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captain-mj · 1 year

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Had a not good, very bad, terrible day today and was hoping for some escapism on tumblr. And I damn near cried in relief when I saw part 4 of the monster handler AU. Thank you.

I will not threaten you for your bones, but I will celebrate a part 5 when it happens ❤️

This is so sweet! I've definitely been there so I'm happy I could provide some escapism

Part 4

Ghost had slipped on the gear. Luckily, he didn't need to bind his wings or muzzle himself since they were on a mission. What was the point of making monsters with big teeth if they can't use them? Even if Ghost still wore a mask and therefore couldn't use his teeth. None of the bigshots upstairs had connected the dots there.

None of them had put together that he also easily could take both of those on and off himself and didn't require help. They considered it self sufficiency, completely missing that it defeated the purpose of them. A leash isn't helpful if the dog isn't tied to anything.

Not his problem though. It meant one more thing he didn't have to ask... Soap about.

They had their first mission today. It was... stressful. Not for Ghost of course, he'd just do whatever he needed to do. But Soap was stressed and that was annoying.

He kept glancing at Ghost and his lips would occasionally move.

"Out with it."

"I just want to make sure this goes well, ya know?"

"Why?"

Soap stalled and stared at him. "Well, we're friends, yeah? I'd like to stay around."

Ghost hummed. "I don't do friends. Not in the field manual."

"Neither is mask making." Soap glared at him. It caught Ghost guard and he just stared at him blankly for a minute. He saw his reflection in Soap's eyes. His giant eyes blinking back at him.

Ghost huffed out a laugh and it caught Soap off guard. He smiled at him. "Think I'm funny?"

"No." Ghost turned away from him. Soap was still staring, but Ghost ignored him. "So. Follow my orders. If you see something, say something."

"And if you need me, say something."

"Won't need you."

"Never needed Price?"

"No." Ghost lied. During missions, the term handler meant nothing. At least to him. Maybe others like him needed to be coddled and got worked up, but not him. He just did his stupid job. After missions was different.

Fuck.

What would he do after this mission? He couldn't go to Price. Ghost was still mad at him. Would Soap have something he does? If that man tries to do some silly bullshit to "take care" of him, he'd eat him alive for the inconvenience.

They had to clear a building. Simple enough.

Ghost went through the hallways, listening. Unlike his human companions, he could hear the heartbeats of all the hostiles in the building. A few of them had such loud breathing that it almost over shadowed it. He followed Soap, a piece of death itself.

A hostile stepped down, clearly planning to attack Soap, and Ghost grabbed him and dug his blade into his throat. He felt his blade enter his flesh and bleed him out.

Soap looked back at him, eyes falling on the silent body.

"Didn't even notice."

"S'why I'm here." Ghost growled and he could see the hair on the back of Soap's neck stand up. Goosebumps going up and down his arms.

Soap decided to just nod and continue. Smart man. Ghost followed closely by him. He could admit that Soap was good. But he knew that from their first mission. Soap moved lethally.

Another person down. Soap's bullet going through their skull. Ghost moved quickly, circling around Soap and keeping him safe from any stragglers. They fell into a rhythm. Soap moved and Ghost shadowed him. Someone tried to shoot him and Ghost dragged them into the rafters.

Ghost may hate what had happened to him but it was a bit fun. Watching people's fear at him. When it was someone he wanted to be afraid.

Blood poured to the ground and he fell back to the ground to continue.

At some point, they were done. No more people. Someone else had found what they came for so Ghost didn't have to deal with it.

Like an omen, the jitters set in as soon as he got in the helicopter. They were worse than usual. His whole body buzzed with it. He needed to do something.

Soap followed after him. "Okay, get your gear off."

Ghost stared at him. If this little bastard though for one goddamn minute that he was going to be that fucking easy

"I need to check for injuries. Stop glaring at me."

"I can check myself."

"I have a report to fill out."

"Just mark uninjured!!" Ghost was getting irritated. His skin started to crawl and his muscles twitched with the comedown.

Soap stared up at him, mischievous thoughts bubbling behind his eyes. "Are you suggesting Price lied on the reports?"

Ghost couldn't handle this right now. He started to strip his gear. "Just hurry up. You know he fucking lied on it." His clothes stayed on though, the tactical pants, love sleeve shirt and his mask.

Soap was quick. Thankfully. His hands skating over Ghost's back through the fabric.

"Okay. You're good. Now how can I help?"

"What do you mean?"

"Price mentioned you struggle after missions." Fucking Bitch. "so how can I help you?"

Ghost crossed his arms. "Can't. I'll deal with everything myself. Just go fill your fucking reports."

Soap sighed. "Ghost, I understand this is a big adjustment and I want to say your feelings are completely valid. We just think this is what is best for all of us."

"Stop. Stop. Why are you speaking like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you're.... what website did you get this from?"

Soap blushed. "I didn't get it from a website."

"Fine. What did you look up?"

"...how to help your child deal with divorcing parents...."

"My parents got divorced. I've heard this spiel. You... You really..." Ghost was flabbergasted. The fact that Soap not only looked this up to help, but also looked it up like that was... "Listen, listen, I... You can't really help, okay?"

"Could Price help?"

"I don't want Price's help."

"Could someone else help?"

"No." Ghost couldn't tell if he was mad or amused. Soap was persistent that was for sure. "What were you going to say next?"

"That we all still care about you and that Price will still be around to assist."

Ghost covered his face. "You're... so smart. You have to be. How can you act this dumb." He tried to stifle his laughter, hating that Soap was so effortlessly funny.

Soap was starting to smile. "C'mon..."

"Fuck off, MacTavish." Ghost patted his head, ruffling his mohawk. "Go away. I can handle myself this time, yeah?"

"Next time?"

"If you're lucky." Ghost left him alone. In actuality, he could not handle it himself.

He did planks for almost an hour and then went to the gym to punch one of the bags until he felt his gloves getting wet. He'd have to learn to exhaust himself. No one else could help.

Looking at his hands, now bleeding with bright white bruises forming slowly, he realized he'd have to learn faster.

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hellhound5925 · 7 months

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One shot - Sargent Hunter

“It’s better this way” Part Three

Incase you are new, Part one and Part two.

Warnings:

18+, heartbreak, smut, (I'm bad at warnings let me know if I missed anything) mentions of blood (unintentional self harm?). References to stars exploding. Female character/reader.

Summary:

The smut chapter you’ve been waiting for…that is all 😂 Wait I lied, so the lyrics to Sleep Tokens, Blood Sport is in this as well (I’m trying something new so let me know what we think). Anything that is lyrics will be written as follows: ~ Sleep Token, Blood Sport ~

I stop just outside the doors that lead out onto the landing platform - what can I even say to make up for what I did? Will he forgive me? This is Hunter we are talking about, right? He'll understand. With a deep breath, I press the button, causing the doors to slide open. The modified Omicron-class attack shuttle rests tall and proud on the platform, while the rain gently hits the heavily armored hull.

~ Stuck in a quantum pattern,

Tangled in what I never said,

You say it doesn’t matter ~

At first, there's no sign that anyone's out here, but then I notice the stairs are down and the door is open. Stepping out into the rain, I head over to the steps. The amber glow of the lights inside is warm and inviting, which makes my heart sink - I'm an awful person... Maybe I don't deserve to be forgiven. I head up the steps, getting out of the rain. The cold dampness makes it way through my clothes to my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

~ I want to be forgiven… ~

A noise comes from he cockpit drawing my attention. I quietly make my way to the doorway, leaning against it. Hunter is on his back under the controls, tinkering with something. He continues to work without acknowledging my presence, but there isn't a doubt in my mind he knew I was here the minute I walked up the stairs. I choose to stay silent for a moment hoping he would start the conversation.

After an alarming amount of time being shrouded in the cold silence, I decide to speak up. "I came to explain myself..." I trail off seeing if he will stop what he's doing but he doesn't. I've never seen him like this before and its actually scaring me a little.

~ I want to choke up chunks of my own sins ~

"Hunter please...I need you to understand...I never meant—" I'm cut off my a loud clanging noise. Hunter drops the tool he was working with and mutters a string of curses in Mando'a. Pushing himself out from under the controls, he's looking over his hand. Without a second thought, I rush over and grab it looking it over. He's moving it, so its likely not broke and theres no blood.

Neither of us move, his hand still in mine. I gently brush my fingers over his knuckles having almost forgotten what his touch was like. Without warning he pulls away, turning his back to me "I need to finish these repairs before we ship out."

~ Would you invite me in again? ~

At his words my stomach drops into my feet. "I'll be quick then, but I need you to hear me on this please."

~ Let me pay for my arrogance ~

He sighs and his shoulder drop. Without turning around, he turns his head to the side to show me he's listening. The fact that he can't even look at me is the final strike that breaks me completely. My legs become to weak to hold me up and I drop to my knees sobbing uncontrollably, "I was so worried about losing you out there....I had no idea what I would do without you....my best idea was to pull away....Tech...he made me realize—" at this point I can't think straight or get enough air into my lungs to continue.

~ Won’t you show me your weakness? ~

Burying my head in my hands, I didn't even hear anyone approach. A hand rests on each of my shoulders, I look up to see Hunter with a concerned look etched into his handsome features only inches from mine.

"I don't—deserve forgiveness" I blurt out.

~ I made loving you a blood sport ~

He reaches towards my face, placing a hand on my cheek. The rough pad of his thumb wipes away the waterfall of tears having made their way to my lips. The taste of their salt on my tongue.

"I wish you had come to me about how you were feeling." His voice is the calm at the center of the storm. It's warm and full of life, a life I crave. He pulls me in to his chest, where I lose control once again. Rubbing circles into my back with one hand in my hair, his hold on me tightens as if I'd slip through his fingers like the sands of Tatooine.

~ I’m still your favorite regret ~

"I forgive you" his chest vibrates with his words, "and I'm sorry you were in that much pain and didn't feel like you could come to me." In that moment, the black hole I created just a day ago was gone. The very star at the center of his universe, back where it belongs. Giving its life back to the planets, it watches over.

Returning his hands to my shoulders, he pushes me back to look me in the face. "Promise me from now on, you come to me whenever you feel that way." His beautiful brown eyes roam my face as I collect myself but all I can do is nod.

~ You’re still my weapon of choosing ~

My brain is so foggy from the overflow of emotions, "I don't understand how you don't hate me?"

"I could never hate you. You mean too much to me but I wanted to respect your decision."

"Tech said I'm one of the reasons you fight so hard to come home. Is that true? You fight for me?"

There's a long pause, Hunter places his forehead against mine "I will always fight for you."

~ And out there,

Stuck in a quantum pattern,

Tangled in what I never said… ~

I'm at a complete loss for words and even thought we're so close, a need to be closer claws at my insides. My hands find their way to his face and the stubble on his jaw tickles my palms, at this angle my hands look so small. Hunter likely feeling the same way, runs his hands down my sides resting them on my hips.

He pauses for a second before pulling me onto his lap. As if we've practiced this a thousand times, my legs wrap around his lean torso, while my hands make their way over his muscular shoulders and entangle themselves in his hair. Effortlessly, he lifts the two of us off the floor, carrying me over to his bunk and gently sets me on it. Its quite messy which means he didn't stay in the shared space with his brothers last night.

~ You say it doesn’t matter ~

Hunter hesitates, still hovering over me. “I promise that whatever happens out there…I will always find my way home to you.”

Grabbing the chest piece of his armor, I pull him so our lips crash together sloppily. After a few moments we break and all the only sounds that can be heard are the pitter patter of rain on the hull and our labored breathing. The space between us still nonexistent as his lips gently brush mine, I lean into him pressing our foreheads together. His nose is pressed into my cheek and yet it still feels like theres a galaxy between us.

“I need you” I whisper into his lips and arching my back ever so slightly, pressing myself further into him.

His lips dance gently across mine and it’s almost too much to bare. Hunter knows exactly what he’s doing and at this point I deserve to be tortured. Just as he leans in like he’s going to finally kiss me, he pulls away exposing my face to the cold air between us. A smug smile makes it away across his face but before I can react, he presses me into the mattress with his body. He kisses me so deeply, it makes the darkness of space seem shallow. My hands wander over his muscular back and through his hair causing a lusty hum to vibrate deep in his chest.

Muscle memory kicks in, and armor pieces start piling up on the floor followed by a pair of GAR issue blacks. My clothes are next to follow, the cold dampness of them feels like a distant memory as the warmth of his body radiates through mine. With one finger he slowly trails my jaw line, down my neck to my chest stopping briefly between my breasts. Goosebumps erupt all over my body, as he continues his painstakingly slow journey to my thighs. I’m too caught up in a storm of blissful anguish to make a sound.

Hunter forces his way through my throbbing core, falling in rhythm with the rain creating a beautiful symphony that overwhelms my senses. My desperation to be consumed with this feeling of him inside me. We've been together like this many times before but this....it's just different. Time suddenly seems to stand still as the two of us became whole once more. My back arches involuntarily at the electricity that shoots through my body. He's almost too much for me to handle, with fist full of the sheets and my toes curled to the soles of my feet, my body trembles with pleasure. My breathing hitches as a soft whimpering gasp falls from my lips.

"Easy Mesh'la...I've got you...I always will" he purrs in my ear before nipping and kissing my neck.

I cry out as his words are the final push over the edge, white hot pleasure corses through my core with the intent to keep him there. Hunter continues, not stopping until he knows our desire has been fulfilled.

As we come down from our high he surrounds me with his closeness, his embrace. His scent washes over me and becomes the air in my lungs, his touch makes my skin shiver with pleasure. In his strong arms I feel a safeness that I have never felt before. Burying his head my hair, he inhales deeply as if to soak me in. We lay there together in silence for a moment as the soft pitter patter of the rain slowly subsides.

"I know ‘s right for both of us…We’re always better together” his words slurred like a love drunken fool.

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jpitha · 10 months

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Dreams of Hyacinth 27

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In a flash of pure white light, Tinker Toy linked into the system.

As soon as she appeared, she was immediately pinged.

"Contact! Active Ping! Someone is out there and sees us!" Tink, Eastern, Nick, Hat and Chloe are connected into Tink's mindspace. Tink glances over her shoulder at something nobody else can see. The nuance of ship sensors in the mindspace can look odd.

Chloe looks over at Tink, surprised. "Who is it?"

"Scanning... The ships have Xenni signatures. Eastern, take the data and run it against my database of known ships."

"What? Um, okay, sure." Eastern started scrolling through the settings in her seat, trying to figure out where the data was. In Tink's mindspace, it looked like a console had appeared in front of her, and she was sitting at it. "Got it!" Eastern sounded triumphant. "The three ships match Xenni Warfinders! They're not exactly like how you have them Tink, but they're close enough that it says they are probably new versions of Warfinders." Eastern looked up from her console. "Chloe, you said the wouldn't be a problem!"

Chloe crossed her arms and sounded testy. "It's not a problem... yet. They just pinged us. Tink can you open a channel?"

Outside of the mindspace, Nick and Eastern look at each other while strapped into their acceleration couches. Nick moves his hand to sit up and start loosening the seat. Nick can hear Chloe tip her head up, creaking in the tight seat. "Keep your seat tight Nick, we might have to start maneuvering to avoid missiles."

"I'm sending them a standard greeting and request to transit their space right now. Hold please." Tink bustles with activity.

Much sooner than Nick or Eastern expected, She calls out again, oddly calm. "Missiles inbound, we're getting painted with targeting lasers. I need everyone to assist with defense, we're going to try and duck them."

As Tink called this out, Nick felt his stomach sink past his toes. He heard the characteristic double boom of the juke charges firing to slide out of the immediate path of travel. At the same, time, over the speakers all over the ship he started hearing...

"Music?" Nick looked around, confused.

"Yeah, it helps me when I'm trying to time the shots and to duck out of the way." Tink sounded distracted, but since she still had the ability to answer Nick's question, he assumed things weren't that bad."

The song had a driving beat and felt very classic, almost antique. It sounded fun, but Nick had no idea which one it was. Tink had the volume up very loud. "I don't know this one."

Even with all that was going on and all the effort that Tink was putting into work, she managed to sputter, "You don't know Adam Ant?!? He's a New Wave classic. This song is called Goody Two Shoes, you should listen while we try not to die."

Nick could hear Chloe scoff over the loud music. "Tink you still do this? It's not funny."

"I never meant it to be funny Chloe. It really helps."

"Unless any of you all have an opinion, I'm going weapons free and going to defend myself. Nick, Eastern, get on sensors, I need your help choosing targets."

Eastern's voice over the comm sounds calm. "Wait. Tink, before you go weapons free, how many missiles did they fire?"

"I see two missiles inbound, Eastern. You're already on sensors, check and see if anymore are coming."

Eastern runs another local scan, trying to build an accurate picture of the area around them as Tink ducks and dodges and runs her engines at random intervals to try and defeat the already incoming missiles. The sweep finally complete, Eastern shakes her head. "Tink, there are only two missiles incoming. Nobody else has fired anything else, and the Warfinders turned off active targeting. Their weapons look free but..." Eastern looks up at everyone in the mindspace. "Tink, I don't think this is an attack. I think it's more... a warning. Can two missiles actually hurt you?"

"Hmm, it depends on where they hit, but no, two missiles isn't really a threat." Tink sounds thoughtful as he replies to Eastern.

Eastern disconnects from the sensor suite and looks at everyone in the mindspace. "Uh, Tink, Chloe, Nick? Are we just going to... shoot back at the Xenni? We are kind of in their space, and we didn't actually ask permission to be here. Dodging their missiles is one thing, but they haven't broken out their exawatt laser batteries or slug throwers yet either. I feel like if we shoot back, we're going to cross a line."

"I mean, they did shoot first..." Tink trails off. Nick notices that Tink's movements are slowing down and leveling off too. Once the missiles went past and no new ones appeared, there was no point in dodging things that didn't exist.

Eastern nods to herself and connects back to the communications suite. "I'm going to contact them again."

After a few minutes, the radio crackled to life with a reply. "Unknown Human starship, name yourself and state your business, you are trespassing!"

Eastern keys the mic. "Uh, this is Tinker Toy, and we were attempting to reach a Gate."

There was a pause, longer than could be accounted for with their distance.

"...Why?"

Eastern looked over at Nick and Chloe in the mindspace. Chloe shook her head no very slowly, while Nick shrugged. Hat held up his hands in a 'don't ask me' kind of expression. "Uh... it's complicated. Can we stop shooting and talk for a bit? We noticed you stopped firing missiles, and we haven't returned fire, just dodged."

Again, a very long pause. This time it was nearly an hour. While they waited, Nick, Eastern and Chloe unstrapped from their acceleration couches and configured them back into seats. Tink's support frames were bustling around cleaning up the books that fell, though most of them did stay strapped into her bookshelves. Eastern felt a small measure of pride that they stayed where she and Tink put them.

Finally, the Xenni replied. "You have permission to dock at our station attached to the Gate. A delegation will meet you and we can discuss why you trespassed into our territory in a calm and civilized manner. We do not wish to bring humanity down upon us... again."

"That's not likely." Hat muttered darkly.

"Shh" Chloe glared. Hat raised an eyebrow and met her stare.

Eastern rolled her eyes and keyed the mic to the Xenni. "Thank you. We will dock, and meet with you." She closed the connection and looked at Nick and Eastern. "So... Has anyone here ever met a Xenni? I haven't."

"Me neither. I remember reading about the War in school, but that was it."

"I met one before." Chloe stands and stretches. Nick thought to himself about how odd it was that someone with an artificial body was always stretching and trying to move their muscles. "They're just... people mostly. They're a bit odd looking to us, and there are nice ones and assholes. Their culture is more... hierarchical than what we tend to do? They place a lot of weight on ceremony. But, they're reasonable and we should be able to talk them into letting us visit the Gate, especially since we're alone and aren't part of any particular polity."

Nick leaned forward and disconnected his cybernetics. Tink's support frames had printed and installed a clip and holder to the acceleration couches so that Eastern and Nick could be connected while also secured. It still made his neck itch to be connected to them all the time though, so Nick had a tendency to disconnect as soon as he could. "Are we going to tell them that we want to touch the Gate?"

Eastern shrugged. "At this point, we should probably be as truthful as we can. I don't see why we wouldn't tell them. They'll probably chalk it up to 'some strange human thing'."

Chloe practically blew up. "You don't see why? Maybe because we're not sure that if another human touches the gate we won't wind up with another Empress who can also give orders that can't be obeyed?"

Eastern stands up and crosses her arms. "Chloe. You said that nobody was going to be here, and if they were they weren't going to mind that we showed up. We get here and they fire missiles at us. We talk them out of shooting more and now you want to keep things from them. I'm beginning to wonder if you're not worried enough about things that you should really be more concerned about."

Chloe raised her eyebrow and looked at Eastern. "It will be fine Eastern, trust me. I've done this lots of times before."

It was at that point, that the door to the command deck opened. Medicine Hat... walked in. He was wearing a body, and it looked just like the body he wore in the mindspace, dungarees and flannel and all. Nick and Eastern looked on in surprise, but Chloe rolled her eyes. "Tell me Chloe, how many times have you gone with two humans to a Gate and came across the Xenni who fired upon you, then agreed to meet on their station? Three? Four?"

Chloe glared, and said nothing. Eastern grinned broadly. "Hat! You had a body onboard? You're going to come with us?"

Hat nodded and smiled warmly at Eastern. "Yeah, I keep this old thing around for special occasions. I don't want to miss the excitement and I don't have any support frames like Tink does, so I decided to get small for a bit." He stretched and twisted his shoulder. "It's still as cramped as I remember though. I won't be in here long." He looks over at Chloe. "I still don't know how you can do it. I've been decanted for only a few minutes and I'm itching to get back."

Chloe sat back down in the chair and looked away from Hat. "I feel the other way when I'm a ship. I'm too big. Everything feels wrong. I can't control myself enough."

Hat tipped his head and raised both eyebrows very slightly. "It takes all kinds, I suppose." One of Tink's support frames walked in, and looked at everyone. "I'll go in this frame. I can split my attention and keep everything running in case."

"In case what?" Nick looks at everyone. It feels like they all know something he doesn't."

"Just... in case." Tink's support frame clicks their heels and they salute dramatically.

The trip down to the station attached to the Gate takes a couple of hours. Chloe and Hat spend the time arguing about what the Xenni want while Tink practices splitting her attention among the frame while also being the ship. Nick and Eastern head back to their room to rest.

"This whole thing feels off to me, you know?" Eastern hands Nick a mug of tea and joins him on the bed. They're both sitting up. Nick has a pad on a fold out table on his side of the bed. Eastern sees that he's reading up on the Xenni.

Nick sips his tea. "How does it feel off, hon? I think that's just how Chloe and the AIs are. They're not people, so maybe we're wrong in expecting them to act like people."

Eastern shakes her head. "No, it's not like that. Chloe just isn't worried. About anything I think. But mostly about this. Twice now she's told us that everything was going to be fine, and it wasn't. If I hadn't spoke up, she and Tink might have started firing back. Tink is an old Starjumper and sold weapons, so I'm sure she has a trick up her sleeve or two, but going three to one against Xenni Warfinders? Nick, I looked them up after we figured they weren't going to fire any more missiles. They have a crew of five thousand, each! They're equipped for boarding action. They can drill into a ship and attack the crew. They were used to devastating effect during the K'laxi war." She looked at Nick, and he felt her eyes boring into him. "If they wanted us destroyed, it would have happened, there would have been nothing we could do about it. No, they let us survive."

Nick sighs. "Well, then what's up? Are they going to lure us onto their station and splat us there?"

"No, I don't think so. I think at this point they're more curious about what our deal is, just what we're doing." Eastern looked off into the distance. "I wish I knew what they knew about Melody. Did they ever learn about her? What she could do?"

"I suppose we'll just have to... ask them"

"Ugh, I don't think I want to do that either." Eastern downs her tea, finishing it. "I can't come up with a way to explain what we're doing that doesn't sound wild."

Nick also finishes his tea. He puts the mug down and leans against Eastern. "I think we're just going to have to tell them the truth. It sounds wild, but what we're trying to do is wild. If it works... then we'll have a dose of Nanites and you might be an Empress."

Eastern leans back onto Nick. She can feel his breathing slow as he relaxes. "You're touching that stone too, Nicholas North. I'm not going to be an Empress alone."

He chuckled and Eastern felt the rumble in her chest. "Does that make me an Emperor? The reports said that Melody said it was only ever women in charge. Maybe I'll be an Empress too!"

Eastern scoffed. "It's just a title, Nick. An Empress or an Emperor needs an Empire to rule. Otherwise they're just a megalomaniacal idiot."

Nick and Eastern sat together in their room, just being around each other until Tink pinged them over the room's comm. "Nick? Eastern? We're going to dock in about 10 minutes. Come on down and join Chloe, Hat and my support frame outside the airlock, okay?"

Nick sat up and yawned. He had almost fallen asleep on the comfortable bed. "Sure thing Tink. We'll be right down." He stood and dramatically held out his hand. "Come my dear. Let us go accept our destiny, and rule the galaxy together."

Eastern giggled and took Nick's hand. "Of course. But, we shall do it, together, okay?"

Nick nodded. "Together."

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kayjaydee17 · 1 year

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I'm meant to be finishing up my thesis, but here we are, with almost 1000 words of a beginning. I'm going to write this and I'm going to be angry about it the whole time.

"Dad will find us."

Jonathan knows that Jordan is trying to be helpful. He knows that and so he tries to bite down on his irritation. But when Jordan repeats the same sentence for the fifth time, Jon has to bite back on a retort. I know or Is he? You haven't mentioned or I fucking know Dad will find us but he isn't here yet and that's not particularly fucking helpful, is it.

He can hear his dad's voice in his head, chiding him for his language.

Jon swallows the words down, past the lump in his throat. Maybe it's helping Jordan to say it out loud, remind himself that Dad will be here, that there's nothing they could ever do that would stop Dad from coming after them.

Even after last night, even after the terrible things Jon said, the look on Dad's face as he turned away --

Jon shoves the thoughts out of his head. He can't think about that right now. If he thinks about that right now, he'll cry, and if he starts to cry, Jordan will panic, and if Jordan panics --

Well, it's not like he can lose control of his strength or heat vision, not with those kryptonite cuffs fastened tightly around his wrists. But Jon's seen Jordan in the middle of a panic attack, and it's the worst thing, standing helplessly to the side while his twin struggles to breathe.

Jon feels like he's done a lot of that lately -- standing helplessly to the side, unable to do anything, absolutely useless to support his family.

He bites back on the frustration. Now isn't the time to fixate on that, not when Jordan's just as helpless as he is.

They've been trying to piece together exactly what happened. The memories are fuzzy; Jon wonders if the kryptonite is affecting Jordan's memory and he thinks he may have been hit on the head. They were walking down one of Smallville's many quiet rural roads, both of them still furious even hours after the fight. He could see that Jordan was itching to run as fast as he could, to punch something and send it crumbling into pieces. If he could fly, Jon was sure he'd be longing for that, too. His twin was practically vibrating with anger and unspent energy. But he matched his steps to Jon's and kept pace with his much slower, much more human brother.

("You know you're not actually more human than me," Jordan had once said. "You're half-Kryptonian, too."

Jon had simply shrugged in response. He didn't have anything to say.)

The car had come out of nowhere, speeding down the road towards them without its headlights on. It swerved in front of the boys and screeched to a stop. Jordan flung out an arm and caught Jon across the chest, stopping him in his tracks.

Jon couldn't remember how many people had poured out of the car. Seven? Ten? Enough to surround the boys. They were dressed in all black, masks pulled up to cover the lower half of their faces, and each of them held a gun pointed at Jonathan or Jordan.

"The ELT," Jordan said. He tried to stand in front of Jon, but it was impossible with people on every side of them. "Jon, the ELT."

Jon fumbled in his pocket. His fingers didn't find anything but his house key, and his entire body went very cold. "I don't have it," he said. He could barely make himself say the words. "Jordan, run," he said. He shoved at his brother. "Run," he said, because Jordan could get out of here, Jordan could shove through this group and disappear down the road and keep himself safe, secrets be damned --

But right as Jon shoved his brother, desperate to make him go, to leave Jon behind and safe himself, to get Dad, a gun fired. Jon screamed as the green-glowing bullet slammed into Jordan's shoulder.

(He doesn't remember what he screamed. It could have been no or maybe it was Jordan's name or maybe it was a wordless cry of anguish.

He doesn't allow himself to think that he may have screamed, "Dad."

Because if he did -- and Dad didn't hear -- Dad didn't come -- then what does that --

Jon shoves the thoughts out of his head.)

Things got a little fuzzy after that.

Jon remembers being shoved to the ground and having his arms wrenched behind his back. He remembers trying to struggle and the person kneeling on his back slamming his head into the asphalt. Warm blood trickled from Jonathan's hairline and into his right eye. Metal cuffs were fastened around his wrists. Right as he tried to scream for Dad, a wad of fabric was shoved into his mouth, hard and deep enough to make Jon gag. Jon felt a sharp prick on the inside of his elbow.

The world went black.

(please consider this permission to come talk about this show with me. in fact, consider this begging you to come talk about this show with me)

#superman and lois #jonathan kent #jordan kent #superman fic #clark kent #lois lane #guess who cannot write action scenes #or plot!#the plot is purely in service to the hurt/comfort!#I know nothing about superman #I've only watched season one of this show #and yet it's eaten my brain #and here I am #send help

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wheelercore · 1 year

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Hope nobody takes this as an attack or personally in my way but I don't understand why so many people assume Henry is gay. I get the parallels with Will, but it seems like a lot of people take "sensitive" to be 1:1 with queer when that really isn't the case imo?

Please correct me if I'm wrong and the word sensitive really was a euphemism for homosexual in the 20th century lol.

But I don't think what was being paralleled there was the fact that Will is gay, it's the fact that Will was a very quiet, shy, and introverted kid- which obviously sets him apart from typical standards of "masculinity" at the time. Will could have very well not grown up to be gay, and still have been a "sensitive" child.

The issue was with Lonnie, who like many men at the time, took sensitive (quiet shy introverted boy) = gay. Or weak. Probably to Lonnie, being the abusive cunt he is, it was interchangable. And the thing is, Lonnie did a few of the same things with Jonathan: making him learn how to shoot guns and hunt rabbits for example. He wanted masculine sons- and where he was so fucked is that he abused his young son with homophobia when by all means he should have never assumed Will was going to grow up to be gay based on his "sensitive" disposition. It just so happens that Will did turn out to be gay, which made the effect's of Lonnies abuse even worse.

Take Mike for example, who from what we see, isn't or wasn't a "sensitive" child. He can be loud and aggressive and a bit abrasive, displaying what people consider to be the ""normal"" traits of a young boy. But yet he's (yet to be confirmed) gay. He's an example of someone who is "invisibly" queer because he doesn't display the homophobic stereotypes society had of a gay boy. "Sensitive" being one of them.

So like, finally getting back to Henry, he was different on the surface for being a "bit sensitive" and that translated to not displaying the qualities people expected from a young boy his age, whether than be personality wise, or how he dealt with an educational setting and interacted with his peers, etc. This makes sense coming from Victor Creel, who I doubt is an Ally tm, but is forgiving of Henry being sensitive because to him it means that he's just not like other boys his age.

My point being that when someone is mentioned to be "sensitive" in the show it's not meant to be taken as a code word for gay, but rather a young boy who doesn't fit in with the typical ideas of how a young boy (or any young child) should behave at the time. And that could be for various reasons. It could be that they have a developmental disorder, it could be that this child is being abused at home, it could be that it's just how they are. Or it could be a mix. It could be really be anything and that's the point.

Imo the biggest hint they gave us was the fact that doctors and teachers called him "broken"- which could be taken a few ways: autism, ADHD, learning disabilities, etc. Henry's ""abnormal"" behavior could also be that plus the fact that he was being abused at home by Virginia (a quiet child is often a scared child).

I think they left it vague because of two things: a) young Henry is meant to represent the average "different" young boy in general who was abused by society and what happens when you give a young boy like that powerful abilities and b) during Henry's time, nobody had a name for it and therefore we don't get one from Henry himself or his father.

#stranger things #henry creel #mike wheeler #will byers

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quagarl · 10 months

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I would like this to be a formal introduction to me, as proof i don't just repost femboy memes all day. My name is Quincy, and I'm 21, Enby, I love baking, and I call myself a writer. I'm not a published writer, and that is a fact that I am incredibly proud of. That's not to say that being a publish author isn't something to flaunt at the Thanksgiving dinner when your parents are wondering what you did with your life and where they went wrong, and uncle Marco is wondering out loud why you're not a conservative like him (and let's be real if your smart you're not going to answer him because that's its own entire can of clams).

I am proud of not having authored a book because *oh my dear* I have wanted to write a book since I was in fourth grade. I can guarantee that I was *awful* in fourth grade.

I was one of those kids who *got* english. I read at a 12th grade reading level at like 10. I understood most of Washingtons inaugural speech by 7th grade.

What I didn't know was what theme was, or what subtext meant, and how important it was to make your dialogue an argument or how to write a metaphor. Setting and pacing and (unfortunately) punctuation were all a little bit out of my scope, and I am still learning the full range of use that they can have.

Does this mean I don't want to be an author because I'm afraid I might know how to write a story better later in life? *A little I guess yeah* but also no! That doesn't stop me from writing like it's going to publish, but the reason I know I can write a publishable book is one very simple lesson I learned in 10th grade thanks to my English teacher. Yaddaw I know you're fruity as hell and you're probably here, if by some miracle you see this, thank you for the five minute free writes. (A fantastic writing exercise that teaches flexibility and creativity btw)

Dont write a book, write a story. Don't publish anything, but write a novel.

It's simple. If you write *solely* to publish the next GoT or acotar or whatever, you're going to write something super forgettable, and you're going to regret it later in life when you finally do publish your art. If you write solely to tell a story, you're going to miss out on super important aspects of the concept of a full story. You need to have balance.

###this is where my advice comes in###

Write three full complete stories when you write one.

Write the surface stuff. Bad guy rides dragon, rides into our heroes village, she finds a dragon and fights the bad guy at the end, and she wins.

Write something genuine -- that really hits home in the uncomfortable parts. I'll go first(hint: this is the most important part): I hate a lot of myself. I hate my torso, I hate my hair, and I view my procrastination as my greatess weakness. I cannot think when I write solely about my work. It drives me to become upset and ultimately abandon my drive to write a story I love.

Then, combine the two. I like the initial idea of a dragon and a village, but let's play with that villain. A hero rides into town one day, ready to save it from a dragon attack. Don't ask why he knows ones coming, because I don't have an answer yet. On his way into town he sees the common signs for a Dragons hunting grounds: dead sheep in their pastures, ruined trees, the outcasts of town have an unusual fear of fire and speak of monolithic beasts plaguing their dreams. Great gouges, twenty years old and scarred in the earth, clue our hero into the idea that these lands have long been the hunting grounds for his wyrm. There is no dragon to save the village from, however, as he comes to realize days after staying in town. The villagers tell him the dragon is real, the evidence supports its existence, yet it is not here and will not present itself to him. Angry that he cannot fulfill his purpose, he leaves and abandons his quest, and commits the village to it's fate. Later that week, the dragon comes, burns the village to the ground. The hero hears of this and returns to the village. The hero returns and, upon finding the ashen remains, swears to himself that he will hunt this beast, and that it must cost him his life. He takes from the village a piece of timber that survived, and the bucket from the well. Our first few chapters are done, and the stage is set for the rest of the story.

There's a bunch here for us to play with, and a bunch of subtext we can include. For me, this could represent procrastination, how our hero leaves and condemns the village to doom despite it's evidence, only seeing the immediate before them. It could represent something more sinister, where the hero wants to have his story as one to be remembered -- the man who avenged the tragedy of [village]. The bucket can represent a number of things, like a metaphor for him dousing the flames with the water of the village. It could be the idea of nourishment, or a vessel for the souls of those lost in the calamity. I've combined our heroine and our villain to make a neutral character, who both is directly responsible for the death of the village and it's revenge, but that raises questions too, like are they responsible at all, and will the death of the dragon absolve them of their crime? This my dears, is nuance, which forms the spine of any story more mature than defining good and evil, and our storys subtext, for me, is the question not only of blame, of responsibility and justice, but also of personal flaws like procrastination, and of the fear of the end of ones story.

Anyways, eat your vegetables, don't feel bad about not being published at 20 or 30 or 40 or 50, and make sure to write your Great Metaphor. Otherwise, it's like to be something you have not shown justice to.

#writing advice #novel writing #writing #fuck you marco polo im still mad about your cool ass name #196

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hummingbird-of-light · 2 years

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Semper Meus

Part 5

Scotty

He knew that Leah had meant for it to be a joke, still Scotty couldn't help but think about her being alone at their home while they were at work.

What if she found something he didn't want her to know? Like... his pills. He still had to take them from time to time. After a really bad nightmare or when his anxiety got too much.

It was not like he wasn't happy that Leah was here to help them, but it sure brought up some worries. What if he woke up screaming at night? What if he had a panic attack?

It hadn't happened in quite some time now, maybe because of their trip to Scotland and his appointments with Dr. Hudson, but he never knew what could trigger him.

"Okay?"

He turned his head to look at Keenser who was driving the two of them to work.

"Aye, just a lot of stuff happening at the moment."

Keenser gave him a nod as he parked the car and they got out.

They were greeted by Scotty's nephew who already came running.

"Uncle Monty, Keenser. Good to see you!"

He really looked quite relieved.

"Hey there laddie, everything alright?"

Scott wrapped an arm around Chris as they walked to the gate and over to the halls.

"Office stuff is so boring! I just wanna go back to working with ye."

Right. This month Chris would work in the office. At least for two weeks. Scotty could see why his nephew hated it.

"We've all been through it. I'm sure ye'll survive."

Keenser nodded in agreement and already made his way into the hall. Scott stayed with Chris a moment longer.

"How about ye join us for lunch at Jim's place?" He suggested and the young engineer looked happy about that.

"Of course! Isn't Leonard's sister here?"

Scotty nodded.

"Aye, she arrived yesterday."

"Then ye've gotta tell me everything about her. I heard she's about Dad's age. Maybe..."

Scott laughed at that. He didn't know that Chris wanted his father to have... a woman in his life again.

"Woah, laddie. Slow down. I'm not sure how yer dad will think about this."

"Well, we'll see."

Chris just shrugged and then hurried to get back inside. He had to work after all.

"See ye later!" Scotty called after him. My, my... this was gonna be something.

Part 6

McCoy

McCoy finished writing in a chart and glanced up at the clock. The ER had been slow all morning, for which McCoy sent up a silent prayer. Someone was doing their job looking out for the unlucky.

“I think I’m going to head out for lunch while it’s quiet,” he said to the nurse at the desk. Christine was on her day off and Ryan was in her spot.

“Ok sir.”

McCoy wandered down to the doctor’s lounge to grab his things. A nice slow walk over to Jim’s in the sunshine sounded perfect.

The city was humming with its usual sounds and the sun was warm on his shoulders as he walked. He wondered if there was anything in particular Leah would like to see while she was visiting. It had been a few years since she had last been out to see him. Annoying as she could be, he loved his sister and was glad for the help she was giving them for the wedding.

Before he knew it, McCoy was walking in the door of Jim’s bookshop and cafe. A loud “Hey Bones!” greeted him, followed by a second more confused voice saying “Bones?”

He looked around and saw Jim sitting at a table. As he went to wave a hand, he realized the person Jim was sitting with was his sister.

“Leah? What are you doing here?” he asked as he walked to the table.

“I thought I’d come have lunch with you. I knew this must be the place from you guys’ description.”

McCoy glanced at Jim’s hand on the back of Leah’s chair as he sat. Jim was looking back and forth between the pair, with realization dawning on his face.

“Oh lord Jim, you haven’t been trying to put the moves on my sister have you?” McCoy grimaced.

“What?” Jim exclaimed, pulling his hand back as if he had touched something burning. “No! I didn’t know… why didn’t you say?” he turned to Leah. “She started it,” he said quickly, turning back to McCoy.

“I’ll bet she did,” McCoy grumbled.

Leah sat grinning.

“No wonder you looked familiar,” Jim said to Leah. “You look like Bones… no wait, you’re older, he looks like you.”

Both McCoy’s groaned.

“Don’t say that,” McCoy said.

“I look better than him,” Leah said at the same time.

Jim laughed. “I’ll get your usual,” he said to McCoy as he stood.

“Thanks Jim.”

McCoy looked at Leah’s plate. “What’d you get?”

“The veggie wrap. It’s great. How come he calls you ’Bones’?”

McCoy rolled his eyes.

“He thinks he’s clever. You know the old term ‘sawbones’?”

“Oh, gotcha.”

McCoy heard the bell above the door chime as more people came in.

Leah chuckled. “Did you guys plan on meeting?”

“What?”

Leah pointed behind McCoy. He turned and saw Scotty with Keenser and Chris. He waved at his fiancé and the three engineers made their way over, Chris grabbing an extra chair as they did.

“Hello mo ghràdh,” Scotty said, sitting. “Hi Leah; didn’t expect to see you.”

#star trek #montgomery scott #dr leonard mccoy #scones #au #semper meus #leah mccoy #james t kirk #chris scott #keenser

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Woodland Princess Ch.5: Confrontation

Ch.4 Ch.6

It has been nearly the whole day now, we stop in a high up area where if we get attacked we have the upper hand. It's nearly pitch black apart from the light radiating off of a nearby fire that was created for warmth.

I couldn't sleep so I helped to take care of the horses and found a nice area where I could untie my mare known as Raerthar. After being set free everyone looks at me strange,

"What?" I ask in complete confusion.

"Isn't she going to run off." Asks a dwarf named Nori, he was a nice and unassuming person, so I don't really mind his company.

"No, we understand each other and she understands her freedoms and boundaries." I state and with that they all nod and go back to what they were doing.

Thorin scoffs at my explanation, glancing at me in a cruel way as if saying, 'I hope she runs away because I can promise that I won't give you one of our ponies'.

After noticing this I go to an area where a rock weathered to a flat in the middle but the sides curve upwards. I quickly grab a bunch of pine needles from the trees around me and create a soft patch within the rock where I lay on my back and stare up at the stars.

Suddenly a loud screeching noise reaches my ears and I sit upright within a second staring in the section where I heard the shriek. Bilbo appears confused and asked,

"What was that?"

"Orcs" I answer quickly, eager to change the subject but I hear Fili and Kili laughing about something I didn't hear. I stare at them and they quickly stop laughing but Thorin comes in and says,

"You think a night raid by orcs is funny do you!" He says in a raised voice I quickly try to help them out saying,

"I'm sure they meant nothing by it Thorin."

He turns and stalks over towards where I'm now standing in slight fear, but more adrenaline. The brothers see a hint of fear flash in my eyes as Thorin nears and they see that my daggers are missing. They quickly get up a dash over to where I'm at. Thorin is now right in front of me, and Gandalf gets up but doesn't move in fear that will provoke an attack. Thorin speaks in a dark tone,

"Do not tell me what to do with my own family, you piece of filth." He growls lowly.

By now Fili and Kili are a few feet behind him ready to intervene if anything becomes dangerous. I step back slightly and Thorin steps forward pushing me against the side of the wide cliff edge we were staying on.

"Well you obviously don't know how to deal with a way to break the silence and they were just trying to help, if you can't see that then you obviously need help in managing your 'family'." I reply in a mocking and sarcastic voice that I know will enrage him further. He puts a hand on his sword and goes to unsheath it, but Fili and Kili grab him while Gandalf pulls me away.

"What have I told you, you could be killed by Thorin and he wouldn't care." Starts Gandalf but I quickly use my elvish magic and disappear, not wanting to have this conversation right now. I slump back on the rock I layed pine needles over and fell into a deep sleep.

Ch.4 Ch.6

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chaoticwh0re · 2 years

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I Can Fix Him

gojo satoru x fem!reader

warnings: really bad smut, mentions of oral (m. receiving), implied cheating, dacryphilia, sub reader, ig manipulation a little, asshole gojo, degradation, (if I missed anything tell me nicely).

notes: this is for Nyx, finally embracing her inner whore, with possibly one of the biggest manwhores out there. This is not fucking proofread or edited in any way, shape or form.

Imagine, you're 'dating' Gojo, and I'm using the term loosely because would you really call sitting by your phone day and night waiting for a text that barely acknowledges you as a person and more as one of the bodies that warm his bed.

You've learned that playing hard to get with him doesn't work. The last time you answered the text to 'come over' too late, he just sent a "👍". When you got to his apartment, what did you see? Just him bouncing some random fucked out person on his cock in the living room, a smug smile on his face as he made eye contact with you, cumming inside them, almost as if he was waiting for you to give his grand finale.

You'd think after pulling a stunt like that, he'd be kicked to the curb, you don't need that kind of toxicity in your life and you bet you told him that. But, all the sobbing and screaming directed towards him just goes straight to his cock and all he can think about is your pretty swollen lips wrapped around his cock. So what happens when he voices this out loud? Like the obedient slut you are, you drop to your knees and crawl over to him, muffled apologies falling from your lips as he uses your mouth over and over until you're discarded on the floor like a used toy.

All is forgiven now.

You're always preaching that you know he's a good person deep down and that he can change, it just needs some time and your love to do so. It's bullshit, he'll never change but you'll never stop trying to fix him, will you? It's truly pathetic, but it also means you're wrapped around his finger without him trying. So who is he to complain when you deliver yourself to his

Testing your limits of how far you'll go for him and just how low you'd sink before realizing you changed for him is his current game he loves playing.

I mean just look at what he does when you take him to your family dinner. Shoving a vibrator in your pussy before you leave home, only to be smiling so brightly and conversing with your family like he isn't playing with the intensity on his phone. Watching you slowly come undone at the table, all flushed and squirming, barely able to keep up with the conversation, until you're tapping his leg, with a small whine. You can't hold out, in fact, you think just getting up from your seat at this point will make you cum.

You're so delirious and focused only on your release you don't even know how you wound up bent over the bathroom sink, watching your fucked out expression as Gojo pounds into you from behind. Drool running down the sides of your mouth, panties stuffed in it barely muffling your pitiful whines and moaning.

"Look at you, you brought me here to meet your family and all you thought about all night was being fucked like the whore you are," He sneers, roughly grabbing your chin to make you face yourself when your head starts to droop. "Oh Satoru, you just need me and my love, I can fix you," He mocked you as his free hand roams down your body, the light touches making you shudder, as his fingers hover over your clit. "Did you ever think I was the one showing you your true self? Look at you, you'd do anything I ask you to if it meant you could get off. Thinking about nothing but my cock all day. Don't think I never heard you when you're playing with yourself late at night, trying to get off on my thighs because I'm sleeping. Moaning like a bitch in heat, but then again that's all you are aren't you?" He laughs wrapping one arm under your knee and lifting you up in the air as the other attacks your clit, rubbing it circles vigorously as he brings you closer to your climax.

Your juices mixed with his precum drip down your thighs, making a mess everywhere as your vision goes blurry. The only thought in your head as you cried into your gag was begging for release, being edged all night is painful and you just want to do nothing but let go now. Almost like he's reading your thoughts, with one final thrust, Satoru releases his seed deep inside you, as your walls clench around his cock body spasming as you squirt all over yourself, body falling limp against his as you pant heavily.

With a small smirk, he pulls out holding you close against him, his cum dripping out down your legs, quickly fixing your dress as best as he could, which really he didn't give much care. Leaving the mess for the next person that occupies the bathroom, he carries you downstairs, saying quick goodbyes that you're not too well so he's going to take you home. Ignoring the eyes staring at both your dishevelled clothes he'll leave, laying you down on the backseat.

The best part is somewhere along the ride home, waking up a little, the same stupid, naive thoughts run through your mind as always.

'He definitely loves me, I can fix him.'

taglist: @kennyb0y @bxnten @spookygeto

#jjk x reader #jjk x fem!reader #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo x female reader #please this was such a fucking mess #idk what came over me #i had more ideas but maybe if nyx begs hard enough

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siren-sent-by-cupid · 2 years

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Bath - Hotch

You can feel all the tension instantly leave your body as you slip into the warm water and lay your back against Hotch. A sigh of exhaustion leaves your mouth, but you don't regret it or feel weak. You and Aaron had started dating recently, you were both working at the BAU. He is a profiler, you're tech analysis with Garcia.

Even though it's still very early in your relationship, you thought to yourself that you'd happily switch departments to stay with him. A rare day off for the whole team meant a day-long date night. It's the first time you've seen each other naked outside of the bedroom, and you have to admit you were a bit nervous. What if without the guise of night, he didn't see you as beautiful as he seemed to?

You forced yourself to push these negative thoughts from your mind, and your body deeper into the water. Aaron still hasn't said anything but when you turn your head to look at him his head is laid back onto the edge of the tub and a smile plays on his lips.

The sight makes you laugh out loud. The ever-serious SSA Aaron Hotchner smiling and enjoying a bubble bath.

"What's so funny YN?" His voice isn't stern or upset, but playfully.

"Oh, it's nothing just... Nevermind." You try to keep a straight face but still, you can't help but let a giggle through.

"Come on, tell me." He tasks his hands off the side of the tub, where they were resting, and wraps them around your midsection. As he does this he brings his head up from its relaxed position and tucks his chin into the crook of your neck.

You turn your head away and cross your arms playfully. "Never in a million years."

"You've left me no choice. Just know you've brought this onto yourself." He moves his arms from around you and leans back again, but looking at him you can see a glint in his eyes and something in the way he smirks that you aren't sure you like.

You uncross your arms and half turn to look at him better. "Aaron, what are you doing?" you aren't really worried, but you ARE curious as to what he's planning. Just as you're facing him, he breaks out into a huge, mischievous grin, and attacks you with tickles and light pokes to your sides.

You immediately lose your shit and start laughing and crying "STOP IT"

"Tell me whats' so funny then!" He says, not letting up on the tickle ambush you've brought on.

"Ok, ok, fine! I yield!" You practically yell still cry laughing.

He stops the attack and lets you catch your breath for a second, laughing a little himself. A rare occurrence at the BAU, but happily often on your dates and days together.

Wiping the tears from your eyes, but now able to talk, you start "It's just that it's so strange to see 'Bossman SSA Aaron "Never Smiles" Hotchner' enjoy a bubble bath and lavender candles." You gesture to the scene around the bathroom. Candles, various soaps, and shampoos clutter the counters and shower caddy attached to the wall.

He's leaning back again. One arm on the top of the tub, the other wrapped lazily around your waist.

"I'll admit, it probably would be strange for the rest of the team to know. But it's easy to enjoy these kinds of things when I'm with such a beautiful person." He tells you as he looks around the bathroom and the candles that you pointed at.

"Yeah." You let out a breath you were unaware you were holding. He still thinks you're attractive, even without lust clouding his thoughts. "It would probably also be strange for them to see you naked."

You earn a bark of laughter from him. It still makes you happy and kind of proud when you make him laugh.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, you take a breath and say "Can I... tell you something stupid."

He only grunts in response, but you know he's listening.

"I was afraid... that you would, I don't know, think I was ugly when you saw me naked and with the lights on." You're bright red with embarrassment and hide your head in your hands. This time not turning to face him. You can feel him shift from behind you so that he's no longer laying down and he hugs you tightly from behind, returning his head to its place in the crook of your neck.

"YN, of course I still think you're beautiful. Never, ever put yourself down like that. You're amazing."

Another wave of relief passes over you and you exhale deeply. "Thank you, Hotch."

"Still calling me Hotch?"

You turn and smile at him "Force of habit."

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After about 15 more minutes of soaking, you're ready to leave. You and Hotch get out and dry off, changing into some warm pajamas. You fall asleep in each other's arms that night. Tired, comfortable, and content with the night. You sleep and peaceful, dreamless, and deep sleep.

#spencer reid #ssa aaron hotchner #agent hotchner #criminal minds #thomas gibson #pls give me domestic CM moments #fanfiction #fanfic #writer #short story #fiction #short fiction #YN #Hotch x YN

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dream-a-little-bigger-darling000 · 3 years

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You'll Fit So Nicely You'll Keep Me Intact

Author's Note: Hello Hello! Not my GIF, please don't think it is, but it is my fic! I asked a few days ago if I should do Bane or touch-starved Tommy, and it was pretty clear I should do my sweet summer child Tommy boy. I just really think this big tough fighter needs to take a break and be held every once in awhile. And you can't tell me this man wouldn't have the sweetest moans. Fight me on it you can't. Please Please PLEASE reblog, like, or comment on this if you liked it. I live my day to day life craving validation.

If you absolutely hated it, also let me know! I admit I'm not the best at writing, and I'm willing to learn so I can feed my Tommy Conlon addiction. Ok, that's all, be fed!

2400+ words?! C'mon, that's gotta be enough to make you proud.

The whole fiasco was genuinely an accident.

The two of you, in his small cramped apartment, helping each other make dinner, because you couldn't remember whose turn it was, walking around each other like you had been doing it for years, because you had been.

You had been by Tommy for as long as you can remember, through those years where puberty slammed in the door and decked you directly in the throat (and other places), through the time where his family had slowly fallen apart, and into the years where he had joined the US Marine Corps.

Those years had been hell. At least when he moved away you were still able to text him annoying day-to-day updates and talk in the quiet nights when no one was awake to hear you admit how much you missed each other. But when he joined the Marines, you heard even less from your Tommy, and the ache you felt for him only grew.

When he came back, he had came back for good, immediately seeking you out with the promise of your old relationship back. And things went back to normal, slotted into place perfectly.

Except the insane amount of pining that you went through every waking hour you saw his stupidly attractive face.

But you weren't going to think about that. There was spaghetti to be made.

"Those are done." Tommy nodded his head to the noodles as he made the salad. You sneered to yourself, still pissed that he got the easy part.

"No, they're not, look, that one's still hard-"

"That's what she said."

"It's still undercooked you jerk. Can you please let me cook in peace? You're over there, doing the bare minimum, you ass."

"Hey, if this isn't tossed right, the whole thing is ruined. And those noodles are definitely done. We can get them in the sauce before the garlic bread is done so it'll cool down a bit. Look." All the sudden Tommy was crowded up behind you. Your breath did something funny. Probably the steam from the boiling water. Because, you know, it's so hard to breathe around.

Tommy took the spoon you were using to stir and managed to scoop up a single noodle. He then carefully picked it up and threw it on the cabinet. It stuck, but looked like it would fall via a strong sneeze.

"See? Done." You looked behind you to stare up at the infuriating man. He smiled and tilted his head. You had the sudden urge to hit him. With your mouth. Damn it.

He turned around, not giving you a chance to argue with him. That was his first mistake. As a MMA fighter, the idiot should know never to turn your back on the enemy.

You scooped up another noodle with your spoon. You waited until he was truly busy with cutting the tomatoes up for the salad.

You aimed for his head. It wrapped around the back of his neck with a soft splat. He startled for a moment, and then set the knife down and stared forward, still not turning around to look at you.

"You know what, now it's done. Now it's stickin'." You were struggling to hold it together, desperately trying not to laugh as you turned off the stovetop and set the pan aside.

You felt strong arms envelop you from behind, and you let out a loud laugh as you felt your feet leave the floor. Tommy, spinning you around before setting you on the counter. You've really put yourself it a bad position.

Well, if you're being honest, probably the best damn position you've ever been in.

Except that the bastard started tickling you. More laughter spilled out of you, uncontrollable at this point.

"Tommy!" You were out of breath from the constant attack. What happened to never turn your back on the enemy? "Tommy, what are we in-" More laughter as his joined yours. You two were so close you could feel his shoulder dip every time he rumbled a laugh. "what are we in 6th grade now- Tommy!"

You could feel his laughter huff by your ear, and you knew you had to resort to dirty tactics. If he wanted to play by middle school standards, then you had no choice but to stoop down to his level.

Tommy was very distracted trying to murder you by laughter alone, and he looked like he was having the time of his life. He never even realized your hands were so close to his head. He was in the middle of another fit of giggles when he felt your nimble hands glide through his hair. He had half a second to understand what you were planning, and he was just about to pull away, to get as far from you as possible before-

You gave a solid pull to his hair. You felt satisfaction shoot through your body as his laugh choked off, his body going rigid underneath your fingers. His breath stuttered and his hands instantly fell from your sides to grasp the edge of the counter.

You didn't quite understand what was going on at first, the only thing on your mind being that you'd won the battle. You couldn't help the smug smile from sliding across your expression, or the snarky little giggle that bubbled it's way out.

"What's wrong, Tommy? Did someone school you at your own game, hmm? Maybe next time you'll think before you-"

"Could you please let go?" Tommy sound winded, like he'd just fought a few rounds with someone much bigger than him. It made you pause, and then frown.

Your fingers loosened from his hair, but you didn't lower your arm just yet. You couldn't fathom why Tommy was acting this way, when he instigated the rough-housing. And you knew for damn sure you hadn't hurt him. You had seen the idiot stub his toe on his coffee table before, and the only reaction out of the fighter was a pause, a look up to the ceiling, and one long, drawn out sigh.

So even though he sounded like he was trying to fight for his life, you know it absolutely wasn't because you had hurt him in anyway. Tommy could break you five times over.

You looked down at his hands. Not only was he grasping the edge of the counter top, but his knuckles were white, like he was anchoring himself. You glanced to his face. His eyes were squeezed shut, his lips pressed tightly together, and his eyebrows were furrowed in deep concentration. Was he- was that a blush? His body was still pulled tight.

Experimentally, you lightly scraped your nails along his scalp.

If Tommy were to ever hear you call the sound that came from him a whimper, he'd probably swiftly and effectively dispose of your body. But it was a fucking whimper.

His eyes snapped open wide and met yours. You saw his utter mortification. You would say you felt guilty, but having your long time crush whimper while slotted between your thighs as you sat a top a kitchen counter really did things for you.

You mentally reprimanded yourself for letting your mind fall into the gutter as your friend so obviously had a small break down.

Before you could get a word out, to try talk him down from whatever thoughts were swirling in that pretty head of his, Tommy was out of kitchen. Ah, so he's chosen drama today? Coming from a man who would rather fight his own brother than talk, you can't really find it in yourself to be surprised.

"Tom." You dropped down from the counter, heading toward the living room, which was the only way he could've gone. As you rounded the corner, you saw him pacing the length of the room, his hands interlaced behind his head, elbows out, eyes wild.

"Tommy." You smoothed out your voice, pictured yourself trying to calm down a particularly flighty horse. You know, if the horse were the love of your life and you were desperately trying to make things less weird between you two before the already delicate friendship collapsed.

At your gentle prod he stopped. He let his hands fall down to his sides. He huffed once. Crossed his arms, made a face, and then dropped them. His fists curled up into balls and he closed his eyes. He opened one and looked toward you.

"You didn't hear that."

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your own arms to your chest.

He pointed to the kitchen. "That didn't happen."

Because you love your best friend very much, you didn't roll your eyes.

"Tommy. Calm down. Take a deep breath." He did not take a deep breath. You did for him. Then another one for you. You moved toward the couch, and the way he suddenly looked like he was about to sprint out the door didn't escape you. You held your hands up placatingly. Easy, boy.

You sat down, leaving enough room for him to sit beside you. He looked at you wearily. You gave him a pointed look, one that said this is something to be discussed, and there's no way you're getting out of it, and gently patted the space for him.

He looked like he'd rather do anything else. He eventually made his way to the spot and plunked down, but as close to the arm of the couch as possible.

You gave him a sweet smile. He looked away, but not before you caught the blush. You decided to let him speak first.

It was quiet for awhile. Your thoughts went to the noodles still sitting on the counter, probably cooling in the water making a film. He cleared his throat.

"I don't. Not a ton of people touch me." He stared dutifully in front of him. You stayed silent, afraid of scaring him into silence again. He shifted uncomfortably, letting out a growl of frustration. "I mean people touch me. I just meant. It's not. It's," He looked like each word was slowly strangling him, "Never that intimate. I guess. And never anyone like you."

You're eyebrows shot up. His head jerked toward you.

"Not like that, I mean like someone so pretty." You choked a little. He visibly flinched. "Ok. I think that's enough for tonight. I think I've made plenty an ass of myself for one God forsaken night." He made to move, but your hand covered his before you really thought about it. He immediately stopped, staring at your hand on top of his.

"Tommy, it's ok." He gave you a dubious look. "No, really. Lots of people don't know how to deal with touch when it's not normal for them-"

"I'm fine, I touch people all the time, it doesn't matter it's ridiculous-"

"Tommy." He stopped. You lifted both hands to slowly cradle his face. His eyes were panicky. He looked like he was fighting every instinct inside him. "Listen to me, love." His eyes widened. "You don't have to explain anything. I need you to know it's ok to freak out a little. It's ok for this to be new." You bit your lip. "It's ok if it feels good."

A small sound came from the fighter. His eyes slipped closed. It suddenly hit you. You sucked in a sharp breath, and you started to gently stroking his face to his neck.

"Oh Tommy. You spend all that time fighting in the ring, so much time dominating. You barely let anyone touch you before you knock them away." His dad was probably never there to offer him any type of physical love, and his mom was too distanced from anyone to truly give what Tommy craved. By that time, he had pushed his brother away, and you had never really noticed him to be very active in the dating area.

You could feel his control slipping, could feel him slowly letting you hold his head up while he explored the sensation of someone just feeling him. When he spoke, his speech was slightly slurred.

"Was always jus' scared."

"I know Tommy."

"Didn' want you t' leave."

"And why would I do something stupid like that."

There was a second of silence, but Tommy was too far in to go back now.

"Cuz' I only wanted you to touch. Only ever you." Your heart stopped. His eyes slowly opened, meeting yours. His gaze snapped to your lips, back up to your eyes. All it took was for your eyes to snap to his lush mouth, and he was surging to meet you.

You felt like you were melting, melding into him. His lips were sliding against yours, his hands suddenly huge, thumbs cupping your face while his hands rested on the sides of your neck. He kissed like you see him fight. The urgency and the power and the emotion. You ached all over.

You could hardly remember your name when you finally separated, heaving lungfuls of air. Maybe all that oxygen deprivation had really done something to your brain, because you might be having a stroke. It almost smelled like something was burning. Tommy's face did something funny and he sniffed the air.

Oh. OH. The garlic bread.

Both of you made a mad dash for the kitchen, Tommy arriving first and throwing the oven door open, grabbing whatever cloth he could find to take out the charred bread as you used a dishrag to flap away any smoke that spilled out.

Once he made sure his apartment wasn't going to burn down or that the ambulance wan't going to be making a surprise visit, he slumped against the counter, breathing heavily. You put your hands on your hips.

A few second went by, both of you trying to catch your breath. Tommy looked up at you. You met his eye.

You both melted into peeling laughter, trying to stay upright. It seemed like every time you two would get your shit together, you'd fall right back into cackles.

He finally reigned in the worst of the laughter, and slowly made his way to where you were standing. Your own laughs died down.

"Are we good?" you ask him gently. He nods his head, with his sweet smile.

"We're good" he replies gently. He gets this determined look on his face, and steps real close to you. He doesn't do anything else for awhile, instead looking to you, asking with questioning eyes.

You give him an encouraging smile. He smiles right back at you, and for the second time tonight, strong arms envelop you.

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massivetyrantduck · 3 years

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incorrect quote generator part 2

Reminder, some of these are inaccurate, I only excluded the really bad ones. I put all of their names in and let it choose.

Legend: Onion rings are vegetable donuts.

Sky, unsure of where this is going: Sure...

Legend: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed.

Sky: Okay?

Legend: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake.

Sky:

Legend: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio-

Sky: Hylia, that one is a little-

Four, interested: No no, Legend, keep going.

Hyrule: We are not mad. We are just disappointed.

Four: No, we are mad.

Hyrule: Yes. We are. We are livid. But we are going to let this one slide.

Four: No, we’re not!

Hyrule: I am not a mind reader, Four!

First: You spent all our money on THIS??

Twilight, putting tiny raincoats on ducklings: They live outside. They need this.

~ (hell yeah i'm adding Spirit Tracks Link)

Spirit, who just joined: As someone who has a long history of not understanding anything, I feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on.

Spirit: I failed my safety training course today.

Twilight: Why, what happened?

Spirit: Well one of the questions was "In case of a fire, what steps would you take?"

Twilight: And?

Spirit: Well apparently "FUCKING LARGE ONES" isn't an acceptable answer.

Four: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no idea what to put in them. Any suggestions?

Spirit: Put spaghetti in it.

Four: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you.

Legend: Put spaghetti in it.

Four: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you two.

First: Put spaghetti in it.

Four: I am no longer taking suggestions.

Legend: How did none of you hear what I just said?!

First: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Spirit: I got distracted halfway through.

Four: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

Sky: If you put 'violently' in front of anything to describe your action, it becomes funnier.

Sky: Violently practices.

Four: Violently studies.

First: Violently sleeps.

Warriors: Violently shoots pictures.

Legend: Violently boxes.

Spirit: Violently murders people.

First: Violently worries about the previous statement.

Spirit: Thanks for not telling Twilight what happened.

Wild, dumbfounded: I wouldn’t even know where to begin trying to explain this.

Hyrule, after having a nosebleed: Welp. Time to wash the blood off my hands.

Twilight: What did you guys get in your yearbook?

Wind : 'Prettiest Smile'

Spirit: 'Nicest Personality'

Warriors: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'

Legend: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

Four: My stomach growled super loud in French.

Four: I would like to clarify, my stomach did not speak in French. It growled during French class.

First: Bonjour.

Warriors: Le growl.

Sky: Hon hon hon, feed me a baguette.

Spirit: I personally don't think it's possible to come up with a crazier plan.

Four: We could attack them with hummus.

Spirit: I stand corrected.

Four: Just keeping things in perspective.

Wild: Like, no offense to myself and all, but what the fuck am I actually doing?

Hyrule: Your smile? It makes my day.

Wild: Your happiness? I live for that.

Warriors: A room? Get one. (he meant it as a joke. i do not ship any of them together)

Sky: Hotel? Trivago.

Spirit: "It's easy to forget what a sin is in the middle of a battlefield."

Wind : Opposite over hypotenuse.

Wind : Dipshit.

Hyrule: Sometimes I drink milk straight from the container.

Four: The cow??

Hyrule: What?

Wild: Four, W H Y?

Spirit: *walking around disappointed after visiting an aquarium*

Time: Spirit, what did you think a tiger shark was?

Legend: *sees someone doing something stupid*

Legend: What an idiot.

Legend: *realizes it's Hyrule*

Legend: Wait, that's MY idiot!

First: Why don't humans have a specific noise that means "there are bees here, let's leave immediately." Why are elephants more advanced than us.

Legend: We do have a specific noise for it. It sounds like this:

Legend: "There are bees here, let's leave immediately."

Warriors: New year, same me. Because I'm perfect.

Hyrule: Okay, two person huddle.

First: You can't huddle with two people. This is just a hug.

Hyrule: Yeah I'm LGBT.

Hyrule: cuLt leader.

Hyrule: God hates me personally.

Hyrule: cowBoy hat.

Hyrule: *sniffles* Trying my best.

Four: What situation is not instantly improved by the addition of fishnets, I ask you.

Hyrule: Being a fish.

Four: Well, shit.

First: So, did everyone learn their lesson?

Legend: No.

Sky: I did not.

Wind : I may have actually forgotten one.

Warriors: Also no.

First: Oh good, neither did I.

Twilight: *Exhausted sigh*

First: What are your three best qualities?

Warriors: I’m hot, I have soft hair, and sometimes I cry because I love my friends.

#linked universe #lu time #lu wild #lu wind #lu sky #lu legend #lu warriors #lu twilight #lu first #lu four #lu spirit #lu hyrule #lu incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect lu quotes

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jojotichakorn · 2 years

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Archer theory time! :- so I've been thinking about this ever since epi 1 and I feel like I've picked up on some clues (I hope) so

In epi 1, when the back story was being narrated Pran's voiceover said about Pat that "doesn't he look like a cheater just like my mom said". Pran's dad said that both his dad and Pat are the same. Now combine this with the comment from Pran's mom in epi 6 "do you want me say it out loud?" to Pat's dad. Also taking into account how defensive Pat's dad got and instantly backed up in the conversation when he was attacking her literal 2 seconds ago.

So I think presumably Pat's dad and Pran's mom were dating like everyone thinks, then Pat's dad cheated on her (or due to miscommunication it is implied) and she started dating Pran's dad. And that's why she kinda has the upper hand in the fight. Also judging by her pasisve comments ("does he not know to stay away?") I also think Pat's dad tried to reconcile with her but she had already moved on with Pran's dad. And then years later Pat's dad just married someone else

One more reason I believe in this cause if the above fiasco is true then that means Pat's dad, and Pran's parents go long way back (going by the comment of Pran's dad hitting on the mom). And idk if it's a subtle clue or not but Pat's mom rarely gets any screentime (the most was the scene before their birth) so it they might be implying that she isn't that relevant to the backstory.

And hence in the end their parents might be like if our story didn't get a happy ending at least theirs should.

ps- the only thing that's throwing me off is that in an interview someone said that Pat and Pran's family have been fighting since the generation of their grandparents. I wonder if that was a mistranslation or they actually meant it. Cause if that's true all my theory is just bullshit then

pps- sorry for the long post. Would love to hear you and your followers two cents on this mess

yup anon, i definitely think that there is something going on specifically between pat's father and pran's mother!! (talked about that here a while ago).

and where would we be without my ohm pawat expertise? /j so the grandparents thing was actually said by ohm during bad buddy's presentation:

perhaps it is a mistranslation, i can't say for sure (unless someone confirms or denies it for us), but i am also not entirely sure how it could be, as i think the phrase "parents generation" should sound quite different from the phrase "parents and grandparents generations".

we've had an idea that maybe it was like history repeating itself, and their parents were also separated by their parents (aka pat and pran's grandparents), which fits best with what ohm (supposedly?) said, but who knows.

also, i am not sure why everyone is so adamant specifically on a romantic relationship? i definitely think something very personal happened between those two but was there anything that hinted at specifically a romantic relationship that's gone south? it could be so many other things. like i'm sure it's the two of them, and i think pran's mother was somehow most affected by the situation (or maybe that pathetic excuse for a human being just doesn't know how to let things go - i wouldn't be surprised), but i don't know if i can say anything about the specific context in which it happened.

#once again i am hit with the fact that if i knew thai things would have been so much easier for all of us #bad buddy #archer responds #anon

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pastorpresent · 3 years

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Sam never even tried to keep track of time in the cage.

He couldn't, really. It's not like there was any form of day or night,

Just... endless torture. Taunting, pain, and no escape. It was weird. Sam would still feel hunger, feel thirsty and tired, but he didn't need any of those things.

He figured out pretty quickly after Lucifer skinned him alive and plucked out his organs that death wasn't exactly an option in the cage, just endless agony. Lucifer would fix him up with the click of his fingers, or not, instead enjoying watching as Sam tried to move with blood oozing out of him, and his organs and flesh spilling onto the floor.

He wasn't sure how long he was down there, and Lucifer took great joy in refusing to tell him. Part of Sam thought the devil didn't even know himself.

When he came back, he was fine, at least until his soul was shoved back into his body and then suddenly it felt like he was back in the cage. He had always remembered everything, but now he felt everything too.

The fear, the anguish, the panic, the despair and hopelessness...

He would've just killed himself there and then had he not been afraid of winding up in hell, back to being tortured.

Living was agony. Even if he wasn't seeing Lucifer everywhere, he could feel him like a branding on his soul forever, and it was like constantly living on the edge of a cliff.

He had panic attacks at the drop of a hat. He couldn't handle anyone getting too close, not even Dean, and the idea of anyone actually touching him made him want to throw up.

He was just... fundamentally broken. His very existence just served to make everyone around him depressed, and there wasn't anything he could do. Even in day to day life, he mostly just tried to mimick happy people he saw on TV, had to memorize and copy normal human behaviours because his brain couldn't let him behave like a person anymore.

It was too destroyed, too burnt out from the torture and suffering, and when Sam was alone all he did was sit and stare at walls.

And Dean... God, Dean tried.

He would order Sam's favourite foods, and Sam would force a smile, try to force it down and not commenting on how everything just tasted like ash these days. He couldn't even finish half before his stomach recoiled and he had to stop unless he wanted to throw up.

Dean rented his favourite movies - and Sam just didn't have the heart to tell him he didn't remember any of them whatsoever.

For Dean, he was excited. Thrilled to have his brother back.

For Sam, he just felt like a horrible person. Like he was acting as some sort of intruder in Sam Winchesters body, and he could see the slight dissapointment on Dean's face when he would say something that Sam was clearly meant to recognise but... didn't.

He often just thought about how much better off Dean would've been if he'd just stayed in the cage and let him be with Lisa and Ben.

It was a lot harder to mourn someone who was physically in front of you.

"Sammy? You ok?"

Dean's voice was soft, probably because he picked up on Sam's aversion to loud noises these days, but the question just frustrated him.

It's all he heard these days. From Dean, and Cas, and Bobby and just about everyone else they encountered. Like he was some breakable puppy dog.

"I'm fine." He said plainly, pushing the salad around his plate.

"Yknow, maybe we should take a break." Sam's head shot up and he stared over at Dean.

"What? Why?"

"Just... maybe hunting isn't the best idea right now. We should settle down for a little while, work on getting you..."

Dean trailed off, biting his lip and refusing to finish the thought, but Sam had caught on already.

"Back to normal?" He said, and Dean winced slightly.

"That's not what I meant-"

"Sure it wasn't. Look, maybe... maybe this isn't going to work. We should... I'll go. I think going our seperate ways will be for the best." Sam ducked his head, stared at his salad because he knew he wouldn't like whatever expression he had just put on Dean's face.

"Nope. No way, where you go I go. I lost you for far too long Sam, I'm not letting you run off God knows where. Especially when you're not yourself-"

Sam slammed his hands down on the motel table hard enough to make it shake.

"I'm not getting any better, Dean! This is who I am now. I've accepted it - why can't you?!" He seethed, salad forgotten as he turned for the door.

"Sam stop, just fucking wait and let's talk like adults-"

Then Dean grabbed his arm, probably more reflectively than anything else.

Dean grabbed him. Sam knew that. He knew it was Dean grabbing him, his mind registered that on some level, but it didn't matter.

Because suddenly it wasn't Dean's hand. It felt like Lucifers, felt like someone was pulling him down, down, down. Onto the ground, trapped in a grip, and Sam thrashed, screamed, needed to get the hell away.

He heard Dean curse. Felt the hand drop away and his brother calling his name, but all he could see was the darkness. The never ending darkness if the cage, and God he couldn't fucking breath he needed to be out right now-

"Sam! Sammy, please, look at me, it's me. You're safe, you're not there anymore just- please Sam you're ok."

He squeezed his eyes shut momentarily, breathing coming out fast as he opened them, fully expecting to just see the cage.

He didn't.

He saw the motel room, and Dean.

"D-Dean..." he said, still trying to get his heart to stop pounding out of his chest.

"I'm here, I promise. This is real, you're safe. I'm so sorry, Sammy. I- I wasn't thinking." Dean's voice sounded painfully remorseful, and Sam just cursed at his fucked up body once again.

Dean hadn't done anything wrong, he shouldn't be apologising.

"I- it's ok. Really."

Dean nodded, and they sat there for a few moments in silence before Sam found himself needing to break it.

"I think... I think a break would be good," he admitted and Dean swallowed, meeting his eyes.

"I'll call Bobby, he's got a little house we can use." Dean smiled, but it was an almost exhausted one.

Maybe they both needed this, actually.

#Sam winchester #sam winchester #spn #dean winchester #sam and dean #supernatural #samdean #spn drabble #drabble #mywriting

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imonthinice · 3 years

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The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 18/?

Word Count: 2.5k

Author's Note: Y/N - your name, A/N - any name (your best friend's name)

Warnings: Mentions of court, mentions of Jason's injuries, swearing, No beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Jason walked out in a few minutes, just in his boxers. She looked at him before letting out a slight laugh at the absurdity of it.

"Don't laugh, you're the one who tore my clothes."

She sighed, "And you're going to have to go home in torn boxers, Bruce is going to kill you."

"God, don't remind me," he said before sitting beside her.

She laughed, "You could just not go home?"

"I wish. But I have a life. You have a life."

"It's unfortunate, isn't it. Can't spend all day with you but you're all I want to do."

"Funny."

"Thank you, I really tried," she thought, "You remember how I seem to have a fascination with vigilantes?"

"Yes, why?"

"I remembered why. So, when I was in high school, graduating year, I had law class. I was bored, so I did law, don't question it," she laughed. "Anyway, in my law class, they split us into groups. Specifically, Pro-Justice-League-Association and Anti-Justice-League-Association."

"Pro and Anti?"

"Yeah, apparently it was relevant? I guess the JLA doesn't use conventional methods to get evidence? Don't care though. Anyway, I was on the side of Pro, obviously."

"Obviously."

"Wait I'm not done! By the end of the class, I had debated every member of the Anti team and converted them. It actually introduced me to the Robin-Forums, which is just smack dab full of conspiracies."

"Robin-Forums?"

"Oh my god? You don't know those? You're all over them. Some people are convinced you're Kid Flash, some are convinced you're Robin, it's crazy."

"That is crazy but seems funny. What about my family?"

"Someone in my class posted "Why Clark Kent is Batman: An Essay" which has like, 20k likes? It's very popular."

"Well, I swear he isn't Batman. He's just very fond of the night."

"That's what I said, but that man is convinced otherwise."

"You would know if any of us were vigilantes. We're not good at hiding secrets."

"I'm sure you have your secrets, I just find it funny people think you have time to be Kid Flash."

"People spend all their time worrying about me, when will it end?"

"Ha! That's fair. Tabloids running your name probably doesn't help the conspiracies."

"I remember one of my ex-friends from high school mentioned me being Kid Flash, I was so confused, I guess it makes sense now. I'm going to have to show everyone that. They'll get a kick out of it."

"I bet they would. I'm waiting for the day I'm on it as someone who's a hero. Hoping they say I'm Wonder Woman or something. I think it would be funny."

"You get Miss Martin because everyone thinks you're too beautiful to be human."

"Aw. That's so corny that I hate it! Well done."

"Thank you. I learned it from Dick."

"Of course you did."

"Where else would I learn it from?"

"If you're genuinely asking, the internet, probably."

"That's fair. That's completely fair. I think Dick learns a lot of his lines from the internet, honestly."

"Oh yeah, there's no way he comes up with everything on his own. No way."

"So, what other dumb stories do you have?"

"Well, I think my sister is either a vigilante or really, really, weird."

"You think your sister is a vigilante?"

"Okay so, she's a businesswoman. No big deal, right? Wrong. She's always out, more often than she has to be, she's always spending nights away from home."

"That doesn't mean anything."

"Okay well Adrianna, Aria, whatever you want to call her, she's being suspicious."

"I'm sure you're looking too far into it."

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The Night Jason Was Stabbed.

Aria clutched the scythe in her life hand. She had failed. She had worn her best dresses that she could hide beneath her capes, she had drugged him, she had stabbed him 6 bloody times, and he had still survived!

She was angry. She walked up to the Red Hood on his time off while he was catching a drink, looking stressed. She didn't care if he accepted her offer to go to her room, she just cared about that moment. The one where she could slip in the crushed-up pills and no one would stop her.

And she had done it. She waited until after he chugged the whole drink to strike. He was stumbling around, like an idiot. She hit his head with the back of her blade, knocking him to the ground where she proceeded to stab him 6 times in his right side.

She kissed his forehead before leaving, which required her to removed her mask a bit, saying "Goodnight, sweet Prince," before running into the darkness.

But the blue one, Nightwing. He got to the Red Hood before he could die. And she was pissed. All that hard work, just for him to not even die.

The scythe was still bloodied from the Red Hood. Her lips were still warm from his forehead. But now, he had possibly seen her face! Her plans were foiled every way when of her goblins came up to her.

"Ma'am, your weapon."

She passed it over without second thought. She wanted it rid of the blood of a living man, she wanted it soaked in the blood of a dead man.

Her plague doctor mask fell a bit as she began to tear up. She had failed. She had never failed at knocking "Heroes" down a peg.

Call it crazy, but she knew the fights between her and the Red Hood were far from over. She even felt as they'd grow closer.

As she looked at the walls covered in the photos of the vigilantes of the world, she knew this was only the first battle. The war was hers. They didn't know what was going to hit them.

But there was an issue. Her sister, Y/N had become close with one of the Waynes. She needed the Waynes to get to the "Heroes" which meant possibly hurting her sister.

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"I hope I'm looking too far into it."

She wasn't.

One night when they were both 17, it was just Aria and Y/N in the house when Y/N was awoken by a loud crash from the downstairs window.

She went to investigate, bat in hand, to find her sister, stumbling over the coffee table. Bleeding out and clutching her side from the blood. Stabbed.

Y/N took no hesitation to take care of Aria. Stitching her up like they had as kids when Y/N would sitch up Aria after shut cut herself on skates, or if Y/N ran straight into a car.

Those images still dance in Y/N's mind to this day. Something was up with the way that her sister had a mask, a long bird-Esque plague doctor mask. A cloak. Knives. Guns. A scythe.

The best outcome would be her sister was attacked while LARPing in the park. The worst? She was a villain. Midway? A hero of the night, a vigilante. Anything was better than a villain.

If only she knew the pain Aria had caused her until this point. The fact that Aria was the one who drugged and tried to kill Jason. The pieces of the story were unravelling in front of everyone's eyes, they just needed to connect them properly.

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Aria had a plan. Kidnap her sister and her lover's family. Get ransom. Get them hurting. Locate the "Heroes". The only issue was that Y/N would recognise the cloak, the mask. She knew the get-up.

Aria was not about to redesign her entire outfit for the sake of not alerting her sister. She figured it would be unlikely that Y/N would focus on the cloak when she's being used for ransom money.

Or at least she hoped. She wasn't certain her plan would even work. Breaking into the Wayne Manor, after one of the kids had been stabbed, in a mugging was going to be difficult.

They had employed security, something that was never common at the Wayne Manor before this moment. She was upset. If only her sister had met the Waynes before the stabbing.

Then she thought.

Red Hood is a Wayne?

It made sense, sure. They got stabbed at the same time. But was it reasonable? She didn't know. Why would an 18-20-year-old be a vigilante? He couldn't even legally drink?

She thought it didn't make sense. That the Red Hood was never, could never be the Wayne kid. But if he was, what could that mean?

She was certain he wasn't. But the thoughts swirled in her mind as if beckoning her to come to the conclusion.

She was crazy, she knew that. She was obviously crazy, she became the villain, the opposite of her twin in every way. She was insane. Arkham would like her. But there was something about the Red Hood being a Wayne that kept coming back to her. Haunting her like the night she was stabbed by Green Arrow back in Metropolis.

She was on their radar. They knew her. They would come to get the Waynes.

She knew the Justice League Association knew of her. But the people didn't. This stunt would make the people know of her.

The name Hour will ring through the streets of Gotham. The streets of Metropolis. Smallville. Anywhere she could get her hands on. She would begin her reign of terror.

No one could stop her now.

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Jason had left after Bruce had called him. She assumed he needed to work or one of his siblings did a dumbass move. It was upsetting that they couldn't spend every moment together, but she knew that it was par for the course with Jason.

She was bored. She didn't have a job, her parents paid her bills if she focused on school. But she wasn't something to do, a reason to be having down days. She knew school gave her this, but it wasn't like it was every damn day.

A job would be every damn day. Hopefully. A reason to do so much in her life.

She figured she could work at Wayne Enterprises. But she didn't want to be that girl. The one who's fucking the CEO and is subsequently untouchable. You can't befriend her and talk sit, she'll tattle.

She wanted to be a normal working person. A colleague, not a boss.

Wayne Enterprises was a last resort for her. If she couldn't get hired anywhere else, she'd go apply thee. You don't fuck company property, she thought.

But she also thought fucking Wanye Enterprises "Property" was fun. and no one was really going to stop her, not even Bruce. Even though Bruce tried to lecture her and Jason, there was only so much he'd do. Barbara and Dick both worked at Wayne Enterprises and hadn't been reprimanded for that.

And obviously, they were having sex. They had been together for a while, Jason said.

Which, obviously they were having sex if they were together for that long.

She scrolled a little while for jobs, marking down a few she'd look further into. Not really anything exciting, she was still young, 1st year in college, a freshman. Not many prestigious places would hire someone her age. Especially while they're still in school.

There were only unpaid intern jobs in her field. And she wasn't about to fuck with not getting paid, even if it was her line of schooling. She didn't think it was worth it to put all of your efforts into a job that you weren't getting paid for.

A lot of kids thought her way, including her sister. Both of them grew up thinking that getting paid for work was necessary, her parents had always told them that. Even if her parents had strict religious views, they would still back her up if someone wasn't paying her, even if they fell out.

She thought if Bruce felt the same, that kids should be paid for what they do. He figured he did since he employed all of his kids once they were old enough to work at Wayne Enterprises.

She noticed Lexcorp, who had recently put up a building in Gotham, was hiring. She thought it would be funny if she went to work for her boyfriend's dad's competitor. She was tempted.

Worst comes to worst, she'd be a Lexcorp employee.

She, of course, would have to dress up for these interviews, and she had the clothes to do so, but she didn't, per se, want to wear them.

She also didn't want to go outside when trials were still raging. So, she figured she'd call Christopher's parents about getting him a lawyer and then scroll the pages for shopping. His parents finally had the time to deal with their son, because Christopher didn't want to interrupt his parents with him being an idiot.

She dialled.

"Hello?" his mom asked.

"Hey, Laura. It's Y/N."

"Y/N! Sweetheart, we've been wondering about you ever since, you know."

"Yeah, yeah. We can talk about it later I swear. So, I already told you about what Christopher did, right?"

"You did."

"He needs a lawyer, the man is pressing charges."

"Well, that's stupid. He has no right."

"Apparently he does."

"We'll get Christopher a lawyer. But how are you, darling?"

"I'm okay. Could be a hell of a lot better. I have faith in the court system."

"We're all worried about you, kiddo. You've wrapped yourself up in a lot of a mess recently."

"I know. It's weird. But I swear I'm strong enough to pull through, you've known me for what, 13 years? Give or take? I know how to handle myself."

"That doesn't mean we can't worry."

"I know, new city, new people. I swear behind the scandals I'm in that I actually have friends."

"I assume we'll meet this Jason eventually?"

"Eventually. We need to find the time between court dates, work. Adulting."

"You don't have a job?"

"Jason does. And I'm thinking about getting one to pass the time."

"Working to pass the time is a new thing, fascinating, you kids are."

"Nothing can make sense of all these things I've done, I know."

"Those sound like song lyrics."

"Sometimes songs are the best way to get all your thoughts compiled into one place, you know. I starred as Katherine Howard, Laura. I know how to convey emotion through art."

"I know. That's still one of the performances Metropolis holds on to, you know."

"I wish they didn't. But it is what it is."

"It's a good performance, kiddo."

She laughed, "Anyway. You get onto that lawyer. Christopher needs it right now."

"I will. Be safe. We love you."

"I love you lot."

Click. She thought about Christopher, and the bullshit he went through to save her.

She brushed the thoughts off and pulled out her journal. Scribbling down her sister's bird mask. She couldn't get that off of her mind. She could have sworn her sister made the thing out of actual bone.

It was like she threw a steampunk aesthetic into a plague doctor. She was certain there was more to it that she didn't know.

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