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starlordsandrockets · 2 months ago

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Midnight

pairing: college!Peter Parker x Reader: 18+

Avengers Compound fic - not MCU canon

Word Count: 7.4k

summary: Tony threw his annual New Years Eve party and Nat and Wanda have a plan to get you and Peter together by the end of the night.

a/n: Lord I posted this before and forgot to give it a title... Anyway the universe is against me but this fic is done. I don't know if it's good and I don't know if I'm satisfied but it's done.

UPDATED ENDING!!

Every holiday was the same, Tony Stark threw a stupid party and you put on a dumb dress and drank the night away.

The only saving grace was that you got to spend the night with Peter Parker. Little did you know, part of the reasoning for Tony's parties was to get Peter and you together. But every party ended the same, Peter failing to tell you how he felt.

The compound hummed with music as you took one last look in the mirror. You wore a black dress with a deeper neckline than you were used to, in an attempt to grab Peter’s attention. The dress was Nat and Wanda’s idea, something they schemed up after Tony announced he was having the party.

“I don’t know,” Your words slurred as they fell from your tongue. You found yourself having drinks with Nat and Wanda in the lounge.

“It's obvious,” Wanda spoke, studying the lipstick she had left on her wine glass, “Is it not?”

“He follows you around like a puppy,” Nat added.

“We- we’re the same age,” You defended, “I mean I have no problem hanging out with you two, but the guys,” You almost laughed at the thought of Peter attempting to hang out with the rest of the Avengers, “He just… there’s a generation gap or something I swear,”

“I don’t know, I could see Bucky liking Legos,” Nat joked.

“He doesn’t like me, okay,” You assured, “Plus, we barely talk. And when we do it’s like… super awkward half of the time,”

“Well Peter’s awkward all of the time,” Nat smiled, taking a sip of her whiskey.

The whole compound knew Peter had a crush on you from the moment Tony hired you. Everyone besides you. The thought of him liking you was just impossible to comprehend.

Peter was Spider-Man. And you were just you.

Sure, you were Tony Stark’s assistant, but you are replaceable. There was nothing special about you so there was no reason for Peter to like you.

Right?

“Right. So, next subject… please,” You stared into your half empty glass. Moving your glass, you stirred the ball of ice that sat in the whiskey.

“Fine,” Nat shrugged, not wanting to pry.

“Any parties Tony is having you plan,” Wanda questioned, earning your gaze.

“Yeah… New Years,” You laughed, “I sent out so many invites for meetings, lunch-ins, dinners…”

“Perfect. We’ll pick you out a dress,” Wanda smiled, her teeth bright from behind her dark red lips.

“What,” You questioned, “I have dresses. I’ll just wear the one I normally do, that black one,”

“Yeah,” Nat chimed in, locking eyes with Wanda, “We’ll pick you out a dress. I’m sure Peter would notice if you dressed up a bit,”

Standing in the room you were given on the compound. You walked over to the mirror that hung on the wall. You watched as your shoulders fell heavily, eyes scanning your reflection. Maybe you should just change dresses, you had so many options that were safe.

You decided on adding a necklace to sit against your exposed skin; feeling like your intention was less obvious that way.

Suddenly, the floor of your room began to hum with the bass of the music that began to play from the first floor of the compound.

You still had time to change, you liked being fashionably late anyway. However, as your phone began to vibrate, from what you could only guess was multiple texts from Nat and Wanda. So, you touched up your makeup before heading to the elevator.

The elevator ride grew louder and louder as you neared the lounge, the music already beginning to overwhelm you.

Entering the large room, you counted the bodies that had already arrived. So far, there were around twenty people. Tony’s parties were almost always in the fifties to eighties. He knew everyone and only invited the people he wanted to be there. However, you recalled last New Years where the party passed one hundred, most of the guests Tony had never met. But he was too drunk to care.

“The dress looks good,” Nat’s voice cut through your thoughts. She watched you jump slightly, “I’m sure he’ll notice,”

“That’s not…” You trailed off, attempting to speak over the music, “I’m not trying to seem desperate,”

“Of course not,” Nat smiled, her red lips against a glass of whiskey, “The dress isn’t obvious at all,”

You looked around the room, taking in the way others were dressed, you wanted to turn on your heels and change before Peter came out of his room, “You did this on purpose,”

“It’s New Years- Listen, I’m sure once the rest of the invites get here they’ll be tons of girls wearing much worse,”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better,” You laughed. However, the weight on your shoulders lessened a bit as Nat joked with you.

“Y/N, you look fine- amazing even. The most beautiful one in the room, probably,” Nat smiled.

“That’s only because you toned it down for my sake,” You watched Nat laugh, “I’m not wrong,”

“No… No you’re not,” Nat smiled, “But I’m not trying to impress anyone tonight,”

“Have you seen Wanda,” You questioned, however your words were cut short when a hand fell to the small of your back. Turning your head, you met Tony’s smiling eyes.

“Look at you,” Tony exclaimed, his words slightly slurred, “The kid is going to lose his mind. I really think you might kill him,”

“Then I should change,” Tony’s claim gave you the perfect excuse. You turned towards the elevator, “I’ll-” However, you only made it a few steps before you found Peter entering the room, “shit,” You spoke under your breath before his eyes met yours.

“Good try. He’s not going to let you out of his sight now,” Tony somewhat jokes, however his claim stemmed from truth.

“I’m- I’m getting a drink,” You told Nat and Tony as you watched Peter attempt to make his way through the crowd.

The invites somehow doubled as Peter attempted to get to you, watching you head towards the kitchen.

“Peter,” Nat spoke, stepping in front of him, slowing his path to the kitchen, “You seem like you’re in a rush,” She took a sip of her drink, raising her brows.

“Just… getting a drink,” Peter spoke.

“I’m surprised… with your heightened senses and all,” Nat continued, “So how does that all work? Could you eventually get buzzed or would you have to drink a whole liquor store?” She laughed at her own joke.

“Yeah…” Peter replied, eyes still eyeing the top of your head in the crowd, not wanting to lose you.

“Am I boring you,” Nat questioned, watching Peter almost bouncing on the balls of his feet. He looked as if he was a dog waiting for the command to go.

“Not at all,” He replied, “I’m just really thirsty- I was actually heading to get some water,”

“Right,” Nat smiled, finishing off her glass, “Could you do me a favor? Could you find Y/N?” With the sound of your name, Peter instantly met Nat’s gaze, “Ask her if she could make me a drink? She makes them exactly how I like them,”

“Y-Yeah! I mean,” Peter cleared his throat slightly, “Yeah, if I happen to see her,”

“Yeah. You don’t have to go out of your way to find her for me,” Nat almost laughed, handing Peter her empty glass. Stepping aside, she nodded her head towards the kitchen. It was as if her silent command released him. Nat watched as Peter swiftly moved through the crowd towards you.

You glanced into the open fridge, nose wrinkling at all of the beer in the lit appliance. All of the wine bottles were somehow already empty and you were not planning on overdoing it tonight.

“H-Hey,” Peter’s voice echoed through the open fridge, making you jump. In doing so, you smacked the top of your head on the fridge’s shelf, “Sorry! Are you okay?” Peter reached out with his free hand, wrapping his hold around your arm; helping you back out of the open fridge.

“Y-Yeah,” You spoke, skin heated from embarrassment, “Ignore that- please,” You watched as he laughed to himself, “Can you believe the wine’s already gone?”

“That’s a great sign,” Peter laughed.

“Guess I’ll buy double for next time,” You turned your head as you spoke, coming face to face with him. You were not expecting him to be so close, but I guess he was helping you only a moment before. You watched as Peter’s gaze fell to your lips before meeting your eyes once more. You pushed past him, heading towards the liquor, “I- I guess I should make a drink, right? That’s why I came in here,”

Peter studied your dress for a moment, not wanting to come off as offensive, “Oh! Nat asked me to find you,” Peter interrupted his thoughts of you. Little to his knowledge your expression reflected your disdain of Nat’s forward request.

“Did she?”

“She wanted you to make her a drink- she said you’re good at making them,” Peter walked up next to you at the kitchen’s counter. He set Nat’s glass down in front of you. Watching as your head turned towards him, he gave you a small smile, “and um… maybe you could make me one too?”

“Sure but you’re both just getting vodka cranberries,” You admitted. You were not great at making drinks. Nat lied to give Peter a reason to approach you, so you were not about to out the situation by handing over a shitty drink.

“Sounds great,” Peter smiled as he awkwardly leaned on the counter.

His smile was crawling under your skin, heading towards your heart. You poured the shot of vodka in your glass. Staring at it and grabbing the glass, beginning to bring it to your lips.

You felt Peter’s gaze burning into you, hotter than the liquor. Turning your head, you met his eyes, “Sorry- Did you want to do a shot with me?”

Peter felt a, somehow already drunk, body hit against him. The kitchen volume grew louder as he attempted to read your lips, “W-What?”

“D-Do you-” You spoke loudly, however your lips closed quickly. You hated yelling at parties, and you were not trying to lose your voice for the rest of the work week. Taking a step towards Peter, you spoke again, “You want to do a shot?”

“Oh- I…” The shot would have no effect on him, however he really wanted to do something with you. Anything, “Sure,”

Grabbing some shot glasses from the cabinet, you poured two shots. Sliding Peter’s over to him, you watched as he reached out for it. However, you did not find yourself removing your fingers. Peter’s touch tickled your skin as your hold hovered on the shot, “Sorry,” You pulled your hand back to your glass, “...Ready?” You questioned loudly.

Peter raised the glass to his lips, “Sure,”

You both exchanged one more glance before you tilted the shot back. Peter watched as you winced at the shot, “Mmmm,” You hummed sarcastically, “Great,”

Peter laughed next to you, lips still against the empty shot glass.

“You- You didn’t even take the shot?!” Your voice grew louder as the space between the two of you grew smaller. You watched as Peter continued to laugh, “What the fuckk-”

“You didn’t even count down or anything!” Peter attempted to talk over you.

“Take the shot!” You grabbed his wrist, raising the glass back to his smiling lips.

“Fine- Fine!” Peter spoke, “Let go- You’re spilling it!” His eyes fell back towards you after you released him from your hold.

“What?”

“No countdown?” Peter spoke, the question almost teasing.

“Shut up,” You replied. Sure, Peter was always super awkward. However, he always surprised you when his cockiness showed through. Peter stared back at you as you felt yourself begin to crumble at his cocky gaze, “Just take the fucking shot, Parker I swear to god-”

Peter tipped the glass, feeling the vodka warm him. He hated shots, they tasted disgusting and he had no beneficial outcome, but he did it because you asked. Hell, he would take more if you pressed him, “Happy?”

“Barely ever,” You joked back sarcastically. Turning back to the empty glasses on the counter, you poured more vodka.

“More,” Peter questioned.

“I’m making the drinks,” You replied, “But you should do another just for fucking with me,”

“You know I feel nothing,” Peter spoke.

“Like ever?” You quipped, watching him throw you an unamused glance, “Humor me?”

Whenever you drank, you were overconfident. All your insecurities flew out the window, along with your boundaries and Peter hated it. He did not hate it exactly, he actually loved when you drank. Your touch always lingered just a bit too long on his skin. Your swaying body would use him as an anchor. You would dance, sing, truly be yourself in front of others and Peter loved getting a glance at the real you; it made him feel like you let him through your Avenger facade.

Peter snapped out of his thoughts as you placed a hand on his shoulder, anchoring yourself as you raised up onto the balls of your feet, attempting to place the shot against his lips, “Th-Thanks but I got it,” Peter stuttered, taking the glass from you. Taking the shot, he winced at the vodka, “How about you make Nat’s drink?”

“Right,” You spoke, turning back to the counter, removing your hand from Peter’s shoulder, “and yours,”

“And yours,” Peter reminded you.

“Right!” You reached into the cabinet, retrieving another glass, “How about doubles? Doubles sound great,” You spoke, needing more alcohol to numb your growing feelings. As you spoke to yourself, you did not even realize Peter had retrieved the cranberry juice from the fridge until you felt him press the cold bottle against your skin, “FucK- I swear to god,”

Peter sat the juice down on the counter in front of you, “What? You weren’t paying attention,”

“Watch it or I’ll make you a bad drink,” You threaten.

“It’s vodka and juice,” Peter spoke, watching your eyes narrow at him.

“It’s a skill,” You corrected, “Plus- Nat said I’m good at making them, right? And Nat… never gives compliments,” Your voice wavered in and out as you concentrated on pouring the same amount of juice in each glass, “Here,” You handed Peter a glass.

“Thanks,” He took a sip and immediately winced, “It’s so strong,”

You drank some of your own glass before pouring some more juice, “Need it to work quick… with all the pda tonight.”

“R-Right,” Peter stuttered. Somehow, he almost forgot it was New Year's Eve. He took a generous sip from his glass as he mentally strategized how he could possibly kiss you at midnight, “Not a New Years kiss kind of person?” He forced out, testing the water.

Peter’s question caught you off guard, thankful that you were not taking a sip of your drink because you definitely would have choked, “I- I just…” You sipped your drink, “Never really had to deal with it before… which is fine by me because I’d rather not…”

“Really?” Peter spoke with a bit of a shocked laugh. His claim earned a sharp glance from you, making him clear his throat, “I haven’t really spent New Years with anyone besides my aunt,” Peter spoke, watching your nose wrinkle, “Y/N- Not funny,” You laughed around the rim of your glass.

“I didn’t say anything,” You spoke, finger pointing towards him from where it sat around your glass.

“Yeah- yeah,” Peter spoke, “You want me to bring out Nat’s drink?” With his question, he watched your eyes light up, remembering you even made Nat a drink.

“No! No, I made it,” You spoke, reaching out to the glass that sat on the dark marble counter, “She asked me to make it… so, I’m giving it to her.”

“Right,” Peter laughed, watching you clutch the glass towards your chest. The glass was cold against your exposed skin, reminding you of your dress’s neckline, making you jump slightly. Some of the drink spilled against your skin, making you groan, “Y/N,” He spoke, watching you struggle after your shot and strong drink.

“I’m fineee,” You looked down at your wet skin, “Is it bad,” You questioned, pushing out your chest towards Peter, allowing him to study your skin.

Peter had never seen this much of your skin before and he felt as if you were affecting him just as strongly as two shots of vodka. Was it bad that he was looking at you so intently? You did ask him to study your skin. He just hoped you could not feel his imploring and lustful gaze burning into your skin, “Y-You’re fine,” He answered, face flushed, “I mean- Your dress looks fine. Can’t even tell- since it’s black,”

“Thank god,” You sighed, “Let’s go,” You turned, realizing just how many people had piled into the kitchen, “Where was she,” You questioned over the growing music.

“Huh?” Peter spoke loudly, following you through the crowd. He watched you stop and turn towards him, standing on the tips of your feet. You leaned against him slightly, unable to put a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself.

“Where was Nat,” You ask in his ear, “When you talked to her- earlier.”

Peter felt a chill run through him, “She- she was near the hall,” He watched you nod before turning back towards the crowd. You swayed before him as you took a sip of your drink. The heels on your feet made you stumble slightly and without a thought, Peter extended his hold to your side. His sweaty palm almost stuck to the fabric of your dress, making him mentally cringe. He studied you for a reaction, however he just watched your eyes scan the room for Nat.

“I don’t see her anyyyywhere,” You told him as you shoved the drink towards his chest. Removing his hand from your side, Peter took the glass from you quickly, “I’ll text her,” You loudly slurred over the music.

Y/N: Naattt!! I made your drink. Don’t dump it on me just to set us up PLEASE.

You sent the text before taking a sip of your drink. You listened to the music, trying to identify the song playing.

Peter stood before you as you suddenly switched, eyes studying your phone screen, leaving him in silence, “Did… Did she text you back?”

“Huh?” You looked up at him, “Oh! Oh- Sorry,” You spoke, stuffing your phone into your small purse. That was another reason why you hated that dress. You had to carry your purse at this party just to have your phone on you, “No. She probably won’t- knowing her,”

“Why not,” Peter questioned, walking closer to you so he did not have to scream.

Your mind searched for any answer that was not ‘so she can set us up at this stupid party.’

“Uhh,” You drew out, “Well… you know. You know how Nat is,” You spoke, not finding an excuse.

“Yeah… true,” Peter took a sip of his drink, nose wrinkling at the taste of the vodka.

“Come on,” You spoke, catching a confused look from Peter, “It’s not that bad. Give me some credit.”

“Thereee they are,” You heard Tony’s drunk voice draw out from behind you. His arm draped around Peter’s shoulders, “What are you drinking Pete?”

“I…” Peter’s eyes studied you as you almost glared at Tony. However, your glance fell back onto him as soon as his name left Tony’s lips, “The best drink I’ve ever had,” Peter spoke, watching your eyes narrow. However a smile curled your lips at his response.

“I made it for him,” You slurred, turning towards Tony. You brought the glass to your lips, pressing your tongue against the rim as you studied Tony and then Peter. Tony’s hand extended, grabbing the full glass from Peter’s hand. You bit your tongue, knowing Nat would not even come back for the drink.

“Hwoooo,” Tony spoke after a large sip, “She’s strong,” He looked to you, leaning closer, “That’s why you’re my assistant. You do great work,” He tilted his head back, finishing what was in the glass, “This is great work,” He slurred, “Well… was,”

“Thanks,” You spoke sarcastically, sipping on your own drink as well, “I only do great work,”

“Eh,” Tony cocked his head. Peter laughed as the two of you bickered, “How about some shots? Huh,”

“I dunno Mr. Stark,”

“Whiskey,” You questioned.

“You read my mind,” Tony spoke, giving you a wink.

“Y/N,” Peter spoke, “You haven’t even finished your drink.”

You looked at your half empty glass, “Right,” You spoke before you tilted the remaining drink back. You winced, “Right- I’m good now.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Peter watched as Tony and you attempted to find your way to the kitchen. He followed, entering the kitchen as Tony poured two shots of whiskey. The glasses sat between the two of you on the counter, “I don’t think this is a good idea,”

“Pete, I’m helping,” Tony’s head motioned towards you, “She’ll be easier this way,”

“What’s that supposed to mean,” You questioned.

“Come on! Not like thatttt,” Tony replied, “You know how you are. You’re easier to talk to after a few drinks. Less bitchy,” Picking up his shot glass he gave you a cocky smile, “Cheers,” Tilting it back, he slammed the glass on the countertop, “Come on Y/N. I’m not wrong,”

He was not wrong. The alcohol helped you let go of your insecurities. You were literally surrounded by Avengers, you could not help but feel insecure. In return, you put up a facade to shield yourself from some of them, “Yeah yeah… cheers,” You snapped back, tilting the glass against your lips.

“Pete, how about you,” Tony questioned, pouring another shot into a glass, “A little shot of confidence maybe? It’s 11.”

Peter glanced at the nearest clock. 11:13pm. He groaned, not only at the time but at the thought of taking a shot that would not even affect him, “Fine- Cheers,” Peter grabbed the shot from Tony’s grasp, throwing back his head like he was ripping off a bandaid.

You watched as Tony stood up from where he was leaning against the countertop, “I just- I saw someone I need to talk to,” He spoke, attempting to leave the kitchen and navigate himself through the growing crowd. You could not tell if that was just an excuse Tony made to leave the two of you alone, or if he truly did stumble off to make a fool of himself in someone else’s presence.

However, in your tipsiness, you found yourself thankful to be alone with Peter, “Thank god he’s gone,” You breathed out, breaking the silence Tony had left you both in. Well, as silent as it could be with the blasting music and yelling bodies around you.

“Yeah,” Peter questioned, taking another sip of his drink, “I thought you loved spending time with your boss,” He joked.

“Yeahhh,” You spoke sarcastically, “I love having to hangout with him and not get paid for it.”

“I’m sure he pays you enough,” Peter replied.

You took in the sight of the expensive kitchen, “I dunnnno,” You drew out, “Looks like he’s got enough to share,”

“Yeah?” Peter laughed around his glass, “Yeah I guess-” His eyes met yours, realizing that at some point you ended up right next to him. Finishing off his drink, he closed his eyes for a moment, wishing to feel any effect that might aid him in the next thirty minutes or so, “Do you want… Is there any spot you want to secure for the ball drop,” He questioned, “Somewhere you can see the tv or do you not care about watching?”

“Do you like watching the balls- ball! Ball- drop-” Your question was interrupted by your intoxicated laughter, “Sorry! Sorry-” You attempted to collect yourself, hands lightly hitting against Peter’s chest with each laugh that passed through your lips. To be fair, anything was funny this far into the night for almost all the people at this party.

Your touch was driving Peter insane. The fingertips of your left hand tickled against the fabric of his dress shirt while your other hand held onto his bicep. You held yourself steady as you attempted to stand up straight from your fit of laughter, “Yeah… yeah,” Peter finally answered, “I mean, when it’s just me and May- sure,”

“We can try and find a seat,” You suggested, “I’m sure there’s a seat somewhere. Somewhere near a tv.”

“Sure,” Peter spoke, “As… As long as you’re good?”

“I’m great!” You assured him, “But I wouldn’t mind holding onto your arm,” You squeezed his bicep a bit, reminding him of your lingering touch, “You know it’s sooo crowded- I could get lost,” Your fingers wrapped around his muscle. You could not help but mentally swoon, and the social lubricant helped you vocalize your thoughts with no filter, “I never noticed this…”

“My- My arm?” Peter stuttered.

“When did this happen,” You questioned as you began to drag him out of the kitchen.

“It-It’s been there,”

“You hide ‘em in those baggy graphic tees,” You say as your eyes search the connecting room for a spot. The room off of the crowded lounge still had a decent crowd, but it was somewhat quieter, allowing conversation.

“I think they’re funny,” Peter replied as you pulled him over to the room’s large couch. Every couch in the compound was a variation of those huge ‘L’ shaped couches, since Tony had to buy them with all of the Avengers in mind. Well, Tony would send you a few links and you would order them with his card.

You threw yourself down in the couch’s corner, “Yeah?” You pulled Peter down with you. You watched his hand catch the back of the couch, stopping himself from falling down on top of you.

As he stared down at you, he swore for a second you pouted at his instinctual catch, “Yeah.” Peter finally replied. His eyes glanced over at his watch.

11:45pm

“Yeaah,” You pulled him down on the cushion, “I’m not making fun of you! I think they’re cute,” You leaned into him now, personal space out the window. You watched him raise his eyebrows at the comment, “Like… I see you wear them and I’m like, yeah… Yeah they’re cute and funny so of course you’d wear them,”

“What’d you mean?” Peter tested the water.

“Well… I think you’re funny,” You hummed, smiling inches away from him.

“Just funny,” Peter questioned, “Not the first part?”

“What part?” You teased him.

“Don’t make me say it,” Peter spoke quietly, watching you inch, somehow, even closer to him.

“You’re no funnn,” You drew out, “Yeah… Yeah I think you’re cute,” You admit, “And maybe Tony’s right about me being easier after a few drinks,”

Peter leaned away from you a bit, out of shock. Not only at your confession but your choice of words, “...Does sober Y/N think I’m cute?”

“She does…” You respond.

“Yeah?” He laughed.

“You’re cute…” You assured Peter, “and yeah, your nerdy shirts are cute. And your movie night choices are cute… and,” You raked your brain, “and I guess you make working for Tony tolerable,”

“Good,” Peter spoke, eyes flashing away from you to his watch, “Cause, I don’t want to think about the compound without you in it,”

11:58.

“What’s that supposed to mean,” You questioned with a smiling gaze, “You’d be lost without me?” You joked, recalling Nat’s puppy comment. Without a thought, you leaned in closer to him.

The crowd around you began the countdown. Their voices poured from the filled lounge, mixing with the handful of others that occupied the room the two of you were in.

“The countdown,” Peter pointed towards the screen.

“Answer my question,” You interrupted, “How do you feel about me?” You watched Peter’s gaze bounce between your eyes, then lips. He was silent in front of you as the countdown grew louder as the numbers grew smaller, “Ten… Nine… Eight,” You spoke.

Your teasing scrambled his thoughts and he no longer remembered his plan for how he would kiss you at midnight. He sat there in silence as you continued to stare at him.

Studying him, you slowly began to lean out of his space. Giving up on your quest to find out how Peter felt about you. You were ready to welcome a new year where Peter found it awkward to even speak to you in the morning. Hopefully you were drunk enough to forget everything you said.

“Five!”

“Four!”

Peter watched as you sulked back into your corner. It looked as if you wished the corner would engulf you. You questioned how he felt about you and he did not even give an answer. He did not blame you for moving away from him.

“ThrEE!”

He wanted nothing more than to kiss you. If he did not, he felt as if there would be a new, awkward boundary for you two to overcome. Peter reached out, his fingers brushing the skin of your cheek. His fingertips dug into your warm, plush skin as he directed your gaze away from the tv and back to him.

“TWO!”

Bringing his leg up and onto the couch, he leaned into you, eyes leaving yours and falling onto your lips.

“ONE!”

His lips found yours. The kiss was gentle and hesitant.

The loud “HAPPY NEW YEAR!”s were barely audible in your spinning mind. The kiss caught you off guard somehow, even though moments before, you were haggling him on how he felt about you.

“Too far?” You heard Peter question above you.

Opening your eyes, you found Peter leaning over you. His arm rested against the back of the couch as his frame sheltered you from the busy room. It was somehow like the corner of the couch became your own little corner of the world.

“W-What?” You stuttered. You felt like your head was spinning. Was it from the kiss? The alcohol in your system? Or maybe the stifling, heavy air that hung between the two of you.

“I-I know you said you hate pda…” Peter spoke, “but you asked how I felt about you, and I…” He studied your face for an expression, well, any expression that was not shock, “I wanted to answer your question.”

“Y-Yeah,” You nodded, “Yeah,” Was all you could stutter, “I mean- it’s, it’s fine,” You could not meet Peter’s gaze and he realized it. You felt his hand on your skin once more, this time he held your chin in his grasp. His fingers were pressured against your chin, attempting to force your gaze to his.

“But was it okay,” Peter questioned, “Is this okay?”

“Happy New Year, you two,” You heard Nat’s voice from behind the couch. Her voice hummed above you, making you jump. Your forehead slammed against Peter’s making him groan. Sitting back on the cushion, he brought his head into his palms, “Didn’t mean to interrupt…”

“You-” You shot her a stern glance, “You didn’t- Weren’t,” You lied through your teeth.

“If looks could kill,” Nat spoke around the rim of her glass, “Just wanted to apologize for being held up all night. Tony’s guests love to talk.”

“I bet they do,” You spoke sarcastically, “Well thanks,” You expressed bitterly, “You know, I’m done for the night,” Rising to your feet, you did not dare look at Peter, “Happy New Year.”

You almost bolted through the crowd. You could not even tell if you wished Peter was following after you like a puppy, you were too lost in thought.

Should you have reciprocated? Probably. But there was no way you were about to get sloppy at your work’s holiday party.

You were thankful Tony had given you a room at the compound to run off to.

Weeks after you were hired, Tony persuaded you into staying at the compound. He claimed it would be easier that way. Now you wondered if that was also for Peter’s sake. You did not complain though, you did not have to pay for rent or gas.

Shutting the door to your room you let out a loud groan. Were you mad at Nat for interrupting? What was she even interrupting? What else would Peter have done?

Every inch of you wanted him on that couch and you were thankful that the shock of his kiss sobered you up.

Somewhat.

You stood back against the door and daydreamed about swinging your legs over his waist, straddling him on that couch.

Should you just text him? Your hand flew to your purse.

Or it would have if your purse was on you.

Fuck.

You mentally prepared for the walk of shame back down to the lounge as you swung open your door. Before you could take a step into the hall, you spotted Peter as he turned the hall’s corner.

Peter met your gaze, watching you slink back into your doorframe a bit, “I… I uh- forgot my purse,” You spoke awkwardly.

“Yeah I know I…” He raised his hand, presenting your small purse in his grasp.

“Oh! Thanks,” You smiled awkwardly as you extended your grasp, “And…” You drew out, “Look. I didn’t mean to book it- It’s just that…” You grabbed the fabric of your purse from his hold. You studied his hands. The sight of his slender fingers stirred something within you. You wanted them to touch you again. You would take any touch he would throw at you, “Nat loves to like… fuck with me and I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction.”

“Right,” Peter spoke, “but… I didn’t make you uncomfortable right?”

“What? No,” You pulled the purse closer to you, however Peter was not letting go, “No I… I didn’t hate it,” You spoke bluntly, “I just- No one wants to get sloppy at the work party. Right?” You laughed awkwardly.

“You were going to get sloppy,” Peter questioned with a laugh. He watched you almost crumble from embarrassment, “You said it was just ‘fine’,” You attempted to pull the purse away from him, however he was not budging, “Was it better than fine?”

“I told you I liked it okay-” You shot him a look, “That I didn’t hate it- I was just- I wasn’t ready for it.”

“It was a New Year's kiss. There was literally a countdown,” Peter teased. His voice was laced with newfound confidence as you crumbled before him, “You had like a whole minute to expect it.”

“I-I, I wasn’t expecting it! How was I supposed to know you were going to kiss me?” You stuttered.

“You asked me how I felt about you,” Peter spoke, “You asked for it.”

“I-” Your eyes left his, darting literally anywhere that was not his imploring brown eyes, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“I was just answering your question,” He stepped closer with every step you took back, attempting to pull your purse from his grasp and escape into your room.

“Well- well! I wasn’t ready,”

“Ohhh,” Peter drew out. Reaching back, he closed your door behind him. The two of you were now shut off from the rest of the party that still hummed from the floor below, “How about now?”

“W-What?” You stuttered.

Why was he suddenly so forward? Sure, you have seen Peter’s cocky side a few times. It was mostly when he won during a trivia night, or his movie pick won over yours for movie night, but it caught you off guard every time.

“Or I could leave,” Peter spoke.

“...N-No,” You replied. Your desperation embarrassed the hell out of you, “Unless… unless you want to.”

“No,” Peter replied.

“Okay.”

“Are you ready now,” Peter questioned.

“What?”

“Or do you need a countdown,” He teased.

You met his eyes for a brief moment, shooting him an annoyed glance, “Sh-shut up,” You watched his head tilt to the side slightly, like a damn dog.

“60… 59… 58-” Peter spoke cockily.

“Not that fucking long,” You shot back.

He laughed above you as he slowly occupied your space. You took a small step back, “5…” Peter spoke. The number left his lips with a bit of a stern tone, as if to stop you from retreating, “4,”

You stood in place, breaths becoming sharp and shortened with each decreasing number until you found yourself holding your breath.

“3,” Peter’s eyes studied your face. Your eyes were shut, brows furrowed as you waited. He could hear your heart beating out of your chest. His eyes studied your lips as they finally realized a held breath.

“S-Stop fucking with me,” You spat, eyes still shut.

Peter laughed, not realizing that he had stopped counting as he studied you, “2… 1…” Bringing his hand up to your cheek, he cupped your cheek gently before bringing his lips to yours. This time his kiss was hungry, it was as if he was holding back in the packed lounge. He felt your hold on the purse drop, allowing him to blindly toss the purse towards your bed. Raising his now free hand, he brought it to the fabric of your dress, “T-This okay?” He broke the kiss for a moment, waiting for your response.

You nodded against his lips.

“Tell me,” He instructed.

“Mhm,” You hummed, afraid to hear your own, desperate voice, “Y-Yes.”

“J-Just,” He kissed you once more, “Tell me… tell me when to stop,” He felt you shake your head against him before you brought your hands to his neck.

Peter backed the both of you towards your bed as well as he could remember. Feeling the bed frame hit the back of your legs, you slowly began to sit on the plush mattress. Navigating you onto the mattress, Peter positioned himself between your somewhat spread legs. Breaking the kiss, his knee pushed aside your leg, spreading them more and allowing him to crawl further up your body.

Meeting your lips once against, his hands bunched the fabric of your black dress. The fabric pooled around Peter’s wrists as he brought his hands up your thighs. He broke the kiss, eyes studying the necklace that sat against your skin, “Is this too much,” Peter questioned, “I can stop… We can go slower,” You stared back at him as he rambled, “You just- The dress really got to me tonight.”

“Nat and Wanda made me wear it,” You spoke, “Tony said it’d kill you-”

“Yeah?” Peter almost laughed. Bringing his smiling lips to your collarbone, he kissed your skin gently. His lips trailed against your skin until they were met with something on the surface. The drink you had spilled earlier made your skin slightly tacky. Leaving wet kisses on the sticky surface, Peter tasted the cranberry on his tongue.

“P-Pete-” His name came out from shock, ringing in an almost whining tone.

“You taste so sweet,” Peter spoke, watching you begin to roll your eyes.

“Shut u-” However, his kiss cut you off and made you realize he could taste the spilled drink from earlier. His kiss tasted like cranberry and the sweat from your skin in the crowded lounge, “Mmmm,” You hummed against his lips at the taste.

Peter’s touch turned somewhat rough against your plush thigh. His grasp pushed your leg up, bending at the knee then hip. His kisses traveled from your neck, lower and lower with each heavy breath that fell from your lips.

“You sweet everywhere?” He questioned you, only to hear you almost whimper at the claim. That small noise sparked a wave of confidence and that wave ran through him. His fingers fell to the fabric that kept him from you. He looped his fingers around the thinnest part of your panties, pulling them to the side slowly, giving you enough time to protest if you desired.

Soon, your hidden skin was before him. Peter’s eyes flashed to yours for a moment, almost silently begging to continue.

So you returned the desperate gaze, without a sound, telling him how much you wanted him. You took in a breath, preparing for Peter’s next move.

Peter studied you. Lips pressed together, holding your breath and brows furrowed, “5… 4…” He spoke, purely to mess with you.

“Shut up!” You groaned. You were sick of Peter teasing you and you did not want to admit how wet it was making you.

Peter’s two digits trailed their way from your entrance to your clit, “Man… you really didn’t hate it, huh?” He referenced your claim from earlier.

“Please…” You groaned, “stop teasing…”

“But I like messing with you,” Peter spoke, “and it’s making you so wet.” He watched as you covered your face up with a pillow from the top of your bed. Reaching out, he grabbed the plush fabric, “I want to see you…” His eyes met yours before his finger returned to your clit, “want to see how good I make you feel.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at his claim and your gaze fell to the ceiling. You could not meet his gaze, not while he was being this cocky. However, that would not matter, especially as Peter began to stimulate your clit. Your gaze faded as your eyes squeezed shut, “ffuCk-” You moaned.

“Yeah?” Peter almost laughed, “How’s that feel?”

“Mmmm,” You hummed, not wanting to answer his cocky attitude.

“Hm?” He leaned into you, “I said how’s that feel?” Peter’s speed increased. He watched as your body twitched beneath him, making him groan in response.

“...G-Good.”

“Yeah?” Peter hummed, “I’m glad. Want to make you feel good.” His fingers left your clit and soon entered you. He pumped a finger in and out of you as he made his way down the mattress.

You felt Peter’s hot breath between your legs, making you take in a breath. A moan escaped your parted lips as he planted a wet kiss onto your clit.

Peter focused on keeping a steady rhythm with both his tongue and his fingers.

“MMmm Peter…” You moaned, hand snaking down into his brown locks. Pushing back his hair, you stared down at him attempting to catch a glimpse.

Peter met your gaze, watching you immediately throw your head back on the bed. A small laugh passed through his lips, vibrating against your sensitive skin. Curling his fingers, he hit your g-spot as he focused on bringing you closer to your orgasm.

“I’m- I’m gonna…” Your words fell between sharp breathes, “Peter-”

“Hmmm?” He hummed against you, making you moan once more.

“I’m cu-cumming,” You moaned, “Oh my god-” Your body twitched and jutted against him but he did not slow down, “S-sStop… god!”

Peter laughed, “Fine,” Pulling away from his spot between your legs, “How was that?”

Your chest rose and fell heavily as you attempted to catch your breath, “Huh?”

“Are you good?” Peter spoke, “Or do you need me to keep going?”

“You… You’re not going to fuck me?”

Peter took a seat next to you on the bed, “I mean… I want to,” He admitted, “but I also want to take things slow,” He watched you send him a look, “Okay… Well I wanted to make you cum. I got carried away and I wasn’t going to just stop and leave.”

“Okay but what about you?”

“What about me?” Peter questioned.

“Don’t you want me to…” You gestured to his visible erection.

“You can return the favor some other time,” Peter laughed, “I mean… as long as you’d want to- Or you want to take things slow,” He looked down, watching you stare back at him from your spot on the bed.

“Is that you attempting to ask me out?” You laughed.

Peter rubbed his eyes with his palms out of frustration before falling back onto the bed with you, “Yeah,” He laughed, “Yeah I guess it was.”

You turned towards him, “Then sure.”

Peter turned his head, meeting your softened gaze, “...Cool,” He smiled awkwardly, watching your lips curl into a smile, “What? Sorry, I don’t know what to say-”

“It’s fine,” You laughed before leaning into him. Meeting his lips, you could taste yourself on his tongue, “Just don’t forget that I owe you.”

***

You stared at your cup of coffee, spoon stirring in the cream and sugar. The metal swirled as you were lost in thought about your night with Peter.

The two of you agreed to go slow, but god did you want him.

The two of you kissed good morning and decided to find the best time to tell everyone. You were dreading sitting at the table, just waiting for everyone to emerge with their hangovers.

On cue with your thoughts, you heard Nat’s shoes click against the expensive floors. You drowned out your groan by taking a sip of your coffee, “Happy New Year,” Nat’s voice called out from behind you.

“Yup… Happy New Year,” You replied. Listening to her begin to make her own coffee, you waited to be questioned.

“Did I piss you off that bad?” Nat laughed.

“No just… nursing my hangover,” You raised your coffee up in the air, still not turning to meet her gaze.

“Any bad decisions last night?” Nat stirred a bit of sugar into her black coffee, “Or… good ones?”

“I mean we kissed,” You spoke, “but you saw that.”

“I didn’t actually,” Nat laughed, “I didn’t think he had it in him.”

You did not either.

“So… just a kiss?” Nat pried, “You don’t have to tell me… but I’ll figure it out soon enough. Maybe have Wanda peek into what’s going on up there-”

“Bad idea really.” You, somewhat, threatened. However you were more embarrassed over how much you were thinking about Peter since last night, “Nothing happened, really…”

“He probably was just nervous,” Nat shrugged, “Or you could initiate… that’s where we all thought it was going to head anyway.”

“Who’s we?” You questioned.

“It’s not like we made bets- I should have though,” Nat laughed.

You took in a deep breath, “Listen… we’re taking things slow okay-”

“Oh you are now…” Nat laughed.

“Shut up. So how about this… you make bets but I get half,” You spoke, “You say nothing to anyone until Peter and I plan how we’re going to tell them.” You prayed that would keep Nat quiet.

Sure, Nat could keep a secret; hell, she was scary good at it. But Nat also loved drama.

“Deal,” Nat smiled, clanking her coffee cup against yours.

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red5cars · 7 months ago

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We should talk more about naga gaz and scientist reader who thinks her cover is good as fuck because she’s managed to get reallyyy close to his nest but nu uh. Gaz knows and he’s highly entertained watching his darling mate slowly make her way willingly into his nest and arms 🙂‍↕️

-noona 💕💕

why yes beloved noona, we should talk more about him!

just like, imagine working at some sort of research center, specializing in the study of hybrids. while some might call them monstrosities, you and your team see them as the key to the future.

unfortunately, many of them see y'all as a nuisance. especially gaz.

he's been here about a month, yet retains the hostility he has since first arriving; hissing at the doctors, curling away into the trees, and constantly breaking stuff in his enclosure. he hasn't harmed any of the researches directly, but after he snapped a log in half with ease, everyone keeps there distance.

talk about letting him back out into the wild circulates across the building, his lack of cooperation threatening any progress. and you, little junior researcher, see an opportunity. think about it, you'll be respected amongst your peers, no longer a little assistant that gets ordered around. and they'll have another test subject.

nearly everyone is gone when you enter his enclosure, the lush greens a harsh contrast to the white hallways that make up the building. it would be a serene experience if you forgot about the apex predator that inhabited this place, watching, waiting for the right moment to strike.

"bit late to run some tests, doctor?"

a deep voice behind you makes you jump, finding gaz curled around some branch. you've only caught glimpses of him from behind the door, x-rays, and some shedded skin. none of it could compare to the beauty standing right in front of you.

his upper half is handsome, as if someone carved it from marble but what really caught your attention was his tail. the intricate pattern, shimmering despite the dim lights of the enclosure.

you almost forget that he could break your bones, too enamored by his appearance.

"i asked you a question," his comment snaps you out of it, the coldness of his words hitting you like a violent breeze.

"i-i'm not here to run any tests," you state, though gaz hardly seems convinced. if anything, he narrows his eyes, two little slits holding nothing but spite for you.

"really? then what are you here for, doctor?" it shakes you, the way he addresses your title with so much contempt. a title that isn't yours (yet), but who are you to tell him that?

"i.. i wanted to warn you. the other researchers are talking..” it's a miracle your voice stays leveled, hands trembling as you continue, "..that if you keep being uncooperative they'll throw you out."

the words hang in the air, gaz seeming to contemplate your words. rather than panic, he flashes a sharp grin, "well, that’s probably the best thing i’ve heard since i got here"

his response stuns you.

"b-but," you start, yet he already looks so disinterested, "you.. this could be bad! i mean you won't have the facilities resources or protection, and you’ve gotten so used to life here-"

"hey," he snaps, your lips closing together, "just because i'm kept in some lush prison does not make me your glorified pet," the reminder rings in your ears, embarassment warming your face.

"well, still," you say, "if they let you go it would just backtrack our research," not that anyone has managed to progress with gaz anyways, "you could advance society, lengthen lifespans, further evolution," his head perks up at that slightly.

"don't you want to be apart of that?"

his gaze hasn't softened, but at the very least his interest is piqued. you fail to realize how his eyes rove over you form, thinking about evolution.

gaz's lips curl into a grin, "well, now that you bring it up.." he begins to uncurl his tail, moving down the trunk, "you do have quite a convincing argument."

it's wrong to read it as such, but the way he glides down is nearly.. sensual. the smooth movements of his tail, his muscles flexing. as he finally makes his way to the ground, you're reminded of all the ways you two are different both in species and size.

“how about this, doctor," he's starts, moving closer towards you, "i'll be your cooperative little subject if you're the only one monitoring me." the deal makes your eyes widen. you, a simple researcher be in charge of him?

"well i-" you start, "i'm not too sure-"

"you seem a lot nicer than the others," he hums, a hand coming out to graze your face. it makes you shiver, the lack of warmth throwing you for a loop, "plus, being the sole scientist would have its perks, hm?"

a voice in your head tells you this is a bad idea, but it can hardly be heard by the applause and praise you'll get once you publish your findings, experiment with his genetics, re-define evolution.

"so what do you say, doctor?" he pulls you back in with the soft drone of his voice, deep brown eyes meeting yours, "do we have a deal?"

praise. recognition. progress.

"..yes."

——

the other researches are astounded that you, the little junior researcher they hired only months ago, managed to appeal to him. they all wonder how, but you tell them all will be revealed when you publish your studies.

if only they knew you were already conducting an experiment, the key to evolution tucked neatly into your womb.

#sgt gaz #naga!gaz #every time i want to write smut i don’t and every time i don’t want to i do #hybrid!gaz #gaz x reader

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puttersmile · 6 months ago

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Smiling Critters OC: Ruby Rivers

Ruby Rivers is technically the main character of the Critter Crossing AU. An animator who worked within the in house animation studio of PlayCo. Also worked on commercials and box art. She was a pretty down to earth person but some of her co-workers believed in some weird things.

Here is some story stuff written like emails. To give some backstory. Enjoy!

From: Ruby Rivers

To: Peter Klein

Date: April 12, 1991

Time: 10:23 AM

Hey Pete,

Got your notes from yesterday’s meeting. Thanks for following up. I noticed you didn’t mention anything about your “poppy ink theory.” Maybe you realized it sounds a bit, well, out there?

You know I’m all for creative energy and inspiration—who wouldn’t be in this line of work? But this idea that our work is alive? Or that ink mixed with poppy seeds could somehow “bridge worlds”? Come on. Feels like you’ve been spending too much time watching the Twilight Zone.

Let’s not forget the real world here: poppy seeds contain weird compounds that can mess with your head. I’m pretty sure you’re not summoning spirits; you’re just getting secondhand microdosed. If anything, it’s probably giving folks mild hallucinations, not creating sentient cartoons.

Ruby

PS: Good idea switching to personal emails. I think our boss wasn't enjoying your crazy talk! No offense.

Subject: Re: Meeting Follow-Up

From: Peter Klein

To: Ruby Rivers

Date: April 12, 1991

Time: 11:09 AM

Ruby,

You’re missing the point! Sure, poppy seeds have… side effects, but this isn’t just about the ink. Have you ever thought about why characters like Dogday and Catnap feel so real? Why their stories seem to write themselves? Or why we all end up saying, “That’s exactly what Dogday would do” as if he’s deciding, not us?

I’m telling you, the ink might just be the catalyst. Look at the anomalies: the way sketches sometimes seem to shift slightly after we leave the room, or how animation frames appear more fluid than the tech should allow. Did you know Jill said she dreamed of Dogday last week, warning her not to approve a particular scene? She swears she woke up to find her storyboard reworked—better than before!

Something’s happening here, Ruby. Whether you believe it or not, you can’t deny the connection we feel with these characters.

Pete

Subject: Re: Meeting Follow-Up

From: Ruby Rivers

To: Peter Klein

Date: April 12, 1991

Time: 11:37 AM

Pete,

“Sketches shifting”? “Dream warnings”? That’s not supernatural, that’s sleep deprivation and caffeine overload. I don’t know why Jill redid her storyboard, but it wasn’t Dogday whispering in her ear. Maybe she was inspired and forgot about it—our brains are weird like that.

And yeah, we connect with the characters. We created them, after all. But they’re not real. They’re reflections of us, our ideas, and our teamwork. And a unhelpfully healthy dose of instructions from the higher ups. But anyway, That’s why they seem alive—it’s projection, not some alternate dimension leaking into the studio. Come on, Pete.

As for the ink, I’ll humor you for a second. Let’s say it does something weird. You think PlayCo would let us use it if they knew it could, I don’t know, break reality? They’d sell it as a toy themselves if it were that special.

Ruby

Subject: Re: Meeting Follow-Up

From: Peter Klein

To: Ruby Rivers

Date: April 12, 1991

Time: 12:15 PM

Ruby,

Have you looked at the new toy prototypes yet? You might be more right than you think, Ruby.

You don’t have to believe me, but don’t dismiss it entirely. You said it yourself—our characters are reflections of us. What if those reflections are more than just ideas? What if they’re connected to something bigger?

Remember the early versions of Dogday and Catnap? You told me once that you used to imagine Hot Clawffee and Snoozle Dreamhound sitting on your shoulders, like little muses. Maybe that’s closer to the truth than you think. Maybe they’re still there, influencing what you create.

I’ll leave you with this: if these characters weren’t real in some way, why would they mean so much to us?

Pete

Subject: Re: Meeting Follow-Up

From: Ruby Rivers

To: Peter Klein

Date: April 12, 1991

Time: 1:08 PM

Pete,

Hot Clawffee and Snoozle Dreamhound were my creations, and yeah, I still think about them. Sometimes when I’m stuck on a scene, I picture them sitting on my shoulders, one whispering something clever, the other reminding me to take a nap. It’s silly, but it helps. Kind of soothes my wounded pride that PlayCo wanted so many changes.

Eh Dogday is fine. But Catnap. When I see the big one walking around in that orphan city, it creeps me out like crazy. I can barely stand to look at it directly. But this is getting off topic!

All of that is just my imagination, not proof of anything supernatural. Characters are important because we pour ourselves into them, not because they’re alive. And I won’t deny that Dogday and Catnap feel like they’ve taken on lives of their own in some ways. We are working near unethical work hours in this place. Probably why we are hearing and seeing strange shit.

So no, I don’t think we’re breaking any laws of nature here. But I’ll admit this much: these characters matter. To us at least. And the kids. Not because they’re "real", but because they remind us of the best parts of ourselves. That's just how I see it.

But anyway, I've got to go turn in some animatics. See you later.

Ruby

#smiling critters #myart #fanart #poppy playtime #putterpenart #smiling critters au #poppy playtime au #dogday #catnap #oc #ruby rivers #critter cross au #critter crossing au #artists on tumblr #picky piggy

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the-priestess-of-dawn · 18 days ago

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Thoughts on the New Grima Forging Bonds (Wakened Dark)

I SPENT ALL DAY GRINDING THESE CONVERSATIONS AND I HAVE OPINIONS

This is going to be long and full of screenshots, so let's have a read more...

Okay, I'm going to start with m!Grima's chain because I found it the most disappointing...

I was excited for this one before I actually read it, because they'd announced that both Chrom and Tiki would be in it, but... Unfortunately, I REALLY think that whoever wrote this just wasn't a big Awakening fan. Because it did NOT feel like Chrom and Tiki talking. Their characterization was so flat, their dialogue so generic and uninteresting... And I swear it felt like none of these characters had ever met each other before. It's particularly egregious in Chrom's case, because it was specifically legendary Chrom, and he is explicitly a version of himself who sealed Grima away. He knows Grima! And Grima DEFINITELY knows Chrom... I mean, given that we know how Grima interacts with Chrom in Awakening, I have to say it's outright OOC for Grima not to start McFreaking Losing It the moment he lays eyes on Chrom... Again, I suspect that whoever had to write this just didn't have a good feel for how these characters would interact with each other.

It's especially a shame because legendary Chrom could have had some AMAZING dialogue with Grima... The way he says "There are times when it feels as if you are entombed in darkness, like you will never see light again…" in his level 40 conversation, like he's remembering the weight of his own darkness as he speaks... I don't know, I just think it would have been really nice for him to be able to tell Grima about that. Grima seems to believe that their existence is proof that despair is inevitable, but what they assume alongside that is that it's FINAL. If Grima's existence in Askr proves that despair comes for us all, then Chrom's proves that it doesn't have to be the end, that even if you fall you can still get back up again. Sometimes you just need someone to give you their hand.

... So yeah, I'm very sad about what we COULD have got there.

BUT! All is not lost with this one for me, because MEDEUS ended up saying something INCREDIBLY interesting...

My god... "An imitation of a dragon such as you." OKAY FIRST OF ALL, WHAT THE FUCK? Medeus you ASSHOLE. I know Grima was being generally malicious and threatening to destroy, like, the one thing keeping Medeus's fellow earth dragons from going on a degeneration-powered rampage (so y'know, a bit of a sore subject for him, I would assume), but WOW it is really not cool to tell a dragon that they aren't a real dragon in your eyes! And the worst part is that he goes on to say...

He "senses" that Grima's soul and power are not those of a "pure dragon." DOES THAT MEAN EVERY DRAGON CAN TELL??? (Side note, I thought when Tiki showed up she was going to say something about how Grima's power is very similar to hers... Because, you know, that's the very first thing she ever says to Robin in Awakening and all... but alas, yet another missed opportunity).

I mean, I assume nobody can tell EXACTLY what Forneus did, but... Ugh, with this one line Grima just instantly became the most relatable character in Fire Emblem. UGH... There's something Wrong with you and everybody you know can't stand you because they just Know. Show of hands, who feels that one a little too personally?

And okay, we already knew that Grima longs to be part of humanity but was never accepted as one of them, and it was pretty obvious that he didn't exactly have any dragon besties running around either, but... this just confirms that Grima would not have been given a warm welcome from the dragon population after getting out of Thabes. Ugh... UGH!!! This HURTS!!! Grima really REALLY never stood a chance of living a normal life, huh...

So yeah, they actually hit such a home run with this scene that I can't even be too furious that they forgot to come back and finish the game. I'm... just going to ignore everything that happens after the B conversation. That wasn't the real Chrom and Tiki, it was just a nightmare caused by Grima's inner turmoil after his conversation with Medeus, naturally 🙃

Now... Onto F!Grima's conversations!

These were... shockingly good, actually??? I admit I'm a little bitter only because they're clearly and extension of the Brave Robins' Forging Bonds, which I hate with my whole heart (F!Robin's especially, which was truly unforgivable in its treatment of Grima. Like, completely out of touch with both Awakening and FEH itself's sympathetic leaning towards the tragic villain). But this one was just... SO much better that it's kind of ridiculous.

For starters, even though FEH is going with a bizarre—as in, this is the first time they have EVER said anything like this—interpretation that these Grimas' "hearts and minds have melded" with Robin's (I... think they might be confusing the original timeline with the Future Past... Again. Honestly, I feel like 99% of the reason they can't get a grip on Grima's plotline is because Future Past wasn't clear enough about what was happening and thus most people did NOT understand that Future Past is what happens when Grima wins in the Endgame chapter, i.e. the "Grima" we see there is in fact two people, the Robin who became the fell dragon and went back in time + their past self who resisted them)... Grima here is actually speaking pretty in-character and correctly identifying with the other Robins.

She speaks of "OUR purpose" so yeah, she does seem to think she's one of them. FINALLY, some good f!Grima characterization! (Rearmed Grima's Forging Bonds was also not super great, although to e fair, they retconned absolutely everything about its entire plotline, so... I think it's safe to disregard it).

And when she speaks with her other selves... Oh, it's just adorable! I especially loved Summer Robin's dialogue...

She's so cute... And I love, love, LOVE that they go on to then show Halloween F!Grima acting EXACTLY the same way.

I love her...

Okay, so we've got cute and funny and very charming writing. I would have been happy enough if that's all they gave us, but no, they actually continue and give us some really INTERESTING dialogue, too.

So... I'm speculating a bit here, because in typical Grima fashion, she refuses to explain herself, but... What I think is happening is that she was searching for a Robin who was like her.

The whole time, Grima has been aghast that the other Robins she's been meeting are so unserious, apparently just goofing around and having a good time. But Brave Robin comes in and she's very serious. She's determined, unyielding. She's what Grima wants to see in herself.

Except, she's also full of hope and love. Grima goes on to say...

This Robin is like her and this is what happened to her. Loathe as I am to return to the Brave Robins' Forging Bonds, I think we have to consider something that m!Grima (uh... that is... og m!Grima... Fallen M!Robin?) said in Brave M!Robin's conversations—"We came here to warn you, out of pity."

It seems to me, therefore, that what Grima really wanted to do here was find a version of Robin who was clearly everything she herself used to be, and... warn herself. Just give up now, because you can't escape what you are and you'll hurt all the more for trying so hard.

So, yeah... I REALLY liked this chain of conversations. I mean, of course I did. They basically boil down to "Grima is absolutely still Robin," after all.

Seriously. Like... what else could they have possibly intended the audience to understand here but "Grima is still Robin"? Not only do we have Summer Robin and Halloween F!Grima acting the very same way, we also have THIS...

Outright confirming that they're the "same soul." Now, you COULD make the argument that because these "fallen Robins" haven't completely awakened the fell dragon's full powers yet (which... is another "bizarre" thing that FEH is mentioning for the very first time right now... Like, it was pretty clear before that what HAPPENED was that Grima LOST power traveling between worlds... Like, you know, what happened in Awakening...), Robin hasn't fully melded with Grima's soul yet, but... Not only does that not really make much sense (the fallen Robin alts are always yelling that they are the fell dragon, Grima), we can also counter the idea of that being a distinguishing factor by looking at the final line Brave Robin gives...

In other words, Brave Robin is off to do with her other "good" selves the EXACT thing that Grima was just doing with the other fell Robins.

WHICH MAKES SENSE WHEN THEY'RE VARIATIONS OF THE SAME SOUL.

Ahem... Yeah. This Forging Bonds... was for me...

And finally, let's talk about the main story conversations.

I thought these were pretty interesting, because... It kind of seems like the Grimas lost on purpose?

Well, okay, actually, I'll start by saying that these conversations did seem to suffer a bit from the same problem that m!Grima's conversations did, which is that these characters KNOW EACH OTHER, but you'd think that Grima had no idea who Tharja and Noire were... Like, Grima definitely ought to know exactly what Noire's skills and abilities are, given how long they've spent hunting her and the other children down! And it's hard to imagine that they would seriously underestimate her. And on one hand, I think that part of this is just lackluster writing caused by a lack of real familiarity with Awakening itself.

However... I ALSO think that it becomes a LOT more forgivable when you consider that Grima is almost certainly faking some things here. Let's look at what Tharja says when she reveals that she has bound them...

The Grimas are not thrilled about this, of course. But... they also aren't particularly surprised or upset? When Grima is upset, they tend to get... capslock-y. And these Grimas certainly have got some capslock-y dialogue in other places. But not here.

This is their "all according to keikaku" voice. They are not actually upset.

Which, when you think about it, makes complete sense, because the idea that Tharja, known dark magic user, could put a curse on them WITHOUT them having ANY idea is... a little hard to buy, isn't it? And here's the thing, too...

They didn't even try to beat Noire.

Now, I guess you could argue that it's a tortoise-and-the-hare kind of situation, and Grima's own arrogance is their undoing, but... Again, how could a couple of extremely magically powerful dragons COMPLETELY MISS Tharja casting a spell, and how could they have NO idea how fast Noire is even though she's been running from them her whole life, and why do they so easily accept their defeat with only some minor insults? Well, it all makes sense if in fact they secretly decided to let her go.

I mean, the Grimas came to Askr for a reason... And the reason actually ISN'T human destruction. Now, I'm not entirely convinced that this "destroy all the Fire Emblems in every world" plan actually makes sense (especially because Robin needs the Fire Emblem to awaken their power... although... I DO think it would be rather compelling if that is the exact thing they are hoping to stop deep down), but I definitely thought it was an interesting idea. People would give up fighting if they had no hope to believe in, so all conflict would come to an end...

The logic is twisted of course, but it actually does make sense coming from Grima. Grima really doesn't like fighting...

Much to think about.

So yeah, that's all I have to say about this Forging Bonds (at the moment, anyway... lol I may have more to say later). There were a lot of hit-and-miss moments, but boy did the hits sure hit hard. Overall, I actually got a lot out of these conversations and am very excited to see how I can work some of these details into my fics in the future!

#grima #fire emblem heroes #feh #grima studies

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livesworthlivingau · 11 months ago

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Lives Worth Living Chapter 25

Isat/Two Hats spoilers below! CW: Light pining I guess? I'm sorry it's not heavier pining 😔

(You sit awkwardly in the common area with Nille and Vale, having asked for some privacy today to have a conversation alone with them. The other's all left to take care of some errands or personal activities they'd like to get done, Bonnie sticking around in the kitchen to prepare snacks for the next leg of our journey.)

"So... you already know about the loops and all, huh?" (You finally break the awkward silence with your mostly recovered voice, glancing over at Nille. She responds with a comforting yet bittersweet smile.)

"Yeah... Vale told me about their time in them, and in turn yours." (She explains, reaching out to place her hand on their fidgeting ones. Their tension seeming to fade away just a little.)

"So you know we've uhh... kinda already met then?"

"What?... What do the loops have to do with us meeting?"

"I may have forgotten to mention that part, Stardust." (Vale finally chimes in with a nervous chuckle.)

"Oh... Well... I'm kinda, still in the loops sorta?..."

"What's that mean exactly?" (She asks with a cautious tone, recognizing that it's a touchy subject. You let out a sigh, deciding to rip the bandage off.)

"... In 30 years, Odile dies of old age... I was there for it, and when it happened I... I got yanked all the way back here, the day after we beat the king..." (Her expression looks horrified for a moment, just staring in shock as she processes it all. You give her all the time she needs, looking away. You hate how that stare feels, but you can't blame anyone for doing it.)

(You perk up as you notice her moving out of the corner of your eye, before you know it her strong arms are tightly wrapped around you again. You slowly raise yours to place onto her back.)

"Sorry, I just... Wow... How are you holding up?" (She says as she releases the hug slowly, realizing she may have overstepped a bit.)

"N-No! It's fine!... Your hugs were always really nice." (You say with a little chuckle, it's so weird to tell a 'stranger' things like this.)

"It helps a lot having everyone for support... and having Vale back." (You admit giving a little smile before glancing over at them. They don't allow themself to meet your gaze...)

"Back? Wait, I'm lost now." (She asks, glancing between the both of us before Vale starts to explain.)

"After the loops, my job was done... I didn't need to exist anymore... So I simply ceased to be. I guess once the loops began again, I was plopped right back down... 30 years missed and it was merely a blink of an eye for me." (You all sit in an awkward silence yet again, unsure how to continue from there at first. Nille finally decides to break it.)

"Alright, well what's our next step then?"

"Uhh... Next step?"

"Well yeah, we gotta end your wish, right? So what next?"

"Oh... I hadn't really thought about that yet." (You blink, realizing this was so far from the top of your list you kinda just forgot all about it.)

"Maybe we could ask Jinn for help!" (She says, turning back to Vale, who immediately tenses up at the name.)

"Jinn?"

"Yeah! We met-"

"I think it may be best of we don't go spouting that information about freely!" (They interrupt, clearly unsure about the topic.)

"Oh come on, what's the harm in it? Besides don't you kinda wanna brag about it~?" (She asks with a grin and chuckle. They simply sigh and sit back in their seat, arms crossed, nodding begrudgingly for her to continue. She turns back to you, beaming excitedly.)

"We met the universe!"

"... Y-... You what?..."

"Yeah! It was just some traveler basically, but it knew things it couldn't possibly know otherwise! It was kinda spacey and weird, but what can you expect from a god really?" (You take a second to process all of this, chuckling a bit in disbelief finally.)

"I'm surprised Vale didn't try and take a swing at it."

"Oh trust me, the temptation was surely there... until it apologized for everything."

"It... It apologized?"

"Yes, we had a lovely chat actually. It's been just as affected by the island nonsense as any of us have been. That's why the wishes have gone so haywire."

"So it really was just... an accident?"

"More or less..."

"Heh... Well I guess that makes us even now!" (You joke playfully, the other two looking at you in confusion.)

"I met the Change God during the loops, remember?" (You ask, looking to Vale. They then let out an annoyed chuckle as it hits them.)

"Right, I think I tried my best to forget that little detail."

"Change, y'all have really had some wild lives, huh?" (Nille trails off, shaking her head some with her arms crossed. This was all really insane to say out loud now that you think about it. Everything's been so crazy that it almost feels normal at this point.)

(You continue chatting, filling each other in on what's happened. A few topics are avoided, mostly the future as to not mess with it too much, the topic of your nightmare feels oddly tense to Vale, and neither of you can dare bring up the topic of how you last looped...)

(Vale gives a yawn and leans back on the couch, rubbing at their good eye.)

"Didn't sleep well?" (You ask, though you're sure you know why.)

"No, not especially..." (They respond before Nille playfully nudges them.)

"Hey, you're doing great Vay. I'm glad you stuck around." (She remarks with a proud, bright smile. They look away but smile the tiniest bit in response. Before long they've wound up passing out, their head lazily drifting to rest on Nille's shoulder, which she allows happily.)

(You smile, happy to see them looking so relaxed for once... You can't help but pry a little, looking back to Nille and asking.)

"You really care about them, don't you?" (She perks up, realizing she'd been staring at them as well.)

"... Yeah, I really do. Poor thing's been through so much, and they're such a kind soul deep down. I just want them to see that too, y'know?" (She starts to explain, laying her head against theirs after a moment.)

"Heh... I commend your efforts so far, you've made a lot more progress than I ever could."

"Thanks. It helps I've had to beat myself up plenty about getting in my own head, learned the signs to spot I guess?" (She explains, giving a tired sigh herself.)

"It might be weird to hear but... Thank you. You helped me out a lot too... I don't think I'd be handling all this as well as I have been if not for all the times you've helped me..."

"As an expert on time loop shenanigans, I can confirm you're allowed to, yes~." (You both laugh at that, trying to keep it down as to not wake Vale.)

"Hah, man this time loop stuff is so crabbing wild. Am I allowed to accept thanks for something I haven't done yet?" (She asks with a chuckle.)

"Thanks again for taking care of Bon, I'm glad they were in such good hands."

"I can only take so much credit for all that, but I'm glad I could help with it~."

"SNACK TIIIIIIIME!" (Bonbon shouts from the kitchen, marching in with a big tray of various treats prepared, grinning proudly as they display it for you all.)

#lwlau #lives worth living au #isat au #isat spoilers #isat fanfic #isat #in stars and time fanfic #two hat spoilers #in stars and time spoilers #isat two hats

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miraculouslbcnreactions · 3 months ago

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Hi, sorry, I just sent in a really long ask on how s4s whole secrets conflict was a mess but made worse by having the relevant episodes separated. I realised I forgot to mention that within the related episodes themselves the tone is strange.

Sentibubbler does some small set up for CN being upset over secrets, which pays off in Hack San, but is then supposedly resolved by the ending convo. This secrets problem is brought up again in a slightly different context with Ephemeral and Kuro Neko, so it's weird that he's written to be mad again... is there any way to make it so the issue is... more coherent?

I'm sorry, I know this has a different point from the previous ask, but I realised the separation in episodes thanks to the order only makes this issue worse. I really like your analysis posts!

I didn't realize that first ask had a follow up so I accidently addressed your question in my first response. However, I didn't focus on the fixing aspect. I was more focused on what canon did wrong and how canon's chosen conflict was a terrible call. Let's use this post to go the other way and really dig into how we could make canon work with the conflicts that season four should have been about!

As I said in the other post, Gang of Secrets and Optigami set up conflicts where Marinette has done something genuinely questionable. Instead of using those conflicts, canon ignores or resolves them so that it can focus on conflicts where Marinette is either objectively right or where there was no way for her to know that there was even a conflict, building to a final that makes me want to set something on fire.

A great example is how Rocketear saw Nino give Adrien a heavily biases recounting of the Scarlet Moth incident only for canon to never let Ladybug learn about this reveal. We're in season six and Chat Noir still doesn't know the full story! That was silly. Instead of that nonsense, we're going to rework season four to make Marinette aware of what's going on and have conflicts that actually tie together. To start, let's set some ground rules for this rewrite.

The Rules

While I hate season four, I'm still going I'm going to approach this the same way I approached the post like the one where I gave Chloe a damnation arc and the one where I let Gabriel make the wish. If you read those, then you probably noticed that I tried to stay as close to canon as possible. That's because this is the way I try to approach all of my more serious fix proposals. If my fix means that I'm telling a wildly different story, then I'm not really fixing canon. I'm making an AU and I try to save those for fanfiction.

Because we're trying to stick to canon, the goal of this rewrite will be to have season four maintain all of the following:

A conflict between Ladynoir that will be blamed on Ladybug in the final

Alya learning Ladybug's identity

The season ending with Gabriel getting all of the miraculous save for the ladybug and the black cat

The crushes flipping at the start of season five

The identities must stay secret

The path I take must be suited to an episodic formula show where nothing gets properly addressed until the two part season final

I'm also not allowed to rewrite anything from the previous seasons and I'm going to restrict myself to conflicts that actually happened in season four. Let's go over the ones I'm picking then we'll get into the rewrite itself.

The Conflicts

The first conflict comes from Marinette's choice to reveal her identity to Alya. This obviously introduces the issue of it feeling like Alya randomly got promoted above Chat Noir, but that's a pretty subjective problem. Marinette should get to pick who to trust and, as much as I hate to admit this, canon has generally failed to make Chat Noir feel like the obvious choice for Ladybug's sole confidant. This is mainly due to how badly overplayed his crush has been, but we'll get to that in a bit. For now, we're going to end my thoughts on this conflict by noting the more objective issue with this reveal: Marinette trusted Alya with the Ladybug secret after Rena Rouge's identity was outed to the supervillains. That's a horrifically bad idea that canon never addressed.

The second conflict comes when Alya gets promoted to Rena Furtive. This once again isn't a terrible move in a vacuum, the problem is that Chat Noir is never told that this promotion happened. This means that he has an ally on the battlefield that he's totally unaware of. An ally who has completely changed her appearance. There are so many ways that move could go horribly wrong!

Our final source of conflict is going to be Chat Noir continuing to pursue Ladybug in spite of her total disinterest in a romantic relationship. There were a couple episodes in season four that used that conflict (Gladiator 2 and Kuro Neko) and Ladybug needs something to motivate her that I can actually resolve which is why I'm using this and not Chat Blanc. There's just no way to resolve Chat Blanc without an identity reveal and canon didn't use Chat Blanc in season four so ignoring it feels like fair game to me. Plus most good conflicts have nuance to them and I think Adrien learning how to honor both his feelings and his love interest is a wonderful lesson for kids!

Season Four Rewrite

Season four starts much like it does in canon. Ladybug is feeling overwhelmed by guardian duties. She knows that she needs help, but she's afraid to trust Chat Noir because she's worried about "leading him on." We're not going to use that conflict to salt on Chat Noir. We're going to use it as a way to start a theme about the pressure young girls are often put under to manage the emotions of others and how that ends up hurting everyone in the end. More on that in a bit. For now, just picture Marinette anxiety spiraling about getting closer to Chat Noir, accidentally making him feel like he finally has a chance with her, leading him to ask her out again, forcing her to break his heart one too many times so he gets akumatized and Paris ends up doomed!!!

This spiral and similar ones are how Marinette talks herself out of trusting Chat Noir even though she clearly needs some support. She also hides her stress from him so he never realizes that she needs help. He thinks it's all business as usual! Tikki is against all of this and gives real advice for the kids at home, but Marinette doesn't listen.

The pressure eventually gets to be too much and we get a Gang of Secrets style reveal only this reveal is treated as a questionable move by everyone involved. Marinette just blurts it out in a moment of panic and Alya feels horrible because she finally understands why Marinette has been hiding things. I'd probably use this to give a lesson on respecting the privacy of others and how to approach friends who are clearly going through something without contributing to their stress, but that's not super important to our overall plot. What matters is that Alya knows and she can't unknow, so the girls just have to own what happened. They talk about how worried they are that Shadow Moth knows Alya's identity and how Alya now has to be even more careful in this post-reveal world.

Marinette knows that she should tell Chat Noir about the Alya reveal as it could have dire consequences if Alya gets akumatized, but she can't bring herself to do it. She's too worried about hurting him, once again focusing on managing the emotions of others over clear communication. (Ooh, look, our theme is back!)

After a lot of debate, Alya and Marinette decide that Alya needs a kwami on her at all times so that Marinette can be alerted if Shadow Moth goes after Alya or akumatizes her. This is why Alya gets promoted to having Trixx full time. The girls decide to make the best of a complex situation and Alya becomes Rena Furtive, but Chat Noir once again isn't told because Marinette is worried about hurting his feelings. She's also totally paranoid about someone finding out that Alya is still active since Alya knows Ladybug's identity and Shadow Moth knows Alya's identity. Cue anxiety spiral about Chat Noir getting compromised in a fight leading him to unintentionally out that Rena is still active leading Shadow Moth to capture Rena and thereby learn Ladybug's identity which leads to Paris being doomed!!! (Look how our running theme keeps running along a clear, logical path!)

Ladybug's paranoia theme means that we're going to flip the late season four conflict on its head. There will still be several episodes where the conflict is hinted at, but instead of Ladybug asking what's wrong, Chat Noir will be the one to ask Ladybug if she's okay only for her to brush him off. That means that there will be a lot of episodes where things are mostly fine because a big part of the problem is that Ladybug is legitimately trying to ignore the problem. Chat Noir takes her word for it and the entire season plays him the way he was played in Truth:

Ladybug: Will you cut it out with the practical jokes? I could have really hurt you! Chat Noir:(answering while hanging by the yo-yo) M'lady, the only thing that really hurts me is when you make me go on patrol by myself. (sighs, relaxing his posture) I even missed your little angry pout. Ladybug: Sorry, Kitty Cat, I'm a bit over my head at the moment. (pulling him up) Chat Noir: I bet! "Guardian of the Miraculous", big name, big responsibility! Ladybug:(helping him up) I promise, I won't ever forget our patrols again. (Cat Noir winks at her, both head to defeat the villain) Chat Noir: Woohoo!

Only in this rewrite, his laid back attitude will mostly be Ladybug's fault because Chat Noir's going to actually check in with her and be told that things are fine. You could even keep the quoted dialogue, just add in him asking if she needs help and she says she's managing it. His only real fault this season will be his continued flirting which will upset Ladybug, but while she's going to still be upset by that, we're going to tone down how clear she is about her feelings. Nix the Glaciator 2 trash scene and replace it with Chat Noir laughing with reporters while Ladybug sneaks off near tears. (Note I'd put this moment early in the season pre Alya reveal to add weight to Marinette feeling like it's too risky to get close to Chat Noir even though she clearly needs someone.)

This conflict comes to a head in the season four final. Much like canon, Felix is involved, only in our rewrite he actually steals the peacock. Gabriel is furious and creates an akuma to seek out the stolen miraculous. This is a problem because of another small change we're going to implement. Namely how the temp heroes get recruited this season.

We're getting rid of the random yo-yo powerup that let Ladybug grab miraculous from a distance because that was silly. Instead, season four sees Ladybug get the miraculous by having Rena Furtive bring them to her. Rena is once again doing this in the season four final and the conflict is big enough that all of the miraculous are needed so Rena either just brings the box or has everything but the rabbit on her.

The Felix-seeking akuma has some sort of ability to split up like Strikeback did, so Chat Noir and Ladybug are off doing different things. Chat Noir spots Rena and thinks that an enemy has gotten their hands on the miraculous. He goes after her and stops her, unintentionally alerting Shadow Moth to the fact that the miraculous are on the move. Shadow Moth immediately sends all of the akuma clones to the battle to retrieve the miraculous save for the clone that's fighting Ladybug. Ladybug is busy fighting and totally unaware that any of this is happening until it's too late. She shows up in time to save Chat Noir and Alya, but the miraculous are lost. (Alya's was taken off of her by force.)

Ladybug rightfully blames herself for all of this. Chat Noir is feeling guilting, hurt, and confused as to why he was kept in the dark. Ladybug reveals her logic and he realizes how much pressure his crush has been inadvertently putting on her. That kind of ruins the joy of the crush, but he doesn't understand why Ladybug didn't just tell him that he was hurting her. He never wants to hurt her!

He asks why she didn't and she points out that she has told him in the past and he never changed, plus she hates how much her rejections hurt him. He points out that he'd rather have been hurt than let her and Paris suffer. He also acknowledges that he knew that she didn't like the crush stuff, but didn't realize how much. He should have been a better listener so that she felt like she could bring her feelings to him. She's happy that he acknowledged his faults, but owns that she holds most of the blame here. If she'd been honest with him about Rena, then none of this would have happened. She let her anxiety keep her from seeing the danger that came from inaction which was far greater than the danger that came from acting.

Much like in canon, Chat Noir forgives Ladybug and they head into season five feeling stronger than ever now that they've finally embraced the power of open and honest communication! Chat Noir silently vows to move on from Ladybug to be a better partner, not realizing that his genuine apology and loving support in the face of her greatest failure have finally made her see him as having romantic potential. Ooops. Alternate path: save really revealing that for season five and have her crush flip after his new behavior starts in earnest to really drive home the respect = attractive message for the kids at home.

In summary, most of the season is episodes that could play in any order, they just have a consistent theme of Marinette putting too much pressure on herself, fueling her own paranoia, and prioritizing making others feel happy over clear communication. These issues are exasperated by Adrien being a little selfish about his crush to give the conflict some nuance. This leads to a final that is a minor lesson in boundaries for Adrien (thereby explaining why Adrien is so much better about Marinette's boundaries than Ladybug's) and a major lesson in communication for both of them with Marinette needing that lesson more than Adrien, but both of them benefitting from it in season five. Chat Noir gets even better at drinking his respect women juice and Ladybug gets better at trusting others and talking about her feelings/needs.

This ending has the same issue as the canon ending to season four where the lesson ends up being horribly undermined by the ending of season five, but that's just the big problem of season five's ending. It's too late in the show for that kind of crap. If the show had to go with a liar plot, then Marinette never should have been the one to tell the lies. It should have been Nathalie or Emilie and Gabriel's wish should have included a minor mind wipe for Marinette or even just something that forced Marinette to be silent if you want to make Gabriel a little more evil.

Final Thoughts

I don't love this rework, but it's the best I could do while working within the confines of canon. I'm just not big on the broken team trope in long form content. A single episode or mini-arc? Sure, but not a whole season! That's just not the kind of thing I enjoy, but I can still write it if I have to. At least, I think I can! If you disagree, then hopefully this pitch was at least entertaining to read! Also remember that this was super high level so I didn't get into too much nuance here. All of this would need nuance for a solid execution that kept the characters likeable and interesting.

Oh, and in case anyone was curious, I cut Adrien quitting because I think canon was way too cavalier about him doing that. This is a kids show so I get why canon doesn't take the whole superhero thing too seriously, but my brain doesn't work that way. In my opinion, heroes should only quit when they think that they're unfit for the job (New York Special) or when they're in a situation where they cannot see a resolution outside of quitting (Kwami's Choice kind of did this. It's not good, but it has the right vibe. Solid D+) Once you let a hero quit, getting them back needs to be a big deal and an episodic formula show just doesn't have time for that. It's why the New York Special is probably the only time quitting felt reasonable. The writers had a full hour to work with plus that was Adrien quitting because of a fight gone wrong, so he just needed a pep talk. Quitting over interpersonal issues needs even more focus making it a bad call for Miraculous.

#anon ask #brainstorming #season four my beloathed

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imraespace · 10 months ago

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LIFE'S HARD WHEN YOU'RE INLOVE ─

─ WITH RIN ITOSHI !!

"Um.. L/N there's a teacher.. again, who wants to see you." A student spoke up, breaking you from your phone.

A sigh fell from your lips, why do teachers want to see you all of a sudden? The last time you got called a bunch of times was for helping other students in certain subjects, you had to make excuses to turn them down.

The student didn't seem like they were leaving anytime soon so you decided to follow them and meet this teacher.

Yesterday, you were asked to give some papers to a teacher and you forgot completely, what if it's the same teacher? Are they angry with you? Now you need to think of an excuse..

The long walk to the staff room wasn't your favorite but then you noticed that you'd passed the staff room.

"Where are we going?" You asked them person besides you.

"We're almost there no worries." They said.

You both walked a bit more until you reached a door.

"This is your stop!" They said and then left, leaving you alone.

"Erm.." You mumbled, took a deep breath, and then opened the door.

You opened the door and were greeted with an office, decorated with football on the wall. The feeling of the cool air condition hits you as you slowly enter and close the door behind you.

Another thing that hit you was the soft sweet smell of perfume filling the air. Maybe it wasn't so bad making your way here..

Oh wait your excuse.

You heard the chair spin as a woman with brown hair greeted you.

"Oh you're here, hello L/N! That's your name right?" She greeted.

You nodded, looking around the room.

"You can sit here," She said, pointing at a small couch she had in her office. You made your way to the couch as she sat next to you.

What's happening.

"Um did I do something wrong?" You asked.

She shook her head with a small smile.

"You see, yesterday I asked a student to request you to bring me some papers but I completely forgot about how you are." She stated.

"How I am?"

She nodded at your words.

"You turned down the teachers who offered you to tutor students, I mostly see you sleeping during breaks.." She continued.

"So, I'm here for something?" You asked, cutting her off.

"Oh right! My name is Anri Teieri, or Miss. Teieri. I'm the manager of the school's football team." She said with a smile.

"Football team.." You mumbled and she nodded with a smile.

"My boss, well who's also the coach, left me in charge of dealing with this problem we have. Apparently, the school doesn't like how "harsh" he is and demands we come up with ways to "satisfy" the team. The thing is the team doesn't really complain but.." She trailed off.

You're not really into football, so you don't know how "harsh" the coach is and to be honest, growing up with Chigiri you saw how much he improved in football ever since he came to the school.

"So I'm here because.." You mumbled.

She smiled.

"You're friends with some of the players and you're around their age so I was hoping maybe you can be like.. a co-manager? And maybe help me out?" She asked you.

Now you weren't expecting that. Your face lit up, confusion and surprised were present.

You pointed towards yourself, mouth slightly opened. she nodded.

"Um.. okay, but won't it be like a lot of work?" Lazy habit.

Anri smiled.

"You just gonna give me ideas that's all, I'm doing paperwork. You can even come in here and hang out in the cool during breaks!"

AC breaks? You're so in.

"I accept this job." You instantly confessed. Anri, with a big smile nodded her head at your words.

"Don't tell them though! Not now at least." She warned.

"Okay." You didn't ask why.

After that short meeting, you made your way back to your classroom. That is.. Until you saw him again.

"He's still practicing?" You asked yourself. This time around you saw that he looked extremely exhausted and had no water.

You squinted your eyes and began thinking. He needs water to continue practicing.. So who are you to NOT give him any?

Rin looked over to the benches and noticed a water bottle again.

"What the hell.."

Atleast this time you remembered to not add your kitty drawing!

━ 6:56 PM

You're no fool. By the way, Hyoma texted you knew he wasn't okay. You just don't know what you did to make him react like that. Was it something you said?

Boys are so weird for you, one is oddly making your eyes glued onto him and now one has period swings? Weird.

Seishiro is okay, he's your bro. Reo is your mother. Meguru and Yoichi are your best friends, sometimes like your siblings.

With those thoughts, you fell asleep at 7:23 PM.

Seishiro Nagi, a close individual of yours, has now entered your room.

The light from outside your room pooled into your room as he left the door open, walking up to check up on you.

A frown was formed on his face as he noticed nothing is on your bed. His eyes landed on Choki on your bedside table and decided to leave it there.

"Choki will help you if you need them." Sei softed said, petting your head as he finally walked back out, leaving you with your dreams.

ANRI TEIERI (22) :

Despite being a staff member, you both form a friendly relationship sooner or later. Besides, you had already liked her from the time she mentioned free AC.

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note: am i the only one who cringes at my work after i write it

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-`♥︎´- for this story, i'm trying a something new, which includes words/phrases, foods and hometowns from japan and germany. if there's any errors please point it out !

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roronoagem · 2 years ago

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Maybe this would be better? What about Law finding out his SO was forced to eat a devil fruit. She hadn't told anyone and it was only made obvious after she fell overboard and couldn't swim. Maybe she had talked about her previous love for swimming, but no one caught on that it was something she couldn't do anymore.

characters: trafalgar d. water law

content warnings: gn!reader, law feels a bit betrayed lol, reader almost drowned, & very slight argument.

a/n: shitting my pants rn bc i met law in the anime a couple of times & my knowledge is based on vids & his wiki 😭 i’m scared to write him so out of character, please don’t come at me if it’s nothing like law i beg you . . . i’m gonna jump bye !

let’s start with you speaking about how much you loved swimming, how much you loved going to the beach.

everyone on the polar tang knew about it, but they were totally oblivious that you couldn’t do it anymore due to your devil fruit.

not even your captain knew about this.

and he didn’t know you had the powers of a devil fruit, in the first place.

and when you fell right into the water and your head didn’t pop out of the water, bepo started to panic.

“CAPTAIN!” bepo was running from side to side searching for law. “[y/n]..!”

that’s when law appeared and noticed your absence, trying to get the polar bear to explain the situation.

when shachi finally pulled you out of the water, after he jumped in to search for you, you were almost passed out. law felt a hint of panic at the sight because well… it didn’t make much sense from what the bear said.

did you hit your head? did something underwater attacked you? could it be that you got so scared you passed out?

impossible. he knew you too well, you wouldn’t get scared just because you fell into the water, it was calm enough to be able to swim too.

when you finally opened your eyes and started coughing water, law felt relief fill his chest. he checked your pulse and body temperature, make sure you were breathing properly. he wrapped you in a blanket as you were completely soaked.

you felt a bit dizzy, unable to focus on whatever was surrounding you. “[y/n]! i’m so glad you’re okay! i’m sorry!” bepo started to apologise because he stood there panicking instead of taking action, but you weren’t mad at him.

“it’s okay… don’t worry,” you were able to say before meeting law’s hard gaze. you shivered, because he seemed unhappy somehow. “we need to talk,” that’s all he said.

you ended up in his office, he finished checking you up just to be sure you were truly okay. he didn’t say much while doing so, which caused the tension between you two to grow.

“say something,” you gave in before law. it was tiring, to say the least. he was avoiding your eyes too. what the hell?

“you almost drowned,” he said then, tone obvious. but he still was avoiding you. “but i’m here now,” you answered back.

law took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to not snap at you. “you were drowning,” he repeated, finally meeting your gaze. “but i’m alive!”

“what happened?” his tone was cold, he was treating you like any other patient. “i fell in the water, shachi pulled me out. that’s all,” you tried to sound as confident as possible, protecting your secret. “you know what doesn’t sound right to me?” law tilted his head to the side, “you talking every second about how much you love swimming, you love the sea, the ocean, and then this happens!”

of course he finally snapped. law is not a dumb man, he knows everything about everyone in his crew — he has to. it was clear you were avoiding telling him something important, and this was making him feel both angry but also hurt… did you not trust him enough?

“i-i forgot how to do that, i guess??” you responded, trying to make him let go of the subject. “you like it so much but you forget how to do that? how is it that i’ve never seen you get too close to the water since you joined this crew, huh?”

so he had noticed. he knew that it didn’t make sense but he never found the right moment to bring this up. but now…

“you’re the one avoiding it in the first place,” you retorted, as if putting him under the spotlight for a second would help you win the argument. “yes, because i ate a devil fruit and–”

when law paused, you noticed realisation spreading all over his expression. he found the missing piece of the puzzle. you ate a devil fruit too.

“why?” as he said that you couldn’t bare to look at him anymore, his tone showed that he felt betrayed by you for not telling him such important information. “[y/n]-ya… look at me,” law took a step closer.

“i was forced to eat it! i didn’t want to do that! i-i genuinely loved the ocean, swimming, these weren’t lies! but…”

when you started sobbing, law moved closer and gently cupped your cheeks. you met his gaze and noticed that he wasn’t angry anymore, he was trying to comfort you the best he could. “i know this is something you’re not proud of, but this information is vital. i needed to know that you ate a devil fruit because it could put your life in danger, just like today. i’d never judge you for it,” he tried to reassure you.

you felt relieved, you wiped your cheeks and then leaned closer to hug him. he caressed your back gently and let you stay like that for as much as you needed.

“i’m sorry,” you then murmured, sighing. “you’re alive and that’s all that matters to me,” law’s tone was firm, he held you a bit tighter for a second. you smiled at his words, words full of his love for you.

#꒰ 🖋️ ꒱ writing #꒰ 🌐 ꒱ one piece #꒰ 💭 ꒱ trafalgar d. water law #FORGOT TO SAY THIS. thank you for being the first req on my new blog hehe #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #op law x reader #trafalgar law drabble #trafalgar law blurb #trafalgar law imagine #one piece x reader #op x reader #trafalgar one piece #one piece

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ollypopwrites · 4 months ago

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Weekly WIP Preview

Got tagged by the wonderful @razildor to share some WIP goodness.

This is a (very rough first draft) bit from a fic I’m working on called Grace and Fervor, which highlights Emmrich’s perspective on falling in love with Mourn Watcher Rook. I’m undecided if it’s going to be explicitly about Vanya Ingellvar.

It features some fun head canons i have about magic and mourn watch stuff!!!

As usual, pls forgive how rough this is. I’m a firm believer in First Drafts just being about getting the words on the screen.

no pressure tagging @flightlessangelwings @bankabb (ART WIPS IFYOU FEEL UP TO ITTTT) and @aldisobey

“Got a bit sidetracked there,” Rook said as they made their way back towards the Veil Jumper camp and the eluvian. “Sorry, Bel.”

“No,” the elf said quickly. “No, that was good! I think I get it now, the Mourn Watch stuff.” She smiled genuinely but sadly, “thanks for doing all of that, I’ll let Irelin know where to find the bodies.” Then she jumped as if she had been shocked by her own electrical magic, “oh! I did want to grab something from the artifact vault, I completely forgot! Damn, and we were just there!” She groaned, “I’m sorry. Can we go back? It’ll be quick!”

“Of course we can,” Rook said easily.

Bellara hurried forward, leading the way back towards the vault. Emmrich stayed a few steps behind with Rook, hands behind his back.

“You did wonderfully with that spirit, Rook,” he complimented. “It pleases me that we can enlighten others on how to prevent Spirits from getting into those knots that make them lash out.”

Rook smiled, genuinely this time. “Me too. There are a lot of spirits here in Arlathan that I think could be set back on their course. The business with the Gods and the Veil, it doesn’t just affect us.”

“Very true.” He agreed. “You know, you would have done well in my Spirit Calling course.”

“I thought about taking Spirit Calling,” she said, “but I didn’t really think I needed to be taught how to do it. And it interfered with a course on Bone-Throwing.”

“I had no idea you dabbled in the divinatory!”

“I haven’t done a good divination ritual in a while. There’s a lot I’ve had to put on the back burner, recently,” she sighed. “Y’know Varric and Harding still think I majored in fortune telling.”

He paused, not wanting to put too much emphasis on her slip up with Master Tethras. The grieving mind sometimes did mix up the semantics, not used to adjusting to the absence.

“Divining is as widely a misunderstood subject as Necromancy,” he said with a sigh. “Yet it is so easily explained, it’s not the future we seek, but traces of messages in the unknown of the Fade. What is your preferred method of throwing?”

“I use my own baby teeth.” Rook grinned. “And any little bits and pieces I find. Arlathan has so many animal bones, I’ve had to restrict myself to one keepsake a trip.” Digging into the bag at her hip, she procured a mesh bag, dozens of little teeth and small bones inside as she shook them.

“Delightful!” Emmrich grinned. “You must show me some time, I admit, I was only ever very talented in scrying.”

“I could never sit still long enough for scrying,” she said, tucking her collection back in her bag.

“You do have a natural way with the Spirits, though, Rook. You ought to hone it. Spirit Calling does not always need to be taught to a mage, but there is something to be said about nurturing natural talent.” He said.

“Right.” She smiled, another tight lipped one that was more out of politeness than anything else. “But… they’re your specialty. That’s what we have you here for, isn’t it?”

He had done something wrong. Yet, he couldn’t figure out what. But he felt it as she pushed ahead, the ease of conversation abruptly ruined as she avoided looking back at him or engaging in any further discussion.

It was no wonder the others found his presence unsettling, when Rook herself seemed to be unable to decide whether she was comfortable with him being there or not. She flipped wildly from eagerly discussing home with him to seeming as if she couldn’t be as far away as possible. A brick in the wall would wiggle, slip out of place so he could peer through and then she would swiftly turn tail and run.

He had hoped her presence and influence would be a comfort to him, another Watcher so far from home when most never wandered too far. That had not been the case, thus far.

#emmrook #emmrich x rook #olly writes

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damnedbeauty77 · 1 year ago

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leon kennedy x fem!reader

!MDNI!

cw: smut, p in v, reader a little traumatised, vanilla and protected, swearing. idk how to do this

summary: reader meets leon, her possible future boss, in a bar with jill and chris.

notes: this is my first time writing smut, did proofread and edit before publishing, if u have any ideas for improvement just dm me x

words: 2.1k

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i sit at the bar, leaning over to ask the bartender for a pink gin. what can i say, it looks pretty. my friend went home with some girl already, leaving me with myself at 10.30 at night.

it's fine. it's whatever. i could meet someone. i could have fun.

"hi there."

a guys takes the stool next to me.

i smile. he's cute. he has light, silver-y hair, parted to the side in a messy style. very much, my type.

"hi there." i respond lightly. i might be little drunk.

"i'm leon. what's your name?" he asks, putting an elbow on the bar to tap his fingers on his wood. i have to stop myself from giggling.

"y/n... are you going to buy me a drink?" i twirl my my hair lazily and leon almost copies my movements, brushing his hair back with his left hand. i wonder if he has a bald spot.

"of course. what are you having?"

"well, i'm actually looking to try something new. ive been drinking gin since i was 16. what would you recommend?"

"well, for a pretty girl like you, id have to say a cocktail. vodka, maybe... sex on the beach?"

...

"you work in the bsaa? i literally applied there yesterday!" i laugh. "yeah, well, kind of. i work with them in the dso."

my mouth drops a little in shock. "no way, you're leon kennedy? one of the—"

"founders, yes." leon sighs, laughing. "i really didn't expect all of this to come up when i decided to come talk to you."

i stop and blink a little. i forgot what he was really here for, at least for a moment. "well, shit. sorry. i mean like.. we can still go somewhere, if you want." his eyes widen a little. "no, no i'm sorry. i like talking to you. i was going to ask for your number- my friends are still here." he signals to a table in the corner of the bar. a man and a woman laugh together as they drink.

i smile. "oh, i've been keeping you from them."

"not at all, they told me to talk to you - encouraged me."

"well i hope you don't have a bet going, because i was starting to like you."

leon laughs. "really?"

"don't be smug. do you still want my number?" it feels so normal. "yes."

i wrote it out on a napkin and gave it to him.

"can i meet your friends? that guy is pretty hot." i tease him, making him bit his lower lip. a tinge of jealously emanates off of him. "i thought the girl would be more your type." he replies. i nod. "she is."

i follow leon to the table. he introduces me.

"this is y/n." he says to them. "hi. it's nice to meet you." i reply. "that's chris redfield, and that's jill valentine."

"hi." the girl says to me. oh my god, she is actually really gorgeous. "sit with us." she says, opening the seat next to her as leon takes a seat next to chris. i look at chris. he makes eye contact for a second, then looks away as he drinks his beer.

"i love your jacket." i tell jill. she's wearing black leather, i'm assuming faux based on her haircut.

"thank you, i got it from a thrift store, i think..." she replies. knew it. "i love your top. it's really sexy." she says. i look down. i'm wearing a black mesh top with a black bra underneath. "oh shit. i really forget whenever i wear this shirt.. then wonder why everyone is staring at my tits." i take a drink. i notice jill looking at my tits for a second before clearing her throat. "totally. i see the appeal." she says. then she puts a hand to her head in embarrassment. i laugh. "you're very brave."

"chris, y/n said she was applying to the bsaa." leon changes the subject, turning to me. "he works there right now."

i straighten up my posture, "oh well, i hope you forget everything i do tonight and put in a good word for me."

chris nods. "I'll ask about you." he replies. i feel a bit shouldered. is he emotionally unavailable? is that why i'm so attracted to him?

"what do you do, now?" jill asks me. "i was in the airforce, for just about 4 years." i say. "i've been kind of working a bunch of different jobs, i was in the nypd, until last month."

"airforce. you hear that chris?" jill laughs a little, looking at me. "i was in the airforce as well, when i was younger." chris elaborates. "what base were you?"

"active duty. but honestly, they kind of kept me behind the scenes. i can fly a jet, but i guess i'm just better on a computer."

"see, us girls gotta stay together." jill pushes my shoulder. jesus christ, how many drinks has she had?

"yeah, of course. girl." i smile. "what do you guys do?" leon spluffs. "oh, you know. just bsaa stuff. bioterrorism, security..." he trails off. "what are the two a's again?" he asks chris. he laughs a bit, letting out a little sigh.

...

by around 12am, i start to feel exhausted. we've been talking and drinking for hours, and i just want to... i don't know. go home? but i want to stay with them at the same time...

i check my watch. "it's getting pretty late. i think i might go home." i look at chris for a reaction. he does give me a look of respect, i know when to stop.

"no way, you've drank way too much. i'll call you a cab." leon protests.

"no, no, i only live like a mile from here."

"then i'll walk you home." he insists. i smile. "really? you'd do that?" jill and chris talk in the background. leon smiles in return. "yeah. of course."

i nod.

he walks me out the bar, at one point placing a hand on the small of my waist at one point, making me let go of consciousness.

"you know, i'm staying just down that way." he points with two fingers to a lane next to us. "if you want, you can stay at my place for the night."

my face totally flushes. "um, i wouldn't mind that." not the first time ive fucked someone i met the first night after meeting them. leon's nice though. i think he would call me.

"okay.. good." he says. he turns to me for moment, looking into my eyes. then, kisses me softly. i feel blood rush to my brain in satisfaction and arousal.

"thanks for coming to talk to me tonight. i probably would have left if you didn't." i tell him, putting my arms around his neck as he lets go of my ass... when did he managed to slip his hands there??

he leads me down the streets, his hand around my waist as he flirts shamelessly. then as he's about to open the door to go inside, he stops and looks at me.

"this isn't.. going too fast, or anything, right?"

"i'm fine with it as long as you are. we don't have to do anything you don't want to."

"no, no- i want to. i want to." he almost whines. his tone makes me smile. "good." i repeat him, kissing him again as he fumbles to get the door open.

he tastes like liquor.

i clear my throat, leaning into him. "can i go freshen up?"

he stammers a bit, face red. "yeah, the bathroom is down the hall to the left." he says. i nod, kissing him again before going. i wash under my eyes a bit for makeup, do my business, wash my hands again, then go back out.

leon is on the couch, tv on. he's put on closer. one of my favourites that i mentioned in the bar!

"oh my god, this movie is so sexy." i say, sitting down next to him. "well, i wanted to see what the fuss was about." he says, leaning back and taking a smoke.

"natalie portman, is the fuss." i say, placing my head next to his shoulder on the couch. "wow. you're right. they are all hot." leon laughs a bit, putting a rough hand on my thigh. he draws circles with his thumb over my skin. i look up at him, biting my lip.

i start unbuckling his jeans quickly, kissing him again, this time it looks sloppier, messier. "fuck, y/n." he groans as i palm him through his black calvin kleins. "these are hot.." i comment. "did you know you'd come home with someone to fuck tonight?" i ask innocently. he denies it. "wanted you as soon as i saw you."

i take off the mesh top jill complimented earlier. leon runs his hands all over my hips, waist and plays with the straps on my bra. i take off his shirt before he can do anything with my bra, then strip down my skirt as he pulls down his trousers. he lies sideways on the couch as i crawl over him, kissing his neck, trying to find the spot that makes him moan the most. "do you.. do you have a condom?" leon breathes out.

"yeah, hold on." i say, turning to the side of the couch with my bag leaning on it, opening it rapidly to take out the condom.

i rip it apart, seeing as he's already hard, i put it over his dick without even thinking. it's pretty big. like 7 inches at least. leon fingers me from underneath me, pushing my thong to the side. i moan and kiss his chest, licking a strip from above his dick to before the little line of blond hair at his bellybutton. he loves that, gripping my hair and pulling it up a little. "should i give you head or something, before?" he asks quietly. i shake my head. "i'll be fine. thank you, though." i smile through kisses down his chest, his fingers brushing over my clit. i line myself up as leon takes out his fingers, sinking down on him as i grab onto him shoulders. he sits up a bit, taking my waist with two hands to guide me back and forth on his dick. i roll my hips, kissing him roughly as i run my hands through his hair, combing it through my fingers. his neighbours had to have been hearing us.

leon rubs my clit with one finger as i start lifting myself up and down on him, legs wrapped around him at this point for the best angle. "please, please say my name." he asks quietly. i smile. "what? i can't hear you, baby." i tease him, kissing his ear. he leans his neck back, kissing my lips. "say my name, y/n." he asks again, a bit more commanding this time. and perfectly, he hits my g-spot with a thrust. "leon.. ughh, leon." i moan softly, and he replies by digging his nails into my back. "can i go on top.." he asks a little shy. i nod, letting him push me into my back, landing my head flawlessly onto a loose pillow. he pushes into me again, going significantly faster as he holds up the back of my knees beside his hips.

i see his eyes close for moment, and i feel his dick twitch a little in me. is he about to cum? i can barely read his face.

"fuck, you feel so fucking good." he says. i lean my head back a little, encouraging him to drive as far into me as possible. "oh my god, leon.." i groan, grabbing onto the sofa, scratching the fabric. i moan loud as i cum.

leon quickly follows with a low guttural groan to pair with his stalled thrusts.

i give him a kiss as he pulls out, almost immediately passing out on the couch. he throws the condom in a trash can, collapsing next to me, still naked.

"that was good. you're really good at that." leon says, wiping his forehead a little. i smile, thanking him. "it wasn't your first time, right?" i joke. he laughs, shrugging. "first time having sex with someone i met the same night. also, first time having sex pretty drunk." he confesses, making me laugh a bit. "my apologies if i have trouble remembering this. if i get the job, i mean."

"fuck, i totally forget that you might be working for me in a week... don't mention it to HR, right?" he slides on his boxers again. "so, you're my dirty secret now?" i ask. "if it helps to think of that way, then absolutely." he puts his shirt back on. "you want something else to wear? can't imagine that's comfortable." he points to my tight lace bra and panties.

"if you got a big shirt, i'll take it. want to finish the movie?"

"sure, but you'll have to catch me up." leon smiles coyly.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #resident evil fic #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy/reader #smut #first fic #one shot #resident evil smut #leon s kennedy #re4 leon

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