#him and dib do end up meeting up again and he gets so mad because dib got taller | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

ironhusband · 3 years

Text

Read on AO3

Honestly, Bucky had expected that dating Sam would be easier than this.

With everything that he and Sam had gone through to finally get together, he had wanted everything to be smooth sailing once he finally had Sam. Their perfect happy ending, cut straight from the movies and into their lives. They deserved it.

That wasn’t real life, however.

When Bucky finally had Sam in his arms, there were a myriad of relationship things that Bucky had to learn. He had to get used to all of Sam's quirks and he had the entirety of Sam’s family to win over. He had to learn the way to this obscure place where Sam liked to buy his orange juice and he had to study for days to remember that Sam’s aunt liked orange jewelry. But if Bucky was honest? He didn’t mind that part. He didn’t mind getting to know what Sam was like in a relationship or meeting Sam’s family. That would never be a hardship for him.

What he did mind was that stupid fucking drone.

It all started with Sam and Bucky making out on the couch. This wasn’t unusual in itself; sometimes the news was boring and Sam and Bucky got distracted. Sucking on Sam’s tongue was more interesting than anything else, frankly.

Sam was pressed against the couch by Bucky’s hips, his hands wandering under Bucky’s shirt as Bucky took Sam’s lips between his teeth. Sam removed his hand from Bucky's shirt to run his fingers through Bucky’s hair, causing Bucky to pinch Sam’s waist. Bucky was coming up to change the angle of the kiss and-

When he looked up the drone was staring directly at them.

It took a long time for Bucky to recognize that their home was safe and not, as a reflex, shoot at any sort of intimidating sight and sound. Still, he startled and yelled, “why the fuck is your pet staring at us?!”

Sam looked back at what made Bucky exclaim and smiled at Redwing. “Oh, hi, there, little guy,” he cooed, “enjoying the show?”

“Sam,” Bucky hissed, annoyed at his boyfriend’s reaction, glancing back and forth between the drone and Sam, “he is staring at us."

Sam shrugged, wrapping his arms around Bucky's shoulders, "so?"

Bucky spluttered, exasperated, "He is recording us. How can you be so calm about this? What if he puts this on the internet?”

“He won’t put this on the internet,” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Why not?” Bucky challenged, knowing the real reason. Sam was still insisting it was Redwing who put the footage of him falling through the tree on the internet, and he was determined to make him confess it was his doing (that video got 1000000 likes!).

“Well, first of all,” Sam explained, straightening up, smug grin on, “because no one wants to see you kissing.”

“You want to see me kissing,” Bucky countered.

“My one flaw,” Sam teased, “and two, his camera isn’t on. He just likes flying around sometimes.”

Bucky glanced at the drone, whose cold, robot eyes, peeking just beneath the shell on the drone, stared back at him. “Can’t you make him stop?”

“I wasn’t listening when Stark did the seminar about the AI inside him. Lost the manual too.”

Bucky looked at the drone again, and then quickly turned away while he muttered, “there must be a deactivation code.”

“I sorta don’t want to find it,” Sam confessed, “I like his quirks.”

“But he isn’t supposed to be flying around with his camera off. It isn’t what he was made for.”

“He’s sleepwalking,” Sam said, fondly.

“He’s creepy.”

Sam gasped, “how dare you say that?!”

“Robots shouldn’t sleepwalk!”

“Redwing isn’t a robot! He’s a drone!”

“Same difference!”

“It is so not same difference. Besides, Redwing is better than just a normal robot, he is-”

He and Sam bickered for the rest of the evening and Bucky forgot all about the drone when they moved into the bedroom. But it began like this.

~~~

Bucky woke up to get milk the next morning. Sam usually got up earlier than Bucky, waking to go run. He would accidentally wake Bucky up by kissing his cheek before he went out (running reminded Sam of Steve and sometimes he needed a little reassurance), and then Bucky would burrow into the blankets for half an hour before getting up to eat cereal. Bucky liked the early hours of the day when he had the house to himself and could wake up properly before Sam would get home. Before they moved in together, Bucky had made the mistake of getting up after Sam had already returned from his run, and he didn’t have the brainpower to retort when Sam called him a heathen for pouring his milk before his cereal.

When he got up this morning, the drone was there, staring at him.

Bucky was mid-yawn when he yelped at the flying thing in front of his face.

“Holy fucking shit, man, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” he exclaimed at the drone, clutching at his chest.

“That’s not good,” the imaginary Sam in his head said, looking, amused, at Bucky’s clutching-his-pearls position, “you need to watch your heart at your age.”

The drone didn’t say anything. Bucky rolled his eyes. “What are you looking at?” he challenged.

The drone still didn’t say anything.

Bucky moved cautiously, one leg in front of the other while he watched the drone, “I’m just getting breakfast.”

The drone turned his head towards him with his every moment. The whirring, easier to hear in the quiet morning, gave Bucky chills.

He glanced once at the drone and then once at the refrigerator before deciding to ignore the robot. Even if it was creepy that his camera wasn't on but he could still follow him, what would he do? Shoot him? Sam disarmed the drone every time he was off duty. So Bucky opened the fridge and got out his milk, blocking the drone from his view with the door.

Sam hated it when he did it, but he unscrewed the milk and drank some of it (”we exchange spit regularly, I don’t see the big deal.” “You put it so romantically~”). Cold milk always helped Bucky wake up and he “ahh”ed when he stopped feeling the thirst he always felt when he was just waking up.

He shut the door of the refrigerator, and apparently, Redwing has gotten twenty steps closer.

He screamed at the drone near his face and threw the cap at him.

~~~

Turns out, Redwing’s camera was on and Sam laughed for 20 minutes at the footage.

~~~

The next time it happened, Bucky was coming home from one of his therapy appointments. The BARF sessions were always a pain in the ass (reliving his past wasn’t remotely fun) but Bucky knew he sometimes had to go to them to make sure he wouldn’t go all Winter Soldier again. Anything to keep Sam safe.

Bucky liked to come home and cuddle with his boyfriend (who usually also had an exhausting day of being Captain America) when he got home, but today was different.

A purring Redwing was found in Sam’s lap when he went into the living room.

“Hey!” Sam greeted, seeing unable to give him a welcoming kiss due to the robot in his lap, “how did it go?”

“The usual,” Bucky replied casually. He eyed the drone, “does he usually... do that?”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded, “he noticed I was bummed so he came to cheer me up. Isn’t that right, Red?”

Sam pet Redwing’s red-paint-coated shell and the robot buzzed happily.

“Weird...” Bucky mumbled under his breath and then flopped next to Sam, “why were you bummed?”

“I fucking hate the UN,” Sam announced, “excuse me for not wanting to end up at jail for accidentally scratching some rich dude’s car.”

Bucky kissed Sam’s cheek, “I’m sorry you had a bad day.”

“’ Is okay. We’ll settle it all eventually. Just wish that I didn’t have to do it.”

“No, you don’t,” Bucky pointed out, knowing how much his boyfriend loved being Captain America.

Sam smiled shyly, that smile of his that made Bucky fall head over heels for him, “no, I don’t.”

Bucky kissed Sam’s neck. Sam’s smiles would always get him soft, which meant he had to kiss every inch of him. Sam giggled at Bucky rolling the skin between his lips and he brought a hand to the back of Bucky’s head to caress his nape. Bucky kissed further down his neck, reaching Sam’s collarbone and-

Sam gently pushed him away. Redwing was buzzing irregularly in his lap.

“Hey, there, little fella, don’t be mad,” Sam tried to appease him by stroking him, “Bucky just distracted me for a moment.”

Bucky huffed, disappointed at the interruption. “Not fair,” Bucky grumbled, “I had Sam cuddling dibs.”

“Awww,” Sam teased, his trademark smug grin on his face, “are you jealous?”

Bucky huffed and pushed his shoulder, “no, I’m not jealous. I love you and your weird robot.”

Sam laughed and didn’t retort, resting his head on Bucky’s shoulder as they turned on the TV.

~~~

Bucky did get a little jealous when Sam had to sleep on the couch because he didn't want to disturb Redwing ‘napping’ on his lap. He was still jealous, despite how adorable Sam looked with the blanket around his shoulders and drooling on the backrest of the couch.

~~~

Bucky could have handled hogging Sam or Redwing hovering or wondering if the drone was recording while he and Sam were just being domestic, but he drew the line at forcing him to stay in his apartment.

“Okay, freak,” Bucky announced to the drone, “I’m going shopping. Do you need anything?”

The drone didn’t respond. Bucky pulled the jacket on and stuffed his keys in one of the pockets. The drone followed his movements as he got ready to go outside. “I’m going out now,” Bucky informed him before he turned around to leave the apartment.

The drone was staring right back at his face as he moved towards the door. Bucky didn’t jump this time, long used to how Redwing could sneak up on people. “God, how do you do that? Did Stark figure out teleportation or something?”

The drone flew mute, as always. Bucky sighed and went to open the door but Redwing blocked his hand before he could reach the knob. “Ow! Son of a bitch!” he cursed as his hand crushed against the drone, “what, what’s the matter? I can’t leave my home now?”

The drone didn’t respond.

“You know, most pets beg for their owners to take them outside.”

The drone still didn’t respond.

Bucky sighed, and reached for the door, more gently this time, and managed to successfully open the door.

Bucky cheered triumphantly, “not so tough now, huh?”

The drone didn’t show any sign that he understood but when Bucky tried to exit he blocked his way.

“Seriously?” Bucky huffed. He moved an inch to the left quickly and the drone zoomed towards him. “Seriously?” he complained and tried to move another inch, slower this time. The drone followed his painstakingly slow movements, centimeter for centimeter. “You motherfucker.”

He tried to get through the door from the left side and the right side, but wherever he went, Redwing followed him. “I’m going to walk out of this door like a normal person,” he told Redwing, “I’m not going to limbo under you, or jump over you, or fight you or anything like that, so. Get. Out. Of. My. Way.”

Three minutes later, Bucky found himself on his knees, face to face with the drone, “you know, if Sam didn’t like you so much, I would dismantle you piece by piece.”

~~~

Sam paused at the open doorway, looking at his boyfriend and his drone staring at one another.

“Are you having a staring contest?” Sam quipped, “because that’s our thing.”

“It won’t let me leave,” Bucky complained.

Sam raised an eyebrow, walking through the front door, “it? You used to call him him.” Redwing followed him, softly nudging Sam’s head and asking to be pet.

Bucky threw his hands in the air in frustration, “him is for things who aren’t menaces!”

“That’s not my experience,” Sam joked, petting Redwing as it asked.

Bucky glared at him, “that’s not funny. That drone is the executor of Tony Stark’s will and it is trying to kill me!”

Sam laughed, “don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic?”

“Two days ago, I swear I saw it give me a withering stare while it was on your chest.”

“He’s a drone, Bucky,” Sam emphasized, “they don’t have expressions.”

“Doesn’t stop him from doing all the other human stuff!”

“Bucky,” Sam shook his head, “Redwing likes you.”

Bucky scoffed, “if Redwing was armed, it'd kill me in my sleep.”

“No, he wouldn’t.”

“When’s our next battle? I bet it'll finish the job then!”

“If only I had a schedule of that...”

“That thing drives me crazy!”

“Bucky!” Sam exclaimed, “all those things Redwing does, he does because he likes you.”

Bucky blinked.

“Think about it,” Sam began explaining, “for weeks after you moved in, he hasn’t moved from his spot, but now he has suddenly decided to move?”

“It has decided it can no longer be passive about me anymore?” Bucky suggested.

“Or-” Sam suggested his interpretation, “-he decided he can trust you and he wants to get to know you.”

Bucky peaked at Redwing behind him, “seems unlikely.”

Sam raised his hands, “don’t ask me to explain his bad taste.”

Bucky looked at the drone, “it likes me.”

Sam nodded, “and unfortunately, so do I.”

"It has a weird way of showing it," Bucky pointed out.

Sam grinned, "well, so do you."

~~~

“What do I do?” Bucky whispered to Sam, panicked.

Sam shook his head. "Pet him, you moron," he told him fondly.

The drone has decided to land in his lap. Changing Redwing’s batteries was like feeding a dog, and now Redwing has decided that Bucky deserved affections. Bucky carefully put his hand on top of the drone’s surprisingly warm metal and started rubbing his hand on the shell.

“There you go,” Sam congratulated him and put his head on Bucky’s shoulder, his hand on the drone, joining the petting. He turned on the TV, “what do you want to watch tonight?”

Bucky looked at Sam, at how calm and happy he looked because of Bucky and Redwing getting along. He looked down at the drone steadily purring louder in his lap.

“Yeah,” he thought, “this is a happy ending.”

#sambucky #winterfalcon #sam wilson #Bucky Barnes #redwing #winterfalcon fic #sambucky fic #winter falcon #falcon #winter soilder #captain america #druwrites #bucky barnes x sam wilson #sam wilson x bucky barnes #marvel #MCU #fatws #falcon and the winter solider #userpavi

327 notes · View notes

obsessivelycapricious · 3 years

Text

Got an idea for a reader insert fic for the DC universe. I'm probably not going to write it so I'm putting it out there like this instead. Hell if anyone wants to run with this then brilliant. Just shoot me a message and we can talk. Its female reader insert and can be for many different pairings. Male/female/platonic. Mostly with villains.

Shes an artist and her paintings aren't really very popular as they tend to depict the underbelly of Gotham and usually feature a villain or two. the Elite don't like to dwell on such things so theres a bunch of canvases in her apartment unsold.

Shes also got a dark past and made some dumb romantic choices when she was younger. Sionis almost ran her out of town but Gotham is her home and she has nowhere else to go. Batman had to save her. It was a whole thing. She's still terrified of the black mask.

But then we reach an anniversary of Batman and his fight to protect the poor defenseless citizens of the city and someone picks one of her paintings to be on display at the gala. Its not even her favourite painting because to her it just isn't quite finished yet.

So she attends, rather reluctantly putting on a dress and everything. any interested potential buyers decide not to after hearing her describe the rest of her collection which is predictable but disappointing but at least she can admire the pretty people.

Just as things get interesting and she meets the one and only Bruce Wayne - did he just flirt with her? - disaster strikes as the joker and his goons interrupt the event with some typical scheme. Joker throws one of his blades into the heart of her painting during his dramatic monologue and she stares at the painting. Realising its finally complete.

She gets home safe from the gala after batman swoops in and saves her again. But at least this time its by proxy so she can keep some of her dignity. But when she gets home all of her paintings are gone and her apartment has been turned over. She finds out days later that the painting in the gala has also been taken.

A few weeks later she is walking home from work and is kidnapped and bundled into the back of a van. She's terrified its Sionis catching up to her again but they drag her into the basement of a seemingly random club and when they take the bag off her head she is sat at a table with Gotham's infamy elite. Cobblepot, the riddler, two face, mr. freeze, the list goes on. It could also include ivy and Selena kyle maybe harley too? At the top end of the table in command position sits the joker.

They explain, through no small amount of bickering and insults thrown between each other, that they have a proposition for her. They want to give her the opportunity to deal her paintings exclusively to them. First refusal goes to the villain that features in the painting and after that they'll arrange an auction. If no one wants the painting then it can be sold elsewhere.

Our reader is no meek and mild wallflower and can hold her own in the room negotiating a fee for herself for the paintings already stolen and future installments for exclusivity and convincing them to offer her protection. They laugh at first and wonder why she would need protection when the worse gotham has to offer is in the room with her now but she shudders and suggests that if Sionis is no match for them then they won't mind making sure he doesn't get near her again. Her one caveat to the deal is that if the batman shows an interest he gets first dibs. He did save her life after all.

And so begins an unlikely partnership with Gotham's criminal underbelly. Because they arent house trained and dont seem to understand how to use a door properly, her appartment keeps getting broken into when a new batch of paintings is ready to go. Johnny frost is usually the one who drops off her pay.

Sometimes she comes across her new clients in unexpected places. She meets Edward Nigma while out to buy the paper who spent his morning coaching her through various riddles. Sometimes she finds a car waiting outside to take her to Penguins club or on the very rare occasion she finds an errant joker in her apartment, constantly keeping her on her toes with his bouts of madness. She gets to know a few of them on an almost intimate level though she is vigilant enough to never cross that line. They somehow always keep her out of the mob business they conduct so she always has plausible deniability and so they dont have a good reason to kill her.

Meanwhile, Sionis hears from Victor Zsaz that our reader is flourishing rather than hiding away scared for her life like he left her. Whats more she is painting again and for other people?? This wont do. She belongs to him and only him.

So begins our final act where sionis carries out his diabolical plan and the readers favourite villian swoops in and saves the day. This could be a choose your own ending sort of thing where the reader can pick who she wants. Including batman and a version where the villians all team up and work together. Or yknow. Writers choice if youd rather just write one. Im a fan of it being the joker or batman or nightwing/robin (if you fit some interaction in between the plot so theres enough intent there)

Then the finale to it may be romantic and may end with the reader and their fave releasing the pent up tension between the two. Or if youd rather have a more platonic non relationshipy ending you could have the reader finish off sionis and take that step into villainy herself.

Ta daaaa! The end.

Message me if you wanna use the story! I would love to read it or see stuff about it.

#dc comics #dc fic #joker x you #batman x you #reader insert #fic idea #penguin x you #riddler x reader #joker x reader #batman x reader #nightwing x you #robin x you #ivy x you #catwoman x reader

103 notes · View notes

heyitsyn · 4 years

Text

Manager!Seijoh Part 4

a/n: I LIVE FOR THESE MANAGER SEIJOH ASKS LIKE BLS TAKE OVER MY LIFE

(i originally planned to write the other schools for the manager scenario like theyre already in my drafts with plans and partly written out but like seijoh is my TOP PRIORITY (sorry pls dont hate me) BC THEY ARE MY BOIS)

also, most of my ask box is all for a kyoken ending and kyoken fluff and aoba johsai fluff and im quaking bc this is spurring me to create more aoba johsai imagines and my love for the other schools is just like being overshadowed by our little plant babies :’)

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon request: Im the anon who mentioned the chaos about the dating and can I say I love it!!! 🙏🙏 i kinda have this hc for the boys that they fight whenever they go on bus rides, just because they want yn to sit next to them. But she usually sits next to the calmer members?? The reason the boys fight?? She may or may not have fallen asleep a few times, her head on kyo/iwa shoulder. 🥺🥺

LMAO THAT PART JUST REEKED CHAOTIC ENERGY AND SHE WOULD TOTALLY SIT NEXT TO THEM JUST TO SPITE THE OTHERS AND I LOVE THE IRONY LIKE THE MOST AGGRESSIVE LOOKING ARE THE SOFTEST AND CALMEST TOWARDS HER LIKE PLEASE KYOKEN AND IWA ARE JUST LITTLE SOFT BEANS AND DESERVE THE WORLD

(bruh im so soft for iwa and kyo like my best bois and i must write them out IMMEDIATELY bc theyre so uggghhhhhh!!!!!!!)

MY TWO MEN IN ONE GIF GOD HAS BLESSED ME-

oh dear

bus rides,,,,, yep here we go

the team is usually peaceful and civil w each other (minus iwa literally beating oiks up but thats irrelevant information)

like they dont really have fights or have any arguments bc they meet up every saturday to talk about the week and if anybody had any concerns or anything they were mad about since it was like a family meeting

but boy oh boy

when you entered this family,,, arguments and misunderstandings happened once a week

‘no! y/n-chan said she was going to go shopping with me!’

‘um, she already agreed to go to to the arcade w me’

‘wait, she told me we were going to go visit that cafe!’

yes you agreed to do those things w them but you never assigned a date

your attention was something that these boys were always wanting since they only see you during club hours and practices

their jealousy gets really ugly sometimes and the two first years actually get all smug about it

‘hm, y/n, we still up for studying later?’

you ruffled his hair and smiled up at him

‘yep! we need to set an alarm though or else i’d end up staying after 1 in the morning again’

‘great. cant wait’

kunimi rarely shows any emotion towards his senpais but they couldnt miss the smug smirk that made oikawa grip the volleyball and mattsun holding him back

god hes such a little shite

everyone knows that the first years have a upperhand than them bc of your same grade so the upperclassmen were much more sensitive to spending time with you outside of practice

and they liked to spend that time wisely

when the time for away games come, you weren’t that worried about it

i mean,, why would you when boarding the bus is going to be so early in the morning at like 4 in the morning and theyd be sleeping the whole time so you get peace and quiet

in fact, you were looking forward!

but nope!

jesus took the wheel and said no

instead, you were watching the team members shouting and yelling at each other at the asscrack of dawn

say sike rn

the 2 coaches were actually not there yet so they werent able to help you and whip the boys to order so here you were, bleary eyed and clearly still tired, sighing and rolling your eyes at the fight

‘SHE SITS WITH ME! IM TEAM CAPTAIN! I GET DIBS!’

‘NO! YOU DROOL ON HER AND MESS UP HER CLOTHES! YOU LIKE MAKKI-SENPAI MORE, RIGHT, Y/N-CHAN?!’

now you might be asking me, ‘author-chan, why are they fighting so hard for something as simple as a bus ride?’

well, my young grasshoppers, this is not just a simple bus ride

you are infamous in the team to be a sleeper

no matter what form of transportation, bus, car, any surface, you found yourself in dream land

yall i wish i was like that

the sleep paralysis demon beside my bed says otherwise

they freak out and fight over even a simple touch of affection from you, do you really think they wouldnt fight tooth and nail to being your pillow and freely watching your adorable sleeping face?

these men are fighting as if they were fighting something serious like a world war

lmao with how intensely theyre fighting, it practically is

but there were two players who actually didnt care either way since they only wanted you to be the most comfortable and they werent exactly the most squishiest members

in fact, they were basically all muscle and probably not the most comfortable

NOPE I BELIEVE THAT IWA IS IN FACT ONE OF THE MOST COMFIEST AND BEST PILLOWS IN THE ENTIRE HAIKYUU UNIVERSE

totally not my bias talking or anything

so it was no surprise when they didnt get themselves involved

iwa was already done w them and goes in the bus because mom deserves a nap

naturally, kyo follows the leader and boards the bus after him, leaving the others to fight it out in the school parking lot

you were happy that they were too distracted that they wouldnt notice you sneaking away into the bus and you were slightly disappointed that out of all the seats, kyo had to sit in the one-seater by the front

so you immediately went over to the other person, who was iwa-san, and he was just settling in, pulling out his teal blanket

you blinked at him when he caught you stare but he gently smiled before opening the blanket

‘i was never a fan of window seats anyways’

you happily bounced over to him and you placed your bag at the overhead compartment bc seijoh is bougee and can afford everything before you climbed over him to the seat next to the window

iwaizumi tried to make you as comfortable as he can so he kept the seat divider thing yanno what im talking about? between you

but his eyes widened when you casually pulled it up and snuggled closer to him

youve done this before so he opened his right arm for you to cuddle closer but he was still surprised

meanwhile,,,

you just closed your eyes with a smile as you pulled the blanket to your chin and practically glomped yourself to iwa

ugh im so jealous of you!!!!!!!!!!

‘hmmmm, youre so warm iwa-san. youre like,,,,, jacob from twilight’

his eyebrow quirked and he smiled, wrapping his arm around you and tightly holding you close

‘oh? the werewolf?’

he felt your head nod

‘mhm. so warm, and strong, yet so gentle and soft’

by now, both your legs were already swung over his lap and head on his chest as you sat sideways

his fingers traced circles around your middle as his other hand was fiddling with your fingers

‘didnt he like mark a little girl?’

‘iwa-san dont talk about that!’

his laugh grumbled his chest and you giggled, trying to become even closer towards his naturally warm chest and inhale his scent

lavender mixed with peppermint

it was such an odd combination from the people you knew and you were immediately drawn to it

thats why you usually wore his jacket rather than your own

he always gets confused as to where it is but you steal it and watch him look for it

you didnt hear that from me though

it didnt take a long time for you to fall asleep and by the time the 2 coaches finally arrived and yelled at the players, they were already late

‘oikawa, i thought youd handle this properly!’

oiks whimpered from the coach’s scolding but apologized then pushed everyone in

the sight in front of them made them both boil in jealousy and squeal in uwus

you, the softest and sweetest and kindest little flower human being, being cuddled up to iwaizumi, the brute and bara arms and the ultra macho strong man, who had his head on top of you

KYAAAAAAAA

even though they knew you were a heavy sleeper and iwa slept like a rock, they still quieted down and silently walked over to their seats, hissing and shushing at anyone who even made the slightest bit of noise

rustle of the bags?

SSSSHHHHHH

seat creaking as they sit down?

SSSHHHHHHHH

they only let this slide bc your sleeping face was just so cute and they didnt have the heart to wake you up

and also face the wrath of titan iwa and be thrown into the atlantic ocean like oikawa did one time

when you finally arrived at the stadium, they waited for a rough 10 minutes just to figure out how to wake you up

they didnt want to wake up iwa first and have him yell at them but they didnt want to wake you up first either

but kyo didnt understand the dilemma and instead just goes to the back where yall were at and he goes to the seat behind you so he could reach you easily and tickles your cheek

the team is just like 👁️👄👁️

your nose scrunches at this tingling sensation until it continues so you open your eyes and finds kyo just smiling down at you

oiks is literally shaking bc he could see the smallest smile on kyo’s face

‘wake up’

with his gruff voice, it sounded like he was ordering you around but you knew he couldnt help it and blinked tiredly at him, giving him a smile of your own

‘hm, hi kyo-san’

you winced at the sudden appearance of the sunlight and that made you fully wake up before flinched at the eyes of the other players

‘hello, everyone’

you said slowly and you sat up, noticing iwa still sleeping

oiks held his breath bc hes been friends w iwa since he was still a baby and he knows that its like waking up a sleeping dragon

‘wait y/n-chan-’

but you didnt listen and poked his nose

‘iwa-san? iwa-san, we’re here’

you cooed and the poking made his eyes flutter open and with his head still tilted to the side, he swore he saw an angel by the way the sunlight hit the back of your head giving you a smiling angel effect

hm, i could get used to seeing this when i wake up

you grinned and when he finally stretched, you sat up stright, waiting for iwa to get up so you could slide out

but kyo was an impatient little bean and just hoisted you out of there and towards him behind the seat

‘come on. i got your bag’

he mumbled and you nodded, letting him hold your hand

lmao wait i forgot the time this is set

this is set during the 2nd inter-high okay? okay

oiks was still complaining at kyo and iwa hogging you but you didnt listen and continued walking towards the entrance, glancing around at the other teams

as usual, oiks and iwa were walking to the front bc yanno, captain and vice-captain, while you and kyo walked at the back, mainly bc you didnt want any player to stray off like kindaichi did last time and look for him for hours

kyo gripped your hand and you turned your head to look at him to see his eyes glaring at anything

you chuckled which made him look down at you, the glare slowly disappearing

‘hm, kyo-san, you should really invest in contacts. it doesnt matter if wearing glasses makes you feel like a nerd bc you still need it to see’

he scrunched his nose when you scolded him and he was about to retort when him and the team caught the whisperings of the nearby teams

‘oh my god, seijoh and the beautiful manager’

‘how old is she? i hope shes at least a second year’

‘ngh id tap that’

IM BLEEHHHHH

‘is he her boyfriend? if so, the competition isnt that hard then’

kyo growled and was about to lunge at the yellow jacketed boy but you held him back, also worriedly looking at your boys

‘seijoh, down’

you ordered and they shrunk back, opting to just glaring heatedly at the other teams

you could still feel kyo shaking at rage to them sexualizing you but your hands squeezing him and the other hand rubbing his arm helped him control it

‘dont make a scene, kyo-san. its your first competition since your suspension, right? and you love volleyball so please keep it in. i can protect myself’

you whispered but he let go of your hand and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close and continuing to glare at everyone as if he was asserting dominance

‘if they touch you-’

‘ill kick them between the legs, i know. you told me already’

you teased and he hummed in agreement

when they played, they were at ease bc the two coaches were there and they were also protective of you like their own so they wouldnt have to worry about someone to go after you

however,,

as they were warming up for the second game, you had to quickly fill up their water bottles bc they were already tired and dehydrated so you needed to fill them up

and they were all busy and you didnt want to bother them and you were going to be quick anyways so you just took the case of bottles and ran to the nearby water fountain

you were hurriedly filling them up and at your last bottle, you were about to cap it when you felt a presence behind you

he stood close and his arms snaked around your waist but you hurriedly tightened the lid and whacked him at the head with the heavy bottle

you continuously hit him and kicked him between the legs before hitting him again

‘DONT TOUCH ME AGAIN!’

you shouted and iwa and kyo were watching from the end of the hallway, panting from running so fast since they heard your shouts

okay a little flashback,

kyo was watching you from his perepharal vision and when he went up to spike, he took his eyes off of you for ONE DAMN SECOND and you nyoomed out of there

when he didnt see you anywhere, he wildly looked around and this caught the attention of the vice-captain

‘oi! kyotani! whats wrong?’

‘y/n. where is she?’

they took off running and the team was just like what

then they heard shouts and kyo knew it was you

his mad dog senses

hehe get it

he as about to tackle the guy but he saw you beat him with a water bottle and eventually taking another bottle and kicking him and hitting him with the two waters

the player cowered and scrambled to get away bc wow this girl was psycho

um no sir, she was protecting herself from hormonal testosterone filled children like you

‘YEA GO RUNNING! COME TO ME AGAIN AND ILL BEAT YOU UP HARDER! DISGUSTING! TRASH! GROSS! SCUM!’

maybe it was because the last time you were touched without consent was when you got bullied but you were definitely fighting harder and more aggressive at protecting yourself

you turned around and the rage from your eyes disappeared when you saw the two boys there

‘hey iwa-san! kyo-san! sorry, i needed to fill the water bottles!’

you grinned and placed the bottles back to the case before lugging it up

my god their eyes were shining

yep, thats my girl

when their games were over for the day, they made their way to the exit where the bus was at and you and kyo stayed behind again

you caught the eye of the guy and his team and you and kyo glared at him, both wearing a sadistic smile

UGH YALL ARE COUPLE GOALS I SWEAR

kyo even went up to him and the team shrunk leaving the guy standing there in fear at the look on his face

‘listen, i dont like it when my baby girl gets touched by filthy shite like you. so do it again, and ill chop those damn fingers of yours, got it?’

lmao he’ll come for your ankles

the guy just nodded in fear while his team were cowering at the back

you chuckled and pulled kyo to go bc as much as you liked watching this, you needed to go to the bus to go home

‘cmon, kyo, i want to go. im getting a headache from the smell of garbage’

he shifted his gaze to you and sent you a soft smile

‘okay. lets go’

hah you thought it ends there?

kyo is a dramatic little shite so he made a show of grabbing your waist and kissing your temple before flashing them a finger

oiks was tapping his foot impatiently at the bus and when you and kyo emerged from the entrace, he was about to snatch you up but kyo stood in front of you

‘EH?! KYOKEN-CHAN, I WANT TO SIT WITH Y/N-CHAN!’

‘no’

he said and didnt say anything else as he pulled you to the bus and into a two seater where you sat at the window again and he sat on the outside

‘hah? you want to sit next to me, kyo-san?’

you teased but he flushed red, hurriedly hiding in your neck

you laughed and brought a hand up to caress his nape

‘mhm’

he mumbled and you pursed your lips to hide the squeal

‘youre so cute, kyo-san’

‘not cute’

‘very cute’

‘no’

‘AM I CUTE Y/N-CHAN?’

‘SHUT UP SHITTYKAWA’

kyoken got away from your neck and went to hit the captain

oikawa screamed

a/n: my first week of school was so weird bc we only have like 2 days and the other days are just free days bc we havent really done anything except talk about our classes but im just hating this system like ugh i actually want to go to school bc ya girl is going to a tech school and this 2-day a week is not the vibe

914 notes · View notes

candyopala · 3 years

Text

Stuck in his ways, Chapter 5

Chapter Summary: Y/N’s training begins, but not before she discovers one of Obito’s secrets.

Words: 1.7k

AO3

Please reblog or like if you enjoy, comments are always welcome <3

5:30 in the morning. It is the sixth time Y/N has woken up. This whole concussion thing has messed up her whole sleeping schedule, she tried her best to get some rest, but to no avail. She ended up sleeping for about fourteen or fifteen hours between small intervals, but she feels worse than before.

Y/N drags herself out of bed, makes some coffee, and brushes her teeth, the whole deal. Having a constant roof above her head is nice, she has to admit that. Not having to worry about wild animals and the climate is cool, but the warmth of a bed is the best part of it. Tying her brand new bandana on her forehead, she leaves the small apartment and heads to the training grounds on the outskirts of the village.

She makes her way through the village’s main market, trying to avoid stumbling onto the hundreds of busy people bustling around her. Watching people attend to their duties and following their routines has always been a hobby of hers, she always found interest in seeing people who can afford to do the same thing every day, have some sort of routine. Can she consider herself one of them now? No, maybe not. Ninjas are always doing different missions and whatnot; their routines are as fucked up as a merc’s. Maybe she can become a baker in another life, who knows?

Around the corner, a hand blocking her way surprises her. At the end of it is a medium height man with his hair tucked into some sort of fabric, with bits of brown hair coming out of the sides. The man holds a toothpick between his lips, accompanied by a smug smile and an attitude that instantly annoys Y/N.

“’Sup babygirl, how come I’ve never seen you around?”

“I’ve been busy for the last 26 years”

“Busy living in my dreams, I bet”

“Busy fucking you mom, actually”

The sleazy type is the worst in Y/N’s opinion. Nothing disgusts her more than someone who thinks they’re hot shit just because they’re attractive. She pushes him away and keeps on walking.

“Ouch! Feisty, I like that. I’ll remember ya!” he states as he leaves the scene with a wink and a flick of his toothpick.

This has to be a joke, what a douchebag.

Going back on her way and observing the people, she closes into a mass of messy short black hair. The man has his back turned to her, but by the jonin vest and height, she assumes it could be… no, wait… it could not be! This man is helping an old lady carry a shitload of groceries, he would never be nice enough to do that.

Could it be him!?

From afar, she changes angle to try and catch a glimpse of his face. After much difficulty dodging busy locals, she is able to see clearly and… it’s Obito! Obito Uchiha helping a poor old lady carry her stuff, I wish I had a camera on me. She thinks of approaching him, but she decides against it in favor of watching from a distance to see where this goes.

Turns out the frail woman lives on the other side of town. Obito sure enough has carried all that stuff through the worst climbs Y/N has ever seen on a city. But that was not all: he was being extra nice. He laughed at all her jokes and even smiled back at her. This is grade A entertainment.

When they finally reach her destination, the old lady pulls out a lollypop and gives it to him. Y/N immediately loses her shit, almost falling from the ceiling she is in because of her fit of laughter. Before she can compose herself, she notices a presence behind her. She was discovered, but who cares? She has seen enough. Obito towers above her, trying to look intimidating, but failing to do so since he has a lollipop on his mouth.

“First you invade my house, now you’re following me. Are you sure I’m the one who should be called a creep?”

“Well, you’re right. Maybe I’ll start calling you… Granny Simp Uchiha©, how about that?”

“I hate you”

“Ow, I’m so hurt, oh my god, how could you? But seriously, I didn’t mean to intrude, but when I saw that… I needed to see more to believe it” She states as she breaks into another fit of laughter

“Let’s go, we’re late for training”

“Have you ever been on time a day of your life, though?”

“Never, I’ll probably be late for my own funeral”

“Fair enough. Wait, did you just make a joke that’s not on my expense?”

“Oh no, your dumbassery is influencing me!” He raises his gloved hands ironically

“Shut up”

~”~

They both reach the training grounds at around 7:30, late but not a whole lot, thanks to Obito’s kamui. Obito will have to make some slight modifications on the mission report to avoid Minato’s wrath. After a quick warmup, Obito goes straight to the point:

“How much do you even know about jutsu?”

“Well… I can do that chakra punch, maybe walk on water and trees or release genjutsu, but that’s all.”

“Not even a clone or some substitution jutsu?”

“Nope”

“So you’re basically an academy student with enough brute force to take down S rank criminals… That’s… odd”

Y/N scratches the back of her head, clearly embarrassed by her lack of training. Obito did not expect to have to teach such basic things. I mean, if he wanted to teach people stuff he would have signed up for a job at the academy. He still cannot believe Minato sensei is putting him up to this babysitting job.

He needs to do well on this mission if he wants to get back onto the Hokage’s good side and guarantee his position as the next one. This is his second day with Y/N and things have been insane and… fun? No, he should not be thinking like that. Perhaps he should also go talk with Kushina and ask her to convince sensei to let him go from this one; he was always her favorite after all.

“Granny simp? You ok? Did I disappoint you that much?”

Obito fixes his bandana’s position over his left eye, trying to get himself out of his head. He is here now, so he had better get to work. If he can control himself enough not to put her under a nasty genjutsu for calling him that again, that is.

“Call me that again and I’ll tell everyone that you saw me naked”

“You were not naked, dickhead. And what’s wrong with that?”

“Uhm…?”

“…?”

“Anyway… we’ll start with some cloning jutsu. Have you ever done any seals?”

“Only one or two”

“Try to copy what I’m doing”

“Hey! Stop doing it so fast!”

She honestly seems to be giving her best, but her hand signs are not quite right and the chakra distribution on her network must be all wrong, judging by her failure in producing something that seems to be remotely human. This takes Obito’s memory back to his old academy days, back when he could not do a single clone properly. He would spend whole nights awake training to achieve something passable. Rin helped him a lot back then. The only thing he has ever taught someone was that sexy jutsu to Naruto. To say Kushina was mad was an understatement.

“Concentrate your chakra all along your body, not only on your hands”

“Hum… right, can I get a lollipop after this?”

Four hours later and Y/N has finally mastered two basic jutsu: substitution and cloning. She almost passed out several times due to exhaustion, but thanks to some food pills, she is enduring todays training much better.

Obito has been analyzing her every movement with his sharingan. Looking closely her techniques lack grace, truly a sign of someone who learned everything they know by experience. He needs to fix that too.

Her endurance is also remarkably low. If she were to fight right now, she could do maybe two or three jutsu before passing out, making her rely solely onto her speed and blade habilities. The girl is more of a samurai than a ninja at this point. Examining her file earlier, he noticed that her chakra reserves are not that low as she has stated before, according to the medical department she has an average quantity of it. She just lacks the ability to use it properly.

Some very hard work is in order; it could take some months to get her into decent shape. That would be too much time and effort for Obito, there has to be another way of dealing with this mission quicker.

He did not want to do this, but he will have to talk to Kakashi for some teaching tips. Hell, if he was able to teach anything useful to Naruto he will be able to come up with a routine to help Y/N’s training.

I just hope he doesn’t decide to bother me about this situation…

After dropping Y/N on her house, with much protest from her part, Obito heads to the village’s café to meet with Kakashi Hatake. He knows that the ninja likes to spend his late afternoons reading his porn books accompanied by some coffee, disgusting stuff if you ask Obito. The coffee, that is. He has no formed opinion on porn books.

Approaching the store, he spots his friend’s mass of upward pointing grey hair. Something is different about him, though. Kakashi is usually… a very apathetic person. The look he gave Obito had chills running the Uchiha’s spine, he looked, well, excited.

“Obito! I finally found you! Sit down”

Aliens killed him and this is a body double. Or this is one of Gai’s practical jokes. Obito is honestly stumped.

“Are you ok bakashi?”

“Great! So… who’s the girl?”

Great, just awesome.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Of course you know, everyone is talking about how you were seen walking up and down with some mysterious gal. I’m so happy for you! Finally you’re going to stop being a sad grumpy bachelor! I’ll call dibs on the position of best-man” and suddenly Kakashi jumps up from his seat, coming closer to Obito’s face “Have you guys done it yet? Did she run away from you and now you need my advice? You could use some techniques from Icha I-”

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Those books are rotting your brain, seriously what the hell?”

“So is it true?”

#Obito #Jonin Obito #obito x reader #obito x you #obito uchiha #uchiha obito #uchiha #naruto fanfiction

23 notes · View notes

mercale · 3 years

Note

Would actually be very curious which thinkfast fics you recommend, if it ain't too much a bother

*cracks knuckles* also if someone knows that some writer on this list is also here on tumblr, let me know so I can update this with their tumblr info. Anyway, recs under the cut because it is nice to respect our mobile users. And those I feel like you should go read ASAP will have an asterisk at the end of the description. Warning: none of those are short

Let The Earth Sing Green by Ardatli who is also a lovely person here on the Tumblrs @ardatli - Basically Young Avengers Meets Pacific Rim. This is actually the third/fourth It’s complicated in a series called Waves and Particles. I really do recommend the whole thing. It’s fucking amazing, and each story has a whole different sort of intrigue to them. As a note, all of this series has NSFW parts. *

Retail Hell With the Young Avengers by thepinupchemist which is a series that is basically what it says on the label. Young Avengers, but they all work at a mall. These are great and I live for when there is a new one. 1, 3, 4, 7, and 10 are the most Thinkfast focused, but they are all great. Some of these are NSFW at all, but they are well done and contemplative, and does a lot to acknowledge David’s canon background.

The Academic Publisher AU by nobodysusername This series only has two works in it so far, but I love it. The premise is that Tommy and David both work for Bishop Publishing. The first is about becoming a couple, the second about the sorts of things people have to deal with in a relationship. They’re sweet and charming and I love them so much that I’ve read them three times each. Resistance by tusktooth which is a lovely College AU. They share an electronics class and David expects never to really interact with Tommy again. Guess how wrong he is. Answer: Completely. Very cute way of going from meeting to relationship. It’s good.

You Take Me By The Heart When You Take Me By The Hand by Groco is post V2, when Tommy and David are like ‘why the fuck not move in together’ because they need something different from what they have. Best part is the chocolates, not kidding.

Write That Last Chapter With Me by Welsper is also post V2. David and Tommy end up dating, but sometimes you’re fated to become an eldritch abomination who serves as the shepherd of a god. Tommy calls bullshit, and probably already called dibs. So he’s getting his man back.

Mobius Strip by always_a_birthday_girl If you haven’t read this already, why? If nothing else, the description of it alone is great: ‘David tries to impose order on the multi-colored tsunami of bouncy balls that is his life, with varying results.’ Fuck that’s good. This follows David through the year after Mother is defeated. Literally starts at the party. There are so many twists and turns here that I won’t say much more other than it also has an alt ending that I LOVE and twists I never saw coming. I need to reread this now. *

I Know I’ve Kissed You Before, But I Didn’t Do It Right by tessthompsonsbitch Another post V2 sorta thing. David flat out knows he has feelings for Tommy. Life is awkward. Billy thinks David can do anything to influence Tommy. Which he does, into accidentally living with him. Which sucks because Tommy’s into women and they sleep over and David’s going slowly mad. A VERY slow burn in a 22k oneshot and you will be screaming ‘JUST KISS ALREADY’ pretty early on. But it’s good.

Whirlwind by VanaTuivana which is another post v2 (so many of these are, it was my jam for so long). The short version of this one is David is TERRIBLE at communication and realizing things. That’s okay, Tommy’s determined. It’s also a fic that remembers David has a sister, so extra points. Honestly, Tommy’s the smart one here and it’s hilarious. Also, NSFW. I know it’s labeled Mature, but it’s earned an E imo.

The Long Fall by ApolloAttraction a nice Soulmate AU. Premise of this one is that when you fall in love with someone, the next words they say after you realize it appear on your wrist. But after you fall out of love with them, the next words you say after you realize it appear on the other wrist. It’s a beautiful but sometimes painful piece about falling in love, and realizing sometimes that what you wanted isn’t what you want now, and how people call in love in different ways.

I Believe In A Thing Called Love also by ApolloAttraction and also a soulmate AU one. This one is based on people only seeing color when their soulmate is near, and they don’t get to keep them until they kiss their soulmate. Which is frustrating for David because he keeps getting random flashes of color, there and gone too fast for him to figure it out. David doesn’t know how to deal with this.

What You Can’t Outrun by Ishmael and if you can’t tell by the title it’s post V2, I don’t know what to say. It’s about David and Tommy trying to find a way to live after the Mother Incident, actually plays with the Watcher Data, nothing and no one is really okay, and things just keep happening. David’s falling for a guy that isn’t interested, Tommy doesn’t want emotions involved, but slowly something starts to happen. DEFINITELY NSFW. Mostly it feels to me to be about learning how to accept things that you never expected to find. *

The Unaddressed Kiss by Capybara which is another post v2 oneshot over 20k. It’s about the aforementioned kiss, and coming to accept what you want. Which isn’t easy for David. Also, VERY NSFW.

Slow Down, Crazy Child by bisexualgambit Going to note that this one has some formatting issues. There isn’t an extra hard return after paragraphs. Which, if you can work through it, gives you a wonderful contemplative story from Tommy’s PoV, where he meets Jean-Paul Beaubier by accident. Jean-Paul has a lot of insight about what it’s like. He offers advice and they bond. It’s nice, and written WELL BEFORE X-Factor had these two meet. And it has bonus points for the writer agreeing with me that David is absolutely a Blackhawks fan and VERY intense on hockey.

Speed and Direction by Zeef which is unfinished. I don’t care. It’s great. The premise is that Tommy actually ends up at Xavier’s while David is there. Also, his powers turn out to be a bit different than expected. Mostly just Tommy joining the New Mutants school team, bonding, and helping improve life there. Bascially high school romance. I hope Zeef comes back to me.

#thinkfast #tommy shepherd #david alleyne #fic recs

78 notes · View notes

nicolewoo · 3 years

Text

Please Daddy Part 5

Pairing: Joe Anaoi X Reader (Roman Reigns X Reader)

Warning: Smut including fingering of a girl.

We were on our way to the club when I got a phone call from Ann. “This can’t be good.” I say as I press call button. “Is everything ok?”

Ann’s voice came through the car speakers. “Yes, but I need you to help liaison tonight.” Club meetings were very involved. First the doms and subs met separately to discuss any issues with the other group. The liaisons of the doms and subs met together before the entire club joined for a group meeting. “What’s going on? Why do you need me?” I asked.

Her timid voice answered. “I’d do it myself, but we are voting on a new member that I think is going to interest all the single subs. I’m hoping you can remind the subs of proper behavior with famous members.”

“Really?” My mind flashed back to when I met Henry. There were so many things to remember about protocol. How we had to handle being out in public. “Who are they voting in?”

Ann paused before answering. “Chris Evans.”

“You THINK every sub will be interested?” I said sarcastically.

Ann laughed at the joke, but the grunt that came from Joe wasn’t a laugh. He was displeased. Jealous maybe. I reached my hand over to rest it on his leg reassuringly. I’d have to be careful to let him know he’s the only man I want tonight.

“Since you’re not interested in him, you should be the one who goes over the behavior standards.” Joe perked up after hearing Ann as I breathed a sigh of relief. Ann had easily picked up on Joe’s jealousy and was able to defuse the situation by saying I wasn’t interested. Thank you Ann!!!

“Oh. Sure. I’ll do it.” I volunteered.

___________________________________________________________________

Ann and I stood in front of the subs. Most were female, but we did have a smattering of male subs too. There was a buzz in the air as word of Chris Evans permeated the meeting room. “Calm down everyone.” Ann yelled above the din.

“Is it true?” Kelly yelled above the noise and captured everyone’s attention, the crowd prodding us along to try and get the truth.

I motioned for Ann to sit. I knew she didn’t like public speaking, and I knew that was why she wanted me here. “Everyone sit please.” I said as I took my spot at the podium. The room quieted quickly. “Yes. Chris Evans is here and has asked to join our club. Yes. He looks better in person than he does on the big screen.” I hadn’t even finished my sentences before the whole room broke out into chaos again. Words like “mine” and “dibs” were volleyed about the room. There was also a commotion about if he was straight, gay or bi or something else. “Subs, the faster we get through this, the faster you all can meet him, but first…..” The subs began to compose themselves again. “First we need to go over some standards for our behaviors.”

Now that I had everyone’s attention, it was time. “It’s been a long while since we’ve had a star of Chris’ magnitude join.” I heard someone mention Henry. “Here’s what you’ll need to remember. First and foremost, he is human. He has wants and desires like the rest of us, but don’t confuse him with the characters he plays in movies. Chris has a reputation for being an upstanding, kind and generous man. This is his PUBLIC persona. In truth, we know nothing about his preferences yet. I’m sure at least one of you will get to find out soon. For all we know, he could be the cruelest dom in the building, so tread lightly. Get to know him before jumping into signing a contract with him.

Second, give him room! I’m certain a lot of you want an opportunity to play with him, but desperation doesn’t look good on anyone. Let Chris approach you. Those of us who are in relationships will assist with introductions where possible.”

The room erupted again. “Attention!” I yelled over the noise, and the room quieted again. “Next, if you and Chris do end up together, there are complications you need to be aware of. He may or may not want your relationship to be public. If so, you’ll be criticized by his fans, and it will be relentless.” I looked to Ann who cringed at the thought of some of the press she got.

“Everyone needs to remember our #1 rule. Discretion! Just as this club is a safe haven for each of us, it needs to be Mr. Evan’s safe haven too.” There were verbal agreements all through the room. As the meeting went on, I was able to get the subs subdued a bit, but there was a palpable energy about the club for sure.

We arrived at the dom meeting room just as their meeting was breaking up. Henry quickly found Ann and glued himself to her side, but Joe was deep in conversation across the room.

“Have the subs seen Chris yet?” Henry asked.

I chortled, “I think it’s safe to say he’s going to have his choice of the available subs.”

Ann laughed, “We had trouble keeping them calm enough to have the meeting.”

“That’s good to hear.” I turned to find Mr. Evans walking up to us. To me actually. His eyes raked over me like I was prey and he was stalking. “So, when you say I can have my pick of ANY sub...” he sidled up next to me.

Something about his body language must have alerted Joe because he quickly ended his conversation and was storming to me. “You’re very sweet, but I meant the single subs.” Seeing Joe approaching me angry, Henry turned to see why, and I watched as Henry read Chris’ body language too.

Realizing his mistake, Chris started apologizing immediately. “I’m sorry. I didn’t see a cuff...”

Hen interjected. “My bad. I forgot to tell him.” He said it as much to the approaching Joe as to me. “No cuffs here, mate.” He patted Chris’ shoulder. “We don’t use cuffs here. We use necklaces instead.” My hand shot to my necklace a beautiful ruby surrounded by diamonds.

Joe arrived now, pushing between Chris and I and wrapping his arms around me. I could tell by the look on his face that he was irate. “Daddy,” I whispered to try to sooth him.

“I’m so sorry,” Chris held his hands up. “My apologies.”

Joe grumbled and looked down at me. “Are you ok, baby girl?

“I’m perfectly fine.” I said as I leaned into Joe. “Just a misunderstanding.” I was still trying to sooth Joe’s anger.

“I’m so sorry.” Chris dropped his head in a perfectly rehearsed beg for forgiveness. “I didn’t know.”

“Really, it was my fault.” Henry interrupted Chris.

I needed to defuse the situation quickly, but I wasn’t sure how. My brain raced as I tried to figure what might sooth Joe. Blow job face? Yeah… that should do it. I kept my head down and peered my eyes up at Joe with the same look I always gave him when I blew him. In theory, that should distract him. He paused a moment looking at me. He couldn’t help but smile at my obvious ploy to calm him. “No worries.” He extended a hand to Chris. “Just a misunderstanding.” He grabbed my chin and kissed me, like he was marking his territory.

“I want to thank you.” I told Ann as we relaxed with our friends.

She looked puzzled. “What did I do?”

“Earlier… in the car…” I prodded.

She reached her hand out to pat my hand and smiled big. “I figured Joe was the jealous type.” She winked at me. “Plus, I didn’t say anything that isn’t true. You really don’t like Mr. Evans.”

“I didn’t say that.” I grinned and the women around me laughed.

Ann turned to see our men sitting across the room playing cards. Following her gaze, I turned to see them too. My eyes locked with Joe’s, and a sinful grin lit up his face. “There’s only 1 man for you right now, and even Chris Evans can’t mess that up.” Everyone laughed. Everyone except me. Joe’s gaze burned through me and my body reacted.

“Do you need to go?” Stephanie asked me, turning my attention back to our friends.

Honestly, I wasn’t sure what Joe wanted, but just as I began to wonder, he nodded at me as if to say Go on. Have fun, and he focused his attention back on his friends. “No. I’ve got time.” I said with my eyes still locked on Joe.

We stayed for a couple of hours catching up. It wasn’t uncommon after meetings for the doms to keep to themselves and the subs keep to ourselves, but before too long, Henry and Chris made their way over to our group. It didn’t escape my notice that Joe immediately headed my way, almost catching up to Henry and Chris.

As the gentlemen neared, Ben, one of the subs, let out a low grumble of approval followed by “I hope he’s bi.”

As the group of doms approached us, I mused at how ALL of the subs quieted down as if we were all under their spell. Joe’s arm quickly wrapped around my waist as he approached me….. claimed me… marked his territory, and in truth, I was thrilled at his possessiveness. More than a few of the subs looked jealously at me with the giant Samoan. He placed a gentle kiss to my forehead and leaned in to whisper in my ear. “Are you having fun?” The sultry tone of his voice immediately turned me on. I took a deep breath in before answering yes. “Do you want to stay here or go home?”

Dammit! He knew what his soft whisper in my ear was doing to me. He’d already begun the scene and we weren’t even alone, but as he towered over me possessively and protectively, I relaxed into his presence and realized it was time to go home even though it was early.

“Henry, Chris.” Joe shook their hands. “It’s time for us to go home.” He kissed my temple as if he was rubbing it in that we were together. Rubbing it in to who though? The dozen or so subs that sat around us? To Henry or Chris? It honestly didn’t matter. If daddy said it’s time then it’s time.

We made our excuses and went to Joe’s car in the parking garage attached to the club. I neared the passenger side door waiting for him to open it as usual. Instead, he reached out putting his hands on the car trapping me between them. “Mine!” he growled as he buried his face in my neck, trailing soft kisses over the hot skin. “Mine.”

“Yours!” I sighed as he continued his seduction on me. He moved an arm long enough to brush my hair off my shoulder to get better access to my neck. My hands clawed at his back as he drove me mad with his teasing.

“Mine!” He looked down at me, locking my stare with his. “Remember that.” His tone was half desperation.

“Yours.” I said sweetly now. “Only yours.” The words seemed to calm him a bit, and he opened the car door allowing me to climb inside before closing the door behind me and coming around the car to the driver’s side.

Once we were on the road, Joe placed his huge, warm hand on my knee, his thumb lazily drawing circles for a minute before he slid his hand up to the hem of my dress. “Pull it up,” he commanded and I quickly did. “Underwear off,” was his next command.

Sliding the silky material down, I held the scant cloth up for him to see. He quickly grabbed it from my hands and tucked it into his pocket. “Mine!” He joked.

I intended to laugh, but his hand shot straight to my pussy, gently running a finger over my slit. When the skin parted and his finger found my moisture, he smiled wide. “Ready for me already?” I felt a little embarrassed at how quickly my body responded to him, so I kept quiet. “Good girl.” He said as he slid his finger up to my clit.

Instantly, he started circling it gently. Damn! He knew exactly how to touch me. In seconds I was already moaning in pleasure. Just when I thought I’d explode from his attention on my clit, he slid a finger inside.

This couldn’t have been safe. He split his attention between driving and getting me off, and as he leaned forward to get a better position to slide 2 fingers deep inside me, I fretted for a second but the pleasure his fingers gave me quelled my fears. Trust him… the first rule.

Closing my eyes and leaning my head against the seat, I surrendered to him. The bite of the cold winter night nipped at the edges of my consciousness, but the only thing I could focus on was his fingers. They slid in, filling me, out and slid over my clit. In filling me, out sliding over my clit…. It was a beautiful torture.

He built me up until I begged him to stop. “Daddy, please.”

“Please what?” He tried to sound innocent.

I growled in frustration. “Daddy, Stop the car. Pull over… do something. I need to cum.” I whined needily next to him as my hips bucked up to meet his hand.

“Soon baby girl. We’re just a couple of blocks away.” He chuckled. “You can make it.” He teased as he turned onto his street.

I rolled my head back and forth as my hips greedily bucked up toward his hand again. “No. Now, daddy. Please now!”

He quickly removed his fingers, resting them on my leg. Without even taking his eyes off the road he growled out, “Don’t you DARE tell daddy what to do and when to do it.” He acted mad, but when I peeked over at him, he had a devilish smirk on his face.

“I’m sorry daddy.” I hadn’t realized how bratty I was being, but seeing his smirk, I realized he was thoroughly amused. Ok. I can play brat tonight. “I just need to cum.” I sulked in my seat.

He laughed low. “You NEED what I say you need.” His amused tone of voice calmed my overheated body a bit. He pulled into his garage now, coming around to open my door as I pulled my skirt down to cover myself.

Opening the car door, he offered me his hand, and when I stood, I was wedged between the car and him. His presence was overpowering. “Come. Let me show you what you need.” He said.

@mindofasagitarius @lclb13 @serenityfiretrash @lustyromantic @reigns-5sos @bigpsychicbagelauthor @omg-im-such-a-masochist

#roman reigns #joe anaoi

72 notes · View notes

mingot-studios · 3 years

Text

Things currently polluting my mind (will be added to as i think of things)

How bad the Star vs. Finale was, and weather i should even bother trying to watch the show again at this point

The fact that the next JoJolion chapter is coming out soon and I STILL haven’t read 107 with my mom even though I’ve already read it

Not being caught up on One Piece and having 0 IDEA of whats happening at this poin as well starting to flaws with the series (racism, transphobia, and homophobia) that i knew was there but chose to ignore and weather it should hinder my relationship with the series. Also wanting to murder Oda for demoting Franky to ‘Pervy Grandma’ (srsly wtf oda)

Upset Infinity Train was cancelled even though i never watched it, and wonder why the fans cry for it to come is suddenly not happening?

The fact i’m going to be returning to in person schooling which is my personal HELL

my brother leaving for college upstate (Me and my brother have never really been that close, we fight alot but I cant imagine life without him)

The fact that my procrastination has gotten so bad that I nearly had to retake PE, World History, and English

The Owl House coming back on the 12th but i had downloaded the first 2 episodes but haven’t watched them and debating if i should, also having a meltdown over Disney screwing the show over and having its third be 3 or 4 (i cant remember) 44-minute specials

The fact that me and brother STILL haven’t finished our Yume 2kki Let’s Play

I haven’t been watching anime regularly with my mom

I haven’t posted anything to my DeviantArt or YouTube in months

I have so much energy right now but no outlets

I still haven’t tried out my drawing pad i got for my birthday last year

I have so many drawing ideas but my spiral sketchpad is filled up and I have yet to get a new one

Ive many intricit and detailed story ideas that i know im gonna forget if i dont write them down bu due my procrastination i haven’t done so im prolly gonna lose everything

The fact Thurston Waffles hasn’t posted anything since late April as well as the fact that he’s got Kidney problems

So many ideas for videos but I only have WindowsMovieMaker and the HumbleBundle my mom got me idk YEARS ago won’t install

I’m gonna be 17 at the end of September, which i only have until next June before I graduate High school, have to give up my Chromebook, start thinking about college and getting a job, possibly moving out and living on my own, the knowledge that my parents are in their late 50′s and early 60′s so hey might be gone sooner than most parents and I dont know how to function without my parents doing everything for me

These weird tingles ive been getting in my body for he pas couple days

The fact that im not gonna a kid soon and im gonna have to grow and stop doing whatever i want whenever i want and i’m gonna never accomplish my dream of creating a successful cartoon and will probably end up at a dead end job I HATE just to make ends meet and eventually dying alone because I dont wanna be in a relationship or have kids

Everything is too overwhelming. The light, the sound, my thoughts, its all too much. I wanna curl up into a tiny ball and disappear from this awful experience called life

Capitalism

i hate being so passionately when i’m upset, everyone else is calm but i have meltdowns and freaks outs over things i shouldn’t even care about or are miniscule (Comes with being autistic i guess)

I have 0 patience and i hate it

I’m starting to regress back to being a childish brat after all the progress i’ve made

i’m constantly surrounded by either criticism or praise that contradict each other so i dont know what to believe about myself

the fact that i have so many great story ideas but i cant write a cohernt thought with proper grammer or sytax or spelling o save my life, nor the art skill or the patience or the tech to draw comics

i haven seen my therapist in days and i need help but i know im not actually gonna change

having gender panic

I have no in person friends and ive forgotten how to interact with people

ive become a noodle limbed nerd

Ive gotten super skinny

I want someone o break through my shell and help me change bu I know thats just a fantasy and im the only one who can do that but im too lazy to put effort into it

everything i used to enjoy suddenly feels tedious monotonous repetitive and uninteresting

I feel trapped and scraed

The fact after being bulied so much the only way i can really assert myself is to get violent and angry because they would want me breakdown and cry

I have this image in my head of who i want to be; And badass that people including adults, are scared of and know not to fuck with me or they’ll get hurt (Basically Jotaro, bu I’ve had this image since before i even knew what jojo was) And the fact I KNOW that i’s a pointless endever and that i only dig my own grave when i get mad but its like ingrained Branded into my my psyche so im always going to larp that vision of myself but not get anywhere and only regress further

I want to address my problems and change but I never do and stay static and regress

I cant take crticisim even though i know its true

The reason im so scared of writing fanfiction is because i know its gonna be a mess despite what i think is a great story and people will end up mocking it and what little self confidence i have will shatter

Star Vs wasted potential

the fact that I dont know where to take the whole “Rubi dies at the end of he first season but comes back o life except she’s not actually she’s just a walking meat sack containing an anchint eldritch god that will, sooner or later, burst out of her and destroy her body, and she’s fighting for control of her ow body due to Skarlotus trying to devor her soul and Data’s medience is only delaying the inevitable” storyline of my concept cartoon, The Crypto Club

I have an AMAZING idea for an Invader Zim storyline that has fascism, rascism, mass genocide, child soldiers, political intrigue, propaganda, baiscally space hitler and more (okay that came out sound REALLY bad, but NONE of it painted as good!) It also involves Zim and Dib coming together to stop an even bigger threat and there is a really ironic ending that brings my OC GA83′s story full circle

#the owl house #yume 2kki #thurston waffles #star vs the forces of evil #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #jojolion #one piece #vent #save infinity train #infinity train #amphibia #gravity falls #the crypto club #invader zim #Princess Ovilium Midorihato Metamorphosis Androma Serugi The First #Princess Ovil

30 notes · View notes

onlyhereforangst · 3 years

Text

WWR

i mean i only had three weeks to get it done so naturally i’m finishing it three days before the next ep airs, would you expect anything less?

Ok we start off hot with a subtly jealous Nick scene and I love it. Ellie is like stunned that such a thing even exists “a covid crush” because lets be honest, she probably has no eyes for anyone else at this point - even if it’s been a YEAR (well 10ish months) a whole ass YEAR since the jail cell scene and can I just tell you I am mad about that. Why they do us dirty and skip a whole dang year?? Why can’t we quick flash forward every couple of months?? I mean I know it has felt like an entire year has gone by in a week, RIP 2020 no one will miss you, but like I wanted to see it 😩 and I better get at least some kind of explanation for whatever the F has gone down between these two from “well what are we gonna to about that as we stand 5 inches apart” to now. I demand this explanation.

Anyways, back on track here - Nick is jealllllllous BUT different kind of jealous for this man because for once he’s not all dark and broody about it. He’s over here willingly, *willingly* bringing up said jealousy aaaand he’s smiling about it (!!!) because despite them still not being together (where’s the Gibbs’ headslap when you actually need it amiright) he’s not worried about this crush. He knows her feelings and his so it’s like yeah I’m a little jealous but also I’m gooood, I got this one in the bag 😏 (also can I just say I need Ellie to show him he does not in fact ‘have this in the bag’ if he’s gonna act like a little shit and push her away).

This whole thing about babysitting and not wanting to take care of other living beings is very very very interesting considering they both loved taking care of Charlie (Cody, I blame this on pregnancy brain thank you @thekeyboardninja) in the end AND EVEN TALKED ABOUT PARENTING EVENTUALLY. So like, where did we backtrack??? Excuse me who allowed you to do such things. I’m feeling like they likely backtracked (this was s16 after all) because once again, the dust settled after their super close vulnerable moment and they went and hid behind those stupid walls they both have and somehow convinced themselves that being alone was better for them. IT’S A LIE YALL IT’S A LIE. You being together and taking care of each other is exactly what you need and it’ll be perfect and amazing and just DO IT ALREADY 😭

The team moment with Jimmy is so 🥺 and throughout the episode. I’m not going to touch on that stuff much because this is ellick focused but also because I truly do not need to sob again (even if I called Breena dying from covid like months ago and knew exactly what was coming with all of it but you know, I still cry, it’s fine, I’m fine).

Ellie knowing Gibbs uses a weighted blanket and Nick doubting her is just comical to me 😂 mini side note before we get into how they have a thiiiiiing and it’s called always getting dibs on the elevator in tandem for months and McGee HOW CAN YOU NOT TELL. These two are so in sync even if they are still spectacularly failing at talking this out & taking that next step. Also months of Gibbs riding down the elevator with just those two…….the third wheeling must be slowly killing the old dude, give him a break you two.

Tell me why these two have the exact same stance in the bullpen- could you be more obvious?? You rubbing off on each other. And then the walking up to the barbershop scene I caaaan’t. Ellie is SO flirty. Like so flirty. Who is this new Ellie and why do I love her so much. But Nick gives it right back too and her little giggle with shoulder shrug is just perfect. She’s fiiiiinally letting herself *feel* more and let it be out in the open and it’s just so great. I love seeing this character development for her 🥺 walls coming down, being more forward with her flirting and feelings and it’s all I’ve ever needed. Also we’re gonna take a small detour into Nick’s pants I mean the notebook he casually stashes in the front of his jeans like it doesn’t make a person look RIGHT. THERE. Don’t ask me why it’s hot, I don’t know the answers to the universe, it just is. We knoooooow Ellie is loving it’s location there, she wouldn’t mind flirtatiously taking it out at the next stop to “check” where they needed to go. You know, just helping a partner out- don’t worry Nick she’s got it handled 😏😏🔥🔥 Ok back from our detour, when Nick asks if she’s got him and she answers so quickly and almost with the undercurrent of “of course I do how is that even a question I’ll protect you until the day I die” (yes this is what she says), I love.

Ok since when does Nick like puzzles and how does Ellie know this??? He was most certainly NOT a puzzle kind of guy when he first joined the team so are you telling me that maybe Ellie and her nerdiness (come on there’s no way she doesn’t love puzzles) got Nick into puzzles??? Also also also does everyone remember that time in covid lockdown where literally everyone and their mother did five thousand puzzles because we couldn’t leave our houses? Soooooo is this a nod to Ellie & Nick spending some time together doing puzzles (at presumably Ellie’s apartment because she’d be the one to have said puzzles) and turns out Nick loves them even more than she did???? Is this what you’re making me read in between the lines NCIS? Because I am most certainly ok with this.

Ooooooooh-kay this 8pm thing for Nick. SO many possibilities. It’s been confirmed it wasn’t Ellie (which I won’t lie was my immediate wish) via Steven Binder on twitter (which I also won’t lie, my angst heart loves it’s something else). My take is it’s something (not another girl though) personal- I would *love* if it was therapy or some type of personal development thing. I think he realizes over the past year he has involuntarily retreated emotionally from Ellie even if outwardly it doesn’t show (no personal space and continued flirting). I think he *knows* he’s doing it emotionally and yet can’t figure out how to stop himself from doing it- like on the outside of his body watching him make a dumb mistake but unable to change a damn thing. SO I feel like whatever this 8pm thing is will play into that. It’ll somehow be related to Nick diving deeper into himself and trying to get more in touch with the parts of himself he loves to ignore/hide/push down. That could be therapy, a self-help class, getting in touch with family (but I don’t think he would feel the need to get secretive about this. i mean he already brought up Lucia to this dude, why would he all of a sudden be ashamed of a dinner/meeting with his mom or dad or something? i just don’t buy that). But anyways back to the point- it’s something Nick feels the need to hide in shame because that’s how he’s been conditioned as an undercover agent who feels the need to be tough and strong for everyone and being vulnerable is WAY too scary (helloooooo enneagram 8 nice to meet you I’m also an enneagram 8 Nick isn’t it fun).

I don’t know why them talking so casually on the phone, while Nick is getting ready for the day no less is so damn pleasing to me. The simple domesticity of it all because it’s totally something one would do with their spouse is just 🥰🥰 And then their little freaking smiles can THEY NOT. Ellie you like glazed donuts?? Is this some kind of hint? Innuendo? Just a glaringly obvious chance to flirt and you don’t give a rat’s ass you’re in the middle of the bullpen with Gibbs’ listening to your conversation so you’ll take that chance anyways because you’re head over heels for this guy? Either way Nick’s little smirk oof. I think he takes it as all three of those things and he’s *perfectly* ok with it. UNTIL until, there’s always an until with you Nicholas god damn. Ellie nervously asking about NIck’s apartment 🥺 she may be head over heels but she’s still a little shy and unsure. She thought that jail cell moment would break things through for them and yet she’s- not to quote Taylor swift or anything because why on earth would I do that- right where you left her. WHY NICHOLAS WHY. Since we know Ellie has seen and is very familiar with the inner workings of Nick’s apartment come 16x10, I presume he moved, and it sounds like recently. From the looks of this new place it’s niiiiice. For someone who doesn’t like a lot of things (see s14 when he joins team I don’t remember the exact ep sorry) - he sure managed to settle into that apartment quite nicely. It’s furnished well, it’s homey for DC. And if he’s moved into it since after the jail cell, letting Ellie in is likely a big step in his eyes. But we know this has got to be a weird shift for Ellie. Seemingly so comfortable in each others’ spaces and now she hasn’t even been invited over?? Yeah you smell something fishy girl just like I do. Even if Nick has a cute ass smirk at the end of his little charade to hang up the phone. Wipe that smirk off your face sir you owe us I mean Ellie an explanation and a visit to your apartment. SHE WANTS TO BE YOUR HOUSEGUEST. SHE WANTS TO BE IN YOUR HOUSE. SHE WANTS TO BE IN YOUR PANTS WHILE IN THAT HOUSE. JUST LET HER ALREADY. Ok I’m done, moving on.

Ok the guys opening the doors dramatically to let the one (1) woman on the team make a super badASS entrance is just 🔥🔥🔥 yes love it.

Excuse me why does Ellie feel the need to completely turn her body from the rest of the team/bullpen to be 100% faced on Nick. Body language don’t lie bitch I see you. And Nick stealing a glance at Ellie before having to answer McGee’s question about roommates…..interesting, very interesting sir. You thinking about how she’s going to react to some rando being in your apartment AND staying the night before she has?? You thinking about making her a permanent roommate?? But of course he turns to quick humor for a hot sec because this is Nick and then shockingly, like actually shockingly (is this that personal development, soul-searching, deep dive into emotional wonderland rubbing off on him??? Is it working is this foreshadowing???) he goes and gets deep on ‘em. And McGee calls him on it and I love it, I really think this is some foreshadowing here. I think we’re seeing some of the work Nick is doing on himself, getting himself ready for as serious as a relationship as he knows it’ll be with Ellie, paying off. He’s thinking about ~*emotional*~ consequences to actions and OOF yes. The growth, I live for the fucking growth. “It’s not easy to get through the tough transitions on your own” you say as you literally tried to do that for actual YEARS until you met this team. Until you met Ellie. Until you realized that emotional fallout was a real thing and you my friend are a terrible victim to it. Because guess what- exhibit A is right here about to ask you to dinner and you gonna turn her down. You quite literally tried to get through a tough transition (re: Ellie’s kidnapping & the two bombs) by yourself. That dust settled and you immediately emotionally retreated, not physically- emotionally. You went back to what you always knew, the lone wolf on your own, endure the tough transition. And yes you’ve been doing some work on yourself, but now- now you realize it. You can’t do work on yourself alone. You can’t go through this shit alone. You need your support system- your person. But that thought truly terrifies you. You’ve realized it but are you ready to act on it? Not quite yet. You might be close, but you still can’t bring yourself to be honest with her yet. When Ellie nervously asks Nick if he wants to grab a bite you can feel her start to (it’s probably been there quite a while but she’s tried to ignore the feeling of him emotionally shutting her out and pushing her away but the houseguest thing brought it back full force) really worry about where they stood. She won’t completely admit it to herself because she knows what was said in the jail cell wasn’t a lie or a dramatization for either of them, but that worry that’s been creeping in like a vine is taking hold. Nick saying “there’s something I need to take care of” hmmmmm I feel like this is SO vague. And probably purposely done so by the writers but I just - if it was solely him bringing the dude back to his daughter’s why wouldn’t he just tell Ellie that? What would be the harm in her knowing this? She’s aware you’ve bonded so why would he not just say that? I feel like there was definitely something else he thought he would go do after it. With all the talk of tough transitions and then his obviously pre-made plans to drop this guy off, I just feel like there was some other task he had planned before McGee called him. And him discussing the reset button (I’ll get to this) just kind of solidifies that for me. He’d been doing a LOT of reflection that day and he had something more major planned, I just wish I knew what 😩 Ok back to Ellie’s response, she’s honestly shocked and a little confused at his ominously vague answer. And I’d wager a tiny bit of hurt is in that expression too. All those vines of worry taking hold? Yeah, that’s why. They even just tightened and made her speechless for a second. The emotional withdrawal she feared was being confirmed in front of her very eyes. Because (at least on our screens) the last time Nick turned down a bite to eat with her? Oh yeah, he was dating fucking Elena. (Once again, I don’t think he’s got another girl but y’all this is the parallel Ellie could easily draw seeing as it was only a few months ago, supposedly.) And he even looks almost guilty about turning her down, like he knows it’s probably hurting her (and their relationship) but he can’t help it. He hates that he’s doing it and the words coming from his mouth (good lord it’s like the end of 17x07 with overprotective/you’re like a sister to me all over again) but he can’t stop it. And then my heart breaks for Ellie when she tries to put on a brave, strong face that claims she isn’t bothered by his rejection yet we all knoooooow 😭😭😭 He gives her a small little “night” and she’s just standing there wondering where the hell she went wrong with this, how she read them all wrong.

Ahhhhh the glorious reset button, ya love to see it. When he claims he has the opposite problem you can see his faraway look in his eye. You know *exactly* what, or better yet who, he’s thinking about in that moment. He knows he has to stop avoiding his emotional growth with Ellie. He knows he has to stop hitting the reset button the second things between them get real. And I think he’s known this for a while now but is finally, finally coming to grips with taking real steps forward. Taking steps to embrace the vulnerability he’s terrified of. Finally putting that reset button away 🥺

Ellie knowing Nick has one tie is just another swoon moment. Yes I could get dirty with that (see my tags on previous gifsets for proof) but like, also this is so real of them? They know so damn much about each other it’s insane. She may not have even been in his apartment yet but she knows he owns one tie. Like- come on. Nick you think you’re emotionally distant from this woman but my god it’s the opposite. You two are so intertwined you don’t even realize it as you chuckle and try once again to avoid thinking about that reset button. And then Jimmy goes and reads that letter and I sob. Yes I sobbed. Like I said not getting into this part because my pregnancy hormones can’t handle this (I’m barely rewatching this part with audio ok). But Jimmy’s words voiced over a shot of ellick…take my heart why don’t you. “To hear a laugh, and know that your life would change for ever” like come ON. First, Jimmy you slay me and second, all I can picture is Ellie chuckling with Nick in the bullpen showing him the clicker settings and Nick loving it. Nick your life would be changed forever in that moment I hope you knew. Ellie, pulling her arm around Nick’s for strength, support, I just-. Despite the turmoil she’s been going through, the doubts and the worry that’s crept in- she still feels it. She still feels love for this man and knows her life was changed forever when she met him. No matter how long she tried to deny it, she knows. And that little piece of her that desperately clings to Nick getting his head out of his ass and opening up emotionally to her, that piece decides to break that sliver of personal space and lean on him for support. She needs to touch him- the man who she can’t picture losing like Jimmy lost Breena. She needs to feel him still there, even if he hasn’t completely realized his life changed forever because of her- she has. Gripping his arm for the comfort it gives in knowing he’s still by her side, his hand brushing hers as an involuntary “I’ve got you” (even a reset button pusher like Nick can’t help his reflexes). The gravity of the fragility of life weighing heavily on them both, they hold each other. They’ve got each other. And good god is that poetry we just need them to actually fucking TALK ABOUT IT 😩😭

I don’t know if I even have side notes but I do appreciate NCIS paying homage to the utter grief this pandemic has been. Jimmy being the one to lose a loved one was quite honestly the perfect scenario to me. It shows just how cruel this pandemic has been, ripping even the most optimistic, happy people down to their knees in grief. It’s something that shouldn’t be glossed over and I do hope they continue to have this arc of struggling with grief throughout the season. I think it is so relatable and refreshing to see played out legitimately on the screen. I don’t want happy, go-lucky stale content. I want something real and something tangible. Yes I love my mindless entertainment, but it’s also nice to see *real* drama on a TV drama. At least, that’s my opinion 🤷🏻‍♀️ I’d apologize but isn’t that why you’re reading this to begin with? 😘😘

#ellick #ncis #wwr #18x07 #torres x bishop

42 notes · View notes

avidreider · 3 years

Text

Journals Part 3 ~ all bad (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Journals Series

Based on the song, “All Bad” by Justin Bieber.

CW: more angst (sorry, it will get happy eventually).

This whole fic is from 3rd person or Spencer’s POV.

Key: Y/N = your name, italicized = unspoken thoughts, bold = texts/emails/notes, bold + italicized = song lyrics.

-- I do not own rights to the gif or the song. --

How many times did Spencer have to call Y/N before he finally wore her down enough for her to at least answer? He didn’t know why he was even trying; it was incredibly likely that she had blocked his number again.

“You alright kid?” Derek asked, when Spencer was silent for the first hour and a half at work.

“Yeah, I’m just tired. I haven’t been sleeping well.”

“Kid, we all know that this attitude is from more than fatigue. You can’t shut us out forever.”

“Drop it, Morgan.”

And with a quick pat on the shoulder, Derek left Spencer alone at his desk.

Hey Reid. Can you come to my Batcave for a minute? I’ll make it worth your while. ;)

With a sigh, Spencer hoisted himself out of his chair and headed toward Garcia’s lair.

“Did you need something, Garcia?” Spencer asked.

“Well first of all, I made some really good cookies and I wanted you to have first dibs,” she handed him the plate with a smile. “And secondly, I wanted to let you know that Y/N did not block your number. So that tells me that she isn’t over you, she’s just hurt. She may just need a little more time and -”

“Garcia, I didn’t ask you to do this. She caught me with a woman she was worried about. There’s no way that -”

“She caught you with another woman?!” she exclaimed as she planted a loud smack on Spencer’s chest.

“Okay first of all, OW. Second of all, we were just having coffee, but Y/N freaked out before I could explain.”

“What’s this woman’s name?”

“Lila Everett, I’m quite sure you don’t know her-”

“Okay Boy Wonder, get out.”

“Why?”

“Just get out, I’ll text you if I have anymore updates,” and with that, Spencer went back to the stack of paperwork waiting for him at his desk.

--- MEANWHILE ---

Garcia tapped and clicked and called away in order to find out everything she could about Lila Everett; every job, transaction, relationship, and mistake, and compiled a list for Reid. She sent it to his email with small little markers wherever she wanted to leave a note.

One section of the document really struck Reid. He was a profiler, but even Lila had him fooled.

Alan Wright

Josh Stern

Matt Blevins

Evan Hart

> All of these men that she’s dated claimed that she cheated on them. Y/N would never cheat on you. She also stole money from them early on in their relationships, but they let it go due to her charm.

Spencer stood up to go talk to Penelope. “Stop sending me dirt on Lila. I don’t like her. I probably won’t ever see her again, okay?”

“Good, she’s not for you Reid.”

“I know,” he replied, just as his phone buzzed flashing a notification indicating that Y/N had finally texted him.

Spencer. Please stop talking about me to Penelope. I understand that you messed up and that you want to talk, but I am not in the mood to talk to you just yet. You broke me. You got bored with me, so you turned to some woman you barely knew. You neglected me and our relationship and I just don’t see how you can fix that at this point.

I know, Y/N. I’m so sorry.

Sorry still doesn’t change anything, Spencer. Lila got ahold of me, and told me what you said to her.

What are you talking about?

You told her how much she meant to you, how beautiful and gorgeous she was, how you could see yourself falling for her, how she was better than me, etc.

What? I never said any of that to Lila.

Spencer dialed Y/N’s number as quickly as he could.

“Hello?”

“What are you talking about? I never told Lila any of that. Lila and I were just friends, but we aren’t even that anymore.” Spencer said, confused.

“Do not play with me, Spencer. She said that you two are going to dinner tonight, and that she thinks that she may be pregnant with your child,” Y/N said, with tears in her voice.

Spencer couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He had never even met with Lila outside of school hours besides the one coffee they grabbed together. “Y/N, she’s lying to you. I’ve never even spent time with her. How could you think so little of me?”

“She told me everything, Spencer! You don’t have to lie to me anymore,” Y/N said, before hanging up.

It's another, if it ain't one thing. Instigators, like pouring fire on propane. The wrong thing, they be worried about. Oh, you know females - And how they like to run their mouths.

Wanna be, just like, talk like, you - Misery, misery, loves company. Don't let them change your mood.

They try to get at me Behind your back, Tryna tell me that I'm just like the others, But I ain't all bad.

I might make you mad, so mad.

My bad, no, I ain't all bad.

Several days passed, and Spencer hasn’t been sleeping or eating well.

He was almost dozing on a Sunday afternoon when there was a knock at the door.

He looked like a wreck, but he didn’t care. He flung the door open to see Y/N’s tear-stained face.

“Y/N?! Come in, please! Are you okay?” He asked, as he enveloped her in a tight hug.

“I just didn’t know if you still wanted to talk,” she responded.

“Yes, yes of course! I’ll put on some coffee.”

Spencer rushed around his apartment trying to calm his nerves and clean up at the same time.

Once the pair were settled in with their coffee, Y/N began to speak. “So, Lila and I have been talking, and it turns out we have a lot in common,” she began with a smile, “and whoever you decide that you want to be with, the other would like to remain friends with you. We both love you.”

Spencer was still confused as to why he was ever a topic of conversation for Lila when he hadn’t spoken to her since they met at the coffeehouse.

“Y/N, I don’t know what she’s been telling you, but there is absolutely nothing going on between me and Lila. I don’t know how to prove it to you, but I’ll do whatever it takes. You are the one that I love, and I am so sorry that I took you for granted. That will never happen again. I’ll have Garcia hack into our phones and prove that we haven’t been talking, if that will convince you.”

“I think she needs to hear that, Spencer, because she thinks that you two are an item.”

“Then baby, she’s delusional,” Spencer said with a grin.

“Shall we tell her the news today, then?”

“Anything for you, Y/N.”

“Okay, I’ll have her meet us at the same coffeehouse from the other day.”

The ride there was quiet, but content. Lila was already there waiting, and she greeted the pair with a smile. Y/N slid into the opposite side of the booth, and Spencer joined her. He couldn’t help but smile when he saw how disappointed Lila looked by that fact.

“So...” Lila began.

“I’m not sure why you told Y/N that you and I were anything more that friends, or that we had ever had sexual intercourse when he haven’t be physically intimate in any capacity whatsoever. I also don’t know why you made a big deal to befriend Y/N in the first place, but our relationships with you - friends or otherwise - will be ending here. Y/N is the love of my life, and you are just a troublemaker,” Spencer stated with the utmost confidence. With all that being said, Lila began to cry.

“Spencer,” Y/N reprimanded, “that was very rude. We can still be friends with her. You just won’t be pursuing a romantic relationship with her.”

“I don’t know what I did to deserve that,” Lila cried, “but I’m sorry, Spencer. See, Y/N, I told you that Spencer was just manipulating us both!”

Spencer nearly lost it. How dare he contaminate the mind of his one true love?!

“Me?!” Spencer spat, “you are the only one being manipulative here! Come on, Y/N.”

“Spencer... we can’t just leave her.”

“Baby, your heart is so big, and that’s one of the many reasons why I love you. But she is trying to ruin our relationship! You have to be blind to not see that!” Spencer exclaimed.

“I may not be a profiler, but that doesn’t mean that I’m stupid, Spencer.”

“I know you’re not stupid, baby, but please. Can’t we just go home? I missed you so much.”

Reluctantly, Y/N agreed, but not without leaning across the table to Lila to whisper, “text me later, okay?”

“I will,” she responded, still sobbing. When Y/N turned to leave though, it was clear the sobs were fake. Spencer turned to look at her, and Lila had the most evil grin on her face. Spencer clenched his jaw, and pushed Y/N out the door.

Between us, they wanna comment. Your worst enemy some time be your best friend - Perfect, ain't saying that I am... Proven, least I'm proving that I give a damn.

Wanna be, everything I ought to be to you, Envy, envy, same thing as jealousy - Jealous of you, That's what they do.

They try to get at me Behind your back, Tryin' to tell me that I'm just like the others But I ain't all bad.

No, no, I ain't all bad...

#spencer #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #dr. spencer reid #spencer reid imagines #Criminal Minds #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x y/n #spencer reid x you

35 notes · View notes

imperialstark · 3 years

Text

choke on me—chapter three

breathe me in (prequel fic)

chapter two

chapter four

a/n: no you did not read that wrong, this is chapter three. i’m not dead. 2020 did not kill me. this is a bit of a filler chapter but chapter four should be up before the month’s over. if not, yell at me, i won’t mind.

rating: pretty gen this time but don’t worry chapter five is a goddamn trip

warning(s): n/a

—————

Despite being on opposite sides of the country, Tony and Pepper talk more often than people think. Pep’s an early riser, and Tony hasn’t gotten a good night’s sleep since he was born, so it balances out.

“I should tell you to go to sleep,” Pepper says, sighing. “But I miss the sound of your voice too much.” She’s sitting at the island, a cup of coffee in hand. She had pulled her hair into a bun and still has her reading glasses on, the red ones that she hates because she thinks she looks like someone's grandmother.

Tony loves seeing her like this. Loose and comfortable with him. After they broke up, a part of him worried that things would be strained between them. He should have known that was impossible.

“I don’t know whether to be happy or insulted,” Tony says.

“Both,” Pepper says. “Your sleeping habits are abysmal.”

Tony shrugs and takes a sip of his own coffee. He had always had issues with sleep. He woke up frequently throughout the night and would only start feeling sleepy around two in the morning to the point where attempting to sleep at all felt like a waste of time. Give him a cup of coffee with four shots of espresso, and he'd be good to go.

“You can’t deny that I’m more productive, though,” he says.

“Okay, you do work hard,” Pepper admits, pursing her lips. “But you work too hard. When’s the last time you had a day to yourself that you didn’t spend in your workshop?”

Usually, Tony's quick with a quip, but Pepper's question makes him pause. Last week, Steve asked Tony if he wanted to join him on his run around Bryant Park, and what had Tony said? "No." Like an idiot. It's not that he hadn't wanted to go; it was just that between SI and Avengers business and—

Tony was making excuses. Even he could see that. Hook-ups? Hook-ups Tony could do, specialized in, even, but Steve's question had ventured dangerously into "date" territory. The last time Tony had tried to seriously date was when he was with Pepper, and that had been a piping hot mess in the end.

"Tony? Hello? I swear to God if you've just been using your life model decoy on me, I'm going to fly directly to Manhattan just to—"

"What? No!" He says, raising his hands. Hell hath no fury like a Pepper scorned. "I'm here, in the flesh. I just got...distracted. I guess I haven't really taken a day for myself."

Pepper sets her mug down and levels him with a stern look that puts him in the mind of a school principal.

"Tony," she says in that way of hers that usually means she's worried about him, and Tony's heart twists. "Is everything okay?"

Tony's not a liar, but he does believe in omitting information.

"Everything's as good as I can hope for, Pep. I'm going to therapy, and I'm still taking my meds. You know how it is," he says, shrugging. "Some days are better than others."

Pepper nods, looking a little less concerned, which is all Tony can ask for. "And the others? They're not bothering you?"

It takes him a second, but Tony realizes that she's talking about the Avengers. He shakes his head. "They're fine. It's...weird living with so many people," he says. Tony had lived alone for half of his life now, aside from that brief stint in Malibu with Pepper. "They leave coffee grounds in the sink, and last week, Romanov and Barton convinced JARVIS to play Iron Man every time I went into my workshop and—"

"You like them, don't you?" Pepper says. It's not a question.

He does like them. The entire time he had been complaining about them, he knew his face had been stretched into a grin.

"Maybe so. It's refreshing having another scientist to go mad with," he says, smiling devilishly when Pepper pales.

"Oh, God, you've corrupted Bruce. There's two of you now."

"Okay, I take offense to that," he interjects. "Bruce keeps me in line, promise.”

“Give him my thanks,” Pepper says. "Is it just Bruce? What about the others? How do you feel about them?"

He speaks without thinking, something you'd think wouldn't happen so often to a literal genius. "Steve's been...Steve's been good." More than good, actually.

Pepper raises a brow. "It's Steve now? What happened to Rogers? Capsicle? Any other one of your incessant nicknames?"

He's been caught. Lying isn't even an option; Pepper would sniff out the truth like a bloodhound. She was like Natasha in that way. If those two ever team up again, Tony feels sorry for whichever poor soul they set their sight on.

His only choice is to play it cool. "First off, you know you love my nicknames, case in point, Pepper," he says, knowing damn well she hadn't gone by Virginia since she started working for him. "And…it's Steve now. He's not so bad when you get to know him."

Pepper looks unconvinced, but mercifully, she lets it go. "Hmm. You guys are friends now?"

No. Never. Not even close.

"What can I say?" Tony gives her his cheesiest grin. "I wore him down."

She rolls her eyes, but it's all in good fun. "Well, then, I'm happy for you. You deserve all the love that comes your way."

"Ugh, don't get all sappy on me," he jokes, even though his heart spasms in his chest. He doesn't love the Avengers, and he doesn't—

He doesn't love Steve either.

And they don't love him back.

Pepper's eyes soften. "Tell you what," she begins, "since you're so adamant on working too hard to have some fun, how about I do it for you?"

Tony latches onto the change of subject like the lifeline it is. "What do you have in mind?"

"Carmen Solomita is doing a fundraiser event for A Helping Hand. Does that sound up your alley?"

Carmen Solomita was an old friend from his prep school years. A fellow gifted kid, and the daughter of the iconic Italian husband-wife fashion designer duo, Isabela and Marcello Solomita, it was a no brainer that Tony and Carmen would become friends.

She had followed in her parents' footsteps, designing luxury clothes and even starting her own separate fashion house right here in Manhattan.

“What’s she doing this year?” he asks.

“She’s organizing a week-long carnival in upstate New York for local orphanages. Think you or any of the others would be interested in working a booth?” Pepper says. “Having all of the Avengers show up would drum up a lot of publicity.”

Tony furrows his brows. A carnival does sound fun, and he has no problems with running a booth. It’s the others that are a problem.

“Don’t you think six, let alone one Avenger, would take away from the cause? And that’s if they even agree to it.”

Pepper raises her hands. “Just throwing it out there. Again, you need a break. And think of the kids when they see your faces.”

Tony’s face wrinkles. So, maybe, he has a soft spot for orphans. He still can’t help but feel like Pepper has some ulterior motive.

“I’ll ask,” Tony says, caving. “And if they say no, I’m not forcing them to go. Tell Carmen she’s getting one Avenger, at the least.”

“Yes! I knew you’d come around.”

“I hate you.”

“Love you too, Tony.”

***********

Tony broaches the topic of Carmen’s carnival at dinner and immediately braces himself for the worst. He’s not a pessimist by any means, but he sure as hell doesn’t expect the best from people whenever he asks them for a favor.

There’s a pause as they take the time to ponder over what he said, long enough to make Tony squirm.

God, why did he even ask? He should have just told Pepper that the others were all unavailable or—

“What kind of carnival?” Clint asks, breaking Tony out of his reverie.

"I'm sorry," Tony blinks. "Are you actually considering this?"

Clint shrugs. "What's not to like? Just want to know what we'd be doing."

"Um, okay," Tony says. He's never, never been at a loss for words in his life, and yet...

"We'd just be running booths, meet and greets, that sort of stuff. Nothing too crazy," Tony says. Pretty run of the mill stuff for a fundraising event.

"And the charity, A Helping Hand, was it?" Natasha says. "One of yours?"

"No," he replies. "Carmen Solomita's. She's big on philanthropy, always trying to help out in some way or another. She's always been like that."

"Solomita?" Natasha asks. "Fashion designer Carmen Solomita?"

"That's the one," he says, some of his initial anxiety ebbing away. They weren't saying no. Not yet. Or maybe they were just trying to let him down gently.

"She an old flame of yours?" Clint says, and Tony tries to ignore how quickly Steve's head turns to look at him.

"No," Tony says immediately, putting an end to any questions before they can begin. "We've been friends since high school. It'd be like dating my sister." Not to mention Carmen had known him when he had still been under five feet and had a mouth full of metal. Any attraction on her part had either never existed or died as soon as Tony had opened his mouth.

"Hm," Natasha says. Tony's still learning how to speak Natasha fluently, but it's apparently enough for Clint.

"Alright, I'm in," he says. "Dibs on the sharpshooting booth."

"You can't call dibs on a booth," Natasha says, rolling her eyes. "And it's mine."

"I'll arm wrestle you for it."

"No," Tony says, pointing a finger at them. "The last time you two arm-wrestled at this table, you split it in half. You'll be assigned whatever booth is available."

Clint grumbles something under his breath, and Tony closes his eyes.

"I think you annoyed Mom," Natasha whispers, and really, for a spy, she sucks at being quiet.

But if he was mom, who was dad?

"Enough, you guys," Steve says, backing him up. "Stop messing around."

"Thank you," Tony says, massaging his temple, trying to stop his stress headache before it begins."It's like having children."

"Am I your favorite?" Clint asks with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"No, it's Bruce," he answers immediately, his voice deadpan.

"...You answered that insultingly fast."

"You asked," Tony says. "Speaking of Bruce, Brucie, you've been quieter than normal. What's going on in that brilliant head of yours?"

Tony doesn't want to put him on the spot, but he knows Bruce will just try his best to brush his problems under the rug.

Bruce is staring down at his plate, poking absentmindedly at his pasta with his fork. "I don't think I should go," he says.

"And why not?" Thor, of all people, asks. The god levels Bruce with a heavy stare. "You deserve to amuse yourself like the rest of us."

"Is that a joke?" Bruce says, throwing his fork down, sending it clattering against his plate. "Do you really think unleashing a big green rage monster at a carnival with children present is a bright idea?"

"Where's this monster you speak of?" Thor says. "I don't see one."

"Come on," Bruce mutters.

"I don't see one, either," Tony says. "I see a genius nuclear physicist who moonlights as an equally amazing superhero."

"And I see a kind, honest man who would never harm anyone intentionally," Steve says, jumping in.

Bruce purses his lips but based on the flush spreading across his face, Tony can tell they're wearing him down.

Oddly enough, it's Natasha who reels him in. "I've seen a lot of monsters in my life, Banner. You're not one of them."

Bruce chuckles, but it's not a happy sound. Tony's familiar with it enough to know that it's chock full of bitterness.

"I'll be there with you," Thor says, his voice a soft timber. "I won't let anything happen to you. None of us will."

"...It's not me you should be worrying about," Bruce says. "But...if you're going...I guess it'll be fine."

Thor smiles, looking every inch the god he is. "We'll have a grand time, Doctor Banner."

Dinner ends quickly after that, the others petering off until it's just Steve and Tony left sitting at the table.

Tony's glad the Avengers are helping him out, honestly. It's just...the thought of six Avengers...around young, impressionable children…

"Oh, God," he says aloud, burying his face into his hands.

He can hear Steve stand up, rounding up the dishes left behind. "It's not going to be that bad," he says.

"We don't know that," Tony says, his voice muffled. He looks up to see Steve raising a judgmental brow at him. "I'm letting not one, but two master assassins, the Hulk, and a fucking god, interact with children."

"They'll be on their best behavior," Steve says. "Thor said he'll keep an eye on Bruce, and I know for a fact that wherever Clint goes, Natasha's gonna follow and vice versa."

"And that doesn't worry you?"

"No, because I actually have faith in our teammates. Clint's not gonna peg a kid with an arrow just because he feels like it. He's not the type."

Tony sighs but damn it, Steve's right. He's always right. Tony doesn't know much about Clint's life before SHIELD and the Avengers, but he knows it wasn't pretty. Seemed to be a common theme amongst their little team.

"Must have a shitty parental figure in order to be a superhero," he thinks to himself.

He rises out of his seat and grabs the few dishes that remain. Tony helps Steve load up the dishwasher. He tries not to think about how domestic it all feels, how it's practically become routine for Tony and Steve to look after the others and put away their dishes. He doesn't know what it means, but he has the strangest feeling that Pepper is smiling to herself halfway across the country.

***********

Carmen's beyond delighted when Tony gives her the good news over the phone the next day. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Her voice still does that weird squeaky thing when she gets really excited.

"One more thank you, and you're going to rupture my eardrum," he says, holding his phone to his ear. He's making breakfast, which for him consists of swiping a yogurt cup and spoon from the kitchen.

"I'll stop shouting," she says, which is a complete lie. "I just can't believe the Avengers are going to be at my fundraiser!" Case in point.

There's still that gnawing pit in his stomach at the thought of the Avengers running rampant around a carnival, but they could use the publicity. Maybe it'd calm down some of those Daily Bugle conspiracy theorists who thought that the Avengers were Chitauri shapeshifters who actually started the invasion. Tony has a video of J. Jonah Jameson screaming about it saved to his phone whenever he needs a good laugh.

"I know, I'm amazing," Tony says around a mouthful of yogurt.

"You are, and I will literally owe you for the rest of my life," she replies.

"I want your firstborn child," Tony says.

"Done," Carmen says without missing a beat. "That's how serious I am."

He can't help but chuckle to himself. Talking to Carmen was always so fun. She had the same (admittedly dorky) sense of humor as him. He remembered the days when they sit in the back of their homeroom, laughing at each other's stupid jokes over the morning announcements while their teacher gave them death glares. They kept in touch after graduation but not enough for Tony's tastes.

"But seriously, how does it feel to be a superhero? You guys all live together, don't you? Oh my God, you're just like firefighters. Do you have a little pole you slide down when there's an emergency? Ooh, is there an alarm—"

"Carmen, cool it before you pop a blood vessel," he says, mentally filing away the idea to add a pole leading directly to the tower's hangar. "And I promise you can grill them when you see them at the carnival."

"I'm holding you to that, Stark."

"Figured you would."

"Smart boy," Carmen says. "Any questions, comments, or concerns you want to pass along?"

"Actually," Tony begins, his brain chugging along at its usual speed of light. "I have some requests…"

Two weeks later, the look on everyone else's face when Tony presents them with the matching t-shirts he designed is more than worth the hour of alone time he promised her with Natasha.

“She’s so mysterious,” Carmen had said over the phone. “Tony, I need to see if she’s as calculating as she comes off.”

“Why,” he had said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why would you do that?”

“Because I’m bisexual and have no sense of self-preservation. It’s why we’re friends,” she had chirped.

He didn't blame her, though. Had he not jumped at every chance to hook up with Steve like his teenage self would have wanted?

"Is this another one of your strange Midgardian customs?" Thor says, holding the t-shirt out in front of him. They're done up in his signature hotshot red, of course with Carmen's charity, A Helping Hand on the front, but the back is the real masterpiece. Under the words, Super Helper was a personalized emblem meant to represent each one of the Avengers. Mjolnir for Thor, Cap's Shield for Steve, a bow and arrow for Clint, and so on so forth.

"...Is it weird that I kind of actually like these?" Clint whispers to Natasha, who's tracing the lines of her hourglass on her shirt.

"You would like them," she says.

Tony blinks. "I can...get us normal shirts?"

"Nope, too late," Clint says, shrugging his shirt on over the long sleeve he had been wearing. "I've already grown attached.”

Tony looks at each of them head-on, noting the way Natasha’s slender fingers dance over the cotton and Thor’s curious gaze as he inspects the true to life runes Tony had painstakingly copied from the real-life Mjolnir. Bruce looks at the fist clutching the beaker on his shirt like it holds all the secrets to the universe, and Steve—Steve’s not looking at the shirt at all. He’s looking at Tony. Of course, he is.

Tony's always liked puzzles, and right now, the biggest puzzle of them all is what exactly made Steve's face go slack, his eyes all clear and soft and staring directly at him.

Tony shakes his head, clearing his head of puzzles and Steve and piercing stares.

"So," Tony says, "we're good to go?"

Later on, when they're all piled into Tony's limo like they're going on a field trip, Steve texts him even though they're sitting right next to each other.

It's just four words, but it's enough to make Tony blush. He facepalms, under the pretense of annoyance at something one of the others had said.

"I'm proud of you," follows him all the way to upstate New York.

#stony #steve rogers #tony stark #stevetony #steve x tony #superhusbands #marvel #mcu #imperialstark fic #my fic #my writing #choke on me

23 notes · View notes

slashingdisneypasta · 4 years

Note

Oh my! Thank you for adding Gotham villains! With that, could you do a poly yandere Penguin and Riddler with someone falsely persecuted at the asylum and how they get her? Thank you!

Yaaaaay, first Gotham request! ^^ And its a good one!! XD

This is kind of a mix between a oneshot and headcanons, so I hope you like it!

~~~

· Honestly at this point I don’t think either of them have a relationship setting that isn’t possessive or obsessive.

· It happens during season 4, when Oz is in Arkham again with Jerome, and Ed is struggling with the Riddler trying to come back again.

· Except, in this version, you’re there to keep Oswald safe from Jerome -as much as possible, I mean, -, and earn his trust. Because you’re sweet, and soft, and good and you obviously give a damn about him. It takes a bit, of course, but… It happens. He trusts you, and he starts to like you, and then he realises he doesn’t just like you. He loves you, and maybe this time it’ll work out, because you’re good. And… also… theirs, like, no other competition.

· Oz is both pissed that you got put in here, because, obviously, you’re innocent! Look at you, you are legitimately a ray of sunshine in his eyes, how could they ever think you’re guilty of anything?? And also, he’s happy you’re here because he got to meet you.

· But trust me, he will make your prosecutors pay, as soon as possible.

· Remember, during this time Ed is around, with Lee and falling in love with her. But, the thing is, when he comes to talk to Oz and Riddler leaves that message, Jerome forces you into the visiting room while they’re talking because he’s just curious as to what’s going on, and thinks it’ll be funny to send you in, because everyone knows the Penguin has a thing for you. And in that moment, the Riddler, looking out through Ed’s eyes but without control, falls in love with you. So, Ed is in love with Lee, and Riddler is in love with you.

· Now, from then on, the Riddler is (Along with trying to take control of the body) trying to persuade Ed to go after you, instead of Lee. Which, doesn’t really work because he doesn’t see what’s so special. You’re just the girl Oswald’s in love with, who cares?

· When Ed comes to turn himself into Arkham and Oz pulls out the Riddler, permanently, is when things become really insane for you.

· Again, Jerome sends you in (Pushes you into the office, for shits and giggles. Yeah, he’s playing accidental cupid here for a day) and you, awkwardly raise a hand to waive. “Aha… sorry. Hi, Oz, um… Edwar- “

· Oh man, Riddler get so excited, and goes over to you because now he can! He can talk to you, and touch you, and stand by you. Whatever he likes! “Not my name!~”

· “Wha- “Realisation dawns on you, and you gape, turning to Oz. All embarrassment gone, and replaced with outrage and disappointment. Poor Ed! “You brough him out??”

· “I… “Oz is searching for the right words, to stand up for what he did so you stop being mad at him. Finally, he deadpans, and gestures to the Riddler, who’s still just smiling down at you. “Well, it was necessary! He’s gonna get us out! Aren’t you, Riddler.”

· (Remember at this point you haven’t been made aware by either of them that they’re in love with you by anyone but Jerome, who only has suspicions)

· “Certainly. And then Y/N and I can rule Gotham together.” Causing deep surprise for you, the Riddler takes your hand and raises it to his lips- but before he can kiss it Oz lunges over and quickly, slaps his wrist.

· “No!” Oz points angrily, but firmly at the Riddler. “Y/N and I will rule Gotham, and take revenge on the idiot prosecutors who put her here! You, can get lost back to your squaller in the Narrows as soon as we get out. Thank you.”

· You’re just standing there, looking awkward and thinking, like, well this is all news to me…

· Riddler reels back, angry. “What?” He’s in love with you, too?? How… fucking irksome!

· “Ed, I hate to pull this card, but I’ve known her longer!”

· Riddler looks annoyed, but ready to wait for Oz to finish his tantrum. “Oswald… “

· “As barbaric as it is, I had dibs!”

· “Uh… “You raise a finger, wanting the floor for a moment after that… and, surprisingly, they both look at you and wait for you to speak. Oh, well, that’s nice. “Uhm, okay! Well, I’m not a piece of meat, so, how about I make the decision?”

· They both think for a moment… then look iffy. “Sorry, dear, any other time I would! But I’ve loved and lost enough, to not allow that this time.” And, Oz really does seem apologetic, as the words sink into you and you feel dread. He past yours hand, gently and very quick.

· Riddler agrees, looking also half apologetic at you. “Yeah, Y/N, he’s already stolen a lover from me, so I can’t take the risk. Oh- Don’t worry, though. I promise to make you infinitely happy, with me.”

· You can only stand and feel helpless, as they get back to arguing with each other. You know all about the things both of them have done in the past- who doesn’t?? So, you really feel like you’re in a rut here. You could run off back to your cell, but that won’t stop them. Nothing will stop them, and you or someone else will end up getting hurt…

· Eventually, Oz threatens a war, and they glare at each other for a few moments. Then Riddler leans back with a sigh, and glances at you. He thinks, he wants you. But he doesn’t want a war- it won’t be any fun being with you, if he’s always thinking about his next move on Oswald, a worthy competitor. “How about… “He thinks, dreading the words that are about to come out of his mouth, that he does care for Oswald, to some degree. He always has, below all the hatred for him and the anger. Oswald made him into the Riddler, twice. “… We share her. It’s not ideal, in the… “ He gives Oswald the once over, and Oz looks entirely insulted and confused and horrified and what he’s suggesting. “Least, but. Neither of us want a war, do we? And Y/N certainly doesn’t.”

· “No… we don’t… And, I agree in that we need to put her wellbeing first… “

· They’re talking about you like you aren’t here, and you’re just watching this go down in humorously horrified fashion. Be with… both of them??? This is crazy.

· “Okay, then its settled.”

· “… sure… “

· They’re both still unsure, but don’t see another option. Finally, Oswald sighs and straightens up. “Okay, well, partner, you better prove yourself to us and get us out of here. But first, you need to save Martin, so… “

· And, suddenly, you’re within the clutches of two of Gothams (And, the worlds, I’d be willing to bet) most dangerous, and obsessive and pretty men, and there’s no bloodless escape.

#The Riddler #The Penguin #X Reader #Oswald Cobblepot #Oswald Cobblepot x Reader #Edward Nygma #Edward Nygma x Reader #Penguin x Reader #Riddler x Reader #Poly!Nygmobblepot x Reader #Gotham #Fox Gotham

201 notes · View notes

krizaland · 4 years

Note

I’m sorry if I’m bothering you but I just love your work!! But can you imagine that instead of y/n and dib getting stuck in the Zimvoid, zim and dib would be stuck in a y/n-void? Again, sorry if I’m bothering you, I love your work, keep it up!!

I LOVE IT!! LET’S DO IT!!!

Be warned: There are obsessive and creepy behaviors ahead. While there won’t be anything sexual in my story, things still may get disturbing.

Here’s the original song I used but be warned it’s nsfw. Because of this some of the lyrics have been changed.

The day you went missing was the day Zim and Dib finally put their differences aside to track you down.

However, where they ended up made their jaws drop and their hearts flutter.

They had somehow ended up on a planet full of copies of you!

There were versions of you of all shapes, sizes and even species!

Luckily Zim had a sample of your DNA so at least he could the you from his timeline.

“Ok, we need a plan to save our Y/N! We-”

Dib was cut off by a very excited GIR.

“OOH! OOH! I HAVE AN IDEA!”

And with that, GIR went running off into a group of yous before Zim could even try to stop him.

“HEY! Are you my Unicorn?!” GIR asked a you with fairy wings.

“No. I’m not a unicorn and I don’t even know who you are.” The you huffed as they folded their arms.

“Okie dokie!” GIR giggled as he walked off to another you wearing a pirate costume.

“Are you my Unicorn?”

“No. I am no Unicorn, landlubber! I be Captain Y/N! The fiercest space pirate that ever roamed the galaxies!” The you announced dramatically.

“Ooh! Ok! Bye!”

And with that, GIR trotted off to a random pipe.

“Hey! Are you my Unicorn?”

The pipe said nothing as it sat on the ground.

“That’s ok take your time.” GIR reassured as he patted the pipe.

“GRAHH! GIR! Looks like I’ll have deal with him later. Right now I need to focus on my sweet Y/N!” Zim growled as he dragged a hand down his face.

“Well like I said, we need a plan! Do you have any ideas?” Dib groaned as he folded his arms.

“Of course I do! Zim always has a plan! ALWAYS!” Zim declared as he pointed to the sky.

“Ok, so what’s the plan, spaceboy?”

“The plan is…Uh…Um…”

“Seriously?! You don’t have any ideas at all?!” Dib interjected.

“OF COURSE I HAVE IDEAS! My plans are so amazing that your inferior human mind can’t comprehend them!” Zim lied as he snapped a finger in Dib’s face.

“Hey, if you boys are done fighting, I think I might be able to help.”

Dib and Zim whipped around and their jaws dropped.

What stood before them was an Irken you!

“Surprise! It’s another Y/N! The others call me Zoom though.” Zoom giggled as they gave a wink.

“Why do they call you, Zoom?” Dib asked as he rubbed the back of his he raised a brow.

“Because it sounds like a combination of Zim and doom so they other Y/Ns thought it was cute.” Zoom explained casually.

Zim’s PAK sparked a bit as he fought back the urge to stare into your F/C eyes.

Remembering how beautiful his you looked, Zim shook away his infatuation and cleared his throat.

“Yes, yes. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Zoom-Y/N but the Dib-monkey and I are searching for our Y/N. So just…run along now or whatever”

“Well, you’re gonna need someone to help you navigate this hellhole if you want to find them! So are you gonna except my help or not?” Zoom huffed as they put their hands on their hips.

“Ugh! Fine! Do you have any ideas?” Zim pouted as he folded his arms.

“I sure do! Follow me! I’ll take you back to the rebel camp where we can explain everything to you two!”

And with that, Zoom led Zim and Dib to the rebel camp.

There were tons of Y/Ns at the camp but none seemed to be human.

“Welcome to the rebel Y/N camp! Here you’ll find all the Y/Ns who don’t want to take orders from the cruel demon that trapped us here!” Zoom explained as they gestured to the camp.

“Wait, are all these Y/Ns not…human?” Dib asked as he looked around.

“Yup! Apparently his ‘royal majesty’ only likes human Y/Ns! Anyone who isn’t human is thrown here, to the dumps!” Zoom grumbled as they gestured for Zim and Dib to keep going.

Eventually, Zoom stopped before an Elderly Y/N who looked like a moth creature.

“You won’t believe what I found, Elder! A Zim and a Dib!” Zoom chirped as they gestured to Zim and Dib.

“We’ll I’ll be! I can’t believe you two actually made it here!” The Elder crooned as they leaned in closer.

“Can you please explain to us what’s going on now?” Dib asked as he raised his hand.

“Right! Of course! You poor boys must be so confused! Gather around and I’ll tell you the tale of how our horrible society came to be.”

And with that Zim and Dib plopped down before The Elder as they spun their tale.

A you with glowing eyes was led into Zib’s castle where he stood in the doorway waiting to greet them.

“It’s another night, with Y/Ns coming to see me. Such a pretty sight, waiting there for me.” Zib sang as he slowly emerged from the shadows.

The glowing eyed you gasped and tried to leave-

SLAM!

The door shut behind them as Zib carefully took their hand in his and pulled them close.

“Smiling away, what you do like any other day. Take me by the hand, let’s dance the night astray.” Zib sang as he pulled the glowing eyed you into a tight hug.

“He stole what was mine, so I took his life from him. All the power he had, lives on within me.” Zib chuckled as he remembered how he defeated Zim and stole his PAK.

“Look into my eyes, This will make you listen really easy.” Zib sang as he attached a blue collar around the glowing eyed you’s neck.

ZAP!

“Look into my eyes”

A bright blue haze clouded the you’s glowing eyes as they gazed into Zib’s yellowed ones

“Taken my surprise, you’ve fallen enchanted.” Zib smirked as he kissed the top of their head.

“A stolen PAK that’s fused to him, gave him the power to control us.” Sang the glowing eyed you as they stood next to Zib’s throne wearing blue robes.

“He wants to lure every Y/N to his castle, just to feel loved.” Sang a you with F/C skin and matching robes.

“Bringing us one by one he chose the fairest Y/N and we gave him all our trust.” Sang the glowing eyed you.

“He’s building up his harem!” Sang the F/C skinned you.

“Brainwashed by my special collars, they finally love me! Devotion in every word they say, I know they’ll stay.” Zib sang as he stroked the glowing eyed you’s head.

“Their fates are set, From their blood to their sweat they all belong to me! Just as long as their eyes shine a blue hue!” Zib wrapped his hands around the F/C skinned you’s tightly.

“Once my plans progress to get these Y/Ns in my grasp. Never nonetheless, these’s no use to escape from my madness!” Zib cackled as he threw his arms into the air.

“OH! AUGH! EW!! You’re telling me some DISGUSTING Dib-Monster has my sweet Y/N?!”

“Not just your Y/N, he has countless Y/Ns and if this keeps up, every Y/N in the multiverse will be trapped here!” The Elder warned.

Zim and Dib gasped in unison as the Elder continued the story.

“Fragments of my past, I would like to burn them all away! Throw away my shame! And let it decay!” Zib sang as he burned pictures of his former self.

You stood beside him and watched the flames devour the photos.

“I want to forget, the person that I used to be. People used to laugh, and make fun of me!”

You gently put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a sympathetic look.

Zib’s eyes lit up the moment your hand touched his shoulder.

“Took them by the hands, as I told them, my sweet and simple plan.” Zib sang as he pulled you close to him.

Zib dipped you down and pulled you into a passionate kiss!

“Giving them a kiss was my only wish!” Zib sang as he parted for air.

“You look just like the one, my friend since we were both so young. All you did was laugh and make fool of me!” Zib sniffled as he gripped your wrists tighter.

“Day by day, plenty of Y/Ns came to him from all over the multiverse.” You sang as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“One by one, all of us got lost as his evil plans got worse.” Sang an extremely tall you.

“Y/Ns got in entranced by him and soon lost their memories too!” You sang as you held one of Zib’s hands.

“Soon we didn’t even know what do to!” Sang the extremely tall you.

“My longing growing in darkness makes me desire more! Infinitely, obsession spreading, without an ending!” Zib sang as he pulled you into his lap.

“Real or Trick? I’ll make you stick no matter how hard you try to leave! Deep and strong we’re making Zims cry and bleed! “ Zib sang as he pulled the extremely tall you back in place.

“Hating Zims and stealing the love of their angels. I’m the king of the night, it’s the madness that always felt right!” Zib sang as he kissed the top of your head.

“MADNESS! WE NEED TO PUT A STOP TO THIS AT ONCE!!” Zim screeched as he grasped the sides of his head.

“I never thought I’d say this but Zim’s right! We can’t let that weird Zim..Dib hybrid get away with this!” Dib agreed as he pointed to the sky.

“That’s why I brought you two here so we can discuss a-”

“WAIT! I HAVE A PLAN! Yes…An ingenious plan…” Zim interjected as he rubbed his hands together.

“Ok, I do not like that look on your face.” Dib muttered as he backed away from Zim.

“Zoom-Y/N! Do you still have access to some of your tech?” Zim asked as he turned his attention to Zoom.

“I think so. Why? What do you plan on doing with it?” Zoom asked as they checked their PAK.

“You’ll see…You’ll see…”

Within a few moments, Zim and Dib were dressed exactly like you.

“Really Zim?! This is your plan?! This never gonna work!” Dib whined as he gestured to his poorly constructed costume.

“Nonsense! Of course it will work! Zim is a master of disguise! Now hurry! Let’s retrieve Y/N before that REVOLTING DIB-WORM gets his Dib filth all over them!” Zim urged as he curled his fingers in front of his face.

“Are you kidding me?! Zim these disguises are total dookie! There’s no way anyone’s gonna be convinced by these!” Dib whined as he tugged on his disguise.

“OOH! Are you my unicorn?” GIR asked as he skipped over to Dib.

“No. I’m Dib.” Dib replied as he raised a brow.

“Ok! Are you my unicorn?” GIR asked as he turned his attention to Zim.

“No. It’s me GIR. See?” Zim chuckled as he lifted off a part of his disguise.

“Oh! Hi master!” GIR chirped with a wave.

“See? Flawless disguises! No let’s get going already!”

Dib wanted to protest but he didn’t want to keep you waiting either.

“Wait! I’m coming with you guys!” Zoom insisted as they ran after Zim and Dib.

“If those guys can’t help us I don’t know who can.” The Elder sighed as they shook their head.

After a long and grueling journey, Zim, Dib, and Zoom finally made it to Zib’s castle.

“Looks like you boys are on your own from here! Are you sure your ready?” Zoom asked softly.

“Well actually-”

“OF COURSE WE ARE!” Zim interjected.

“Alright. Good luck! I’m going to see if I can find a way to send everyone back to their home timelines.”

And with that, Zoom rushed off to search for a way to send the Y/Ns home.

Zim took in a deep breath and knocked on the door.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

CREAK!

The door slowly opened as a familiar voice echoed from within:

“Come in my sweets~”

Zim and Dib carefully made their way into Zb’s castle.

SLAM!

The door slammed behind them as Zib emerged from the shadows.

“Well, Well what have we here?”

“Um, just two lost Y/Ns…” Dib giggled as he tried to imitate your voice.

Yes, I can see that. Come closer will you? I don’t bite.” Zib chuckled as he motioned for Dib to come closer.

Dib swallowed hard as he carefully approached Zib.

Zib chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Dib’s waist.

“Typical, Y/N. Always so tense…You know you really don’t have to-ACK!”

CLANG!

Zib was cut off by Zim smacking him upside the head with one of his weapons.

“Let’s go find our Y/N!” Zim growled as he dragged Dib along.

It didn’t take long for Zim and Dib to find you.

“Y/N!” Zim and Dib exclaimed in unison.

“We are all Y/N here….” Your voice was cold and robotic as you stared up at them with hazy blue eyes.

“Y-Y/N! What happened to you?!” Dib yelped.

“WHAT HAS THAT AWFUL DIB DONE TO YOU?!” Zim demanded as he shook your shoulders.

“He is not awful. He has opened my eyes and now I am free….” You responded as your eyelids lowered.

“NO! Y/N! SNAP OUT OF IT! JUST- Eh?” Zim suddenly noticed the bright blue collar wrapped around your neck.

“What’s- AH HA! THIS MUST BE WHY YOU’RE ACTING ALL WEIRD AND STUFF!”

Before you could protest, Zim pulled out a small laser from his PAK

ZAP!

CRACK!

CLANG!

With one swift cut, you were freed from your collar as it clattered to the ground.

The blue haze faded from your eyes as they returned to their normal color.

“Urgh…What happened?” You groaned.

“Y/N! YOU’RE BACK TO YOUR OLD SELF!” Zim cheered as he pulled you into a tight hug.

“I never thought I’d say this but…You did it Zim..” Dib admitted as he rubbed his arm.

“Yes! Yes I did! I AM ZIM! Now let’s free all the other Y/Ns before that VILE Dib-thing wakes up”

And with that, You, Zim and Dib went around the castle and freed every single version of you.

“I think that was the last of em.” Zim panted as another collar clattered to the ground.

“Great job guys! Now we can get out of here!” You chuckled as you pulled Zim and Dib into a hug.

Zim and Dib giggled as they melted into your embrace.

Once you released them they composed themselves and prepared to leave. You, Zim, and Dib were just inches away from the door when-

“Not so fast!”

All three of you whipped around to find Zib glaring daggers at Zim and Dib.

“You didn’t really think I’d let you leave here with all of my beloved Y/Ns did you?” Zib growled as he drew closer.

“It’s over you..Zib creature you! All of the Y/Ns have been freed!” Dib stuttered as he put his hands on his hips.

“Don’t call me by that name. And I’ll have you know that all of the Y/Ns are HUH?!”

Zib’s eyes nearly burst out of his cracked glasses!

All of the Y/Ns were running out of the castle!

“Guards! Guards! Stop them!” Zib pleaded but he was too late, for every last Y/N had left the castle.

“N-No…No! No!!!!!!” Zib wailed as he clutched the sides of his head.

“Well, looks like it’s time for us to leave now!” Dib stuttered as he tried to guide you out of the castle.

FWIP!

You, Zim, and Dib were captured in a massive mechanical tentacle.

“None of you are going anywhere! You may have chased off my harem but I still have the most beautiful Y/N of them all and I refuse to ever let them leave my side!” Zib seethed as he stormed closer.

BOOM!

Zim had squeezed out a blaster from his PAK and blasted you and Dib free.

“Hurry! We don’t have much time!”

And with that, Zim grabbed your hand and rushed you out the door.

“Wait for me!!!” Dib cried as he ran after you and Zim.

“WAIT! NO!! YOU CAN’T TAKE THEM FROM ME-ACK!”

THUD!

The remains of the tentacle fell on top of Zib.

“N-No!! Y/N! Wait! I didn’t even get to tell you I loved you….”

“Geez. What a creep. Are you alright, Y/N?” Zim asked as he took off his disguise.

“Yeah, I think so. My head hurts though.” You sighed as you rubbed your head.

“Well hopefully we can fix that when we get you home.” Zim kissed your cheek as he let you back to the Voot Cruiser.

“Wait! What about the other mes?” You asked as you climbed in.

“Don’t worry about them! I’ve already taken care of it!” Zoom reassured as they zipped over to you.

“Really? What did you do, Irken-me?” You asked as you peeked over at Zoom.

“I found this Dimensional Zapper thingy and reprogramed it.” Zoom explained nonchalantly.

“Oh that makes sense.”

“Well. It was nice working with you, Zoom-Y/N. Now it’s time for us to part ways!” Zim announced as he started up the Voot.

“Wait! Are you my unicorn?!” GIR asked as he hopped into your lap.

“Yes. Yes. I am.” You chuckled as you patted GIR’s head.

“Yay!!” And with that, Zim closed the Voot and flew off.

Dib hopped into Tak’s ship and followed suit.

You were the last Y/N to go, leaving Zib all alone.

“No! Please don’t go…”

#invader zim #invader zim x reader #yandere #zimvoid #nanuberry0 #Invader Zim comics #Invader Zim dib #Invader Zim spoilers #spoilers #invader zim into the zimvoid

70 notes · View notes

thecandywrites · 3 years

Text

Jewel Of The North Part 8

The calm down but a little storm is about to be brewed into a hurricane.

Again, thanks to @monstersandmaw for sharing ice orcs with me. I really appreciate it. Alorna is in the bottom left corner.

Enjoy.

Jewel Of The North

Part 8

“What is wrong with you? You are the only person on the planet that the thought of a millionaire joining the family pisses you off!” John yelled at his wife before he got a call from work.

“What?” He demanded.

“Tim called off, is there any way we can get you to come in?” Harald asked him.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a bit.” John grumbled before he hung up.

“You go home and cool off and just think about this and work on a good apology and how we can get into Zara’s good graces. We need her to like us. She’s from a good family and I would bet you twenty bucks that she paid off all her family’s debts, she could do the same for your parents, all of our family’s and hell even Neena’s family’s debts- if she wanted to. She could even donate to the clans. She’s a godsend, literally. You’re always complaining about how I don’t make enough money and how poor we are and our one shot into an easy life in the lap of luxury and you pissed it away on your petty jealousy over what? Because her son is in ballet? Who the fuck cares? He could torture small animals for fun or literally anything else and it shouldn’t make a damn difference! Or was it because she was Anglo? Hell, I’m mostly Anglo and the only time you give a damn is when you can reserve judgement whenever a native marries a non native and you get to sit on top of your high horse and drag everyone else into the mud even though you’re the most guilty of it. Or was the biggest reason you instantly didn’t like her was because she was prettier than you? Gave you some competition for being the most beautiful woman in the family? Was that it? Gods you are so vain! Get over yourself, the world does not revolve around you! She can afford to give Sakura anything she wants and everything she needs and therefore, everything we want and everything we need. She’s the best kind of rich because she wasn’t born with it so her parents didn’t get the chance to tell her to hoard it all, she’s only had it for a couple of years and poor people love to share new wealth! If you had just played nice like your parents asked, we would be on the winning side of this! You knew the family would turn on you if you turned on her. You should have just kept your mouth shut and your judgement to yourself!” John barked as he drove them home before she got out of the car and slammed her door shut and stomped into the house and had a temper tantrum.

She couldn’t lose like this. Then she got an idea.

She got in her car and drove to the community center where she knew the remaining elder body would be gathered going over the final details of the festivities the day after tomorrow. But on the way, she saw Doug stumble out of another bar and stagger to his car.

“What happened to you?” She asked as she pulled up next to him.

“You don’t want to know.” Doug shook his head.

“Does it have something to do with Zarasashasabine Kingsley?” She inquired smugly before he looked up at her.

“Get in and tell me everything.” She invited before he did as she asked and got into her car as she drove to the community center and once there, they stayed and came up with a scheme to get even before Doug seemed to sober up before they went into the center together to address the council.

“Hey, so there’s been a development…” Alorna insisted to the remaining council of elders that were gathered there.

Meanwhile-

“Well that was awkward.” You murmured to Noah quietly as he drove over to Taylor’s house to pick up the remainder of your things from her house.

“That was just Alorna, she always has a blow up at about every family gathering we have. I don’t know if you noticed how everyone else there was way over her bull shit. Literally everyone was mad at her for making a scene. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Noah reassured you before he took your hand from where your arm was wrapped around Sakura and kissed the back of it sweetly.

“You’re not allowed to feel bad or guilty over the mess Alorna made, it’s Alorna’s mess to clean up. Not yours.” He insisted. “Just give her a wide berth at the summer solstice and you’ll be fine.” He advised. “But it means a lot to me and everyone else that you’ll be coming to it as a priestess. That means the world to the rest of us.” Noah encouraged.

“You’re welcome, I’ll be happy to do it. Is there anything that needs to be done, like any work on outfits or accessories or anything like that?” You asked.

“It’s stuff we can work on tomorrow.” He assured you.

Once you gathered the rest of your things from Taylor’s house and got it all finally put in Noah’s house, he went ahead and took out his ceremonial outfit and laid it out along with Sakura’s as you made sure Sakura would fit hers only to find out that hers was too small.

“Well lucky for you sweetie, I can sew and first thing tomorrow, we’re gonna go to town and see what we can do to make this work ok?” You reassured Sakura before you all got ready for bed.

It felt so natural to get into bed with Noah and even though you had a Frozen Tundra sized king bed. You two were cuddled close and you nearly melted when Noah began to scratch your back.

“Oooh, harder baby,” You moaned which he obliged before you stripped off your night shirt and laid over his chest to provide him all the access to your back you could and before you knew it, scratching turned to stroking turned to massaging and you were in utter bliss.

“You have an amazing sense of touch. Your pressure is awesome.” You genuinely praised.

“Thanks.” Noah grinned proudly. Happy that he could please you so well and when you felt his cock poke at your core through the strain of his boxers, it turned you on and before you knew it you had stripped off your underwear and rode him with great enthusiasm because the look of him just staring up at you in awed wonder made you feel like a wonder of the universe. Especially when he would make all these little keens and groans and moans and murmured his praise and love and adoration made you feel like a goddess and the look of him under you was a sight you would happily engrave into your mind forever. He was...perfect. He was handsome, he was built like a blue marble statue of a god and his strong hands that tightly grasped your hips as he guided your movements while also pushing up into you from below were heavenly.

The next morning you were woken up to the sound of your phone going off and the caller ID told you it was your children.

“Good morning.” You greeted sleepily from inside Noah’s embrace since he was spooning you.

“Good morning, are you with Noah?” Skylar asked.

“Yes I am.” You confirmed.

“Can we talk to him?” Skylar requested.

“Sure,” you answered as you gently stroked your foot on his leg which did get him to stir.

“The kids want to talk to you.” You told him as you handed him your phone from over your shoulder which he lifted his head off his pillow to crack an eye open to see it before he unwrapped his arm which had been wrapped around your waist to reach up and gently take it from you before you turned around in his embrace and cuddled into his warm chest and continue to use his upper arm as your pillow which caused him to bend the arm at the elbow to fold it so he could wrap his forearm around your upper back and shoulders before his fingertips began to delicately stroke your arm.

“Hello,” he greeted groggily.

“So, we have been thinking. And if you were up to it...” Skylar began.

“Put the phone on speaker.” You suggested since you could overhear your daughter before he did as you asked and let the phone rest on the side of your head which made you snort a laugh as his other hand snaked around you and pulled you flush against him as you could feel his morning wood pinned between you which in turn invited you to hike your leg up around his hip. You could still feel all the seed he pumped you full of last night squish between your feminine lips and yet, here you were, hungry for more and Noah’s hand that found your knee and was stroking up your leg to your rear to give it a good squeeze as his hips rolled into yours- it was divine and one of the best ways to wake up. Gods, if you kept this up, your pussy was going to get raw. But at least you were catching up for lost time.

“Would you be able to take a week off of work so you and Sakura would be able to go on a family cruise with us?” Skylar proposed.

“Oh no you don’t. No. Nothing too expensive and cruises are nothing but expensive, try again.” You immediately cut in as you picked up the phone to speak into it before you set the phone down on the pillow between Noah’s head and your own.

“We know, just hear us out before you shoot it down, that’s why we want Noah and Sakura to be our guests on a Disney cruise, to the Frozen Tundra. We originally wanted to go to the Bahamas but Grandpa Gru said that ice orcs can get really sick if they get too hot and we don’t want Sakura especially to get sick. So we figured a Frozen Tundra cruise would be a good in-between. They get to show us a snapshot of the Frozen Tundra and we can show them some Wainwright slash Kingsley hospitality. And we doubt Sakura’s ever been on a cruise and Disney makes the best kids cruises and the kids activities would still give you guys some privacy if you wanted it and we can even get a two bedroom cabin so we can all stay together and Skylar already called dibs on the loft bed and once we can sit down and talk about the possibilities of our two families merging and what that would look like and how that would work and if we figure out it’s not gonna work out, then we got to go on a nice vacation with a nice family and if it does end up working out and we click, the week after the cruise, Noah can fly us home and show us the Frozen Tundra in more detail and we can meet his friends and family and all that jazz.” Xander specified.

“When would you want to go?” Noah asked.

“The cruise week would be the third week in July, that way we can have the last week in July up there if everything goes well and that still gives us time to come back home at the beginning of August and have time to get back on our sleep schedule for school.” Xander informed him.

“What do you think?” Noah asked you.

“I will admit, I may have been a little too hasty to shoot that down, I apologize for not being respectful in listening to the whole offer before I made a decision. It sounds like a lot of thought and considerations were put into this and all of that sounds fair to me and that gives me enough time to book it and get things mapped out and planned out.” You answered.

“Then we have a deal.” Noah answered your kids as you heard their cheers which made you and Noah chuckle.

“Is there anything else that you need to tell me?” You asked as Noah wasted no time in groping your breasts from under your night shirt and you responded by pushing your chest into his touch because you had missed intimate touches like this.

“Nope, that’s all, we’re looking forward to it.” Your kids chirped charmingly.

“Well call me if you need me ok?” You invited.

“Will do, bye.” They bid you before they hung up and right on cue just as Noah finally hiked his hips up into yours and seated himself to the hilt in you, his phone went off.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.” Noah groaned as he checked his phone.

“I am so sorry,” He apologized to you. “Unfortunately I have to answer this.” He said before he answered the phone.

“Hey Kragan.” He answered.

“Hey Noah, sorry to bother you but I have a load of supplies that needs to be delivered to Fair Banks for the festival tomorrow and I can’t get a hold of anyone else. Is there any way you can do this load? I can pay…” Kragan began.

“Yeah, I can do that. Give me a bit, I’m in the middle of something right this second.” Noah said as his hips stroked into yours and you bit your bottom lip to keep from moaning.

“Thank you so much Noah,” Kragan thanked him before he hung up and with that, he rolled over you and started up in earnest.

“Don’t you have to get going?” You asked as you clung to him as Noah lavished licks and bites and sucks on your neck, giving you another hickey.

“I always finish what I start.” Noah murmured in your ear before he picked up speed.

“Lucky me.” You giggled before you gasped then moaned when he nipped at your ear lobe.

#It's short and sweet but next one WILL NOT BE SWEET.#Jewel Of The North #Jewel Of The North Part 8 #ice orcs #orcs #orc love story #jewel orcs #@monstersandmaw #thank you for sharing ice orcs with me #headcannon #ice orcs have brown fat instead of white fat like a bear

15 notes · View notes

lumiolivierlithium · 3 years

Text

The Good Old Days Chapter Sixteen: Perfect

A/N: Hi, friends! You want some wholesome content of a wholesome family in a not so wholesome business? Here. You can have this.

Look at her…She’s absolutely perfect. I know I hold her on too high of a pedestal, but I don’t care. If that’s the risk we’re taking, I’ll make sure to catch her if she ever falls. All it took was one word and she was mine. She is mine. A girl like Vanessa doesn’t come along every day. And a girl like Vanessa sure as fuck doesn’t come along every day for someone like me. When she told me all I needed to do was say the word, I made myself a promise right then and there that I’d do everything in my power to keep this girl in my life. She was mine. And I was hers. And that was all that mattered anymore.

Although, there is some bullshit line about all good things coming to an end that came into play. I didn’t want to do it. When we stood at her front door, I did not want to let this girl go back into that house. I wanted to take her by the hand and take her away from the hell that awaited her inside. I wanted to run off into the sunset with her and never look back. But unfortunately…I may not be able to get everything I want, but I had her. She’s enough to be my everything.

“Hey, Frankie,” Vanessa nuzzled her face in my shoulder, “What time does the Old Man let you go at night?”

“Around midnight,” I told her, “Maybe one o’clock if we run a little late. I don’t think my office hours are very set in stone. But if I’m not there by eight, he has my ass handed to me. Why?”

“Because,” she hugged me tight, “I want to know when I’ll be able to see you again.”

“You know where I live,” I kissed her forehead, “And you know you are welcome anytime. If Mama gushing over you is any proof of that.”

“And you know where I live,” Vanessa hid a little smile from me. Oh, no, no, no, sweetheart. We don’t play like that here.

“That’s right,” I pulled her chin up and gave her a quick little kiss. Just enough, “I’ll call you tomorrow night.”

“Nine o’clock?” she hoped.

“Nine o’clock,” I promised, “Good night, Vanessa.”

“Good night,” Vanessa didn’t want to let go either, but unfortunately, we needed to wake up from our daydreams some time.

“Hey,” I stopped her, “Kiss the little one for me, too.”

“I will.” If I didn’t know any better, I’d think I just scored a few more brownie points with her. What can I say? Veronica scared the shit out of me and I wanted to make sure she was doing ok.

I got into the back of the Old Man’s town car and started heading home. As I watched the streetlights pass by in the window, I couldn’t help myself. I had one of the most incredible people I have ever had the honor and privilege of knowing, waiting for my phone call tomorrow night. And genuinely excited for it. Sometimes, I think back and wonder what would’ve happened that night if I would’ve stoned up and talked to her at the bar. If I would’ve bought her a couple drinks and sat down with her instead of choking horribly. Would we still be the same? It couldn’t be too much different. She still would’ve had her sister watching her. She still would’ve slipped that note in my pocket.

Still…It’s amazing to think about. Her number could’ve fallen out of my pocket. Instead of going up to me, she could’ve gone up to Tony or César. Hell, when César talked me up to her, she could’ve fallen for his charms and I’d end up losing her. But for whatever reason that night, she picked me. Out of every other asshole in that scummy, piece of shit club in Williamsburg, she picked me. She didn’t even have to go into that particular club. She just wanted to go out and have a good time with her sister and some of their friends. Yet she comes out of there having stuffed her hand in my pocket and gives me her phone number. Thanks for seeing past the street rat, Vanessa.

Once I got home, Mama had already gone to bed. So, I decided to follow suit. However, I couldn’t sleep for the life of me. The world was too wonderful for me to sleep on it now. So, what do I do? I made myself a drink and sat out on the fire escape, letting the occasional warm breeze hit me. One night, baby…You and me are going to be sitting on our own roof of our own place. We’ll both be in that special, content place in our heads and everything will be ok. I promise you. Once things with the Old Man and I really pick up, this town is going to be ours for the taking. And I will make sure you never have to worry about anything ever again.

It’s hard to believe that all I had to do was say the word…And she’s mine.

“I thought I saw the window open,” César came out, “What’s the occasion, Frankie? You doing ok?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, nursing my tequila, “Couldn’t be better.”

“And…” he wondered, “You’re not being sarcastic?”

“Not in the least bit,” I assured him, “I have nowhere to complain.”

“That’s good to hear,” César went back inside and made himself a drink, too, “Because God forbid you were out here drinking alone.”

“Very nice, César,” I rolled my eyes, giggling a little.

“And just out of curiosity,” he started picking at me, “Is there a reason you’re all covered in glitter? Did the Old Man take you to a strip club tonight and that’s why you’re in such a good mood?”

“I don’t think any of the girls in town could do it for me anymore,” I sighed out, “No. I had better than the strip club tonight.”

“Shit, better?” César lit up a cigarette, “Let me guess. Vanessa?”

“The girl does rock a lot of glitter.” She is glitter. She’s pure sparkle in a human being.

“Well?” he wondered, “Don’t keep me in suspense, hermanito. How’d it go?”

“I love her.” There was no sense in beating around the bush about it, “I love this girl so much, César. She’s definitely…She’s something else.”

“Hard to tell,” César teased, “She’s really got a hold on you, doesn’t she?”

“You know what she told me?” I finished off my drink, “All I had to do was say the word. Say the word and she was mine.”

“And?”

“I didn’t even hesitate,” I laid my head on the brick.

“So…” César figured, “That’s your girl?”

“That’s my girl.” I like the sound of that. Vanessa’s my girl…Sounds just as nice the second time around.

“Lucky you,” he jabbed, “You did call dibs, Frankie. We’re not going to get in the way.”

“You’re damn right, you’re not!” I snapped. My brothers and I had an unspoken rule when it came to women. Once a dibs is called, the others back off. And even though I loved my brothers dearly, if either one of them laid a finger on Vanessa, I’d end up short a brother and have to ask the Old Man for a favor.

“In the way of what?” Tony poked his head out the window.

“Vanessa’s giving our little hood rat a shot,” César gave me a shove, “He called dibs.”

“I know,” Tony remembered, “Not for us.”

“Definitely not for you,” César poked at him, “Not that she’d ever go for you. Vanessa would be all over me before she’d even look twice at you.”

“What the hell, César?!” Tony whined, “Frankie already called dibs anyway!”

“She did, too,” I chuckled a bit. I’m sure she’d really appreciate my brothers arguing over a hypothetical chance with her, but I needed to stop this before it got worse, “She told me the night we met, she called dibs on me. Vanessa told me the same thing. But I don’t think I’d have to worry about Veronica. I haven’t met Violet, but I have a feeling Violet’s not going to be my biggest fan, so I’m not too worried. I’m good, though. I’ll gladly keep the one I got.”

“No one could blame you.”

That’s my girl. Damn right, that’s my girl. Vanessa was mine, whether anyone else liked it or not. And that’s how we were. For the next few months, things were perfect. I’d kill afternoons with Vanessa between her classes. Then, I’d go run errands for the Old Man, go home, and do it all again the next day. And I wasn’t mad about it. I had my girl. I was already rising in the Old Man’s ranks. Everything was absolutely fantastic…Until it wasn’t…

As the summer came to an end and fall started coming in, I got a sudden invitation from Vanessa. Some fancy ass party at her place. I thought I was going to be sick when I brought her to meet Mama. I knew her parents were going to be a totally different monster. But if I understood correctly, parties at the Scarlotti estate were never small affairs. I’m sure I’d end up getting lost in the crowd somehow. Or at least I sure as fuck hoped so. And if I did get lost in the crowd, I know what would happen. Someone would end up asking me for either food or drinks and I’d want to stab a mother fucker.

But things were so good with Vanessa and me. I wanted to go like I wanted to lick the floors of the Old Man’s office clean, but it was Vanessa. It’s not like I was going to tell her no. So, I managed to get the night off from doing the Old Man’s running and knew exactly what kind of ass reaming this was going to be. I just hope someone’s lubing up. That’s all I ask. And maybe if I’m lucky, I’ll get to suck down high-end booze and hang out with the woman I loved. That’s alright, I suppose.

I finished getting dressed and gave myself one last look in the mirror. The shit I do for you, Ness. I love you so much that I’m willing to throw my Williamsburg gutter ass into the fires of upscale Manhattan for you. I’d be alright. Cute girl. Good drink. Maybe it’ll be one of those things where we’ll be in and out. God…? If you could do me a huge solid tonight and make this go smoothly, I’d really appreciate it. I love this girl with all my heart and I don’t want to lose her because of me fucking this up tonight.

“Where the hell are you off to tonight, you fancy fuck?” César wondered, doing a double take past our bedroom.

“There’s a party at Vanessa’s tonight,” I explained, “She said it was black tie. And if we’re being honest, I’m not totally hating it.”

“Your rich girlfriend has truly sunk her claws into you, Frankie,” he hung his head, “One day, you’re going to leave us all in the slums and look down at us from your ivory tower with haughty pride and your pinky in the air and pretend like you don’t know us.”

“Fuck you,” I rolled my eyes. He knew better. As did I. I’ve always said that if I ever came into a shit ton of money, I’d make sure the family was taken care of before I did anything else. Mama would get a nice, comfortable villa in either Madrid or Barcelona (her choice). I’d set my favorite pair of dumbasses up (and chances are, they’d be working for me anyway. Just to keep them out of trouble.). I’d still have my priorities in place.

“A party at Vanessa’s tonight, huh?” Tony joined us. Oh, god. I knew where this was going, “Sounds like that could…”

“No.” I had to put my foot down quick or it’d be a recipe for disaster. As nice as it’d be to have my brothers there as a buffer (or, let’s be honest, a security blanket), I couldn’t babysit tonight, “I’m meeting Vanessa’s parents tonight and they’re not letting any more miscreants in their party. It’s bad enough I’ll be there.”

“Well,” César threw an arm around me, “Good luck, hermanito. You’re going to need it. I suggest not resorting to violence tonight.”

“And not telling Vanessa’s mom that she’s hot,” Tony winced, “Trust me. Made that mistake before.”

“I’m so fucking shocked,” César held his face in his hands, “Honest to Christ, Tony. Where did I go wrong with you?”

“We did our best, César,” I put a hand to my brother’s shoulder, “God couldn’t bless all three of us with brains. We’d be too powerful.”

“I suppose you make a good point,” César agreed, “But I thought we did better.”

A knock at the door caught us all by surprise. Gee. I wonder who that could be. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face if I tried, “I think that’s for me.”

“Hola, niña!” Mama chimed at the door.

“Hola, Sariña,” the voice of an angel drifted through our apartment, “Como estas?”

“Bien, bien!” Mama sang, “Eres tan hermosa, kariña. What’s the occasion?”

“My parents are throwing a party tonight.” I didn’t like Vanessa’s tone. She sounded so happy two seconds ago. I shoved my brothers back into our bedroom and listened, “Sariña, can I be honest with you?”

“Of course, Vanessa,” she insisted, “Please. Sit. What’s troubling you?”

“I’m scared for tonight,” her voice shook, “I’m so scared for tonight.”

“Por que?” My heart fell to the floor. Oh, Vanessa, it’ll be alright. Don’t you worry, baby. I can behave myself.

“You know I love him,” Vanessa began, “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be able to look you in the eye. But my parents…They’re not like me. When I tell them I’m going to Williamsburg, they ask me if I forgot who I was. And how embarrassing it’d be for the family if someone were to see me here. You know as well as I do that I love coming here. I love being here. I love being able to unclench once in a while.”

“And there’s nothing wrong with that,” Mama assured her.

“I just want them to give him a chance,” she hoped, “It’s not Frankie I’m worried about. I never have to worry when it comes to him. Not like that anyway. I know good when I see it. And if I didn’t see any kind of future with him, I would’ve left him in the club and walked away. I’m just…I’m scared.”

“There’s no need to worry,” I came out from the hallway, in dire need of a beautiful woman to hold. By the looks of her, Vanessa could stand a good holding. Instead, I settled on a quick kiss. It was enough to put the smile back on her face, “I got charm for days, baby. You know that.”

“God, I hope so,” she got up from the couch and threw herself into my chest. I could still feel her shaking. Don’t you worry, baby girl. I’ll make sure you’re ok by the time we get there.

“I won you over, didn’t I?” I put things into perspective, “What do I need to know?”

“My mom is difficult,” Vanessa cringed, “My dad took my mom’s last name. If that tells you anything.”

“So,” I figured, “Your mom’s a ball buster and keeps your dad’s in her purse. Got it.”

“I love my dad,” she giggled, “But yeah. You’re not wrong.”

“Then, we got this,” I promised, hugging her tight, “Trust me, Vanessa. It’s nothing the Old Man hasn’t already taught me.”

“What if things go terrible tonight?”

“Then…” I didn’t think I’d have to come up with a quick contingency plan. But I think I knew exactly what it’d be, “If we need a minute away from the crowd, then we’ll go up to the roof. I heard your roof is something special.”

“I love you, Frankie,” she melted.

“I love you, too, corazon,” I kissed the top of her head, then Mama’s cheek, “I might be out a little late, Mama. No need to wait up for me.”

“Cuidado,” Mama ordered, “Para ella.”

“I will,” I promised, “Te amo, Mama.”

“Te amo, cariño!” And just like that, Mama sent Vanessa and me off.

Well…Here goes nothing.

#the good old days #mafia au #fan fiction prequel #oc backstory #switch #for the family

2 notes · View notes

musicfeedsmysoul12 · 4 years

Text

Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

Summary: Max, Luka and Nino break down.

Warnings: Murder, mentions of torture, references to sex, implied suicide, child abuse, child neglect, captivity.

-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0

Max has always been a genius. He’s always thought a million miles ahead of everyone. His mother loved it.

His father didn’t.

Max idly typed on a computer, ignoring the man behind him.

“Look, I told Lady Fortune, I ain’t done nothing to piss her off. I keep to her rules, keep to her cred-”

“Then why do you have reports of guns being smuggled to the Snarling Snakes?” Max asked, stopping on the file on the computer. The man choked as a portal opened up and Kim stepped out, decked in his uniform. He grabbed the man who started screaming.

Pathetic.

His father hated his son was smarter than him. He was the doctor, after all, he was the one who worked so hard to be smart.

His mother divorced him when he put Max into the hospital. She branched out, began working towards her own goals and wants.

Max was happy. Even happier as he got older and met Kim who was… everything.

Max was working when the door opened and Chloe wandered in, looking annoyed.

“Your boy toy ruined my silk shirt.”

“...Not the bee one.” Max sighed. Chloe scowled harder. “Shit, I’ll fund a replacement, promise.”

“You better- that was an amazing shirt,” Chloe told him. “Either the money or I get to play tomorrow would be good payment.”

“Kim’s been super excited about breaking this guy,” Max said, pulling up the information on the drug dealer they were dealing with. Some idiot who decided former heroes meant soft despite the bloody carnage they’d left in the wake. “He’s homophobic and Kim has dibs.”

“He ruined my silk bee shirt because he got annoyed that someone said Horse wasn’t hot.” Chloe snapped.

“...Alright, I’ll see what I can do.”

Kim and he were best friends. Alix to sometimes. He still felt lonely though and built a new friend one day. Markov was a great friend, funny and smart…

And sort of like his son. He loved it.

Things went sour though when Markov pointed out a few things he hadn’t noticed about Lila’s tales. When he stopped following the lies.

“You’re nothing but the tech wiz- that’s all they use you for.” said the woman, leaning forward to show more of her chest. Max simply stared at her behind the glasses of his Miraculous. He felt Kaalki’s mutterings in his head and wanted to laugh. “We could appreciate you so more.” she reached up, smiling, to unbutton her shirt some more.

“My boyfriend appreciates me,” Max replied. “And I’m more than the tech expert.” A portal opened under her and she was gone in a second. He rolled his eyes behind his glasses.

Dumbasses never got that right.

Lila spread rumours about him, that he was a cheat and a bully. Some believed it, some didn’t. He had Kim though, and Markov. He had everything he needed. He didn’t care what anyone believed.

And then Alix smashed Markov when she believed Lila.

She smashed his son.

“Hey babe,” Kim kissed his boyfriend’s forehead. “What you doin’?”

“...Looking at Markov’s data again.” Max replied. Kim didn’t move but then wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and held him for a long moment.

“Babe…”

“I just… I want him back.”

“I know babe, I know.”

Max lashed out and of course, he was overreacting, he was being STUPID. Bustier believed the liar. His mom didn’t, and it was awesome and okay but…

Somehow he was put into his father’s care. And nothing could stop the beatings. He ran as soon as he could, running and running. Chloe took him in, hiding him in the hotel. He couldn’t go to school. Not if his father was searching for him.

But then Kim was with him and he had his friends. Maybe… maybe it could be okay.

“Hey mom,” Max said, tucking the phone under his ear as he frowned at the computer. Was… was someone stealing from them?

“Hey honey, how’s the computer business?”

“Good, hows astronaut training?” someone was. Damn it. Max began hunting that trail while listening to his mom chat.

“When are you and Kim getting married?” she asked after a bit. Max laughed.

“Oh, soon enough.” His mom laughed.

“Alright honey. Don’t forget to invite me.”

“I’d never.”

When they beat Hawkmoth when Adrien was brought back… it should have been the end. He should have been able to go back home.

But it didn’t because people were sheep. They were sheep who listened to what they wanted and not the truth. They almost let their Ladybug, the Miraculous Team’s leader die because of their stupidity.

Well, they wouldn’t get another chance to be so stupid.

Max looked at his father, face impassive as the man begged for his life.

“Have mercy,” the man begged.

“Where was my mercy when you were beating me?” Max asked before he pulled the trigger of the gun he was carrying.

Messy. Boring. He’d much rather work behind the scenes. Leave this to the others.

But it was a start.

-0-

Chaos had been Luka’s life since he was a kid. His mom encouraged it. She hated anything orderly.

He and Jules were taken away five times because of her actions. Luka sometimes wished they stayed away.

Luka winked at a pretty girl who was waiting eagerly for his signature. He signed the album, looking her up and down. Perhaps…

A glimpse of red and black made him change his mind and he left without taking her back to his room. “Bug?” Luka asked as he entered into his limo. Across from him, Marinette smiled.

“Sorry, just wanted to check-in.” Luka grinned.

“Glad you did.”

Luka never knew his dad. He kinda remembered Jules’ dad. He was an asshole. Anarka would yell if asked about either of their dad’s. Luka would wonder as a kid if her drinking was what drove him away.

She drank a lot. She tried to recapture her glory days- Luka wasn’t stupid. She would rant at him while drunk. The reason she had to stop being a star. Why she couldn’t go back. Failure.

Juleka tried. She tried so hard to keep herself together. Luka did for her. They only had each other.

Luka loomed above the man on the ground, silent as ever. The dark- almost black- green of his suit nearly made him invisible in the warehouse. The man was shaking.

“Please- we don’t-”

“You take us for fools?” Kagami asked, her voice dangerous. “We know exactly what you have and don’t have. Shall we bring Horse in? Monkey will be so mad- he may want to play.” The man shook even more.

Whimp.

Meeting Marinette was… was everything. She was sunshine and brightness and he knew something connected them. He wanted it romantic at first but then saw her with Adrien.

That connection was fireworks and beauty. He couldn’t get in between that. He was just happy to be their friend.

Because that’s why they were. Friends. And it opened so much. He even started a band with his sister and some of her friends.

It was amazing.

“So, what’s the inspiration behind your stage name?” asked the interviewer. “Model Snake.” she leaned in, her eyes slightly shiny with lust. Side effect of his new skill with the Miraculous- low-level hypnotism.

“My sister wanted to be a model for years,” Luka gave a small smile. “My way of honouring her.”

His other way was being the muscle and ears for his Lady.

Lila he knew was a rat from the start. He’d warned Juleka but she didn’t want to have to fight that. Not with the class against her. He let it go. He wanted her safe more than anything.

He was there to offer an ear when Marinette needed it, needed someone to scream with.

He was there when she handed him a snake bracelet and he started noticing the connections more. The snake may give second chances, but like other Miraculous, there were secrets hidden in its depths.

He was happy.

“Jagged, my man!” Luka opened his arms and laughed when the older rock star gave him a hug. “It’s been ages!”

“I know!” Jagged laughed. “But hey, rock n’ roll waits for no one.” The man sat down. “...Saw your mom.”

“Yeah, she’s doing better,” Luka said. Both sat in silence.

“If I’d known-”

“Yeah, don’t worry I get it. Hey, wanna talk to Marinette?” Luka deflected. Jagged let him.

“Yeah, nice to talk with her again!” Jagged grinned.

It was always nice to talk to him.

Things went to shit when the others stopped listening to Lila. Her words, her lies affected them and he tried to keep them together. But he wouldn’t let her lie to him. She twisted the others of the band, made them turn against him.

Except Juleka. She refused.

And it cost her.

Luka slammed his fist into the nose of the man in front of him.

“Please, look I know-” the man began but Luka grabbed him and threw him against the wall.

“Lady Fortune wants a clean sweep. This whole gang dead or in jail.” Kim remarked.

“She was a hero.” said a voice and they turned to see Ivan sitting there. He looks different from when they were kids, gaunter, less larger than life. The two men traded looks.

“All your’s man,” Kim said. Luka grinned.

Rose wanted a prince. She wanted a fairy tale. So she broke up with Juleka. The rumours started flying. Slut, cheat, bitch. Juleka was panicking.

Luka tried to help. They all did. They all tried but soon she was falling. She was spiralling.

It didn’t take her long to find the pills their mother thought she hid so well.

“Your agent is skimming off the top,” said Max, studying the computer in front of him.

“Really?” Luka groaned. “We just killed the last one for being a plant for the League. Kagami had a ball with that one.”

“It’s what happens when you’re famous.” Max shrugged. “Want me to send Chloe?”

“Sure. Alya and Nino will love it- she gets going after a night of fun. Maybe they’ll let me watch.” Luka made a face. “Haven’t gotten any in a while.”

“Me and Kim are up for a third tonight if you want,” Max said as he pulled out his phone to text.”

“Nice.” Luka grinned.

He would have fun that night.

He lost Juleka. He lost her.

He was happy Hawkmoth was there to punch. To nearly kill after he nearly killed Chat, their second in command.

He was the one who was barely held together as Lila kept talking, as Lila kept speaking. As their leader nearly died.

Luka snapped in ways he’d threatened to do since he was a child.

Luka opened the door, humming as he stepped into the tiny room. On the small mattress on the floor, a small blonde was huddled up.

“Did you see the news?” Luka asked, grabbing the chair in the corner and sitting down. “King Ali marries a woman from England. A fairy tale come to life, no?”

“Luka,” Rose breathed, looking up. “Please-”

“Hmmm, perhaps another prince will come,” Luka said, interrupting her. “Perhaps you’ll get I don’t know… some prince? That’s why you broke my sister’s heart, isn’t it? That’s why you helped push her over the edge?”

“I didn’t-” Luka laughed, loud and hard.

“Oh, Rose. I don’t give a damn.”

-0-

Nino had an older brother and a little brother. He loved them very much and was very happy with his family.

Then his older brother got involved in something. He got scared and left Nino with just a red cap and a house wondering where he went.

Nino stopped being so happy.

“You’d think they’d learn,” Alya said, leaning on Nino as Chloe laid across their laps. “Seriously. Isn’t it obvious when every time a club gets a new DJ their dirty business gets taken over?”

“That’s my superpower babe. No one notices me.”

“Mmm, tragic,” Chloé said, leaning up to kiss him nice and slow. He grins. “No one could have thought you’d be so good at sneaking though. It’s interesting.”

“It is what it is.”

He had to be a good kid. He had to be polite and kind and not rock the boat. His parents were trying to find his brother. His little brother needed someone to look after him.

It wasn’t fair. He was just a kid and taking care of another kid. But it was okay. Maybe they’d find their brother soon?

Yeah, that didn’t happen. And soon his parents stopped looking but never came home. To busy with their lovers and jobs to see Nino or Chris.

Nino grabbed the woman and slammed her to the floor, snarling. It was odd to see the turtle themed man snark but it fit him so well.

“You know I can fucking accept that you cheated us. I get that. You only cheated the Team because of your kid. That’s fine, we could have worked something out. But cheating on Snake? Nu-huh. Not gonna happen.”

“Please!” The woman screamed and damn. Sure Luka hadn’t been planning on marrying her or some shit but he’d liked her enough to possibly discuss bringing her into the operations a bit more. And she cheated on him.

Man, he hated that.

Nino barely could stay awake in classes. He had his little brother to look after it was more important than this shit. But then he met Adrien.

He spent time with Marinette, got a girlfriend, had a support system to lean on when he just needed to be a kid and not Chris’ parent. Chris loved Alya, loved Marinette and Adrien. It was great, it was awesome.

Then he became a hero and things just kept looking up.

Until they didn’t.

“Ugh,” Nino groaned, glaring at his hands. “I hate the upfront shit.”

“Sucks to be you, babe,” Chloé told him as Alya snorted. “But you have a job to do baby.”

“I know, I know.” Nino sighed. “I prefer the spy shit, my babes. Upfront killing is boring as fuck.”

“And gross.” Alya agreed, wrinkling her nose at her own hands.

“I love it.” Chloé grinned and Nino and Alya laugh.

“We know babe. You’re a wild card when you have your fun.” Nino told her, taking a moment to bask in the presence of his lovers. When the hell did he get so lucky?

Lila was whatever at first- cool but hey he knew Adrien and Marinette. But then her lies started getting a side-eye from him and Alya started frowning and things started going down.

When they stopped paying attention to her- her lies were pretty but stupid to listen to- she started attacking them. Nino barely cared. His parents weren’t home, he was more worried about Chris and shit.

He even got another girlfriend- Chloe and Alya were amazing and they got how he was often busy with Chris. They helped him and Chris out and it was amazing.

But then his friends? Nino’s fucking livelihood so he could pay for Chris and his shit cause his parents almost never remembered them? Attacking that? He nearly shattered.

“So, DJ Bubbles, why that name?” asked the talk show host.

“Well… I got akumatized into the Bubbler right? And me and my buddy Luka- Model Snake- were talking about it and I went: Why should I let Hawkmoth- Gabriel the fuck- take away bubbles from me? I love bubbles.”

“So it’s about reclaiming something.” The host said. Nino pointed at her.

“Exactly. Got worse when that Lila cunt talked shit about us.” Nino said. The host winced a little.

“Ah yes, that was… rather awful of her though she…”

“Nah, she didn’t deserve what happened to her, but can’t say I liked her or wanna talk nice about her.”

Oh, she did deserve exactly what she got, Nino knew that. But he couldn’t say. He had to play the game.

When his bro nearly was fucking murdered by Hawkmoth, Nino was cracked, broken pieces slowly falling down. Lila’s bullshit made the cracks spread.

Then she had Chris taken away from him. Reported his parents. Nino was left- he was more or less self-sufficient but Chris? Nah.

If Nino could see him it would be different but they didn’t let him. He wasn’t allowed near and it broke him.

He broke even more when Lila nearly killed their Ladybug. He broke enough he stopped giving a single fuck.

“Hey kiddo,” Nino said into the phone as he grabbed the body and began dragging it. “How’s school?”

“It’s great Nino!” Chris said over the phone. “It’s all so cool! Thanks for sending me here!”

“Hey, if my bro wants an arts school he gets an arts school,” Nino said as he huffed and picked up the body. “Gross.”

“What’s gross?”

“A garbage bag got juice on me,” Nino replied, and Chris laughed at him. Nino ignored the fact he was carrying a body and instead asked his brother about his boarding school more.

He was happy his brother was happy.

@northernbluetongue @ines-nz @seraphichana, @glasswolff, @crazylittlemunchkin, @miraculous786, @viinaa08, @18-fandoms-unite-08 @hypnosharkrebeldreamer@my-name-is-michell @emjrabbitwolf

#broken heroes verse #miraculous ladybug #chloe/nino/alya #max/kim #tw suicide #tw murder #tw torture #tw captivity #tw child abuse #maribat almost

193 notes · View notes