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faegoddessog · 9 months

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My dirty little, and not so little, stories- Master lists

-cuz like the clit, g-spot and prostate, I want ya'll to find it.

Explicitly mature content, 18+ only

Seventy Two Hours of Bliss- Master list

Series Summary: You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot, then insanely romantic (and still fucking hot). (Finished work.)

Explicitly mature content, 18+ only

Fantasy come True - Masterlist

Series Summary: Breaking into the acting world has been a life long dream. It's been tough, plus your relationship with your partner has some struggles, but who doesn't have struggles. A new guy shows up to your improv classes who seems strangely familiar. He seems rather interested in you and you feel unusually comfortable around him, like he projects calm and reassurance. Once you realize who he really is, and what he really likes... it's game on.

(Finished work- request)

Explicitly mature content, 18+ only

Dripping in Leather

Part 1: "So, leather eh?"

Part 2: Ass over teakettle

No, I hadn't told Austin about my little leather fantasy. I mean, I'd never really explored it myself. I wasn't sure how to bring it up, so I brought a little surprise to Mexico City, where I was meeting up with him. But when I met him on set and he had those tight leather pants on, it was all I could do to keep myself together until we got back to the hotel room. Holy Fuck it was hot! Now if I could just get him to dust off a certain iconic outfit for me....(request by @richardslady121

(Finished work-request)

Explicitly mature content, 18+ only

Woman in Red - Masterlist

-She's a very successful woman who can't seem to find a partner that can keep up with her. He is just wanting to find someone who likes him for HIM, not his fame. Neither of them are prepared for what hits them when she walks into that coffee shop.

(Work in Progress)

Explicitly mature content, 18+ only

Fun one shots

Daily Meal- Summary: Austin and gf have temporarily moved to New York, work is stressful for her. He has a tried and true solution.

(Finished work-request)

Do me sweet, do me dirty- I'm so stressed, but an unexpected visit from Austin changes all that. Starting sweet and gentle he soon gets intense and domineering. I love it and it's just what I needed.

(Finished work- request)

Not 'till Monday Surgery recovery is no fun. But it's both made easier and difficult when Austin is the one taking care of you. Easy cuz he is on top of everything you'd ever need, hard because the one thing he isn't allowed to be on on top of is you. It' torture not getting to O, not getting his cum on the daily. Your only hope is Monday.

(finished work- inspired!)

Feyd's Gom Jabbar DUNE pt 2 fic. Lady Margot Fenring is on a Bene Gesserit mission: test and preserve the genetics of the Na-Baron Feyd Rautha Harkonnen. She is well aware of his deranged pleasures of choice. Armed with her Pain Box, Gom Jabbar, her Voice and her substantial wiles and wits, she delves into Feyd's world. She is unprepared, however, for her own reaction to his... attentions.

Warning: this one is dark

(Finished work)

It takes three to forget: (one shot)They need to forget from the terrors of the sky. She needs to forget the terrors on the ground. War is hell any way you slice it. But tonight, tonight they are gonna all reach for a little piece of heaven, all three together.

(Finished work)

"You don't think I could be a Dom?" : (one shot) a story crafted from 5 voter polls in celebration of 100 (+) followers. This little gem includes: Our very own Austin Butler, taking control of, dominating, edging and over stimming you, his old friend (now lover).

(Finished work- voter polls)

Upcoming works - all Austin related, cuz I'm a bit of a slut for the man. )

My favorite Treat: (one shot)- Fantasies confessed to and fulfilled. A Naughty Austin gets what's coming to him, and loves every second of it.

Cancun Dreams (one shot)- Saving a celebrity from the paparazzi is one thing, but to somehow save two at once? Well that calls for a threesome...

Strangers on a train (one shot)- (this one is just me dreaming big dreams ya'll) It's your birthday and you have treated yourself to a semi private compartment on the train from London to Florence. Who ends up sharing your compartment? Only the subject of all your naughty writing. Blushing, wet panties and hot times all follow.

#austin butler #austin butler fanfic #austin butler smut #austin butler fic #austin butler x reader #austin butler/reader

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dontshootmespence · 4 years

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Through It All

Part 24

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

Words: 2,765

Warnings: Voyeurism, p in v, threesome, oral sex (fem receiving), face sitting, pussy slapping, bit of degradation. I think that’s it.

A/N: My next entry for @cm-kinkbingo run by my beautiful girlfriend @heycasbutt. This fills my voyeurism square.

So much waiting. Before this all started, you knew there would be long periods of waiting, and it hadn’t even been that long, it had been about three weeks, during which time you’d been taking your classes, but the waiting still had you on edge so often and so intensely that Spencer made some secret plans behind your back.

When your parents show up at the door, you stare blankly, confused, but they take no offense and pull you in for a hug. “Spencer still hasn’t told you?”

“Told me what?” You laugh so loud Charlotte looks up quizzically from her toys, eyeing you with a smile before she sees your parents. Her little legs carry her quickly across the room and into your mother’s arms.

Grandma assaults her with kisses, which she can’t seem to get enough of lately, not that you or Spencer are complaining. “Dad and I are gonna stay here for a few days so you and Spencer can go on a little impromptu trip.”

“Really?” You ask in surprise, turning to see Spencer’s big smile. Reaching back behind the counter, he pulls out a bag. “I already packed for you.”

Your mind races with the thought of what this trip might be, relaxing and comforting or the sexy kind. Leaning in, you kiss Charlotte on the cheek and make her promise, in her 15-month-old way to be a good girl for Grandma and Grandpa. “I love you sooooo much, Charlie. Daddy and I will be back in a couple days.”

Spencer plants a big kiss on the top of Charlotte’s head, which makes her smile and lights up your world. “Be a good little flower, okay?”

“Ooo-kay,” she replies. She’s got a whole little voice now! It’s amazing and you almost get emotional leaving her, but you know in the long run, having a break from parenthood to focus on you and Spencer as a couple is what’s best for all of you.

After giving your parents a hug and kiss goodbye, Spencer takes your hand and shrugs the duffel bag over his shoulder. As soon as the door is closed, you can’t help but ask. “So what kind of a vacation is this?”

“Remember that party we went to?”

“The sexy one?” You ask as your voice goes up an octave. It’s a good memory; just the mere thought fills you with warmth again.

“I think it’s time for another.”

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Instead of going straight to the penthouse complex the party had taken place in last time, Spencer takes you to the hotel first, checking you in and insisting you take a nap because you are ‘going to need your rest.’

With a beautiful threat like that, it takes 20 minutes of anticipatory tossing and turning before you can fall asleep. When you wake almost an hour and a half later, you glance toward the armchair in between the bed and wall and see an outfit laid out for you. Draped over the back of the chair is a tight, rouched, pink dress with a sweetheart neckline and nude pumps. Heat floods through you. It’s normally not your kind of outfit, but knowing Spencer picked it out, means he has a picture in mind.

From behind, you hear his voice low and gravely. “You won’t be wearing any panties. I want you open for me from the second we walk in the door. And don’t worry, there’s a built-in bra in the dress.”

“When do we leave, Sir?” The stark difference between headstrong mom and wife and docile sob is apparent, but it’s you, two sides of the same coin. You truly believe one couldn’t exist without the other. “Do I have time to put on some makeup?”

“We leave in a half hour. And I packed your makeup. It’s not waterproof. I plan to mess it up anyway.”

---

Before you leave, Spencer ensures that your limits and wants haven’t changed. He also asks if you have the mental energy for a bit of degradation (you do). Him asking is what makes him, him. It’s what makes him a dominant worth kneeling before. “It’ll be a lot of the same people as last time,” Spencer says as you stride out of the elevator and down toward the penthouse. “This time though, it won’t be a ‘show’ per se, so much as we’ll have our own room, I will do as I please with your beautiful body and anyone that wants to come in and watch can. Like a revolving door for people to witness what a little slut you are for me.”

Biting your lip, you move to kiss the underside of his chin. Wetness begins to drip down your leg. “Only for you, Sir. Forever.”

Taking your place, you stand slightly behind him and watch as he raps at the door three times. Each knock sends a jolt through you, anticipation building. “Welcome back,” your host says when he opens the door. “Married since last we saw each other, right?”

Spencer nods and guides you inside. There’s already a ton of people milling around with drinks and food. From the sounds of it, at least a few people are already getting into things. And out of the corner of your eye, you spy Christina. Floating across the room to greet you, she bats her eyelashes at you. “Nice to see you both. Will I be seeing you here? Or are you just here to observe?”

“We’re here to play,” Spencer says, voice low.

Your pussy clenches around nothing at his tone, soft yet forceful. After your host welcomes everyone to party, reminding you all to stay ‘safe, sane and consensual,’ the crowd disperses. Some individuals that you know for a fact aren’t in relationships, find each other and go off to have some fun. Other couples, like you and Spencer find empty rooms and prepare to provide the guests with an amazing show.

Once inside a room, Spencer focuses on you, ignoring the first few people that walk through the door. They’re familiar faces and although you can’t remember names, you’re almost positive they were viewers that last time you were here. “Ready?” He asks.

You nod.

“Word?”

“Red, Sir.”

Spencer pinches your chin in between his thumb and forefinger, responding with a condescending ‘good’ before addressing the growing audience. “Who here wants to see my wife’s amazing body? See how wet she already is?”

A few men have no problems grunting in approval, their hands floating over hardening cocks, the anticipation building. Without a word, Spencer grabs your arms roughly with both hands and turns you so that your ass is facing the crowd and you’re staring at the wall. Cool air quickly hits your heated pussy as he yanks the bottom of your tight, pink dress just above your ass. He places a finger on the middle of your back, so you pitch forward. He wants to show off what’s his and you’re more than happy to comply.

“See?” He asks them, directing their collective gaze toward your slick entrance. “She’s already soaking wet. Frankly, I think she’s been wet since I surprised her with this party this afternoon. Haven’t you, love?”

“Yes, Sir.” You remain still while he waits for you to elaborate. “I’m always wet for you.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I love when you use me. I belong to you.”

“That’s right.” Reaching to your shoulder, he applies the slightest bit of pressure and allows you to stand up straight again. “Now, should we get the audience involved with a little poll?” His eyes glance up and down your body quickly and you’re pretty sure you know where he’s headed.

“I think so, Sir.”

“What does my little slut think I’m thinking? What do I want to ask them?”

“Whether I should keep my dress on and have you expose my breasts or take it off all together.”

Spencer smiles proudly and looks toward the crowd. “Show of hands. Dress off?” A few hands go up. “Dress on?” Most of the room votes for dress on, the image of Spencer so taken with you that he can’t even bother to undress you, you so blissed out and fucked that you don’t care, so long as he fucks you.

As soon as you have your answer, you lie back on the bed and put your hands above your head, your dominant hand clenching around the opposing wrist.

“Legs open,” he says firmly as he peels his jacket off and lays it neatly on a chair at his side, kicking his shoes off nearby, piling them not-as-neatly as his jacket. Even in control, he’s losing bits of it. “We want to put on a good show, right? Show everyone what a wet little slut you really are?”

You let out a breathy, “Yes, Sir,” in reply, already feeling the urge to touch your breasts, rake your fingers around your nipples, pinch them for the sweet bit of pain.

Once Spencer’s unbuttoned his shirt and stepped out of his pants, leaving him in just a shirt and boxers, he steps to the edge of the bed and wraps an arm around each of your legs, pulling your ass to the precipice. He thumbs your clit and you whimper, moving gently down into his hand, but he quickly pulls away, laughing at your dissatisfied whimpers.

Even in a room full of people, he’s fixed on you. That’s your superpower. Something no one else can do for him. “Your pussy is needy, Sir.”

“I can see that,” he replies. “You’re glistening already. I think I’ll actually invite someone up for a closer look.”

Your heartbeat pounds in your chest and you wait excitedly for Spencer to pick someone. His eyes fall to someone standing above where your head is. “Would you like a closer look?”

The man doesn’t reply, giving you a small smile as he rounds the other side of the bed and comes to stand a few feet from Spencer.

“Isn’t she soaked?”

“Disgustingly so,” the man says.

Spencer laughs and immediately brings his open palm down on your clit. “And that made her even wetter. Why is that, love?”

“Because I’m your slut, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Without dismissing the man, Spencer pulls his cock free from his boxers and lines himself up at your entrance, teasing you as your special viewer takes his former place on the opposite side of the bed.

As he pushes inside you, he takes a calf in each hand and pushes your legs back, leaving you open and raw for him. “Fuck, you take my cock so well, baby.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

With each thrust he swells inside you, the friction so intense that you’re begging for him to let you come within minutes, but he refuses, insisting you stave off your orgasm unless you want to be punished in front of the crowd. You kind of do, but you want to make him proud more, so you bite your lip and try to push your mind in a different direction - anything to push away the growing feelings in your core.

For a minute, you think to focus on the faces in the crowd, but most of them are watching with rapt attention, their hungry and jealous gazes doing little to tone down your growing need. Each thrust of his hard cock fucks you open so beautifully, your juices sliding down your ass and onto the sheets below.

When you go to beg again, beg for sweet release, Spencer pinches your clit in between his fingers, ripping the words from you. It’s time to be quiet. Every pinch, every scrape of his fingers, every pointed thrust gets you closer and closer to where he wants you, fucked so senseless you can’t form words or thought, his name the only thing that’s able to fall from your lips.

“Fuck!” You cry as he pulls out and slaps your pussy with the head of his cock and his hand in quick succession.

Spencer’s gaze falls on Christina, at least you assume so. All you’re aware of is Spencer’s voice claiming that your mouth needs a distraction. Sauntering over, Christina lifts her dress, climbs onto the bed and straddles your face. She’s pink and perfect and wet and now you have a mission of your own.

Your tongue hungrily laps at her wetness and you laugh to yourself as you feel it drip down your chin. She grinds down onto your mouth, begging for you to fuck her with your tongue as Spencer pounds into your pussy without any thought.

As Spencer bottoms out, you cry into Christina’s wet cunt and tear rolls down your face. “Spencer, she’s actually crying she’s so well fucked,” Christina teases.

“Tell her she doesn’t get to come until she makes you come.”

You hear that and grasp onto Christina’s legs, pulling her pussy back to your mouth so you can eat her out like your life depends on it. It does right now. All you want is to come. Your entire body is burning with need. Spencer’s purposely slowing his movements, drawing out each sensation so that you can focus on what you need to do before you get your reward.

When Christina shakes above you, you smile, watching her as she casually removes herself from the bed and returns to her place in the crowd. “Christina, did she do a good job? Should I let her come?”

Whining, you buck down into Spencer’s cock and pray that Christina was satisfied. It sounded like it.

“I think you should fuck her so hard she forgets her own name.”

Spencer chuckles and reels back, bottoming out so hard that your eyes roll to the back of your head. Without saying a word, he flips you over so you’re face down on the bed before pushing back inside. At this angle, you feel even fuller. It feels like both seconds and hours before you’re crying out, no words, just noise as your mouth hangs open.

Once you’re able to focus again, you see people leaving the room and feel Spencer’s hands turn you back to face him. “You okay, love?”

“More than, Sir.” You smile.

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In a haze, you’re able to get dressed and get back to the hotel. You curl into Spencer’s embrace. “Did you have fun?” He asks, the lightness in his voice already giving you an answer of your own.

Nodding, you tighten your grasp around his waist and kiss his chest. “Yes, Sir.”

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The following day, the two of you wake up at your leisure and Spencer takes you out to breakfast. It’s leisurely. There’s coffee. He takes charge when it comes to ordering and paying the bill. It’s amazing. All you have to do is smile and bask in the afterglow of the previous night’s amazing time.

After a little bit of swimming at the hotel pool, a nap and a quick, late lunch, you head home to see your mother in Charlotte’s room, her eyes hooded and near to closing as she smiles down at her granddaughter. Your dad’s already passed out on the floor next to them. How Charlotte hasn’t woken up to tell Grandpa to stop snoring is astounding. “Have fun?” Your mom asks softly.

Nodding, you give her a hug and thank her for giving you and Spencer the time to breathe. It’s refreshing. Your dad stirs awake so you leave the room to let Charlotte sleep peacefully. “Thank you again, guys.”

“No problem.” Both your parents understand the importance of time outside of parenthood. Your mom cranes her head back toward Charlotte’s room. “You two plan on another one of those anytime soon? I can’t believe she’s 15 months already. It feels like she was born yesterday.”

“It really does, and mayyyybeeee.” After assuring them you’re not pregnant, you confide in them about your adoption journey thus far. “We haven’t heard anything yet. Still too early. But we’re looking into it.”

Your mom begins to tear up and even your dad gets his congratulations caught in his throat. “We’ll be praying for someone to pick you soon.”

“Thanks, dad. You okay to drive? Spencer or I can drive you home.”

“No, kiddo,” you dad replies, resting his hand on your shoulder. “I’m good.”

“Okay, text me when you get home.”

“We will.”

As they make their way down the stairs of the complex, you and Spencer slip into Charlotte’s room, sleepy smiles painting their way across your faces. “Refreshed?” Spencer asks. “Ready to really dive into adoption?”

“More than anything.”

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starfleet-jelly · 3 years

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A Damsel in Distress ! - Tom Paris x Reader One Shot

Word Count: 977

Caption Proton stood tall, chest puffed out as he said “Damn you, Doctor Chaotica! You let (y/n) go!” You had to admit, Tom was rather adorable when get got into his role of savior of Earth. Playing along with his little holonovel was fun! It really was, however, you stood there in a ridiculous outfit, too tight to be comfortable. Currently, you were tied to a poll staring at the screen that had the Great Captain Proton on it. Doctor Chaotica grinned “Why, Captain Proton, have I finally found your weakness? Oh, but a beautiful girl, no less? How almost predictable!” Chaotica laughed and circled around you. Proton pressed his lips into a line and growled. “Chaotica, if you don’t let (y/n) go--” he warned but Chaotica rolled his eyes. “Proton!” he shouted, “I want my doomsday bomb back! If I do not have it in soon I’ll kill (y/n)! I’ll make it slow and painful! What is more important? This woman, or Earth? Make your choice!”

Just as Tom was about to answer he heard you yell “Computer, Pause!” Tom frowned, “What’s wrong (y/n)? We were just getting to the good part!” You rolled your eyes “Really, Tom? A poor damsel in distress? That’s so boring!” you said as you freed yourself from your ties. Tom left the screen, but walked in through the door on the other side of the room. “(y/n), come on, this is fun, I even gave it a twist too! You just have to play it out a little bit longer...” You gave him a pout and placed your hands on your hips. “I have something else in mind!” A smirk crept onto your lips. “I’ll make some changes, meet me in here tomorrow!” Tom raised a brow, “Promise you wont go and ruin my holonovel?” you pushed his shoulder with a laugh and kissed his cheek, “I’ll make it better!” you said as you both left the holodeck.

You were grinning liked a drunk at a all you can drink bar when Tom walked up to the holodeck. You were in Captain Proton’s usual getup while Tom was dressed in a rather nice looking button up and slacks. He looked nervous as to what you had planned for him. “Why am I wearing this and why are you wearing that?” Tom asked his brows knotted together. You just gave a giggle and pulled him into the holodeck. “Its a surprise Tom! Just go with it!”

Caption Proton stood tall, chest puffed out as she said, “Damn you, Doctor Chaotica! You let Tom go!” He had to admit, (y/n) was rather adorable when get got into her role of savior of Earth. Currently, he was tied to a poll staring at the screen that had the Great Captain Proton on it. Doctor Chaotica grinned, “Why, Captain Proton, have I finally found your weakness? Oh, but a beautiful man, no less? How almost predictable!” Chaotica laughed and circled around Tom. Proton pressed her lips into a line. “Chaotica, if you don’t let Tom go--” she warned but Chaotica rolled his eyes. “Proton!” he shouted, “I want my doomsday bomb back! If I do not have it in soon I’ll kill Tom! I’ll make it slow and painful! What is more important? This man, or Earth? Make your choice!” (y/n) raised an eyebrow and knotted them together. “You win Chaotica… I’ll bring you the doomsday bomb, just don’t hurt Tom.” Tom saw his queue for his line “No! Proton! You can’t, he’ll destroy Earth!” Tom said no less dramatically as when he played his usual role of Proton. The way he delivered his line almost made you laugh but you kept your composure. “I’ll be there soon Chaotica, with the bomb.” Proton cut off the transmission and Tom saw the screen fade to black.

Only but a few minutes later did Proton walk into the lair of Doctor Chaotica, bomb in hand. “I’ve brought what you want Chaotica, give Tom back to me.” You glared at the dark haired man as he smirked. “I didn’t think you’d be stupid enough to walk in here Proton!” He pulled out a laser gun. Proton placed your hands into the air bomb in hand. “My, you wouldn’t be dumb enough to shoot me while I have this bomb, would you Chaotica?” Proton gave smirk. Tom was so involved in what was happening he had not even noticed you standing beside him. “Tom! I’ve come to save you!” you whispered. Tom jumped and looked at you and smirked. “My knight in shinning armor.” he cooed. Proton looked at Chaotica. “If I give you this bomb, you’ll destroy Earth, wouldn’t you?” Chaotica rolled his eyes, “Oh course I will, what--” he was cut off from a rough kick to his back and he fell down his laser gun sliding across the floor. “I’m sorry Chaotica, you won’t be destroying Earth today!” You said in your most commanding voice. The Proton projection disappeared and Chaotica growled, “It was just an illusion! You cheater!” With that you grabbed Tom and jumped out the window as guards began to enter the room. You and Tom ran back to the ship and took off. You smirked at Tom. “I would never give Chaotica his bomb back,” you walked closer to Tom, “and I would never let Chaotica hurt my poor damsel in distress.” you kicked one of Tom’s legs back and he fell backwards into the ship wall as you cornered him. “Does this Knight get a reward for saving her Prince?” you asked teasingly. Tom smirked and wrapped an arm around you. “Why of course, you save Earth and me,” He leaned in and kissed you as you both fell to the ground.

Fin

#star trek #start trek voyager #voyager #voy #tom paris #tom paris x reader #voyager tom paris #star trek oneshot

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geeky-politics-46 · 3 years

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The Asgardian Candidate

Loki/The West Wing FanFiction Crossover

Chapter 6 - “A Stranger To The Rescue”

The White House was still in a state of shell shock.

They had suffered two massive blows to their re-election campaign back to back at the hands of Mr. Loki Laufeyson.

The pounding they got in the 2nd debate was one thing. They had one more debate left. They could recover from that, even if it was bad.

What had essentially crippled the campaign nearly beyond salvage was something that had been completely unthinkable, until now. A sitting vice president announcing he was leaving the ticket he was currently on, for the administration he was currently serving in, to run as his challenger’s VP.

The tickets were now Laufeyson/Hoynes & Bartlet/?

After the announcement the president’s poll numbers plummeted, & campaign donors had started to bail. Everyone understood why. They had to find a candidate to run as Bartlet’s vice president. It couldn’t be just a replacement for Hoynes, they had to be better than Hoynes.

If they were going to make any sort of rebound in the polls they had to find the human personification of America itself. A patriot. Someone who could have been born on the 4th of July & made from apple pie.

It was Leo who had stepped forward with the only suggestion. He said he knew a guy who might fit that bill. That he knew him from when he served in the military, well he didn’t know him exactly, but he knew of him. After a few calls, & maybe even a bit of pleading on Leo’s part, the man had agreed to meet the president & discuss joining the ticket.

He too was a novice in politics, like Loki, but if he was half as good as he seemed on paper it wouldn’t matter.

Jed was studying the man’s records & FBI file when Leo opened the door to announce that their potential VP had arrived.

Leo’s assistant led him in & then stood behind the man utterly transfixed. “Thank you Margaret.” Leo said holding the door open for her to exit, but to no avail. “Thank you Margaret… Margaret! Thank you.” Having finally gotten her attention, Margaret quickly turned & left somewhat embarrassed at her own behavior.

Both Jed & Leo could understand why she had been so hypnotized. The man standing before them appeared perfect.

He was tall & broad shouldered, with well defined muscles. A firm yet subtlety squared off jaw, vivid blue eyes, & dirty blonde hair perfectly combed into place. He looked like Disney prince did a stint as a G.I. Joe, & then come to life.

He snapped to attention & saluted as the president rose from his seat. “It’s an honor Mr. President, sir.”

“At ease solider.” Jed responded chuckling, slightly startled by his salute. “Err… actually it’s captain isn’t it?”

The man relaxed & dropped his salute as he responded, “Yes sir, Captain Steve Rogers. If I may speak freely sir, having already been told why I’m meeting with you today. As an officer of the U.S. military I have sworn, as you have, to defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies foreign & domestic. Frankly sir, after watching him & hearing his views on how he plans to run this country if elected, I do believe Loki to be a threat to the US & the constitution if he were to be elected as president. I don’t like bullies, no matter where they’re from. Therefore it is with honor & duty that I accept the offer to serve as your running mate.”

Jed & Leo both exhaled deeply for the first time in several days, feeling the muscles in their necks immediately relax.

Jed smiled eyeing the man curiously. Could he feel it too? He had assumed most people younger than Leo & himself couldn’t feel the air of the great dictator that Loki gave off. How could they? They had never seen it in person before, or heard the tails of war while watching the flashes of pained memory in their parent’s eyes. Sure there were movies & museums, but real first hand memories of the last World War & those who could share them were all but completely gone now. This man seemed almost out of his time. As if he escaped from an era long gone, but remained untouched himself by the hands time. A memento of what America could be at it’s best.

Captain Rogers did have a couple caveats of his own to offer in negotiation with President Bartlet. He wanted to serve with honor, & he wanted to make sure he was able to execute the office in the best way he could if they won. “I do have a couple requests to make of you sir, if I am to serve as your vice president. The first is that I want us to be completely honest with each other, & if we disagree we hash it out in private together. The second is that I want to be the last person in the room on major decisions. If I’m going to serve as your right hand then I want to really participate.”

Bartlet was slightly taken aback at the younger man’s forwardness & candor. It was a far cry from John Hoynes, who had at times roiled against Jed’s decisions. Even going so far as to on occasion leak a disagreement to the press when he was really in a snit with him. Leo had always attributed John’s ill behavior to Jed coming from behind in the primaries to steal the nomination away from him. However in just a few sentences Steve Rogers proved he had more heart & backbone than John Hoynes had managed in nearly 5 years.

It Jed’s mind it wasn’t even a question. He knew he could trust this man. He felt it in his bones. He still dutifully glanced toward Leo awaiting his silent approval. Leo simply gave a single nod. They agreed to Captain Roger’s requests without hesitation.

President Bartlet then gratefully held out his hand towards the captain, “Well I guess I shouldn’t get too used to calling you Captain Rogers then. By the time I remember I’ll have to start calling you Vice President Elect Rogers instead.”

The two men shook hands & sealed their political fates to each other. If they won then they won together, if they lost then they lost together.

Captain Rogers smiled brightly & gave a slight nod as he clutched the President’s hand “Thank you, sir. You can just call me Steve. I’m with you until the end of the line.”

Leo smirked & jokingly added “See, it wasn’t all that hard finding someone.” For the first time in a long time, lately Leo had found himself tempted to retreat to alcohol. He hadn’t told Jed, but this campaign had him more rattled the longer it went on & Captain Roger’s words seemed to confirm that Leo wasn’t the only one who sensed something very wrong in Loki. To comfort his thoughts he had found himself wanting to escape the campaign problems in the bottom of an empty bottle. After all old habits die hard, & it had been a habit during the first campaign. Now he stood, his hands in his pockets, holding one of his AA chips. Thanking god (or whoever really controlled everything) for Captain Rogers. Without even knowing it, Cap had already protected one person from an enemy. Even if it was just an internal one.

The ticket was now officially sealed. It was set as Bartlet/Rogers.

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Perhaps he had underestimated the Midgardian this entire time. Perhaps Bartlet really was a foe worth his time & effort. It made him almost respect the man a little.

He held the front page of The New York Times in his left hand, right hand resting under his chin, studying the headline & image before him. Brow furrowed, causing his gleaming horned crown to shift slightly higher into his raven hairline.

How quaint.

There standing with him arm around the president was Captain Steve Rogers. Both men smiling & waving to the crowd where they announced their new ticket. The papers had already started calling him “Captain America”. Fawning over him as if he was some sort comic book superhero. Some of them had even gone so far as to draw him into one themselves, complete with a stars & stripes jumpsuit & matching shield.

Loki pictured a battle between “Captain America” in full costume & himself in full Asgardian armor. Fine tailored suit morphing into black & green leather with ornate gold plating, & his gold horned crown transforming into his full elaborate helmet. While comical on one hand, Loki was quite a showman. Perhaps in the event of a recount he could conjure up that outfit for the captain & solve the election that way instead. Leaving Bartlet & Hoynes to fight it out amongst themselves.

To Loki’s ears he even spoke like some sort of cartoon as well. All sugar & sweet, yes sir & yes ma’am. He questioned whether this Captain Rogers was even capable of telling a lie. Although the American’s had already had one president who used that schtick before. It was still something the crowd seemed to be eating up. Loki almost wished he’d thought of it himself, but what fun would that be for him really? The god of mischief & lies having to play nice. His nose crinkled & upper lip snarled as his thoughts soured at the very suggestion.

For every devious act or trick Loki had implemented, the Bartlet campaign seemed to be trying to one up him in a the wholesome department. Perhaps it was time to simply match wit for wit. Maybe Loki’s silver tounge had finally met it’s match. His lips pressed into a tight line, ever so slightly pulling his bottom lip in with his teeth as he thought.

The third debate was open topic, questions could come from any area. He figured that would allow him to fair better than the first debate, no need to try to memorize budget statistics or job numbers. He could just as easily pluck a number from someone else’s head. He was sure the intrusion into their mind would go unnoticed if he only did it when he absolutely needed to.

The president though would also surely fair better on the topic of defense this time around. His team would be going through Loki’s responses from the last debate as he sat there. This debate they would be on much more even footing.

He would not hold anything back this time, now that he knew Bartlet could clearly play the game just as well as he could. He would actually have to prepare & study for this debate. As much as he loved reading the idea of spending hours reading about Midgardian matters made him wince.

Loki quickly stood up from the desk. He had to act on his plan quickly before his distaste for spending time with mortals had a chance to outweigh the importance of the debate. He really wanted to win the presidency, otherwise he would never stoop this low.

He walked briskly to the door of his office, yanking the door open so hard it hit the wall with a deep thud. All of Loki’s campaign staffers froze at the sound & a thick silence fell over the entire room. Eyes wide on many of their faces. Loki had them terrified of him.

He resisted the urge to giggle with delight at the terrored faces he had evoked. Instead he calmly & quietly took 2 steps forward into the large open office space. He scanned their faces & inhaled deeply. His mind searching for who could best fulfill his need.

He found 3 faces. A male & 2 females. All rather mousey & plain. Their desks each piled high with binders & newspapers. Computer monitors cluttered with open windows. Yes, these 3 should work nicely.

“You, you, & you.” Loki pointed to each of the 3 as he began his verbal command, voice deep & thick with passioned energy. “In my office. Bring everything you have on Bartlet’s policy positions, & whatever we’ve said mine are. You have 5 minutes! Don’t test my patience.”

Loki immediately turned & strode back into his office,leaving any questions about his order hanging in their air. Eyes quickly darting from person to person around the room in both confusion & curiosity. They only snapped back to the present & returned to their work as they heard the door to Loki’s office slam shut behind him. Time seemed to suddenly unfreeze as staffers began talking again & phones started ringing.

Back in his office Loki positioned himself behind his desk. He had made it this far. He could practically see himself behind the resolute desk in the oval office. It was no golden throne of Asgard, but god he wanted it. His birthright was to rule, & he fully intended to.

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literaryspinster · 4 years

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Preview: Forever Yours, Iris West

Ch. 8: James Olsen, The Boy From Picture News School becomes a completely different world the week after the beach party. The way people look at me, talk to me, offer me high fives out of nowhere like a friendly version of those weird, disembodied hands from The Conjuring, it’s all Greek to me. But I go with it because that’s the point of all of this. I made a snap decision in kissing Barry that’s somehow spiraled into a different existence and I can’t go back on it, not yet. Most of all because it’s working. Things between me and Scott are still weird, but not the type of weird I can’t handle. He’s cold and businesslike in our exchanges as co-editors, and as painful as it is, it still hurts less than the alternative.

Every time Linda requests a video chat from Oxford I feel that same pang of guilt in my stomach that lets me know I can never tell Scott the truth. Most of the time I can’t even bring myself to answer her, I’ll send a quick text instead to let her know I have homework and I’ll call later, even though she always calls back first. I miss her like crazy and am too ashamed to talk to her at the same time, its a horrible way to feel.

As for Cynthia, she’s great, she’s always great. She’s fun and badass and quick to stand up for me, but all of that only comes in handy when she’s around, which she isn’t half the time. I don’t know how she manages a 3.5 when her attendance record is worse than Lauryn Hill’s. She’s not sick a lot or anything, in fact, I can never predict what crazy reason she’s going to have for not coming to school. One time last year she bailed because she had to wait in line for some special edition Jordans that she’s only worn once to date. I’m still trying to make sense of that one.

So needless to say, things are a bit dry in the friends department, but you wouldn’t know it if you saw me at lunchtime, surrounded by a bunch of suspiciously hip nerds who care about what I have to say and call me nicknames like Boss Bitch West. I had no idea I was a boss bitch until I infiltrated their little gang, but I give off that exact vibe according to Cisco. Good to know, I always assumed my vibe was more bitch than boss, at least to all of them.

Cisco Ramon is the ladies man of the group, I knew that even before. Cynthia has a thing for him, Len’s sister Lisa, the 5’11” volleyball babe has a thing for him, Mari McCabe, the hottie who makes all the theatre club’s costumes has a thing for him, and I could honestly go on like this. But I’m pretty sure he’s into Kamilla, the yearbook photographer with the nose ring and the Bambi eyes, who I later learned was the girl he carried into the water. I used to wonder how he did it. Cisco is cute and all, and his hair sort of reminds me of Jason Momoa’s after a deep cream rinse, but he’s also shorter than a lot of the girls and too into Rick and Morty for anyone’s good. Now that I know him a little better though, I can see it. He’s funny, and not like try-hard funny. In fact, everything about him is kind of effortless, the way he drops million dollar science words and compliments people’s outfits, he’s just an easy guy to know.

I guess Ralph Dibny is supposed to be the funny one, except he is sort of try-hard funny, the kind of guy you just know is itching to be voted class clown in the senior poll, ‘please like me’ energy seeping from every pore. He’s exhausting as hell, to be honest. Still, I kind of don’t mind the guy. He reminds me of Wally when he was eight, how he’d bug me every five minutes to show me some new video game combo or skateboard trick he learned. It was always just a little more cute than annoying. Also Ralph is tall, like, really tall, taller than Barry tall. It’s a stupid reason not to hate someone, but I’m a teenaged girl, and I’m not made of steel. And then there’s Barry. I knew him before, of course, but not so much in the context of his friends’ group. I’d always assumed he was the smart one, and I guess he’s still the smart one, even though he keeps competing with Cisco for that title. But he’s something else I didn’t expect. I saw it for the first time when a few of us went to Jitters right after the beach trip, Barry needing a pick me up before he could manage the hour-long drive home. When we took our seats in the booth, he stayed standing and pointed to his friends one by one, naming off their orders with perfect certainty “Americano for Ralph”

“Caramel Machiatto with two shots for Cisco”

“Matcha latte for Kamilla”

When he got to me he simply paused, waiting for me to finish his thought, so I did

“Hot chai”

“Hot chai it is,” he said with a wink. And I swear to god he’s the only guy I’ve ever seen wink without looking like a complete douchebag. Then he made a beeline for the counter without awaiting any protest from his friends, because he knew them, and he knew himself. Was that confidence just there the whole time?

It only took that one small moment for me to start to realize, Barry Allen is the alpha.

And I wasn’t even sure that he knew it.

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We recently ran a survey where we polled various superheroes to discover what they thought the worst parts of their jobs were and proud to finally be able to share our findings with you! (We would’ve had them sooner but somebody decided to take a two week nap under a bridge in schenectady {for the hundredth time, I was mugged and unconscious! Thanks for looking for me by the way!} Thanks getting back here in a timely manner!):

2% of superheroes said that the worst part of their job was the giant gelatin monsters, because they get goop everywhere and everything sticky. 11% said prank calls to their superhero hotline. “Uh… hi, I’d like to report a crime? Yeah it’s… uh… what was it again? Oh yeah! Uh, I’d like to a report a crime and it’s your outfit hahaha get new clothes you trash bag!” 15% said it was the constant pain that they are in because they made a deal with the devil and their soul is constantly on fire but that it is a burden they gladly bear if it means that mankind can be safe for even just one more day. (Dramaaaaaatic.) 27.5% said it was having their memories or friends erased or altered due to time travel shenanigans. 54.5% said supervillains.

Unfortunately, all of those people were wrong and that was a waste of everybody’s time. {Are you kidding me? I spent two weeks in a coma for this!} The worst part of being a superhero is obviously…

#200 Supervillain Teams

{That’s basically what the majority of those people said!} No it’s different!

A single supervillain is plenty dangerous on their own (most of the time) they’re only limited by their own imaginations and their access to resources. (In today’s economy and privacy obsessed cultural climate, you actually need a lot of money to steal a lot of money. It’s kind of like how you need experience in your field before you can get a good job in your field.) So when a bunch of villains put their heads together and pool their cash. Hooboy. Then you’re in trouble. In most universes, the villain to hero ratio favors the villains. This is due to a number of factors. Most people are selfish and when given extraordinary abilities, they will choose to use to benefit themselves as the expense of others. Being a villain is honestly way more fun than being a superhero, especially if like you making your own hours and pontificating in front of large crowds. Also, most villains will kill heroes but most heroes won’t kill villains. So if all of your enemies team up, or if everybody’s enemies team up, you’re going to be in trouble.

Villains are a competitive and dramatic lot, so when a bunch of them sit down for a brainstorming sess, things are definitely going to get out of hand really fast. They’re all going to keep upping the evil ante, as I will now demonstrate for you.

(Scene 1 Act 1: Int. dungeon of some sort. There are skulls everywhere, there’s an actual demon chained to the wall, he’s very sassy and does not want to be there. In the center of the room there is a table, skull-shaped of course, There are several hooded and masked figures sitting at the table. The room smells of sweat and snake venom.)

Al “Da Boss” Marconi: I have called you all here today to finally put an end to those terrible, disgusting, super fools, that keep foiling our schemes.

Assorted villains: Huzzah!

Smuggles: I say we steal all of the dinosaur skeletons from the Museum of Natural History!

Tim the Fabulous Soul Muncher: Let’s replace them with live dinosaurs!

Professor Brain Scrambler: Let’s shoot the entire building with a de-evolution ray and turn everybody there into dinosaurs!!!!!!!!!!!!

The demon chained to the wall: Uh, that’s not how evolution works. Are you dumb? Don’t worry, we won’t judge. Just let us know if you are? You seem like a real moron to me. But what do I know, I’m just an immortal being who personally tortured some of history’s greatest minds.

(And then the demon chained to the wall was the first guinea pig for Professor Brain Scrambler’s de-evolution ray. End scene.)

And that’s just when I decided to end that conversation! Real supervillain meetings go on for way longer and you end up with a plot to turn the Earth into a giant dinosaur that can then be used to eat other planets. <Hey guys quick question and I swear it’s not a big deal. But why wasn’t I at that supervillain meeting. I mean I am the only supervillain you guys personally know. Like if I were writing about, I don’t know, a meeting of the scrawny blogger club, I would definitely put you guys in it. So what gives?> Not now Brainwave. <I mean if you needed a mad scientist, I’m a mad scientist. Did you know Professor Brain Scrambler isn’t even a real professor, he’s just wearing a real professor’s skin. Which I’m pretty sure doesn’t make you an accredited teacher but whatever. Like I said, it’s not really a big deal.>

Whenever you can you need to exercise your influence to try to prevent supervillains from teaming up in the first place. Whenever you’re fighting a villain, make sure not to mention anybody else that you’re fighting. Make them think they’re the only villain in your life. If they don’t know that other villains are out there, they can’t team up with them. Also, supervillains are very jealous and possessive. So if they hear you’re fighting somebody else on the side they’re going to get very upset and seek out the other villain and tell them that you’re a dirty two-timing superhero and then they’ll definitely team up to push your car into a river or something. I’d suggest keeping supervillains isolated from each other when they’re incarcerated as well. If you keep them with regular criminals, at worst they recruit a few new henchmen, but if you keep them locked up with other super villains you’re going to have a Legion of Really Really Mean People situation on your hands. However, this often is not feasible. There are only so many prisons out there that are equipped to hold superpowered criminals. But there are a few! More than one! Which gives us some room to play around here. You should try to work with other superheroes and these prison wardens to group villains together in the same prison that you think would never get along long enough to scheme together. For example, you could probably lock up Dr. Brainwave and Professor Brain Scrambler in the same jail without running into any issues. Because they hate each other. They hate each other so much. Also, police, superheroes, whomever, if you’re looking for wanted criminal Frederick Kaminsky aka Dr. Brainwave, he’s here. He’s in our basement and he won’t leave. I don’t know if that technically makes the rest of us hostages, I’m not like a lawyer [it doesn’t] but please come and pick him up. <Awww you mentioned me, that’s all I wanted. Thanks man!> Seriously, somebody come arrest him.

If you’ve colossally messed up and allowed a vast supervillain conspiracy team up to happen right under your noses then you need to get all hands on deck. Call every superhero you know. Even the the ones you hate. Even the ones who were dead last time you checked, they might be back now. Like I said, you’re already outnumbered so you need to call literally everybody you can think of here. Every noble-hearted magical creature and monster, every sympathetic quasi-deity, aliens that you’ve made alliances with over the years, heck even the members of that book club we had you join. Everybody needs to be on their A-game for this. If not, the villains could well succeed in wiping you all out and taking over the world. And we can’t give them that kind of satisfaction.

Once you’ve got your super army assembled, you need to begin a war on two fronts. Split your group into two teams. One team to actually go and fight the bad guys wherever they might crop up to perform evil deeds. It is unlikely that every villain is going to go everywhere at once, they’ll probably split up and pull off crazy evil schemes. So if you’re part of that team, be prepared for anything. I mean anything. 50-foot tall evil pants. (If your enemies are anything like mine, they have a wicked sense of humor. Trying getting the pants to tell a lie of some sort. I’m willing to bet that it’s rigged to burst into flames if it does. Nobody commits to a bit like a supervillain.) The ground turning into acid beneath your feet. (Pack a jetpack.) A dude with a blackhole in his chest. (Bring a really big cork). Anything.

The other group needs to start a whispering campaign to destabilize this villain alliance. Any team up between supervillains is relatively flimsy and a short term arrangement at best. As soon as the superheroes are all done away with, the villains are going to begin fighting amongst themselves for dominance. So if you can get that process started earlier, before all of the heroes are killed off or turned into monkey jesters, you could cause the alliance to collapse in on itself. You and your allies should start calling up your nemeses (don’t pretend you guys haven’t exchanged contact info at some point. I saw them at your last birthday party!) and ask them what the plan is long term. Ask them if they really want to share power with all these other villains, especially since they’re all highly likely to betray them. If you get enough villains antsy about the whole thing you can cause the entire thing to collapse and then you and your super friend can round up the injured and confused villains following the inevitable civil war.

Of course, not every supervillain team is the result of a large supervillain alliance. Some supervillains simply start out as a team, possibly because none of them on their own are really a threat. These villains have no independent resources to pool so even if they’ve got outlandish ideas, they’re pretty manageable. Here’s a list of a few other types of supervillain teams:

Gangs turned supervillains: These guys were a group of criminals before they got their powers. Unlike other villain teams, they don’t have their eyes set on world domination or the mass extinction of supervillains.

Mirror Universe Counterparts: These guys are just like your superhero team, but from another dimension and evil. To get an idea of what this might look like, take a magic marker to your team picture and draw goatees on everyone.

Cults: Cults are a lot like a regular supervillain organization. The leader is usually the only true supervillain, while the rest of the followers are just henchmen with creepy hoods.

Evil armies: As we’ve mentioned, some countries are unfortunately, led by supervillains. Meaning their armies are technically supervillain armies.

Villain families: This is just a regular family who bond by dropping spider-bombs into preschools or blowing up dams. It’s actually kind of sweet. You know what they say, a family who slays together, stays together.

Hopefully you now have everything you need to combat any supervillain teams that might rise up during your superhero career. Remember, supervillain teams need to be handled and dismantled as quickly as possible. So… heh… I guess don’t waste too much time reading this extra long post. Read this before the supervillains team up! Or have a speed reader read it and summarize! Any way good luck!

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“He’s so cute! Precious cinnamon roll! Want hug him! Hey, @ciestess how about a Hanataro friendship/little brother with protective big sister fic?” - @lyla-heart

Hanataro was in a good mood. He’d just received a letter from Rukia about her travels in the world of the living and was on his way to his quarters, humming and smiling.

“Oh? Hanataro?” He stopped and looked up -- it was Lieutenant Matsumoto!! “It is Hanataro, right?” “Wh- ah, yes! And, um your Lieutenant Matsumoto of Squad 10, right ma’am? What’s brings you here? I mean- of course you’re here - why wouldn-” “Easy, kid!” She chuckled, “And just Rangiku is fine. No need to be so formal.” “Ah-” “You seem pretty happy. Is that a love letter~?” She smirked at him, her eyes looking hungrily at the paper in his hand, eager for some gossip. Which girl from the Gotei 13…? “What!?” Hanataro jumped. He was sweating. “Uh, no! It’s not like that! Rukia and I are just-” “Rukia? Kuchiki?!” Oh, this was juicy. Just wait until she told- “NO! I mean, yes, it’s from Miss Kuchiki, but we’re just- just friends! No way someone like her would ever date someone like me, after all, ha ha…” Rangiku paused, looking the Squad 4 boy up and down. “Why not?” “Huh…?” “What do you mean ‘someone like you’?” “Well…” Rangiku had seen this before. Of course. He was in Squad 4 -- the grunts of the Gotei 13. They were notorious for being the worst in combat, and he wasn’t exactly dispelling that image with his small stature and lack of muscles. “...” Rangiku smiled. She HAD been looking for something fun to do today, and nothing was more fun than building up somebody’s confidence! “Hey, I was wanting to go shopping today, but I’d rather not go alone. Would you come with me?” “WHAT! No, I couldn’t- I mean, I’m so busy, and-!” “Aw, come on! It’ll be fun!” She hooked his arm in her’s, and they set off for the nearest fashion store…

...

“I-I-I don’t know about this, Miss Matsum-” “I told you, it’s ‘Rangiku’ --And you look great!” He was wearing a simple outfit: Just some dark slacks and a light blue dress shirt. But the shirt collar came a bit lower than Hanataro was comfortable with. His hair was also slicked back with some inexpensive hair gel. They were finished with their shopping spree. They hadn’t bought too much, since they both were short on time, having to get back to their quarters to finish last-minute work and sleep.

… Well, Hanataro did. Rangiku didn’t seem worried about it, but she didn’t want to push the boy too much past his comfort zone.

She had done a pretty good job, if she did say so herself! He was still nervous, clearly, but Rangiku didn’t miss the way his back stood a little bit straighter -- or how his mouth curved up, just a bit, when he saw himself in the mirror earlier. She knew this wasn’t a permanent fix, but it was a good first step. And there were plenty more steps to come, since Hanataro had become Rangiku’s new pet project! (Heaven help him --IF she remembered...)

The two heard a snort from their left. A group of three soul reapers (members of squad 11, it looked like) were clearly drunk -- one of them A LOT more than the other two. “Whuz-ZAT?!” “Looks like a couple of hoes!” “The small ones your type, isn’t he? Pffff!” “Ugh. Great.” “Hey! *whistles*” They stumbled forward, eyeing them. The two somewhat-sober ones approached Rangiku, while the drunk one went to Hanataro.

Their breath reeked.

“Go home. I’m not in the mood right now.” She glared at them.

They were ignoring her. She had changed out of her uniform, or the three might have avoided this unfortunate situation. “Heyguyz. I thinky recognishe thish wone,” the one inspecting Hanataro slurred to his companions. “Oh yeah! Your from squad four, aren’t you?” All of three of them now surrounded the smaller soul reaper, cruel grins on their faces. “What are you dressed up for? Cleaning up garbage?” “Ha! Yeah, who are you trying to impress, runt?”

Hanataro wasn’t talking. He was barely moving. Rangiku had had enough. She grabbed Hanataro and pulled him close to her, linking their arms again. She would NOT have them destroy all the progress that he had made today! “Thank you SO much for taking me out today, Hanataro!” The flirtatious look she was giving him snapped him out of his daze, “Wh-? L-L-Lieutenant M-Matsumoto?!? What are you-!” “Aw, come oonnn…! I told you, just call me ‘Rangiku’! No need to be so formal…” She made sure the idiots were paying attention.

Oh, they were. And they weren’t happy. The impromptu “leader” (the one who was least drunk) swaggered (as best he could) forward in front of Rangiku again. “You don’t really want to be with him, do you?” “Yeah, we’re WAY stronger than him!” They had, apparently, completely missed that Hanataro had called her “Lieutenant.” Or they might not have done what they did next.

One of them grabbed Hanataro and shoved him to the ground, and the others moved in to start kicking him.

… They hadn’t even pulled their feet back fully before Rangiku had knocked them into the nearby wall. “Yeah… I’m really not in the mood for this today,” she muttered to herself, before turning back and pinning the “leader” to the ground with her foot. He was still in shock. “Hey! IDIOT!” He flinched, blinking up at her. “You’re going to stay away from Hanataro from now on.” He was still just blinking at her. She drove her foot into his shoulder, and he grunted in pain, his eyes clearing just a bit. “Got it?” “Wh-why should I? He’s just a-” “The friend of a Lieutenant -- who will personally chop off your tongue if you say another insult about Squad 4.” The word “Lieutenant” finally seemed to click, and the man’s eyes finally filled with recognition-- and fear. “Y-y-y-y-YES Ma’am!!” “Make sure your buddies know too.” “OF COURSE, LIEUTENANT MATSUMOTO!” He gave a clumsy salute from his position on the ground, and Rangiku lifted her foot. She walked away, and Hanataro followed, quickly catching up.

“Y-you really didn’t have to do that, lieutenant. I’m used to the-” “That’s exactly why I DID have to do it.” She turned to look Hanataro in the eyes, a warm grin on her face. “And really, how many times do I need to remind you. It’s just ‘Rangiku.’”

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