#I'm hoping to keep this one until i get a new computer but we'll see ✌️

[kurt-wagners]

generalsyndullas → rebelscaptain

@sharkbaitouhaha @empressofthelibrary @scrambledhearts @helenasandsmark @milfzatannaz @scoundreldameron @spiiderpunk @iichliwps

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Double-Mutated Mikey

Chapter 6: Domestication

Continued from the short story written by @boots-with-the-fur-club

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The group don't dare turn to look at Mikey.

He's still distracted by the holograms and lo-fi headphones. But that will not keep him for long.

"...Do we tell him?" Raph asks, finally breaking the tense silence.

"I... I don't know. I don't think we should," Donnie mumbles.

"Why not?" Casey asks. "He deserves to know --"

"No," Donnie says, standing up. "No. He... he shouldn't know. Not yet. Not until I can fix this."

Raph stares at him hopefully.

"...CAN you fix it?" he asks, voice breaking.

"Why, my dear Raphala, you wound me!" Donnie exclaims with dramatics, pressing the back of his hand to his fivehead as he pretends to swoon. "What little faith ye mortals have in the great and incredible power of one Hamato Donatello!"

"Can you get him back to normal?" Leo asks a bit more sternly.

"Yes," Donnie says with certainty. "I can 'make a fix, bro'."

Leo grimaces. That doesn't ease him as much as Donnie wants it to, but if he believes he will, then that is it. This is Mikey they're talking about, Donnie will do everything in his powers to return him to normal.

"In the meantime, what do we do?" Raph asks.

"Stay calm, don't get him riled up, keep him out of harm, etc." Donnie says as he starts to type on the computers again. "I'm activating 'Housebound Protocol'."

"What's 'Housebound Protocol'?"

"Have you never once wondered why Splinter didn't escape to the surface when he had rat flu?"

"...No?"

"Well, now you know," Donnie grumbles. "Basically, we'll keep Mikey inside the lair and help him adjust to the mutations while I search for an anti-mutigen formula."

"So... just play nursemaid?" Leo asks. "We're keeping it that simple?"

"I highly doubt it will be 'simple', Nardo," Donnie grunts. "Mikey will likely have episodes of PTSD from the experiments. His body will be adjusting and readjusting to the new changes he's going through. We've already seen a few reactions he may have."

"His vision," Leon noted.

"And his aversion to new people and new things," Casey bemoaned.

"And his vocal chords," Raph reminded.

"Among others," Donnie sighed. "So be on the lookout. I'll be compiling a list of animal traits from each of the species I named... Casey Jr., I hope I can rely on a list of Krang tendencies from you by tomorrow morning?"

Casey perks up and nods.

"You can count on me! I'll do anything for Master Michelangelo -- er, Mikey," he says, finishing with a nervous chuckle. "But... we don't tell him about the mutations? Or what he has in his DNA?"

"It's possible he may already know," Donnie suggests. "Or... well, it could be that he doesn’t understand anything other than basic animalistic urges, and wouldn’t comprehend us telling him."

"Wha-huh?" Raph questions as he tilts his head. "Donnie, you gotta use normal words."

Donatello rolls his eyes and sighs in exasperation.

"Mikey might have an animal brain now, not a mutant turtle brain. It is possible he may not understand us."

"He seems to understand just fine," Raph argues.

"So far, but most of our conversations with him haven't required anything of major -- um, I mean, we haven't asked him any BIG questions. Just small ones that are easy. Actually, I don't think we've asked him anything that requires a substantial answer yet..."

"So, Mikey is basically like... what, a pet now?" Raph demands.

"No, I didn't say that --"

"I refuse to accept that!" Raph shouts. "No, Mikey is still in there! I know he is! You didn't see him in the hallway, he understood me, he heard what I said and he responded! Maybe not in words, but he understood me! Mikey isn't some stupid animal, he--"

"Raph!" Leo scolds, pressing a hand against his chest.

Raphael pauses, and immediately looks to Mikey.

For a moment, he's the same old Mikey, sitting in a silly pose on Donnie's desk while he listens to pop music and sketches in his kneepads.

But then the mirage ends, and he's a feral creature crouched on the table, staring wide-eyed and frightened at Raphael, eyes glowing with that all-too familiar red in yellow shine. He wonders how he didn't recognize it before...

Raph is ashamed of himself when he has to look away from Mikey.

It's just those eyes... the same ones that haunt his nightmares every night.

He can't let them haunt his baby brother, too.

"Fine. Let's do whatever needs to be done. And NO ONE says anything about the you-know-what-aliens. Mikey doesn't need to worry about that right now."

The group all silently nod.

Donnie stretches as he gets up from his chair.

"Well, I have a long night of work ahead of me, so if you all please don't mind --"

Donnie shoos everyone away and out of the labs. As soon as the doors open Mikey scurries out, discarding the headphones in the process and dashing in every direction before circling back and landing at Raph's feet with a smile, asking to be picked up so he can climb all over him again.

Raph smiles awkwardly at him, and lifts him gently. Mikey's tail wags, slapping the back of Raph's shell as he perches atop his shoulders like a parrot on a pirate.

"Well, first things first," Leo says with an exhale, "Mikey needs some tending to. Let's get him a bath and see what we can do about those claws and injuries..."

Leo and Raph carry Mikey to the bathroom. He is confused and surprised as he looks around, examining the sink and toilet and tub.

Leo starts the faucet, and the loud spicket and water startle Mikey at first. He creeps towards it, but eventually decides it isn't evil and yells at it, trying to match its volume. Leo snickers at the sight. Mikey somehow hears this, and turns to look at him with a smile.

Leo tries not to let the fangs bother him. Mikey doesn't deserve to be thought of or seen as a monster. Even if he has monster in his blood, now...

After a few minutes, Raph -- who had left to gather some extra towels and soap -- reenters the room. Mikey runs to circle around his feet, curious as to what he has with him. Raph places the items down on top of the counter. Mikey sniffs each one with inquisitiveness.

"Which of these do you like better, big man?" Raph asks, opening two bottles of scented body wash and holding them out for him to smell.

Mikey sniffs both a few times before choosing one scented like citrus and honeysuckle.

Raph smiles as he begins to squirt the soap into the flow of water, bubbles forming under the waves and torrent of churning water.

"And Donnie thought he wouldn't understand us..." he chuckles. "Big brainy dum-dum underestimated you, huh?"

Mikey runs to the edge of the bath and stares, watching with excitement as the bubbles grow bigger and bigger. He points to the steaming water and suds, trying desperately to form words to express his enthusiasm.

"Ah, ah, ah! Ahhh, ha, hah!" he shrieks, a big and bright smile on his face.

Raph chuckles.

"Yeah, bubble baths are pretty fun, huh?"

"Should I go get the camera?" Leo jokes.

Raph rolls his eyes, looking away from Mikey for just a moment. Mikey tries to climb into the hot water before Leo scolds him.

"Ah-bup-bup-bup!" he shouts, causing Mikey to jerk away. "Not yet, bud, that water's too hot..."

Mikey cocks his head to the side in confusion. Too hot??

He looks back down to it. He reaches for the water again.

"Mikey, he said no, it's too hot!" Raph says sternly.

"Still think he understands us?"

Mikey jumps over the side and splashes into the water, smiling happily at the heat. Raph and Leo stare in shock, waiting for the screech of pain as Mikey is boiled alive, but no such cry comes.

"...Maybe it's us that don't understand him," Raph wonders.

Mikey plays in the bath, blowing at the bubbles and throwing them in the air several times, then shrieking with laughter. He throws them at Leo and Raph, who try to dodge the assault but fail.

"Alright, buster, you've asked for it!"

Leo runs to the bath with a pitcher a scoops up a great deal of water, then pours it over Mikey's head. Mikey coughs and sputters at the water.

For a moment, Mikey looks panicked, as if something has triggered him. But the panic subsides quickly, as he looks around the room and understands that he is home again. Mikey splashes Leo back. Leo laughs, and returns the favour. Mikey fills his mouth with bathwater and spits it at Leo, who yells in disgust and calls for Raphael's aid.

It takes far too long for them to actually get Mikey cleaned. The first ten minutes are spent in a war of water and bubbles. The next ten are spent refilling the tub and mopping up the spillage.

Mikey smirks, having of course won the battle, yet relented to let his brothers scrub the grime off his skin and the dried blood from underneath his claws. Raph is a little too rough with him, and Leo keeps getting soap in his eyes, but they are much better at washing him then the others were...

After that, he soaks for several minutes, just calming in the water.

It's quiet, now. Mikey is tired. The water is slow, soft, it envelops him entirely. Leo and Raph are talking about something, discussing what to do or who is in charge of what in the process of taking care of Michelangelo.

Mikey leans his head against the edge of the bath. The steam has long since gone. The bath is getting cooler. Mikey falls asleep...

A sharp pain in his chest.

Mikey's eyes widen.

His arms ache, his legs ache. His hands clench up, he grits his teeth and inhales sharply.

Leo is by his side, almost instantly.

"Mikey? Mikey, what is it?"

"He can't talk, Leo--"

"Well, he has to try! Come on, mi hermano, qué es?"

Mikey starts convulsing, shivering, shaking. His teeth chatter.

Leo takes the hint and places his hand in the water.

"The bath is cold," he says. "Mikey must be sensitive to cold. Let's get him out."

Raph reaches in and pulls Mikey out, his body rigid and unable to move apart from shaking vehemently.

"Do you think this has something to do with why he prefered the bath when it was boiling? The heat didn't seem to faze him at all," Raph mentions.

"He might have some new physical needs," Leo says, grabbing a towel and rubbing Mikey profusely. "I hadn't thought of that..."

Raph signs to Leo.

'Donnie said he had reptile mutations... do you think this is some enhanced form of brumation?'

Leo signs back.

'Not sure... could be? In any case, let's keep him warm and comfortable...'

Mikey starts moaning again, trying to speak.

"Don't worry, buddy, we'll get you nice and warm," Raph assures him.

Mikey starts moving again, his fingers curling and extending.

He holds up his two hands, one with three fingers extended and the other adding a fourth. He taps them against his chin.

"Mikey, what..."

He repeats the motion. Four fingers lined up together, tapping his chin.

A sign for a single word.

'Talk.'

Mikey had found a way to talk.

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[nokingsonlyfooles]

Radio Silence

Quick updates, because crunch time continues and it will be difficult to post for a while yet:

I've been fixing the site some more. I've got some limited character info up and I'm working on reformatted pages with details (and spoilers!). I've added a sidebar and a Thank You! for the supporters. Let me know if you want me to link to anything of yours, you two. Illustrations will have to wait until the eyes improve and/or until I pull the pin on that pen display I want. (If I can't freehand a line that doesn't wiggle on a pen display, I'm gonna cry. I swear something happened to Windows that made my styluses work even worse.)

I'm working on the next six-pack, but it's slow. I wrote myself into a corner and I can get out, but there's a lot of exposition and "why are we going to do this and not that?" to get through and it's been challenging to keep it fun. I detoured to produce Marc's backstory in instalment format, for continuity purposes. I did 50 pages of that in, like three days, so it's not that I can't write at all, I'm just dragging my feet on what comes next. Sorry.

I had the expensive eye thing done (got backed into a corner on that too) and it was miserable. I have to wait up to eight weeks to see if it helps my issues with acuity and stamina. It's been a little over one week. First follow-up's June 3rd, after all that CPA stuff is over.

And I'm going to have to replace the whole keyboard on this computer, which will take a week and cost I-dunno-what, because a key clip broke and nobody can find one that matches. It's been over a month. They have to take the whole thing apart to replace the keyboard, this is some major surgery which I hope this new machine will survive. So I'll be back on my old tablet, and it doesn't have a working keyboard at the moment. I think I have a working adapter to hook up a peripheral, but I may wind up typing on the screen. That's annoying, I won't be interacting much if so. But I may remain too burned out to interact at all.

CPA tests for the spouse are next week, basically ALL WEEK. We are very tired and juggling a lot. I hope it goes okay. We'll see you on the other side if so.

[sege-h]

Thoughts on the State of Play reveal

Under a readmore just in case

1- I know I said I'd keep the Son*dow tag blocked for a bit after Prime ended but I think I'll keep it blocked till the end of the year now lmao

2- I know the rumor has been going around since yesterday but I took it with a grain of salt since it's. Yknow. A rumor. But even when I let myself think 'what if its real tho' this is SO FAR FROM WHAT I EXPECTED. A!!! I thought at most we'd get is a remaster that'd also make Shadow playable! As soon as I saw the new level I was like WAIT WHAT. WAIT WHAT!!?!? and it just kept going from there!!!

I'm so happy we'll be getting a HD biolizard fight! He'll no longer be contained to the 3DS! Also from what little we saw Shadow will get to have some dynamic posing in the boss fights, like Super Sonic did in Frontiers. Good! I loved those!

3- Ian Flynn has #KnowingSmile'd the announcement and I'm hoping this means he got to write for whatever new content there is.

And speaking of Frontiers! I'm hoping that this ends up being Shadow's 'Frontiers' moment. In that his writing and character get what Amy's, Tails', and Knuckles' did in Frontiers.

4-I had the stream off to the side in another tab since I wasn't interested in most of what was shown. And then I heard the first few notes of the Generations music and i immediately switched tabs and I just!!! Feel like I did in 2011 except my computer/internet is way better, and you tube is shittier!

5- I'm excited for this for such Me reasons. For those new here- I live in a country that had no Sonic stuff for...well, never, really. Not until about 2022. The second movie did what I'd hoped the first movie would do (but then the pandemic happened) and brought over Sonic stuff here. For the first time in my life I went to a toy store here and it had Sonic stuff. I got to buy physical Sonic comics for the first time. For the first time in my life I can go to a video game store and actually see Sonic games there. It's been wild

That being said, 2011 had Nothing. Sonic Generations came out. And I didn't want to pirate it because a friend of mine had worked on it. I was determined to find it. And I only saw it irl one time- for the Playstation. A console I've never had. It was pretty upsetting! I remember posting about it here even....I've been on tumblr too long SHDGSHDHS

Later I'd find that there was a 3DS version. I have that! So I looked for that version of it alongside the PC one

So, for almost a decade, I looked, to no avail. And for this whole time I refused to look at any playthroughs! Any knowledge I had on whats in the game came from the trailers we saw

And then in 2019 my best friend helped me buy the 3DS version. I had 9 dollars on my 3DS and whenever the game went on sale it'd be on for 10 dollars. So he gave me a dollar and helped me get it SHDGSHDH

So I finally experienced Generations! It was surprise after surprise in that one, because I knew it was different but I didn't know how. I didn't expect a Rush level in it, or for the Biolizard to be in there!

And then in late 2020 when I got my new computer and could finally get steam, another close friend got me Generations for the PC! I'd somehow managed to dodge spoilers on it all those years so all I knew about it was: Theres Green Hill, Chemical Plant, City Escape, and a Silver boss fight.

I got to play modern City Escape for myself- which is the level that inspired the current iteration of my main OC, Storm. It was a joy

All this rambling to say...it's wild to think that once this remaster comes out, I'll be able to get it day 1, at least I hope I will. Still-it won't take me almost a decade to get to it

And if there's a physical release? I'll be able to go to a store here- HERE, not in one of our neighboring countries, not from somewhere else, but in a store here. Right across the street. And I'll finally have a physical copy of Generations. That was my final goal with the game-- I love it, I have two versions of it! And the plan was always that even though I'd gotten to play them now, if I ever ran into a physical copy of the game, I'd buy it. And now I'll really get to do it

6- Bonus thought of me being silly: Wowow my OC was shown at the State of Play--

[dangerous-drabbles]

update

i've been putting off writing this, but i can't exactly not, so... i'll try and make this brief.

in short: i've had an epiphany.

(tl;dr at bottom)

i've been writing/brainstorming this fic since november/december last year, and since then, my ideas and understandings of the show and it's characters have evolved. and with them, my plans and understandings for iwf.

i want to be clear: this is not me saying i'm done with iwf, or going on some long hiatus. in fact, it's more the opposite.

having graduated, with summer in full swing, and feeling more sure than ever about where i want to take this fic (as well as remaining fully invested in this fandom), i plan to do more writing than ever before B)

that said: something needs to change.

this fic has been, and continues to be, my baby (besides my ever-growing, yet rarely spoken of, tmnt iteration) for most of the time i've been active in this fandom.

i've long struggled with motivation for big writing projects, but i am resolved to keep with this one because i have a story worth telling. will it be worth reading? who's to say!! (i hope so /gen)

but, as you might've noticed, my more recent updates (especially around the end of arc I) were... bad. maybe not bad-bad, but still bad from a 'technical writing/story' perspective. i struggled a lot with them, and i think that really shows.

i've was trying to figure out why its come to be this way while pushing forward by forcing myself to write, but that didn't work. it wasn't until this week, tuesday, when realization struck me (while watching a video essay, lol).

it made me realize a big part of what was making me unhappy was something i already knew, an issue underlying the fic (and my writing style) as a whole.

with this in mind, i can't keep going forward in the way i had planned.

i'm not gonna go back and change arc I. while the problem is there, especially in the later chapters, i'm early enough on that i can turn things around and (hopefully) root out the problem(s) without any major changes to what i've written/set up so far.

but to do this, i need time.

i know i know i just took a 2-3 week long break, but to pull this off, i need time to prepare and rewrite. i'm halfway through revisions for the arc II outline, and i'll need to heavily revise/rewrite several chapters, plus write some new stuff (since i'm axing the next couple i had planned/written out... rip.)

if all goes well, it shouldn't take longer than two weeks. best case scenario, i get it done in one. we'll see.

until then, i humbly ask for your patience.

as a note:

i could go deep into my inspirations for this fic, where i wanted to go originally, what's changed since then, and especially what brought me to my realization (plus the specifics of said realization) but i said i would try to make this brief, and here we are, [insert amount of words] later.

are you really surprised, though? (/lh)

[if you would like to see me talk more about that (i would absolutely always be down, i love talking about myself /j /lh), feel free to shoot me an ask. in fact, i would beg on my hands and knees, if i were not a silly guy who lives on your computer (/j)]

(tl;dr -- i am not done writing iwf. however, i had a realization that led to me reevaluating my writing and determining that i need to rewrite/revise my arc II outline, and edit/revise/completely rewrite the next several chapters.

this means i am planning to take another week or so off (i am sosososo sorry) to iron everything out and get ahead.

this whole post was me trying to explain the reasoning behind this decision, with an underlying sense of desperate patheticism to match (/j /lh).)

to conclude, i want to say thank you so much for your support, silent or otherwise, from all who have read and (hopefully) enjoyed this fic thus far. i genuinely couldn't do it without you (yes, sun, this includes you /lh.)

especially to my frequent commenters, who i promise i do see and appreciate. you guys are the real mvps <3

i have some really big plans for iwf, and i hope you'll stick around to see them come to fruition (:<

[dangerously-human]

About what you said here-

"I know that some aspects of my disabilities will be gone when I have my heavenly body. But some probably will remain, because they’re not all bad."

Hmm... Personally, I doubt that.

You still keeping certain traits I mean.

I mean no disrespect when I say that, but, it's just..

The way I see it, God might have chosen to let you have autism so that it could in some way be used as an opportunity to, like you said, highlight his powers, and as a way to make you build up your faith and reliance on him; to help you get closer to him.

But, once you do all that and you *do* succeed and *do* make it into heaven and reunite with God (hypothetically), then that's it. It's done. You're there now, you made it. It has fulfilled it's purpose; you don't need it anymore. So, at least to me, it seems very unlikely that He would make you keep even the smallest fragments of it in your new body, regardless of whether they were painful or harmless to you in your past life on Earth.

Any and all earthly conditions, illnesses/disabilities, habits or traits from our previous lives, whether they were physical, developmental or psychological; whether we were born with them or not; whether they were absolutely debilitating to us or mostly harmless, it doesn't matter what. ALL of them will be removed from us and ereased for good when God gives us our clean heavenly bodies. That's my belief. (And hope.)

But in all honesty, neither of us really know what will happen when we get a new body in heaven, and we'll never know for sure until we actually get there ( *if * we ever get there..).

All we can do right now is speculate.

Just wanted to add in my two cents there.

Hi. Given that you're saying this on anon, I'm guessing we don't know each other. So I don't think you know how this comes across, and I will try to be polite in my response, but this was hurtful to me and I don't think I can or should answer without acknowledging that. I am not responding in anger, but I am responding from a place of wariness.

Autism is not only a bad thing. It is a way of being. I love the comparison to different operating systems on a computer, especially when you consider that one OS might be better at certain tasks than others, but that doesn't mean one OS is actually superior to another (diehard Linux fanatics dni, lol). Some traits can cause problems in some people's lives, but equally some traits (even the same ones) can be actively good in other people's lives, and mostly, it's just neutral - none of it is inherently good or bad. Autism is not brokenness or sin; being perfected would not require me to not be autistic. Now, I can perhaps see some of your point in terms of "there will be neither male nor female, Jew nor Gentile," also examples of neutral identities that won't be the same in heaven as on earth. That said, I think most of that statement is about healing division, not so much that we will no longer be who we are. I have to ask if you'd say the same thing about being a woman having fulfilled its purpose and being no longer needed when I'm in heaven. You know what I mean? Like, sure, it's going to mean something different here on earth, but it's not "unclean" or a problem to be solved or a hindrance to overcome in being made complete. In fact, there are ways in which I am a better Christian for being autistic - things like special interests improving my biblical learning, or, as a friend (the lovely @loubuttons) recently taught me, an emphasis on rest and listening to the Lord. I know our understanding of what heaven will be like is imperfect, but I don't see anything in the Bible that says we won't have personalities or will be uniform templates of people. Honestly, it reads to me that you're still on an understanding of autism as being separate from a person, but that makes no more sense than saying I'm a person with femaleness or a person with whiteness or a person with born-in-the-90s-ness - it's a neutral thing that is part of who I am and gets expressed in my life in a variety of ways. When I see Jesus face-to-face, I'll have a chance to ask him more about this, and it will be very cool to learn more about the purposes behind how each of us was made.

Last thought for now: respectfully, if this is something you or anyone else wants to talk to me about, via asks or messages, I'm very open to it but I ask that you sign your name to it moving forward.

[casspurrjoybellbittner]

Wreckless - Waiting for News

*Warning Adult Content*

Finnegan

Yesterday was Monday... yesterday was three weeks from the day I submitted our bids... no news is bad news.

I talked to Megan yesterday and again just now... I've kept her on payroll out of my own pocket for several reasons but it boils down to the simple fact that she's the best administrative assistant I've ever had and good ones are never out of work.

She will have another job within a week if I have to let her go and when there was any chance at all of me going back, I kept her.

She told me to keep my head up and keep hoping, that this is in fact the third week and we're dealing with the military who is used to running on their own schedule.

I decide to give them until Friday.

This weekend, if I must, I will talk to Emmett... I'm dreading it.

At dinner, my father tells me that a new site has been identified and looks good.

Once that site is a go we'll work on selling the Baltimore plant.

The new factory is in better shape he says although smaller.

It's in a little town near Little Rock, Arkansas.

All I know of Arkansas is Bill Clinton and the fact that it is very, very southern.

Southern to me is scary.

Southerners vote for Trump, shoot black guys for jogging through their neighborhoods and definitely don't approve of gays.

Yes, I know it's judgmental.

Yes I know some southerners are wonderful people.

Still, look at who they elect.

Look at the laws that are passed.

The percentages are not on my side.

Michigan is too redneck for me and I can't even fathom what Arkansas will be like.

Maybe no worse.

That would be a win.

My sister rolls into town on Wednesday and it is very good to see her.

She's younger than me and halfway through law school.

Having us both in town means that mom goes above and beyond and makes a huge pot of coddle and homemade bread.

We drink, reminisce and laugh and I desperately need all three.

Right before lunch on Thursday I get a call from Megan.

We have mail.

Mail that she had to sign for.

Mail from the Department of Defense.

I tell her to open it as I run to my room for some privacy.

I'm silently begging her to hurry up when she whispers

"Another courier. What do I do?"

Why is she whispering?

"Do? Go get it... I'll hold."

I mentally go through her getting up from her desk, going to the glass door that separates my office suite from the rest of the building, chit chatting and then signing.

She should be back at her desk now.

Now. Fine, now. MEGAN.

"Mr. Walker, it's just like the other set. So weird to see something not addressed to Walker Industries."

We either got both contracts or the Department of Defense sends very nice, very expensive rejection letters.

"Open one, please, I'm freaking out."

"You never freak out, okay, I'm skimming."

She doesn't know the half of it. Of me. 

"We got it."

I feel like she's speaking Chinese.

I hear her and understand but my brain takes a second to compute.

We got them... I can't believe it.

"I will have someone from legal come pick them up this afternoon. I need you to scan and send me every page first."   

I have a lot of reading to do.

"No problem."

"And Meagan."

"Yes, Mr Walker?"

"This is just the beginning... now the hard work starts. Once legal comes by you can take the rest of the day off."

I need to call Emmett.

"Thank you. When are you coming back to the office?"

I have no idea.

Some quick calculations happen and 'Monday' pops out of my mouth.

There's just one slight problem though, one small thing left to do before then.

I have to talk to my father.

I have to tell him I went behind his back and that I want to go back to Baltimore and rebuild so that we can help the government by supplying circuit boards for their radar systems and drones.

He has to approve because even with two Department of Defense contracts I can't go back and rebuild without him giving me a good bit of money, manpower and help.

Securing the two contracts that Megan is currently emailing me was truly the easy part, as hard as it was.

Now I have to get my father's blessing.

Then I have to rebuild the factory to new, tighter specs to meet Department of Defense guidelines.

We need to be up and running, the sooner the better, to fill these contracts on time because I'm only going to get one chance.

I want to call Emmett and tell him that my plan worked.

That I can come back.

I can be there Saturday and we can have time before the chaos begins.

But I can't.

Not until I talk to my father.

Still, he needs to know I'm still trying, that things are moving.

Finnegan Walker: Emmett. We got two contracts. Still a lot of hurdles on this end but things look much better today. I know you said three weeks but I need a few more days. Please? I miss you.

So much is wrapped in those three last words.

I hover over the button and finally hit send.

I don't expect an answer right away but I get one.

Emmett Locke: Sounds like good news. I can wait. As long as there's a chance I'll wait. Miss you too.

[crowleaf]

Also my mother finally acknowledged that my aunt (her sister-in-law) is probably emotionally abusing my uncle.

(tw cw: emotional abuse, spousal abuse, toxic relationship, controlling behavior)

I've been saying this for at least ten years. I've taken note of how he's gradually changed from being this weird nerd, who I always looked forward to seeing on holidays to talk about whatever new shows or movies he'd pirated and to exchange recommendations and to show him whatever recent Zelda game had come out (because the graphics of each new game since Ocarina would blow his mind), to being withdrawn and indifferent to things.

He wasn't watching anything new because his wife said he spent too much time in the basement (where the computer is, where he would pirate things). He lost all his friends (and only had her friends to socialize with) that he used to hang out with, who were all into classic cars, after she said he spent too much time going to car shows with them, and made him sell his Firebird (or Thunderbird. Can't remember which he had because I hadn't seen it since I was like, 12). He wasn't even 'allowed' to show an interest in video games because he was in his late 50-early 60's (at the time) and his wife thought it was childish and a waste of time.

Now he doesn't come to family gatherings anymore, because his wife prioritizes her family, always, and we've caught them (her) lying to get out of plans made with our family so that they could go to hers on holidays. Like, why lie? Just say you have other plans. (I should also note that his wife has no kids, not with him or anyone else; the family they visit are random extended relatives of hers)

The other day is what really got my mom to understand what I've been trying to say for years.

She called him, and he was in the Walmart parking lot in the car alone, and before my mom could even say much, he hurriedly said "(wife) just got out of the store, I gotta go." I didn't hear this call obviously but my mom said it was really weird, like he was anxious.

And before that, on a different call (that had been on speaker phone on his end...it always is, his wife always has to hear and be involved in the conversation) my mom asked if he was retiring because he'd just quit his job.

He said he wanted to, and his wife, from somewhere in the background, screams "He is NOT RETIRING!" to which my uncle replies "We'll talk about it later." During the short Walmart call, he told my mom he is not going back to work. He's 65, and he's had back problems since I was a kid. If he has the means to retire, then he should absolutely do so. So why the fuck is his wife so anti-retirement?

Because it means he'll have alone time, without her. Because she still works, and the job he just quit? They worked in the same school together. Where she could presumably 'keep an eye on him'. Why does she want to keep an eye on him? Fuck if I know! He's never cheated. He's never done anything to deserve her suspicious behavior.

It's fucked. I really wish he could get help. My other uncle has already given up on him because he doesn't understand that his brother is being abused, because they're all boomers (young boomers, but still) and their generation cannot fathom that a woman can abuse a man (my mom gets it, she just didn't realize it was happening to her own brother until all of this).

So I really hope when he retires and gets some fucking alone time while his wife is at work and not constantly listening in on his phone calls, that maybe my mom can call and ask if he like, needs help. Wants help. Wants out. But the men in my family, (myself included, I'm a man sometimes), are prideful idiots who have a hard time reaching out for or accepting help. So I don't know if he would even accept help if offered, or if he would just try to grit his teeth and suffer through this shit marriage until one of them dies.

It just kills me knowing the last 20 years or so of his life have been spent living under such controlling, abusive conditions. It breaks my heart to see how much he's changed. I miss my uncle, and I'm worried for him. I would help if I could, but I don't have the means to do anything.

It's getting worse though. It's the little things that make it obvious. For example, every year, even if they didn't come to holiday gatherings, I would get a Christmas card in the mail from him (signed by them both) full of scratch-offs. I actually won like $40 from them last year. I didn't get a card this year.

[undeadentropy]

I want to publish my books one day. And I hope to whatever God is out there, that I can sell enough books that I don't have to work as a wage slave the rest of my life. I love being a chef, don't get me wrong. But the work is brutal, and I can't do this full time forever. Not since I got covid back in 2020. And I'm getting older. I don't know how long my health will last.

I will die one day, I know. But I want to leave my mark before I go. My books are my legacy. I won't be having kids, even if I was able. I was infertile even before HRT. My books are the engravings of my very soul. And I so dearly hope that people enjoy them, even when I'm gone.

And I WILL finish them. That much I promise. I have a whole trilogy, over a million words between them. They arent ready yet. Lost of fine tuning and lore inconsistencies to take care of. They tell a singular story, and so must be finished together.

And if Fate would have it, I will gladly write more books within the same universe. I would love to create more stories, of the lives of characters from different places and times. That would be a dream come true. No writer's block could stand in my way, if people actually enjoyed my books and asked me for more. Books are meant to be read, and the demand would drive me to create more.

That would be the greatest dream. I fantasize of a time and place when people make fan art and fanfics of my stories. Such a thing is the greatest compliment of them all. I dream of engaging people to such a degree that they bless me with such gifts. As improbable as it may be, this fanciful dream keeps me going, even as life tries to stop me. Even as the world tries and fails to end my life. I'm still here, bitch. And I'm not done yet.

Sorry, I'm a bit drunk right now. I only hope my life finds meaning through my written works. And that my soul find a new home when I'm free of this dysphoric moral shell.

I know there is more to mortal existence than my physical brain can conceive. Time didn't exist before space came to be. Time is a dimension we only perceive through the inevitable growth of entropy. This is why we can't remember the future. Even though time itself is but another dimension, we can't perceive it. Only the effect it has on 3d space.

We don't know reality. And I fear what awaits me on the other side of death. But I know that reality is so much more than what we see. This life is but light filtered through to our meat computers we call our brains. There's so much more that we can't see, trapped behind the veil of our universe's axioms.

We will all see the truth when we die, never to tell the living what we learned. I know that one day, even humanity will go extinct. So why do i want to leave my mark, knowing just how fleeting it is? I don't know. Perhaps that's the true meaning of nihilism. We make our own meaning in this life.

This is why I chose the name of Undeadentropy. When creation goes to die, the soul lives on beyond even death. My name is the essence of the soul. Impossible to prove by the laws of science, bound to this world as they are. But inevitable when considered through a philosophical lense. Undeadentropy is magic. A force that has no place in this universe. It has no axiom to bind it to any reality our moral minds can conceive. But it remains the only explanation for how those axioms, and our very universe, came to exist in the first place.

I love you all. And I hope we all find some meaning in this meaningless universe, where even the Divine can exist as nothing more than a feeling deep within our soul. And though we might fight and struggle within these flesh prisons, one day we'll be free. We will meet again, and laugh about this crazy dream we know as life. Until that day comes, take care of yourself. And know that I will always love you.

[countrymusiclover]

9 - Risky Moves

Part 10

Yoda's New Padawan

@tyrionsprincess30 @mrskenobi19

"Master Yoda saw us talking last week...we need to be more careful or we'll get caught." I mumbled resting my forehead against his with our breath mixing together. "We won't get caught, darling. Now I feel like I should show you how much I feel for you." He slightly smirked and I blushed not used to seeing this side of him.

Waking up in the middle of the night I run to the bathroom throwing up in the toilet. Tucking my messy hair behind my ears I gasped slightly tired because this has become a regular thing for almost two months now. Today I am supposed to accompany Obi and Anakin on a mission to deal with General Grievas. So I'll have to push through this sickness. Because there's no way I can go to medical and ask for their help. They'll want to run tests which will label who the father immediately. Someone knocked on my door making me only pin my hair back with a small clip, most of it loose going down my back. Throwing on my robe I use to force grabbing my lightsaber answering the door.

"Anakin, I thought you were Obi-wan." I breathed out seeing hus padawan instead. He simply nodded leading me to the ships replying. "He's getting the ships ready. One of them will be a double seater, for you two." Nodding my head I see him climbing into his ship waiting for me. Flying through space we had some issues where Anakin had us almost crash through a ships shield. R2 is control of the elevator which makes Anakin impatient. Obi-wan runs a hand through his hair whispering. "So has the sickness gotten any better?" Running my hands down staring into his eyes he hopes Anakin doesn't think anything of this conversation. "It's still happening and I have a weird feeling of what it might be-" R2 suddenly turned the elevator back up where I stumbled into his arms. He wrapped his arms around my waist before drawing his lightsaber seeing its only Anakin. Quickly pulling out of his arms I take some breaths hiding my blushing face in the hood of my robe.

Anakin had to kill Doku who knocked Obi-wan out for a few minutes. The Chancellor followed Anakin and I through the ship until it started turning upside down. I gasped feeling my feet slip so I used the grappling hook on my belt to keep myself from falling. Obi opened his eyes wrapping his arms around Anakin. "Did I miss something?" An elevator nearly crushed us but the boys swung us into another part of the ship. Rolling on my back I groaned feeling some pain in my lower back. Obi-wan offers me his hands pulling me up right as we got captured by droids. Grevis takes a swing at me where I ducked allowing him the chance to smash the glass window behind me. Obi-wan grabbed the computer consult so he doesn't get thrown out. "Obi!" I screamed the wind trying to pull me out. He extended his left hand to me straining to reach my wrist. "Y/n, hang on!" Finally he securely secured my wrist when the Chancellor managed to close the windows. All of us gasped for air but I dropped on my stomach morning in pain. Obi-wan draped his arm around my waist holding me up seeing Anakin race to the controls praying he can land the ship safely.

Luckily he managed to crash land the burning ship. Anakin stopped thinking we would follow but Obi-wan has me sit down explaining to him. "Let's not forget, Anakin. You saved me from the Buzz droids. And killed Count Doolu, rescued the Chancellor. While carrying me unconscious on your back. You deserve your day in the spotlight with the politician's." He nodded leaving is alone so we could go see the Council. Obi-wan pulled me into a hallway that isn't used a lot near the council room resting his hands on my hips sighing. "Are you alright. The pain, your breathing, anything out of place?" Reaching up with my right hand I weakly smiled resting it to his cheek. "I'm all better, Obi. I believe I know what this means but we won't be able to hide the truth in a few months." He brushes his fingers over his beard lost in thought. Running my left hand over my lightsaber on my belt I know we will be thrown off the Council if this surfaced. Master Yoda hasn't been asking a lot of questions anymore, top consumed in this war to pay attention to what I'm doing. So we were save until we made a risky move by sleeping together.

"I'm not trained in these things. Did your mother or sister teach you-" I cut him off dropping my arms at my sides shaking my head at him. "Yes General Kenobi, she taught us how they're made. We already figured that part out. Now we have to find a way to hide the fact I'm...we're-" He rests a finger to his lips telling me to be quiet as foosteps approached so he whispered in my ear. "Let's find your sister." I grab his hand dragging him through the Temple and down to the area that connects the Senate's quarters to this building. Opening the door to her room I see her sitting on the couch outside her room resting her hands on her stomach taking a second to notice our presence in her chamber. Obi-wan locked the door standing by it until I waved him over with my hand already feeling uneasy about this situation. He slowly walked over crossing his arms over his chest eyeing my sister. Padme raised to her feet coming to stand only a few steps away from me, her hands twisting the fabric of her dress. Apparently I do the same when I'm nervous according to Obi-wan. Suddenly we both just blurted out the weight on our chests, catching each other completely off guard. "I'm pregnant."

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[buckybleu]

bro now i can't stop thinking about shangqi entering the avengers and reader is set to show Katy and Shangqi into their new headquarters but like reader doesn't know it's them. Until she like, sees them. Katy had kept in touch with reader from time to time but hadn't found a moment to say what happened to her over phone bc it felt more like a thing u say face to face. And she's so shocked and Shangqi was hoping to see her here and apologize for the millionth time but

Wait mid ask i was thinking did shangqi and Katy ever went to ta lo while reader and him were together?

Okay idk I'm just vibing.

So shangqi gets reader alone and Sexy ass Sam comes over and introduces himself with his hand on readers shoulders. Then he says goodbye after a weird talk, kisses reader on the forehead and Shangqi is like :o

Btw this is not a request I'm just like thinking. Thought u may like my thoughts KDJSKSKSKSK

I'm team Sam.

Pairing: Xu Shang-Chi x fem!reader

A/N: I know you said it wasn't a request, but I couldn't help it and let my fingers slip! Also I love your thoughts, don't worry hehe❤️ A little part 2 to Everlasting.

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The elevator dings, alerting that you've reached your floor. You swipe your badge to enter the lab as a chorus of cheers abrupt. Some of your colleagues are huddled around a computer screen, intently watching whatever video is playing; ooo's and ahh's slipping past their lips.

"Do you know what's got them all riled up?" From where you're standing, you can only catch glimpses of what looks like action movie of sorts. Dr. Cho hands you a manilla folder, looks over and shrugs her shoulders.

"Not sure, something about a bus ride gone wrong in San Francisco or something."

San Francisco? You try to catch another peak of the video playing but Dr. Cho starts to talk about the upcoming gear improvements for the Avengers. You listen intently to what she's saying and tasking you, but the voice inside your head keeps telling you to call Katy. Something starts to rise from your throat.

"Y/N? Are you okay?"

You swallow the bitter taste in your mouth, nodding at your boss. "Yea, sorry. I-uh I had something on my mind. Sorry what were you saying, Bucky’s arm calibration?”

Dr. Cho presents the blue prints on her tablet as you start down the hallway. You don't know what this feeling is, but you definitely need to call Katy later.

****

"Wait, wait. Hold on, you're leaving? Where are you going?" You pace around your office, listening to Katy scatter around her room and shove clothes into a bag.

After recalibrating Bucky's arm, you rushed to your office to give Katy a call. Before you could even click on her contact, Sam had texted you a link to a video.

Baby, you have got to check this out. It's insane!!

Your heart nearly jumps out your chest upon seeing Shang-Chi fighting men on the bus. Especially the one that had a razor for a fist? What the hell was going on? It didn't help hearing Katy's scream.

"Shang-Chi and I are leaving on the next flight out to Macau. He's trying to find his sister."

"Macau? Sister?! Katy, are you sure you and I are talking about the same person?" At this point you don't know what to believe. From the years you've known Shang-Chi, he's never mention anything about a sister.

"Yea it has something to do with their pendants." Katy says nonchalantly as she continues packing, "Hey, do you happen to know what the weather's like in Macau?"

"Katy! Stop for one second! Macau? Why...what. Are you guys okay? Are you hurt?" You take a moment to catch your breath. First the bus video and now a rushed trip to Macau to find Shang-Chi's sister? Nothing is adding up or making sense.

"Look I promise, we'll explain everything when we get back." A car honks in the distance as Katy rushes out the door, "Shang-Chi's here, I gotta go! Talk to you soon!"

"Wait Katy. No, no, please what-" The line cuts off with the dial tone. You press the palm of your hands to your eyes, trying your best to suppress your frustrated tears. Shang-Chi and Katy were leaving to Macau and you had no idea if everything was okay. You don't hear the knock on your door or it opening as your inner turmoil slowly takes over.

You're startled by the hands gently gripping your shoulders.

"Hey, hey it's just me." Sam's warm voice soothes the panic in your chest. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." He presses a kiss to your forehead, arms pulling you into his chest.

Sam chuckles as he tries to decipher your muffling. He pulls away and cups your face, eyes raising in concern. "What's going on, baby? Everything alright?"

You wipe the stray tears with your sleeves, giving Sam your best smile. "I'm good. Just some rushed news from Katy. And I'm just overthinking as usual."

"Hey whatever it is, I'm sure everything's fine. What's that thing you always say about her...she's a tornado and will-"

"Will push through an entire city, tearing up everything in her path." You chuckle, heart growing a bit more that Sam remembered such a miniscule detail.

"Exactly. I'm positive she'll give you a call in a bit. Hmm?" You nod your head and kiss his cheek. "Alright, it's lunch time and I brought my favorite girl her favorite food."

****

Katy didn't call you back and hasn't answered any of your texts or return your calls. You thought maybe she didn't have international data, but there had to be wifi in the hotel right? It's been nearly a week and nothing. At this point you're about to send Sam and Bucky to Macau to find your friends.

"Dr. Cho, have you seen Dr. Banner? Ms. Reeves's DNA resequencing results from MIT have come in. A novel mutation in the XRCC2 gene was identified." You scroll through your tablet making sure you have the correct data. "Oh, Sam and Bucky also need you to clear their injuries before-"

"Y/N." Dr. Cho's voice is gentle, chuckling at your rambling state, "You're overworking yourself again. Slow it down."

"Sorry Helen." You glance around the lab, not finding the man you're looking for. "Do you know if Dr. Banner is in his office?"

"He's in the conference room right now. Emergency meeting with Wong and Captain Danvers. Should be wrapping up soon-"

A frazzled Bruce Banner suddenly steps through the door, shrugging on his lab coat. "The circus just got bigger everyone."

You and Dr. Cho share confused expressions, not understanding Bruce's comment. As much as you want to question it, you know better than to involve yourself further in the world of the Avengers than you already are.

****

Katy finally decided to call you back. But nothing about the phone call soothed your worries. If anything, it made you even more confused. The only thing she reassured you was that both her and Shang-Chi were okay.

While she did tell you they found Xialing, Shang-Chi's sister, Katy left out some important details of the trip; including that they were at the Tower today.

Friday's voice chimes through your intercom, "Ms. Y/L/N, Dr. Banner has requested your presence in the main lab."

"Thank you Friday."

Your heels click as you make your way down the hall towards the elevator. You don't think it's anything out the ordinary, probably just a check-in with reports or someone's gear needing to be upgraded.

Ping

A text notification pops up on your phone; it's a text message from Katy. Swipe across the notification, eye nearly bulging out your head. It's a photo of Katy and Shang-Chi in front the Avengers Tower.

"What the fuck?" The elevator doors open and you rush out towards Bruce's office. The quicker you find out what Bruce needs, the quicker you can get an explanation from Katy and Shang-Chi.

You're too focused on your phone, furiously texting Katy, when you collide into someone's chest. Their coffee spills all over your blouse, staining the satin fabric.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry. I wasn-" For the past year you've done your best to move on from the events in San Francisco last Christmas. You've allowed yourself to heal and move on. You found a new love with your boyfriend, Sam Wilson. But seeing Shang-Chi in front of you for the first time in a year, you can feel an unsettling murmur in your heart. "Shang-Chi?"

He chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hey, funny seeing you here."

"Yea..." There's a pregnant pause and an uncomfortable silence.

"How's working at Stark Industries?"

"What are you doing here at the Tower?"

You both laugh, trying to ease the tension between the two of you. Luckily an excited Katy spots you and practically tackles you to the floor.

"Wow, look at you Ms. Stark Industries. Are you here to give us some cool gadgets for our missions?" You can't help but laugh at her comment, still confused of everything happening and why they're here.

"Gadgets? Why would you need Stark technology for a mission?" You glance over to Bruce who's sipping his coffee. "Hello? Anyone care to explain to what is going on?!"

Shang-Chi and Katy sheepishly step away. You're beyond irritated and just want answers.

Bruce clears his throat, "Y/N, meet the newest members of the Avengers. But it seems like you already know each other."

"Avengers? You mean...Katy...Shang-Chi..I- what?" Your eyes begin to blur, heading starting to feel dizzy. Your breaths are shallow before your line of vision suddenly goes dark.

****

"How long do you think she'll be out Doc?"

"She should be waking up soon."

Slowly, you start to open your eyes, adjusting to the bright lights in the room. As your vision clears, you see a worried Shang-Chi at the end of your bed. Dr. Cho is to your left making sure all your vitals are good.

"What happen?" You can feel a slight throbbing in your head. The only thing you remember was hyperventilating and blacking out. "What's going on?" The heart monitor suddenly spikes as you try to sit up, mind starting to piece everything back together.

"Hey Y/N, everything's okay. You were overwhelmed with the news and fainted. Let me get you some water and I'll catch you up." You nod at Dr. Cho's assuring words.

You take a deep breath, trying to relax. There's no doubt that Bruce or Helen have alerted Sam of the incident and would be wandering in soon. All you wanted right now was Sam next you, holding your hand.

"I'm sorry." Shang-Chi fiddles with his hands, unable to look at you.

"Shang-Chi, it's fine. Just a little accident. I was just overwhelmed with...well everything."

He finally looks at you, all the memories of before rushing back. "I mean, I'm sorry...for everything with us. I-I miss you. And I promise I wasn't planning to talk to you like this, but-"

Heavy foot steps echo in the hallway before a distressed Sam Wilson rushes to your bedside. He places the flowers and balloons on table and hastily presses kisses to your forehead.

"You okay baby? I was in the middle of training with Bucky when Friday alerted me." Sam cups your face as he check your face and body for any injuries. "Need me to get you anything?"

You smile, shaking your head 'no.' "Just need you."

Sam seals your smile with a peck.

Shang-Chi's heart drops at how tender and loving you gaze at Sam; a longing expression you once gave him. He swallows the lump in his throat, "I'll leave guys be. I'm glad you're feeling better Y/N."

You give Shang-Chi a small smile, thanking him. Sam shakes Shang-Chi hand, "It's nice to meet you man. Welcome to the team."

Shang-Chi quietly exits the med-bay, not before taking one last look at you. You're laughing at whatever joke Sam told you; you're genuinely happy. And that's all he's ever wanted for you. Even if it's not with him.

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All errors and mistakes are mine!

A/N #2: Team Sam FTW 💖

[vannybarber]

Let Me Teach You

Summary: Jake hasn't had any sexual experiences before, so you decide to take the next step in your relationship and start him off.

Virgin¡Jake Jensen x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, virgin Mary Jake, oral (m to f & f to m), cum play, cursing, MAJOR fluff, Jake being so innocent 🥺, you corrupting him 😏.

"If it gets too much or overwhelming, just tell me and we'll stop okay?" You turn to Jake, closing the bedroom door.

He looks at you and nods his head nervously.

It was obvious as soon as the subject was brought up the first time, he was uncomfortable about it until he finally told you he was a virgin.

You thought it was sweet and you even got a little cocky knowing you're the farthest he's gone in a relationship and would be his first. You constantly let him know that your relationship was based off of love and he didn't have to do this yet, but he insisted, also adding on that he didn't know how he resisted you this long anyway.

And here you guys were, about to do something so life changing for him. It was an honor that he trusted you with his body and you were gonna take care of him.

You walk to the bed and sit on it, him following your movements. His face is red and he's smiling so nervously. You giggle at his state and rub his ram tatted arm.

"You don't need to be nervous, honey. I'm gonna make this the best experience for you. I won't hurt you, I promise," you calm him, giggling at the last sentence.

"I know, it's just so weird that this is literally happening. I didn't think it would come honestly."

And he had a point. When he first asked you out, it was a complete mess. You were searching for a new keyboard for your PC and he was trying with much difficulty to get your number. He ended up knocking an entire row of keyboards on the floor. It was the most adorable thing ever. He ended up coming over and setting up your tech.

"Well you trust me, don't you?" You wiggle a little closer till your thighs are touching.

"Yes, I do." He wraps his arm around your waist and smiles at you. You cup his face and kiss the side of his mouth.

"Well then you don't have to worry." You plant your lips on his and move in sync with his. You pull him back to the headboard, mouths still connected.

You lie back on the bed and Jake climbs over on you. One thing he was really good at was kissing, which you also taught him as well. He almost enjoys it more than computers.

Your hands slide up his shirt and he disconnects to get it off. You admire his toned torso. He goes red again when he sees you staring.

"You're so perfect, sweetheart," you tell him, then continuing to kiss him again. He takes his own lead and trails his lips down your neck, concluding a soft moan from you.

"Can I take your shirt off, babe?" He looks at you for approval. Your heart jumps at his need for consent, although you've made it aware that he could do whatever he feels with you when he was ready. But he's such a gentleman and you loved it.

"Of course, baby", you get out, before he scrambles to remove your top. You sit up on your hands, completely bare on top and it legitimately took his breath away.

"Jake, breathe." You laugh, but cautiously wait for him to get himself together. He shakes his head before looking at you again.

"You wanna touch them? You can. Their just for you." You're getting really aroused by his shyness to seeing you in such a vulnerable state. He reaches his hands out and starts squeezing your boobs and playing with your nipples.

You bite your lip and give him a smirk with your eyes.

"Taste them if you want. Do whatever you like," you challenge him. He surprisingly, but quickly latched his mouth on them and starts flicking his tongue on the buds. You lean your head to the side and exhale. He switches over and does the same to the other one, biting it a tiny bit.

You squeal in shock and he pulls back fast.

"Did I hurt you? Was that too much? I'm sorry, I just got a little carried away! I didn't mean to-"

"Jake!" You cut him rambling, something he tends to do often. He stops and looks up at you hesitantly.

"It's alright, honey. It just caught me by suprise. I liked it, don't worry." You caress his cheek and kiss the corner of his mouth. He lets out a deep breathe.

"You wanna try something else?" you suggest.

"Yeah there is something- I well...I wanted to try. I...um saw it in a -a video?" He struggles to form a sentence.

"Jake, look at me. Just relax okay? This is safe place. Tell me whatever you need okay? Don't be nervous."

"Okay..well I wanted to try uh...or-al." He scrunched up his face, scared at your reaction. But you're overjoyed. You haven't received oral in you don't know how long. You grin at him, making his expression soften.

"You really want to?" He nods his head. "Well alright then!" You unbutton your pants and Jake yanks them down and off your feet. Heat is radiating off his body as he grabs the waistband of your panties.

"Go ahead, love." He drags them down effortlessly, with your help of lifting your lower half up. He chucks them behind him and runs his hands up and down his jean covered thighs.

You slowly open your legs and allow him to bathe in the glory that lies between your hips. He made a very audible gasp, which worried you for a second, but passed when you remembered the circumstances; he's never seen a pussy in real life.

"Its..so beautiful, oh gosh." You laugh and he chuckles with you.

"Thank you, but it would look so much better with your mouth on it." He meets your eyes, taken aback and you just wink at him. "Do you know how to do it?"

He gets all shy and looks down. "No, not exactly." You lift his chin up.

"Its super easy, Jakey. All you have to do it lick on my clit for a while and then I'll have my orgasm."

"Okay but where's the...um...clit?" You grab his right hand and hover it over your sopping pussy.

"You feel that little bud right there?" You take his index finger and plant it right on your clit. He nods his head.

"That's the clit, okay? Just keep licking there and don't stop."

"So right here?" He rubs a tiny bit on it and you throw your head back with a low "shit".

"Yes baby, exactly right there." He wastes no time laying on his stomach, face directly above your heat. You look at him once more.

"Whenever you're ready," you say, giving him the okay. He give you a smooth wink and licks a long strip to the top of your pussy. You suck in massive breath, completely thrown off. But he doesn't stop.

He maneuvers his tongue to find the bud that you helped him locate, which was now quicker to find. He flicks it 3 times and sucks on it, making a wet noise and a popping sound.

"Jake, what the actual FUUUCK!" You moan out, the top of your head literally in the mattress and he lifts his head in confusion. You jerk your head back up, with wide eyes.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Nonononono! Baby, you're doing so good for me, just keep going. I love it. It's perfect."

He grins at your desperation before diving his head back in. This time his flicks his tongue faster and raisies his eyes up to you, just like he learned in the video.

You catch his eyes and arch your back in response. Out of nowhere, he sticks two of his fingers inside you, throwing you off once again. You sit up on your forearms trying to process everything.

He raises his head and bites his lips.

"Does that feel good, baby?" You nod your head and groan, words not coming so easily to you.

"Jake, oh my goodness, I'm gonna cum all over your face! Please don't stop baby, fuck!"

This motivates him ten times harder knowing he's going to make a girl come for the first time in his life. He picks up the speed of his tongue and moans, pumping his thick fingers quicker and even deeper.

Your abdomen heats up and prepares for the huge wave of an orgasm. You grip the sheets as it consumes your entire body, all the way to your toes.

"Jake, I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming !" Your body slowly dies down from the intensity and your lower half starts feeling the sensitivity. Jake stops his movements and proceeds to lick up the mess he caused. You grab his face and force your lips on his, wanting to taste yourself, but mostly express how he just made you feel.

You moan in his mouth, chasing his tongue then pulling back after a few seconds.

"So I'm guessing I did pretty good, huh?" His face is absolutely tomato red and he's cheesing so hard.

"Pretty good ?! You did fucking amazing baby! And the fingers? I didn't expect that at all." You breathlessly laughed. "That was the best oral I've ever gotten. I am so damn serious. That was amazing for it to be your first time."

He can't even form words to express himself, but you can certainly feel it.

"You deserve something for that. Can I suck you, honey?" As you ask, you grab him through his shorts, palming him. He makes a tiny groan before nodding his head. You move from your position and he lies in your place.

Unbuttoning his khakis, you watch him and he watches you. Giving him a reassuring smile, you remove his shorts and rubs both hands on his hard on over his briefs. He balls his fists up and moans slightly.

You finally pull down his briefs to a suprise. His length hits his lower abdomen and you just freeze. One thing he also knew was that he was big. Especially in width.

You try to speak, but nothing comes out.

"Like the angle of the dangle?" You look up at him and he wiggles his eyebrows. You just shake your head laughing. For someone who has a small presence, he has an big present.

"I'm just hoping I can take all of it." And you were being completely straight up. He was really big. Not that you were complaining though.

"I guess we're gonna find out, aren't we?" He was getting really bold after his little performance on you and you were living for it.

"We sure are. Get comfy, baby." He wiggles his back and places his hands behind his head, waiting for your move.

You take the head of him and suck on it with a pop. It was your favorite part. Just swirling your tongue on it's surface got you off. You look up at him and he's already gone.

"Geez, Y/N." His head is thrown back and his toes are curled. You move down on him till his shaft is three quarters in your mouth. You gag on him, which makes you moan. This causes him to jerk his hips up, pushing himself further in you. You quickly bob your head and twist it around all while keeping eye contact.

"Baby, that feels wicked!" You almost laugh at his choice of words, even with tears forming in the bed of your eyelids. He grabs your hair and thrusts himself up in your mouth.

"I think I'm gonna come! Y/N, I'm gonna come! HELP ME!" You pull away from him and pump him while trying to calm him down.

"Jake, baby, it's okay. Just let go for me. Just let it happen. It'll feel so good, I promise." You go back down on him and move your head faster. Not a minture later, do you feel him twitch in your mouth. He let's out a long strain of what sounds like a groan/moan/scream. You feel his warm cum hit the back of your throat and slide down.

You release him from your mouth and get a good look at him, licking your fingers. He's completely disheveled and is clearly not in reality at the moment. You give him a second to come back down and straddle him.

"Oh my fucking goodness." You smile at his adorable reaction. "That," he jerks his head up at you, "was absolutely amazing! Did you swallow it?" He genuinely wonders and its so funny.

"Every last drop," you say, licking the palm of your hand.

"That is just so hot. What the actual shit." You lean down and devour him, desperate to have him inside you now. He grabs your ass and squeezes it, kissing you back.

"Want me to ride you, honey? I can ride you so good. You don't have to do anything. Just lay there and show me you like it, okay?" Again, he just nods, probably still shocked this all is even happening to him.

You rub your pussy, getting it wet all over and grab him, lining it up with your entrance. You slide down, wincing a bit as it stretches your pussy to adjust to his size. Once you're good you set your hands on his broad chest and start moving on him.

"Fuck, Y/N. You're literally squeezing me right now."

"You're so big, baby. I'm trying to take it as best as I can," you moan out, looking back and watch your ass jiggle on his pelvis. He grips your hips and slaps your right cheek, which encourages you to move faster.

"Oh my gosh, you're stretching me so good, Jake. Damn."

"I know that tight little pussy can take me. C'mon babe." You have no idea where he got this talk from, but he's doing it very well. You move so you're bouncing on his lap, skin slapping against his, making large echoes in the room.

"Shit, you're gonna make me cum, Daddy." You were so into it, you didn't realize you let it slip. But he didn't mind not one bit.

"Keep riding Daddy just like that. Want me to fill you up? Want Daddy to cum inside with pretty little pussy?" All you can do it let out a lengthy whine. You bounce harder at his words.

"Daddy, I'm gonna cumm" You let bliss take over you for a moment as you cum all over him. Just as you come down from your climax, Jake starts thrusting in you, chasing his own. You bend down and capture his lips, helping him out. You move down next to his ear, breathing into it.

"Cum for me, honey. I wanna feel you cum inside me. Take what you want." Holding on to his shoulders, Jake adds a few more hard thrusts at your 'encouraging' words.

"That's it, Daddy. Do it just like that for me. Fill my pussy up." And that does it for him. He squeezes your ass one more time before he shoots his load deep inside you. You moan at the feeling of his warm load filling you up. He goes limp, attempting to catch his breath.

You sit up and look at him, smiling proudly.

"Jakey, you did so amazing for me." You kiss his swollen cherry lips. He just sheepishly smiles. You can tell he's impressed with himself.

"I always knew you had it in you. Now it's inside me."

Let's just give a round of applause for Jakey. He learned so fast and so good. 🥺 I love him so much.

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[justasecretwriter]

On the Run (Part Eighteen of "The Bad Guy")

Title | On the Run

Series| The Bad Guy (Part Eighteen)

Summary | Loki, Y/N, Bucky, and Steve are on the run and everyone can feel a battle coming. But between practicing magic, new feelings of love, and fights within the group, one question remains: is Earth really the safest place to be right now?

Pairings | Loki Laufeyson x Y/N, Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Genre | Smut, Fluff, Angst (Tini tiny amount) 

Story Warnings | Cursing, Smut (fingering, foreplay, mentions of sex, mentions of light BDSM), Mentions of Past Hydra Experiences, Violence (lol she smacks Stevie boi)

Translations | dúfa – Dove – Old Norse

ástin mín – My love – Old Norse (And Icelandic – very similar)

Author's Note | I’m sorry it took so long, and I hope you like it :) If you want to be added to the tag list just let me know because I’m no longer running this story on a schedule. 

Words | 3.5k

Always an early riser, I was the first downstairs for breakfast but Bucky wasn't too far behind me. He told me that Steve wouldn't be up until seven or eight and it made me think; when did Loki usually get up? I normally didn't see him until my lunch break and on my days off, he'd join me in my room or the library later in the day.

I texted Thor and laughed when he informed me that Loki was the perfect definition of Newton's first law and would not wake until forcibly removed from the bed.

"So, what do we have to do today?" I asked as we waited for all the food to come out.

"Well Steve is going to go out and get food, so make a list, and I'm going to work on getting the computers set up that Tony gave me. They're untraceable and we'll be able to use them for contact with the team, as well as keep an eye on S.H.I.E.L.D." 

I nodded.

"What do Loki and I need to do?"

"I want you to work on your magic."

I was immediately wary, narrowing my eyes at him. He rolled his eyes and huffed a deep breath.

"Your magic is useful in combat but you need to make sure it's all still easy and not rusty."

"Okay, one, it's not rusty. Two, I don't want to use my magic."

"One," He countered back, hiking his brow up. "I'll believe it when I hear Loki say it. Two, we're going to end up in the biggest battle you've ever been involved in. Trust me, you'll use your magic."

"You think it will come down to that?"

He nodded and then stood up to get food. He çame back with only a coffee and I raised a brow.

"All they have are sausage biscuits and some weird-looking sauce stuff."

I nodded in realization. So, even after all his years out of Hydra, the food didn't get any easier. In Hydra, they would tube feed us this weird grey stuff, which led to some problems when I had to chew and swallow food. Chewing was hard and I didn't trust a lot of foods; mostly meat. I wondered if it ever got easier.

"So, you just want Loki and I to train?"

He nodded. 

"I'll trust Loki's assessment of you."

"And not mine?" I asked, smiling.

"You lie." He narrowed his eyes at me and then grinned. "You'd do anything to get out of using your magic. Loki wouldn't."

He had a fair point.

I got myself a cup of orange juice and then went back up to my room to make the grocery list for Steve, finding Loki was still asleep.

He slept so peacefully; on his stomach, only his lower half holding onto the blanket, and spread out with his face buried deep into a pillow. What the pillow didn't hide from his face, his messy raven hair did.

I wasn't going to wake him but I wasn't sure what kind of food he'd want from the store and I knew we wouldn't be allowed to leave or send Steve out for another long while. So, sitting on the edge of the bed and brushing the hair off his face, I smiled and shook his shoulder gently.

"Loki, Loki, wake up."

There was no sign of life yet.

I put both hands on his back and shook with more force, pulling a groan and change of breathing from him.

"My love, you need to wake up."

"No, I don't." He argued with a groggy morning voice that gave me butterflies.

I turned him into his back and traced all the hickeys and bite marks down his chest and belly. His small abs tensed and he took a deep breath, leaking open one eye.

"That's called seduction, and using it for personal gain is illegal in some places."

I smiled and kissed him, immediately flashing to memories of the night before. Right on cue, he wrapped his arms around me, rolling over to cage me against the best and kiss my still swollen lips.

"That's called entrapment," I gasped out as he started kissing over the marks on my neck. "And it is most definitely illegal."

He smiled gingerly against my skin before propping himself up above me to stare into my eyes.

"We have to make a grocery list for Steve," I announced suddenly, sitting up and forcing him to fall back against the bed.

"That's what you woke me up for?"

I blushed. "I wasn't sure what you like. I've only ever seen you eat a handful of times and it was all just food that was made for the whole team."

He rolled his eyes and held his hand out. "Give me the list."

I handed him the notebook and a pen and he scribbled only a few things down before handing it back.

Popcorn.

Sliced American cheese.

Saltine crackers.

Sunflower seeds.

Black tea.

I raised a brow and he shrugged. 

"Many of what you already listed, I can eat." He explained.

"What kind of things do you eat on Asgard?" I asked.

"Well, our sweets are very good; nuts and berries. But many of our things were a bit… stronger? Saltier, perhaps."

I thought about that for a moment. 

"Come back to bed," He demanded, taking my wrist and starting to pull me back to his lap.

"No, I have to take this to Steve and then we have to train with magic. Bucky said he'd only trust your assessment of my magic because I lie–I don't lie, by the way, he's just distrusting."

"You lie." He claimed, standing and throwing the blanket off his completely naked body, unashamed.

I felt my face heat up with blush and I turned away from him. Hearing a low chuckle just in my ear, he wrapped his arms around me from behind and pressed himself against me. He was hardening and I had a hard time controlling my thoughts, memories flooding me.

"What's the matter? Shy, are we?"

I didn't say anything and he kissed my ear, then my neck, working around my throat before going back up to my ear. Everything his tongue brushed over a bruised outline of teeth, I shivered.

"I can think of a few ways you could come back to bed and practice magic if you'd like."

"I…" I couldn't breathe. I'd started to say something but now I couldn't remember it.

"Aww, already cock drunk?" 

I moaned, leaning back against him as he continued his teasing. He was now fully hard against my back and his hands missed no opportunities to feel me up. 

"I have to get the note to Steve," I whispered, with no real conviction in my voice.

"I'm sure Steve can wait. You probably have not figured it out yet, but he and the soldier go at it like rabbits. If anyone can understand, it is Steve."

I knew very well of Steve and Bucky's sex life on account Bucky's room was right across from mine. So, I knew he was right. But still, Bucky gave me an order.

"No," I whined, remembering the last time I disobeyed a simple order from Barnes. "Bucky is mean if you ignore him."

Loki laughed and gave me a tight hug before finally easing up on his teases.

"Okay, I understand that. He is a bit cruel."

I turned as he dug around in his suitcase a bit and pulled a book out, handing it to me before grabbing clothes as well.

"I'm going to take a shower. Flip through there and see which of those you haven't mastered."

I groaned but nodded and sat down while he went to the bathroom. It was a big book but as I flipped through it, there wasn't a single spell or enchantment that I hadn't known for years. I'd made my way through the whole book and still heard the shower running.

As always happened when I was left alone too long, my thoughts got the best of me. Maybe Bucky was right. Maybe it would come down to a fight and I'd need my magic. With a sigh, I brought up a hand to test my most basic abilities. It had been a while since I'd used them.

But, I was able to pick up the dagger from the TV stand and bring it to the bed before staring at it and turning it into a snake and then back again. I twisted the metal and morphed it all around without moving an inch, and then beat it back into position. I figured if I could still do all that without a second thought or struggle, I'd be okay. 

Surely I could still do it to a human or building, the way I used to. It was a handy ability to have, nonetheless.

Doing a quick run of magical logistics, I found I could still do most everything with ease. Some harder ones would take practice so I suppose Bucky was right. I didn't practice my most powerful ability, but no one knew about it, and I vowed to never use it again.

Loki came out as I was experimenting on fire control. I retracted the fire and fixed the carpet in a quick second when I heard him, almost embarrassed that I'd been caught.

He smirked.

"Having fun?" 

I blushed and he kept running the towel through his hair as he walked over. There was still a light shine on his chest and water droplets disappeared beneath the towel that hung loosely on his hips.

He stood temptingly before me and smiled, bringing my head up to meet his eyes.

"Are you okay?" The mischief sparkling behind his eyes was unmistakable.

"Mhm," I hummed, leaning into his palm.

Bending down, he kissed me, making me melt. I sighed, leaning into him immediately, and putting a hand on his chest. He smirked and grabbed the back of my neck to kiss me harder and push me against the bed. Gripping his hair, I let him push his tongue into my mouth, tasting me and moaning. I could feel his hard length as he started grinding against me and kissing my neck.

"Insatiable, aren't you?" I moaned.

"I simply cannot help it." He bit my collarbone and my back arched into him. "I can't get enough of you." He whispered, kissing my ear now.

"I'm sure you say that to all the pretty girls."

He brought his hand up and wrapped it around my throat, choking me as he got up on his knees and pulled his towel off. I bit my lip, knowing he was so close and still wasn't fucking me, drove me crazy.

"Is that what you believe?" He asked, his voice sultry. "Think that you are just another woman in my bed?"

I shrugged, hoping to annoy him enough that he'd finally do something, and do it rough, very rough.

"Oh, my sweet, sweet dúfa." He gripped my throat tighter and I squeezed my legs together. "You have ruined me. I will never be able to look at another woman the way I have looked at you."

He kissed me harshly, biting until I felt blood dripping from my bottom lip.

"Let alone would I ever be able to bed another… not knowing how deliciously you scream my name."

He slid his hand into the elastic of my shorts, quick to plunge my fingers into me and make me cry out. 

"Oh yes," He moaned. "Scream for me, be my perfect little whore."

I whined as he kept moving his hand. Thrusting up so that his palm rubbed along my clit at the same time his fingers hit my g-spot was making me wail. I grabbed his hair, yanking hard and pulling more beautiful sounds from him.

I pulled harder and he hissed, biting the side of my neck and whispering, "If you keep doing that, love, I'm going to fuck you until you simply cannot walk."

I moaned, doing it again. He chuckled in my ear, starting to finger me faster and harder, quickly bringing me to the edge. I screamed out his name as I felt the knot tightening in the pit of my stomach, right before there was a gentle knock at the door.

Loki and I both sat up quickly and he scrambled to pull on pants from his open suitcase as I wiped the sweat off my forehead and straightened my clothes out.

Loki pulled a shirt on but was still buttoning it as he opened the door. Bucky handed him a few bags of our groceries.

"Sorry to… interrupt," He said, cheeks bright red. "But we need to have a meeting. So, come down to our room in a few minutes."

Loki thanked him before closing the door and turning to me, that sultry look back on his face. My eyes narrowed at him, suspicious, and I backed up until I hit the bed.

"There is a lot I can do in a few minutes." He announced, smirking.

"Yes, I have no doubt. But not all of us are sex-hungry gods. And I have to put a new outfit on; you defiled it."

"I would call it a christening, but whatever floats your boat."

I rolled my eyes and picked some clothes from my suitcase before stripping out of the ones clinging to my body.

I should have suspected he'd do so, but I still jumped when Loki silently wrapped his arms around me, smelling my hair and kissing my neck.

"And you call me a tease. You are utterly unfair; simply irresistible."

I pushed him back with a smile and started pulling on my pants. As soon as they were over my hips, his hands felt along with my butt and squeezed gently.

"I have never considered myself an ass man, but norns," He groaned into my neck, continuing to knead and squeeze.

Never really breaking the contact of Loki pressed against me, I somehow managed to slip a bottom down on and start working on the buttons.

He took the window of time that my bra was still exposed as an opportunity to grope my breasts too and moan again.

"Then again, these are delicious looking when I'm fucking into you. Oh, the way they bounce… 'makes me wonder what you would look like bouncing on my cock." 

I hummed, letting my head fall back against his shoulder. Kissing and nipping at the exposed skin of my throat, he gave me one last gold squeeze before he finished the row of buttons for me.

"I've heard about the way you flatter people, but that's all a bit much, don't you think?" I teased. 

Feeling him smile in the crook of my neck gave me butterflies, though I wondered why they named something that felt so powerful after something so delicate.

"You think I'm flattering you? Ástin mín, I'm telling nothing but the truth."

I blushed, though I hated to admit it. He brought out feelings in me I'd only ever read about in books. Even then, they were never this intense. Maybe it was because he was a god. But in his most domestic days, I felt no lesser for him. 

"We have a meeting." I reminded him, standing up straighter and walking to put shoes on. I probably didn't need them since we were only going down the hall, but preparedness was lined with my bones. You never know what could happen.

And in my line of work, what could happen, would.

Loki gave me one last peck on the cheek before opening the door and holding it for me as we entered the hall. I noticed two things almost immediately.

Loki was not walking close to me. He was walking as he had after our first date. There was nearly a foot of space between us.

There was yelling coming from down the hall.

I looked at the space between Loki and me, then glanced at him, but he seemed to be lost in thought. I wondered about the sudden change in demeanor.

I didn't have time to ponder though because when we stepped into Steve and Bucky's room, they were very heavily yelling at each other. The gist of the conversation wasn't hard to pick up, and it angered me.

Why the hell were they arguing about Loki?

They both paused when they noticed us, and Steve just huffed, stomping to the other side of the room while Bucky approached us.

"You're here. Good."

"What's going on?"

"Well, Fury and Tony are on the phone, on hold, because we have a bit of a problem."

I raised a brow and he turned on the TV. It was already set to the national news and right on the front were mine and Loki's faces.

I listened closely to the words of the newscaster. “S.H.I.E.L.D. has yet to release a full, official statement but has wanted the public to be on guard for these suspected criminals that they are now labeling armed, dangerous, and on the run. Y/N Y/L/N is the newest Avenger to join the team and is running with Loki Laufeyson, the Asgardian who attempted to take over New York in 2012, bringing together the Avengers. S.H.I.E.L.D. has said that after a shocking turn of events, Laufeyson himself became an Avenger.”

I sighed, sitting on the bed and running my fingers through my hair, thinking. “Okay. We knew they would do this or something like this. We’re prepared for this.”

“No,” Bucky argued. “We were prepared for them to chase you. Instead, they’ve turned it on Loki and the stories are all saying he’s kidnapped you or forced you along with some plan. The people won’t be after you. They’re after Loki because they know you won’t leave him.”

I bit my lip, peaking at Loki to gauge his reaction. He looked completely blank, which let me know he was deep in thought. No one could become as motionless and frozen as Loki. I turned back to Bucky. 

“So, what should we do?”

“What we need to do,” Steve cut in angrily. “Is drop Loki. If they’re looking for him, he adds another target to your back. And–"

"No." I cut in, my voice harsh. "Not happening,"

"Y/N listen, it's not forever but for right now we have to leave him here."

"I am not leaving him!" I yelled.

"Y/N for God's sake!" Steve shouted. "I'm so sorry that you have to leave your little boy too but I'm trying–"

Smack. 

Steve stumbled back, shocked, and then just stared at me wide-eyed. I kept glaring at him and crossed my arms, hoping if I also made myself look intimidating that he’d drop this whole leaving Loki behind thing. Because there was no way I was leaving Loki, we were in this together. 

“Y/N, there is nowhere on this earth where people won’t recognize him.”

“Then let’s not be on earth. That is an option, you know.” I pointed out. 

“Y/N…” Loki came up to me, putting his hands on my biceps and rubbing up and down slowly. His voice was careful like he was trying not to provoke me. “Maybe Steve is right…”

“No!” I spun around, staring at him in shock. “I’m not leaving you.” 

“It’s only for a little while, dúfa.”

“No,” I growled. “It’s not happening.”

“Then what do you want to do, Y/N?” Steve’s attitude still rang in his voice and when he stepped closer to me, Bucky took his arm, trying to mediate to prevent more violence. 

“Loki has a list of other planets that would be safe, or Asgard even is an option.” 

Bucky looked at Loki and raised a brow. “You know what you’re doing?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I was unsure.” 

Bucky nodded and turned to Steve. “Let’s have a little faith, hmm?”

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A golden opportunity, or is it?

Genre: Sci-Fi

Au(s): Modern!Au, Future!Au, Astronaut!Au.

Summary: In which you're currently on a mission to explore space. An asteroid rain leads to a golden opportunity, or not?

Ships: None(?)

Characters included: Kazuha, Jean, Venti

Warnings: Mentions of wounds

Word count: 675 words

A/n: This takes place in the year 2135. GN!Reader. Hope you enjoy<3

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"I can't bear the thought that everyone is at home, playing and doing whatever they want, and WE just had to be HERE! On a spaceship, without any clue about where we are!" Venti whines while clinging to you, pouting. "Now, Venti, I believe we talked about this before, now let poor Y/N take care of our injuries in peace. Honestly, how did you get picked again?" Jean spoke up, you can clearly see that she is trying her best to come up with a reason for Venti to be selected for the mission. "I'm injured too! Why isn't Y/N treating my wounds?" Venti then points at a scar on his hand, but only earns a chuckle from you. "Venti, that's only a scar, while Jean and Kazuha here have open wounds. We wouldn't want them to be infected, would we?" Without any further words, you turn back to treating Jean. "Fine! I'll be up in the front then, it's not like anyone needs me!"

It's been several minutes since Venti was gone, you were enjoying the comforting silence with Kazuha and Jean, until the alarm goes off. And then there's Venti, running straight towards your direction, panting "G-Guys! There's an asteroid rain!" "Was the Autopilot mode on then?" Kazuha raised an eyebrow, concerned about the state of the ship "That's a good question, was it?" Jean continues. "I-I think it wasn't-" Venti stuttered. You yelped in shock while Kazuha went straight to the captain's room, Jean following him. You stayed in the medical room along with Venti, while waiting for the good news, if there are any, you swore that you felt the ship was hit several times. "What are they doing?" you thought to yourself "Shouldn't they have turned Autopilot mode on already?"

An hour passed, still no sign of Kazuha or Jean, worried, you decided to leave Venti in the medical room to look for them. "Kazuha? Jean? Where are you guys?" Gliding around the ship, you keep calling for them, but there were no responses. That was until you reach the commander compartment. There, you saw Kazuha and Jean manually piloting the ship into the asteroid rain. "Kazuha! What do you think you're doing?! And Jean!?" You yelled in shock "Why are you guys heading straight into the asteroid rain? Have you lost your minds?" "Woah Y/N, keep your voice down, I need to focus," Kazuha said without even looking at you. "Well then explain why you're doing this first!" Jean looks up from her computer, then gives you a reassuring smile "Come, I'll tell you" Jean then gestured you to sit next to her, which you did. "So, you see, those asteroids are part of a planet's ring" You hummed, implying that you understood "And this planet, has shown signs that there is life here! Isn't that great?!" Jean has never been this excited before, so it must be really good. "I guess it's nice?" "It's not just nice, Y/N. It's a golden opportunity! Now I would really appreciate it if you go inform Venti for us. We'll be landing on this planet soon, and of course, an expedition would take place." Kazuha said that while glancing at you. "Alright then, Kazu."

While going back to the medical room, you can't help but think to yourself about what Kazuha just stated "A golden opportunity? Is it really one...? Maybe I'm just thinking too much? I hope so.." You muttered.

The ship is always silent, but why do you keep hearing odd noises? Before you can develop any theories, Venti was already running towards you "Y/N! R-Run! Inform Kazuha and Jean! Now!" Your mind wasn't processing anything Venti just said "W-What do you mean?!" You spoke. "SOMETHING BROKE INTO OUR SHIP!" This time, Venti shouted, not minding the look you gave him. Suddenly, Venti turned his head "Y/N RUN!" When you shifted your head to look at the direction Venti's been looking at, your jaw dropped in terror.

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Secret Voight Season 3 Part 3 (J. Halstead)

Summary: Its been a year and a few months since Olive showed up announcing that she was pregnant with Justin's kid. You were working on a case that involved Justin. Is Justin back doing the same old things or is it something else?

Words: 3.9k

Requested: Yes

Warnings or A/N: Guys, I appreciate the love and support yall are giving me again with this series but please dont keep asking me over and over again if I'm continuing it. I think there will be at least one more part in season 3 and there will be one more chapter for s3. There also maybe be one more chapter that will be special. Idk yet. Well see.

You were smiling at your nephew in his high chair while wearing a birthday hat. It was Daniel's first birthday. You, your dad, Olive and Justin were all singing happy birthday to him as Daniel was just looking around and babbling. "Happy birthday, kiddo. Come on, blow out that candle. Ready? One, two..."

Your dad had put the cake on the food tray as Justin walked closer to his son and they both helped Daniel blow out the candle. "Good job,"

You looked from Daniel and then to Olive. "I can't believe he's a year old already,"

Voight nodded and went to grabbed a present. "Ooh, wait. Time for presents. This one is from me,"

Justin reaches over the table and grabbed the bag and opened it up. He pulled out a toy horse that he seemed to recognize. "All these years you kept this?"

"Your mom did. She kept all your baby stuff upstairs in the attic, just, you know, hoping one day she could pass it along,"

Olive puts her hand Justin's back. "Hank, it's perfect,"

"Yeah. Thanks, Pop. I wish Mom was here too,"

You got up from your seat and walked around to where your brother was and placed your hand on his shoulder. "I didn't know Camille but from what I've been told of her. She would be so proud of you,"

----

It had been an hour or so after you were done with giving Daniel his gifts. Justin and Voight were in the living room catching up. You and Olive were still in the kitchen with Daniel cleaning up. "So when are you and Jay getting married?"

Justin and Olive got married about six months ago and ever since then everyone has been up yours and Jay's ass over it too. Or well besides Voight. Voight told you over and over 'to take it slow'. You chuckled as you had a secret but it wasn't an engagement. Jay didn't even know about this either. "Whenever he proposes, I guess,"

"I'm sure, it'll be soon,"

You shrugged. "I'm just going with the tides. In this line of work, its difficult to worry about things like that,"

She nodded. "You guys did move in together right?"

"Yeah, a couple of weeks ago,"

"With two bedrooms right?"

You cocked an eye at her. "Yeah? Why?"

"Just asking. How's it going?"

"It's going good. It's a lot easy on the both of us since Jay would take me to work,"

Voight walked into the kitchen with Justin. "Sorry to break the girl chat up but we got a case. Team is already there,"

You walked over to where Daniel was and kissed him on the top of his head. "Goodnight my sweet boy,"

---

You and Voight drive to the scene separate but arrived at the same time. You saw Kevin and Antonio were waiting for us at the police line which they lifted up when we walked up to it. "Hey, Serge. We got one dead female found in the trunk,"

Antonio looked at his notepad. "A park district employee was closing the gates. He was about to have the car towed when he noticed blood on the rear of the car and called the police,"

You and the others walked up the car, Jay was already there at the car holding up the trunk. "Victim's hands and feet are tied with barbed wire. Throat's cut. Fingernails are gone, too. I'm guessing she fought back against the assailant. He knew there'd be DNA, so he yanked them off,"

"Cartel hit?"

"Or Russians. They've been known to use barbed wire too,"

You got a ping on your phone and looked at it. "Car's registered to the victim. Her name's Melissa Wilds. She's 26 years old. We got an address,"

"All right, call Ruzek and Olinsky. Tell them to go over there and do a knock-and-talk,"

It was the next day and you didn't have much to go on as of yet. Al and Ruzek knocked at the address but no one answered. Her neighbor came by and they found out she had a daughter. You were sitting at you desk while talking about the case. "Melissa Wilds. Her husband was an Army private killed in a training exercise last year at Fort Bragg, along with three others when their chopper went down,"

Antonio took it from there. "She had an associate’s from Roosevelt and worked as a paralegal for the law firm Sawyer & Sawyer,"

Antonio was still in the outs with you. Yeah, its been a year but you still didn't trust him enough to let him back into your life. Jay, on the other hand, just didn't care because no one was gonna tell him what he can or can't do. Ruzek swung around in his chair to look at Antonio. "Yeah, I've seen those commercials. They're just high-profile ambulance chasers,"

"Bigger than that. They do seven-figure class action lawsuits against pharmaceutical companies or schools with asbestos,"

Jay was looking into Melissa's background and to see if she got any priors. "Except for a few parking tickets, Melissa has zero priors. She's a working, widowed mom, so the more I'm digging here, I can't see any reason why she'd be associated with cartels or any Russians,"

Voight walk to where he was standing in front of everyone. "Well listen. This girl was tortured with barbed wire. That means the killer either wanted something from her, or it was personal. So I want to know where she was before we found her, who she was with- if she was seeing someone new,"

Your phone of your desk rang while Voight was saying what he was saying. "Voight,"

"Roger Simpson is down here. Says he is Melissa's father,"

You pulled the phone away from your mouth and looked up at Voight. "Hey,"

"Hm?"

"Roger Simpson, Melissa's father, is downstairs,"

Voight looked over at Al. "Al?"

"We should start drawing straws,"

It had been about an hour since Al met with Roger and he said that Melissa was acting strange the past few months and that she was asking him to watch Tigan more and more which was no problem but it was hard cause he lived two hours away. He had asked her if something was wrong but she wouldn't tell him. You were engrossed with your digging that you didn't hear Jay walking up to you until he tapped on your desk. You looked away from your computer and up at him. "Hey handsome,"

He slightly smiled before dropping it. That concerned you. "What's wrong?"

"We got Melissa's phone records,"

"And?"

"Follow me,"

Jay started to walk towards Voight's office and you got up from your desk and followed him. "Hey, we got, uh, Melissa Wild's phone records,"

Voight looked at you confused and you just shrugged as you walked into his office. "Okay?"

Jay closed the door and hand a copy to you and Voight. He kept one for himself as well. "She and Justin, um-- they knew each other. Looks like there's maybe 20 phone calls and twice as many texts between the two of them last month. The last phone call she made was a half hour before time of death,"

Voight picked up his personal phone from his desk and started dialing Justin. "He said he was in town to help a friend. Maybe it was her,"

You walked up to Voight's desk. "Where is Justin now?"

"He should be at home with Olive and Daniel,"

Jay looked from you to your dad. "Did he ever mention this girl to you, to either of you?"

"No,"

"Don't you think I would've mentioned it if he did? Straight to voicemail,"

-

You and Voight rush to his house and see that Olive is there with Daniel but no Justin and he looks worried. "Where's Justin?"

"He left over an hour ago,"

"Have you tried calling him?"

"He's not answering. I texted him too. Hank, I'm worried,"

"We'll find him,"

You pulled your phone out of your pocket and dialed Al. "I need you to track the GPS on Justin's car now,"

It took about ten minutes to find the location of Justin car which was parked on the side of the road. You and Voight both jumped out of the car and speed walked to the car. You looked into the car and didn't see anything. You walked around to the trunk where Voight was already opening it up. "Oh, my God,"

You find Justin the same way you found Melissa. Bound with barbed wire. "Justin. He's got a pulse!"

You pulled out your walkie. "Lincoln 5021, emergency. I repeat, emergency,"

Voight was trying to see if he had anymore injuries. "Oh, my God, he's been shot!"

You pushed the button on your walkie again. "I need an ambulance at my current location. We have a gunshot wound victim,"

--

You and Voight ran into Med with Justin and the paramedics when Maggie came into view. "We have incoming. You're with me. Talk to me,"

"It's my son!"

The paramedic started talking to Maggie. "GSW to the neck. GCS 3, tubed in the ambo. Pupils fixed and dilated. Sinus tachy on the monitor. He was bound in the trunk of a car,"

Maggie pointed into a room and started directing them. "Rotate. Get ready to transfer. Three, two, one--transfer,"

Sharon came up to Voight and started to pull Voight away. " Hank, let's step outside,"

"Is he breathing?"

"I need a CT head. Someone call neurosurgery!"

"Is he still breathing?"

"Checking right now, Hank,"

"Come on, let them do their job,"

Voight had called Antonio and told him what happened and the next thing you knew he had brought Olive and Daniel to the ER. Voight didn't look to pleased at Antonio.

Voight looked at you. "GET everyone back to 21,"

"Dad,"

"Now,"

-

You had texted everyone in the unit that if they were at 21st to get there. You couldn't call them because you knew if you called them you'd break down. You stood outside the door of 21st for a few minutes before walking into the precinct and then up the stairs to Intelligence. Jay saw you and walked up to you and pulled you into a hug and whispered into your ear. "It's going to be okay. He's going to be okay,"

You let him hold you for a few minutes before you pushed him away. Antonio looked at everyone in the unit before speaking. "Everybody needs to hold on real tight, and you all know what I mean. If at any point you're not comfortable with something, you come tell me,"

You were all looked at Antonio when Antonio stopped talking when he looked at something. You all turned around and saw Voight standing there with a duffel bag in hand. He throws in on Jay's desk and throw out money. "I want you to put word out to all your C.I.'s. That's 90,000 for any information on who did this to Melissa Wilds and my son,"

Kevin slowly got up and walked towards Voight. "Hey, we got this, Serge. Think you should go to the hospital?"

Voight nodded but didn't say anything for a good minute. "All right, let me be clear. I don't need condolences. I need commitment from each of you. I'm gonna do whatever it takes to find who did this. Anybody not comfortable with that should take the next couple of days off,"

You nodded and walked towards the detail board. While holding back tears, you looked at everyone. "So, turns out Justin went through basic training with Peter Wilds

at Fort Campbell before Peter got shipped to Fort Bragg. That's how they knew each other. They stayed close friends. Melissa started reaching out to Justin about four weeks ago.

"Still doesn't tell us how they were mutual targets,"

Jay who is now sitting on his desk, talked next. "Maybe there's a nexus with her job- the law firm,"

"Check it out,"

Voight had started to leave but you had grabbed him and stopped him. "Hey. You have a grandson now, okay? That is counting on you. Just remember that,"

Voight looked at you for a few seconds before nodding.

-

You were going out of your mind in the car when you and Jay were driving to the law firm. Jay placed a hand on your knee and squeezed it. "It's gonna be okay. Justin is going to wake up and everything will be fine,"

You looked at him and smiled. You appreciated the thought but that's not the biggest thing on your mind. You were worried about what your dad is doing.

Jay pulled up to the law firm and you put everything about your dad and Justin in the back of your mind and put all your focus on the case itself. You walked up to Melissa's boss' office. "Melissa used to be a great employee. Never complained about the hours

or working weekends. But there was definitely something off with her these past few weeks,"

You shifted on your other foot. "How do you mean?"

"Her demeanor. Melissa was always outgoing always had a smile on her face, even after losing her husband, Peter. But lately she'd become withdrawn..distant. To be honest, that's when I started to get suspicious,"

Jay didn't look away from her boss. "Suspicious of what, exactly?"

Her boss didn't answer for a minute thinking about what to say. She held up a finger to signal that she needed a minute. She got up from her desk, shut her office door and then sit back down. "We worked a class action suit last year. Several dozen plaintiffs were awarded mesothelioma cancer pay-outs, all over a million dollars each. three of the plaintiffs were robbed in home invasions, some of them badly injured,"

"Was Melissa the only one with access to this information?"

Her boss shook her head. "Well, no. But the way she was acting, and now what's happened to her, it can't be a coincidence,"

--

As you were leaving the office, Jay called the unit and told them what Melissa's boss, you got in his truck and he got in his truck after he finished the call. You were driving to the precinct when you got a call telling you to meet the team at a location they think Ginger is at and to suit up. Apparently while you were out, the team had learned the suspect's name. You were also texted a picture of him.

Jay parked a little ways down the street and you guys suited up and walked the rest of the way to meet up with the team. Voight saw you and as soon as you got next to him, he started talking. "This one we don't announce. We hit it and we hit it hard,"

You all nodded. Jay grabbed the battering ram and hit the door. Antonio was in first, Al and Ruzek was next, then you, Voight and Jay. You could hear a woman screaming. You saw three males trying to get up and run. You pointed a gun at one of them. "Don't move!"

Jay pointed the gun at the other. "Right there!"

Voight goes past you to point a gun at the three suspect.. "I'll blow your head off! Let me see your hands. Don't move,"

Antonio looked at the girl. "You, get your clothes. Get out of here,"

When everyone was under control you finally looked up at the three suspect and saw that it was Ginger. " You got a warrant?"

"Melissa Wilds,"

"Never heard of her,"

Voight didn't say anything for a minute then didn't take his eye of him but address the team. "The stove. Cover the door,"

Al and Antonio grabbed Ginger and pulled him over to the store as he turned on the store. "Wait a minute,"

"Justin Voight is my son. You shoot him and wrap him in barb wire?"

"No, man, that wasn't me. It was all Kevin!"

"Kevin who?"

"Kevin Bingham, a guy I work with sometimes. He...he used to bang

that girl Melissa when they were younger, started forcing her to give up info on who was getting big pay-outs from her law firm,"

"Yeah, and you did the home invasions.

"I just do the safes, man. He handles the people, then we split it down the middle,"

"Why did he kill her and shoot my son?"

"Melissa wanted out. But Kevin wouldn't let her, so she went to Justin for help. wanted me to meet him at that social club to broker a deal for her safety for five grand. I told him, leave it alone. He had no idea who he was messing with. Kevin knew Melissa was gonna rat him out, so he called Justin to meet to tie up loose ends!"

"Where's Kevin now?"

"I don't know. I swear! He only calls me when there's a job!"

Voight grabbed Ginger's head and forces it down on the hot burner so he could burn his cheek. Ginger screamed out in pain and you looked away in disgust.

Antonio came up to Voight and tried to pull him off of him. "Voight, we can do this at the district!"

Voight shrugged. "We're fine right here. Relax. Relax. Where's Kevin now?"

"Hiding cause he knows you're after him. I swear to God, that's all I know,"

-

It's been about two or so hours since you talked to Ginger. You had finally found some information on Bingham. You printed off a picture of Bingham and what you found on him. You also made copies for the team. "Kevin Bingham. He's been racking up felonies since he was 18, armed robbery, assault, battery, burglary. Five years ago he got popped for attempted murder. A guy spilled his drink at a bar, so Bingham stabbed him 16 time,"

Antonio looked up from the sheet. "Yeah, and he got out of jail three months ago,"

Al who was leaning up against the file cabinet talked next. "Melissa's father said she and Bingham dated six years ago back in high school and after her husband died, he started coming around again,"

Jay pointed at the photo that was sent over. "So these were sent over, all of these are from recent home invasions where the victims were tied up with barbed wire,"

Kevin looked at the phone. "That is definitely something he picked up in prison,"

Ruzek comes into the room with a paper in his hand. "So Bingham's parole officer said he stopped showing up-- violated him, but he's got no LKA. Yeah, so we've been running an extensive check on all his known associates, including those off his prison visiting list. All right, this is Dillon James. visited him all the way up until his parole, putting money into his canteen account. He's got priors for methamphetamine and a thing for stealing UPS trucks and selling the stolen goods,"

Voight turned and looked at him. "Where is he?"

"We got a possible house in Rogers Park,"

Voight nodded. "Let's roll out and suit up. Oh, Antonio. You stay here. Just call us if you get anything,"

-

You hit the house and found his brother but all his brother told you was that Bingham came by last night and took some cash and guns that he was holding for them. He only told him that he needed to get out of town until something blew over.

*Justin was moved to ICU and Sharon will call in an hour with an update*

Dillion: I ain't--I ain't seen him *point the gun at him* All right, he was here! He came by last night. He was picking up some cash I was holding for him and some guns. He also gets a call from Antonio saying Sharon called and told him that Justin came out of surgery and that

You were in the unit for an hour or so when Voight gets a call and goes into his office and he was in there for a few minutes before he comes back out. "I got an address on Bingham. I want everyone rolling there now. First two to arrive, breach. This guy's on the run could be leaving any minute. Let's go,"

You didn’t ride with Jay or anyone else. You rode by yourself so you could have some time by yourself just to think about everything that was happened. You heard your phone go off and you looked down and saw that it was Jay. "Hey, I'm two minutes out,"

"Bingham's not here. No one's here. Not for a while,"

"Is Voight there?"

"Not yet,"

That's when it hit you that Voight sent you to a bogus location and that whoever he was on the phone with, found Bingham and he was at the Silos.

You heard Jay on the line calling for you but you dropped your phone in the seat and as soon as you could turned around. You drove as fast of you could to get to the Silos before your dad could do anything stupid. You drove up and saw that Kevin was digging a hole. You got out of the car and Kevin started talking to you. "Oh, thank God. Thank God. This guy tried to kill me. I didn't do anything,"

You walked up closer to your dad. "Don't do this. Think of your grandson,"

"Get back in your car, Y/N,"

"Do not throw it all away over him,"

"Get back in your car,"

"Dad, please. Justin is still alive and he wouldn't want justice like this,"

"Get out of here,"

"Justin,"

You looked at your dad to Kevin and then back to your dad and knew you couldn't get your dad to think straight. You slowly backed up and got in your car and left. You were halfway down the road when you finally heard the gun go off.

--

You didn't even go the unit after, you went straight to the hospital and you saw Sharon coming out ready to go home. She saw you. "He is in room 12. Say that I allowed it. Talk to him, he can hear you,"

You nodded and said a silent thank you. She placed a hand on your shoulder for a second before removing it. You walked up to the room and no one bothered you. You took a deep breath before opening the door. You opened the door and saw your brother in the hospital unconscious and Olive sitting next to him. She looked at you. "I'll give you two some time together," You walked to the chair and sat down. You finally let go of all the emotion you've been holding on too since you found Justin. You reached out to grab your brother's hand. You sat there and cry until you couldn't let anything else out. When you were finally done crying, you sat there in quiet thinking of what to say. "I don't know if you can hear me, Sharon says that you can. Do you remember when we first met after dad transferred me into Intelligence. We didn't like each other at well. We hated each other at first. Bickered all the time. Yes, we always had bad times but we also had god times and I want...I need more good times with you. I need you to be in my life..."

You trailed off with what you were about to say because you haven’t said it out loud. "Your niece or nephew is gonna need their uncle,"

You put your head on the side of his bed and just sat in quiet once more. "I'm gonna make them my partner in crime,"

[a-pretty-nerd]

Tomura Shigaraki x AllMight!Daughter!Reader

Chapter 9

Premis:

When The League of Villains discovers that AllMight has a daughter, they are quick to snatch you up and hold you hostage. Shigaraki had a careful and thought out plan, but that was before you got there. Now you’re in the mood for some not-so-healthy rebellion.

Word count: 2,756

Warnings: Cursing

A/N:

Oh dear lord I'm slow at getting these out. Life's been kickin' my ass lately. But thank you to everyone who's been giving me feedback on my stuff, I really love to hear from you guys!

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Chapter 8 Chapter 10

Two months. You've been "missing" for two months now. The days flew by, your time occupied by quirk training Shigaraki insisted on but never told you why. The times you tried to ask he'd brush it off, or say something like:

"So you don’t throw another fit." His words were harsh but he said them with a flat and bored tone. Like it was a poorly acted line.

So now you had better control. You could move things on command, you knew basic combat, you certainly knew how to kick Dabi's ass by now, that didn't take too long. You were being allowed more and more freedom. Even allowed to leave for a convenience store runs with Toga once or twice. No one policed you, told you what you could and could not do anymore. You could have easily ran away by now. You supposed they really didn't need you either. For their plan to work all they would need was some blood and Toga could easily pass as you.

That idea sent a shiver down your spine. You're sure Shigaraki has thought of that already, so why hadn't he? Why was he training you? Would he use your quirk against the heroes in some way? Was he grooming you to turn and fight your father? You wouldn't. No matter what you wouldn't fight your father. Would you? You shook yourself of this thought as you walked down the ally to the back door of the hide out.

Toga unlocked the door and you stepped in, greeted by a dark and dingy back room. You made your way through the dark halls, following closely behind her as she led you up the stairs that finally led to the parts of the building with power. Soon you found yourself walking to the familiar living space where a few people rested. Dabi laid himself out on one of the couches, Spinner sat fiddling with his burner phone, and Twice had started yelling at the TV before you arrived.

"Luuuunch!" Toga shouted. Toga was often used as the errand girl, she brought back necessary supplies, oftentimes food. Today Toga asked you to tag along and help out, and there wasn't a single objection to the hostage going out on the town. You sat the heavy bags down on the coffee table, taking out the contents as you spoke.

"Where are the others?" You asked.

"Mr. Compress was sent on an errand of his own. And Shigaraki's probably pouting in his room. He'll come out when he's hungry." Dabi groaned as he took his meal from your hand.

"Oh. I'll just bring it to him." You said, absent-minded. All eyes turned to you, looking confused and shocked. "What?" You asked.

"Nothing! It's just-"

"He doesn't like to be disturbed." Toga and Twice spoke. You paused and looked at the box in your hand. It would get cold if he didn't eat soon, and besides, none of you had had much to eat lately, you were sure he was hungry. You knew you were.

"I'll just leave it at the door and knock. It'll get cold and then he'll be in an even worse mood." You told them. They watched you turn and walk up the stairs to his "room". You stood in front of the door, with such thin walls you could hear furious typing on the other side. Loud clicking of a mouse, and the sound of a computer's fan. You took a deep breath and softly knocked on the door. Suddenly the sounds abruptly stopped, followed by a bark.

"What!?"

"Foods here." You called back. You heard footsteps on the other side growing louder and louder until the door flew open. You stared up at the tall man as he looked down on you. His hair hung over his face, his eyes hardly visible. Your heart rate quickened the longer you looked at him. What the hell is wrong with you?

"Give it to me." He held out his hand, his pinky holding out in preparation to receive the box.

"You said you liked spice stuff, right?" You asked as you placed it in his hand.

"Yeah."

"We got you their spicy special. I hope it's not too much. The sign said 'caution' on it." He scoffed at you, turning the box and looking at the writing on it. He fell very quiet. Inspecting the box, you suddenly worried that something was wrong with it. That maybe you'd messed up somehow. But before your anxiety could reach its peak-

"Thank you." His voice was low and soft. You could hardly hear him. Then before you could respond he closed the door and left you alone again. Did he really say that? You never heard him say that to anyone. Granted, you hardly knew him but still, the way he said it, it made you feel... special in some way. You shook yourself from your train of thought and shuffled down the hallway, pausing when you heard movement and the door to Shigaraki's room open. You froze.

"Wait a minute." He barked. You turned too look at him. He hung out of the doorway to stare at you.

"W-What?" You asked. Shigaraki had a way of making people feel like they were in trouble. His ability to easily become an authority figure was something you were beginning to understand now.

"You...went out?" You nodded. He paused and looked away, his eyes shifting as the gears spun in his head. He turned back into his room as he spoke, "come here for a second." He asked. You slowly made your way to his room, the door left wide for you to peak inside. A dark room lit by portable light fixtures and a laptop computer which sat on an old desk. A cot thrown to the corner covered by the same old and tattered blankets the rest of you had.

"Am I... in trouble?" You croaked.

"What? No. Close the door behind you, you'll let in a draft." He ordered, seeming genuinely confused by your question. You closed the door behind you, leaving you completely alone with him in his space. Your heart raced.

You watched him turn and look up at the wall which he had decorated with plans. Pictures of heroes and villains cut out and pinned. Newspaper clippings, printed out articles and research essays. He was planning something, but what it was was difficult to determine. You did notice however, a cut out of an empty figure with your name on it pinned to the center of it all. You stared at it for a second before he broke you from your train of thought.

"Well?"

"Huh!?"

"What do you think?" He asked. His attention turned to his meal, he picked at it, taking a few bites.

"Of what?"

"...the plan." You looked back at the wall, puzzled you tried your best to gain any sort of information from it. Only being able to find bits and pieces. You knew it involved you, your father, and the take down of hero society. A cut out piece of article said something about the rise of villains, that more and more people were turning to villain work. How those rates have a correlation with classes. You slowly turned back to look at him.

"I'm sorry you're gonna have to explain this to me." You told him. He rolled his eyes and stood, directing his attention to his work as he spoke.

"This is the second part of the plan."

"What was the first?"

"Taking you as a hostage."

"Right. But, didn't you say the plan was to expose the heroes after they weren't able to rescue me and not only expose the faulty heroes but also my father as a neglectful and flawed individual not worthy of the hero title?" He paused.

"Yes."

"But that didn't go as planned."

"....."

"Didn't you say something about making a video to broadcast outing myself as All Might's daughter and causing panic? What happened to that plan?"

"It became leverage. If they attempt to come for you, then we'll go with that. But if we do that now, they'll come for you now and we'll be forced to fight."

"Isn't a fight...a good thing? You'd get news coverage and You'd no doubt gain supporters."

"Normally it would. But a fight isn't what we need right now. The heroes have us surrounded. If we make any move at all, we're in their hands. We won't be able to win."

"Not even with your quirk? Couldn't you-"

"Not with everyone here. As strong as I've gotten, I'm not strong enough to keep them from getting swept up and dusted too."

"Right."

"We're in a tight spot. One wrong move and we'll be wiped out."

"What about your supporters? Couldn't you get help from the outside."

"I could, but the heroes would see it coming. They have our signal tapped. Any sort of communication has to be verbal or written."

"Homing pigeon?" You offered. It made him smirk.

"Right now we're like a fox trapped in its own hole by hunters."

"So... we dig?" That made him smile, wide.

"Dig. If we could smuggle ourselves out of the city, we could reach a clear spot where we can call for backup to get us."

"Why not send one person to smuggle themselves out? Toga could easily disguise herself and leave."

"They have a barrier."

"What?"

"Part of the city is closed off until further notice. They know exactly where we are. If one gets out, they won't hesitate to come for all of us. We all have to get out at once and they can't notice until it's too late."

"But how the hell are you gonna do that?" His smile widened. He looked truly excited and happy. For the first time you saw your capture seem truly excited about something.

"We have a few secret recruits in the city. Spies." He turned his attention back to his meal box, reaching in to pull out the inner box that held the food, to reveal a piece of paper sitting underneath in the flimsy take out box. "I didn't know they were letting you out of the base now." He spoke as he opened and read the note within the box.

"I thought, you knew. I thought you were the one that said I could. Dabi said it was fine." He read the note and stood to pin it up on the wall before speaking.

"I've been too busy with this to worry about you. You shouldn't believe everything that Dabi says. I told him to make sure you just don't have another episode and cause a scene before we leave. I thought assigning him babysitting duty would keep him busy." He chuckled. "There's just one thing I don't understand." He turned back to you. "Why didn't you leave?"

"I...I..."

"You had the opportunity, but you're still here. Why?" You froze. Why? Why didn't you run?

"I was scared I'd be killed." You lied. He laughed at you.

"Don't lie to me. You lost that fear a long time ago. You know that's not true. If I wanted you dead I would have killed you a long time ago."

"You've kept me alive to use me as bate. To, to expose the truth." You argued.

"With Toga, we wouldn't need to." You swallowed hard. You knew he had thought about this.

"I'll tell you why I stayed, if you tell me why you've been training me." He scoffed.

"To keep you busy, to keep you from having another episode."

"That doesn't make sense. You could have drugged me, killed me, you said it yourself. But you kept me alive, you kept me busy. You could have kept me on my meds, unable to use it at all but you insisted I learn my quirk. You trained me yourself. Why?" His smile faded and his expression became dark.

"I asked you first." He growled. You looked away from him and thought for a moment before gaining the strength to answer. You knew the truth for a while now. You never wanted to say it out loud. You refused to look at him as you spoke.

"I don't wanna go back. But you probably already knew that by now. You just wanted to hear me say it, huh?" His smirk returned.

"Had a hunch." He snickered.

"Now you answer me."

"Why don't you wanna go back?"

"We had a deal. Answer my question now." You barked at him. It took him a long pause. A full minute of waiting in silence felt like agony.

"I thought it would help you feel better." He muttered in a surprisingly husky tone. "Keep you from asking me to dust you again." That's right, during your episode...

"I'm sorry." You blurted.

"What?"

"I'm sorry I... I asked you to kill me." You hid your face from him. He shifted and crossed his arms across his chest.

"It's not a big deal, I dust people all the time."

"No, I know. But like, I can't imagine being asked to by someone having a fucking break down happens all the time too. I kinda...kinda put you in a shitty position." When you looked up, he looked confused. Comically so. "What?"

"I took you hostage." He reminded you. You couldn't help but chuckle, that made him more confused.

"Shit, yeah, you're right. Guess I shouldn't be so hard on myself huh?" He looked away. "Still. My intentions weren't to upset you."

"You didn't upset me."

"It seems like I upset you." You toyed. His guard was down, he was vulnerable, and allowing you to be there.

"Shut up. You didn't answer my other question!" He shouted in an almost playful tone. You couldn't help but smile, only to have it slowly fade as you thought about your second answer.

"I don't want to go back because..." you stopped, the words getting stuck in your throat. You were unable to speak. He looked down at you, waiting for an answer. He seemed almost relaxed. He seemed normal. Like a normal guy leaning against the wall of his bedroom with his arms folded across his chest. Your eyes wandered up to his scarred neck, bright red scabs forming. Inflamed and fresh. He had recently scratched at it again, clearly in an upset state too. When he blinked you got a clear view of the scarring around his eyes.

"Boss!" A familiar voice shouted from outside the door. "Boss!" Before you could move the door was thrown open, Spinner's wide eyes finding you standing there. He shook his confusion loose before turning back to Shigaraki who quickly changed his position to attention. "Come quick!"

You followed him back to the living space where the old television sat. The news playing loudly as everyone gathered around to watch in panic. Swat teams and heroes decorated the screen as shot after shot showed them surrounding your building. Fear ran from your toes to your head, making you feel nauseous and dizzy. Shit. Shit. Shit. They're here for you. But you...you weren't ready to leave. And what about-

"Not again! - We can take 'em'!" Twice shouted at it like a sport was playing.

"Tomura, what are we going to do!?" Toga asked, frantically bobbing up and down in panic. He watched the TV intently listening in.

"After receiving a tip from an anonymous source, police and heroes found missing tourist Y/L/N Y/N being held captive by The League of Villains in this abandoned office building. Officials are working now to safely rescue the hostage."

Suddenly a loud voice was heard both on TV and through the halls of the building.

"League of Villains. We have you surrounded. Please let Y/L/N go and no one will be hurt." A cop shouted through a megaphone.

"C'mon Shigaraki, what's the plan?" Dabi asked, clearly starting to get uncomfortable. Before Shigaraki could respond, you spoke.

"Well, looks like this is it for me." You began walking away, only to be stopped by a strong, four-fingered grip pulling you back.

"Where do you think you're going!?" He growled.

"The jig is up, Shigaraki! Let me go! I'm not useful anymore. All they want is me, if I'm out of your hair you'll be able to escape easier." His grip tightened, pulling you closer as his red eyes bore into yours.

"So long as you're here they won't dare make a move. You're still my most valuable player. You're staying right here."