#would there just be two of you in one timeline?

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pixie dust - joaquin torres des. joaquin is your back seater; partner; friend; maybe lover? yes, lover. air force! reader notes. this is fluffy story about our pretty boy! major ca:bravenewworld spoilers! sam and bucky being older brother vibes, brief mention of injuries, just fluff, teasing, and funny moments falling for our falcon. also inaccurate bnw timeline!!

hi! this is supposed to be a crack fic but i can't help but more background; the roles i used for the characters are from top gun (yes, that's what i referenced) this is essentially you selling joaquin's suit after what happened during the brave new world --- he is so fun! (i <3 u danny ramirez)

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Joaquin Torres, is a man with many words and has a lot of dreams. Being part of the Air Force, being a Falcon, being part of Avengers, and being useful to everyone — especially, you. Torres met you upon being part of the Air Force, he was your backseater and your second eyes. Essentially, he would show you respect, but it doubled when you introduced him to Sam Wilson. The thing is you knew Sam, hell, you knew the Avengers; therefore in Joaquin’s doctrine, you’re also an Avenger. That’s why he needs to be useful to you and to impress you.

He knew you were strict, you commanded the air with such power and control, so, he was more than thankful that you introduced him to Sam because that simply means you trusted him but nothing prepared him upon seeing you outside of air force uniform, how casual you talk and tease Sam and Bucky, nothing prepared him for it.

While a lot of cadets hoped to have a good shot with you, you were teasing Bucky like there’s no tomorrow, you’re textpals with the hawkeye, and Sam is simply not Captain America to you, to you, he’s just Sam. It surprised him—especially, the time where you laughed at his joke while Sam was discussing a mission about the flag smashers or the time where Bucky jumped out of the place to help Sam chase flag smashers causing him to crash.

“I bet your ass, Bucky would’ve been dead if it wasn’t for the serum.” You rolled your eyes in chuckle as you two saw Bucky screaming as he fell down the plane and Red Wing following him. “Loosen up, Torres. I’m not in a position to say something in order. You’re an equal, during this time, and by the way, your shoelace is untied.”

For a man with many words, he lost some that time. 

Honestly, being the Falcon is a lot harder than he expected to be, he asked Sam and he asked the internet how to fill the step the Sam’s falcon left — so, when Sam trained him, he can’t help but burn himself to be the best version; for someone, who commanded respect and build position as front seat, you were there to support your back seater. 

“Torres, take a break. No Falcon can have a flight with shit energy.” As much as he doesn’t want to admit it, he likes your company—no, he likes you. His front seater, the pilot, and the Avenger* (he considers that you are one) in no defense or complaint he did take a break, as you gave him your assessment, he just stared at you and nodded absentmindedly.

He wanted to be yours and for someone who dreamt of becoming useful to everyone—his priority was you. He wanted to be seen, acknowledged by you. After two years of training to become the Falcon, he finally did—he hopes the Red Hulk issue would be the break he has and he will ask you out after him and Sam figure it out.

So, here you are now with him in Captain America’s base as you stitch the wound that Sam had gotten after his brief encounter with the sidewinder. As Sam shares his plan, Joaquin is already packing his stuff and ready to back him up. You didn't like that: not because you don’t trust the two capabilities but because you’re not gonna be able to help this time, due to the fact that you’re with Bucky’s campaign. So, when Sam got the stitches he needed, he packed as you talked to Torres.

“Hey, Torres.” He looked up at you. “Yeah?”

“You gonna back him up? You sure? Isaiah barely trained you, you sure you can han—”

“Okay, I know you said I’m barely getting used to the suit but Sam needs me, don’t worry too much, you should worry about your congressman, I saw his pictures, he looks stressed.” He yaps but he stopped when he saw the worry in your eyes. 

Here’s the thing, you know Torres likes you and you hoped that he knows that you feel the same way too, yet neither the two of you do something about it—for another, Torres saw you as his superior that he needs to prove something while you, on the other hand, don’t want to push Torres fast, wait for him to figure it out. But in moments like this, a conversation should be present some other time.

“What? You’re really that worried?” He asked softly.

“If I say yes would you still leave?” 

“...Depends.” You sighed at his response, you can’t blame him—he wants to prove Sam that he is ready, he wants to prove to you he can protect you too. That despite him being a back seater in a jet—he’s all front to you now. But all you replied: “You do know, Sam had faced this shit before and you don’t have the super serum like Walker or Bucky…”

Neither of you don’t confirm or deny the feelings you two have but moments like this, the verbal and nonverbal cues you two have—is something so bright and noticeable.

“I’ll come back. Okay?” There he said it—an assurance that he will come back, he will be okay, he will be fine; in that moment, you just nodded. “You better. It’s gonna suck if Lucas gonna replace you as my backseater.” No, it’s more like please be safe and come back, I want you back and no one else. It’s unnoticed but you both knew it. It’s more than the partners in jet, yes, it’s definitely more than that.

Bucky is taking a break upon shaking hands with people whom he will never remember their names, sooner or later—but nothing prepared him seeing you all panicked as you told him the situation that Sam and Torres faced. He knows something is up with you and Torres so, he knew he had to check on Sam too.

“Hey, we’re gonna check on them.” He simply offered a little comfort as you two entered the car. You just nodded as you recalled the news and information you received about what happened. “You can stay. Don’t worry about the campaign. I’ll call if I need something.”

“Buck, you barely call Sam.”

“....No, trust me. I’ll call if I need something.” He smiled awkwardly.

As you two enter the private room, Sam and Bucky share a hug and include you; after their little talk, you were left behind. “I’m sorry I couldn’t keep your boy safe.” You had chuckled at Sam’s words. 

“Well, if you didn’t. He wouldn’t be here, Cap.” Sam smiled and nodded as you two watched Joaquin get operated on. “You’re listening too much to Bucky's PR Team.” He added, as you scoff in laughter. “It’s kinda useful.”

After two weeks of Sam solving the Red Hulk case, you sit on the sofa of Captain America’s headquarters as you scroll the news release about Sam’s success and Bucky’s candidacy, as you were about to get water—the hospital called, that he is awake. You, Isaiah, and Sam drove to the hospital, as Isaiah gave flowers, Sam gave him some pep talk then finally, you.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” You both had said at the same time, the moment you entered his room. He had this look on his face where he looks in pain yet sometimes relief while yours is mixed with disappointment and relief. You walked closer to him, as you wanted to tell him a lot of things but all of them got burned as he simply said. “I am okay.”

In that you felt yourself so small, the rank and the stripes you had suddenly slipped away from you. Here, you’re just a person—being vulnerable, he was okay and he was alive. In a brief moment, Joaquin chuckled, as you sat on the chair and held his hand: it was warm.

“Couldn’t let Lucas have my seat behind you.” He said, in that you had chuckled, he’s back—Joaquin is back, he’s okay.

“I thought I lost you.” You had whispered. Joaquin nodded as he held your hand that was on his. “I wouldn’t let that happen, not when I know Lucas is waiting to get a seat behind you, not when I haven’t bought you my favorite empanadas, and not when I haven’t made you my girl and introduce you to my mama.”

The beeping of the machine that supported his recovery remained in silence as he said those words, he shot his chance as you smiled. “Figures.” You shortly replied, as he smiled. “I like you.” You see this happening but in a different setting, like a date, but here you are, he is recovering—admitting he likes you while you can’t help but worry more.

You both chuckle as you bring his hand to your lips as you kiss it. “Well, you better recover fast, take me out on a date to those empanadas you like and maybe introduce me to your mama.” In that Joaquin nodded. “Can we use my suit to carry you to the house? Or the restaurant? I bet we’ll look badass.”

“Yeah, about that.” He glanced at you. “I sold the suit. We need it for the hospital bills.”

“What do you mean?” Of course, you didn’t. You and Sam just agreed he’s not allowed to use it for a while. “Well, you need to recover first, Joaquin.”

“Yeah, but how will we help Sa–”

He was cutted off when you kissed him so, shortly—leaving a stupid smile on his lips and blushing ears. 

“Recover first and maybe if Sam needs some help from you. We can use Pixie Dust instead.” In the stillness of the vicinity of him and you, he had smiled. Finally, something real. 

For almost half a minute he spoke again: “You didn’t actually sell my suit, right?” You laughed. “Of course, I didn’t. Falcon shall rise again.” “You sound like Sam.” “Well, he has an amazing commentary, so, why not.” You two smiled at each other as he smiled—“I’m glad to be back, mi vida.” 

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"A Morning Workout"

{From Ch. 11 of "Cleaning Up the Timeline". After a less-than-peaceful sleepover, you wake up with Zayne and Sylus. Snowcrow is snowcrowing}

Word Count: 3.9k

Tags: Smut, MMF, Zayne x Sylus x You, Threesome, DP, Wear a condom kids, and practice safe-sex practices.

“Can you take the day off? Please?”

Your timid question has him turning back around, “Really? I– I don’t think I can.”

“A sick day? You never take a sick day. Just a day to relax. I think you need it.” You argue. 

“I’m on call. There isn’t anything scheduled but I should go anyway.” Zayne’s arguing with himself more than you at this point. Debating against the part of himself that likes his work, and the part that really likes you. 

If there was an award for best puppeteer in the house, it would go to Sylus. (That is until Rafayel woke up.) You felt Sylus wake up, rising into consciousness and wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you more securely. Sleepily, lazily, he presses kisses to your tummy, then to your sternum, and then to the exposed skin of your chest. Taking his time to drift slowly upwards until your attention is torn between the two men. One who is still debating leaving, and the other baiting the hook to dangle in front of him. 

“We could have a lazy day,” Sylus rumbles against you, and you’re not sure if he’s talking to you or Zayne. “Stay in bed all day.” 

“I have responsibilities.” Zayne stands when he speaks, sounding a little irritated by Sylus’ taunt. 

“Oh, I know.” Sylus is pushing himself onto his elbows and moving to pepper your neck with kisses, unable to resist letting his tongue lap at your skin. “So responsible, Dr. Zayne. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of our kitten while you work. Such good, good care.”

Your breathing is picking up, steamy little pants leaving your lips as Sylus punctuates his words with branding fingers dragging down your sides, hooking into your shorts and panties and taking his time to pull them down your legs. 

“Hear her?” Sylus sounds almost pitiful, “How can anybody leave such a sweet little thing like you? Oh, I could never, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll give you what you need.”

“Sylus.” You gasp as he flattens his hands on your legs and caresses upwards. You can feel your heartbeat get faster the closer his hands get to the mess of slick between your legs. Barely a touch and your sopping, clenching around the mere idea of more. The pound of your heartbeat pulsing in your core, a desperate wanton drum. 

“You’re incorrigible.” Zayne seethes. His tone is icy and disapproving, arms crossed across his chest. But if he meant it he’d be leaving. Turning away to get ready for work and all his responsibilities. But he doesn’t. Zayne doesn’t move a muscle, standing at the edge of the bed like he’s anchored there. “You’d have me quit my job if I let you.”

Sylus’ laugh vibrates the live wire inside you. A pluck against that too-tight harp string of desire. The white-haired man glances over at the other, and he smirks like the devil himself, “Now there’s an idea. What do you think, kitten? Do you think Zayne should quit his job to take care of you?”

You mewl as Sylus drags his fingers up your slit, any words evaporating against the white-hot fever of his touch. You're getting a little dizzy, and feeling a little lost. Sylus begins playing with you slowly, drawing out little breaths of saccharine pleasure in a sleepy, thoughtless way. 

But he’s never thoughtless, never sloppy. You’ll realize later it’s on purpose. The loose swipes of fingers that leave you half-mad. He’s missing on purpose, making you whine in frustration on purpose. Is it because he’s mean? No. It’s because it’s the final straw for your fair, high-strung doctor. 

Zayne moves with scalpel precision, kneeling on the bed and grabbing Sylus’ wrist with an offended huff, “You’re not doing it right.”

Sylus grins like a victor after a fight, all canine. “Am I? Show me then, doc-tor.”

Zayne throws Sylus’ hand aside and gives him a glare, “You move too fast. You can’t just jump into touching her like that. She needs more affection. Watch.”

The dark haired man moves to pull you upright, placing himself between your thighs and holding the sides of your face to bring you to him. He opens his mouth like he might ask for permission, but you're already closing the gap. Pressing your lips to his hungrily. He responds in kind, matching your rhythm. 

Zayne is so measured. So even. Like the soft untouched surface of freshly fallen snow, but it's only a cover. A thin lay of snow and ice revealing dark waters below. You could drown in them, You would drown in them. Get lost in that painful abyss that’s equal parts comfort and consumption. 

You feel loved in his arms. Like you might find forever in his kisses. His hands drift down your body and pull you closer, and you’re taking the initiative to grip at his sleep shirt and tug it upwards. 

He pulls away to let you pull it off him. And you're back to kissing him. Breaking away from him is to be without air, to be without warmth. 

Zayne gasps when you bite at his lip, and he’s pushing his hand into your hair to hold you more firmly. 

When Zayne pulls away, there’s a sinful string of saliva connecting you. The delicate web snapping as he draws you away from him with the hold on your hair. “There. That’s the right way, isn’t it? Tell him, love. Tell him you like it better that way.”

You gasp and nod, “I like– ah–” Zayne doesn’t let you finish because his fingers are between your legs, drawing circles around your clit and down to your fluttering hole. Never lingering too long on the sensitive nub– too much stimulation making your eyes flutter. 

Sylus is behind Zayne, pressing against his back and dragging his lips along the other man’s neck. “So good…Keep going. Show me how good you can make her feel.”

Zayne sits up a little, turning his head to the side and meeting Sylus’ gaze. “It seems like you need the practice, Sy~lus.” 

The way Zayne purrs Sylus’ name makes you clench and roll your hips against Zayne’s hand. It’s a sight that you want to imprint into your mind forever. These two beautiful, massive, dangerous men, turning their attention to you and their eyes shining with lust and affection. 

“Sylus likes to be in charge,” Zayne says to you with a smirk, “Have you ever noticed how much he likes to boss others around?”

You nod, moaning as Zayne presses one of his fingers inside you. He grunts at the resistance, and exhales through his teeth. His glazed eyes dropping down to watch the digit disappear inside you. “So tight, love. Can you even handle another?”

Your head spins with how quickly you nod, “Yes, ngh– Yes, I c-can take it. I can.”

Sylus growls from behind Zayne, “Don’t push her too hard. Don’t–”

“I’m not going to.” Zayne bites back, but pushes another finger inside you. You squeal at the slight stretch and roll your hips down onto him. 

“I want–” Sylus sounds a little breathless when he speaks, looking at Zayne like he’s waiting for permission, “I want to taste her again.”

“I heard you got plenty yesterday.” Zayne chastises coolly, staring at Sylus almost disapprovingly while he simultaneously finger fucks you into oblivion. “Maybe you should just watch.”

“N-no.” Sylus whines, and the sound of it shoots like an arrow through you. “Please, let me. Come on, kitten. You want me to lick you again, don’t you? Tell him. Tell Zayne you want me to.”

“No.” Zayne’s voice is an even command. He draws his fingers out of you and you mewl at the loss, but watch with rapt attention as he lifts his dewy digits up to Sylus, “This is what you get. You get what I give you. You’re already getting your way by me staying here. You want to taste? Then lick them clean.”

You nearly come just from his words, and feel the pool of slick beneath you grow as you watch Sylus obey without a second thought. He grabs Zayne’s wrist and pulls the fingers to his mouth, dragging his long tongue up the length of them and then drawing them into his mouth, sucking them so thoroughly the sound of it fills the room. 

  Zayne pulls his hand away. His expression is even but his cheeks and ears are red, the skin of his chest flushed a sweet strawberry blush. He’s clearly affected, twitching as Sylus claws at him to draw him into a kiss, sharing the taste of you between them.

“I’ll help you,” Sylus breathes as he pulls away, “Just let me touch her. I’ll be good, but just let me–”

Zayne snorts, “Go on then.”

With permission granted, Sylus crawls over to you, “Sweet girl, oh, you smell so good. You’re twitching with it, aren’t you? You need to be filled up. Tell me, can I kiss you, sweetheart? Can I take care of you?”

You reach out to pull him to you, as easy as guiding a paper boat across a pond. There’s no resistance to him as you pull him on top of you, drawing him into a sloppy kiss. “Yes.” You rasp against his lips, “Anything– ah. Anything, please.”

Sylus groans and grinds his clothed hips against you, “Anything? You can’t offer that to me, sweetheart. Or I’ll actually take it.”

You’re tired of waiting. Tired of touching and grinding and not enough. So, you take matters into your own hands, and push Sylus’ shoulders and twist him around. He’s too big to move unwillingly, but the way his eyes widen tells you he’s more than willing. He moves with the tiniest pressure of your hands onto his back, letting you straddle him and remove his shirt. He’s a puppeteer at the mercy of someone else’s strings, lifting his hips when you hook around the waistband of his pants and pull down. 

You’ve barely got the pants past the roundness of his ass before there are hands at your waist, squeezing you.

“Slow down.” Zayne whispers, “We have the whole day, don’t we?”

“Zayne…” You whine airly, “I don’t want to wait.”

“Neither does he.” Zayne says with a pointed glance to a panting Sylus. The white haired man’s hands are raised, as if to show Zayne he was innocent in this stripping game. Zayne chuckles softly and pulls you by the back of the neck to kiss you, and when he lets you go,  he mumbles against your lips, “Do you trust me, love?”

You nearly smack your forehead into his when you nod, and can’t help but kiss him once more. A light, soft kiss. 

“Use your mouth.” Zayne hisses into you, “And I’ll use mine.”

You’re not clear what he means but you don’t care. You’re back at the task at hand, grabbing the elastic band of Sylus’ briefs and pulling down, eager like opening a present. Too excited for the prize within to care about the wrapping. 

Sylus’ cock springs out, slapping obscenely against his stomach and he hisses through his teeth. There’s a magnetic pull to him, drawing into his aura like a moth to flame. The heat emanating from his skin is addictive, only magnified by the cool air coming from Zayne as he grabs handfuls of your hips and ass. Guiding you onto all fours in front of Sylus with your hips in the air. 

A long ragged moan leaves Sylus’ lips when you drag your tongue up his thick, monstrous cock. It’s large like the rest of him is– thick and weighty. Even as furiously hard as he is, the weight of it makes it droop against his bellybutton, twitching upwards. 

You wrap your hand around the girth of him at the base and lift it up to your lips. Kissing the tip before you press the head into your warm, wet mouth. Sylus’ hand is in your hair the instant you touch him, and his fingers tremble with the untempered desire to grip and hold. 

It’s a stretch. He barely fits into your mouth, and you nearly gag on more than one occasion, but the wrecked sounds he makes are more than enough motivation for you to press on. 

A sharp yelp shocks out of you when Zayne is at your cunt, licking a long stripe up the messy line of your sex. He’s slow and gentle, polite even as he licks at your clit and presses his tongue into you. 

A chain reaction occurs. Your squeal makes Sylus groan, gripping your hair tightly which makes your eyes cross. You’re pressing back into Zayne’s tongue without thought, only pure delirium. 

It takes effort to focus on Sylus’ cock, but he doesn’t seem to mind. When your mind starts to drip into syrupy pleasure and your movements become sloppy, Sylus seems to enjoy it. His breathing hitches and the grip on your hair tightens. 

“That’s it…” Sylus growls, beginning to guide your head up and down his length. You can feel his thundering heartbeat against your tongue. “G-gorgeous girl... So good for us. Right–ahh that’s it– Right where you belong.”

He’s stuttering through the pleasure, his hips starting to thrust up. Something in his face shifts. A curl to his upper lip that makes Zayne stop. Zayne is quick, pushing Sylus’ hand off your head and pulling you off with an arm around your chest. You gasp as you're physically removed from Sylus, a wanton whine escaping. 

Sylus chokes, caught right at the precipice of orgasm but caught off. A flash of anger crosses his eyes before sense returns to him.

“You come when I say you can.” Zayne says as he uses his hold on your waist to maneuver you. Moving you further up Sylus’ body until your chest to chest with the man. 

Zayne is kneeling behind you, his hands finding holds on the sides of your hips, and shifts you from side to side just because he can. He hums, a deep, pleased noise as he watches you and Sylus share the same breath. Both fucked out and dumb– higher functioning off and nothing but writhing, sensory beings. 

“So pretty.” Zayne coos, “Looking at you two…what a sight you make. Lean back for me, love. That’s it– press back into me.”

“You want Zayne to fuck you, sweetie?” Sylus whispers against your lips, swallowing the soft gasp you make. 

“Yes– ahn– please Zayne!” You shift back, presenting for him like a bitch in heat, “Please, please, please.”

Sylus is grinning against you as he watches over your shoulder. Zayne releases one side of your hips to hold his cock and line it up. The fat head catches on your entrance, and you keen as he slowly presses in. The stretch is sublime. Edging just on the edge of discomfort. 

Zayne is quiet– the softest hitch of his breath the only sign he’s feeling anything. But then Sylus is moving his hands to the soft globes of your ass and spreading them, pushing you back and further down onto the other man’s throbbing cock. 

A dewy moan leaves you, and Zayne chokes on the staggering sound that his chest makes. He’s only halfway in, and you’re breathlessly full, unsure whether you want to move away or further down. 

“G-god, you’re so tight. Oh. Oh, don’t move.” Zayne snaps, “I don’t want to hurt you, love, so don’t move for a second. F-fu-uuck…”

“You can handle it.” Sylus whispers in your ear, sounding nearly as wrecked as you feel, “Keep going. Take it all. Fuck, just like that. Take it. Take it. Take it.”

You’re clinging to Sylus as Zayne presses in, coaxed deeper and deeper by needy movements of your hips. Completely surrounded by the two of them and every sense is overwhelmed. 

Sylus swallows your cries as Zayne begins to move, slow and steady.

When Zayne finally bottoms out, he grips the curve of your waist almost too tightly, pulling you back ever firmer against him, but he’s already as deep as he can possibly get. His hips pressed against your ass, and his cock tucked snugly against your cervix. 

It’s almost painful, but it dissolves into feathery pleasure when Sylus kisses you through it, muttering sweet words of praise and moving his hand to rub little circles on your clit. 

Your orgasm is fast approaching and Zayne’s barely moved. 

“O-oh fuck!” You squeal, nails digging into Sylus’ shoulder, “More, please, more!”

Zayne pounds into you. Long, hard thrusts that make stars sparkle behind your eyes. The sinful squelch of your slick and the slap of his hips is a symphony. It’s hard, and it’s lovely, and it’s perfect. 

You’re unable to keep kissing Sylus, mouth open and gasping for breath. He’s smiling– a wild, feral smile.

And a horrible thought occurs to you. Horrible only for your self-preservation and your sanity, but so so good for that depraved whore inside you. 

“B-b-both.” You stutter out between breaths. Zayne slows down, giving you half a second to find your voice. “I want both. Both please.”

Zayne’s cock throbs inside you, pressing against that sensitive spot deep in your core that makes you clench. Sylus looks a little lost, his face slackening in rapt eagerness.

“You sure, sweetheart? You want me to fuck you too? Think I’ll fit in your pretty little pussy?” Sylus bites your lower lip and groans, “Oh sweetie, come here.”

Zayne groans, and moves with you, never pulling out as you shift down to lay against Sylus’ chest, your breasts pressed into his face which he wastes no time nipping at. 

“This isn’t–” Zayne hisses, “She needs more prep.”

“She’s so determined, Zayne.” Sylus argues, shifting to press the head of his cock to the stretched rim of your hole. The instant he adds pressure you’re sure it won’t fit, but Sylus’ eyes are glazing over and his jaw is falling open. Practically drooling. “Let her try. Let my sweet girl try. She’ll feel so good, won’t she? I want to be inside her with you.”

Zayne’s hips thrust forward of their own accord, the most ragged moan yet leaving his dry lips. Sylus is pressing in tightly, and the stretch is unreal. He’s barely got half the head in and you're sure you’ll split in two, but god what a way to go. What a perfect death. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You whimper, “Oh god, it’s too much. Don’t stop. Ah! Don’t stop!”

“You’re mine, sweet girl. You’re ours.” Sylus snarls, hips pushing up into you, and the fat head of his cock slips in with a wet squelch. “Take us both. Take it so fucking  good for us.”

“Oh love,” Zayne’s back is pressed against yours, his voice in your ear and it's such a contrast to the depravity in Sylus’. “You feel so divine. You’re doing so well. So well. Yes. Yes, ngh.”

It’s ages before Sylus is all the way in, and there are tears shimmering down your face when he finally bottoms out. The two of them nestled within, swallowed by delicious friction. Divine death is the vice of your cunt and the slide of their cocks against each other. 

Zayne stays still while Sylus moves. There’s too much violent energy in the white haired man for him to stay still any longer. Long, slow thrusts and he’s barely half a dozen glides inside when you're clenching, vibrating on the precipice. 

“Oh fuck I’m gonna–” You choke, hips jerking and making the pair inside you groan in unison. “I’m gonna come. Please. Please, please. Oh god– you feel so good. Don’t leave. Don’t leave me please.”

“I’m not gonna last,” Zayne bites into your shoulder softly, “Come on, love. Come around us. Let me feel it. Yes, yes.”

“Not going anywhere, sweetheart. You just hold onto me. I’ll stay inside forever if you let me. Yeah, fuck. That’s it, come for me. Come for us.” Sylus’ fingertips dig into your flesh, and your mind is struck with the sudden feeling of loss. There’s a lack of digging. A lack of points at the tips of his fingers. Where did they go?

You’re coming before you can debate that odd sensation. Tipped over the edge into writhing oblivion and crying out. Gushing around their cocks and soaking the bed sheets below. 

Your peak is a trigger, firing off the other two in rapid succession. Zayne thrusts up once and then twice and you can feel the throb of him when he comes, pressing his face into any skin he can reach and panting for breath. 

Sylus snarls like an animal lurching forward to latch his mouth and teeth onto the junction of your shoulder as his cock jumps, slamming to the hilt inside you– slickened by the other man’s come leaking out. It’s filthy, and his teeth dig into your skin so sharply your vision blanks. 

They come down from their highs in different ways. Zayne slowly rolls his hips, relaxing like the unwinding of a tightened spring— easy and slow. Relishing in the afterglow and the slick heat of your pussy around him. 

Sylus is a serrated blade. Fucking up into you with sharp half-thrusts and pushing the mixture of their come deeper and deeper. He growls through it, keeping himself clawing into the sensations for as long as he possibly can. Breathing harshly and lapping his tongue against the bite mark he left behind. 

Your body protests any movement, and you’re not ready to let go of them just yet. So you let your head rest on Sylus’ shoulder and focus on the full feeling of them both inside you. How did that even happen? How did they both fit?

Zayne runs a hand up your spine. A gentle caress, “Shh, relax love. Let me–” He’s pulling out, and the drag has you keening, twitchy in aftershocks and then left horrifically empty. 

You turn to Sylus and he kisses you mushily, “I’m not going anywhere, kitten.” He whispers, “Let me stay for a minute, yeah? Let me feel you for just a bit longer.”

Zayne is gone and back but your mind is still filled with rose cotton. He’s got a water bottle in his hands that he presses to your lips. You drink a few swallows and then collapse back onto Sylus. 

“A lazy day, then?” Zayne asks with an affectionate shake of his head. 

Sylus’ laugh vibrates against you, “I’m feeling particularly lazy now.”

You giggle softly and shift to get more comfortable on top of Sylus, “I hope you don’t blame me if I slack off today, right Zayne? I’ll be sure to catch up on cleaning tomorrow.”

Zayne sits down next to you on the bed and brushes his hand through your hair, “Don’t worry about any of it. Perhaps we should revisit the contract again.”

You sigh and shake your head, “Not happening. I have a job to do, and I’m going to do it.”

“Even if I ask you nicely?” Zayne’s smirking when he teases you, and you reach up to poke his cheek. “We can talk about it later, if you ask me nicely.”

[artbyblastweave]

Draft a proposal to fix the x-men.

To the extent that the X-Men need to be fixed, the problem, more than probably any other superhero, is that they never fucking end; they can't end. Every civil rights movement they've ever been pegged as a metaphor for has made some kind of forward progress over the decades, but the people who can fly are somehow stuck on a treadmill. We're on the sixth or seventh "mutants on the brink of extinction" scenario; McKay just did, what, the fourth instance of Xavier Fucking Off Forever, For Real This Time, Pinkie Promise? Even if it was objectively incredibly well written it can't claw its way out from under the weight of the fact that it's all been done. And it'll be done again. Making it a single, finite story that fucking ends, or at least advances the fucking setting, is all that actually needs to happen. X-Men: Evolution but it runs for five seasons and gets to tie everything up. Claremont took a stab at this with X-Men: The End, although I haven't read it and can't attest to its quality one way or another. And, of course, Ultimate Marvel made them a finite property in its own roundabout, widely despised way.

Option two, (really option 1.5 since these aren't mutually exclusive) is to make the story an explicit period piece, ideally either in the 1960s or the 1980s. The 1980s would allow you to tap into and play with the zeitgeist that produced the version of the team that people actually give a shit about (which, come to think of it, is what X-Men 97 is already doing;) it's also the point at which the Marvel timeline really started to terminally arrest into comic-book time; the ANAD lineup have been around for fifty years but they're still the New Guys, to me. Positioning the X-Men as the comparative New Kids on the Block compared to the old guard of the Avengers, Fantastic Four and so on lets you pin the disparity in their public treatment of mutant and non-mutant heroes as the result of the increased saliency of mutants from the mid-70s onward. Claremont's run was already deliberately plugged into the politics of the back half of the cold war in a lot of different ways; Magneto as an aging concentration-camp survivor turned mutant Zionist, Storm having been orphaned by French Bombers during the Suez crisis, evil televangelists as antagonists, a whole mess of stuff with a lot of historical specificity.

If not the 1980s, my other pick would be to set the thing in the 60s. Mutants are fundamentally a product of the atomic age, fleetingly and hand-wavingly identified as the delayed byproduct of the testing and use of nuclear weaponry, but 60s X-Men really weren't engaging with the politics of any of that; or really any kind of complicated politics at all; it wasn't a civil rights metaphor except retroactively. But in this pitch it could be more directly plugged into that political moment, ideally in tactful and non-stupid ways. There's tons of ways in which the non-metaphorical minorities at the heart of the civil rights movement bore the brunt of American nuclear testing and similar scientific misadventures; the idea that mutants were created by the same government now frantically trying to oppress the cat back into the bag is a pitch with a lot of legs. Ultimate Marvel understood this, although the idiom was filtered through the lens of genetic engineering is the new nuke, and nobody liked the punchline because Jeff Loeb delivered it in the trainwreck that was Ultimatum. Deniz Camp has implemented similar ideas to what I'm talking about here on the Hulk side of things, with the New Ultimate She-Hulk being the byproduct of illicit gamma bomb testing on Pacific Islanders. To cap this all off I've mentioned before that a 1960s retrofuturistic nuclear age X-Men would act as a great foil to a 1930s-situated first wave of heroes- Teenaged Rebels and Heartthrobs on the heels of the Greatest Generation. It could be made to rhyme.

[aelincreativ]

To keep building on this, we do have evidence of a baby boom that happened as was mentioned. With the fact that there are 7 clan kids in one generation. And of those 7, 5 are clan heirs - Shino, Hinata, Shikamaru, Choji, and Ino. The other two clan kids are obviously Kiba and Sasuke. (Interestingly enough Hana Inuzuka and Itachi are the same age).

The 3rd war ends sometime between June and September the year before Naruto was born, we know this since Itachi was 4 when the war traumatized him but Kakashi was still 12 when he became Anbu.

Shino is the oldest of the Rookie 9 with his birthday on January 23 (this would make Lee only 2 months older than Shino btw) and is actually the outlier for the rookie 9's birthdays since Sakura's isn't till March 28th but she's civilian born, and then Choji's is May 1st, Kiba and Sasuke in July, Shikamaru and Ino in September, and then Naruto in October and then Hinata in December.

September to May is nine months so this timeline gives room for the parents to settle down after the war, and either finally marry their sweetheart, and/or finally have a kid now that the kunoichi don't have to be out on the frontlines anymore because Konoha is so desperate for able bodies.

The baby boom likely would have continued if the Kyuubi attack didn't happen. We don't know who all died in the attack, we never even hear about Shino's mom and Kiba's dad being "run off" could be a coverup, but either way it would definitely be a mental setback to the post-war baby-boom.

The next generation we meet, Konohamaru and his friends, are born about 4 years after the Kyuubi attack but that's not really important for the point I'm gonna make.

I think something a lot of people miss when talking about the graduation rate of the academy is they think that there is only one graduation ceremony a year. We don't have confirmation, but I highly suspect that there are graduation attempts at least twice but probably more like 3 or 4 times a year.

Main reason I think this is because of the Rookie 9 graduating in late december/early january. Which we know because both Shino and Hinata are 12 when they become Genin and there's a very short window when this is possible. Less than 4 weeks. (Same for when they become Chunin at 14).

A January graduation does not line up at all with the traditional Japanese school year. And this could just be me going to far into the details of a worlds timeline, again.... BUT! We also know that Naruto has tried the academy exam three times in the past. If the exam was only possible once a year that means he first tried when he was 9, then 10 and 11 until graduating when he was 12. Which just seems a bit unrealistic.

There's also the fact that the 66% fail rate of the secondary test done by the Jonin sensei. The failed pre-genin can choose to go back to the academy and try again. If that's the case, then why weren't the Rookie 9 aware of this when the kids who failed the year before, Neji, TenTen, and Lee's year, failed and returned to the academy to join the year below them and try again?

Because there's multiple graduation attempts in one year and at least 2 classes for each age group. My bet is on three attempts each year. One at the end of each term. Japanese school terms are April to July, summer break, September to December, and then January to March. There are shorter breaks in between semesters also but the main one is summer break.

Going with this I think the Rookie 9 graduated at the end of the second term in December/early January.

Six months later the Chunin Exams start on July 1st. Now this means that there is a slight possible contradiction with something said by Kiba. Kiba says that all of "that years" rookie Genin are participating in the exams. But it also could work out if you take the fact that the Rookie 9 could have graduated in December of the year prior, which would mean that the genin who graduated in March/April are from a different year of schooling despite potentially having been the Rookie 9's classmates who returned to the academy for another semester.

All in all the biggest take away is that the show focuses on Naruto's journey very closely and love him or hate him, Naruto is kinda self-centered and focused on himself until the others give him a reason/chance to learn more about their lives and backgrounds.

And the Naruto timeline is full of major gaps and time jumps that make me want to tear my hair out. This is the main reference I use for figuring out things in the Naruto timeline. There some stuff missing and more stuff that the Boruto series has fucked up and made confusing (Like the fact Boruto (and the other second gen kids) is apparently born like 3 months after Naruto and Hinata get together in The Last and like a week after they get married??? I think not. Which means The Last either happened a year earlier than is "canonically" did or the whole of the Boruto timeline needs to jump forward a year.)

naruto population worldbuilding is one of those things that i just. can't even think about without getting mad. why are your classes only like 20-30 kids??? a YEAR???? and you're failing half of them??????? and this is allegedly sustaining a military force with tens of thousands of people? No It Is Not. 20-30 people die EVERY FUCKING TIME you introduce a new bad guy for emphasis or whatever!!! replacement rate is NOT fucking working!!!!! chunin exams only letting like. jkgadfjlkj 1? 2 kids per village advance? it's literally sooooo bad kishimoto did NOT think it through. i simply have to tell myself that certain characters are lying <3 or wrong <3

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

Wait for the Raccoon 🦝 EM and Cat Stan 🐈‍⬛ au

Does EM and Stan free Shifty still?

Does TATE free shifty?

Does Shifty turn into a Shifticile?

What happens to my fave boi?

Okay but if EM and Stan do get into time for Shifty I can imagine them breaking Shifty out,

Stan: Okay so now Shifty’s out Ford and your husband will acknowledge that Shifty is sentient.

EM: *staring at Shifty*

EM: They’re my kid now

Stan: What??

EM: Yep I’m adopting them.

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As an alternative for the romance route what if Stan and EM get married like one of those tax benefit couples? Where they’re in it for the chaos but not actually in love?

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Also also do Stan and Emma-May team up to bully Fiddleford please say they do!

For the RaCat au (not necessarily shipping, just a fun smash of Racoon and Cat)

Depending on the timeline (I prefer early on, just for prolonged identity shenangans of Ford, Fiddleford, and Carla failing to understand that this racoon is Fiddlefords wife and the cat is his brother), then absolutely Shifty is rescued by Stan and Emma-May. Stan for the og reasons, Emma-May for scientific curiosity then falling in love with her new son boy once Stan wacks her in the head enough time and shows how Shifty is just a kid.

If they show up later than Tate is the one to rescue his baby brother, after he sneaks after his dad and follows him to his woodland bunker, sneaks in, finds a cool shapeshifting thing that becomes him, follows him home, and the two of them play for a few hours while his dad and Ford have a freak out in the next room.

No Shiftycicle here, as i love to free my sad boy whenever i can make it happen. He either gets raised by two scientist and Carla in the woods, or two scientists, Carla, a cat, and a racoon with a very normal human brother.

For Sure Emma-May imprints hard on her new shapeshifting baby once she realizes he's a kid and not an animal (which would happen faster then Ford and Fidds, just because she actually works with living things in her field and recognizes the behavior better as independent thought and not mimicry)

For the not actually shipping thing but they still get married, my first immediate thought was 'who on earth is out there officiating marriages between raccoons and cats?' before i realized you meant after they got uncursed. And no idea. It could happen, but i'm not really a romance writer, so who knows. Stan's kinda an awkward guy who's terrified of commitment, and Emma-May would be getting divorced, so if it happened it wouldnt be for a while.

The moment it takes longer than a day for Fiddleford to understand the racoon is his wife she is teaming up to harass her husband. He should know his own wife when she kisses him! Regardless of her new racoon lips! How dare he freak out from the tender care of her loving embrace and shudder from her racoon hand touch! Be quiet Stanley, it was a legitimate attempt to convey to her husband who she was! Stop laughing!

[queermarzipan]

i could write a whole essay on the progression from nine -> ten -> tentoo as the only way timepetals would've happened and bad wolf pulling strings in the most poetic way possible & the kisses would take up an entire paragraph by themselves bc WHAT.

nine is the one that meets rose. he is obviously necessary. so many people have written about how rose is prfect for tardis life -- she loves it to the end of the universe -- and yet is still so utterly utterly human. and so is the literal perfect person for the doctor to love and heal from the time war with bc HE NEEDS HUMANITY. SO BADLY. AND HE NEEDS HIS BOX AND HIS LIFE-THREATENING ADVENTURES AND SAVING THE DAY. and guess what rose is fucking both. two halves of a circle that, in s1-4 RTD, are juxtaposed against each other over and over and over again just to hammer in the point of how FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE it usually is to square that circle. DK how we got from "two halves" to "squaring circles" you get me. you understand what i mean

And people also often talk about Ten being based off the doctor's love for rose. being born of a sacrifice to save her. but - and this is my new thought - the doctor needed to regenerate in the first place. for the love story to happen properly. because of fucking Bad Wolf!! HOW MANY TIMES have people talked about Bad Wolf pulling strings in the timeline to create TenToo, to get Rose's family all settled in a parallel universe where there will necessarily be a clean break and goodbye for everyone involved, even possibly ensuring that Canary Wharf happened so that she'd find her stride in a human life and be fully able to (eventually) settle down????

But all of that necessitates Bad Wolf happening, and Bad Wolf requires that the Doctor regenerate so that Rose can live on. Ten's very regeneration is integral to the love story just as Tentoo's is.

And Tentoo. I mean do I even need to say fucking anything about Tentoo. The Doctor regenerates (!!!), which creates the opportunity for a random swordfight to cut off his hand with basically no long-term consequences to him, and then during the one literal moment that he's not looking, after he's recovered the hand and is keeping it on the tardis (due to... someone... getting hold of it and using the convenient DNA sample to torture him), when he's literally running to rose. a random dalek suddenly appears and shoots ONLY HIM before being immediately taken out by Jack. & HE'S JUST GOT ROSE BACK!! HE DOESN'T WANT TO CHANGE!! The psychological moment alone is astounding. SO HE USES THE HAND TO NOT CHANGE, AND LO AND BEHOLD, A WILD HUMAN-LIFESPAN JOB-AND-MORTGAGE LIFE HAS APPEARED.

I can't stress enough how much this is the most perfect thing ever to me. like seriously. I love timepetals so much

[miharuki]

𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐏 195 - EP.06

CARIBBEAN SEA July 22, 20:08

"We're approaching Santa Prisca," Megan says while piloting the ship. Everyone was in their hero suits. You sigh, thinking and trying to remember what would happen here. If your memories were clear and perfect, in your "first mission" with the team, and if your notes were correct, today you would face both Bane and Kobra. You know exactly who they are. In previous timelines, you fought Bane during one of the missions, which resulted in your neck being broken. But that didn't kill you—oh no. The only way you could die was by yourself, by the collar, as you like to call it. In other timelines, Bane also broke Robin's ribs before smashing his skull. In others, he simply snapped Kaldur's neck. And in many others, he did much worse in timelines that no longer exist—erased the moment you reset everything, eliminating yourself.

"Landing Zone A in thirty minutes. Setting Bio-Ship to stealth mode," the green woman says, but all you can think about is what to do with Bane. Your fists clench, your eyes widen with rage. You lost a lot of time because of that man. At home, before heading to the cave, you remember looking for ways to get rid of the obstacle, the enemy of your game. Some were pretty horrible, others just simple. But now, you had to focus—push down the hatred, swallow it, feeling the venom build up in your stomach more and more.

"Landing Zone B." You stand up, just like everyone else, with the chair disappearing and now a belt dropping from the ceiling of the ship. You fasten it to your uniform before sliding your fingers across your throat like a slicing motion, and your uniform changes to camouflage mode. You hear flirting—just ignore it. Focus on the mission was the most important thing. With that, you jump out first, exiting the ship and already removing the belt. "Aqualad. Drop B is ready," Megan says over the comms, which you also hear through your own as the man from Atlantis responds immediately: "Head to the factory. I'll track your GPS and meet you as quickly as possible."

"Understood," Robin says, showing the map before everyone follows the boy, passing through a forest and then under the waterfall. You could've found the night view beautiful if you hadn't already been here before, finding it unbearable and considering this the most boring mission of all. "Did you hear that?" the clone says, looking around before everyone responds: "Uh, no."

"Wait, is that a super-hearing thing?" Wally asks, turning to the boy before you roll your eyes. "No, imagine, he doesn't even have ears—ha!" you say sarcastically, walking past Megan who was about to say something, probably about Superboy having ears, but you just raise your hand to silence her. "Sarcasm, dumbass," you say, already sighing.

"Well... I think you have great ears," Megan says to Superboy, blushing and looking at him dreamily, making you mime a vomiting gesture. The only one who sees it is Wally, who shakes his head before turning to speak to the prodigy. "Okay, Rob, now what?" Looking around, the boy doesn't see Robin anywhere. He gets frustrated before stomping his foot. "Man, I hate when he does that." You open your yo-yo, showing where Robin is. You're not crazy enough to let that spoiled brat with protagonist syndrome screw something up alone. Noticing Megan wants to see it, you just give her a stern glare, making her back off. "Superboy, Kid. Switch to infrared. See if you're being tracked." You also take the opportunity to look at the yo-yo, checking for people nearby, thanking Reijiichiro who made your yo-yo work not just with tech and internet but also with magic. The yo-yo screen shows the area near you like a radar, displaying people approaching from both sides.

"I've got a squad of armed clowns coming in," Kid Flash says while looking through the forest, spotting some armed people approaching. "Two squads," Superboy adds, looking in another direction.

"But they'll meet each other before they find us," Wally says with a slight joking tone before everyone crouches behind an old log. You look at the redhead, waiting for him to run. You take the yo-yo string and tie it to the boy's feet until you hear him say, "Yeah, yeah. As soon as I find Rob." As he runs at full speed, the yo-yo string gets pulled, and you get up, running in the other direction, raising your hand. "This way." The rest follows you. You count how many steps the boy has likely taken before yanking the yo-yo string hard. At that moment, the boy, who was slipping in the mud, was about to fall into the center of the battle—if you hadn't pulled quickly, making him literally get dragged and thrown. You use him like a flail, throwing him into Kobra cultists, who collapse, already unconscious. "Ahh, that hurt," Wally says from atop the boys. You pull the yo-yo, untying it from him. "You're welcome, you little shit." You still whack him on the head with the yo-yo before opening it and pulling out some strings. "Miss Martian, Superboy, keep an eye out for incoming enemies." Kicking Kid Flash away from the enemies, you pull each of them, tying them to a nearby tree before using the hard part of the yo-yo to hit pressure points on their bodies, knocking them out completely. It would take them a while to wake up.

"Ugh, what was that for, babe?!" Wally says while holding his stomach where you kicked him, but you just sigh before pulling a bar from your yo-yo and tossing it into the boy's hands. "Well, thanks, but I was going after Robin, you know? I had everything under control," Wally says, but you don't care, using the yo-yo and throwing it into the trees before yanking the prodigy boy to the ground, who groans in pain. "Don't whine, you spoiled brat," you say before watching Kaldur arrive. "What's wrong with you? Remember stealth? Why didn't you follow my lead?" The boy says, standing up, watching you pull the yo-yo and store it. Wally sighs, standing and eating the bar you gave him earlier. "Was that what you were doing? Hmm. Nice way of telling us." Wally swallows the bar, about to throw the wrapper on the ground before seeing you asking for it. He hands it to you, and you store it in the yo-yo to toss it later.

"We don't read minds, you know?" the redhead says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before hearing a cough. Looking to see who made it, he notices Megan did it. He sighs before looking at Robin and pointing at Megan. "Well... at least I don't." "You told me I could only read minds—" Megan is interrupted when Robin approaches, speaking over her, not even noticing the girl pouting slightly after being interrupted. "I recognize these uniforms. They belong to the Cult of Kobra."

"I'm sure Batman would've mentioned it... if he knew a dangerous extremist was running the Santa Prisca Venom operation," Kaldur says, approaching Robin and looking at the unconscious group. "I agree. And since clearly there's no love lost between the cultists and those goons... I bet Kobra came and drove them out. That's why the normal supply lines were cut." Kid Flash arrives clapping, already satisfied, as he approaches the two. "Case closed. Kobra wanted super cultists. Mystery solved, we tell Batman and we're home in time for—"

"These cultists aren't taking Venom. Kobra's stockpiling the drug... We're not leaving... not until I know why." Robin cuts Kid Flash off, already stepping into the protagonist role, which is annoying you. "Until you know why?" Wally says, bending down to look at the prodigy. "This team needs a leader." "And it WON'T BE YOU," you say, already stepping in and pointing at the boy who was about to say something more, but you immediately cut him off. "You're nothing but a spoiled boy with protagonist syndrome who thinks that just because you're Batman's sidekick, you deserve to be like him!" Robin blushes slightly in embarrassment, looking away with a pout. "I'm the closest we've got to him." "No, you're not," you say before pointing a finger at the boy's chest. "You screwed the mission the moment you vanished without saying a damn thing. Your irresponsibility could've ruined everything! You think you're Batman, but you're immature. If you want to be a leader, then be one—but be your own leader, not of this team. Because if it's to have an immature, irresponsible leader who thinks he's the main character, then it's better to have none at all." Finished, you raise your head, the shadow hiding your eyes. You then walk away, looking at everyone. "We won't have a leader. If we're to choose one, let it be at the cave, not in the middle of a mission. Until then, do your roles and complete the objective. I don't want dead weight on my back." Kaldur puts a hand on your shoulder, which you slap away, making him withdraw. He turns and approaches the team to go over the plan, wearing a face that's both guilty and a little sad.

"¡Mira, están discutiendo! ¡¡Libérate y capturarlos mientras están distraídos!" you hear while looking at your team, pretending not to listen to anything. "¡callarse la boca! Ahora por el momento voy a jugar, me van a dar lo que necesito," you smile slightly while listening. A good thing about going back in time so many times is that you learned a lot of foreign languages, you became, if not already, a polyglot. This time Bane would be your prey, and it was time for you to become the hunter.

"que niños expertos" Bane laughs while looking at the team. "But you only know half the story. Let me show you the rest... I'll take you to the factory through my secret entrance," he says in a serious and confident tone, laughing. The team looks at him suspiciously, while you are facing away from everything, now with a neutral face, you turn to look at the team, observing Megan approaching Bane. "There's a secret entrance... But he's also hiding something," with that, she places her hand on her head before trying to read Bane's mind, who just laughs at the girl. "Ah, ah, ah, Chica... Bane is not that easy," the man smiles victoriously while Megan just sighs and says "He's mentally reciting the football results... In Spanish... This could take a while."

"It's not complicated... The enemy of my enemy is my friend." The team looks at each other before you approach passing by them. "Alright.." you say while Megan steps aside, giving you space. You approach to untie the man, and with the man free, you turn to restrain the rest of his thugs, leaving only Bane free. You approach before whispering to one of his thugs in Spanish. When he was about to scream, you quickly knock him out, getting up as if nothing had happened, without anyone noticing what was going on.

"The answers are here." Bane says before moving a stone out of the way of a tunnel before entering. "So now El Luchador is our leader," Robin gives the boy a slap on the head before following the man. You enter last, leaning against the wall and running your fingers along where you passed, reaching a door that the man kindly opens. With the door half open, Bane looks before looking down, observing Robin. "Everything clear." he says before running out. Now inside the facility, the team walks before stopping to see if anyone is nearby. "Has that idiot been caught yet?" Bane comments while observing and not seeing the prodigy boy anywhere. "No. He just does that," Kaldur comments before Wally smiles, putting on his glasses before poking you. You slap his hand before touching, with him saying proudly "I'll get our information and return before the Prodigy Boy." With that, he runs off, with Kaldur trying to stop him, but it's too late. He sighs, making Bane smile. "Great chain of command."

"Aqualad, sending a telepathic image of the buyer now." Megan says in Aqualad's mind. He places his fingers on his head before opening his eyes and looking at you and Superboy. "Sports Master. He's the buyer," the boy says before touching his ear communicator. "Aqualad to Red Tornado, are you hearing?" Only a static noise could be heard, showing a defect in the radio. "I can't talk to the League, Robin, or Kid... The communication is jammed. We need a plan, now!" Aqualad says, turning to the team before Bane smiles behind the boy and says in a serious and confident tone, "I have a suggestion."

Bane jumps, knocking down some of Kobra's thugs. With that, the Mammoth, an abomination that Kobra created, jumps out of the window, knocking down where you, Aqualad, and Superboy were. With a quick move, you attach your yo-yo to the beam and pull yourself up, watching the battle below. When you see that Sports Master is about to throw a spear at Miss Martian, you pull her foot with the yo-yo, making her avoid the spear explosion. She looks at you, regaining control of her flight. She throws a thank-you before shaking her head, to which you don't pay much attention, pulling the yo-yo, which detaches from her. You open the yo-yo before showing her a message and saying, "Open a mental communication with everyone!" which she obeys. Of course, you sighed with the pain but remained silent while closing the yo-yo. With everyone running to the tunnel from where they came, you were the last one. You close it before placing a ball on the door.

The monster tries to break in but is hit by an unbearable shockwave. Even so, they invade, and you stay behind, watching and smiling while observing the team run. But it wasn't a happy or good smile; it was a malicious one. When the monster tries to attack you, you say in a strong tone, making the vibrations of your voice more resistant, "eliminate your team" You dodge the punch, making it spin and punch one of its own henchmen. You grab the man's mask, and with that, you run, watching the team shoot the monster. You find the team, who were talking to Robin. You go back to your neutral face before seeing Bane there at the entrance with a button in his hand. "Parados niños, Estoy me siento explosivo." You look at Bane while the others look at the bombs above. "Goodbye and thanks for helping me," Bane laughs before pressing the button, but his laugh freezes when he no longer feels his body moving, stopping altogether.

"What? What's happening?" Bane says while watching the team, who looks at him in shock. You pass by the team, smiling. "Ah, like stealing candy from kids."

"(hero)?" Kaldur says before you clean your hand and walk out of the tunnel in front of the man. "What are we waiting for? Let's go?" you say before the team slowly leaves the tunnel. You smile at Bane. "¡Fuiste un idiota al subestimarme, pequeña mierda patética! Muere lentamente con el veneno en el escroto." With that, you jump and punch the man in the face, making him fall.

"(hero) what's going on?" Wally says, but you just smile before walking. "Let's go."

"But what about Kobra?" Wally says before watching the helicopter in the air explode with the load. "Dude! How are we going to explain this to Batman?" Robin says, but you smile before pulling your yo-yo and opening it. "No need, he's been listening since the beginning. The plan was very simple. Before we even left for the mission, I placed a recorder on each of you without you realizing it. It transmitted each one, even when alone, live to Batman in the cave."

"But how? There was no signal," Kaldur says, confused, looking at you. "Simple, I connected to the same frequency as the installation's radio, while also hiding our presence. Every second, every word from you, even when separated, was being transmitted to Batman right now." You approach Bane, smiling. "He was also easy. Since I knew about your plan, it was easy. When I untied him, I ended up injecting a paralyzing poison into him."

"But what about Kobra? The Sports Master? The bomb?" you take Bane's bomb control and shake it, showing a sample of the control. "It was simple. I told one of his thugs that I had put deadly poison in them. Then, I asked them to do me a favor. While you guys were fighting, one of the members disguised himself as Kobra's thug, placed the real explosive on the helicopter, then replaced the controls. The control Bane had doesn't even work. The planted bombs? Hahaha, they don't work. And to make it even better, now Kobra thinks, well... Bane and his gang tried to destroy his plans, while Sports Master thinks it was Kobra himself!" you say before observing the man below, unconscious, leaving the team behind you, shocked.

When you arrive at the cave, the team faces Batman, looking down in guilt. You approach the man, extending the flask to him. "Thank you very much," you say. "I could understand the mission well. A simple reconnaissance mission. Observe and report. Each of you will receive a written evaluation detailing your many mistakes. Until then, good job." The team members are shocked as they watch the man leave and disappear. You shrug before picking up the mask you took during the mission and throwing it to Wally, who catches it, surprised. With a neutral tone, you say, "Here's your souvenir." You walk away, ready to pack your things and leave, hearing the redhead shout, "Cool! Souvenir!"

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[orangetintedglasses]

"Of course. I'll ask someone to bring some over for you."

Bandage applied and instrument discarded, Luida discarded her gloves and washed her hands a second time, then moved to return to her seat next to the bed— but not before grabbing the tablet that she'd set down at… some point, in the brief flurry of thought and action she'd experienced when Wolfwood had first woken up. Using that, she would send out a request for food: 'one of everything' from the cafeteria, just for good measure.

Which meant now was probably the best time to fill him in; the matron offered him a nod, and a small but confident smile.

"Yes. We're close." she confirmed. "It's been about a week since you lost consciousness, but thanks to your efforts, we've been on a direct route for the last three days… supposedly, to the 'developing metropolis' of Faith. Perhaps you've heard of it before, but we could barely find any information..."

She said developing with a bit of a scrutinizing edge to it, because this had been the first time she'd ever really heard of this city. Not that they necessarily refreshed the records hourly for any news on budding new locations, but in this instance, their records had come up almost barren. Research had landed them an article or two from the Bernadelli News Agency about its formation and dedication to 'bolstering the spirits of the people'— distinctly after the destruction of JuLai, they'd noted —but other than that, there wasn't much else that was known about it.

Not that important right now, though; she would let Wolfwood come to his own conclusions as she kept talking. Chances were that they were just out of touch, anyway— she continued— "the same day you communed with the Plants, things over there went completely haywire. Massive surges of power that completely overwhelmed the timeline of Bode plots we'd put together, all coinciding with your connection… and localized to this developing city?"

Luida let that question hang and her expression finish it off. There was no was that had been a coincidence.

"You connected with Vash that day, or came close enough to it that it provoked a reaction from the Dependents around him. There's nowhere else he could be."

With a dull hum of affirmation, Wolfwood gives Luida his arm again after setting the water back on the nightstand. Normally these IV things set off his fight or flight response something fierce, but the strange calm overwhelming him seems to take priority here. She removes the cannula with practiced ease, and Wolfwood is especially grateful—like a lion who just had a thorn taken out of its paw.

"So... we're close, then?" Wolfwood inquires, almost shyly, "All that's left is for me to go kick down their doors and rescue the damsel?"

He props the pillows up and shifts backwards on the bed until he's sitting up against them. It does seem like his mood has been 'repaired' by spending some time outside of his own body... though, only time will tell if it repaired anything or damaged Wolfwood further.

Something... tells Wolfwood that that won't be the last close call he'll have. Far from it—but if possible he'd prefer to leave the Plant communication to Vash and the Plant engineers from now on. His heart does a deep swoop as he remembers that rescuing Vash will... probably be the last time he sees him. Wolfwood's mouth purses into a fine line, now serious.

"I should be back to normal in an hour or so. Maybe a little longer, maybe after I get some solid food in me."

[lowandlonesomelow]

•south park headcanons•

herbert pocket

greetings. farewell

i was set to post this a small while ago. however, that did not happen. this has been sitting in my drafts for days.

•he did not know about pips death. though, he died after philip did

this one is mostly instinctual in the form of; i have no evidence to believe this. i just do. infact it might go against south parks timeline, im not sure, however this is a little headcanon of mine. it isnt supposed to be accurate. im not actually too sure when i first started headcanoning this nor where i got it from, but it may have been ~2022/2023 wherein i was writing alot of angst. this is one of those headcanons which allow for quite a bit of angst to be written / derived from it. now, ive written and i headcanon both 'herbert not at all knowing about philips death ever' as well as 'herbert finding out on his deathbed that his closest and dearest friend has passed horrifically'. therefore either one works in my humbled opinion

•writes letters to pip

i believe he and philip wrote letters to each other. they were good friends and twas their only form of communication. a highlight of either boys day was receiving said letters. and,, another part of this one sort of goes with my last headcanon. in either forms i view it, herbert isnt made aware of pips passing until far later. therefore, i believe herbert continued to write philip letters until his own passing. it would be quite interesting to think of herbert getting anxious over philip not returning his letters. that is, until he learned that his letters were never getting read.

•lived with estella

i believe he and estella are cousins. or some form of relative, at least. in my mind, herberts parents are dead. therefore, the boy has to live with someone. estella was his nearest relative. he lived with ms. havisham for a little while before her passing, (the whole.. genesis device.. and the robot monkeys.. oh lord) and still resided with estella until his own demise. estella had to care for both ms. havisham and herbert before their deaths.

•he currently has quite a few bunnies

quite self explanatory this one. herbert has bunnies whom he loves dearly - especially with philips leaving to america. the number matters not -- though i am sort of leaning to either two or eight. ((ha,, going back to my roots in having one headcanon be more humorous //lighter than the last.))

////FIN.

////thank you for reading, as always. there is not much else i have to say.

[aquarianlights]

How do you keep going when it looks like 99% of your country has joined a cult whose soul purpose is hatred of everything you & everyone you know & love are when all you're doing is existing just like everyone else?

[lazylittledragon]

ok i’ve got shadowlach wedding on the brain again and i’ve been cooking a Thought

you know how people will jokingly send wedding invites to royalty/celebrities and sometimes they actually show up

karlach would 100% invite drizzt do’urden to her wedding

[stars-n-kites]

really an inexplicable train of thought but i feel like taako is the kind of person who in a modren era au would just decide to go to a shooting range and learn how to shoot a pistol for funsies, but would consider learning to spin the pistol all cool like they do in cowboy movies to be his first and foremost priority. like hes already bought a holster and the moment he is given a gun he immediately starts trying to twirl it. the instructor has to tell him to stop or theyll take the gun away from him. he keeps trying to lead the conversation back to it anyway because he really feels like theyre putting the cart before the horse here if hes learning how to shoot the gun before even knowing how to dramatically reholster it if he were to get in some sort of cowboy duel. hes actually really good at the shooting part but he gets kicked out of the class after his eighth guntwirling attempt in which he accidentally flicks the safety off mid twirl and shoots one of their light fixtures

[xxplastic-cubexx]

it doesnt need to be said but its genuinely so funny how at-the-hip charles and erik are in krakoa like they really had the green light- the OBLIGATION- to be as obnoxiously close to each other as possible and abused that right to the fullest extent

[lemongogo]

viktor prev 🤖

[tainebot01]

I would like to officially welcome Eustace Winner to the "My Name Is A Cruel Joke My Paternal Figure Played On Me" club

[Image Description: A digital drawing of Eustace Winner from Ace Attorney and Hunter from The Owl House in a handshake, against a purple background. Both are looking towards the camera as if they are taking a picture and both have a look of concern on their faces. Eustace’s expression is significantly more distressed than Hunter’s. End Description]

[ninkaku]

“they had something” and it’s gihun and frontman ?? im sick