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yaimlight · 2 years

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Heroes vs Villains

A/N: I have no clue what this is or what I’m even doing. This has nothing to do with what I am currently working on and honestly I don’t even know where this even came from. I’m blaming sleep deprivation. Any way, I thought I would post it and see what you all think. Who knows, if it gets enough interest maybe I’ll make it my next project.

“You can’t be serious,” Snipe’s voice rang out across the silent office and Aizawa sighed, rubbing at his tired eyes. “She is a convicted criminal and you want to let her loose on the students”. They had been going over this for nearly an hour now and all he wanted was to crawl inside his sleeping bag and ignore them. He wouldn’t get to do that though, not for a good few hours and definitely not till he had justified his decision to the understandably worried teachers that had gathered to watch the horror show that was about to unfold.

“They need to lean and she offered,” Aizawa grumbled, sinking back into his seat. Honestly it was a little insulting that they were questioning him about this. Over the years Aizawa had certainly pushed his students to their limits but he had never intentionally put them in dange and was no different now. Even if he did think that half of them would probably end up in Recovery Girls care before the day was out. “Nothing is going to happen to them, she knows the rules”. Aizawa glanced over at All Might who had come to his defence, the once hulking man now frail and sickly looking. He looked so sure of the fact and Aizawa really hoped it was true. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust the girl, just that he knew a past like that was hard to move on from and something like this would bring it all crashing back around her, especially if things went wrong. A possibility he didn’t want to bring to the other’s attention.

“We must put our faith in our students and trust they will be able to handle whatever is thrown at them. They will be graduating soon after all,” Principle Nezu said cheerfully. His beady little eyes were already fixed on the screens, not even nothing to look away as he spoke to them. The whole room fell silent, every one of them watching him intently and waiting for him to say something else but the rodent stayed quiet, sipping at his tea and still watching the black screens like there was something there worthy of his attention. Aizawa probably should be worried about the level of interest Nezu had in this but at this point in his life he was just too tired to care. As long as no one got seriously hurt everything would be fine.

“So that’s it then?” Midnight huffed from where she was lent against the wall, her arms folded over her chest and eyes darting around the rest of the silent occupants in the room. “We just split them into two and see what happens?” That was putting it a little simply but for the most part she was right. Friendships would be tested, students would undoubtedly get hurt and people’s true worth would be known. It was a dangerous game to be playing but it would give the would be heroes a taste of what was waiting for them outside of U.A’s walls.

The small clock struck ten and all the screens flickered to life, flooding the otherwise dimly lit room with a hazy light as it began to flash up small clips of all of his current students in mid fight. They all turned to watch as Present Mic’s voice boomed out loudly from the speakers, a noticeable air of anticipation filling the room despite the earlier concerns. ”Welcome listeners to U.As first ever Heroes Vs Villains 3A slam down. Two teams, twelve hours, five objectives. Will our band of courageous heroes come out on top or will the dastardly villains grind them into dust. Only time will tell so stay tuned because it’s going to be one hell of a fight”.

The screens turned white, the words Heroes Vs Villains: Ultimate Showdown flashing up on the screens before changing to a live video feed of the inside of the heroes base of operations. Groaning, Aizawa slumped down even further into his chair. On screen Iida was already rattling off some complaint about health and safety whilst Bakugou glared daggers at the class rep and Midoriya tried to appease Iida whilst also subtly moving him away from the explosive blonde. This was going to be a disaster, Aizawa was sure of it and if they weren’t careful the villains were going to end up with a solid head start without even having to lift a finger. “3000¥ sais the heroes kick ass.” At some point Midnight had moved next to him, leaning down so she could whisper in his ear without risking the others hearing. On screen a motorcycle raced through the abandoned city, its two occupants seemingly with a clear destination in mind. The villains were on the move.

Smirking, Aizawa offered Midnight his hand. “You’re on.” They shook hands, seeking their deal and never once taking their eyes off the screens in front of them. This was probably going to be the easiest money he had ever made and he didn’t even feel bad about it. You would think by now people would stop underestimating his students, considering all they had been through. After today that would finally stop because none of them were going to give up without a fight and this was going to be one hell of a show down.

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weepinggothbagelfreak · 10 months

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Funny things my friends said…

My friends, sometimes known as “The Tofu Bois” are some very funny people in my opinion…and I believe we say some very funny shit. I also think that this funny shit should be shared to the internet so that it may last forever!

“I turned one early to late” EXPLANATION: My friend was driving and turned on street to early

“The only thing your fucking, is stupid” EXPLANATION: My friend was tired of me complaining about being single but also doing almost everything o can to not be in a relationship

“I thought raw dogging was when you were really hungry and would eat a hotdog raw!!” EXPLANATION: we were camping and my friend ate a raw hotdog and called it Raw Dogging.

“I smoke bitches and eat weed” EXPLANATION: We we’re still camping and the campfire smoke was clearly getting into our brains….I genuinely don’t know how they fucked this sentence up so bad.

“It’s not Cheating if it’s with the homies” EXPLANATION: I made a joke about fucking my friend who is in a relationship…this was my defence

“There is not enough bathroom” EXPLANATION: I live in a one bathroom house and didn’t have enough bathroom for everyone

“You are cupcake races bottom!” EXPLANATION: We we’re playing a board game called cupcake race and my friend was getting absolutely fucked.

“Hey Ladies, Im sometimes dangerous but I’m always toast!” EXPLANATION: We we’re saying what kind of bread people would be and started to talk about toast…my one friend has a severe peanut allergy and so we said that peanut butter on toast was dangerous.

“They Yassified Snoop Dog!???!” EXPLANATION: BTS and Snoop Dog made a song together…

“On Mondays we fuck with foul legacy!” EXPLANATION: I was talking about Genshin Impact and the foul legacy transformation came up…I really like foul legacy.

“I’ll show you Titanic get in the ocean!” EXPLANATION: I genuinely don’t know why I said this….I think we were swimming.

“I think Andrew Tate could learn a lot from being fucked by a man.” EXPLANATION: I’m sure you understand.

“We Girlboss our way into Buckingham Palace…” EXPLANATION: The Queen Died.

“Gaslight, Gatekeep, Genocide” EXPLANATION: The queen died and we don’t want a king…

“I like my daily intake of milk bag!” EXPLANATION: the guy who said this is severely lactose intolerance

“I didn’t like the potato Famine, I like Potatoes!” EXPLANATION: We were sleepy and people just started saying things

“Eat a trumpet for a day and teach a fish to kid” EXPLANATION: I don’t know….he was sleep deprived from Camping

“With our anger combined we can move an entire Toyota Highlander!” EXPLANATION: A Toyota Highlander cut me off on the highway and all 4 of us in the car yelled at them and they moved:)

#funnyshit #shitpost #quotes #things my friends say

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elendiliel · 2 years

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Trust Me

Just filling in a storyline gap between Counter-Conspiracy and A Life Laid Down. I’m afraid this one is rather longer than usual, but its component parts fitted together too well to be split up. It also briefly references @gaeasun‘s OC Croissant, as well as characters and concepts from Frank Herbert’s Dune series. (I might have taken a few chronological liberties, but the timeline of the last two seasons of The Clone Wars and Revenge of the Sith does my head in.)

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“I still can’t quite believe it.” If Anakin said that one more time, Helli thought she might hit him. She could believe, very easily, that Chancellor Palpatine was involved in some sort of conspiracy against the Jedi, and not just because a large piece of evidence was lying in a bed beside her in a private room off the main Halls of Healing, having been decanted from a bacta tank earlier that day. Anakin and Helli had used all their not-inconsiderable combined influence with the Healers to keep Fives’ survival a secret and prevent him from being transferred elsewhere; they knew they couldn’t take any unnecessary risks. Only six people knew exactly what was going on, and they were all crammed into that room – Fives, the two Jedi, Captain Rex and Helli’s and Fives’ squadmates Torrent and Spark, whom Helli had smuggled in via the Temple’s roof and maintenance tunnel network. The core of their counter-conspiracy.

“You must admit, it makes sense.” Almost absently, Helli’s fingers tapped out a few bars from “Ye Jacobites By Name”, a song from her birth-world that was less than complimentary about politicians. For complex historical reasons, all her species was effectively hard-wired to distrust any such person who hadn’t proved themselves faithful to their people and their ideals. Such people did exist, she knew, but were few and far between. “His words sound good on the surface, but his actions don’t match them. And his speeches are full of double meanings. Once you know what to look for, it’s so obvious.” She was struggling to contain her fury both at the Chancellor and at herself. Insight and intuition were supposed to be her strong points, but she had barely sensed anything from him on the rare occasions when they’d been in close enough proximity – just a feeling of unease she’d put down to her own prejudices. I could have prevented this. But I didn’t, so it’s no good worrying about it.

“So what’s our next move?,” Anakin wondered. “Confront the Chancellor ourselves?” It was a serious if daft suggestion; mercifully, Rex knew his general well enough to head him off straight away. “With respect, sir, we don’t know exactly what we’re up against, but we do know he holds some good cards. He has the loyalty of the Senate, he’s still popular with the public, and he’s technically our commander-in-chief. We need to strengthen our hand before challenging him. My first choice would be bringing in the Jedi Council, if they’ll listen to us.”

“It’s worth a shot.” Fives started to sit up, apparently intent on taking his case straight to the Council as soon as he was properly dressed, but Torrent gently but firmly pushed his kih’vod back down. “Not until you’re quite a bit stronger. And if you try to get up before then, I’m calling Croissant in and making you his problem.” Helli winced in sympathy with her vod’ika. She had met the hypo-happy Coruscant Guard medic properly only once, and it hadn’t gone well. She’d just come back from a weeks-long deployment, which had left her sleep-deprived enough that Croissant had decided she needed a sedative. Unfortunately for him, she had been too tired to override her self-defence reflexes but not too tired to put him on the floor before either of them really knew what was happening. She hadn’t hurt him, and had apologised afterwards, but they were still wary (though respectful) of one another.

Fives obediently subsided. The threat had been all but empty – they did not want the Corries knowing anything was out of the ordinary if possible – but unnecessary. As an ARC trooper, Fives didn’t quite fit into the usual chain of command, but as a medic Torrent’s word in such matters was law. And Rex had seen another problem. “Besides, we need positive proof. We know you’re telling the truth, and the drugs the medics here found in your blood can’t have scrambled your brain enough that you’d imagine something like that, but Palpatine’s cover story is pretty convincing. Generals, could a Jedi tell the difference between the real truth and a delusion?”

“I’m not sure a Jedi could, even Master Yoda,” Helli said thoughtfully, “but a powerful Bene Gesserit truthsayer might.”

“Bene – what?” Anakin clearly hadn’t heard of them before.

“Gesserit. An ancient order of human females. Very secretive, but there’s a fair bit in the Archives about them. They’re thought to be at least as skilled as the Jedi in many ways, but rely on a deep knowledge of biology, not just the Force. It’s a long shot, but I might be able to pull some strings and bring in one of their truthsayers. She could convince the Council.”

“Via Lady Jessica?,” Spark put in. “Good idea. She did seem to like you – and you, vod.” He shot an almost mischievous smile at his sergeant.

“I think the General should tackle that.” Torrent answered the unspoken question. “I did steal from her the last time we met – temporarily and for a good reason,” he added quickly, for the benefit of Anakin, Rex and Fives, who hadn’t been on that counter-espionage mission.

“Valid,” Helli conceded. Rex had moved on to the next difficulty. “Getting this person to Coruscant unnoticed might be tricky, if she doesn’t have her own transport. None of us can leave the planet without attracting attention, and we can’t risk telling anyone else in either the army or the Jedi Order.”

“So we need a good pilot we can trust, who’s outside the system…,” Fives mused, before a grin spread across his face to match his commanders’ and brothers’. “Are you all thinking what I’m thinking?”

“I think so,” Anakin said. “But how do we find her?”

“Leave that to me as well,” Helli told him. “But please don’t ask for details. Least said, soonest mended.”

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“Lady Abbasa, what an unexpected pleasure.” Lady Jessica of Caladan’s voice gave nothing away, especially over the top-security hololink. (She had no known surname; the Bene Gesserit had concealed her parentage, and she was only Duke Leto Atreides’ bound concubine, not his wife. Officially, that left the Duke free for a political marriage, though it was common knowledge in his part of the galaxy that he would never marry another while Jessica lived, and that their son was his intended heir.) “I assume this is not a social call.”

“You assume correctly.” Helli cut right to the chase. “I find myself in need of the services of a Bene Gesserit truthsayer, as powerful as possible. I don’t believe I’m exaggerating when I say the fate of the galaxy might depend on it.”

“Is that so?” It was a genuine question, but Helli didn’t feel the need to answer it in words; her body language was doing the job, judging by the other woman’s close scrutiny. Jessica must have concluded that she was telling the truth, as far as she knew it. “As it happens, I believe I can help you. My former teacher, Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam, is an extremely skilled truthsayer. If I can persuade her that your request is important, and I know you would not ask if it were not, I will send you coordinates for a meeting place on this frequency and with this encryption.”

“That would be most helpful. Thank you very much.”

Jessica’s smile became wry. “I am Bene Gesserit. I exist only to serve. Much like you, I imagine.”

“A fair assessment.” Helli matched the older woman’s expression. “I must go. May the Force be with you, Lady Jessica.”

“And with you, Lady Abbasa.” Jessica hung up, and Helli allowed herself a sigh of relief before turning to her next task. Finding a pilot.

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‘Soka… Ahsoka paused, one hand on the door of her block of flats, as the soft voice hummed through her head. She didn’t immediately recognise it, but very few people called her that. Most Jedi and friends from outside the Order and GAR used her full first name, surname or title; clones, even Rex, had used her old rank. Even her master switched between Ahsoka and Snips. She could only think of two further possibilities, both trustworthy to a fault – or she had thought so, until a few months previously. If it were Master Plo calling her, she could at least get an apology out of him for abandoning her when she needed support as never before. Maybe that was the idea. And if it were the other one…

She turned and followed the voice as she would a physical sound, letting the Force guide her. She hadn’t been able to bear the thought of cutting herself off from it entirely, though she was careful; even in the course of a few months living hand-to-mouth in Coruscant’s lower levels, relying on her assortment of skills from her old life to earn enough credits for rent, food and even a second-hand speeder bike on the verge of breakdown, she had realised that the Jedi weren’t much more popular than the clones. Both were too closely associated with the war and all the problems it had brought. And she didn’t want to be found by the Order just yet, or anyone else. Though it looked as though she had been, despite all her precautions.

The voice led her to a dark alley a few streets from her home. She listened carefully, using her echolocation ability to try to sense any movement, even reached out through the Force, but against the background of the densely populated city-planet couldn’t be sure of anything. Finally, she stepped out into the mouth of the alley, peering into the gloom.

“Recipe for trouble, standing like that.” As Ahsoka’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could just make out a cloaked figure leaning casually against a wall. Perfectly still, all but invisible to echolocation. “You’re too visible. Didn’t your master teach you to be more careful?” The person had a near-perfect lower-levels Coruscant accent, but Ahsoka heard the differences even before they raised black-gloved hands to their hood and drew it back to reveal a very familiar face. She’d been right. “I don’t think so – Helli.”

“Very remiss of him.” The young Jedi Knight resumed her normal surface accent, laced with that of her birth-world, as she straightened up a little. “Good to see you, though, ‘Soka.”

“Good to see you too.” Ahsoka joined her friend in the shadows before anyone spotted her. The two females had known of one another for a long time – Togruta and Picti were relatively rare both outside their native planets and in the Jedi Order, and Helli in particular tended to stand out – and had even entered the Temple in the same year, although a four-year age gap is insurmountable when the parties involved are three and seven. They hadn’t really become friends until the war, when Helli had been assigned to Ahsoka’s master’s battalion, but bonds forged in battle are very hard to break. Ahsoka trusted Helli implicitly, and knew the sentiment was reciprocated. Still… “Does Skyguy know you’re here?”

“He knows I’m looking for you. So do Rex and my vod’ikase, but no-one else. And none of them know where we are.”

So this wasn’t for the Council. Anakin and Helli had finally gone rogue; Ahsoka could only assume it was for a good reason. She’d get to that later, but had another question to ask first. “How did you find me?”

Helli’s mischievous grin flashed white in the darkness. “There are advantages to being part of Master Tholme’s lineage. My master and his brother-in-training had quite a network of contacts, which I’ve inherited. And Togruta are conspicuous, as I’m sure you’ve realised. I circulated your description and the date you disappeared, and the network did the rest. Everyone in it is vetted, by the way; nobody’s going to sell you out to a bounty hunter.” That was a relief. Ahsoka didn’t like to remember the time Cad Bane had held her captive, or the incident on Florrum. She could look after herself, but would rather that weren’t necessary.

Eager to change the subject, she asked, “Why are you looking for me?”

Helli did her the courtesy of being honest – or at least as honest as possible. “We need a pilot to pick something up and bring it back here. Someone completely trustworthy but whose absence won’t be noticed. I’m afraid I can’t tell you more, for all our sakes, but it’s vitally important. And I’ll fill you in as soon as it’s safe to do so, I promise.”

“Sounds pretty serious.” Helli seldom did anything lightly, but this was unusual even for her.

“Deadly.” Helli seemed to mean that literally. Ahsoka read pain and grief in her friend’s Force-presence. Someone had already died because of whatever she was trying to stop or prevent, and she didn’t want anyone else to meet the same fate.

“I’ll help you as much as I can, but I don’t have any way of getting off-world.” Would she have used it, if she had? Probably not, she realised. Where would she go?

Helli held out a scrap of flimsi. At the top, in Skyguy’s messy handwriting, was an unfamiliar name and address; below that, in Helli’s careful script (not her note-taking one), was a set of coordinates. “Anakin said this gentleman would supply that if you mention his name, and that’s the rendezvous point. The cargo’s a person, a Bene Gesserit Reverend Mother. She’ll be veiled and all in black, and probably able to tell you your own life history. Six to four she’ll be the one to make contact. And this,” she handed Ahsoka a cheap commlink, “is a burner comm. Call the pre-programmed frequency when you have an ETA and a destination and I’ll meet you there.”

You’re unsettlingly good at this, Ahsoka thought, but all she said was, “I will. By the way, I notice you’re using Skyguy’s first name at last.” When she’d last worked with Helli, the two knights hadn’t quite been on first-name terms, despite their closeness in age.

Helli grinned again. “Yes, he finally convinced me, after a slight contretemps with a couple of virus droids. I’ll tell you the full story one day, and all about this mess. But for now, I just need you to trust me. Can you do that?”

“Of course.” Ahsoka might have lost faith in most of the Jedi Order, but Helli was different. She’d never lost sight of the Jedi’s ideals, never compromised her own more than absolutely necessary. As the former padawan made her way back to her flat, she knew she was on the right path.

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Without realising it, Helli had started pacing back and forth as she waited for ‘Soka’s shuttle to arrive. It was an old habit she’d been trying to break for years, with limited success. A Jedi should always be, or at least seem, patient and calm. But stillness had never sat well with Helli; ironically, her mind and soul were most at peace when her body was moving. And after the previous few days, filled with frenetic activity she’d had to conceal even from some of her closest friends, she needed to find that peace again, if only briefly.

She sensed the pilot before she heard, let alone saw, the ship. Ahsoka was strong with the Force even by Jedi standards, even without the Order around her or a master to train her. Which was just as well, given the state of the two-person shuttle coming in to land at one of Coruscant’s busiest civilian spaceports (a good choice of ‘Soka’s; in such a crowd, nobody would look twice at them). In other hands, the bucket of bolts might very easily have exploded or broken up on re-entry, let alone when it touched down. But it did neither, thankfully.

Helli waited until the familiar red, white and blue figure emerged from the flying death-trap before shouldering her way through the crush of people and ushering her friend and the black-clad woman with her towards her borrowed speeder, via somewhere they could talk a little more privately.

“Greetings, Reverend Mother,” she said once she could make herself heard. “I trust your journey was satisfactory?” The question was just a formality; she could deduce the answer already.

“Well, we got here in one piece,” the truthsayer conceded. “But I’ve always loathed space travel, especially in an accident waiting to happen like that thing. At least this young lady knows what she’s doing.” Her eyes, just visible beneath her veil, flicked briefly to Ahsoka before resuming their close scrutiny of Helli. “As I said to her, if some of my sisters met you two, I think they’d consider changing our entry criteria.” The Bene Gesserit only accepted certain human females. “There’s good blood in you, my girl.”

“And some that is less good.” The words slipped out as Helli focused on letting go of her annoyance at being called my girl, but they were true. Stored in her genetic information and her race-memory was the legacy of some disgraced, long-dissolved clans. Most of her species could probably say the same; Alban law did not allow the crimes of a parent to be visited on their children, even crimes that deserved exile, a fate usually worse than death for a people so linked to their planet. (It had taken Helli years to let go of that attachment.) She normally regarded those traces as warnings, examples of what not to do, but recently had come to be thankful for the guile and cunning her ancestors had bequeathed her.

All the same, that wasn’t a subject she wanted to discuss, so she steered the conversation well away from it. “My speeder’s this way. Ahsoka, are you coming with us?” They both knew she didn’t just mean returning to the Temple for a flying visit.

Ahsoka considered the question for a moment. “No. Not yet. And you don’t have to give me a lift, either. My bike’s not far away.”

“Fair enough.” Helli wanted her friend to come back, but wouldn’t force her to do anything against her will, or her best interests. “Well, if you change your mind, you’ll be very welcome. The Temple hasn’t been the same without you, or the Steadfast.” Anakin’s flagship, successor to the Resolute.

“I’ll think about it.” Ahsoka pulled Helli into a quick hug, which she reciprocated in full, automatically resting her forehead against her sister’s in a Mandalorian-style keldabe. Stars, ‘Soka was getting tall, already about Helli’s height even discounting her montrals, and probably still growing. A civilian diet clearly agreed with her. “May the Force be with you, and try not to crash.”

“And with you, and I’ll do my best.” As Ahsoka headed for her own transport, Helli led Mohiam the rest of the way to a speeder borrowed from the same contact as the shuttle, and in about the same shape. At least it was untraceable and had a roof and tinted windows. Mercifully, the Reverend Mother stayed quiet until they were in the never-ending chaos of Coruscant’s traffic system, and Helli was fighting to remember that she was in friendly territory and not, technically, combat.

“I must say, you’re something of a puzzle,” Mohiam finally commented, moments after a particularly tricky intersection. “You’ve suffered and inflicted violence, but seldom kill, and I don’t believe you have ever taken a person’s life. You long for children, but know you will never have any. Your emotions run deep, but you aren’t influenced by them. You’re an idealist with a pragmatic streak a parsec wide; utterly trustworthy, but devious. Quite a paradox.”

“So I’ve been told.” Helli was concentrating on the journey to their destination, finally parking a discreet but convenient distance from the Temple. She scrambled out of the speeder and helped her passenger to do the same, then turned her attention to the next problem. Which of the routes to their rendezvous with the others would be best?

Mohiam made up her own mind while Helli was still mulling the question over, striding to the main doors with perfect self-confidence. Hurrying after her, the Jedi was just in time to hear the Bene Gesserit command the Temple guardians on duty, “Let us through, then forget you saw us.” Her tone was strange, enticing and compelling even to the strong-willed young woman; the guardians obeyed without question.

“That was Voice?,” Helli whispered when they were alone again. She had read about the Bene Gesserit’s equivalent of Force-compulsion, irresistible to anyone without special training and just as unethical as the Jedi version. Mohiam only nodded. “Impressive, but I’d rather you didn’t use it again. Not on my brothers and sisters. Now, if memory serves…” She led the way down little-used corridors to the room where she and Anakin had asked the Jedi Council – the part of it on-planet, at least – to meet them. Leaving Mohiam just outside, she unlocked the door with the Force and went in.

“Young Abbasa. Good of you to join us at last.” As ever, the compassion Helli always sensed from Master Windu took the bite out of his words. “Now perhaps you and Skywalker will tell us why you’ve summoned us like this, and why you’re being so secretive.”

“In a moment, Master.” Helli sounded far more serene than she felt. She glanced at Anakin, who just smiled and tapped the commlink on his arm. A green light indicated that his and Spark’s anti-surveillance sensor and jamming signal were working perfectly. The only bugs in the room were organic. “I know we both owe you all an explanation, but there’s someone else far more qualified to give it.” She reached out to her vod’ika, sending, You can come in now.

A hidden door opened behind the Council to reveal Fives, paler than usual but clearly alive and likely to remain so, especially if Torrent had anything to do with it. The medic had agreed to let his kih’vod out of bed only under his direct supervision, and was therefore hovering behind him, but Fives was the centre of attention. Helli noted the Council’s reactions while Fives told his story, ranging from unreadable (Master Yoda and Master Windu) to almost open joy (Master Ti, Master Fisto and, surprisingly, Master Kenobi) at first, shifting to universal shock and outrage laced with caution as the tale unfolded. As she had expected.

“If what you’re saying is true…,” Master Ti began. She was on the verge of believing that, Helli thought.

“That’s the problem,” Master Windu pointed out, quite reasonably. “I know you believe what you’re saying, Fives, but how can we be sure that that’s what actually happened?”

“There was no sign of any sort of infection when the Healers examined him,” Torrent put in. “And the drugs they found wouldn’t cause that kind of hallucination. Check with them if you don’t believe me.”

“We do,” Master Kenobi assured him. “Unfortunately, absence of evidence is not evidence of absence. If what Fives just told us is true, Palpatine’s covered his tracks well.”

“Not well enough,” Helli countered. “I took the liberty of calling in some outside help.” She looked to Mohiam, who had slipped in when she opened the main door under cover of Fives’ arrival and hidden in a shadowed corner. “Reverend Mother, what do you make of Fives’ testimony?”

A wave of consternation washed through the assembled Jedi Masters as the black-clad figure stepped forward, drawing back her veil to reveal a stern, age-worn but still beautiful face. “On my word as a Reverend Mother of the Bene Gesserit and a truthsayer, the clone spoke the truth as it is, and not merely as he saw it.”

That put the nexu among the nuna. Helli’s voice rang out over the sudden babble of conversations. “I will vouch for her and for my brother, on my honour as a Pict of Clan Abbasa and as a Knight of the Jedi Order.” Not so long ago, that would have been enough. She was one of their own. Family. But Barriss, Krell and Dooku had been family as well. Trust me, she silently begged them. Trust us. Or we’re all boiled.

Her prayers were answered by Master Yoda, the eventual spokesman for the half-Council. “Accept your statements, we do. Removed from office, the Chancellor must be, as soon as possible.” Helli couldn’t speak for relief as the Council, Anakin, Fives and Torrent (with commentary from Mohiam) began to plan their next steps. They had believed her, and more importantly Fives. There was hope for the galaxy after all.

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Mando’a glossary:

Vod: brother, sister, sibling. Kih’ (factual) and ‘ika (affectionate) are diminutives; -(s)e is the plural ending.

Just to be clear, Helli does like and respect Anakin and understand at least some of his feelings (as do I); she’s just getting a bit fed up with everything.

#star wars #The Clone Wars #Anakin Skywalker #jedi oc #captain rex #fives #clone trooper oc #clone trooper spark #jessica #Ahsoka Tano #gaius helen mohiam #mace windu #shaak ti #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Master Yoda #CrossOver #fanfic #healing au

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ao3feed-bakusquad · 2 years

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That Time Bakugou Fucked Up Badly

That Time Bakugou Fucked Up Badly by Melanthios

In Katsuki's defence, he had been tired from a restless night kicking his ass, so he couldn't really be blamed as to what he was or wasn't going to do, right?

Right?

Aka, Bakugou fucks up and Midoriya isn't taking it lightly

Rated T for swearing

Words: 1011, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Things I Wrote at 3am

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Iida Tenya, Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu, Todoroki Shouto

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Dekusquad, Midoriya Izuku is a Little Shit, Midoriya Izuku is a Problem Child, Midoriya Izuku is So Done, BAMF Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Swears, Let Midoriya Izuku Swear, bakugou is traumatized, Aizawa really said “I'm not even here I'm a hallucination”, Author Is Sleep Deprived, no beta we die like Bakugou once Midoriya is done with him

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40388649

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Bakugou #♠#Bakugou Katsuki #Izuku Midoriya #Eijirou Kirishima #💥#💣#R:T #A:Melanthios

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goldencherryhazz · 3 years

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Touch

A/N: I went a little wild with this one, it a little messy but I hope you enjoy. Notes would be much appreciated, pls don’t copy my work! And as you can see I couldn’t think of a title lol.

Warnings: smut, masterbation, degradation, daddy kink, squirting, pure filth!

You know Harry didn’t like it when you played with yourself, the only acceptation he would make was when he was on tour but even then he would get you to FaceTime him so he could watch and guide you so that you would have the best orgasm, he always wanted to control your pleasure and to be fair any appendage of his body was ten times more pleasurable than your own. His fingers were longer and thicker and reached spots you didn’t even know existed, his tongue did wonders and flicked your bud just the right way, his cock was a whole other story you could only describe it as magical and you would never argue against that.

In your defence you knew that Harry recording vocals for his album this week and he was tired from countless late nights at work, he would always be frustrated with himself if he didn’t get a note for a song pitch perfect, and then he would just get mad at himself trying it over and over again but still not happy with it, then Jeff and the team would force him to go home after a while in fear that he would wear his voice out and have to go on vocal rest and the fact that he was probably going to burst from his pent up anger, and when he got back home he would just want to cuddle and go to sleep so you thought you would take care of yourself before he got back.

Once he did get home he had calmed down slightly, driving always seemed to calm him down for some strange reason. He got inside aiming to go straight to bed where he thought you would be, but when he goes past the bathroom he heard a small whimper, he had to do a double take at first but when the same sound comes from you again he was ready to burst through the door but decided to wait a few minutes to let you have your fun, because after this you wouldn’t be cumming for days.

Your moans start to get a little louder through the door and when he hears a loud shout of his name, well the preferred name you always called him when it came to doing anything sexual (‘daddy’) he burst through the door knowing you were probably about to cum, to find you sat on the edge of the bathtub fingers buried deep inside your head thrown back, which slowly lifted up in shock. You hadn’t even heard him come in the house, you thought you would of had plenty of time but you had obviously lost track being so lost in pleasure. The stern look on his face told you that you were in deep shit, so you opt to remove your fingers from your pussy and put both hands in your lap.

‘Well what do we have here baby’ he saunters in coming to stand right over you from your perch on the bathtub, he immediately noticing the pool of your juices on the floor.

‘Harry I didn’t’ you started before he made eye contact, the fury in his eyes was enough to shut you up.

‘First of all it’s daddy to you, and secondly how many times did you cum?’

‘Sorry daddy, I came twice’

‘hmm twice to many baby don’t you think, I see you squirted aswell didn’t you’

‘Yes d-daddy’ his eyes boar into yours and you couldn’t help but feel slightly intimidated.

‘You know daddy doesn’t like it when someone else touches his pretty little peach don’t you’

You nod, ‘my pussy belongs to you daddy, I’m sorry for touching myself’ you say quickly knowing that any excuse you had as to why you were playing with yourself wouldn’t work.

‘Hmm, now that’s what I like to hear’ he couldn’t help but get slightly hard at that but he quickly thinks about something else to not give you the satisfaction.

He averts his eyes to the floor quickly taking in the pool of your clear juices once again, a cynical smirk overtakes his features which instantly made you panic knowing he had something brewing up in that head of his.

He looks back at you ‘I want you to clean up your mess for me’ he says reaching his hand up to your jaw his thumb resting heavy in your bottom lip making it snap back when he released it again, ‘don’t want you to use a towel or anything like that, want you to use that pretty little mouth of yours, do you think you can do that? He asks even though you didn’t really have a choice.

‘Yes daddy’ you comply getting down on you knees still only wearing a t-shirt, hissing as the cold tiles make contact with your bare legs. You lower your head so your nose is just above your juices your hair falling onto the floor which is quickly resolved when Harry crouches down beside your form and grabs it and makes it into a makeshift pony tail at the back of your head before lowering you head down practically pressing you face into the wetness almost a signal to start cleaning up.

You lips start smacking against the tiled floors, the slurping sounded quite disgusting and made the heat rise to your cheeks in embarrassment, but you knew he wouldn’t let you out of the bathroom till you had licked up every last drop.

‘Such a filthy fucking whore aren’t ya, doing anything daddy says’

Your hair being yanked slightly at every word to accentuate his statement as you hum again the floor, not being to come out with a proper respond without it being muffled.

Once Harry sees you are done he pulls your head up by your hair so that you are sat on in your calves, your chin slightly wet, your eyes had this fucked out look in them from being that submissive for him. He kissed you on the lips for the first time since he caught you, dipping his tongue into your mouth to have a taste, the kiss ends just as quick as it started just as you were starting to enjoy having his lips on yours, he runs a finger along your chin collecting the remainder of your juices and then dipping it into his mouth before moving to stand up.

‘C’mon come to bed where you can dream about cumming, cause if you think I’m touching you for the next week you can think again, you’ve been a very bad girl’

Before you even got the chance to get up off the floor he was already walking to the bedroom, he was angry from earlier and you had just added fuel to the fire and he had contained it very well if he said so himself. At the same time he couldn’t keep the small smirk off of his face, cause he was definitely going to have fun with you.

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Fast forward 3 days and your clit was throbbing and in desperate need of a release. To make it even worse Harry had had a few days off so the teasing was constant, he walked around the house in little to no clothes, made sure to leave the bathroom door slightly open to make sure you heard his moans when he jerked himself off in the shower almost loud enough that you would hear even from the living room. The way he would spoon you when you were cuddling or in bed, he would shuffle around and press his cock right between your ass cheeks so that you felt him even through layers of clothes.

The sexual deprivation was driving you insane to say the least. You were currently in bed reading a book Harry doing the same, well you were reading that was until you caught the sight of your boyfriend, before he was sat with his legs straight out infront of him but being the fidget-bum his is he had now moved his knees towards his chest and spread them slightly his feet planted on the bed. The fabric of his shorts tightened over the area between his legs, outlining his cock and balls perfectly, his thighs looking deliciously thick, the muscles of his tattooed arm flexed as he flicked through the pages of his book, the shirt he was wearing was practically skin tight making you ogle his figure at the head of the bed, from you spot on your belly further.

You don’t realise your shifting your legs together as you watch him, your panties now getting undeniably wet, trying to relieve some of the ever building pressure, the movement catching Harry’s attention.

‘What are you doing darling’ he looks at you knowingly.

‘Nothing’ stopping the movement of your legs, shying away from his gaze, staring at the words on the page you were currently on but not actually reading them.

‘Staring at me weren’t you, rubbing those soft little legs together’

‘Can’t help it, you look really good sat like that’ she says innocently.

‘What about a the rest of the time, do I not look good then’

‘Course you look good, it’s just- I can see the outline of you cock really good from here, making me soo wet, pretty sure I’ve ruined these panties by now.’

Well to bad baby, shouldn’t have been a bad girl the other day’ he retorts going back to reading planning on ignoring her desperate pleas.

‘Pretty please daddy, will you touch me’ making him huff and look back up at you, getting a little frustrated.

‘Oh it’s daddy now is it, you have your own fingers don’t you baby?’

‘But it’s not the same as when you do it’ she also knew that if she did touch herself again it would only prolong her punishment, but at this moment in time you was close to loosing it with how horny you were.

‘Well that didn’t stop you the other day did it’ he points out.

You whine ‘no baby don’t you get all bratty with me, I could’ve had you over my knee spanking your ass right now, would’ve made you feel it for days, but I bet you would have loved that though, cause you’re such a filthy girl, aren’t you’

‘Answer me, are you a filthy girl?’

‘Yes daddy I am’

‘Good now we have that established I am going to carry on reading, and I suggest you stop speaking before I have you over my knee, is that clear baby girl’

‘Yes daddy’ you say submissively doing as he said.

20 minutes had passed when an idea popped into your head, you had been warned not to talk and you knew the consequences but your mouth was moving before you had time to process it.

‘Daddy can we touch ourselves together, I-I mean like masterbate together’ you explain even though Harry already knew what you meant.

He looked at you in annoyance, but in his head he was absolutely pining at your suggestion. Getting to watch you touch yourself all spread out for him, and him doing the same. The past few days had also been torture for him too, he tried to replicate your touch when the was running his hand up and down his cock in the shower, but it wasn’t even close to the way your soft hands would stroke him, he had to resist pounding into you multiple times from just watching you do daily tasks, yesterday you were bending over the dining-room table to reach the vase of now dead flowers to put a new bunch in, you were wearing leggings so when you bent over he got a perfect view off your ass, he really wanted keep you bent over it as he pounded you into the table, he had to take himself to the small gym he had set up in the basement to calm himself down.

He closed his eyes and let out a angry sigh. He hated how much he was caving right now. He was adamant he wasn’t going to let you cum for the next week but your suggestion was too hard to resist. So if he wasn’t touching you he would still be carrying through with his punishment. Right?

He hadn’t said a single word yet, and you were almost certain he was going to say no, but when he marked the page he was on in his book and threw it down into the bed it brought a flicker of hope within you.

‘C’mere’ he murmured, making you scramble up the bed kneeling between his spread legs.

He cups your cheek ‘you were a bad girl the other night, made daddy upset. Didn’t think I was good enough, that I couldn’t satisfy you’

‘Daddy you always satisfy me, make me cum so fucking hard, no ones ever touched or fucked me the way you do’ you say truthfully.

‘And who do you belong to’

‘You daddy, always been you’ this tips him over the edge his cock hardening making a tent in his shorts.

‘That’s a good girl, now I’m going to let you cum, but on one condition, we don’t touch each other whatsoever, still gotta keep up with your punishment even if you did say all those nice things to daddy’

‘Okay, thankyou daddy’ a wave of relief washes over you, itching to just get on with it now.

‘Strip for me then’ you immediately start shuffling out of your clothes as if he had read your mind.

He does the same, moving to the middle of the headboard so that there would be more room, once you are finally naked and turn your head towards Harry again you gawk at him, he looked soo hot with his legs spread, his pretty cock hard up against his belly, he looked delicious. You catch yourself staring, quickly snapping out of it, moving to sit across from Harry replicating his position only being inches away from his form, your juices had made your pussy nice and slick practically glistening.

‘God you’re so wet haven’t even touched you, shit you’re such a filthy little slut’ he groaned, desperately wanting to reach out and run his fingers through your folds to get a taste.

‘Open’ he instructs quickly placing his fingers onto your mouth.

You were about to say something about the no touching rule but decide against it cause in reality he was going to do whatever he wanted anyway. So you let his fingers enter your mouth and happily suck on them, humming as you do. Just as quickly as he put them in he retracted his hand and brought it down to his throbbing cock, spreading the wetness from your mouth up and down his length.

‘What now daddy’ you ask knowing that if you did anything he didn’t want you to do he would probably stop all of this immediately, so you decide to teed carefully.

‘Touch those pretty tits for me’ he says going straight to tugging his leaky cock. So you bring your fingers down to your nipples, the coldness of them making you hiss when the come into contact instantly hardening them, you slowly begin to tweak the nubs between you thumb and index finger.

‘That’s it, just like how daddy does it except he’d have his mouth on you tits sucking and biting them marking you up just the way you like’ he says knowing this was getting you even more riled up.

After a couple of minutes he stops you ‘now I want you to tease that sweet cunt of yours, don’t you dare put a finger in your tight little hole until I say, is that’s clear’

‘Yes daddy’ you say making eye contact with him as you start to touch your clit.

The sight could have made him cum right there and then, his beautiful girl touching her perfect pussy like daddy had told her to, it got him impossibly harder as he was now moving his hand up and down faster, circling the sensitive head every once in a while.

Moan after moan was pouring out of your mouth, rubbing deep circle into your clit, the sight of your boyfriend getting himself off at the same time was incredibly hot.

‘You can dip those finger into your sweet pussy of yours now baby, doing so good for me’ he was desperate to see your face morph into one of pleasure.

You moan again at his words instantly slipping two finger inside of you, not having to be told twice. You bury them to the hilt curling them up, hitting your g-spot, the sensation making you bite your lip to suppress you moans but it was no use as one escaped you and your eyes roll back. You start building a rhythm which was subconsciously at the same time as Harry ran his hand up and down his length.

‘Go faster sweet girl, just like daddy does’ you whimpered already getting close to falling over the edge, you feverishly grasped the sheets trying to keep you body up.

‘Nobody does it like you though daddy’ you were never able to replicate the actions of his fingers and the way they worked at your cunt.

Harry groans and moans had increased as he got closer and closer ‘shit I’m gonna cum’ he says his cock twitching, a long purple vein bulging as his hand now stroking himself faster then before, you really wanted to lick up the underside of his length you practically drooled at the thought.

‘Can I please cum with you daddy’

‘No baby, daddy’s gonna cum first. Wanna cum on that pussy of yours, seeing as I can’t cum inside you. C-can you spread you folds for me, can you do that for me’ he slurred out inching closer to you.

You do as he says removing your fingers then spreading you folds for him ‘want you to cum on my pussy daddy, want it soo bad’ he reaches his spare hand to fondle his balls and with a few more pumps, that mixed with your words he was done for ‘shiiit I’m cumming’ he shouts rope after rope landing on you cunt and thighs, the sensation of his warm cum on your pussy making you feel all fuzzy and bringing you to the brink once again.

His legs start to shake from the oversensitivity, his hand slowly riding out the waves of his orgasm, eyes clamped shut, his mouth still hung open soft moans tumbling out of it. ‘You good daddy’ you ask as he finally opens his eyes again.

‘Hmmm, made me cum soo hard, such a filthy little thing, look at you pretty pussy covered in my cum, looks soo good baby’ he swipes some sweaty curls that he’d fallen onto his forehead.

‘Can I have a taste daddy’

Course baby, as long as I get one aswell’

You quickly bring your fingers and collect the mixture of you twos juices, bringing them to you mouth, humming at the taste that now laid heavy on your tongue, you replicate the action again but this time bring your fingers to Harry’s awaiting mouth, he took your finger in sucking in them greedily, his soft moans making shiver run up your spine.

‘Can I cum now daddy, please daddy’ you whimpered.

‘Been such a good girl for daddy, been waiting for soo long, bet your poor little cunts aching by now. Make yourself cum for me baby’

You instantly plunge your finger into your hole, Harry’s cum making you even slicker but sticky all at the same time, the area between your legs must have looked a mess, but Harry thought it was the most hottest and beautiful things he had seen, his cock getting excited again but he would deal with that in a bit.

You fingers move inside of you at a quick pace, even adding a third the sting of the stretch morphing into pleasure. ‘Tell you what baby, if you squirt for me we can cockwarm later, promise I won’t make you clean up the mess like I made you do the other day’

You whimper, how could you deny that it was impossible in fact, the last part would have made you laugh but you were too caught up in pleasure ‘okay daddy, I’ll s-squirt for you’

Your fingers were now going frantically fast, and when you feel like a balloon was forming in you lower belly you cried out in relief ‘found the spot haven’t you, gonna soak the sheets, gonna soak me angel’ he moaned. You were seconds away from your sweet release when you threw your head back breaking eye contact with Harry which he didn’t like one bit ‘look at me baby, wanna watch you fall apart, gonna cum for me, cum for daddy’ and with that you couldn’t hold it anymore your orgasm collapsing on top of you, the balloon inside you also bursting resulting in you squirting over the sheets and part of Harry’s lower half ‘thankyou daddy, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou’ was all you managed to get out, Harry swore he could have cum at the sight of you, fingers still slowly moving in and out of you pulsating cunt, trying to come down from your high. You looked utterly fucked out and it boosted his ego knowing that the majority of you pleasure was coming from him and he hadn’t even touched you. You eventually collapse flat in the bed not being able to hold yourself up any longer, still out of breath like you had tuna marathon.

‘Fuck you’re soo hot baby, came soo hard and squirted like daddy told you, now you get to have my cock in your tight little cunt later cause you’ve been such a good girl for daddy’ you moan at that.

‘Mhhh love being your good girl, don’t know if I like being your bad girl more though’

‘Let’s stick to being good shall we, don’t think I can handle not being able to be inside you and it’s only been 3 days, think I would shrivel up if I have to do it again.’ He chuckled making you laugh tiredly. Soon you feel him crawl up between your legs before leaning over you until you two were face to face. ‘Kissy’ he asks puckering his lips making you smile wildly, leaning up to kiss his plump lips, the both of you feeling as if you were on cloud 9 now indulging in one another as their lips pressed, and tongues danced with each other.

Maybe all that torture wasn’t soo bad after all.

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maemelany · 3 years

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Fixing the Broken (Part 3)

Summary: People say that time heals all wounds. In your case, time made it worse.

You’ve been married to Chris for five years, but his absence spoke louder than his words. After 5 years of trying, you’ve decided that you’ve had enough, and you left him. But Chris doesn’t want to let you go; he doesn’t want to give up on your marriage.

Would he be able to fix what you consider irretrievably broken?

Warnings: Angst, tiny tiny mentions of sex

Word Count: 2.6 k

Pairing : Chris Evans x Reader

A/N: I hope you like this one. I can’t wait for your reactions about this one. I can only imagine what @fallenoutofrose will have to say about Chris’s behavior in this part 😂

Enjoy and let me know if you want me to add you to the tag list

Love x Mae ❤️

Masterlist

Prologue , Part 1 , Part 2 Part 4

“It is better to hope than despair.”

-Lailah Gifty Akita,

You finally knocked. After standing in front of that door for what felt like an eternity now, you finally knocked. Your legs felt like jelly, and your heart was pounding in your chest. You were feeling more anxious than the day of your wedding, and the irony of the situation made you almost laugh. Almost, but not quite. You were about to when Lisa opened the door.

She was as radiant as ever, a big, warm smile on her face. Honestly, it surprised you. You knew that she knew. Now that Chris was back, there was no way Lisa wouldn’t know what was going on. That man told everything to his mother.

Lisa let you in, and you followed her into the living room. The house felt like a second home to you. Actually, it felt more like home than your place with Chris sometimes. There was always something happening here. When you left your house, you almost came here. But you felt like it was unfair to Chris. Lisa was his mom, and her house was his safe place, not yours.

“Chris told me everything. How are you holding up honey, are you okay?” Lisa asked you

Her kindness broke your last defence. Her genuine, motherly concern about you made you feel guilty that you didn’t come to her sooner. Lisa had always been so kind to you, taking you in as her own daughter from the moment Chris introduced you as his girlfriend. Your lips started to shiver as you were trying your best to hold the tears back.

“Oh, honey… please don’t cry.”

She took you in her arms, and you broke into tears. It may have lasted five minutes or an hour; you weren’t sure. These days you were crying so much it was just the new normal.

Your best friend had been a great support to you, but she had to. She was your best friend. Chris’s mom was supposed to be on his side, defending her son’s best interest. Not yours.

“Why didn’t you tell me things were that bad, Y/N?” Lisa asked you

You looked away. Somehow ashamed that you thought Lisa would reject you.

“I … I don’t know. Chris is your son, and…”

“And you’re my daughter. Y/N, you’re family. We all love you!” Lisa said, taking your hands into hers. “Plus, I bet some even love you more than Chris,” Lisa joked.

You laughed, feeling a little bit more at ease now. “I’m sorry…” you whispered.

“Don’t be. I am sorry we didn’t see anything,” Lisa said

You shook your head. It wasn’t their fault. They weren’t responsible, Chris and you were. It was your marriage, after all.

Lisa asked for your version of the story, and you could tell she was trying to be as partial as possible. You hated that you had to put her in that situation. She cringed when you told her Chris didn’t notice you were gone until he went to Carly’s place.

“That boy…” she said, shaking her head. “I’m so sorry, honey,” she said, a sad expression on her face.

“It’s not your fault Lisa. Actually, it’s not even Chris’s fault. I can’t force him to stay married to me,” You said

“You think he feels… forced to be with you?”

You shrugged. “I mean… why else would he be as far away from me as he possibly could?”

Lisa watched you closely. You could tell she wanted to say something but was refraining herself.

“You two should talk. Maybe you could solve this…” Lisa said

“I don’t think us talking would do any good. We tried that yesterday; you should have seen how shi… messy it was”

Lisa tried to hide her smile when you stopped yourself from swearing. “If talking to each other doesn’t work, maybe you should try talking to someone else…” Lisa suggested

You frowned. You didn’t see how Chris and you talking to Lisa would help. Yes, Lisa was a wise woman, but as she said herself, she was your mother both. Knowing Chris, he would take it personally if his mother called his shit out about his marriage. You still remembered what happened the last time Lisa agreed with you instead of Chris. He was salty for days.

“I love you, Lisa, but I don’t think talking to you would fix this,” you gently said

Lisa laughed. “I wasn’t talking about me, honey. I meant a therapist.”

“A therapist? Like couples therapy, you want us to go to couples therapy?” you asked.

Lisa nodded. You never thought about that.

“I thought couples therapy was supposed to happen before couples decide they want a divorce.”

“Not necessarily. It could help you express your feelings in a safe place. And, you decided you wanted a divorce, honey. I don’t think Chris agrees with you.”

You frowned. If Lisa thought the warm smile would help you accept the subtle criticism easier, she was wrong. You were even worse than Chris when it came to being right.

You loved being right and hated being told that you could have done something wrong, especially in that very particular situation. You were right. You had to be right. It would kill you to realize you were wrong and left the man you loved for nothing.

“Do you think I went too far…” You said, the tears resurfacing

“Oh no,” Lisa immediately told you. “You did what was right for you, and that’s the most important. I can’t even imagine how you must have felt, alone in that big house.”

A huge weight lifted off your shoulders. Secretly you thought people didn’t understand you. You were married to Chris Evans, living what they thought should be a fairy tale.

Even though you and Chris were what people called a private couple, he would sometimes tell things about you or express his love for you when he was being interviewed. When those things happened, your friends would always send you messages, reminding you how lucky you were.

They didn’t know how far they were from the truth. Most of the time, you were alone in your bed when you were reading their messages. Alone and lonely.

People think they know things about your life, your marriage, but they don’t. They would have to walk in your shoes, feel what you daily felt to actually understand.

When you left Lisa’s house, she had convinced you. She made you realize that even though things between You and Chris were pretty bad, your relationship was worth saving, or at least you owed it to Chis and yourself to try. Even if therapy didn’t work, you still owed it to yourself and Chris to end things the most peacefully possible. Before being your husband, he was your friend. You needed at least that friendship to be saved.

Instead of going back to your best friend’s place, you went home. It wasn’t even a conscious decision. You started driving and found yourself taking the way home. Instead of turning back, you continued. You realized waiting wouldn’t help. You’d waited so much already, now was the time to act.

As you opened your front door, you felt submerged with that particular sent. You were home. Despite what you told Chris yesterday, this house was your home. You chose almost every piece of furniture.

Chris was more than happy to leave it to you; he didn’t understand why you needed so many pillows on the bed or a particular shade of beige for the dining chairs. Instead of explaining everything, you would just ask for his opinion when it was absolutely necessary. Plus, it was hard to decorate a house via FaceTime.

Thinking of it now, decorating this house helped you manage your loneliness for some time. You were proud of every single room, from your bedroom to the laundry room.

You found Chris and Dodger sleeping on the sofa. You weren’t surprised. The couch was probably Chris’ favorite spot in the whole house. You had your office, and he had this sofa.

You were tempted to lay next to them. They felt like home. But you didn’t want to wake Chris up. If there was one thing Chris was lacking, it was sleep. You also noticed the dark circles under his eyes yesterday, and the current situation was not helping his sleep deprivation.

When you noticed a few takeout boxes in the room, you knew exactly how to occupy yourself. Chris used to love your cooking. Your skills were definitely better than his, but as your husband liked to say, one cannot be good at everything. You smiled when you remembered how you would tease him about his horrible cooking skills, and he would remind you how messy you were.

Even now, after thirty minutes of cooking, the countertop looked more like a war zone than a kitchen island.

“It smells good.”

You jumped. You didn’t see Chris coming, and now you had tomato sauce all over your blouse.

“Chris! You scared me!” you said, looking at him.

He was leaning against the opposite wall, observing you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

You looked at him with more attention. He looked less tired. You wanted to say something, but Dodger was all over you before you could open your mouth.

“Hey, baby. I missed you so much,” you said to your dog.

Dodger started to bark. The high pitch he usually reserved to Chris when he was coming back home after long periods of absence.

It broke your heart.

“He missed you,” Chris finally said

You didn’t know what to reply. You didn’t want to say something that would create a hostile environment for the rest of the evening.

“I need to change myself,” you said, showing your now stained blouse.

You were gone before Chris could even blink. Once in your bedroom, you found everything exactly as you left it. You rolled your eyes, mentally asking yourself how Chris could be so organized. And then you realized he wasn’t that organized. It wasn’t just the bedroom that was exactly as you left it. The walking closet and the bathroom were too.

Chris wasn’t sleeping in your room, and you wondered why.

When you went downstairs, you found him making the table.

“I thought I’d made myself useful,” Chris said when he saw you.

You smiled. That was the kind of evening you used to dream about. You and your husband casually sharing dinner together.

Chris was very attentive, serving you wine, asking you if you needed anything. You wished you could be so relaxed. You wished you weren’t about to drop a massive bomb on him.

“Why aren’t you sleeping in our bedroom?”

Your question surprised you both.

“I… I don’t know. It doesn’t seem… right.”

You looked at each other, your eyes saying more than a thousand words. Again, you were reminded how easy it would be to just give in, to just come back. But it would be a temporary relief, one you would only enjoy until he’d decide to leave again.

It took you the whole dinner, and filling the dishwasher, and watching the first part of a show to gather enough courage and tell Chris you two needed to see a therapist.

It happened before he was about to kiss you. You could feel it in his eyes, the way they became darker, and the way his body leaned closer to yours. You could feel your heart beating faster and the room suddenly feeling hotter than before.

You wanted to give in, you missed his touch, you missed his kisses. You missed sex with your husband. But you knew it would make things more difficult. Sex had never been a problem in your relationship. Actually, it made you forget about the problems. You couldn’t remember how many times you were on the verge of telling Chris you weren’t happy with the situation and totally forgot about it the minute his hands were on you.

“No,” you said, standing up.

You started walking around the room, trying to compose yourself. It was frustrating how all your perfect, well-prepared plans got ruined the second you were around Chris.

“Y/N,” Chris whispered.

“No, we are not having sex!” you half screamed.

You needed to convince not only Chris but yourself that you were not having sex tonight. But looking at him, looking at him, looking at you made things very hard, literally and figuratively speaking.

“We’re going to therapy,” you quickly said

Chris blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”

You cleared your throat. “I said, we are going to therapy.”

You could tell he was surprised. You didn’t know if it was good or bad.

“Y/N… I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

It was your turn to be surprised. You opened your mouth but closed it immediately after. You wanted Chris to explain himself before jumping to conclusions.

“With how public we are and…”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you said, anger quickly possessing your whole body.

“Y/N…”

“You’re worried about your reputation? Do you even want us to be together, Chris?” you asked him.

“I’m not worried about my reputation. I’m worried about… our privacy.”

“Chris, therapists have a duty of confidentiality,” You said, raising your voice.

“Well, you won’t believe how many people would break it given the right sum,” he screamed back.

You wanted to scream, anything that would release the frustration you were feeling inside.

“Do you even want to fix this?” you ask, as calmly as you were able to

Chris huffed. “I was begging you to come home with me yesterday. Of course, I want to fix this.”

You crossed your arms. “me coming home right now would not fix things; it would bring us back to this,” you said, throwing your hands up.

“And this is so bad, right?” Chris asked, bitterness in his voice.

“No, this is perfect. This is what I want permanently. It will kill me to come back to this if this is not forever.”

The room went silent. So many emotions went through Chris’s eyes, and you were trying to decode them all.

Chris finally drew a long breath. “I am not going to couples therapy.”

His words stung more than you could have imagined. They also unleashed the silent anger that was rising inside of you since the beginning of that conversation.

But instead of screaming and crying and pleading with Chris, you reached for your handbag. You were done trying to negotiate with him. You were done trying to spare his feelings.

You removed the divorce papers that had been sitting in your bag for days now. You threw them on the coffee table near Chris and waited for him to look at them.

You could see him become very pale, and if you weren’t that angry, you would be worried.

“Are they…” He started

“Yes. Divorce papers. We go to therapy, or you sign them. It’s your choice.”

Chris was startled. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I’m more than serious. I have a pen if you want to sign now.”

You looked serene, but inside, your heart was dropping lower with every second Chris wasn’t doing anything. You knew you were forcing his hand, but he left you no other choice.

“So, what is it going to be, Chris?”

Chris took the divorce agreement into his hands, and you held your breath. Your heart started beating again when he tore them in half.

He gave you a deadly stare, but at this point, you didn’t care anymore. He could be angry, scream at you, even hate you, as long as it meant you were doing something to try to fix things, you could take it all.

“Text me when you find a therapist you can trust,” you said before taking your bag to leave.

If he thought you’d be the only one sweating for this, he couldn’t be more wrong. It takes two to tango. It was about damn time for Chris to act. Because you were sure that this time feeling sorry or even good sex wouldn’t fix things.

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ficforce · 3 years

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Asakusa Crush Part 2

Shinmon Benimaru x Reader SFW / NSFW No set timeline New relationship

Y/N had to hide a giggle behind her hand as she brought more sake over to the table, she had heard that Benimaru had been lured into drinking tonight and was pleased it was in her grandfather’s bar. A few people from the market, a couple of Company 7 and Benimaru sat around the table, a serious game of Cho-Han going on with a large wager. She knelt down at a space on the table and collected up the empty bottles before putting out full ones, she looked at Benimaru’s face again and held in her laughter - he was smiling so cutely. Apparently, it was something that happened when he drank, it was something he had no control of and it changed his usually sullen face completely.

“He’ll get grumpy if you laugh at him, Y/N,” she hadn’t realised that Konro was to her left, he was drinking quietly in comparison to the others, seemingly there to watch people lose their money rather than his own.

“It’s not like he can do anything but smile right now.” Y/N liked the Lieutenant, she had heard he used to be a real terror in his teenage years but had mellowed out to become a protector of Asakusa, even risking his life for it. She swapped out his usual Sake for a premium bottle and put her finger to her lips with a mischievous grin, “Snitches get stitches.”

With that, she went about serving the other tables and cleaning up between, it was nice when it was busy but she was going to be so tired in the morning when she had to get up for restocking. It had to be done in the morning and she had foolishly offered thinking it would be an afternoon job. A loud cheer from the corner made her look back to Benimaru’s table, the man was losing and all he could do was grin about it. “If only you were that cute all the time…” Every time they crossed paths it ended in a challenge, people said they were flirting and Benimaru would get quiet and stalk off. She just liked to pick on him, there was nothing like winding a man up to see what they were really like. He kept his cool most of the time but he wasn’t going to back down and surrender for a second.

Only the strongest could run Asakusa and he wasn’t about to let her knock him down a peg or two in public.

Benimaru wasn’t completely oblivious to Y/N serving, between games and drinking he kept an eye on her, she was a pretty good hostess. No one was left waiting too long, she kept the other servers in check and was doing a pretty good job at avoiding drunken, wandering hands. He was struck again by how at home she was despite being an Empire girl. The twins had given him their low down of her - despite him saying he didn’t care - they said she made tasty food, that she wasn’t a follower of the Sun God and that she thought that the Empire couldn’t care less about people they couldn’t profit from. The girls kept going on about her ignition ability being cool and that she hated mornings.

Every time he saw her before noon she would look completely different from the tidy, cheerful woman with an attitude. She walked around like an old school Yakuza brat. Y/N would leave her hair loose, she would wear a flowery yukata that was thrown on and too open at the front, she seemed to always be wrapped in bandages from her chest to at least her waist - the yukata was always done up properly from the belt down. Y/N walked around like a zombie and was pretty moody if she was still sleepy. He kind of liked that.

At closing time she politely but very firmly kicked everyone out, Benimaru felt like refusing just to see what would happen but Konro practically dragged him out before he could do more than just think about it. He did hear that she had to be up early in the morning and his grin was a little too big at that.

—

“Waka, you’re up early.” Benimaru nodded and pulled on his boots as his Lieutenant gave him an exasperated stare, “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

Konro gave him a jab in the side with his foot, “Some people buy a woman flowers or invite her to festivals - not try and start a brawl with her.” It was like dealing with kids, they were both eager to punch the other rather than just hold hands as a normal person would. “It’s obvious you like her, why you gotta be such a brat, Waka?”

“I can’t have some outsider challenging me the way she does.” He wanted to know how strong she was, he didn’t want to like someone who was all bark and he wanted someone who could look after themselves if things went to shit with the White Clads. “I won’t hurt her too bad.”

He figured she’d be on the edge of town to make a restock order, it was easier to tell one of the guys what was needed and have them deliver later. Sure enough, he spotted her sleep-deprived face through the crowd of vendors and stockists. Somehow, Benimaru still found her pretty that way, he remembered how she punched that guy’s lights out with no effort what so ever and even then she was still sweet to Hinata and Hikage. He watched her turn around and begin walking toward him, unaware that he was in her way until she was right in front of him. Y/N’s eyes travelled up from his collar bone to his face and she sighed, her hand coming up to rub at her eye, “I’m too tired for this, what do you want?”

“Fight me.” She snorted at him and laughed, moving to pass him and get back home for a quick nap. Benimaru reached out and caught her upper arm, “I’m serious. You keep pulling my hair and I’m gonna react.”

It was a metaphor she was tempted to act on, yanking his hair and punching him in the face was looking rather appetising.

“I’m not challenging your authority or whatever, I’m just asking you to have some damn manners, you bump into someone you should just apologise. Why are you always so fired up when you see me? Just go cool your head and get out of the way!” Y/N didn’t care who he was or how strong he was - she deserved some respect too. She watched him cross his arms and then he had the audacity to smirk at her, Y/N’s eyes lit up and she acted without thinking. Her fist flew forward and Benimaru caught it easily, already prepared for her counter but not her foot connecting to the side of his calf.

Why did she have to like this conceited man child?

Why did her heart flutter in her chest and he body heat up whenever she saw him?

Love, at first sight, was a gross cliche and she refused to be a victim of it. She liked Benimaru but she wasn’t going to swoon at his feet like every other girl in Asakusa.

People got out of the way as they got physical, Benimaru taking advantage of her lack of basic fighting to push her toward the centre of the street. He had to admit her defence was good, he Aikido helping her just keep up with him and give her openings to hit him square in the ribs and then get a little distance between them. The man pushed off his sleeve and took up his stance again, watching her carefully in an attempt to figure out her next move - she really was just trying not to get hit and it made her unpredictable. If she found a decent teacher he figured Y/N could be a pretty good fighter.

Y/N watched him too and she realised that his style usually involved a sword or two, Iaido. She searched her memory for whether she had ever seen him with a weapon and came up blank. He had seen her moment of lost concentration and advance with an elegant swipe of his arm, his index and middle finger concentrating his flames into something similar to a sword.

So that was his style… She was so fucked.

Though that wasn’t going to get her to back down.

He sliced through her sleeve and Y/N took the chance to counter with fire. Benimaru didn’t know where the explosive little fireball had come from, he thought maybe from her sleeve, but he staggered back as it blew up in his face. The ball reformed itself and he just managed to bat it away and into a nearby wall. He waited for another, watching Y/N get ready for her next move, her hands coming up as if to form a new attack and when he took a defensive stance she took the opportunity to run in the opposite directing and into an alley. “What the… Oi!” Benimaru gave chase immediately.

He ignited baskets and debris around him and launched them into the alley after her, there was a plume of orange and red as they struck something and then it was quiet. Benimaru frowned and walked toward the mouth of the alleyway, concerned that he might have gone too far and hurt her, she was a fire user, right? That meant she had some defence against the flames and he hadn’t made his particularly hot this time. The hair on the back of his neck prickled and stood up all of a sudden, his senses told him something was coming and as he stood between the two houses he was startled backwards by what he had first thought to be a fireball. It flew past him, elongated and as he looked he could almost think that the yellows, reds and oranges looked like scales.

Benimaru flipped back onto his feet, barely dodging as the head of the fire aimed at him, “That’s…” Red eyes widened as he saw the full effect of her ability, twenty feet of serpentine-like flames rose above him, Y/N came out of the alley, her yukata singed and smoking as she moved her hands. Each subtle movement formed the flames into a stronger shape until it resembled a serpentine dragon. It dived down at him and he avoided the hottest part, it was like it wanted to swallow him whole, it’s mouth was blue and he figured it was best to keep away from that. He felt his heart hammering against his chest and it was more than the excitement of a good fight, she was sloppy and untrained and her ignition was visually impressive and right now she was angry at him and looked like she would happily let the dragon devour him.

The tail of her attack took out a stall to the side, her control wasn’t as tight as it could be and he saw potential ways to fix it. The Captain ignited a ring of flame and in three quick steps, he extinguished her attack, standing ready for another. “You’ll have to do better than that, send a bigger one!”

Y/N glared at him and waited for him to set something else on fire.

They both stood ready, seconds and then minutes passing by until he figured it out and relaxed his body, “You can’t make your own flames. Second generation, huh?” He pulled his sleeve back onto his arm and gave a satisfied nod to himself, “You’re pretty good, Y/N.”

“That’s it?” She yelled after him angrily, “You…” Was he teasing her? Was he just going to go about his day like nothing had happened?

“That’s it,” Benimaru raised his hand and waved as he headed back toward the guardhouse.

—

Konro swept the entrance of the guardhouse quietly, Benimaru had headed for his room for a nap as soon as he had gotten in half an hour ago and the twins had run off to terrorise some of the new recruits. He looked up as Y/N stepped into the guardhouse, “Hey Lieutenant Konro, can I borrow that candle?”

“Y/N?” He looked her up and down, she was panting as if she had been running and her clothing had burns on it, “Uh…Sure.” He picked the candle up and she stole the flame from it, making it grow into the size of a tennis ball and then walked past calling for Benimaru.

Benimaru opened the shoji door with an annoyed grumble at being disturbed, the words were barely out of his mouth before she launched the fireball at his face and shoved him back inside.

The Lieutenant snorted to himself and shook his head - Maybe he should go out after all.

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sonoftatooine · 3 years

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Whumpay 2021

DAY 31: ALT DAY - SLEEP DEPRIVATION

Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Shaak Ti

Summary: When Anakin makes the decision to go and save Palpatine from Mace Windu, his lack of sleep over the past week chooses the worst possible moment to catch up with him. Shaak Ti attempts to intervene.

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It was said that the Force, in the hands of a competent Jedi, could do many things. It was also said—with greater and greater frequency over the course of the war—that in the hands of Anakin Skywalker, it could do the impossible. Right now, however, Anakin himself was of the opinion that this was a bold-faced lie, for the one thing he could not make it do, as he staggered unsteadily yet imperturbably toward the main doors of the Jedi Temple, was have it chase away the fog that was threatening to take over his over-tired mind and send him spiralling into the deep, impenetrable darkness of forced rest. He had been fighting it for days, drawing on the Force to fend off sleep as he searched desperately for a solution to save his wife from the awful fate that plagued his dreams whenever he tried to rest. And now, only now, when he was so close to finding the solution that the Jedi had denied him, when a moment's delay meant that he could lose that knowledge for ever, did his reserves finally run out, and the ability to stay awake and moving start to slip through his durasteel grip like sand.

Sand. Sand. His head felt like it was full of sand. Scratchy and grainy, lodged in unlikely places, disrupting all the whirring mechanisms that governed his thoughts. He'd had the same problem with Threepio when he was building him, without his coverings to protect him from the ravages of Tatooine, and he'd spent hours cleaning the stuff out of his servos just as he had with Watto's junk at the shop. He wanted to shake his head to dislodge it, but nothing he did made it—

He had been so focused on putting one foot in front of the other that he barely realised when he collided full on with a tall, slim figure standing directly in front of the door. The world swam before as one of the frequent waves of dizziness overcame him, and he felt strong, slim fingers circling about the flesh of his biceps to keep him upright. Dazed, he blinked, trying to chase away the strange blur that had overtaken his vision, and the smudge of red and white and purple before him coalesced into the face of Jedi Master Shaak Ti. Her hairless brows were drawn into a frown, and she looked very concerned.

“Anakin,” she said. “Are you alright? Where are you going?”

Anakin wished he could dislodge the sand from his brain, but his thoughts wouldn't come coherently, and all he could force out from his lips was a garbled, “the Chancellor— I need—”

Shaak Ti's frown deepened.

“The Chancellor?,” she asked. “But the Masters have already gone to confront him. You need not worry—the situation is already in hand.”

Anakin could only shake his head wordlessly, immediately wishing that he hadn't as his vision swam once again at the sudden movement. She didn't understand. The situation wasn't in hand because Windu might kill Palpatine who was the only one who knew how to save Padmé and he couldn't let Padmé die, he couldn't live without her -

“Shaak Ti,” he gasped out. “Get out of my way.”

He had to get to the door, had to— If he could just get to the door— He tried to pull out of her grasp, but Shaak Ti held on, the press of her fingers on his arms gentle yet firm.

“The Temple is sealed,” she reminded him. “The door is code-locked.”

Oh. Yes. They were expecting retaliation from Palpatine should the Masters fail. Windu had put Shaak Ti in charge of the Temple's defence as a precautionary measure when he had ordered Anakin to wait like a good little Jedi in the Council Chambers while he marched off to kill the man who had always been kind to him, had lied to him, had been the only one to offer to help him save Padmé— But what did it matter? He was a Jedi himself. He had the codes, and Shaak Ti couldn't keep him here when he needed to go—

“And you're in the way of the pad” he snapped.

He jerked back, and this time, he managed break free, but the force of the movement had unbalanced him, bringing on another alarming wave of faintness. His vision blurred, the world spun, his head throbbing painfully with exhaustion and hunger and fear. Hands shot out to catch him once again, and he pitched forward, forced to lean against Shaak Ti to keep his knees from buckling.

“You're not well, Anakin,” the Jedi Master's soft voice spoke somewhere in the vicinity of his ear, but despite how close she was, she sounded distant, muffled, as if she were talking over a bad comm connection. “You should be in the Halls of Healing.”

“I— No. I can't—,” Anakin stammered desperately. He couldn't afford distractions, not with Padmé's life on the line. He had to get to Palpatine now, before Windu— “I'm fine,” he added, trying to push himself back upright again. “I need to go—”

Shaak Ti shook her head.

“What can you possibly do?,” she asked. “Master Windu and the others will handle it. You have done your duty. Let yourself rest.”

Yes, Windu will handle it, Anakin wanted to shout. That's precisely the problem. Padmé was going to die because he couldn't get away, because he couldn't get there on time. His head swam again, and to his horror, he felt tears of fear and frustration pricking at his eyes.

“You don't understand!,” he babbled. How could she understand? How could he explain it to her after he had broken the Code so badly? “There's no time. I have go! I have to do something! I can't just—”

“Anakin, please,” Shaak Ti cut across him. She looked deeply worried. “Let me take you to the healers. You are in no state to be fighting battles against a Sith Lord. You will get yourself killed.”

Anakin shook his head.

“He...he won't kill me,” he murmured, more to himself than to her. “He wants—”

Realising exactly what it is he was about to say, Anakin cut himself off abruptly. He wants me as his apprentice, he thought. That's the price of Padmé's life. My life in service so she and the baby can live. He knew this deeply, instinctively, with all the knowledge of the little boy on Tatooine who had spent his life at the mercy of his masters, even though the part of him that wanted to think not of the Chancellor's lies but of their long friendship tried to tell him that there wouldn't be a price for his help. He couldn't tell Shaak Ti that. Couldn't tell her that, as much as the prospect alarmed him, there was a tiny spark in him beneath the furious insistence that all he wanted was to make sure that Palpatine wasn't killed that was actually considering it. Something of his thoughts must have shown on his face, however, for a look of severe alarm found its way into Shaak Ti's violet eyes.

“He wants what?,” she said, and there was a note of urgency in her tone that he had never heard from her before—usually, she was the very epitome of Jedi calm. “Anakin, what does he want. What has he told you—?”

But before she could demand anything further of him, and before he could even begin to think about evading her questions, four lights blinked out of existence, and the Force screamed. Both Anakin and Shaak Ti staggered under the weight of it.

“What—?” Anakin gasps. He knew those lights. Windu. Fisto. Kolar. Tiin. Where were they? They couldn't just be gone. They couldn't be— There had been four of them and only one of Palpatine. He couldn't have—

“It cannot be,” Shaak Ti breathed, her eyes wide with horror. “Four Jedi Masters... How could he have—?”

She shook herself, as if she could rid herself of fear the way an akk dog did water after a swim.

“We must see to the Temple's defences. I fear he will come for us next, and without—”

But she never got to finish, as Anakin took advantage of her distraction to dart around her towards the keypad. Another wave of dizziness overcame him, and he nearly crumpled in a heap on the floor, but he flung out an arm to break his fall. Bracing his right arm against the wall, he raised his trembling flesh hand to the pad, intent on typing in his code. If only he could stop it from shaking so violently, let alone shift the sand in his head to remember what the damned code was—

A hand circled around his wrist, and he froze.

“Anakin, no,” Shaak Ti said sternly, even as her voice shook at the feeling in the Force of four Jedi Masters dead. “I cannot let you go to him. Whatever he wants with you, it will bring you nothing but harm.”

Harm. Harm. Palpatine had harmed Windu and the others. Had killed them. He should want to kill him, as he had for one short moment in the man's office when he revealed to him that he was the Sith Lord behind the war. Did he want to kill him now? No, he needed him to save Padmé. He needed that knowledge, that power. Who cared if it harmed him as long as it helped her? A small voice in his head whispered to him that if Sidious had the power to defeat four Jedi alone, then surely being able to save Padmé would be nothing by comparison. Oh Force, he felt sick.

“Please,” he begged, appalled to hear his voice tremble and break as he spoke. He wanted to cry, wanted to rest, to fall asleep in Padmé's arms knowing that she was safe, that he would no longer be plagued by dreams of her death and that he wouldn't have to turn to the Sith Lord that had just killed four Jedi Masters for help. But he couldn't have any of that. All he had was one possible way to save her life that Shaak Ti wouldn't let him take. “Please, it's not me, it's— She's going to die! Padmé's going to die and I have to...”

Shaak Ti's eyes widened in sudden realisation, but he could barely see her through the blackness that was encroaching on his vision. She tilted sideways or—no, he tilted sideways, tumbling to the floor and what was that? Was the door opening? Had she opened the door? No, it was someone coming in—many someones with heavy booted feet and blue and white armour and weapons pointed—

There was a click of many weapons being primed, a shout, the snap-hiss of a lightsaber being ignited, and then the darkness consumed him amid a hurricane of blaster fire.

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heytheredeann · 2 years

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Hello!

I know you mentioned you're busy now, so feel free to ignore this prompt or take as much time as you need with it. You just write hurt/comfort so well I wanted to see this idea come to life in your writing, so I thought I'd send you the prompt and see if you like it. Without further ado, here's the prompt: Sometime quite early into working for UNCLE, Napoleon gets injured on a mission and loses lots of blood (not enough to be a life-threatening emergency, but enough to affect him). For whatever reason, they have to wait overnight in a flimsy safe house without any access to professional medcial care. Due to blood loss, Napoleon is kinda woozy and sleepy, but also very cold and Illya seems the perfect shape and size for a heater. Napoleon has to convince Illya to cuddle him while he sleeps because he's injured, so he shouldn't have to suffer being cold on the top of it, thank you very much. Illya'd be at the stage when he either doesn't realise he has any feelings for Napoleon or is in denial (hence it takes some convincing from Napoleon). I'm primarily a Napollya shipper, but I don't mind gen or OT3 fics, so feel free to add Gaby to the cuddle pile if you want to. No pressure to write the fic, though.

I hope this isn't too bothersome and that you'll have an amazing week!

Here it is! This ended up staying in gen/pre-slash territory, as most of my fics, but I had a lot of fun with it and I hope you enjoy <3 Thank you for the prompt!

He tried to keep quiet about it, alright? He does realize that they’ve all had a long day and that he has been complaining quite a lot, because he got stabbed – “It’s just a cut, Cowboy, you are not dying, stop squirming.” – and he’s tired because Illya helped him walk instead of giving him a free ride, which was horribly rude of him—so, when he started getting really cold, he figured he would just tough it out and wait for sleep to overcome him anyway. He’s so exhausted that it shouldn’t be a problem, right?

Wrong, because an eternity later he’s still lying there, still as a statue because if he moves he’ll touch the cold unforgiving mattress, and he can’t even curl up because he is being held together by unprofessionally done stitches and everything hurts. The blanket thrown on top of the sheets isn’t even that warm. He is going to die.

Fortunately for him, Illya chooses that exact moment to come back inside the room, which is clearly a sign from the universe.

“Peril,” he calls, and admittedly it comes out a little whiny. “I’m cold.”

Illya blinks at him for a few moments, he isn’t sure if because he needs a minute to process the words or because he’s taking in the pathetic sight and wondering if he should be making fun of him for it. “Okay,” he ends up muttering, his eyes darting around the room for a few moments until he eventually shakes his head and heads to the second twin bed in the room, tearing off the blanket.

He carefully sets it up over the one that Napoleon is already lying under, and he’s suddenly grateful for the blood loss, because he feels a little bad about having deprived him of his blanket and a lot uncomfortable with the compromising position he’s in, but tired as he is he doesn’t have it in him to care all that much, he just wants to be comfortable so he can sleep.

“Better?” Illya asks, quickly pulling back and straightening himself up.

Napoleon really should say yes and let him go to sleep. Instead, what comes out is an uncertain sound that Illya correctly interprets as a ‘not really’. In his defence, the cold is right there in his bones, the bed all around him is icy and—suddenly, it occurs to him how warm Illya looks, how much heat he radiates whenever they are sitting close together, and he feels very sorry that this particular safehouse came equipped with two beds. Of all the times to be efficient the damn agency had to choose today, didn’t it?

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esotericakit · 3 years

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Fancy ranting about why you love kit snicket?👀 tbh I never found her character that compelling but I’m extreme open to changes of opinion hhh? pls feel free to ignore this hhgkkgkg

oh my god i’m so sorry i’ve been super busy I only just saw this but ahhh I love this question ((also sorry if some of thisk doesn’t make sense, i just got off a 7 hour bus ride and I am sleep deprived)). also a tw here for some discussions of painful stuff like death, loss, grief, implications of suicidal thoughts (nothing graphic)

okay so that’s valid bc she doesn’t get a lot to work with in tpp BUUUUUT what you do get is very rich. so basically it’s all tied in with vfd and what they’ve done to the sugarbowl gen. every member of the sugarbowl gen has been ripped from their family extremely young and recruited into this organisation, forced into life threatening situations, kept from loved ones for long periods of time (like kit and lemony in atwq) and have sort of convinced themselves, to varying degrees, that it’s important because the organisation is important. with lemony, he’s disillusioned and disappears after heartbreak. with beatrice and bertrand, they decide to pull away and leave. with jacques, he buries himself so deeply into his work with vfd so that he doesn’t have to reckon with what they did to him. and then you have kit.

with kit, I think she isn’t as sold to vfd as jacques and can still be somewhat critical of it, but also recognises that she’s trapped and always will be at their beck and call, and it’s not easy to break out from this illusion of the mighty organisation she’s a part of. she’s a quick thinker, she’s a mechanic, she’s resilient, she’s quick-witted, she’s as good a volunteer as they come, and so they exploit that and use her gifts (like building the queequeg and having her make the poison darts). for the most part, she buys into vfd’s bullshit, but i think it’s a sort of defence mechanism where she knows that resistance is going to be harder than compliance, so she puts her head down and does the work.

and this leads her to do things that she maybe wouldn’t have done of her own free will, like aiding in the murder of olaf’s parents. we don’t know exactly what kit and olaf’s relationship was like, but from what’s given in their interaction in te, i think they were young sweethearts, i think kit did genuinely care for him, and i think that it was vfd that ordered the murder, and not beatrice and bertrand, as many people have implied. so, by giving beatrice and bertrand the darts, she chooses the organisation over her relationship, and it can’t have been an easy choice. this then re-ignites the schism, olaf becomes a firestarter and kit has to watch as her brother is framed by olaf for crimes he didn’t commit.

and then lemony dies, or so she thinks. i’m of the mind that kit never learns that her brother is actually alive, and dies thinking she lost him. and we know that family is one of the most important things to the snickets; “we snickets look out for their own”, and I imagine kit going beside herself trying to find ways to protect lemony from all the attacks, the frame jobs, the rumours, only to have it be too late, and she’s lost her brother forever.

and so she’s left there, mourning lemony, and all she has left of her family is jacques. and she loves jacques but his first priority is vfd, it’ll always be vfd. she has beatrice and bertrand, but they’ll leave to the island soon, and they’ll leave vfd after that, and be largely out of her life for good.

she starts building the queequeg and at last, her vfd work seems to be doing some good. she meets ink, monty’s latest discovery, and at last, it seems that other members of vfd are doing some good. and then she hears about the medusoid mycelium, and the illusion of vfd cracks a little bit more. she desperately tries to stop gregor from creating the mycelium, only for that to fail. another loss.

then, we don’t know the nature of kit and dewey’s relationship so again, going off what we have with the fact that she is pregnant when we meet her and that dewey’s last word is “kit”, not to mention the way that she explicitly asked about dewey’s wellbeing when she meets the baudelaires on the island, the implication is heavily that she and dewey are romantically involved. and I think she found a lot of solace in dewey. dewey, in his own way, had lost a lot, from his parents to his brother (joining the firestartera), to his own identity, all to vfd, and he understood where she was coming from in terms of being disillusioned but also being trapped.

and then the baudelaire fire happens, and it’s very clear to everyone that olaf was involved (whether he actually was or not is a different debate). so this is now 3 people who kit has loved that olaf has had a hand in their deaths. someone she loved killing other people she loved, and it’s the most painful thing.

we don’t know where kit is for the events of asoue, but regardless, she has to hear how other associates and friends have died or been killed at the hands of olaf, and each one hurts more than the last, because she can’t stop or slow down how many people she’s losing, and I think there’s an element of not being able to help but blame herself for his actions, because if she hadn’t helped kill his parents, maybe he wouldn’t be doing this.

and then jacques dies, and it’s the biggest blow yet. she just lost the last member of her family she had left, and she can’t cope, she stays in bed and decides that, despite dewey, despite her child, she’ll never leave her bed again.

what does make her leave, however, is vfd business; the message from quigley. she knows that she can’t even take the time to mourn her brother, she has to keep moving, and the pressure to carry the whole “good” side of vfd, to continue what her brother started, is on her shoulders, and that’s immense.

and so that’s when we meet her in tpp, and she is a broken person. she has lost so many people, been put through so much, had her entire worldview and foundation turned upside down, and she’s still doing all of this work, putting her life on the line over and over again, for an organisation that has done nothing but take things from her and hurt her, but there’s absolutely nothing else she can do. she’s pregnant and she can’t allow herself to be happy or excited about that because she just doesn’t have it in her. all she knows is that she has to get through this as quickly as she can, losing as few people as she can. her conversation with the baudelaires is interesting too, and is so exemplary of how she’s mourning; she remembers little details about beatrice and bertrand (like the feathers on bea’s shawl) and reminisces about how much the children look like them, and you can tell that it’s extremely painful to go through

she then leaves the baudelaires and risks her life again trying to rescue the quagmires, and it’s unclear whether it was a success or not but regardless, when she finally pulls herself up onto that stupid book raft she insists on making, she’s so so so so tired. she’s in labour, she doesn’t know what’s happened at the hotel denouement, she doesn’t know whether she’ll return to the city and find more destruction or not. i think the only thing stopping her from giving up while on that raft is the thought of her child and dewey, so she holds on.

she washes up on the island and the baudelaires are there, which means they’re alive, so that’s something. but then she hears that dewey’s dead. that the hotel went up in flames. that all that’s waiting for her in the city is more pain and more loss. and that’s the final blow, that’s the moment that she knows that there is nothing can happen that can repair the damage created by what’s been taken from her. she refuses the apple, citing fear that it would harm the baby, but I think the truth is that she couldn’t bear to consider continuing her life after all that’s happened, even if it means sacrificing a life with her child.

and then olaf shows up and he rescues her from the raft and she’s suddenly face to face with the reason for so much of the loss she’s faced. it was him who killed so many of her associates, her friends, her brothers. and she doesn’t forgive him, because she knows she isn’t big enough to do that. we can also hypothesise about whether or not olaf could be the baby’s father (i like to headcanon that she doesn’t know either way but it’s either dewey’s or olaf’s, and the stress of that makes this moment even harder). but she also doesn’t have the energy to be angry at him. she knows these are her last moments, and she knows that olaf was a victim of vfd, just like she was. so she touches his tattoo and chooses instead to recite poetry, because it’s easier than being angry, it’s easier than hating him. he recites poetry back, and then dies. and despite the fact that he’s hurt her so much, she did care for him once, it’s one more person she’s lost, when she didn’t think she had anyone else to lose.

and then she gives birth to her daughter, using the last ounces of strength she has left. it’s a horrendously sad thing, because i think she could have had the capacity to love her daughter, to be a good mother, but the pain won out and she stopped being able to want to help herself, if that makes sense. so she gives her daughter life, the only thing she has left to give her, and then dies.

I think it’s so staggering to think about this person, who could have lived a life full of colour and fire, and see her completely beaten down to what she ended up as in tpp. she’s a prime example of what vfd does, she’s the last one standing of her generation, and the toll that takes on her is immense. i think the juxtaposition of her recklessness and her grief against the fact that she’s pregnant and about to become a mother is even more heartbreaking. she’s such a compelling character and so gorgeously written, even though what we see of her is so brief. she’s a person who so desperately wants autonomy and control over her situation, things she’ll never truly have, so she does reckless things that endanger her life, to get that control back and because she truly stops caring about her well-being.

and it’s a little comforting i guess? i tend to project onto kit a lot because of some of my own life experiences and losses and i understand where she comes from a lot of time time and it’s such a difficult place and my heart just hurts for her a lot

i’m sorry that this was so long, i got carried away lol thanks for the question though!!

#kit snicket #asoue #a series of unfortunate events #fran rants about kit snicket again

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dc-superhero · 4 years

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Red and Blue - blue beetle x reader

The team are both surprised and suspicious when a young girl turns up with a scarf just like Jaime's and the Reach. But Jaime is just star struck, not to mention Scarab is pestering him over you.

"It’s a simple mission. Well split up into two groups. M'gann, Superboy, Bart, L'gann Boy and myself in one group, Nightwing, Blue Beetle, Wondergirl and Robin in the other."

Aqualad looked round at the members present in the meeting, some were busy either dealing with their own problems or helping their mentors whilst others had to deal with issues from their own lives. He was fine with the group assembled though, all experienced and practical fighters, well maybe except Impulse.

In return the group nodded, resdy to suit up for the mission and head out.

"This is so crash, an undercover covert mission, ninjas and a cool tropical island. Not gonna be feeling the mode today, woo !"

As the others dissembled to board the Bio-ship and rests themselves for the mission, Impulse dashed over to his best bud Blue Beetle chatting away at a hundred miles a minute. Unlike the others these covert missions were new to him, he’d only arrived about two weeks ago and found everything to be just as exciting and crash as people in the future told him, like Nathaniel or his parents. He couldn’t get over the fact he was here, especially with friends like Jaime.

"Sshshh Ese, my head hurts so a little quieter please."

Jaime grumbled at the now Moder speedster who looked a little sadder from finding out Jaime wasn’t as excited as him. Seeing this the Blue Beetle warrior decided to try and push past his raging headache from lack of sleep, too much coffee and finals coming up.

"It’s pretty cool I guess. Ninjas are crash."

Bart's smile instantly lifted into a big grin as he started his rambling once again about "covert missions are crash", "the past is so awesome" and "I really love chicken wizzies, do you have any ?". Pain radiated through his head, put he ignored it to both to stop his friend from getting disheartened and also to help him concentrate better on the mission at hand.

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Santa Larisco Island 20:18 July

With one team covering the ground and another circling the perimeter of the island, the mission started off smoothly. The two sons of Batman were more skilled than the bets ninjas on the island and easily snuck past their defences, hacking the mia frame of the eco outer within the temple-like base. With the defences now down, Kaldur signalled his team to go in, the mind-link set up among them by M'gann.

"Okay Robin, Nightwing start downloading the information on The Light and it's partners. Everybody else it’s your mission to take in the wanted criminals here who have escaped Belle Rev. Icicle jnr, Shimmer and Bane are reported to be here on the island."

A series of "on it"s and "yes" rattled through their leader's mind as the others made their way across the island. Well except for one person. Jaime Reyes couldn’t explain 2hag it was but something was drawing him to turn away from Wondegirl and Eobin and to explore further into the jungle. It was stupid, probably his mind going a little nuts from sleep deprivation but those thoughts were swept away when Scarab spoke up.

"I sense it too, Jaime Reyes, there’s some energy source coming from that grove. You must get closer so I can scan for what it is."

In his usual commanding voice Scarab's words were th last push that sent Jaime off to explore what was letting off the strange energy. Distracted by the computer and coding, both Nightwing and Robin didn’t notice whilst Wondergirl began to fly off to aid Spuerboy against Icicle jnr.

Wing ready, he took off flying low just over the treetops scanning the ground with keen eyes until he noticed light red waves pulsing out from below the trees. Like a heart beat the pulses would expand and then contract, in this nearly crimson colour.

"The energy is from another scarab, Jaime Reyes. You must investaigte now. If it is another scary you just terminate them !"

Jaime rolled his eyes at his Scarab's usual persistence of "terminating", which he threw in way too much. Only the other day when Bart has invited him over to the Allen's house has the Scarab insisted they "terminate" Iris and Barry's twins for sticking gum in his hair.

"I’m not going to terminate them!"

Annoyed and now suffering from a full-blown migraine, Jaime snapped at his scrab but did begin to descend from the treetops.

As he neared the ground he saw that the source of the energy was a young girl, clothes half burnt off from where he could see as she was rolled into a small ball facing away from him. However he did manage to see a long red gash travelling down the exposed area of her back. Inwardly he cringed at how much blood was coursing out of it. Whoever this girl was she needed medical trade,not and stat.

"The Scarab user is injured Jaime. Finish her now whilst she’s out."

Jaime swore he could almost hear Scarab's inner evil chuckle.

"No. There will be no terminating. She’s hurt. Even if she’s a scarab user she’s clearly injured."

Cautiously, he approached you, kneeling down next to your form. Your (h/c) hair was covering your face, and it was clear that the front of you was much more exposed than the back of you. Clearly, you’d been shot at, around the chest area with something that could disintegrate rather than a piercing bullet.

"Chica, whoever you are, wake up. I promise I-"

Just as Jaime reached his hand out to brush your hair from you face, trying his best to be cautious and act harmless, you suddenly and swiftly sat up, grabbing the hand reaching four you and twisting his arm. Jaime let out a shriek of pain, Scarab telling him "I told you so", as his sonic canon activate on his free arm, raising it fire at you.

However to both his horror and surprise, he was met with another sonic blaster, but red in contrast to his blew. The pair of you remained there, kneeled and sat on the floor, arms raised to fire at each other whilst your other froze on his. Eyes wide, and mouth a small "O" shape, Jaime imagined your look of surprise mirrored his.

Sure he’d known beforehand that you had a Scarab, but it still took him by surprise to see another one like him.

You on the other hand were having a far worse time. Pain pulsed from your legs, arms, back. You name it, it hurt. Even your pinky toes radiated with pain. To make it worse here you were, on some random forest floor, unable to remember how you got here with a sonic blaster obnoxiously pushed up into your face. This day was shit.

"What happened to me?" Brain a jumbled mess you tried to remember what had happen3d as your eyes never left those of the boy in forms of you. Under other circumstances you might have found him cute.

"Upon escaping the Reach we suffered a blast too the chest from Black Beetle's Ion canon. We are lucky to be alive right now (y/n)."

"Ohhhh"

This time you let out an audible response which surprised Jaime a little as you seemed to break a way from your death stare at him.

Upon doing this his eyes travelled away from stare and then did he realise something. Something he probably should’ve noticed sooner. So,etching that Scarab would remind him of many times in e future to come.

You were naked around the front, exposing well your middle, and other parts north of their.

"Gahhh! I’m sorry..."

Like an arrow he shoot uo from where he was kneeling next to you and scurried further away, hands covering his eyes.

"Jaime Reyes to not cover your eyes when the enemy is about. You won’t be able to terminate them."

Jaime felt his face go red as he turned to face you a little, peeking from in between his fingers.

"Oh my god !"

Letting out a squeal, you instantly folded your arms over your chest, quickly turning away from the boy as you felt your face blossom into a colour so red it matched your beetle. Turns out you were half naked, high your Scarab decided not to tell you.

"You creep, coming near me like that when I’m like this ! I don’t care if you’re another beetle user, I’m going to kill you..., well when I get a shirt on I will!"

Frustrated, angered and afraid you screeched at the boy, the Blue beetle user, as he gave you a sheepish look before starting to talk into what you guessed was an earpiece of some kind.

"Blue Beetle, come in Kaldur.....yeah I’m on the south side....you guys fly the Bio-ship. I found something you’ll want to see."

By the way he spoke you guessed he was addressing others, maybe a team ? A cold gust of air sucked you out of your thoughts as your arms covering your chest tightened a little, a feeble attempt to generate a little bit of warmth. Stuck outside in the middle of the night with your clothes torn to pieces, you were definitely starting to feel the cold.

"Jaime Reyes the other scarab user is cold. The female will develop hypothermia. As you don’t want to terminate her, I suggest warming her up."

Jaime eyed your shivering body, to which you glared back in return as you didn’t take to his wondering gaze kindly. Sure the others were on the way but you looked freezing and it would be embarrassing to meet a whole group of people without something covering your upper half properly.

"Ay I guess you’re right."

Sighing, Jaime retracted his blue better form, the suit disappearing to reveal him in his civvies. Eyes wide you watched as the blue beetle revealed himself to be a quite attractive young man, around your age with jet black hair and dark warm eyes. Warm. Oh you wished you were warm, as another shiver rattled your injured and tired body.

"Take caution (y/n), the blue beetle is still a threat."

Your scarab's calm but bristled voice washed through your mind and you knew she had a point. However when Jaime started to unzip his hoodie, leaving him in a T-shirt and offering his source of warmth to you, you threw caution to the wind.

"Here, use this."

Still cautious, he approached you, making sure to look you directly in the eyes.....no wondering glances. In return yiu looked up at him, wary at first until a small smile formed on your face.

"Thank you....."

You trailed off, not knowing his name.

"Jaime Reyes."

He knew it was dumb to tell a stranger, potentially a threat his secret identity, but he found himself trusting you, just a little bit. Perhaps it was because you had something in common. The shared dilemma of having an alien creature stuck on your back.

"Well thank you Jaime Reyes."

You took the hoodie with a smile and quickly put it on, zipping it up and allowing warmth to flood you. Warmth from Jaime wearing it....

A small blush adorned your cheeks as you realised the strange boy, who for one had seen half of you naked had given you his hoodie that was coated in a nice boyish smell like mint and pine leaves and cinnamon.

"Your hormone levels are spiking (y/n), it appears you are attracted to the one who calls himself Jaime Reyes."

At your scarabs words, your blush darkened and you jerked upright like an arrow. Jaime raised an eyebrow at your reaction, seeing your blush and strange behaviour.

"Maybe the female scarab user has a fever."

Scarab's words made sense, and Jaime nodded to himself. That sounded about right, your red face and jerky actions definitely made it seem like you were sick. You certainly felt a little sick, still a little chilly even with Jaime's hoodie and your injuries were worsening the longer you went without attending to them.

The large cut across your back ached and you could almost feel the cool chill of the blood surrounding it, you probably looked very beaten and bloody. Blood loss, nausea and fatigue started to set in, your body had fought for so long and finally now you believed you were saved, or at least were going to be taken off that damn island.

"Your losing too much blood (Y/n), you need medical attention now, or you’ll pass out."

Scarab's warning words almost sounded sympathetic as they resonated through your head. Now that you thought about it you did feel sleepy, so so sleepy....

Eyes falling shut your body and mind finally gave up fighting, giving into the peaceful lull of slumber. Seeing your collapsing body, Jaime rushes forwards catching you before you hit the ground in his arms. The quite small breaths leaving your lips reassured him that you were dead but rather sleeping and he let out a sigh of relief.

"She’s not dead, thank god. Migraine, mid terms and a dead girl to top it all off, sounds like a crappy day."

Up close now he could see the damage done to you, blood spotting your shredded shirt as your wide gashes still dripped with blood.

"Jaime the female has fainted. Her blood levels are low and she appears malnourished. Medical attention is needed immediately."

Surprisingly, Scarab was choosing to help you and your own Scarab out, not willing to let another one of his species die or at least their host.

"I know, I know. The others are almost here. She’ll be fine.....your safe now (y/n)."

Still sleeping, a tiny smile formed on your lips, almost as if you could hear Jaime's comforting words.

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Might make a part two, let me know if you want one and what I should write next !

#blue beetle x reader #jaime reyes x reader #young justice #young justice imagine #x reader

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edwardslostalchemy · 4 years

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Shouto.....Shouto making so many FRIENDS has me WEAK, you guys. I'm telling you, I have been sobbing about this for MONTHS because I love platonic relationships and friendships and they're so GOOD and I want for my son to have ALL OF THE FRIENDS, DAMN IT. LISTEN TO ME.

Shouto, Momo, abd Tenya knowing each other since they were kids???? So good. The rich kids club is wholesome not because they're rich, but because they love and support each other.

Shouto and Momo being like siblings???? Oh my God I'm in TEARS. Both of them looking out for each other and knowing each other's cues. They can talk in a certain manner to each other because they care. Like Shouto making Momo eat if she skips a meal and he gives her half his food like "you are NOT going hungry" and shes like "you're such a mother hen".

Shouto and Tenya being those pals that are just. Really in tune with each other???? Like!!!! They don't have to tell each other something like "I got your back", they just DO.

Shouto and Izuku!!!! Oh my GOD these two could kill a man and get away with it, but they don't do it because they're good kids, Brendt. These two are in tune, too!!!! Like they GET IT. Izuku gives Shouto one look and Shouto knows what he has to do. Or Shouto starts walking somewhere and Izuku doesn't even have to ask, he just follows because they come in a package.

Shouto and Ochako!!!!!! My sweet winter children!!!! They're so chaotic!!! If you think Shouto and Izuku and Tenya are chaotic, you have not met Ochako!!!! The pranks these two can pull!!!!! They WILL miss with you and your stuff!!! Make your stuff float while it's frozen solid oof rip your favorite lamp or whatever. Also she gets him into Disney and Studio Ghibi movies!!!! Ponyo is their movie!!!!

Shouto and Kyoka oh my God. Shouto giving her feedback on her music and telling her she could maybe mess with different genres. I love the headcanon of him knowing how to play the bass and sings like an angel, so I can see them bonding for their love of music and also writing music and lyrics together. Wholesome. So very wholesome.

Shouto and Denki. Meme Lords Extraordinaires. Denki is responsible for educating Shouto on memes and you better believe he's a good student. He's a little confused but he got the spirit and then he finally gets it! And Denki is so proud of himself ohmg. Aizawa gets extra gray hairs when he sees these two together. No brain cells found and that's the point.

Shouto and Eijirou please oh my God please. Training with ice, Shouto making it and throwing it at Eijirou while Eijirou uses his hardening to break the ice. Them being cool work out buddies (with others like Mido and Iida) and like being spotters for each other or whatever theyre called, idk I dont lift weights. MANLY.

Shouto and Yuga ahhhh pretty boys UNITE. Please oh my God Yuga has been wanting to dress Shouto up because he's just. Really pretty. And Yuga is like I must advise him. He can look fabulous. And he does. Everyone dies because Shouto comes out with shiny fashion clothes and it's Shoujo Shouto all over again rip in pieces.

Sho u to and Mina!!! Mona teaching him how to dance hello???? Or he already knows how to slow dance and she teaches him new things ahhh get on this with me!!! Imagine!!!! The possibilities!!!

Shouto and Tooru!!!! It would be so cool if they could work on quiet operations together. He is a quiet guy in demeanor, but his quirk is loud, so it would be cool if he could work with Tooru to be sneaky. In turn, Tooru is a quiet girl with her quirk but she can be a loud person. So Shouto teaches her how to keep quiet. STEALTH FRIENDS.

Shouto and Rikitou!!!! He teaches Shouto how to bake!!! One day Shouto comes in to the kitchen and brownies are ready and there's Rikitou cutting them in squares and Shouto is like *star eyes* and asks if he can teach him. And when Shouto learns, he makes Rikitou and the rest of his friends cakes and brownies and pastries alskdjslafk. Making food for friends is the way I show my love and I think Shouto would do the same thing.

Shouto and Mezou!!!! Quiet guys!!! But cool guys!!! I think it would be adorable if Mezou would give his friends piggy back rides like how he carried Izuku, and I think Shouto would Crave a Piggy Back Ride, and so. It would happen. Please Mezou carries Shouto if he's super tired like ready to pass out tired and Shouto, to return the favor, can be like his hot/cold compress if he gets any of his appendages hurt. They can also relax together like can these two please meditate together?

Shouto and Fumikage!!! I know Shouto provides light with his fire and Dark Shadow is not a fan of light, but what if he was a fan of warmth, like a cat? And Shouto is very warm. I can see Dark Shadow gravitating towards Shouto and Shouto is real cool about it like yeah get your warmth. And Fumikage is embarrassed at first, but it like helps them to become friends. They trade offence/defence secrets.

Shouto and Tsu!!!! SWIMMING BUDDIES. SWIMMING BUDDIES. SWIMMING BUDDIES. It would also be cool if they trained together to help Tsu with the cold and it could be a way for Shouto to train his temperature regulation, too. Getting too cold for Tsu and shes about to hibernate? Turn up the heat from your left side. And Tsu would be a happy frog.

Shouto and Ojirou!!! (Idk how to spell his first name!!!) Their first mock battle experience is behind them. They are sparring buddies. Shouto is lacking in close range and Ojirou is lacking in long range fighting so they team up to spar and work on that. Shouto can spar with others, too, like Ochako and Izuku, But Ojirou has a lot of experience in martial arts and Shouto has a lot of experience in long range fighting. They get stronger together.

Shouto and Koji!!!! More quiet guys!!!! And very sweet guys!!! Shouto tends to draw the attention of cats because he is Warm^TM, and Koji tends to attract cats by talking to them. So they have a very good time while going outside and cats just. Come to them. Its so good okay. They love cats. They have snuck in a cat together before and Aizawa hasn't found out, mainly because Koji has been talking to the cat to stay quiet and Shouto is attentive to feed it and let it outside.

Shouto and Hanta!!! THE SPORTS FESTIVAL IS BEHIND THEM. I can see them training, playing video games, sending memes, causing absolute chaos in the group chat, you name it. Mischief like the kind Denki would be proud of. They have... That suspicious air that theyre up to something and their friends are like "should I watch out for something?" At this point, everyone is suspicious of them but they havent pulled any shit lately to keep people on their toes. Next thing the kids know, the whole common area has been rearranged. Not in a new position. Just a little to the left, enough to make people slightly uncomfortable. Its hilarious.

Shouto and Katsuki ahhh ive been thinking about them for an au and for my fic. What I like is that they have synergy (thanks Two Heroes) and they exploit this synergy. And I find the dynamic of frenemies to be absolutely hilarious. So they're those friends who are like "yeah, he's a stupid bitch", but if ANYONE ELSE insults them, They're like "THATS MY STUPID BITCH, GET YOUR OWN."

Shouto and Hitoshi!!!!! Sleep deprived but will still cut a bitch, individually or together, doesn't matter. But when they team up, run. They are the kings of snark and puns and Aizawa has had enough and its only been two days. Hitoshi ALSO loves cats, so Shouto attracting them has Hitoshi going "hmmmm perhaps I will keep you around after all", and Shouto is like "wait until Kouda gets here" and oh boy. They all have the time of their lives with the cats. Also, good quirk training for them both. Shouto can banter, but he will not speak or answer any of Hitoshi's questions so he doesnt brain wash him. And Hitoshi will capture Shouto with his capture weapon and leave Shouto literally hanging and feeling like it's his final exam all over again goddamnit war flashbacks.

BONUS: Shouto and Mei!!!!! Besides Tenya and Izuku, Shouto is Mei's favorite guinea pig!!! She goes absolutely nuts with his support items and she comes up with new things for him all the time. He is the perfect little person to test out all her fire proof babies and water proof babies and OoOh her ICE proof babies!!! ARE YOU INTERESTED IN A CAPE?? ITS FIRE AND ICR PROOF. IT CANCELS OUT AIR RESISTANCE. And at first hes like ahhh too loud, but then he gets used to her and hes like give me everything you got throw it at me. She has code names for her customers and she calls him Iced Venti Chai Latte. VERY GOOD.

I JUST WANT HIM TO BE FRIENDS WITH EVERYONE. STAN SHOUTO TODOROKI.

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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Hello! I'm not sure if you're still accepting requests but can I ask for a little imagine where Overhaul got hit by a De-aging quirk and his s/o basically had to take care of him? I just thought it would sound cute :D thank you so much! I just really love how you write Overhaul!

I always looked for something like this and now I am the one writing it... please I cant be the only one...

You heard Kurono's voice mumble something that you couldn't catch at first but you could at least understand that one thing was that he in pain.

You slowly walked through the yakusa's house and this time you could understand Chrono's words.

"What do you want me do to about it? Hide you behind a curtain-? OW!" He cursed some words while you catched Mimic's voice as well.

"Mimic? Chrono?" You entered before knocking.

Both men jumped and turned their front to you, Mimic up on the desk of your boyfriend's office while Chrono standed right behind with both arms behind his back.

"Good afternoon (Y/N)." Both said innocently in union.

"Good afternoon...?" You arched a eyebrow at their suspicious behavior "Would you mind telling me where Overhaul is? I haven't seen him all the morning..."

"So. There was a-" Chrono hitted the back of Mimic's head after making a pained expression like he was hurted as well.

"He is probably out, maybe taking a break from work (Y/N)."

"Ok?" You spoke uncertainly "Tell him I'm looking for him if he comes back?" Both nodded.

When you left office Kurono gulped down his swear.

"MOTHERFU-" Mimic fell from the table to the ground when the object instantly overhauled.

"I forgot how strong you were, even on that form." Said Chrono rubbing his ankle.

Chisaki groaned as his now tiny hands rubbed his hair as he got up from his hidden spot on his desk.

One hero in training just was out of control with their teacher's training, and their quirk just blasted him. Now there he was, a young adult caged on a five to six years old child body...

"This must be a nightmare..." growled Chisaki while Mimic stiffled a snicker at hearing Overhaul's voice.

"I still don't understand why you refuse to let (Y/N) see you Chisaki, honestly." Chisaki deadlanned at his friend before answering.

"Look at me. Not even both of you are taking me serious right now, imagine them. This is humiliating..."

"Overhaul, not wanting to be rude or anything but the chick haven't saw you naked or so-" Mimic was punched in the face by Chisaki which made the poor dude went flying to the wall.

He send a glare to Chrono, whose only put both of his hands up in defence.

"The brat has his strength, holy shit." Spilled blood Mimic.

You walked through the halls again after taking a shower; and sadly, your boyfriend apparently hadn't returned, so you just went to his office to leave one note, wishing him good night if he didn't returned to bed.

When you went to push the door your heard a faint childish voice saying out loud a 'goddammit' coming from inside his office which startled you for bit. Slowly you pushed the door and peaked through to confirm that you weren't paranoid.

Balancing on one foot in the chair and one arm trying to reach your boyfriend's plague mask, was a dark brown haired boy dressed in a black blouse too wide for his size.

"Dammit why did I put this thing so high?" Mumbled the kid once again.

Wait... is that?

Suddenly he lost his balance and started to wave his arms in favor to recuperate it but it was too late as the chair itself falled.

"SHIT!"

You threw yourself on your knees and grabbed the child before he could collide with the ground as you blocked with your body the falling plague mask that probably was going to hit his head.

That hurted. This damn mask is heavy, how can Kai use this thing?!

You had your supposed idea confirmed when the boy oppened his eyes slowly looking up with the familiar golden eyes that you came to love.

His eyes widened as he tried to squirm out of your arms but you bold him firmly in your chest.

"Kai, is that you? Or some little intruder which appears too much with my boyfriend as a child?" You asked sarcastically already knowing the answer.

Thanks Pops.

Chisaki eyes were burning from a second; he felt so humiliated... before he had the knowledge, one or two tears formed in his eyes but wouldn't fall.

"Oh god! Did you get hurt? Are you okay?" You checked carefully his face even having almost sure that he wasn't affected by the fall.

"No." He mumbled as he covered his eyes in shame. Fucking hell those childish humors.

"Kai." You cooed heloing him to his feet "What happened? Was it a quirk?" He nodded quietly still refusing to take his hands away from his face.

"Love please talk to me." You approached your hands to his "Can I?"

As much as he wanted to order you to go away or to simpky say no, he nodded, feeling your gentle touch on his fragile skin, taking away his only shield from this embarrassing and humiliating situation.

"Do you know how much it will last?" You asked gently.

"Chrono made a research and found that the effect only last for one day or a few hours. But it has been already more than few hours." He spoke impatiently and in anger.

You hummed in understatement already planning on something to lift his spirits for a bit.

He notice that you were staring at him when he finally took the courage to look into your eyes, and he scoffed in annoyance as he frowned.

"What? You're going to tell how pathetic I look? How weak or something like that?" He growled and immediately regret it when he heard the humiliating sound that came from him.

You smilled, trying not to giggle as you shook your head.

"No, I just found you cute."

"Go to the hell." He mumbled as he crossed his arms and tried to hide a blush on his face.

It was much difficult in this form he was now.

"Ok ok sorry! Not cute!" You putted your hands up in defence but soon notice the way he clenched his arms as he gulped.

"Hey" you picked his attention "What about we just stay on our room? Just eat something and relax." He arched an eyebrow at you and pointed at himself up and down.

"With me like this?"

"Why not? It's still you right? My boyfriend. Overhaul. Kai Chisaki himself isn't it?" He seemed to relax at your words before sighing and went walking in your front.

"Do what you wish..." he stopped at the front door locking uo before sighing again.

"(Y/N)..." he silently begged your help which you quickly got up and oppened the door for him to pass.

So tiny...

You both just stayed talking and sometimes eating the things you brought to his room; he threatened to make you clean the entire base if you let even a single grit fall on the sheets which you only laughed nodding.

He ended up spilling juice on the griund though. Tiny angry little bird wasn't happy....

Asides that accident, both of you didn't really cared much about the whole situation which Chisaki was relieved because you didn't treat him any different just because of his size or appearance.

Although it didn't even reach 8 p.m and he felt his eyes starting to grow heavy on the middle of a card game that you had suggested...

"Felling tired my love?" You asked seing his head falling then suddenly jerking back up again.

"No.." he mumbled "Go fish." He yawned as he out his own mass of cards om the bed for a moment before blinking fervently the sleep and looking at his cards again.

... it wasn't even that game you were playing.

You giggled, guarding all of the cards; including his besides his prostests; and neatly put it back in the little box.

"I'm felling a little sleepy hon, want to call night?" You lied to at least try to convince your stubborn boyfrie d to lay down as well.

"If you insist..." he yawned again before getting closer to you as he layed down.

You immitaded his actions, you turned off the light in your room and arranged the covers over both of you.

It only passed a few seconds before you felt a slightly tug on the collar of your shirt. You oppened your eyes to meet golden ones staring at you, filled with the desire to sleep.

"Something wrong Kai?" He seemed in thought for a moment before snuggling closer in your neck.

"It's cold." He simply stated as he hugged your form. Right blame the temperature Chisaki...

You smiled and carresed his hair for a bit, although when you stopped Chisaki seemed to move his head against your palm repeatedly as he let out some longer sighs, making you giggle and return your actions on his hair.

"Angel?" he sleepy called which you responded humming "I... never had this in my life so... it feels... nice."

Those last words stroked straight into your core as you widened your eyes in surprise, but when you looked down Chisaki was already passed out on your chest.

You felt your heart shattered at his sleep deprived confession... no wonder he was like this...

What had he passed through exactly before the yakusa...?

You only could sleep by two in the morning and couldn't even stay long as you woke up four hours later, feeling the much heavier body pressed into your chest.

You smiled as you saw your boyfriend in his normal appearance peacefully sleeping...

Maybe you would ask about that later, for now you were just going to admire this handsome devil in his kost rare moment...

#overhaul x reader #overhaul scenario #fanfic overhaul #chisaki kai imagine scenario #chisaki kai x reader #bnha imagine #bnha x reader #bnha characters #bnha villains #bnha #bnha villains x reader #overhaul #chisaki kai #my writing #zuffer writingz

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all-things-fic · 5 years

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17, 42, 87 x (love ya)

17 - “I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”42 - “You’re always on my mind”87 - “You’re so adorable”

Hope I did the prompts justice. x

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You blindly reached for your phone on your bedside table, hand slapping around a couple of times before you managed to find the device that had so abruptly roused you from your slumber.

Through squinting eyes, still heavy with sleep you somehow managed to press the green circle on your screen and pick up the call.

“Hello,” you grumbled, mouth half squashed against your pillow and eyes closed again as you listened to the dreamy but tired sigh from the other side of the phone call.

“‘Iya love,” his sleep laden voice filled your eyes, a warmth washing over you that sadly wasn’t enough to rid you of your annoyance.

“Harry,” you protested, light frown forming in the middle of your brows.

“‘M sorry,” he gruffly chuckled. “Know you were probably asleep,” he paused. “S’jus’, ‘s’really cold out ‘ere, standin’ on your door step and I didn’t wanna knock-“

With the small frown on your face deepening, you cut him off, “You’re outside?”

“Yeah-“

“Mine?”

He was amused, you could tell. This little breathy titter heard through the phone. In your defence you had just woken up, you were allowed to be confused. A small pause filled the space before he said, “yes.”

“Where’s your key?”

“Didn’t pack it, did I?

“Have you been home?”

“Darlin’,” he paused “you know I just love small talk but I’m freezin’ m’bollocks off ‘ere-“

You rolled your lips into your mouth, hearing his frustration.

“And we wouldn’t want that would we?” you lightly teased. “Alright, I’m on my way down,” you kicked yourself out from under the covers, keeping him on the phone and speaking mindless nonsense to each other.

You stopped midway on the stairs when you saw him through the panes of glass on your door. He was leaning against the outside of your door, his head resting against the window. Through the pebbled glass, you could just about make out that he had his eyes closed.

Softly smiling, you walked down the remaining steps and said, “I suggest you move from leaning on my door otherwise you’ll face plant me when I open it.”

“Thought you liked me on top, love?”

“Less of the cheek,” you grumbled, hearing him chuckle dirtily but watching the way he did what you asked, moving himself from the door. Him being playful was great and all but you’d been woken up and your fuse was much shorter when you were sleep deprived. He knew this, which was why he was doing it even more.

As you pulled your front door open, you kept the phone against your ear, eyes greeted with your boyfriend for the first time in six weeks.

Your boyfriend who now had longer hair than when you’d last seen him. Dressed in that black coat that made you ridiculously weak at the knees considering it was just a piece of clothing and the comfiest set of t-shirt and joggers you’d ever seen him wear. So comfy that you were contemplating ways of being able to steal them from right under his nose for your own wardrobe.

Leaning up against the wall in the alcove of your front doorway, the shadows that were cast over his face by the harsh porch lighting, made you realise just how much you’d missed him. Even more so when he light bit his bottom lip and looked at you from under his lashes.

“What’s the password?” You asked, phone still pressed against you ear, the same for Harry.

His lips twitched as his eyes moved over your no doubt puffy-from-sleep face. Licking his lips, he stayed silent contemplating his answer. He could go with the apology password of “I’m sorry I forgot my key” or he could go with the truth-

“I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”

You smiled, enjoying the way he looked at you softly while he made some sort of noise that resembled the winning buzzer of a “ding ding ding!” as he saw the way your smile deepened from what he’d said.

That’s how the two of you remained, stood opposite each other, staring with ridiculously love-sick smiles. Harry broke the silence, lightly saying, “Bloody ‘ell, should’ve gone with “fuck me, you’re gorgeous, can I ‘ave a kiss?”

“Oh, there’s multiple passwords,” you started, standing slightly on your tip toes and reaching for the collar of his coat so you could pull him closer to you on your doorstep.

“Is tha’ righ’?” He lazily questioned. “Bet I know all the passwords,” he leaned down, nose brushing yours lightly as he disconnected the call and pocketed his phoned. “Every single one of ‘em.”

“Bet you don’t, expire after thirty days so had to change ‘em since we’ve peaked at fourty-two.”

“Missed me tha’ much you’ve counted down the days?”

“Oh, piss off,” you started to dip away from him as he shifted his lips slightly to slip them over yours.

“Oooh, access denied,” he spoke with singing lilt, dimples appearing, as you turned your head slightly causing him to press his sponging kiss to the corner for your lips instead.

Your head tilted back slightly as you giggled at his light banter. He smiled against your skin, your hands weaving through the hair on the back of his head as he wrapped his arms around your lower back and slowly walked (read: waddled from side-to-side) the two of you over the threshold of your house, inside and into the warmth.

Kicking the door behind him, you hummed as he puckered his lips, so lightly against the skin of your jawline, that you weren’t quite sure if he had done it or not.

Dreamingly sighing, you said, “God, you’re so adorable-“

He scrunched his nose up at you, it twitching against your skin. “Prefer handsome, rugged-“ he moved to kiss the other side of your jawline, “shaggable, m’self t’be’onest. Maybe not in tha’ order but-“

You didn’t respond as the two of you stayed in each other’s arms, cuddling in your hallway. Breathing each other in and enjoying each other’s warmth, Harry swayed you lightly.

Lips so close to each other, resting at the corner of each other’s mouth, you asked, “Why are you not sleeping?”

“You.”

“Me?”

He hummed, “Always on my bloody mind. Mornin’, noon and bleedin’ night. ‘Specially when I’m away.”

You laughed through your nose, hands rubbing across Harry’s shoulders as he continued to squeeze and scoop you up tightly to him.

“Laughin’ at my misery of not being able to sleep. Real nice of you, darlin’,” he jibed.

“You worry too much,” you mumbled, feeling him rear up and away from you, hands moving to cup your face.

“Wi’you I don’t think I worry enough,” he let his eyes roam your face, smiling when your expression scrunched up with a large yawn.

“Can we go back t’bed now?” you mumbled, pouting lightly.

Harry chuckled, leaning down he pecked your lips. Normally he’d take offence, make some silly comment about him boring you but instead he softly stroked at the underside of your chin and said, “Lead the way, darlin’”

#harry styles #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #prompt #harry styles fanfiction #my writing

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mayhemcj · 5 years

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I’mma take a nap right here ~ Klaus Hargreeves x Male!Reader

Request: here’s the tea, i really need a klaus x m! reader where reader is super sleep deprived (maybe from work or even college) and maybe they are walking together and reader just straight up falls asleep so klaus has to carry him home and reader wakes up when they get home and they cuddle and klaus just kind of whispers sweet things and gets reader to fall asleep? thank you bb

A/N: I love this sm. I'm currently sleep depreived from college myself so I'm definetely going with that. Thank u anon! (I'm so sorry about the title dfsjds)

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You were currently wasting away at your laptop in your university library. You had essay after essay, project after project to start, work on and finish since the semester was soon coming to an end. Although you were grateful that you had summer coming up, fuck, finals were hard on you. It was hard for you to sleep at night knowing you had so much to do, and it took a harsh toll on you. You had hardly slept the past few days, and Klaus, your roomate and boyfriend of almost 7 months, was starting to take notice.

In his defence, it really isn't hard to see at this point. You had started to doze off at random points in the day; During breakfast and dates, even just 'relaxing' on the couch. Sometimes he would ask you a simple question and it would take you a minute to even process what he said.

"Y/n? Have you been here all day?" Klaus seemed to just appear in front of you, standing next to the table you were working at.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. History paper."

"You've been working for days, you need a break, love."

"No I jus.. I just need to finish this.

"You keep saying that, Y/n. You need to sleep."

Klaus said softly, grabbing your book bag and starting to put your things away.

"I'm not.. I'm not even tired.." You replied, quietly turning away to yawn after speaking.

"Obviously. You have bags under your eyes, hun. Come on, please? For me?" He said in a small voice, giving you his puppy eyes.

You sighed quietly and looked to what you had done on your computer, biting your lip. You sighed again, closing your laptop.

"Fine."

Klaus grinned. "Thank you, baby. You need a break. You've been working so hard."

"I suppose." You said quietly in response, standing up and packing up the rest of your things.

"You have! Now come on, let's get home."

You slipped your bag onto your shoulder, tiredly grasping for Klaus' hand. He recipricated, intertwining your fingers and smiling.

You two quietly walked home, as your shared apartment wasn't all too far. You, however, kept dozing off, tripping, and generally just being a mess. You let out a relieved breath when you stepped into your apartment building, really starting to feel the sleep get to you. You yawned again, and had Klaus guide you to the elevator.

"You tired, love?" Klaus asked, pressing the button to your floor.

You simply hummed, closing your eyes and leaning against the elevator wall and crossing your arms.

"Y'know, I love you, but you really need to give yourself more breaks. You work so hard, and again, I love you for that, but you need to take care of yours-"

Klaus stopped mid-sentance and looked over to you. Your head was rested in the corner of the elevator, your lips parted. You were snoring. Fucking snoring.

"Oh my god. Y/n?" Klaus said quietly, taking a step towards you. "Babe, really?"

You didn't respond, obviously. You had passed out cold, while standing.

Klaus thought for a moment, but had to act quickly since the elevator opened to their floor. He cursed under his breath and untangled your arms, putting them around his neck and picking you up by your thighs.

"As much as I love your body, god my twink ass can't handle picking you up." Klaus said and laughed to himself, walking out of the elevator with you in his arms.

"Aw, fuck.." Klaus only realized that he needed to get your keys while he was in front of your door. He set you against the door, your legs still wrapped around his waist. He finally worked out your keys from your front pocket, putting them in the door and holding you again before opening it.

"Alright, babe.." He said, really only to himself. "I don't know how you do this every other day with me." He chuckled again, grabbing the keys from the door and closing it with his foot.

He took a quick breath and waddled to your room, setting you down on the bed and working your limbs from his body.

"Let's get you out of this, yeah?" Klaus said softly, starting to unbutton the button-down you were in.

You picked up your head, seemingly still half-asleep. "Hmmh..?"

Klaus looked up to you, halfway down your torso. "Morning, baby. Just trying to get you out of these so you can sleep, alright?"

That seemed to be a good enough explanation for you, as you dropped your head back to your pillow, closing your eyes again.

Klaus worked your arms out of your shirt, dropping it to the floor and slipping your shoes off. He kept you in your joggers, not wanting to deal with them. They were comfy enough, anyways.

He climbed into bed beside you, tossing the blanket over the both of you and curling up to your side. You were probably 100% asleep at this point, but you moved your arm around him, making him sigh happily and moving closer to you.

"I'm glad you're getting some sleep, finally. Even if it took passing out." Klaus chuckled sleepily, closing his eyes and resting his head on your shoulder. "Goodnight, love.."

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A/N: This was,,, longer than anticipated. and if you don't know wtf i'm talking about with the title, it's a vine (again i'm sorry). Thank you for reading!

#klaus hargreeves #klaus hargreeves x male reader #klaus hargreeves x male!reader #klaus hargreeves x m!reader #male reader #x male reader #tua #the umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves x reader

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