#like either scarab is His

[imaginepostingonsideblogs]

i did actually rewrite the bottom one quite a few times bc i couldn't get it quite right shdjf i know chat i promise i know she isn't "her own" "person" i promise

don't cancel me abt this guys 😤

[asher-more-like-trasher]

Scarab sketch dump

[zhongli-lover-69]

WRIOTHESLEY IS HERE

[strangestcase]

tomblr discourse in the monster high universe must be something else.

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💝​ lalalala Follow

What would I do without cherry smoothies... probably die again 💔​

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Of freaking course the frilly daywalker is a vegan 😒​ bet you do witchcraft too you dirty hippie

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🝢🜊🝣🝗🜚🝰

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WTF is that lol

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i t burns. wh at did you do to me .

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^-^

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🧠​ msdeadfast Follow

Ok but Dead Fast: Night of the Living (2002) has no business being considered the worst Dead Fast movie when the MCU (Murder Cinematic Universe) not only retconned his origin story to make him a virus zombie rather than a curse zombie (which throws off his entire arc about being something more than his deeds!) AND made him be allied with B.L.I.G.H.T. of all organizations because Like say what you will about NOTL and the forced heterosexual romantic plot but at least 1) it gets what makes Dead Fast a hero and 2) GIVES HIS LOVE INTEREST A PERSONALITY AND SOMETHING TO DO

🕷️ 8legscomix Follow

Literally

Also they made the villain Dr. Igorable's motivations so laughable like..... so his wife got turned into a zombie and he wants to cure her? Ok? Did she ask for it? She doesn't even have any groaning lines. Im not even a zombie but that was offensive as hell. Like in the original comics he wants to straight up undo all forms of zombism forever

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NO FR LIKE....... so suddenly the eugenics obsessed human is tragic because being a zombie must be such a tragedy you guyyyysssss -_- and wanting to get rid of an entire monster type is ok. I swear that movie has turned monster attitudes towards zombies back into the 80s

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I am not sure if I'm overstepping here but, furthermore, the addition of Pendulum to the movie was unnecesary. Stereotyping shapeshifters as untrustworthy and traitorous is something of a past era. Either leave the character behind, or change it entirely.

🧠​ msdeadfast Follow

Jackson I love you and I love your takes. but you type like a Victorian in his deathbed ;-;

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The MCU is so dreadful, it's irrevocably turned me into one.

#It has also substracted years off my lives.

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🦈​🦐​🐠🪸​​🐡​🐟​

^ aquarium!

#lagoona's originals #ocean #sealife #ah-! so refreshing <- aesth tag

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🔥 666firepit666 Follow

Not to vague anyone but some of you have to shut the freak up about the ocean. You don't see me making little dioramas of the Malebolge because I'm not a little cringelet like you lmao

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If you don't freaking love the ocean don't follow the ocean tag. Yes that goes for @666firepit666, square up and fight me if you're so brave Heath!!!!

#lagoona's originals #personal #more skulls for my skull collection!!!

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Day 1 no toxic doomed yuri

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WRONG SIDEBLOG

#stop reblogging this

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🔩​ stitchez Follow

Got a new arm! Can't wait to try it out!

🐯 ninelives Follow

try it out how 🤨​

🔩​ stitchez Follow

Building a wretched creature out of corpses, of course!

🔩​ stitchez Follow

OH that was a double entendre! You should be ashamed of yourself!

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I would never use my arms for violent purposes!

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🔥 666firepit666 Follow

Lagoona dragged me into the pool and now my hair is out 😡​

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Skull issue.

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skull issue

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Skull issue. Take the L

💝​ lalalala Follow

Skull issue ^-^

🐯 ninelives Follow

skull issue lmao

🔩​ stitchez Follow

Skull issue! I dont know what that means but I'm sure it relates to your experience!

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SKULL ISSUEEEEEEEEE !!!!!!!

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Your own cousin 🥲​

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I AM NOT RELATED TO ANY BALD PEOPLE

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💎​ scarab-g1rl Follow

Alright, who stole my sinister amulet?

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can I have blue beetle headcanons of Jaime's lover who is adored by Khaji Da and maybe the scarab tends to always encourage Jaime to stay by his lover's side at all times?

It took a bit for Khaji-Da to warm up to you, but during this time the scarab would become a silent spectator to your relationship with their host. Khaji-Da bore witness to the sweetest moments of your relationship where you both unabashedly showered the other in an abundance of love and support in the others ambitions, dreams and aspirations; wholeheartedly believing in the others capabilities to do anything and everything.

However the one that stuck out to the scarab came down to the time you found out about Jaime was Blue Beetle at possibly the worst way. It was during his hardest fight to date against a strong villain that seemingly had him down for the count with how unnerving it was to see an unmoving Jaime. So much so that you disregarded your current circumstances to call out to your boyfriend, hanging onto hope that you could give him the strength to send this villain packing.

‘Come on Jaime, you need to get up! I want you to get up so I know you’re okay because I don’t want to continue this life without you! You’re the strongest person I’ve ever had the pleasure of getting to know. You’ve persisted through so much whereas anybody else would’ve given up and I’m not allowing you to give up now! Not when you’ve come so far! And you, Scarab, if you can hear me, I don’t want you giving up either! You both have got what it takes to win this fight! Now I want both of you to get back up and fight until that bastard doesn’t have the strength to stand back up!’ Your cries were enough to urge both Jaime and Khaji-Da to get back up and finish the fight; emerging victorious.

Khaji-Da: you heard your lover, Jaime Reyes.

Jaime: I heard them, now let’s go kick some ass.

Ever since then Khaji-Da had grown fond of you and Jaime couldn’t help but find it hilarious with how you had a sentient scarab, whom that wanted nothing more then to stay within close proximity of you at all times. Not that Jaime was complaining, he’d love being by your side constantly but has found himself being the one to tell you everything Khaji-Da is saying to him within his head.

Ngl he kinda felt like he was the odd man out but with a few of your special kisses and cuddles, that was all soon well and truly forgotten about.

Jaime: why do you want me near them all of the time, they’re safe and sound. We got rid of that villain weeks ago, so what’s your deal?

Khaji-Da: you should stay by your lover for as long as you can Jaime, for despite the danger having been subdued and peace resorted, I still wish for you to enjoy the simplicity of your courtship. They’re good for you.

Jaime muttering to himself* did I just get a blessing from a scarab to continue dating my partner?

Again Jaime wasn’t one to complain about spending more time with you, if anything the moment Khaji-Da suggests that he spend the day with you, Jaime was already two steps ahead and was already bolted down to your house before Khaji-Da could finish speaking.

Khaki-Da is also very protective over you, so that whenever the Scarab thought you were in danger, they’d take over from Jaime and get in between you and whatever Khaji-Da thought posed a threat to you. Jaime is embarrassed, like extremely so but you couldn’t help but find it funny with how quick Khaji-Da was to go on the offence when an innocent puppy came up to sniff you.

Jaime: I am so fucking sorry, that was all Khaji-Da, not me.

Khaki-Da: and I’d do it again. The puppy was encroaching on our territory.

Jaime: IT WAS A PUPPY-

Needless to say not only do you have the most perfect boyfriend but also an overprotective sentient scarab that will not leave you alone. They’re a package deal. You want the cute boy, you also get the scarab attached to his back for free. Literally.

[radiance1]

So you know that thing about Sam being a plant goddess? Where she was basically Te Fiti and was made of plants and was a giant woman?

Now imagine that, but Tucker. Except he's made of Sand. How did this come to be? Weeeeeeell, Tucker may or may not have absorbed the powers the Scarab Scepter.

And may or may not have also consumed Hotep Ra in a battle of wills where he managed to overpower him with a great surge of willpower.

Tucker became something more than human, his flesh literally turned into sand and everything he could've done with scepter he could do by himself since he, you know, absorbed it powers into himself. He also has the powers of Hotep Ra since he, well, consumed him too.

Except he can also summon Hotep Ra to be his true servant now. The ghost is now fully under his thumb and wouldn't be able to plot against him or anything of the like, you could basically say that he's bound to Tucker after Tucker consumed and basically claimed his soul.

So, Tucker gets thrown into the DC universe, most likely either an accident with his powers, a portal, or both. He doesn't exactly know where he is, so he does some research and finds out that this place has heroes, villains, extraterrestrial beings and even gods and demons!

So what does Tucker do when faced with all of this? He starts looking at all the technology, the companies, everything.

He also, hacks into various government buildings and leaves before anyone could trace his location. He hits a small snag when he encounters 'Oracle' and he had to retreat earlier than he had planned to after Oracle nearly managed to get an accurate handle on his location.

Hit an even bigger one when he tried to hack into Mount Justice and for some reason encountered Oracle again and he had to retreat. Except, that his location was found, and he had to leave right away.

He left Hotep behind to occupy them while he made his getaway.

Cut forward to a while later, where Tucker infiltrated a place to get his hands on a piece of tech and was currently hacking into it when said place was once again infiltrated by none other than the team of Young Justice. So, obviously the first thing Tucker decided to do was throw Hotep Ra at them while he continued trying to hack into the tech so he could take it for himself.

Only for Oracle to once again pop up, cause him severe problems, and ultimately managed to stop him from hacking into the tech long enough for everything to be wiped clean and nothing left for him to claim.

He then turned quite a lot of things into sand from frustration, he had an admiration for Oracle yes, but they were being a pain. So he called back Hotep Ra to his side and turned into sand to leave the facility behind.

Only to be faced with the Justice League themselves.

[ynbabe]

Hii

Can you please do young justice incorrect quotes about a reader they really shy but sassy and they a torn invisible.

Thx

Hiii ofc! I'm loving the young justice requests they're all my emotional support scrunklys

Also readers' definitely more sassy than shy but hey we love em anyways

Y/n, turning visible in the kitchen after watching Jaime throw a PB&J at Impulse: You need to stop.

Scarab, talking for Jaime: or what? You're gonna try to make us feel like a disappointment? Bad for you that we’re not in need of your approval.

Impulse: Yeah the fuck you are!

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Y/N, judging: how does it feel to be the smartest of the group considering that the Impulse is obviously in love with Tim?

Jaime, in love with Y/N: shut up.

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Impulse, trying prank Y/n: so who is he?

Y/N, trying to piss everyone off: his work wife.

Jaime, in front of Nightwing: you're not my work wife. You are a man-

Y/N: Husband then.

Jaime 'Why can't my shy boyfriend be shy around goddamn Nightwing' Reyes: you're not my husband either.

Y/N, fake gasping: so this is just an affair for you?

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Y/N @ Jaime, not knowing the poor boy has a crush on him: I mean ... You piss Tim off so much that one day I'll have to marry you just to make him angry.

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Y/N, getting stuck at Party without Impulse, Jaime or Tim: they always said that my personality would take me in bad place in life.

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Impulse, about Jaime, when they first met: why don't you like him? I mean, he is as snarky as you.

Y/n, stuttering: are you kidding? I don't not like him!.

Impulse: you may want to stop turning invisible every time he enters the room then.

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Tim, team leader, doing his team leadering, fighting off a breakdown, as usual: Y/N you're gonna talk to them.

Y/n, feeling shy and turning invisible: why me? Why not Impulse or Beetle?

Tim: Because usually, Beetle blows something when talking doesn't work.

Y/n, about to cry, sighing: true.

Tim: and people want to drown Impulse when he talks.

Y/N, feeling sassy again and turning visible: also true.

[j4gm]

SPOILERS!!! REFERENCES AND EASTER EGGS IN F&C ep. 8: JERRY

The last of four posts for today.

This episode has a very dark setting. This is the universe where The Lich wished for the extinction of all life. There is nothing here. This establishing shot features the Squirrel's apple cart, from a few episodes ago, but he is long dead and it is long abandoned.

We are introduced to a new cosmic entity, Orbo, who is Scarab's boss but is not to be mistaken for Prismo's boss, whose identity remains a mystery.

Simon name drops a whole bunch of magical items from the original Adventure Time series; the Armour of Zeldron from Blood Under the Skin, the Wand of Dispersement from Sons of Mars, the Porcelain Lamb from Beyond This Earthly Realm, and the magic beans from The Pods.

This episode suggests that the nature of Simon and Betty's relationship was initially quite unhealthy. He was one of her lecturers, and she had an infatuation with him from first sight.

This illustration features the ancient wizards who sealed Coconteppi beneath Wizard City in the Distant Lands episode of the same name.

Simon's expedition to find the Enchiridion was first mentioned in the newspaper clipping in I Remember You, and was mentioned again in Temple of Mars.

BMO apparently survived The Lich's wish because he isn't technically alive. I wonder where Neptr and the other MOs are. Cannibalised for batteries, perhaps. Also, that BRB note is very sad and is identical to the one Finn wrote in Blenanas.

There are various familiar items in the thawed out remains of the Ice Kingdom; ninja paraphernalia from The Chamber of Frozen Blades, Ice King's diary from The Empress Eyes, and of course the tape collection from Holly Jolly Secrets.

Here's a deep cut: That machine in the background to the right of Simon is the machine that held the lightning power that Finn went to steal in What is Life, so that he could power up Neptr. The Demonic Wishing Eye is also in this shot.

For a single frame, Ice King and Gunter can be seen reduced to skeletons. Presumably this was the exact moment that the Lich's wish took effect. Everyone died instantly, in less than a frame.

When I watched this episode for the first time I was confused about where Fionna got the working crown. But you can just about see it inside the drum in this shot, where Ice King mentioned he had put it in his tape.

This is the exact moment the photograph was taken for the newspaper clipping seen in I Remember You.

We first heard the story about how Simon met Betty after they tried to check out the same library book in Broke His Crown. It's cool to see it playing out for real.

Simon throws a pebble at the window and accidentally hits Babette in the face, exactly like Finn and Jake did to Kim Kil Whan in the episode Ocarina.

This is the second time Simon caused Betty to miss this research trip to Australia. She says in Temple of Mars that she never got the opportunity to go, and resolves that her life might not have been so messed up if she'd followed her own dreams instead of following Simon's.

The song in this scene, the motif of which has been heard throughout the series, is by Half Shy, who also wrote "Monster" for Obsidian.

BMO is buried with a paper flower because there are no real ones left alive. His death seemed pointlessly cruel.

THE LICH! He is in his half-disguised Billy form, confirming that this is his wish-altered reality. Like in his other appearances, the first line he speaks is a single word command. This time, the command is "Cease." But with nothing left to do he has become depressed, and he doesn't bother killing our protagonists.

And finally, we are left on this cliffhanger. Fionna and Cake have returned to their world. Scarab has convinced the boss that Simon must be destroyed. And GOLBetty is here to claim them both while the Lich watches on.

This episode's dream features a pair of Lich skulls either side an effigy of GOLB.

[styx142]

Okay so like, I've been thinking about an Adventure Time teacher AU and why does it work weirdly well???

Here's the current staff list

Finn: Gym coach who's currently also working as a math teacher due to a shortage of staff and the previous one (Billy maybe?) quitting. He's absolute shit at math but he's super excited about it all the time so the students love him anyway.

Jake: At first I was thinking gym coach too, but I feel like he'd be a great counselor honestly. He's constantly advising his brother and I think he'd work well

BMO: The computer teacher! Kinda obvious but yeah

Neptr: Robotics/engineering teacher. Due to the nature of their jobs, BMO and Neptr work pretty closely together. Neptr loves this, BMO not as much.

Princess Bubblegum: The science teacher who is kind of running the place at times, because the principal won't do anything so she's decided to do what she can to keep this place running smoothly.

Marceline: The band director. She is 100% playing pranks on her students all the time. Also whenever the band is practicing she is standing on her band tower with a little umbrella or something for sun protection.

LSP: Drama teacher. Kinda obvious, she's already directed a play in the show so she works well as a drama teacher.

Simon/Ice King: History teacher! I got the idea from my AP world history teacher whose classroom is packed full of artifacts and replicas from different cultures throughout the world. Figured it'd be fitting for Simon

Flame Princess: English teacher. My whole thought proccess was "freestyle rap. Creative. Poetry. English?" and I think it works well. Her dad was the previous English teacher who left to open a chipmunk sanctuary.

Lady Rainicorn: I was thinking either art or Korean, leaning more towards Korean simply because I have another idea for the art teacher.

Jermaine: Art teacher!

Lemongrab: Psychology. This man has such a weird brain that I think it'd be fun to have him teach this. I can imagine him writing office referrals that just say "UNACCEPTABLE" on them

Fern: The new math teacher who shows up halfway through the year and has to deal with all the students complaining about missing Mr. Mertens.

Betty: Another character who shows up sometime later during the year. She'll be our principal, taking over for the previous principal who quit mysteriously.

Prismo: Vice principal, kinda bad at it and doesn't know how he got the job

Scarab: an admin who was hoping for vice principal and was really pissed when Prismo got the job instead of him

Golb: The principal

The lich: Previous vice principal who was fired for unknown reasons. Fired at the same time Billy quit.

Peppermint butler: I can't decide whether I want him as a student or as a secretary or just as someone who works in the office

I think I'll have all the candy citizens as students, as well as probably some minor characters who get a few appearances or only one episode.

This is partially why I originally wanted PB as the principal, but I found it funnier to have her as the teacher who is going insane because Golb will not do shit for the school.

I'm considering turning this whole thing into a fic, possibly focusing on PB? Possibly a bubbline fic? Not sure quite yet, this AU is still very much in development

[thatonebipotato]

a somewhat swap au of Scarab and Prismo. i say somewhat because its not just swapping them, i changed a lot of stuff other than just like their jobs. heehoo ok enjoy :]

text descriptions and more information under cut ^^!

Prismo -

his [physical] body is "frozen" in time

a bit more calloused over his years of working, but still considered very chill

he usually talks people down so he doesn't have the fight them

the crystal weapon is around his neck

it shoots out like a flashlight

the auras/souls of his victims get trapped in jars

pupils go starry when he does this

So here, Prismo is a god auditor! He's still very down to earth, but after years of fighting and monitoring and capturing, he's a bit worn down. That being said, he's still generally considered to be everybody's pal! The crystal he uses can't store the people he gets, so he has to carry around the jars. Because of this, he can usually only detain like two people at once, maybe three if he pushes it.

Prismo has some resentment about not being Wishmaster, but not the way that Scarab would! He just thinks he could do a better job, but he respects Wishmaster Scarab and just kinda lets it slide. He and Scarab are actually pretty close, and if he's injured or just very bored he'll go bother the cosmic bug.

Things he can do that aren't mentioned are that he can walk on walls/defy gravity, make duplicates of himself, and teleport. Duplicating himself and teleporting takes a looot of energy out of him, and considering that he is perpetually tired, he really doesn't use those abilities a lot.

Scarab -

this form resembles his physical body, but is still just a projection

he can touch stuff, but can't feel anything and can't be hurt/damaged

he's a bit more relaxed, but is still quite strict/rule oriented

the wings of his mask can open up, but usually don't

he is very big :)

the time room is less of a room and more like a never-ending labyrinth of paths

only the truly determined will obtain a wish

Scarab as the Wishmaster is a lot more relaxed than in canon, but due to his nature he is still a bit strict about rules and such. He will explain how exactly a wish will work to those who reach their goal, and if they choose to ignore that, they don't get a second chance. He usually won't go further into detail about the rules, either. This is where Prismo's slight distaste comes from, because he thinks that if he were in Scarab's place he would be nicer about it. That's about as far as that goes, though.

The main entrance that everyone is allowed through(the labyrinth) is infinite, but there is space around it(like a pocket dimension inside of a pocket dimension). Getting into the outside space will lead to the rest of the Time Room, but only Scarab has access to that. He spends most of his time floating in the abyss of the main area. There is no set path to find him, and he will instead come to whoever enters, if they're determined enough.

Scarab does not let people wander freely through the Time Room, so most of the other cosmic entities tend to avoid him because he isn't very fun. Prismo doesn't, though. Unlike anyone else who may enter, if Prismo simply calls out for Scarab, he will arrive almost immediately. Though Scarab has a 3D form, he is still confined to the Time Room, and does not find joy in watching the universes(he only does it if he's reeeallly bored, or if it's necessary). And since he blocks off the rest of the room to anyone else, he never gets any visitors, only mortals looking for his favor.

He doesn't mind the isolation at all, but he does enjoy the company that Prismo offers him. He doesn't mind being secluded, but he gets lonely sometimes. Prismo has many tales of his adventures being an auditor, and Scarab has begun keeping notes on all of them. He looks forward to Prismo's next visit always.

That's about all I have to say about them and their lore, at least as a base to build off of later, so uhhh here's they're color pallets :]

On the left is just how they both look, and the right is just missing the gradient for Scarab so it's easier to see(they don't look super great, but im just laying out the colors)

[bones4thecats]

You can do, scarab x wife moth cosmic identity reader, The scenario is that Prismo, when he came out of the cube, went to the reader and told her everything, and inside Simon's mind, when he ends up defeating Scarab, the reader arrives and ends up scolding him, as well as scolding Fionna and Cake for damaging some universes. If you're wondering, it's from the Fionna and Cake series, this needs more love.🐇

The Follow-Up w/ Scarab's Cosmic! Wife

Character: Scarab Requester: 🐇Anon A/N: This my first time writing for any Fionna and Cake character, so Scarab may be slightly OOC, idk. This also only has the Reader scolding Scarab and not Fionna and Cake, but still. But I do hope you like this!! (The request was slightly changed because this made more sense to me, sorry!!) ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Spoilers for Fionna and Cake and mentions of death ⚠️ P.S: This is what the Reader looks like and this is her staff

Disclaimer: This is an AU, so the story is not the same as the show's

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🪲 You smiled as you floated around the cosmos, your long sleeves wondering delicately around the many stars surrounding you

🪲 It was a peaceful time for you. And while you would prefer to spend this time with your husband, it was nice to get some time to yourself. Hopefully nobody would interrupt you

"Y/N! We have an issue!"

🪲 Looking up and moving your body to float onto a nearby asteroid, you saw Prismo appear. His body flowing with the asteroid's rocky surface as he began to explain everything

"It's Scarab! He's gone completely bonkers! He's after Fionna and Cake right now!"

"Who in the name of the universe is Fionna and Cake?" You asked.

"Not important right now! What they need is you to calm him down! Who knows what he'll do if he snaps!"

🪲 Sighing and nodding, you summoned your staff, using the pointed bottom to stab the surrounding areas, successfully making a hole for you to walk through

"Egg you!" Scarab yelled as you stepped through.

"Scarab!"

🪲 The mortals all looked over at you while Prismo chuckled along the walls of the buildings as Scarab shivered in his boots while he de-summoned his weapon, it going back to its crystal-like state

"My love! What are you doing here?"

"Your love?!" Fionna yelled.

"Scarab. We've talked about this."

🪲 The God Auditor groaned and leaned forward, making the others watch with shock as you begin to scold your husband. From walking up and poking his chest with your staff's top and tapping him in the face as he tried speaking

"Y/N, you know what my job is! You know I have to do this-"

"I don't wanna hear it, Scara. We can finish this conversation at home. You need to get cleaned up anyways, you look like you just came out of the universe where the Vampire King and Marceline rule supreme."

🪲 Scarab sighed as you wrapped your arms around his damaged upper left arm, lightly massaging his lower limb with your own additional arms

🪲 You walked with Scarab back to the portal before handing him off to one of your personal assistants, telling them you would be back at the house in a few minutes. As they walked away, you turned around and looked at the humans that surrounded you as they looked at you with either confusion or the continued surprise

"So... you guys are married, huh." Fionna said as you smiled and nodded.

"Have been for many years now. And I must apologize for his actions, his anger gets to be to much for him to handle. And to make up for that, I must bestow you all with something of worth."

"Oh no! You really don't have to!" Gary said.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! I must." You said over the former prince, tapping your foot on the ground, your long dress moving as your foot did.

🪲 As you thought, you looked up at the human named Fionna. You chuckled as she looked around curiously on how she was going to shrink, and instead of just watching her, you aimed your staff at her, successfully making her shrink back to her normal size

🪲 You then aimed your staff at each member of the group, going from the human to the young same-sex couple. They were all surprised to see something that they really needed in their lives to be right in their hands

"Wow... thank you so much!" Marshall said, holding his gift close to his chest while Gary admired his own.

"I should be thanking you all for not killing my idiotic husband."

"Y/N, where are you?!" You heard said male yell.

"Speak of the devil. Anyways, thank you and have a great rest of your lives." You said, turning around while your hair blowing gently in the wind as you began walking towards the portal back to your home.

"Oh! But, before I go." You stopped in front of the hole, lifting your staff and tapping it on the ground, which spread light orange and yellow magic, wrapping around the destroyed pieces of the city, fixing it all within a matter of second.

🪲 Smiling as a moth gently landed on your staff's gemstone, you walked away and after your husband, who no doubt was getting impatient at home

[polakina]

dipped in honey

pairing: marc spector x reader

rating: explicit

outline: after months of being apart, a familiar face shows up at your apartment, in need of help and full of apologies.

warnings: smut, fluff, fingering, rough sex, pet names, hair pulling, spanking, marking, dirty talk, teasing, voice kink

requests are open! hope you enjoy, petals <3

masterlist

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Months. It had been months since you had seen his face. You had awoken to find him not where he should be. Not in your shared bed. His clothes, his bags, all gone. It was as though he disappeared. At first you suspected you had done something wrong, but the two of you had been married for long enough to be completely open with one another. It couldn’t be you. It had to be something else, surely. But at the moment, it felt as though you’d never find out. Marc hadn’t responded to your calls, texts, even your fucking emails. No word from him, no letter, none of his contacts knew where he was either.

Fuck.

Marc did stupid shit. But never this stupid. He never took off like this out of nowhere. Especially without you. You’d worked together as a unit, bounced ideas off one another, told each other everything. So why the fuck did he just up and leave so suddenly? It didn’t make any sense. You tried not to let it get to you, but even after months of him not contacting you or letting you know that he was even alive, he still lived in your mind at every waking moment. Even when you weren’t awake, the fucker would be in your dreams.

For years the two of you had been working together in Egypt, searching for that damned scarab. Long restless nights spent hunched over documents, researching the area, not even having time for one another. Hell, you hadn’t actually fucked in a few weeks prior to him leaving, too busy on searching. Not that it was all that comfortable to fuck in Egypt, it was too hot and the two of you would get too sweaty. That’s when you resorted to the shower. It was truly a god send. No. You weren’t going to think about it. About him. He left, without a trace. You still loved him, you couldn’t deny that, but as soon as you saw him again you were going to be so pissed with him.

Making your way down the streets of the city you were posted up in, you breathed in the cool air. It was dark now, after your time exploring the city, you’d lost track of time and not even noticed the twinkly stars coating the night sky until you were back outside. Marc often did say you had no concept of time. It was the main reason he blamed your showers lasting so long. Not that it made you speed up your showers, but he didn’t care. You pulled out the keys to your apartment just outside the site where you and- where you were digging. Unlocking the door, you stepped inside, double checking to lock it again behind you. Always be cautious. That’s what Marc often told you.

Having the aircon blasting was your first port of call, needing to feel the cool air hit your skin after a whole day of being out in the blaring sun. You felt sticky, your clothes practically latched onto your skin, the stray hairs that had fallen from where you had tied it out of your face now stuck to the base of your neck. You felt gross, to say the least. Nothing a cold shower wouldn’t fix. Stepping around your half packed bags, you made your way to the bathroom, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your face was covered in a thin sheen, the sweat glistening on your forehead prominently. You would call it disgusting. Marc would have called you shiny.

With the cold water running in the background, you collected some fresh, clean clothes from the dresser; a simple tank top and shorts was the only thing bearable to be in during this heat. Marc would say “being naked is the only logical option”. Only twice had he talked you into following his ‘logic’. But right now it was a tempting thought. You pulled the bed sheet over your mattress to make it seem a little tidier before making your way back to the bathroom.

It felt good. The water running over your bare skin, falling to the tiled floor below with quiet droplet echoes. It washed away the grossness of the day, sweat gliding down the drain, never to be seen again. Rinsing your hair of conditioner, you just stood in the water for a few minutes. The droplets ran down your face, over the curve in your nose and the dips in your cheeks, down your neck to the floor. You couldn’t help but think back to one of the last nights Marc was here. The way you felt while he was there. You were both in the shower that night, only you had planned to shower at the time, but Marc of course, decided that wasn’t an option. Even after being married for so long, he still got excited when he saw you naked.

You remembered how he could barely keep his hands to himself that night. The second he was behind you in the shower, his hands were on you, touching you. The memory of his hands ghosting over your skin, up your stomach to your breasts and then back down again, it was burned into your memory. His breath felt warm on your neck, the stubble on his face scratching at your cheek. His words were like drugs dipped in honey when they reached your ears, his husky Chicago accent making your insides all fuzzy. He always knew what to say to make you want him more. He always knew where to touch you to make you just that much more responsive. He proved that very well that night. His fingers worked deftly on your body, dipping in and out of you to make you moan his name so prettily for him. His lips found their way to your neck, the most sensitive part of you he could reach that he knew would make you keen into his touch more. The praises he mumbled truly worked wonders on you, each word making you wetter by the second, more needy for him. He revelled in it, the way you were just so malleable for his hands.

After years of learning your body inside and out, it was pretty easy for him to make you feel the most pleasure in just a matter of minutes. Somehow he always made you feel just a little bit more every time he fucked you. He never half assed his efforts either. He could be exhausted or pissed off, but no matter which it was, he would always have that lustful glint in his eye. He would always fuck you so good you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day. Then he would laugh at you as you tried to make your way to the dig site in a straight line.

Your mind wandered to those thoughts, your hand wandered elsewhere. Thankfully, the water drowned out most of the pathetic whines you made, nothing in comparison to when Marc was in this shower with you.

Eventually you left the shower, towel wrapped around your body, hair still dripping. But you knew it would dry soon, in about five minutes stood out on your balcony your hair would be completely bone dry. Redressing in clean clothes, you grabbed some water and headed for the balcony to look out on the pyramids. It was a peaceful sight, to just listen to the crickets and watch the night unfold. You often found yourself out here most nights, sat on one of the chairs with a cup of coffee while just listening to the city go about its business. Peaceful. But too quiet.

It turned past midnight before you went back inside to take yourself to bed. But fate seemed to have different ideas. The door of your apartment was rapped on three times. Your brows furrowed, not expecting anyone to come by any time soon. Or at all, in fact. Cautiously you made your way over to the door, knowing you may not see a friendly face on the other side. But you were surprised to see a familiar one there instead. Through the small, few inches slit that you had opened the door, he was stood there waiting.

“Evening, darling,” he breathed out with that smile you loved so much. No. You were mad at him.

“That’s it? That’s all you say after, what…three months?” You knew you were going to let him into the room…you were just waiting it out a little first. Marc breathed out sharply through his nose, leaning against the doorframe with one hand, an unrecognisable look on his face. “No explanation as to where you’ve been? Nothing? You’re an ass, Marc. You left me here in Egypt for three fucking months with no indication or note of why you left.”

“I know, I know, darling.” He sounded sincere, and weirdly…pained? Actually, looking at him you saw his face contort slightly if he moved a certain way. “I shouldn’t have left so sudden-”

“Are you hurt?”

“Huh?”

“Are. You. Hurt?” You raked over him with your eyes, keeping a watchful lookout for any blood or injuries. He kept his hand on his side, which you noticed from the second he opened the door. “Why are you holding your side like that?”

He stood straighter, tightening his hold on his body. “I’m not…holding it like anything. This is-this is how I stand.” He tried to stand straight, but his right side was still slightly favoured to lean on.

“Oh, you just always stand like you’ve got something up your ass?” You asked cockily, raising an eyebrow as he tried to play off your comment as a joke.

“Come on, you promised you wouldn’t mention anything about shit up my ass after the last time we tried that. I’m still sensitive about that experience.” His eyes flashed back to that night. As much as he denied it, he did enjoy it. But he’d never tell you that, for fear you might want to try it again.

“Move your hand then,” you told him, no room for any nice tone in your voice. You weren’t playing around, he could tell. So he did. Moving his hand slightly, you could see a small red stain on his white shirt. Your eyes blew wide as you opened the door the rest of the way. “Holy shit, Marc. The fuck did you get yourself into?” Your hand instinctively reached for his shirt, but Marc’s hand caught yours quicker.

“It’s fine, okay? It’s an old wound, I just haven’t changed the shirt yet. See?” Marc lifted his shirt gently to reveal a recently formed scar, about four inches long. The cut looked pretty clean, probably caused by a knife or something. There were stitches to keep it together, but after his hectic travelling during the day to get back to you, droplets of blood had started to seep through.

“Fuck, Marc. What the hell has gotten into you? First you leave without saying anything and then you come back with a fucking scar? It’s like I don’t even know you anymore.” He had hurt you, but you couldn’t help but want to pull him into the apartment. Soon your heart won over your head and you grabbed his arm to yank him inside. “Sit down.” You pointed to the dining chair across the room. He knew that tone. He didn’t mess with that tone. So he obliged, seating himself on the chair, wincing a little as he did.

You didn’t hate him…you couldn’t allow yourself to hate him. But you could certainly act like it until you were less mad at him. So you silently made your way around the kitchen to collect a first aid kit and fresh rags to clean and redress the wound. Nothing was said as you made him strip from his shirt so you could get to work on his injury. He didn’t want to break the silence and piss you off further, so he leant back, watching you as you cleaned the scar and covered it with fresh gauze and bandages. The blazing heat had darkened your skin, tanning it to the point where lines on your skin where it was lighter could be seen clearly, marked by the clothes you had worn in the day. There were worry lines grooved into your face, around your eyes and across your forehead. Marc couldn’t help but curse himself at the thought that he was probably the reason that they were even there at all.

He was so in his head that he hadn’t even noticed you finish up and move to leave the dining table. Without thinking, he grabbed your wrist gently before you could walk away. His hold wasn’t firm, you could easily have pulled away if you wanted. He wouldn’t have stopped you. But you didn’t, you let his hand wrap around your wrist with his soft and gentle touch.

“Can we talk? Please? About everything. I need to apologise to you properly,” Marc practically begged you, you could hear the crack in his voice as he pleaded, the volume at which he spoke barely surpassed a whisper, however. It was as though he was worried if he spoke to loud to you, it would scare you off and you wouldn’t talk to him at all. But you stayed. You wanted, no, you needed to hear what he had to say.

“Why did you leave me?” Your voice at the same level as his. Practically a whisper, but the words ran clear as day as they entered Marc’s ears.

“I didn’t want to put you in danger,” Marc said, slowly, timidly. “If I’d have brought you with me, it could have been you that got hurt instead of me. I couldn’t risk letting that happen. I came back as soon as I was done, hoping you would still be here.” Of course you would still be here, you wouldn’t leave this place if you had even the smallest inkling that he would come back.

Gently, Marc pulled you into him, spreading his thighs for you to stand in between. His hands moved down your waist to your hips, his palms burning into your skin. “I’m sorry, darling. I really am.” His accent made his voice husky, and you couldn’t deny how it made you feel inside. You tried to remain unbothered by his words and the accent that came with it, but it was difficult. It was always difficult.

“You’re really sorry?” You asked, placing your hands on his stomach and leaning into his touch a little more. He nodded, looking up at you with doe eyes, fingertips drawing circles into your skin, dipping under the waistband of your pants.

“I am,” he replied, voice dripping with sincerity…and something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on. He pressed a soft kiss to your stomach just next to your bellybutton before pulling the waistband of your shorts down with his thumb just a little to press another kiss to the sensitive skin there. “Let me show you how sorry I am. Please, baby?”

You couldn’t deny him. You didn’t want to deny him. His whiny voice, his doe eyes. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you right now. Shit could be discussed later. Right now you had more important matters to attend to.

“Yes. Please, Marc. Show me.”

His lips started below your bellybutton, trailing painfully slowly upwards. Your eyes fluttered shut as you revelled in his touch. He moved upwards, pushing your loose fitting shirt up to gain more access to your body. His kisses were addictive, you just wanted more and more with every kiss inflicted upon your body, needing it, craving more from him.

Marc needed you. He needed you now. Needed to prove to you how much he missed you, how much he regretted leaving you. He started by lifting you off the ground, standing himself so he could lift you into his arms. You gasped at the change of position, chasing his lips with your own as you got comfortable in his sturdy arms. His lips found yours instantly, gliding against your own perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle. Your legs wrapped around his waist, nestling yourself there with your ankles overlapping to keep yourself close to him. You could already feel a tingling feeling in your lower stomach, building and raging more violently as he walked the two of you over to the bed. Only he could make you feel like this, desperate and needy for him without touching you where you wanted him most.

He loved it. The power he held over you, how he could make you so wet and pliant with just a few kisses and words of praise. Knowing your body like the back of his hand was a gift only he could and ever would possess. So he intended to take full advantage of that.

Leaning down over the bed, he set you down on the soft mattress from where you had spent many previous nights there, writhing and entangled in the sheets, sweat glistening on your bodies, completely spent of all energy. Tonight would be no different. You got comfortable on the soft duvet, head resting on an array of feather pillows as Marc hovered above you, his eyes hungry for you, raking over your body as though he was deciding how much he planned to ruin you tonight.

“So goddamn beautiful”, he whispered, pressing a kiss to your lips softly, wedging his body between yours. He pressed his lower body against yours, friction already flying between your bodies. He moaned into your mouth, clearly just as wanting for you after spending so many nights thinking of you and how soft and pretty you were while getting himself off in the shower, teeth lodged in his lower lip so none of his neighbours heard him moan your name.

His lips travelled lower, dipping to your collarbone and planting soft kisses there. They dropped lower, red and purple blemishes peppered along your chest in his wake. With one hand propping him above your body, the other pulled down one of the straps of your top, exposing your breasts. “So pretty, so perfect for me,” he mumbled, taking one of your breasts in his large hand while attending to the other with his mouth.

Gasps were pulled from your throat at the heavenly sensation of his tongue running over your pert nipple, sucking and kissing little bruises into the plush flesh, while his hand grasped and tweaked at your other breast deliciously. The feelings were almost too overwhelming, gasps and moans dragging from the pit of your stomach as he played and toyed with you so perfectly. You were so malleable and pliant for him, your body completely becoming his to enjoy and to make you feel entirely euphoric. After giving the same attention to your other breast, he ensured that he was completely satisfied with the art work he had made of you, pretty blemishes and bruises and love bites littering your skin just to his liking, marking you as his and only his.

“Marc,” you breathed softly, his face immediately coming back up to meet yours. “Yeah, baby?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Want you. Need you now. Please.” God, the way you asked for him, begged for him to ruin you in the best way possible. He had left you for so long, denied you of his touch for months, so there was no way he could ever say no to you now. He planned to give you everything you wanted and more, until tears formed in your eyes and you had been reduced to an incoherent mess. It was something you had previously discussed quite a lot. You originally planned to come out with “fuck me until I cry”, but decided on a softer and more in depth approach. But he had delivered what you asked for perfectly, not stopping until you had to push him away from the overstimulation. Since then, anything you asked for or wanted to try, he always made you feel better than you ever had before.

“Hmm…want me to fuck you, darling? Want me to make you scream my name so all of our neighbours can hear you? They’d be lucky to hear you, how pretty you sound for me when I’m inside you, knowing that they can never have you the way I can. God, you look so pretty right now, I want to ruin you, until everyone knows who you belong to. You want that too, darling?”

You grew wetter just from his words. They were like poetry, each sentence lodging itself deeper into your core, nestling in the pits of your womb. “Yes. Please. Please, Marc. Touch me,” you asked, feeling his hand dip lower and lower with each word that spilled over your lips. Your pleads melted into whispering babbles as fingertips slid under your shorts and connected with your soaked folds.

“I got you, darlin’. You just keep making those pretty noises for me, or I’ll stop. Want you to be as loud as you can as I make you feel good. Yeah?” His lips brushed the shell of your ear, breath running down the side of your neck. You nodded, mouth agape as his fingers ghosted over your clit, teasing you incessantly. But he couldn’t tease you for long, he wouldn’t last long that way. Cupping your pussy, one finger dipped into your dripping hole, feeling how wet you were just from his words. It turned him on even more, knowing how hot and bothered he could get you in just a few minutes. “Good girl,” he mumbled before slotting his lips against yours.

The second his finger pushed into you slowly, your legs fell open, no longer trapping his waist between your thighs. “Atta girl, just let me make you feel good, hmm?” His voice was heavenly, husky with his thick accent on his tongue. Pumping his thick finger in and out of you, the sounds it made were only making Marc harder in his pants. Adding a second finger, he scissored them inside you, curling them at the perfect angle to make your back arch against him. You moaned into his mouth, and Marc took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, intertwining it with yours.

His thumb on your clit, long fingers working at a fast pace inside of you and hitting a spot that could make you scream, you were already so close. Gasps and moans were escaping your lips with each ministration of his fingers, bringing you closer to the edge. Your moans were like music to Marc’s ears; he loved it when you were vocal like this, it could make him cum on the spot if he let himself go like that.

But you loved it too. Being loud for him. There had been times when neighbours had banged on the wall or your front door, but neither of you cared. Marc had just fucked you harder saying that “they should be lucky to hear such a pretty thing like you”.

Your thighs tightened around Marc’s body as you felt something building in your core. Your moans were breathier, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Marc’s fingers worked faster and faster inside of you, curling to attack that spongy spot deep inside your pussy with precise aim. “Come on, darlin’. Come undone for me. I know you can.” His lips attacked your neck once more as your fingers dug into his back as you felt yourself clench his fingers tighter. Waves and waves of pleasure overtook you, surging through your body until all you could feel was complete euphoria. “That’s it baby, doing so good for me.” He fucked you on his fingers through your orgasm, kissing all of the blemishes he’d previously left on your skin. “Feel good?” He asked, kissing across your face to your lips once again. You nodded, words escaping you once again as you laid in your state of bliss for a few seconds longer. He loved seeing you like this, looking blissful and post orgasmic like this. But he wasn’t done with you yet. You weren’t done yet either.

Marc hovered above you, drinking you in with his eyes, the look on his face showed how much he clearly missed you for those months he was away.

“Marc.” You pulled him from his trance and he looked down at you, blinking into focus. He hummed quietly in response. “I love you, but are you just gonna stay there, or are you going to fuck me?” You taunted, seeing how his eyes darkened at your boldened words and a smirk appeared on his face.

“Oh baby, I love it when you say it like that.” His hands drifted to the thin material of your shorts, pulling the clothing from your body in one swift motion and exposing you entirely to him. “You wanna turn over for me, darlin?” Marc leaned back so you could sit up, letting you change positions after you speedily pulled the shirt off your body, your hands and knees sinking into the soft mattress beneath the two of you. The bed rocked a little as weight shifted behind you, the sounds of a belt buckle being undone and pants falling to the ground could be heard. You felt him get back onto the bed, coming up behind you and palming your ass, squeezing the soft flesh with a light slap to make you jump. He pushed his hips flush against your ass, the feel of his hardened cock against you only made you want him more.

He peppered kisses along your spine, one hand wrapped around his cock and the other firmly grasping your hip to keep you in place. “Ready, baby?” You heard him ask, and you nodded eagerly in response. You dropped yourself down to resting on your elbows instead of your hands, arching your back a little more and pushing your ass against him more. That earned you a swift smack on your left ass cheek, causing you to yelp out from surprise. “Be patient. Or else you get nothing, darling.”

You opened your mouth to respond but were cut off when the tip of his cock brushed through your folds and teasing your hole slightly before pushing in. You both groaned at the feel of his cock being guided into you, the way you clamped around him as he drove himself further into your dripping pussy. Marc didn’t breathe until he was fully sheathed inside you, his cock throbbing against your walls, hands gripping your hips with vigour. There was no movement on his end for a few moments as he let you adjust to his size, aside from the occasional twitching of his dick as it nestled inside you.

“Fuck you feel so good, darlin. Practically made for me, weren’t you? Fuck, feels so perfect,” he mumbled as his thumbs drew circles into your skin, fingerprints most likely becoming indented into your skin from how firmly he was holding you in place. Just the sheer thought of his hands leaving marks on your skin aroused him more than he thought was possible. “Can I move, baby?”

You couldn’t even speak, the feel of him filling you up so good vacated any thought from your brain and rendered you speechless. So you just managed a nod. But that wasn’t enough for Marc. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you up off the bed so your head was resting back against his shoulder. “Baby, if you want me to fuck you like I know you like, then you’re going to have to fucking ask for it. Hmm?” You clenched around him harder at those words, gripping him like a vice at the gravelly tone in his voice.

“Please, please Marc. Move. Fuck me,” you begged, the stinging of his hand gripping your hair merging into intense pleasure.

“Are you gonna be good?”

You almost made the mistake of nodding again. “I will. I’ll be good for you.”

That seemed to satisfy him. He pushed you down against the mattress, releasing your hair and grabbing your arms instead, manoeuvring them so they were behind your back. With one hand, he held your wrists together behind your back and pulled out of you until only the tip of his cock remained in your pussy. “Good baby.” They were the only words you heard before his cock rammed back into you, hitting that spot that sent you seeing stars on the first try. You cried out in pleasure, face pressed against the soft bed as your arms flexed as much as they could in the tight grip Marc had them locked in.

Over and over again, Marc drove his cock deep inside you, continuously hitting that delicious spot that made you scream his name, begging for more. At the power and speed his dick pistoned into you, it was sure to leave bruises on you, but you’d welcome them as a reminder of this very night. “That’s it baby,” Marc said through gritted teeth. “Let all of Cairo know my name.” And you did. You felt as though ‘Marc’ was the only word you knew how to speak. “So cockdumb for me, aren’t you, pretty thing? Does my dick make you feel that good?” His words were a drug and you were addicted.

You were rendered to a babbling mess underneath him, completely and entirely submitted to him as he manhandled you to his desired fantasy. Restricted, controlled, handled in a way Marc knew you wanted to be, he knew you inside and out, knew what you liked and what turned you on the most. He was really using all of this to his advantage right now. And you were eating it up.

Driving his cock into you harder and harder, the bed started to creak with the force of his thrusts, pushing your body further into the mattress as he fucked you. Tears started to prick at the corners of your eyes from the coil tightening in the pit of your stomach, the result of Marc’s cock hitting the spongy spot inside every time with expert precision. He was so good at knowing your body and focusing on making you feel like you were ascending to heaven.

“Right there, darlin? Yeah, it’s right there. Grippin’ me so tight. You close, baby?” His voice was somehow deeper and huskier than before as he tried to hold out until he made you cum at least once more.

“Y-yeah, right there Marc. Just there,” you cried out, barely able to say the words at this point. “So close, ‘m so close.” It was building up violently and quickly, pushing you to the brink of bliss until you were practically teetering on the edge of it.

“I got you, darlin. Don’t you worry.” Marc’s body hunched over yours as his thrusts became deeper and slower, his hand drifting from your hip and round to your stomach, pressing against it lightly to feel the indentation of his cock against your skin. It almost made him cum on the spot.

You cried out as the coil snapped, your pussy tightening even more around his cock as he continued thrusting as you worked through your orgasm. He continued to piston perfectly against that spot, really making you see stars this time, overstimulating you until tears rolled down your face.

“There ya go, baby. Fuck, you sound so pretty when I fuck you,” Marc revelled in your sounds as they brought him closer to his own orgasm. “Gonna fill you up with my cum, darlin’. How does that sound, huh? Having my cum inside your pretty pussy?”

You nodded profusely as you tried to find the words. “Please, Marc. Cum inside me, fill me up.” He did just that. Groaning deeply as he released deep inside you, stuttering to a still, his body hunched over yours as he came. You both breathed heavily through your orgasms, sweat slicked across your skin, but neither of you cared. Your heads were filled with ecstasy and that’s all that mattered right now. The Cairo heat didn’t help, sticking your skin together as you filled your lungs with air once again.

Marc lifted off you, releasing your hands and leaning back to see his cum dripping out of you as he pulled out slowly. You moaned slightly at the empty feeling he left you with, letting your body weight drop onto the bed and rolling onto your back. The edge of the bed shifted as Marc moved off it, walking over to the bathroom. You didn’t even realise what he was doing until something dragged along your inner thigh. Instinctively, your hand moved to push him away, not thinking you’d be able to take much more of him just yet.

“Easy, darlin’. Just cleaning you up, okay?” There was a sweet tone to his voice, a harsh contrast from earlier, but you sensed a smile in his voice too. You removed your hand and let him continue, settling into the comfortable bed as he dragged the warm and damp towel across your skin. Once he was finished, Marc tossed the towel into the laundry hamper and ran his hands over your knees and thighs, pressing kisses to your thighs softly. “Feeling okay?”

“Feeling great,” you breathed out, smiling when he chuckled slightly. He laid down next to you and you rolled over to face him, meeting his kind eyes. “Promise me that the next time you decide to go on some hunt, that you’ll take me with you.” Marc chuckled once again and nodded.

“Okay, darlin. I promise. We’re a team, right? I won’t leave you behind.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and the two of you laid there, basking in the Egyptian sun which hit Marc’s skin so perfectly, making him look as though he’d been dipped in honey.

[lostalioth]

❛ don’t worry, i’m staying right here. ❜

Marc spector x female reader💛

Marc feeling that the reader has left his bed so he leaves his room to find her on the sofa having an anxiety atack.

A bit angsty but mostly fluffy💗💗

now this is my first writing for marc but i loved this so much and I accidentally made it more fluffy than angsty

𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 – 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘤 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘰𝘳

→ warnings: nicknames [babe, baby, sweet girl], description of shooting and dead body, panic/anxiety attack, angst, mostly fluff.

Before you can think of a plan to get away or even register the sound and what has happened Harrow pulls the trigger and shoots Marc right in the heart. You feel your world and your heart shatter into a million pieces all at the same time as you watch his body hit the water. blood gushes through his shirt around the wound and you need to cover your mouth fast to stop yourself from screaming. Tears quick to brim your eyes threatening to fall as you watch in horror as Harrow's men pull your boyfriend's body from the water, you wanted to scream, run at them, even if it meant simply dying alongside your boy.

Once his body was on flat ground his men stepped back letting Arthur set something small and shiny on his chest. He’s quick to leave Ammits tomb with the goddess in hand who was encased in a tiny stone statue, you turn the corner from your hiding spot the minute they leave and run right to Marc.

“Marc! Steven! Please my love, either of you please..” your voice gets caught in your throat and you choke on it. Tears began to softly stream down your face as you kissed his forehead and placed your hand over the scarab on his chest. Your heart feels like it’s been ripped from your chest, fighting to hold back the gut reaching scream that’s bubbling in your throat.

You’re jolted awake in a sweating, out of breath haze. Your heart feels like it's gonna jump out of your chest with how fast and hard it's beating. Your chest heaving hard, you felt like you couldn’t breathe properly no matter how hard you tried. head spinning, your eyes filling with hot tears, clouding your vision. It felt so real, you couldn’t even tell if you were still dreaming or not. You didn't know what was real, you couldn’t stop relaying the moment the shot rang through your ears and you watched the love of your life’s body hit the water. That sight is burned into your memory, every single detail of it.

Being so wrapped up in your spiraling thoughts you are startled at Marc placing a hand on your shoulder. He had been woken up by the jarring shift of your body besides him. His hair was all disheveled and fluffed up, his eyes half lidded, you’d make a comment of how cute he looked if only you could speak and weren’t in the middle of a panic attack.

“Babe…what’s wrong?” Once he woke up a bit more he took in your appearance, you were hunched over the edge of your shared bed, a hand on your chest, eyes brimming with even more tears and labored and inconsistent breathing. He pushes his way up out of bed to come sit beside you on the edge of the bed, it sinks down as he slowly sits down, he’s never seen you this way, it's slightly scaring him as well as steven.

“Hey..hey baby what happened..?” He is slow and careful as he reaches his hand to place on your knee in an attempt to calm you. The last he wanted was to startle you again. “Night-nightmare…of that night in the-the tomb…” your voice was so hushed and shaky Marc almost couldn’t understand you but the moment your wobbly words sank in, his heart sank to his stomach with them. More tears stream down your cheeks as you watch fear flash on his face, as if his sequence of events of that night just replayed in his own head.

“Thought i lost you all over again…” your words came out a little less shaky this time and yet your words break Marc’s heart all the same. “Oh..sweet girl…” he sighs and he softly wipes away your tears as they fall. You lean into his touch, your heart aching like you haven’t seen him in years, you needed to touch him, needed to know he was real. As he’s wiping your tears away you rush forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and smash your lips against his. “Need to know you're really there….” You mumbled into the kiss and through your tears, your eyes squeezed so tightly shut like you wanna never open them up again as if he’d simply disappear the moment you do.

He grunts and shuts his eyes, kissing you back deeply and softly. A kiss so full of love, devotion and tenderness, a kiss that restores the breath in your lungs. Marc softly pulls you in close by the waist and lays the both of you down, the both of you holding onto one another for dear life.

You both pull away slowly, limbs intertwined and panic subsided. “Dont worry im staying right here baby…” he whispers softly as he presses a small reassuring kiss to your forehead before resting his against yours, looking deep in your eyes. “I’m right here my sweet girl, nobody’s taking me away from you, not even over my dead body” he smiled sweetly and rubs his thumb over your stomach and hip.

You hit him lightly for his poorly timed joke and rub circles on the back of his neck. You’ll always forever be thankful for whatever in the hell happened that allowed marc to come back to you, and steven. You needed them both more than they knew.

“I love you” you whisper softly as you and marc drift off to sleep, body’s wrapped around one another, like your souls, forever intertwined.

→ a/n: so i fully intended on posting this a while ago but never did anyway, i kinda forgot a bit of the request like she was supposed to leave the bed but im still a bit rusty after a long ass hiatus again and i barely proof read this cause i wanted to post today!! I love Layla but for this to work reader pretty much sorta is Layla/replaces her but you and marc aren’t married lol

[anonymousewrites]

Burden of Truth (Book 1) Chapter Three

Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Reader

Mother Figure! Layla El-Faouly x Teen! Reader

Chapter Three: To the Neighborhood

Summary: (Y/N) and Steven are brought to Arthur Harrow's London community.

            Steven looked nervously between Kennedy and Fitzgerald and (Y/N). The teen cursed themself for not making it out the window in time. In the mirror, Marc looked between all of them and narrowed his eyes.

            “Who’s that?” demanded Kennedy.

            “My, uh…neighbor’s kid…I’m babysitting,” said Steven.

            The lie was so terrible (Y/N) didn’t need their abilities to hear it, and they could see Kennedy and Fitzgerald didn’t believe it. In fact, they had recognized (Y/N).

            Harrow knows my face, they realized in horror.

            “What’s your name?” said Fitzgerald.

            (Y/N) really didn’t want to answer. It was bad enough Harrow knew their face, but if he had their identity, their life as they knew it was over. They remained quiet.

            “Come on, what’s your name?” said Kennedy.

            “They, uh, don’t like strangers,” said Steven.

            (Y/N) glanced at him, still deciding whether or not to make a run for it or risk exposing Layla. They knew it was in their best interest to run now, but at the same time, Steven was being kind and trying to defend them, and Layla didn’t seem bad, either, and (Y/N) would feel bad if they abandoned them to Kennedy and Fitzgerald by leaving on the roof.

            They knew Ma’at had given them a job, but (Y/N)’s was the guardian of truth and justice. It was in their heart to try to help people. They wouldn’t leave Steven.

            “So, um,” continued Steven. “Is this about the toilet? ‘Cause it’s been dealt with. Yeah. I’ve been sacked. And, uh, yeah, that’s…”

            As he rambled, Kennedy and Fitzgerald looked around his flat, undoubtedly for the scarab. (Y/N) drifted over to him.

            “We need to go,” they whispered.

            “What?” said Steven.

            “We can’t trust them, we need to go,” said (Y/N).

            “But everything is alright. The museum said I could pay them back in installments, so I’m not in trouble,” said Steven.

            “Steven, listen to them,” said Marc in the mirror. “You need to get out or give me control.”

            “Steven Grant, you’re in possession of a stolen item,” said Kennedy, and (Y/N) stiffened.

            They needed to get out, but every part of them said to stay and help Steven. They didn’t feel right abandoning anyone. It went against their heart.

            “Oh, yeah, no…I don’t have it,” said Steven. “I don’t. It’s not here.”

            It’s nice of him to cover for me instead of just handing me over. Steven had a good heart. (Y/N) felt bad that he was being thrown into all of this.

            Fitzgerald crossed the duffel bag and opened it to see the many passports inside. “ ‘Marc Spector?’ ” he said.

            “That’s not mine,” said Steven quickly.

            “Funny, that,” said Fitzgerald. “Fella looks just like you.”

            “Fake passport and a thief,” said Kennedy. “I think you best come with us, son.” She pulled out handcuffs.

            Steven hung his head in disappointment and nodded.

            “We’ll need to talk to you, too,” said Fitzgerald, looking at (Y/N).

            “Oh, no, I need to send them back to their flat if I can’t keep an eye on them,” said Steven, trying to keep up the pretense that (Y/N) was just being the neighbor’s kid.

            (Y/N) appreciated it, but they knew Kennedy and Fitzgerald weren’t buying it.

            “We need a statement about your whereabouts,” said Kennedy in a “friendly” manner.

            The lie made (Y/N)’s skin prickle. No getting out of it, though. They couldn’t fight their way out. “…Alright.”

            “And we’ll need your ID,” said Kennedy.

            (Y/N) looked nervously between her and Fitzgerald. “I don’t have it with me.” Truth.

            “Don’t lie to us,” said Fitzgerald.

            “I’m not.” I can’t.

            “It’s fine. We don’t need an ID,” said Kennedy. “But we need a name.”

            “…(Y/N).”

            This was the worst.

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            “Wow, lookie, lookie. Guess what we’ve got here, Billy,” said Kennedy, looking through Marc’s passport information online.

            “Go on, tell me,” said Fitzgerald.

            “We’ve only got ourselves a full- blown international fugitive,” said Kennedy.

            “It’s not-It’s a mistake. That’s not me,” said Steven.

            “Marc Spector was part of a team of mercenaries that hit a dig site in Egypt. Here’s what they did to the archaeologists,” said Kennedy. “Zip-tied and shot in the back of the head, execution-style.”

            “That’s dark, man,” said Fitzgerald.

            (Y/N)’s blood chilled. Archaeologists. That’s what their parents had been, and Marc was capable of killing those people. They felt the desire to curl in on themself build. But there was nowhere for (Y/N) to go. They were stuck in the car with two DCs they couldn’t trust and a man who’s alter wouldn’t hesitate to kill.

            And (Y/N) had no idea how to deal with it. Ever since 2018, they’d followed Ma’at’s instruction. Strange? Yes. A terrible decision? Probably. Unexpected? No. (Y/N) had been ten and lost their parents. How else were they going to survive?

            How am I going to survive this?

            That was the real question.

            “(Y/N) (L/N).” Kennedy flipped to the information on (Y/N). “Presumed dead in accidents following the Blip.”

            “Wonder what you were up to until now,” said Fitzgerald.

            (Y/N) didn’t respond, too tired to put together anything that was truthful enough to be spoken but omitted anything to be used against them. They knew they’d been declared dead. Part of them was.

            Whatever life they’d been meant for before the Blip had died with their parents.

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            The car rolled to a stop in a back street. Steven frowned.

            “I thought we were going to the police station,” he said.

            Fitzgerald adjusted the rearview mirror. “Now why would you think that?”

            (Y/N)’s blood ran cold as they saw the scales tattoo on his wrist. They’d been right. These two worked for Harrow.

            “Sit tight, yeah?” said Kennedy, getting out of the car without listening to a response. Fitzgerald exited with her.

            “What do we do?” said Steven, panicking. “They’re not real officers!”

            “They’re real, but they don’t have any loyalty to true law or justice,” said (Y/N), frowning.

            “How do you know so much?” said Steven, looking at them.

            “You saw me in the Alps. I’ve dealt with…people like this before,” said (Y/N). That was enough truth.

            “Then you know a way out?” said Steven hopefully.

            “I’m a thief, not a fighter,” said (Y/N). And now that Harrow has my face and name, I’m ruined…

            Panic grasped at their lungs and stole their breath. They had never been so exposed, never. They had always kept their privacy, their identity. Now that had been stolen from them, too. Their one bit of safety was gone.

            A football (“soccer”) rolled to the side of the car, and a girl picked it up. Instantly, Steven knocked his head against the window.

            “Hello. Hello! Excuse me! Could you help us?” he called. “Help, please, we’ve been kidnapped—”

            “Steven,” said (Y/N), eyes trained on the girl’s tattoo of scales. She was part a follower of Ammit. “She’s one of them.”

            The girl barely glanced at them before walking away.

            “Oh my god—Agh!” Steven squeezed his eyes shut as his head pounded.

            “You don’t need to fight me, Steven,” said Marc, and Steven’s eyes went to his reflection in the window. “Surrender control.”

            “No. No, I saw what you did to those people,” said Steven, not even caring he was in front of someone else. He needed speak back to Marc. He refused to be pushed around.

            “It’s not what you think,” said Marc.

            Can’t tell if that’s a lie or not. The phrasing was too ambiguous.

            “Just give me control. I can get you, the kid, and the scarab out of here,” said Marc.

            “I am never giving you control again,” said Steven, slowly, firmly. “Ever? Do you hear me?”

            They really need to talk this out, thought (Y/N), though it was hardly a helpful thought at the moment. (They also wanted to tell Marc and Steven that they could hear them both, but they really weren’t in the right place to do so).

            “I hear you loud and clear, Steven Grant of the gift shop.”

            (Y/N) and Steven’s eyes flicked to the radio on the car’s dashboard. Harrow’s voice hung in the air.

            The door of the car opened, and Steven tumbled out. (Y/N) stepped out a bit more gracefully. Waiting for them in a white linen outfit was Harrow himself, his crocodile cane in hand.

            “I’m sorry for the wait,” said Harrow, as gracious as ever. “We just needed a chance to better understand your situation.” He smiled at (Y/N). “My apologies. We will get to you.”

            Anything that (Y/N) could say which was truthful was also rude, so they opted to remain quiet.

            “Do you have the keys?” said Harrow, glancing at Kennedy. She handed them to him. “Let’s get you out of those cuffs.” Harrow undid Steven’s restraints. “There you go.” He nodded to Kennedy and Fitzgerald. “Thank you both.” He guided Steven to his feet and smiled at him and (Y/N). “Aren’t they terrific?”

            “Yeah, they’re lovely,” said Steven.

            “Efficient,” said (Y/N).

            “Well, it’s no wonder your scales don’t balance, Steven,” said Harrow. “It must be very difficult having all those voices inside one head. Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Khonshu…I’m curious, do you think that Khonshu chose you as his Avatar because your mind would be so easy to break or because it was broken already?”

            “No, I-I’m not broken,” said Steven.

            (Y/N) didn’t need their senses to know that was the truth.

            “Just need some help, maybe,” added Steven.

            That was also true, but (Y/N) was inclined to believe the “help” needed was just some communication.

            “That’s right. That’s why I’m here. To help,” said Harrow.

            Lie. (Y/N) shivered at the intensity of their senses.

            “And you. (Y/N) (L/N),” said Harrow. “I wonder what voice you have in your mind.”

            (Y/N) narrowed their eyes warily.

            “Oh, yes, I know you’re an Avatar,” said Harrow, smiling. “I recognize the signs. Listening for what others can’t hear. Trying to hide from attention. Hollow eyes.” Harrow continued to gaze at (Y/N) with a benevolent look. “So, who is it?”

            “Be careful,” warned Ma’at.

            (Y/N) raised their eyes to see Ma’at standing, a story tall, behind Harrow.

            “Ah. They’re here. Don’t worry. You don’t need to be afraid,” said Harrow.

            Lie.

            “I understand how you feel. I was once an Avatar,” said Harrow. He chuckled kindly, and (Y/N)’s hairs stood on end as he tried to make them relax with him. “When I was younger. Perhaps, though, not as young as you. Your age is quite…unusual. Maybe that’s why they chose you. Easy to mold.”

            “I was chosen by Ma’at because of my heart,” said (Y/N). Because truth and lies are a part of me.

            “Ah. Ma’at,” said Harrow, and (Y/N) frowned. “Another deity devoted to justice like Ammit.” He looked at Steven. “Like Khonshu. We’re all so similar. We all serve the same ideals.”

            “Kill him!” Khonshu materialized, shouting, and Steven gasped.

            “Oh, is he here now?” said Harrow. He hardly seemed concerned. “What’s he saying, huh? Is he telling you to kill me?”

            “Break his windpipe!” ordered Khonshu.

            “Get away with the scarab,” said Ma’at. “Escape before Harrow does any harm.”

            (Y/N) absolutely wanted to, but one quick glance around said that they were surrounded by Harrow’s people.

            “Yeah, he’s saying that,” said Steven nervously.

            “Well, just remember, neither of you have to do everything your deity asks for,” said Harrow kindly. “So, Steven, before you get excited and put on the cape, and (Y/N), before you try to run, I’d love to take this opportunity to show you around.”

            “We can’t just walk away,” said (Y/N). Truth. They were stuck.

            “You can after we have a brief talk,” said Harrow.

            It didn’t register as a lie, but (Y/N) knew he was omitting that he wanted to scarab in order to let them go.

            Khonshu kicked a trashcan across the alley in anger. Steven jumped, and (Y/N) flinched.

            “Khonshu, do not act rashly,” said Ma’at harshly.

            “Do not think to order me,” retorted Khonshu.

            “It’s alright, it’s alright. Listen to me, not them,” said Harrow. “That’s all either of them can do without your help. Come.” Harrow guided them further into his neighborhood.

            (Y/N) felt like a fly walking farther into the spider’s web.

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Hi! Interest check

Scarab jar shaker charm keychain?

3.5'' (88.9mm), one side epoxy, 10 € (=11$) each.

shipping should be either 2€ or 5€ for priority

If you would GENUINELY buy this, pls respond to this post to let me know how many I should make!

Prismo's label would be on the back, so a put-together keychain would look like this

(the images are low quality only for this post lmao I'll make sure to not use anything blurry for the actual thing)

UPDATE: the keychains have been ordered!

Feel free to still comment/respond here if you'd want one, cause I've got VERY few as a test run but if they turn out well I might restock later!

Anyways, everyone who responded till now will be notified when they go up :)) have a good day!

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Symphony No. 40 - Jaime Reyes X GN Reader

Title: Symphony No. 40

Jaime Reyes X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Khaji-Da, and Milagro (Mentioned)

WC: 1,649

Warnings: Teasing, flirting, slight suggestion (nothing major), Blue Beetle canon violence mentioned very briefly, cuddling, nicknames, and so much fluff

The soft melody of classical music coming from your radio filled your small bedroom. It was a song that you recognized, but you didn't know whether it was Mozart or Beethoven. Either way, you were just enjoying your quiet night in, humming along to the music as you read your fantasy book in your hands. 

It was one of your favorites, about a young woman who was chosen to become the new Elf Queen. It was full of adventure, romance, and it even made you laugh most of the time. You really liked one of the characters, Torien, she was the kingdom's head guard. She was witty and funny, and she reminded you of a friend of yours. 

Just as you were getting to the good part, with Allena, the new Elf Queen, and Filius, a human traveler, there was a knock on your window. Pausing, you looked up from your book pages, letting out a sigh but smiling nonetheless when you saw Jaime at your window. 

Getting up, you head over to the window. Unlocking it, you pushed the window up, allowing Jaime to hop in. You helped pull him in, your smile widening slightly as you watched him stumble a bit. It surprised you that even though he was a superhero, he still had a hard time getting into your room.

Letting out his own sign, he stood up straight, giving you his charming, but sheepish smile. "Hey, sorry for just coming over without letting you know first." He apologized, rubbing the nape of his neck as he looked at you with a bashful smile, "Didn't mean to interrupt your reading."

Shaking your head, you smiled and waved a hand dismissively. "No worries, Jaime, are you alright?" 

Jaime shrugged, dropping his hand to stuff both of them in his jacket pockets, "Just tired. And I wanted to see you." 

With your heart skipping a beat from his sweet comment, you smiled mischievously as you glanced from Jaime, to your bed, and back. "Too tired for cuddling?" You asked, innocently, fidgeting with your fingers in front of you.

"Well, I'm never too tired to cuddle you." Jaime answered, looking away. A blush crept onto his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck again. 

You couldn't help but admire him for a moment, absolutely smitten by him. Your heart fluttered a little as you walked up to him, cupping his cheek. Smiling softly, you leaned up and gave him a gentle peck on the lips. "You're always welcome to come here whenever you want. No matter what time it is. I'm always up for cuddles, or talking, or anything really..." You trailed off, shrugging a shoulder as Jaime took a step closer, his hands coming out of his pockets to hold onto your waist. 

"Anything?" Jaime asked, a small smirk appearing on his face as he gazed down at you intently, making your own cheeks feel warm as you swallowed thickly. 

"Well, yes,.." You admitted slowly, looking up at him through your eyelashes, as Jaime gulped. 

"Jaime, your serotonin and oxytocin levels are rising at an alarming rate." Khaji-Da's voice echoed through his mind, making Jaime let out a small huff.

"Shut up," He spoke softly, making you raise an eyebrow, only for the young superhero to shake his head, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, "Not you, mi amor. Khaji-Da." He explained, making you hum.

"What did Khaji say?" You asked, generally interested as Jaime just smiled at the nickname you gave his scarab. 

Jaime then shook his head lightly, his curls bouncing as he did so, "Nothing,"

You hummed, not really believing him as you grabbed his hand from your cheek. Stepping back, you pulled Jaime to your bed. Flopping down on your side of the bed, you were about to grab your book when Jaime plopped down beside you. 

You watched as he nudged your legs open a bit before laying down in between them. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pressed the side of his face into your stomach, inhaling deeply before releasing a soft groan. You laughed quietly at the sight, resting a hand gently on his head. 

Brushing your fingers through his hair, Jaime sighed in content as you played with his curls. You were so amazed by how soft his curls were, it was like petting clouds. You knew that he loved it when you played with his hair as well. You had found that it relaxed him greatly. 

Biting your bottom lip, you grabbed your book with your free hand. Opening it to the page you were last on, you got back to reading; your other hand running through Jaime's hair, occasionally gently scratching at his scalp which sent shivers down his spine. 

As you began to hum to the classical music, a small smile grew on Jaime's lips. Jaime never thought he'd find someone like you, someone so amazing in every sense of the word. Who was understanding and patient with him. Who was funny and who he was absolutely in love with. 

He could feel himself growing drowsy and heavy against your stomach, but he forced himself to stay awake. For you. For this moment. He wanted to be present and awake.

Your eyes glanced at Jaime, a soft smile on your face as you noticed how exhausted he seemed to be.

"You should sleep. Take a nap, honey." You suggested, brushing your thumb down the space in between his brows and down the slope of his nose. Jaime opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again after a few moments, closing his eyes as he leaned further into your touch.

Jaime knew he shouldn't go to sleep, but he was too comfortable to argue with your wishes. He was so tired, and so captivated by you, that he couldn't even think properly anymore. Jaime let himself succumb to sleep, snuggling deeper into your stomach, his fingers dipping beneath your shirt to press against your soft, warm skin; grounding him.

You continued to listen to the music, running your fingers through his hair soothingly as you continued to read your book. You didn't know how long he had been out until you heard his phone go off. Your hand went still on his head, watching as Jaime's eyebrows furrowed and he groaned. 

Blinking, Jaime pushed himself up, falling onto his side on the bed, and pulling out his phone from his pocket. A small, disappointed frown came to his face and you mirrored it. He had to go.

"Hero stuff?" You asked softly, trying not to sound too upset as Jaime let out a sigh, nodding. 

"Yeah, something happened. I need to meet with some of the team." Jaime answered, running a hand through his hair before dropping his phone onto the bed, and letting out a deep sigh, running a hand down his face. 

You hummed sadly, seeing how tired he was. Reaching over, you threaded your fingers through his dark hair once more, smiling wistfully as Jaime shut his eyes for a moment. "You better go then. Even though I really want to keep you here." You muttered, Jaime opening his eyes to meet yours as he raised himself up on an arm. 

"You could keep me here," He suggested, trailing off a bit, "If you want to."

Your cheeks flushed, grinning as you rolled your eyes playfully, "I wish I could but I don't want any angry superheroes at my door just because I made you miss some super important meetup." Your hand left his hair, your fingers trailing down to caress his jawline. "Besides, the world needs you, Blue Beetle."

Jaime nodded before dropping his head, cheeks flushed as his stomach fluttered at the sound of your voice calling him by his hero name. "You're right. I guess I'll go." He finally relented, pushing himself up. Scooting over, Jaime pressed both his hands on the mattress between your head, leaning forward, pressing his lips to yours in a goodbye.

His lips lingered against yours for a moment, pulling back as you both breathed softly against each other. Eyes half-lidded as he pressed one more final kiss to your lips, which you quickly returned. But before Jaime could have any chance to try and stay, you broke the kiss, chuckling softly as you rested a hand on his cheek, bringing his forehead to rest against yours, "Go, be safe."

Jaime chuckled, kissing your forehead, his curls tickling your forehead and the apples of your cheeks as he did so, making you smile brightly, "Always, mi amor." 

Sitting up on your arms, you watched as Jaime stumbled off your bed and looped a leg over your windowsill. Turning to look at you once more, Jaime gave you his signature wide grin, throwing you one last wink before gracefully crashing onto the metal fire-escape. 

You pressed a hand to your mouth to muffle any of your laughter as you watched Jaime sit up, now in his Blue Beetle attire. "I'm alright! I'm fine! I'm good!" He exclaimed, slightly embarrassed, his arms raised to reassure you that he was indeed alright. 

Before you knew it, he flew off in a haze of blue, leaving you alone once again. Sighing, you turned your attention to your room again. Getting up, you shut and locked your window before hopping back into bed. Looking at your book, you opened it, only to pause and let out a small yawn.

Closing your book, you sat it on your bedside table, next to the framed photos of you and Jaime visiting Palmera and of you and Jaime with his sister. That picture always made you laugh. You laid on your side, facing the now shut window as you closed your eyes, and drifted off to sleep with a smile on your face; feeling warmth bloom in your chest.