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spaghettinoodlesworld · 1 year

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The English Love Deception Pt2

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Jude Bellingham X Reader Ft Trent Alexander Arnold

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: swearing and bullying

you straightened your hair and gave yourself a bit of waves towards the end ofc your natural hair slays but styling your hair gives you a bit of a confidence boost which you’ll be needing a lot of tonight.

You didn’t wanna glam up glam up but you did glam up glam up giving yourself the excuse of that you’re always going to dress up to matter where you’re going or how trivial the matter is *cough* not that one supermarket incident *cough*.

your black dress is short maybe a bit too short for the kinda cold weather these days but you enjoy it when your thighs quiver a bit as it gives you a fake sensation of alertness of your surroundings and that yes I’m alive. (Kinky if you ask me)

However, you’re secretly hoping that the chilly weather wouldn’t be the only reason why your thighs would shiver. ummmmm not that you’re expecting anything tonight .

“get yourself a jacket y/n unless you wanna end up in bed with the flu,”MJ screamed at you from the kitchen while you were making the last touch ups with the straightener, but what she said is right so you went to your closet and look for a jacket that won’t ruin your outfit.

The only jacket you found was a black leather jacket that used to belong to Trent. The jacket had this JB print on the inside which might explain his weird obsession with Justin Bieber’s songs on your road-trips together back in the days. You used to make yourself believe that you can still smell his cologne on it.

You haven’t really moved all your clothes from your grandparents house. You thought that the necessary pieces of clothes will do you well until now cause you’re lazy ass was too lazy and now your left with two options:

A)Wear the jacket and act clueless if Trent notices Because you really don’t wanna die frozen

B)Go without the jacket because you’re heart can’t stand another act of drama and die

Well you clearly don’t wanna die yet and you don’t want the reason of you staying in bed for a week to be a 80nm virus that isn’t not even considered as a living thing (bio classes guys focus in your bio classes)

“Are you guys ready?” You called for them at the door while you were putting on your knee high boots after you found yourself subconsciously touching the tattoo you had on your ankle with Trent’s name. You thought Trent was gonna be a permanent character in your life lover or not but now you’re left looking like an obsessive bitch which you’re seriously not.

“I swear y/n if it turns out that you’re fooling around with Bellingham and you’re lying to us I’ll make steak out of your left thigh and I’ll take this girl with me to burn your house down,” said MJ as she hooks an arm around Bunny’s neck while squinting at you.

“seriously guys? When have I ever lied to you guys about anything? Please don’t burn my house down I can’t go back to my grandparents’ house now after the scene I made” That question made them look at you deeply their eyes calling you a liar.

“Okay okay I know I’ve got history of hiding stuff but no trust me that Jude boy is the last person on earth I would even consider to look at,” you genuinely tell them crossing your arms to look firm and trustworthy usually it works most of the time.

“Okay guys let’s go we’re already late,” bunny says pushing us out of the door and ushering us towards the house next door, only for you to hear some serious barking.

I mean it makes sense why that dog hates your guts I mean his owner didn’t get an hour of discipline so it’s understandable that his dog would carry some of his owner’s traits. All respect to his mum though.

“Oh guys look at himmmm isn’t he the cutest,” bunny said as she went to play with the dog ruffling it’s fur acting all cute with your fucking nemesis.

“I don’t think we’re looking at the same creature. A friend of my enemy is my enemy too beware bunny I got my eyes on you,” you told her as you walk to the door.

“Oh come on he can’t be that bad just because he bit at your pants once doesn’t mean he hates you maybe there’s a misunderstanding or something,” MJ says as she rang the bell.

“I could’ve ended up with no legs girl that dog doesn’t bark only he bites too,” you desperately explained your understandable hatred at the dog

“I’ll get the door guys,” you hear a familiar voice saying from inside before opening the door, “oh it’s you girls”

Trent says as he hugs MJ and Bunny

his eyes linger a bit at your outfit focusing on your jacket you were hoping he’d say something hoping he’d tell you that everything was all just a dream and that he’s still the boy you trusted with your life. All you got was a “ y/n you were so missed,” with a hug that lasted 3 seconds you counted them cause you knew that’s all you’ll ever have from him.

He still felt the same he smelled the same you felt his muscles at you he definitely grew buffer good for him but it wasn’t good for your heart.

“the party is at the backyard let’s go I’ll leave you guys to mingle have fun ladies,” Trent says as he directs you guys to the backyard and left.

You felt sudden relief when he left and wow this Bellingham must be filthy rich cause look at all these doors and chandeliers. Everything was super clean and shiny the things you would do to actually own a house like this. The backyard was packed with people good looking people you may add.

Everyone had a radiating aura of confidence that you hoped was contiguous cause you really need to be infected with that.

“Now where are those hot football players don’t get me wrong the women are fine but we need to focus on our goals,” said MJ coach who was holding a cup of god knows what.

“I can’t seem to find Jude I mean it’s his house he should be here right?” Said bunny looking around for him. Oh god how I wish he just simply vanishes every time I remember how close he was to me, telling me to blatantly compliment him after he insulted me boils my blood.

What you didn’t know was the sight of Trent smiling and talk to his friends made your blood boil even more.

“I need to go to the bathroom so you guys can go have fun and I’ll come back quickly,” you told them, “just don’t have too much fun.”

You said winking at them before entering the house looking for someone to ask where the bathroom is. If you wanted to enjoy this party you need to calm down so you thought maybe collecting your nerves away from people would help a bit.

You heard a voice up the stairs so you went towards the voice hoping they’d direct you to were the toilet is, but you immediately stopped when you saw two people talking to each other quietly with the man pressing a lady to the wall.

You can’t make out their faces as the tall man’s back was towards you and he was covering the lady’s petite figure.

You must walk away as this is an infringement of privacy but you stopped moving when you heard her say

“Jude, this needs to stop,”

“stop? I haven’t even done anything Hannah this is fucking crazy and you should at least show a bit of empathy.”

“Whatever we had had ended a while ago you were just too proud to understand that I’ve dumped you for another I-“

The man who turns out to be Jude forcefully slams his hand next to the girls head causing both me and her to jump a bit. This man got some serious issues somebody needs to tell him that whatever he is doing is considered assault .

“You out of all people have zero right to talk about my feelings whatsoever. My friend whom I consider a brother fucking sent me an invitation to your fucking wedding and you expect me to just be so fucking happy about it?”

“I don’t like the way you’re talking to me Jude ,”

“I don’t give two shits if you like it or not. Is that how you return all my favours you go and date my best friend out of all people oh god not only date you’re fucking engaged to the man.”

“It’s not my fault you chose your career above your woman I guess it’s also my turn to choose too.”

“That’s messed up,” he whispers to himself, “can you hear how fucking messed up you sound now, Hannah? I didn’t find out about your wedding from you. Trent fucking sent me the invitation and I had to act all happy for my brother because I can’t tell him he’s getting married to a fucking snake who thinks of nothing but herself.”

“You left for Dortmund, Jude. Why is it when you do it it’s fine but when I do it it’s not?”

“We did talk about it dammit you even told me you supported my choice and said how it would make me an even better player. The moment I leave you go and jump my friend how is that fine in that fucking brain of yours?”

“I won’t allow you to speak of me in that manner, jude. There is nothing to be done anymore and I sincerely wished you’d be happy for me the way I was happy for you when you left to get closer to your dream.”

“The likes of you are a disgrace to the female population. No words can describe my anger towards you fr.”

“I heard from Trent that you got yourself a little girlfriend though I wish you both well oh and do bring her next week to the wedding,” Hannah said pushing Jude away walking towards the stairs. I hurry and I hide behind the staircase and wait for her to leave. This girl be causing a lot of problems everywhere she goes. Not my problem though everyone who associates himself with her can suit himself because he probably deserve it.

You don’t condone cheating though if that was the case.

I was dreading my meeting with Trent I guess it’s Hannah I should be scared of.

I go for the stairs and only to bump into something.

“Excuse me sir,” you automatically said

“I guess I’m not a ma’am anymore?” Jude said in a tone I can’t describe.

“Do I know you?” You act cluelessly if there is something you aren’t you aren’t either delusional nor a good actor.

You can sense how annoyed he got when you claimed that you didn’t know him. Ha, I’ll step on that ego of yours, mf.

“There are more snacks in the kitchen guys come help me get them,” a voice came from downstairs. You suddenly felt a warm firm arm circling your waist and pushed you towards the hallway upstairs away from the voices below.

“You seriously do have something for pushing people around,”

“ oh so dora the explorer actually remembers who I am”

“yes and as I recall I remember you saying I look like a gorilla looking desk”

“monkey not gorilla”

“Same thing” you rolled your eyes at how immature this convo sounds now.

“no definitely not the same thing and if I can say, I’d say you make a fine monkey looking desk now.”

“Well no doubt girls don’t last long with you if that’s your way of flirting with them.”

“you have contacts on right? I liked you better when you couldn’t see. ”

“I see you haven’t replied to my comment that means I’m actually right. Well I’m always right but you just proved that I am.” You covered yourself with your jacket as it started getting chilly.

Jude noticed your movement and deeply inspected the jacket.

“This jacket looks extremely familiar. God i have the same exact one and I can’t seem to find it.”

“I don’t know but this jacket is mine I borrowed it from a friend of mine and somehow it’s still with me so that means it’s now my-“ you didn’t even get to finish your sentence before Jude got closer to you and slid the jacket off your left shoulder. He then got even more closer to your neck to look at the inside of the jacket.

His hot breath hit your neck you can’t help but gasp at the sensation. You hoped he would mistake your reaction as a gasp to him removing your jacket not you acting stupid cause he exchanged some oxygen and CO2 beside your neck.

“now will you be a good girl and tell me what is my jacket doing in your possession?”

“I told you it’s not your jacket it’s mine I came from my house with it on.”

“Well care to explain why does your jacket have my initials? Are you perhaps a stalker?” He said emphasizing ’your’. He looked you in the eyes questioning you as if the deeper he looks the more answers he would find. Surprisingly he wasn’t angry nor annoyed he was genuinely intrigued.

“JB could stand for Justin Bieber Jonas Brothers Jacob Black (team Edward for life though) the list goes on. You don’t have any evidence that it is yours and I don’t know who you are.” You lied you don’t want to look dumb if you told him you knew he was the first teen football player who scored in the World Cup he’d 100% be sure that you’re a stalker which you’re obviously not. Apparently you took the jacket from Trent who took Jude’s jacket but you’ll keep that to yourself for now.

“Even though you’re extremely suspicious and now accused of theft, stalking and eavesdropping may I add, I’ll let you keep the jacket but I want something in return,” he said before he leaned very closely to your ear you swore you felt his luscious lips tickling your earlobe. He knew you were eavesdropping I mean it was kinda obvious. he then whispered his deal that made you shout instinctively

“YOU WANT ME TO BE YOUR WHAT?”

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im-pure · 2 months

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I seriously still dont get when things affect Baxter visibly vs when they don't. Like usually he's so unfazed by almost everything but seemingly random things get to him. Like he's playing this game and when he sucks at bowling he's fine but when he doesn't guess a word he looks like he takes it too seriously 💀 I DONT UNDERSTAAAAAAND HIMMMM i would think he'd be fine with being bad at any game because they're just games. I don't get this guy at all

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liliallowed · 6 months

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hhhhh

do not SERIAL KILLERIZE MY DUST SNANS HE'S NOT AFTER BLOOD AND DOESN'T ENJOY GOING AN A MURDER SPREE(he does but still. not to the extent to just do it for his own sake.)

DON'T CLICHEFY HIM AS A SLASHER MOVIE VILAIN AUGHHHHHHH MY BLORBOOOOOO you ruining himmmmmm

🫠🫠🫠🫠

please, so I can indulge in fanning the flames of my anger.

and probably point a gun to his head blowing his brains out... and rejoice spreading his dust in a trashcan.

I'd hate hate HATEEEEEE himmmm he's not my cruel heartless self destructive idiot.

he's a TOXIC narcissistic and self idolizing CREEP.

like... that's not dust anymore man. that's just a character mold and a cliche story. I look at this fanon version. ah yes kidnapping. verrrry original "dust". I'm not even sure if you ARE dust you imposter! *I say as I'm tied up* THE REAL DUST WOULDN'T RESORT TO THIS CRINGE! HE'D FACE ME LIKE A MAN YOU FUCKING WHIMPY COWARD!

torture devices? seriously? is that supposed to scare me? what are you an edgy eight year old?

nothing about this murderer brings me sentiment or a sense of kinship or familiarity.

sir I may have killed your entire family and turned you into a monster but there are LINES you won't cross.

(no it's not murder, he's ok with that.)

what he isn't okay with however is drugging victims, or [Redacted] or...

IS HE EVEN A FRIKING SANS, WHERE THE FK DID HIS CORE BELIEFS EVEN GO!?

you just pulled a friking cartoonishly selfish murder guy from the MOST BASIC murderer tropes and bam! dust sans!

*grabs him by the collar* you sir, are a fucking scam and dying to you brings me no entertainment. I've been scammed. I want a serial killer refund.

not dust: what??? you do realize I'm going to kill y-

me: imposter sans is that you? is there a shapeshifting sans? A FAKE SANS? YOU'RE NOT DUST! (also short dust supremacy. if you're tall you're too self indulgent)

not dust: are you... crazy?

me: DON'T YOU START TALKING YANDEREFYING ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT I WILL FUCKING SHOVE A CACTUS IN YOUR EYESOCKET. ROMANCE ME?

honey. the moment you bat an eye at me I'm disinterested. the moment you like me back? that shit ain't for me.

if you're YANDERE for me? HAH! LOSER. YOU FELL IN LOVE WITH YOUR ABUSER(me)? that's cringe. you're supposed to hate me so can love you without feeling guilty about you hurting me!

NOT THIS YANDERE BULLSHIT. SIR I AM THE FUCKING YANDERE HERE SIT THE FUCK DOWN. I'M GOING TO BURN YOU HOUSE AND THEN THROW YOU IN A MEAT GRINDER.

#venting over a fanfic #at least the art is nice #hhhhh #im sorry #no hate to the person who wrote it #if i hated your fic i wouldn't have bothered to read it till the end #i don't hate it #I'm just mildly annoyed

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nitewrighter · 9 months

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Scoops! (Part 2)

CW for some Clark mistreatment. As I was writing this I was like "Noooo! Stop hurting himmmm!" and then I kept hurting him. So, you've been warned.

Part 1

Read it on AO3 here!

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“Any idea why the drone would take off like that?” said Lois, racing after Jimmy through the streets of Metropolis. They had hopped a tram to the edge of the New Troy, but had to leap off before the tram turned away from the Industrial district. It was December in the city—one of those dry, bright days that looks inviting but as soon as you step outside you realize it’s so cold your face hurts. Lois was frustrated at the weight of her own jacket and layer of thermals beneath her jeans slowing her down, and she wondered, briefly, if Clark was warm enough in his Superman outfit.

“Scoops,” said Jimmy.

“Scoops,” Lois corrected herself.

“It may have something to do with Scoops’s coding,” said Jimmy, vaulting over a bike rack to avoid a crowd of hedge fund bros crowding the sidewalk, the metal so cold it stung his skin on contact, “The AmerTek drone frame actually had multiple sensor capabilities—y’know, infrared, thermography, electromagnetic sensors—and I figured ‘that’s useful’ and I wrote in a few lines of code where Scoops would be naturally programmed to pursue things giving off unusual energy signatures.”

“You sure you didn’t… I don’t know… put a zero or a forward slash in the wrong place?”

“Never,” said Jimmy with deadly seriousness, “Not with Scoops.”

“This really means a lot to you, huh?”

“Lois, it’s a flying camera drone. Superman flies. We can get shots of Superman, in flight, without worrying about falling to our deaths. Plus, Scoops is a scout! We can send it into areas that are too dangerous for us to wander into! Do you know how much of a game changer that is?”

“I’m sure I would have, if it hadn’t crashed out the window mid-demo,” said Lois.

“Scoops was supposed to just keep a bead on you by recognizing you from all the data I have about you on my phone. But if there’s another Lois Lane, with an unusual energy signature…” Jimmy paused, “Or maybe multiple Lois Lanes clustered in one area—”

“Oh, no no no—I am not doing this again,” said Lois, dodging out of the way of a skateboarder, “I hate the League of Me’s! They’re jerks! I thought we ditched them!”

“Only because Jalana helped us,” said Jimmy, with a bit of smugness, “Good to know you two wouldn’t survive without me in every universe.”

“Jimmy, you wouldn’t have survived without you in that universe, either. But if they found our universe again…” Lois started sprinting even harder, “Oh no—Clark—!” She was overtaking Jimmy at this point.

“Hey—hey! I’m the one with the GPS and live feed!” said Jimmy. He suddenly skidded to a halt and started tapping at his phone, “Lois—wait! Live feed!”

Lois slid to a stop as well and trotted back to him. They both dipped into an alley for a bit more privacy, and Lois leaned over Jimmy’s shoulder as he opened Scoops’s live feed. The camera blipped on to showing Clark clearly struggling to push himself up from the ground as a black-clad, white-haired figure patiently paced toward him, holding a massive gun.

“You think I’m with the League?”

All color drained from Lois’s face as she heard her own voice.

“Don’t worry. I’m not hitting you with anything you can’t take.”

“But—”

The red of the gun’s beam seemed to stain the whole phone screen. Lois clasped both hands over her mouth and squeezed her eyes shut at the sound of Clark’s screams, Jimmy’s own eyes were wide with horror.

“Clark—” the name was muffled through Lois’s hands.

On his phone screen, the white-haired figure turned around, with Clark crumpled on the ground behind her, red smoke rising off of him. Lois’s face contorted with tearful outrage at the sight of her own face staring steadily at her through Scoops, through Jimmy’s phone.

“She—she can’t see us, can she?” Lois’s voice was taut as she watched her white-haired self approach the camera.

“N-no,” said Jimmy. Lois gave him a nervous glance and Jimmy said, “Well, she shouldn’t be able to.”

“I know you’re me, and I know you’re watching,” the white-haired Lois spoke into the camera, “So here’s the deal: stay out of my way and your Clark will be returned to you, unharmed.” She glanced over her shoulder at Clark, unconscious. “Well… no more harmed than he is already, I mean. I can’t give you an exact timeframe, I can only give you my word as… me. Well… you. Us.”

“God, she’s definitely you,” Jimmy murmured.

“Jimmy—” Lois said through gritted teeth.

“Don’t believe anything the League tells you. I don’t mean any harm to your universe. But I will be taking your drone.”

“WHAT?!” Jimmy blurted out.

“And, obviously, I’ll be borrowing your Clark for a while, but again, he will be returned to you, so long as you… and your…” the white-haired Lois blinked a few times and suddenly looked very tired, “Your Jimmy—” She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head as if snapping herself out of a haze, “So long as you and your Jimmy don’t do anything stupid. There is no negotiating. Stay out of my way. End transmission.”

There were several awkward seconds where Lois and Jimmy and the white-haired Lois were staring at each other before the white-haired Lois sighed and said, “Scoops…? End transmission” and the feed blipped to black.

“…you have to say ‘Scoops’ before issuing a command,” Jimmy whispered to Lois.

“I gathered,” said Lois, but then she blinked, “Wait, how could she command Scoops? Why wouldn’t you just make it so Scoops would only respond to you?”

“I programmed Scoops to respond to you, me, or Clark,” said Jimmy, “Scoops was supposed to be for all three of us.” His voice dropped a bit, “Well, just you and me so far, actually. I didn’t want to program anything for Clark until we could figure out some Clark vs. Superman privacy guidelines…”

“Oh, Jimmy—” Lois started before the name ‘Clark’ yanked her mind back to its previous panic, “Oh god—Clark!”

“Okay, we need to think about this,” said Jimmy, trying to compose himself.

“What’s there to think about? She’s kidnapping Clark! She shot him with a laser! Or energy beam! Something that looked like it really hurt!”

“Okay, but she also said ‘Don’t trust the League,’ and they’ve nearly killed Clark before, too. This Lois said she would give our Clark back, that she was borrowing him.”

Lois blinked a few times, her brow crinkled, trying to steer her mind from the blaze of ‘I have to save Clark’ to ‘What is actually happening.’ She squeezed her eyes shut. “The League also believes Clark’s too dangerous in every reality,” she felt like she was forcing the words out of herself, “They wouldn’t use him like this. She needs him for something.” Her eyes flicked open and her breath steadied with determination.

“If we’re going to save him, we need to find out what,” Jimmy said in agreement.

“Right,” Lois said, half to herself and half to him, “Right.”

They started moving again.

“So she didn’t cut the GPS signal, did she?”

“Not yet,” Jimmy brought up his phone, “Still down at the docks. I’ll try to override to get the live feed back online.”

They hurried on, Lois wondering how long she could ride this ‘Boyfriend in peril’ wave of adrenaline and regretting the fact that she had spent the better part of an hour already wearing herself out trying to teach Clark how to properly stand and evade in a fight. How could that other Lois get the drop on him? Had Clark learned nothing? No, that wasn’t fair. He wasn’t even willing to flip Lois on a mat when she was trying to teach him sparring. He managed to pull a damn ‘I’m Superman and I’m going to invulnerable my way through a sparring session even though I agreed to the sparring session because we agreed depending so much on invulnerability wasn’t sustainable’ on her and like an idiot she hadn’t pushed him further, she hadn’t reminded him of the stakes. But then there was the more obvious aspect of it: It was her. Well, it wasn’t her, but it was a Lois, and of course Clark’s first priority would always be ‘Don’t hurt her’ rather than ‘Don’t let her hurt me,’ so if she had technology similar to that Red Omega field back at Cadmus, or kryptonite, or her dad’s weird rectangular hand cannon, there wouldn’t be a lot Clark’s invulnerability could do about that. But if that bleached-hair rockabilly ‘ooh look at me, I’m wearing a low-cut dress in winter’ asshole version of herself thought she could shoot her Clark with a laser, and then talk about borrowing him, like he was a stand mixer or something, oh, she had another thing coming.

Jimmy had abruptly stopped moving, his eyes fixed on his phone. He rubbed a hand over his mouth in distress.

“Jimmy?” Lois stopped walking.

“I—I can’t access Scoops’s live feed. I’m getting the screen I would get if Scoops was under maintenance—What’s she doing to Scoops?”

Lois huffed a breath. “Jimmy, I know you worked really hard on Scoops and it means a lot to you, but Clark—”

“No, I know—I know,” Jimmy blinked and shook his head, forcing himself to snap out of it, “Let’s just keep moving.”

The shriek of gulls at the Metropolis waterfront was more muted in winter, but all the same Lois wasn’t sure what exactly they would do once they found the white-haired Lois and, hopefully, Clark. She and Jimmy had saved Clark a couple of times before, but they usually had Clark as a pretty big distraction, and even then that ‘distraction’ usually involved Clark getting the crap kicked out of him—god, they really were way too dependent on that invulnerability. Clark had been her father’s hostage before, but had managed to escape thanks to the fact that his enemies all wanted to kill him so bad they ended up tripping each other up, which also wasn’t very encouraging.

“Lois,” Jimmy’s voice snapped her out of her puzzling, “Look.”

Lois followed where he was pointing. Two people were bickering softly at the main gates leading into the Metropolis shipyard.

They watched the two figures, one, a lean Korean man in a purple blazer, black turtleneck, and white pants, the other, a tall black girl in an olive drab cargo jacket and cuffed jeans. They were both wearing sunglasses, both hunched over a device on the Korean man’s wrist.

Lois’s eyes narrowed.

“Lewis and Jalana,” she muttered.

“Maybe we could follow them,” Jimmy mused under his breath, “If the you that kidnapped Clark has beef with them, then it’s likely—”

“HEY!” Lois hollered.

“Oh my god,” Jimmy said very quietly, pressing his fingertips to his forehead.

“YOU GUYS GOT A WARRANT?” Lois threw her arms up.

Lewis and Jalana looked at each other, then briskly approached them.

“Lois, what’s the plan—what was the plan here—!?” Jimmy said as Jalana seized his arm and both he and Lois were basically dragged into another alley. As far as Lois was concerned, this was, indeed, a plan: the foolproof Lois Lane plan of ‘Start some shit and see what you learn in the chaos.’ But also she would be lying if she said she wasn’t genuinely angry at them for having that Kryptonite crystal that nearly killed Clark.

“Are you crazy!?” Lewis hissed, “Do you have any idea how badly you can compromise your world and the League by drawing attention to us like that?!”

“What I want to know is what gives you guys the authority to tromp around our universe like you own the place!” said Lois. “We’re an Interdimensional Peacekeeping—” Lewis started.

“Yeah! And you don’t have the consent or authorization from any government entity in this universe to keep the peace!” Lois snapped.

“Oh, and I’m sure your governments consented to having a feral Clark flying around?!”

“He’s not feral!”

Both Jimmy and Jalana exchanged a tired glance of, ‘This is not conducive to either of our goals’ as Lewis and Lois argued.

“Your universe isn’t prepared in any capacity for even the knowledge of—!” Lewis started but Jalana held up a hand.

“Lewis, let me handle this,” said Jalana.

“She’s not League material, their Clark is still on the loose, and they’re all still persons of interest in the Mxyzptlk case,” said Lewis, with a glare at Lois.

“Their universe was derailed by the League’s failure to contain Mxy,” said Jalana, “And we’re in their universe doing damage control, again. Antagonizing them isn’t going to help.”

“I’m antagonizing?!” said Lewis, “She was the one who—”

“Lewis, just keep scanning for inter-dimensional anomalies. I’ll handle the locals,” said Jalana. Lewis rolled his eyes and stalked off, bringing up some kind of holographic interface from his gauntlet as he gave them space.

“…the League isn’t that mad at us still, is it?” said Jimmy.

“You should count yourselves lucky that you’re not seen as competent enough to be a threat to the multiverse,” said Jalana, putting a hand on one hip.

“Wow,” said Lois, folding her arms.

“But we’re not a priority right now, is what you’re saying,” said Jimmy.

“No. Right now, we’re after a rogue Lois,” Jalana explained.

Jimmy and Lois exchanged nervous glances.

“…you already know about her,” said Jalana, lowering her voice.

“Well—” Jimmy started.

“Before we tell you anything, we want your word that you guys won’t harm our Clark again,” said Lois.

“I’m not in a position to promise anything like that,” said Jalana, before her eyes flicked between them. “And… where is your Clark?”

Lois and Jimmy said nothing.

“Okay, you know, the first time your Clark gets involved with an inter-dimensional criminal, I can chalk that up to the fact that he didn’t have context on anything. The second time—”

“He’s been Clarknapped—I mean, kidnapped,” said Lois.

“We think she needs him for something,” said Jimmy.

“A Kryptonian… kidnapped,” Jalana said slowly. She folded her arms in thought. “Well, given the armory she built up in her own universe, it makes sense that she would have the means to do something like that.”

“Jalana, what are we dealing with, here?” asked Jimmy.

“She operates under the title, ‘The Spider Lady,’” said Jalana.

“The Spider Lady?” repeated Lois.

“Olsen, I know you’re not telling the persons of interest classified League information about the Spider Lady,” Lewis called from the other side of the alley.

“It’s not going to be classified very long if we can’t figure out what the Spider Lady’s trying to do in this dimension, Lewis,” said Jalana with an eye roll before turning back to Lois and Jimmy.

“So she’s actually called ‘The Spider Lady,” said Lois.

“Previously, she was an important informant for the League of Lois Lanes because her universe was basically used as a dumping ground for weaponry, people, and creatures deemed too dangerous for other realities,” Jalana went on.

“By who?” Said Jimmy.

“That’s classified,” said Lewis from the other side of the alley.

“She was an inter-dimensional arms dealer herself,” said Jalana, “But we apprehended her and she agreed to cooperate with the League of Lois Lanes in exchange for relative freedom. We had also determined that the Spider Lady was important to the stability of her own highly chaotic universe… but we don’t know what prompted her coming here.”

“The Spider Lady,” Lois said again.

“So wait, you’re saying there’s like, an inter-dimensional Black Market?” said Jimmy.

“I have a Pulitzer in like, 50 different realities, and you’re telling me, the best Villain-Me can come up with is ‘The Spider Lady!?’” Lois exclaimed.

“Yes, and yes,” said Lewis.

“I mean it kind of works in a pulpy way,” Jimmy mused.

“I’m not a ‘Spider Lady!’ I’d be something cool! Like—like ‘The Eradicator’, or something.”

“Mm—You’re not an Eradicator,” said Jimmy, flatly.

“Jimmy, work with me here.”

“Look,” said Jalana, “We could spend all day complaining about alternate-universe versions of ourselves—”

“Ow,” said Jimmy.

“Or we could track down this Lois before she does irreparable damage to your universe,” Jalana finished.

Jimmy awkwardly cleared his throat.

Jalana scrutinized him for a few seconds. “…you already know where she is.”

“Well, we know where Scoops is,” said Jimmy.

“Tell us,” said Lewis flatly.

“Oh no,” said Lois, “We’re not letting you guys get anywhere near Clark without us.”

“This is bigger than your stupid Clark!” said Lewis.

“He’s not stupid!” said Lois. “Fine!” Jalana barked over both of them, “You can come with us.”

“Olsen—” Lewis said in warning.

“They obviously have a strong rapport with their Clark,” said Jalana, “Assuming they’re reasonable,” she gave a pointed glance to Lois, “That makes them able to make the Kryptonian a less unpredictable factor in this.”

“This is going in in my report to Leader Lois,” said Lewis.

“Have to finish the mission before you write the report,” said Jalana, already walking out of the alley and towards the shipping yard, “Let’s move.”

——

Clark’s eyes bleared open. His head was pounding and his body ached all over, and there was a particular heaviness at his neck—he shifted where he was on the ground slightly. The ground below him was steel—the shipping container? He shifted his shoulders felt metal on his skin, and a chill ran through him. Instinctively, both hands went to his throat and clasped at the metal there, but it didn’t feel the same. He was so used to the anxiety of metal buckling beneath his grip if he wasn’t paying attention, but the fact that this metal didn’t yield to his straining fingers ignited an even more urgent fear. He glanced at his wrists, and saw they were cuffed. Instinctively, he narrowed his eyes at the cuffs, expecting heat vision to easily split the steel cables between them, but… nothing happened.

“Inhibitor collar. Earth 16,” The white-haired Lois was still working on Scoops. She had managed to pry the chassis open and was now poking at the interior. “I hope you understand, it’s nothing personal.”

“Wait—That’s not…”

“Y’know, the light show was new. I’ve seen my share of you’s, but I think I’ve only seen you glow blue…mm… twice? And that was only in archival footage. And it wasn’t like what you were doing. It’s interesting. Pretty, even. So are you wearing the ’S’ under your clothes at all times, or do the alien clothes… teleport on? Or…?”

“I—I don’t know?” Clark pushed up to a sitting position. He briefly thought back to the Cadmus research facility where those guns had blasted his shirt off—did he not have the Superman clothes back then because of that red Omega field? Were they that connected to his powers? Or was it simply because Lois was so angry with him being Superman, he really didn’t want to be Superman in that time? As the white-haired Lois’s words sank in more, then he glanced down at himself and realized he was back in his civilian clothes. He feverishly fished through his pockets as best he could with his hands cuffed, and managed to pull out his glasses and put them on. She snorted at the sight.

“Always with the glasses,” she said with a slight eye roll before resuming her work. She suddenly yanked something out of Scoops with an audible snap of wires and Clark winced.

“Can—can you not do that?” said Clark, “That’s my friend’s. He worked really hard on it.”

“He’ll live,” said the white-haired Lois, pulling something from her pocket.

Clark set his jaw, watching as she continued working. She seemed very absorbed into… lobotomizing Scoops? He craned his neck slightly to try and get some idea of what she was doing. She had an object that looked… kind of like a phone? And was using it to scan Scoops nearly every time she tweaked something or yanked something out or jammed something in.

“So… do I call you Lois? ” he broke the silence.

“In my world, I’m known as the Spider Lady,” said the white-haired Lois.

Clark snorted.

“What?” She glanced over her shoulder from Scoops.

“Nothing!” Clark brought his cuffed hands up, “Just… doesn’t seem like a name Lois would pick for herself.” She would probably pick something that sounds like a monster truck.

“Well, I’m not your Lois, am I?” said the Spider Lady.

“No,” said Clark, genuinely embarrassed.

“Look, just sit tight, Boy Scout, I’m almost done here.”

She seemed very absorbed in her work. Clark’s eyes flicked around the shipping container. Okay, no powers, he could figure this out. He still had the size advantage, right? Get her in a headlock? He should have asked Lois how to properly get someone in a headlock. Maybe find something heavy and whack her over the head and—oh god, no he didn’t want to do that. It didn’t have to come to that, right? She had said “I’m not going to hit you with anything you can’t take,” so he figured she needed him alive in some capacity.

Superman can lift a bus, thought Clark, edging away as silently as he could, But if there’s one thing Clark Kent can do, it’s sneak off when nobody’s look—

Kick-in-the-chest, full-body pain suddenly exploded across his nerves. Clark’s entire body tensed up and he slammed flat to the ground again, convulsing as electrical currents coursed over his body from his neck.

“Ooh, I probably should have mentioned the collar’s shock function,” the Spider Lady made a mock-wincing sound through her teeth as she waved a small remote around, “Stings without invulnerability, doesn’t it?”

The shock ceased and Clark was left gasping and shuddering on the ground.

“What-what do you need me for?” The words came out of him as more of a grunt than a demand.

“You’ll see,” she turned her attention back to Scoops.

——

Lois and Jimmy paced behind Lewis and Jalana through the shipping yard. Lewis had demanded Jimmy sync up Scoop’s GPS data on his phone with his gauntlet, and both Lewis and Jalana insisted on taking the lead since this was ‘League’ business. Even if she really didn’t trust the League after they had tried to kill Clark, Lois was a little grateful to be moving in bigger numbers.

“So you’re saying she knocked him out with some kind of… big laser gun,” said Jalana, as they walked.

“Doesn’t exactly narrow things down,” said Lewis, looking at a hologram being projected by his gauntlet, “You didn’t see anything identifying about the gun?”

“We were a little bit more worried about Clark?” said Lois, folding her arms, “Why is the gun so important?”

“If we can figure out what universe she got it from, it might tell us more about what the Spider Lady’s planning,” explained Jalana, “What are the readings, Lewis?”

“Definitely some Red Sun radiation in the air, so…” he gave a glance back to Lois, “Maybe they’re telling the truth about their Clark being kidnapped.” He tapped at a few more symbols being projected by his gauntlet and the screen changed to some seemingly inscrutable charts, and started emitting a clicking sound. “I’m getting traces of Earth-21 Motherbox radiation, and Earth-48 Apokoliptian chrono-molecular manipulation imprints,” said Lewis.

“You mean ‘Apocalyptic?’” said Jimmy.

Color visibly drained from Lewis’s face and he glanced over at Jalana who was making a tight-lipped, desperate cutting motion next to her neck.

“…yyyes?” said Lewis.

“So it’s… from a universe that’s ended,” Lois said slowly.

“Yes!” Lewis said, jumping on this explanation a little too eagerly.

“…you’re bullshitting us,” said Lois.

“What? No—” Lewis started.

“I know you’re bullshitting us because I make those exact faces when I’m bullshitting Perry or my dad,” said Lois.

“Look,” said Jalana, slowing her pace to walk alongside Lois and Jimmy, “There’s a lot we can’t tell you, not just because it ties in with League security, but also because your universe just isn’t ready for it.”

“But if these things are dangerous,” said Lois with a slight glare, “Shouldn’t we know about them so we can prepare?”

“Well, that’s the thing,” said Lewis, still reading the holograms on his gauntlet, “The same thing will manifest differently across different universes. If we tell you to prepare for something, it could end up coming to you in completely different and more devastating form, because you prepared for it according to the logic of other universes.”

“So the League’s policy, in a lot of cases, is actually pretty hands-off,” said Jalana, “Let the different universes develop, expand, and adapt according to their own rules”

“Like the Prime Directive,” said Jimmy.

“No idea what that is, but sure,” said Jalana, “What makes the Spider Lady such a threat, is that she has enough interdimensional knowledge to catalyze an event here that your universe is completely unprepared for.”

“She said she didn’t mean our universe any harm,” said Lois. It felt hollow saying those words because of the clear danger of the situation and what had already happened to Clark, but she also knew from the experience that this League was more than willing to shoot first and ask questions later, which, honestly didn’t seem very ‘Lois’ of them—Questions were like, her whole thing.

“And you believe her?” An incredulous laugh shook Lewis’s voice.

“Well, why would she want to harm our universe?” said Jimmy.

“Sounds like she’s already hurt your Clark,” said Jalana.

Jimmy’s phone made a blipping noise. “We’re getting close,” he said quietly.

Lewis’s gauntlet blipped as well. “Confirmed.”

“All right,” Jalana pushed back her jacket sleeve to her own gauntlet, hit a few buttons, and a sidearm materialized, seemingly spun from light. It was noticeably smaller than the guns they had used on Clark, but it still made Lois’s jaw tighten. “You two, stay back. We’ll handle this.”

——

A few more minutes passed before the Spider Lady set Scoops down and massaged her eyebrows.

“So close…” she muttered, “Where is your world’s Doctor Ivo?”

“I don’t know,” said Clark, attempting to inject as much grimness and gravity into ‘I don’t know’ as he could.

“Fine. Where is his lab?”

“AmazoTech is mothballed,” Clark said with a slight raise of his eyebrows.

“AmazoTech?” she repeated. He didn’t like the way she sounded so interested at the word ‘AmazoTech.’

“They made phones, mostly. And had some sketchy business practices.” Clark wasn’t sure how much he should be telling her, but if he didn’t have his powers, he figured maybe he could keep her talking until he or Lois or Jimmy figured something out. Just… make AmazoTech sound as unremarkable as possible and—

“…they didn’t just make phones, did they, though?” She was studying him, those eyes sharp. He saw a bit of the Lois he knew, here. Always getting her answers, but something about it was so much colder. She held up that small remote that would activate the shock function of his collar and he did his best to keep his gaze at her level. She was thinking about it, he could tell. He said nothing.

“No…” she murmured, reading his face and turning back to Scoops. She picked up the drone and stared inside, “The company’s logo is on some of these components,” she said.

“Yeah, AmazoTech,” said Clark, trying to sound dismissive.

“You’re hiding something,” her voice was steady, “What is it?”

Clark’s initial plan of ‘Maybe I can keep her talking until I figure something out’ was quickly collapsing. Misleading or stalling her would be easier if he had any idea what she was after.

“Is Ivo your world’s Luthor?” asked the Spider Lady.

“…I have no idea what you mean by that,” Clark said flatly.

“Wow, you don’t—?” the Spider Lady blinked at him before saying, “No, you wouldn’t, would you?” She huffed and picked up the device she was scanning scoops with. “Something happened in your world recently, and it’s a vital catalyst to what I need.”

“Oh—it’s been pretty uneventful here,” said Clark.

The Spider Lady ignored him and kept her eyes fixed on that odd device, pacing out of the shipping container. Clark pushed up to his feet (with a slight head rush) and awkwardly ambled after her.

“What is that?” The Spider Lady pointed to the head of the remains of Ivo’s Parasite kaiju husk, just peeking out from behind a building.

“What do you mean, ‘that?’” said Clark, “I don’t see any—oh, wow, what is that?”

That earned him a shock. His jaw clacked tight as a pained grunt seethed between his teeth. He painfully dropped to one knee as his whole body seized and shook in protest at its own lack of invulnerability. She turned the shock off and he was left buckled over again, heaving breaths. Every part of him felt so heavy, like he might crush himself just by existing. He was now beginning to have serious doubts about the whole, ‘I won’t hit you with anything you can’t take’ thing.

“Don’t play dumb, Boy Scout, neither of us has time for it,” said the Spider Lady.

“Guh…” was the only noise that fell out of Clark in response, but she wasn’t even looking at him as she squinted at the husk in the distance.

“What,” she said, slower and more commanding, “Is it?”

“It’s… broken,” said Clark, feeling a muscle spasm under his eye from the residual shock, “I broke it. So whatever you’re going to try to do, you can’t use it.” Really, this was about 60% wishful thinking talking. He wasn’t sure what she could do, but he certainly didn’t like the idea of her doing anything with a giant purple parasitic kaiju suit that had nearly destroyed the city.

“Did you just try to tell a Lois she can’t do something?” The Spider Lady raised her eyebrows, amused.

“It’s just a shell,” said Clark, “Withou Ivo—” and he immediately caught himself. Oh Clark, you moron, he thought to himself.

“Doctor Ivo?” The Spider Lady repeated. Clark hated how this Lois’s eyes lit up in the same way his Lois’s did, and the way her lower lower lids flexed in that same ‘putting things together’ way as she glanced back down her device.

“So that’s it,” she said under her breath, “That’s what I need.”

“For what?” said Clark.

Something back in the shipping container started beeping. “I thought I told your friends to stay out of my way,” she scoffed as she briskly walked back into the container and started quickly packing things up. Lois and Jimmy were coming? Before, he thought it was a combination of still recovering from the blasts and shocks, and the fact that so much of his attention was fixed on the Spider Lady, what her goals might be, and how to get away from her, but now it struck him just how muted the world was. The inhibitor collar was blocking off his super-hearing. Normally, he’d be able to hear Lois and Jimmy talking at a conversational level across the city if he concentrated, now he had no clue how close they were—only that they were coming.

Stall, stall, stall, thought Clark.

“You know, if you just told people what was going on, maybe we could explain—” Clark started but the Spider Lady shoved a large metal crate into his arms and he had to maneuver his forearms accordingly in the cuffs to accept it. Wow, things were heavy now. Wait, why did he just accept that crate? Was it because his Lois was always handing him things without a second thought?

“I know better than to trust the League on anything,” said the Spider Lady, she gave a glance to the scanning device. “How far away would you say that…AmazoTech shell-thing is?”

“Oh I don’t know,” said Clark, “Buuuuut I could fly you there if you took the collar off?”

“You’re adorable,” she said flatly, pointing the device towards the husk, as if she were taking a photo on a phone. It made a whirring noise, then a beep, then a few seconds later, another beep. “Ugh… I don’t know how long it’s going to take to calibrate,” she said, swinging that massive gun down to her hip and hauling it up at the ready, with Scoops stuffed into a small satchel at her side. She took a handful of Clark’s jacket from the back, Clark feeling the remote to his collar curled in that same fist.

“Spider Lady!” A voice which sounded eerily like a female version of Jimmy called from outside the shipping container, “You’re under arrest for unauthorized universe hopping, and 17 counts of possession of multiverse contraband!”

“Oh, so now it’s contraband,” the Spider Lady yelled back, her voice reverberating on the metal of the shipping container, “You all didn’t have a problem with the poison that was flowing into my world before!”

“Submit yourself to League custody, and you can plead your case then!” A voice that sounded uncannily like a male version of Lois called.

“Stay in front of me,” the Spider Lady’s voice was half muffled into Clark’s back. She poked the toastmaster gun into his ribs, “Move.”

Clark shuffled forward to the threshold of the shipping container.

“Y’know I’m probably not a good hostage, seeing as they’ve shot me before—” said Clark.

“Move,” the Spider Lady said again.

Clark stumbled out of the shipping container to see two members of the League of Lois Lanes pointing handgun-sized sidearms at him and the Spider Lady from a handful of yards away. His mind probably should have been spinning up some daring escape attempt, some means to use the presence of the League members as a distraction so that he could get away and find a way to get the collar off, but he didn’t know how far he could get before she just shocked him again, and he also really didn’t want to make any sudden moves in front of the League after last time. So instead, his primary train of thought was, Huh. Man Lois and lady Jimmy. Did I see them last time?

“Step away from the Kryptonian,” said the girl Jimmy.

“I don’t think I will. He’s not the biggest threat to you currently, I assure you,” said the Spider Lady.

The girl Jimmy didn’t lower her weapon.

“We can talk about this, Lois,” she said grimly.

“We’ve talked plenty already,” said the Spider Lady. She fired off the toastmaster. Both the girl Jimmy and the male Lois leapt out of the way as the neon coral blast of the toastmaster blazed into the shipping container with a screech of metal, leaving a flaming, twisted hole in the steel, and another hole through the other side of the shipping container.

She hit me with that??? Clark’s mind flared into a panic, one more instance of How far does my invulnerability go? and, I really, really don’t want to test how far my invulnerability goes.

The male Lois and the female Jimmy were returning fire now. Clark brought up the steel crate the Spider Lady had handed to him for protection, though it wasn’t much to hide behind. The League members had dipped behind another shipping container, for what little protection that would apparently afford them, both of them taking turns leaning out and firing. The Spider Lady fired at the ground next to them, sending up a big plume of burnt-smelling cement dust, obscuring their line of sight. The two league members both kept firing.

“Don’t hit him!”Clark’s head jerked up at the sound of Lois—his Lois’s voice. She was leaning out from a shipping container on the opposite side.

“Lo—” he started but his entire body seized in a shock.

“CLARK!” He heard his own name as an anguished shriek from Lois as she watched him twist and convulse. Jimmy had to physically stop her from rushing into the crossfire, and she was struggling against him. “No! Stop it!”

“I told you he wouldn’t get hurt if you stayed out of my way!” said the Spider Lady. But the dust was settling from her previous fire, and with Clark spasming and staggering, he was a much less effective human shield, so she was forced to increase her own fire at Lewis and Jalana.

“Lois, get down!” Jimmy tackled Lois to the ground as fire from the Spider Lady blazed through where they had both previously been standing. There was a massive column of smoke rising from the shipping container behind them. In the midst of all the panic the Spider Lady at least managed to remember to turn the shock off again, but Clark was stumbling, his vision swimming, on the verge of collapse. A shot from Lewis grazed the Spider Lady’s arm and she let out a frustrated, snarling yell, before something beeped from the interior of her jacket.

“Finally—” she breathed out her pain in that word, firing off another blast from the toastmaster, “We’re getting out of here, boy scout.” She drew that odd device from her jacket and hit a button on it.

Before this, Clark had only picked up the fizzing sound as part of his super-hearing, it had seemed so dreamlike and distant before, but now, up close, through the hazy pain of electrocution, it was a nightmarish blend of the familiar and uncanny. He remembered when he was a kid and Pa pulled out film reels of his old favorite Gray Ghost serials, the distinctive smell of the lightbulb and film and the clackclacklclackclackclack of the film projector. He also remembered watching the serials with Pa’s arm around him, explaining characters like, ‘That’s the Femme Fatale—she’s pretty, but watch out!’ and Ma going, 'I don’t know, Jon, is he old enough for this?’ And he remembered one night when the projector overheated and the reel jammed, and a burn hole started appearing on the film. Suddenly, the Gray Ghost punching out goons on a bedsheet was having his whole torso swallowed by a sickly black ring and a white void. That’s what Clark was looking at now, he realized, a film burn hole, oily and warped, but on the fabric of reality itself. A two-dimensional shape imposing itself on the third dimension, the space browning around it.

“Clark!” he heard Jimmy yell this time, and he looked over to the source of his voice. Lois was sprinting toward him and the Spider Lady, Lewis and Jalana’s fire whizzing inches away from her, Jimmy was stumbling after her, or maybe he was running to Clark’s rescue as well?

“Guys—” he instinctively lurched toward them.

“I said, we’re going!” The Spider Lady swung her toastmaster up and suddenly clocked him hard upside the jaw with the butt of the gun. He heard a protesting, “NO!” from both Jimmy and Lois, and tasted blood in his mouth as the Spider Lady shoved him and he fell, sideways, through the portal.

“What is that?!” said Lewis, at the sight of the burn hole.

“It’s her getaway, let’s go!” said Jalana, racing out from behind the shipping container, running towards the burn hole as well.

“Wait!” Lois was ahead of both of them, sprinting toward the burn hole, but the Spider Lady only gave her a cold glance before stepping through after Clark, the portal closing behind her to a black smudge, and then nothingness. Lois stumbled and collapsed to her knees in the now empty space, panting, the air around her having that faint chemical-film smell. She sat there, arms uselessly limp at her sides for a few seconds, staring into space.

“Where did they go?” Jimmy reeled around to face Jalana, “Where did they go!?”

“We don’t know,” Jalana’s voice was stiff.

“We were lucky just to track her to this dimension,” said Lewis.

“We have operatives in other dimensions,” said Jalana, “They’ll be able to pick up on the energy surge wherever they come through.”

Jimmy heard Lois’s breath shuddering and he turned back around to look at her. Her back was to him, her shoulders had caved inward and bunched up, and she hugged herself, buckling forward and shaking. Jimmy’s mouth drew to a thin line.

“Lois…” he reached forward and put a hand on her shoulder, “Are you…?”

“No,” she said tensely, “No, I’m not okay.” And Jimmy gently lifted his hand away from her, realizing she was shaking from rage, just as much as sadness and fear. “She put a collar on him,” her voice was incredulous, bewildered.

“We’re going to figure this out,” said Jimmy, trying to convince himself just as much as her, “The League has eyes in other dimensions, and maybe I can still patch in to Scoops—”

“Jimmy,” he could hear her breath huffing against her teeth with fury, as her head swung around to look at him, “She put a collar on my Clark.”

#my adventures with superman #clois

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hotchfiles · 1 month

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OMFG AARON LOOKS SO GOOD IN 7X14 WHEN HE GOES ON HIS FIRST DATE WOTH BETH ON VALENTINES DAY UGHHHH I CANT WITH THIS MAN

NO BUT SERIOUSLY

LIKE, THE WAY HE STOPS WORKING TO GO !!!!!

HIS LITTLE FLIRTY FACE SHOWING THE TICKETS

THE WAY HE GETS ALL SHY WHEN SHE KISSES HIMMMM

fun fact when i began writing my first hotch fic i was still in season 4 i think, OR LESS THAN THAT

and he's all cute and sappy in that fic and i was SO HAPPY when i first saw the beth stuff because like

DAMN I WAS SOOO RIGHT

HE IS SOOO CUTE

#lari spoils cm

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Surp-Rise! Movie 1: Kraang (Snippet)

As a reward for making it to Round 3 in @tmntausummit, here is a snippet from the movie rewrite (yes, it’s all done). You may get another snippet if we get to Round 4 ;3c

Read Surp-Rise! Season 3 on AO3 here

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Okay, time to help hack into a spaceship. Mikey peered down at the control panel below them. “There’s that smaller Kraang down there. Brother, I think they called him. How are we gonna get rid of him?”

“No clue, but he’s at what I can only guess is the main console to control the ship,” Donnie said. “Maybe we find some way to distract himmmm.” Mikey was confused as to why the heck Donnie held out that last part of the word until he saw the shadows above them. Donnie grabbed Mikey and they rolled out of the way of one of the ship’s tentacles crushing them.

Mikey cried out in shock, scrambling to his feet and tugging Donnie after him as they dodged the many tentacles around them. From below, Brother Kraang screamed and the face on the wall did the same.

Then Mikey had an idea. “Hey, Donnie! Wanna play some hockey?”

Donnie’s eyes lit up with mischief and chaotic delight as he grabbed his tech bō. “Sports ball sounds lovely right about now.”

Mikey launched himself forwards and retracted into his shell, letting himself skid around the ground. “Go for it!”

He felt himself make contact with Donnie’s tech bō, and he could hear Donnie’s laughter build up. “Fooouuur!” he cheered as he whacked Mikey through the tentacle (ewewewww!) and then towards Brother Kraang.

Mikey let himself spin through the air, letting Donnie’s hit send him flying almost faster than Mikey could with his own chains. He slammed into Brother Kraang and sent him crashing into the wall. The pieces of flesh and tentacles that Brother had been using to attack them crashed down on him.

“Okay Donnie, do your thing!” Mikey cried, popping out his shell.

“Bravo, Mikey! Cassandra will be so happy to know we used her sports to help save the world.” Donnie ran up and over to Mikey, giving him a high three before he looked over the main console and the controls there. “There's no buttons, or computers or anything. Just a lot of drippy, ooey gooey disgustingness. I don't know how to hack it…”

Mikey looked over the console too and frowned. How the heck was Donnie supposed to do this? He couldn’t figure it out, but his older brother was a heck of a lot smarter than him. He’d figure it out any second now!

“Oh god, I know what I have to do.” Donnie turned away and gagged, holding onto his stomach with one hand and covering his mouth with the other. “No, I don’t think I can do this.”

“What are you talking about?” Wait. No no no no no. There was no way. “Oh no.” Mikey groaned, clutching his stomach. “That’s… So gross!” He had to stop himself from gagging.

Donnie shuddered almost violently. “I can’t do it!”

“I believe in you!”

“No, it’s my worst nightmare,” Donnie groaned, though he looked back over at the panel of writhing tentacles. He took a deep breath and shuddered again as he turned to face it. “I…” His hands trembled but he stood. “God, I better earn the Nobel Peace Prize for this.”

“You deserve it,” Mikey replied seriously, refusing to look away even if every fiber of his being wanted to. He wouldn’t abandon his brother. “You can do it!”

“I’m doing it! I’m doing it!” Donnie laughed out before he stuck his hands into the mass of the console. His body violently shuddered as tentacles began crawling up the arms of Mikey’s brother, drawing him in a little bit by little bit. The tentacles kept climbing as Donnie shut his eyes and bit down on his lower lip.

They eventually stopped right at his shoulders, wiggling around. “Ugh, this isn’t enough. It's not working! I need more of a connection. Mikey, take off my battle shell.”

“But your shell, it’s soft and vulnerable and—”

From across the control room, Brother Kraang started to stir. Mikey couldn't help but look over at the first sound he heard. "We don't have the time, Mikey!"

Mikey whined and quickly looped his nunchaku around Donnie’s waist and took off his shell. “If you need help, tug. That’s my only condition.”

Donnie nodded as he looked down at the chain around his waist. "Got it. If I tug once, it's me needing help. Twice means you need to let go."

“Deal.” Mikey held Donnie’s battle shell close and stepped back, his nunchaku gripped tightly in his other hand.

After taking a deep breath, Donnie turned around, his back facing the console. He slowly let himself lean back as tentacles reached up. They pressed against his shell before digging in, which made Donnie grimace and shudder. The tentacles reached up and wrapped around his shoulders, arms, and waist, raising him up into the air before suddenly sucking him into the console.

Mikey gasped and turned to face Brother Kraang, not letting go of his nunchaku. Oh god, was Donnie okay? Mikey was helpless without his big brother and no Ninpō. Should he tug Donnie out?

Just as Brother Kraang seemed ready to shoot out and over to Mikey, tentacles came from out of the wall and wrapped around the alien. Brother Kraang cried out in surprise before he was brought against the wall, restrained. Wait, what?

"Mikey!" He jumped at his name being called until he realized it was Donnie's voice layered with a tech reverb. It was coming from behind though.

Mikey turned around and gasped as he saw his brother's face form from the matter there. He looked so proud and excited, even if his eyes were pure white instead of real eyes. "I am.... a spaceship!"

Mikey’s expression dropped in shock before he squealed in delight. Ohmigosh, that was so cool!

Donnie looked so proud. "Alright, as coolio as this is, we have a mission. Gonna start putting this thing in reverse and-"

He cut himself off before Mikey felt two tugs from his chain. "Let go of the chain. Now."

Mikey hesitated before doing as he was told. He didn’t pause for more than a second but that was a second too long.

A thick, slimy tentacle wrapped around his left wrist and his left leg and started tugging him towards the console. Mikey screamed and dug his feet into the ground, dropping his weapons and the battle shell in the process. He struggled but it was no use. “Donnie! Donnie, help!”

Instead of his brother speaking, Mikey heard distorted screaming. Mikey was able to catch a glimpse to see the head Donnie melt as he was dragged closer and closer to the console despite his best efforts.

The very last thing Mikey saw and heard before being tugged in was Brother Kraang, free from the tentacles, laughing and smirking as he walked over. He rested a tentacle against the back of Mikey's shell and shoved him into the console.

That’s when Mikey knew. This had been a trap, this had been planned, and there was no escape. Even so Mikey tried desperately to reach for Donnie in the console, trying to force his good, not restrained hand to grab his big brother’s. If he could just get to Donnie, just hold his hand, things would be okay somehow.

Through the mass of tentacles and disgustingness, Mikey was able to see Donnie. There! All he had to do was reach a little more forward and then—

Mikey couldn't stop himself from gasping when he saw the tentacles that had dug into Donnie's soft shell open up a spot in the dead center of his shell even further. Multiple tendrils worked, Donnie screamed silently, and something that was a darker, murkier pink plunged itself into his brother's shell before he was lost from Mikey's line of sight. No! NO!

Mikey screamed as he tried to reach uselessly for Donnie. Then his vision started to swim as a blinding pain started in his left arm and leg. Mikey didn’t even try to look, he just kept trying to reach Donnie. He had to get to Donnie, he had to protect his big brother! Mikey couldn’t lose anyone else!

He couldn’t see Donnie when he passed out, but he did feel the faintest brush of his fingers. At least he managed that much.

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