#the whole squad had to pull up we all gonna die

[starwrighter]

Oh that makes more sense. It’d be kinda funny if danny mistook a bunch of human vigilantes for ghosts though. I mean, with the outfits and the bat’s reputation it’s not a big stretch. It’d be like one of those fics where Red hood straight up chills in Nightwings apartment and Dick doesn’t bat an eye because he thinks he’s a grown up hallucination of Jason.

Another thought that came to mind was these ‘ghosts’ not actually being the bats. Not from this timeline at least. Them being from Dan’s timeline was honestly the second thing that came to minde when I first read this. It’d could be really angsty for Danny to have to face the people an alternative version of him killed especially because he knows they’re heros. They are people who could’ve helped him, mentored him without any ulterior motives.

I know the bat’s wouldn’t be holding anything against Danny in particular, not when he’s clearly a different kid than the one who went on a killing spree. (Dan and Danny do not look similar enough to be the same person, Dan’s literally half plasmius) It’d be hypocritical for the bats to hold a grudge when they’ve had to face versions of themselves that’ve done the unthinkable on countless occasions. Yeah, they’d be wary but their main concern among finding out this is the kid who killed them would be ‘what the fuck happened?’

They’re detectives! Founding members and staples of the justice league/heros in general. And something happened under their noses that caused the end of the world. Ghosts exist in a way they previously had no clue about. A pair of scientists tore a hole into the afterlife and apparently attempted to do so when they were in college too? These mad scientists somehow evaded every watchlist that would’ve drawn the bats attention. They killed their son and they still had no clue it’d happened. Said son was now one of two competent hero’s in the city. He’s the only hero in amity who doesn’t want to genocide an entire dimension of people. The kid is burning both ends of the candle and somehow that isn’t what drove him to eradicate humanity?

What was? Oh, that would be the burger sauce that blew up an entire building, killing his entire support system in one foul swoop. If Vlad hadn’t gotten to him first Danny might’ve been a real contender for the robin position.

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If we go with the astral projection route, are the bats from Danny’s dimension? Because it’d be pretty concerning as a hero if one day a whole gaggle of some of the most competent, smartest hero’s with years of formal training showed up dead in your house one day. If that’s not a cause for alarm I don’t know what is. The power struggle in gotham alone would be enough for the entire world to lose their marbles. The fact that the Waynes are dead too would be making headlines seconds after it happened.

Danny’s calm-ish reaction would make sense if they weren’t from his dimension at all, instead being from a comic or tv series he watched. Comic book hero’s die all the time. Bad timelines are a constantly used plot point. It just so happened Danny’s less of a Batman guy then he is a superman enjoyer. Or Danny could just not be into comics (doubtful) or Dc at all. It would explain why Danny is confused why they’re on guard about a glowing green substance when ‘glowing green substance,’ default for evil. Most people have at least heard about Batman in their lives. Do they know what lazarus water, or venom is? Probably not. That or Danny’s just too desensitized to radioactive looking material being shoved in his face or spilled on him.

Imagine it’s months later after the bats ‘faded’ and the entire justice league just emerges from a portal one day and yoinks him.

Danny sat on one of the bean bags, seeminly intentent on ignoring the ghosts of Batman and one of his sidekicks. "Controversal opinion. Billionaires should be treated like dragons. They hoard wealth, terrorize people and generally be selfish dicks so it should be legal to break into thier homes, beat them up and take thier stuff."

Sam snorted, and Tuckers' eyes gained that particular gleam. "Oh, I would love that!" Tucker shouted seemily oblivious to the two (extra) ghosts in the room. He tapped away on his tablet as he began talking about how they could be millionaires within weeks.

The bats snooped around the room as they spoke. Obviously not caring one bit about Danny's privacy. They would share looks with eachother whenever they found something particularly concerning, like Danny's bloody med kit or the pair of Fenton works blasters lying broken and leaking ectoplasm on his bathroom sink. For some reason the ghosts were very concerned about the ectoplasm but Danny didn't get why.

He thought maybe they would be overjoyed considering they were transparent and likely very weak but instead of olabsorbing it like most ghosts would do to get stronger, they treated it like it was radioactive.

For all Danny knew, it might be.

[greyyson-but-no]

piece of shit

; she/her reader ; googled die hard references ; swearing? but it's the title so you can assume LMAO ; 16+

charles boyle had been a piece of shit and a pain in the ass.

while jake had been trying to get the squad back to new york in time for holt's commissioner meeting, boyle had constantly been hinting at something between you and jake. to jake's face. in order to get him to confess or something? he wasn't even sure at this point, all he knew was that they were driving long the motorway in a camper that definitely wasn't about to explode and they had one mission: get holt back to new york.

first it had been at the funeral, when you'd walked into the room in that dress and jake couldn't take his eyes off you. charles had noticed and wouldn't shut up about it for the whole time the funeral ran.

the second time had been when they stopped at nakatomi plaza and jake had murmured something about you being holly gennaro. in his defense, he didn't think anybody had heard. again, charles brought it up even more than the last occurrence.

the third time was at the airport. someone had suggested acting like someone was pregnant, and boyle had brought up how "easily it would be for jake and y/n to look like a couple". it had earned him a not-so-subtle elbow in the side from jake and furrowed eyebrows from the rest of the squad.

a lot had happened since then. all the flights had been cancelled, scully had faked a heart attack and now they were all sat in a hired camper, taking turns to drive halfway across the country in it.

it had been around 6 hours. jake had just gotten off his second shift of driving and went to sit next to you in the seats along the back. it was clear you were tired, it made sense you were. earlier in the day, you had confided with jake about your lack of sleep, which was now catching up to you.

you really had meant to listen to him as he spoke, but god, you were so tired. he had just started talking, complaining about something or other, moving quickly onto his excitement for the captain.

but soon enough, your tiredness had caught to you and you slowly drifted off into a deep sleep.

against his shoulder.

jake gulped when he realized, feeling your cheek against him, following the soft up and down movement of your chest as you breathed softly, how soft your face looked as you slept.

then how comfortable you must have been to fall asleep against his shoulder. god, he better not wake you up. you needed nothing more than this sleep right now. what if his shoulder wasn't comfortable enough and you would wake up? what if the trailer went over a speed bump and it woke you up? suddenly, the detective was very nervous.

as this happened, a certain charles boyle walked out from the bathroom in the trailer, wiping his hands with a wet cloth, dropping it as his eyes locked onto you, asleep of jake's shoulder.

"shush..." jake made charles promise, index finger pushed to his lips to enforce his message. "don't say a word."

boyle moved into the booth opposite the two, leaning against the table between them. "this is so sweet!"

jake shook his head. "what did i say?"

"sorry..." charles murmured, clearly not actually sorry as he grinned at the two. he lowered his voice. "so... you gonna tell her?"

"tell her what?"

boyle scoffed, gesturing to the two of you. "that you like her, ask her out, the whole shebang. you know, we all know she likes you back, she is literally asleep on your shoulder."

jake shook his head. "i can't."

"why not?"

"charles, i don't really want to go into it. it's too complicated."

boyle shrugged, sitting back in his seat again, still looking at the two of them but letting jake pull out his phone to check something. but there was an odd silence. it was clear jake wanted to talk about it, he was just in denial and trying to pretend it wasn't a problem. the detective put his phone away again, moving to look back at charles.

he cleared his throat softly, turning to look down as you shuffled slightly in your sleep, resting your legs up on the seat and somehow leaning further into him. "alright then." he shook his head when charles grinned at his reply. "what if it doesn't go right? okay, yeah, she might like me back, but if we go on a couple dates and it doesn't work out the squad will be ruined. we have such a good friendship going, i don't wanna risk that."

charles shrugged, leaning back in his eat and looking between the two of them. "or, you don't ask her out and you lose a chance at a really good relationship, one that could be perfect. how many arguments have the two of you worked out over the years? it's not gonna go wrong, it's whether you believe that or not."

jake hummed.

the two detectives sat in silence for a minute, jake following the cars out the window, charles watching as rosa went up to talk to the captain.

after a bit, jake looked down at her again, sighing. "i have to tell her, don't i?" charles nodded. jake had made his decision.

they had just dropped holt off at one police plaza for his meeting, the group all deciding to go their separate ways after the tiring last 48 hours they had had. jake wasn't even planning on telling you he liked you yet, opting to wait for the perfect moment.

instead, it was you who went to find him, calling after him as he walked off in the direction of his own place. "jake! wait up!"

he grinned when he saw you, pausing in his place to let you catch up, hands shoved in his pocket. "what's up?" he spoke, voice far too cheery for the past days they'd had. he definitely couldn't wait much longer to ask you out.

laughing, you shook our head. "i, uh, can't actually remember a lot of what happened these last couple hours. i tried to ask santiago but she had no clue either. did i- uh-?"

"you alright?" he could tell you were a bit out of it. he understood, but it was still a bit odd. "you can ask, what's up?"

"did i fall asleep on your shoulder in the camper?" you laughed at yourself, as if the concept was impossible, or otherworldly. jake didn't quite know how to handle what you had just asked. he decided on honesty, just exactly what happened.

he nodded. "you did, for like, 2 hours or something?"

"fucking hell." shaking your head, you let your head fall into your hands. "that's really embarrassing."

jake shook his head, eyebrows furrowed at you. "it's not embarrassing, don't worry." he lightened up a bit, smiling at you. "hey, maybe i just have really comfortable shoulders."

tilting your head, you shrugged. "i mean, a 2 hour nap in a rickety old trailer? seems like i owe it all to your shoulders..." you faded off, realising how weird that would sound. even though he had tried to reassure you that it wasn't embarrassing, you still felt weird because of it. christ, you'd had this massive crush on this guy for ages and now you'd fallen asleep on his shoulder without like, asking or anything?

you didn't quite know how to deal with the situation, but jake was laughing so maybe it would all be okay.

"hey listen." jake started, voice going soft, oddly soft for him, but you shrugged it off as he spoke. "i know we've just spent over 48 hours joined at the hip in some form of transport, but did you wanna maybe get a drink together at shaw's tonight? just us for once?"

you smiled softly, nodding. "yeah, i'd actually love that."

"great." he mirrored your warm smile. "i'll pick you up at 8 then?" and he didn't even give you time to respond before he turned on the heels of his shoes and walked off back home.

you had gone to speak but then realized there would be no point. he had just asked you out on a date tonight, right? shaw's was a regular hang out spot, but normally with everyone.

oh my god, he had just asked you out on a date.

[autisticshadowthehedgehog]

OH since we were talking about the metarex arc. you know how i have that post about how it seems like idw might be leading up to a metarex adaptation. probably not but we can all hope right? anyway personally, since shadow doesn't have amnesia atm, we have three EXTREMELY fun options for the "assassinating cosmo" episode.

shadow does this shit without memory loss. it is in-character for him to pull the whole "ends justify the means" beat, and it makes him just softly telling cosmo to close her eyes* before attacking her way more of an oomph moment if he knows how she feels. but bringing that up: if he has memories of the ARK, him literally recreating his trauma but as the perpetrator and almost killing a child in front of another child who loves her might make him like. pause? idk for some reason i dont think he'd get to the point of actually almost killing her if he had memories at that point

@birdsareblooming suggested this first but surge and kit are right here as anti-sonics made in a lab with 0 memory of their past and a reason to not trust team sonic enough to stop and have a conversation with them. also conversations are not surge's style, murder is.

BUT. and here's the thing. the third option is the one that makes me the most excited. i really, REALLY like this idea and think it would be absolutely BONKERS if they went for it...

what if they had Silver try to kill Cosmo?

Firstly, we all know Silver can be just as ends-justify-the-means determined as Shadow. And while he has hesitations about killing Sonic in '06, he's ultimately planning to do it. And most importantly–

IDW seems to be building up him becoming a bit more. Let's say... decisive.

The most recent arc with Silver we got, he was kicked out of the Diamond Cutters because of his suspicions of Mimic... which turned out to be RIGHT. He was right about Mimic, but nobody listened to him. And as soon as Silver was gone, Mimic proceeded to join a squad that blew up Restoration HQ.

Let me repeat that. Nobody listened to Silver about a traitor being amongst them, and then that impostor nearly killed everyone in the resistance.

So not only has Silver just been through a situation that told him that "if you leave a traitor to their own devices, all of your friends will almost die and they (and you) will lose all of their hard work," the exact same incident has told him that "your friends will not believe you."

Silver finds out that there is a traitor on Team Sonic. And the first thing he's gonna think is, "They're not going to listen to me when I tell them." The second thing he's going to think is, "If they don't listen to me and let the traitor go, the traitor will kill them." And in a situation as deadly as the Metarex arc, he's not going to take that chance.

But the most intense part of this? Is that Silver's kind-of right, in the worst way possible. Because Sonic won't listen to him.

Sonic remembers '06. He remembers Silver being deceived into believing that he was the Iblis Trigger and then trying to kill him. He didn't know that Silver was hesitant about it– he just saw Silver try to murder him multiple times. He knows that despite how smart Silver is, he's prone to falling for these kind of tricks. And he knows that Silver is going to be a stubborn ass who won't listen to reason until it slaps him in the face.

And Silver doesn't remember '06. He doesn't remember that this has happened before. He only remembers that the last time he spotted an impostor, he was right and nobody listened.

So Silver goes to the ship. Tries to kill Cosmo. Sonic moves to stop him.

Sonic asks why he's doing this. Silver asks if he'll believe him if he tells him. Sonic can't answer that. Because he won't. And he can't tell Silver why.

There's layers to it. Layers. And now, I want to see Silver try to assassinate a child.

[toska-writes]

Clone commandos request if possible. 😁 Could you do delta squad. where on a mission they get captured along with the Padawan, and get protective when they try to separate them or interrogate them.

So i thought about writing a fic based on todays bad batch episode (but I need to get some of the requests done- if you wanna request some Wolffe *wink wink* that’s ok)

“Got your back”

Summary: a mission goes south with the delta squad but they have your back

Paring: The delta Squad/ republic commandos x padawan!reader (PLATONIC OFC)

Warning: slight mentions of injury and imprisonment nothing too bad… the most scary- not proofread

Word count: 1688

Notes: Delta Squad fics are not my “most popular” but ones I always do so much for and I don’t know why

Also I swear to god someone asked to join the Taglist but I can’t remember nor find it so let me know!

"Can you focus for one second Scorch? EVER?" Fixed screamed through the comms, you could see his tense movements from a mile away as the squad ducked once again behind a wall.

Boss could only nod this head, he quickly spun around from where you, Sev and him were hiding to shoot an incoming droid.

"Sorry Scorch I can't defend you this time it's not looking good." You spoke between gasp of your own breath, the adrenaline from the long hours fighting wearing on you and the whole group.

Sev leaned heavily on Fixer from where you could see him, though Scorch as of now was doing a good job covering them.

"Boss," You yelled over the hiss of a smoke bomb going off- the contents of which were going in your eyes and making you cough. "I'm all out of ideas here."

The comando spared you a glance for a second, you feared what his face would have looked like if his helmet was discarded.

Boss looked down at the padawan for a moment. A thin cut ran along their cheek way too close to their eye for Boss’s comfort. He watched their head whip around looking through the fog desperately before a huge bang went off.

After a moment of slight ringing Boss felt the bump of another person against his side. The padawan looked around frantically for the force of the bomb before looking up to the comando.

In a more solemn voice they asked. “Boss what are we gonna do?”

Boss thought about their options then. Backed into the corner of what should have been an abandoned outpost, on of their men injured and the rest ready to collapse from exhaustion. He as a leader thought he was better than this but Boss felt as if he walked his squad right into this trap.

“The missions easy enough for us.” Boss had said only hours before. A knot sat in his stomach but the team needed an easy mission, a break from their last fiasco with the bugs.

He’s never been more wrong in his life.

While he was lost in thought, Boss nearly missed Scorch sliding up next to their leader, his panicked voice tried to fill Boss’s ears.

For a moment the other comando didn’t realize the trooper in yellow was talking until Scorch made a shhh gesture with his hand.

That’s when you noticed it too, the complete lack of noise. No more clanker chatter or blaster bullets from each side. Just the low hiss of the fog that didn’t seem to die down.

You opened your mouth to say something before the unmistakable scraping of metals filled your ears.

“Rollies! get down!” Scorch shouted pulling you and Boss to the floor with him. About 5 Droidekas emerged from the smoke…. Lucky you guys.

“Scorch handle them.” Boss yelled using his hands to signal something at Fixer and Sev at the speed of light. His gruff tone scratched your ears but you all seemed pretty fed up at the situation.

Blaster bullets were blocked by your lightsaber left and right until the next words made your heart drop all together. “Out of hand grenades sir.” Scorch ripped his blaster out now but the shields were too strong on the droids.

“Down the hall!” Fixer yelled as both He and Sev passed the 3 of you, a way out hopefully planned.

You felt them before you saw them, you tried skidding to a stop before turning into the next hall as a hand shot out to grab Boss.

“Shit.” Was the only thing you could say, before they could question what you meant a group of comando droids emerged with guns drawn.

“You’ve got to be joking me.” Sev rasped out, his arm shook while he tried to lift his blaster up and fire. The tiredness leaked off of him though you were sure it did for everyone.

A ring of blue light hit the wall behind you. It didn’t make sense though, comando droids weren’t the type to show mercy.

Your lightsaber flashed along the darkened walls trying to keep the nimble droids away, why couldn’t the separatists just send the normal clankers.

Once again the hall was engulfed in a think smoke. You heard more blasters going off but you feared you were getting more and more disoriented. After a moment you heard a sickening thunk next to you and you assumed the worst.

In the blink of an eye you felt the blast hit its mark and half your body go limp. Unlike the bulking clones you were with it only took about 2 hits before you were out.

•✩•

Boss was the first one to awaken. His head bobbed around and his eyes fluttered open. Boss reached his hand up only to finally realize that his armor was gone.

He laid there for a moment, confusion laced his face. What had happened to him? To them….

In a split second Boss shot up to a sitting position , which his head greatly protested, and looked for the rest of his squad.

Relief was one of the best things in the galaxy in this moment. In the dim light of the ray shield keeping them in Boss could count the 3 other comandos and the form of their padawan knocked out next to Scorch.

Sev still looked bad as now Boss could get the full view of his gash along his side- the blacks on all of the men seemed to be tattered.

Boss observed their surroundings for a moment before giving a light tap to Fixer on the foot. When that didn’t work the first time a much hard kick was implemented.

Fixer gasped awake along with Scorch after a “friendly” tap from the clone comando.

I didn’t take Scorch long before he leaned back against the wall and groaned, clearly he knew the situation at hand.

Boss could only stare for another second at Sev, guilt rummaged through his insides as he helped his injured brother up ultimately waking him as well. This was his fault and Boss couldn’t shake that.

“Fixer start working on those bindings.” Boss ordered unable to keep his gaze on the unconscious padawan. Clearly to the eyes of their captors the Jedi was the bigger threat.

Sev hissed for a moment now finding a new brother to lean on.

You came to with the feeling of someone’s exposed hands brushing against your arms. The pounding in your head was present but the blanket of confusion was much scarier.

“Thanks for joinin’ us.” The unmistakable voice of scorch chimed in. Your eyes strained against the darkness but you could tell what the problem was.

The cool metal hurt your wrists as Fixer fiddled with them muttering a small apology every once in a while.

Boss’ low voice filled the cell, plans of just how they would get out to fight another day. Your eyes scanned the worrisome group.

Scorch sat fidgeting with his hands trying desperately to listen but you could see the worry in his eyes as clear as day.

Fixer sat in front of you cursing and apologizing but he just couldn’t seem to do anything useful without his tools and data pad.

Sev’s eyes closed everyone once in a while and you could see the fight to remain in the moment, though his scowl never seemed to be wiped off.

And finally Boss. His voice was level and low just like the countless other times you heard him give directions, however this time was different. He knew this wasn’t in their favor and he was worried beyond belief.

Someone had to stay strong for them all.

Your heartbeat beat out of your chest, a dull throb started in your temples the feeling seemed vaguely familiar.

“I think someone’s coming.” For the first time you were unsure in the force. Fixer faltered for a moment before meeting your eyes. “It’s probably these. Messing with you.” He shook the bindings.

Though to your surprise, and relief in a way, someone did make their way down the hall. Boss spoke out quickly as you averted your gaze, sweat started to form on your brow.

“We need a medic.” It was hard to call it pleading despite where Boss said it from his position on the floor, but it was definitely more of a demand.

2 masked figures approached though they seemed to ignore Boss all together.

“We need the Jedi.” The cool voice stated only once.

Everyone seemed to freeze for a moment unsure about which group would make the first move.

“Get up.” Was demanded at you and you glanced around meeting Boss’ eyes for only a moment before you gripped onto the sleeve of Fixer.

The ray shield was down now and the larger figure stepped in. “I’m not asking again”

“Like kriff they’re going with you.” Scorch stood in front of you now. His full height filled up their line of sight.

“Move clone.” For a second Scorch was pushed back that was until Boss stood as well and shoved their captor away from his brother.

Before the other could react with their blaster Scorch was all over them. Fixer taking the hint that their time was now scrambled to get their other brother still on the floor.

Your eyes were blown wide with the loud alarm that was set off. You felt someone grab your arm as you were still in a little daze.

“I hope you didn’t think we were really gonna let them take ya.” Scorch said as the group rushed down the halls.

You thought about that for a moment, had there truly been something to worry about while you were surrounded but the Delta Squad, your brothers?

A smile broke out of your face and Scorch seemed to get your reply.

“I hope you know.” Scorch called over his shoulder. “You’re never picking the missions by yourself again Boss.”

An angry yell was heard from somewhere behind you replacing the fear in your body with a laugh. “You were the one to pick the bug mission Scorch!”

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[jacksdinonuggets]

Chaggie agere fic!

Charlie stayed up all night again and needs a break. Sorry if it's too short.

It was about noon when Vaggie really started to get worried. Charlie had stayed up all night, trying to figure out a way to stop extermination and make the hotel work. The girl had eye bags under her eye bags and refused to sleep. The whole Hazbin squad was worried. As vaggie tried to hold an intervention, the rest stood back and watched.

“Come on, Hun, you need a break,” Vaggie said trying to steer Charlie away from her notes. She was currently sitting on the couch in the common area, a bunch of papers with notes on them covered the coffee table and there was a thumb-tack board that was covered with red thread connecting news articles and ideas and more random stuff.

“Extermination is in 4 months, Vaggie! If i can’t find a way to stop it, then everyone will die, and it's all my fault!” She cried. Everything seemed to be her fault. Why couldn't she just be helpful for once?!

“Hey, its not your fault. And not everyone will die. We still have some time. But i think you deserve a much-needed break,” Vaggie rubbed her shoulder from behind the couch. It was a nice massage since she was very tense from the horrible posture she maintained throughout the night.

“No, I don’t. Theres not much time left and I can’t waste it on resting.” Charlie continued to hunch over her work.

“Come on, Princess, ya need a break,” Angel interrupted from the back of the room.

“No, I Don’t! I’m perfectly fine without one!” She snapped at him. He kind of sunk down in defeat, making Charlie worry that she just ruined everything again.

“I- I’m sorry i snapped, but I’m still not gonna put this city’s life at risk because i decided to take a nap,” She apologized. Vaggie looked so done with her girlfriend. They both worried and cared for each other a lot. So, sensing that Charlie was being like this because she didn’t have a break yet, she picked her up from under her armpits like a cat and then cradled her to her chest.

“No! Put me down! I am the princess of hell!” She tried to squirm out of Vaggies hands.

“Sweetie, you need a break,” Vaggie said once again.

“I-.I-” Charlie’s voice cracked before she broke out into sobs. God, she was so exhausted but she couldn’t rest. Sleep was for the weak and she had to prove to heaven how very big and strong she was.

“Shh, Shh, Its okay,” Vaggie whispered in a soothing tone. Charlie curled up even more as she sobbed, giving away a hint that she had now slipped. 

Charlie sometimes would use age regression to cope with extermination or just stressful situations. Vaggie first brought it up to her since she also used it and wanted to give Charlie a healthy coping mechanism to try. The two mostly took care of each other or regressed alone.

Sir pentious wanted to help since he really admired Charlie and her efforts. He slithered his over to them and looked at her.

“Hey, Everything’s ok-” Even louder wails erupted from Charlie as soon as she saw him. Everyone seemed so scary right now besides Vaggie, her caregiver. She just wanted to curl up in bed and cuddle with her stuffies.

“Come on, sweetie, You’re gonna be okay, We’re heading up to our room, alright?” Vaggie comforted her while walking a way. She muttered a ‘sorry’ at Sir Pentious.

Once they reached their master bedroom, Vaggie laid her crying princess on the bed before going into the closet to grab a couple of things. She came out with a beach bag that had rainbows and a sun on it. Inside were her Little Items. She had multiple pacifiers, a few sippy cups and one bottle. She also had a bunch of coloring books and bedtime stories in there. On the bed, currently, was her duck stuffed animal that Lucifier had given to her when she was very young.

Vaggie quickly filled the bottle up with water and gave Charlie her ducky. She sat on the bed and pulled her into her lap to begin rocking her. She started to sing a spanish lullaby, hoping it would help calm her baby down. Luckily it did and her cries were now quiet but she was still very small. So Vaggie held the bottle up to Charlies mouth and she began to suckle on it. All of the crying made her really thirsty.

“I think this little one needs a nap,” Vaggie said once Charlie finished the bottle.

“Bu’ I wanna play,” Charlie pouted.

“You can play when you wake up, but for now, its Night-Nigh time.” Vaggie helped change her little one out of her suspenders and suit and into pajamas before tucking her in.

“Sleep well, Charlie,” Vaggie said before kissing her forehead goodnight.

[deifyruby]

actually gonna go crazy! i have SO MUCH, to say about uu's finale. first of all, wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf wwtf my heart rate spiked when i got the notifs like oh my god it's HERE. i actually tweaked out for a solid ten minutes after, sitting and procrastinating the videos but aye, i got there eventually!

now, i have only finished parrot's, so sorry wemmbu. i kinda want to sleep tonight. <3

anyway thots thots thots. i'm just gonna pull out my live tweeting and remember everything i wanted to yap about lmao. needless to say, spoilers for doomsday! also, please don't expect this to be like a smart analysis based off of the length, i'm just condensing my live tweets and yapping LOL.

1. horace altman.

the beginning was strong. like wow. what happened to hello, how are you? we get the squad, old friendly faces in jumper and derapchu, horace making a bomb ass base— things are looking up! until horace pulls up the invis pot and goes on a whole vent about parrot's unkept promises. horace's only condition in exchange of doing all those builds for free was to preserve them, to keep them safe. parrot broke that condition when end civ was conquered and— rebuilt? with different materials. horace was also let down when the farlands civ fell to the mafia.

do i blame parrot? i mean. not really. parrot really intended to keep end civ safe, and it really could have worked out if not for the mafia, and iirc, at that point in time they were only just discovering the invis mafia was even a thing. farlands civ? parrot also did his best. he reformed the warriors faction, and they fought their hardest to fend the mafia off, they were just overpowered by the sheer numbers and power that the farlands civ just, didn't have. horace also seems to think parrot brought the mafia to them, but the mafia had always set their eyes on the farlands civ. parrot was doing what was best, and the best wasn't enough, but it was the best he could do.

(not to mention the warriors faction was incredibly corrupt and quite unreliable, so they were cooked regardless. it was just a matter of time).

do i blame horace? no. nah. i don't blame parrot, but i also understand why horace is disheartened. his builds are destroyed time and time again, when all he wants is a legacy. his friends, his fellow builders. many who either died to the mafia's attack on the farlands civ, or surrendered and became part of the mafia. to horace, parrot doesn't look like someone capable of protecting him, his legacy, and his friends.

but here's comes the kicker: horace ditches district 13th. he does it out of nowhere after showing the rebellion around, and while everyone is cheering for the new base that horace built. I THOUGHT IT WAS STRANGE. why do all this? building this huge base for the rebellion then ditching? you're not even gonna snitch the coords of the base? and that's because i freaking forgot the detail that when ash dies, he takes the mafia with him (not metaphor). when wifies pointed this out i actually tweaked out bro. it all made sense now. horace didn't ditch the rebellion to join the mafia because he was sick of parrot or had a change of heart towards the mafia, why would he??? they killed his friends, for fuck's sake. but they also coerced some of them into becoming mafia members. MEANING that when ash dies, his friends die too. horace doesn't want a hand in a plan that will end up killing his friends, and the mafia even promises horace that he can preserve his legacy with them. killing ash off is objectively the good thing to do. heck, it's probably what horace wants too. that's why horace built this gigantic base before ditching! he could have left any time, but he left after the base was already built.

horace doesn't like the mafia, but he loves his people more. he becomes mafia so that when ash dies, horace dies along his people who were coerced into becoming mafia. HORACE. THE MAN THAT YOU ARE WHAT THE HELL.

2. parrot.

"they're all evil", "they all deserve to die" and how quick he kills and attacks people he perceives to be on the mafia's side. THIS FASCINATED ME.

like, parrot, WHAT HAPPENED TO DEANTHEBEAN9. but it kinda makes sense. he trusted and cared for dean, and because of the mafia, dean was put in a tough spot where he either died, or had to leak parrot and wifies' coords to the mafia. then, everything is settling down, parrot and dean are awkward and not there yet, but parrot's willing to give dean a chance again after the war, and dean wants parrot to trust him. until dean fucking dies. by parrot's hand no less (unintentionally though).

i still haven't really wrapped my head around how parrot would have this 180 about the mafia members. one of his most memorable interactions with a mafia member is with dean, a guy who was deceived into the mafia and who parrot tries so, so hard to protect. then he turns around and says that all mafia members are evil, that they had a choice. and that's stupid, no offense. wifies himself has to reason with parrot. i still find it fascinating though, you can see parrot changing when he's put under pressure like this. think of when clown was hunting parrot down, and how parrot slowly changed throughout the video in the small ways. just saying stuff you'd raise a brow at, but not really anything outright horrific and out of character that raises alarm bells. i think dean twisted something inside parrot when he died.

need to think this one a bit more, but if u guys have actual smart thots on this pls lmk pls pls pls.

3. the spoke scavenger hunt.

& wifies STILL doesn't know what he got chunkbanned for. the reason being nothing. just spoke being silly. the way neither parrot or spoke give context when mapicc asks for it though. 😭 i wonder why parrot hasn't told wifies yet. maybe he felt bad, because parrot chose that secret over wifies, just for that secret to not even exist. ooooooooo guilty conscience parrot. spoke? he probably just didn't want to make himself look bad LOL. i don't think he avoided the topic because of a guilty conscience.

4. SILLY THOTS I DON'T WANNA EXPAND ON (i wanna sleep help god save me i'm waking up early tmr).

clown: "because i'm not afraid to be seen."

THATS SM AURA. STOP IT. actually him, the legend, whatever bro.

i wanna note that parrot never has rockets. wifies is his personal doraemon im crying.

copy pasting myself: i dont trust yusai. only has stone shit, but didn't get the iron achievement— and parrot just killed him while i was typing omg.

ngl guys, i didn't think imajesticrose was gonna be important. to which i now remember something that happened with beckytron and a diamong trim... oh my god. i just had a realization. whatever, scrapping it, i was gonna say that i originally thot ash assigned a hit on rose solely to test 'fish bucket's will and drive to do dirty work, even if it implies harming an innocent player. given how, yknow, the whole thing preventing fish bucket from being promoted was that he 'didn't have the guts to kill'. tbf rose seemed to be pretty innocent even if she probably had some connection to the withering, so there's that. which btw, tf even happened to the withering. spoke pls upload soon i beg.

WATO APPRECIATION POST HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT THE VOICE ACTING ACTUALLY GUTTED ME!!!

everyone leaving district 13th and only wifies staying.

"wifies, please don't."

the way parrot pleaded ooooohhhh my god. gonna tweak out a third time. or fourth. idk something like that. anyways, i knew internal conflict was gonna bite district 13th's ass one day. and it happened! my og prediction wasn't exactly it, but close enough. i think we could all feel it though.

the fucking no pants pp reference okay whatever PARROTX2. the way spoke reCOILED was so fucking funny though. 😭 is he allergic to gluten.

whatever this was. which btw. i'm coping! i am an advocator for clone lore being canon based off of one line wifies said months ago to dean about being a clone that may or may not have been just a throwaway line for funsies winsies but i choose to believe wifies transferred his data to a back up body and he's alive and well! he's just taking a bit to wake up! thanks for reading! no ',' intended! it's supposed to be read all at once while you run out of breath! i wanna cry!

anyway, that was my little yap sesh. it's literally just me gushing about it, sorry for anyone expecting smth intellectual i am a silly goober at heart.

good job to everyone who worked on uu, and especially wato with their s tier voice acting that was crazy as fuck. made me wanna tear my hair out /pos. sounding so wretched and gutted was even more special because of how wato is usually so composed and put together. he has a goddamn suit. it screams orderly. the conflict between following ken or staying with parrot and wifies, and then when wato finds out wifies died. SOMEONE PLEASE ASK WATO ON HER DISCORD WHAT WATO THOUGHT OF WIFIES' DEATH pls and thank u. <3

[iseathegalaxy]

I full heartedly thought they were gonna pull a winter soldier on us with tech only to end up super disappointed they didnt

now, hear me out, if they had decided to kill tech and for him to stay that way I completely respect it; it doesn't matter how much we, fans, want for our faves not to die they just do sometimes, that's life, and I'm okay with that

however,

I feel like the whole few last episodes' anonymous soldiers' storylines were constructed in a way that made it very obvious its influences had been the winter soldier and civil war (frozen soldiers scene) movies, which is why I feel completely played with

if they had just had an elite squad of clones or something and we, again fans, had just assumed one was tech based on nothing but our desire for him not to be dead it would've been a completely different story, but the way they went about it feels like they clearly wanted all of us to, based on context clues and clear influence, deduce that one of the winter soldier like assassins had to be tech, and that feels incredibly shitty, idk

[mother2monsters]

Serendipity in Seoul pt 10

Destiny leaned against a railing, still riding the high of the concert. Her TikTok was blowing up—likes stacking, comments flying. Lyric strutted over from the meet-and-greet, grinning like she’d just won a fucking lottery, Lauren trailing behind in her oversized purple sweater.

Stacy had bailed. Meeting a friend, she’d texted—a weak-ass excuse that Destiny didn’t even acknowledge.

“So?” Destiny smirked. “How was Hobi?”

Lyric fanned herself dramatically before plopping onto the bench. “Girl, I think I broke him.”

Lauren cackled. “Details. Now.”

“I gave him the tumblers—with the business card—and this man could not stop staring at my thighs. Like, full-on ‘I wanna die between these’ energy.”

Destiny laughed, shaking her head. “Meanwhile, I locked eyes with Namjoon. And tell me why this man winked at me? I’m 90% sure he’s RM94z.”

Lyric screamed. “Bitch. Stop. No. Fucking. Way.”

“Dead serious.” Destiny pulled up her phone. “And the whole squad was there—Jungkook, Tae, all of them. I swear to God, I felt them watching me dance.”

Lauren raised a brow. “Were you dancing like a stripper?”

Before Destiny could answer, her phone buzzed. A DM.

@RM94z: You and your friend in the orange skirt—impressive tonight. How about a private dinner? My treat. Sending $5K for you both to get something nice to wear. You in?

A payment notification followed.

$5,000 received from RM94z.

Destiny’s soul left her body.

“He just sent me five grand for outfits.”

Lyric damn near fell off the bench. “Bitch, SHOW ME.”

Destiny turned the phone, letting them see.

Lauren smirked. “Private dinner? That’s a fucking move. Who is this man?”

Destiny inhaled. “Namjoon. My delulu ass says it’s him.”

She typed back, fingers flying.

Destiny: Dinner sounds good—me and Lyric are in. But my friend Lauren’s coming too. She’s got a job we don’t talk about, and fair warning: I know how to kill without a trace, and she can make a body disappear. Don’t try anything funny.

Lyric wheezed. “You’re wild for that.”

Destiny grinned. “Gotta keep ‘em on their toes.”

Backstage, Namjoon’s phone pinged. He read the message.

And laughed. A deep, rumbling sound that caught Hobi’s attention.

“What’s funny?”

Namjoon tilted the screen. “They’re coming. Destiny, your tumbler girl—Lyric—and their friend Lauren. With a warning: Destiny can kill, Lauren can hide the evidence.”

Hobi grinned. “That’s my girl. Already threatening me, and I don’t even know her yet.”

Namjoon tucked his phone away, eyes gleaming. “This is gonna be fun.”

The city hummed as Destiny, Lyric, and Lauren slid out of their cab, $5,000 from RM94z burning in their pockets. The private dinner invite was a loaded gun—mysterious, reckless, and theirs to pull the trigger.

“Five grand,” Lyric whistled, strutting toward a boutique. “We’re about to own this night.”

Destiny pinned her twists up. “Sexy but deadly—gotta match my no-trace energy.”

Lauren grinned, eyes sharp. “I’m keeping it clean and lethal. Bury-you-in-style vibes.”

They tore through the racks. $3,800 later—Destiny dripped in a high-cut, plunging red dress; Lyric gleamed in a gold mini, thighs front and center; Lauren killed in a tailored black jumpsuit. By 9 p.m., they were dressed to ruin lives.

And by 9:30?

They were walking into a private Itaewon restaurant.

[nerdyenby]

Ninjago if the Overlord didn’t exist

My favorite pastime is overthinking random ninjago lore, so here we go to remove one character and watch the entire series fall apart!!

If the Overlord doesn’t exist then neither does the Great Devourer, thus Garmadon isn’t evil

This means Wu has no need to hide the Golden Weapons pre-series or to assemble the og ninja considering no one’s trying to steal them

Also if Garmadon wasn’t evil then he wouldn’t have gone to Chen, intercepted Wu’s love letter, and eventually married Misako, so Lloyd doesn’t exist

Season two as a whole doesn’t happen

Neither does season three

Chen still exists tho. Presumably the serpentine wars would still occur as they did more or less as they did in canon

However, since the ninja have had no reason to be brought together, they meet for the first time during the tournament of elements (assuming they all unlock their true potentials on their own at some point prior to this)

Chen’s plan doesn’t work because Lloyd didn’t exist to free the serpentine, so no Pythor to make the spell permenant

Since Garmadon didn’t go off to study under Chen, either Wu never took Morro in, or Morro was trained by both brothers. Either way, I imagine his story to have a softer end in this au

Regardless, Lloyd doesn’t exist so there’s not a green ninja (and probably not even a ninja team at all at this point), and even if Morro did die vengeful, he wouldn’t be out and about considering Chen’s army failed on their own and Garmadon didn’t have to open the portal to the Cursed Realm

Someone could still have found Nadakhan’s teapot and freed him, but he would’ve just got his crew back and then gone back to Djinnjago, minding his own business and moving on with his life considering s5 didn’t happen and Nya didn’t kill the Preeminent and Djinnjago didn’t fall as a consequence

Season seven still happens tho!! In the sense that the time twins are here and causing problems on purpose, at least. We still don’t have a ninja team tho. I propose that Wu still loses that fight against Acronix and the disturbances in time cause concern across ninjago, leading the elemental alliance (that still formed in s4 (with Nya instead of Lloyd) to come together to figure shit out. The plot still mostly happens but since none of them know Wu, no one finds him and he just kinda dies (or Garmadon comes to rescue him and then joins the elemental master sin order to get the time blade to save his brother). Uhhhhh stuff plays out mostly the same except Garmadon gets lost to the time stream instead of Wu maybe

None of the elemental masters really know or care about Garmadon so they say some nice words about his sacrifice and move on with their lives

Seasons eight and nine don’t happen for an abundance of reason (removal of Harumi’s origin story, Garmadon ever being evil, and the Great Devourer ever existing in the first place)

The Oni still cause problems on purpose tho, but without any active FSM family members, the gang just kinda suffers. Maybe the og4 learned about the tornado of creation at some point, maybe Wu’s around to tell them about it now, whatever, we’re gonna assume they figured something out and the world didn’t end

Ok, so the ninja team consists of Kai, Nya, Jay, Cole, Zane, and a revolving door of other elemental masters that pull up from time to time (I like to think Skylor and Karlof are permanent members, but that’s just me). The squad is minding their own business

Because they haven’t been a proper team that long, they don’t have the same burn out they do in canon, and thus never release Aspheera out of sheer boredom, thus season eleven doesn’t happen

Prime Empire my beloved, she remains almost entirely intact unless I’m just missing something

Season thirteen also still happens

The Island doesn’t because neither Wu nor Misako are characters that have much presence in this au

Seabound still happens I think

Crystallized does not (refer to title of this post)

DR still happens -ish (since Lloyd never existed, the details are a bit iffy, but all the major conflicts still occur besides that)

And that’s on me still being awake and brainrotting legos at 2am

[himbopunk]

okay some relationship dynamics of hakim's veilguard cuz i'm thinking about it. Gonna talk major spoilers probably. this is super long also

obviously neve x lucanis x rook (hakim) is main ot3. lucanis is dating them both, he would and has killed gods for them.

rook and neve are. they're something nobody can identify. i think it could evolve more into romance the way they both are with lucanis after the endgame but they're not worried about it they don't really need to define anything. i think they wouldve worked more organically if they had gotten to have a longterm adventure sitch with varric like they might have expected, or if minrathrous didnt get fucked up how it did and neve was there the whole time, but i think. idk. theyre very much ride or die for each other and theyre like physically/sexually involved somewhat but usually only when lucanis is also there.

i could write a whole post about hakim and lucanis but like i love a rivaini rogue and an antivan crow. isabela would approve probably. theyre both so down bad for the other for so long, with lucanis hopelessly pining and hakim pulling his hair out because hes been trying to fuck this man from day one but its not working!!! i feel like the moment he finally lets things go and is like idk if hes even interested is when lucanis pulls out the almost kiss scene. Agh. I wanna write more about just them later

Also spite is involved with rook, but not with neve. in general we know spite is gunning for rook from day one but i think with the whole like, mind inprisonment thing and hakim specifically having a whole thing about freedom, when spite (determination) can understand that as their main motivator, it makes him even more like. invested idk. and hakim has no real qualms about spite at any point after like. idk hes rivaini and they have seers like taash says so the possession aspect doesnt weird him out but i think after time spent in the crossroads n with emmrich and manfred n stuff he has a certain respect for spirits' personhood (ig smth that having seers is a good primer for too)

bellara and neve i think are so cute together and definitely have something going on i like them so much. especially with neve being the only non rook person from the veilguard at her brothers funeral? cmon now. idk they both ground each other in a way, bellara needs someone whos a bit more focused and realistic (if sometimes fatalistic) and neve needs someone to pull her out of her own thoughts, and theyre both so good at just. Listening to each other and appreciative of the other hearing out their long rambles and rants. bellara bounces off story ideas or talks to neve while she tinkers cuz it helps her balance her mind and neve talks out cases to bellara cuz it helps to say it to someone sometimes but bellaras brain makes connections in way completely different from her sometimes. idk. theyre a good balance 2 me.

also bellara and rook are pretty close and like. okay in the "someone will die" "of fun" couples they are both the "of fun" for neve and lucanis is this anything. idk.

also rook likes going out in the "elf squad" team of him bellara and davrin a lot and they all have really stupid conversations probably thats the vibe. theyre all very competent and stuff individually but as a trio cannot rub two braincells together to spark a flame. (Mostly rook effect. theyre a himbo i must confess)

speaking of davrin. davrin has Something going on with lucanis but its mostly just vague homoerotic tension and rook Really wants them to work it out so they can be in between it.

rook and davrins relationship is like 90% shenanigans by volume. so much worse is taash is involved too i feel like the three of them get in so much trouble. lots of insane/stupid/dangerous stunts probably . i just think putting a monster hunter with a questionable relationship with death together with two lords of fortune (one of which is also a dragon hunter) is asking for trouble

idk they come off as friends who get into insane shit together and bro out and have random intense introspective emotional moments when everyones tired or burnt out or drunk out their mind

the last 10% is just rook oggling him. if lucanis wasnt making him an honest man or whatever theyd go for davrin in a second but like in a no strings fwb kind of way that he used to do w ppl more often which i dont think would end great..?

hakim has also declared himself assan's godfather but if you asked davrin hed say theyre more like a very chaotic uncle, fine to babysit but leaves them with you all hopped up on sugar (thinking about the scene where rook riles up assan and manfred and then just leaves davrin w them like that)

taash and hakim have both decided this is my little sibling now kinda. like not Literal but ykno, queer found family kinda way. they have a lot in common (lords of fortune, rivaini but multicultural and finding the balance, trans of gender and figured it out alongside some of the other identity stuff, single parent that they lost pretty tragically, etc), and i feel like they just attach to each other very strongly. i also get the sense that theres like some strong community values w rivaini stuff in a way that works there too. also while being in the lighthouse theyre kind of the others strongest connection to back home. idk. i do find it funny they both treat the other like the little sibling cuz like, taash is like 20? & hakim is 33 so he literally is the older one, but also he is small and throwable and kind of the last family they have left by the end of the game so theyre pretty protective of them

Harding my love.... harding and rook were the ogs and theyre best friends, they know more about the other than the rest do abt them regardless of relationship for a good portion of time and i think that adds a whole angle to him helping her w the dwarf stuff cuz its like. i know you, but theres this whole new part to you, and i wanna help you figure it out. idk. they love each other a lot.

rook was really enthusiastic about harding and taash too cuz these are like. Two people who cares the world for finding each other and they're rly good for each other

Also i feel like at least once harding rookand varric had to crash at hardings moms house and she fussed over him So much and its so bizarre to him partly cuz hes never rly had a mother but its conforting in that way of just. idk if youve ever had a close friend with a parent who basically adopts you (esp as a queer person or if youre both diaspora in an area fairly isolated fron yr ppl) but its some of those vibes.

harding is unfortunately the one who dies in my game and i hate it but like. it makes sense unfortunately as upsetting as it is for her to die after finding herself w the titan stuff or happiness w taash or any of it, rook knows she doesnt regret it and hakims whole thing is freedom and choices again so like. that means something. he does feel really terrible for taash though and i think he'd travel to ferelden to deliver the news personally to her ma

finally emmrich. i personally like emmrich a lot n wanna like, engage him more in other playthroughs but i think hakim does kinda see him a bit as this weird uncle figure. elder queer who you love and respect but who theres a definite disconnect between. i do think like, compared to taash and most the other team members that hakim is waaaay less bothered by the necromancy stuff. its not rly. His thing but most magic isnt so its fine. also i think he sees them a bit like. most of thedas find rivaini seers super weird so he kinda figures its a bit similar. & emmrich kind of sees spirits' personhood in a way that even the other party members dont fully and rook respects that a lot. idk he and emmrich both find the other like. Charming and intriguing if a bit strange but not like terribly so, and never enough to hinder their support of the others endeavors. hakims eyes do glaze over a bit despite his best efforts tho whenever hes in a team with both emmrich and bellara. he tries to stay engaged but nostly he asks occasional clarifying questions that furthers the infodumping and unfortunately his brain is very small

also rook loves manfred he is very attached. obv brought manfred back, hes trying to teach him wicked grace and emmrich is wary of hakim being...not the best influence but is indulging manfreds curiosity lmao

Also ofc emmrich here ends up with strife. this is already a million miles long w/o getting into npcs but rook is in full support of old man yaoi. they check in on and tease emmrich frequently

[giuilily]

"But I'm not gonna complain if it gives us the possibility of getting her back in Part 3 lol" <- agree haha I was totally ready to accept her death (tbh i did not even consider that she wouldn't die this time until people were speculating about it before rebirth's release loll) but I am happy that we may get her back and also intrigued to see how they try to tie all of this together...

I think my overall feelings on Rebirth in general will depend a lot on how game 3 ends up going. Remake I feel can stand on its own a bit better since it is so contained. But truly why did we literally fight destiny at the end of Remake if things are just going to end up the same lol what was the point of all this! It also feels quite a downer to be like well you actually cannot change fate sorry lmao nice try though.

Something that concerns me with the defying fate/destiny thing is 1. Biggs dies anyway despite being saved 2. Zack ends up facing a firing squad no matter what (when he goes looking for hojo or when he goes after Biggs, although ofc in that case he chooses to throw himself into the void instead which i suppose could be seen as a change lol) so it's like... their fate is repeating itself in these different worlds, can it be changed? (I'm still confused as to the big rainbow flash on the Biggs path when Zack chooses to go to Hojo, does that mean theres a universe where Biggs goes to the reactor and Zack doesn't follow him so Biggs.. lives in that one?)

"I'm gonna hold the devs to that since no one asked them to add in new themes to an almost 30 yo game lol." <- lmfao for real. One of my biggest concerns about this whole thing was that they were going to waaay over complicate it (looking at you kingdom hearts) and I am reserving full judgement until things are complete but I def have not had my worries assuaged yet lol

Oh yes! I forgot we saw a chihuahua/spitz plush during the date. So the terrier-verse is still around but im pretty sure Zack is no longer alive in it lol unless he got sent back there again since it is the most relevant other universe. I wonder if Aerith and Cloud will ever wake up there... (maybe Saved Aerith will wake up there? if that did not create a New stamp-verse).

I agree with you on Rebirth. I did enjoy it gameplay-wise (except the moogles they can go to hell lol) and the battle system should definitely become a staple in future numbered FFs, but narrative-wise, because it's the middle part of game, there were a lot of new set-ups along with the OG story beats that we're still waiting for the pay offs in part 3, and I think they need to make it good, otherwise, if they did all of that in Rebirth and it's just gonna be the same as OG, then they just dangled Aerith's fate for suspense and marketing and nothing else. That would be pretty disrespecftul for both the character and the fans tbh.

Hmmm... I think Biggs's situation is kinda tricky in both Pug and Terrier verse because he sorta put himself in a situation where he's tempting fate. I'm kind of leaning on him dying in Terrier too since he's already at the Mako reactor already, but maybe Zack not being there to distract him puts him less at risk of getting caught by Shinra?

Biggs' death and Zack getting pulled in situations that mirror his OG death kinda reminded me of Final Destination, but I hope Nojima wasn't watching those movies while writing the Re Trilogy lol.

I think as long as they keep on putting themselves in those situations, serving their OG purpose in the narrative and facing exactly what got them killed the first time, they're basically tempting fate to finish its job. Idk how this will all play out or how they can avoid it if they need to take action.

And I'm sure Aerith will wake up in Terrier, but I'm worried about Sephiroth hunting her down in every world she's in. Cloud might find himself waking up there as well after he falls into a coma in the main world, and probably will have dreams of the place like in Rebirth, but I'm unsure if they'll wake up at the same time or not. Ngl, I would LOVE it if we form a party with him, Aerith and Zack. The potential awkward conversations would be SO funny lol.

Honestly the new worlds are so fascinating to me because the writers aren't constrained to OG in those parts. I know they'll all eventually merge, but I can't wait to see how they'll handle them and how the game will conclude!

[sunandsstars]

BEAUTIFUL

Recom!Miles Quaritch x Na’vi!Reader

Summary: Quaritch is amazed by the beauty of new life, and Spider is just happy his manifestations came true. Warnings: Briefly mentions being a toxic father/kidnapping/death, Swearing, Childbirth Word count: 2.2k

Quaritch couldn’t remember a time he was truly happy. Not with coming to Pandora, not with his son, not with his previous partner. And definitely not with his reincarnation. But right now, in this moment, he felt unexplainable love. His tail wagged and his ears couldn’t stop moving, his eyes wide and his expression almost bashful.

‘I’m a soldier for Pete’s sake when did I become so soft’ he should be ashamed of himself, his human would have punched it into his skull, but he couldn’t find himself to be. Not when he was standing in the most beautiful place known to man with the most beautiful woman in front of him.

“Ma Miles.. what are you thinking?” her accent slipped through and he couldn’t help but find how cute it was, but her eyes portrayed worry. Worry for what he was going to say back.

“Darlin. I’m the happiest man in the universe” he cupped her face and gave her a smooch, one of his hands leaving her cheek and pressing against her still flat tummy “I’m gonna take care of both of you, I swear”

Her fave lit up and her smile became wider, her four fingered hand came to rest against his on her stomach and her other against his on her cheek “I’m so happy, Eywa has blessed us” ___ purred, it was a cute rumble in her chest that made Quaritch swoon, he could only do the same in return.

“Have you told Spider” He questioned, his son, their son, was a man. The solder turned Na’vi warrior felt guilt for him, he wasn’t the best father, he never raised his only child and when he died he missed his whole life. He only just reunited with him two years ago, kidnapping him and forcing him on their journey to kill Jake Sully. But during that time he felt a bond like no other, this was his flesh (or..was his flesh) and blood, he wasn’t gonna let him go again.

“Kehe, I have not. I promise I will tonight” ___ suddenly interlocked their hands and pulled her mate back towards home. The sky people are no longer on Pandora, for now the Na’vi are at peace, the recoms have decided to integrate into the culture, it was only right since they have their body and they couldn’t go back to Earth in their state. It was strange, finding out about their back up bodies, all they had to do was transfer the DNA hard drive (Quaritch forgot technical names, who cares about that shit anyway?) to their new bodies. The recoms that did die like Zhang or Zdinarsk held no recollection of their death again, only of the events leading up, just like the first time.

Jake Sully was merciful, he was in the same situation as the now younger than him Quaritch (Jake is salty about it, he hates that he’s now the old man) and understands where he is coming from. Miles was willing to learn, so Jake was willing to teach. Neytiri and most of the clan, including the humans, where very against it. But with some encouraging words from Mo’at (who’s always sticking up for her son) the others relented and decided to see what Eywa wills these demons to do.

Now Quaritch and the old Deja Blu squad have gone full Na’vi. Some like Lyle got mates, some like Mansk became hunters and warriors. He was proud of his squad and felt alive here, unlike his life on Earth.

___ chirped out into the night, eclipse already long past and the forest flowing with life. As they walked up to their new hometree his mate chirped again, a complex sound that he cannot seem to master. A thud sounded behind them and Quaritch instantly held her back as he turned to see what it was that she attracted, only to come face to face with his human boy.

“Kaltxi ma sa’nok, ma sempul” he greeted them and did a quick ‘i see you’ motion from his forehead. They returned the gesture and ___ grinned, pulling the 18 year old into her and kissing his forehead.

“Son, we uh. Got some news to share” Miles stared at the smaller Miles, yellow eyes piercing through the dark and staring him down. If outsiders saw this they would have thought he would kill the boy, who was twice as small as him. But the people that knew him well could see the slight fear in his eyes, scared about his reaction, scared about the future, scared about making past mistakes.

Spider blinked up at his father and tilted his head “hey old man there’s no need to get so scared. I’m not a threat to you ya know” he cheekily grinned and his father could only roll his eyes, lifting his hand to his now braided head and rubbing it. Spider laughing and pulled himself away.

“Spider” his adoptive mother called out, equally as nervous. Now this caught his attention, why where they BOTH scared?? What’s going on?? “My son, I am with child, prrnen. I hope you will be happy for us”

Miles jr gasped, hand over his mouth and a smile creeping up on his face. He was to be an older brother. A TRUE older brother. He was like a sibling to the Sully kids yes, but this was different. This was his real family. “Mama, I am so happy for you” he wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her hip, her arms coming around him. “I hope it’s a girl” he whispered, thinking about the ways he would protect his younger sibling.

“For the baby’s sake, I hope it is not” his mother giggled, Quaritch openly agreed but secretly he wanted the same. He wanted a little girl that looked like her mama, a little girl he could protect and love as his own. He was a girl dad, secretly.

“Cmon, let’s get to bed” Quaritch slowly dragged his family inside hometree and up the spiral steps, Spider leaping in front and going to his own hammock, jumping in and closing it. His parents where just next to him, sleeping in one that was much bigger, open, and meant for a family.

___ felt disappointment when she realised that Spider would be sleeping on his own now, since he is grown and an adult, he could not stay with his parents. But occasionally during the night he would creep down and sleep between them, head in his fathers elbow crease and arm wrapped around his mothers growing tummy. He’s done this throughout her pregnancy.

Quaritch was out with his squad and some other hunters, fetching food for the clans meal tonight, Spider decided to join him with the Sully kids, riding with Lo’ak on his ikran.

___ and some other woman decided to do some gathering, fetching fruits and water from the rivers. She was with Neytiri, a woman who she viewed as an older sister. Since Sylwanin died, the Tsahìk in training saw a new opportunity for a sister in ___, who too has lost her eldest sister. She found solace in her, and vowed to protect the much younger girl.

When ___ found out that Neytiri had to leave for the Metkayina she was distraught, a woman she grew up with for her whole life is being taken from her. Then when she came back to the Omaticaya, with one child less, she knew she had to be there for her sister. But she also mourned for Neytiri’s son, her nephew.

In mourning she found her own solace in the monster that started it all, but she believed in change. If Toruk Makto became one of the people, couldn’t he? Now she is with his child, who is just about ready to come out.

“You should rest, little sister” Neytiri walked up to her with a basket full of large colourful fruit, deciding to stay behind and not hunt today, she had a feeling about ___’s labours.

“‘tiri I am fine, see? This basket is not heavy” she picked up a basket full of smaller berry’s, showing off her strength, even if it was unmatched with a hunter. ___ walked to the river to wash them, she needed to get the dirt off of them, as she was about to bend down she was stopped by a gentle hand.

“Let me” Neytiri gently hissed as the younger woman went to object, slowly giving up and giving her the basket “you may be able to carry this, but your belly would make it hard to bend and stand back up”. The elder then squatted and washed them for her, getting any small bugs and little bits of dirt.

___ sighed and smiled, she missed her. Now they have been reunited these two years they have never been caught apart. “Well, is there anything I can-“ she stopped to breath, taking a breath in and holding it. She felt a little bit of a push and water trickle out slowly from her regions below. “Neytiri”

At the use of her pause, and full name, Neytiri turned around fast and saw the situation her sister was in. “___” dropping the basket and running towards her she placed a hand onto her back and another on her stomach, feeling the baby “It will take a while for you to start pushing, but we must get you back to kelutral” she gently pushed her towards home and shouted out to the other gatherers that were around, warning them of an upcoming birth. They all whooped and cheered in excitement, some rushing back with their baskets to prepare.

“When will the hunting party be back, I need my mate” the slightly smaller woman breathed deeply, remembering what she was told by her mother on what to expect. She limped her way to hometree and glanced at Neytiri who remained silent, a distant look on her face and tears in her eyes “‘tiri?”

The warrior snapped out of her trance and turned to face ___, the tears now slowly dripping down her face “I am so happy for you, my sister. I have dreamt of this day for a long time. But if that moron dares do something to hurt you i will gut him limb from limb” she was serious and ___ knew so, she only nodded in return with a grin, wiping Neytiri’s cheeks.

A small contraction hit and she winced as she was moved to a squat on the floor, Mo’at came with some healers and painted onto her skin, a new mother must have protective runes onto her body, and it was also a symbol, one to say she was a warrior. They chanted prayers to their great mother, Neytiri included. That’s when they heard the war party, someone must have alerted her husband to the birth.

Quaritch jumped off of his ikran from the top of the tree and sprinted down to one of the levels, coming round the corner and seeing his mate prepared to start pushing. He made his way over and squatted behind her, ears twitching and hearing her grunting. “Hey darlin, let’s get this show on the road eh?” a hand reached back and playfully slapped his arm.

“You know i do not understand your saying ma Miles” his mate panted, starting her pushing. She grunted and squirmed in discomfort, but there was no pain, the herbs and ailments helped with that. The Na’vi had some pretty strong stuff.

Soon enough her son joined them, jumping over tails and standing beside his parents. Sitting next to his father and looking at his mother is worry. Quaritch sometimes had trouble with the culture, and this moment was one of them. Birthing was a communal thing with the Na’vi, there was no shame with people being gathered around a pregnant woman, they had nothing to hide after all. It was a natural process. It did baffle him since with humans it definitely was not like this, privacy was important, but the process of human birth could be seen as depressing in some eyes. He liked it this way, it showed community and safety, he was glad to be accepted as Omaticaya.

His wife’s pushing came to a close and a cry was heard, Neytiri immediately put the babe in her mothers arms and guided the bond. A Na’vi’s first bond is with their mother, to form a strong emotional connection, then Eywa is the second so the baby could be connected to Pandora, they would prepare the ceremony soon.

“I told you it would be a girl!” Spider cheered and jumped around, whooping and yipping with the other clan members and his friends.

Tears fell down ___ face and a grin graced her features, she was sweaty and tired, panting from exhaustion but Quaritch could not find her more beautiful.

[nosleepjustlevi]

Levi x Reader

A tad angst but ultimately comfort. About 600 words. TW talk about death

You and Levi have been crushing on each other for a while now, which is hard for you to admit and even harder for him. You’ve never explicitly spoken about it. But the way you protect each other on expeditions, the way you watch each others backs and even the way you extend help and comfort to each other after a long expedition all speak to how much you care for each other. These actions really speak louder than words. Which is great because Levi isn’t so good with words when it comes to revealing romantic feelings and neither are you. Romance is largely uncharted territory for the both of you.

It’s been a particularly grueling day. Not because you were met with any titans, but because you had spent all day training and learning to prepare for the next battle that was sure to come. And this sureness, this undeniable fate of fighting and watching your comrades die, this was the grueling part. Sometimes it was just too much weight to bare alone.

“I don’t know if I can do this anymore.” You admit when you are alone with Levi in his office. You are helping him organize paperwork and details of the expedition to come. As one of the best members on the squad, Levi trusts you implicitly.

Levi pulls his eyes away from his work for a moment to look up at you. His eyebrows are slightly pinched together as if to ask what do you mean?

You sigh and drop the collection of papers you are holding. “We train and train for battles we know we’re gonna have to fight and every time I just wonder, whose it gonna be?” You turn to face Levi who is now giving you his full attention. He has turned his body in his chair to face you. “Whose it gonna be next, you know? I know that’s a horrible thing to think, but it’s like, I want to prepare myself for the inevitable loss of someone else I know. Or maybe it’s just morbid curiosity.” Your speech is quickening, thoughts are pouring seamlessly out of your mouth. “And everyday this horrible thought pops into my head and I find myself hoping its someone else instead of Sasha or Connie or Jean or—“ Your eyes land on Levi. Water is beginning to gather at the brim of your eyes. Levi looks at you sympathetically, no, empathetically, he knows where you’re coming from.

“Don’t look at me like that!” You yell at him. You hate when people looked at you with anything that resembles pity. “I’m not sad okay,” a couple loose tears fall from your eyes, “It’s not because I’m sad it’s because I’m angry!”

Levi merely nods his head. He stands from his chair and begins to walk towards you.

“Why? You know? I just— I don’t— I can’t keep—“ The tears have really started to pour now. Levi’s grey eyes are soft as he approaches you. He gently puts his hand on your shoulder and pulls you towards him, embracing in you in a tight hug. You sigh into his shoulder and on the in-breath, you breathe in his smell. Clean laundry and musky pine and stale black tea. He smells like comfort. He smells safe.

“Levi,” you start, “I don’t want to lose you too.” You mumble into his neck. Your whole body is rigid. You’ve just taken the first step. The step that breaks the silence of whatever feelings you and Levi have for each other. There’s no going back now. The very words you just spoke may be what makes you lose him.

“I know,” Levi speaks into your hair. His arms tighten around you and he presses your body harder against his. “I don’t want to lose you either.”

There it is. The truth. Finally said out loud between the two of you. It’s terrifying and relieving all at once.

You follow Levi’s lead and wrap your arms around him tighter too. You take up a fistful of his shirt in one hand while your other hand finds it way to the back of his neck where you thumb his undercut. Levi’s strong hands squeeze your body, one of them laid flat between your shoulder blades, pressing you against him, and the other gripping your waist. You both sigh.

You stand like this for a while. Just holding onto each other. This contact, this needy embrace seals it. You like each other, maybe even love each other but that’s a scary word to use right now with all the chaos that regularly erupts around you. Things won’t be the same after this hug. Because now you’ve both admitted it. You’re romantic feelings for each other are finally out in the air. What will happen now?

[mediocre-writerr]

history has it eyes on you [jennifer jareau]

jennifer jareau x fem reader

requested by anon: Love your JJ fics ❤️❤️ I was hoping could you do another one where the reader is somewhat new to the BAU and is either dating or has a thing with JJ. But the reader is known for doing these heroic and kinda reckless acts that ends up saving the victims. And while everyone in the bureau thinks that she's an absolute badass and incredible at her job JJ can't help but love and hate it. She loves it as she's amazing at her job and always ends up saving them but she hates how she always seems to be in the line of fire and in danger. After one too many close calls JJ kinda loses it on the reader.

*not my gif*

You were nineteen when you joined the academy. However, once you got the job you were longing for you were still a bright young prospect at twenty two. The youngest on the team, even younger than boy genius. 

You always had dreams of dying like a martyr. The bravest thing you thought that anyone could do was sacrifice themself for the ones they love the most. Sure, that’s not the healthiest thing in the entire world, but it was everything to you. 

“Have you guys heard that we’re getting a new member?” Garcia asked as her, Prentiss, and JJ walked into the bureau with their coffees in hand.

Prentiss nodded, “Heard they were a part of the Navy Seals for awhile. They were known as the youngest on that squad and they’re even younger than Reid,” 

“Really?” JJ asked, slightly shocked that someone is younger than Reid. 

Hotch walked out of his office as the rest of the team gathered by their desks, you walked right behind him, his taller figuring covering you from the view of the rest of the team.

Hotch cleared his throat before looking at all of them, “I’d like to formally introduce you guys to the newest member of the team, Agent Y/N Y/L/N,” 

You emerged from behind Hotch and you gave all of them an awkward wave. Until your eyes fell onto a pair of familiar blue ones. Her face was calm and collected, but you could tell by her eyes that she was internally freaking out.

You tried to fight off a smile that was forming on your face at the sight of your old flame back in the days of Afghanistan. But by the look on her face, you knew no one else really knew of her Afghanistan days.

Afghanistan wasn’t all bad. Sure you were put there to try and take down Bin Laden, but the city that was surrounded by war was absolutely beautiful. All of the architecture and the culture, even the people. 

This was one of the days where you completely forgot that you were in the middle of a war. JJ was standing on the balcony in the city of Kabul, the capitol of Afghanistan. The sun was setting behind her as you handed her a glass of wine.

It’s illegal to drink there, but as long as no one saw you called it a win. You stood behind her and wrapped her arms around her waist. You hooked your chin onto her shoulder as you kissed her rosy cheeks. 

“This is nice,” she mumbled and you hummed in response.

“I agree. You make this whole mission so much more bearable,” you whispered.

Penelope ran over to you and gave you a big hug, “Hi! I’m Penelope Garcia, the best tech out there!” 

You laughed softly, hugging her back, “Hi!” 

Once you pulled away, you were introduced one by one to each of the team members. Until you eventually were stopped at the beautiful blonde you’ve known worlds ago. 

You extended your hand out to her, meeting her bright blue eyes. You raised your eyebrows up at her, “Y/N Y/L/N,” you formally introduced.

She hesitated before grabbing your hand, the familiar spark electrocuting your body and you could tell that she felt it too, “Jennifer Jareau,”

“I like your eyes, they’re very blue, did you know that?” you told her, recalling your first ever conversation.

JJ just gave a tight lipped smile before nodding, “Yeah, well, I kind of had them my whole life so I think I know that they’re blue,” 

“Right,” 

You were suited up in your gear as your commander walked you over to the representative from the state department. You climbed high in the rankings with all of your hard work and selflessness, you became a lieutenant commander. 

“Lieutenant commander Y/L/N, this is our state department liaison Jennifer Jareau. She will be helping assist us in communication with some of the hostages,” your commander introduced the two of you and you nodded.

You stuck out your hand and smiled at her softly, “Y/N Y/L/N,” 

She grabbed your hand, smiling back, “Jennifer Jareau, but you can call me JJ for short,” 

“Well JJ, I like your eyes. They’re very blue, did you know that?” you asked, awkwardly. You mentally face palmed yourself, realizing that you were getting nervous around the beautiful blonde.

JJ laughed at your awkwardness before nodding, “Yeah, well, I kind of had them my whole life so I think I know that they’re blue,” 

“Right,” you drew out, mentally face palming yourself harder than before. 

You let out a soft chuckle before finally dropping her hand. You knew in a room full of profilers that they would notice if a friendly handshake lasted too long, no matter how hard you didn’t want to lose her touch. 

That was the only interaction the two of you had the entire case. Most of the time you were partnered up with Prentiss. She had more experience than JJ as a profiler since JJ was a liaison first. 

For your first case, you impressed them all with how selfless you were. You would push yourself in front of the rest of the team when confronting an unsub. You would always be the one talking them down as their gun was pointed right at you. 

“Jimmy Barnes, put the gun down,” you ordered, as he held the girl by gun point, “I said, put it down!” 

He shook his head, “No! She needs to die! I need to finish what I started!” he yelled.

Jimmy Barnes, your first ever unsub was ironically going after girls who matched your description. He became so obsessed with a video game that he altered it with reality. The villain in the game looking surprisingly like you.

“Then kill me instead, you’ll win the game if you let her go and kill me,” you offered.

You could feel JJ’s eyes on you and the rest of the team gave you a quick glance before going to look back at Jimmy. For a split second you weren’t sure, what he was gonna do until he eventually threw the hostage towards Rossi, before grabbing you in the process.

He thought he had a good grip on you, but you were a Navy Seal, you know how to get out of a hold or two. Before he could pull the trigger, you elbowed his groin and threw him onto the floor. 

Jimmy landed on his stomach with a hard thump, you straddled his back before  putting him in handcuffs, “Jimmy Barnes, you are under arrest for the murders of Nicole Watkins, Macy Martin, and Leah Butler,” you told him, listing all of his rights. 

Once you got back on the jet, your eyes drifted over to JJ who was staring out of the window. You just kept staring, trying to profile her from afar. You noticed that there was no ring on her finger yet, so that was a plus. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t dating anyone.

Morgan snapped you out of your trance, “That was a brave thing you did out there. He could’ve easily just shot you dead before you could even make a move,” 

“Yeah, but it saved the girl didn’t it?” you fired back and from the corner of your eye you could see JJ let out a sigh, shaking her head. 

“It did, you’re gonna be a great part of this team!” Morgan patted your shoulder before taking a seat next to Reid. 

You took this as an opportunity to get some shut eye on the flight back to Quantico. And your slumber seemed to drift back to you and JJ. 

The two of you were tangled in the sheets of the hard mattress. The hot air of Afghanistan causing your already sweating bodies to become more sticky. JJ was playing with your hair as her head rested on your chest. 

“This is very unprofessional,” she whispered.

You chuckled softly before nodding, “Well no one has to know what we do,” you whispered back, “But if anyone were to walk into my tent they’d see your clothes all over the floor,” 

She lifted her head slightly before seeing your clothes scattered all over it. She let out a content sight before putting her head back down.

“If I'm being honest, I don’t think I’d care,” she said, kissing your jawline. 

You exaggerated a gasp, “Did the Jennifer Jareau just say she wouldn’t care if someone caught us breaking the rules?!” 

“I wouldn’t care because I’m in love with you,” 

Your ears perked up at those five words, “I’m in love with you too,” you whispered, leaning down to attach your lips together.

The more you went on cases with the team, the more reckless (well you’d like to call it heroic) you’ve become. You would run into a hostage situation with an aggressive unsub without a bulletproof vest or weapon. 

You thought that you would get a talking to from Hotch about being so reckless, but he never did. The others rarely thought anything of it and just thought you were an absolute badass. Well, everyone but JJ, you could tell your need to constantly be the hero was getting under her skin a little. 

You just didn’t think she’d care anymore. She barely interacted with you and when you did they were short professional conversations. Even when you went out with the team, she wouldn’t interact with you.

“So, what’s going on with JJ?” Morgan asked you as you and the team were flying out to Tacoma, Washington. 

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Nothing,” 

He hummed, “Well you’re staring at JJ like you’re in a romcom and just lost the love of your life. So what’s going on? You know you can talk to me,” 

Morgan had become like an older brother figure to you. He was the closest person to you on the team and you knew he could trust him with anything.

“Well, JJ and I knew each other awhile ago. We had a thing and it was really good, but you know, nothing lasts forever,” you confined in him and he nodded.

“That’s why she’s avoiding you like the plague?” he asked.

You shrugged, “I don’t know. It was a long time ago and she broke things off with me. So, I don’t understand why she’s avoiding me. If anything it should be the other way around,” 

“I would just try to talk to her. Obviously, something’s still bugging her if she’s avoiding you this much. Just talk to her,” he suggested and you nodded. 

You wanted to talk to JJ the entire case, but the unsub shortened his kill time and struck back to back. So, you were working twice as hard and twice as fast to stop them. 

And when you did find them let’s just say, you had to act quick. The unsub set his own house on fire with him and the hostage family inside of it. Hotch had called the fire department, but they wouldn’t get there for another ten minutes.

There was no way that the family would survive that. The smoke inhalation. The fire spreading quickly. Before any of the team could even react, you were off and running in to a burning building. 

“Y/N!” you heard JJ shout, but it was too late you were already in the building. 

The unsub was standing there with a sinister smirk on your face and just as he was about to attack you, you sent a bullet through his shoulder. He fell onto the floor in pain. 

The family of three were coughing up a storm. You could feel the smoke already start to fill your lungs. You gestured for the family to start running out of the house. 

“My daughter is stuck under there! You need to get her out of here!” the father yelled and you nodded.

“I’ll save her, you guys need to leave now!” you screamed. 

“I’m not leaving-” the mom begins to protest, but you cut her off.

“I promise I’ll get her out of here, but if you don’t leave she’s not going to have anyone there to take care of her!” you exclaimed. Without another word they run out of the building. You looked at the little girl who was stuck behind a piece of broken ceiling. 

You smiled at the girl who just seemed numb and you grabbed her arm, “Hi kiddo,” you finally got out between coughs, “My name’s Y/N and I’m here to save you okay? You’re safe now. No one can hurt you. Do you mind if I touch you and help you out?” 

She nodded without another word. You started coughing uncontrollably before you finally held her in your arms. 

JJ was pacing back and forth from outside. Her thoughts spinning as she just watched you run into a burning building. Two figures started rushing out of the building. JJ and Morgan ran towards the couple, leading them towards the ambulance.

“Where’s the agent who went in to help you?” JJ asked, frantically. 

“She’s still in there. She’s helping our daughter, she was stuck. She promised that she’d save her,” the mother told JJ.

Right as she finished her sentence, there was huge crash. Everyone’s head turned back to the house to see the roof caved in and the building was falling apart. 

“Y/N,” JJ whispered before raising her voice, screaming out your name uncontrollably, “Y/N!”

Her mind flashed back to Afghanistan, when the good thing the two of you had going turned sour. 

It was dark out and you, JJ, and some of trying to search an abandoned compound that you assumed the Talibans were using to help create bombs. You sensed a slight tension against your shin. 

It felt like what would happen if you rubbed your shin against a bush. But there was no shrubbery around the group, only grass and dirt. At the same time there was a pinning noise and that was the only thing you could hear. 

You had walked into a tripwire, looking down you saw the primed grenade, “Grenade! Take cover!” you yelled to the rest of your team.

You don’t know why you did what you did. Maybe it was because you felt responsible for what was about to happen. You pushed JJ towards the rest of the group as one of your fellow soldiers pulled her behind the concrete building.

You threw off your backpack and jammed it into the grenade, before lying next to it in fetal position to block the explosion from expanding towards them. You were just counting down, waiting for the consequences. 

5, 4, 3, 2,1, you counted and your whole body relaxed as the thought that maybe the bomb was a dud crossed your mind. But just as you relaxed it blew up in front of you. 

“Y/N!” JJ screamed. 

The orange sparks and the smoke cleared, but you knew you were still alive. You were so disoriented, so disoriented to the point where you didn’t even notice that you were blasted so much further away from where you originally laid. 

JJ and the patrol medic ran over to you. She put her hands on my face and noticed how disoriented you were. JJ noticed the blood pouring down your nose and ears. 

“Y/N, I need you to stay with me,” JJ told you, drawing figures on your bloody cheeks, “The doctor’s checking you out, I need you to stay awake, okay? Please, for me,” her voice cracked. 

No matter how hard you tried, your eyes just seemed to shut and you couldn’t open them again.

“No!” JJ screamed as she continued to watch the house burn down in flames. 

Tears were flowing down her cheeks. The trauma of Afghanistan and the thought of losing you flooded her mind. She always wondered why her relationships with people after you never worked. 

She made excuses for herself. The idea that her job as a profiler took up too much of her time. Or the guys or girls she dated were just bad seeds. But that wasn’t the idea. It was the idea that she was still so in love with you, maybe even waiting for the day she’ll get you back. 

JJ looked around the rest of your team. Reid was trying his best to fight off tears, but you could hear him sniffling. He always thought of you as one of his best friends. You related to him more than anyone because of how young you were. 

Morgan and Prentiss stood up tall and were staying strong. But JJ could tell from a mile away that it was getting harder every second that was going by. Prentiss thought of you as a little prodigy, you reminded her of a young Prentiss, and all she wanted to do was protect you even though she knew you didn’t need it. 

Then there was Hotch who stood there emotionless, but he was just trying to actually stay strong for the team. Hotch knew that you were the reckless type, it didn’t take a profiler to notice that. 

The last thing he said to you before he introduced you to the team was, “I see that you want to fight, you’ve got this hunger. I was just like you when I was younger, head full of fantasies of dying like a martyr. Just remember, dying is easy, living is harder.” 

But then they saw a figure emerge from the smoke. The little girl you were carrying was unconscious in your arms. You were coughing up a storm as you crashed onto the lawn. 

The team and paramedics ran towards you. JJ cupped your cheeks as your eyes fluttered open and closed. The smoke that was filling your lungs, making it hard to breathe. The paramedics through an oxygen mask on your face as they tried to help you breathe.

You pulled it off really quick, “Y/N! Put the oxygen mask back on!” JJ scolded you.

You were coughing up a storm as you finally got out what you said between your coughs, “I’m still in love with you,” you told her.

She was about to respond when you started seizing on the ground. Hotch pushed the team out of the way so the paramedics could do their job.

JJ’s mine still drifted back to Afghanistan as she watched them drag you to the hospital. It reminded her of when they brought you back to the med camp after the explosion. The fear settling into her bones that she might not ever see you again.

When you were finally more stable to understand what was going on around you, you were in the med tent of the camp. JJ was sitting next to you with her hands intertwined with yours.

You moved slightly and her head shot up to look at you, “How bad is it?” 

“Your eardrums are perforated, but there’s suspected to be no lasting damage.Your backpack and body armor absorbed most of the damage. You know the doctors say you’re lucky, but I just say you’re stupid,” she told you and you looked at her with furrow brows. 

“That was a little harsh,” you muttered.

She rolled her eyes, “What you did was stupid! It was stupid and reckless! I almost lost you today because of how stupid you were being!” 

“It was heroic!” you screamed. It didn't matter to you that your head was still pounding and your ears were ringing from the explosion, but you were being attacked after you just woke up.

“You don’t see the point! I almost lost you! There are people who care about you! I care about you and if I lost you today I don’t know what I would’ve done!” she screamed, “So I need you to promise me that this isn’t going to happen again. That you’ll start being more careful and thinking more without doing,” 

You sat there in silence unsure of what to say, “I can’t promise that,” you whispered after so many minutes. 

She bit her lip, removing her hand from yours. JJ stood up and started packing up the things that she had in the tent, “Then I can’t do this. If you’re not going to even respect a simple decision as to being less reckless for your own safety, then I can’t do this. I don’t think that what I’m asking is too hard, but I guess it is,” 

“JJ,” you whispered, but it was too late she was already gone.

She didn't come to visit you after that. As you sat there in your own silence, you realized that you made a mistake. You wanted to talk to her, but every time you asked someone to grab her she would always be busy or she’d just never come. 

Once you were finally well enough to be discharged from med tent and back to your own, it was too late. There was a little note left on the hard mattress the two of you once shared.

“Y/N, I’ve decided to leave. Another state department liaison is coming to replace me. I just can’t stay and watch you throw your life on the line anymore. Maybe in another world, but just not this one- JJ,” the note read and you let out a groan of frustration before falling onto the mattress.

You woke up from your seizure to see JJ sitting the corner of the room. She was curled up in the faux leather seat as she was sleeping peacefully. Your mouth felt dry as you reached over to grab the water that sat on the bedside table. 

All your stirring around caused JJ to wake up, her head shooting over to you to make sure you were okay. You looked at her softly and smiled, “How’s the little girl?”

“Safe and recovering,” she answered shortly.

“Where’s everyone else?” you asked.

“They’re in the waiting room. I tried to get them to go home, but they insisted on staying,” she mentioned and you smiled softly.

You could tell she was holding back from what she was going to say, so you let out a sigh, “Whatever you’re holding back, just get it out,” 

“That was stupid of you,” she said sternly, reminding you of your very last conversation before you met her again, “You almost died again! And I had to be there to witness it again!”

“I saved a family’s life today,” you told her, your voice dry, but just as stern. 

“But at what cost? Risking your own?!” she exclaimed and you pinched the bridge of your nose, putting your head down, “It was stupid!”

“Can you stop saying that?! It was brave and heroic! Why can’t you just be accepting about it like everyone else?!” you yelled back.

“There it is again! With your heroic bullshit!” she threw her hands up in frustration, walking closer to your bed, “What’s the big deal about it?” 

“I need to be remembered! I need to have my name in books and you know sacrificing yourself and saving as many people as possible gets you there! My family’s legacy is shot, I need to make a legacy of mine and if this is the way to do it then so be it! I need to be a hero, so I can be loved since my parents never did!” you finally exploded, telling her all the reasons why you are the way you are.

“You don’t need to sacrifice yourself to be loved!” she argued.

You scoffed, “Well, apparently I do since the only time you’ve seemed to want to talk to me since I’ve joined the team is when I’m recovering from almost dying. I don’t understand why you’re so angry at me right now, you broke up with me. You left me to recover from the bomb on my own! So tell me, why do you even care?!” 

“Because I’m still in love with you!” she finally screamed and your eyes softened.

“You don’t need to sacrifice yourself to be a hero or loved because in my eyes you’re already a hero. I care because the thought of living the rest of my life without you kills me. Living my life without you the last few years was the time I felt numb. Then you came back and I wanted to give us a shot again, but I was scared,” she whispered.

“Scared about what?” you asked.

“You were still as reckless as ever. You are still so obsessed with getting your name in the history books that you don’t care who you hurt in the process. I was scared that if I got too attached that one day you’d just die,” she told you, “At least with breaking up with you, I knew you were still alive and I didn’t lose you forever,”

There was a moment of silence before she spoke up again, “You don’t understand that you risking your life out like that hurts the people who love and care about. You don’t need to have millions of people know your name, all you need are the ones who matter most to you and you don’t understand that. I love how protective and heroic you are, but I hate it more. The hate overcomes the love,” 

You reached your hand out for her to come closer. You intertwined your fingers together before placing a kiss to the top of her hand. She had tears threatening to pour down her face.

You brushed a strand of her blonde hair from behind her ear before you cupped her cheeks softly, “I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I didn’t know how badly my acts affected you. I wish that we talked about this when I was still stationed, maybe I could’ve knocked some sense into myself and we’d still be together,”

“But I’d really like a second chance JJ,” you whispered shyly, the fear of rejection overtaking your promise, “I’ll make that promise I should’ve made ages ago. Be less reckless, be a hero in smaller less dramatic ways. But I also understand if you don’t, I know I’m fucked in the head,” 

JJ leaned her forehead on top of yours before kissing you softly, “One more chance,” she whispered, “No more bombs, or gunmen, or fires,”

You kissed her once more, “I just hope I can be the hero that you deserve, the right kind of hero,” 

“There’s no doubt in my mind that you won’t be,” 

[spunsugarmusings]

“35MM: A Musical Exhibition” Starter Sentences (Part 2)

Part 2 of sentence starters from the musical 35MM: A Musical Exhibition. Change pronouns as necessary! TW for mentions of violence, murder, abuse, religion, and dying.

Leave Luanne

"Her arm's done broke, hung limp like yolk."

"Why don't you march out that door?"

"Ever since he got him laid off, his sanity just made off."

"He was never nice, but now he's cruel."

"If you walk out that door, his truck will be gunning for you."

"You got heart where you should've had brains."

"Someone's howling, screams like sighing with battered breath."

"Months of such conditions turn laymen to logicians."

"You got a life left to live, in a house hanging off the golden coast."

"You won't forget nor forgive."

"She drowned herself in the swamp in wild despair."

"He thinks he used to love her."

"Hell sent you back here for more, cause ain't no one ever loved you!"

"I'm here to settle a score."

"Praise be, amen!"

Mama Let Me In

"Mama, let me in!"

"Why do you hate me and call me a sin?"

"Don't shut me out!"

"Don't you hear me bang and shout?"

"Blessed be the baby who cries in the night."

Why Must We Tell Them Why

"Why must we tell them why?"

"Some require an explanation for why we make the things we make."

"Why excuse each deviation?"

"Think, and you'll miss it."

"Let's defy their forms and fixtures, not playing by their rules of thumb."

"Make something dumb; make them see where we're coming from."

"Who's to say what it ought to be?

Twisted Teeth

"I met my mister as I night-walked in the park."

"Love those twisted teeth."

"But I bet you're gentle."

"All of our friends say we look nearly like twins."

"Fill me up with your love."

"He fits in my family like I fit in his coven."

"They come into our bed, but they never escape."

"We suck them all dry."

"He's my mister forever, I'm forever his wife."

"Ain't no doors get locked, ain't no secrets get hid."

"I'd die for my mister."

"In truth, die I did."

Hemming and Hawing

"She wouldn't pull away like you did today."

"She wouldn't pitch a fit, wouldn't bitch a bit when I leave her alone with my friends."

"You're so not perfect, let me count the ways."

"I'm gonna leave you one of these days."

"Am I getting bored? I just wanna be adored?"

"Is it you? Is it me? Is it us?"

"I used to plan us out, used to have no doubt."

"We'd be married and happy for life!"

"We used to be perfect in so many ways."

"I don't wanna leave you, don't wanna lose you."

"Bring us back to our better days."

"I want the plans we were drawing to come true."

"I hate you, heart."

Cut You A Piece

"So of course they fell in love."

"Looking back, it was the right thing to say."

"I cut you a piece of me."

"Where you go I will go, too."

"I am now a part of you."

"His life was scattered, and soon was her ash."

"I lost my life when I lost you."

"When you love someone so much, to lose them is to never recover."

"You've given a part of your being to them, and when they go you can never have it back."

"Warming your hand in mine fills me with terror, that I will lose you today, or tomorrow, in two years, or seventy."

"When even the earth has numbered days, I can give you just one thing that stays."

"Cut me a piece of you."

"From now on, I'm half a soul."

"Without you, I can't be whole."

"Where you go, that's where I'll be."

"Oh, you are the start of me."

The Ballad of Sara Berry

"Down on your knees before the queen!"

"That girl had everything, 'til hiccup and hitch."

"Life is a prom."

"I know you won't disappoint me and mom."

"You thirst for blood from the roses in hand."

"She tossed her squad, her clique, her boyfriend behind."

"Her BFF's declared her socially dead."

"Why be so calm?"

"There's just no future for a princess at prom!"

"You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance, as they crown you queen of High School Land!"

"There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got!"

"You got their blood on the roses in hand."

"At least in your head, you're queen of High School Land."

"Oh, pity the dead."

Finale

"Time stops by a photograph."

"It's not right, it's not wrong."

"It's what's inside."

"Hold!"

[ba-katsuki]

Can You Keep a Secret?

Can You Keep a Secret?

Collaboration with @httptamaki​

Bakugou x Female!Reader

Synopsis: Bakugou and you have been dating each other for months now, unknown to your friends and classmates. Both of you were new to this whole relationship thing and decided to keep things lowkey at the start. However, as time goes on, the teasing intensifies and with Bakugou's competitive nature, it soon turned into a game. Who can keep a secret, and who is going to expose it all?

a/n – I wrote this in one seating at 3 in the morning so if some parts don't make much sense, I am terribly sorry.

Warnings: 18+ (minors DO NOT interact, NSFW), slight footjob, dirty talk, minor degradation, slight choking, sloppy blowjob, swallowing/cum eating, risky public sex, creampie, unprotected sex

*while the story takes place in school still, i wrote it with 18+ year old/final year Bakugou in mind!!!

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With shaking hands, you shove the spoon of rice into your mouth and chewed, praying that the people surrounding you, your close friends and classmates, did not catch the look of ecstasy that momentarily passed your face. The handsome ash-blonde opposite you flash you a cocky grin with a mischievous glint in his eye, as he pressed his sock-clad foot deeper between your thighs. His big toe rubbed harsh circles on your sensitive clit, your arousal staining your panties and his socks. Bakugou jerked his leg under the table, pretending to be shifting in his seat, his big toe pushing into your entrance suddenly. You let out a surprised squeak as your toe curl. Suddenly aware of the curious eyes on you, you let out a series of coughs and pat aggressively at your chest, pretending to have accidentally choked on your food.

"I think… the rice… went down the…wrong hole…" you said between coughs as you reach for your iced drink, hoping your friends bought the act and that the coldness of the drink was cool down the heat in your face.

"jeez y/n slow down! There's still 15 minutes of lunch left to go," Mina laughs at you as she reaches over to pat your back.

"thank god." You muttered under your breath as you took another gulp of your drink. You sent a glare towards your annoying boyfriend opposite you, whose foot is still on your clothed pussy, by the way, shamelessly rubbing against you. He returns your glare with a smug look, leaning back into the seat and resting his right arm on the chair, which just annoys you even further. You couldn't remember that last time you had a peaceful lunch with Bakugou around these past few weeks. He was always teasing you under the table, whether with his hands or his leg. You had been able to hold in it with relatively minimal problem the previous times but for some reason, he was especially aggressive and pushy today. Literally.

You and Bakugou have been dating for a couple of months now, which honestly comes as a surprise to you. If someone had told you that you and Bakugou would become a couple when you first started thirsting and crushing on him, you have laughed in their face. I mean, just look at him. He was so utterly committed to becoming the number 1 pro hero that you didn't think he would indulge himself in something so trivial like a relationship. And he didn't help that he was calling you a dumbass or an extra or some other mean names every five seconds. So you settled for a one-sided crush. It was going well, quietly crushing on him from the sidelines, until one heated argument. You knew Bakugou was a massive tsundere, always saying brash and demeaning things even if he doesn't mean it, but that day you were just out of it. You were falling behind the class, training went terrible for you and you were exhausted and so beaten. Bakugou saw you training alone in the woods and decides to approach you with his loud mouth. You snapped and Bakugou, not backing down from the argument, argued back. Amid the argument, an argument which you honestly can't even remember that well down because of what happened next, you blurted out your feelings for him. It took him aback and you were expecting him to ridicule you or reject you harshly, something you cannot handle then and so you walked away. What you didn't expect was for Bakugou to grab you and smashed his lips onto yours.

That marked the very dramatic and surprising start of your relationship. Both you and Bakugou were very new to this whole dating thing and with Bakugou's pride, you guys decided to keep things lowkey and not let other people know about the relationship. Bakugou would "rather die than have raccoon eyes and dunce face be all up in his face", you quote.

From secret hand-holding between classes and the late-night cuddling sessions at either one of your rooms, the whole lowkey relationship was going amazing. Both of you enjoyed the adrenaline that came with keeping your relationship a secret and sneaking moments of affection and intimacy in front of your friends. Your relationship progressed fast and soon, both of you had passed all imaginary bases. You were so happy in the relationship, even with all the hiding and secrecy. But then…Bakugou decides to take it a step further. Hand holding between classes became ass grabbing. He would slip his hand under your skirt whenever the opportunity arises and grab smack your plump ass or grab that. He would corner you in the locker room and make out with you, grinding his bulge against you or tease your pussy during lunch. He was obviously winding you up, challenging you, trying to see if you will be the one to expose the relationship. Being less competitive, you did not immediately take on his challenge and even after you did, you seldom retaliate.

But, today is a different story.

You've had enough of his teasing and you pushed his leg away with your hands. He raised an eyebrow at you as he set his foot back onto his shoe. He brings his drink up to his lips as he takes a sip, his eyes watching you from behind the cup like a hawk, his mind plotting your punishment. You pulled your chair towards the table and slipped the shoe off your right foot. Leaning forward like he did, you reach your right leg forward towards Bakugou and pressed the length of your foot against his crotch. His eyes widen, obviously not expecting you to return the teasing, and he almost spits his drink out. Oh, how you would love to see him actually spit out his drink all flustered, losing his composure in front of the squad but he held himself back with his insane reflexes. He was already semi-hard from teasing you. You curled your toes around the shape of his dick and dragged your foot down his length slowly, feeling his dick harden against your toes and the way he lids closed slightly. You pressed your foot harder into him as you reach the base of his length, where his balls are probably full of lust and cum. You rubbed circles with your big toes against his balls, where you knew he was extremely sensitive especially when he is hard and turned on, and you watch as he breathed in sharply through his nose, letting out a soft hiss that was easy to miss if you weren't paying attention. You dragged your feet up his length again, this time much faster, and then back down. You've never given him a footjob before but damn, this is hot, and you pressed your thighs together, trying to create some friction.

You almost, ALMOST, forgot about your surroundings until you heard the bell ring and your friends around you move. You drop your feet almost immediately and sat up, alarmed. You glance in the direction of your friends. Kirishima and Denki were still engaged in conversation as they got up from their seats with their trays in hand and Sero was laughing at something Mina said. You let out a breath of relief.

"Are you okay, y/n?" Mina questions when she saw that you were still frozen in your seat. "Lunch break is over and we better leave. Don't wanna be late for sparring class next," she shudders as she remembers the glare Aizawa sensei gave her the last time she was late.

"oh..right…sorry I was uhm…" you stuttered as you pushed your chair out and grab your tray. Bakugou had already walked away, a little funny you noticed, probably due to the huge boner he has in his pants. You would have laughed but the adrenaline you felt was numbing you.

"Are you fantasizing about some anime boy again, y/n?" Mina laughs as she jokingly slaps your back. "How are you gonna find a real-life boyfriend like that?"

You laughed. The truth cannot be further away. If only she knew what was going on under the table between you and Bakugou, your boyfriend.

As you walk to the locker rooms with the Bakusquad, engaging in light conversations with Mina, you refuse you even glance in the direction of Bakugou. You could feel his intense glare at the side of your head and the tension emitting from him. He excused himself to the bathroom halfway through and you felt your shoulders dropped unconsciously. The sexual tension between you two was insane and it's a wonder how the squad haven't sensed anything yet. Not having your boyfriend staring intensely at you was a relief but at the same time, just the thought of him jerking himself off in the bathroom makes your core clench.

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You praised the lord as you packed up your hero costume in the locker room, changing into a normal t-shirt and comfortable shorts. Sparring class went on smoothly and you were not paired with Bakugou a single time. You don't know how you would have handled sparring with him after that whole lunch situation. You grabbed your towel and walked out of the quiet locker room. The girls had already left, and so had the boys. You decided to stay behind to do some additional solo quirk training in the gym and you were extremely thankful that Bakugou had been dragged away by Kirishima for some sparring. Bakugou reappeared in class in his hero costume, a tad later than the rest of class, but still on time nonetheless. The moment he walked in, his eyes latched onto you. You were in a conversation with Kirishima and Denki, and Bakugou did not seem happy about that as his eyebrows lowered and tensed up, his lips curled inward into a scowl. Bakugou was fine with you hanging out with them, they were as much your friends as they are his (even if he always tries to deny it), but he did have a possessive streak in him. Especially when he has been all riled up like that. You thought he was going to burn holes into your head with his intense stare but thankfully, Midoriya approached him and he proceeded to yell his head off at him.

Gosh, you are going to be in so much trouble tonight. This is why you rarely retaliate. Bakugou is an immense sore loser and extremely competitive, and he would always return the favour in double fold.

The gym lights were already dimmed by the time you walked out of the locker room. You ponder about ways to appease Bakugou later tonight, hoping he will not torture and tease you too much. Your thoughts were cut short when a hand reached out and grabbed your wrist, spinning you around and pinning you to the cold and hard gym wall. Your items clatter to the ground, the noise echoing in the vast empty gym. A large muscular thigh parted your legs and pressed up against your core as another hand grabbed hold of your throat and squeezed.

"Aren't you getting bold, babygirl?" he growls, his warm breath hitting your cheeks.

"Katsuki…" you gasped as he gave your throat another squeeze.

"That was hella difficult to take care of ya know," he spat angrily as he grinds the top of his knees harshly you. You can feel the wetness growing between your thighs and your legs were turning into jelly. He pulls your head towards him and captured your bottom lip in a harsh bite. You moaned at his assault.

"You…you started it…uhhh," you moaned as he pushed his thigh up higher into you, his forehead pressed against yours, "…started it first…uhhh…'tsuki."

The corner of his lips quirks up into a threatening smirk. His hand frees your wrist and moves to grab your leg, lifting it from the ground and hooking it around it waist. His hand trails from your calf to your thigh slowly, raking his short fingernails along your skin. The hand around your throat squeezed harder, pressing you harder into the wall. You gasped for air, your eyes rolling back in pleasure and your hands fisting tightly in his black tank top.

"You were the one that didn't stop me babygirl," his lips brushing against yours as he speaks. He relaxes his hand from your throat and grabs your chin instead, pulling your head towards him as he envelops your lips in a deep kiss. His lips move passionately against yours, full of lust, as his knee continues its assault. Your leg was losing strength as you start to slide down the smooth wall. Removing his hands from your chin, he moves to lift your other leg from the ground to his waist. You hook your legs around him, pulling him closer to you with your lips moving frantically against his. He lifts your body from under your thighs, his fingers digging into your soft flesh.

"Katsuki…" you whisper between kisses.

"You feel so good baby," Bakugou murmurs, gripping the flesh of your thighs tighter.

Another moan erupts from your lips and Bakugou wastes no time in slipping his tongue into you. Your tongues swirl together, Bakugou's tongue dominating yours. He rakes his fingers down the curve of your thighs to your ass, slipping under your shorts and palming your cheeks.

"Fuck babygirl," he groans between kisses, "your ass feels so good."

"Katsuki please" you begged, pressing yourself against his huge bulge and grinding desperately. Your pussy is overflowing with arousal, soaking through your panties and shorts, and you ache for any form of friction against that sensitive bud.

"Nuh uh baby," Bakugou teases as he takes a small step back, leaving a gap between the two of you, "you don't get to cum so easily after what you did to me just now."

You whine, trying to push his lower body forwards with your legs.

Bakugou leans his torso forwards and whispered next to your ear, "You'll have to earn it baby."

He forcefully tugs your body towards his, lifting you away from the wall, and starts walking to the male locker room. His lips latch onto the sweet spot just between your earlobe, leaving a red blotchy hickey. He licks along your jawline as you tilt your head back in pleasure. Your hands snake up to the back of his head, grasping his ash blonde hair between your fingers, maneuvering his head towards your throat. He obliged, leaving open mouthed kisses all over your neck as he sets you down on the metal bench, the coldness stinging your thighs.

Bakugou unwraps himself from you and stood up straight, towering over you. You looked up at him all dazed, mouth slightly open, your lips glistening with saliva. You leaned back on the bench, your elbows supporting your weight as you instinctively spread your legs apart.

But, to your dismay, Bakugou did not move to touch you or appreciate your arousal like he normally would. All he did was palm his bulge, looking down at you with a cocky mischievous smirk plastered on his face.

"Strip for me y/n," he commands, his voice low and husky with lust.

You gulped. Shaking, your hands reach for the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head slowly. You then reach for your shorts, bending down to pull them off.

"And look at me while you do it."

You tilt your head up, your eyes meeting his vermillion ones. Heat creeps up your cheek as you drop your short on the floor. Sure, you've been intimate with Bakugou many times and he has seen you naked before. But you've never stripped for him this way, no. Much less in a public place like this.

You unhook your bra and slides it off your shoulders. Your nipples harden as the cold air touches your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. Bakugou glanced down at your pebbled nipples and shameless licked his lips. Your hand subconsciously moves to grab your breast, appreciating the warmth of your hand but it only lasted a second as Bakugou rips your hand away.

"You're not done babygirl," he sneers, "and I don't remember saying you can touch yourself."

You bite your lips to keep the whimper from escaping, knowing that will only egg him on even more. You lift your hips and slides your soaked panties down your legs and steps out of it. You sat back down on the bench as you watch Bakugou take in every inch of your exposed skin, appreciating every curve and roll on your body.

"Open up y/n. Let me see that sweet pussy."

You parted your thighs, the inner flesh glistening with your juices and your pussy clenched at the coldness.

"So wet babygirl," Bakugou hums as he licks his lips once more, "can't wait to get fucked huh?"

You nod and parted your legs even further, hoping Bakugou will take it as an invitation to, finally, touch and please you. But he didn't, again.

"Get on your knees babygirl," he commands as he tugs his sweatpants and let them fall to the ground. His cock was pressing against the tight fabric of his boxers and you could spot the delicious thick vein that ran along his shaft.

You kneeled obediently in front of him, mouth watering with anticipation at the sight of his hard cock, as you look at him through your eyelashes. He steps towards you, his cock pressed against your face. You felt wetness on your nose bridge as you inhaled the slightly musky scent of his precum.

You palmed his cock, rubbing him through his boxers. You stretch out your tongue and pressed it to the wet spot on his boxers, tasting his precum, before bringing the fabric into your mouth and sucked it.

You played with the hem of your boxers, a cheeky grin on your face, and pulled, releasing Bakugou from his boxers. His cock sprang free and hits you on your face. Gosh, he was so big. His cock was almost the length of your face, with a good girth. This man really was blessed with everything. You wrap your hands around the base of his shaft and pumped gently. You swirl your tongue around his flushed tip, lapping at the precum that continues to ooze out of him.

"Don't tease me," he groans and fists his large hands into your hair. He pushes your head forward harshly, forcing his aching cock between your lips and into your warm wet mouth. Taken aback, you lost your balance and fell forward slightly. The tip of his cock pressed into the back of your throat as you gag around him. Your hands found stability on his muscled thighs as you dug your fingernails into them. He jerks his hips forward rapidly, fucking your face as saliva dribbles down your chin and your eyes watering.

"Fuck your mouth feels so good y/n. Fuckkk…look at you taking my cock so good. You're such a slut for my cock aren't you?"

You could only hum in response with your mouth stuffed full of his throbbing cock, pounding into you at a crazy pace. His balls slap your chin with each thrust, sending saliva dripping down your neck and chest, creating a wet and sticky mess.

"Fuckkkkkk y/n I'm gonna cum soon," Bakugou moans as he proceeds to push your head further down his cock, thrusting faster into your mouth. You reach out to squeeze his balls and fondle with them, sending a deep and loud groan echoing in the room.

"FUCKKKK," he heaves as hot thick spurts of cum coats your throat and mouth. He holds your head there for a moment as he empties his load into you, before slowly pulling out his cock, making sure his tip hits your nose.

"Don't swallow yet," Bakugou warns as he leans down and grabs your chin roughly, forcing your mouth open. He admires the mess he made, the white cum pooling at the back of your mouth, your eyes red and watery and decollete area wet with saliva. With a satisfied smirk, loosen his grip on your chin, and asked you to swallow.

You gulp his cum down, making sure to look him dead in the eye as you do so, knowing it turns him on. Despite the cold air, your body was covered in sweat and your pussy was hot and throbbing excruciatingly.

"Please Katsuki please."

"What do you want, babygirl?" He pools the saliva on your decollete into his palm and wraps it around his semi-hard cock, pumping it right in front of you, knowing EXACTLY what you want.

"Fuck me Katsuki please," you beg as you press your thighs tightly together, trying to ease the throb, "I want you in my pussy Katsuki please."

"Get your ass on the bench then."

You waste no time in climbing onto the bench, leaning backwards with your elbows supporting your weight and spreading your legs apart as part as you could. The cold air against the heat of your pussy sends a chill down your spine as you let out a soft moan.

Bakugou lifts your legs off the ground from your calf and rests them on his broad shoulders. He bent his knees, positioning his now hard cock at your throbbing entrance. He teases your clit with his tip before slapping his shaft on your pussy.

"Ready for me cock baby?"

"Uh huh," you nod eagerly.

In one smooth thrust, he enters you and fills you up completely. The sudden fullness wrecks a gasp out between your lips as your head tilts back in ecstasy. You have been waiting for this moment ever since he was teased you during lunch break.

"Fuckkkkkk," Bakugou draws out as he enters you, feeling your muscles clench around him.

He gives you a moment to adjust to his size before pounding into that pussy of yours. Your elbows gave out as your back hits the cold metal bench. The metal bench creaks under all that movement as Bakugou fucks you mercilessly, letting out all the frustration he felt from earlier.

"You feel so fucking good around my cock baby," he praises as he stops and adjusts himself, causing you to whine at the sudden halt. But before you could even fully, he is thrusting in again. This time, his tip hits against your sensitive g-spot with each movement.

"Holy shit Katsuki! Fuck! Ahhh right there baby right there fuck it feels so good."

Placing his hands firm on either side of you, he pushes you into a mating press, pounding into you and pleasuring your g-spot with each thrust. You wrap your hands around his neck and brings him in for a heated kiss, moaning shamelessly into his mouth.

"Fuck Katsuki I'm gonna…"

"Hey is this y/n's bag?" a familiar voice question from outside the locker room.

Both you and Bakugou went immediately still as panic looms over you.

"I think so but what is it doing here?" Kirishima replies as their footstep echoes in the locker room.

"Don't know maybe she just forgot," Denki says, "like how I always forget my shit too."

The footsteps got closer and with his fast reflexes, Bakugou grabs you and shoves you into one of the lockers. Thankfully, he did not make that much of a sound but it was no ninja stealth either and you pray under your breath that Kirishima and Denki won't linger and potentially catch you guys in this compromising position.

"Wait," Kaminari stops in his tracks, obviously spooked by the subtle noise you guys made, "did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"I swear I heard one of the locker doors close."

"Ohhh there's no one in here," Kirishima reassure with a yawn, "now hurry and found your bottle. I am so exhausted."

Their voices seem to linger at the entrance of the locker room and you let out a tiny sigh of relief. But this relief was short-lived when Bakugou slides his cock into you.

You let out a gasp and your hands flew to your mouth immediately. You turned your head and glared at Bakugou, sending him a warning through your eyes. Bakugou, being the jerk he is, of course, just gives you a cocky smirk, barely visible in the dim lighting and presses his chest along the length of your back. Grabbing your hips, he starts to thrust into you from behind, careful not to hit any of the metal walls.

The chatter between Kirishima and Kaminari continues but you can barely process what they were saying. Your mind was blank with pleasure as Bakugou reaches down with one of his hands and rubs your clit. A moan escapes from your lips and you bit down on your lips, Bakugou squeezing the plump flesh on your hips as a warning.

"Woah Kirishima please tell me you heard that?"

You didn't hear Kirishima's response as you felt a warm breath tickle your ear.

"Better keep that cute little voice of yours down or Shitty hair and Dunce Face are gonna find out what a slut you are," he whispers harshly into your ear.

You clamp down on your fingers, trying to mute your whines and moans as much as possible, as Bakugou increases his pace. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, muting his groans as your walls clench tightly around his cock. He pinches your clit and you let a squeak at the pain and pleasure.

For someone who just told you to be quiet, he is trying awfully hard to make you lose control. You covered your mouth with your hands, mortified that you let that sound out as Bakugou growls teasingly at you.

"Uhhhh…I think we better leave now Kirishima…" Kaminari stutters, "I found… uhhh… I found my bottle." "Yeah…let's uhm let's go."

To your utter relief, the boys left the locker room in a hurry and you finally let out the sounds of pleasure you have been painstakingly trying to hold back. The moment their footsteps could not be heard, Bakugou slams the locker door open and walks you out, his cock still buried deep in your cunt. Your legs could barely move and support and weight, and you fell forward onto the bench, hands gripping the metal hard.

"F-Fuck Katsuki!"

"Such a little slut huh? Can't even keep your little mouth shut in there. You wanted those extras to know how hard I'm fucking you, didn't you? You little slut fuckkkkk you are tight baby you feel so good…"

Placing his hand flat on the square of your back, he pushes you down as you both land on your knees, your torso flat against the metal bench. Your hard nipples rub against the cold metal, sending another wave of pleasure through your body as the coil in your pelvis tightens. Coupled with Bakugou's fingers rubbing your swollen clit and his thick cock practically bruising your g-spot, your climax was hitting you hard and fast.

"Fuckkkk 'tsuki I'm gonna ahh fuck…Katuski I'm gonna cummm."

"Fuck I feel it babygirl. You are clenching me so fucking hard shit," he cusses as he grips the soft flesh of your ass cheek with one hand, "gonna cum baby?"

"uh huhhh," you nod weakly, your mind blank with pleasure.

He leans forward, pressing his front along the curve of your back and pounds into you from behind.

"Fuck I'm close to baby."

"C-cum inside me Katsuki please."

"Fuck you want my cum inside you y/n? yeah? Fuckkk I'm cumming baby!"

With a few final thrust, the tension inside you releases. Your legs were shaking from stimulation, toes curling and back arching from your climax. Your pussy clenches tight around Bakugou's cock as he cums inside you, his thick cum filling up your cunt.

Slowly catching his breath, he slowly pulls his cock out of you and you feel his cum drips down your clit, overflowing.

"Fuck y/n," he draws out, "your pussy looks so good all stuffed with my cum."

He spreads your lips apart, admiring his handiwork as his cum, mixed with yours, continues to spill out of you. He dips his finger into your pussy, pushing out more cum, coating his finger in the mess created. He swipes up the trail of cum dripping down your clit with his finger and approaches you.

"Don't let it go to waste now babygirl."

Still catching your breath against the metal bench, he pushes his wet sticky finger into your mouth. You wrap your lips around him and suck eagerly, tasting the muskiness. When you are done, you release his finger with a pop and looked up at his satisfied face. He pulls you up towards him as he sits down, cradling your tired sweaty body in his.

"That felt so good babe," he compliments as he presses a tender kiss to your lips and brushing your hair out of your face, "come on let's get you cleaned up."

He carries you into the shower, washing away all the sweat and stickiness from your body and caresses you gently, making up for all that teasing and hard fucking and mean words. Gosh, he is secretly such a softie and you love him for it.

~~~~

After collecting all your stray clothing and getting dress, Bakugou and you walked back to your rooms together. His softness is gone as he makes fun of the way you are walking, obviously sore from all that fucking you did earlier. You glare at him and pouts, muttering under your breath that it was totally his fault which earned you a little chuckle.

As you entered the TV area, you found Kirishima and Kaminari sitting there, deep in conversation. Heat rushes to your cheeks, as you thought about how close the two of you were to being caught by them. You quickened your steps and walked towards your room, not even bothering to acknowledge them or say goodbye to Bakugou, but you were stopped in your tracks by the redhead's question.

"So…Bakugou and Y/n…" he runs his hands through his flattened hair, a sheepish look on his face as Kaminari elbows him to continue, "how long have the two of you been…you know…together?"

"W-what are you talking about Kirishima? Me and Bakugou are not-"

"We saw your belongings outside the boys' locker room and uhm we saw your clothes uhm on the floor and uhm you guys weren't exactly being quiet in there…"

"yeah especially after you thought we couldn't hear you no more," Kaminari adds under his breath, causing your face to heat up even more. You were sure you looked like a cartoon tomato right now.

"so…if you guys aren't dating then…?"

With a huff, Bakugou walks towards you and grabs your fidgeting hands, "Fine. Me and y/n are dating and we were totally fucking in the locker room and if you two shitty extras even think about muttering a word about this to others, I will blast you to the fucking space ya hear me?!"

He didn't even bother waiting for their replies before dragging you to his room and slamming the door shut.

Your secret is out. Not to the whole class but out nonetheless. You stood there, a little shocked from that confession with too much information, as you watch Bakugou nonchalantly strip out of his clothes and into his sleepwear.

"Katsuki!" you shriek as you slap him on his arm.

"What?!"

"I thought it was supposed to be a secret?! AND YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO STRAIGHT UP TELL THEM WE WERE FUCKING IN THE LOCKER ROOM oh my gosh I'm gonna die of embarrassment! How am I supposed to face them tomorrow?!"

"Stop being so dramatic," he pinches your cheeks and walks to his bed, "There's no point trying to deny or hide it from them anyways. Besides, it's not like the whole class knows."

He lies down and makes himself comfortable before looking at you, a glint in his eyes and a smirk on his face, "so our game can still continue baby, don't worry."

He pats the empty spot beside him, asking you to join. You rolled your eyes. "That's not what I'm worried about," you said as you tuck yourself into him. "In fact, I would like the game to very much end here."

"Nahh not happening babygirl."

Silence fills the room as both of you starts drifting off to sleep, minds tired and muscles exhausted. You felt your eyes get heavy until a question pops into your mind,

"Katsuki?"

"Hmmm?"

"Does that make you the loser since you exposed our secret?"