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icarusredwings · 7 months ago

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Dhawan!Master:

(Slightly biased)

Do I have to put a trigger warning for a discussion of toxic relationships?? I mean.. this IS Thoschei... So I dont think so but just incase-

Tw: Emotional munipulation/abuse (?)

(And kidnapping- duh)

9 and dhawan wouldn't get along JUST enough to be a DISASTER together. And what I mean by this is that he would hate him so much but also roll his eyes and say something heavily childish every time he claimed to be evil or horrible because while 9 would think he's annoying as shit, he'd also be annoying as shit. 9 is very unhealed, and the bloke is about as mature as a super genius 17 year old with anger issues, so their arguemnts would sound more like two teenage boys.

This also being said, dhawan would LOVE tormenting 9. He wants to be noticed, even if that means being punched in the face so 9 would be perfect. All he would have to do is say something like;

"Big ears cry baby says wot?"

"Wot!?"

"Ha!! Got you!"

"Just wait until I get my hands on you -!"

"😏 Now, now, dear doctor, take me out for dinner first!"

"Oh, you wish 🙄"

And he would get all the attention he'd want. Dude doesn't know when to shut up, and someone might have to kiss him to make him stop yapping.

Theres two ways 10 is going to go.

He's either going to fix him, or he's going to make him WORSE. There is no in-between. 10 is not strict enough to handle the discipline and routine that dhawan needs. Dhawan could bite a kid at the park, and 10 would go. "Aww buddy, we talked about this!! But im 83% sure that those big wet puppy eyes could convince him to become good. Just a little bit. Enough to be able to take him to Burger King and only eat food, not people kind of good. He's still gonna growl and bite, tho.... maybe 10 should muzzle him..

Play fighting except this man wants you to full fist him in the face while sparring.

11 is just as much crackhead energy as he is and I think this would scare him at first until he realizes that someone finally can keep up and match his freak enough to spend 12 hours striaght in a bouncy castle while talking about different subcultural issues on various planets... that is.. until dhawan pops it or feels the need to do something really evil and just cages him because he doesn't want him to be friends with anyone else.

Obviously, dhawans obsessed with 11. Playing is a HUGE part of their relationship (cat and mouse/tag/hide and seek/super heros/cops and robbers/pirates specifically). He found his childhood best friend again 💕(even if he is a little stupid now). He feels like he's missed him for so long, and now that he has him again? Good luck prying him from his cold, dead hands.

He even steals his fez, but he draws the line at fish fingers and custard.

"Dude.. That's just gross.."

"It's good!!"

"It's not. It's really - really not."

(I dont know why, but I keep feeling like 11 gets kidnapped. Maybe it's because he was sitting in handcuffs smiling and waiting for his wife to rescue him. Which does inevitably happen.)

(Why is he so awkward? Oh, that's right because the guy has 0 people skills, and honestly, idk how he even managed to mask so long to get voted in as PM or if that was what Lucy was for)

12 is extremely annoyed, but that's okay because any attention to dhawan is good attention. I can see 12 walking away and him following him STILL talking and teasing him, trying to impress him and one up him in any way, calling him "Old man" like he's his grandpa or something weird. I'm not entirely certain that 12 has the patience to fix him. I dont think he makes him worse, though? I imagine dhawan is about to do something really stupid and 12 shout at him;

"What are you doing!? Get down from there, you idiot, you'll hurt yourself!"

"Who let grandpa out the home?"

"What!!?? 🤨 WERE THE SAME AGE"

"Nu uh"

"What do you mean nu uh!?"

Either that OR

They're jumping out windows TOGETHER.

No in between.

Look at this face of disbelief. "I can't believe you just ignored me. God what a cunt" Like babes, you got a new face now, give it a bit, mkay? Her Time Lord sensors have been broken from being around River for 20+ years. You'll get her, and she'll be so shocked, I promise honey <3

Take everything domestic from spydoc, 10s playfulness and understanding and shove it together and BAM you have 14 and spy which consists of 14 laying down strict rules and routines (much how 13 does for missy) and because of these rules, he therefore gets rewards as well. Because of the fact 14 is settling and most of the people in the house work full-time jobs, it means he will have his full attention. No, unless its a very good day 14 will not be in the bouncy castle but he will infact cuddle in bed, watch movie marathons, tell him about therapy, take him to get galactic ice cream, take him on walks, and graciously accept acts of service like tea and sandwitches.

Now, I don't think this is perfect, there is times when spy is still naughty and gets purposly ignored (not the healthiest communication, but it works).

Dhawan blew up the microwave for fun? Suddenly, the garden outside needs tending, and 14 is busy for the next 2 hours. Dhawan is not allowed in the garden. It's one of the rules. He's told to replace the microwave. If he does, when the 2 hours is up, they'll watch a movie and talk about why he blew it up. If not? He's ignoring him until he does.

Because dhawan just wants to be SEEN. He wants to be praised. He wants to be noticed and valided. He wants the Doctor to acknowledge hes on the same level as him, if not higher. That he IS capable of stuff then just party tricks and that he IS special, important and needed.

Why? Because this is how it's always been. Doc has always been the one to get the attention of the adults and get the special praise despite being expelled, failed his TARDIS test, had no friends and was late for exams, AND murdered 3 kids. He wants the Doctor to acknowledge that he is his equal (even though technically he has more degrees than the Doctor and is actually licensed)

Bonus points if the rewards scream puppy play like going to the park or petting, because that's kind of what's happening. He's being trained. It's a very conditional and toxic relationship, but eventually, it works because soon enough, he's conditioned to earthly social rules, that exploding microwaves while jumping up and down and clapping is not acceptable behavior.

The whole trope is very kinky 'pet' vibes, except the "pet" is just an autistic coded super bored universal genuis who craves affection and chaos at the same time so yes Donna, You gotta knock or else you're going to see some things.

Lemme know if im onto something here because I was kinda nervous to say that last part and I don't know if it's just me or if after a couple of months these two would actually work out pretty decently.

It would turn into dhawan giggling because he left a very obvious banana peel on the floor, and 14 can't help but smile, roll his eyes and starts laughing too because dude- hes cute. He swears he's evil, but he's just adorable.

(And the Doctor knows adorable when he sees it, he's met Rose Tyler)

Hand flaps. Thats all.

I WOULD say 15 could fix him because 15 is energetic and is kinda stable, but then again... the man failed at fixing himself so likkkeee.... Would they kiss? Most definitely. Would dhawan become a love sick obsessive stalker? What? Like he isn't already?? (Yes) Would 15 make him worse? Yes. Do I care? No. #let them kiss

*Clamps a metal braclet onto his wrist*

"Uhh babes, what are you doing?😅"

"Just a lil tracker so I know where you are at all times dear nothing to worry about teheehe 💞"

"..... I fear I have made a mistake..... FIREBALL!"

"Awww what is that our safe word?"

"No. Its her cue."

"Whos cue?"

*Ruby comes in with a flamethrower*

Ruby, who has learned some references from Rouge: I DIDN'T ASK HOW BIG THE ROOM WAS I SAID CAST FIREBALL!!

And that is bassically Doctor Who folks.

Regarding my "Switching up the masters and their respective doctors" post.

How I think Nu who Masters would react to being placed with Nu who Doctors that aren't theirs.

(A thread)

(I would include classic, but I couldn't bare the idea of separating 3 from delgado. They're a bonded pair 🥺 This is all in good fun <and over exagerated>, but I can't promise anyone didn't get hurt during this experiment. Someone most DEFINITELY got hurt. It was me. Im in the hospital as we speak.)

Notes: Technecally, since 9 did *meet* a master in the audios but never actually got one, him and 11 are in for a real suprise.

Going in order! Feel free to comment on what you think!

#spoilers #the master #doctor who #thoschei #dhawan!master #the fourteenth doctor #tenth doctor #11th doctor #spydoc #15th doctor #koschei #rouge dw #ruby sunday #jack harkness #dr who meme #donna noble

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bookgirlfan · 2 years ago

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Secrets

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“We can’t tell you, it’s a secret!” Rose said excitedly, turning back and whispering to Mylene, leaving Nino as the only one who saw the look of raw devastation cross Adrien’s face.

It was visible for a mere second before being replaced by Adrien’s usual calm smile. If not for the way it had left an afterimage on Nino’s eyelids, like staring at a candle that’s suddenly snuffed out, Nino would have doubted he’d seen it at all.

He raised his hand. “Mme Bustier? Can Adrien take me to the nurse? I don’t feel well.”

Mme Bustier’s eyes drifted to Marinette, who as class representative should be the one to take him, but fortunately she didn’t object. “Of course, Nino.”

He slid out of their bench and walked out of the classroom, hearing Adrien’s quiet footsteps behind him. “Nino? This isn’t the way to the nurse’s office.”

“I know.” Nino kept going. They passed the art room door and he considered stopping, but that wouldn’t be enough. Not private enough, and too small. Adrien didn’t like small spaces. He kept going to the roof instead.

“Nino, where are we going?”

“We need to talk.”

Adrien’s footsteps faltered.

“I’m not mad,” Nino hastily assured him, turning around enough he could look Adrien in the eye. “At least, not at you, dude.”

“But at someone. Who?” Nino opened his mouth. “And don’t say my dad.”

“I am always mad at your dad.” Nino pushed open the door to the rooftop, taking a few steps out then sitting on the ground. He beckoned Adrien to join him, then grabbed his hand and yanked him down when he hesitated.

Adrien fell against him, cheek bouncing off his shoulder and knee scraping the concrete, but he recovered himself, sitting upright. Their knees were still close enough to touch. “Nino, are you okay?”

“Are you okay?” Nino retorted.

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I, dude. I saw your face back there. Something about what Rose said made you look like Chat Noir had Cataclysmed your dog in front of you.”

“I don’t have a dog,” Adrien said, deliberately obtuse.

Nino rolled his eyes. “Fine, your hamster, or whatever mouse you keep in your pocket and keep feeding cheese.”

Adrien’s face abruptly went blank.

“Dude, you don’t need to tell me.” Nino waved it off, and Adrien’s shoulders lost some of their tenseness. “I am one hundred percent a fan of you having a pet you can keep without your dad knowing. I just want to know if you’re okay.”

“Of course, Nino. I’m fine.” The model smile was back. Nino wanted to scream.

“No, I should have seen it earlier, but you’re so not fine. Something is hurting you. Adrien, dude, you’re my best friend.” He laid a hand on Adrien’s shoulder, trying to physically press into him just how much he cared. “Talk to me.”

He waited. And waited. He’d wait all day if that’s what it took to prove to Adrien that he was there to listen.

Adrien smiled at him with that perfect model smile, until it softened into something more real. “It’s just a bad day, Nino. I didn’t want to worry you.” He leaned into Nino’s hand, eyelids slipping closed. He didn’t have the shadowed eyes Nino usually associated with tiredness, but neither did Alya most days and he knew how bad her sleep schedule was. Makeup could hide a lot.

Any other day, Nino would leave it there. Adrien knew he cared enough to ask, and that was enough. They weren’t the kind of friends who had a lot of serious conversations. This time, though, Nino could still see the devastation on Adrien’s face whenever he closed his eyes. He wasn’t letting Adrien go without some kind of explanation. “Bro, I’m more worried now. What Rose said really upset you. You can talk to me about it.”

Adrien shook his head, drawing back from Nino, though Nino noticed he didn’t quite draw far enough for them to lose contact. “I’m fine. I wouldn’t want you to think I’m obnoxious.”

Nino froze. He remembered that word. He’d gone over the idiocy that had gotten him akumatised into Rocketear over and over in the last 48 hours since it happened, and the horrible things he’d said about Chat Noir were definitely part of it. He knew akuma victims weren’t responsible for what they said or did, but he hadn’t been akumatised when he’d said those things, and now it had hurt Adrien. It had been bad enough saying that about a teammate, but now he’d hurt a friend. “You don’t annoy me, Adrien, and neither does Chat Noir. I shouldn’t have said that. The puns might be a little annoying sometimes,” he confessed, because if he wanted Adrien to be honest with him he should be honest too, “but mostly they’re pretty funny. They remind me of you.”

“Yeah?” Adrien breathed, and Nino had never known Adrien was such a Chat Noir fan but that shine in his eyes was brighter than they’d been for days.

“Yeah, dude! Chat Noir’s pretty cool. You’d like him.” Nino’s brain chose that moment to make the connection between that conversation and what Rose had said. “Is that what you’re upset about?” That I kept being Carapace secret from you?”

“No! Not really. Secret identities, I understand. But…” Adrien looked away, rubbing his neck in that characteristic nervous movement. “There’s a girl I know…from work! You don’t know her!” Adrien looked at him, and he nodded, because that seemed to be what Adrien needed and anything that would help Adrien talk right now was a good thing in his books. “We used to be really good friends, but she got…promoted, and now she’s keeping secrets from me. She used to before, but the boss told her to, and now she’s the new boss and she’s doing it even more. She barely talks to me. She’ll talk to other people, and she’ll tell them things she won’t tell me, even if it’s something I should know.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “Sometimes I think she wishes she didn’t have to work with me at all.”

Nino dropped his voice equally low. “Would’t she just tell you that?”

Adrien shook his head. “She wouldn’t. She’s too kind. But she doesn’t need me anymore.” He drew his knees up, hiding his face. “She won’t even tell me that much. She must think I’m stupid if she thinks I wouldn’t notice.”

Nino reached out and grabbed Adrien’s hand, hating this girl for hurting his bro so badly and not even noticing. “Dude, if she thinks you’re stupid, she doesn’t know you at all! You’re, like, the smartest guy I know!”

“Max built an artificially intelligent robot from his laptop,” Adrien’s thin voice came from behind his still drawn up knees.

“Okay, other than Max,” Nino allowed. “But you’re right after him!”

“You treat me like I’m stupid too, though.” Adrien’s voice was practically non-existent now, and it took Nino a moment to figure out what he’d said. When he did, his brow furrowed. He opened his mouth, to protest or ask for clarification he wasn’t sure, but Adrien whispered, “With Marinette.”

Nino stilled. “Not stupid,” he weakly defended. “Just oblivious.”

“Oblivious to what?” Adrien’s face came up, golden locks tousled and messy. It looked strangely familiar. “Everyone laughs if I say Marinette doesn’t like me, so that can’t be it, and she doesn’t have a crush on me because I asked her that and she said no, and she could be intimidated by my dad, but she’s so talented and she knows Jagged Stone, he’s even Luka and Juleka’s dad and she’s not intimidated by them, so why me? It has to be something, but no one will tell me! What am I missing?!” He panted slightly, the frustration painted over his face fading into shock and nerves as he realised all he had just said.

Nino hugged him before he could retreat back behind his knees. “I’m sorry, bro. I didn’t know you noticed. Or that you’d care so much.”

“It’s Marinette. She’s amazing. But she barely talks to me, and no one will tell me why.” Adrien rested his head on Nino’s shoulder, his words muffled in Nino’s shirt. “It’s just another secret.”

“I’m starting to get your problem with secrets.”

“That’s not even all of it.” His arms tightened around Nino. “I think Father and Nathalie are dating, but they won’t tell me. And now she’s sick, the same way Mother was, and they won’t tell me anything about that either. Everyone I know is hiding something from me.”

“I’m not!” Nino immediately protested, before wincing as he realised yes, he was. “Okay, I am, but one of them is superhero stuff so I can’t tell you. I shouldn’t have told you my identity at all. Ladybug’s going to be so mad…” Hastily shoving that thought away before he could panic, he continued, “But I do know why Marinette is awkward around you. She just doesn’t want you to know.”

“Oh.” Wet drops sank into Nino’s shirt.

Despite his best intentions, Nino panicked. “It’s not bad! She wants to tell you herself! That’s all! She doesn’t secretly hate you or anything! No secrets!”

Adrien pulled away with a chuckle, wiping his eyes. Some of the makeup had come off, his tiredness showing through underneath, but he no longer looked so desolate. “No secrets,” he agreed. “Except superhero ones.”

“Well…I could talk to Ladybug?” Nino offered, knowing it likely wouldn’t work but hating that his secrets were hurting Adrien.

Adrien shook his head. “No. You don’t have to do that. And if Marinette doesn’t want me to know her secret until she tells it, I’ll wait.” He wiped his eyes again. “I’m just being stupid.” He looked up at Nino with a little smile, as though sharing an inside joke.

Nino’s heart hurt. “Dude, no. You’re not being stupid. It isn’t fair so many people are keeping secrets from you.”

Adrien shrugged. “I’m used to it. I’ll get used to it,” he corrected himself.

Nino pulled him back into a hug. “You shouldn’t have to.” Internally, Nino cursed girl-from-work, and Gabriel Agreste, and Marinette, and especially himself. “I’m sorry, bro. I can’t do anything.”

“You do a lot, Nino. You listen to me.” Adrien looked away. “You have no idea how much that means.”

#miraculous ladybug #my writing #stories

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mandoinevarro · 5 years ago

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NO REFUNDS

Words: 5.1k :))

Rating: E, baby

Warnings: Smut (surprise surprise), bad words :0, masturbation, a biiiit of praise kink, face fucking, cumplay? let me know on the comments, etc. etc.

a/n: Happy Star Wars day!! The first few lines of this are an attempt at dumb comedy, but humor me a little and you’ll get a reward (smut) along the yellow-brick road

Finally, the lanky kid behind the counter stops air drumming with two chicken bones gnawed dry and trails his dopey eyes from the gloved fist on the table, up a bracer, and along a flexed arm, until they settle on the Mandalorian helmet staring him down and waiting for an answer. The employee removes the music bandeau from around his ears and settles it down, its noise so loud Mando can hear it from where it lays. The kid scratches the whiskers of facial hair growing patchy on his cheeks and thoughtfully nibbles on one of the bones, trying to figure out what one does when a client shows up.

“Uh, what?”

“I need to speak to the owner,” the Mandalorian repeats slowly.

“Oh, uh.” Mouth gaping like a fish too stupid to know it should fear hooks, the kid calmly turns his attention to the four walls of the hardware store, searching for guidance in the fluorescent signs hanging around the room and dictating the store’s rules like they’re ancient scriptures:

NO CHILDREN

WILL BUY STOLEN GOODS FOR LOWER PRICE

NO IMPS

NO REPUBLIC OFFICIALS

NO REFUNDS

NO APPOINTMENT, NO MEETING

“You, uh,” the kid continues, lingering on that last stanza and flicking open a dusty agenda that probably hasn’t been touched since the war ended, “you got an appointment, uh, sir?” He drags a greasy finger down the planner, squinting at nothing and pretending to read the page that Mando can clearly see is empty.

The bounty hunter sighs, holding on to the last reserves of patience that hang precariously on the cliff of his self-restraint, threatening to let go and leave him to his own anger. “No. But she’ll see me.” You better. You better fucking see him. “I was sold equipment here a few days ago, some of it faulty. I need to speak to her.”

The navigator. The fucking navigator. Of all the bunch of overpriced, black market scraps you’d somehow convinced the Mandalorian to buy from you last time, it just had to be the navigator. He still has his old blasters. Pumps are cheap. Even the deflector shields he could’ve done without for a couple of months. But the fucking navigator. The lack of droids on the Crest means that Mando relies solely on the navigator to set coordinates. Without it, he wouldn’t be able to find his way out of a system, let alone make hyperjumps. Even worse, the model is so old, its glitching isn’t recognized by the control panel, so he had to hover around the atmosphere of this damned planet for three days before figuring out what it was, throwing off his schedule and losing track of two bounties in the process. All because you sold him a damaged version of the one part he can’t do without.

But your gaping-mouthed kid worker seems too unused to visitors to really care about Mando’s request, too entertained nibbling on a bare bone and eyeing the costumer in front of him as a knowing smirk cracks his lips and he says, “I dig it.”

“You…you ‘dig it’? I don’t…”

“The whole, y’know.” He draws circles in the air with the bone, signaling the beskar armor while he wipes the sauce around his mouth with a sleeve. “The, uh, Mondolarian vibe you’ve got going on. Very retro, dude. I dig it.”

Mondo…? Bewilderment overshadows irritation for a second, and Mando focuses all his energy into searching the kid’s vacant eyes for a sign of intelligent life. “I…I am a Mandalorian.”

Fucking stars above, it’s never easy with you. If not your endless teasing, it’s the exorbitant prices, your unwillingness to compromise, or your scurrying around so he’s forced to play cat and mouse with you. Your latest impossible challenge for him to tackle is, apparently, getting a straight answer from the obtuse employee you must have handpicked from a catalogue of idiots to torture Mando. Maker, he’s surprised your store hasn’t gone bankrupt yet. He can’t imagine anyone else in the galaxy putting up with your whims. And he only does it because…well, because…

After dedicating a couple of seconds to crafting the perfect response for what appears to be his very first client, the kid muses, “Well, shit, what do I know.” He flashes a toothy smile as he rereads the dogmas on the walls. “Says nothing about Mondolarians here, but, uh—”

“—Look,” Mando bargains with your gatekeeper, trying to level the exasperation escaping the vocoder, “I only have one faulty part. Let me talk to the owner, and—”

“—Shit. I bet it was the microvalves.” Your staff of one hangs his tuff of hair in shame, swaying it limply from side to side, before staring straight at the visor apologetically. “My bad, dude, I’ve been trying to get them right, but I always fuck them up. It’s hard, y’know? Red with red, white with white. Why not red with white? Or—”

“—No. What? No. Listen to me. You sold me a busted—”

“—I sold you?” the kid scoffs, his eyes suddenly snapping wide and offended, ignoring Mando’s clenching fists, which usually make normal people cower. “Excuse me, mister Mondolarian sir, but I don’t, uh, don’t recall selling you shit, in fact—”

“—Not—not you personally, the store, look, just—”

“—in fact, I’ve never even met a Mondolarian before and you’ve, uh, no right—no right— to judge my microvalves that I worked hard on—”

“Let him in.” Your voice carries its usual amusement as it cuts between the Mandalorian and the kid, breaking off the bickering from both ends and drawing their attention to the melody’s source. You lean on the doorframe leading to your workshop, holding a pair of pliers in one hand and a wrench in the other. Grease is smeared on your face, where teeth bite down on a playful smirk and the twinkle in your eyes speaks of terrible intentions—like always. You tilt your head back to the room behind you. “C’mon, Mando. Let my receptionist work.”

With a sigh, the hunter moves towards the separate room, not before glancing back at the receptionist, who throws him one last disapproving look and wraps the bandeau that never stopped blasting music around his ears.

“Why do you keep him here?” the Mandalorian grunts as you push yourself off the doorframe to move inside your studio.

You shrug. “It’s him or droids.”

Mando trails after you inside the cramped workshop, filled to the brim with piles and piles of sensors and motors and all the other scraps from dubious origins you collect, fix, and resell. He closes the door behind him and pushes a large tube hanging from the roof to the side to walk closer to you.

Facing him, you plummet on your wheeled chair with a sigh, your arms dangling off the armrests, still holding the wrench and the pliers, like you’re the monarch of your little kingdom of junk granting him an audience.

There, Mando finally gets a good look at you, and—much to his annoyance—you’re as lovely as always. Glistening and greasy, you’re still beautiful with oil stains on your skin and fat droplets of sweat trailing your temple. You beam at him from your squeaky throne with that faint grin that attracts nothing but trouble. Maker, no wonder you always manage to talk circles around him. But not this time. This time he won’t fall for your little games. He won’t, he won’t, he won’t. Tonight he’s walking out of here with all of his money, no matter how much you bat your pretty eyelashes at him.

The Mandalorian squares his stance and straightens his back in a futile attempt to intimidate you, strutting ahead firmly and pointing an accusing finger at your face.

“You sold me a—”

“—a busted navigator.” You roll your eyes and push yourself to your legs abruptly before the hunter can get any closer. He stops dead on his tracks. You wave the wrench and the pliers in the air like the conductor of an orchestra. “I sold you a busted navigator.” The vowels are dragged out with an exaggerated tune to make fun of him. “Yeah, I heard you the first four thousand times, Mando.”

Without looking, you drop the pliers to the side. They land dead center on an open storage box. Perfectly. Almost rehearsed. Something clicks. The Mandalorian suddenly finds the missing piece of a puzzle he didn’t know needed solving, and he feels his shoulders deflate and release some of the anger that drove him to your store in the first place.

You peacock closer to him, one foot in front of the other and swaying your hips as you look down to the wrench in your hand. “But, you should know by now,” you murmur once you find yourself only inches away from the beskar, your voice morphing its earlier mock exasperation into the tone you only use whenever you two aren’t talking business. You look up at him, failing miserably at masking the mischief in your eyes. “I don’t do refunds.” You lift the wrench and grin as it taps the beskar breastplate lightly with a tink.

And before you can blink, Mando’s hand flies to your wrist to clutch it roughly, squeezing without hurting you, but with enough strength to force your fist open. Just like he knows you like it. The wrench falls to the floor with a bang that makes you jump. It’s Mando’s turn to smile when he pulls you by the wrist to press you closer against him. The cocky glint in your eyes dulls into confusion.

“I never said it was the navigator,” he informs you lowly.

You tense under his grasp and shift your jaw. “You knew I’d come back,” he continues, encouraged by your grimace. Staring at your feet, you half-heartedly try to wriggle away from his grasp, but he grabs your other wrist instead and holds you flush against the cold beskar. “Okay. I’m back. Now give me my money.”

But his satisfaction is short-lived, because if there’s anyone in the universe who knows no shame, that’s you. So you simply bite your lower lip and move your head from side to side to shake hair and embarrassment off your face. When you look up at the visor again it’s with that brazen insolence that secretly gets the Mandalorian going like nothing else in the galaxy.

“A girl gets lonely in here,” you purr. Your wrists relax, and make no attempt to pull away. “Can you blame me for wanting you back a little earlier?” Your plush lips curl into the perverse smile of someone who’s holding all the cards, making heat rush involuntarily to his crotch. And it drives him fucking insane. He could have you tied, shackled, or bent over, and you would still sneer at him like you had him wrapped around your finger.

At his silence, you wedge a leg tightly between his thighs and massage it against the bulge between. Your gasp in fake surprise when his length hardens at the first hint of a brush, too unused to any sort of physical contact to remain neutral to your bold caresses. He bites down hard on his lip to suppress a moan. He won’t give you the satisfaction.

Mando’s learnt, though, that his restraint only feeds your audacity. Only makes you taunt him more. His lack of response spurs you on, and you crane your neck forward to lick a slow line along the beskar of the chest. You blink at him playfully as you go, stuffing your tongue back into your mouth once you reach the top edge of the breastplate.

You must find it funny. How his ribs expand and contract in anticipation. How he tends to roll and unroll his fists in an attempt to suppress the instinct to throw you on top of the table so crowded by clutter that he can barely see the surface beneath and fuck the smirks off your face. How he always gives in. How he stiffens both scandalized and impossibly aroused every time you introduce him to some newer, filthier act. You must think it’s so fucking funny.

And as much as the bounty hunter wants to shove you back against your crumbling wheeled chair, he knows you’ll only enjoy it more. So he simply lets go of your wrists and steps back.

“I’m only here for my money,” he lies.

The vicious grin grows wider. “Oh, so you’re making me work for it tonight.” You step back and lean against a table with your arms crossed over your chest, purposefully pushing your tits against the cleavage. Mando shifts in his place. Licking your lips until they glisten, you give him a once-over. You study him inch by inch, and an uncomfortable rope knots in his stomach when he realizes that this is how his bounties must feel when he watches them wordlessly.

Your eyes settle on his visor, and a decision seems to cross them as you walk over to sit on your creaking chair. “Or maybe you just want to hear me beg.” You part your legs wide and clutch the armrest with one hand while the other disappears under the waist of your pants. The contour of your hand shifts up and down slowly inside the crotch of your trousers, and your lips crook into a full O as they release a deep, foul moan. “Is that it?” Your eyes are glossy and malignant, trained on his visor. “You want me to beg for your cock?”

His leather gloves ball into fists, trying to coax blood into his head and away from his…well, his other head.

Yet you hold him in place with that sinful stare and the lewd whimpers that you know get him off, and yes, fuck yes, he wants to hear you beg and sob for him all night as much as he wants to clog your throat with his shaft and make you swallow your teasing.

But he can’t let you win. You can’t scam five thousand credits out of him and expect him to throw himself into your arms no questions asked. He wants to put an end to your little tyrannical rule on his cock. And he wants his fucking money back.

So the powerful Mandalorian watches helplessly as your hand quickens under your clothing and you throw your head back in ecstasy. That fucking smirk doesn’t leave you, though. Even less so when your palm picks up some speed and you hear his breath hitch involuntarily at the visual, loud enough to override the vocoder.

“C-come on, Mando, don’t—” Your hand sinks deeper into your pants and you hum at the adjustment. “Don’t you wanna teach me what—what proper cos-costumer service looks like? Huh?”

His cock jumps in his pants when you say his name in a wanton gasp, and Mando can see you’re sweating and moving your hips faster against your palm. He’s so hard it hurts.

Your smile falters and you frown impatiently as the pent-up tension threatens to snap in your body.

“Don’t cum,” Mando blurts before he can stop himself.

“Or what?”

“Or I won’t give you what you want.”

Your movements halt on command, and the hunter almost envies the control you have over your own body to be able to backtrack on the very edge of your release. You hold your hands up in triumphant surrender as you watch the Mandalorian approach and stop just a breath away from your body. He stands tall before you, crowding you with his size and turning down the volume on the nagging voice that reminds him that he’s letting you win.

Eyes on the prize ahead of you, you lick your lips and snake a hand beneath your sit. You pull a lever and the chair plummets a few inches until your mouth is directly in front of the rigid tent growing in his pants. Expert fingers undo his belt and lower his fly, but, stars, nothing is fast enough when Mando already feels the veins of his cock growing thicker and thicker. Skipping all formalities, your hand sneaks inside, cups his balls, and pulls all of him outside. He groans when you grab his shaft and squeeze hard from base to tip, your bare palm catching awkwardly on his equally dry skin. Mando melts into the sensation all the same, but you seem displeased with your palm’s lack of fluidity.

“Fuck. Hold on.” A pair of fingers disappear into your mouth and down your throat as far as they’ll go. You choke on them dramatically and your eyes water slightly, but they shine when the two small intruders drag outside your mouth, pulling a thick string of elastic spit with them and dropping it on his shaft, pulsing with anticipation. You lean forward and look up through your lashes as you unroll your tongue slowly and more gooey saliva dangles from it. It’s too dense to spill onto its target, so you pluck the heavy ropes from your mouth and smear it manually on his cock, while a thread of it hangs on your chin.

“Fuck.” Your tiny clenched fist wakes up every nerve in his body as it drags up and down his shaft, obscene and perfectly lubricated. Mando’s hips buck into its grasp involuntarily, so suddenly that you flinch at the unexpected jolt. It’s a small comfort for him, to see that he can also surprise you. But then you’re giggling again, locking him in place by grabbing the buck of his belt with your free hand.

“Eager,” you remark. You lean forward and place a chaste kiss on the tip that digs into his spine. Maker, it was barely anything, but he’s so hard and your mouth is so close. “Aren’t Mandalorians,” you tease, “supposed to have self-restraint?”

Mando’s only answer is a low groan and a gloved hand that tangles on your hair and pushes you forward. You resist, though, instead wrapping a fist around his base and dragging your hot tongue up his underside, stopping just before the tip. A tortured whimper echoes around the helmet, and the Mandalorian is not sure if you could hear it because his muscles pull tighter, drawing his attention to his cock and your mouth and the fact that the latter is not wrapped around him for some reason. As if you could read his mind, you suddenly engulf him whole. Spit gathers on the edge of your lips as you suck on his length, swallowing around the tip and swirling your tongue around his girth.

“Fuck, you’re so—so fucking g-good at this.” You hum in response, sending vibrations through his shaft that make his knees buckle. He always forgets how good it feels with you. He forgets that you take him perfectly like all your holes were made for him to fuck. That you make his blood run hot with every swing of your tongue and every spasm of your cunt and every insolent remark that escapes your lovely mouth, now busy pleasuring him.

You settle on his head and suck on the bulb, hollowing your cheeks to let him feel the delicious inside of your mouth. Mando grabs handfuls of your hair with both hands, still trying to extinguish little whimpers before they leave his throat. And you can tell. He knows you can tell because determination clouds your eyes as you yank him closer by the belt. You drag your tongue in a circle around the ridge of the head, before dipping into the slit on the tip and finally earning a punched out groan and some beads of precum as a reward. Somehow, you moan and chuckle at the same time, opening your mouth as strings of spit fall to the floor.

“You’re hard, Mando,” you coo, pumping his length while you rub it on the side of your face, “throbbing and so, so hard. You should’ve come to me sooner, baby. You’re desperate.” You suck on the head again, and the Mandalorian’s grip on your hair turns to steel, pulling you into him and no longer asking. Moaning, you let him, taking him as far as you can and wrapping a fist where you can’t reach. Your other hand releases his belt and snakes down to your lap, fumbling with the waistband of your pants.

Somewhere in the swamp of sensations drowning his thoughts, an idea flashes in Mando’s head, and he holds on to it before you can suck it out of his tip. One glove lets go of your hair and quickly grans the hand lowering into your heat to resume touching yourself. His cock still in your mouth, you look up at him with furrowed eyebrows and a silent question.

“You can’t c-cum,” he explains, forcing words out of a throat that right now only wants to moan, “un-until you give me my—my refund.”

You groan and roll your eyes, taking your mouth off him with a pop. “Fuck no,” you breathe as you pump him faster and harder, almost making Mando lose his resolve. Almost. His hold on your wrist tightens. “It’s store policy.”

“Y-yeah?” You continue sliding your fist along his shaft, as you lean forward and lower your face to start lightly licking his balls. The room spins around Mando, and his grip on your hair pushes you into him until you suck on one ball gently. “Is—is it store p-policy to—ngh—to f-fuck your clients?”

You chuckle against his taint. Your head straightens to set your attention back on his tip, where he’s leaking an almost embarrassing amount of precum. A thumb brushes over his slit, gathering the pearls and bringing them into your mouth to taste him. The way you rub your core slightly against the chair is sneaky enough, but the Mandalorian catches the movements and tugs your hand and hair tighter as a warning. Your shoulders slump. “I’ll give you half,” you offer.

Mando guides your hand lower and curls it around his swollen cock, silently begging for your attention. His hand wraps over yours as he squeezes your fist and drags it along his shaft at a pace of his liking that sets his insides ablaze. “Eighty.” The helmet falls back as he revels in the wet sounds of your hand sliding back and forth his cock and giving him a nice enough memory for when he inevitably goes back to the Crest and is forced to take care of his needs himself.

You let him guide you, cupping his balls with your other hand and swirling your tongue around his darkening tip. Mando’s chest trembles with a long moan at the toe-curling feeling of your warm spit and your clenched fist working so hard for him, until you drop him from your mouth and answer, “Seventy.”

“N-no, I—”

“—Seventy,” you repeat and twist your hand away from his grasp, leaving his seeping cock throbbing and abandoned, “or you don’t cum.”

Fuck, he was close. He was so fucking close, before you turned the tables. Like fucking always. A part of him cradles his already bruised pride, shaming him for—yet again—not being able to hold it together around you. But his cock tugs harder. More insistently. It pulls every fiber in his body and screams at him to give you whatever the fuck you want.

“Fine.” He nods his head once, before his better sense can convince him otherwise. “Seventy.”

A full, beautiful smile that almost makes Mando forget he’s getting scammed graces your plump lips. You waste no time shoving your hand inside your underwear again and moving your arm frantically as you give him a couple of throaty whines. You open your mouth as wide as it’ll go and blink up at him, inviting him to take you however he so pleases. He tangles his fingers on your hair and shoves you against him as you wrap your lips around his cock and muffle your mewls on it.

The Mandalorian starts fucking your face, getting his money’s worth as he moves you back and forth. Your eyes water and you gag with every shove, but you work earnestly for him, hollowing your cheeks and moving your tongue and pulling just about every trick on your toolbox to make Mando’s eyes roll to the back of his head.

And stars, even through your pants and his helmet, he can still smell your arousal. He hears the wet squelching of your fingers working your pussy fast and if he could only get a look. One look is all he needs to cum, he’s sure, one fucking look at your clenching cunt and he’s done.

“F-fuck, l-let me see,” he pants, “let—let me s-see you—see your p-pussy cum, just—fuck—just a mo-moment, please, j-just…”

Tears from all the gagging fall out of your pretty eyes as you open your mouth and stand up, taking your trembling hand outside to fumble with your trousers. Your thumbs are hooked under their waistband and push down slightly before you suddenly stop and stare at the Mandalorian gulping all the oxygen he can get and waiting for you. “Sixty,” you say carefully.

Too intoxicated with you and too focused on the blood beating hard on his cock, Mando couldn’t care less. He doesn’t give a shit about percentages or money or parts or whatever half-forgotten excuse he had to come here tonight. All that matters and all that’s real is whatever he needs to climax, and if it means letting you win, so be it. “S-sixty. Yes. Whatever. Just—just take your fucking pants off.”

One swift movement and your pants and underwear pool around your ankles. Yanking hard on the hem, you manage to pull the right leg off your boot. You don’t bother with the other one, letting it hang on your left leg as you climb back on the chair, spreading your legs and hooking one thigh over the armrest to offer him the best view possible.

Mando’s cock threatens to spill at the sight. You’re fucking soaked. Your folds are blushed and slick and swollen with all the blood accumulated on your cunt. Three fingers rub your aching clit and everything around it with messy strokes, as you stare at the bounty hunter with raw lust and moan for him loud and clear, and this. This is worth the fucking navigator.

As soon as his shaft ghost over your face you lean into it and reach for him with your mouth. Mando takes your head between his hands and resumes his previous brutal pace, his eyesight now directed at the way your cunt spasms and seeps more juices with every circle you press against your lips. And, fuck, you’re taking him like you’re hungry for his cock. Pushing harder and further and faster despite the gagging, you’re making Mando see blotches cloud his vision and feel how his muscles turn into hot, thick magma. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he can’t hold it in anymore. His balls start pulling up as a warning and you’re sucking harder and mewling around him.

“I—I…I’m gonna—I—”

Mando can’t find enough words to put together for the life of him, but you nod and manage a chocked “Mhmm” and bob your head to the pace of your quickening fingers and stars oh fuck—

The wave of his climax hits him hard on his back and makes him curl around you. He braces himself against the top of your chair and the change in position makes his cock slip outside of your mouth, but his vision goes completely black and all he can feel is the rush of pleasure crushing his bones into dust. Maybe your name is falling from his lips, but he can’t be sure. The never-ending spurts of cum falling somewhere hoard most of his attention, and he focuses on that thick and heavy release, so rare for him that he puts his mind into savoring every second.

It’s not until the echoes around his ears dissipate that the Mandalorian hears you’re still whimpering. Hunched over you, he opens his eyes just in time to see you gather some of the seed that he spilled on your neck and bring it down to smear it over your bundle of nerves, rubbing it one, two, three, four times, before you’re sobbing long and loud. Your hole tightens around nothing, your forehead resting on his cuisse, and Mando thinks he could get hard again just from the image.

You both stay like that for a while, curled into each other and panting in turns, until Mando gathers all the energy left in his system to pull himself upright and shove his softening shaft back into his pants. It’s only then that he sees just how much of a mess he made: Cum landed everywhere. It hangs thick all over your face, on your neck, on your hair, on your clothes. He blushes darkly and he’s about to open his mouth to apologize, but you sense it. Somehow. You wink and brush off his shame with a smile and a wave of your hand, standing up to get dressed. But Mando’s quicker. He kneels in front of you and gently raises your underwear until it hugs your hips, wishing for a fleeting second he could press a kiss on the supple flesh there. You grab his pauldron for balance to sneak your foot into the pantleg that Mando holds open for you.

For once, it’s he who breaks the silence. “I…I do want my sixty percent, you know.”

“Of course.” You smile sweetly at him, reaching back to your work table to grab a clean rag, rubbing it against your face and neck. “I’ll even throw in some free microvalves for good measure.”

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doubleshotofsomething · 4 years ago

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Come Into My Life

This is my entry for @nekoannie-chan‘s writing challenge. Congratulations on 500followers :D! Thank you so much for letting me participate!

This is a series. The remaining parts will be posted throughout the day. It is a Thor fanfic with a song prompt “Entra en mi Vida” (its a beautiful song, i highly recommend).

Song Prompt: Entra en mi Vida by Sin Bandera

Warnings: swearing, like a lot of it. Mentions of human experimentation. that’s it?? Also, people are idiots here, folks. bare with me.

Summary: You live in a world where soulmates don’t exist. Like, at all. All that meant to be, fate has chosen nonsense? Not real. Literal, actual, from-the-TV-screen fairytale. So... why is the God of Thunder convinced that you’re his?

Part One: Entra en mi vida, te abro la puerta

"So—" You clear your throat, throwing yourself onto the only empty seat, "—all jokes aside, guys. What the fuck!"

Everyone blinks at you, drinks in their hands and confusion all over their faces.

You stare back at them, completely dismissing the new sets of eyes staring at you. "No, seriously, like what the fuck?" You reiterate. "Like, no guys, this fuck needs an answer. What the fuck."

"Are we supposed to know what this fuck is?" Ghost asks, the first among the group of five to surpass her confusion. "Because I have a what the fuck for that what the fuck."

You reach over to grab her drink and she – having been used to your antics after three years of friendship – moves it closer for you to grab. You take a sip, let the taste of her chamomile tea settle on your tongue, blanch and give it back.

"So, you know how the Avengers got their asses whipped after they pulled a deadbeat dad, right?" You make grabby hands towards Hope's drink, and she – just like Ghost – pushes it over to you.

"Careful," she grimaces, "it has a kick to it."

"So did Thanos," You mumble as you take a sip of her drink. The espresso sits heavily on your tongue and you swear you can feel it stain your teeth. "What the actual fuck, Hope? What is this? And why does it not have sugar?"

She chooses to roll her eyes at you and mimic the remaining two new faces by staying quiet. Her eyes narrow at you in warning.

"Don't get a tude with me, missy—" You wag your finger at her, “—you're the one that MIA'd for five years without a return address and pissed off the Feds. Like, seriously, what the fuck guys? We had plans and everything! Why the fuck would you leave me alone for that long? You know how I get when I'm not forced to socialise!"

Ghost snorts. "Don't be a baby."

Pouting, because you’re very mature, you feign a sniffle and stick your tongue out at her. "Weeeeeh."

The dude with the annoyingly short blond hair snorts, consequently gaining your attention, and tries to hide his smile with his cup.

"You're new," you narrow your eyes at him. "Why are you new? And why do you look like the dude that owes me 12K for wrecking my car?"

"Oh my god—" Ghost grumbles in the background, "—not this again."

"I have bills and crippling debts and things that need to be paid for, Ghost!"

"You're a trust fund baby, you shithead!" She argues. "You don't know what crippling debt looks like!"

"You don't know that! My investment portfolio has been crumbling since the stock market crashed last year due to the recession."

Sam grins cheekily at you. "You have no idea what you just said, do you?"

Huffing and puffing, all you can say is. "Let's go back to the what the fuck that needs to be discussed." You glare at him pointedly, "then maybe, we can discuss why you're still here and why you came back from ashes."

"I know you missed me, cupcake." The evil bastard reaches over and pinches your cheek.

"I miss dancing on your grave," You try to swat his hand away, "now, thanks to your selfishness, I need a new dance floor. Very rude of you to not stay dead."

"You're adorable."

"As I was whatting the fucks," You turn back to Hope and Ghost, "when the fuck did my life become Thor versus Thanos, and why am I the Thor without the hammer to fight Thanos?"

"Is that your what the fuck?" Ghost frowns.

It's her turn to get glared at. "Don't act like you haven't seen the footage. You know exactly how badly Thor got yeeted off his high horse. I'm only regretful that Captain Wrecking Ball wasn't knocked off his."

"You know he's over here, right?" Hope, ever the oblivious one to your obvious jabs, points at the dude that wrecked your car.

"Yeah, unlike my car and the check he has yet to hand over but hey—" lifting up the cup of espresso, you grin at her "—when life gives you lemons."

"I'm still confused and offended about the Thanos reference." Sam, the gift from the bad side of Pandora's box, begins. "What do we have to do with your life?"

"What does pulling a deadbeat dad mean?" The other new dude asks, his face is both the definition of confused and annoyed. "And what does it have to do with the Avengers?"

You frown. "Now I'm confused—"

"Oh no—" Ghost grimaces.

"—Why do you look like the dude from Gossip Girl but also like the dude on the UN's wanted poster of 20something?" You turn to Sam for assistance. "Doesn't he look like that old geezer from the museum?"

Sam grins, leans back in his seat to take a proper look at the manbun dude. Your table is the round one placed at the corner – the irony – and, until recently, it has always been occupied by the four of you. That was before they decided to ghost you for half a decade.

"Now that you mention it—"

"Oh, fuck off." Manbun snaps at Sam, and you swear you've never fallen in love faster in your entire life than you have in that moment.

Your grin is wide and shit-eating as you put the cup down. You extend your hand to Manbun and wiggle your freshly painted — somehow chapped – fingers.

"I'd tell you my name but it's better if you just called me sweetheart," You’re still grinning. "What's your sign and what time can you pick me up?"

He blinks at you, still confused, and frowns at your hand. Slowly, because you’re a patient girl, you lean over and pry his left hand away from his cup. You place your palm in his and wrap your fingers around each other.

"I'd ask for your name but I think I'll settle for calling you babe," You shake his hand, and then place it back on the cup. "Or hun. I'd call you handsome, but that's too tacky and we—” You point between the both of you, " – don't do tacky."

You sit back in your seat and glance at Sam. "Well... Most of the time anyway."

At this, the rest of your life flashes you a grin. "How does eight o'clock sound?"

"It sounds like a recipe for disaster." Ghost cuts in, narrowing her eyes at you. "Back off, shithead. You've hurt enough of my coworkers"

Jaw dropping and shock feigning, you gasp. "How is that my fault?"

"Is that joke?" Ghost frowns, "because I feel like it's a joke. Three incidences with the analysts and five tech support team make it look like a joke."

You scoff at that. "Look, if your little back up boys can't handle the essence of a real woman, then that's not my fault." Confidently – and silently annoyed – you also add. "Plus, I actually did SHIELD, or whatever ridiculous name you're calling the remake of a failed organisation, a favour. If your boys behind the boys in spandex can't handle being told off by a 'mouse' as they call us, then they shouldn't be behind the dude that wrecked my car.

"But now that I've said that out loud—" You pause, "—I finally understand why the Avengers are so bad at their job. I mean, with such poor support systems, it's no wonder boy blue and red uses cars as a landing mechanism. It's almost as if he's never heard of a parachute."

There's a pregnant pause as you pretend to ponder the situation. The new dude with the blond hair has visibly turned red and is shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Manbun has a very permanent looking frown smeared all over his face and you’re pretty sure you've just ruined whatever chances you had of giving him children. And Sam, because he's Sam and is patiently waiting his turn to roast you, has the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.

Ghost pretends to scowl at you, even though you’re pretty sure she's already drawing up the schematics for the pedestal she's about to build for you. Hope, because she's Hope and has first-hand experience of dealing with spoilt little brats that use creative antics to slowly drive people away, decides to use that exact moment to sigh and expose you.

"Hey sweetheart," she begins in that voice of betrayal. "Can you, like, not be an antisocial, territorial pain in the ass for five minutes and be nice? Stop trying to get our guests to leave with your little mind games, yeah?"

You blink at her. Once, twice. Because the betrayal always takes a few moments to sink in.

"They're not mind games." You retort. "Boy Blue over there did wreck my car. He used it to cushion his fall, because apparently the super-secret organisation that harbours entitled idiots doesn't invest in parachutes."

"But you don't even need that 12K—"

"I didn't ask for the 12k. I just simply pointed out that his reckless behaviour is very costly for those who suffer for it."

"Okay, guys—" Ghost tries to interject, but it's too late. The fire has already started, and Hope and you have never been on the same page when it comes to anything involving the Avengers.

"You're being unreasonable now. You, of all people, should understand that some things are out of our control."

"That doesn't excuse or make the damage done alright. The ruining of people’s livelihoods isn’t a necessary evil for your super heroe'ing righteousness." You point out, eyes narrowed, and teeth bared. "I, of all people, don't understand your defence. Because I don't use the lab that made me as an excuse to get away with the bad shit I do to people. Whether intentionally or not."

"Really? Because you weren't singing that same song when you cashed in on all that HYDRA inheritance."

"I am not the people that made me and it's not like I'm vacationing the money away. Or have you forgotten about that harbour I had to fix because your boyfriend decided to grow a few sizes?"

"Oh, how could I forget? It's not like you rub it in his face every time he tries to so much as even say hi to you."

"People should be held accountable for their actions. Excuse me for exercising my fifth amendment because I don't think communicating with the guy that turned your dad into a fugitive by siding with the anti-accords gang is cool!"

"That accords was messed and you know it!"

“Yeah, but I didn’t go around trying to be a vigilante about it!”

"Just admit that your stance for the accords is only because you need the government's protection against ex-Hydra agents."

She hit a cord and she knows it. "You're treading on very thin ice, Hope."

"Scared they might come back and finish what they started? Now that Pierce and Rumlow are gone, there's nothing stopping them from finishing what they started, is there?"

"You know," You sigh, reaching for Ghost's drink and taking a sip. "At least, I don't have to abduct a man from his home, nearly ruin his chances at freedom, risk his life numerous times for my personal gain, just cause I have a theory about my mom's whereabouts. And then—" You let out a condescending laugh at the thought, "—have the audacity to look him in the eye and call it love. Because, ya know, turning a guy into a science experiment and berating him for doing what he thought was right is so romantic."

She's turning red. You can see it before it actually happens and there is a sick sense of pleasure coursing through your veins at the thought. At the fact that you’re the one pressing all the buttons.

Boy, are you fucked up.

"Damn." Sam mumbles, then chortles, then belts out a laugh. "Shit. Who pissed in your gourmet breakfast?"

"People," You scowl at him. “Fucking people. Because, now call me a bitch if you insist, I don't remember telling management to sign a deal with SHIELD."

"What the fuck?" Ghost, ever so caring, contributes to your bewilderment and pissy mood.

You nod frantically at her. "Exactly! What the fuck! Do you see why I needed you guys so bad? Like, it's like the creation of the Strike Force all over again!"

"Hold on—" Captain Damage Ball cuts in. "—I'm confused. What exactly is going on and what does SHIELD have to do with it?"

"Oh boy. Germany, here we go again—"

"Don't be an asshole, shithead."

When SHIELD fell and Black Widow released all those classified documents to the public, your existence was made known to the public. It turned out that running a terrorist cell inside a super-secret organisation wasn't the only thing Pierce had hidden from the world. You were.

You were supposed to be an experiment. Another volunteer, like the Twins, for Hydra's ultimate plan. Another Bucky Barnes, but without the constant torture to keep you mindless and loyal.

You were supposed to be the next generation. The Rumlow that wouldn't need force and violence to get the job done. That was the requirement. Those were the orders. That's what you were supposed to be.

Instead, somewhere deep in the dark, cold corners of an abandoned Hydra lab, the inhumane attempt of creating Winter Soldiers through 'natural means' had taken place.

The surrogates were all volunteers, the scientist claimed.

The procedure was necessary for the mission, the doctor explained.

This is the only way forward, the master mind behind that plan argued.

Rumlow took care of the agents himself. Pierce burned down that lab himself. And, out of all the children born, you were the only one that lived longer than the rest. The others were unfortunate enough to be experimented on, before Rumlow found out.

Not knowing who to trust, Pierce kept you hidden from the world and Hydra. He never hid the truth from you, nor did Rumlow. They knew that, at some point, those that knew about the lab would eventually find you, and you needed to be prepared for when they did.

When SHIELD fell, the paper trail that led to your existence was small – miniscule, even – but it was there. Sam found it, but he kept you a secret as well until you were ready for the whole world to know.

But the world wasn't waiting for you to be ready. It wasn't that patient, nor kind. Because, with everything out in the open, chaos ensued, and you were still – at the end of the day – the next generation. All those assets couldn't remain frozen forever and all those lives that were ruined by Hydra couldn't remain unaided.

So, you had to step out and – begrudgingly – announce your existence to the world. Put a huge target on your back and claim the inheritance that Pierce had unwittingly left you.

"I'm gonna go piss off alot of bad people—" You had said to Sam over the phone, right before your News Interview. "What do you think I should start with?"

He wasn't having any of it. "Did you just wait for me to leave the country so you could do something stupid?"

"Of course not, I'm not you—" You scoffed, checking your outfit again. "—I hired a hacker to fake a series of cyber-attacks. Then I asked that girl, you know – the one that could walk through walls, to freak a bunch of people out. So, you know, it could be an Avenger level threat, but not the kind that needed Captain Spandex, so they'd send you. Then I scheduled the interview for the night of the supposed attack, because I knew you'd be gone—"

"Are you kidding me, Y/N— Clint, turn this thing around now!"

"—So, I was thinking I show up on stage and say 'the law says I can take all those assets and I'm gonna use them to do the exact opposite of what my ex-bosses would've wanted'. How does that sound?"

"Do me a favour. Don't move. I wanna kill you myself."

You grinned. "I knew you'd love it."

Next Part

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frstbiitten · 4 years ago

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cw: death, gore, violence.

Couldn't waste a single second, the message from the priestess was still stuck in her mind while she became an unstoppable whirlwind, had a knife stolen from that man who made her night impossible a few weeks ago, had it well hidden between her jeans and the skin of her hip, just in case. Unfortunately, her hair had become a very particular characteristic of hers, noticeable, anyone could recognize her and knew she would be under the spotlight for obvious reasons if she gets close to the neighborhood.

She had to make an effort in braiding her hair into a single braid, didn't have a hairband within reach, the best she could do was to reinforce the last strands and tighten them, wrapping the hair in a low bun and hiding the hair with a woolen cap -somewhat old, but it was efficient, even if it was useless for Frost in the end-. Perhaps she would spill blood, so it was a good option to stick with a black outfit, comfortable in case she needed to run and leave the site in a few seconds or minutes. Lamented to sacrifice one of her black t-shirts to create an improvised mask, sometimes she saw people with cloth masks or scarves over their faces to appease the cold or avoid certain illnesses generated by the low temperatures. She could go unnoticed that way.

Some gloves with missing fingers were the last piece of an improvised disguise, the green jacket that Violet had given her was going to serve as well, she just wanted to go unnoticed in case someone was spying over her, catching the attention is unnecessary. Another secondary idea was to take a different path, somewhat longer than usual, those were long, painful, and even disgusting blocks for those living in the other fancy neighborhood, they don't dare to take those streets, for her those were almost as normal as breathing. The sky seemed to take a grey deep tone, would it rain? It wouldn't affect her much, but if that was the case, she would have to get an umbrella and adopt a more water repellent attitude, like any other human who doesn't want to get wet.

Only her blue eyes could be seen, had no other way of hiding her gaze as she walked through the streets, kept her sight low and at the same time couldn't help but feel seen, even if there were nothing but poor tramps rummaging through garbage bags. An uneasy feeling ran down her spine, maybe she hit on the nail this time, of course, there were certain doubts, Frost kept wondering if the priestess from the temple was telling the truth or Lewis had paid her to divert her path. Seemed impossible, but at the same time, she felt a startling paranoia.

The more abandoned alleys she noticed, the closer she's getting to the damned apartment. Plants growing from the broken asphalt and accumulated garbage, the flies were enough of an indicator that the smell was nauseating, almost enough to want to hold her nose with her hands and ignore whatever the source of the stench was. Frost took advantage of the fact that the shadows were lengthening, the sky had clouded over and the humidity was increasing, these were good signs for her. So close, it seems that her doubts regarding the security levels around the perimeter were simply speculation, there was no one around, yet she didn't intend to draw attention to herself, much less be seen. She resumed the same method of getting to Lewis' apartment as last time, it was a forceful and somewhat noisy method but it was effective nonetheless. Once she arrived through the emergency stairs to the indicated floor, she noticed that the window had no glass, had to be careful when entering, with her senses sharpened in case she needed to use violence, because as the days went by, the last thing she intended to do now was to be someone peaceful. Entered carefully, but once she had most of her body inside, Frost heard footsteps coming from one of the rooms.

"Wow wow! Who the fuck are you? Dude, better leave before I call the police!" Lewis looked just as idiotic as before, but it was obvious he didn't recognize her at first glance because of the cloth around her face and the woolen cap. Without a word, Frost removed both pieces, leaving her pale lips and white hair uncovered, falling over her shoulders like a waterfall, he seemed to become pale as well. "... Snow..."

"Snow? Sounds familiar, isn't that the name of the girl you drugged for months at your whim?" Frost made no pretension to sound cordial, much less sympathetic, she simply came with an air of spite. She approached him but Lewis decided to keep her distance, move away from her depending on how many steps she went forward.

"Look Snow, I know it wasn't the best choice, but you have to admit it was very effective while it lasted."He was trying to come off as certain, like the voice of reason, but it was clear on his face as his eyebrows curved upward and his eyes exposed his lies. He was lying or acting a fool, whatever it was, it didn't convince Frost.

"STOP CALLING ME SNOW."

At that moment, her eyes emitted a whitish flicker, Lewis didn't have to think about it too much because he couldn't call the police, they could investigate his apartment and find things that would put him in jail for years. He didn't hesitate, there was a reason why it was important to have a revolver hidden in his jacket at all times, he pointed the gun at the young woman's chest, interchanging the aim at her head quickly, but he didn't pull the trigger. He was afraid, she could see it, his hand was shaking slightly and his forehead was sweating when they made eye contact. Frost was shocked but at the same time calm, although being pointed at with a lethal weapon only brought back more bitter memories, she raised her hands to the level of her head.

"Behave, and no one will have to get hurt."

"Pff... 'behave'? You're a hypocrite Lewis, you sent men to kill me, you followed in my footsteps all the time, I had to watch a friend die, and truth be told, your miserable existence wouldn't matter to me, if it weren't for Clarissa paying for your whims." Frost's voice was rising in anger, she felt the chill run through her bones as the energy she wished to expel from her body through her hands, was so tempted to let herself be driven by anger, just this time. Though at the mention of Clarissa, Lewis swallowed saliva, almost as if he wanted to cry even, as his eyes suddenly reddened.

"... Snow... Everything I did was for your own go-"

"FOR MY GOOD?!!!'FOR MY GOOD' IN WHAT FUCKING SENSE?!" Frost wasn't going to let this false facade of aggressive calm stay a second longer, she was tempted to move one more step forward even though she was being held at gunpoint, dared to do so, provoking Lewis to hit a chair before crashing into the door leading to the living room, he looked different, neater, he had even bought new furniture and a coffee table made of glass. "Ah... I see what you've been using the money you earned from my fights on these days."

"Do you want an explanation! I don't care what you are looking for anymore, I just needed someone strong and young before I was stuck on the street like you, do you know how hard it is to live this way? I would do anything to never sleep in a box again, and I found you, and then I found the drug at the right time, do you want to know who helped me produce it for you? Dr. fucking Wallace, yeah, that old man you trust so much, he was the one who helped me, and it was the best decision ever, but leaving you behind wasn't easy, I had to get rid of my sister first because I knew she wouldn't agree, but she's not here, I can do whatever the hell I want, and playing cat and mouse with you was entertaining, I'm not going to lie to you, I did have fun. I think it's best to move on though, now more than ever, don't you think?" Lewis looked like a madman as he spoke but without taking his eyes off Frost at all times, although the next thing was very fast, she heard something exploding very close to her head, very close to her ear, so close that it left her almost deaf. Her first instinct was to cover her ears with her hands, it was two explosions actually, one right after the other, heard something fall to the ground, they were metal casings from Lewis' bullets. He had failed in his attempt to kill her.

"You’re such a fucking asshole.”

Lewis tried to shoot Frost a third time, she did her best to keep her mind clear and take the gun away from him before he pulled the trigger. With the same gun he pretended to kill her with, she hit his hand and head, and although firearms weren't Frost's weapon of choice, she couldn't help but indulge herself in using it against Lewis, one shot to each knee was enough. Hearing him scream in pain and fall on the glass table was almost a delight she needed to rejoice in. That man was screaming in pain by his useless knees and severe cuts in his skin, Frost never saw him suffer so much, not even shed a single tear like now, was it pleasure what she felt to see him suffer in this way? Didn't even feel it was enough. As she approached him, she threw the gun to the side, this is something that must be done with her own hands, and feel every second of his suffering as if it were his last, Lewis was crawling on the ground to get away from her.

"Please... don't... please, if it's for Clarissa..." Frost didn't let him finish with his useless begging, she bent down to drag him towards her, freezing his feet with the grip of her claw-like hands. "Shit shit shit shit." No matter how hard he tried to crawl in the opposite direction, it wasn’t going to work.

"You really think you're going to get out of this like you always do, don't you?" she mounted him to leave him motionless against the ground, Lewis was shivering with both cold and fear, eyes red and watery, she wasn't going to show him mercy. "Oh no, this isn't for Clarissa anymore, or Jasper, or anyone else, this is for me." Frost's voice was beginning to change once her hand grabbed a handful of dark hair from Lewis' frontal area, lifted his head a few inches off the ground and slammed it into the ground. "You put me through hell, you did what you wanted with me, do you really think I'm going to have sympathy for you." Noticed that Lewis tried to grab at her wrist, icy needles punctured both hands and began to rapidly freeze them, causing his skin to turn whitish, beginning the process of necrosis at the now blackened fingertips. "Don't you dare do that, this is what you deserve." Frost repeated the same motion with Lewis' head, heard him screaming but at this point didn't care about how much pain she was infringing on, those were screams of pure pain, Frost wasn't going to stop now.

Heard a cracking sound, his skull cracking like an egg with each hit against the sound, the sounds coming from Lewis were no longer screams or words, but strange babbling at the same time that the floor was turning red. Gave him a breath before continuing. "Look at you... you're pitiful." She indulged herself by spitting in his right eye.

But Frost wasn't going to stop there, just seeing that he was still alive produced rage in her, had two options: the option to let him suffer in that state or end his suffering for once and for all. All these weeks in which her life was put on a test and felt like a deer being watched by a hunter, it was clear to her that the second option was the best option she had.

The young woman's eyes suddenly turned white, he already knew what it was about when they looked like that and the air became thicker, colder than usual. Winter was no longer a problem for him but even so, even with the habit of feeling the air below zero, nothing compared to having that girl on his torso, getting colder and colder, his skin shivered and his lips stained with red over the paleness that the temperature was causing. For Lewis, there was no other pain that could compare to being punched in the cheek that included chunks of ice, they were embedded in his skin, red spreading across his vision as he listened to her screaming and swearing, insulting his name and his existence. He heard another bone break and inadvertently bit down his tongue, he didn't know who to pray to or what to do at that moment, only saw red and flashing white until slowly, with each cold blow, the red became darker and darker, he felt every part of his face become a complex puzzle, muscles detached, blood vessels ruptured, his nose splintered after a few seconds. His face turned into teeth, bones, loose cartilage, reddish and pinkish fluids, it looked like a heavy object had fallen on his head and turned him into just a smudge against the ground. Frost saw only red, and only red. Her fingers were covered in shards of ice, bone, and perhaps his brain, for she had seen brains before and this was similar to what she remembered. Her throat ached from screaming, her fingers ached from smashing them against the floor, she was soaked in blood almost from head to toe, it was an authentic crime scene. She was proud of it.

Now she just needed to get rid of the body.

Took a deep breath for a few seconds, she needed to think what was the next step to follow. Managed to kill Lewis, that was something, she could move forward in her life, it only was left to finish with what was left of Lewis. She stood up and now could appreciate what she had done to his face, even in this state it inspired rage but she knew he couldn't do anything more to her, she grabbed him by the feet and took him to the bathroom, leaving a blood trail on the floor on the way. The tub was empty, not like the last time she found Clarissa's arm wrapped in cardboard, bags, and hidden in the ice, placed the body in the tub and let the water run, the colder the better. Let it soak in water as much as she could before freezing it completely, the water helped the process to accelerate, some parts were more ice than flesh. She began to step on his legs and feet, needed to do it fast so her footsteps were heavy, needed to shatter him into small pieces so they would go down the drain. It was going to be a grueling process, it wasn't long before she started sweating with the minutes she spent pounding her foot against the ice. Until she heard the door opening, maybe someone heard everything, was there someone else in the building? Some Black Dragon arriving to meet Lewis? Another victim she would have to get rid of.

She rushed to the entrance, ready to attack the visitor. Instead, found two dark eyes watching her with something close to surprise and fear at the same time. Frost didn't understand why her ears were ringing or why her hands were shaking, she looked like a total mess, her heart was racing and pounding against her ribs and lungs at the same time one and over again. The world was spinning, believed to hear her name with a tone of fury, at the same time her legs started to run, she had seen a particular figure in her path, she needed to escape from that building or would feel nauseous at any moment.

Ignored the gray sky, why was she running like this? Only did it when panic overcame her lucidity and she needed the air to propel her body forward. Needed to hide, from what? From what she had seen and what she had done in that apartment, it generated dread in her spirit now. The rain began to fall heavy on the asphalt, it filled her blue eyes with torrential water or tears and the thunder was not long in coming, almost slipped because of the crack of thunder between the clouds, was it a punishment for her revenge?

She was spitting rainwater when she managed to reach a moderately safe place, hid in an alley, and pressed her back against the wall of bricks, the water was falling as if it had never rained before. Now completely wet, her hair stuck to her face and her clothes felt heavy on her body, it was extremely uncomfortable to feel, but she had to continue somehow.

Within hours, Frost had found some comfort in a different kind of rain, in a corner of the bathroom, she set the scissors down on the cracked concrete floor as one of the last long strands of hair vanished down the drain. It was somewhat abrupt, but she couldn't go on as before, she touched her head and felt something was missing, all of this was to appease her sense of self-destruction, could pay with her own blood but this is harmless. She didn't know how long would stay there in the corner of the bathroom while the water poured over her head, she would need days to fully recover from all of this. It wasn't from Lewis' death, nor Wallace's supposed betrayal, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, was afraid she had put him in danger. No, it wasn't from the scene that terrified her in the end, it was the fact that she had seen a ghost, her mind recapitulated the last few seconds in that apartment, did she hear anything else? The ghost asked for her name as if something was wrong with her, Frost kept thinking about the way it was staring at her, but she had noticed that she was missing an arm. She was missing an arm and what else? Forced her memory to reconstruct the last few seconds. She was missing an arm and her face was inexplicably familiar as if it wasn't real and at the same time, it was. She had seen Clarissa, she just wasn't sure if she was a ghost or a lie.

#novel #((finally the end of act 1))#death tw #violence tw #gore tw

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rottmntquotes · 5 years ago

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The Best He Can

Okay, so maybe saying what Donnie said was a bit stupid and insensitive, even for his standards, and maybe using the tone that he did conveyed a message that he didn’t mean, and maybe, just maybe he should have paid attention to Leo’s body language as the words that flowed into the air continued to rise in volume and lower in mercy. He understood that now, and he was desperate to apologize to his twin, despite how terrible he was at it. When all had been said and done, when hearts had been broken, tears had fallen, and nothing was able to break the tension as Leo ran away, everyone else knew that it was time to do something.

‘Besides,’ Donnie thought to himself, ‘even though apologizing isn’t my strong suit, this can’t end up being that difficult, right? It’s Leo for crying out loud! He’ll be ready to forgive and forget in no time!’

And now, because of that train of thought, Donnie found himself standing underneath a large tree in the forest, his brothers and father(s) near for moral support. It was on the eighth branch that had a decent length- and a curiously steady hold despite how thin it was -where Leo hung upside down, and ‘Oh my god, when did our tails become prehensile?!’, Donnie thought to himself. When he sensed his family near, Leo’s head pulled into his shell, along with his arms and legs, leaving only his shell and his- just barely visible tail -out in the open.

“I don’t want to talk to you! Leave me alone!” came Leo’s muffled shout, pain evident in his voice. “Go back home!”

Of course, Raph took this as a challenge, and he- being the sweetheart he is who is willing to do anything to keep his family happy -started to climb the tree, ignoring the words of protest he earned from the others. Every now and then, the words “You’re too heavy! The branch won’t hold!” would be spoken, but Raph responded with a very convinced claim of “I’m a ninja! If I can be Light As A Feather, I can balance myself on a branch!”

Splinter muttered an exasperated curse in Japanese under his breath, having become fed up with the stubbornness that was very clearly an inherited trait of the Hamato family. “Raphael! The branch is going to break! You may have advanced in your Ninjutsu, but you are still the size of a car!”

“Guys! Stop worrying!” Raph scoffed, finally making it to the branch that his upset brother dwelled. With slow and steady steps, Raph inched over to Leo, smirking smugly as he continued on without making the branch even creak. “Hey buddy... I know that you’re not feeling too happy right now, but I promise that Donnie is really super sorry about what he said.”

Leo hissed loudly, momentarily poking his head out to snarl at Raph before retreating into the dark sanctuary that was his shell. Raph huffed, moving closer and closer to Leo. Low warning growls were directed at Raph, but he pointedly ignored them, reaching out a hand to try and grip the edge of Leo’s Carapace. In one swift movement, Leo popped out of his shell, unwrapping his tail from the branch and hopping onto one higher up. The sudden movement caused the branch to break, sending Raph falling flat onto his face.

“I’m okay.” Raph mumbled, lifting his face and shaking the grass off his face. “So... maybe me going up there wasn’t the best idea.”

“Oh really? Who would have guessed?” Draxum scoffed, looking directly at Donnie. “You! Purple! You were the one who started this! Go up there and soothe your brother!”

“But I-”

“DO IT NOW!” Draxum’s order echoed through the forest, and Donnie yelped, activating the wings on his battle shell and flying up to gently land on the branch his brother was perched upon. With one final glance to Draxum, Donnie sneered before turning his full attention to Leo.

“Um... hey...?” Donnie muttered, clearly unsure of what he was supposed to do and say. Leo scoffed at the awkward attempt of an icebreaker, his tail wrapping around the branch as a warning that any wrong movement or word would send him straight back to his hiding position. “Well what do you want me to do?! You know how bad I am at this!”

“Yeah, I do, and you wouldn’t have to do it if you hadn't said what you did.” Leo turned his back to Donnie, pretending to stare out at a cloud that was coincidentally shaped like a rubber ducky. “All I did was pull a prank, bro. I didn't mean to hurt anyone, let alone you.”

Donnie frowned at the reminder, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. “I know you didn’t, ‘Nardo, but...” Donnie took in a deep breath; if he was going to set things straight, he might was well do it with a clear head. ‘Tell the truth’ is what his mind constantly told him, and he intended to. “I wasn’t yelling at you, per se, nor was I trying to hurt you in any way.”

It was clear from the look on Leo’s face that his interest was piqued, and he finally turned to look at his twin. “What’s that s’posed to mean?”

“Do you remember that time we got our tongues stuck in those mouse traps?” Donnie asked. Leo nodded, a bit annoyed that his question was answered with a question, but trusting that he would get an actual answer soon enough. “It was a stupid dare that got us yelled at for nearly half an hour. I honestly remember it like it was yesterday; to tell you the truth, I swear that I’ve never seen dad’s veins that visible since.”

Leo snickered, smiling for a brief second before replacing it with a frown when Donnie looked his way. “Is there a point to this, or are you just trying to avoid the subject?”

“There is a point,” Donnie assured, “but I would get to it faster if you shut your snout.”

“I make no promises.” Leo quipped, slowly but surely unwrapping his tail from the branch. It wasn’t exactly an ‘I Forgive You’ gesture, but it was close enough to spur Donnie on.

“Well, to delay your inevitable chatter, I will ask one final question.” Donnie waited for the frustrated groan from Leo he was sure to receive. When it came, Donnie continued. “Do you remember why dad yelled at us like that?”

“I don’t remember the exact wording, but I’m pretty sure it was something along the lines of “I was more scared than angry. When I saw you two in pain, I couldn’t help but feel the need to protect you.” which is when he proceeded to ground us.” Leo recounted the event almost easily, a fond smirk appearing on his face. “But what does that have to do with... what you said?”

“When I yelled at you, I wasn’t upset. I was honestly kind of terrified...” Donnie paused, scratching at a bit of loose skin from the branch the two were settled upon. “You don't know how scary it was to see my own twin brother lying on his Carapace, covered in blood.”

“But it was fa-”

“I know that! But I didn't care! One of my biggest fears is losing you, all of you! I thought that I had left something out that had hurt you, that I was the reason why you were just... lying there... you looked so lifeless.” Donnie wiped away the streams of tears falling from his eyes. “Ugh, look at me... the guy who doesn’t understand feelings is sitting here crying because of some stupid prank pulled by his equally stupid-” Donnie cut himself off, remembering the words he’d uttered that started this mess.

“Go on, say it.” Leo huffed, his frown returning. “Say that I’m just as stupid as the prank.”

“No.” Leo looked up at the refusal, asking many silent questions with his wide eyes. “I’m not going to say it, because it isn’t true. You aren’t stupid. I was just upset, and when I get upset I get snappy.”

“Snappy? That’s what you’re calling it?” Leo asked in disbelief, giving a genuine snicker, which soon turned into a full-hearted laugh. For a while, Donnie watched Leo in confusion, wondering what was so funny. “Dude, you cannot tell me that you truly believe Snappy does what you said justice! Your face was as red as Raph’s mask! You looked like a freakin’ cherry!”

“Okay, I get it, ‘Nardo. You don’t need to ruin the mood.”

“Uh, what mood? This whole conversation has been as awkward as Dad’s relationship with Draxum!” An indignant scoff came from Donnie, and Leo barked out a laugh that left him coughing violently. “Don! Can’t breathe!”

Donnie groaned, drawing Leo close and massaging the back of Leo’s neck. A good minute or so passed, and Donnie had started to contemplate karate chopping Leo in the stomach, but Leo eventually stopped coughing. A loud sputter was shared between the twins, and they chuckled at the coincidence.

“So uh... am I forgiven?” Donnie asked, wanting desperately to be able to get home and disappear into his lab to try and forget this mess. Unfortunately for him, however, Leo was aware of this plan, and the mutant Slider gave a false hum. “Leo...”

“I’ll forgive you on one condition.” Leo chimed, looking directly into Donnie’s eyes. “You have to spend the rest of the night in the Apology Nest with me, where we will drink hot chocolate and watch cheesy B-Movies until we pass out.”

“I am not going to do that.”

“Then I’m not going to forgive you. What you said really hurt, Dee. I hope you at least realize that it’s a feat in itself to get me to forgive you for... y’know.” Leo lowered his gaze to the ground, where the rest of the family had sat down to talk about whatever. “It made me cry, Dee. Something that’s really hard to do, mind you.”

Donnie sighed heavily, weighing his options before deciding that, yes, he did owe Leo the Apology Nest treatment. Nothing could excuse what had happened in the lab earlier that day, and Donnie knew this. What he said was despicable, thoughtless, and heartless. Even if he meant none of it, he had no right to say it.

“Alright,” Donnie finally whispered, “I accept the conditions.”

“Good. And thanks.” Leo replied happily, standing up and balancing on the branch.

“What for?” Donnie raised a brow, standing up as well and holding Leo in a tight hug so that they could both safely float down to the ground. As they descended, Leo responded:

“For doing the best you can.”

#RotTMNT #Rise of the TMNT #I Honestly Forgot Where I Was Going With The Plot Halfway Through Writing This #I Hope I Did Well #I Feel Like I Did #And No #I Will Not Tell You What Donnie Said

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makeste · 6 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 232: Giant Bitchslap Arm

Previously on BnHA: Gigantomachia woke up and started ninja-running toward Aichi prefecture. Then all of a sudden we cut to Hawks just chilling on an Osaka rooftop with a bag. Everyone was like, “whoa, Hawks, what are you doing in this arc?” Hawks was all “well I’ll show you” and then he had a flashback where he fucking murdered Best Jeanist, probably, and everyone was like “um, hey, what the actual fuck” and Hawks was like “well you asked” and we were all filled with regret for having done so. Back in the Ol’ Villain City, Twice caught up with Tomura and Spinner and they were very happy to see him, and Tomura was like “so anyway we’re almost at Re-Destro’s tower and I can’t wait to fucking kill that guy” and the others agreed but they also worried that Tomura was too exhausted to keep this up much longer, and so Twice went on ahead to try and finish off RD on his own. The chapter ended up with Twice #241762-D arriving at the top of the tower to confront RD and rescue my boyfriend Giran.

Today on BnHA: Twice creates some clones of Tomura and the gang to help him out. Re-Destro then insta-kills one of the clones and tells Twice that he’ll kill Giran if Twice uses his quirk any more. He then makes his arm go all big and he just fuckin’... [gestures wildly] WHIPASH!! and just smacks them all to death, and then he goes over to where Giran is and gets ready to kill him while he and Twice are having a moment. Thankfully the not-quite-dead-yet Tomura clone intervenes, and as he fights him, Re-Destro launches into a big villain monologue about the Mother of Quirks, a.k.a. the mother of the first superpowered child to ever be born. Long story short, that baby grew up to be Destro, and his mom was all “please be kind to him and let him live in peace!” and so they fucking killed her because people are terrible. As RD is wrapping up his story and about to kill the clone Tomura, the real one reaches the tower and is all, “TOUCH!!!” This is the single most badass thing anyone has ever done, and the chapter ends with a wobbly Tomura confusedly interrogating an enraged Re-Destro while “We Will Rock You” by Queen plays in the background omfg.

(All comments are my unspoiled reactions from my initial readthrough of the chapter. I did a quick edit for grammar and clarity immediately afterward, and added one or two ETAs in the process, but aside from that there are no changes.)

so this happened again

listen here my anonymous friend, thank you for not spoiling me, but I do have to say that if your goal was to have me once again approach this chapter in stark terror, mission accomplished lol

here’s how it’s gonna go. I’ve got a mirror, and we’re gonna use it to cautiously peek around corners before clicking to the next page, and from what I understand that should protect us from being instantly killed by Horikoshi’s murderous basilisk glare. the characters, on the other hand, well...

what kind of sound effect is this

glomp glomp? are these Horikoshi sound effects? does he know his little Twice clones are making enthusiastic hugging sounds?? and yet this is oddly in character though

also it looks like he’s cloning at least one Tomura and Dabi! so that should be fun. we get to see RD presumably murder them all on this little test run, and then they’ll hopefully have a better idea of how to approach this on their second go-around

RD says he had a lot of guards down below, and he’s praising Twice’s quirk. well, his “superpower”, anyway

that was the title of this chapter, incidentally; “quirks and superpowers.” I do vaguely wonder why they’re so insistent on using different terminology for it, and I wonder if there’s an actual reason for that

anyway so now Jin is yelling at the clones that they’re clones. so it’s okay if they die and stuff. lol. I’m sure that makes them feel a whole lot better

you guys this is fucking amazing though

I wonder if this Tomura is less sleep-deprived? also, Twice duplicated the hands as well! that’s something that was pointed out to me a little while ago, back when they were fighting Gigantomachia. this actually seems a bit iffy to me now that we’ve been reminded that he needs to understand the details of something in and out before he can copy it. like, he couldn’t copy the quirk-be-gone bullets because he didn’t know how they worked. but somehow he knows how these hands work though??

or maybe he doesn’t, and these hands don’t actually work like the Real Deal hands. that’s probably the case actually. so anyways I wonder if this Tomura will act a little different. I’m probably overthinking this to the extreme lol

and Twice and Dabi are making the exact same joke I made three paragraphs earlier about “that should make them feel a whole lot better.” get your own material you assclowns

last but not least, lol at him having to reiterate his tale of bravely overcoming past trauma yet again to Compress because he missed the whole story. poor Compress, all confused and out of the loop. I wonder if Twice duplicated his robot arm. it’s hard to tell in the picture whether it’s missing or he’s still just in the process of creating it

oh shit

heh. it’s possible Jin has not thought through the potential long-term consequences of this little undertaking at all sob. but that’s a problem for future Twice! right now current Twice has more important things to deal with, like kicking Re-Destro’s ass

yeah, you see, he’s all “don’t worry about that right now” and presumably tucking that whole notion away someplace in the back of his mind to be properly fucked up by later on. as anyone with ADHD can tell you that’s clearly the best way to deal with all of your problems

-- oh shit and it looks like this particular Twice doesn’t really need to worry about that anymore in any case

what is it with people in this manga being decapitated lately. who hurt you Horikoshi

uh, so. hey

are they?? they fucking outnumber you by a ton. though as you’ve just ably demonstrated, that doesn’t necessarily mean anything

fuck. okay let’s pause this for a sec to get our bearings here. so a bunch of clone Twices have RD cornered with a clone Dabi, Tomura, and Compress, all of whom have their own quirks, but presumably weaker versions of them. they’re also each basically one hit point away from a swift death, which is definitely something to consider

meanwhile RD has just the one of him, but possesses an unknown quirk, and does not seem to be at all fazed by the current situation which is a bit unnerving. oh yeah, and he does still have a hostage, though, if the others insist on taking their sweet time to go and untie my boy Giran. yeah. so that part’s also not good. dammit Twice untie him already

SHIT

MOTHERFUCKING -- OKAY JIN, LISTEN UP, NORMALLY I’D TELL YOU TO CALL HIS BLUFF, BUT A LITTLE MOUSE (ETA: referring to poor dead Miyashita, not the anon from earlier! I only just realized how that could possibly be read as being weirdly passive aggressive or something and that’s not the case! sorry anon!) INFORMED ME THAT THIS GUY DOESN’T ACTUALLY FUCKING PLAY AROUND, THOUGH. I HAVE A FEELING HE CAN AND WILL DO EXACTLY WHAT HE’S PROMISING, SO PLEASE TAKE HIM SERIOUSLY OMG I DON’T WANT YOU TO HAVE ANOTHER FRIEND’S DEATH ON YOUR CONSCIENCE AFTER WHAT HAPPENED WITH MAGNE

sob. where’s that mirror omg

okay... and we’re cautiously clicking forward... and good, Jin looks appropriately shook

maybe a little too shook. look I didn’t mean for you to just immediately freeze and surrender though, guy

aww but Tomura’s reassuring him

yes but as I already explained, you’re all technically one love tap away from the sweet embrace of death here while he’s at full power. it’s iffy dude. idk. I really like that you immediately spoke up to comfort your bro though! the League of Gentle Hearts continues to warm my soul

oh my god but seriously look at them

even Dabi is getting in on the friendship action. even if I’m not quite sure how he intends to not burn Giran to death along with RD lol. but at least his heart’s in the right place

-- oh shit

THEY LOOK SO WORRIED OMG AND LOOK WHERE RE-DESTRO IS STANDING

A COLD FUCKING CHILL JUST WENT DOWN MY SPINE OH GOD NO I’M NOT READY FOR THIS. I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU TOUCH A HAIR ON HIS SEXY GRAY HEAD I WILL WREAK VENGEANCE ON YOU SUCH AS THE WORLD HAS NEVER SEEN, AS SOON AS I’M DONE SOBBING MY FUCKING EYES OUT

SOB I DON’T WANT TO TURN THE PAGE. THE MIRROR ISN’T WORKING. HORIKOSHI IS A SADISTIC FUCK WHO HAS NO QUALMS ABOUT KILLING OFF EVERYONE I LOVE. BEST JEANIST, GIRAN, THE DOG. EVERYONE!!

SOBBB NOOO --

WHAT THE CHRISTING FUCK

OH MY GOD NO PUT IT AWAY!! HORIKOSHI KOUHEI I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON’T STOP RIGHT NOW!! I MEAN IT YOUNG MAN!!

SOB HE’S DRAWING IT OUT FOR ALL IT’S WORTHHHHHH I CAN’T I’M NOT PLEASE WHY

FUCK YOU AND YOUR COMEDIC INSERTION OF FOUR ADDITIONAL TWICE REACTION PANELS YOU PITILESS BASTARD!!

NOOOOOOOOOOO

THE BASILISK APPROACHES, GIRAN IN ITS SIGHTS!!

OH SHIT

holy -- fucking -- I don’t even

wow

well that all went down fucking spectacularly

looooool. okay, time to move on to plan B guys. bring on the indestructible mountain man. let Tomura have his “I have an army!” / “we have a Hulk” moment

so is Giran even still alive, or did he get caught up in all of that. lol I’m just fooling. of course he’s still alive, Horikoshi is going to drag out my torture for this entire arc and make it really slow and excruciating

yeah whatever. they have a hulk. just you wait

and some of the dying Twices are glomping over to Giran to make sure he’s okay, naturally. because my feels were briefly spared for a single fucking panel and we can’t have that, no ma’am!

HAHAHA WHY

THESE FEELS, MY GOD. WHATEVER!! JUST LEAVE ME HERE TO DIE THEN!!

JESUS CHRIST, HERE I WAS SHIPPING TOGAWICE LIKE ANYTHING, AND THEN HORIKOSHI COMES ALONG ALL “BUT ARE YOU SURE YOU WEREN’T ACTUALLY SHIPPING GIRANTWICE THIS WHOLE TIME” AND FUCK ME, HE’S FUCKING RIGHT

GIRAN IS SMILING SO SOFTLY MOMENTS BEFORE HIS LIKELY DEATH, AND I’M ABOUT TO PERISH IN A TYPHOON OF EMOTION. GIRAN IF I COULD LEAP IN THERE AND TAKE THE BLOW FOR YOU I WOULD

YOU GUYS HERE IT COMES. IT’S BEEN NICE KNOWING YOU ALL. LET’S ALL HOLD HANDS AND WAIT IN HELPLESS TERROR LIKE IN TOY STORY 3

and Twice makes sure Giran’s not alone at the end though. god I’m about to lose it for real though, shit

-- !!!!!!!!!!

(ETA: lmao I love that it’s making a “TCH” sound. like that hand is so done with his bullshit.)

what THE FUCK TOMURA ARE YOU SERIOUS?!! I WAS ALL SET TO GO ALL “OH HAPPY DAGGER” HERE AND THEN YOU TURN UP TO SAVE THE DAY WHAT IS HAPPENING

WHAT IS THIS CRAZY ADRENALINE RUSH AHAHA. DON’T BE FOOLED, THAT IS RALPH WIGGUM “I’M IN DANGER!” LAUGHTER THOUGH

but wow, so yeah. feels postponed. fucking deferred, motherfucker. FIRST WE GET OUR FIGHT ON

oh hey! funny you should mention! cuz it’s just that he’s been trying to prove said worth for the last six weeks! so if you could provide some convenient way for him to actually do that, that would actually be great. Machia is a harder sell than Simon fucking Cowell, so

oh, he’s still talking

actually this is super interesting to me omg. also that’s really fucked up. poor Damien! he didn’t do anything! all he did was glow a bit, what is wrong with people

(ETA: I have been informed by many kind people that Destro is not in fact the glowy baby Damien from China lol. I got kinda mixed up there lol.)

probably cuz they killed her

yep

yeah that seemed to be where that was leading. society is predictably fucked up, etc. that poor lady

this has nothing to do with anything, but I just want to throw it out there that I would kill to read an AU with the 1-A kids set in this time period roughly 200 years earlier where they have to hide their quirks for fear of being killed over them, and they’re all just doing their best and growing up scared and traumatized and some of them are bitter at the world and others are hopeful of one day making it a better place. oh my god. “makeste, that’s just an X-Men AU” you point out and oh my god you’re right. that means it probably already exists oh shit. I need to go on another fic binge

anyway

Tomura is all “yeah I know history too” and making me feel bad. some of us didn’t grow up in this universe, Tomura

Tomura just let the man talk, I need more worldbuilding stuff for my AU headcanons

you’d think that the Army would be embracing the word “quirks”, then? this woman seems like the type of martyr figure they ought to be all over. I guess there’s more to the story and I should take my own advice and shut up and let him finish

I see, so they associate the government’s use of the word “quirk” with their oppression. idk, I feel like they ought to be trying to reclaim it then. but whatever

so he’s wrapping up now

oh!!

his mother?!

DESTRO WAS THE SON OF THE MOTHER OF QUIRKS? DESTRO WAS DAMIEN?! holy shit!!

so that means RD is descended from the original quirk bloodline! yooooo I did not see that coming at all. no wonder the rest of the Army reveres him

anyway but now the interesting part is over and he’s moving on to crazed ranting

whatever you say buddy. how did you wind up with Giant Bitchslap Arm powers if your great-great-granddad was just some dumb glowing kid though

oh now he’s getting all pompous

I’m sorry I didn’t realize having a long and tragic family history was a prerequisite for kicking ass. though if it is. may I interest you in the horrific saga of the Shimura family, though. this so-called street punk has quite his own tale of woe actually

oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit

(⚆_⚆) [sits up straighter]

AHHHH THEY’RE SAVING HIM!!

YOU GO LEAGUE!! YOU GOT THIS!!

AHHHHHHH

!!!!! THEN TELL HIM TO SUIT UP

oh shit wait I think he might be talking about Actual Tomura and not Gigantomachia! even better!!

OH HEY THAT’S A NICE TOWER YOU HAVE THERE. IT SURE WOULD BE A SHAME IF SOMEONE... PATTED IT GENTLY

LOOOOOOOOOOL YESSSSSSSSSSSS

(❛ӧ❛三❛ӧ❛)

YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!

LMAO HE’S ACTUALLY BARELY KEEPING IT TOGETHER THOUGH AND IT’S THE BEST. “WAIT... YOU’RE THE GUY... BUT SHOULDN’T YOU BE... BUT WAIT WEREN’T YOU IN...?”

SO NOW IT’S ON BOTH EYES, EH? GOING FULL RORSCHACH UP IN THIS BITCH. WELL WHATEVER. I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW I’M HIGH ON THE ADRENALINE OF HAVING HAD THE FEAR OF GOD PUT INTO ME AND BEING RESIGNED TO ANOTHER CHAPTER OF HEADS BEING REMOVED FROM WHERE THEY’RE SUPPOSED TO BE, ONLY FOR HORIKOSHI TO BE ALL “PSYCH!! I STILL LOVE YOU!” AND HAVE MR. RIGHTFUL HEIR COME UP AND FUCK UP RD’S SHIT OMG. AND I STILL SHIP GIRANTWICE!! AND GIRAN’S STILL ALIVE SOMEHOW AGAINST ALL ODDS OH MY GOODNESS

ohhhhh man. well, time to place your bets then people. who would win:

one megalomaniacal balding CEO with a giant arm who talks too much but has like an army and shit

One Sleepy Boi

hahaha. well, Tomura? time to get that worth fucking measured, then, kid

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creativityandcrying · 5 years ago

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The SSSS: Chapter 4: Monsters,Mice and Media oh my

"Y'all have money for the L right? The Secret Note is a whiles away." Cj asks, looking up from google maps.

"Yessiree! I'll cover for Octo ,since I'm very sure she forgot her wallet." Winston says, glancing over at Octavia, who's patting her pockets and bra anxiously. Looking up at Winston, she gives him a sheepish smile.

"Winniee?" She draws out the nickname, smiling knowingly when Winston rolls his eyes.

"Called it. And I gotchu Wolfie, don't sweat it." He sighs. CJ laughs and pats his shoulder gratefully before getting out their wallet.

"Thanks dude." They say, gently starting to herd everyone into the line. Everyone starts to swipe there cards without much trouble. Other then Winston's card not working correctly, causing Tessa to snicker when Winston silently gets annoyed. Octavia goes through the turnstile then squints at the LED sign near the benches, reading what it says while Tessa goes through the turnstile.Eyes widening Octavia turns back to Cj, who was helping Winston swipe his card.

"Blue line's about to leave!" Octavia says, getting the others attention.

"Shit! Come on!" CJ grabs Winston's card out of his hands and tries swiping it, after a few stressful moments.....

....the card finally works. Winston shoves through the turnstile, grabbing CJ's hand, while Octavia does the same to Tessa, the two immortals speeding through the other people while basically dragging their friends along. Tumbling inside an empty carriage the four friends catch their breath as the doors close after one last warning.

"The fastest way to get to Jay Blvd is to get off at Logan," CJ says, checking the map before sitting down. They lay their legs across four seat, stretching their limbs.

"We have about 15 to 20 minutes till we get there so we have a bit of time to chill the fuck out." CJ checks the map once more before putting their phone away and leaning against an armrest, closing their eyes. Winston plops down and starts watching YouTube, the Irish swearing quietly coming from his phone. Octavia grins before looking around the train car.

"There's always cool stuff people forget on trains to snatch." She mumbles, rubbing her hands together like a cliche Disney villain. Eyes searching the car, they spot something. Skipping over to a row of seats, Octavia reaches under it, her hand grasping something. Pulling out a discarded baseball bat, she glances at the closed eyed CJ, a mischievous smile growing on her face.

"CJ!!" Octavia shouts, "Catch!" She abruptly throws the bat at her friend. CJ's eyes pop open, catching the bat instinctively. Octavia starts laughing at CJ's surprised expression, eyes wide and mouth open. Tessa chuckles at her goblin ways before deciding to lay her head on Winstons lap, feet propped up on a handlebar.

"Get some of that energy out, you look like you're going to bounce off the walls." Winston says with a laugh, taking note of Octavia's sudden fidgeting hands and pacing. She bares a fanged grin before pulling herself up on the higher bars and perching herself on the metal. Gripping the bars Octavia swings herself upside down, years of gymnastics coming into play. A simple hum makes its way out of Octavia, the tune catchy and upbeat.

"Oh that's so coooool~So coooool~My computer can't handle the rendering!! " She then starts to sing, ignoring CJs groans when Winston & Tessa starts to sing along.

"There's nothing I like more than space! So let's blow something up here!" He shout-sings with Tessa, pausing his video to dance in his seat. The three singers look pointedly at CJ, eyes asking the silent question.

"If there was a program for volunteers to go into space ~With like a hundred percent chance of dying from death by space" CJ smiles and starts to sing along.

"~I would be first in line~If they needed brave volunteers~Or stupid volunteers~I would be there so fast!!! " The cart is full of laughter and singing, CJ queuing up more songs through their Bluetooth speaker.

The train conductors voice suddenly buzzes over the intercom, destroying the vibe.

"Please, zzz-zz calm- zzzhzh creature-" The train cart goes silent, the four only now hearing the screams a few carts away.

"You threw off my groove!" Octavia whispers to her self, restraining a smile.

"We're at the brown stop,or at least some the train is. So we need to go '' CJ ignores Octavia and snaps at everyone, grabbing their new bat. They shove Tessa and Winston into the next car, hurrying them. Winston unsheathed his sword from his backpack as he ran from train car to train car, arriving at the train-station first. Octavia is close behind, sliding to a stop next to Winston. Tessa steps behind Winston and Octavia, while CJ steps beside them all, their music still playing.

People are screaming and clamoring, running over each other to get away from the destruction. Winston surveys the platform before pointing his sword at Tessa, getting her attention instantly.

"T! Get People Out of here! Do not get hurt! Keep everyone away from us!" He shouts over the ruckus, before glancing at the other two.

"Octo, CJ! Let's see if we can shut this down quickly." CJ nods seriously and grips their bat. Octavia nods as well, eyes flitting around. A giant rodent creature slashes at the ground, letting loud squeaks and biting benches and pillars with its sharp teeth. Winston adjusts his stance, readying his sword.

Suddenly rushing forward, he takes the large mouse-like monster by surprise. Its furry face gets sliced by a swing of his sword. While its squealing in pain, CJ slides closer and bashes its head, the bat getting spider web like cracks when it makes contact. Gripping it even tighter, CJ ignores the damage done.

"O!" Winston screams, diving in to attack again but not seeing his green haired friend. Tessa immediately tenses at the worried tone but continues to herd people up to the streets, shoving phones away from the fight.

"I'll get paid so much for this vid!" A teen boy yells, a brace filled grin shining at Tessa.

"You wont get any money if you're dead! Go!" Tessa yells back, pushing the boys phone down and ushers him away.

"Leave! Someone might get killed in this fight and I sure as hell don't want it to be y'all!" She shouts again. The civilians suddenly scatter, running up the stairs. Tess doesn't notice the large wiry tail about to come down near her.

"O!" Winston screams again when he spots the blonde about to be hit with heavy rubble. He smiles in relief when he sees Octavia.

A huge wolf, hulking and covered in bright green fur with eye-catching swirls of neon blue, pink and orange. Purple eyes glowing in anger and white fangs bared, a low growl rumbling from her chest. Razor sharp claws scratch on the tiles loudly as she comes bounding towards her girlfriend, using her large body to shield Tessa from the heavy rubble that rains down. Octavia snarls and growls at the rodent monster before launching onto its tail biting down, drawing blood.

"Hell yea!" CJ lets out an excited whoop, sidestepping to avoid the rubble. Tessa climbs on a mountain of rubble and uses her height to continue to force people to evacuate.

Octavia pounces onto the monsters side, digging her claws into the fur while bright fangs bite into its flesh. The monster trying to shake Octavia off, without much luck.

Winston runs up close, taking advantage of the distraction. He jumps from a bench to its face, raising his sword and stabbing its eye. CJ ignores the painful shrieks and hits the other eye with their bat, the wood splintering and breaking. It squeals in pain before rising onto its hind legs, banging its head on the concrete ceiling, making more stone to rain down. Falling back down to all fours the shrieks get indescribably louder before rushing to soft whimper until its silence.

Octavia unlatches from the rodent and with bared teeth she lets out a furious snarl, fur raised and hind legs positioned to pounce.

"Octavia." Tessa had cleared everyone away from the chaos and was approaching her tensed girlfriend.

"Come on O. '' CJ says calmly, keeping a good distance away from the tensed wolf. Tessa gets close to the ready to attack canine, rubbing behind her ears and leaning her face against Octavia's soft neck.

"It's alright now babe, you can come back." Tessa whispers into her fur, pulling away and placing a hand on Octavia's snout, the neon blue fur soft under her palm. Octavia let out a huff before backing away. She starts to shift back, the fur melting into skin and claws softening into fingernails. Finally its a teenager girl on the ground instead of an animal.

"You good Wolfie?" Winston asks teasingly, wiping his sword off casually before putting it away.

"Frick off playboy." Octavia spits back harshly,the insult softened by her grin. Tessa helps her girlfriend off the ground, hugging her close before slinging an arm around her shoulder.

"Wanna just catch the bus? I don't think the L will be running anytime soon." Winston says casually, looking at the disaster around them. CJ barks out a loud belly laugh before patting Winston on his shoulder.

"Come on, I'll pay for the bus." they say, slinging their arms over the girls' shoulders and leading them out into the streets.

#The Adventures of Winston and Tessa #The SSSS

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waltzofthewifi · 5 years ago

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Kota Chapter 25: Firestarter

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Alya sat down at the table, looking much better.

"Thanks," Alya said.

"Of course." Marinette passed her the plate of treats she had gathered, and Alya grabbed a macaroon.

The two girls were spending lunch at Marinette's place, away from all the drama at school. It had only been fifteen minutes, but with lots of water and some time in the bathroom, Alya already seemed much better.

Alya's phone chimed, and she pulled it out of her bag to check.

"My parents are checking in," she explained. "Someone must have told them something was up."

"Or maybe it was just mother instincts," Marinette reasoned.

"Maybe," Alya agreed. She sent a quick text and put her phone down.

Alya grabbed another macaroon, and Marinette took one for herself.

"We also have ice cream," Marinette offered.

"Sounds good," Alya said. "Maybe for dessert?"

"Sounds like a plan."

Someone screamed.

Marinette and Alya were out of their seat and at the window overlooking the park. Which was now very much on fire.

"There's people down there!" Alya said.

"Let Ladybug worry about that, we have to get out of here!"

Marinette grabbed Alya's wrist and drug her down the stairs out into the street.

People were already rushing out from the bakery, and Marinette double checked for her parents. She saw them, and made sure they saw that she was out and safe.

The buildings around the park began to catch fire.

"Let's go," Marinette said, continuing to drag Alya. She was terrified that Alya might try to film this akuma, but Alya didn't argue as Marinette pulled her away.

They were several blocks down before Marinette stopped running.

"Stay here," Marinette commanded. "I'm going to make sure my parents are okay."

Alya nodded. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

"No recording this akuma?" Marinette questioned.

"I mean, if they get close-"

"Alya! Fire is bad! Fire injuries hurt."

"Okay, okay, just this once, I'll promise not to try to film anything."

"Promise?" Marinette asked.

Alya nodded. "Promise. Now go find your parents."

Marinette nodded, heading off towards a hidden alley to transform. She dug her macaroons out of her bag and gave one to Tikki.

Tikki powered up, her black dots turning orange.

"Tikki, spots on!"

The transformation felt different with the power up - like being doused in water. The power up gave her loose black pants tucked securely in black boots, and a red turtle neck almost completely covered in red spots, that came past her hips and to her wrists. She had a heavy black belt with a water bottle attached, and her hands were covered with thick black gloves.

Her face was covered with a mask - white googles covering her eyes, and a black face mask over Marinette's nose and mouth giving her fresh oxygen. She could feel her hair shorten, decreasing the risk of it catching fire.

Marinette grabbed her yo-yo from her waist and headed towards the fire.

The transformation was amazing. The clothes were bulkier than she would wear, but as usual it felt second nature to her. Even as she approached the fire, she couldn't feel the heat at all. And the mask would protect her from the greatest risk, smoke inhalation, in a way her usual transformation wouldn't be.

Ladybug landed on a rooftop overlooking the park. The entire park was aflame, save for a small circle near the bakery. Ladybug could make out two small figures huddled together, one with vibrant pink hair.

Alix.

Why is it always my classmates? Ladybug thought.

Walking through the fire was the akuma. He looked like an average sized person, except for large muscles. His arms were bare save for flame tattoos that came up to his shoulder and curled around his wrists. He wore a black muscle shirt with orange stripes on the torso, and orange butterfly-shaped goggles, plus long black pants and combat boots. On one hand, he had what looked like a small gun that shot flames wherever he pointed at.

I bet that's where the akuma is.

"He has quite a fiery temper," Chat Noir commented when he landed behind Ladybug.

He, like Ladybug, had used the transformation potion. He had clear goggles over his eyes and a black mask over the bottom of his face, and his hair was an inch shorter. He no longer wore a tail - fire risk? - and had reflective green stripes on his torso and arms. His gloves and boats were heavier, though he still walked quiet as a mouse.

Or quiet as a cat, at least.

"This new transformation really sucks," Chat Noir commented. "I can't see your beautiful eyes."

"There's two civilians down there," Ladybug said, ignoring Chat Noir's comment. "Can you distract the akuma while I get them to safety?"

"At your service, my lady," Chat Noir replied, with a bow.

Ladybug rolled her eyes.

Chat Noir launched himself off of the rooftop, landing a few feet behind the akuma.

"Is it hot here or is it just me?" Chat Noir asked.

The akuma growled as he turned. "You come to mock me?"

"Well, not you so much as Hawkmoth," Chat Noir admitted.

"I don't like Hawkmoth anymore than you do," the akuma said. "But Paris needs to learn!"

"I'm pretty sure that's what school is for," Chat Noir commented.

"They need better teachers then!" The akuma growled. "They need me, Firestarter, to show them what happens when they're careless! Two homes burned down today because of stupid mistakes. And then I try to cool my head down, just for some girl to fall out of a tree and nearly kill herself!"

By this point, Firestarter's attention was completely on Chat Noir, who was drawing him farther and farther away from the civilians. Ladybug now had her opening.

She swung her yo-yo and attached it to a roof on the other side of the park. Ladybug launched herself off the roof, swinging down to snatch the two civilians up in one smooth move, and landed on the roof.

Alix and Lacy collapsed on the roof, out of breath.

"What... is that dudes... problem?" Alix asked between pants.

Lacy coughed.

"You two alright?" Ladybug asked.

Lacy coughed a few more times before nodding.

"Yeah," Alix said. "Thank you, Ladybug."

"Alright, let's get you somewhere safer."

It was hard carrying two people at once, but Alix was small and light and barely counted as a full person carrying-wise. Ladybug took them to the same area she left Alya in before heading back to the battle.

Chat Noir was still in the park, dodging blasts of fire.

Ladybug landed next to him. "We need to get him somewhere away from civilians."

"Stadium?" Chat Noir guessed.

Ladybug nodded. "Let's go."

The two raced across the rooftop. Firestarter, who apparently could fly, was right on their tails. Fortunately, he was too occupied with keeping up with the heroes to hit any civilians or particularly flammable buildings.

Ladybug and Chat Noir landed in the stadium.

"How long do you think you can keep him contained here?" Ladybug asked.

"As long as you need," Chat Noir said. "I have a feeling we're going to need a lot of extra help to win this one."

Master Fu put the four vials on the table.

"These are all the extra potions I have," he explained. "You will need one to transform again. That leaves you three allies."

Marinette nodded. "We'll just have to be careful not to do anything that will cause us to detransform."

The beginning of a plan was quickly forming. As Fu brought out the miracle box, Marinette did a mental count of who she needed.

She grabbed the dragon and snake. "I'll need the turtle as well."

Fu nodded, slipping the bracelet off his wrist and handing it to Marinette.

"You look like you have a plan," Fu noted.

"I think I do."

"Cool," Carapace said, admiring the power up. He also had an additional mask covering the bottom half of his face. The transformation had also given him thick, dark green pants, a light green jacket hoodie, and thick green gloves.

"Chat Noir is in the stadium fighting Firestarter," Ladybug said. "I need you to go provide back up while I find Ryuko and Viperion and tell them the plan. Do your best to keep him in the stadium."

"Got it, dude." Carapace gave a mock salute before heading off to the stadium.

Ladybug headed the opposite direction, finding Luka on the deck of the liberty, eating lunch.

"You look different," he noted.

"Fire power up," Ladybug explained.

She handed him the miraculous, explaining how the power ups worked. A few moments later, Luka transformed.

Viperion also now sported a new haircut. He had a mask like Chat Noir - clear goggles and a black mask over his nose and mouth. His outfit stayed mostly the same, though some of the turquoise decor was now reflective. His boots were also thicker.

Ladybug quickly told him the plan, before heading off to find Ryuko.

Kagami was also surprised by the transformation.

"It looks better," she decided instantly. "I assume you're giving me similar powers somehow."

Ladybug nodded, explaining how the transformations worked and giving Kagami the potion for Longg.

"Longg, bring the storm!"

Ryuko transformed in flash of light. Her hair was now in a pixie cut, and had gold edges, and her horns were now solid gold. Her eyes were covered with reflective gold goggles, and she had a face mask protecting her nose and mouth. She now wore thick black gloves and thick black boots, red pants and a red shirt with a collar like a fencing uniform. The same symbol rested on her chest, and gold, reflective flames decorated her wrists and shins.

"The akuma is in the gun he shoots his flames out of," Ladybug said. "When we get to the stadium, Viperion will set his second chance, and then you will use your lightning to go over the flames and break the akuma."

Ryuko nodded. "Understood."

"Let's go."

Ladybug and Ryuko landed next to Viperion on the rim of the stadium. Below them, Chat Noir and Carapace continued fighting Firestarter.

"They've got a pretty good handle on it down there," Viperion reported. "Ready?"

Ryuko and Ladybug both nodded.

"Second chance."

Ryuko readied to charge, and Ladybug put a hand on her shoulder.

"Wait until you have a clear target," Ladybug suggested.

Ryuko nodded. She waited, and just as Firestarter raised his hand to fire, she charged.

The air around her crackled as she changed into a bolt of lightning, shooting down to Firestarter. She changed back at the last moment, slashing at her target with a precision. She rolled when she landed, coming up on her feet a few paces away from Firestarter.

A butterfly flew out.

Ladybug and Luka landed on the deck of the Liberty with a quiet thud.

"Thank you for your help," Ladybug said.

Luka shrugged. "Felt pretty useless, actually. Didn't even use my powers."

"But it was nice knowing you were there," Ladybug said. "Fire is not something to mess with."

"No," Luka agreed. "Want to come in and grab a bite?"

"I really should be heading back to school," Ladybug said.

Luka frowned. "You need to eat."

"I'll be fine," Ladybug said. "I had some food beforehand."

Luka relented. "Okay, just take care of yourself. Don't wear yourself out."

"I'm trying not to," Ladybug said. "But the akumas have been awful lately."

"They have," Luka agreed. "I do know a few tricks that can help destress you. If you come over after school, maybe I could show them to you?"

"I'd like that."

No one was surprised when Lacy and Alix didn't return to class.

Adrien wished he had an excuse to miss class. He hurt. The miraculous cure was wonderful, but it did nothing for fatigue and similar problems. And Firestarter had worn him out.

Also, he still smelled like smoke, but so did Marinette and Nino, so he hoped no one was suspicious.

(He didn't think to question why his friends smelled like smoke.)

Adrien was too tired to carry on a conversation, and Nino didn't seem talkative, so he ended up listening to the conversation happening behind him.

"Sounds like a date," Alya teased.

"It's not," Marinette argued. "We're just hanging out."

"Alone," Alya said. "At his place."

She's hanging out with Luka tonight? Adrien felt a pang of jealousy. Partially because he was hoping to sneak over to the Liberty sometime that afternoon, and partially because.

Well, he didn't know why.

"It's not a big deal," Marinette insisted. "He's just... easy to talk to."

Adrien debated just telling Nathalie fencing was cancelled, but then he would probably be forced to do something else during that time, and he needed a break. Maybe he could convince Nino to let him come over and just nap while Nino was babysitting Chris.

Then again, Kagami was probably free this afternoon.

Chloe walked in, stopped at Adrien's desk, and sniffed.

"Why do you two smell like smoke?" She questioned.

Adrien scratched the back of his neck. "Uh, because? The smoke from the akuma reached us during lunch?"

Nino chuckled nervously. "Yeah, the smoke was all over the place, dude."

"Don't call me dude," Chloe said, before walking on to her seat. She gave Adrien another glance before turning back to her phone.

"Okay, that was... an interaction," Nino commented.

When her dad got home, Lacy was curled up on the couch, half asleep.

He gently tapped on her knee to wake her up.

"How are you doing?" He asked, sitting down next to her.

"I'm fine," Lacy said. "I - that was a close call."

"I know. But you're doing alright?"

Lacy nodded. "Yeah, I think so. It-it wasn't really bad, you know? Nothing - Nothing alive burned."

"Okay, well, let me know if I can get you anything."

Lacy nodded, watching her father leave the couch and walk upstairs to his room.

The smell of smoke lingered in her nose, but she had smelled worse before. Her heart had stopped pounding after she got home and into her favorite pair of pajamas. And her eyes had stopped burning from the smoke when Ladybug casted her cure.

Still, she felt shaken. Well, not so much as shaken as just worn out from the shaking. She had never had an akuma target her like that before, and while she had learned later what really had set off Firestarter, she still had been his main focus.

Small mistakes can really add up sometimes. She did get a little careless, sometimes, when trying to find an angle for a photo, but it was hard to remember to be careful when everyone around her was not. People did dangerous stunts all the time at camp, for training purposes, or just because they could. Alix wasn't much better, and honestly, neither had been Sadie.

Still, what was the worst that could happen falling from a tree? Lacy had plenty of emergency supplies, and she could probably live with a sprained wrist for a while. Sure, a fall from that height could have worse injuries, but she had been trained at camp how to fall without injury herself. Plus, she now had the instincts she was gaining as Kota to help her out.

The fireman had overreacted, or maybe he reacted appropriately but late and at the wrong target. Either way, Lacy had talked herself out of feeling guilty of akumatizing someone.

She did feel a bit bad for using some of her limited ambrosia to heal the cut on her arm, but it stung. And she was at her limit for the day for inconveniences like that.

Hopefully, nothing else eventful happened for the rest of the day.

Next chapter

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allthings-fantasy · 6 years ago

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See You Again - Part Five

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1500

Warnings: language

AuthorsNote: Here is part five guys! I really like this story and I can’t wait for you guys to see where it goes!! Happy Reading

FIND OTHER PARTS HERE -----> MASTERLIST

Dean’s POV

By the time Monday rolled around, there was another victim. Although this time, the vamp kept the chick alive. Wither it was from sloppiness or taunting us we couldn’t tell. But I do know that I was tired of this vamp slipping from my grasp. For now, Sam and I had to talk to the survivor.

The lobby of the hospital was pretty quiet. A few people had some nasty coughs that left my skin crawling. I hated hospitals. We stepped up to the front counter and the older woman flashed the two of us a smile. “Can I help you two with something?”

I simply smiled back and flashed her my FBI badge. “Yes, actually I believe you can. A woman was brought in here last night, suspicious bite marks on her neck and wrists, major blood loss. We need to speak with her.”

She seemed confused for a moment and typed something on her computer. “Uh yes, but why would the FBI need to speak with her?”

Sam cleared his throat and rested his hands against the counter. “You see, there are a couple other attacks in the mid-west. Same markings, although normally we find them dead. Just want to make sure they’re not connected ma’am.”

With a wary glance between the two of us, she clicked her mouse and wrote something down on a spare piece of paper. “This is her room number. She’s on the fourth floor. The elevators are down that hall on your left.” We both bid her a thanks and headed down the hall.

“Dude, will you relax? You’re going to burst a blood vessel if you don’t take a breath. What’s the matter with you?” Sam cast a glance over his shoulder before hitting the number four button.

“I don’t like hospitals. You know that. Let’s just get this over with, okay?” He didn’t deserve me being so short with him, but I was just in a bad freaking mood. He’d get over it.

The fourth floor was a lot more busier than the first. Everywhere I looked seemed to be a different nurse pushing around a different patient. “C’mon her room is this way.” I nodded my head towards the left hall.

Reader’s POV

“Y/N, do you mind drawing some blood from 4023? We need to double check a few things.” Doctor Thompson scribbled a few things down on the chart in his hand before glancing up at you.

“Sure… is everything okay with her?” Your brows furrowed and you uncrossed your arms from your chest.

He pondered for a moment, as if debating on how he should answer. “We just found something that may be abnormal, just dotting our I’s and crossing our T’s.” That was all he said before giving you a quick nod and heading off to answer the page that was beeping at his hip.

With a huff, you headed to grab the supplies you needed and headed towards 4023. She was a young girl, maybe around 23. The strange bites that littered her body were the talk of the nurses station. At first you had a fleeting thought that it could be vampire. You were sure Dean had mentioned something to you about them before.

But you’ve never seen a vampire bite before, so who were you to tell? Not that you had any way of getting ahold of him. Shaking the eldest Winchester from your thoughts, you knocked on the glass door before sliding it open. “Ms. Marshall? Hi, my name is Y/N. I know you already had this done earlier, but I’m need to take another blood sample from you.” You smiled sweetly at her and set the supplies on the bedside table.

Her poor face and body was littered with bruises. You couldn’t imagine the pain she was in right now. “But… why do you need another sample?” Claire’s voice was slurred slightly from her swollen upper lip.

“We are just double checking results to make sure everything is in order. No need to get worried.” You reassured her while slipping on some gloves and grabbing the rubber band. “This will be tight, okay? Just try and relax for me.” With a few twists of your wrist, you had the band secured around her bicep.

She focused on the TV as you took the needle from the packaging as there was a knock at the door. Before you could tell the visitors to wait a moment, you heard the door opening behind you. You did a quick glance behind you and could only see from their waists down, the suits giving away their purpose for their visit. “I’m sorry guys, but I’m going to have to ask you to come back at a later time. I a-”

“It’s okay. Rather talk to them now and get it over with.” Claire smiled at you and this time it was her reassuring you.

With a small sigh, you fully turned around to tell them to proceed. The sight in front of you caused you to flinch and the needle dropped from your hand, clanking on the floor. It felt as if ice water had gotten poured on your head and travelled down your spine. The faces in front of you were ones you had no plans on seeing ever again.

He looked older, broader, sharper features… much more troubled than he was at 19. But those eyes gave him away, you could never forget those eyes. Your heart pounded in your ears and you could feel your blood rushing through your veins. Thankfully, Sam cleared his throat and stopped the aching silence. “Hi, Claire Marshall right? I’m Detective Kents and this is Detective Wayne. We’re here to ask you a couple of questions about what happened the night of your attack.”

Sam moved closer to the side of her bed but the two of you continued to stare at each other. It looked like he was going to be sick, but if you were being truthful you could be sick any second too. Claire calling your name was the only thing that snapped you back to reality. You jumped and blinked a few times, whipping on your heels to face her. “Sorry, but uh, do you mind taking this off for now? It’s starting to hurt.”

Your eyes moved down to the band still around her arm. “Shoot, I’m sorry.” You mumbled and reached down to grab the needle off the floor and toss it into the biohazard bin. Quickly removing the band from her arm, you gave her another apology. “I’ll uh, be back in a couple minutes. I need to run and get a new needle.”

Keeping your gaze on the floor, you quickly shuffled around the bed and Dean and slipped from the room. Everything felt like a very bad dream you were about to wake up from. Resting against the wall, you let your hands lean against your knees. All you wanted to do was go home and forget the last five minutes never happened. But you had a job to do and bills to pay.

After taking a few stabilizing breaths, you went in search of a new needle. It took a lot longer to fetch than it normally would, but you were praying they would be gone by the time you got back. Why did life have to play games? You were happy, content even. Until you saw him.

Approaching Claire’s room, you heard his voice from behind the curtain. Should’ve guessed your luck wasn’t about to turn around. Placing a soft knock on the door frame, you pushed the curtain back and stepped beside the bed.

You could feel Dean’s eyes watching your every move, no longer concerned about the conversation he was previously apart of. Sam elbowed his older brother before returning to his questioning. “So Claire, you said that you were on your way to your friend’s house when you were attacked. I know you ran for a while, but do you remember where you first encountered your attacker?”

She nodded but kept her eyes on what you were doing. You tied the band back and tried to calm your trembling hand. “Uh yeah, it was right in front of Garland Alley. Right in the center of town, the dead end one beside Mickey’s Milkshakes and Burgers?”

“Just relax your hand for me okay?” Claire took a deep breath as you slowly pushed the needle into the vein you found. She flinched slightly and looked away when the tube began filling with blood.

In a few seconds it was full and you were free to leave. “Alright, the doctor will be back in once we get all your test results back.” You bid her a quick goodbye and practically sprinted from the room.

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Infinitesimal (part 17)

Author’s note: Happy Monday!

Warnings: food mention, fear

Word count: 1437

Look for the masterpost in the notes!

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Logan and Roman had apparently decided that the three of them were all going to eat lunch together in the same room again. They brought in chairs, like before, from the kitchen, and placed them near the table Patton was seated on.

Roman placed two items on the table in front of him. Patton scooted forward once both humans had sat down, pulling both objects towards himself. One was the bottlecap containing his lunch, which he was eager to dig into, but he took a second to inspect the new item first: a fork. It was pale blue, slightly wide for Patton’s hand; but with a little shaving of the handle and some sharpening of the tines, it would be perfect. It would things much easier even before he got the chance to make those modifications. Why would the humans give him this? He looked up, searching for an answer, but all the human did was gesture at his food as if to say, “go ahead”.

The three of them started to eat. Patton had never had a food quite like this one. It had rice and carrots and peas, all of which he had had before, but there were also some little cubes of a weird spongey thing that he didn’t recognize.

“This is called tofu,” Roman supplied after a moment, holding up a larger version of one of the cubes speared on his fork. Patton wondered, not for the first time, if he was really that easy to read. Maybe Roman just assumed that Patton didn’t know anything.

“Oh,” he heard himself say, barely audible even to his own sharp ears.

They ate in silence for a while longer before Roman spoke again.

“So, Pat,” he began, setting his bowl down in his lap. “Did you think about what I asked? About your outfit?”

Patton squirmed a little under the human’s gaze. It didn’t help as Logan glanced curiously between the two of them. He tugged at the fabric of his pantleg, but he quickly stopped when it threatened to unravel in his fingers. He really would have liked something new to wear, something clean and warm, but the thought of what the process of getting a new outfit might entail mildly terrified him. He couldn’t figure out why the human even cared about his clothes. Maybe it was like when Marissa had first given him the doll dress to make his current outfit from: she had wanted him to match the rest of her dolls, in mostly pink. Maybe these humans simply didn’t like this outfit.

“I could give you the materials,” Roman offered. “And you could make it yourself. If you’re feeling up to it, I mean.”

Patton bit his lip in indecision. He wanted to say yes. He really would like some new clothes. He just wasn’t sure what the humans’ motive was. But shouldn’t he just take advantage of the opportunity?

Logan spoke up now. “I can assure you that you have no need to worry. Should the option of crafting your own clothes be most acceptable to you, all we would do is provide the supplies. We could place them on the table for your use and the leave the room while you worked, but we could stay close enough to hear you if you needed something.”

Patton opened his mouth and shut it again. “O-okay,” he mumbled at last.

Logan was apparently satisfied with that response, as he simply went back to eating. Roman gave him what was probably meant to be a reassuring look, but Patton couldn’t help but notice how unhappy the human looked as he, too, resumed his meal.

Patton let out a long breath, relieved to no longer have their attention focused on him. He speared a bit of tofu on his fork. He didn’t know why Roman would be sad that Patton agreed to his idea. But then again, there were many things he didn’t understand about either of them.

…

After several minutes, Roman still hadn’t eaten much of his food. It hurt, honestly, that Patton was still afraid that they were going to do him harm. The little mouse-man’s body language made that clear. He knew he shouldn’t take it personally, but he couldn’t help it. Roman had been trying so hard to help him feel safe, and yet it sometimes felt like he was making no progress.

“I’m going to go get my fabric and things,” he announced softly. “For you to use.”

Roman got up without waiting for a response. He brought his bowl out into the kitchen and left next to the sink, then walked through the kitchen and down the hall to his bedroom. He knelt at the side of his bed and pulled out a cardboard box that was stored there. He scooped that up and brought it over to his desk.

He lifted up the lid and pawed through its contents. After a few moments, he paused, frowning in confusion.

Roman could have sworn that there had been more fabric in this box than there was now. It wasn’t a huge difference—just a handful of pieces; but some patterned buttons he liked, a small patch of lace, and a length of red string should all have been in here. It seemed like there might be more missing, as well, but Roman was unsure. The other absence of the other items that were missing—assuming any other items were, in fact, missing—didn’t immediately jump out at him. As for the ones that he was sure should have been in the box, Roman had no idea where they had gone. Maybe they had fallen out, or had gotten moved somewhere else? Roman wasn’t sure where else they could be, although it was true that it had been some time since he looked through this particular box. It was perfectly plausible that he had misremembered what was originally in it.

He looked through the supplies once more, then at the sides of the box itself. One of its seams had somehow popped out slightly, almost like it had been pulled or pushed. Roman would have thought that perhaps something had fallen on the box and popped it out, but the lid was untouched. He supposed it didn’t matter; it wasn’t an expensive box, and the hole wasn’t big. Still, Roman double checked the floor between the box’s place under his bed and the desk, to see if maybe the supplies had fallen out of the hole when he moved the box. No such luck.

Roman wasn’t disheartened. There should still be plenty here for the mouse-man to work with, including the miniature pair of fabric scissors that had come with a little sewing kit he had. They would still be comically large, but far more usable than a normally sized pair would be for someone like Patton.

‘Someone like Patton’. As he picked out items that Patton might want from the box, Roman shook his head in bewilderment. He didn’t even know what that meant. Neither he nor Logan knew what Patton was, and they probably never would. Granted, Roman didn’t care about the science-y, ‘evolution and biology of the mouse-man’-type stuff like Logan would, but he was plenty interested in the ‘how-the-heck-does-this-tiny-dude-exist’ side of things. He was curious. Of course he was.

Despite his burning curiosity, Roman didn’t mind if he never got an answer to his own questions. Or rather, he supposed he did, but he knew that taking care of the mouse-man was far more important. It wouldn’t be worth scaring Patton to satiate his curiosity. Roman wasn’t heartless. He had only known Patton for a few days—and he still barely knew him—but he already cared about him a great deal.

With a small pile of fabric, thread, and the tiniest needle and fabric scissors he owned, Roman returned to the living room.

…

Patton stared with wide eyes as the human, from his perspective, dumped a small mountain of fabric on the table. The gigantic hand left two more items at the mound’s side: a sewing needle and some scissors.

“You can have whatever you want from here,” Roman said, drawing Patton’s gaze back up to him. “And if you need anything else, just let me know. Okay?” He smiled uncertainly; but he didn’t seem to expect a response, as he went and sat back down without waiting for one.

Patton stared at the pile of fabric for a long moment.

“It’s not going anywhere,” Roman assured gently. Patton slowly looked away again, ducked his head, and went back to eating.

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missjackil · 6 years ago

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My 14x17 Opinion

Game Night

This was the first new episode since “The Announcement” and I have to say I was putting off writing it. I usually post these the day after, but I procrastinated so it’s a bit late. So forgive my butt-hurt tardiness and let's have at it.

I enjoyed this episode, though it wasn't without some issues. I must say that I was pleased that it wasn't as Sam-lite as I thought it would be from the promo pics, trailer, and knowing Jared didn't work a lot that week, I will always want for more Sam in an episode, but all his parts were necessary and high quality in this one, so I'm not angry at all.

We start the episode with Donatello making cookies, singing Raindrops are Fallin’ on my Head, which made me smile. It made me think of Butch Cassiday and The Sundance Kid and I love that movie, and if J2 ever want to play the leads in a remake, I would be willing to pay for it myself!

Donny gets interrupted by the door, and we know this is a problem because its the first 5 minutes of SPN, let's be honest. As soon as I see the bad guy’s wedding ring, I think “Shit... here comes Nick”. I thought he was gonna kill him and I'm glad he didn't. I like Donny, he looks like my dad. 😊

Back at the Bunker, the fam is getting ready for “Winchester Game Night” and Dean is playing Mouse Trap, and having no luck getting it to work. I had that game as a kid too and was never able to get it to work either, but it was fun putting it together! I did think it was a little sad but fitting, that Dean would have played that game as a 4 yr old, but leave it to John and Mary to give Dean a game made for older kids, that never worked out the way it was supposed to and had too many small parts he could choke on. (the irony is not lost on me)

Mary and Jack are in the kitchen. I could literally almost smell the Jiffy Pop popcorn. A Saturday night staple at my house growing up (any of you out there ever taste that greasy salt left on the sides of the foil pan? Good stuff!) and Mary starts in with the questions for Jack. I got a kick out of him telling her its annoying, and her face after. It’s ok Mary, he’s fine, he’s just a teenager now. Something I guess she never got to experience from the adult side.

Sam is out getting pizza, and all the times they’ve had pizza, I never really saw what Sam likes on his. Apparently both he and Dean like lots of pepperoni. Good choice boys! The joy is short-lived (of course) by Donatello’s call, and Dean and Mary go off to help. I loved Sam sitting there researching. I have always loved his look of interest and concentration during these times. Smart!Sam moment #1 he figures out the language is ancient Hebrew, #2 he has the moment of realization that he knows it’s from the Bible, and knows what chapter and verse. (demerits for the writers though for not knowing Peter is in the New Testament and is in Ancient Greek, not Hebrew, but kudos for Sam/Jared for at least knowing the book is located near the back of The Bible)

Mom and Dean in the car. Now we have the talk about how wrong she knows she’s been but how appreciative she is to have this time with him and Sam. Uhoh... sounds like lines typically given to a character who is soon to be killed off? Hmmm we’ll see. Soon they arrive at Donny’s to find Nick. He says he's poisoned Donny and to save him, they have to help him. He wants to talk.

Back at the bunker, violent rage!Sam awaits!! GOD that gave me tingles in the best way! I loved Dean leading Nick down the hall in cuffs, in slow motion as if leading him to his execution, and Sam standing there with his chest puffed out like a friggin’ bulldozer, and the snarl and slam attack against the wall!! (hand me that towel, please??) Dean backs Sam off, lots of brother touching going on, but we need intel, we can't kill him yet.

Now Sam is in self-loathing mode.... he thinks everything is his fault. So many people dying because of him. This is gonna be a big issue soon, I promise. Mom talks Sam off the self-deprecating ledge and tells him he gave Nick another chance because he’s a good man and that's why she’s so proud of him. Sam softens up into the sweetest “aww shucks ma” smile and I want to hug him💕 also, still lines are being spoken by mom that are synonymous with being killed off.

Now, I procrastinated talking about Cas and Anael because the whole thing was boring. I'm not a wife hater but at least make her necessary if you’re going to cast her. I was ok about her role as Sister Jo for Devil’s Bargain but she hasn't been necessary since. Cas wasn't even necessary in this episode. We knew he was hiding the fact that Jack killed the snake, and there are probably 1000 other ways they could have reminded us that the Samulet is still around and maybe they can use it, than for him to find a similar one in the thrift shop or whatever that place was. I dug Methuzula though, he was the oldest dude in the Bible. He wasn’t an angel, for any of you worried about him liking lasagna or why he couldn't just smite Cas... its because he's HUMAN just extremely old.

On to more interesting things.

Nick wants to talk to Jack. I was not pleased with Nick referring to Jack as his son. Im not 100% convinced that the writer (and all involved really) remembered that Jack isnt Nick’s son, but added that as a note of empathy Nick has for Lucifer, you’d THINK someone, particularly Jack would say “Im not your son” ?? but anyway, he gives intel to Jack and also gets his blood (dun dun dunnnn)

Sam is again a smarty pants and knows the antidote for Thalium is Prussian Blue (makes note) and figures he can hack the live feed (brains are so sexy) I also love that Sam’s word is the go word. So many more decisions are made because Sam thinks its the best option than he's ever given for in the fandom. So Sam and Dean take Nick with them to find Donny.

I really love the broments in this part. Dean tells Nick if he tries anything funny, Sam will shoot him. “And if anything happens to me....” “Sam will shoot me” “To start!” says Sam... because if he hurts Dean, Sam isnt letting him off that easy. But in true SPN form, as soon as Sam and Dean are separated, shit goes south.

Mom calls Sam and lets him know Donny was shot up with Angel grace, as Jack figured out, Nick was playing them. Now the fight between Sam and Nick ensues! Nick tells Sam why he used Donatello, which was to bring Lucifer back, “You can't, he’s dead he’s in the Empty” Sam says but this show’s self-awareness gets me sometimes lol Nick’s like “Cmon Sam you know no one stays dead anymore” and Sam starts kicking his ass.

Now, I have already seen a million of you whine and complain that Sam didn’t kill Nick. It’s almost as though some of you have never met Sam Winchester. Of course Sam could have killed Nick, and most of us wish he did, but Sam has stopped himself from killing humans before. He stopped himself with Jake in AHBL and also with Toni in 12x01. Unfortunately it always bites him in the ass. Could it be that Sam thinks if he can kill a human with his bare hands that he’s a monster? This isn’t bad writing folks, this is Sam’s character.

Nick takes advantage of Sam’s hesitation and starts nailing him with a rock. Spewing crap about Sam being Lucifer’s Perfect vessel and such.... this can only mean that issue will be coming up soon! Sam gets in the car and starts laying on the horn for Dean, calling out to him... Dean hears Sam is in trouble, enough playing around here time to kill some demons.

When he gets to Sam. he sees he’s badly injured. Sam can hardly hold on to consciousness, protective!dean kicks in! Apply preasure to the blled, call 911, call mom. Now check for brain damage and play a counting game with Sam This hurt my feels so much, it made it feel so much more serious than all the other head injuries he’s sustained. Dean and his caring big brother smile and light hearted speech so Sam doesnt panic just kills me in the best way!! Sam tries to count with him a little and breaks into “You always put me first... your whole life” and manages to muster a little smile. Dean knows Sam believes he’s checking out, and you see the fear all over Dean’s face as Sam fades away. (OMG these 2!! Every freakin time!!)

Meanwhile, Mary and Jack found Nick and he has summoned Lucifer and just about to take him in again (Lucifer looked pretty cool,,, gotta say) and Jack zaps Lucifer back into the rift (no not forever guys... cmon) and starts torturing Nick. Mary kinda flips out telling Jack to stop. He’s contorting his hand, burning him from the inside out... not simply killijng him. Mary is full on worried now. Jack stops and Nick is laying on the floor. Mary is in shock and tells Jack to go help Sam, He heals him and Dean cant even hide his relief as he turns away to catch his breath.

Now Jack returns to Mary who is more than worried about how Jack was torturing Nick. We know the Winchesters dont mind killing, but draw the line at torture. However, Mary stupidly poked the bear. She could have just kept herself and Jack calm and talked to the boys later, but she poked and poked till Jack freaked out. Though I am wondering if Jack was also hearing Lucifer when he was shouting “Leave me alone!!” But in any regard, he looked at Mary and something happened. Fade to black.

Aside from the Cas/Anael part, I really enjoyed this episode. A few issues yes, but it hit most of the marks needed for me to enjoy an episode. Ive already rewatched it twice and will again and again.

On a scale of Bloodlines to Lebanon, I give this a strong 7.5 without the Cas/Anael bit it would have been an easy 8.

#14x17 spoilers #game night #my opinion #i dug this one #love this 2nd half a lot

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freedom-shamrock · 7 years ago

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BAMF Mari #6 - Chat’s Cradle

Also on AO3 #1 Princess Chat #2 Snack Chat #3 Scalded Chat #4 Chat Ice #5 Chat’s Paw #6 Chat’s Cradle #7 Chataplexy #8 Chatatonic #9 Chatalyst #10 Chat Nap #11 Chatcall #12 Chatachresis #13 Cat’s Pajamas

Adrien found his afternoon classes a breeze compared to the morning. As long as Marinette continued to issue commands, he was able to sit in her shadow without becoming a puddle of his former cool and collected self. She was surprisingly adept at working her orders into casual conversation, and she seemed to know exactly when he was losing focus and needed the boost… or whatever it was. After Chloe accused her of being a bossysaurus-rex, she switched to leaning onto her desk and whispering in his ear. The warmth of her breath stirring his hair as her soft voice gave him the direction he needed, filled him with happiness and the desire to make her proud.

He should probably avoid telling Plagg about that.

As they waited for their last teacher of the day, Adrien turned halfway in his seat, feeling at relative peace as he watched Marinette field Alya's questions for the Ladyblog.

"Are you aiming to step into the role of backup for Ladybug and Chat Noir?" Alya asked, arching one eyebrow as she eyed her best friend.

"Me?" Marinette asked. "Psssht. I think not." Her giggles were adorable. "You know I'm a complete klutz. I definitely do not belong on rooftops."

Adrien frowned. While she would make an amazing superhero, he really didn't like to think of her in that kind of danger.

"And what do you think of Chat Noir, now that you've spent time with him, hmm?" Alya winked, grinning with mischief. "He and Ladybug have always insisted they're just friends."

Marinette nodded, looking a little nervous about this particular angle.

"Are you the real reason our heroes haven't hooked up?" Alya asked, leaping to the related question before her friend could answer. "Has Marichat always stood in the way of Ladynoir?"

"What?" Marinette's eyes were huge as she gawked at Alya. "No-no-no. Of course not." She burst out laughing. "Chat and I aren't dating." She waved her hands frantically. "I made him lunch, because he's far too light… have you ever noticed how thin he is?" It was a beautiful deflection.

"Sounds like a date to me," Chloe said, crossing the aisle to join in the conversation. "Though Alya, I suspect it's a new thing. Look how blushy she is."

Alya made a point to look over Marinette's pink tinged cheeks. "I hate to admit it, but Chloe's got a good point." She shrugged.

"Honestly, Alya, I can't believe you haven't realized why Ladybug and Chat Noir haven't gotten together." Chloe sniffed disdainfully. She'd gotten much less nasty the last few years, but she still wasn't particularly nice. "She's obviously not into guys."

Adrien stared at Chloe in shock. To be fair, it had never occurred to him, but then he brushed it off. There'd been a boy at her school she liked. But as that was a Chat-known fact, he couldn't exactly point it out.

"Uhhh…" Marinette mumbled.

"Nuh uh," Nino interrupted. "I saw the way Ladybug looked at my bro here, on more than one occasion, I might add." He beamed as he lightly punched Adrien's shoulder. "She's definitely got an eye for some nice man candy."

"I've always thought she was bi," Marinette blurted.

Alya giggled. "Sure sweetie. You see everyone with stereoscopic bisexual vision."

"Hey Agreste," Kim said, stepping closer to Adrien. "We still on for after school?"

Adrien thought for a moment and nodded. He'd been so scrambled by Marinette's presence he'd nearly forgotten it was weight training day. He'd started lifting with Kim as an excuse for why he'd gotten so much more toned and strong in the last year. Fortunately, his Chat Noir activities hadn't given him a weight lifter's form; his musculature followed the lithe lean pattern of a cat, so his father approved.

Kim slapped his hands down on Marinette's table, pulling her away from Alya's interrogation. "And DC, you want to join me and Mr. Model Behavior for weight lifting today?"

She looked surprised by the invitation. "Me?"

Kim smirked. "You've been holding out on us Mair-bear, and that video made me want to see what you're really made of."

There was a moment of silence before several voices chimed in together. "Ooooooh!"

Marinette glanced at Adrien and he beamed at her. Kim's request had awakened a need he hadn't even been aware of. Just how strong was his sweet princess?"

"Adrien." God. He would never tire of hearing her say his name in that firm but caring way. How were those things even compatible? He had no idea. She leaned forward to rest a hand on his shoulder, apparently concerned by his lack of response. "Adrien," she said again.

"Yes, Mari?" he responded, stupidly proud to have gotten two words out. It was best not to think about how her pleased smile made him feel.

"Do you want me to come to the weight room with you guys?" She was so perfect. Making sure he was okay before committing.

He nodded eagerly. "Very much yes."

"All right." She shrugged. "I'll meet you guys there. I have to run home for workout clothes."

Adrien and Kim were already changed and stretching when Marinette popped her head in to the weight room, a small duffel hooked on her arm. "I'll be right in." She flashed him a smile before ducking back into the locker room."

Kim chuckled, and when Adrien looked up, his friend's grin could only be described as smug. "About time," he teased.

Adrien puzzled for a moment. Kim wasn't usually cryptic. "For what?"

Kim shook his head slowly. "You've been captain oblivious for years, dude. It's good to see you've finally gotten with the program."

"Uhmmmmm… okay?" Adrien replied uncertainly. What program?

"It just took seeing Mair-bear at her most BAMF," Kim continued, "for you to see past your crush on Ladybug."

"What?" Adrien goggled at his friend. Was that what had happened?

"Don't get me wrong," Kim said, holding up one hand. "I appreciate the draw of a strong woman." He winked. "But it's the sweet ones who look like they couldn't hurt a mouse, but can also toss around forty pound sacks of flour like they're nothing that'll really get you."

Adrien thought for a moment. Kim had a point, but he wasn't entirely sure he went along with the reasoning. "She can toss sacks of flour? Is that how she got so strong?"

Kim shrugged and turned to start adding weight to his bar. "She's always been stronger than she looks, and I've seen her unloading delivery trucks with her dad. They make a game out of seeing who can carry more, and throwing them at each other."

Adrien couldn't imagine his father turning any part of his job into a game. The very idea nearly made him laugh. Marinette came in then, making him suck in a ridiculous amount of air in response. She wore the snug shorts and athletic tank top of a dancer, both black with neon green piping. He wondered if it would be too weird to ask her to push him up against a wall. She'd taken his other admittedly odd request completely in stride. He wheezed, looking away as his cheeks went hot.

"Oh goodness," Marinette said, and suddenly her hand was on his arm, her warm skin touching his. "Are you okay?"

Adrien nodded, bringing up a fist to bang on his chest as he coughed. "Yeah. Wreathed brong… breathed wrong."

Kim snickered, but continued weighting his bar.

"Do you have like a routine or regular order of things here?" she asked, looking around the room. "I'd hate to mess with a flow that works for you guys."

"Naah," Kim assured her. "Nothing that formal. We try to have most our time split between lower and upper body, but we switch around whenever." He patted the barbell. "This is our usual warm up weight. You good to give it a shot?"

Marinette glanced at the weights and nodded. "One of you should go first though," she suggested. "I don't usually do actual weights, so I want to see the proper form. And I need to warm up a bit anyway."

Kim nodded and gestured for Adrien to take the bench. "Model Behavior, here, is a stickler for form, so he's the one to watch. I'll spot."

They all took turns with the warm up weight, Marinette managing it as easily as Adrien and Kim. Though they had a rotation, Kim got out of spotting by prepping the next set of weights each cycle. They'd passed Kim's max bench weight and were closing in on Adrien's, though Mari didn't seem at all slowed down.

"You're a powerhouse, Mair-bear," Kim said as he switched out the weights for them.

Marinette moved into spotting position and looked down into Adrien's eyes. He lowered the bar, lightly touching his chest before raising his arms back up. His biceps started to burn as he worked through the set.

"You've got this," Marinette assured him, holding his gaze with her own. "Just two more. Aaand one more."

"Ugh," Adrien muttered as he settled the bar back on its stand.

"Great job!" Marinette assured him, quickly sliding into the place he vacated on the bench.

He grinned stupidly at her as he watched her get ready, belatedly realizing he needed to move into position to spot her. Not like she needed him. For the next set, usually Adrien's stopping point, he managed a full set of ten, with Marinette's encouragement.

"Nice!" Kim said, grinning enthusiastically. "I've been trying to get him past that milestone for weeks. Clearly I wasn't the correct motivator."

"Thanks Mari," Adrien said, shaking out his arms as she got ready for her turn. "You're a great coach."

When she'd finished, without hesitation, Kim added more weight and gestured for Adrien to give it a shot. "You only need to lift it once, and then it's your new max weight, dude. I know you can do it."

With a deep breath, Adrien lay back on the bench, the cushion giving a little under his head. He reached up for the bar and opened his eyes, his field suddenly filled with the most perfect blue. He could see her faith in him in her eyes, and he was certain he could do this if only she believed in him.

"You've got this," she murmured. "Nice slow breath in, now. And up with it."

He eased it off the stand, holding it for a moment before lowering it. He got it to his chest then back up a few inches before his arms started to balk at the weight.

"C'mon, Adrien." She held her hands over the bar. "Give it to me."

"Nngggh!" The boost he got from obeying her was just enough for him to power through. He managed to push the bar into her hands, and she directed it back to the stand.

"You did it! I knew you could." She reached down and brushed two fingers against his cheek. "You're amazing. Did you know that?"

He stared up at her, looking so pleased with him, praising and touching him. He felt so perfect in that moment, warm and loved. He opened his mouth to thank her. "Bench me." She froze with a tiny gasp, and he realized what he'd said.

There was a thump behind her, and Adrien glanced over to see Kim sprawled on the weight room's floor, laughing hysterically.

Most of this series has been written during lulls in volunteer time, and this one follows that pattern. I wrote a large portion of this by the red light of a headlamp, between 4:30 and 5:30 am, tucked into a military grade sleeping bag, in a cabin with no heat, while chaperoning a Girl Scout trip. I've currently got one more piece in this world planned, though I'd like something to come between this one and that one.

Tagging @frostymoon11 and @starfirette as promised for the continuation.

#Miraculous ladybug #fanfic #my writing #BAMF Mari #mlfluffiction

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