n. You moved to a God’s Knows where, to do God knows what. Have you ever considered in the slightest that our constant calls are to see if you are okay? Alive? We haven’t heard a thing from you since the funeral. I know you are hurting but pushing us away… Pushing Jaime away is the best answer, really? I know you don’t want him to know that you're Spiderman, but all of this is not necessary. You are a part of our family and we can’t lose you because you don’t want to keep hiding things from us. So if I need to put myself on the verge of death just to get my family back together, I will.” Milagro yelled at her, as Y/n shook her head not wanting to talk about anything that was coming out of the girl's mouth. Y/n quickly slipped her mask back on avoiding Milagro's eyes, not wanting her to read her facial expressions anymore.

“Go home Milagro. Your mom has to be worried sick. Today is not the greatest day to play Mother Teresa. Green Goblin is on the loose doing god knows what and you being here puts you at risk. So the same way you got he…” Before Y/n could continue her scolding she felt goosebumps on the back of her neck. She quickly pushed Milagro down covering her body with her frame taking the hit as Blue Beetle was thrown against the wall next to them. Y/n let out a groan activating her voice enhancement as she looked inside the screen of her mask to check what was going on. From the looks of if Green Goblin had finally taken a liking towards Blue Beetle.

“Oh, what a treat. My new little toy and my old little friend, together. What a great comeback for my career. I thought I killed you once and for all, two months ago, guess we are destined to be together forever or at least until one of us tragically dies.” Green Goblin laughed maniacally as he stared at Y/n as she helped Milagro up. For afar she could also hear Blue Beetle getting up and heading towards them.

“Milagro, what the hell are you doing here? Are you crazy!” Blue Beetle exclaimed as she looked at her, not even noticing that his long-time idol was standing next to him. Milagros sent him a nervous side smile as she looked between Spiderman and Blue Beetle.

“Wait…You fucking know Blue Beetle? What the hell, why didn’t you tell me.” Y/n exclaimed as she looked at Milagro searching for answers. Jaime turned to Spider Man, his heart stopping for a moment. Spider-Man knew of his existence. If it weren’t for the fact that they were currently fighting Green Goblin he would’ve squealed and asked for a picture or an autograph or something. But all he could think about was how Milagro knew Spiderman.

“ I don’t think right now is the best moment to discuss this if I’m being honest. Maybe you can pass by my house and we can talk peacefully without a psychopath trying to kill us, maybe with a side of coffee or tea, whichever you prefer, Spiderman” Milagro replied sarcastically, snapping Jaime out of his trance.

Jaime, you need to concentrate if you want to keep Milagro safe.

“I know ! But he is right here, you don’t know how long I have been waiting for this. Spiderman, sir. I Know this isn’t the right time or place but I wanted to tell you that I’m a really big fan. I’ve been following you since your first appearance and it’s an honor to fight by your side. It's like a huge privilege just to be near you right now. I can’t believe you are even real. I don’t know if you feel a little awkward about me taking your place these past few months but I meant it with all the respect.” Jaime replied quickly as Milagro rolled her eyes because of his rambling.

“First, we are not fighting together therefore you are not fighting by my side and second of all, you could never take spi…” Before Y/n could continue her words she felt her body being pushed against the wall looking up to see the damn man she had grown an obsession with the past two months.

“Well, as of right now it looks like you need my help, therefore we are fighting together.” Blue Beetle squealed as he watched Spiderman fight back Goblin.

“Right now you just need to get her back down safely! Can you possibly do that without bothering me.” Y/n replied as she slammed Norman down against the floor pinning him down. Jaime stared at him, noticing that the techniques he was using to fight back weren’t his usual ones, they were more deathly with more intention.

“Well, Blue Beetle. You heard Spiderman take me down safe and sound” Milagro replied loudly gaining not only Jaime attention but Green Goblins two.

“Oh but what the fun in that! It wouldn’t be a party if I didn’t injure a quote on an innocent citizen” As he threw one of his iconic pumpkin bombs towards Blue Beetles and Milagro’s direction Y/n quickly let go of him running towards them to protect their bodies. As she held onto Milagro’s body waiting for her to get a hit she turned softly, noticing a force field protecting the trio.

“You see, we are a good team” Blue Beetle said and Y/n would bet that under his suit he was smiling at her. Could he possibly get more annoying? Milagro and Y/n got up, as she inspected her once again to check for any bruises but before she could even move her from the edge of the building, Norman spoke once again.

“Can Spider-Man come out to play?! I’m kinda getting tired of these boring little games you call a fight.” Green Goblin replied on his glider, hovering over them. He wasted no time to throw a bomb towards the top of the roof. In a quick instant chaos unleashed a crumbling avalanche of twisted metal pushed Milagro backwards tumbling off the side of the tallest building in Palmera City.

Blue Beetle and Spiderman don’t waste any time ruining towards her, yelling her name together. Y/n quickly dives after her, her hand almost graces Milagros as she reaches out but before she can get a hold of it, Green Goblin whams her with his glider carrying Spiderman towards the other direction. Milagro’s eyes go wide in horror as she plummets, Jaime quickly reacts flying towards her catching her with ease as she gasps for air.

As Y/n attempts to gain her balance back she slams him down against the pavement once again. She quickly reached in her suit for the spider bomb she had created, placing it near his chest piece. She struggled to hold him down as she looked to the side to see if Milagro was already out of their view.

“Could you stop being a pain in my ass, Norman?” Y/n spitted out, as Goblin smiled at her proudly.

“I can see you did your research, I needed to trademark those bombs, could’ve ran a fortune with them. Just look what they did to that beauty you call an aunt” Goblin started but his words got cut off by Y/n slamming her fist against his mouth. One punch, became two and then five, which ended with Green Goblin sending her a bloody smile.

“Keep her name out of your mouth you fucking asshole.” Y/n replied in between deep breaths. She looked down at her hands as a smile plastered behind her mask. This was what she wanted, what she had planned over the course of the two months. Distracted by the blood covering her suit, Green Goblin jolts upright pushing her body off him. Y/n quickly gains her balance keeping a safe distance away from him narrowing her eyes, seeing red. Green Goblin rises, rips off his goggles.

“This isn’t the Spiderman people love, L/n. This is the spiderman I made.” Green Goblin taunted her as he took off the spider bomb on his chest waving it towards her.

“You didn’t make shit” She replied to gritted teeth as she felt the screen in front of her turn red. Not hearing the warnings Karen was shooting her way. All she wanted to do was make him suffer, even if she took herself out in the process.

“Oh, really? Do you think your little mentor, Batman, would be proud of you hacking the system to get information on me? Or that you recreated my torture tools to get back at me? That’s not something a hero does, Spiderman. That’s Villain shit.” He said as he threw the bomb to the other side of the building staring down at her in fake pity.

“Shut up” She replied as her breath got uneven, Green Goblin laughed knowing that his plan was working.

“Can’t handle the heat? Poor, Y/n. Too weak to send me home to die” Green Goblin replied, pouting at her.

“No. I just want to kill you myself. Make you suffer like the piece of shit you are”

“Attagirl, making things exciting for me.” Enraged, Y/n rushes towards Green Goblin not even letting another word slip out of his mouth. She clashes their bodies together as she pummels him with an unknown murderous intensity. She had gotten powerful, maybe it was the fact she finally was able to avenge her aunt or being able to let out all the feelings she had been bottling up. But as of right now, it felt good. It felt good to make him suffer. Goblin surprisingly breaks free releasing his arm blades swinging them at Y/n as they battle it out. But Y/n had the upper hand, brutally beating Goblin back, not giving him the chance to touch her.

Spiderman batters Goblin until he’s down on his knees, begging for mercy. All she ever wanted was this, to make him suffer as much as she had. He deserved this, a barrage of punches. Norman collapses to the ground as Milagro and Jaime watch from afar, knowing that things were going too far.

Y/n laughs maniacally as she lays on top of Goblin, who takes punch after punch after punch blood splattering all over. She reaches for the bomb pressing it neatly on his chest smiling proudly at him.

“Guess you made a perfect villain out of me. I want you to see my face, make you see what you made me become. ” She says, taking her mask off, grabbing his glider , crashing at the base of the shield. Spiderman catches his breath as she drifts towards him, murder clearly evident in her eyes. She lifted the glider over his head, about to bring the gleaming blades down on Goblin when Blue Beetle jumped between them, stopping Y/n.

Y/n screams as she notices the pleading look coming from Milagro’s face. Y/n takes a deep breath slowly relaxing looking at the scene before her. A wordless understanding between the two. As she slowly sets the glider down Goblin throws something towards Blue Beetle making him fall towards the floor scrunching down in pain. Milagro quickly ran towards him to help.

Green Goblin staggers upright, eager for more taunting Y/n. He wanted to see her true potential, her potential to make Palmera City a living hell.

“You know. She was there because of you. You can’t keep blaming me for your mistakes. I may have struck the blow. But you... You are the one that killed her.” Green Goblin cackles with glee as Y/n falls towards her knees hugging her body. He smiled to himself knowing that his work there was all done. Green Goblin gives his back towards them getting on his glider leaving the scene.

It was her fault. It has always been her fault, not being truthful puts her at risk. But it was easier to blame someone else on her mistakes. As Y/n cried, she felt a hand resting on her back. She slowly turned her head towards the person, noticing the familiar teary eyes staring at her. Her eyes wandered over his face inspecting his features as her face fell.

“Jaime, You are Blue Beetle?”

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pupsmailbox · 10 months ago

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BUG ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　adalia. adam. agatha. amber. andrena. ant. antony. aranea. arthro. aspen. attacus. beckett. bee. beetle. behan. benjy. bogárka. bubonic. bubonicholas. bubonick. bugsy. buzzie. býleistr. carrie. celastrina. cesare. cheli. chelicera. chrysalis. coley. cordulia. craniifer. crawly. creepy. critter. cuddlebug. dahlia. danuria. destiny. diseaselie. dishevella. dishevelle. dusk. dust. ella. ellsee. emery. eve. fern. fester. fifi. firefly. giselle. glimmer. hawk. hexa. hisser. hive. honey. hope. infestatianne. instar. jan. jeb. jed. jeddie. jeddy. jewelette. junebug. kaida. kaira. kieran. ladybird. lepidoptera. lester. lightsse. logan. lorcan. lovebug. luciole. luna. lyssa. mandela. mandibella. mandibelle. mandible. mangie. mangy. mantis. maurr. maxwell. midge. mikio. minii. mold. monarch. mordecai. mordechai. mordekai. mordy. mortimer. morty. moth. mould. naoki. nettle. ogtha. opal. osa. paul. pepper. phobianna. phoenix. ralph. ralphie. ralphy. ratianna. ratianne. ration. ravenesse. ravenette. ravenous. rex. rhene. rhyssa. roach. roark. rolf. ronan. rotgut. rowan. ruddy. rudy. ruth. salvia. scorpio. scurry. scuttle. sicknesse. sicknette. skittish. snugglebug. tawny. terry. thorax. toffee. vanessa. vespasiano. wesley. whiskey. wren. writhe.

PRONOUNS ⌇　ant/ant. antenna/antannae. antenna/antenna. anthill/anthill. aphid/aphid. arachnid/arachnid. arachnid/arachnids. arthropod/arthropod. bee/bee. bee/beetle. beet/beetle. beetle/beetle. bu/bug. bug/bug. bug/bugs. butterfly/butterfly. buzz/buzz. bzz/buzz. centipede/centipede. change/change. cicada/cicada. click/click. cloth/cloth. crawl/crawl. creepy/crawly. cricket/cricket. damp/damp. dig/dig. dirt/dirt. dragonfly/dragonfly. dusk/dusk. dust/dust. ely/elytra. en/entomology. ento/entomology. exo/exoskeleton. exoskele/exoskeleton. fate/fate. fester/fester. firefly/firefly. flea/flea. flow/flower. flutter/flutter. fly/butterfly. fly/fly. forest/forest. fy/fly. glow/glow. grey/grey. grime/grime. grime/grimy. hex/hexapod. hiss/hiss. hive/hive. hornet/hornet. hun/hungry. infect/infect. infest/infestation. inse/insect. inse/insectoid. insect/insect. insect/insectoid. it/it. jewel/jeweled. lady/ladybug. ladybug/ladybug. lamp/lamp. lice/lice. light/light. lin/linger. lost/lost. lur/lurk. mange/mangy. mant/manti. mantis/manti. millipede/millipede. mite/mite. mo/moth. mosquito/mosquito. moth/moth. night/night. pest/pesticide. pho/phobia. ro/roach. ro/roache. roach/roach. rot/gut. scarab/scarab. scurry/scurrie. scurry/scurry. scut/scuttle. sick/sickly. sick/sicknes. spider/spider. star/star. sting/sting. swarm/swarm. termite/termite. tin/tiny. twitch/twitch. venom/venom. ver/vermin. wasp/wasp. web/web. weevil/weevil. win/wing. wing/wing. worm/worm. 🐌 . 🐛 . 🐜 . 🐝 . 🐞 . 🕷 . 🦂 . 🦋 . 🦗 . 🦟 .

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saddled-on-stars · 1 month ago

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HI STAR IM YOUR BIGGEST FAN I LOVE YOU

May I pretty pretty pretty please request a bj and masc reader write? It can be anything from a short story to just hcs. (There's weirdly very few masc things?!) It can be super short, i appreciate anything! Thank you I love you 💗

STOPPP, I'M LITERALLY YOUR BIGGEST FAN-

AND OH MY GOD, THIS IS GONNA BE SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS ONE(S). You said either a story or hcs, so... I'M GIVING YOU BOTH DARLING-

IT IS SUCH A SHAME THAT THERE'S SO FEW MASC xREADERS FOR THIS. I hope that this brings you the joy that you need, because frankly, we all need a little bit of the bug-boy ;)

SO, MY DARLING, I PRESENT TO YOU A MIXTURE OF BOTH HCS AND A STORY. AND, YEAH OF COURSE, I LOVE YOU TOOOOOOO-

Happy reading! - Star ★

-★-★-★-★-★-★-★- Trigger Warnings: Explicit Language [minor in hcs, average in story], Anxiety/Panic Attack [in story], Passing Out/Fainting [in story] -★-★-★-★-★-★-★- Key: ★ (Y/N) = Your Name ★ (L/N) = Last Name -★-★-★-★-★-★-★- Requested by: @juicy-beetle -- (GO FOLLOW THIS DUDE, HE IS LITERALLY SO AMAZING, AND KIND, AND JUST GO FOLLOW HIM- SHOW HIM SOME LOVE) -★-★-★-★-★-★-★-

- ★ - Bug-Boy Headcanons - ★ -

You both share his striped jacket. Like, if you're ever feeling down, he'll just simply ask you, "Do you want our jacket?", and 99% of the time, you won't even have to respond before he drapes it over your shoulders, and plants a kiss on your cheek.

As said in an earlier post on my blog, he LOVES doing pillow fights with you! He thinks of it as his way of de-stressing from a long day, and he feels even happier when you win, brushing it off that he "let you", but you both know full well that you just have more skill :)

He has these big ideas and expectations for a perfect date for you, but he also knows that you like things lowkey, so he'll just casually have a hoodie and two game controllers ready for you and him, just so he can beat you in a little kid's game again (even though you both find it fun)

Whenever you're cuddling with him, he'll fiddle with the drawstrings on your hoodie. You swear he's like a cat fiddling with a ball of yarn, and he acts like it's the most interesting thing in the world. And what you love about it, and find quite cute, is that he'll randomly nibble on them too like a snack.

You LOVE his little musty smell. It's gross to other people, but to you it's nice and earthy. He smells like the woods in a way to you. Very forest-y. When he hugs you in greeting, to join with that "woodland scent", you'll tell him that he gives "Bear Hugs", which he never ceases to make you smile with them.

Uh-oh... He knows you're ticklish on your sides. So he'll randomly be coming from out of nowhere, or make sure that he's not seen when you summon him, and he'll make sure that you're laughing your ass off before you can tell him to stop.

-★-★-★-★-★-★-★-★-★-★-★-★-★-★-★-★-★-★-★-★-★-★- - ★ - Nocturnal Nerves - ★ - Footsteps can be heard through your ears, soft and rhythmic on the hardwood floor of your living room. They're the footsteps of your own pacing, of course, but it's the last thing that you're wanting to focus on right now.

Sitting down on the couch, you rest your elbows on your knees, swiftly running a hand through your hair.

You look at the coffee table, the paperwork and documents scattered all over, including some magnetized to a whiteboard across the room.

It's been a long, LONG, day for you, as it's about 11 o'clock now. Your boss sent you home with what felt like ten pounds of paperwork.

Okay, maybe it wasn't ten pounds, but it was heavy to carry, the stack being about 8 inches thick. You have to organize everything and sign at least half of the stack, being contracts and documents.

Fuck, it's too much.

You've been at this for three hours, and you've barely made progress. The papers used to be organized into neat piles, and now you're lucky if they're even on the table and not on the floor.

Glancing over at the whiteboard, you see that the progress over there isn't much better. The magnets are scattered just as much as the papers are.

Fuck, it's too much.

You can't take it anymore. Even though you don't want to admit it, You're gonna need some help.

"Beetlejuice,-"

The usual large gusts of wind pick up in the room as you say his name, scattering all of your documents even more. It makes your skin crawl, and your knee bounce, and your hand run through your hair agai-

"Beetlejuice,"

The lights have dimmed to that familiar shade of bright green, as if he's already here in the room, just anticipating this moment that you say his name.

"Beetlejuice."

You release a breath that you didn't even realize you were holding, and you gaze around the room to see that the lights have completely gone out, making it pitch black, save for the streetlamp shadows through your window.

It's nice that the room was pitch black. You can't see the overwhelming papers, pens, documents, any of it. It's all gone into the sweet abyss of nothing.

"Its showtime!~"

The lights are back on, and back to their normal warm glow, and you glance over to see that familiar puff of green smoke enter the room.

He's standing there so damn perfect. His typical striped suit is worn over his body, and his hair is it's usual green, slightly tamed, but not entirely either. The faded green stubble covers his chin, and shows off his bright smile.

"Howdy there, Babe-", he says, but suddenly hesitating. His gaze cuts around the living room to see the mess of papers and pens and sticky notes.

"What fuckin' tornado happened in here?", he asks in a joking tone, with you being able to hear the smile in his voice.

You let out a breath, unable to respond, and Beej notices, turning his attention to you.

Your elbow is still on your knee, the hand running through your hair. Your knee is bouncing more than ever, and you can only stare at the mounds of papers on the coffee table.

You can't face him. You've tried, but you physically can't. You're stuck in your own spiral right now of how your going to get this all done before tomorrow.

Fuck it's too much...

I won't be able to finish this...

I'm going to get fired, dammit...

Beej settles in front of you, kneeling and sitting on his feet. He places his hands on your knees, trying to get your attention, to try and slowly draw you out of your current state.

You still can't focus on him though, your knee isn't the only thing that's changed; slightly less bouncy. The other change in yourself is your breathing.

No matter how much you look at Beej, no matter how much he's trying to talk to you, you can't focus on him.

Breathe in, breathe out. But you can't perform those actions calmly, as your breaths increase speed rapidly.

His lips are moving, as if he's trying to talk to you, but everything sounds muffled.

"Hotshot-...hear me?-... -keep breathing...", is partially what you hear, but you assume that you heard wrong.

Fuck, I'm going to get fired...

I can't afford to get fired right now, I-...

I-... I-...

Then, the room is black. ★ "(Y/N)-... Can you-... -me?... -awake?", is the first thing you hear. You don't know how long you've been out for, but your eyes begin to flutter open.

You're laying on the couch, it appears like, and your head is resting on a pillow against the armrest.

Something cold is on your forehead, a cloth, maybe? Beej is sitting on the couch sideways, next to your body, messing with whatever's on your forehead.

"Hey, Hotshot... You good?", Beej asks, concerned. His face is etched with worry, not something that you see very often. His hair is blue, mirroring the expression that covers his face.

"Yeah... I think so..", you reply, your voice a little deeper than usual, as your trying to sit up.

"Easy there, Ace, I'm right here, you don't need to rush.", he assures you, using the nickname that he only uses for you when things are serious. Only when things freak him out big-time, will he use your actual name.

You feel something over your arms. Oh. You're no longer in your business shirt and tie, but in your favorite hoodie. The one that has black and white stripes that Beej gave you.

Without thinking, you wrap your arms around his torso, gaining what you've been needing all night.

Beej seems startled at first, but he returns the embrace by wrapping his arms around you, and letting out a sigh of relief.

"Need a cuddle-buddy?", he asks you with a genuine amount of concern for you. You nod in agreement, signifying that cuddles sound appealing to you.

He lets you lay on top of him, and wrap your arms around his torso. He's surprisingly warm for a dead guy, but you don't mind.

Your eyes open slowly, bracing yourself for the mental impact of the scattered papers, but you open your eyes to find everything organized in neat piles on the coffee table, the amount of things on the whiteboard minimized.

You're shocked. When did you get all of this done? Oh, you didn't.

Now, there's all of the other papers organized and in a few separate piles, and then a small pile on the corner of the coffee table of stuff that needs to be signed.

Moving your head to face Beej's, he's looking down at you with a smile, as he runs his hand through your hair, knowing it helps you calm down. You lean into his touch, letting out a soft sigh.

"Did you do this, Beej?", you ask him with a slight tone of happiness to your voice, still it's natural deep tone. He nods in response.

"Yuppers, Hotshot! All you gotta do now is sign the stuff on the corner of the table, and you're all set to take it to ya' boss!", he says with a proud smile.

You lean up, and kiss his cheek in thankfulness, the stubble tickling your chin. "Thank you, Beej.", you say softly, pulling back to look at his face.

He doesn't respond, but pulls you into a kiss, letting his arms wrap around you.

Maybe this all isn't too much anymore...

- ★ - Written by Saddled_On_Stars - ★ -

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