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obsessive-ego · 3 years ago

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Jealous of himself

A fic where beej gets jealous of a clone

This was an anon ask, but then I turned that post into a fic

Musical beetlejuice x reader

Reader uses gender neutral language, but has a vagina

Nsft

"You understand I am a fully grown adult right? That I have been taking care of myself perfectly fine for years right?"

...

Beetlejuice had announced to you he had to spend a few days in the netherworld for bio exorcist meeting or something, you really didnt get it, it's not like he actually had a job, all you knew is that he's been complaining about it since he mentioned his departure.

The days leading up to his trip beetlejuice was clingy, mopey, and to be honest more horny believe it or not, every night he'd pout saying how he wished to have some extra comfort before his torture, not that you minded, though it was exhausting.

The day finally came for him to head out for his little business trip, you could see the ghoul was less then thrilled to go, slight purple streaks graced his hair, you knew he wasnt to keen on being in the netherworld, the demon had such an adoration for the world of the living, going back to the netherworld, even for a few days was like heading back to work after a long period off, soul sucking and depressing.

"Alright Sugar" he starts adjusting his tie "I'll be gone for a few days, try not to miss me too much~"

You give the ghoul a soft smile "itll be quieter for sure" you try to joke

"Yeah..." he trails off, his playful teasing voice dropping along with his grin.

"I know this is gonna suck, but the sooner you get it started the sooner it's over with" you try to cheer him up giving the demon a light punch in the arm.

Beetlejuice's hue was now completely purple, you frown at the sight.

"You know doll, I'm being awfully selfish here, but, how bout ya give me a little sugar before I go?~"

You sigh at the suggestion, the two of you spent this morning tangled in each others bodies, he really couldn't get enough

"You're stalling"

"Come on babes, one more kiss, humor me, I gotta fill out paper work and deal with my mother, could REALLY use another pick me up~" he nudges you gently and gives a wink, hoping it'll soften you up, it does.

"Fine" you huff out, you grab the demon by the suspenders, yanking him to you level giving him a soft peck on the lips.

"No tongue?~" he snickers, as pink patches pop up in his mossy beard.

"have a good trip" you try and speed beetlejuice along, you know him, he will push and push and before you know it you're bent over the arm of couch with his cock buried in you, then he'll be in trouble for being late or something, and god knows you domt want anymore netherworld visitors.

"Oh doll I will, thinking about your soft lips~" the demon's voice drops to that low growl that never failed to make you warm in your lower areas "I'll also be thinking of your mouth" he laughs

"Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice! Bee-"

You could NEVER make it to 3, the ghoul was always quick to slap a hand to your mouth, pulling you into a side hug.

"Trying to kick me out so soon sugar? So mean, and here I was about to give you a parting gift" you quirk you eyebrow at the ghoul in confusion

The demon let's you go, and with a snap of his fingers your tiny apartment fills with smoke, it was amazing how he never really set off the fire alams, when the smoke dispersed, there stood two of your undead pal.

"This handsome fella is gonna be keeping you company while I'm gone" beetlejuice proclaims as he fusses with the doppel, adjusting his jacket and fixing his hair.

"I-" you start

"I dont want my sweet little y/n to be lonely" he coos "so this delightful doppel will be taking care of ya" you could see the mischievous glint in his eye, let alone hearing it in his voice.

"Beetlejuice I'm a fully grown adult, you dont need to-"

"Alright bud, you're gonna be taking good care of y/n while I'm gone, that means keeping them company, making them laugh, scaring them on occasion, and of course-" beetlejuice ramble on to the clone as he adjusts the other's tie, clearly ignoring you.

Like most things the born dead demon did to you, you chalked it up as something you gotta live with, In all honesty this was a sweet gesture.

"Beej, I appreciate the idea-"

"I knew you would sugar" he was quick to cut in

The dopple quickly made his way to you linking arms with you and resting his head on your shoulder.

"Aww you two kids have a good time~ and I'm gonna want all the details when I get back" the original beetlejuice snickers as he draws his exit.

Knock

Your living room wall opens up to the netherworld, it was always a rare sight to you, a little anxiety inducing, as if the clone sensed your sudden discomfort, their hold on you tightens as if to reassure you.

"Be back in a few days sweet thing, take good care of them bud" beetlejuice blows you a kiss before disappearing into the netherworld.

Within seconds your living room was back to the way it was, you let out a sigh you didnt know you were holding.

"What should we do now sugar?"

The sight of the netherworld was enough to make you forget about your current situation, you glance over to the copy who was still holding your arm, standing up straight and no longer resting his head on your shoulder.

"I-uh" you stutter out, nothing against the clone, but to be honest Beetlejuice's clones always made you a tad nervous, they were impossible to read, and were more unpredictable then the original if you'd believe it.

"Boss said you have the weekend off right? We can spend the entire time together!" The double shouts pulling you into a tight embrace

...

Having the double around was kinda close to the real thing, but more unsettling, unintentionally, the copy would follow you regardless of where youd go in your home, like the original, but if felt more unnerving, you couldnt quite place why tho, was it because he was oddly quiet? Or maybe because his focus was 100% on you, just the idea of being watched so intently made you sick.

Even though this beetlejuice was just a copy, and you werent exactly sure how he worked, you still treated him like the orginal, you cooked dinner for the two of you, which the clone was eager to help, just like the original, soft for domestic tasks, although you gave him a simple job of stiring the pot while you did more complicated tasks, the clone did his job with gusto.

Although you were pretty sure the clone didnt need to eat, he sure scarfed down his meal and praised you up and down, saying how Beej always loves your cooking and how happy he was to finally try it.

No matter what you did this clone was glued to your side, you had to physically push him out of the bathroom when you were going to take a shower, yes you and the original had been intimate and you guess you could call what you two were doing dating, but you didnt feel right letting a double get that level of same treatment.

"I could help you wash your back babes, boss does it all the time with ya" he pleads his case

"Sorry, maybe next time" turning him down in the most polite way

After a shower you gesture the clone to join you on the couch to watch a movie before bed, something you and beetlejuice did nightly.

The double didnt take much time to nuzzle into you, your skin being extra warm and soft from the shower.

Then it was off to bed, having this beetlejuice look alike being under foot all day, kinda made your body ache for the real deal, you know beej left this clone behind to keep you company, but truth be told, it made you miss him more

"Beej?" You call out behind you, within second the clone was by your side holding your arm

"Yes honey bunches of oats♡" he coos nuzzling into your neck, assuming you called him to your bedroom for 'fun'

"Would you like to sleep in my bed with me tonight? Beetlejuice normally does, and I really miss him, and I know you're not him but I could really use some comfort and-" the clone presses a finger to your lips to hush you up

You pull away, slightly embarrassed, but swallow it down.

You dig around your dresser for a moment before pulling out a baggy shirt and loose fitting pajama pants, you hand the clone the clothes "you can wear these tonight, i think it would be more comfortable than the suit" you chuckle, you werent too sure if this clone could make clothes for himself like beetlejuice, but you couldnt ask him so sleep in his suit, though he probably wouldnt care.

The clone looked ecstatic when you handed him your clothes, the ghoul immediately buries his face in the garments and takes a deep huff before moaning, you give a nervous chuckle.

The clone immediately begins stripping down in front of you, out of politeness you turn away

"Come on babes, it ain't something you havent seen before♡" he cackles

"I know, do they fit?" You couldnt help but peak,

Finished changing, his clothes in a pile next to his feet "like a glove♡"

The clone gestures to the bed "after you"

You slide under the covers and make yourself comfortable, the moment you were settled the clone climbs up on you bed and crawls to the foot, curling up like a dog

"Night babes♡"

...

"Beej?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you want to sleep under the covers with me? Or?"

Without a verbal response the clone was quick to scramble from his spot to next to you under the covers, humming in contentment with how warm it was nuzzling next to you.

The next day was a copy of the first, getting chores done and the beetlejuice clone being under foot and trying to help

The two of you decided to spend the evening curled up on the couch, the clone was eager to cuddle up to you while you were watching some quiz show, at first he only leaned against you, resting his head on your shoulder, as the program went on the clone slowly pushed you into a more suggestive position, laying on your back, the double on top of you, his arms wrapped around your waist, and his head in the crook of your neck, ever so often giving it a lick, which you stifled a laugh and told him to knock it off. One of your hands was tangled in his now pink hair, ever so often giving his scalp a scratch, like the original, the double adored it, while your other hand rested on his back.

The TV droned on with its dull programs, which you were only half paying attention, now that the clone had started peppering your neck with kisses, you were more focused on trying to remain calm, though your crotch was aching for attention.

"Honey I'm home♡" the original Beetlejuice cackles as your living room fills with green smoke, as much as you wanted to sit up and greet him the clone had you pined

"Welcome home beej ah-" you stiffle a moan as the clone begin sucking your neck, sure to leave a bruise

Beetlejuice floats closer to the two of you, tips of red gracing his hair "well don't you two look cozy" he says through gritted teeth

Here he was getting home from a boring trip to see the two you having fun without him, was he jealous? Yes, did it matter that it was his double? No, what else did you two get up too in his absence? He said have fun, but he didnt think youd take it that far.

"Alright" the ghoul claps his hands together and the clone pushes off your neck, his waist still pressing against yours "I've think you've had enough fun for today, so say goodbye to y/n" Beetlejuice sneers trying to hide his frustration as he pulls the clone off of you, the clone blows you a kiss then vanishes.

"How was your trip?"

As soon as those words left your mouth Beetlejuice was onto of you, replacing the clone in position, eagerly pressing into you, the ghoul grabs your legs and guides them to wrap around his waist, you could feel the bump in his pants press hard against your crotch

"Bee" you whine

"Ya all warmed up for me doll? Cuz daddy needs some sugar after his shitty trip♡" he growls, leaning into you, and giving your neck a light bite

"Ah♡" you gasp

The ghoul pushes off you, still pressing his groin into yours, he stares at you for a moment then snaps his fingers, in a flash your clothes were gone

"Beetlejuice!" You shout, shocked at the sudden change, this wasnt the first time he did that to you, it just made you nervous, like where do your clothes go when he does that? you're snapped away from these thoughts when you feel his fingers coded in lube probe your already wet entrance

Beetlejuice, still fully dressed had now dropped his fly and pulled his semi erect cock out, as one hand prepared you to be fucked the other jerked him up.

Positioning his cock at your ready vagina he asks a simple "ready?"

You nodded

slowly, the tip began to sink into you, the ghoul groaned through his teeth, his eyes clamped shut "there we go" he moaned,

As his cock slowly eased into you, you felt the base of his hips bump against yours. Your breath left you in a rush as he settled over you. Holy fuck, you felt so full, it's only been a few days since the two of you were intimate but yet it felt like a week in this moment.

The ghoul gave you only a second to adjust before he pulled back. Their cock slipped out again, but before you could could complain about teasing, he rubbed the throbbing length against your entrance, lined back up, and pushed in much harder than when he started. Your mind went black at the sudden movement all that left your mouth was a whiny moan.

The ghoul kept an iron grip on your hips,thrusting his hips rhythmically, fast and hard

"Fuck- beetlejuice- ha" you cry, normally after a trip for the netherworld he liked to take it slow and take a much time as he wanted

"Did you two have fun while I was away?" He snarls "did he fuck you good?"

"Wh-what?" You gasp "no-no, we- I'd" you tried

Beetlejuice wasnt giving you much of a chance to defend yourself, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside of you you could feel your mind going blank

Was he mad at you? Was he upset over the attention a copy was getting in his place?

"Come on doll, speak up" he barks

"Not without you- I wouldnt- without you" you babble,You loved beetlejuice and by extension the clones too, but having sex with them? Without the original present wasnt something you felt comfortable with

With your awsner Beetlejuice's hips slowed to a halt, his cock still buried inside of you, his hands still gripping your hips

"What?"

"I- I dont want to, um, have sex with your clones unless you were there too, it wont feel comfortable without you..." you trailed off worried youd say something wrong

A moment of silence passes before the demon's hips bump back into your starting up a much slower pace, you let out a soft moan at the situation

"You don't feel comfy without me?" He purrs "the only way youd be down for an orgy is if I'm holding your hand? You're so sweet y/n I had no idea you felt that way" he coos teasing you, though he wouldnt show it, your words made his chest squeeze, you wanted him, not just an opportunity.

"Would y/n like to have the fellas use them as a fuck toy while I watch?" He snorts delighted at the idea "would that be okay?"

You whine and cover your face with your hands

"I need an answer or you dont get to cum tonight♡" the ghoul gives your nipple a playful pinch

"Yes-hah- if you're there, then itll be okay" you whimper

Beetlejuice's thrusting comes to a halt and you whine out of frustration

"Really?"

You nod

"No fooling?"

You nod again, literally dying of embarrassment

"You're so fucking wet, you must love that idea♡" in all honesty he didnt think youd agree, but knowing this? You're rump is going to be sore

"Lawrence" you moan wiggling your hips as if asking him to continue

Beetlejuice snorted a laugh, he loved it when you were eager, slowly he begins rocking his hips into yours, with every thrust he picks up the pace.

The ghoul kept an iron grip on your hips,thrusting his hips rhythmically,

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, you like that? Feels good doesnt it?" Beej babbled with every thrust

With a moan "I cant wait to see the fellas absolutely wreck you♡"

you reached and pulled your demon down into a hot, deep kiss, mostly to shut him up about that for now, his words cut off with a muffled noise against your lips.

Pulling away from the ghoul, a small string of saliva connecting the two of you, beej's sappy grin changed into a smug toothy smile as he changed the position of his hips and finally hit your sweet spot again, you threw your head back, gasping aloud, Your toes curled, your back arched, as the demon mercilessly hit your most sensitive part. fingers gripping Beetlejuice's jacket

"I love you Lawrence" you babble as you clung to the ghoul

"I love you too y/n, FUCK-" his hands move from your hips to your back, pulling you close as his hips kept the rhythm of his thrusting going. Each thrust of his hips had your back arching, your heart fluttering,

"Oh God" you cry

Beetlejuice tilted your hips, the tip of his cock brushing against a bundle of nerves that had you seeing stars

"Oh fuck, Lawrence please, I'm so close" you cry, shivering, desperate for your release.

The ghoul pulls you into another kiss before dipping a hand between the two of you, his finger gently rubbing against your clit and his cock thrusted in and out of you was just the extra stimulation you needed.

"Lawrence!" You whine as you cling to the ghoul, legs light twitching, shivering at the waves of pleasure washed over you, beetlejuice continues to thrust to help you ride out your orgasm, but also to achieve his own.

You give your lover a hand by moving your hands from his shoulders to his chest, pinching and tugging at his nipples through his shirt all the while praising him and saying how much you love him, your soft words and touches were all it took to push him over the edge

Beej's hips jerked and stuttered, as a very demon like groan escapes him, his eyes rolling back into his skull as he clumsily thrusted inside of you losing momentum, you could feel him finishing up inside, something you still havent gotten used too.

As beetlejuice gives a few last clumsy thrusts, before slowly pulling out, you whine at the sudden loss of fullness, and you could swear you felt the mess he left behind spilling out on the couch

Beetlejuice leans in and lightly pecks your lips

"Was it good for you too?" He purrs as if he didnt know the awnser.

"Yes" you breath out, you take a second to catch your breath before continuing "so, are you okay? You know what the whole clone thing?"

"That? That was minutes ago and Come on babes, they're still me, but more importantly, I'm already planning our little orgy you agreed to♡"

10minutes ago he was upset a clone was kissing your neck and now hes excited to see you get wrecked by them all? It's amazing what alittle reassurance can do for him.

Bonus

The next morning you leave your room and head to make a cup of coffee, passing the living room you see beetlejuice talking to his clones,

Some were sitting on the couch, while the rest were on the floor, it looked like a make shift class room, it was cute until you herd what they were talking about

"Alright fellas, suggestions for safe words, y/n agreed to a fuck fest, but they're soft and delicate, and need air to live, so-"

You might need to book a recovery day after what they have planned for you...

#beetlejuice x reader #muscial beetlejuice x reader #lemon

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miraculouswolf99 · 4 years ago

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Breaking Into The Watchtower Part 1

Miraculous Ladybug-DC Universe crossovers are some of my favorite fanfictions. They are just a good match. I especially love ones where the Justice League either ignores the Paris situation or one of the League members gets the messages for help and doesn’t believe them. Mostly, it’s the Flash, Guy Gardner, Green Lantern, or Booster Gold.

In this story, some of the miraculous have changed hands for my story. There will be new holders and different holders for old miraculous. All of my OC characters will also be included. Nathaniel has the fox, Marc has the turtle, Rose has the horse, Juleka has the tiger, and Alix will have the bunny.

*****

“This is most definitely not something that I would ever have thought that I would ever do,” White Wolf says.

“We are magical teenagers that use the power of mini gods and mystical jewelry,” Beautifly says. “Your statement pretty much sums up every day of our lives.”

“Trust me, I never thought that I would be doing anything like this before I met Plagg,” Cat Noir said.

“At least I can cross this off my bucket list,” Ladybug giggled.

“Why is the name of the Olympian gods would this be on your bucket list,” White Wolf looked at the teen hero weirdly.

“I put it on after they started to ignore our cries for help,” Ladybug crossed her arms. “Or, when it was made obvious that they were ignoring us, at least.”

“How much sleep have you gotten lately,” Beautifly asks. “You only get this sassy when you haven’t slept in about two days.”

“I remember going to sleep on Wednesday,” Ladybug put her hand on her chin as she started thinking.

“Uh… It’s Saturday,” White Wolf deadpanned.

“Oh,” was all Ladybug could say.

“If you don’t go right to sleep after we get back, I am sending Plagg over to destroy every device you have to make sure you are not distracted and can finally sleep,” Cat Noir threatened.

“But what if there is an akuma,” Ladybug protested.

“Then we will have to make sure that Cat Noir saves his power so that he can Cataclysm the moth when it comes out of the akumatized object,” White Wolf says.

“And the damage,” Ladybug continued to protest.

“We will get to that when we get there,” White Wolf said.

“You are sometimes too selfless for your own good,” Beautifly shook her head.

“Yeah, she tends to be like that,” Cat Noir chuckled. “Why do you think I force myself between her and the villains we face when she tries to protect me because she will take the hit for me. But she needs to be the one that the attack does not hit because she is the one that purifies the akuma.”

“We are a very colorful crew,” Beautifly giggled.

“Says the butterfly girl whose hero outfit is almost entirely black,” White Wolf said.

“Not my fault that Flutter is a monarch butterfly kwami,” Beautifly shrugged.

“I certainly wish that I had some color on my suit,” Cat Noir says. “While the black makes my eyes pop, the color doesn’t match my personality at all. Why couldn’t Plagg be a tabby cat or a white cat?”

“Because he is the literal god of bad luck and nobody thinks of either of those two other kinds of cats when bad luck comes to mind,” Ladybug stated. “Deal with it, Chaton.”

“Yeah, you really need some sleep before you become permanently sassy,” Beautifly says.

“I blame Hawkmoth and his never-ending late-night akumas,” White Wolf stated. “My ears are still ringing from that banshee akuma he created last week.”

“And talk about unoriginal,” Cat Noir rolled his eyes. “Scream Queen was probably the most obvious choice of name in the history of villain names.”

“Even more so than that Poison Ivy woman in Gotham,” Beautifly asked.

“Well, she could have called herself Mother Nature,” Cat Noir shrugged.

“Point made,” Beautifly said.

The four then looked at the rest of their teams preparing themselves for what was going to be done. The Greek hero team had stayed the same throughout the three years of fighting, but the French team had changed. Their current members were Vulpix, Emerald Turtle, Queen Bee, Viperion, Lady Unicorn, King Monkey, Ryuko, Shadow Cat, and Bunnix. The last two being the newest members of the hero team. The Greek team was Gladiator with the grizzly bear miraculous, Tigress with the leopard miraculous, and Ocean Mage with the mermaid miraculous. The last one being the only person to be currently using a magical creature miraculous on the planet.

All of the heroes were getting ready in their own ways. Ryuko, Ocean Mage, and Viperion were meditating. King Monkey, Bunnix, Tigress, and Gladiator were all getting themselves hyped up for the mission. Queen Bee was trying to find a way to take off her gloves to file her nails. Vulpix and Emerald Shell were cuddling, comforting each other, and probably trying really hard not to start making out. The same could be said about Shadow Cat and Lady Unicorn. Those four were always the more timid ones of the group, even though all of them were amazing heroes.

“Alright, does everyone remember their parts of the plan,” Ladybug asked them, snapping them out of their trances.

“I will make sure that everything goes smoothly and no one truly gets hurt,” Viperion says.

“White Wolf, Lady Unicorn, and I take out our biggest worries to being discovered before we are ready,” Bunnix added.

“The rest of us force them into a position where they have to listen to us,” Gladiator said.

The rest of the team nodded in agreement. Some of them were still looking nervous about what they were about to do.

“Are you sure doing this is the right thing to do,” Lady Unicorn asked. “We could get into serious trouble for this.”

“We wouldn’t be doing this at all if they stopped ignoring us,” Tigress crossed her arms. “Even with all these miraculous being active, Hawmoth’s akumas are getting more and more dangerous.”

“He is also akumatizing more dangerous people like con artists, martial artists, and policemen,” Ocean Mage says. “What’s to stop him from going all Scarlet Moth and sending his moths to a prison if he gets desperate enough?”

“That is why we need their help,” Ladybug said. “If contacting them through official means does not help, then we must do what we have to.”

“I just hope that we don’t get labeled as criminals for this,” Beautifly said.

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If there was one thing that Robin currently was, it was bored. He had to stop himself from yawning as he sat in another long and boring meeting of the Justice League.

One would think that a young hero like him would not be a part of one of these meetings. But this was less of a war room and more of a meeting between all heroes to discuss general things involving heroes in general and not entirely league business. It was always the same things being discussed in these meetings. Egotistical politicians trying to control the league, villains breaking out of prison again, as well as discussing potential new members of the League and the Young Justice team.

Other than Robin, the rest of the Bat-family was there as well. Batman, Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, Oracle, Spoiler, Orphan, Batwing, and even Batwoman. The Super family was also there. Superman, Supergirl, Superboy, and the former Superboy that now called himself Krypton. Robin smirked at how Conner had finally broken the trend of having “Super” in his hero name. He may be a clone, he knew that both Kara and Jon both adored him. The other young heroes that were there were Red Arrow, Artemis, Aqualad, Tempest, Miss. Martian, Beast Boy, Starfire, Zatanna, Kid Flash, and Impulse.

And other than Batman and Superman, there were also the mentors of the other young heroes as well. Green Arrow, Aquaman, Martian Manhunter, Dr.Fate, and the Flash. The other adult heroes in the room were Hawkman, Hawkwoman, Wonder Woman, Sparton, Black Canary, Red Tornado, all three Green Lanterns, Black Lightning, Captain Marvel, Captain Atom, the Atom, and Katanna.

As Robin looked around, he noticed that he was not the only bored-looking young hero. The entire Bat-family looked to be wanting to be anywhere else, especially since they lived in a city where a crime was committed every five seconds. But the other heroes that looked bored were Superboy, Krypton, Red Arrow, Aqualad, and Beast Boy. They were all probably like him. They were excited to be part of league meetings until it was discovered that there was a lot more politics involved than actual hero work.

“Does anyone have anything else that they would like to add,” Superman asked the room.

“How about we talk about actually saving people instead of dealing with politicians,” Nightwing muttered, making the Bat-family hide their snickers.

“Especially that psycho Lex Luthor,” Krypton muttered from his place next to Nightwing.

“Well, if that is all…” Superman was about to wrap up the meeting.

“Wait,” Zatanna shot up from her seat, her hands on her head. “I sense something.”

All the younger heroes were all now thinking how something interesting was finally going to happen during one of these meetings. But the heroes were also all reaching for their weapons if they had them.

“What is it,” Wonder Woman asked the magician, her hand on her sword.

“There is an incoming magical…” Zatanna was cut off.

A bright blue portal opened up right under her feet. She fell in before she could finish her warning. The portal closed right after she fell into it.

“What in the world,” Flash gasped.

“ZATANNA,” the members of Young Justice yelled their former team member’s name.

“Oracle,” Batman did not even have to say the entire order.

“I’m on it,” the wheelchair-bound hero immediately started typing on her holographic computer. “She’s… I can’t find her.”

“What do you mean you can’t find her,” Captain Atom demanded to know.

“It’s like she vanished into thin air,” Oracle continued typing. “She’s nowhere in the Watchtower, or on Earth, not even on my planet in our galaxy. There is no sign of Zatanna anywhere.”

“She managed to say that it was something magical that was approaching,” Wonder Woman says.

“Dr. Fate, can you do something,” Superman requested of the lord of order.

The master sorcerer stood up from his seat. While he, personally, did not care for Zatanna other than a fellow user of the mystic arts, his current host body was that of her father. So finding her will hopefully silence all the yelling that Zatara is currently doing inside of the helmet.

But before the lord of order could do anything, another portal opened up behind him. But unlike the bright blue of the first one, this portal was a ring of blue surrounding a white portal. Something had quickly reached through and Dr.Fate was instantly turned into an ice statue. An invisible figure sneaked through the portal before it closed.

This caused all the other league members and Young Justice members to all jump and, drawing their weapons or preparing their powers. They all looked around and were on guard just in case another portal opened up.

“Oracle,” Batman ordered her again.

She was typing as quickly as humanly possible.

“I can’t find anyone else in the Watchtower,” she said, still typing. “I’ve run heat scans, x-ray scans, even the program to search for invisible opponents. I still can not find anyone else in the Watchtower.”

A soft tune suddenly played throughout the room. It was like a theme song for a peaceful day in the Fall played on a flute. A ball of light soon soared to the end of the room and brightly flashed. When the flash died down, the heroes were all shocked to see a message had been written in light in the air.

“We Just Want To Talk.”

It floated there for about a minute before Superman and Maritan Manhunter flew over to the message to examine it. But the moment that one of them touched it, it vanished in a burst of orange smoke-like light.

“It was an illusion,” Nightwing was the first to realize it.

“Maybe that is how they are hiding,” Red Robin opened up his own holographic screen over his glove and started typing. “Under an illusion.”

“And if they are magical like Zatanna said, it would not be possible to detect them since the technology that can detect magic has not been invented yet,” Oracle added.

“There is no such thing as magic,” yelled out Kid Flash.

Young Justice rolled their eyes, used to the constant rants that the speedster goes on about his disbelief in magic. It certainly annoyed those like Aqualad and Tempest, who both were born in Atlantis and attended the conservatory of sorcery there. Few other magical heroes tolerated the loud-mouth. Which was why heroes like Phantom and his brother Gold Siren wanted nothing to do with the team. (Reference to my fanfictions on Wattpad, Phantom Music and Home.)

“Try to find out where the illusion came from,” Superman ordered.

“You could try looking right in front of you,” a female voice was suddenly heard.

The heroes all turned and saw three masked teenagers standing there. Two boys and a girl.

The first boy was a redhead with his bangs covering his right eye. He had on a fox-themed skin-tight orange and white outfit with red boots, gloves, and a red jacket. He also had real fox ears and a real fox tail as well. A flute was strapped to his back.

The boy next to him had black hair with green tips, which matched his turtle-themed outfit. The outfit also had a dark green leather jacket and boots with a green shield on his back, going with the goggle-like mask over his eyes.

The girl was blond with a single black streak in her ponytail. Her outfit was definitely themed by bumblebees. But unlike the shoes of the two next to her, her shoes had a slight heal to them. Like a two-inch-high wedge heel. Around her waist was a spinning top on a string.

“What have you done to our allies,” Captain Atom demanded of them.

“They are perfectly fine,” the turtle boy informed them.

“Why should we believe you,” Robin held his katana in his hand.

“Because we need your help and harming your fellow heroes would not help our situation,” the fox boy crossed his arms.

“What could you possibly need from us,” Black Lightning’s hands sparked with his powers.

“How about for you to stop ignoring us while we have been fighting a terrorist for three years,” the bee girl yelled at them.

“We also are not lying,” the fox boy said. “We have no reason to lie when surrounded by most of the world’s heroes.”

Before they could say anything else, all three were surrounded by separate green spheres that floated them up into the air. The Green Lanterns all had their rings pointed at one of the masked teens.

“This is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous,” the bee girl complained as she crossed her arms.

“I got captured by the original Green Lantern,” the fox boy looked to be almost fanboying inside of his sphere.

“Lucky, I got that class clown Guy Gardner,” the turtle boy almost seemed to pout.

“Hey,” Guy Gardner protested, offended.

“Why are you here, where is Zatanna, and what did you do to Dr. Fate,” Superman demanded of the three as he flew close to them.

“You know, you are a lot less threatening than you think you are,” the bee girl stated with a smirk. “By the way, whoever told you that underwear on the outside of your pants was a good choice needs to be thrown into fashion jail.”

Most of the Young Justice team had to stop themselves from laughing. Even Superboy, Supergirl, and Krypton were trying not to laugh. They had no idea who this girl was, but she was certainly sassy.

“How did you get into the Watchtower undetected,” Superman continued to demand answers from them.

“That is for us to know,” the fox boy started.

“And you to find out,” the turtle boy finished.

The smirks the three had told the league something, alright. Batman was the first to realize what it meant.

“There are more of them,” he said.

As if him saying that was their cue to come in, three more masked teens almost seemed to materialize into the room. A guy in a monkey-themed outfit hit his Ruyi Jingu Bang against the ground and then threw it into the air.

“Uproar,” he yelled.

He threw his now glowing staff into the air, the staff letting out a flash as it spun in the air. With a swift flick of her lasso, Wonder Woman grabbed the weapon before it could fall back into the monkey boy’s hand. But something else fell into his hands that they did not see.

But then came the second masked teen, who looked like he had been born of the ocean. He took out what seemed to be a hilt made out of sapphire. Water came out of the hilt as the masked boy flicked his wrist, the water forming into a whip. Before they could move, the teen whipped all of the Green Lantern’s hands at once. Pulling his whip, the masked teen caused their hands to collide together.

That was when the monkey boy threw the object that he had caught out of the air. Katana was close enough to try and slice through it with her sword, but she was intercepted by a second masked girl, this one appearing out of nowhere and seemed to have a tiger theme to her. Even if she was purple and black and not orange and black. Katana’s sword was met with a metal tiger-claw gauntlet. While they fought, a bunny-themed girl showed up and intercepted Green and Red Arrow, fighting both archers at once. Then, to the shock of the Green Lantern trio, a stuffed octopus child’s toy landed on their connected hands.

For a moment, nothing happened and they wondered why a stuffed animal had been thrown at them. But then their rings all started to malfunction at once. The rings stopped glowing and all three trapped teens were released from their bubbles. And since the rings were no longer working, the Lanterns all fell to the ground without their ability to fly.

“We’re teenagers, not stupid,” the bee girl smirked.

No longer wanting to underestimate the masked teens, the big hitters of the league all started to move toward them. Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Red Tornado, and Captain Atom.

“Venom,” the bee girl shouted.

The top in her hand seemed to grow a bit in size and start glowing. As Superman flew at her, she dodged him and managed to touch him with her top. He fell to the ground and did not move from his punching pose. He was paralyzed.

“Confusion,” a female voice shouted.

Wonder Woman turned around to almost immediately be scratched on her arm by a girl in a leopard-themed outfit. The scratch on her arm glowed purple and the hero suddenly became very dizzy and could not seem to focus. She had never been drunk before, but she was sure this was probably how it felt.

Captain Atom’s hands lit up as he aimed one of his energy blasts at the masked teens. As he was just about to blast, another masked teen appeared. This one was themed by a brown-furred bear. Probably a grizzly bear.

“Roar,” a male voice yelled just as Captain Atom blasted.

The bear boy’s fist lit up gold and he punched right into the energy beam. To the surprise of the league, he was able to keep the beam at bay with a single punch.

Red Tornado was about to throw one of his twisters when he was hit on his robot head by a thrown horseshoe. It bounced and flew around like a boomerang-gone-wild until it landed back in the hand of a horse-themed girl.

All of the heroes and masked teens in the room were either fighting or dodging the attacks of another from one of the other groups.

“Enough,” a male and female voice shouted at once.

Even the Justice League froze as the voices boomed throughout the room. Standing on the other side of the room were six more masked teens. Three boys and three girls. The two that had shouted were a ladybug-themed girl and a boy with an icy wolf outfit. The boy standing next to the ladybug girl looked to be related to Catwoman while the girl next to the wolf boy was like a butterfly turned human. The last two were a snake boy and a girl that looked to be dragon-themed.

“All of you, front and center, now,” the ladybug girl ordered.

All of the animal-themed teens stopped what they were doing immediately. They put their weapons away and walked over to join the others at her sides.

Wonder Woman looked at the group for a few moments. The drunk feeling had been lifted from her and she could focus. There was something about them that was making an old memory of her’s rise to the surface. An old story that her mother used to tell her about when she had been friends with, who she had called, an adorable and wise little creature known as a kwami. A creature that she also remembered was bound to a magical object called a miraculous.

“The ladybug and black cat are active once more,” she gasped.

The league looked at the Amazon princess in shock. She actually had an idea who these teens were.

“We thought that you would be the one to recognize our magic, Wonder Woman,” the ladybug girl softly smiles.

Wonder Woman approached the group, putting her sword away as she did. And surprising the league again, she bowed to the ladybug girl and cat boy. The two of them and the wolf boy and butterfly girl bow back.

“It is an honor to meet the wielder of the ladybug miraculous,” Wonder Woman said.

“The honor is all ours, daughter of Hippolyta,” the ladybug girl says. “Tikki says to tell your mother ‘hi’ for her.”

Wonder Woman smiled at that.

“Would you care to explain exactly what is going on,” Batman ordered them, crossing his arms. “Starting with where Zatanna is and what you did to Dr. Fate and Superman.”

The bunny girl got out a pocket watch from her pocket. She checks the time.

“We can answer the first question now,” she smirked. “We’re right on time.”

She put her watch away and then threw her hands forward yelling “Burrow.” Out popped the same type of portal that Zatanna had disappeared through. And seconds after the portal was opened, out fell the magician.

“What just happened,” Zatanna immediately asked.

“The rest of your comrades will be fine somewhere between five to ten minutes,” the butterfly girl says.

“Before we go into the full explanation, do you guys have a bathroom in this place by any chance,” the leopard girl asked.

#crossover #justice league #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fandom #original character #original heroes #original miraculous #ml salt #lila salt #alya salt #nino salt #i love salt #crossovers are the best #part 1

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aaronhotchnersquarterzip · 3 years ago

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Meeting You Flipped the World Upside Down - Or Maybe Just Mine

This is it guys, I’m really proud in general of myself for finishing this and I hope you all enjoyed it as well. When I started this fic I honestly planned for a major character death or something dramatic like that. Never in my wildest dreams did I see this ending. I’m not mad though, I’ve had a rough time lately and this really summed up a lot of my feelings. There are people who will never truly leave your life and that's okay. You just shouldn’t let the thought of them hold you back. This has been my favorite thing to write ever and I want to thank everyone who has supported this and made me feel so good about my writing. I did leave this open ended if I ever did want to continue it but I think I want to write something a bit lighter next. I really hope you all enjoyed this as much as I have and remember to stay safe and drink some water today - Mya

Summary: Reader has been a rut, stuck in a never ending cycle of college worries and job interviews. Never did she think that SSA Aaron Hotchner, or Agent as she likes to call him, would walk into her favorite late night diner and flip her world upside down. And he for sure didn’t expect to fall in love so quickly with the soon to be college grad. They navigate finding love and working together to rediscover what that means for each of them.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner X Female Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Epilogue

Aaron Hotchner did flip your world upside down. Maybe just not in the way you expected. But in the way you needed. You watched your children chase their father around the backyard. It was nearly below freezing but they were going strong. You made hot chocolate for their impending arrival inside. In the meantime you curled up on the couch with a warm blanket and watched the fire burn. The Christmas tree was lit nicely in the corner of the living room, an abundance of presents spilling out.

You pulled out your phone and scrolled through some old pictures. Baby pictures of your three children. Your wedding, it was a fall wedding. More than you could have ever dreamed of. You also looked at your college graduation pictures. Emily, JJ, and Penelope had surprised you and showed up to commencement. Screaming when you walked across the stage. You should call them soon. Finally, you found the picture you were looking for, you and Aaron at one of Dave’s dinners. It was a candid that Morgan took when you weren’t paying attention. Aaron has his arm around you while you’re talking to JJ about god knows what. It’s your favorite picture, beyond a shadow of a doubt. He looked at you like you were the only person in the room, you chose to remember nights that those. He changed you for the better, it was only fair you acknowledged that.

Your thoughts were interrupted when your husband and kids ran inside from the cold.

“There’s hot chocolate on the stove waiting for you monsters!” You yelled to them as they rushed to change into warmer clothes.

When they had all settled and had their mugs of hot chocolate, your husband joined you on the couch. Soon followed by your children, two girls and one boy. They quickly turned on a pixar movie and snuggled up to you underneath several blankets. There was nothing you would change about your life. This was exactly where you were meant to be.

By the time the credits rolled to Monsters University all three of them had fallen asleep. You carefully tucked in your youngest daughter, Greer. She was about to turn 2 in the spring. Your surprise baby. You couldn’t have been happier when you found out. Sure the stress of raising three kids got to you sometimes but they reminded you of all the good in the world.

Next was Cheyenne, named after where you met your husband, Noah. You were travelling around the west and made a pit stop in Cheyenne and met the man you were meant to spend forever with. You couldn’t think of a better name for your first daughter, Noah couldn’t have agreed more. She embodied everything good about your husband, his compassion for sure. She was smarter than you by a long shot at just 8 years old.

Finally you came to your oldests room. He had been a welcome surprise just a few months after your wedding. Your not so little boy mirrored you in a way you never thought possible. It scared you at first, everything about being a parent is scary sure, but nobody prepares you for raising your twin. He had your hair and eyes, Noah’s nose, but everything about him was you. His ambition never failed to wow you, he pushed himself to lengths you truly couldn’t believe sometimes. He however, did inherit some of your bad genes though. Sometimes he didn’t know when to stop, when to slow down and enjoy the present. You got better at that with age, you want him to achieve everything he puts his mind to but you need him to see when it’s happening. Not when it’s happened.

You reached down and pushed some of his hair from his face so you could kiss his forehead.

“Goodnight my sweet boy,” you whispered and he snuggled further into his blankets. You smiled softly and walked out quietly. He was already 12, sometimes you couldn't believe that you made it this far. You grew as you moved farther away, you knew that your life belonged out here. Sometimes it’s hard to trust fate but how could you justify meeting Noah and creating your dream life in your new favorite spot in America without believing at least a little bit in fate.

You softly closed your little boy's door and ran your hand over the nameplate crested in the center of the door, Aaron, written in hues of blue.

As you cuddled with your husband while he slowly fell asleep, you reached for your phone and scrolled through an album made just for you and Aaron. Noah may be your future, but Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner was the love of your life and you forever had a part of him.

You pulled up his contact for the first time in 18 years and sent him the photo from that dinner at Dave’s a lifetime ago. You wrote a short message,

I forgive you Agent - Y/N

The last thing you expected was a response, especially so quickly. It was a picture that you had posted on social media a few weeks prior, celebrating your 13th wedding anniversary.

I’m happy you found better. What are their names? - Agent

My youngest is Greer, then Cheyenne. - Y/N

You wait a few minutes to respond, you know he read the message prior.

He’s named after the love of my life Aaron - Y/N

He called you then. You moved quickly and quietly from your bed and down into your living room. Answering before the line went dead.

“You were the love of my life too Y/N. I just didn’t know it.”

There you sat, where just hours ago you were wrapped in blankets with your family, you were now transported to your life with Aaron. Staring into the fire with tears in your eyes.

“It wouldn’t have mattered, Aaron, sometimes finding the love of your life doesn't mean spending the rest of your life with them. It means loving them for the rest of your life, even if that means watching them love someone else.”

You could hear him sigh on the other end of the line, “I never stopped loving you. I won’t ever stop loving you Y/N.”

“I will always love you too Aaron. I think I’m happier now than I ever was with you though. JJ told me you got remarried Agent. Congratulations. I’m sure she's perfect for you.”

“Yeah, pretty much. Her name is Beth, Jack loves her too.”

“I miss him. I’m happy he has someone again. You deserve to be happy Aaron. I forgave you days after. Hell hours even. But I knew that we both needed someone who understood us better. We both deserved that.”

Just then you heard a door creak and the sound of feet pattering towards you, “mama,” Aaron’s voice squeaked out.

“Right here, baby. What's wrong?”

“I heard you talking and wanted to talk with you too.” You laughed a little before putting your phone on speaker and introducing your son to Aaron.

“Well alright, but I think you might need to know his name before you talk to him.” Aaron caught your drift, introducing himself through the phone.

“Hi Aaron, I’ve heard all about you. My name is Aaron too and there is nothing I want more than to talk to you.”

Your little boy perked up at the idea that this man had the same name as him, Aaron was a good sport and talked to him for about 20 minutes before your boy was yawning between every word.

“Say goodnight to Aaron buddy,” he murmured out a small goodnight and was helped back into bed.

“He reminds me of you, I’m sure you know that already.”

“Everyone calls him my clone. Maybe it’s wishful thinking but sometimes I look into his eyes and swear I see you looking back at me Aaron. He’s how I imagined our children would turn out. Perfect in every single way.”

“Your husband is very lucky to have you Y/N. I’ll envy him until the end of time.”

You sensed this was the end of the conversation, you subconsciously wanted to never stop talking to him. That part of you that would always yearn for his comfort when you were breaking down in the bathroom or when you were so over the moon about something at work. You wanted to share those moments with him first. I guess some part of you always would.

“I love you Aaron.”

“I love you too Y/N, goodnight”

“Goodnight Agent.”

#epilouge #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotch x reader #hotch #hotch fanfiction #hotch x reader

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wrenhyperfixates · 4 years ago

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Of All the Places

Chapter 14

Pairing: Loki x reader Series Summary: Washing up in a small town in Oklahoma was definitely not part of Loki’s plan when he came to conquer Midgard. There is one good thing about it, though: No one recognizes him as the one who just wreaked havoc in New York. So, Loki plans to recover from the battle and move on with his life. The only problem? He’s not sure he can leave you. Chapter Summary: Loki and the Avengers arrive in Oklahoma City, but he still has to get to your farm before it’s too late. He figures out a way to get the Chitauri off of Midgard once and for all. Chapter Warnings: brief, slightly descriptive blood and violence; some language I think A/N: Last chapter is here! The epilogue posts in a few minutes, and then this series will be done! I hope you enjoy :)

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Disclaimer: Gif not mine

When the Quinjet finally landed just outside Oklahoma City, Loki was quick to duck down to the best hiding spot he could find. Behind a few crates, he watched and listened as the Avengers moved around him, waiting for the all clear.

“Ok, listen,” Captain America said, squatting down in front of him. “We let you come along, now you have to follow our plan.”

“With all due respect, Captain, I cannot do that. Unless, of course, you plan to let me get to the farm I was staying at, but I highly doubt that is the case.”

“It’s not. Why would we do that?”

“Because the Chitauri are after me, and they are not going to stop at the city.”

“And you know this how?”

“I do not, but I feel it. That family, those innocent civilians, they are in danger because of me. After all that they did for me, I must save them. Certainly you can understand that.”

Captain Rogers just sighed and stood up to deliberate with his teammates. The whole conversation was merely just a formality, though, because Loki planned on teleporting himself home—or, well, to the farm which he may never have the privilege of a calling home again—even if they wanted to keep him here. While he appreciated Thor’s trust in him, it was rather naïve of them all to keep him unrestrained.

With everyone else distracted, Loki took the opportunity to peek out the window. There were at least fifteen other jets and planes on the ground, and more agents than the god could count. At least the city would be covered while he saved his friends. Beyond that, everything was chaos. While SHIELD’s defenses got into position, the Chitauri continued rampaging in the streets, most of them still well equipped from the last attack. Looking at the damage, Loki felt indescribable grief and sadness. How many more people were going to have to suffer because of his actions? The guilt was getting to be too much to bear. He stifled a cry as he turned back to the Avengers.

“Ok, fine,” Captain finally said once they were finished debating. “You can go, but only if they’re actually in danger. If not, come right back.”

“You have my word. I shall teleport myself there and report back once they are safe.”

“Not so fast, Reindeer Games,” Tony cut in, the mask of his suit shutting closed. “We’re not quite at that level of trust yet.”

“It is true,” Thor added. “I will be coming along, just to ensure everything runs smoothly.”

Loki was a little offended, but all in all, it was understandable. And backup wasn’t the worst thing to have, he supposed. Knowing that anything he said would end up sounding rude, he just nodded his head in agreement.

“It is settled then. Good luck, my friends,” Thor said before turning to Loki, who was conjuring his armor onto himself. “This shall be great fun, brother. Think, the two of us, fighting side by side once more.”

“Yes, you always did enjoy a good battle,” Loki reminisced, laughing a little. “But right now, my main focus is on my beloved. I know you will cover me, brother, but our first priority must be getting them and their family to safety.”

“Indeed. Let us go then.”

Not wanting to waste another second, Loki quickly teleported them to your farm. A wave of sadness washed over him as he saw the house, a million memories he’d already been trying to forget flooding back. Stealthily, they moved as close as they could. Everything was quiet, except for the chickens clucking in the distance. Though nothing seemed particularly out of the ordinary, Loki still knew something was wrong.

Thor looked around and then back at Loki. “It seems that there is nothing happening-”

His statement was cut off by a Chitauri appearing out of seemingly nowhere. Loki wondered why, now that he was fighting against them, they suddenly became so skilled. Thor quickly flipped the alien off his back as more appeared. Including the first one, there were six outside plus at least one inside judging by the scream that suddenly came from the house.

“Can you handle these ones, Thor?” Loki questioned as he stabbed one in the eye, blasting another with magic.

“Easily,” Thor responded, swinging Mjolnir down on one of their heads. “Go inside and help there. And be safe, brother!”

“You too.”

Without another word, Loki was taking off and smashing through the front door. He looked around frantically, but saw no signs of a struggle. He feared that he might be too late, that they took you by surprise and wiped you all out in a matter of minutes. Thankfully, a large crash came from the kitchen, followed by another scream. He ran in to find a pitcher shattered near the door, and Mama backed into a corner by two Chitauri.

Loki’s old, vengeful self decided to make an appearance now, of course. This was the woman who turned him in, who time after time prevented him from being with his beloved. Of all the members in this household, she was the one who never accepted him. Hell, the cat was more friendly than she was. But even after everything, she was just doing what she thought best for her family. He couldn’t leave her to die for something like that. And, really, didn’t he understand her, too? To know such pain that it changes your perception of the world to be so cynical of everything, everyone. Yes, he most certainly was familiar with that.

“Stay back, you foul beasts!” he screamed at his former allies before taking a swing with his trusty dagger.

Loki found himself missing his scepter as he fought his opponents, leading them away from Mama.

She screamed again, though he wasn’t sure if it was directed at the Chitauri, him, or the generally gory scene of him running one through. Most likely the last one, but he’d have to worry about any trauma after the battle was done. Even with a fatal wound like that, it kept fighting. They dealt a few good blows to Loki, too, including a particularly painful gash across his cheek, right above the part his helmet covered. He tasted blood in his mouth as they started getting the upper hand. He made clones of himself, confusing the simple-minded creatures. With the distraction, he was able to finish them off, completely decapitating one and smashing in the head of the other against the banister of the stairs.

That same unsettling quiet settled over the house again. Loki wanted to believe he’d finished them all off, because, really, how many could there be? But he felt it in his gut: something still wasn’t right.

Taking off towards the kitchen again, Loki decided the best thing was to just get Mama out of there and figure out where the rest of you were. Still on edge, he kept looking around, but found nothing.

“Listen,” he said to Mama, who was still cowering in a corner. “I know how you feel about me, but you have to get out of here. And I need you to tell me where everyone else is so I can keep them safe.”

“I... I-Behind you!” she screamed.

Loki whipped around just in time to see a Chitauri about to bash his head in. Before he could move any further, the alien fell to the ground. Looking back up, he saw you standing with a baseball bat still raised. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the fallen enemy begin to stir again, and quickly finished it off with his dagger. When he was sure it was dead, he looked back up at you. The second your eyes locked, you dropped the weapon. A silence followed the clatter of wood on wood, no one quite sure what to say.

“I gotta stop going out in the morning,” you nervously laughed after clearing your throat. “I keep missing all the excitement.”

You and Loki looked at each other for another beat before rushing forward at the same time, lips colliding. With his daggers back in their dimensional pocket, the trickster’s hands were free to cup your cheeks. You wrapped your arms behind his neck, getting lost in the kiss. All too soon, you had to break away, but you kept your foreheads pressed together, not yet willing to lose contact. He noticed you were wearing the hoodie he’d given you back on that first day at the creek. It only occurred to him now that you’d never actually returned it. You gently brushed away some of the hair that was clinging to his face, poking out from his helmet. It seemed to you that this might just be a dream, that he might not be real.

“My brave little Midgardian,” Loki whispered, his voice cracking ever so slightly. “Are you alright? Are you injured?”

“I’m fine,” you choked out in a tone heavy with emotion. “But... But you, are you ok? They just dragged you out. Loki, I was so worried.”

“I am ok. I have much to tell you. But, I saw you with Denzel. I thought you were with him again.”

“Oh, Loki. I was just upset, and he happened to be there. I want to be with you.”

He didn’t know what else to say, so he kissed you again, hoping it was expressing everything words couldn’t. Loki wished you could stay like that forever, but he knew there was still so much to do.

“My darling, I am so sorry. For everything,” he said. “You deserve a proper explanation, and I promise you will get one if it is the last thing I do.”

“That wouldn’t be the first promise you’ve broken,” Mama scoffed, getting up from her corner, but her heart wasn’t really in the snide remark.

“Excuse me, but he just saved your life,” you shot back before Loki could, surprising both him and your mother. “I think you owe him, at very least, a thank you.”

“Fine, you’re right. I’m sorry. And thank you. For saving me. Us.”

“You are quite welcome. I would do anything for this family,” Loki confessed for the umpteenth time. “It is like I told you, it was never my intention to hurt it.”

“I know.”

“Loki,” Thor bellowed from the front door. “Are you in here? Are you injured?”

“Brother! I am in here and unharmed. Relatively.”

Your mother’s jaw dropped as a relieved Thor walked in, Mjolnir still in his hand. You barely even paid him any mind, now fussing over Loki who had taken his helmet off, fully displaying the cuts on his face. He hissed a little as your fingers brushed along the skin under the worst one, but he was quick to reassure you that you hadn’t hurt him. Instead of letting your fingers continue to wander his bloodied face, he took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles. Then he pressed your body to his, holding you close, safe and protected with his arm circling your waist. You were quick to wrap your arms around his torso and bury your face in his shoulder, a little shaken up from the events that had just transpired.

“Wait,” Loki said as a thought occurred to him. “Where is the rest of the family?”

“They’re in the city,” you replied, growing panicked as Loki paled. “Why? Loki, the attack was just here, right? They’re safe, right?”

“Do not worry,” Thor declared. “The Avengers and noble agents of SHIELD are there as we speak.”

“And my brother and I will go, too. Nothing will happen to them, I will make sure of it,” Loki added, kissing your temple.

How he wished there was time for proper introductions, but there simply was not. He would have to settle for waiting until the battle was over. If he and his brother both survived, that is. It was a chilling thought, and one that had come unbidden into his mind, but now it would loom over him the whole fight.

Loki tried to pull away from you, but you just grabbed his hand and pulled him right back. He looked at you in confusion, then worry as he noticed the determined look in your eyes. It was obvious what you were thinking, and he felt an odd mix of pride and nauseating fear.

“Absolutely not,” he sternly said. “Do not even think about it.”

“Oh, come on, Loki. Like I’m not coming, too,” you replied, stamping your foot. “I already lost you once, I’m not about to again.”

“And I lost you, my darling. If you come, your life will be in danger. I simply will not allow it. I cannot.”

“Listen, we’re stronger together, aren’t we? So we’ll face this together. Please.”

“Brother?” Thor asked, anxious to get back and help his friends. “Are you ready?”

“Alright, fine. You win, my darling,” the God of Mischief conceded. “On one condition. You must follow my orders. I will not have you getting yourself harmed out there.”

“Ok, deal. As long as I get to come make sure you’re safe,” you agreed.

“Honey, please. Don’t go,” Mama begged, beginning to cry. “You heard him, it’s going to be dangerous. You could get hurt. I-I don’t know what I’d do if you got hurt.”

“I’m sorry Mama, but I’m going.” You gave her a hug, letting here blubber into your shoulder. “Loki’s going to keep me safe. And you’re just going to have to trust me.”

You said goodbye as she managed to pull away from you, somewhat calmer. She tried to put on a brave face with some success, but Loki could see it wouldn’t last for long. At least she was finally putting some of her trust in you. It was about time. Tucking you under his arm and back against his side, Loki gave the woman a quick nod, a promise that he would let no misfortune befall you. Walking over to Thor, Loki began to work his seiðr. With one last look around the house, he teleported the three of you back to the city.

Landing behind a Quinjet, Loki heard you let out the most adorable little gasp. He smiled down at you before taking in the scene around him. It seemed like SHIELD’s top priority was to evacuate the city. Everything was still in a state of chaos, and he immediately regretted letting you talk him into allowing you to tag along.

The first order of business for him and Thor was obvious: Find the rest of the Avengers and help them take out the Chitauri. But you he had no idea what to do with. In a way, he felt better knowing that you were here, with him. That no other aliens could randomly appear at your house and hurt you. Then again, now that you’re here, you’re in just as much danger, if not more. You were too precious to him for him to be able to think clearly about the situation. Plus, the longer he stood there debating his options, the less time he had to find the rest of your family. His heart stuttered in his chest as he realized they might already be hurt. Or worse. The thought spurred him to action.

“We must get into the city and help with the evacuation. You know we stand the best chance against these monsters,” he said to Thor, who nodded along. He turned to you and softened his voice so you wouldn’t be any more scared than you currently were. “And you need to stick by me. Keep an eye out for your family. Remember, they might not all be together, so eyes peeled for all of them. Do not worry, everything will be ok.”

“Ok, let’s go,” was all you managed to say before the three of you moved towards the pandemonium in the streets.

“There you are, Point Break,” Tony shouted from overhead. “We could use some help here.”

“At your service, Man of Iron.”

“Ok, great. Quick question, why are you bringing a civilian into the city. You do know what an evacuation is, right?”

“This is my beloved,” Loki replied. “They insisted they come along and look for their family. And to, uh, be with me.”

“Aww how cute. They’re just as stubborn as you, Reindeer Games. Keep them out of the action please.”

Loki rolled his eyes, but pulled you closer still. It was his intention to keep you out of the battle, but he also planned on fighting. He couldn’t feasibly do both at the same time if he also wanted to keep you at his side.

“My darling, take this,” he said, equipping you with a dagger. “If you are attacked, aim for the eyes.”

“Thank you. I- Loki look! It’s John,” you shouted over the noise of a helicopter flying overhead, spotting your brother-in-law.

The raven haired god led you over to the man, who was bleeding out of a scrape on his arm. Loki had enough experience with wounds to know it looked a lot worse than it actually was. As you got closer, he saw that John was helping direct people out of the city, along with a few other civilians. The god nearly scoffed at the idea that SHIELD hadn’t even brought enough people to properly conduct an evacuation. When would they stop underestimating threats? Or maybe he’d just done some damage to their numbers. Pushing the thought out of his mind, he refocused on the task at hand. He was beyond relieved to see his friend, but unfortunately didn’t have much time for a reunion.

“John!” you said, taking the last few steps to him.

He looked over his shoulder at you and shouted your name. His face quickly went from a look of excitement to worry. Then he spotted the god, and it took on one of shock.

“Loki?” he gasped. “Are you alright, man? What’s going on?”

“I am just fine,” Loki told him, grasping hands in a firm shake. “As for what is happening here, the Chitauri are an alien race, regrettably brought here by me when I did not have full control of my faculties. Now they are searching me out, but I intend to stop them.”

“Where is everyone else?” you questioned, frantically searching for the rest of your family. “Ana and Matt and Papa? Have you seen them?”

“They’re already out of here,” John answered as you and Loki let out a sigh of relief. “They should be safe by now. But why are you here?”

“I’m helping Loki and the Avengers save the city. Speaking of, we should probably be meeting up with them now.”

Loki looked at you, then at the crumbling buildings in the distance and knew he’d let you come as far as possible. The situation was looking rather hopeless as it was right now, and he had to get into battle if he had any chance of making up for his past wrongdoings. But you, for as brave and determined as you were, had no training in combat. If he were to keep you, his beautiful, courageous Midgardian safe, then he’d have to give you some other task with which to distract yourself.

“No,” Loki replied. “I need you to stay here, help direct everyone else out of the city. It is of the utmost importance.”

“You’re just trying to get rid of me, aren’t you?” you pouted.

“For your safety and the safety of others, I need you to do this. Please.”

You looked into his eyes, having a battle within yourself. The desperate, pleading look on his face helped you reach a decision. “Ok, fine. I understand. But you have to promise me you’ll stay safe.”

“I will. You too.”

It seemed as if he was going to leave then, but he couldn’t resist capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. The rest of the world melted away as you held on to each other, wishing things didn’t have to be this way. Alas, they were, and it was his fault. But no, it was really that damned Titan and his obsession with the Tesseract that had caused all this madness. Remembering that blasted relic did give him an idea, though. Loki would stop at nothing to set things right, and he had just figured out how.

“My darling, I must go now,” Loki said, breaking away from your lips only to place a kiss to your forehead. There was still one last thing he wanted to say, though, and as far as he could tell, it was now or never. “I love you.”

He broke off in a sprint away from you, not waiting for a reply, for he feared you would not feel the same. Your voice did shout after him, but he dared not look back. If he did, he knew he may never be able to leave you again, and he needed all his strength for what he had to do next. He would just have to trust that John would hold you back, that you would follow his directions as you promised you would.

Running through the streets, battling these wretched aliens he once commanded, Loki assessed the situation. He had his plan, but the city would have to be completely clear for it to work. That included the agents and Avengers. He’d need his brother’s help with that for sure.

“Thor,” he called out in a panic. “Brother, I need you!”

“Loki! Loki, what is it?” Thor asked, appearing quickly. He gripped Loki’s shoulders and began inspecting for injuries. “Are you ok? Is your beloved?”

“Yes, we are fine. I know what we must do to stop the Chitauri.”

“What is it?”

“There is no time to explain.” Well, that was actually a lie, but he knew Thor wouldn’t like the plan. Better not to tell him. “You are just going to have to trust me. I need you to get everyone out of here. And I mean everyone, yourself included.”

“It is a very odd request, Loki,” Thor said, mulling it over. “But I will do it. And what of you?”

“I must get to the center of the city. But do not worry about that, I will manage. I just need some kind of sign when it is clear.”

“It shall be done, but promise me one thing. You will stay safe.”

“You have my word.”

As they shook hands, Loki felt a twinge of guilt. His last statement to his brother, possibly ever, had been a falsehood. But he was the God of Lies, so he supposed it should not affect him. And yet, it did. At least this time it was a necessary one to tell.

Loki continued to weave his way through the streets. It was a great feat to dodge SHIELD agents, help civilians, and fight his foes all at the same time. Not to mention keeping his eyes open for you in case you were trying to make your way back to him. Tears stung at the back of his eyes as he thought of you. He was regretting not waiting around to hear how you felt about him. Now he’d always wonder about it. Well, for however long “always” was for him, anyway. If this all went down as planned, it wouldn’t be much longer.

The center of the city was the most densely populated with enemies. It would be difficult to hold them off while he waited for the signal, but he would manage. He had to manage. For the sake of you, your family, and the whole of Midgard. Just as things were starting to look bleak for the trickster god, the sky was lit up with a brilliant bolt of lightning and a resounding clap of thunder. He knew that was it, what he was looking for.

Loki struck the ground with a blast of magic, pushing the Chitauri away. He needed a second to get ready. Calling out to the Tesseract, he pulled it out of its dimensional pocket and into his waiting hand. It was a good thing he had not handed it over to his brother, after all.

The thought of Thor nearly made him cry out. He’d just gotten his brother back, but now he would never see him again. And what of his mother, Frigga? Would she mourn him when he was gone? Or would she be like Odin and scorn him forever? He believed it would be the former, but he could never know for sure.

And then there was your family, who was practically his family, too. He’d felt that way for a while now, but this time the thought filled him with only sadness. He was going to lose them, but he had no one to blame but himself. Well, and maybe Thanos, but Loki wasn’t one for giving himself a break. Regardless, they’d probably never even hear that part of the story. He hadn’t even seen half of them again. Loki hated that their last memory of him would be SHIELD agents dragging him away like some common criminal. It was strange how much things had changed, he mused, that he’d have such strong feelings about a group of mortals.

No matter how sad leaving behind everyone else made him, leaving you hurt the most. You were everything kind and good in his life. A beautiful, brilliant angel. You’d seen his scars and showed him he wasn’t broken, just healing. You made him realize that he was whole, and you were his match. The one the Norns has destined for him to be with. And now you were being separated by that same fate. It was a cruel punishment for what he’d done. He could only hope that this would redeem him in the eyes of the world. But he didn’t need it for his own view of himself; your love had done that already.

“Alright, you sons of bitches,” he said, taking a breath and gripping the glowing cube. “Time to send you back to the hellhole you crawled out of.”

In a flash of light, the city was encompassed with a blue, cloudy smoke. You looked on in a panic as it moved back into the center where Thor had told you Loki was. Once the fog had disappeared, you broke through the line of agents and ran into the city. It should have made you happy that all the Chitauri were gone, but it only filled you with dread. If they were gone, then what happened to the man you loved? Was he...? No, that thought was too terrible to entertain. You wouldn’t even consider the possibility until you’d exhausted all other options. You rushed to the spot where he should have been and let out a sob into the empty air.

Loki had disappeared.

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“Loki.”

His eyes opened and looked around. What was that noise? Where was he? What was happening?

Everything was blue.

“Loki.”

He knew that voice, so kind, so perfect. But who? His beloved.

You.

“Loki!”

You were crying out. Searching. For what? For who? For Loki.

For him.

A rainbow, sparkling lights. A void. It would be so easy to let go. He’d done it once before. It didn’t end well. But this time it was different, warm and inviting. Not cold. Not vengeful. Not full of hate. It was peace. But there was something else out there. A whisper.

“Loki, please.”

He was falling again, but he wasn’t scared this time. Deep in his heart, he knew where he was going. He knew he was safe. It was no decision, really.

It had always been you.

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Loki landed on the ground with a dull thud. His head was throbbing a little, but he’d been through worse. His eyes shot open, and he noted the familiar surroundings. A wheat field, similar to the last time the Tesseract had deposited him. In fact, exactly like it. He was back on your farm.

All that was ringing in his ears was your voice, calling out to him. It took a minute for him to remember anything else, then it all came flooding back. The city, the battle, his brother, his plan. That gave him a bit of a pause. He’d meant to send the Chitauri back where they came from. And then it hit him. He’d told the Tesseract to send them home. It had done the same for him. Of course! He was home.

The sound of a car in the distance made him snap back to his senses. He heard the slamming of a door, followed by shouting. There were a great number of voices that he could recognize, but only one really mattered right now. Yours.

Calling your name, Loki started running. You responded with his name, sounding confused and hopeful at the same time. Then you did it again louder and started running, too. Somewhere near the middle of the field, both of you stopped, just standing there staring at each other. Neither of you could believe it. It was like a dream, an outlandish fantasy. Then, at the same time, you ran the last little distance between each other, and met in an embrace.

You pulled away and Loki held you at arm’s length, examining your body for any serious injuries. After doing the same to him, you cupped his cheeks, caressing them with your thumbs. He covered your hands with his, trying to find the right words to say. You smiled through teary eyes, and Loki didn’t realize he was crying too until you wiped away a tear making a track down his face.

Loki couldn’t wait a second longer, he moved in and kissed you. It was like professing his love all over again, just without his words this time. He held you as close as possible and let your tongue slip into his mouth, taking control of the kiss. It was an odd thing to feel so tired, yet so alive at the same time. Your lips, they were electrifying. Addictive. If only he could live by breathing in you, not air. But he couldn’t, so he had to break away. Still, he didn’t know what to say. But that look in your eyes, it reflected back everything he was trying to tell you.

“Loki?”

“Yes, my darling.”

“I love you, too.”

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berjhawn · 4 years ago

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Day & Night ~ Ch. 3 ~ Blindside

Bruce Wayne/Batman X Reader (Lady Light) X DC

Warnings: Past trauma, loss of parents, break ups, genetic engineering, taking peoples DNA without permission, ETC

(A/N) as usual please tell me what you guys think we are almost to the middle of the story. i hope you guys are enjoying it.

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Bruce sat at the League meeting table his mind focused on other things. This mission that Clark was talking about doing was an in and out type. He didn’t need to be here. Hell, tonight he didn’t want too to be here. He wanted to be home, with (Name), and the boys enjoying some down time.

Then he does something he hadn’t done in the middle of a meeting before. He pulls out his cell phone. He sends her a text asking what she was doing and smiles as she instantly replies. As he goes to send her another text Diana clears her throat. Bruce looks up to see them all looking at him.

“I didn’t know Batman could smile.” Barry announces confusion filling his words.

“He doesn’t.” Oliver adds mimicking Barry’s expression.

“I don’t.” Bruce adds making Diana smirk as she rolls her eyes. “You must be seeing things.”

“Walk with me Bruce.” Diana says as she stands up and moves toward the exit while Clark tries to reign in the rest of the league members.

“What is it?” Bruce asks as they walk down the hallway.

“This woman you are dating must be amazing to have you ignoring a meeting like that.” Diana inquires and Bruce knows where this is going.

“She is.” Bruce states honestly trying to drop the conversation.

“Is the reason you won’t show her face to the public, because it’s (Name)?” She asks and worry fills Bruce’s body. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell the big guy. I’m glad that she’s finally happy. She deserves that and so much more.”

“She doesn’t know it’s me.” Bruce says making Diana cock an eyebrow in surprise. “She doesn’t want anything to do with this life anymore. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her.”

“Keeping secrets from (name) will only cause her more pain.” Diana states her eyes filling with remorse. “Trust me, telling her the truth is better than her finding out from someone else.”

“Why did she leave?” Bruce asks curiosity filling his voice. “She wouldn’t tell me, or the Bat.”

“It’s not my place to say,” Diana starts moving to look out the window of the watchtower to Earth below. “But if you are serious about her, I will tell you what I can.”

“I love her.” Bruce states with absolutely no hint of a lie in his voice.

“(Name) wasn’t born on Themyscira, she washed up on our shores when she was a child after her mother drowned at sea. Her father used the last bit of his strength to save his only child. My mother found her on the beach on deaths door. Her father lay dead beside her.

“From the moment my mother met (Name) she knew she was special. She once said that it was like the gods had blessed her with the essence of the sun, and she was right. (Name) is basically the sun in human form. Her powers are limitless, and unpredictable. Especially when she is upset.

“Against my mother’s better judgement, she let (Name) leave Themyscira to learn about your world. With every new experience she had (Name) just became more certain that she didn’t wish to return to our home. Then one day she witnessed us save the earth and she wanted to help. So, I brought her here. Hoping this would give meaning to her life.

“At first everything was going well. She and Clark had bonded and for a while they were inseparable. But then,” She pauses for a moment before she continues, “Remember when Connor showed up and Clark ignored him?”

Bruce nods.

“At the time Connor only knew one thing. That he was the product of cloning and that Lex Luthor and Clark were his fathers, so he naturally sought Clark out.”

“But Clark rejected him. I remember I had to have a talk with him about it.”

“While Connor was going through all these emotions about being abandoned, He sought Luthor out. It was then he learned that there was another being that was used in his creation.”

Bruce furrowed his brow, not liking where this was going.

“Luthor told him that he tried to use (Name)’s DNA along with Clark’s and his to make the ultimate being. What Luthor didn’t account for was (Name)’s abilities, her powers, cannot be shared with another being. They belong to her and her alone. However, the genetic mutation that gave her her powers, that can be used to amplify the Kryptonian genes.

“So, having been ignored and abandoned by Clark, Connor sought out the next person in his creation. He sought out his mother.”

“(Name),” Bruce adds and Diana nods.

“When Connor told her what Luthor had said she had the opposite reaction Clark did. I remember her telling me she was shocked and confused as to how they were able to get her DNA, but she wasn’t about to abandon Connor. Whether she wanted it or not, she believed she was partially responsible for him. (Name) became Connor’s mother.”

“Why didn’t I know about this?” Bruce asks anger radiating from him.

“No one did.” Diana confirms folding her arms over her chest. “The only ones who knew were (Name), Luthor, Connor, Clark, and me. We decided it was best to keep it a secret from everyone.”

“If she took over as Connor’s mother, why did she decide to disappear?” Bruce asks.

“(Name) confronted Clark. She tried to get him to help Connor out. She wanted to be the bridge that helped the two of them bond.”

“But?”

“Clark wouldn’t have it. They argued constantly, and then one day (Name) was gone. Whatever happened, why she decided to leave, only her and Clark know the answer to that.” Diana concludes and Bruce has the sudden urge to see (Name).

“There is only one thing I’m not clear on.” Bruce says and Diana turns toward him a confused look on her face. “Who gave Luthor her DNA? We know he got Clark’s because he used Kryptonite to make him weak, but how did he get (Name)’s? last time I checked, she was invulnerable.”

“I have my suspicions, but nothing concrete.” Diana concludes.

Bruce senses someone coming and instantly ends the conversation.

“Thank you,” Bruce says, and she nods.

“You need to tell her, or you’ll lose her.” Diana says before she turns and walks away back toward mission control.

Bruce takes a deep breath and then pulling out his cell phone is about to send her a message when he gets one from her.

‘We need to talk.’

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I stand there frozen in place as I stare motionless at my son’s bright blue eyes. How was he here? How did he know where I was? I wasn’t angry with him but because he looked so much like his father, I needed space away from him.

“Connor, what are you doing here?” I ask and his brow furrows.

“I wanted to see you.” He replies wanting to come in but afraid I would reject him.

I look back at the boys still sitting on the couch and I push my anger and hurt away and motion for him to come inside.

“Come in, please.” I say and he follows.

Once he is inside, I close the door behind him and as my emotions get the better of me, I reach out and pull him into my arms. I hold him as tight as I could as he grips tightly to me. Tears sting my eyes as I think about how much I had truly missed him. Even if I hadn’t given birth to him, Connor was my son. I would always be there for him.

“I’m sorry you had to leave.” Connor says into my shoulder and I shake my head.

“It’s not your fault.” I reply as I pull away from him to cup his cheeks. “You did nothing wrong. I just couldn’t stay there anymore.”

“(Name) you okay?” I hear Damian ask and Connor’s head shoots to look at the boy who was standing in the hallway next to Jason.

“Yeah I-”

“What are you two doing here?” Connor questions anger in his voice.

“What’s it look like super-boy?” Jason retorts and my eyes widen.

“Wait, you all know each other?” I ask glancing back and forth between them.

“They’re Batman’s sidekicks.” Connor announces and my heart drops.

“No, then that would mean that Bruce is…” I pause everything starting to make sense. “Oh, how did I never see it?”

“(Name)?” Damian questions and I turn to look at both him and Jason in a new light.

If they were Batman’s sons, then they knew who I was from the beginning. They all did. Is that why Bruce approached me? Was he just keeping tabs on an unstable superhero? Did he even truly care about me?

“Boys, I think it’s time you guys went home.” I say my heart tightening in my chest.

“Come on Damian,” Jason says to his little brother as he reaches for his jacket. “I think (Name) needs some time alone.”

“No, I don’t want to go. Everything was fine until he showed up. What is he doing here anyway?” Damian argues angrily.

“What am I doing here? I have a right to be here, why are you here?”

“Because we can be.” Jason adds narrowing his eyes at Connor. “What right do you have to be here?”

“She’s my mother!” Connor yells and I grab his arm stopping him.

“Connor, stop!” I yell making him close his mouth.

I glance back at Damian and Jason to see them staring at us in shock. My eyes find Damian’s and I don’t know why but I see disappointment and betrayal in them. My heart was screaming out for me to go to him and hold him, but I couldn’t.

“Please boys, please go home.” I plead with them and I watch as Damian’s eyes turn cold as he grabs his backpack and races past me out the front door.

“I got him.” Jason says as he quickly races off after him.

When they are gone, I close the door and walk past Connor to the couch. I collapse onto it as I feel my legs give out from under me.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” Connor starts but I stop him with just a sad look.

“I know sweetie. You didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.” I reply as I reach out to grab my phone.

“Are you okay?” He asks and I shake my head. I couldn’t lie to him.

“No, not really.” I reply as I send a quick text to Bruce.

“I shouldn’t have come.” Connor says instantly moving toward the door to leave.

“Connor, wait.” I call making him stop in his steps. “Come here.”

He waits for a second before he turns and walks over to sit beside me on the couch. Reaching up, I gently brush his hair back as I take a deep breath.

“Connor, you are always welcome wherever I am. I will never tell you differently. I may not have had any say in how you were born, but I will take responsibility and be there for you when ever you need me. I am your mother; I will never turn my back on you.” I say making him nod slightly as his eyes start to water. “You are the best thing I never knew I needed. So never ever feel like you don’t belong here with me. Okay?”

“I understand.” He concludes and I gently lean up and kiss his forehead.

“Now, what happened?” I ask, knowing that there was another reason for him coming to see me.

“I found out who gave your DNA to Cadmus.”

Will Continue -

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evabellasworld · 3 years ago

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Storm of the Republic

Chapter 29

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Summary: When Tup murdered General Tiplar during a battle, Anakin Skywalker and Captain Rex dispatched Ahsoka, Fives, and Yara to solve the mystery that was plaguing the Clone Army. Meanwhile, Senator Padme Amidala contacted Commander Fox, Commander Tori, Riyo Chuchi, and Dipper to help her continue investigating the death of Palpatine, suspecting that Dooku was behind the evil plot. But when Dooku send an ISB agent to stop them, the team had to race against time to search for the truth, which could alter the course of the galaxy.

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Putting on her surgical mask, Dr. Urakchaevy took a deep breath as she glanced at the surgical tube, before shifting her focus towards Tup. With his head covered in plastic foil and his eyes shut, the doctor slid him inside the machine and looked at the panels. “We’re now beginning level 1 brain scan,” she announced to Fives, who was the only one in the room. “This will only take a short while.”

As Fives gave a nod of approval, the machine scanned his brain for 30 minutes. The ARC Trooper tapped his foot on the floor as the doctor focused on his brain condition. From what she had gathered so far, his brain scan was blue, showing that he was slipping towards his deathbed.

This is not good , her teeth chattered. Somehow, I couldn’t find any lumps in his brain, and yet, Tup is unconscious. How is this possible?

“Is everything alright, Doc?” Fives wondered, noticing her hands trembling on the panels.

Dr. Urakchaevy nodded, pressing her lips. “I’ll have to raise the brain scan to level 2. There’s nothing I could find on the surface of his brain.”

“Alright, Doc, you can raise it up to level two,” he gave a thumbs up. “I hope he’s alright.”

Let’s hope he does, she let out a sigh, as she performed another brain scan on Tup, hoping to dig deeper. Another half an hour has passed, and Dr. Urakchaevy felt her sweat dripping from her forehead, despite the air-conditioning in the room.

Considering Tup was the first clone she had treated, she wasn’t knowledgeable in their biology. The only thing she knows about clone troopers was the fact that they fought for the Republic, even though it had been crumbled by the Empire. She doesn’t see the point of the conflict, but Dr. Urakchaevy has to perform her duty to save her patients.

As the machine beeped, the doctor checked on her panel with a gleam painted on her lips, only for her shoulders to slump towards the results. Is this machine broken or what? Do I need to re-scan just to make sure I find something inside Tup?

“Did you find anything, Doc?” his voice turned agitated. “Please tell me you found something, Doc.”

Dr. Urakchaevy remained silent as she stared at the surgical pod, wondering if she could raise the level of the machine. She knows the risk, and she’s not sure whether she would like the result. The worst-case scenario she could think of was the side effects of the radiation, which was nausea, fever, and vomiting. But it was the only way if she wanted a fast result.

“It’s still the same result as the first scan, unfortunately,” she reported, turning towards him. “I’m afraid I have no choice but to perform a Level 5 atomic scan.”

“What’s wrong with that?” asked Fives, raising his eyebrows. “Is it dangerous?”

“It’s full of radiation and Tup might experience side effects, but it’s the only way I could find a lump inside his brain, though the chances are rather small. Are you okay with that, Fives?”

Fives tilted his head upwards as he pondered for a moment. I can’t just refuse his surgery and let him die. I’ll never forgive myself if I made the wrong decision.

“If the Level 5 atomic scan means saving my brother, then you need to do it,” he told her. “I came here to save Tup, and I’m gonna bring him back to base, safe and sound, so do what you have to, Doc. Go with the Level 5 atomic scan if you must.”

Dr. Urakchaevy gave him a small smile. “You’re a caring brother, Fives. Now go wait outside with your sister, Yara. I’m sure Thonda is done patching her up by now.”

“Will Tup be okay, Doc?” his voice quivered. “I don’t want to lose him, really.”

“He’ll be alright,” assured Dr. Urakchaevy, holding his hand. “I promise you. He’ll walk out of this room and act as if nothing had happened to him. He’ll drink with you and Yara and go back to his usual self.”

“In case he doesn’t make it, can I say my last words to him?”

“Fives, Tup will be fine,” she said, opening the door for him. “Besides, this will only take a few minutes, so don’t worry. I have faith in your younger brother.”

Without saying a word, Fives stepped out of the surgical room and held his breath when he found Yara sitting all by herself, munching a plate full of chocolate chip cookies. Cracking a smile, he tiptoed towards her and slapped his arms on her shoulders, making her choke on her food.

“Bitch, I told you not to sneak up to me like that,” she cussed with her mouth full, kicking his shin. “I could have died of a heart attack, you know.”

“Well, it was funny,” he burst into laughter, as he sat beside her and wrapped his arms around her shoulder. “You could have seen the look on your face. It was so ugly.”

“Shut up, Fives. At least I’m more good-looking than you.”

“Says who? Everyone knows I’m the most handsome man among the Grand Army of the Republic.”

Yara sticks her tongue out in disgust. “Yuck, you’re ugly as fuck.”

“No, you’re ugly.”

“Fuck you, Fives,” Yara shoved his shoulders, her other hand gripping on the plate of cookies. “I hate you so much.”

“Well, fuck you too, Yara,” Fives imitated her voice, as he snatched away her cookies from her grasp. “Also, you ate too much of these. Save some for me, will you?”

She crossed her arms, her lips pouting. “Give me back my cookies, dickhead. They’re mine.”

He shook his head, stuffing one in his mouth. “Hey, sharing is caring, okay? Besides, it’s been a while since I had authentic food, anyway.”

“Tell me about it. I miss drinking margaritas from 79’s. It was the best drink I could ever have, you know. I wonder what’s their secret?”

“Maybe they made it with love,” Fives jokes, leaning on his seat. “Also, the music was glorious at the club. I always enjoyed the songs that the DJ played on the dance floor, especially the song Groovy. That was my all-time favourite song.”

“But somehow, someone always bested you on the dance floor,” Yara snarked. “And that someone is sitting right next to you. Guess who it is?”

He rolled his eyes. “Very funny, Yara. I beat you one time and you were sulking the next day.”

“Yeah, exactly. You only beat me one time, Fives. The rest of the time we spent at 79’s, I always held a record on the dance floor, aside from Lisa, of course.”

“God, I miss those days. Everything was simple back then. Now, it feels like we’re stressing our future like a bunch of old men waiting for death.”

“I know, Fives. I miss the days when the only reason I cried was because I failed the simulation. Now, I cry because everyone we know was killed in front of us, and we don’t even know whether we’re next in line.”

“And I miss the day where the only reason we’re happy was because we passed the simulation. Now, I can only be happy because I lived to fight another day, though I wished I could join the rest of our fallen siblings instead.”

Yara hummed to herself. “I know, Fives. Honestly, when this war is over, I just want to walk away from all of this. I want to settle down somewhere and find someone to love, like Commander Fox. He and Riyo are so happy together and I want to be like them.”

“So, you’re looking for someone like those male leads from your favourite rom-com?” smiled Fives. “And how many kids are you planning to have?”

“First of all, I want a guy who is kind and sweet and secondly, I want at least four kids, doesn’t matter what gender they are.”

“Four kids? Well, that’s a lot, to be honest.” “I want to shower all my love on my kids and accept them for who they are, no matter what,” Yara expressed her hopes and dreams. “And I also want them to have a better life than I did. Since I fought in a war, I want my kids to live a peaceful life, without worrying about a single thing.”

“Sounds like a pleasant life,” Fives said, placing an empty plate beside him. “Honestly, I would like to have that kind of life, too. If only I could find someone like that.”

Before Yara could say something, Dr. Urakchaevy walked out of the surgical room with tears of shame in her eyes. Fives stood up from his seat, waiting for her to speak. “So, did the surgery went well?”

She bobbed her head with hesitation, her fingers fidgeting. “Do you want the good news or the bad news?”

“We would like to hear the good news,” Fives replied with his brows furrowed.

“Okay then, the good news is that the surgery went well, and we found a tumour inside his brain,” she informed him, showing the evidence she extracted. “I’m not sure what kind of tumour it is, but I can do my research on it.”

“That’s great to hear, Doc,” Yara beamed. “But then, what’s the bad news?”

“Tup didn’t make it,” Dr. Urakchaevy broke the news to them. “I’m so sorry, guys. I did everything I could to save him, but somehow, his heart rate stopped.”

Fives’ face contorted as he dropped to his knees, frozen. Yara could not utter a single word from her mouth as tears flowed on her cheeks, hugging her knees.

How are we going to face Rex after this?

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smokahuntis · 5 years ago

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When We Were Young

When we were young

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Song: When We Were Young - Adele

Warnings: FLUFFFFFF PURE FLUFFFF

Summery: As the Jedi’s hold a banquet to reunite all the Jedi from all over the galaxy, Obi-Wan finds a familiar face in the crowd that he can’t help but miss.

Everybody loves the things you do

The banquet was huge, Jedi from all over the galaxy attended. Retired, working, Masters in the force and even padawans were here for the Reunion. He could sense so many auras and presences and forces combined, but nothing compared to the aura he felt when she entered the room.

He was looking for her in an instant, knowing the familiar pull all to well. But would she feel it too? Had she moved on? Would she even recognize him? Last time he saw her they both had a braid in their hair, and she wasn’t a sergeant major of the Jedi forces. She was such a big deal it made him wonder if he should even try. No one but her troops had seen her in almost a year, and the only people to speak to her was usually master Yoda and Windu.

From the way you talk, to the way you move

When he finally got threw the crowd and saw her standing there, she was regal, stunning. Covered from her neck to her feet in a beautiful golden silks gown that had silver beading flowing up the skirt and long sleeves. A sash of blue across her chest with all her pins and medals, at the end of the sash was her lightsaber. If he remembered correctly it was a double sided blade with a dark blue hue. Of course he remembered correctly, he could never forget.

He paused before stepping forward into her direction, not knowing what to say and not knowing how to handle it. What if she really didn’t remember him. He had to try, at least congratulate her on her progress with the clone wars. Even he an actual general didn’t see her often.

Everybody here is watching you

Right when he actually found the courage to move forward towards her, so did everyone else. Going to congratulate her and speak with her. He sighed not wanting to just be one with the crowd, he needed to really speak to her.

But he could tell by the look on her face, the familiar smile he saw many times when they were still padawans. She was uncomfortable with all the people around her, she didn’t know many of them, but she put in her brave face. Just like she always did, but when one familiar hand reached hers a real smile coated her face, her master, Mace Windu.

Cause you feel like home, you’re like a dream come true

It was a smile he once was able to call home, the same smile that greeted him in the training yard and the day she made her lightsaber. But it was different from the smile she held for him in private, that smile was like a dream he could get lost in for days. It was bold and bright and beautiful, only kept for him. He always saw it when he snuck out of his room to go to hers at night, or when they both skipped training and ended up star gazing.

She was a dream come true, she’d grown to be just as stunning as he dreamed. Wishing Nothing more then go speak to her, but he didn’t want to bother her. She was busy and probably had a million other Jedi to talk to, padawans asking for advice. She would always greet everyone with a warm smile even if it wasn’t genuine, she hated events like this still, he could tell. But it was sweet she tried.

But if by chance you’re here alone

He was so distracted by over thinking what could happen he didn’t think of what was happening as her golden covered figure moved towards him. The bright smile from years ago covering her face as she looked at him.

“Obi?” She asked smiling at him in disbelief, his eyes met her and he smiled, all the feelings of when they were young flooding back to him as he met her kind eyes again. “Obi-Wan Kenobi...” she said his name again in more of a pleasant tone, happy and like a song. But she kept it professional, realizing he may not remember her.

“ Sergeant Major, (L/N)” he said taking her hand, still almost exactly like he remembered it, so much smaller then his, not as soft. It still fit into his like it was made to be there.

“No need for formalities, Obi-Wan...” she said looking at him.

“I think your husband wouldn’t like me calling you by your name Sergeant.” He replied and her eyes softened at his response before fixing part of his suit.

“If I had one, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

Can I get a moment, before I go?

His heart swelled knowing she wasn’t taken, knowing he could come back to her in ways he thought weren’t possible anymore. He held his hand out for her as he looked her in the eyes.

“May I have this dance then?” His voice was soothing to her, after all the years of combat. She smiled sweetly and took his hand.

“Of course.”

He moved with her to the dance floor, his empty hand finding the curve of her waist and sliding to her back, as hers rested on his shoulder.

‘Cause I’ve been by myself all night long

He swayed with her gently, being years since they’d both danced, specifically with each other. A calming silence fell over them, the only noise they really focused on was the soft music playing as people danced. Her eyes trailed his figure in front of her, still in somewhat disbelief of him being there, but his eyes never left her face. Trying to memorize it in case this was his last time with her again.

“I’m surprised you aren’t married, Obi-Wan...” she said finally looking back up to meet his eyes, he chuckled and moved his hand away from hers to push hair from her face and behind her ear.

“I could say the same to you...” he looked at her, all he could see was the Padawan version of her, small and ready to bite the heads of those who opposed her. The version of her he once loved, and the version of her that loved him.

Hoping you’re someone I used to know

“No man wants to marry a women who is of higher rank then him.” She said looking at him, he didn’t think before he spoke.

“I’d marry you.” After the words left his mouth he instantly went into shock and started to try and recover. “I-I mean I wouldn’t- I wouldn’t mind-“

“It’s okay Obi-Wan.” She smiled and moved the hand that rested on his shoulder to his cheek, he leaned into her touch, missing the familiar feeling much more then he realized. “I know what you meant...” she smiled and put on that cocky tone that always made him laugh.”you don’t mind living in my shadow...”

You look like a movie

“Yes that’s it.” He agreed and she laughed, the sound of music to his ears. But she was so beautiful in that moment, the way the light of the room danced on her face. She didn’t look real, she looked like a Star. She was to perfect to be here, dancing with him at the banquet.

When she calmed down and smiled at him her eyes caught something behind him. Turning his head to see who it was she frowned realizing this moment with her would quickly be over.

“Is that Anakin?”

You sound like a song

She smiled seeing him, Obi-Wan expected her to part from him completely to see Anakin but she didn’t. She linked arms with him as the young Apprentice approached them. She looked so graceful holding onto him like this, like they were her together, a couple. Just like they should’ve been.

“Sergeant Major (L/N)” Anakin states as he reached his hand out for hers, she took his shaking it firmly and giving him a small smile. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.”

“As it is to see you, you’ve grown so much.” She smiled taking him in, his all black attire raising questions in her head but she quickly dismissed them.

“And as have you, more beautiful I mean.” He said giving her a kind smile which she returned with a slight blush, but her other hand gripped Obi-Wan’s arm slightly tighter, sending a pride threw him he didn’t know he needed.

“Oh Anakin,” she giggled “as much as I’d love to continue this conversation, I have some serious catching up to do with-“ she was about to say his name, the name that always fell off her tongue with the most beautiful sound, but she was called over by her old master.

My God, this reminds me

“I’m sorry Obi-Wan, but I probably shouldn’t keep him waiting.” She kissed his cheek and walked over to Windu quickly. Leaving him with Anakin, and their eyes on her.

“You still love her?” Anakin asked causing the general to look at him in shock.

“I never-“ he started to protest but Anakin cut him off.

“You always perk up at the sound of her name, can feel her aura from miles away and you haven’t taken your eyes off her all night.” He started. “Expect for now, and it’s because we are talking about her...”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the woman in question, laughing and speaking with her Master and some other council members. It was like Déjà Vu.

Of When we were young

She looked so regal, so beautiful by the large windows of the temple. Laughing and smiling with her old friends and basically her family. He didn’t think he’d ever seen Mace Windu smile as much as he did when he bragged about how she was his Padawan.

Soon she moved away with just Mace Windu talking privately. Obi-Wan so badly wished to know what they spoke about, but she gave herself away with the small glances she gave to Obi-Wan as she spoke. However the face She made over something Mace said upset him. She was shaking her head and excusing herself quickly before walking out of the large ball room.

let me photograph you in this light

He quickly gave mace one last look before following after her, Anakin tried to grab his sleeve to stop him but Obi-Wan pulled away and followed her into the empty balcony that connected to the hall.

She stood alone looking over the railing of the balcony upon Coruscant. She knew he was there, she always felt his presence when he was close, always drawing her to him. She turned looking at him, he knew that look. It was the same look she gave him every time they almost got caught. It was worry, a little bit of guilt. She always hated going behind the Jedi’s back to be with him but why would she feel that ways now.

In case it is the last time that we might

“Obi-Wan” she said giving a weak smile before moving over and hugging him tightly. His arms instantly finding her waist as he held her close to him. He didn’t care that her pins and badges dug into his skin as he held her like this. He didn’t care if they made him bleed, he just wanted to hold her like this, like when they were young.

“(Y/n)” He said tucking her head under his chin, rubbing circles into her back. He hasn’t felt like this in years, like he was flying, like his skin was on fire and his heart was about to explode.

“Stars, I’ve missed you.” She said holding him liked her life depended on it. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling as she spoke.

Be exactly like we were before we realized

She pulled away and looked at him, her eyes were watery and tears almost spilled the edges. It hurt him. “Obi-wan-“

“What did he say to you...” he asked quietly before catching a single tear that fell down her beautiful face. Moving his hands to cradle her head and look at her.

“The truth...” she said finally letting out a quiet sob as she tried to hold herself together. She was a strong woman, the strongest he’d ever seen, and to see her like this was a full 180 of who she was to the public eye. It’s who she was with him all those years ago, soft and open, caring. “That this-... seeing you Obi-Wan” she looked back up at him. “After all these years I thought I was over you, and seeing you tonight I ... I know that I’m not and it’s not right...”

We were sad of getting old, it made us restless

He let out a sigh and shook his head, giving a reassuring smile to her before kissing her head. “It isn’t right...” he started and it crushed her heart instantly. “But that doesn’t stop me from still loving you, it doesn’t stop me from wishing you’d never left all those years ago.” He passed coming to a question he never asked himself until now. “Why did you leave?”

“Windu... he... he knew and instead of taking me and you down from the rank of master he asked me to become a General for the outer rim Jedi...” she sighed feeling almost broken, but slowly picking the pieces of herself up. “I agreed so he wouldn’t expose you, but it got me where I am now.”

“And you’re a legend.... because you wanted to protect me...” he said taking it all in slowly.

“I almost said no, but then you took in Anakin after Qui-Gon and I decided it was for the best...”

It was just like a movie

He nodded and wiped away more of her tears. “You made a good call... but now that’s all over and we are both of the age for marriage given by the council...”

She looked at him in shock as she realized what he was saying. He was right, they’ve both been masters long enough for the Council to approve them of marriage. “I’m still a Sergeant Major of the Jedi Order and you are still a General...”

“And being able to share our love together once again will only make us stronger...” he pushed hair from her face and took her hand. “We don’t have to get married now, or this year or the next. But I don’t think I can go another minutes without having you, 16 years was enough...”

It was just like a song

“Obi-Wan...” she whispered as she moved forward, leaning in. He quickly met her half way, there lips locking together in a kiss that felt like life itself. Her hands moved to his face holding him there, his falling to her waist once more and pulling her closer. It was all just like when they were young.

Like when they would sneak out after training or find themselves in each other’s rooms late at night. They were like reckless teenagers again, stupid and in love. Not caring who saw them or who might find them anymore, because this was a love they wanted to show the world, it was a true love.

Oh god this reminds me

He pulled away first, resting his forehead against hers, looking into her eyes as her eyelashes fluttered at him. The feeling of here really being here, in his arms, in his heart, and in his soul, it was overwhelming. It was pure and a bond he never wanted to loose again.

“I love you...” she whispered only for his ears, only for him. “Oh stars I love you.” She laughed saying that one louder not caring who heard it this time.

“I love you too” he said using his thumb to clean up the smudge of her lipstick, she giggled and wiped it from his mouth as well. He held out his arm for her as he moved away. “Shall we, my love?” He asked and she quickly took his arm holding it securely, showing possession this time, not just the kind gesture as they reentered the ball room, exposing their love.

Of When we were young

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kpoptrashlord-007 · 5 years ago

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The Missing Puzzle Piece; LTM

Birthday Boy Taemin x Reader

Word Count;; 2,2k

Genre;; Smut (Light BDSM, Dom/Sub Dynamics)

Summary;; Sometimes it’s sweet, sometimes it’s soft. … sometimes it’s BDSM.

My Masterlist

The clock struck midnight.

It had officially begun.

While you weren’t quite satisfied yet, you had decided that you’d go easy on him tonight. He would need his stamina if he was to last the next couple of hours, so it benefited you just as much as him. You could hold back your own urges if it meant better sex later on. Unlike a certain someone straining against the silk ribbon that tied his hands to the bedpost, you were well trained.

Taemin had been a good boy for you so far. He had earned a present. For just this once, you’d be a good girl for him and hand over the reigns. That had been the plan at least. You found yourself hesitating as you removed his blindfold. He was panting, the exquisite torture of the last hour taking a toll on his body. Sweat mixed with tears as he stared at you, his eyes hazy with lust and need. He looked like a mess - just the way you liked him.

“It’s midnight.” You pointed at the clock on the bedside table, his eyes following for a brief second before flickering back to you. You waited but no further acknowledgment came. Sighing, you continued, “It’s the start of new day.”

“So?”

“It’s the start of your day.”

“If it’s my day, why did you stop?”

“I ought to punish you for being such a brat” - a very visible shiver trembled across his beautiful skin, his lips following suit with a small quiver. Your whole body screamed for you to pick up where you left off, to tease him until he couldn’t take it anymore and then do it some more - “but it’s your birthday, so I’ll give you a treat. Tell me, sweetie, what does that little heart of yours desire?”

“You.”

“That’s your first wish. I’ll grant you two more.”

“Just you. All I want is you.”

You chuckled as you crawled onto the bed and into his lap, your knees straddling his waist. He was still hard from your prior activities, the material of his low rise briefs straining against his erection. His hips bucked forward. You could feel his warmth now, his entire body pulsing with energy.

“Good answer. I can’t clone myself, though, so tell me…” you paused to tap your fingers along his sides. His breath hitched as you rocked against him, your arse massaging his cock. “Tell me where you want me. Tell me how you want me. Tell me what to do, baby.”

“Fuck.”

“No foreplay first?”

A tinge of pink spread across his face as he examined your form. You were wearing one of the lingerie sets you knew he liked, fitted with a garter belt and lace bustier. As one would expect, it hugged all your curves and boosted all your assets. When you wore it, your body became a feast he couldn’t resist. It was the kind of outfit that made him collapse at your feet and pledge his entire being to worshipping you, and God did it feel good. It really was too bad that you couldn’t play with him some more. You loved to watch him beg, after all.

“Take off your bra. And the straps, take them off. Fuck it, just take it all off.”

Lustful eyes devoured you, taking in every small movement as you stripped. Tugging on his restraints once again, his hands twisted toward you in a desperate attempt to touch your smooth breasts as they bounced free of their confines. The cool air felt nice on your perk nipples, a welcome distraction from how hot the room had become. You wanted to draw out your little show, hold onto your control as long as you could, but as you shimmied out of your panties and presented your naked body to him, you knew it was over.

He could see how wet you were, pussy glistening as you bit your lip and massaged your right breast, twisting the nipple between your fingers. You lifted yourself to your knees, hovering just over his crotch, your free hand snaking around to fondle your clitoris. Your body shook in anticipation. Craving your high, you started a steady pace, your fingers working in tandem as they worked your body just the way you liked.

“Who said you could touch yourself? Stop that,” he tutted, shaking his head in disappointment. You whimpered at the loss of contact but did as you were told. “Untie me.”

“Ah, I knew I forgot something,” you smiled, playing dumb as you freed his bound wrists. He didn’t move his hands other than to rotate and bend them in a quick stretch.

His eyes darkened as he glanced down to his cock. “Now blow me.”

“Yes, sir.”

His eyes widened at the comment, a small gasp escaping his mouth in disbelief. It was the first time in your relationship you had relinquished control and obeyed his orders. By the time you pulled his briefs off, his cock was twitching. His body was in overdrive and just the air hitting his bare skin caused him to hiss through gritted teeth.

Licking your lips and gazing at him with hooded eyes and bated breath, you bowed your head to meet the tip, tongue swirling along the head while your fingers pumped his shaft at a lazy pace. His body tensed. You could feel his thigh under your free hand, the large muscle hardening as he tried to calm himself. After denying him an orgasm less than an hour ago, he was quick to reach the edge once more.

Soft, tender fingers ran through your hair. It helped to ground him, or at least that’s what he claimed. He was struggling to hold out. The last thing he wanted was to end the night early. You’d never let him hear the end of it.

Even so, he hadn’t pulled you off or told you to stop yet, so you began to kiss along the underside of his shaft, gentle and feather-light to match your fingers as they danced along his leg. His mouth clamped shut around his groan, eyes squeezing shut as you licked from the base back to the tip before hollowing your cheeks and taking his length in your mouth. You didn’t bother to hold back. He was unraveling and you knew he only had so much restraint. It was just a matter of time now.

“It’s okay, just let go. You’ve earned it,” you purred, taking a second to breathe before deepthroating him.

Relishing in the feeling of the sudden tightness encasing his cock, he threw his head back and moaned. You gave yourself a mental pat on the back. Taemin wasn’t very vocal. On the rare occasions he was, you knew your technique was perfect.

You gulped a few times for his benefit, humming along to the conversation you were having in your head. Deciding your tongue wasn’t doing enough, you started massaging his length as you bobbed your head up and down. You could feel his fingers tightening in your hair, nails scratching your head as he reached his climax. He provided no warning, but you didn’t need one - you knew Taemin like the back of your hand.

With his dick still hitting the back of your mouth, you hardly needed to swallow his cum as it slipped down your throat. He shuddered out a few more spurts before collapsing back onto the bed. While he was distracted, you rubbed your jaw, glad to be able to relax your mouth.

“Get on your back.”

“Huh?” Your eyes met his. They were burning anew, bright and full of desire, eager and ready to please.

“I want to taste you.”

“You don’t need to, I’m wet enough.”

“Where’d you put that ribbon?” He scrounged around the disheveled bed until he found the silk used to bind him earlier and tossed it at your face. “Why don’t you use that ribbon to gag yourself? I’m finished with that dirty mouth of yours, anyway.”

You weren’t sure where he found the courage to speak to you in that way, but you played along. Glaring at the duvet, you tied a neat bow around the back of your head after placing the material in your mouth. It was an odd sensation and you weren’t fond of how it rubbed along the sides of your lips.

“I’m sorry, did I upset you, baby?”

Perhaps he had picked up on your habits a little too well. You shook your head, denying what was plain as day. Pressing a quick peck to your forehead, you could feel him smirk against your skin. He was enjoying this too much. You were starting to understand exactly how he felt every other night.

Temporary shock locked your joints and muscles as he pushed you down, the suddenness of the action throwing you out of sorts. His hands snaked around your legs. Pulling you toward him, he nibbled and kissed your ankle before moving down, down until his hands were forcing your thighs apart, tongue lapping at your folds. You yelped in surprise. You knew it was coming, but you weren’t expecting it to feel that good.

You wondered if perhaps you should try orgasm denial sometime. Taemin seemed to enjoy it, but you didn’t see the point of it. Until now. At no point during the night had you been close to cumming, yet your body was hypersensitive to his touch just from knowing you couldn’t touch yourself without his permission. You couldn’t imagine how intense it would feel after being denied.

“Are you sensitive, love?”

How he knew was beyond you. You weren’t acting any different than usual. Your thighs were trembling but that could be expected when someone was sucking your clitoris and fingerfucking you at the same time, two fingers stretching your walls while his spare hand kneaded your ass. Even with the gag, your muffled moans and whimpers filled the room.

The tables had turned; he had turned you into a damned mess.

He was three fingers deep, thoroughly fucking you with little effort. Switching between a fast pace and slower one, he would take his time searching for any and every spot that made you writhe beneath him. It didn’t take him long to bring you within inches of your orgasm. Just as you did him, he knew your body inside and out. With his fingers still curled inside you, pressing that sweet spot that made you see stars, you arched your back and came hard.

“Good girl. Now…” Laughing at your exhausted expression, he pulled you up into an embrace. With his lips tickling your collar bone, his breath heavy on your skin, he whispered, “Face down, sweetie. I want to fuck you from behind.”

Not bothering to wait for you to position yourself, and for the second time that night, he pushed you onto the bed. Smooth, cool sheets caressed your burning face. You heard him rip open a condom before standing behind you, rubbing circles along the small of your back. It sounded like he was talking but your pulse was deafening, pounding like a jackhammer in excitement, growing louder and louder until you could focus on nothing else except the closeness of your bodies. You nodded twice just in case he was waiting for some kind of response.

Inch by inch, slow and patient, he slipped inside. His cock stretched you, filling you as if your body was a puzzle and he was the missing piece. Once he was buried to the hilt, he paused, giving you time to adjust. Appreciating every sensation that flooded your senses, you remained still. It wasn’t until you felt fingers entangled within your sweat-drenched hair and you felt his body curve against yours, bent down to whisper sweet nothings into your ear alongside his gentle caresses, the epitome of serenity delivered straight into your very being, that you snapped back to reality.

You wiggled your hips and turned to face him. He looked how you felt; fucked out of your mind yet still horny and raging for another round. His hair stuck to his face and his eyes burned with hunger as he winked down at you. You wanted to roll your eyes, tell him to stop being so cocky, but the words caught in your throat as he started a merciless pace. His hips met the flesh of your arse with every thrust, his touch no longer soothing. He held you in place by the small of your back, his free hand yanking one of your legs out to the side to hit even deeper inside.

You wanted to cry out, scream in ecstasy, praise his technique - fuck, anything to release the tension building with every slam. Every thrust sent a jolt throughout your entire body, from your eyes that were scrunched closed in a mindless daze to your toes curled in pleasure. Time seemed to crawl, slowed to prolong your euphoria, until the pressure in your gut imploded.

He didn’t slow down as you rode out your high, sensitivity returning in full force as you regained your senses. It wasn’t until he noticed you clawing at the sheets and biting back tears that he stopped, though reluctantly. He tutted twice before smacking the plump underside of your arse, the sound reverberating off the walls as he repositioned you, finding an angle with a direct path to your sweet spot.

“Baby, why are you relaxing? We are nowhere near finished.”

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fanfictrashdump · 4 years ago

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Queening a Pawn, 17

((Y’all know the drill. I was supposed to be doing something productive in my life and I wrote this trash, instead))

Summary: During the Time Heist, Loki stole the Tesseract and escaped. He did not expect, however, to be pulled through a Time Loop that delivered him to a Midgard more than a decade older, wiser, and bitterer. Having just lived through his unsuccessful attack in New York, Loki must learn to live in Midgard after the defeat of Thanos (post-Endgame). The question is, who is Loki without a quest for a throne or total domination?

Pairings: Loki x OC

"–out came the sun and dried up all the rain and the itsy, bitsy spider went up the spout, again."

Delilah grinned from ear to ear as she spied into the classroom where the handful of four year-olds were huddled into while their parents were at work. When she was first informed that Loki had volunteered to take the afternoon shift for the pre-school kids, she had feared the worst.

On the best of days, Loki's patience lasted about as long as it took him to drain a full cup of coffee. On others, just about as long as it took his heart to beat. When it came to the imps, as he called them, his tolerance for half-hour stories that went nowhere and non-stop renditions of nursery rhymes was utterly boundless. And so it became that every now and then, when her day was going awful and she needed a pick-me-up, Delilah peeked around the doorway to watch him interact with the kids.

Today, he was chasing after a boy that was covered, head to toe, in finger paint while another child trailed behind singing Itsy Bitsy Spider on a loop. The Asgardian Prince snatched the boy up just before he clambered onto the pristine, white armchair in the corner, ignoring the fact that, he too, was now covered in cheap water-based paint.

With a lazy half-smile, he deposited the boy into one of the seats at the art table, where three other kids were sitting, doing their crafts before snapping his fingers and ridding them both of their colorful mess. Before retreating, he ruffled the boy's hair with a chuckle and immediately took a knee in front of the child trailing him.

"Yes, Aria. You have my undivided attention," he assured and the child repeated her song, seemingly satisfied when he smiled and applauded her at the end as she turned tail and went off to do something else. "Tidy up and go wash your hands. We're having snacks in ten." There was a chorus of acknowledgement around him that made Lilah sigh and smile delightedly at the extra beats her heart skipped. As if sensing the fondness, Loki did a double-take at the door, trying to smother a smile as he skirted towards the door with his hands clasped behind his back. "Wasn't aware I was to be under scrutiny today."

"We like to keep inspections a surprise. Make sure the rules are being followed at all times," Delilah responded with a feigned severity.

"And, is my performance satisfactory?" He leaned against the wall beside her, choosing to cross his arms over his chest, seemingly so he could watch the kids while also flirt. It was never to be said that Loki wasn't good at multitasking.

"Well, there is the small matter of how the child became utterly covered in paint, but I suppose you're passable."

The unspoken challenge drew a wolfish grin from his lips. "Will there be an opportunity for me to prove myself later? I can assure you that I can be more than passable."

"There are literal children here–"

"And I have said nothing untoward. Have I, Miss Delilah?" He pushed away from the wall with a grace that was unfair of such a tall person and turned towards Delilah to bow slightly, fist over heart. "I must feed the children before they riot. See you later?" With a dazed grin still on her face, she nodded and quietly slipped backward into the hallway to walk back to her office.

The grin, however, fell off her face when she opened her door to find Thor frowning at her desk. "I was having such a good day, too," she complained under her breath before plopping down in her chair. "I know I'll regret asking, but why are you so sulky?"

"Nothing. Just mentally preparing myself for the answer to my question: how is my brother doing?"

Delilah furrowed her brow, confused. "Loki? He's doing great. I just left his class he was giving the kids snacks."

"I just wanted to offer my services, should there be any need to–"

"I'm going to stop you right there…" Delilah leaned forward, leaning her face into her hand and sighed. "Last week he learned every child's favorite color and made them each a snowflake that never melts in that color. I think we're fine," she finished in a mock whisper. "I don't want to say this, but you look the littlest bit disappointed that your brother hasn't fucked up."

Thor sighed, shoulders slumped. "It's not that I am disappointed at his current success–"

"You're disappointed you voted to keep him imprisoned. To be fair Cap and Sam voted with you. It wasn't exactly an unpopular opinion, bud."

"But he is my brother."

"He also tried to, you know, take over the world."

"You trusted him."

Delilah gave him a tight-lipped smile. "No. I hoped I could." She chuckled, shaking her head absently. "You know, when Loki taught me how to play chess, there was one thing he said that always stuck with me. I remember him setting the board and staring at me over the pieces. The crux of the matter is this: you can learn the rules and hope that I'll respect them, you can distract me and hope I don't catch on, or you can interest me, and that, pet, is where the game really is," she finished, perfectly imitating his purposeful pronunciation. "A whole new world with a decade full of new things to discover– who wouldn't behave for that? It was practically Loki's wet dream."

Thor made a face at the turn of phrase that did nothing to resolve his already pinched expression. "I wish I were that confident of his behavior."

"I'm not. That's the whole point. Loki will mess up–he's allowed to mess up. He works so hard when he doesn't assume you're waiting for him to fail." She chuckled. "And he's good at his job– great at setting examples. None of the kids are afraid of trying new things because they know they are entirely free to fail."

"Failure is not something to strive for."

"It's better than hiding in the back of a ship with Quill and Rocket," she snapped back and Thor showed surprise at the retort. "Don't dish it out if you can't take it."

"I am performing a duty for the Universe."

"It didn't start out that way, though, did it?" She pressed, single eyebrow raised and the god of thunder shifted uncomfortably. "Bottom line is that your brother is actually an astounding person. You should meet him sometime."

Amidst tense silence and a staring contest, the doorway was filled by the devil, himself, who looked between his brother and his lover with a small notch forming between his brows. "I can sense I am already in trouble. Consider me well and thoroughly lectured, brother dearest," he said to Thor, not bothering for a response before turning to Delilah. "It seems that Byron has thrown up his snack because he insisted on running a lap around the room right after eating. His parents are awful hypochondriacs– do I need to tell them?"

"Yes, but preface with the running and end with the fact that the rest of the kids are fine."

"Excellent. Oh, and Bruce was looking for you. He said he'd be in his lab." With a flirty wink, the clone disappeared from the doorway, leaving Thor and Delilah back in awkward silence.

Delilah smiled quietly, hands folded together upon the desk, while Thor decided if he was going to accept defeat graciously or not. "Was there anything else on your mind, Thor?" She asked when he didn't say anything.

"How… how have you done this?" He asked, heaving a great sigh. "It's like there's a different person occupying his body."

"The really sad part is that there isn't. That's just Loki, except we didn't give him a goddamn chance the first time around."

Thor frowned, looking down at his boots. "You love him."

"Of course I do. How can I not?" Lilah sniffled, scrubbing at her eyes with frustration at the tears that prickled the corners of her eyes. "He's a beautiful creature who thinks he's a monster all because Asgard failed him. They failed him, and you know it."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize to me. You take it up with him," she retorted, harshly. "Now, get out of my office." Thor merely nodded before vacating his seat, and disappearing out the doorway. When he was out of sight, she drew a deep breath, wiping at her eyes and anxiously ruffling her hair. "Stop hiding. I know you're there."

The illusion melted away and from thin air, Loki appeared looking surprisingly sheepish. "I thought you hadn't spotted me." Delilah gave him a look and he raised his hands defensively. "I am aware I should know better." He smiled, taking long steps to close the distance between them before bending to kiss her crown. "Stop fretting over me, darling girl."

"Someone's got to do it. It's not like you fret over yourself!"

"My love, I don't care what Thor thinks. Or the Valkyrie, or anyone in these blasted nine," he argued, carding his fingers through her short hair. "Only you. And if I please you, even if unworthy, I am happy." He kissed her forehead and sighed. "Just you… and that spoiled cat of yours."

"Lilah, do you happen to–" Thor's voice boomed as he crossed back into her office, stopping mid-step at finding Loki with an arm around her slight frame, looking content and soft. "Oh... Brother, do you have a moment…?"

Loki cut his eyes down at Delilah, who shrugged noncommital. "Certainly, Thor." Smiling warmly, he bent once more, pressing a lingering kiss on her forehead and brushing his fingers on her cheek as he straightened. "I adore you, my love," he whispered gently. "I'll find you for dinner, alright?"

Loki followed Thor quietly, hands clasped behind his back. The god of thunder looked conflicted and Loki knew better than to interrupt the man when he was on the verge of emotions stronger than silly giddiness. The hulking blonde stopped just short of the in-house bar, sucking in a deep breath before meeting his blue eyes to his green.

Thor steeled his resolve. "Loki–"

"There's no need, brother. No need to dwell on the past."

The older brother furrowed his brow. "She has done you good. I would have thought you'd relish the idea of having me grovel for forgiveness."

"I just spent eight hours dissolving quarrels because one child stared at another for too long. Being petty for the sake of it is highly overrated," he offered, leaning against the corridor wall with a leg propped up on the surface.

Thor chuckled, nodding absently. "You always did have exceptional patience."

"Yes, you've trained me well in that regard." Loki offered his brother a lopsided smirk in response. "Come. Let's have a drink. I've been on a steady diet of apple juice and mandarin oranges all week."

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move2rabldcur · 5 years ago

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i really wish they didn’t downplay hux’s intelligence and had him killed , like he’s a canon 9.5/10 in smarts , he would’ve known that not leaving with finn and poe would be a DEATH sentence , god the absolute missed chance of having the space nazi as a strategic hostage like... am i the only one? he’s your muse, what do you think about it?

Don’t call him a nazi then go on about him getting on the Falcon in the same ask it makes me feel dirty, call fascists what they are but don’t be uwu space nazi, alright man?

I made this blog with no plans for a redemption arc like he blew the Hosnian system that’s a lot of people died and scattered across the Galaxy without a place to call home, Hosnian is nothing more than asteroid belt now. I don’t think that’ll ever be something that’s just forgiven easily so if he were to get on the Falcon with rest of our intrepid heroes that would be a start redemption arc I’m not 100% sure I want to see, he’s a good villain and him maybe slipping more into the role of chaotic neutral where it’s just “I don’t care about the villains, I don’t care for the heroes, I’m here for me.” so he’s not really on anybody’s side but his own I feel like it’s a good middle ground.

Yeah, he would have been great to give strategies or to improve qualities of ships and weaponry, he could have been the one to explain The Sith fleet since they’re now utilizing the technology he came up with for Starkiller base so he’d know it fairly well and give us actual explanations but that movie had no explanations what-so-ever due to it being a clutter mess, therefore he would be an anomaly, also wayyy too many characters someone they had to kill someone off to introduce another. I mean the lie he gave to Pryde wasn’t too bad but it could have been better, I just don’t think he’d get on the Falcon willingly he was born into the empire it’s his way of life, a dogshit way of life, but a way of life nonetheless, he’s fine with betraying Ren but to actually runaway from the Order that would be a little much for him, I mean there was a chance of him maintaining control and power and he took it and died for hubris.

I know I said Armitage would not be forgiven but guess what that’s not a necessarily an ingredient for redemption, it helps, sure but the definition of redemption is; the action of saving or being saved from sin, error, or evil. Guess what he’s living with his mistakes now babbyyyy

For big war crimes, come big long roads to redemption and here how I would do it personally.

A good redemption arc for Hux would be him learning better and doing better, again 9.5 intelligence, none of this “I fell in love so I’m chill now” (in general thing not dunking on Ren) or death = redemption that movies love to do. Here are the questions I have asked myself, what would make this a good arc:

1 (Where should this arc start?

2 (What would he have to learn?

3 (How much he’d have to change?

1 (Where should this arc start?: I know I already said he’d not get on the Falcon willingly but getting on the Falcon is the best place to start, maybe Finn or Poe rolled higher than a 2 on their persuasion check, maybe they took him as a hostage to make sure they won’t be shot down (bad plan tbh everyone is treated as expendable in the first order) maybe Finn recalls something about how Hux grew up in the unknown regions so they take him for information purposes (I keep seeing people say they are gonna tortured for info but the Resistance is not the Empire and that’s a war crime they would never; Hux is the kind of guy you just have to annoy enough and he’ll cave like chill out.) Either way, get him on that ship. Him being on the Falcon forces him into a spot where his survival relies on our heroes survival, so his reasoning to help is selfish which would be in character.

I agree with what was said about him in the back of that one comic, he’s not justified in any way but he is a product of his environment and he needs to get away from there to have a chance at change.

I don’t think Hux would get along with Chewie, but seeing him playing a game of dejarik with him would be great. I think it’ll take some time for him and BB8 to get along with one another; I see BB8 rolling over his feet constantly. C3p0 and Hux would agree on a lot of things since Poe and Finn keep wanting to do bad ideas and both of them would be stressed the fuck out. D-O abused droid meets abused man, love it.

2 (What would he have to learn?: For starters to embrace individuality. The First Order is so divided of individuality on purpose, they strip you of all singularity and make you earn it through rank, sure he didn’t have it as bad most of the troops because he was Brendol’s son and most the troops viewed him as spoiled (Archex) despite him being abused, maybe they didn’t know, maybe these kids were just used to violence that they don’t know better and that it is wrong to treat your child the way Brendol did, most of these troops were taken away when they were babies so they have no sense of family. Individuality is something Hux learned to fear and to learned to suppress, I don’t think there is an off-work Armitage I think there’s only General Hux which is why he’s an obsessive workaholic with sleep issues; The Order doesn’t need or want him to be a person they need him to lead and inspire their army. We can show his progress with interactions Finn, Hux just keeps calling him Fn-2187, Finn get rightfully upset with him and have that conflict there until around the end of the movie and Hux actually start using his name. If you want this to be a Gingerpliot ship fic you could have Poe help him explore elements of himself like things he likes, how to relax, or his sexuality. Hux being a 34/35 virgin, guess what, not much experimentation happening there, and Poe the space himbo is the right man for every man and woman, he’s bi in my mind.

Something else he has to learn is how to form non-professional relationships, you know how to have casual friends and how to interact with others in a non-military way and to learn to trust other people. He needs to learn how to be a person so bad I can’t stress this enough.

The last thing is learning the Empire is wrong about the Republic and the galaxy isn’t the way they say it is, he was raised on stories of great heroes Imperials and how the Empire saved the galaxy from the chaos of the Clone Wars which sounds like revised history and we should call them on it. He need to know that not everyone in the galaxy is as cruel as the Order and people will do things for others for nothing in return, the Resistance would be a good place for that, however, his mother died during the New Republic’s siege on his homeworld Arkanis (really sore topic for him), well mmh, that’s what the popular head canon is and I dig it cause us an explanation why he hates the Republic and by extension the Resistance so much to have him to learn to separate the two would do him some good.

3 (How much he’d have to change?: He would have to change a lot and it will be for the better, of course, for him to join the Resistance he’d have to relinquish his rank as general and to give up on power, like he doesn’t need so much of it anymore, his life no longer depends on his usefulness and nobody is out waiting for him to fail as well, to have that change in foundation where he can start again and slowly gain trust would be where we see the most change, of course it wouldn’t happen until he learns to care for others, chill on the murder, and give up on his Imperial ideals. His new rank within the Resistance should be an intelligence officer and engineer that’d the perfect rule for Hux. 100% he should live with his actions and learn thats not okay and do better, he may never be forgiven for his actions against the Hosnian system, but it’s about trying, successes is a big bonus he may never have.

Im going to stop here cuz my hands really hurt but I hope you’re satisfied don’t be scared to ask questions.

#❛ 𝙋𝘼𝙏𝘾𝙃 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙈 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃. ≽ * ask.#armitage hux #general hux #this is going in the tags so who ever sent this can see it #sorry for any typos #❛ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙋𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙊𝙈 𝙈𝙀𝙉𝘼𝘾𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙋𝙀𝙊𝙋𝙇𝙀. ≽ * ooc.

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rixxy8173571m3w1p3 · 5 years ago

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A Perfect Mess

This fic is based off chapter thirteen of @matchacakesareforfoxes fic Domesticity: The Random Files

I love their fic and if you haven't already, please go read it and the chapter this fic was inspired by. It was a privilege to write your and I just hope I managed to do it justice @matchacakesareforfoxes

In this fic the reader makes a mess

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You had tried to do this before, but you hadn't tried to do so in this place. In speaking about this place, you meant in the warmth and familiarity of his kitchen; whose tiles, corners, and fascinating collection of mugs were almost known by name; of the items which hadn't been given a name, they still had a purpose but weren't as remembered or remarkable. You've cooked other things here, like lunches and dinners, and breakfast on rare occasions, but baking here had been avoided. It hadn't been because Zeta-7s kitchen was lacking. On the contrary, it was a delightful space and he had all manner of ingredients; you weren't in want of possibilities or lacking imagination, but you held a reluctance.

Talent, for a better word, was not what you had when it came to sweets. It wasn't an art like cooking, but a culinary science which you knew Zeta-7 had studied down to the smallest degree. Still, you were going to try. Oh, but trying was different than doing.

You leaned towards an upper shelf for the bottle of good vanilla and found you couldn't reach. If this hadn't been as much of a surprise as you wanted it to be, you would've accepted his assistance. You would've admired the outstretched arm which would've found no challenge in grabbing the amber bottle; filled with the essence which forever permeated a few of his favorite sweaters and at times was detected on his skin. Yet, those were sentiments which could flourish on another occasion, because you were going to do this on your own.

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Perhaps you should've prayed instead.

The song McArthur Park came to mind when you stepped on the eggshells which missed the trash can. When the baking soda spilled all over the counter you couldn't recall, and you realized you were dusted with flour as though you had applied it like an after shower perfume; you thought maybe you should've quit. Yet, despite losing the recipe you had pinned on Pinterest and the ungodly amount of sugar which had been used, the batter was mixed together and placed in the oven. Great, that was done but now there was the mess. Oh man, where to begin.

Glancing at yourself, you thought maybe you should change, but you'd have to swing by your house to do so. Decisions, decisions; it just felt like too much work. During the span of time when you had wondered as to what you should do, the scent of burning passed your nose. That part though was simple to figure out; the oven was on fire. Wait……the Oven was ON FIRE?!

“RICK!”

Wherever he had been in the house hadn't mattered, for not only did he rush in, but his three robot clones had as well. If you hadn't been so panicked, you might've wondered why they hadn't joined in past cuddle sessions. Zeta-7 wasted no time when he scooped you up in his arms while clones one and two extinguished the fire. "Are y-y-you okay?"

"I'm um… I'm fine, but I'm not sure about the oven."

Clone three removed the burned contents of what would've been cookies, and determined that nothing had been damaged, but it would take a while to clean. Seeing that his robots had it under control, Zeta-7 eased you down onto the couch not caring if you would leave a mess and inspected you until he was satisfied that you hadn't injured yourself. "Ricky, I told you I was fine."

"Y-you're right, I'm s-sorry."

"No," you sighed; disheartened but all the more so embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I can't believe this all happened. I should've asked where the fire extinguisher was first. That, or bought some baking skills at Bed Bath and Beyond. I'm pretty sure you can find it in the abyss of the Beyond section."

Now that death was not imminent, you were a jumbled mess and just babbled as though it would make things better or possibly make sense. Zeta-7 for his part studied you, and the more he did, the more you wished you could crawl under a rock. You deserved to be yelled at, scolded, or anything where you would be punished for daring to believe you could keep up with this man skills. And when he opened his mouth to speak, you thought you were in for it, but instead, he laughed; the kind which spoke of his relief; you hadn't quite expected that reaction. You were partly confused, partly annoyed that he hadn't been upset when he should've been, but your pouting only encouraged his amusement; his laughter filling the house with this happy noise.

When he was like this, you couldn't stand how much you loved him; how you were won over, and enamored by the radiance he exuded easily; all the lines around his eyes and mouth prominent but reassuring of his happiness. Soon enough, having watched Rick collapse over himself with mirth, inspired giggles of your own to bubble forth. It would be a few minutes when either of you was rational; at least enough to explain what had transpired a half-hour before.

You wanted to bake cookies and surprise Rick while he was working. That was it; just bake cookies then surprise Rick with said cookies; possibly earn a few brownie points; any points for that matter, but no, the Baking Gods were against such aspirations for you evidently. Rick for his part, placed his hands lightly on your shoulders and gave them a squeeze, leaning over enough so you both would be eye to eye. “I don't think any Gods had a hand in this, I think y-your power is just too great for baking cookies.”

You tried not to, but you couldn't help it and began another fit of laughter with Rick not far behind. "I don't think I have any powers worth mentioning, but they are weak against chocolate. As well as other things."

The laugh which had been ready to escape him seemed to die as he took a glance at your lips, then away as though whatever thought sprang up in his head wasn't worth elaborating further. You really wished he would've because then you could've elaborated on a thought of your own.

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When you two had found your composure, you set about cleaning up the kitchen together; hopefully, it would be easier now that you had gotten the taste of pyromania out of your system. “Rick, you don't have to stay here. I can clean it up on my own.”

Zeta-7 wouldn't hear of it and simply smiled. "It's okay. Besides, it's no fun cleaning up th-the dishes by yourself.”

You blew a raspberry at him, petulant. "Are you sure? Or is spontaneous combustion also a worry for you?"

"N-no not at all."

“You just don't want me to be in here by myself anymore, huh?” you teased; flashing him a wink.

Confusion; the silent inquisition which occurred when you danced in between the barrier of enigmatic and odd. The questions which he had never came up, for the confusion melted into something like a smirk as he flicked some suds on your nose with the dish sponge. With mock surprise, you grabbed a spoon from the soapy water and placed it under the faucet; effectively splashing him and also yourself. "That did not go as I planned it."

Rick shook his head at you, but instead of responding he dipped his hands in the water and splashed you with more soapy dishwater; you responding in like kind; splashing each other and getting water all over the floor and yourselves; completely soaked in a matter of minutes. You didn't want to know how much worse you must've looked. However, when you calmed a little from your hysterics, you realized he had stopped laughing; lost to his ruminations. You wondered if you had pushed him too far, or if he was upset about the wet floor, but what followed was not what you had expected.

He was staring at you past his drenched bangs, his electric blues immovable in their intensity; this in itself was not uncommon, but it gave him this otherworldly quality; as though they would glow in the dark if the lights went out. The front of his sweater clung to him; the outline of his lean muscles impossible to ignore. You felt warmth in your cheeks; warmer yet when the hand which had been holding a sponge earlier, came up to cup your cheek and an arm was slipped about your waist. "Rick, I'm a mess. You don't…you wouldn't want to..."

"Gosh, y-you're so beautiful." he interrupted.

"What? No," you retorted, trying to pull away from his grasp as though you didn't deserve it. "not like this. I'm a mess and the dishes still need to be washed. If anything, I'm a disaster."

Tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear, he softened. "Y-you're not a disaster."

"Yes, I am. I disrupted your work, almost burned down the house and dirtied your cute sweater."

"Gosh, it was only a-a happy accident."

"In what way?" you wondered.

"I-I got to see you. I don't know when I-I would've stepped out of the garage. Possibly whenever I finished working on my latest invention, but I should've been here instead. We could've baked together."

"I didn't want to bother you. You had your welding helmet on and all those processor chips. I wasn't sure if you were making a computer or a doomsday device, but you were busy. I know how important your work is to you."

"It is important but not as important as you. I'm sorry about that. I - an idea had struck me and I was dying t-t-to get started, but it seems I wouldn't have been able t-t-to get that far anyway since I didn't have all the parts required. This means I-I did have time."

"I didn't know. I just wanted to make you happy with a sweet surprise."

"Gee, I'm happy having you here. That alone is enough. I got t-t-to see a whole new side to you that I haven't seen before. I don't - I'm not talking about the way you're dressed, but unlike those other times we've cooked together, I feel as though I saw the real you. You don't - I know how you feel when it comes t-t-to baking and how frustrating you find it, but finding you there amongst that mess, wearing an apron that's a-a little too big for you and the flour on your cheeks, why it was…"

"A mess." you frowned.

"An adorable mess; a beautiful mess; a-a perfect mess."

"Dear, I don't think those words go together."

"I guess they don't, but I meant it when I said I was glad t-t-to see you're alright, and here all in one piece. That's all I could ask for. I thought an intruder had managed t-to get into the house, or that one of the security bots had malfunctioned, which was why I unleashed my robot clones, but seeing that it was simply a-a cooking accident was the best thing I could've seen because it meant that I-I hadn't lost you."

The hand which had cupped your cheek slipped itself into your hair and smoothed it down, gently, and with purpose. The seriousness which you had seen in his eyes earlier had returned, and the arm around your waist tightened. "Rick," you softened. "it'll take more than burned cookies to take me away from you."

"Really?" he brightened.

"Of course."

Looking at you, in that funny, darling way as he did from time to time, he pressed a kiss upon your temple and lingered there; finding comfort in the closeness. You rubbed his back, and told him it was okay; that you were okay and that he didn't need to worry. Though, in reality, you realized that you needed to be more diligent next time you decided to bake. However, knowing that he had your back if you put yourself in danger again was comforting in its own right.

And when it seemed that he had been comforted enough, he pulled away a little, only to return with an unknown confidence and captured your mouth in a soft kiss; his insistence winning you over, and made you forget what it was either of you was supposed to do; all there being was you, him, and the fading world. Entranced, you seemed to mold into him, and melted with every second that passed. If you hadn't needed to breathe, there wouldn't have been any force in this universe that could've made you two part. Yet, part you would, and when he pulled away, you wondered. "What about the dishes?"

Whether he was aware of it or it was done unconsciously Zeta-7 chased after your retreating mouth. With cheeks aflame, he answered before kissing you again. "The dishes can ugh - can wait."

Fin

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cockbiteproductions · 5 years ago

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primed to scream PRIMES! PRIMES! PRIMES!!

f i just typed the answer to most of these questions and chrome crashed so christ i have to fucking retype all these but much condensed because i am lazy.

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

chocolate bars. but only milk. my mom buys exclusively Very Dark Chocolate though so i usually just stare at those and Wish.

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

well bubblegum or cotton candy flavored stuff neither they both taste nauseating. if we’re talking about the actual stuff then bubblegum because i can pop it. this actually reminded me i have gum in the pantry from the beginning of the semester i havent even opened yet so now my roommates have you to thank for popping noises the next hr or so

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

soda bottles because i dont like to drink soda quickly and so i want to close it and not let the carbon dioxide escape. soda cans a close second because it’s satisfying to open the tab.

7. earbuds or headphones?

wired earbuds because headphones are too big and clunky and you cant easily lay on your side with headphones on. but if my next pair of earbuds break within a month i might consider Switching because ive had 3 break on me in the past month and half and im at my wits end with earbuds.

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

i dont eat much for breakfast cause i want to sleep in until the last possible moment and i get stomachaches when i eat a lot in the morning but ill eat a piece of bread and yogurt maybe.

13. lanyard or key ring?

key ring but that’s just because i havent used a lanyard before. i think i would like a lanyard. im constantly looking for my keys in bags.

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

this pair of black sandals that i have tan lines on my feet from how much ive worn them

19. sleeping position?

ill sleep however... i like sleeping on my left side. on my stomach with my head to the right. on my back with my arms crossover my chest to keep warm. at the end of the bed with my head where my feet should be. i dont move at all when i sleep so freshman year when i had a lofted bed i think my roommate was a bit concerned in the beginning when i refused a bedrail because she thought i might fall. i never fell which was nice.

23. strange habits?

oh man idk i probably have a lot of those but nothing i can think about right now when im being put on the spot.

in elementary school i used to refuse to step on the yellow tiles at school.

29. best way to bond with you?

talk to me about the stuff i love!!!! and watch the stuff i love with me!!!! i am always down to [whatever the rabb.it replacement is these days] stuff with people and just generally both yell at each other and be passionate about stuff. currently what im passionate about is the stuff im screaming over at @winstonbillions so talk to me about that stuff!! please. i am always 3 seconds from screaming about ANY of that stuff.

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

idk about outfits to kick ass and take names but i have outfits where i get my ass kicked and name taken aka what i wear to exams. which is my tower of pimps shirt which ive deemed lucky. is it lucky in any way? no, but i’m hoping if i wear it enough to exams it might.

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

duffel bag. suitcases are so large and unwieldily. that reminds me i have a suitcase of winter clothes in my trunk i need to take out.

41. last person you texted?

as in actual texts on my phone? that would be my dad. asking him if i should drop my class im failing.

as for the last person i instant messaged, that would be one of my mutuals through my musical theater sideblog im currently yelling at about [musical theater related interest]. im not kidding guys talk to me about the stuff i post about on @winstonbillions PLEASE

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

2 months ago i would have said hoodie but im kinda becoming a cardigan kind of person now. theyre just Soft and and Long and Casual and i love them. hoodies are too hard to take off.

47. favorite type of cheese?

mild cheddar, american, and mozzarella. i actually only Recently started cataloging cheeses in my brain to their actual names so for my entire life i was like i just like cheese even though there are certain ones i hate like swiss and blue cheese.

53. what is the current state of your hands?

a bit cold and a bit tired from typing all the answers to all these asks tbh. but other than that good. i just cut my nails because they were atrociously long.

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“worm” or “fuck” or “no!” according to my roommate

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

oh my ogdokh oym ogdos sd fdospohm to mo edf ucmign fugod mfyo uacant just ask me this im going to absolutely die

in absolutely no order, all from completely from memory, and favorite for a variety of different reasons

“fuck you, math man. if you’re such a genius why can’t you count to loyalty” - mafee in 4x11 lamster billions

“captain, he think, and feels that much more powerful” - luminousbeings in you don’t have to (say yes) the star trek fic

“more than you know, i understand wanting to walk away from the jedi”“i know.” - anakin skywalker and ahsoka tano in 5x12 the wrong jedi star wars the clone wars

“i won’t leave you, not this time.” “then you will die” - ahsoka tano and darth vader in 2x12 twilight of the apprentice star wars rebels

“there is nothing so pure as a man on a mission. when faced with the fire, never quivers or runs. there is nothing so noble as sticking together, for lonely is the life lead when sticking to its guns." - narrator in bloodsong of love by joe iconis

“now i’ve got myself a name and i’m ready to risk it with a battle cry disguised as a sing-along” - never heard nothing by joe iconis

“i’m frickin done with being the loser, the wuss, the underdog. being the misfit, the old school analog. being the oddball, the weakling freak. the failure, the sucker, the please-don’t-speak. oh i can’t hardly wait for the moment when i’m not the loser the geek or whatever, ever again” - jeremy heere in be more chill by joe iconis

“i’m tired of being the person that everyone thinks that i am” - various in be more chill by joe iconis

“q is for quantitative, baby!” - winston in 4x12 extreme sandbox billions

“the cheering is just as important as the song” - lisa and ms. werring in the black suits by joe iconis

“first, best destiny” - spock in star trek ii wrath of khan

“be proud of your place in the cosmos. it is small, and yet it is. how unlikely. how fantastic, and stupid. and excellent.” - cecil in welcome to night vale old oak doors part b

“are we living a life that is safe from harm? of course not. we never are. the questions is are we living a life that is worth the harm?” - cecil in welcome to night vale parade day

“as I turned and my eyes beheld you, i displayed emotion. i beg forgiveness.” - spock somewhere in star trek tos

“the sky collapsed without a sound. these broken pieces hit the ground. the rain fell down around me and i drowned, but i will save you.” - part of me from dear evan hansen

“this is, after all, the story of how i died” - epsilon in the rvb13 trailer

“and while the law has many punishments for the atrocities we inflict on others, there are no punishments for the terrors we inflict on ourselves.” - the director in the s6 finale of red vs blue

that was in no way an exhaustive list but all i could think of at the moment

67. good luck charms?

not really any tbh. i try to wear my tower of pimps shirt whenever i take an exam but that’s about it.

71. least favorite pattern?

what does this even fucking mean?????? i will say the observer design pattern in programming because i don’t understand it well despite having used it twice now.

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

oh god idk why are all these questions getting harder. nothing i can think of at the moment.

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

i say school id tentatively, but neither of them looks great. my school id photo was a selfie.

83. writing or drawing?

writing. i wish to GOD i could draw and i probably could if i put in the amount of time i need to to learn how to draw but im a lazy bastard. but i’m not that great at writing either as i’ve found out. everything is way too short and out of character and too venty and i am weird about letting people i know read what i write (sorry @ all the people who keep asking me to let them read my writing. it’s not that great you’re not missing out at all and i hate the Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known) and i abandon ideas literal minutes after getting them.

89. who would you put before everyone else?

what the fuck kind of question is this?????? i GUESS the answer should be me but uh i am not even putting myself before myself as i am procrastinating on a shitload of homework with this. i guess my “close” friends. they’re pretty chill. but generally ill do anything for anyone all you have to do is ask.

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

4, my own, my home landline, my dad’s cell, and my dad’s work.

#not rt #teresa answers stuff #long post #jesus christ sorry for the infodump #Anonymous

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BnHA Chapter 149: Villain Island

Previously on BnHA: Twice confronted Nighteye with a clone of Rappa. Nighteye proceeded to beat his ass using rubber seal stamps, incidentally revealing his surprisingly cut washboard abs. Night then blasted away part of Twice’s mask, forcing Twice to retreat in a panic. His personality disorder started to get the better of him, but then Toga showed up and tied a bandana around the missing part of his mask, and it calmed him down and was also the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Twice briefly flashbacked to the League of Villains meeting when Tomura announced that Togawice would be lent out to the Eight Precepts. Twice was against this because it turns out he feels responsible for introducing Overhaul to the League and getting Magne killed (and Compress maimed, but no one cares about him). Toga wasn’t keen on it either, but Tomura somehow won them both over by smiling and making it seem like he had a plan in the works. Whether he actually does is anyone’s guess, but damned if it wasn’t convincing. Anyway, so now Toga and Twice are fed up with the Precepts’ general incompetence, though, and are ready to turn on them. And I’ve never been so excited for a plot twist in my whole damn life.

Today on BnHA: Flashback!Overhaul meets Togawice for the first time and asks them about their quirks. The Precepts then ask if Tomura plans on betraying them, and Twice and Toga are all, “[shifty eyed glance] nope, nothing to see here. no impending betrayals on our end, no sirree.” This apparently is good enough for Overhaul, who asks them to sit tight and wait for further orders. Back in the present, Irinaka makes one last-ditch effort to crush the remaining heroes in his accursed hallway. However, Toga gets him to reveal his true body, and Deku and Aizawa immediately attack. With Aizawa having finally neutralized his quirk, Irinaka is detained. We then cut to Mirio, with time rewinding back to show what happened immediately after he went forward on his own and caught up with Overhaul.

But the real star of this chapter is the omake at the end. Kurogiri takes it upon himself to improve solidarity among the League by taking them all on a mandatory outing to an uninhabited island to engage in a survival trial. Tomura spends the entire time lounging on a couch, Dabi unleashes his inner Bear Grylls, Toga steals a bikini, and tbh I kind of wish we could get an entire manga series of just this. But we’ll just have to settle for these four pages, I guess.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 178, now. If I’d known yesterday’s Superbowl would end up somehow being more boring than this entire arc, I would have never bothered taking the day off. But, well, hindsight.)

no, I don’t mind at all

by the way what exactly is going on here with Twice and these handcuff-looking things that I’m not actually sure are handcuffs. because that cord looks more like an earjack cord. but why is it coming from the bracelet like that. I basically have so many questions about this image, and am now also more closely examining exactly why Twice chose a skintight bodysuit as his villain costume

(ETA: I have no excuse. he’s fought with them before and everything; I just never noticed.)

more villain flashbacks!!

but this time it’s T&T introducing themselves to the Eights

“I’m never gonna forgive you, so it’s a pleasure to be working with you” ahaha. classic Twice. this is the kind of iconic bullshit that I’m reading this manga for

Overhaul’s apologizing for killing Magne and says he didn’t want to

but if you really felt that way you could have easily put her back together again, you sociopath

oh my god look at this though??!

holy shit. so she really is another canon trans character, and it’s treated seriously too. I mean, obviously it’s not perfect, and it also sucks that she got killed off, but I’m so used to LGBT manga characters being treated as comedic relief at best, so this frank statement of “hey you misgendered my friend, get it right” and it being totally serious is actually really refreshing

also what is Viz going to do when they get to this chapter. most likely change it up entirely I’ll bet. fucking Viz

anyway, so Twice is all “so now what” and Overhaul says he and Toga just have to follow his orders

he’s also asking for the details of their quirks

but Toga is all “we’ll tell you if and when it’s needed because fuck you”, and have I mentioned I love her???

but holy shit though

bud. are you like, okay. jesus christ

so Twice has decided he hates this and he’s not going to say anything

so naturally the very next thing he does is explain his quirk in great detail!!

holy shit this is an unexpected info dump

once again Horikoshi is all “I see your questions and I will answer them in due time.” so it was a tape measure!! has he had these this whole time?

just went back and checked. yes he has. unbelievable

still waiting on an explanation for that skintight bodysuit though

some of this goes against what we previously knew about his quirk, though. this is the first time a two-thing limit has been brought up, and that seems to go against the whole Calvin and Hobbes “I made a bunch of clones of myself” thing that we know he did way back when (and which he’s also referencing here, as I assume it’s the reason he no longer makes copies of himself). maybe the limit only applies to things/people that aren’t him?

this reminds me a lot of Momo’s quirk in that he needs to know a lot about the object before duplicating it. which means he’s definitely a lot more intelligent than he sometimes comes off as

I mentioned a couple chapters ago that Toga is extremely intelligent as well, and now I’m wondering if Tomura realizes just how lucky he is to have all these smart crazy people on his side. we’ve seen the quality of Overhaul’s own followers, by contrast, and the League most definitely has them beat

anyway! so Toga’s staring at Twice in annoyance for going off like that right after she made a big deal of not telling Overhaul anything

she says he made her look stupid

OMG YESSSS so now she’s going into the details of her own quirk after all omggggg

look at the damn hoops Horikoshi’s making himself jump through all because he made the decision not to do any villain bios. well it’s your own damn fault

I’m starting to understand why Deku keeps all these notebooks

the bit about the transformation time being proportionate to the amount of blood she consumes is extremely interesting and relevant, and now it makes sense why she had that weird gizmo to suck as much blood as possible

I would estimate she got maybe a cup of Ochako’s blood, so we can assume she can transform into her for up to 1 day if needed. but as for Deku, we saw in chapter 114 that she only managed to get like a couple drops worth

one drop is about .05 ml, which is about .0002 cups. so she can transform into Deku for .04% of one day unless I fucked that math up (which is highly possible)

what is that, like a couple seconds?? because if so, holy shit but I’ve been vastly overestimating her ability to wreak mindbendy havoc on our heroes

also does she have to drink the blood right before the transformation for best results? if she drinks someone’s blood but then doesn’t transform into that person right away, does she eventually lose the ability even if she doesn’t transform into them? or can she store that “energy” and use it whenever she likes?

basically this is awesome to be getting so much information here, but now if anything I’ve just got more questions

(ETA: for real. either I really did calculate that wrong, or she got more of Deku’s blood than I thought, or Horikoshi is the one that fucked up the math lol. oh well, it’s easy enough to just shrug and go along with it)

anyway! I almost forgot there was still a chapter going on

so now Overhaul’s henchman is casually asking if Tomura is planning to betray them. well duh

very convincing. well done

anyway, Overhaul seems satisfied for the time being, but he’s telling them they’ll have to stay in the underground HQ until they receive their orders from him. so basically house arrest

and now he’s leaving and Mimic is having a total power trip

seriously dude, simmer down

he’s babbling on about the yakuza getting revenge and “taking back society’s reins from the shadows” and fulfilling the dream of their bedridden boss

and now I think we’re back in the present

and this lil fellow is, as you’ll recall, the guy who’s currently controlling all the shifty walls of the underground HQ while all hopped up on quirk-enhancers

Toga and Twice are having a conversation mid-somersault about how they’re gonna let the heroes take out the Precepts for them. I think

meanwhile Aizawa is asking Deku if he also heard the crazy voice coming from the walls which is, as Deku surmises, Irinaka’s voice

ohhhh I see, if they can pinpoint where the voice is coming from then they can find Irinaka’s real body and like punch him until he quits being an asshole and dragging out the arc with his stupid quirk

do you know, I just realized that basically this entire thing is his fault, and just like that he’s my least favorite character. that’s right. you beat out Stain and even Mineta, because Mineta only ever hijacks like a page or two at a time at most. certainly not a dozen chapters in one go

but anyway, the voice is echoing too much for them to pinpoint it

meanwhile the cops are freaking out because they’re about to get crushed

I can’t figure out why Mimic didn’t just actually crush them all to begin with and be done with it. unless it’s just that he didn’t want the full force of the law bearing down on their organization and seeking justice for dozens of cop murders

HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS TOGA IS TAKING MATTERS INTO HER OWN HANDS

NEVER SEND A BUNCH OF SO-CALLED HEROES TO DO A VILLAIN’S JOB

HOLY SHIT WHAT’S HAPPENING NOW. IRINAKA IS SCREAMING INCOMPREHENSIBLY AND DEKU SEEMS TO HAVE HEARD IT AND IS NOW RUSHING TOWARD THE SOURCE OF THE NOISE

AHHHHH DID HE DO IT???

I CAN’T TELL IF HE GOT HIM. SURELY THAT SMASH WASN’T JUST FOR SHOW

OH MY GODDDDD

YESSSSSSSSSSSS

AND T&T ARE WAVING AT HIM GLEEFULLY AS HE FALLS

I LOVE EVERYTHING HOLY SHIT

the amount of relief I’m feeling right now can accurately be described as “overwhelming” and it’s amazing

because he’s SUCH A GOOD FUCKING PERSON, Deku is catching Irinaka as he falls, because this is BnHA where a fall from a great height onto a bunch of rocks actually will kill you

and please tell me the rooms are back to normal now omg

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

THANK YOU MANGA GODS

HOLY SHIT!!!!!

MIRIOOOOOOOOOO

holy shit. holy fucking shit, finally. finally

FLYING SOLO AGAINST THE FINAL BOSS HOLY SHIT

so is this the part where we find out Mirio is fucking dead omg. holy shit. but you know what, I don’t even care, because we’re finally up to the good stuff and no more bullshit. I feel another binge coming on

BONUS:

oho, what’s this? “special jump outing��?

I don’t know where to fucking start omg

first of all, I’ve actually been impressed with their solidarity thus far so this is news to me

second, I can’t with how their idea of team bonding is “let’s build a house from scratch together on an uninhabited island”

third KUROGIRI WHAT ARE YOU WEARING

cutie

I swear to god if they keep up these antics I’m downgrading their name from “League of Villains” to “Villain Squad Jr.”

Tomura is trying to remind us all that he’s For Reals Evil but idk

on the one hand, we actually have seen this guy kill a man with his bare hands. but on the other hand, it was revenge for Magne, and he hasn’t killed anyone else that I can think of, aside from probably his parents by accident

and also my favorite of all the villains is the only one who is for sure a psychotic serial killer, so it could just be that I don’t actually care

so Kuro is telling Tomura to be less strange, and announcing that the first order of business is to secure a water source

are you telling me you came to this random island to build a house and you don’t even know where you’re building it yet

and now there appears to have been some kind of cut, and Tomura is drinking ginger ale. fucking ginger ale. you’re not evil at all, are you

I can’t believe I was actually worried about what these guys might do to Bakugou if they kept him. their idea of torture is probably less fingernail-pulling and more “let’s make him watch a bunch of Kay Jewelers commercials until he cracks.” which to be fair would break me pretty quickly

(ETA: although Tomura did get pretty hardcore there with Overhaul at the end! but I mean, Overhaul was a total prick you guys. that doesn’t count)

and now he’s tied Kurogiri to a tree and is just making him warp over whatever they need

everyone please look at this panel of Dabi wearing overalls

“unexpectedly into it”

this is the most damning evidence yet that he’s definitely related to Shouto

you go Dabi. I feel like he’s learned all about how to survive on a tropical island by like watching Moana a bunch of times or something

consider the coconut, consider its tree, we use each part of the coconut, that’s all we neeeeed

meanwhile Tomura is reading a magazine on a couch on the beach

Toga is wading in the ocean and her overalls got wet so she’s changing into a bikini

did we ever confirm she was really responsible for those serial murders. it could have been someone else. you never know

anyway she stole the bikini and Kurogiri is acting all shocked like “omg this girl really stole a bikini” but like. what else is she gonna do. pay for it like a normal person

don’t tell me you guys were actually legitimately leasing that bar this whole time. Kurogiri probably actually had his liquor license

so Toga is legit frolicking, and Tomura is playing a PSP or something. with the hand still on his face. how can you even see the screen

and now Dabi has caught them all lazing about and he’s throwing a fit

he’s even doing teamwork

now he’s lecturing Dabi on what’s really important

I think they probably would have turned off the Kay Jewelers commercials after like five of them or so and been all “okay I hope you learned your lesson.” and then if he still didn’t want to join them they would have been all “fine then but it’s your loss” and given him a ginger ale and sent him back home

so now Kurogiri is rescinding all rules and letting them all do their thing

Villain Squad Jr. it’s fucking official

and that’s the end of the strip. but the bonus material is still continuing because FA has been doing these translations of the character book! and the next page is amazing oh my god

YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND, IN THE FUTURE WHEN I INEVITABLY START TO WRITE FANFIC ABOUT THIS STUPID ADDICTIVE SERIES THIS IS A FUCKING REFERENCE GOLDMINE

right away I feel like a good 75% of fanfics are slightly off because U.A. has compulsory Saturday classes. say goodbye to your weekend getaway antics

they don’t actually have much homeroom time with Aizawa in the morning. what subject does he actually teach? I need someone to tell me, I refuse to believe Horikoshi hasn’t established this in canon by now. it’s probably somewhere in this very book

(ETA: I STILL NEED TO KNOW THIS. I’M STILL GOING TO INSIST IT’S ART IF HORIKOSHI DOESN’T CORRECT ME)

anyway, that’s it for today, but that was awesome. on I go to chapter 150

#bnha #boku no hero academia #twice (bnha)#toga himiko #shigaraki tomura #kurogiri #dabi #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #in hindsight I think chevy 'REAL PEOPLE!!! NOT ACTORS!!!' commercials would be even worse torture than kay jewelers #though that might have aroused too much rage in him and accidentally powered him up #although they could have immediately put him back to sleep by just making him watch the damn superbowl last night #not to beat a dead horse but my GOD that was bad #ah well it's all in the past now #I'm gonna go finish this class 1-A band AU arc

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