#back in the day you could name a giant robot fucking ANYTHING and no one could stop you
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#aj oc#mecha#galvion#breast chaser#back in the day you could name a giant robot fucking ANYTHING and no one could stop you
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Just What I Needed. (1.5)
(Mike Schmidt X F! Reader)
A/N: This is one of the chapters I was talking about. This is how the rest of this story will function too. One chapter of main plot, one flashback!
Chapters: 1, 1.5, 2, 2.5, 3, 3.5, 4, 4.5, 5
(Y/N)’s father was a man with big dreams. He always knew what he wanted, how to get it, and why he wanted it. He knew that he wanted to open a restaurant, something fresh and fun for families. He never much liked children, though, except for one.
It happened early in her life, but she remembered the day her father had opened Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. He came home with the paperwork filed, and a giant smile plastered over his usually dull face. He had picked her small body up and twirled her around the room as he spoke.
“It is done, can you believe it?” He asked her, bundling her body tightly in his arms.
“What’s done? What’s goin’ on?”
“The restaurant,” he said, placing her back down on her feet, chuckling lightly when she faltered out of dizziness. “We’ll open tomorrow. Proud of your old dad, aren’t you?”
“Of course, daddy! Can I come tomorrow?”
Her father lowered himself to his knees, placing a hand on her shoulder while his grin stayed strongly across his features. Before he could answer her, a voice called out from the kitchen.
“(Y/N),” her mother called, voice weak and strained, as if every word sliced through her throat as it came up. Her name echoed slightly on the walls as her mother called again, urging her to come to her.
“Let’s see what your mother wants, hm?” He rose back to his feet, an obvious damper placed on his mood in hearing his wife’s croaking voice.
Her mother eyed the two from her spot by the sink.
She was a cold woman, thin and boney, though it wasn’t just time that had done this to her. Her life, as she found it, was full of compromise. She never wanted children. In her home, they were the inescapable hell that she could only cope with by puffing her thinly rolled cigarettes to keep herself sane.
“Go upstairs, (Y/N).” The filter of her cigarette was stained red by her lips. The grey ash sprinkled slightly on the floor as she placed it back into her mouth.
“Why? I thought I was gonna go with dad–”
“Now, (Y/N). Go to your room.” She put the cig out in the sink, punctuating her sentence with a soft hiss of the ash against the stray water droplets littering the sink.
(Y/N) nodded slowly before walking halfway up the stairs. She stopped and sat, hugging the rail so that she could listen to her parents' conversation.
“Why would you try to take her there?” Her moms voice was quiet and muffled behind the wall, but (Y/N) sat as still as she could, hardly breathing in order to be able to hear everything. “I don’t want her at that fucking restaurant.”
“I can take my daughter wherever I want,” he quickly shot back, car keys clenched in his hand. He felt the grooves of the house key on the ring digging into his palm. “I worked hard, she’ll like it there.”
“Our daughter, William, and no, she won’t. Those monster robots you spend all your time on will scare her.”
“I made them for her, I think I know my daughter well enough to know what she’d like.”
A dry, sarcastic laugh fell from her lips. “Really? You think you know anything about her, about any of these goddamn kids? When’s the last time you were here for more than a few hours?”
“Don’t tell me what I don’t do, I do too much for you, for all of you.” He sucked his teeth and walked away, leaving her in the kitchen. Seeing his daughter still on the stairs, he waved her over. “Let’s go.”
“Mom said we could go?” (Y/N) felt her hands twitch nervously. She knew her mother didn’t want her to go with her father, she never went against her.
“We don’t always have to listen to her, she doesn’t always know what’s best for you, baby girl.”
She followed behind William, clinging onto his pant leg as they walked out of the house. She sat in the backseat quietly, waiting for her father to start talking while he pulled out of the driveway. Instead, he joined her in silence, feeling the tension in the car grow when (Y/N)’s mother’s face appeared in the window, scowling.
The awkward silence dissipated into a calm quiet once they pulled into the well lit parking lot of Freddy’s. The car pulled in smoothly under the black pavement and stopped right in front of the door.
“Hop out, let’s go see the inside.”
She got out and shivered in the cold, night air. Her arms grew soft goosebumps until she felt a heavy fabric cover her shoulders.
“Hm?” She looked at the jacket her father placed over her. His favorite, a tan, thick coat with wool around the hood. “Thank you,” she said softly, slipping her arms through the sleeves.
He said nothing, instead leading her to the door, unlocking it, and bringing her inside. (Y/N) gasped at the bright colors of the main floor. The tables were nice and wooden, the floors were slick and new, and there were game machines in the back of the room.
“Can I go play one? Pretty please?” She tried to run over to one, but his firm hand grabbed the hood of the jacket to stop her in place.
“There’ll be plenty time for that another day. Come, there is something better I want you to see.” William picked her up, hands on her lower back as he scooped her comfortably up to his chest. He brought her to a stage covered by red curtains. The velvet crinkled under his rough hands when he pulled it back to reveal the animatronics. The animatronics were powered off, sitting with an uncanny aura around them. They were shiny and plastic, but they gave off an old, tired energy that she felt unnerved by.
“Daddy, what are those?”
He put her down on the stage, pushing her forward a bit to urge her to touch them.
“Your new friends, (Y/N).
#barleyxnighteye#fanfiction#x reader#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#fnaf movie#josh hutcherson#fnaf x reader#dark fic#long fic#mike schmidt#mike schmidt x reader
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shmupdate 🧦
very long, hastily written, but a look is appreciated
greetings- to those who are somehow still lingering around this account or came up upon it during my desolate time off. it is sock. or sockori.... or raven... my name is actually raven (they/it, 20 yo disabled autistic goth nerd whatever the fuck). howdy
im still on the 'undetermined hiatus' so to speak that i described in my leaving post, but i will say right now that i have no near future plans on returning. in the tags on my newest art, i mentioned my naruto hyperfixation (of like. 6 years i think) finally died out and other interests have long since captured my autism full force. for me personally, when i lose a special interest like this so drastically, i just full on abandon it for as long as it stands. however, this isn't the only thing that made me leave, and i think its time for me to be completely honest & get some weight off my chest.
i made this account around the cusp of turning 14, during a god awful pubescent era where i acted as any other edgy teen does and i'd much rather like to forget these days. what im saying is i was not in the right mindset at all when i exposed myself that much & got the attention that i did. a dismayingly giant coping mechanism i had in my youth was being online 24/7 because i had no one in reality to lean on let alone feel comfortable talking to about anything that was happening at that time. this of course leads to what the kids call these days being 'chronically online'- desperate for some sort of assurance or interaction, i crawled into internet spaces i shouldn't have been for an also incredibly unsupervised child using the dangerous worldwide web.
yes, naruto was apart of this, as well as other interests i had at the time. throughout my journey i met unsavory people, suffered abhorrent things like stalking & gr---ming, saw things i didn't deserve to see, did a bunch of stupid shit an angsty teen does, i believe you understand the rest. i am in no way proud or gleeful about any of these years and have some very sour memories tied to fandom as a whole, not just naruto, and i really don't like reflecting on them. so, unfortunately, this account sorta became a bitter reminder of what i went through as i grew up & finally matured and sought to recover. that's the first part of why my activity fizzled away & i began backing off from internet use entirely.
the second part is sasori. yes, the puppet man. sorta the sole reason i made sockori in the first place. as the sasori enjoyers following / who followed know, this puppeteer has an incredibly unhealthy philosophy and worldview (if the carefully preserved corpses turned puppets and complete lack of humanity didn't give that away), and is safe to say entirely detached from his reality to a nhilistic and suicidal extent. when you autistically fixate on a character like how i did, sometimes this character's rhetoric can seep into your own without you even realizing; Especially when you're a spot where you are incredibly vulnerable and psychologically unstable, as i was in my youth. now i didn't go around believing you should uhhh murder people and preserve them Obviously- actually i began to believe that perhaps there was some peace in obtaining a robotic existence. maybe emotions were useless, perhaps nothing truly mattered, my life didn't matter, art in eternal in the sense that death is scary and i should avoid it at all costs, why make connections with people when they just die or leave, cant trust people at all to help me, xyz. anything in these lines. without going too uncomfortably deep for everyone's sake and mine, it fucked me up severely. i suppose in a way it relates to how he uses poison. his toxins got right into my nervous system, but the pain i felt from those toxins was the only thing i could really rely on at the time, so i just let it happen. such is the depressing case of coping in the worst spot of your life.
cant help but feel incredibly strange telling the tale, as it sounds so obscure doesn't it, but media can truly get inside your psyche like this if a consumer isn't careful. not sure if anyone else out there fell into a similar headspace dealing with interests in this nature- but regardless. what i mean to say is, sasori is now a kind of content i cant consume anymore. i am in a way better place now, have grown wise and balanced with careful recovery and patience, and of course have grown out of whatever teenage nonsense i was on. sasori, who was once the only thing my autistic traumatized ass could lean on, is now an extremely dark shadow on my life. yes i see this homicidal anime puppet dude from a fantasy ninja anime and get psychological distress. he's somewhat of an aggressor or abuser to me now, which is tragic. ive been actively avoiding everything even vaguely relating to him, be it the art of puppetry, anime clips, robotic/sci-fi genre, whatnot cause i just. man. i dont wanna go back there. shouldn't have to explain why at this point. ptsd at its finest
feel like ive been honest enough. sasori enjoyers out there who were just around to enjoy what i made, anyone i happened to be good friends with during my time on this account, this doesn't have anything to do with you guys. i appreciate everyone dearly for supporting me and cheering me on in whatever i made despite all the hell & anguish that was taking place beyond the keyboard. im just glad that i managed to find some way out and get the help i need before i gave up & took my own life, which depressingly i almost did a handful of times. carrying the horrors is an exhausting burden to bare sometimes, but that does not mean i can't look back on the good parts of the era too. and seeing you all happy and sharing my memes or whatever made me ecstatic and at least a little bit hopeful for the future. fortunately that little spark of hope grew into something more. thanks for being a light in a very, very dark room.
that being said, i leave you all with this: i am not dead, just greatly changed, a new person at last freed from apathy & exhaustion, with now enough room to finally grow. the memories will never truly fade & my disabilities will be a part of me until i pass on, but at least now i can manage them a lot better than ever before, surrounded by way better people who love me for who i am. i will hang on the best i can. i wish for you to do the same. find freedom and happiness wherever you are. take care. happy trails
trans rights. i eat fascist souls. free palestine
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honestly, i have no idea what this was supposed to be in response to, but it was buried in my drafts & im gonna bring it back because i feel like it should see the light of day for a moment + i wanna add onto it.
to be honest, i think this speel only scratches the surface of my fascination with the arkeyans. i don’t think i can quite put it into words but i’m gonna try.
i think it comes down to how much about them we see, but how little about them they actually know.
this was supposed to be short but it actually isn’t (surprise) so the ramble is below the cut.
i’m tired so i’m going on what’s off the top of my head, but we see certain things that imply things about their culture, but we still don’t know anything about their culture.
the weapon master calls the quicksilver vault a trial of sorts in spyro’s adventure, i think. there was a room heavily implied to be a bakery in giants. they had a whole graveyard in swap force, complete with at least one “guardian” watching over it (which notably is not a robot, nor even resembles any other arkeyan being seen or mentioned, but is a monkey of all things).
why would they need trials to prove honor/worthiness for obtaining the quicksilver? why’d they have a bakery? why would they need a graveyard, of all things, and also a guardian to watch over it?
were they once human/mortal, then turned into robots at one point, or were they always robots who were more human at heart than full robot? wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened in skylanders. (and honestly, the whole Robo-Kaos transformation could be used to swing either way)
but that might explain the simple “why,” but not the deeper “why?” or the infinitely more interesting: “what else?”
were trials and tests regular in their society, or just for protection, or just for testing arkeyan warriors? were they only a race of war machines, or were there civilians? innocents who fell to whatever sealed their race’s fate?
if they had a bakery, what else did they have? did they have their own unique cuisine? was their bakery any good? aside from food, what other “little things” did they have that were a big part of their society? were there artists? craftsmen? musicians? did they play games, sports? and what happened to all of that when whatever happened to them happened? do the remnants still stand? have we seen it and we’ll never know, save for the few location names we’ve gotten, or are they tucked away in the corners of the world we’ve never seen?
and the graveyard. the fucking graveyard. sure, maybe the level was just made as en excuse to bring the Arkeyans back as enemies for a hot minute since it’s never directly called an arkeyan graveyard, but the idea of a graveyard for robots is just so intriguing, again, given how little we know of arkeyan culture. if a robot was broken beyond fixing, couldn’t they just shove it off somewhere? throw it in a vault like where krypt king came from? why did they need a place to bury their “dead?” and since they did, did they have anything special for those with higher honor, or were they all “returned” to the dirt the same? did burials mean anything, and did the “lives” of their fellow machines mean anything special? were the graveyards and graves respected, or just a dumping ground? were the graves theirs at all, or were they put there by someone else?
(other edit: there’s a superchargers track that is basically rampant ruins but it’s called the “temple of arkus” and i’m gonna let you predict my train of thought before i spend another 15 minutes talking about a possible belief system that we’ll never know about. because then i’ll go on a tangent about how we know nothing about higher beings or religions or beliefs in skylands like at all. and that’s for another rainy day.)
and the goddamn monkey. the graveyard guardian. again, was this arkeyan, or from someone else? they “stomp robots rising from the grave,” but that still doesn’t answer anything. if we knew more, it would, but we still don’t know if the graves were intentional or incidental; if the arkeyans were buried with intent, or they ended up there when the race went kaput. if it was theirs, that brings in so many more questions. did they have a certain belief regarding the dead? or spirits or guardians? the monkey not looking arkeyan at all could be interesting from either take, honestly.
(hindsight edit: thinking about it again, the monkey statue kinda reminds me of the statues you had to put back together at the vault of the ancients, but i haven’t played it in a long time so i’m probably wrong but whatever, but that monkey being from the watch wraiths could also be an interesting swing: were they allies or enemies, if it is?)
point is, the arkeyans had so much hinted, but hardly anything told, and every little thing we got didn’t give us answers, but more questions as to who they actually were. i just think their whole lore was so cool, and i’m kinda disappointed they just dropped them entirely after swap force, but i honestly don’t trust the writing of the later games to do them total justice like giants did.
thanks for coming to my ted talk. this will happen again.
#i both love and hate worldbuilding like this where they hint just BARELY at something super interesting and then say nothing else#i love it because of all the possibilities and how cool it *could* be#and i hate it because i want to know more and i know that even if it was it would never be used to it’s full potential#or be as cool as it could be#sorry the whole culture of skylands is such a cool thing that’s never covered & i love thinking about it#and i love the arkeyans for. all the reasons stated above lol#grace being stupid#text post#skylanders#skylanders giants#skylanders swap force#arkeyans
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Just me comparing 2 things I’m positive no one has ever compared before but trust me bro…
Now I think the only other anime that is not already established to be fucking off the wall that is a shonen and could get away with following the Hetalia story telling formula and just one week switching the entire plot to something different that has nothing to do with anything for a few weeks is Dragon Ball. Now if you’ve never watched Dragon Ball. Let me clue you in yes it gets a rep for being a full on fighting manga/anime but garuntee if you ask anyone what their favorite episodes/ moments are it would be some of the dumb shit. Like everyone loves the episode where they were just like “fuck it goku and piccolo are getting their drivers license” and the 2 separate baseball episodes are other favorites. Basically just the ones where they are just hanging out. Dbz also has an entire random Highschool arc. A few cooking montages, farming drama, an entire arc where they are forest rangers for no reason. As maybe the biggest dragon ball fan on this entire website and an avid Hetalia fan I can assure you that Hetalia and Dragon Ball have a lot of similarities. If you’ve never watched it I cannot explain it but if you have you will know what I mean based on vibes.
Also I just remembered Dragon Ball DID do the thing where it switches plot the original Dragon Ball was more of a fantasy epic with dinosaurs, witches, zombies, mummies, talking anthropomorphic animals just a banana world THEN episode 1 of Dragon Ball Z we find out goku is an alien and has the exact same back story as Superman. And the entire show changes from a light hearted fantasy to a Sci-fi epic with aliens, robots and lab created monsters
(going to add here for anyone who read my little adhd hyperfixation if you’ve never watched dragon ball z & or Super please go do that. It is the foundation for modern day anime and is masterpiece I think you will be pleasantly surprised by how much you enjoy it… just sayin 😏 you can trust me I would not lead you stray. I am not a Reddit dude bro telling you it’s the greatest thing ever made, so I think that? Why yes yes I do, but you need to watch it and decide for yourself if it’s worth the praise it’s been getting for nearly 49 years. It’s been going on since the 80s how crazy is that!?.)
Also it’s like the National treasure of Mexico everyone knows who goku is there. He might as well be on their flag. FUN FACT!! Did you know in the Dragon Ball Super Broly Movie from 2019 they had chanting in the back ground of the fights cheering for goku, vegeta and broly bassed on who was on the screen and it was becuse Mexico held giant town wide watch parties for the final episodes of Dragon Ball super and they were chanting the characters names like that. It’s pretty wholesome it’s on YouTube if your curious everyone from every age group is there they sat up outside with a theater screen to watch Goku & Frieza fight Jiren and Toriyama loved it so much he wanted to put it in the movie. Well… I knew that I know everything about dragon ball. Mexico loves Dragon ball so much it fucks up their diplomatic relations with Japan because they make their own dragon ball merch. When the creator died Mexico did a nation wide Thing where at a certain time they all lifted their hands to the sky to give him their energy for a spirit bomb. If that’s not dedication and love idk what is.
This post went everywhere and nowhere lmao
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rotb
hi guys. so i saw rotb. unfortunately i fucking hated it. lemme talk about why. (spoilers, obviously. be warned this is very long.)
first of all, lemme preface this by saying two things. number one being i did not have high expectations for this movie in the first place. because lets be honest, this is the transformers fandom, and hollywood has almost never done us justice. also, the trailers and teasers weren't exactly encouraging. number two being i am a huge fucking movie nerd. okay. i love movies. so just keep that in mind.
i think it's worth pointing out that my number one critic of this movie is that for almost the entire runtime, it's something worse than bad: it's boring.
i mean, how do you make giant robots boring??? how is that even possible? let's unpack that.
first of all, it has the most generic, cookie cutter action movie plot ever. we have to get the.... thing! you know, the thing! and we have to do it before the.... other guys! who are working for the BIG guy! and if we don't... the world will end! wahhh!
how is anyone supposed to be invested in that. there are no stakes. there's no tension. there's nothing. we've literally seen this exact plot played out one million times. THERE'S NOTHING NEW!!!
furthermore, the characterization of literally everyone is dogshit. the villians are bland, and have absolutely no motivation behind "darkness and evil." that's NOT INTERESTING!! there's no backstory! i literally could not even tell you the NAMES of the three main antagonists that are on the screen for half the movies runtime. that's how unimportant they are.
and god, the autobots are even worse. first of all, optimus prime and mirage are the only actual characters. i can't remember a single line any other robot says. not one.
but optimus is so under-hyped. they claim he's some big warrior (optimus primal even goes "i'm named after you") but we don't get ANY backstory. we don't know anything about cybertron, or the war, or even what the hell they're doing on earth. we know they "crash landed 7 years ago, and haven't been able to get off since". and they "have to get back, or cybertron will be destroyed!" do they ever tell us WHY cybertron might be destroyed? NOPE!
now we, as an informed audience, can reasonably assume it's because of the war.
but.... what??? friends, the decepticons are never even MENTIONED.
lemme repeat that. the decepticons are never. even mentioned. SO WHY WOULD ANY AUDIENCE BE INVESTED IN THEM RETURNING TO CYBERTRON? THERE'S NO STAKES!!!
back to the autobots though. also mirage is just annoying. he's literally just a"POP CULTURE REFRENCE" machine. that's it. that's all he does.
i... i can't even address what happens between him and the human guy (literally can't even be bother to remember his name) in the finale. i can't. i need to leave that alone or we'll be here all day.
god, i have so many things to say about this movie i need to speedrun a couple okay let's go
humans. boring. why are these movies about giant robots so determined to shove human characters in our faces they DON'T COMPARE EVER!!! the two humans are? fine? but the dude is literally just hero fantasy and the girl is. unimportant. nothing in this movie is important. you could cut any of them.
the action. mediocre. impossible to enjoy when "GENERIC ACTION ONE LINER!" is being crammed down your throat literally every five seconds.
why did the movie market so heavily with arcee wheeljack and bumblebee. they literally have like 15 total lines of dialogue. i can't express to you how much they don't matter.
and you know what. all of that could have even been forgivable. if they had just bothered to put some classic characters in there, with classic character designs, and make a product that actual fans could at least appreciate in aesthetic/homage, if not writing!
but they didn't. they used random ass characters who NOBODY cares about and gave them all SHIT designs too!
and it's so tragic when you consider all the amazing source material that they have to offer. i mean, i have been begging for YEARs for a movie set on prewar cybertron following megatron. the political conflicts and class wars! the origin of megatron is literally the MOST INTERESTING PART OF HIS CHARACTER! BUT IT HAS NEVER A SINGLE TIME BEEN ADDRESSED! HE GETS REDUCED DOWN TO BIG MUSCLE SCARY GUY WHICH IS LITERALLY!!!!!!!!!!!! THE VERY THING HE REBELLED AGAINST!!!!!!!!!! ITS THE WHOLE FUCKING REASON FOR THE WAR AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
can you tell i have a lot of feelings about this. wow. okay this is so long. i'm sure nobody's acutally read this far. alright. what's left.
what'll i'll say is this.
there is literally no appeal to this movie. NONE. it isn't watchable as a fun, transformers piece come to life. it's not watchable as a quality action movie. hell, it isn't even worth a hate watch!!!!!
and somehow. some fucking how. it is still the second best transformers movie. OUT. OF. SEVEN.
friends. how is this possible. how could this have happened.
to all the fan creators making fan art and writing of this movie. you guys are fucking heros, alright. you are taking this incomprehensible garbage, and making actual art. you guys make this franchise worth staying in. thank you, and i wish someone put you guys in charge instead of MICHEAL. FUCKING. BAY.
in conclusion. fuck hollywood. someone give money to the people who actually care about this franchise. or i'll die.
thank you and goodnight.
#tw rant#tw long text#hbrambles#maccadams#transformers#maccadam#rotb#rise of the beasts#optimus prime#guys i had to cut like half of my rant#this is the CUT VERSION#I#hate#bad#movies#i hate them#JUST#IF YOURE GOING TO MAKE SOMETHING MAKE IT GOOD#GOD#DO IT#ARGHHHHHHH#tf
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"Death, Pestilence and Famine"
Warren Worthington III x reader
Chapter 2
Summary: What would've happened if instead of Psylocke having been recruited by Apocalypse, it had been you? What would've happened if Ororo had realised Apocalypse's true intentions earlier? How things would have turned out? Would Cairo could've been avoided? What would've happened if... ?
Again, my lovely @yelenabelovasbathwater gave me an awesome idea, what if Warren and the reader are Horsemen and fell in love during the big fight from Apocalypse. I changed I little the settings buuuut I guess I got the overall idea. BTW I'm going for a serie so be prepared hehehe.
The year is 1985 and the world is, surprisingly, not neering its own destruction.
After the whole madness that took place a few years ago in the White House: A flying stadium, a madman with knifes instead of hands and giant robots armed to the teeth, all of which could have ended with an official War Against Mutant Kind, was thankfully avoided by none other, than a mutant. A blue shapeshifter who changed the course of life as we know it forever, by saving the life of the President of the United States.
This much needed bekon of light for an entire race went by the name of Mystique. She was the reason why now, humans and mutants all around the globe could enjoy these, somewhat, peaceful times. This mysterious saviour bacame known, loved and admired world wide, specially amongst her people. They could now come out of hiding and face the world as who they truly were without fearing for their lives...
Or at least not so much, at least this time around they had a heroine who could saved them, at least this time around they weren't alone.
The year is 1985 and everyone wants to be like Mystique.
Everyone, yourself included.
Up until that moment, you never felt like a true mutant, sure you were by definition 'special' but still, you never felt that type of special. You couldn't blast fireballs out of your hands, you couldn't move things with your mind, you weren't super strong or super fast or... super in any way.
To disappear was all you got from the mutant-power-lotery. It wasn't flashy, it wasn't extravagant and, unlike what many believed, it wasn't as useful as it seemed. Sure you were a mutant, but next to telepaths or those whose mutation ended with the suffix -kinetic, you were just the one who could dissappear.
As someone who spend their entire lives aching to be something, more: more exciting, more interesting, more capable MORE...
It was obvious why that afternoon in particular became engraved into your mind forever. The day you saw the read-headed woman with blue skin stand against a man, who literally carried an entire construction through the city as if it was made of feathers. That afternoon was the moment which redefined your life.
Witnessing how that woman, whose apparent only power was to shapeshift, therefore making her a much smaller and weaker opponent to the man who could control EVERY-FUCKING-METAL-THING, got you stucked in font of the many TVs, who were been showcased at your local electronic shop, as the event was been broadcasted live for the world to see.
You had never paid so much attention to anything before, aliens could have come down to Earth right there and there and you would have missed it. Your entire focus was on her, and how she not only saved the President but how she, against all oaths... Won.
Your meek mutation always dragged you down from aspiring to do something meaningful with your life. The endless comparison between every other mutant you met, the never ending mockery and hurtful comments you had always received, kept an invisible toll on you. But now...
As the crowd, who had gathered around the shop to watch the scene, dispersed. And you slowly came back to your senses. After the stress faded away and your heartbeat steadied, your newfound purpose remain put.
If she could do something like that, why can't I?
The year is 1985 and things couldn't be worse for you.
What happens if you add naivness, some bad company and to top it up you sprinkle it with a bad decision next to a worse one? You get the perfect mix for turning a hopeful and blissful idea into the most stupid and downright disastrous one you could have ever had.
"It makes no sense! My life wasn't so bad. It wasn't perfect but at least I had a home.
I had a family.
God, I wish I knew what happened to my family.
Why did I ran away?
How could I have been so damn stupid?
Why did I ever listen to them?
How did I let them fool me so easily?
STUPID! STUPID! STUPID!"
It was the same Mantra you muttered to yourself each time you were brought back into the Cage. Each time you were forced to fight against bigger and deadlier opponents. Each time you managed to escape alive.
"This is definitely NOT what I ment when I said I wanted to be like... Her".
#archangel x reader#ben hardy x reader#ben hardy#warren worthington x reader#xmen x reader#ororo munroe#mystique#apocalypse#warren worthington iii x reader#warren
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I'm imagining Mega Evolution Professor Alain discovering that your headcanon about the Bond Phenomenon is true (Where it's actually just Mega Evolution without the stones and that there's a *very* good reason why the stones are used) and deciding to track down Ash to tell him about it to get him to stop the Ash-Greninja stuff.
Well, fortunately Greninja has fucked off into the wilderness, so Ash isn't going to be utilizing Bond Phenomenon or Ash-Greninja at any point in the near future. (At least, I hope he's not. Arceus willing that one episode in Journeys was Greninja's last appearance in the anime. Please don't let that gross frog come back.) So there would be no need to track him down, because he's not doing that anymore anyway. He has a Key Stone and Lucarionite now, plus a Gigantamax Gengar and Z-Ring. He's all gimmicked out.
That said, in the anime Professor Sycamore is the one who actually coins the term Bond Phenomenon and was the one looking into it for Ash (he's the one who discovered the fact that only certain pokémon can do it, and that it's very similar to Mega Evolution etc), so it could actually be Sycamore himself who makes the discovery! Not that Alan doesn't help with research, of course, because he loves studying and researching and Mega Evolution is definitely His Thing (he's even known for his studies into it according to his descriptor in the Masters 8, which names him as both the winner of the Kalos League and an expert on Mega Evolution in Kalos), but just that Sycamore was already looking into Bond Phenomenon and so it's very possible that he could be the one to make the discovery. Or heck, maybe they make it while studying and researching together. :) A little father-son bonding activity, if you will. (I'll see myself out.)
Though having said that, if they did discover it then that would also bring them back to the original question of: how were the stones created? Because the method for creating Key Stones and Mega Stones has been lost to time. All that we know about it is that its power that was granted by the meteorite that fell to earth and landed during the first catastrophic event in which the Draconids prayed to Rayquaza to save them (and Rayquaza did so by mega evolving). That meteorite is very likely the megalith, which . . . I think was destroyed? . . . when Lysandre did his thing at the end of XYZ. (I don't think he actually had or used the ultimate weapon, but my memories of what exactly he did after Prism Tower are a bit foggy. I think it was something like, he used the megalith and Hari-san to power some kind of giant robot . . . thing . . . I honestly don't remember too well, I just remember that Bonnie had Squishy kill him and it was wonderful.) So if they did discover that the Key Stones and Mega Stones were created as a way to make mega evolution safe for the humans and pokémon involved, the next question would be, okay, how would one go about making a Greninjanite then? And that's something they don't have an answer to, and who knows if they would be able to find it.
All of that said, my personal headcanon that I want to get around to writing one day is that the stones were at least in part developed by the Kalosean royal family 3,000 years ago, and that an ancestor of Alan's had something to do with it, too . . . but I want to at least write it out in fairytale form to show it that way, if nothing else, so I won't say anything more about it than now.
#other than to perhaps add that it's the Kalosean royal family because that's what Lysandre is descended from hmm hmm#randoxtalore#and yeah sorry I just do not like greninja. i have never liked greninja. it grosses me out#my standard aversion to cartoon frogs aside it uses its *tongue* as a *scarf*#that is so *nasty* put that away!!!!#bond phenomenon#mega evolution#champion alan#professor sycamore
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I'M MAKING THIS POST AS A COMMENT FOR REDDIT !
BRA, True Story Time !
When I was a teenager when I was around like 14, 15 actually was thinking around 16 years old.
I was taking in for depression I felt like shit I hated myself I couldn't do anything I still hate myself.
( Trust Me, There's nothing to love )
And what I did is I eventually weighed incredibly long time to see the doctor cuz I thought well it's like hiatus is another doctor and they always are a giant fucking time vampire before you can actually meet them I had a really bad feeling and I made a really really bad feeling this is going to fuck me up the rest of my life but I was too stupid and young to understand that. Because you're not an adult and take a 30 years old trust me your brain's not done developing it truly is not done, untill you Reach to age of 30.
So what happened to me is I I just sat there and basically a room so fucking small it was basically a closet.
It wasn't exactly that small but it felt like a closet mixed with a bathroom it was so fucking small.
What I did is I sat in a chair beside the guy he was facing forward typing things out on the computer and the nurse said that he will see me now I forgot that fucking name or if they even told me but I want to tell you that when I sat there he never looked at me.
That one time that even look turn his head look at me his head was visit was intensely looking at his computer monitor he never turned around he never spoke it to me he completely ignore me I could have sat in that room the rest of the fucking day and no one would have paid attention to me so I tried bringing up small talks saying hello but I was really nervous really shy and really really fucking scared I didn't want to make a first bad impression cuz this guy's going to judge you how fucking nuts you are so I want to give him the best depression I had.
THE MOTHER FUCKER NOT ONE GOD DAMN TIME GAVE ME ANY NOTIFICATION HE HEARD ME !
He didn't say hello back he acted like I wasn't even there I even raised my voice a little bit said hello I'm here I think I have depression can you help me.
He made me feel like I was a fucking Ghost !
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After around like 15 minutes no one told me to leave I waited I really waited 30 minutes I kept looking at the clock and once it was 30 minutes that's how long a session is I went okay bye that was weird I wish you talk to me.
Again the mother fucker didn't even turn around look at me this was an incredibly uncanny and incredibly scary fucking thing for me motherfucker didn't do anything motherfucker act like he was a robot.
GOD ! WAS THIS AN EXTREMELY UNCANNY FUCKING EXPERIENCE !!!
To make things even fucking worse the drugs fucked me up as well they were doing something to my brain they were changing it they were changing it in very bad way just like the drugs I had to suffer when I was a little kid for ADHD that my mother who kept taking me to the psychiatrist and treating the psychiatrist is that the psychiatrist was literally Jesus. She treated a psychiatrist is just as if she was Jesus and she treated the medication as if it was a miracle from God she was so intense on it but it was fucking me up and she didn't care. She literally gave me chemical lobotomies for just being a normal kid.
These drugs that they were giving me I didn't know what they were they did even my mom's didn't even know what I was she didn't even know what the what they even called me until eventually she got the medication in the paperwork for it and they labeled me for schizophrenia. LET ME REMIND YOU THAT THE MOTHER FUCKER DIDN'T ONE TIME LOOK AROUND AT ME DIDN'T EVEN LOOK AT ME DIDN'T ASK QUESTIONS AND I MADE SURE I SHOWERED BEFORE I WENT THERE !!!
I got labeled with schizophrenia for sitting in a room with a psychiatrist well-dressed clean clothes took a fucking shot thorough shower try to make small talk and being polite and I got labeled a Schizophrenic !
Let's schizophrenia is on my permanent record and whenever somebody wants to hire me they comment on over the phone I look like you're all so a schizophrenic they get to see that shit I'm tired of people telling me that they can't see that when I do a phone call for an interview they let me know to my face I'm schizophrenic and they don't want to hire Me !
So yeah companies get to see your permanent records companies get to see everything about somebody it's a fucking lie when you say they can't see that shi,t they can totally see that shit.
The drugs did me bad and when I didn't want to take them and I got and I was trying to get away from them that I don't want to take him anymore they're fucking me up my mother would scream slam the desk and say you're going to take these fucking drugs you need them.
IThat fucking cunt is so much damage on my fucking friend I hope one day she has a fucking seizure.
I really hope and pray so hard that that bitch has a fucking seizure I really do I hope you have to see your so fucking hard fries her brain so God damn fucking hard that she base becomes brain dead and also not my problem.
After all the fucking shit she did to me and after all the trauma all the torture all the abuse. And I still have to fucking live with her because, I'm gimpy I'm fucked up I can't get a fucking job and she doesn't understand the pills fucked me up, also she also smoked as much as possible when I was in her womb doing her God damn best to literally kill the baby because she was trying to get an abortion and she couldn't get that so she thought maybe I'll just smoke as much as possible and I'll kill the baby. She did mean nothing but whore growing up when I was a little kid she would try to get me feeling the mental asylum as much as possible so she didn't have to take care of me and they work extremely cruel to me they would beat on me they would experiment on me they give me weird drugs and there's pedophiles all over the side all over the child mental hospital.
Also, When Eventually she pulled me out of that goddamn place which was fucking months and I was fucked up she bought me sour candy and she knows I fucking hate sour candy she bought me a big box of sour Skittles and she knows I hate sour and she knows I don't like Skittles.
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Also whenever she got off work whenever her life was shitty she would just always throw dishes and plates and break them scream at me grab me when I was a little kid I have intense memory for doing this drag me down the hallway and then beating me for an hour with a belt while she has a complete rageaholic breakdown !
( She used to beat me for any little infraction on the song she would beat me a lot her give me so called whippings would last hours, she would literally use me as a stress doll or to take everything out on Me, she thought I'd be funny a couple times with her friends and she just accidentally left me somewhere and never came back. She never did that, but she was considering it smoking her ass off with her friend's, I don't know maybe she was collecting money because of me I don't fucking know, what I do know is that, I'm fucking disabled, I'm fucked up, every new Antarctic was a different chemical lobotomy and they all get permanent brain damage to me and I was never truly able to heal from them. )
Screaming at me breaking lambs breaking this breaking things over me throwing me as a child around the fucking room beating me when I'm on the fucking ground screaming and crying blood coming out of my nose and she wouldn't stop beating on me. My mother is a fucking cunt and my father laughed his ass off as he tortured me and he would constantly gas let me break me down attack everything I loved.
it always give me discouragement he'd always gas like me he'd always be little me he constantly constantly constantly made me feel like I was crazy constantly made me feel like I was a piece of shit constantly attacked all my thoughts and all my ideas. And I'm only tell you the nice part of me why I've only got tangled with a psychiatrist I'm only telling you the nice parts I haven't even told you how dark it fucking Got.
👍🏻 - to did anyone that actually had the ability to read his entire fucking thing, Thank You !
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Awh thank you!! I like your name as well~
May I request “You like this, huh? How kinky.” With Dottore? Non-con please~ Whatever scenario you think fits it best!!
Have a good day! Congrats on 500~ I’ve been following you for awhile and I’m glad to have seen you grown
Falling for Red Flags
Dottore II x Innocent!Fem!Reader
Warnings: Smut, NSFW, Machine Fucking, Non-con, Dub-con, Degradation, Yandere, Emotional Attachment, Crying, Manipulation, Size Kink, Manhandling, Dottore actually loves you.
Summary: Dottore was the only one you had, the only one that shows you love, so even if he likes doing some questionable things to you, you just take it. This time around, he has a new invention that he really wants to try, and of course, you're his little helper yet again.
Prompt: "You like this, huh? How kinky."
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The man with light blue hair had stripped you down bare, before strapping your little figure on a cushioned table. You, as always, complied, looking up at the masked face of your husband, smiling at him.
Dottore loved to see your body all naked and exposed, especially when you're helping him test out his projects. He just forced your shaky legs apart, hoisting them up at the special attachments of the of the table you're lying on, tying them up to make sure you wouldn't squirm off, like you did last time.
You were scared of course, if this is anything like his past works, it would wreck you apart and fuck you till you could only release incoherent babbles, reaching your arms out for him and sobbing on his shoulders when he would plug your cunt with his cock, right after the experiment.
"D-Dottore..." The masked man had only shush you, pulling out a little remote from his pocket and pressing something that had the machine buzz with life.
"Can my sweet slut stay behaved for this one?" He kneeled down to your level, caressing the top of your head with a gentle hand. "You don't wanna make me upset." His tone was hard as if he's threatening you, but despite that, the voice from his mouth is the only thing that ever expressed the sweetest and most intimate words that was actually directed to you, so you didn't mind the harsh tone.
You needed him, you're pathetic without him, he'll make sure you know that.
"O-Okay..." You agreed, you see that one side of his lips curve up, smiling at your answer.
"Very good."
Shivers ran through your body as the giant machine started to buzz louder, it looked like a smaller version of a Ruin Hunter, attached to the table just between your open legs. The usual blade for a hand that a Hunter has was replaced by a thick tube with a rounded out tip, just like a dick.
The shaky feeling only gets worse as Dottore had pressed another bottom, and looking down to see that the robot had moved his dick like hand, the tip settling on your pussy, tears form in your eyes.
It's bigger than anything you've ever took before, about the size of your forearm.
"Don't back down now." The Harbinger had seen the hesitance on your face, his red eyes glowed in intimidation as your teary ones have looked back to meet his. "I won't let you."
An ear-splitting scream breaks out of your mouth when the machine's dick had forced his way inside you, your scream surely echoed within the hallways of Zapolyarny Palace. Your walls had immediately stretched, trying desperately to accommodate the gigantic dildo that was shoved to the hilt of your pussy.
"NOOO! STOP! I CAN'T DO THIS!" You exclaimed, your hands trying to break out of its chains in distress. The dick inside you sets up a fast pace immediately, kissing your cervix every single hard thrust. It was just too much.
Your pussy lips clapped around the base of the machine's cock, too stretched out by its brutal size.
You felt so worthless, not being able to do anything as the machine violated your hole, hands and legs tied down, nothing to do but watch in horror as the machine sets up the hardest pounds at your aching cunt.
Dottore could only laugh beside you, loving the look of your bare body squirming away desperately, only to be stopped by the thick straps of the table. And the bulge on your pelvis up to your cute tummy, moving as his machine drilled its attached cock into you.
When the masked man has pressed another button, lifting up the cock inside you, your hips had also been forcible risen up to follow his command. "PLEASE! MAKE IT STOP!" It was so tiring, lifting up your hips as you feel your insides ache from the harsh thrusts.
You felt like a ragdoll, being played around and dragged up helplessly against your will.
Dottore is mean, but everyone else was meaner, that's what you believed.... that's what he made you believe.
"Hahahah, this is working far better than I hoped..."
You kept on shaking your head at him, your face was stained with tears as you try to squirm away from the machine. "No, no, no..." A hard thrust finally sent you over the edge, nipples and clit hardening, toes curling when you came, your cream covering the machine's cock, all while you whimpers escape your mouth.
"Wasn't that fun?" Dottore had clapped his hands, chuckling at your dumb fucked face, tongue out and everything. "You say to stop, but you just came so hard. A brief example of a little lying slut."
His fingers landed on your stomach, pushing down on the bulge caused by the cock still inside you, it sent you crying. "You like this, huh? How kinky." You finally reacted, immediately shaking your head at what he said.
"No! N-No more, please!"
He sighed smiling, "It's funny that you think you have a say in all this." At his command, other arms had shot out of the Ruin Hunter, grabbing onto your thighs.
"AHHHG!" Screams emit from your throat when the arms had dragged your thighs up, forcing your entire body dangling as it holds you up, the dick once again drilling your cunt, faster than ever.
The machine had broke the straps keeping your body on the table, but now, you're just dangling as one hand holds your leg up, only your head was resting on the table, giving you a perfect view of your own cunt getting wrecked and the bulge on your stomach.
You cry, desperately trying to get your husband to shut off the machine. "D-Dottore..."
This is better, you tell yourself. You'd rather be here than get abused and assaulted in Mondstadt, right?
He finally wrecked you, despite the machine looking like it's fully breaking you in half, Dottore knows that he was the one that caused the most damage. And he loved it.
The masked man had worked so hard to make you his, pulled you away from Mondstadt to fulfill your true purpose, being his wife.
Especially from that red head boy, Diluc. He's got to make a mental note to take care of that guy, so he can stop bugging the Harbinger about you.
As you keep on cumming for hours, begging and crying with hands clasped together, babbling nonsense from overstimulation, even falling asleep from tiredness, Dottore never stopped the machine, he just loves seeing his wife get absolutely ruined.
He wonders if you could take two machine cocks at once next time.
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Mhhhmmm, yandere content... I liked writing it a lot, despite me accidentally leaving without saving half of what I wrote, but it was fine *tears up*
Jokes aside, I hope you enjoyed reading this and thank you so much for requesting!!!
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Reader buys plushies from an auction but the plushies ar the nightmare animatronics who can shift to plush form. Reader has a 2 adult foxes and 1 kit and a dog and are rather protective of them. I can see Foxy in plush form cuddling with the kit too. Headcannons or a one shot, not bothered which!
Authentic plushies from a diner infamous for its animatronics and tragedies up for grabs? Why the hell not.
The seller chose to be anonymous and not give details on the stuffed animals (besides their names). But you didn't mind it. You were just happy to win something at an auction for once.
Granted..nobody was willing to bid ridiculously high for children's toys. So that made the process easier.
You take the four home to your canine pets--two foxes, a kit, and a dog.
Luckily they were well-mannered and didn't destroy anything belonging to you, so you were able to keep the plushies on your shelf.
Little did you know, however, was that your new possessions were actually alive. And this was no Toy Story. But something much more bizarre.
Around midnight your pets started yapping and barking up a storm, and when you got up to investigate, they growled at your closed closet door.
‘Funny..I don’t remember shutting it..’ You thought, but you opened it and saw some giant shredded robot fox with glowing orange eyes and hundreds of sharp teeth hiding in there.
You were 0.2 seconds away from running the fuck out of the house and never coming back, though for some reason this big bad fox seemed scared of your pets.
He could’ve easily torn you all apart in the blink of an eye. But no, he was actually whimpering and flinching as your dog snapped at him.
Risking death, you gently coaxed your pets away from him.
“Calm down, calm down..it’s okay.” You coo and they soon listen to you.
Then they turn around and bark at something else.
Behind you, you could see creatures just like the fox entering your room (one even emerging from under your bed).
They were a large purple bunny, a brown bear with little cubs, and a yellow chicken holding a cupcake as creepy as her.
Wait...
Your plushies were nowhere on the shelf.
“Wait..you’re all...the..?”
They nodded, confirming they were indeed Bonnie, Freddy, and Chica.
“And that’s...?” Pointing back to the closet, you noticed it was shut and walked over to it. As you opened it once more you saw the fox had become your Foxy plush again.
You picked him up, staring in wonder, before looking back at the rest. “What the hell are you guys?”
In the end, you learned they were Nightmares--animatronic creatures who once existed in a child’s dreams until he passed and his plushies were sold at an auction.
The plushies that now belonged to you.
It seemed too bizarre to be real. But eventually you warmed up to them and they didn’t try to kill you or terrorize you in your dreams.
Probably because your pets sleep with you and guard your bed all the time.
The only exceptions were the Freddles, who got to snuggle with you, and Nightmare Foxy, whose plushie form was often dragged by the kit into a cuddle session during the day.
The two older foxes you own soon ended up seeing him as their kit. No questions asked.
Seeing them get along made you happy. Not only did you buy plushies for yourself, but you also bought your pets best friends for life.
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Can we see how nat and r started dating/met
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a/n: i tried to go into as much detail as i can but not too much. their love story is just.. cute and hopeful
pairings: natasha romanoff x reader.
warnings:18+ mentions of suicide, 
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You met Natasha when Clint recruit her in, since you and Clint were close, you helped him with Natasha. Getting Natasha used to working with a team, teaching her to speak without her accent (although you secretly loves the accent), you helped Natasha with everything and little by little Natasha let her in, You and Clint being the only two to break down her walls. You three became the three musketeers honestly, always having each other backs. You and Natasha go closer and closer, you slowly began to have feelings for the redhead and thank god you were a good agent, you were able to keep your feelings unknown. Though the friendship you and Natasha had was really close that you both would always jokingly ‘friend’ flirt with each other, though for you, you were actually flirting but to her it was just a big joke.
When Fury wanted to bring other ‘superhero’s’ together, he asked you to be apart of the team as well due to the fact that you have powers like some of them. Of course, you being you, you thought it was a big joke so walking in seeing a group of men talking about a god name Loki. You kept walking, going straight to Natasha and giving her a big kiss on the cheek, “Hello Natty”
She had gave you a very anger face, telling you that she had to you to stop calling her that, although the last time you check when you called her that, she had never said anything. So together you, her and Clint saved the world along with a god, green giant, American guy and a robot man and it continued that way, sorta. Natasha going on missions with Steve, you getting a little jealous. Helping her cover fic her wound after getting shot by the Winter soldier. Your heart breaking when she told you, she had kissed Steve but you quickly brushed it off.
When the team got back together, it was to destroy Ultron, to you it was the hardest time of your life due to the fact that you had to see your crush pin over a nerd/green giant. It pained you watching them flirt all the time but you pushed those feelings away and stayed focus on trying to take down Ultron. When you met Wanda and Pietro, that wasn’t really fun because Wanda was able to get to your head before you got a chance to get to use your powers against her. It was a nightmare, literally. Seeing the disappointment in your dads face when you stopped killing for him, leaving him and your brother to be on the good side. Seeing your mom commit suicide, you were only eight years old. Next thing you remember is getting to Clint’s farm house and hearing your lilabug. Laura let you wash up in hers and Clint’s room, you didn’t mean to spy but you couldn’t help it when you heard Natasha and Bruce talking, your heart broke for Natasha hearing Bruce’s words. You knew what she wanted, she longed for someone to love her for her, longed for kids. Part of you felt like you could be that person, be the person who loves her and who she loves, be the person to give her babies.
You didn’t tell her that you had heard the conversation until after the whole Ultron thing and a little after you had held her at night as she cried for the green giant that left her. The day Steve recruited Wanda and Sam, was when you told her, before his big “Avengers assemble” speech, and you also confessed your feelings towards the redhead but you made to to play it out safe with, “no matter what. whether you like me like that or not. I’ll always be there for you. Always. If i half to push theses feelings aside again, I will. If you somehow feel the same, than that’s fucking amazing but i’m not expecting anything right now because I don’t want to be a rebound. I love you Natty, through think and thin. I’m here. always and I will always stand by your side”
That conversation never got brought up again. And the half of the team got brought together again to sign the accords. You being on Nat’s side did, not because of the reason that her and Tony did but because you didn’t want to lose her. After that you stepped out, letting everyone else handle it differently, you even sat on the sidelines watching your family fight each other. It wasn’t until you saw her sneak into the garage where Steve and Bucky were at with Ta’challa right behind them. Using a portal, you took yourself to them, standing almost behind T’Challa, Natasha in front of him with Steve and Bucky in the middle. You see her give you a little nod, using your mind control you turned on the plane while Natasha shot T’Challa with her widows bite. You three watched them get away, T’challa scolding you and Natasha. You quickly grabbed her, creating a portal and going back to the compound.
Natasha kissed your head, telling you to pack a bag and head to her room. Confused, you didn’t question her and did as you told. Natasha had a bad feeling about the whole thing, she also had a feeling that T’Challa would tell either Tony who would probably tell Ross or tell Ross himself. After the conversation she had with the prick.. Tony. She knew she was right, heading straight to her room, she sees you sitting on the bed a backpack next to you. Quickly, she grabs it, putting a couple of things in it as well. She pulls you up from the bed, handing you the backpack and cupping your cheeks, “do you trust me?”
“Of course” You say back to her and next thing you knew her lips were on yours. Pull away, she lays her forehead on yours, and you told her that you better not be a rebound, in which she replies with, “My sweet girl, you are much more than that and I was too blind to never see it. C’mon”, Then you two were off, running away before Ross can storm both your rooms. Making your way to a building, changing to disguise yourself. You both stayed in a motel that night, that was the night you both made love. Then the next few days involved running away from Ross again, then making your way to Norway, meeting up with Natasha’s friend who was going to help you two.
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Absentee
Character: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader
Summary: When Y/N fell in love with Jason Todd, she didn’t realize the normalcy she lost would become such a problem in their relationship. And she didn’t know how much pain it would cause to hide her boyfriend’s secrets.
Word Count: 4,600 – One Shot
A/N: This is probably a really personal story. And you all might hate it or not relate to it. But oh well...
Y/N had her music playing in her headphones just quietly enough so she could hear them announce when her plane was boarding.
Between corporate holidays and what was left of her vacation days for the year, she was able to go home for a week and a half.
Only, she was hoping that this year she wouldn’t be going home alone.
But when Jason got sucked into a case two weeks before their flight back to her hometown, she knew there was no way he’d be accompanying her.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I just–“ Jason had tried to tell her when she realized they weren’t going to be spending the holidays together.
“You don’t have to apologize. There are more important things right now than meeting my crazy family,” Y/N laughed lightly. “But they’ll be bummed.”
Jason still looked so down guiltily. He knew that Y/N had been downplaying how excited she was for her family to meet him.
Yeah, Y/N was upset, but her family was even more upset. Being in a different part of the country and them never putting in the effort to visit her, they had yet to meet Jason. Even when the two of them had been dating for 10 months.
Y/N had met all of Jason’s brothers, along with Bruce and Alfred. It had all been against his will, his family strategically running into them or invading his apartment when they knew Y/N would be there. Jason acted annoyed by it, but Y/N knew he was happy for her to meet them and without him having to act like he cared.
But Jason had only ever waved on FaceTime to her family or sometimes answered calls from them when Y/N left her phone next to him and went to another room.
It wasn’t like Y/N needed her family’s approval. She knew what she wanted and what was best for her. Their opinions didn’t hold as much weight with her as they thought.
But Y/N also had never introduced her family to a boyfriend before. Things either fizzled out before then or the relationship was so casual that the thought of even mentioning a boy-toy’s name in passing to her family made her want to jump out a window.
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“So Jason couldn’t get out of work last minute?” Y/N’s older sister, Kate, asked as they drove to her house after picking her up from arrivals.
And so it began.
“No,” Y/N answered. “His boss is sort of an asshole. He’s a workaholic and can’t fathom why anyone else would ever be anything different.”
The truth was that Jason didn’t really have a job. When it came to income, Jason was resourceful. He was still a hitman for hire. But once the killing part of that job stopped – which was long before Y/N ever met him – it didn’t rake in as much money. Most of his money was either stolen from criminals or he would work odd jobs here and there.
However, the lie Jason and Y/N had agreed on was that he was a mechanic. And Jason did know absolutely everything there was to know about cars and motorcycles. He’d even promised Y/N that if she ever decided she wanted him to drop the vigilante life, he would do just that and start his own mechanic shop. But Y/N knew better than to ever ask that of him.
“Cars don’t stop breaking – even around the holidays,” Y/N joked darkly.
“Mhmm,” her sister answered.
Y/N already knew what her family thought of her boyfriend’s “job”: it wasn’t good enough for them.
The only reason they let it slide was because they knew Bruce Wayne was his adoptive father. Therefore they interpreted Jason’s ‘lack of ambition’ as his personal rebellion against his privilege and upbringing.
“Mom said he sent flowers and a bottle of wine to the house today and apologized for not being able to make it,” Kate added.
Y/N quickly looked at her in surprise.
“So I’m guessing from your reaction that it wasn’t your idea,” Kate teased.
“No,” Y/N shook her head. “He didn’t even tell me he did that.”
That was a Bruce Wayne move for sure. It didn’t matter that Jason had a rocky relationship with him, the Wayne charm and manners were deceivingly contagious.
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Later that night, when everyone was in bed and Y/N decided to finally unpack. And she was surprised to find two of Jason’s t-shirts hidden in her bag. They were her favorites of his, always stealing them. Mostly she wore them to lounge around the apartment or to wear to bed. But her favoritism was in no way hidden.
Jason must’ve snuck them in her bag while she wasn’t looking.
Y/N smiled as she grabbed one of the shirts and raised it to her nose. It still smelled like him.
It was enough to make her feel guilty for not having called him yet. She’d texted him that she landed, but other than that, she’d been pretty silent.
She grabbed her cell and dialed.
“Hey, you.”
He always answered her calls as if they made his day, even if she’d called him multiple times that day already. His reaction to her calls never failed to make Y/N smile.
“I didn’t really expect you to pick up,” Y/N admitted.
“Always got time for you,” he answered lightly.
But then she heard background noise: wind blowing, distant sirens, people shouting at each other nearby.
Jason was on patrol. Or maybe he was doing some recon.
But Y/N knew not to ask.
“I see some of your clothes made the trip,” Y/N commented through a smile.
Jason could hear the smile in her voice. “Those t-shirts have a mind of their own…”
“And my mom thought the flowers and card were sweet,” she added.
“I might not have met her yet, but I know that’s not gonna be enough to win her over,” Jason answered darkly.
Y/N didn’t say anything, because they both knew he was right.
“Flight was fine?” Jason asked, changing the subject.
“Mhmm.”
“I miss you.”
Y/N shook her head and laughed. “No, you don’t. I’ve been gone for like 12 hours.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
She rolled her eyes. “Always the romantic.”
More sirens could be heard. They sounded closer this time.
“Are you being careful?” All playfulness had disappeared from her voice.
“Of course.”
Y/N sighed. “Jason, I’m serious. Please, be safe.”
“I know. I know. Don’t worry about me.”
“You know that’s not gonna happen, J.”
He ignored her comment. “I love you.”
“Love you, too.”
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To say Y/N’s time at home was rough…was an understatement.
If Y/N wasn’t being asked a million questions about Jason, she was being interrogated for why he wasn’t there. And if Jason wasn’t the subject of the conversation, people acted like she was single – some even talking about setting her up.
Y/N realized she preferred the former.
Every year, her family threw a giant party.
And for the past five years, Y/N had always been the only one that was single. All of her siblings, all of her cousins, all of their family friends, all of their neighbors…every single one of them had a significant other during those years.
Everyone...except her.
Now, this year, all of them had kids or were expecting.
It was exhausting.
Sometimes Y/N felt like they were all robots programmed to do the exact same things at the exact same time – no original thought to be had.
Y/N would be lying if she didn’t spend most of the party wishing Jason was at her side. He would make fun of awkward situations with her. And he would stick up for her when her family teased her a little too much.
The other thing Y/N wasn’t prepared for was unintentionally studying her family’s boyfriends or husbands. She felt like she was watching everyone’s relationships through a different lens now that she herself had her own. And to put it as kindly as possible…she was not impressed.
Y/N noticed how none of the men offered to help in the kitchen, instead deciding to sit on the couch and watch football and scream at the television. Or how when her cousin handed her son to her husband, and he acted like he didn’t even know how to hold the one year old. And later, when his diaper needed to be changed, he handed him back to his wife as if he had no idea how to do it himself.
Yet her family was stuck on Jason not being able to visit or that he was a mechanic.
What did someone’s job matter if they treated her like she was their world and he the best thing to ever happen to her?
If Jason were here, he would be in the kitchen cooking. And if they had a kid, it would be a 50/50 job – not a burden only Y/N had to bare. He would try to get to know everyone because he would want to know the people who raised the woman he loved. He’d make sure to check in on Y/N every once in awhile, making sure she didn’t need anything.
Thinking about it all made Y/N miss Jason even more.
Needing to get some air, she decided to go outside and let the winter chill refresh her. It had been getting too hot in the house.
Y/N pulled her phone out of her back pocket and tapped Jason’s name.
“Hey, you.”
“Hi,” she sighed.
Just hearing his voice made her feel a bit better and tension left her body.
“What’s wrong?” Jason quickly asked.
“Nothing. Just…wanted to check in.”
For a second, she was going to explain that she had the sudden realization that all the men connected to her family were trash. And witnessing it was making her miss him more. But she didn’t really want to waste her breath and she figured she’d just come off dramatic more than sincere.
“Are you at your apartment?” She asked quickly.
“Yeah, I’m gonna leave for patrol in a bit…”
Then Y/N’s mind suddenly thought, ‘Fuck it.’
“Jason?”
“Yeah, kid?”
“If you were here…” She began softly.
“Mhmm,” he encouraged.
“What would you be doing?”
Jason was a bit confused by the question for a second. But he slowly got what she was asking.
“Well,” he took in a shallow breath. “I would’ve stolen Alfred’s famous chocolate chip cookie recipe and whipped up those bad boys to bring over. And I’d pretend to care about football with your dad.”
That made Y/N laugh.
“I’d help your mom in the kitchen, even when she pretended not to want it.”
“Really laying it on thick, huh?”
But Y/N knew he was right. Jason was the cook between the two of them – and a good one, too. He also was a helper. He couldn’t sit back and watch someone do something while he did nothing. No matter how big or small.
“Shhh,” Jason reprimanded and then continued. “But most importantly, I’d try to get as many embarrassing stories about you as I possibly could.”
“Well, thank goodness you’re not here then,” she teased with a roll of her eyes.
Jason was quiet a second before he asked, “Wanna tell me what’s wrong now?”
“Nothing’s wrong. Just miss you.”
“I miss you, too.”
“All my family’s boyfriends and husbands are losers. And I guess I’m just now realizing it.”
“Ahh,” Jason noted.
Now he really knew why she’d asked her question.
“It’s snowing here,” he told her as he looked out the window. “It’s almost making Gotham look pretty.”
“Are you going to the manor for Christmas?”
“Probably not,” Jason answered.
“Jason,” she grumbled. “What are you going to do instead? Sit in your apartment alone?”
“I’m gonna patrol. Crime doesn’t take holidays, Y/N.”
“Cheesy,” she pointed out. “Please be with your family, Jason. I don’t want you to be alone. OK?”
“I’ll think about it.”
Y/N knew that was as good as it was going to get.
Then she felt something on her cheek and she looked up.
“Hey, it just started snowing here, too…” She told him with her head tilted back.
“I love you,” he sighed.
“I love you, too. Be careful tonight, Jason.”
Y/N gave herself a few more moments outside before returning to the party.
When she walked back inside, she immediately heard her name. But no one was calling to her.
She was being talked about.
She recognized her mom and sister’s voices, and then a couple of her aunts. They were talking around the corner, completely unaware that Y/N was in hearing distance.
So Y/N couldn’t help but linger.
“She says he works a lot. Every time I facetime her, he’s never there,” her sister Kate told the women. “I wouldn’t even really know what he looked like if it weren’t for her photos that she’s sent me. He doesn’t have any social media.”
“I just can’t believe he couldn’t get work off. Around the holidays?” Her mom added in utter disbelief.
“Sounds like it won’t be surprising when she finds out he’s been unfaithful,” one her aunts commented.
The group hummed in agreement, but also disappointment.
“He doesn’t even live in Metropolis. He lives in Gotham,” her mother supplied, only further backing the idea that Jason wasn’t committed. “God knows why. But I hate that Y/N is constantly going there. No good news comes from that city.”
Y/N clenched her teeth in anger.
If only they knew the truth about Jason.
He was a hero and risked his life every night for an entire city – a city that had done nothing but hurt him. And he was 20 times the man than any of the men in their family.
She just wanted to scream at them for being so judgmental about a person they’d never even met.
But she couldn’t.
So Y/N stormed up to her childhood bedroom and decided she had enough of the party.
She shouldn’t have come home for the holidays. She would’ve rather waited for Jason to get back from his Red Hood work than listen to her family misjudge the first man she ever truly loved and wanted to share with them.
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Y/N was so tired when she got off the plane.
She felt like a zombie as she walked to baggage claim to grab her duffle.
What she wasn’t expecting was to find her boyfriend waiting for her in arrivals.
Y/N had told him she would just get a car.
But Jason seemed to have other ideas.
Y/N’s entire face brightened at the sight of him.
She practically ran to him and jumped into his arms.
Jason chuckled at her enthusiasm.
“What are you doing here?” She asked, her words muffled by his body.
“I thought I’d surprise you,” Jason said through a smile before he kissed her head.
Y/N didn’t respond, just held him tightly.
“Come on. Let’s get your bag and head home,” he finally told her.
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“So, how was it?” Jason asked once they got into his car.
Y/N shrugged, “It was fine.”
Her lack of details and curt response was enough warning for Jason to realize things were not totally fine between them.
He didn’t bother asking for more details during the car ride home. Instead, he answered all her questions about what he had been up to, how the case was going, if his family was alright.
Once they got back to Y/N’s apartment in Metropolis, the grace period seemed to be over.
Y/N had grown quiet as she moved around her apartment, unpacking and putting all her things away.
Jason walked into her bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed as she folded clean clothes.
“This might be a shot in the dark. But I can’t help but feel that you’re not happy with me,” he finally pointed out.
She didn’t answer or look at him, just kept folding.
“Did something happen while you were at home?” Jason pushed.
She still didn’t answer.
So Jason reached for her hands, holding them gently.
“Hey, talk to me. What’s going on?”
“I just didn’t expect how hard it was going to be…” she finally whispered with a bowed head.
“What would be?”
“Just going home without you,” she explained.
“Did something happening?”
“I mean, kinda? Not really. They just…” she hesitated. Did she really want to confess all of this to him? She knew it would only hurt him. "They think you’re a bad boyfriend.”
Jason just nodded slowly.
He should’ve seen this coming. Of course her family didn’t think he was good enough. How could they think anything different?
“I’m just…fucking frustrated,” Y/n groaned. “I knew what I was getting into when you told me about your other life and who you really were. I was willing to keep your secret and protect it. I just never thought about how hard it would be keeping it from my family.”
She shook her head. “They think you’re not committed or something. And that…that you’re probably cheating on me.”
The idea of him ever doing that her made Jason sick to his stomach.
“I’m sorry,” Jason mumbled.
“What?” Y/N gasped. “You haven’t done anything wrong.”
“But I have,” he argued. “I put you in this position.”
“No, I did. I did when I fell in love with you,” she clarified.
“But I don’t want you lying to the people you love.”
“I’m not telling you this because I’m mad at you or blame you, Jason. I’m trying to tell you why I’m frustrated.”
She rubbed her face. “I just want them to know what an amazing person you are...and how brave and selfless. How you take care of me and love me and…and protect me.” Her eyes began to water. “They’re never gonna know the real you…even when they do meet you. And I fucking hate it.”
“So what if you told them?” Jason offered.
Her eyes widened at that. “Jason…”
“I’m serious. What if you told them?”
She thought about it. But she already knew the answer.
“It wouldn’t do any good. If I told them, then they’d be worried about me. Worried that your other life was putting me in danger. Worried that I would get pulled into it.”
Jason knew she was right.
Her family probably preferred an absentee boyfriend over a vigilante.
“But I see how the shitty men that have joined my family are. And you’re nothing like them. You’re so much better. And they’ll never even know.”
“Come here,” Jason muttered before he pulled her to him.
He let her body sink into his as he held her.
“I’ll do anything you want,” he whispered as he rubbed her back. “I just want you to be happy.”
“I always wondered what it would be like to finally been in a relationship – to just have someone on my team no matter what. I went to all those family gatherings thinking I’d never have it. And once I did, once I found you…” Her thoughts died out. “I just never expected it to be this way.”
“Do you regret it?” Jason asked as he pulled away to look in her eyes.
Her brow furrowed. “Regret what?”
“Being with me. Falling in love with me.”
Her heart broke at the question. “Oh, Jason. Of course not. Never.”
“What if I stopped?” He asked.
“No. I would never ask that of you,” she quickly shot down.
“I’d do it for you,” he tried to argue.
“I know you would. But I’m not asking. Because I know what it would do to you. Every time you’d see something in the news, you’d hate yourself. Because you would convince yourself that you could’ve stopped it. And maybe you would be right.” She took in a deep breath. “Red Hood isn’t just something you do. He’s a part of you. And even though I worry about you constantly, I’m never gonna tell you to stop.”
Jason took his time in reading her face.
“OK?” She pushed.
He nodded.
Then he embraced her once again.
“I’m sorry you have to keep my secrets,” he breathed into her hair.
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Y/N walked into Jason’s apartment.
It was a Friday night and they agreed to have her come to his place this weekend.
Jason was always weary of her coming to Gotham, preferring her to stay in the safety of Metropolis.
He knew they couldn’t do the distance forever, and eventually they’d move into together. But he wasn’t ready to leave Gotham yet. And he didn’t want Y/N to lowering herself to such a city.
“J!” Y/N called when she walked in.
He had given her keys to his apartment quite early in their relationship, and told her she was welcome at his place any time. However, he wasn’t a fan of her getting there after dark. Gotham was Gotham, and he didn’t like her wandering around the city by herself just in order to give him a surprise visit.
An envelope on Jason’s kitchen counter caught her attention.
She nosily looked at it and saw that they were plane tickets to her hometown with both of their names on each of them.
She heard Jason walk up behind her. “What’s this?”
“A surprise,” he shrugged.
“What do you mean?” She laughed.
“We’re gonna visit your family,” he explained casually. “I called your mom and sister to find a weekend that worked.”
Y/N was shocked to silence.
“I know I fucked up when I couldn’t go with you during the holidays. I know this isn’t gonna solve everything. But I figured…it’s start.”
Before he could say more, Y/N threw her arms around him.
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Jason Todd knew how to throw on the charm. And no matter how thick he laid it on, it always felt sincere.
Y/N smiled as she watched her boyfriend interacting with her family.
He knew so much about each of them already, that he knew exactly what to talk about with every one of them.
For their long-weekend visit, they had decided to stay with her sister.
Jason knew she would be the hardest to win over and was the most protective over Y/N. He made it his personal mission to befriend her and show her how much he loved her little sister.
Y/N never said so, but Jason knew how important it was to her that Kate approved of him.
However, Jason hadn’t been able to have a conversation alone with her all weekend.
Until their last morning there.
Y/N was still sleeping when Jason had made his way to the kitchen.
He figured he could make Kate and her husband breakfast after housing them for a long weekend. And he made sure to start a pot of coffee while he was at it.
Halfway through making his specialty waffles, Kate walked into the kitchen rubbing her eyes.
“Oh, hi,” she greeted, clearly surprised to find Jason cooking in her kitchen.
“Morning,” Jason greeted.
“This is a surprise,” she said as she looked around the kitchen.
“There’s coffee if you want some.”
“T-Thanks…” she managed to mutter. “Do you need some help?”
“Nope. I got it. You just relax.”
Kate seemed to be unsure of how to behave when she was alone with her little sister’s boyfriend, and eventually sat on the kitchen stool with her coffee.
“Do you cook a lot?” She finally broke the silence with her question.
“I enjoy it,” he answered with a shrug. “I figured it’s the least I can do for you guys putting us up.”
“That’s very sweet of you, Jason.”
He continued cooking.
Kate figured this was her opportunity to get to know Jason – and not just through Y/N’s eyes. So, she started asking him question after question, and he seemed happy to answer them. Kate was surprised to find out about Jason’s traumatic childhood, making him realize that Y/N must’ve only shared his relation to Bruce Wayne and nothing more about his life before becoming an adopted Wayne.
Jason wasn’t surprised Y/N kept that part of his life to herself. She was protective of him that way. She always felt like his past was his story to tell, not hers.
“I know missing the holidays didn’t leave the best impression,” Jason told her after they’d been talking for awhile.
“You really mean a lot to Y/N. And your opinion matters more to her than you might think,” he added as he crossed his arms.
Kate seemed a little taken aback by how unafraid he was of confrontation.
He seemed more mature for his age – maybe for hers, even.
“I know I’m not going to win any of you over from just a single trip,” Jason continued. “But I’m going to work my ass off to make sure I get there.”
Kate smiled at that.
“I love her,” he told her quietly, but with determination. “She’s…Well, she’s the best thing to ever happen to me.”
Then he smirked. “And I’m not dumb enough to do anything to fuck things up with her.”
He took in a shallow breath. “I just…I just needed you to know that.”
Kate’s heart swelled from hearing her little sister’s boyfriend confessing his love for Y/N.
“Thank you for telling me that,” she whispered, trying to stop herself from crying. “I worry about her. And I hate that she’s so far away sometimes. I miss her.”
“She misses you, too,” Jason assured her.
“Thank you for taking care of her. I’m suddenly realizing you’re the only reason she’s eating anything that’s not out of a takeout container.”
Jason laughed. “I plead the fifth.”
Before any more could be said, Y/N walked into the kitchen as if she was sleep walking.
“Well, look who it is…” Jason teased.
Y/N walked to him silently, clearly wanting cuddles.
Jason chuckled at her, but gave her what she wanted. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. He had kept the PDA at an absolute minimum while he had been around Y/N’s family. But he couldn’t help it when Y/N was her sleepy and adorable self.
“You sleep OK?” He tried to whisper to her.
But Kate still heard it and pretended to look down at her phone.
Y/N nodded into his neck, making him chuckle at her more.
This was new for Kate, seeing her sister being loved and loving someone. Her instinct was to say it made her uncomfortable. But it was just something she wasn’t used to.
Soon Kate’s husband woke up and they all ate breakfast together.
And a few hours later, Y/N and Jason were packed and their was a Lyft was waiting outside to take them to the airport.
Jason hugged Kate and her husband and thanked them for hosting them. Then he grabbed Y/N’s bags and gave her a moment alone with her sister as he took their stuff to the car.
“I think I owe the two of you an apology…” Kate told her little sister.
“You do?”
“I think I judged him a bit too much before really giving him a chance.”
Y/N winced, but nodded. “Yeah, you did, actually.”
“He really loves you.”
Y/N smiled. “He does.”
“I just want you to be happy, you know that right?”
“I know. But sometimes you think that what makes you happy is what would make me happy. Our lives are different. And we want different things. Just because my relationship looks different than yours doesn’t mean it’s worse in some way.”
Kate nodded sadly, knowing her sister was right. “I get that now.”
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A/N: I was inspired to write this when I thought about how my own family would react to me having a boyfriend like Jason Todd: a man who was secretly a vigilante and had a past too hard for anyone to ever imagine. Hopefully, other people can relate to this and it wasn’t too personal. 😬
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Fallout 3 companions react to the Lone Wanderer getting in contact with the Followers of the Apocalypse and asking to join them. (Possibly resulting in the creation of a Capital Wasteland chapter of the Followers?)
With the Enclave in full retreat and the Brotherhood of Steel officially installed at the Jefferson Memorial and Adams Air Force Base, the kid from Vault 101 seemed to be adrift. They wandered from Megaton to Underworld, Canterbury Commons to Rivet City, helping those they met along the way as they always had but growing more and more despondent with each passing day. "It's just me out here," they would mutter to themselves occasionally, after particularly tough run-ins with raiders or wasteland vermin. "What am I supposed to do?"
That question didn't have an easy answer, or so they thought. Then, like a lighthouse cutting through fog, a summons on Galaxy News Radio brought them to Three Dog, who parked the Lone Wanderer in an office chair and jammed a set of headphones over their ears. The kid talked for days, tuned to different frequencies, scribbled notes on every piece of paper within reach, and their missing smile gradually returned. When they finally stood up and gathered their thoughts together, a new dream came from their lips like a sermon: "There's a group on the West Coast that heard about me. They're called the Followers of the Apocalypse, and they help people. They like what I've done so far, and they want me to start a chapter here in the Capital Wasteland. I want to do this."
Butch DeLoria: Butch stared at them, flabbergasted. "You... haven't we... what more do you think you owe to these people?"
The kid he used to bully sighed. "What do I owe to anybody, Butch? This isn't about settling a debt. I think it's pretty clear now that I can make changes around here, big changes, and this is just another opportunity to do that."
"But why?" Butch pulled out a comb and ran it through his hair, visibly anxious. "So you purified the water, ran those Enclave upstarts out of town. Leave it there. Kill anyone who tries to jump you on the road, and stop worrying about everyone else."
"I..." The Lone Wanderer clenched their fist, unclenched it. "I can't. If I can make things better for everyone, I have to."
"Well that's not what Tunnel Snakes are about," Butch replied angrily. He seized his traveling pack, shook out his leather jacket and headed for the radio station's door. "You change your mind, you can find me at the Muddy Rudder."
The door slammed behind him. Three Dog, who'd been eavesdropping from the next room, poked his head in. "Is your friend coming back?"
"Ugh." The Lone Wanderer sank into their chair again. "Give it an hour or two. He'll come around. Probably when he runs into the super mutants in Georgetown."
Charon: Charon nodded. "As you wish."
The Lone Wanderer pressed a hand to their forehead in exasperation. "Okay, I tried to phrase that as openly as I could so I could get your thoughts, but I realize now that I should've just said... Charon, what do you actually think about this idea?"
The ghoul shrugged. "I don't."
"Come on Charon, there has to be something-"
"Fine." Charon rolled his eyes. "It's more of the same. More time on the road, more time building up and securing settlements, more time spent fending off attacks from those who want your stuff. I'd say you're also more likely to die, but you've defied my expectations before."
"And..." the Lone Wander pressed. "Are you okay with that?"
Charon, who was still unused to this kid's attempts to include him in decision-making, glared at them. "I am."
They studied each other silently. The Lone Wanderer broke first. They always did. "I'm not going to order you to do this with me."
"You don't have to," Charon reassured them. Half-facetious, half-sincere. "That's not how this works."
Clover: Clover examined her nails, clearly not that interested. "So what's the angle, lover?"
"Clover..." the Lone Wanderer hesitated. "What if it's not an angle? What if we just... did this?"
Clover stuck her tongue out playfully. "Whatever, honey. You probably have some scam cooked up already. Lure them out here, take their stuff, feed them to a deathclaw... you're such a tease."
"Uh-huh." Her companion crossed their arms. "A real scam. Like that time I used a GECK to purify the DC basin. Or that time I led a giant robot to fight the Enclave and eventually took over their crawler. Or that time I rescued a bunch of slaves from Paradise Falls. Clover, we've been on the road together a while. You know I'm not like that."
"I know, I know..." Clover trailed off and looked away. "S'just that I need a good story to tell when you take me back to Eulogy. Otherwise..."
The Lone Wanderer dropped their headset and took her hand. "You're not going back there. Ever. You hear me? You don't belong to that motherfucker anymore. You don't belong to anyone."
Clover still couldn't meet their gaze, but her eyes filled up with tears. "Mmm-hmm. Sure, lover."
Star Paladin Cross: The Star Paladin smiled. "I've encountered the Followers. They bring a noble cause to the wasteland, even if they stretch themselves too thin."
"Well, the Capital Wasteland Brotherhood is stretched too thin right now." The chapter's newest Knight sank back against the desk they'd been tethered to for the better part of the last 48 hours. "Scribe Bigsley is tearing his hair out about water caravans, the Enclave still has holdouts in the area, and Elder Lyons..."
They trailed off and sighed. "We need help. I don't know if I can be a Follower and a Knight, but I know they're more open to working with me because of Elder Lyons' decision to break with the High Elders. We have the same mission: To help the people of the wasteland."
"Our missions are similar, but there are a few fundamental differences," Cross corrected them. "The Followers emphasize the sharing of knowledge and learning, while the Brotherhood seeks to protect it. That said, your assessment of the Elder's decision for our chapter is apt. Perhaps we have opened ourselves up to common ground, in our desertion of our primary mission."
"Right." The Lone Wanderer nodded. "We're deserters. Let's use it. I'll start making plans and a list of potential recruits. I'll start with Reilly's Rangers and the Temple of the Union and get some leads."
Dogmeat: The mutt that accompanied the Lone Wanderer wherever they went barked, excited by his owner's excitement. The noise drew Three Dog's attention from the other room.
"Kid, I'm trying to run a radio station here," he said, leaning on the door frame with a mug of steaming tea in his hand. "Don't get your little buddy too riled up. Fight the good fight and all that, but do it outside."
"Sorry, Three Dog." The Lone Wanderer dropped to their knee and scratched the mutt's back and neck. "Just thinking out loud."
"You take their deal?" the DJ asked, before taking a sip from the mug.
The kid grinned. "You bet your ass I did."
Fawkes: The super mutant that had shadowed the kid since Vault 87 nodded sagely. "These Followers. Would there be room within their organization for an individual such as myself?"
The Lone Wanderer shrugged. "I didn't ask. The woman on the radio made a point of saying they were okay with ghouls, but she didn't say anything about mutants in general. I've heard that the mutants out west are more like you though, so probably?"
"Then I would like to be the first to sign up for your new chapter," Fawkes replied.
"Okay." The kid from Vault 101 grinned. "Great. Even if they aren't good with mutants, it's my chapter, and I say it's okay. It's not like they're going to be peering over my shoulder."
"And what do you intend to christen your first project?" Fawkes asked.
"Hmmm." The Lone Wanderer scratched their head. "Well, after recruitment and finding a base of operations, I think we should help stabilize the water caravan system. From there we can move on to tackling the slave trade."
Fawkes chuckled. "'From a small seed a mighty trunk may grow.' Then let us begin."
Jericho: The retired raider, who had been taking a nap in one of the office chairs, snapped awake with a snort and grabbed his assault rifle. "Who-whatsit?"
"Chop-chop." The Lone Wanderer tossed him his pack and punched him playfully on the shoulder. "We're going to shake up the Capital Wasteland hierarchy a bit."
"Well, that sounds like something worth getting up for," Jericho replied, somewhat more agreeable. "Where are we going?"
"Seward Square," they answered, throwing their own pack over their shoulder. "I know a crew over there that might be interested in helping."
"Reilly's gang?" Jericho stopped them. "Wait a minute. This isn't more of your usual goody two-shoes shit, is it? I told you, I was done after the business with the Enclave. Can't we just roll into a settlement and take their chems like the good old days?"
"Thought you were awake, Jericho." The Lone Wanderer smacked him on the cheek a couple of times. "You want to sit on top of the Capital Wasteland, you have to make yourself indispensable. Capisce?"
"Oh, fuck you," Jericho grumbled. "Should've kicked you off my steps back in Megaton, kid."
Sergeant RL-3: "Sir, yes sir!" the Mister Gutsy agreed. "Anything for our good old Uncle Sam!"
"Right then, soldier," the Lone Wanderer replied at the same level of enthusiasm. "Pack our gear and have this place spotless, on the double!"
"All recruits will be responsible for their own bunks!" Sergeant RL-3 shot back, before moving to retrieve the traveling packs from where they'd been stashed away.
Three Dog, who was watching from the door, shook his head with a grin. "I need to get me one of those models."
"Well, I know a guy out by Tenpenny Tower that might have a bot with your name on it," the Lone Wanderer offered. "Or at least the parts to build one."
"No time to dilly-dally, sir!" Sergeant RL-3 commented from across the room.
#bless you anon for sending me something other than fnv companions requests#sometimes I need a break from the mojave#fallout#fallout 3#fo3#fallout companions react#fallout 3 companions#fallout 3 companions react#fo3 companions#fo3 companions react#butch deloria#charon#clover#star paladin cross#dogmeat#fawkes#jericho#sergeant rl-3#followers of the apocalypse#three dog#lone wanderer
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Jasonette July Day 9: Pixie
Written by: The Maribat Pit @jasonette-july-event
Prompt: Pixie
Rated: T
(By popular demand, a slight continuation of Game On @aespades, @certainmuffinbagelcalzone.)
A/n: Edits have been made because I noticed the paragraph errors AFTER posting this.
Marinette was really starting to miss the days of working with Chat Noir at that moment, and that was saying something. “Bugaboo” and “My Lady” were starting to feel more tolerable when she wasn’t being called that every second of the day. Being called “Pixie” regardless if she was Ladybug or Marinette, was really starting to get old, fast. For reasons that she could not understand, that’s what Jason insisted on calling her. Sure, she was a lot smaller compared to him, but that coupled with needing to hang back and let Red Hood and Arsenal deal out the heavier hits was starting to get on her nerves. She was just as experienced as them, she had a mentor just like they did, and had been saving lives for just as long as they had. Ever since she had joined them, she thought that she would be fighting alongside a team again. Now she was either supporting them or using her sewing skills to add improvements to their suits. She was in good hands, some might say hands that were a little too good. All this frustrated her to no end because she liked Jason, she would have thought that someone who had been a vigilante from a young age would understand what it felt like to be constantly underestimated.
“Unbelievable,” she snapped one night as she came home from another mission. She pulled off her pink flats and threw them across the room as she entered her apartment. She didn’t even get the chance to use her Miraculous, she was effectively closely guarded bait on that last mission. She slumped on the bed in frustration and Tikki hovered over to her, her antenna drooping in concern. “Some days I want to wipe that smile off of that stupid face, just to prove I can.” Marinette grumbled into her pillow. She didn’t hate Jason, she knew that there was some good in him. Roy was the more optimistic and cheerful of the duo, like Jason, he had also been mentored by a more experienced hero. Jason was a lot more reserved and cynical by comparison, though he wasn’t a complete Ice Prince like his brother Damian.
“Maybe it’s because they’ve been doing this for a little bit longer.” Tikki suggested, after Marinette complained about it for the umpteenth time.
“Batgirl and Black Bat are only a few years younger than me,” she reminded her, “and there’s no doubt that they could hold their own in a fight. No one gives them stupid nicknames, just shortened versions of their real names out of costume.” Tikki awkwardly scratched the back of her head. “I bet you that he barely remembers what my real name is.” Marinette was getting increasingly furious at the thought “it’s always ‘Pixie this’ and ‘Pixie that’. I know I’m shorter than him, but I have taken on giant robot dolls, literal monsters, and I once rode a dragon!” Marinette yelled.
Marinette throws a pillow at Tikki, only for it to phase through her. “What does he think I do as Ladybug? Create Christmas presents with my Lucky Charm?!”
At this very unfortunate moment Jason happened to return back to their apartment with Roy in tow. “What’s got you riled up, Pixie Pop?” Jason quipped after seeing the frustrated look on her face.
This was the last straw for Marinette, “Stop calling me that! Does it please you to demean me? Does it bring you joy to fucking bully me day in and day out?” Jason and Roy take a step back from Marinette’s outburst. Marinette continues “I have kept Paris safe ever since I was 13, I didn’t have the World's Greatest Detective or a Robin Hood cosplayer helping me. It’s always you two off saving the day while I’m the distraction. Do I have to remind you that I’ve beaten Robin and Red Robin?”
“So have we, right Roy?” Jason says look backwards to Roy. Roy meanwhile was slowly walking backwards with his arms up in surrender.
“Don’t drag me into this please.” Roy pleaded.
Marinette continued her rant, “So why do you keep calling me Pixie Pop like I'm some pet or stuffed animal?” She storms up to Jason and pulls him down to her height by the collar.
Roy sensed the tension and wanted absolutely no part in making it worse, “You know what? I’m gonna go get us some shawarma.”
Jason looked over at Roy “Really, Roy?” A slight scowl made it clear he knew Roy was essentially leaving him to face Marinette’s wrath.
“All I know is that they are open at four in the morning and I’m hungry, so I’ll be right back.” Roy said, and he left the room. Just as he thought Roy was out of earshot, Jason heard sprinting down the hallway. Roy had abandoned him to face the burning blue fire in Marinette’s eyes.
Marinette let go of him, she didn’t need them, she had made that absolutely clear.
“I’m done, I don’t expect you to understand what it’s like to be underestimated all of the time.” she muttered harshly, “to always be kept at arm's length, because no one trusts you to do anything right.”
Marinette had no idea just how deep her words cut him, and Jason couldn’t really blame her. As far as she knew, compared to his brothers, he might as well just be ‘the one with the guns and leather jackets’. He hadn’t really told her about what had happened all those years ago, he didn’t even like to think about it himself. Roy was one of the few people who understood what he’d been through. It was true that both of them started out as sidekicks, maybe the red in their costumes helped them stand out from their mentor’s shadows. Their time as young crime fighters had left their scars. They were blindsided when they found someone who had been a heroine since she was 13, and took to it with the same determination they had when they were younger, more innocent, more naïve.
As Marinette flitted around the room, gathering her things, every nerve in Jason’s body was screaming at him to stop her. He reached out and grabbed her by the arm, trying not to think about just how small it felt around his hand. “Look, I’m sorry,” he began. What could he say to her? That he knew exactly what that felt like? That the last thing they wanted was for her to end up like them? That every hit they took in a fight was one that she wouldn’t have to, so that she wouldn’t turn out broken like they were? The problem was she didn’t see them as broken, she saw them treating her like glass. If she was put through the same ordeal, Jason had no idea what he would do. If she shattered just like they did, then in a way, they would have failed her. If she came out still whole, still brimming with light, then what did that say about them?
Marinette pulled her arm away, “I’ll show you, then you’ll be sorry” she told him bitterly. With her backpack in hand and shoes on her feet, she pushed past him and walked out the door.
Jason remains staring at the open door, regretting how he had treated her. He grew fond of her during their time together as ‘Red Arse Bug’. She had a cute face, cute voice and she wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty. “Stupid, stupid” he says to himself, facepalm at each syllable. Even with the now hostile relationship with Marinette, he knew he had to follow her. He had to stop her from making the same mistakes he did, so that she would not become like him. He put on his helmet and left to search for clues as to where Marinette would go and what she would do.
Marinette wandered through Gotham city, unsure what to do now that she stormed out of the apartment she shared with Jason and Roy. She felt like everyone belittled her, Selena did, and now so did Jason. She needed to do something eye-catching, to prove to everyone that she didn’t need their help.
As she wanders past the Iceberg Lounge, she gets a spark of inspiration. If she could take down the Penguin single-handedly, nobody in Gotham would doubt her ever again. With unyielding determination she calls out “Spots On” and turns to Ladybug, ready to take on one of the cruelest crime lords in all of Gotham. Ladybug walks up to the front door and kicks it down, sending the door flying and knocking any unfortunate goons behind it. Penguin’s gang whipped out their guns, tire irons, pipes and anything that could count as a weapon and were now charging in to stop the intruder.
Marinette swings her yo-yo to wrap around one of the goon’s ankles, before swinging him around crashing him into several others. A guard points his rifle behind Ladybug, she spins around, sending her yo-yo towards the gun and pulling it from his hands. As the guards begin to group up together in an attempt to minimise the effectiveness of her yo-yo, Marinette looks up and begins to smirk. She flings her yo-yo upwards and hooks it onto a chandelier. She yanks it down, sending the chandelier crashing onto the unsuspecting guards.
Marinette dusts her hands and proceeds to walk through into the main hall. She proceeds to kick down that door too, she is then greeted by The Penguin surrounded by his gang. “I’m taking you down Cobblepot.” She shouts, swinging her yo-yo as if it was a lasso, preparing for a fight.
The Penguin stands up from the seat of his large chair. “What are all you idiots waiting for?” He shouts all around him. He points his umbrella at Ladybug, and begins shooting his umbrella gun. “Get her!” The penguin roars, at this cue every gangster charges at Ladybug.
Marinette gracefully dodges and weaves around Penguin’s army, knocking each one out one by one. Until only The Penguin remains, she wraps her yo-yo around his umbrella, easily disarming one of Gotham’s most wanted. She walks towards The Penguin, slowly unravelling her yo-yo in anticipation of tying him up and sending him to Arkham Asylum.
The Penguin takes out a little remote control from his suit pocket, “It's not over yet.” he snarls and pushes a button. At that moment the entire building shakes.
“Born on a Monday” a voice groaned, followed by another loud thud. “Christened on a Tuesday.” the same voice groaned. Then a giant hand shoots up from beneath the floor, “SOLOMON GRUNDY” roared the giant as it emerged from the floor.
Red Hood and Arsenal had been watching the fight from a careful distance outside the Iceberg Lounge. “Well, she’s managed to take on Penguins goons just fine,” Arsenal observed through the small pair of binoculars, “she’s certainly had plenty of time to get very creative with that yo-yo”.
Red Hood’s hand was still itching to reach for one of his pistols, ready to jump in at the first sign of trouble. “By the way, how was your shawarma?” he asked sarcastically.
Arsenal looked over at him, raising an eyebrow “Hey, I’m not the one who said the one thing that just made her angrier, you were on your own there.”
“Nice to know you had my back.” he grumbled.
“Oh I do in a fight, you just decided to be an ass and poke the angry girl with a stick.” Arsenal pointed out.
Their banter was interrupted by an earth shattering thud, following a loud groan “Born on a Monday.” At that moment their blood ran cold. Red Hood and Arsenal rushed towards the Iceberg Lounge. Both worried for Ladybug and aware of what comes after that dreadful nursery rhyme.
“What are you two doing here? I can handle this.” growled Ladybug as Red Hood and Arsenal arrived.
Before either Red Hood or Arsenal could answer, they were interrupted by Solomon Grundy smashing the ground where Ladybug was standing. Ladybug gracefully dodged the punch, grappling onto a ceiling lamp to swing towards Grundy with a kick.
The giant grabbed Ladybug while she was mid-air and threw her towards her partners. Red Hood catches her, holding her tightly as the two fly across the room. He shields her from the shock, taking the brunt of the impact as they crash into the wall.
Red Hood groans “You okay?” Ladybug looks up to see she was relatively unharmed, but Red Hood had taken the brunt of the throw. Concern visible on her face as she sees Red Hood’s damaged helmet, and the bruised and bloodied face beneath.
Their quiet moment together was interrupted by Arsenal's cries for help. Every arrow he had in his quiver wasn’t making a dent in Solomon Grundy. Ladybug decides to cast Lucky Charm in desperation, and swings her yo-yo up. The ladybugs converge to form...a polka-dotted stick of dynamite.
“Arsenal!” She called. “Tie this to the end of an arrow, Red Hood and I will keep it busy.” She tosses the dynamite to Arsenal and tells Red Hood to tie Grundy down.
Ladybug using her yo-yo grabs on to Solomon Grundy’s left arm while Red Hood uses his grappling hook to hold on to his right arm. Leaving Grundy exposed and immobile, giving Arsenal the opportunity for a clear unobstructed target.
Arsenal draws and aims the special Lucky Charm Explosive Arrow. The giant zombie growls “Arrow Boy no hurt Grundy.”
“Arrow Boy yes hurt Grundy” quipped Arsenal, before releasing the arrow causing a thunderous explosion into Solomon Grundy’s face. The giant slumps, Ladybug and Red Hood quickly release their hold and watch its body fall back into the hole in which it came from.
Solomon Grundy’s body lays motionless in the basement of the Iceberg Lounge as the three peer over the hole in the ground, “Let’s get outta here before the GCPD or worse, Batman arrive” Red Hood points to the front door, and the three of them leave the lounge to head back to their apartment.
As the three arrive home, they each find a nice comfortable spot to collapse onto. Jason claimed the sofa, slumped down Roy in the middle of the living room floor and Marinette sat at the dining table. “I vote for a week off.” groaned Roy.
“I second that motion” agreed Jason.
“I still have design work to do.” Marinette told them, not really looking at either of them at that moment. She was torn between appreciating their help, and frustrated that she hadn’t been able to handle the situation herself like she thought.
“Still that was one hell of a fight, and hey, you still managed to take on a squad of goons by yourself.” Roy said, “I’m so proud” he said dramatically pretending to wipe away a happy tear.
He nudged Jason in the leg, “um, yeah, good work” he said awkwardly, slightly lost in thought. Marinette smiled slightly, before turning her attention back to her little fairy friend perched on the table.
“So does this mean Red Arse Bug is back together?” Roy asked enthusiastically, Marinette wasn’t really paying attention.
The name still needed work, for one thing. For once Marinette felt like her powers were being used in harmony with their abilities, but she wasn’t sure if it was a feeling that she should get used to. Marinette could still vividly remember seeing Jason’s bruised and bloodied face beneath his helmet. Jason stood up and walked over to the fridge, looking for ice to dull the swelling on his face.
“Not with that name,” Jason grumbled, not entirely sure if Marinette was willing to stay after their argument. Someday, somehow, he would tell her the full story of what happened to him. Right now, that was a whole Pandora’s Box that he just wasn’t prepared to open. Nestled at the bottom of that box was hope, a hope that no one else would meet that same fate.
“...Lucky Shot?” Marinette suggested as she carried Tikki over to the sofa and sat down. Both Jason and Roy looked up, it made some sense, seeing as they both used projectiles and she had her lucky charms. Jason tentatively made his way back to the sofa, ice pack in hand.
“Sounds better than ‘Red Arse Bug’.” Jason remarked, as he sat back down.
“Well, let’s see if our little adventure made the news” Roy said, as he reached for the TV remote. Jason tuned out Vicki Vale’s voice as she reported on the fight that took place at the Iceberg Lounge.
As Roy slept at their feet, Jason knew if they were going to continue working together as a team, they couldn’t keep her in the dark any longer.
“Hey Marinette.” Jason speaks softly. Marinette's ears perk in surprise, hearing speak her name for the first time. “I’m sorry, for what I said and how we treated you. You’re right.” He gestures to the sleeping Roy on the floor, “Both of us started out as sidekicks, we both grew up in the shadows of Batman and Green Arrow. Both old men with impossibly high standards, everything we did was never enough.” Marinette listened intently as she shuffled closer to him on the sofa. “We’ve both been to hell and back, Marinette. Literally in my case.” he explained, Marinette glanced down at Tikki for a moment, as if silently asking if her magic was somehow involved in this. “But always remember, we have each other’s backs, just like The Three Musketeers.” Jason told her, Marinette giggles at his literary reference.
“Roy’s Porthos, you’re Aramis, I guess that makes me D’Artagnan.” Marinette chimes. Jason loved to see that hopeful smile on her face. What scared him the most was the idea that something or someone would try and take that away from her. They couldn’t keep treating her like glass, and they couldn’t keep treating her like a sidekick if they wanted to keep her from making their mistakes. They were all going to fight like hell to make sure this world didn’t break her the way it broke them. Marinette leaned in close and rested her head on his shoulder. He felt her calm even breathing, fanning his neck as she slept peacefully at his side.
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I Wonder What It’s Like (3/3) - fic
Characters: Jon Kent, Damian Wayne, some Maya and Kathy
Pairing: jondami
Summary: One person’s bad timing is another person’s good timing.
A/N: And *mumble mumble* they live happily ever after. Damian was already curious because the way Jon was holding him in the rescue was the way Clark holds lois in similar situations and ONLY Lois. It was just a giant ‘oh fuck it’s reciprocated.’ moment I guess, so he egged it on.
Part One | Part Two | Part Three
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It was an alien invasion. Of course it was.
All hands on deck. Justice League, the Titans, and their Teen variety, Young Justice. Even some less desirables like the Outlaws, Suicide Squad, Deathstroke and, well, their own little ragtag group.
And it was a weird time to be thinking about it, you know, punching out aliens and their robot pets over the city harbor and all, that their little foursome didn’t have a name. Didn’t go by anything. They weren’t League and they weren’t Outlaws. They weren’t really…anything. The ace in the hole? The backup?
He didn’t like any of those-
“Focus, Superboy.” Crackled in his ear. He glanced down to the nearby skyscraper. Saw Damian and Maya fighting back-to-back. Felt himself smile. Kicking ass and taking names – that was so them.
It was Damian who had spoken. Damian, who wasn’t even looking at him. Too busy flipping over Maya’s shoulder as they switched opponents.
Jon blinked a few times, then looked back at his own enemy, clutched tightly in his fist, shrieking to the machine that Kathy was taking out a few feet away from him.
“How’d you know I wasn’t?” Jon mumbled, throwing his rock-monster-looking alien towards the ground.
“Because we know you.” Maya chimed in. “And you float when you zone out. Notice how high you are right now?”
Kathy laughed as Jon sheepishly floated back down to where she was. “What were you thinking ‘bout?”
“…We don’t have a team name.” Jon practically pouted. “We’re just…the Other Ones.”
“And that’s a problem?” Damian snorted. “The less who know about us, the better, in my opinion.”
“Oh, right, and your opinion is never wrong.” Maya droned. A moment later she let out a shout, and Jon glanced down to see that Damian had thrown an unconscious and oozing alien right at her. “Okay, no need to be childish, you little worm!”
Damian cackled at her annoyance, and Jon ignored the flutter in his stomach.
“And there was no need for you to open your mouth at all, yet here we are, Nobody.” Damian sneered. Maya let out a string of curses, and Jon watched her throw a body in Damian’s direction. Damian dodged it, and then spoke again, but softer this time, aimed at him. “…Were you just lamenting the fact, or coming up with names yourself?”
“Mmm, both? Neither?” Jon shrugged, shooting himself across the sky to intercept an alien heading straight for a group of fleeing civilians. “I just thought it was odd.”
“I can’t believe I’m going to say it, but I agree with Damian.” Kathy said, making a retching noise right after. Maya laughed through the comms. Damian scoffed. “I like it how it is right now, you know? People call us when they need us, and we get to be normal people otherwise. It’s like being a hero part-time, and honestly, after our childhoods? I think the four of us deserve the break.”
“Freelance heroes.” Maya echoed. “I mean, I don’t think actually having a name or title associated with us would change anything, but I suppose I get the general principle.”
“I just mean, like…what if we’re interviewed by the news? Or some little kid asks who we are?” Jon pushed. An alien came flying towards him. He caught it like a baseball, spun, and threw it back from where it came. “The day is saved thanks to…who? Justice League Jr.? The Ghosts? The Powerpuff Girls? Like, what’s our backup?”
“I think concerned citizens would suffice in most situations.” Damian drawled.
“Concerned and capable, that’s us.” Maya mocked.
Kathy laughed at the joke, and Jon just rolled his eyes. He turned towards the water, seeing a new hoard of aliens and their robots coming their way. He sighed – when would this end?
Suddenly, there was a sharp static crack in his ear. In his periphery, he saw Kathy flinch at the noise too. Their communicators, then.
But before either of them could open their mouths to ask, Maya gave a shriek.
“Fuck!” She screamed. Jon and Kathy spun back towards the building their teammates had been on. The rooftop was no longer swarmed with aliens. In fact, the aliens were all scattered and flailing, like they were turtles knocked on their backs.
Jon’s stomach dropped as his mind processed what else was wrong. Maya and Damian were gone.
“Damian!” Maya shouted. Jon saw movement below the roof, glanced down to see Maya scrambling to her feet on the fire escape, pointing straight up into the sky. “Guys, he grabbed Damian!”
Jon’s eye followed her finger, and sure enough, speeding above even his head, one of these rock creatures – but bigger, more reptilian – was flying full speed towards the stratosphere, Damian hanging from his clawed hand by his ankle.
Damian, of course, wasn’t fazed in the slightest. Already had a knife in hand, and was stabbing at his captor’s grip.
Jon’s heart pounded, and he found himself glancing over at Kathy. She nodded, gave him a grim smile.
“Go get him.”
Jon needed nothing else, and felt the sonic boom snap behind him as he took off after the reptile man.
“Does he always break the sound barrier when he takes off?” Maya’s voice buzzed through his communicator. She was most likely talking to Kathy. He paid it no mind. “Or is that just another one of those Damian things…”
But because Damian was, well, Damian, he couldn’t leave well enough alone and kept stabbing at the monster’s fingers. And even as Jon sped towards them, he could see the creature getting frustrated, questioning how worth it it was to have Damian as a captive.
Without warning, he decided that, apparently, it wasn’t worth it at all.
So he dropped him.
Panic electrified Jon’s system, and his breath came up short as he twisted his course to follow a now-plummeting Damian.
What if he wasn’t fast enough? What if he didn’t catch him? What if the alien came back?
What if Damian died? Right here? Right in front of him?
“I’m coming!” Jon found himself shouting, both for himself and for Damian. In freefall, he saw Damian look towards him. “I’m coming, D!”
And as he got closer, flying as fast as he could, he saw Damian believe it, believe in him, and slowly, steadily, reach his hand out.
Jon was almost there. Jon almost had him.
But god, the buildings below them were already so close.
His heart was on fire, the wind in his face was causing his eyes to tear up. But he was close, he was so close-
(And the jagged corner of that skyscraper was even closer.)
-so he reached his own hand out, brushed his fingertips against Damian’s. Watched Damian watch their hands. Watched all fear drain from Damian’s face, turn into blind trust.
Then grabbed his forearm and yanked him into his chest. Held the back of Damian’s head as he spun them, so it was his back that bounced into the corner of the building’s roof, and not Damian’s skull.
The momentum kept them bouncing. Off that first building into another, into a fire escape, into a broken window, into brick, against a dumpster. And all the while, Jon kept tight hold of Damian, kept him curled into his chest, hidden by his cape.
Anything to keep him safe. And alive.
They landed in a heap in the alleyway, Jon’s back against the dirty ground, and Damian spread on top of him. Jon let out a small groan as Damian scrambled up and backed off of him.
“I hate falling. It’s my least favorite part of flying.” He mumbled, sitting up himself. He rubbed at the base of his spine as he glanced up. “You okay?”
“Am I…?” Damian scoffed, holding out his hand. Jon took it, and let Damian swing him up into his space. “You’re really asking me? You’re the one who just crash landed.”
“Being Kryptonian helps with that.” Jon winked. “Besides, you were the one who was just almost kidnapped, and then almost splattered on the pavement. I think it’s a valid question.”
Damian scoffed and crossed his arms, glancing away. “I’m fine…Thank you.”
“Any time.” Jon grinned. But almost instantly, he let the smile drop. Furrowed his brows and, without thinking, reached out, cupping his hand along Damian’s jaw and turning his head. “Hey, what’s…”
He’d seen blood, he thought, coming from Damian’s hairline. Was it from the previous fight, or their fall? Jeez, if it was from their fall, Jon wasn’t sure if he could handle…
But no, it was just dirt. Grime from being in battle all day with no breaks. His bad. He went to smile once more, but found himself hesitating as he glanced towards Damian’s face, and found Damian staring at him with wide eyes. Wide, too knowing, too soulful, too hopeful, too green eyes.
He felt his own heart beating against his chest. Especially as he remembered just how close they were standing. Damian had pulled him up into his chest, and Jon had never backed up.
And Damian never asked him to.
Suddenly, he found himself unable to let go of Damian’s face. Kept his hand glued to the curve of his throat, Damian’s own heartbeat pulsing against his fingers. Swallowed, and could have sworn the whole city heard it.
“Damian, I…”
But Damian cut him off with a simple, blunt demand. “Kiss me.”
Jon stumbled over the noises suddenly coming out of his mouth. Not words, not even thoughts. His attempts at speaking coming out like television static instead.
“Wha…what?”
“You heard me.” Damian said lowly, and Jon could feel the cheek under his hand heating up in the start of a blush. “And you know I don’t repeat myself.”
“You…I…this…” There was a crash a few streets over and Jon flinched. Instinctively shifted even closer into Damian’s space to box him in against the wall, to protect him. Just in case.
He never dropped his hand.
A second later, he realized his movement, and glanced down. Damian was still watching him with those sharp jade detective eyes. The ones Jon could stare into forever, if given the chance. The ones he could see the universe in, that were brighter than any star in the sky.
God, Damian could always see right through him.
“…I don’t think now’s the best time.” Jon whispered, almost desperately. Damian smirked.
“Timing and invasions and life-or-death danger has never stopped your mother and father. Hell, that never stopped my parents either. I’m pretty sure I was conceived in the middle of an assassination plot. On both of them.” A pause, to think, to bite at his lip. “But you didn’t say no.” Damian breathed softly. “Bad timing is not a no.”
“Well, of course not.” Jon rambled – admitted – as he looked off to the side, towards the invasion still happening all around them. Looked at anything but Damian. “But, we have to save the city. The attack is still going, and these aliens-”
Suddenly, there were fists in the front of his cape, and he was being yanked down, lips crashing into his.
Damian tasted better than Jon could ever dream, ever fantasized all those nights alone in his room. There was no distinct taste, but rather…he tasted like the donut Maya had forced him to have for breakfast that morning. The black coffee he’d drank with it.
He tasted like blood and chapped lips, with a fading hint of the cheap chapstick he used because it was a gift from a little girl they’d rescued a few months ago.
He tasted like insecurities and heartbreak. He tasted like a man who had never been sure of anything in his life until this moment, this action.
And Jon wanted to devour him. Jon knew he had to devour him.
Consciously this time, he raised his other hand, held Damian’s face as tenderly as he could. Felt his breath hitch as Damian skimmed his hands down Jon’s chest to grab at his waist.
It felt like he’d been waiting his whole life for this.
Damian seemed to almost melt against him, and when he leaned back those few centimeters to take a breath, Jon guided him backwards, until his spine pressed against the building’s brick wall.
“Jonathan…”
But Jon pushed against him, swallowed his voice. He couldn’t help but smirk, just a little. Damian may have started this, but he had no problem taking control.
And his heart stuttered at the thought that Damian was letting him.
But then, of course – of course – there was a explosion from the building behind them. They broke apart as Damian ducked slightly, and Jon once more hovered over him protectively.
Debris collapsed loudly around them, a sharp rod of steel bouncing off Jon’s back at one point. But as soon as it began to settle, their comms. crackled to life with their allies, friends and fathers calling for them, asking for their locations and statuses. Roars of the aliens echoed all around them.
Damian sighed.
“I suppose…you were correct.” He grumbled as he stood back to full height, looking up towards the clouds.
“About?”
“Now probably wasn’t the best time for...” He whined, waving his hand awkwardly between them. He put his hands on Jon’s chest again, but this time to push him gently back and step back into the street. “There’s an alien invasion to stop.”
Jon watched him for a moment. “…Damian?” Damian glanced over his shoulder. “Are we going to talk about this later?”
Damian blinked, then smiled. But not a hero smile. Not a Robin or Nightwing or Batman smile. A Damian smile. Warm and genuine and just the slightest bit mischievous.
“What’s there to talk about, Beloved?” Damian asked, leaning back and taking Jon’s hand, pulling him forward. “Now come on, there’s a world to save.”
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