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demiesworld · 11 months

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❝who's mommy's good boy?❞ — douma + enmu + aizetsu x dom!reader [NSFW/18+]

pairings: fem!dom!reader x bottom!douma, bottom!aizetsu, & bottom!enmu

synopsis: basically reader pegging the pretty boys of kny.

contents: mommy kink, femdom, bottom!male, pegging, anal (m receiving), oral (m receiving), fingering, crossdressing (in enmu's), praise kink, slut shaming (in douma's), asphyxiation (in douma's), pet names (pretty boy, good boy, etc.), dacryphilia (in aizetsu's), blood play (in aizetsu's), degradation (in aizetsu's), just the usual filth

notes: reader is female uses she/her pronouns. i use the term "your cock" a lot in this because reader is fucking them with a toy dildo. i think it's easier to say that instead of "dildo"

— DOUMA

"You know to be a guy you sure do have a women's waist line." You comment as you kneel behind your lover, you were admiring the contrast between his slim waist and broad shoulders. Your hands glide up on the sides of his thighs, to his narrow waist, and descend to his round perky ass. You squeeze on it, pressing them together and jiggle his ass. As you giggle at the fleshy globes, your lover presses his cheek into the pillow pouting.

Douma murmurs, "Are you going to keep me waiting or are you just going to get this over with?" He then adds, "This was your idea anyways."

You slap your hand on his ass, and smirk when he cringes, "You shut your mouth. I'm admiring your physique." You hover over his body to whisper into his ear, "Can't mommy commend her little slut for being a pretty boy?" Your teeth gnaw at the tip of his ear. He lets out a muffled groan and nods his head. The non-verbal answer wasn't enough of an answer to you, so you smack his ass again. "Use your words."

His reaction was a yelp and a bite on his own lower lip. Douma lets out a whine, "Yes mommy."

After crooning the word "good" you caress his ass cheeks lovingly and then reach over him to grab the lubricant that was next to his head. The sound of a click was heard when you opened the lid. You squeeze the clear liquid out of the tube and drizzle it onto Douma's hole and onto your fingers. The cold sensation of the lube was enough to have his cheeks turning red from embarassment.

How you accomplished in getting him to be put in this position he didn't know or couldn't remember. Either way he knew that he wanted to get this over with fast. He didn't want for anyone finding out about this compromising situation.

Your finger slowly penetrated his hole and it was met with slight resistance. A frown came over your face as you pushed it in further till it was at your knuckle.

"Your little ass doesn't want to be stretched out, baby. Are you making this harder for mommy?" You coos and grin almost evilly when you see Douma's thighs tensing up.

"No I'm not trying to," He tries to explain but you interrupt him.

"Then relax and let mommy do her job you slut." With those final words, you add another finger into him. The additional digit does cause a slight sting to course through his body. However it is easily forgotten when your fingers are pumping back and forth. The wet sounds of squelching resonating in the room.

Douma hides his face into the pillow, muffling his high-pitched moans, and whines. Fuck it was so embarrassing and emasculating but it felt so good. The way the tips of your fingers were almost touching his prostate with each thrust had him on edge. He could feel his cock stirring and growing to a full mast. Douma whimpered when you sped up your pace and your fingers were just barely prodding at his sweet gland. Your eyes look up just in time to see your lover hiding his face into the pillow. You weren't pleased to see that. You wanted to hear those sounds. Your free hand snatches his platinum hair by the root of his scalp and you pull on it. Successfully you move his head away from the pillow and crane it up allowing for him to let out those gasps and moans freely.

You add in another finger, pumping three of them inside of Douma's stretched out ass. "Let me hear you moan for me you whore."

A gasp came from him when your fingers were now deep inside. It was to the point where they actually pressed onto his prostate. He lets out a tremulous moan, "Fu-Fuuck!" and rocks his hips towards your fingers. When you pushed in, he would push back, encouraging you to keep doing what you were doing.

His multi-colored eyes were becoming glassy and brimming with tears by the time you had deemed him good enough to take your "cock" You pull them out with a lewd "pop" and reach to grab the base of his hard cock beginning to please it with rapid strokes. Douma's legs shake from the quick change of stimulation, but he doesn't falter from his knelt position.

You pant into his ear, "Such a good slut, a good slut for mommy. Hmm... I wanna fucking ruin you Douma. You want me to stick my cock in your ass now baby?" He nods, forgetting to use his words, which drove you to stop stroking his cock. He lets out a sob when you do that. "I said to use your words."

Douma moans, "Yes mommy! Mommy fuck me with your cock!"

Your mouth grew into a wicked smile as you croon, "Aww... looks like someone must have lost their manners. You forgot to,"

He interjects, "Please! Please f-fuck me with your cock, mommy!"

You flip him over onto his back because you wanted to be able to see his face when he cums from you fucking him. Douma looked exceptionally pretty right now. His chest was flushed red, cheeks were tinted the same color, and his eyes... his beautiful colorful eyes were brimming with tears. The cock he would use to fuck you into submission was leaking with precum against his stomach.

Your hand grabs the silicone black strap-on by the base and you rub it together with Douma's cock. He sighs and spreads his legs wider to accommodate for you. "Good boys use their manners when they want something. You're gonna be a good boy for me while I fuck you?"

He eagerly nods his head and doesn't forget to speak this time. "I will be a good boy for you mommy." His eyes lower down to the dick that you picked out and he tenses up when he sees it's the same size as his own cock. If not then a little longer. Douma knew the hell he put you through with adjusting to his monstrous dick. Maybe that's why you chose this one to even out the score. "M-Mommy, I-I don't know if that's going to fit..."

"Hm? It will fit baby." You answer his concern while slicking the silicone cock with lube. "Mommy won't hurt you, she promises. Now... I'm going to put the tip in okay?"

He timidly nods his head and watches as you align the tip to his entrance. The girth of the thing is downright intimidating. He grunts when you push the tip in through the ring and tosses his head back on the pillow. Your voice shushes him and softly tells him to calm down. Douma's internally grateful when you gently thrust forward and take your time with him. He's actually apologetic for not being considerate when it came to you being fucked. His claws dig into the futon underneath him and pulls at the cloth.

You tenderly caress his thigh, your voice purring, "There, there my sweet baby. I have to go a little deeper and then we can really get this started. Let me know how it feels."

Douma's a little hesitant to continue with this, but he doesn't say anything to stop it. Rather he accepts his fate by feeling you slide in further into his body the girth of the toy stretches his hole. He gasps as he feels the tip of the cock rubbing right up against his sweet spot. When you decide to jut your hips forward a little the tip of the toy presses firmly on it and causes him to let out a long drawn out moan.

"Aah~" He bites down on his bottom lip with his teeth so hard that blood pools out from it. Douma takes a hold of his cock in his hand and starts to stroke it up and down. He trembles underneath you, licking his lips and wriggling his hips. His voice is unsteady when he asks you, "C-Can you move now mommy please?"

You lean forward to kiss his lips and murmur, "Such a polite slut, yes I can, baby." Your tongue enters his mouth without a fight from him. He seemed to be submitting to you quite easily. As you two suck on each other's tongues, you pull the cock out halfway and then slam your hips forward.

Douma moans loudly into the kiss and his hands immediately grab your ass to bring you closer. The tip of the cock prods at his prostate, the slight pressure of it makes his head fuzzy. You pull your mouth away from his and watch as the cock rams into Douma's hole. Each and every merciless thrust has your demonic lover moaning in bliss.

"Ah, ah, ah, s-so fucking good mommy. Yes mommy, fuck," His voice sounded desperate as he laid there receiving your hard thrusts.

Your hand went up to his chest and stroked his nipple. You let out a pleased hum, and stopped your thrusts for a moment. You pulled your hips back for the cock to be buried into him halfway. Afterwards you gathered a glob of spit from your mouth and spat onto his puckered hole. In a flash your hips were pounding into his own. The wet sounds, in credits to the spit, were resounding in the room.

Douma's pale face had a red tint across his cheeks. He whined and let go of his cock to grip the bed sheets underneath him. "Fuck, fuck," He moans out as he laid there getting fucked by you.

"My pretty fucking slut, taking my dick like a champ. Oh, mommy's so proud of her little slut."

The demon couldn't stop his moans, not with you abusing his prostate gland with your cock. "Yes, yes, f-fuck, oh I'm going to cum. Mommy can I cum?"

You cooed, "Yes you can cum for mommy baby."

Douma's hand flies back down to his leaking cock and gives the base a tight squeeze. His thumb teases his tip, smearing the translucent syrup on it. He closes his eyes for a moment as he visualizes your warm pussy on his cock. Fuck, your tight cunt riding him into a fit of ecstasy. The fantasies he had of your pussy turn into you fucking him with this toy of a cock you had on. In his mind, you were knelt behind him and had positioned him onto all fours. Like a dog. You had him on his stomach and you were ramming him from behind instead of right now on his back.

His thighs would be shaking from how long they've been stuck in just that one position. Because when he'd fuck you he'd have you endure it. Knowing that your strength wasn't on par to his own. Douma would be inconsiderate of your exhaustion and keep fucking you until he wanted to stop.

Maybe this was his karma right now. You fucking him like he was some sort of lowly bitch.

He was a lowly bitch. He was your bitch.

The teasing to his tip turns into him stroking his cock rapidly. The wet slick noises he makes is almost enough to make him cum. Just almost. The demon's prism colored eyelids open to watch himself play with his dick. He whimpers a few more times, before tossing his head back on the pillow.

You look up at his face just in time to see Douma's eyes rolling to the back of his head. His mouth parted into an "O" shape and dry sounding gasps of air coming out. The hand you had on his nipple went up to his neck and gripped it tight. As tight as you, a human, could do towards a powerful demon like him. Except Douma wasn't as strong as he usually was right now. Not with you using him to your own pleasure and fucking him ruthlessly.

You squeezed his throat strong enough for him to choke and frantically utter the words, "Fuck, fuck, I'm cumming," his voice gets higher and more desperate, "I'm cumming~"

Your thrusts never relent even when he cums all over his abdomen and into his hand. Streams of white paints his alabaster skin. You slow down when his hand slows down on his cock. At the same time the two of you come to a full and complete stop. Douma's hand languidly holding his dick, while you were half-way sheathed into your lover's ass.

"Ha... ha... hah... f-fuck that felt so good Y/N."

"Glad that felt good for you Douma, but guess what?" His eyes look to you curiously, to which you calmly respond, "Mommy didn't cum."

— ENMU

Enmu always looked pretty on an everyday basis. Though it was when you convinced him to dress up in a black lace bra and thong with a garter belt, you were starstruck by his figure. You were accustomed to seeing Enmu wearing his usual suit jacket and tight pants. However, you were surprised to see how "womanly" his physique was. While your lover did possess the anatomy of a man, his structure was fairly similar to a woman's. He had thick porcelain thighs, round hips, and a tiny waist that curved. The undergarments he wore exposed his pudgy stomach that added to the image of his effeminate body.

You had him sitting on the bed with his legs parted. In between his thighs was a small lump underneath the black panties he wore.

"Are you sure you're not a woman? I know that some demons can change their sexes." You say as you run your hands up his thighs and hover your mouth over his cock.

Enmu shudders from the ghost of your breath on his hot, restrained erection and he answers, "Only the strongest of demons can change their gender, my darling, demons like Lord Muzan."

You sigh and pout up at him, "Hm... what a pity then. I will just have to improvise it seems."

He cocked his head to the side to your words, and his eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. You noticed his inquisitive expression, but didn't verbally respond to him. Rather you let your tongue flatten against the bulge through the panties he wore. Your warm, wet flesh rubbing against his clothed shaft in a slow, teasing glide. Enmu lets out a high-pitched moan and spreads his legs slightly wider to accommodate for you. Your tongue then curved to stick itself underneath the fabric of the panties to touch his rigid cock.

"A-Ah, oh mommy... mommy please." He pleads.

You pull your mouth away from his cock and he whined when you did that. "I forgot just how sensitive your little dick was to my mouth princess."

Enmu's cock twitched underneath the panties and he shrunk his form into the bed. He covered his eyes with his arm and pleaded, "Mom-mommy please use your mouth... ha... on my cock please."

You hum and hook your fingers on the straps of the thong tugging it down. Enmu helped you in taking off the piece of fabric by swiping a clawed nail through the strings. His method was quicker and easier for you to have access to his cock. Unlike some demons, possibly due to him being a lower rank, his cock was average sized. It was roughly five inches when erect and had some girth to it. Although you thought it was cute and matched with Enmu's effeminate appearance. A decent sized cock for a pretty boy.

Your pretty boy.

A warm and wet feeling engulfs Enmu's dick before he could even think. He arches his back up from the bed and lets out a long keen. His cheeks turn red and body grows hot. The effeminate demon covers his mouth with his hand, shyly turning his head away from the sight of you sucking him off. His thighs quiver like a leaf and a hand grips onto the bedsheet.

"Hm! Hm!" He moans into his palm. Enmu jerks his hips up subtly towards your mouth.

Your tongue was twisting around his shaft like a piece of candy. It collected a glob of his semen and spat it back onto his cock. Then you took his dick back into your mouth and lowered your head further. Enmu gasps, stunned by his head prodding at the back of your throat. You gag, but you don't push him away. Instead you go down further until he's sitting snug in your throat. Just to tease him you clench your throat muscles around his cock.

"O-Oh! Darl- mommy!" He cries out and feels a fire pooling in his stomach. "I'm going to cum mommy, s-stop please!"

Thankfully, for him, you remove your mouth from his dick. Enmu whips his head down to you, his eyes take a mental picture of your swollen lips covered in spit. He doesn't mind. The sight only attracts him to you. He cups your face in his hands and connects your lips for a tender sweltering kiss. Both of you moan as hands desperately finds places to touch each other. His hands search till they find your hips to pull you on top of him. Your hands explore his body until they find purchase on his round ass.

You trail a finger in the crevice of his cheeks to the rim of his hole. To test him out you trace the puckered rim with the tip of your finger. He jolts and follows your finger by rocking his ass towards it. As your tongue dominates Enmu's uncoordinated mouth your finger prods at his hole.

Enmu pulls his mouth away from yours just to whisper, "M-Mommy can I please just ride your cock?"

"Hm? Ride my dick now? But princess, I have to stretch out your pretty ass." Your hands grab at his globes and squeezes them. "I would hate to hurt you baby."

He presses on, "We don't have to prepare me mommy. I-I just really want... I really want you to fuck me."

You didn't want to argue with him so you shrug your shoulders and flip positions with him. You position yourself to lie on the bed with a pillow beneath you and your legs spread. You wore a strap-on, a thick and heavy cock between your thighs.

"Get the balm then princess, I don't want to hear about you being sore later."

Enmu makes quick work to grab the balm and rubs it onto his hole. Once he's satisfied with how generously he applied the lubricant to his hole, the demon grabs the base of the cock and guides the tip to his ass. His puckered hole hovers above the tip of the cock as he lowers himself onto it. Just the head of it stretches his hole to the width of it.

Your hands caress his waist and voice murmurs soft praises. He had this look of discomfort on his face, though you knew Enmu wasn't in pain. He could take a cock up the ass. He's proven this to you a few times before now. If he was truly in danger, he would let you know immediately. As you read his body language it didn't appear to be any of the sort. Your eyes look down at where the toy is entering his ass slowly.

"It's almost all in baby, oh my goodness, my sweet little princess. You're taking my cock so well." You say as he whimpers from being so full of your strap-on. "Just a little more baby, yes that's it. Oh! Is it all in?" You sit up from the bed, your chests touching and stroke his skin on his stomach with your thumbs in circles.

Enmu was fully seated on the cock and his head felt fuzzy when the tip of it was poking at his prostate. His eyes were glazed over, with his head tilted to the side. In a soft voice he stuttered, "Y-Yes mommy all of it is inside of me... fuck it's s'big."

The lower rank demon starts to bounce on your lap. His hands holding onto your shoulder for leverage. As he lifted his hips up, you brought yours down and together you both had established a rhythm. You glide your fingers from his tiny waist to his round ass cheeks and you squeeze them in your hands. Then you spread them apart while your lover rides your cock til his heart was content.

"Ah, haaaa, hm, f-fuuck!" He whimpers. "Ha, ha, ahhh, riding your cock feels so good mommy. I-I love it when you let me ride you."

"You love riding my cock pretty?" You ask him to which he nods his head. "Me too, I love seeing your ass ride my dick."

Your mouth ghosts a warm gasp of air on his chest. You stick out your tongue and trace the shape of his nipples through the lace bralette he was wearing. Enmu pushes his chest closer to your mouth as he pulls down the cup to let you suck on it. He body sputters as he rides you, though he doesn't halt his movements. The effeminate demon moans loudly when your hand slapped his ass.

Enmu rides you faster and harder. The way he's moving is so determined, so desperate, and needy as he seeks for his release. You bite down on his hard nipple before pulling away and hastily fiddling with the connectors behind his back. The two of you are panting heavily. When you get the bra unhooked you take it off of him and shove Enmu down onto his back on the bed. His head hangs off from the edge of it, also he was slightly confused as to why you would change positions on him so suddenly. He receives an answer when you pull your hips back and sharply pound into him.

He lets out a drawn-out shriek and perches his legs onto your shoulders. His ankles crossing behind your head. Enmu is borderline floating at this point. His mind is cloudy of any sense of reality, his skin is prickling and he's not capable of coming up with any coherent sentences. All he does while you fuck him like an animal is let out babbles and pleads for you to keep going.

"Y-Yes, 'eep 'oing, mommyyyy, fuck mommyyyy, fuck me 'ust like that, don't stop... don't... sssstop!"

"I wanna see... fuck, your mouth suck your cock baby, hm shit! Suck your cock while I fuck you."

Enmu doesn't waste any time, he conjures up a mouth to show on his palm and places it on the tip of his cock. The tongue laps at the salty beads, the cum he tastes in his own mouth and lowers his hand down to swallow his entire length. It felt warm and wet though it was nothing compared to when you would suck his sensitive cock. Your mouth just felt better. Although the double stimulation is too much for him. Your cock ramming into his sensitive gland, and his mouth sucking his own cock causes him to experience electricity flowing through his veins. His legs tense up on your shoulders and back arches up from the bed. A needy whine erupts from his mouth when he comes into the mouth on his hand.

You were fucking him until you noticed that he went completely still on you. Gradually you stop ramming into him and pull the cock out of his ass. Enmu pants, trying to catch his breath, same as you. You cup his cheek into your hand before leaning in and kissing his lips. You could taste a faint hint of saltiness on his tongue. His arms wrap around your neck to deepen the kiss. For a moment, that's all you two do is just swap spit and moan into each other's mouth.

Just then you detach your lips from his to ask, "Did you just cum?"

Enmu timidly nods his head and breathed, "I didn't mean to come without your permission mommy. It just felt so good."

— AIZETSU

You had finally achieved in getting Aizetsu alone with you. After a week of asking him and getting interrupted before the two of you even got a chance to take off your clothes. His other counterparts seemed to have an inkling of whenever you two were about to get down to it. As they seemed to interrupt at the worst of times.

Though tonight you had something special planned for Aizetsu. It was something you talked about with him before and at first he was very reluctant to the idea. The fear of him being heard moaning like a dog in heat, whining like a baby, and whimpering from the pleasure all because a woman would be fucking him was humiliating. It took you some time to ease Aizetsu into having you be the dominant in bed. Once you did fully gain his trust, you decided that tonight he was ready.

You shoved led Aizetsu into your room and slid the door shut behind you. The only light that was in your room was the dim candles you had placed. The demon of sorrow sat quietly on your bed, shirtless, and awaiting for you to join him. His hands reached out for yours, and when they connected he pulled you onto his lap then lowered himself onto his back on the bed. A warmth was blooming on his cheeks as he looked away from you shyly.

"I'm sorry, I just can't believe that we will be doing this. It worries me that the others might hear." He was telling you of his worries and concerns, but you weren't paying attention.

Your lips were kissing on the tip of his pointed ear. A place that you knew he was sensitive at. The demon gasps when your mouth lowered to his earlobe and sucked harshly on the fleshy piece. Followed by that was a pathetic sounding whine. He could feel his cock in his pants growing and twitching for attention. Aizetsu was reaching down to free his cock from the confinement of his pants, but you saw and was quick to swat his hand away.

He opens his mouth to rebut your action, and you instantly shut him up by closing your mouth on his. Your tongue invading his mouth and tasting his spit. You weren't watchful in regards to his sharp fangs, so when his teeth cut your lower lip you didn't flinch. Regardless of the blood that trickled out of your mouth and dribbled into his. The sweet metallic taste of your blood entered his mouth and onto his taste buds. He was struck by you not stopping the kiss but making it more forceful and rough with him. The blood that was previously dribbling was now coming into a stream in his mouth. On instinct he was drinking it up.

For some reason it felt like you were voluntarily feeding him your blood. In a way that he couldn't explain, the feeling of it aroused him greatly. Aizetsu took a gentle hold of your hand and led it down to his erection. As your lips danced with fervor, your hand squeezed on his sensitive cock and kneaded it through his clothes.

"Hm! Hmm!" He whines, thrusting his hips up into your palm. His mouth released yours with a wet "pop" sound and his tongue poked out of his mouth like a thirsty puppy. His blue eyes appeared to have darkened by lust just from the kiss alone. "M-More please," He begged.

You licked away the blood staining your lips before you say, "You want more baby? What do you want for mommy to do?"

Aizetsu exhales shakily and requests, "I-I want your hand on my cock please... and I really need your m-mouth."

"You want and you need. That's to be expected from a pitiful whore like you." Your eyes glimmer as you watch him pout and squirm underneath you. "What about what mommy wants and needs? Don't you care about what I want 'Zetsu?"

He nods his head eagerly and bites back a moan when your hand squeezes his cock again. "Mhm! Yes, yes, mommy."

"So let's come to an agreement," you began while pulling down the waistband of his pants to free his cock. "Since you want my hand on your cock, and need my mouth, I want to fuck you with my cock and need to see you cum from it." Aizetsu whimpers pathetically, becoming agitated with you purposefully stalling. He was hoping you'd just please him already. "Are you going to let me fuck you with my cock and watch you cum all over it?" You pull his pants down his legs and once they're fully off you toss them over your head onto the floor behind you.

Again he nods his head, "W-Whatever you want to do with me mommy. I don't mind, I'm yours for tonight mommy."

"Such a good boy, my pretty little slut." You coo as you leisurely run your hands up and down his toned thighs.

His cock in your eyes looked absolutely beautiful. If there was such a thing as the perfect cock, Aizetsu's would be it. The foreskin of it was a nice shade of a tawny brown, and enhanced by thick pulsating veins. His tip was a dusty rose pink, the bulbous head of it currently flushed, and leaking translucent pearls. He was a generous length, curved shaft, and ample girth. His balls were the size of takoyakis and hairless. Plus he had no hair on his pubic. All in all he was perfect.

Your lips kiss the inner parts of his thighs on both sides. Not one spot was left untouched. As you neared closer to his dick, a wicked smile grew on your face as you knew what was to come. Your mouth divided your lips and tongue stuck out to lick at his balls. Aizetsu breathes in sharply then moans, his hip slightly twitches. You let out a pleased hum just as you nurse his sack into your mouth. He shamelessly whines upon the arousing feeling of his balls being suckled and nibbled on.

You don't just give one ball a special treatment, you give it to the opposite as well. Your tongue licks at it and mouth sucks on it like a hard candy. You release it with a wet smack, pleased to know that his sack was covered in your saliva. Aizetsu's hand strokes on his muscular abdomen, clawed fingers subtly scratching at his tan skin and consciously stimulating himself. His cock twitches for attention, attention that you would give to it soon.

The demon breath hitches in excitement when your mouth slithers up from his sack to the head of his cock. Your plush lips nudge against his bulbous tip, gliding your bottom lip along the shape of it to smear his cum on it. Shamelessly you rubbed your lips together as if you were applying a lip stick and smiled devilishly at the sorrowful demon.

"Hmm~ 'Zetsu how does mommy look with your cum on her lips?" You pucker your lips to him, and hold his shaft in your hand.

As you give your demon languid strokes, your tongue drag across your lips to taste his essence. Aizetsu's body shudders at the sight, how could you be pretty like an angel but dirty like a devil? He couldn't understand it.

He replies to your question, answering in a shaky voice, "Y-You look s-so beautiful with my cum mommy..."

You squeal in delight at his response and part your lips to flatten your tongue on the veins on his length. You traced each vein with the tip of your tongue from beginning to the end. Aizetsu was shaking from it all. Your mouth envelopes the side of his cock and suck on the tender foreskin. Afterwards you move your mouth to the tip and give him wet sucks. The timid demon lets out a drawn-out sigh.

You begin to bob your head up and down, allowing for your spit to slather his cock in it. It was a sloppy blowjob, but Aizetsu preferred for it to be that way. This you knew was a fact from long ago.

Aizetsu's hips twitched as your mouth sucked on his rigid and leaking cock. The saltiness of his cum lingered on your tongue as you lapped at the taste. He was experiencing leg quivering pleasure from how good you were sucking him off. Little sounds of whimpers emitted from the demon as he laid on the bed.

"Feels s'good... hahhh... oh you're making me sound so weak. Just from you... ugh... oh fuck... sucking my cock like thaaat." He moans loudly when you take all of him into your throat. The tip of your nose touching his pubic bone. Aizetsu's eyes start to sting and for the first time tonight you have him crying. He "Ff-fuck! F-fuck! You're taking me so deep in your mouth... hah... ohhh..." He throws his head back when you start to move your head again. A tear rolls down his right cheek.

Your hands were rested on his inner thighs to keep him spread. One hand went to his ass hole, and there you encircle your finger on his rim. You don't penetrate it, but you do give him a sign that your finger is there. Aizetsu keeps on letting out moans while he reaches his left hand out to blindly search for something. He pats along his surroundings till it comes across a slim tube and he grabs it with a haste. He hands the item to you, and you use it to spread a clear substance on his rim.

It's cold, but it's not too frigid to have him complaining. His body feels like it's on fire right now. Your mouth sucking him off and your fingers about to enter him. Aizetsu's hand lays on the top of your head to gently guide you to move your mouth faster around his dick. While you're not gagging on him yet, your jaw is becoming tired from the fixed position it's in.

"I'm sorry, I'm sss-sorry for doing thiss... ha... haaa... a-ah! Hng!" At the end of his sentence he's surprised when your finger penetrates him without a warning. The demon's gasps and squirms on the bed, more tears rolling down his cheeks. He's so distracted by it that he accidentally stops moving your head.

Your mouth pops off of his dick and finally you're free. To compensate for stopping you give Aizetsu's cock your hand and stroke it. You have one hand stroking his cock, and a finger touching his gummy walls on the inside. Your finger curves upwards and presses down on a firm spot; Aizetsu's mind gets cloudy. He just lays on the bed moaning like a slut. His blue eyes turn dark and unfocused because of you fingering him so well.

The way he's squirming on the bed and crying was honestly cute in your mischievous eyes. "I wish you could see yourself now Aizetsu. I haven't even fucked you yet, and you're so damn whiny for me. Squirming on the bed, and crying... I wonder what your counterparts would think seeing you like this." You squeeze your hand tighter on his cock, "They'll probably think you're a weak demon for letting a human like me reduce you into a whimpering slut."

He tries to ignore your words, so you insert another finger into his ass and proceed to speed up your thrusts. The demon's breath hitches at the same time his eyes widen in shock. His head thrashes from side to side, letting out high-pitched whines before he brings a hand up to his mouth to muffle his sounds. He couldn't believe that you made that come out of him.

"Hm! Hm! Hmmm!!"

"What? You don't believe they'll think of you like that?" You slide your fingers out of his hole and flip his body over onto his stomach. "Hands and knees then, arch that back for me you pathetic demon."

Aizetsu scrambles to hold himself on his hands and knees and arching his back just as you told him to. He jolts when your hand slaps his ass cheek not once, not twice, but several times. The demon is confounded by your aggressiveness. Although it doesn't weaken the erection between his legs. He looks over his shoulder to see you looking down at something and moving your hands around. He doesn't know what you're doing not until a firm press is against his ass hole.

The sorrowful demon's hole is widened by the toy cock you push into it. His hole stretches to the width of it. He could feel that the tip was small, but the girth gradually grew wider the further you slid in. When you're buried to hilt, you rock your hips forward letting him feel just how deep you were in him.

"Fuuuuck... w-what the fff-fuck?"

"Let's put on a show for your counterparts 'Zetsu." You tell him.

"H-Huh?" Was his response.

You pulled your hips back and slammed deep into him. He lurched forward, gasping sharply and his claws embedding into the bed sheets. You repeated the action again, and again, and again. You only stopped when the cock came out of his hole, but you just rammed it back inside and took control of it. Your hand twisted into Aizetsu's black wavy locks, tugging him back while you pummeled forward. Sounds of clapping resonated when your hips made contact.

"Come, on, baby! Make some- fuck- fucking noise!" You growl.

"Aah! Aaah! Aaah! Oooh fuck!" His voice was wobbly because of you fucking into him like a brute. His dick was dripping beads of white onto the bed underneath him. His blue eyes rolled into the back of his head, body tensing up when the cock was stroking his gland at every thrust. "Mmm! Y-Yes! Y-Yes!"

A hand slapped on his ass cheek. Then the one from his hair went to grab his cock to stroke it rapidly matching the speed to your strokes. Aizetsu whimpers nonstop and sobs pitifully into a pillow. The way you're fucking him is too much for him to handle. He drools onto the pillow, his voice is turning into rasps. Due to him wailing and whining.

Your thumb draws tight quick circles on his tip then prods at the peak. You start to chuckle watching Aizetsu's body start to go limp and just mindlessly throwing his ass back on your cock. You bite down on your bottom lip and bury yourself into his ass; going still. The hand on Aizetsu's cock squeezes his middle section and jostles it around. Then you use it to play with his balls and it's when you that, when Aizetsu releases streams of white on the blankets.

He ejaculates with a soft, tired moan coming out of his mouth. Your hand is covered in his sticky syrup when you pull it away. You flip the demon over onto his back, seeing him panting heavily with his chest rising and falling. His face is ruined with dry tear tracks on his cheeks.

"Are you okay Aizetsu?" You used his name rather than the nickname, because you were worried that you actually broke him. You shook his body urgently, "Aizetsu? Baby?"

He takes your cum-covered hand in his own and holds it up to his lips. He kisses your fingers and sucks off his cum from one of them. After his mouth has cleaned off your fingers, he rasps, "I'm okay... th-that felt really g-good Y/N."

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Do you think Crowley is mean to Muriel? My gf says he is a little mean but tbh I don't see it. He wants everyone gone so he can have alone time with Aziraphale, and Muriel is not a friend. They're sweet and all, but they were happy to spy on Crowley and Aziraphale and rat them out to Heaven, and they adore the Metatron quite obviously. Muriel isn't evil, just incredibly naive and as caught in the manipulative system just like Aziraphale is, in a way, but they work for that system and they seem to do it happily. They did help Crowley in Heaven, but that doesn't make them friends especially since as I said Muriel is clearly pro Metatron or too naive to be against him. If I were Crowley, I'd want them gone as fast as possible, too 😅 And they don't get the hint the first time with Crowley talking about "us time" so he just gets a little more direct, but that's about as direct as he can get with Aziraphale, too, and as he is with Maggie and Nina, and it's never mean or rude, yk? Just grumpy, in his lovable way. That's how I always read it. I'd love to hear your thoughts on it 😁

* fogot to add: it's nothing personal, Muriel's just doing their job and Crowley knows it, they even helped him (more or less willingly) but they're still working for Heaven.

Hey there, really interesting question! or I'd say two questions: A) Is Crowley mean to Muriel, and B) is that justified?

imo, Crowley & Muriel can basically be summed up by this moment:

"Yay, bully for you." *turns away to go back to cursing heaven*

Crowley, well... he is mean to Muriel. But it's in the way you are when you recognize it's not the person's fault you personally find them annoying, and you don't want to actually make them feel bad. He knows! He knows it's not their fault they're such a neon sign of everything he hates about heaven, that they're so brainwashed and ignorant, and cheerful about it.

But the fact is, Crowley manipulates the heck out of Muriel! And he's downright disrespectful about it, doesn't ever bother to give them a good story, he just says confident nonsense, knowing Muriel has no choice but to take his word for it. He takes advantage of their naivete and uses them for his own ends. That's not exactly nice!

^ tell me that's not condescending as hell lmao

But on the other hand... Yeah, Muriel is a spy for heaven! Not only that, but they've been sent here knowing absolutely nothing about earth. Their very presence is an insult! Crowley and Aziraphale have been here for 6000 years, and heaven still thinks that just the baseline of 'being an angel' makes someone good enough to outmaneuver them? Rude af. So, it's not all that out of line for Crowley to give heaven the same level of respect they showed his side.

But that still leaves Muriel stuck in the middle, getting used by both sides.

I think Crowley is intentionally only seeing Muriel as a tool—one of Heaven, but one that he can use to their advantage. He doesn't want to be sympathetic to them—they are a danger, and Crowley's also got his personal issues around how he seems to have only let himself get attached to one other being.

Yet, there's this moment where he seems to sympathize with them, despite himself:

and another one, when Saraqael shows up and it seems like he's gotten Muriel in trouble, he starts to jump in to defend them. That seems kind.

"shh, don't say anything without a lawyer present."

That final bookshop scene is what you seem to be focusing on though, so let's get there.

Crowley has been hyped up on manic energy all night, all week really, and finally all of this is almost but not quite over, he just wants so badly to finally be alone with Aziraphale and re-establish their status quo. He barely has the patience to even be fake-polite to Muriel (especially now they're being bubbly about the Metatron, who's already on Crowley's shit list and just you wait buddy), he wants them to go away. Maybe it also isn't any fun to manipulate them anymore now he's sympathized with them that little bit.

The pretense is paper thin, but Muriel doesn't get it until he drops it entirely:

This is the first time Muriel's fully cottoned on to the fact that Crowley isn't being Nice anymore. And it's possible Crowley feels bad about it, because when Muriel still tries to stay in the bookshop, he gets dramatic about it, but still reigns himself back in for his next attempt.

The really interesting moment comes when Muriel actually asks for something. Asks to take an earth thing with them, asks to learn. That finally gets Crowley's attention, it's the first time he looks away from the window (Aziraphale) for a reason that isn't telling Muriel to shoo. Long enough to not only look at them properly, but give them enough personal thought that he recommends them a book.

Listen, I love Crowley, but he's kind of an asshole! He's impatient and condescending and manipulative... and yet, when it comes down to it, he cares. All of that can be true.

#crowley #muriel #good omens meta #v watches good omens #good omens 2 #vee replies #anon and on and on

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How much do you think the Signal’s debut shook the supervillains, and indeed all criminals, of Gotham? He destroyed their longstanding definition of a Gotham vigilante. All the rules went out the window. From now on, apparently anything goes.

[Early morning in a plain, modest safehouse. Jonathon Crane cracks his eyes open, yawns, slowly gets up and groggily shuffles to the kitchen/dining area, where he takes out a cup and prepares to use the coffee machine. Behind him his scientific equipment and notes are arranged neatly on the counter. A relaxed Duke is taking photos of them.]

Duke: (jovially) Good morning.

Jon: Good morning.

Jon:

Jon: Who the hell are you?!

Duke: I’m the Signal! (pats symbol proudly) The newest hero in town.

Jon: (blinks, still half-asleep) Like… the Bat-Signal?

Duke: Yeah, I’ve got this whole light theme going on.

Jon: But - it - it’s 6:30 AM.

Duke: Yep. Turns out crime doesn’t just vanish when the sun comes up, so I patrol in the daylight hours. The night shift has seven people; the day shift should have at least one, right?

Jon: But you’re a Bat! Bats don’t do that!

Duke: Actually, some species of bat, like fruit bats, are diurnal. I got precedent.

Jon, on the verge of a breakdown: Okay, okay, look. I have lost a great deal of sleep lately evading capture by the frankly ridiculous number of vigilantes active at night. You’re a teenager, a student with a very strenuous job. Surely you understand what sleep deprivation feels like.

Duke: I do.

Jon: Just please, please let me have my coffee.

[A weighted pause. Duke narrows his eyes, then softens.]

Duke: You get one cup.

Jon: Thank you.

[He makes his cup of coffee and lovingly inhales the smell. Just as he’s about to drink it, Duke bats it out of his hand like a cat. It smashes on the floor.]

Jon: YOU -

[Duke quickly cuffs him.]

Duke: Stop! Making! Trauma: The Inhalant! That’s all you have to do, man!

***

[Duke is fighting Poison Ivy in her greenhouse of killer plants.]

Duke, popping out the blades in his escrima sticks: Your vines are no match for my bat-chet blades!

Ivy: Great, another one who puns.

[She sends a new wave of vines, but he gracefully slices and weaves through them. Too gracefully. His reflexes are faster than even Batman’s. Curious as scientists are wont to be, she halts her attack, and then suddenly, silently strikes with a vine straight at the back of his head. He cannot possibly sense it coming. He ducks.]

Ivy: Wait… oh God, you can’t predict movements before they happen with crazy extreme ninja training like Black Bat, can you? I’m not fighting another Bat like that. No way.

Duke: Oh, no, no, no, don’t worry. I’m not nearly as well-trained as Black Bat. I just have superpowers.

Ivy: You what?

Duke: I’m a metahuman. I’ve got superpowers.

Ivy: But you’re a Bat! Bats don’t do that!

Duke: I get that a lot.

Ivy: Well, what superpowers?

Duke: I’m not telling you all about my powers - I’m literally fighting you - but basically I can process light differently. Part of that is seeing where it’s been, the past, and where it will be, the future. I call it ghost vision.

Ivy: How far into the past and future? Hours? Months? Years? Can you see before your birth or after your death? Can you predict other people’s deaths? Watch the rise and fall of civilizations?

Duke, whose ghost vision currently goes under a minute both ways: That’s for me to know and you to… (stares into the middle distance) I believe, never find out.

Ivy: (raises hands) I’ll go to Arkham.

***

[Duke kicks open the door to Edward Nygma's hideout.]

Duke: Give it up, Riddler, I've got a... whoa.

[He trails off as he takes the space in. There are papers - plans, to-do lists, riddles, ciphers, trap and gadget blueprints, maps and more - everywhere, in stacks, folders and scattered loose across every surface. A bin in the corner is overflowing with crumpled pages. Intricate model traps line a shelf, one fallen on the floor. One wall bears a large corkboard with green and purple strings connecting annotated pictures of the Batfamily, including a screenshot of Oracle's digital logo. Edward himself has not reacted whatsoever to Duke's entrance. He's hunched over at his desk, typing away at an expensive computer setup. On one side of him sit many energy drinks, on the other is a massive pile of empty cans. All this detail requires Duke's night vision to see, because the lights are off and the curtains are closed, the only light the computer's cold glow.]

Edward: (only briefly looking up to give him a haughty stare) Yes, yes, the Signal, I've heard. Rest assured, it will be my utmost pleasure to obliterate you in a battle of wits. I just need to finish a couple of things.

Duke: When was the last time you slept?

Edward: (slightly hysterical chuckle) Please. I have transcended my mortal weaknesses thanks to intense focus, indomitable drive and the miracle of stimulants, much as I presume you Bats do. You're in no position to lecture me on getting enough sleep. I mean, you're late, so you're clearly not on top of things.

Duke: What?

Edward: You're meant to be a daytime hero. It's a little late for that, isn't it?

Duke: (concerned) It's 8:00 AM.

[Edward blinks and looks at the clock on his screen. He frowns. He stands up, strides over to the window and opens the curtains, flinching at the bright morning light. Duke notices that he has deep bags under his eyes and looks even more tired than Jon did, but his movements are as energetic as ever. He stretches and winces from back ache.]

Edward: Ah. So it is. ...What day is it?

Duke: (more concerned) Monday?

Edward: Monday?!

Duke: Okay, you've clearly been in the zone for a while. And I know being autistic can make it hard to recognize and interpret your body's messages. When was the last time you ate?

Edward: None of your business. I'm perfect condition.

[He picks up another can. Duke punctures it with a batarang. Edward scoffs and throws it down in indignation.]

Duke: I don't think you should have any more of those. (scans the rooms with X-ray vision) Oh my God, there's no food in here. Did you forget to buy it? Listen, if you come quietly, I'll get you a full breakfast on the way to Arkham.

[Edward is distracted, rummaging through his rooms in search of food.]

Edward: Of course I have food, Duke. It's right... it's somewhere around... (finds the fallen model) oh, I was looking for this!

Duke: No, with my powers I - you know my identity?

Edward: (still distracted, talking increasingly fast) What, like it's hard? I know everyone's except Oracle and the Red Hood. If Jason had survived, he'd be a perfect fit, but he's dead. Now, true, Stephanie is still alive when I distinctly remember visiting her grave, but those are completely different situations. There was a motive to fake her death, to escape the criminal overlords she'd angered with that gang war; I cannot find any such benefit from Jason's faked death and relocation. Stephanie was gone for, like, a year. Jason has yet to return after most of a decade. Even -

Duke: You visited Steph's grave?

Edward: She was a brilliant adversary, I had to pay my respects. Anyway, even if Jason's death was somehow inexplicably faked, he wouldn't have chosen to live only as the Red Hood. Especially who the Red Hood was at first. That would mean sacrificing his close familial relationships and becoming his beloved father and brother's enemy. And why would he ever be a crime lord? It's a radical betrayal of all his values, and based on his backstory, he should resent organized crime. And Batman would never fight his own child. None of it makes any sense! But I can't figure out what else could work. Is he really just a random person the Bats took in in adulthood? So that's been weighing on me. And also -

[He trips over a folder and, weak and lightheaded, crashes to the floor. He's so exhausted that merely lying on a flat surface has him sleeping soundly in an instant, resting his head on a stack of paper. Duke stares at him incredulously.]

Duke: I'm buying you breakfast.

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i'd love to hear ur complaints abt modern geronimo! If u'd like to share that is

Thank you for asking anon, I’d love to share and you have inadvertently entered the dragon’s den/lh

But fr tho, it’s a lot. It’s mostly pertaining to the writing.

The reason why I hate modern Geronimo is in the biggest nutshell possible, they screwed up the original dynamic for the Stiltons, a majority of the books is just one big game of Geronimo torture porn between the other characters, and overall a lot of wasted potential for unique interactions between the wider cast and the rest of the Stiltons as its limited to just Geronimo himself. Hell a lot of the plots could have the input from the other Stiltons if they were brave enough. And there seems to be a new character every few books and there’s no rhyme or substance to it anymore. Since when did trap reproduce???

And you’re telling me von Volt has another relative???? Yk at some point you just stop reading the books. Oh and do not get me started on the Thea problem…

Let me start with the Stiltons real quick, somehow they got worse by watering down their personalities to a bunch of cheap jokes.

What made the classic (or early) books work was that the whole point of Geronimo’s character is that yes he’s a wimp, but that’s because he’s a tired boss who gets dragged into his family’s shenanigans, and by extension his friends and allies around him. Everyone has some eccentric personality that shocks or baffle him in some way, and that’s where the comedy comes from. He’s able to stand on his own because of his duties and eagerness to stay in his comfort zone is where the meat of the interactions come from.

His family especially Trap and Thea were meant to be respective foils to him. Trap consistently bullies him and Thea is meant to be the direct opposite of him, she’s the driving force in the group and has more pants to cover up what Gerry doesn’t have. She’s the one behind a lot of their adventures or scoops, hell she’s also the one who keeps finding them in the first place and drags her family and connections into them which makes sense because that’s her job and also where a lot of the plots start from. She fills out the spots that Gerry doesn’t have. Trap is just pure comic relief and is basically that outside force to the group. Hell the two even have a dynamic of their own where’d they just fight over the most trivial things and that makes us side with Geronimo more because of the ridiculousness of his family, that’s what made it click (to me). Highly recommend you read the early books, it shows the strongest character imo (#1-20).

Now Geronimo has all his autonomy stripped away and he’s been reduced to a nothing but a punching bag for everyone around him. I hope I’m not kidding here but try reading a classic book (let’s say #7 or #26) and compare it to the writing in a modern book (let’s say #46 or #74) it’s very jarring. They put more emphasis on different ways his day is ruined and give him no room to breathe or stand on his own. There’s just no charm to that anymore. There’s no fine line with his relationship with the other characters (Run for the Hills Geronimo is probably the worse one and represents everything I don’t like about the new dynamic)

Now over time that initial draw to action is also done by Trap, which I thought was cool because it still plays into the idea of Geronimo’s family dragging him into their shenanigans and the motives make sense to him specifically. It’s like he keeps getting calls from his relatives on schemes which is fun. But the more you keep reading the modern books the dynamic gets skewed over time and here’s the part I’ve been waiting for…Thea gets shelved completely. And now it’s somehow the GOD DAMN GINGER BROS SHOW?????

Now I think about it, Trap used to be a lot more clever in the classic books as well, he’s essentially a bumbling fool who keeps falling into the wrong situations to make a quick buck which slowly backfires on him. If you know me that well you know I’d call him a less scummier Grunkle Stan. The fact that there’s no Thea to balance it out or at least ground the dynamic to some level feels really annoying now.

You don’t really see much of her anymore as she’s either smiling at the back or doesn’t say more than five lines anymore, which is baffling because she’s the one who can pick up the pace the most. I really wished they showed more of her involvement again…They’re a trio, not a duo…and the books are suspiciously phasing her out to make room for the ginger bros fail routine and it ultimately feels very empty…there’s not much acknowledgement or involvement from her really like they could say she’s busy at mouseford or something but nope! Shelved completely without an explanation or a missed opportunity for a tie-in mention.

So far the only redemption I see is the Mayan Mystery one and the Soccer one where she had a more integral role which are way more recent but it still bothers me that they just shelved her for a majority of the modern run.

Listen if the modern books weren’t cowards she would SOLO all these people

she’d probably have an interesting dynamic knowing that she gets along with everyone well and is technically an adventurer. It’d be such a good parallel to her brother to play off of.

hell it’s even worse in the comics. Like there’s legit no acknowledgment of her at all, when trap is absent that gets an explanation but she’s just suspiciously…gone and the only time she does have a major role is when she’s used as a fake mask for a psyche-out to the villains (I’m sorry but if the comics are gonna pull that shit then I’m baited to believe that Thea and (cat lady) would have a homerotic switcheroo fight akin to Ms.Bellum and Sedusa. SHES THE TOUGHEST AND SMARTEST RODENT, USE HER GODDAMIT)

Idk man I tried reading some of the comics and it never worked out that much, again the dynamic feels suspiciously empty with zero acknowledgment. It’s not the Stiltons it’s just the fucking ginger bros for some reason. It doesn’t feel solid like it used to. I really can’t get into them which is a shame, and tbf why would I want to read a comic where Geronimo goes back in time and helps a colonist do his thing 💀

I’d be very happy if someone here can give me one good reason to get into them somehow, I want to like modern Geronimo, please/s

Look if there’s one character I don’t mind them putting in complete absence it’s probably the unaccompanied minors/s…Or Petunia which makes much more sense since she’s a family friend!

Look I actually like Ben and Bugsy as a duo, I think their whole concept is really wholesome, but the books don’t really push their parts that much, like there’s no meaningful interaction they have with the adults which is a lot of missed potential that or it’s just limited to Geronimo. Like listen I get that the whole point of the books was that it was from Geronimo’s perspective, but it’s not like everyone else was just “present”. They had more active roles and Gerry would just write all his observations down. You want a good example? The Mona Mousa Code.

Still…Benjamin had more charm and a bigger role in the classic books…that boy can hyper fixate and master niche skills in anything and was the emotional rock for Geronimo. But now he just goes along with his uncle being a punching bag routine :/ and I KNOW they could do a lot more for Bugsy here, especially since the paws are practically family friends.

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But you know…I’ll do give it credit here this era has one of my favorite art styles in the series and notably the one I grew up with the most (classic books illustrations still hold more charm imo) but the way action and expression is illustrated is just *chefs kiss* there’s a certain bounce to it that makes it so memorable.

And I’ll do admit all those geography facts (even if it’s just basic facts I mean it’s a kids book) and long detailed lists or charts about a characters detail is really cool and somehow makes it more immersive.

And it’s really nice to see the universe get expanded.

But overall, the writing is not the same anymore, the original dynamic is screwed up, and lots of missed opportunity to round up the cast together. It’s either empty or I’m just getting too old…Maybe I’m just nostalgia-biased in different areas who knows. But that’s pretty all my thoughts I can pull out.

#I now understand how it feels to be a Simpsons or a SpongeBob fan #I would not be suprised if the modern books are written by ghost writers #I could use this in a four hour long video essay #I would if tempted hard enough #thinking about what a friend said I wonder if this would expose the way I characterize the stiltons #been holding this out for a while and also I’ve been busy #trying my best not to fume at the mouth #hope you like me rambling Anon #Keith answers #mouseposting #geronimo stilton #thea stilton

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ONE SHOT IDEA:

You owe Steve a favor so you decide to babysit the Party so he can go on a date, and Eddie tags along. The ENTIRE time Eddie keeps flirting with you, kisses your neck and is basically doing everything he could to gross out the kids

STOP THIS IS SO CUTE

"get a room" ⭒

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summary: while taking up babysitting duty for Steve, Eddie can't seem to keep his hands and lips off of you.

pairing(s): eddie munson x gn!reader

warnings: suggestive, making out(?), allusions to sex, cursing

word count: 1.7k

notes: trying to cheer myself up after the finale 😢also, I kind of got very carried away with this, but I hope you still enjoy it!

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You laid down on Eddie's bed, resting your head on Eddie's chest while watching a horror movie.

"Baby, I hate to tell you this, but this movie sucks." You admit as you sit up from his chest. He gasped deeply and held a hand to his heart dramatically. "What do you mean? This movie's great!" He tries to add a rebuttal as he sits up, pressing his back to the headboard. "Scary movies are supposed to keep you awake and cautious, and I'm over here falling asleep." You reply with a smug smile. "Maybe it's just cause you're boring." He jokingly smiles to you. You gasp dramatically, just like he did before. "How could you?" You jokingly ask, a large smile spread across your face.

He smiled before reaching over and grabbing either side of your waist and pulling you close to him. Laughs emitted your mouth as he wrapped his arms around your side as he pressed small kisses on your neck.

Then, you heard the landline start to ring. "I'll get it." You sigh as you begin to pull away from him and he whines loudly. You jumped off the bed and walked toward the phone on the wall, hearing Eddie groan as he fell back onto his bed. "Hello?" You ask as you pick up the phone and hold it to your ear. "Hey (Y/N)." You hear another voice say on the other line. "Harrington?" You say loudly as Eddie pops his head out from your guy's room. "What's up?" You ask as you see Eddie walk out from your bedroom and sits down on the couch in the living room and turns on the TV there. "So, I need a favor." He asks bluntly. "Really? Now?" You asked, as you laid your head back against the wall.

"Yes now, listen, I've got a date tonight and I need to be there by 8." He said, looking at his watch on his free hand. "And what does that have to do with me?" You asked, your eyebrows furrowing together. "Oh my god." He mutters under his breath as he pressed his forehead against his wrist lying against the wall. "Listen, these kids are here and I am done being the goddamn babysitter, okay?" He speaks quickly, you couldn't see him but you knew that he was speaking with his hands. "What are you talking about Dustin?" You questioned.

"Yes! But it's not just him, it's all the other ones too. They're playing that dumb Dungeons & Demons game." He explained.

"Dragons, Steve." You corrected him.

"Whatever." He complained, dragging out the word. "Listen, these kids need to be monitored, I don't trust them alone." He says. "They're 15, Steve, they're not toddlers." You say, scornful. "Yeah? Well I'm not gonna leave them alone at my house, just waiting to break something!" He says, annoyance laced in his voice. "Why are they at your house?" You said, your volume getting higher and moving your hand as you speak. This caused Eddie to look up at you, wondering if you were actually angry or not.

"I don't know! I thought it was just Henderson at first, then they all came rushing in like mice! They said all their parents wouldn't let them play st their house or something, and it was Henderson's great idea to bring them here." He explained, you could almost laugh wondering what his facial expressions looked like. "Y'know Steve, it says a lot about you that you can't handle a couple of 15 year olds." You smirked as you shook your head.

"You owe me, alright? You wouldn't have that job at Family Video if it weren't for me, and you said you'd make it up to me, remember?" He said, pointing his finger up even though you couldn't see him on the other line. "Oh my god, did you really have to bring that up?" You groan as you pressed your forehead against the wall. "C'mon (Y/N)." He added on. You groaned as you looked up at the ceiling. "Ugh, fine, I'll be there." You give in finally. "Yes! Yes, thank you (Y/N), seriously." He said, almost literally jumping from excitement. "Yeah, yeah, thank me when I get there." You finished as you put the phone back on the wall.

"Soo, what was all that about?" Eddie asks curiously as he stands up from the couch. "Steve wants me to watch the kids while he goes on a date." You tell him, your lips pressing into a tight smile. "What like, Henderson and Wheeler? Those kids?" He asks with his arms crossed and a curious smile on his face. "Yep." You replied with a chuckle. "Well why don't I just go with you? I'll keep you company." He says with a smug smile on his face as he lays his hands on your hips. He bit his bottom lip before reaching down his lips to press soft kisses to the crook in your neck. "C'mon Eddie." You chuckled as you slowly pushed him away. "Fine, fine, I won't do anything but I'm still going with you." He adds, tilting his head as he spoke to you. "Okay." You smiled.

You sighed as you closed the door to the van. You stepped out in front of Steve's large house and made your way to his door, Eddie trailing behind you. You knocked on the door before Steve opened it to you. "Finally." He sarcastically said as he gestured towards you. "Hey, at least we showed up." You replied. "You brought him too?" He rhetorically asked, gesturing towards Eddie standing next to you. "Listen, we are a package deal Harrington, wherever they go, I go." Eddie smirks as he points to you and then back at himself. Steve was about to open his mouth to say something but just put a hand to his forehead before shaking his head. "Y'know what? I don't care, but if I come home and the place is a mess, you are in deep shit (L/N)." He says, pointing a finger at you, but you just push past him and walk inside. "Relax Harrington, I'm a damn good babysitter." You jokingly say to him, holding your hands up. Eddie chuckles at your statement and Steve just sighs. "I'll be back in a couple hours." He says, holding his hand around the door knob. "Alright, have fun!" You say in a singing voice before he closes the door and leaves. "What a worry wart." You joke as Eddie laughs in response.

"Children!" You call out, dramatically cupping your hands around your mouth as you walked into the living room and see Dustin, Lucas, Mike, and to your surprise, Erica, sitting at the dining table playing D&D. "(Y/N)!" Dustin calls out as he stands up from his seat and rushes over to give you a hug. "Hey Henderson." You smile as he pulls away and goes to hug Eddie. You say hello to the rest of the kids and look around the table at their game. "It's great that you're here Eddie, now we can have a Dungeon Master that's actually good." Mike says as Lucas shoots his head over with an offended look on his face. "Dude! You said I was doing good!" He spoke as Mike stuttered, trying to find words to defend himself. "No, No, you were it's just... Eddie's better." He says as Lucas shakes his head.

"No, young warriors, the Master is not playing tonight." Eddie retorted, holding his hand up. He could hear their whines and groans of disappointment as well as them trying to persuade him to reconsider. "No, no, no, boys― and Lady Applejack, this Dungeon Master's only mission right now is to take care of my lovely, partner here." He smiles as he reaches his arms around your waist and press kisses to your neck from behind you. "Eddie." You laughed as you heard the kids groan in disgust and turning their eyes away from you and Eddie. Eddie pulls his lips away from your neck and rests his head on your neck, his arms still securely around your waist.

About an hour had passed, and you were sitting on the couch with Eddie at your side as you watched TV. You heard the kids continuing their journey in D&D, turning your head every time you heard something interesting happen. Eddie shifted his body slightly and put his forearm on the top of the couch and his cheek on his palm, you could feel his eyes burning into you. "What?" You finally asked as you turned to face him. "Nothing." He said, shaking his head. "Just― admiring my favorite thing in the world." He added with a shit-eating grin on his face. You shook your head, looking down at the seat of the couch. He reaches his hand down to your chin and raises up your head as he leans in to press his lips against yours. You hummed against his lips as he pressed further, lying his hands softly on your stomach. You reached your hand up to lie on his cheek, his lips moving along with yours. His hands had reached underneath your shirt and laid on your stomach. The coldness of his rings sends a shiver through your body, causing a smirk to form on his lips.

"Jesus guys, get a room!" Eddie pulls away and looks up at Dustin, who had just yelled from across the room. You pulled away from Eddie and sat up straight on the couch, embarrassment running through your body. "Oh trust me, that would not be fun for you Henderson, there would be sounds you would never recover from hearing." He says with a smug smile spread across his face and all of the kids faces fill with disgust as they all yell.

"Gross dude!" Lucas yells.

"That's disgusting, Eddie!" Dustin yells as he shakes his head.

Eddie laughs as he looks back at you, covering your face with both hands in embarrassment. He grabs ahold of both your hands and pulls them away from your face, revealing an embarrassed smile on your lips. "Oh my god, Eddie." You said quietly, and all he does is laugh in response.

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Taglist: @trashmouth-munson-things @i-dontevenknowman @mossywizardgoblin @stratospherewalker @luvwanda

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TMAGP 10 Thoughts: History Lessons

What an episode. I'd love to do a bit of preamble up front but there is a load to talk about. No one needs me to ramble before the ramble. This will be a long one so buckle in, kids.

Spoilers for episode 10 below the cut.

Another episode that jumps straight into the incident. I really enjoyed this one. Both for its novel format and also for the way it lays the foundations of what's to come. It's also nice to see an incident that is mostly mundane. There was very little in this, outside of an allusion to something more sinister, that was out of the ordinary. A fairly British dude telling a unique British story. However, I don't think there is an awful lot to say here that isn't quickly expanded upon later in the episode or that won't be best served talking about elsewhere.

So let's get to the more interesting bit of this case. For those of you not from here, or a little too young to remember, the reason it's all so authentically British is because Mr. Bonzo is TMP's version of Mr. Blobby. A very real TV show mascot from the 90's. A lot of what was just discussed in that interview is lifted from Mr. Blobby's real history. He first appeared on a Saturday night variety show called Noel's House Party in its "Gotcha" segment. He was first introduced as a children's TV character to prank unsuspecting celebrities. He got very popular and became a mainstay of the series, became a huge icon at the time, launched a fairly massive range of merchandise, plans to create a Mr. Blobby theme park happened, and he even had a chart topping single. Blobby was a big deal and still pops up a fair amount. He didn't do any murders that we know of, and no one dressed as him to kill either. There is also this which I think everyone should watch to better prepare themselves for Mr. Bonzo, or to soothe the horrors he's already inflicted.

Colin's back! He's still weird! Not much to say here but it's nice to see him and Celia interact.

Next up were hear Alice and Sam, via Sam's phone, exploring the damp ruins of the Magnus Institute. There isn't a whole lot to say in this portion of their exploration but it's nice to see them outside of work again.

Gwen's section of this episode was really the standout IMO. Anusia is killing it and continues to kill it more and more each episode. I think Gwen is now my #2 blorbo. Colin had an early lead with a great email but is more of a background character at the moment. I am really excited to see how Gwen is going to react to this down the line. Whether the abject terror of meeting Bonzo is going dissuade her from pursuing Lena's job or further stoke that fire. I also wonder if she's going to assume what a lot of us are assuming. That the more recent Bonzo related murders are perpetrated by Bonzo, and that the envelope she gave him was his next target, which further plays into the golem references. Can't wait to hear more about what his role is in regards to the OIAR.

But no one could possibly replace Mr. Bonzo as #1 and I'm sure we can all see why this episode. Just everything about how he's being handled is perfect. A lot of history to ground him, incredibly ambiguous origins, his teeth are not soft, topped off with one of the most impactful "screen presence" of the entire TMA cast. Everything I was hoping for.

For those not a part of the ARG, and not a part of the Statement Remains discord server for it, Mr. Bonzo quickly became a massive fixture of basically everything that happened on that server. It's where my blog's name is from. Which is to say Mr. Bonzo has been a HEAVILY anticipated character and has had no small amount of hype built up around him. RQ have managed to deliver on that and then some. It's really pretty amazing he's managed to show up and not be a disappointment if you were part of that crowd, but they really pulled it off.

Bonzo Fact: Did you know that Mr. Bonzo is entirely unique in all of TMA? He's the only character to have a canonical design. He's the only character we can truly behold, and his visage is glorious and awe-inspiring. He is, quite literally, more real than any other character in the show. (Ignoring historical characters we never met)

I'm sure lots of you will have seen what Mr. Bonzo looks like but for those who haven't and have missed it on my posts, it's this.

If you checked out the links earlier, which you should have, you'll see that he's very close to Mr. Blobby. And, yes, he is kinda creepy if you're grossed out by weird mascots but he's not "Oh my god!" levels of horrifying. That's the original Mr. Bonzo, Mr. Bonzo the suit, not Mr. Bonzo the monster. This is who Gwen met.

Which really raises a rather interesting question; when did the suit stop being just a suit? Which in turn raises a more interesting one; why did the suit stop being just a suit? It's pretty clear that Mr. Bonzo really did start off as something mundane but whatever he is now very clearly isn't.

After all that excitement we return to Alice and Sam fumbling about in a ruin. Interestingly we're no longer listening through their phone, but a tape recorder. Which is actually a fairly big deal. Not because it's a TMA thing but because it's an analogue format that's not being digitised. So far that's not been something we've been able to listen through. Which means "Freddy" has some tricks up its sleeves, or "Freddy" isn't the one listening. The actual contents of this part isn't terribly important for the most part. Archivist's office, worms and trapdoors for an allusion to TMA, mystical symbols maybe, lots of books, etc. The real revelation here is "why they chose us… why they didn’t choose me". Likely confirming that the contents of CHDB (see masterdoc) was mostly the first step. Sam "failed" and wasn't chosen for whatever came next. It also likely confirms that Gerry wasn't chosen either as the two had remarkably similar test scores. Anyway, after that they call it quits and head on home.

Now, if you weren't reading the transcript's you'll have missed the introduction to a new character, [Error] played by Beth Eyre who voiced Lucia Wright from MAG 130: Meat. As Alice and Sam leave a padlock rattles on a trapdoor before a key twists and the lock pops open. The trapdoor opens and [Error] emerges. Very very little to really say here. Imprisonment below the Institute probably isn't a good sign, and they're the likely immortal overarching villain of either this season, or the show in general. But combined with strange PoV on those events, what was likely a mystical prison, and it being under the Institute that was burned down for a reason it's not good news. Unless it was burned down to free them, then who knows.

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Incident/CAT#R#DPHW Master Sheet (I added the Magnus Institute's child psych eval. sheet to it)

Somewhat notably here CAT1RB2275 is also very close to the trailer's case number of CATIRB2275.

DPHW Theory: 2275 is actually a pretty interesting number. For clarity this refers to only the initial recording that Celia heard, not anything related to Mr. Bonzo beyond that. 2 in Death is pretty reasonable as the statement brings the subject of murders up but doesn't dwell on them much. 2 in Pain falls under the same explanation. The 7 in Helplessness tracks well too because not only was the format of the interview a bit of a gotcha, but the content dealt heavily with imprisonment. Both in context to the show's premise and the legacy's impact upon his life. It was also eerie and weird and mascot-centric which is good Weird fodder.

The reason this is all so interesting is because it's possible this is an entirely mundane incident that still happens to line up well with the DPHW of Mascot (Kids). What occurred in the interview didn't seem supernatural, what was described in it also seemed mundane. It's only really the last couple of lines that hint towards something supernatural occurring but notably none of that happens in this recording itself, the details of it discussed, nor are any of the people on the recording first hand witnesses to those events and retelling them. But despite all of that the mundane occurrences of the interview still heavily reflect the supernatural ratings of the section (subsection).

CAT# Theory: CAT1. [Insert your favourite screaming reaction GIF here.] I've got no clue what to make of CAT#'s at this stage. This one wasn't particularly elucidating. Gonna be a long few weeks.

There are a couple of theories floating about that I'll briefly mention because someone will do it if I don't. The Subject/Agent/Catalyst theory presumes a lot of stuff about the OIAR I don't think holds up, and assumes they're happy to throw away information which I don't think they are. See here for more. The Person/Place/Object theory overlooks that Dolls (Watching) is CAT2, and not a place, and that Agglomeration (Miscellany) is about a collection of objects despite it taking place at Hilltop. A location only important to us listeners. If you do like those theories by all means keep liking them. I'm just not convinced by them and it seems prudent to mention that I have seen them.

R# Theory: B is right in line with what I outlined last week. Bonzo-themed murders are not overtly supernatural but they are something that definitely happened. The Klaus doc also have a few incidents with the note "Mr. B", including the only known S rank. With Gwen's reaction being so strong I think it's a good indicator that S rank's follow the pattern.

Header talk: Mascot (kids) -/- murder is just another header that seems pretty weird. The section (subsection) bit is all pretty normal but that crosslink again shows that crosslinks have very little structure to them. I'm starting to wonder if they're actually relevant at all, or pre-assigned like other elements are. They're starting to seem more and more like vibes than anything.

#the magnus protocol #tmagp theory #tmagp #klaus = kl4-u5

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Hello. I hope you’re doing well ❤️ I had a few questions (and if you’ve already answered any of them then I’ll just continue scrolling down your blog, as I’ve been doing).

Here ya go!

1. What do you think people mainly get wrong about Usopp? Like, what is a common misconception.

2. How would you describe Usopp’s relationship with each of his crewmates, in so few words (if possible)? I feel like people forget that the Strawhats are friends too.

Just wanted to hear your take.

Kind regards,

Anon.

You sound so polite, I love it 😭💖 Sending you kisses and hugs for being so sweet 🥰 (Sorry I didn't reply sooner! Busy life)

1 - I feel like the most common one I've seen around general audience/most shonen lovers (I like shonen too, but you know what I mean. You know what type of people I'm referring to) is that they take Usopp's character pretty superficially and instead of reading between the lines (very huge, separated, obvious and easy to read lines, though) they just accept what is verbally said... "He's a coward" / "He can't fight" / "He's selfish" / "He's just funny".

Most people have this misconseption about Usopp's fighting style because they assume that, because it is a long range fighting style, he isn't as powerful as others. When it is not true, by the way. They also deem Usopp to be a coward when, actually? He is just an average person? Like I KNOW the whole point is that he works on his "cowardice" but they just took an average boy with no prior experience of fighting and being a pirate to directly... Fight and being a pirate. Everybody would react like that. "He's not strong and he is a coward" first of all, wrong, second of all, you would be like that too.

And saying he is selfish? Or that he doesn't care about the crew or the people around him? I genuinely do not understand how some people can read him that way... Do you all not know how to... Analyse basic characters now? Another thing people get wrong is thinking Usopp isn't hot/wouldn't pull any girls as if he wasn't the only one with a canon girlfriend waiting for him, but alright.

2 - This is such a good question, actually 😭 I love you for this, anon. My favorite thing ever is talking about Usopp,,, I appreciate this.

Luffy: I love his dynamic with Luffy because despite being his captain, it is obvious that they are best friends. They have the same young/playful mindset and it doesn't feel, like... A job at all? Don't get me wrong, they're all a family, but their dynamic feels way more teen-like? More silly? They're stupid together. Usopp being the voice of the reason vs Luffy being extremely chaotic is my favorite thing. They feel very organic. And then there's this layer of jealousy from Usopp's side and the fact that I think Luffy will never be able to fully understand Usopp's insecurities, but somehow they will always find understanding and support on each other. Usopp is loyal to his captain and all but it feels more of a "I follow him because I consciously trust in him" than a "blind devotion" type of thing. And I adore that. Also, Luffy saw potential on Usopp from the very beginning and it melts my heart. Plus! They're both beetle/bugs lovers! The sillies <33

Zoro: They're one of the most hilarious duos because you would expect Zoro to absolutely hate being around somebody like Usopp, and yet he lets the guy do whatever he wants with him?? Zoro might be Luffy's enabler first and foremost but we forget he is even more permissive with Usopp sometimes and it is the funniest thing. I love it when they have tiny little soft scenes together because Zoro genuinely enjoys Usopp's company and I believe Usopp thinks Zoro's cool despite always being done with him being so dramatic and impulsive when fighting. I feel like Usopp feels safe around him but not only physically. I think he knows Zoro can read him like a book and after what happened in Water 7? I believe now even more than they're closer. Sometimes opening up to your captain is hard so maybe the first mate whom you have an intimate but odd relationship works even better.

Nami: My absolute beloveds. They're both on the same page when it comes to being "cowards" because their fighting styles are different from the rest and they're not built different like most of the crew. They feel so organic and genuine too! They just get each other. They're mischivious little shits together. And when they are not on the same page, it's so funny how comfortable they are around each other to just yell at the other. I think Nami gets Usopp when it comes to feeling weak and out of place but not quite, because she is always trying to make a path for herself instead of being afraid to do so? She's used to fighting on her own and standing up for herself even if it's scary but Usopp isn't, and I think she gets it but Usopp doesn't think she does because she is extremely valuable to the crew, obviously, and Usopp doesn't feel like he is. It's a dynamic with constant support and understanding and so so much fun together because they're most of the time on the same page. That's why they work so well!! They're not normal at all but the whole "we're the only normal people here" dynamic is incredible.

Sanji: If I start talking about them I think I will never finish. I think I've left pretty clear that my favorite thing about their dynamic is that, despite arguing all the time because their personalities are very different (something people often forget like. They argue A LOT. And it's SO funny. They're both the softest and the most annoying thing to each other--) they're always there for each other. Their dynamic is easy to summarize in "they joined basically at the same time, right after the romance trio" / "they do what the other can't do". They both have different types of self-hatred and insecurities that bring Sanji to understand Usopp on a deep level that I don't think others are able to share. It is obvious that Sanji has a clear preference for Usopp when it comes to the guys of the crew and he does treat him differently, not because he sees him as weak but because he sees himself in him. Their relationship is something so personal because I truly believe they're the ones that understand each other the most. I am SO angry they barely have scenes together now,,, Or that Usopp wasn't in WCI,,, Waiting for Elbaf to parallel Water 7 so fucking bad. I have more things to say about them but-- My whole blog is literally about that.

Vivi (very necessary to include her): People don't talk at all about their dynamic and it is so offensive to me because they're so funny??? Vivi's little quirk about forgetting to mention dangerous stuff and Usopp being oh so done with her is the funniest thing. Drum island was certainly incredible for these two. I truly wanted to see more of them,,, I think that if Vivi had stayed with them, she would've understood Usopp pretty well. Screaming for help when nobody can hear you? Feeling oh so weak in comparison to the world around you? She would've been on Sanji's team kicking Luffy and trying hard to keep them from saying any stupid things. More of Usopp and Vivi,,, More of Usopp and Vivi,,, I miss them :( They were so cute :(

Chopper: They're so cute and silly together,, But not only that! They support each other so so much!!! Maybe it's because they're both from the "coward trio" but I just adore how they're pretty much always together. Chopper has this whole thing at first about feeling like a monster, but Usopp finds his abilities so awesome and,, It melts my heart whenever we see them interacting. They're not only hilarious and support each other but they're always finding reassurance on the other and I love it. Not to mention the whole Sogeking thing, too! And Chopper believing Usopp's lies! They feel sooo much like brothers, imo, it's adorable. Chopper might be one of Sogeking's biggest fans but Usopp is certainly Chopper's number 1 fan too.

Robin: I think if I start talking about them I might end up crying, thanks. But. But. But I adore them. They leave the crew pretty much at the same time and yet Usopp does everything to help them save her and bring her back. I think Robin reads him pretty well and can see so much bravery in him that Usopp can't see... While Usopp, despite being a bit weirded out at first by her, sees how gentle and caring and lovely Robin is. And how cool she is, too! Also, they're both big nerds, and I love that. The fact that he did everything he could for her in Enies Lobby despite having left the crew must've meant the world for her. And it's also the whole thing about her wanting to give up on life? I think Usopp, even if it's not on the same level, can kind of relate to that? It is not Sanji/Robin type of bond (which I fucking adore, by the way) but it is pretty personal. Also, hilarious dynamic because Robin is always telling dark jokes and Usopp gets scared easily and I just adore it.

Franky: They mean so much to me. My beloveds. We don't talk enough about Franky regretting having hurt Usopp when they first met and the guilt still haunting him. We don't talk about it enough. We should. Franky was there for Usopp on his most vulnerable moment and I think Franky's personality and masculinity mixed with his pretty emotional side is SO good for Usopp. Because it teaches him to be braver and stronger and himself, and it lets himself feel freely. They have so many things in common and I am from the "Franky father figure" team because their bond looks so,,, So much like that. Usopp getting excited for every little thing Franky makes and Franky quite obviously showing off because he knows he likes it. I think Franky is the one Usopp goes to when there's any problem in his life and,,, It is just so sweet that they always trust each other SO much. It is not only admiration but a deep, close bond. Still not over Franky wanting to overcompensate for what he did to Usopp, though, but- But they're okay now, I swear.

Brook: The sillies!!!!!!! We don't have THAT much of them in comparison to the other characters but every time they interact it is always so funny. Idk how I would describe their dynamic other than it is hilarious,, But I also think we deserve more scenes of them interacting seriously. Brook spent 50 years on his own and Usopp's fear in Water 7/Enies Lobby of being left alone too is so,,, I think Usopp would want to hear more of Brook and make him feel at home because if just the thought of being alone scares him so much, he can't even imagine what it was like for Brook. Usopp is somebody who seems to want to glue the crew together as much as possible and mostly uses fun/positivity (even if fake) to do so, and Brook does the same with music. Like- The fear of being alone. Idkk. Going insane now, actually.

Jinbe: I feel like everybody's relationship with Jinbe is very gentle and silly because he is adapting to the crew's dynamic and getting used to their shenanigans. So no matter what, it is hilarious and sweet. I actually,,, Want to see Jinbe's reaction to Sogeking,,, A lot,,, It'd be SO funny. Anyway- They haven't had much of a break to be together (please please let them be silly post-egghead) (honestly I'd kill for a silly filler arc, ngl...) but Jinbe is extremely understanding and mature and imo he sees a lot of potential and bravery in Usopp. And I'd say Usopp finds comfort on Jinbe but who wouldn't? I think it'd be funny to see a bit more of teasing/playful interactions with them because I love Usopp being stupid and Jinbe being all confused at first but having fun.

#'in so few words' you don't know me do you #i could write the bible right here and now with how much i unnecessarily write i apologize #i love all the character dynamics with usopp next question #i just love usopp in general #he means!!!!!!! the world to me!!!!!!!!!!!#i genuinely appreciated this ask a lot <3333333 #i'd talk for hours about him #one piece #usopp #ask-bean!

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just--a-lurker · 11 months

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what the dog doin

Dog hybrid!Leon S. Kennedy x fem K9 handler!reader

Total words: 3.6k

One of the hybrids at your new job causes a lot more trouble for you than you can ever imagine.

warnings: !!18+!! !!MDNI!! noncon/rape, biting, violence, gore, gun mention, breeding kink, somnophilia, knotting, public sex, hybrids, bestiality-ish (hybrids not considered as people despite them being mostly human), Leon is sort of yandere in this

a/n: this is technically my first fic (💀) so it’s a bit rough, and anything in this that makes you go “huh that actually isn’t that bad” is probably thanks to this getting a read-over + suggestions by the much more talented @noowayybroo who also writes great fics that are infinitely better than this one (they’re actually good, go read them!!) I picture re2 leon with this but it doesn’t really matter. title is because i can’t title things and it’s funny to me (i am dying of irony poisoning). formatting on tumblr is terrible what the hell

You are hired as the new K9 handler at the local police station. When you arrive for your first day, the chief brings you to the kennels and introduces you to the dogs that you'll be training while you're here. You’re a bit nervous, this job being the first time you really get to test your skills, but you try your best to not let your apprehension show.

You come face-to-face with a group of stern-faced dogboys, who are obediently sitting, waiting for your commands. Well, most of them are. They seem to have lined up by seniority, and despite your view of the dogs later in the line being blocked by some of the bigger dogs, a light-colored dog at the very end catches your attention with all of his movement. Approaching the smallest dog at the end of the line causes him to become overexcited, jumping up to try and touch you.

K9 recruit Kennedy, or Leon, according to the engraving his basic collar had, enthusiastically greets you by standing up and licking your cheek. His long, fluffy tail wags excitedly as he starts to... bounce? Out of happiness. He manages to stand still for just a few moments so he can say something to you, but you can tell it’s taking all of his effort to stop moving.

"It's so nice to meet you! Hi! I'm Leon! I love you!"

You’re amused by the pup’s declaration, and scratch behind his ears when he bows his head to you. You find his mannerisms charming, if a bit out of place, and you wonder if he knows he’ll be completely still and calm like the other dogs after you train him. The chief states that officer Kennedy is the newest and youngest of the group, and he arrived after the old handler left, so he hasn't had any training at all.

"He's eager but a bit of a troublemaker. Shouldn't be a problem for you though, of course." The chief laughs, patting you on your shoulder before leaving you to your devices with the dogs.

You go through exercises with the entire pack, pleased to see that most of them were already well-trained and would just need practice to maintain that training. You give extra attention to Leon, who is indeed eager to follow your orders, but seems constantly distracted. He has lots of energy and seems to prefer pets and scratches behind his fluffy ears to any kind of treat. He seems to be getting along well with the other dogboys, but after a week of you being there, something about Leon changed.

He was still the overexcited puppy you knew him as, but he was a lot more distracted than normal. You catch Leon staring at you with a dopey look on his face, responding to nothing until you gently pat him on his head or he sees you interact with another dog. Leon doesn’t like this, getting into fights with whichever dogboy you seemed to favor over him, who much to the other dog’s credit, shrugs Leon off and ignores him. He constantly takes your items and hides them, his favorite item being the keys to the kennel, which he hides in what you feel like infinite amounts of obscure spots around the room. Whatever the item is, you end up being stuck in there for an extra hour until you find them. Any discipline you dish out is met with that same, stupid smile, and you watched his tail thump on the ground happily, even when you called him a "bad dog". All of this was starting to get to you, but you figured that you can eventually train him out of it. After all, he's still new, and maybe he's still adjusting to having to interact with you. At least, this is what you would have thought if he weren't getting more... physical with you.

Constantly following you around, even after you dismiss him so you can train the other dogs, he curls around your feet and bites down on your clothes to stop you from walking away from him. He shoves his face into your crotch, forcing you to push him away roughly. He takes the opportunity to lick at your groin if you take too long to push him away, and as your reaction to the sudden shock of wetness and warmth quickened, the more often he would try to press himself there. You eventually place him in a crate while you are working in the kennel as you can’t do anything productive without him tripping you up.

Leon isn’t too happy about this, and howls loudly the entire time, forcing you to muzzle him in order to prevent noise complaints from your coworkers. The muzzle only stays on until he quiets down and promises to behave, but it wouldn't even be 5 minutes before he misbehaves again, and you feel his tongue on your clothed ass. All you can do is sigh in disappointment and drag a whimpering Leon back into his crate. You would think that being publicly humiliated in front of the other dogs would act as a deterrent, but it was as if Leon didn't care at all for their thoughts.

It isn’t just his behavior that is strange. You feel embarrassed to even notice this, but he sports an almost constant hard-on, which was laughed off at the vet as "just something that dogs have sometimes, it'll go away soon." but you're glad to know that he has a clean bill of health otherwise. You're not sure why he's so naughty lately -- you wish that there would be at least some paperwork regarding his history before he came to the precinct --but it's as if they picked him directly off of the street. You're worried that his behavior is due to hormonal reasons, and if it gets any worse it can only be fixed by, well, fixing him.

You spend more time training the pack, with Leon showing some progress whenever he isn’t trying to press himself on you. You really hope that his problems won't crop up in more serious situations, and you pray to whatever higher power is out there that he isn’t called to a scene anytime soon. Of course, when all the other dogs were unavailable, you are called to bring a dog over to investigate a crime scene. You walk towards the officers already present with Leon in tow, trying to keep him at an appropriate distance. Leon is overjoyed to finally reach the site and hugs your leg after you stop in front of the two officers. You harshly pull at his collar when you feel him trying to subtly grind on your shoe, giving him a stern look. The other officers smile at you and pet Leon’s head, which thankfully makes him stop humping you.

While you're getting briefed, a shot nearby briefly deafens you as one of your fellow officers collapses, head burst on the pavement. You try to grab Leon to duck somewhere safely while you figure out who is shooting at you, but Leon seems to have gotten spooked or got lost in the chaos, as he is nowhere in sight. You can only wish that whoever was firing at you will take pity on the poor pup. You peek out from your cover to try and get more information, but you’re shoved unceremoniously on the ground as one of the instigators hits your kneecaps with the butt of their gun, before pointing the nozzle at your head.

"Not even an actual cop, just the dumb dog-fucker." They sneer, before hitting you with the gun again, this time a hard butt to your jaw.

"Guess you weren't a good bitch for him if he completely abandoned you like this."

You're completely discombobulated from the assault and you close your eyes to stop the light from making the agonizing pain in your head worse. You tear up from the sting of pain and your failure, and you can only sniffle as the gunman starts to pull the trigger.

A loud growl comes from behind your attacker, and a blur of fluffy blond tail and sun-kissed skin leaps at the assaulter. Their gun is knocked out of their hands, and you only belatedly realize that the liquid leaving their throat is their blood gushing out by the pint. You're still in shock, but the gruesome sight brings you to some of your senses and you quickly realize that Leon is going to kill that person if he doesn’t stop now. You order Leon to let go, as the assailant is definitely not going to be able to hurt anything for quite a while, but to your dismay Leon does not immediately follow your order. Leon looks directly at you, crunching down hard one last time, before trotting up to you with a wide smile that would be otherwise cute if blood and sinew wasn't smeared all over his face. His fluffy tail wagged happily, and he looked imploringly at you for a treat.

"I did good! I protected my mate!"

You ignore his second statement, and look at Leon with apprehension. You have a fleeting thought about petting him just in case he decides to turn that aggression towards you - but your rational brain takes over and you don't want to reward him for a near-fatal mauling, and you’re kind of confident that he wouldn’t attack you at the moment. You make sure the coast is clear before quickly turning around (and holding yourself back from comforting Leon after he lets out the most pitiful whine) and call for medical attention for the unfortunate person. As the EMT whisks them away, and feeling more secure with other people around you, you scold Leon. You bring him to the drying pool of blood and make him look at it.

"Bad boy!" A light smack on his cheek.

"Listen to me when I tell you to let go!" A rougher smack on his left arm, of which he was trying to wrap around you.

"No more treats for the next month!" You force his neck to turn towards you, and are pained by his teary-eyed expression.

"But I protected you! I was good!"

"Good boys do exactly what I say."

"But-"

You push him to the ground and start walking back to the station, giving very little slack to the leash. You try to ignore his small whines of, "but I was being a good mate."

After writing your report about the entire incident, you were given a special assignment. Leon's behavior was found unacceptable by both you and your bosses, so he needed intensive training outside of work hours, or he’ll be put down. You thought that was a harsh punishment – shouldn’t they at least try to neuter him first? – but you shudder at the thought of Leon attacking some poor vet tech as savagely as he did that gunman. You were still upset at him, but you thought he still had potential, so you decided to take him to your house. You reason that Leon needs some time with you alone so he'd get his fill of your presence and maybe he'll start to act right. You set up a little dog bed for him on the ground, but he pouts and tearfully exclaims,

"I don't want to sleep on the ground! Too cold, not near you!"

You figure that he was just nervous, and the way his ears dropped tugged at your heartstrings, so you let him sleep with you for a few days to make him comfortable.

Big mistake.

Leon refuses to bathe and insists on rolling around in your bed. He drools all over the sheets and you think he's trying to mark the bed with other bodily fluids as well, the sheets smelling foul at the end of the day. You eventually get him in the tub, but he throws a fit and never lets go of your hands the entire time, splashing water everywhere with his tail out of excitement… or spite. To top it off he gets moodier whenever you need to wash your bedsheets due to whatever it was that Leon was doing to them.

It can and does get worse; you wake up some nights to Leon humping your leg, whimpering and drooling as he desperately seeks his release. You, waking up from some of the deepest rests of your life (Leon, despite being a nuisance, is very warm, and that was apparently all you needed for your mild insomnia to be fixed) can only muster the energy to be mildly annoyed by this, and give him a kick to make him stop. He does, and curls up in shame afterwards, but only for a little while, before he's right back to it.

Outside of your sleeping arrangement, Leon continues to be a menace. He makes a complete mess of the house, with him being clever enough to escape the crate (but not clever enough to not brag about it to you, telling you how much of a "smart mate" he is) and you think he's been taking your unwashed laundry and storing it somewhere you can't find it. You're wearing your last pieces of clean clothes before you finally find the pile behind an unused crawl space underneath the stairs, with the clothes feeling very... crusty. You confront Leon about this, but he only tilts his head and pants, the movement drawing your attention to his disgustingly hard (and slimy? Ugh, you shouldn't look too close at it) cock twitching whenever you speak to him.

Leon continues to act strangely, and you're worried that he might be sick. While you're scheduling another appointment to the vet, Leon suddenly hugs you from behind and nuzzles your neck. You're about to harshly reprimand him before he asks you to take him for a walk at his favorite park.

"Please! Please! I'll be good if you take me! Please!"

You feel bad for him, knowing that going to the vet is an unpleasant experience for any dogboy, and you tell him that you'll take him to the park the morning of the appointment, but only if he lets you go right now. He reluctantly obliges, and you're finally able to make the actual appointment.

"C'mon boy, what's the matter?" You tug on his leash gently to get him to move, but he lets out a growl.

The day comes, and it starts off like any normal day –well, as normal as it can be with Leon living with you. You wake up, noting no disruptions at night, but Leon was already at his food bowl jumping around. When you go to fill it, he has a concerning gleam in his eyes that you at first think is a sign of his illness getting worse. You felt bad about everything that Leon went through lately and decided to take him on a walk immediately after he's done eating, as whatever you have to do can wait.

You put the leash on his collar (and you think you hear a faint growl but chalk it up to it being early and you being groggy) and make your way to the park. It's beautiful outside, and you opted for light-weight clothing. The park was mostly empty as it was very early in the morning, and besides Leon barking at the occasional jogger that passed by, everything was going smoothly. You’re enjoying yourself, happy to have a pleasant experience with Leon for once. You think Leon is also enjoying it, but you seem to have misjudged him – when the two of you reach the very end of the park trail, he stops moving and stands very still.

He asks, "Why don't you love me? I’m a good mate!" You freeze, never having had Leon growl at you before. You approach him cautiously and crouch down to him at his eye-level.

"Leon, of course I love you, you're just a little bit sick okay? After we go to the vet I'll bring you lots of treats and cuddles." You gently pat his head, noting the way his ears seem to be stuck stiffly upright. You give him a kiss on his cheek before turning around and walking back towards the entrance of the park. The leash is almost jerked out of your hands as Leon moves the other way.

"Baby, what's wrong with you today? You asked to come here!" You approach Leon hoping he would give some sort of response, but as you stand a few feet away you only see Leon staring intensely at you. The look in his eyes was worrying you, only seeing him gawk at something like this when he was about to eat.

"Leon. Come on. We can't stay here all day." You walk away from Leon, but you don't get too far. Suddenly, he sprints towards you and jumps on your back, the force pushing you on your knees.

You let out a startled yelp as Leon cages you with his arms, the leash knocked out of your hands. His weight keeps you down on the grass, and you can feel his muscles working to keep you down through your thin shirt. You order him to get off of you, but he snarls and bites down hard on your shoulder. Muffled by your shoulder skin, you feel more than hear him say, "Need to show you that you're my mate. Mine, mine, mine-"

Somewhere between the throbs of pain coming from the bite, the vibrations of his groans, and the feel of the dry grass on your hands, you feel Leon's cock sliding over your crotch.

"Stay. Mate." He rumbles out after licking the wound on your shoulder a few times. He sits up on his haunches to remove your pants and underwear, your kicks at him pitiful as your legs were effortlessly held in place. Once those were out of the way, you can feel his hot breath directly hitting your exposed cunt. You feel your face heating up from embarrassed horror as he buries his nose into it. A smothered moan leaves him, the vibrations causing you to moan as well. Leon rubs his face into your bare crotch, slick soaking his face, your moans spurring him on. After he had his fill of your scent, he aggressively laps at your cunt, his wide tongue able to cup the entirety of your vulva. He pulls his head away for a brief moment, staring at your pussy in awe.

“So good. Just as I thought…”

He stuffs his tongue deep into your opening and swirls his tongue around, the wet appendage making you shiver disgracefully from the pressure. The taste was making his cock jump and drool precum from arousal. One hand gripped your hip, leaving several scratches from his claws. The other hand was moved to your clit and rubbed harshly, and the combination from the pleasure of his tongue and the pain from his sharp nails teasing your clit causes you to orgasm shamefully fast. Any fight you have leaves you as your brain completely blanks out.

Leon laps up your fluids as you shake. After a few more licks that he savored, he moves back up to your neck. He licks a stripe from your bite wound to your nose. You grind on his crotch, which encourages him to line his painfully aroused cock at your entrance. You reach around and help guide the tip into you, and Leon slides right in. You let out a squeak as Leon immediately sets a fast and rough pace. The slaps of his thighs on your ass sounding incredibly lewd in contrast to the otherwise peacefully quiet park. Leon's cock reached deep inside of you, and the unique texture only enhanced your arousal. The tip of his tapered cock lightly tapped your cervix every time he shallowly thrusted into you, and your painfully clenching uterus causes your cunt to squeeze around Leon. The pain is too much, black spots filling your vision. Before you can pass out, you reach your second orgasm, and your spasming walls massage Leon's cock as he pistons in and out of you. The orgasm only delays your inevitable fainting spell, making you hypersensitive to every movement of Leon's body. Soon you feel something thick getting caught at your entrance with Leon's frantic thrusts. You're only faintly aware of what was about to happen, finally realizing what it was as Leon mutters about breeding you full of his pups. It's as if your head was dunked in a bucket of ice water, and you try to push Leon off of you with your trembling legs.

"L-Leon no! Don't knot me! Bad dog!" Your pleas are met with a growl and Leon pulling you back into him. What feels like a baseball stretches you open painfully, and you feel blistering hot fluid deep in your nether regions, each load making your pussy throb. Leon settles down and gives small, happy licks on your face, removing your tears. He maneuvers you and himself into a more comfortable position, and between his groans you can almost make out his praises for you for taking his knot so well.

You and Leon lay there on the park grounds in this compromising position, and had the knot not been pressing and pulsing directly on your g-spot you perhaps would've cared more about being naked from the waist-down with a dog stuck inside of you for who-knows-how long, and the amount of blood you are losing from the cuts (now more like lacerations) would likely need a medical professional to stitch then up. You suddenly feel exhausted, and Leon's warmth surrounding you inside and out allows you to finally pass out on the grass. You’re still asleep by the time Leon pops his knot out and admires your gaping cunt, before dragging you into the forest that is bordering the park's edge.

Guess you won't be making that vet appointment today.

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Hi! i'm sorry this is my first time requesting something so this might be all over the place but i was wondering if u could do a minho x reader based on The weekends song 'Die for you' " Even though we're going through it and it makes you feel alone i would die for you" Like reader and Minho got into a fight before they enter the maze (this could be before or after thomas arrives) and a griever attacks Reader but minho saves them in time, and he makes sure reader is okay. i'm so sorry this was so cringy

I have never done a song based fic before so this could be fun. I also do not know what I'm doing, but I've pulled up the lyrics so I might just sprinkle them through out as Minho's thoughts.

Also, this isn't cringy. This is a good idea which gives me a lot to work with :))

Also you didn't specify gender/pronouns so default they/them.

DIE FOR YOU

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Gender-neutral! Runner! Reader x Minho. Takes place before the arrival of Thomas. Bold/Italian text like this, is Minho's thoughts/lyrics to spice things up.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, the parents are fighting, near death experience. Yanno, the usual.

You're a Runner.

And you worked damn hard to get there.

It isn't easy, especially when you have a boss like Minho breathing down your neck when you're literally doing anything.

"You're not running fast enough."

"Those lines on your map aren't straight."

"You need to train harder."

"Pay more attention."

You're one seething comment away from fucking throwing him. You don't understand why Minho is so much harder on you then he is the other Runners.

At first, you actually kind of liked him.

You seriously admired him and wanted to be like him- out in the Maze and fighting for your friends. He's the bravest person you've ever met. He was a big inspiration to you and the second a spot was open, you trailed as a Runner.

Which is why it sucks that he's kind of a dick.

But you don't know why.

I'm findin' ways to articulate the feelin' I'm goin' through.

Which it probably why it sucks that you're stuck with him.

You had an incident on your route. You're more than capable of running on your own, but you got distracted, and then slightly lost. You made it back in time- but you did have to squeeze through the Doors and collapsed on the grass afterwards.

Minho refused to let you into the Maze after that.

For a solid week, you were begging your boss to let you do your own job. You didn't want to get fired and go back to working under Gally- who is somehow considerably worse.

Minho reluctantly agreed, as long as he could accompany you on your first run.

You're going to kill yourself. Not only does it mean you have to be on your best behaviour, but it means running a route you're not familiar with.

"I can run on my own," you tell him as you wait for thr Doors to open, Ben and the other Runners standing a fair few feet away to stay out of the splash zone.

"I've already told you," he sighs, "we're redoing basic training. I can't lose one of my Runners becausing they're failing on the basics."

"It was just one time- you wouldn't do this to Ben if he were in my shoes!"

"You only die once, (Y/N). And getting stuck out in the Maze is a sure-fire way to go about that."

"That's not fair, okay?" You groan. "You don't treat anyone else like complete shucking shit!"

Minho stands there, stunned. Okay, so, things over the past few months have finally bubbled over. You wanted to be a Runner so bad, and now it sucks and you're being held on a tight leash.

So, you've finally snapped.

And Minho doesn't really know what to do.

It's hard for me to communicate the thoughts that I hold.

The Doors open with the loud sound of stone grinding against the floor. You pull your gaze away from Minho, not giving him the option to say anything as you start running.

Minho stands there for another second, which gives Ben the chance to say something.

"You gotta tell them, man- you're acting like a complete shuckface."

"Slim it, Ben." Minho takes off after you.

Unbeknownst to you, somehow, along the way of your training, Minho developed a crush on you. He doesn't know when it happened or how, but his feelings for you have made him become overly protective.

Which to you is him treating you like you're incapable and like a child.

Minho is the incapable one here, however. Since he can't open his damn mouth and tell you how he's feeling. It is becoming a dangerous distraction.

I don't want this feelin', I can't afford love

"We're not going this way- this is the wrong route," Minho says as he jogs to catch up with you.

"I'm running my route," you grumble back.

"I already have someone covering your route- we're running my route today."

"How am I meant to train properly on your route? Wouldn't it be better for me to do my own?"

He suddenly grabs your wrist, pulling you to a halt and forcing you to face him. You feel very small under Minho's gaze. He is easily one of the most intimidating people in the Glade- strong, attractive and stubborn.

It's moments like these that he makes dealing with Gally look like child's play.

"You're a Runner, okay? And I'm your Keeper. You might not like it but I definitely didn't train you to act like a tit-suckin' baby. You wanna be one of us? One of the best? Then quit actin' like this and do what I tell you. I ain't got time to babysit, so gey your shuckin' act together- we're running my route, got it?"

I try to find a reason to pull us apart.

"Fine," you spit out. Minho gives you a stuff nod, taking the lead and starting to run off.

You stand there for another second, fists balled and rage seeping through you. If his goal was to piss you off, he's sure doing a good job.

You start following him, the rest of your run remaining in silent. You want to scream insults at Minho and demand respect, but you also prefer running over being a Builder.

When Minho isn't personally up your ass, it's like an escape. Of course, it's an escape that could possibly kill you, but sometimes it's hard to find peace of mind in the Glade. You're constantly surrounded by boys who very clearly don't know personal space.

But that illusion of peace is shattered as you watch your boss run metres a head of you.

You pass a corridor junction, open corridors to tour left and right. You start slowing when you hear faint clicking and buzzing from around the bend.

Okay, so in your defence, you've never heard or seen a Griever before. You'd briefly heard stories of encounters, but no one had ever told you about the noises they made. So, you think it's something in the Maze, maybe a clue.

You've actually been paying little attention to Minho, who has been paying a lot of attention to you.

So, when he hears your footsteps slow and looks over his shoulder to see you've slowed down, he turns fully to face you.

It ain't workin', 'cause you're perfect, and I know that you're worth it.

I can't walk away.

Your heart jumps into your throat when a gross, fleshy mound of slime and metal appears around a corner. It immediately notices you, darting towards you.

Even though we're goin' through it.

You freeze, fear taking over and your body can't seem to move.

And it makes you feel alone.

That's until Minho comes flying into you, colliding into your side and sending you both toppling over as the Griever practically dives over the pair of you.

Just know that I would die for you.

There's like a split second where he lands on top of you.

Pushing himself up, your eyes lock.

Maybe for the first time ever, you realise how stunning Minho actually is. During casual drunk Glader confessions, you'd be surprised how many of the boys talk about how attractive Minho is. There's normally a couple of "no homos" thrown in but you suspect that isn't true.

But suddenly you get it. The boy effortlessly looks flawless, and he's on top of you.

Minho is also having the same internal conflict.

But you don't have time for this.

Minho scrambles off of you, immediately grabbing you and yanking you onto your feet.

"We gotta move! C'mon!" He shouts whilst you try to get your feet under you. He keeps a grip on your wrist, making sure you're close as he drags you around the Maze.

Eventually, you find your footing, picking up pace and keeping up with Minho. "I can run on my own!" You snap.

"You're not doing a great job of proving that," though, he does let go of you.

Both of you keeping running, the sounds of the Griever starting to get quieter as the beast seems to get bored of chasing you.

Slowing down, you keel over, resting your hands on your knees to catch your breath. Minho still stands strong, his stamina easily shadowing yours.

"I think we lost it," he mumbles, mainly to himself. He looks at you. "You good?"

"Yeah," you say between breaths, clearing your throat, "I'm good."

"That was close," he groans, "why'd you just stand there?"

"Well, you didn't exactly train us for how to deal with Grievers. You just tell us run and don't look back. I just saw it and froze, I've never seen one of those things before."

Minho sighs. "Shit," you mutter, "don't fire me. Please, dude, I know I was buggin' out back there but I'm a good Runner, I swear-"

"You are a good Runner." You're taken a back. Did Minho just... compliment you?

I'm not blamin' you, just don't blame me, too, yeah.

"I just... I don't want anything bad," he throws his hand up, vaguely gesturing behind you, "like that, to happen to you. Or any of my men, okay?"

"But you're so harsh on me compared to them. I don't get it."

Minho looks at you, opening his mouth but immediately goes into panic mode when he hears the Griever again.

"Let's move. We'll go back to the Glade; my route clearly isn't safe today."

"I told you we should've taken my-"

"Don't." You immediately shut your mouth, walking my his side as he starts to pick up into a jog.

The run back to the Glade is uneventful and you are, for once, happy to let Minho take the lead.

It's a weird feeling as you watch him. He literally saved your life today. He might act like a prick towards you, but you'd be dead if it weren't for him.

You start to approach the Glade, the open Doors and the serene setting sending a new wave of relief through you.

"Uh, Minho," you pick up pace to catch up to him. He's clearly already gained Alby's attention for being back this early. "Thank you."

He stops, turning to face you as you stand awkwardly, glancing down at the grass to hide your sudden anxiousness. "For saving me."

He scoffs lightly. "Don't worry about it." You look back up at him. "You're important to me, (Y/N), even if I'm klunky at showing it."

You furrow your brows, trying to make out whatever cryptic message he's trying to put out. "I- Uh, forget it," he scoffs, stuttering over his words slightly.

"Minho!" The Runner visibly cringes as Alby's voice sends shock waves through the Glade. "The shuck are you shanks doin' back here?"

"I should deal with that," he grumbles.

"Yeah, course- good luck," he scoffs at you before turning and making his way over to Alby.

You take a second to yourself, letting out a deep sigh and throwing your head back.

What the hell was that? Why are you feeling this way? This is new and weird and thoughts of Minho fill your head. It's like a flood gate has opened and you can't stop the river of thoughts bursting through.

"Yo, (Y/N)," you look over to see Minho casually walking backwards, facing you as Alby storms over in the background. Though nothing could've prepared you for the words he says next.

"Yanno, I'd die for you."

Another one done. I'm getting a lot of interesting requests in atm and I'm looking forward to them, though it'll take me embarrassingly long so sorry, lads.

I hope you enjoyed :)

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kitmoas · 1 year

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Now, then, and Forever/

Summary: Sometimes you have to dig through the ashes

Word Count: about 10k

Warnings: ANGST (vague/brief mentions of Sexual Assault, Death, Suicide, and Self Harm), Fighting and Avenger work, and then verbal fights

*As always, let me know if I missed anything important*

A/N: This is the first part of the TGU6: Season 1 Finale! As you guys voted for, the finale is separated into two halves. Part 2 will be posted tomorrow around the same time!! ALSO there might be so many mistakes and I suck so I do be sorry my loves

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Training Grounds Master List

“It isn’t something I’m used to, you know?” The sun shines brightly against the shiny skyscrapers all around the two, rays hitting cars’ mirrors far below them as they take a snack break in between civilian tasks.

The boy nods, a barely there sigh as he waits for what comes next. He knows every line, and knows the troubles. It wasn’t something that made him happy, and sometimes he wishes that his best friend never met her girlfriend. He hates the thought, the two were basically perfect together but with the beloved princess came two people that he believed would be the archer’s downfall one way or another.

“I love her…but I know I’m going to lose her one day. I’m not the person that people keep around and I get that, I’m tainted and not good.” Even though the brunette has said these words hundreds of times, it still gets stuck in her throat.

Peter sighs, trying to gather the strength to not get angry. He’s not mad at anyone in particular, he hates being angry, but the frustration he feels by this entire situation is getting to be too much. The young boy doesn’t know too much about relationships, only really being with MJ, but he does know that the four of them need to figure out what is going on before it destroys them all. “Kate..you know I don’t believe that and neither does she.”

The young brunette shakes her head, pulling her legs up so they no longer dangle over the edge. Wrapping her arms around her knees, leaning her forehead against her arms, making her look even younger than she is.

Peter raises his hand, hesitant and hanging in the air near his best friend’s shoulder before he lets it fall back to his side. He can’t push too much, knowing the girl would immediately retract into herself and hide all of her emotions.

“I’ve done everything, anything I could. I just wanted them to love me. I want them to look at me like the books, you know? I get it’s not up to them, it isn’t their job but sometimes I just want to be good enough just..being me.” The way she speaks is frantic, fast and almost out of it. It’s almost as if she’s not even there, just a mindless rattling of her thoughts.

“I don’t want to say it again, but at this point I’m going to. It feels like that saying, don’t meet your heroes and that sucks but Kate you are not being treated correctly by them. Your girl shouldn’t be letting them treat you this way either, and no matter how amazing she is that doesn’t give her a pass to let others treat you like shit.” The young man isn’t sure why he decided to signal you out, but he did. Trying to shrug off the guilt, he stays head strong in his statement.

“Clint turned out fine.” Kate’s voice is small, an attempt at her know-it-all mask. It’s a pitiful effort, they both know that but neither point it out.

Closing his eyes, the grip on his soda tightens just a little and cracks the glass slightly before he takes a deep calming breath. “Well.. maybe that’s because you didn’t start dating his wife?”

Kate’s head snaps up, wide eyes as she shakes her head adamantly. “I didn’t do anything wrong, Wanda and Natasha gave her permission to go out and be single while they were gone. It isn’t my fault really that they wanted to keep me around after. I didn’t…I-” Her voice dies out as she starts shaking, her head falling back to lean against her knees as she tries to reign in the beginnings of a panic attack.

The boy sighs, trying to back track immediately. He didn’t want to make her panic or freak out, just point out a basic difference between the two. “Just because you didn’t mean for it to happen, and just because they kept you around, doesn’t mean that you get to be treated like this or that they expected everything to end up like this. Maybe something else happened and now they aren’t sure where the dynamic is?” Slowly speaking, trying to bring focus back to the normal way these conversations go, Peter lets himself watch a few kids play below them on the sidewalk as he waits for a response.

Kate lifts her head slowly, a confused expression painted across her face as she turns to look at the boy. Her mouth falls open a few times, eyebrows furrowing as she tries to collect her thoughts. A noise of skepticism tumbles from her lips, making her flinch at herself and how pathetic she sounded.

“You’re telling me that you haven’t noticed anything different? Things haven’t evolved in the year or so that you became part of this dynamic? Even if that evolution isn’t something that you want, it needs to be dealt with before it drags you all down.” He turns to her now, a gentle look on his face as he finally notices she’s calmed down and seemingly back to her fix-it mentality.

Ocean eyes squint, a teasing look soaring across her face when a mischievous smirk pulls at her lips. “When did you become so smart? You’re a child.”

He rolls his eyes, running his hand through his messy curls. “Being with MJ has pushed me to learn about things and how to read her emotions.” Trying to push off the real foundation he found, a mentor who has been helping him be a better man for his girlfriend.

The archer sees right through it, snorting as she mocks her best friend. “You’ve been hanging out with Scott and Hope haven’t you?”

He’s laughing, nodding as he shoves Kate away from him. The two taunt and joke with each for a while, giggling and gossiping like normal teenagers as they watch birds and planes fly by.

Ringing interrupts the moment, the two of them laughing even harder when the jarring noise almost makes Peter fall off the ledge.

“If you two are done doing whatever it is that you happen to be doing, I have a mission for you.” The static filled Stark voice almost echoes at the height the two are, bouncing off the glass and muffling against the brick.

Struggling to contain the giggles, the young boy straightens even though his mentor cannot see him. “Yes Mr. Stark sir, we are ready.”

Scoffing, the billionaire’s sarcastic smirk can almost be heard as he attempts to hum professionally. “Good, don’t disappoint. The information has been sent to both of your HUDs. I’ll see you both soon.”

The two of them chug back their drinks, smiles bright as they stand and quickly stretch their legs. Peter’s mask materializes around his head, eyes blinking as he readjusts to the ability to focus. He looks around as Kate’s new suit bleeds out from the shooting glove on her left hand, a mix of nanotech and Uru. The two still can’t believe the suit that was gifted to the CEO, something that must have taken not only a trip into space but months to build. Purple and black in color, shiny as it glows from the magic within its molecules, the suit practically melts against her skin before dark purple glasses slip around her head.

Kate’s eyes blink frantically, working to quickly adjust to the blinking information that shows up about everything around her; a smirk spreads along her face before she jumps off the ledge. “Race you there!”

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“Do you think it was a mistake?” The sentence made you freeze, alcohol blurring your vision and sugar rushing your veins. It wasn’t sudden, you knew that your brother and best friend had been walking on eggshells to not bring up the situation that you’re in but you weren’t ready for such a blunt question. A toe dipping into the endless abyss of water, just a touch to see the temperature, was expected even welcomed because you knew you needed to talk about it. You should have known better. You never seemed to get what you thought you needed—no, instead you were handed what the world believed you would benefit from.

Unsure of where to even begin to answer, you slowly look away from the screen to where the other two sit huddled together. Taking a deep breath you try to settle the sinking feeling in your stomach, the sting of bile crawling its way up your throat at the thought of them asking if one of the three people you love were a blunder. “A mistake?” Your voice is shaky, cracking embarrassingly, bringing a vexed maroon across your face. Something you always hated about yourself was your inability to hide your emotions, your mask only lasting long enough for you to flee judgemental eyes before crumbling into pieces at your feet.

With each movement, awkward and robotic, crinkling of candy wrappers and snaps of pretzel sticks fill the room. No one really knows where to go with the conversation now, the threat of a full blown fight just a few wrong words away.

It’s the blonde who gains the courage to speak up first, hesitant with each word nonetheless. “It…we are not saying that you need to end but you do not think this is getting out of control?”

You are instantly defensive, not wanting to admit to the state of your dynamic. It wasn’t something you were proud of, hiding in the good moments to distract yourself from the bad. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh now, we all know that is a lie. Do not lie to your best friend.” Yelena settles back into the couch, crossing her arms as she mockingly pouts up at you. She is no longer scared of your outburst, knowing that it’s just a way for you to redirect your own frustration.

It surprises you when Carson’s voice rings out, strong and confident. Your younger brother is rarely open to confrontation, and it makes the situation you’re in even more serious to you if he is even ready to speak up about it. “Everyone sees it now, even mom and dad are questioning things. You lasted how many years without them even second guessing where you were going, and all that is going to crumble in a couple months.”

“He isn’t our fucking dad!” Your voice cracks, anger clawing its way up your throat. Glaring at the floor in front of the coffee table, you try to sort through your thoughts quickly but you can’t even decide who you’re actually mad at.

Carson nods, setting the control on the couch next to him as he sighs. He had thought you would be passively defensive, not outwardly offensive with him but he was wrong. The young boy should have known as soon as he brought up your step-father that things wouldn’t be as smooth for him as they were for the widow next to him.

Yelena just raises her eyebrow, rolling her eyes as she watches you seethe. “Do not take it out on him, you know that your anger is not at us so take a moment to breathe.” She’s talking almost as if she would to a child, but for some reason it doesn’t make you angry.

“I don’t know anymore. Okay? Is that what you guys want to hear? I don’t fucking know anymore. Everything is falling apart and everyone is so angry all the time. My life is crumbling, every single thing I thought I knew is breaking. Everything is so tense and I don’t know how to deal with it! I didn’t sign up to keep the entire world together! Okay? I didn’t want this! I am not the one in charge! I signed up to be able to give and do, and become a person that eases the tension in a relationship by just existing as I am. I didn’t sign up to be a smart issue fixer. I sound like a fucking idiot, I can’t fix anything! I couldn’t even save dad, how does anyone expect me to save them? How does anyone expect me to fix things?

The two watch as you stand up, screaming into the room. It doesn’t scare them but the louder you get the more that your younger brother flinches. The blonde agent just sits there, legs crossed as she watches you break down. No matter how much either of them want to reach out to you, Yelena knows better. The moment you realize that you are still in a room with people you’ll dart, flight kicking in as the fight in you sizzles out.

She knows you need this, a moment to feel the pain that you have been bottling up for months now. Everything in your body and mind mixes, memories being dragged into your current world to try and make sense of something that you feel like you lost control of. As much as it pains both of them to sit there and do nothing while you crumble in front of them, they know it’s the best thing for you.

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“The world won’t understand who you are and what you want, but that isn’t something that should cause you to fight this.” The airy, echoey voice grates along the inside of the brunette’s head. Annoyance sinking into her body the moment the conversation diverts to the topic she had been avoiding. She didn’t want to hear another lecture about the future, instead she wanted to be trained like they had agreed upon.

Wanda sighs, frustration seeping out of her body. She wants to reach out and strangle them but she knows that it would be futile. They aren’t there saying these things out of spite or ill intent, but as knowledge. “What if I want to fight it? What if this isn’t what I want?”

It’s like they loved to mock the Avenger, snickering at her as she explained her feelings before shooting down every single thing she wanted. “You don’t really get to decide that Wanda, this isn’t something you can just get rid of. It’s your destiny.” The wide smile on their face boils the witch’s blood, wanting to simply speak it out of existence.

“This doesn’t fit into my plans.” The witch could feel the steel stubborn bricks building in her stomach, something that her parents used to say she had when she was younger. It was always an issue of hers, anytime she wanted something and didn’t feel like she should budge she dug her feet in and built steel bricks.

Wanda watches as they roll their eyes, taunting her as they lazily inspect their nails. “Losing Pietro and your parents didn’t fit into the plan. Losing your home didn’t fit into the plan. Being taken to this country and forced to fight for a side you never believed in that didn’t fit in the plan.” If the Sokovian could, she would strangle the arrogance out of them; absolutely fuming at the mention of everything she has lost in her life. “This..this fits into the plan more than you could ever believe and you need to trust the prophecy.”

A sarcastic scoff tears through the brunette’s teeth before she can stop it, eyes twitching as she works to keep the connection between the two of them through her annoyance. Regardless of how much she despised what she was being told, she knew that she needed to hear it. Preparation was needed, and this was the way she would find it. “Until I once again lose everything that I love because of a foolish prophecy. I have finally built a life that I’m happy with, am surrounded by people who love me for who I am. Is that not the real plan? Is that not what I wanted forever?”

The feeling of a cold finger tilting her head up makes Wanda’s skin crawl, the urge to break the digit off is strong but she resists. A feigned sympathetic look spreads across their face as they coo at the witch. It’s almost believable, but the younger brunette is smarter. She knows they don’t actually care about her, using her to make sure they are safe and able to mold her as needed. This is a strategic survival plan, but she has no other option than to play into it. “Think bigger sweetheart, love is an Earthly thing. You were destined for more than just this planet.”

Wanda sighs, her face scrunching when she feels her magic surge; begging to break free. “Maybe it’s you that was destined for more. I want to spend the rest of my time doing exactly what I’ve been doing. Nothing less and nothing more.”

“If only you could have control over that, but no one can stop this–not even you.” The witch opens her mouth to counteract, complain that if she’s so powerful then why can’t she do something. “No, there’s things out there that even we cannot control and that’s something that we both need to learn to accept.” Their hand reaches up, petting her brunette hair completely disregarding the tense muscles. It’s entirely too much, almost comedical, as if they were baiting an angry bear.

Wanda’s eyes snap open, glowing crimson as she loses control. She knows what they meant, a world that would know who she is destined to be will emerge inevitably and she has to be ready to lose it all. It’s knowledge she understands, grasps fully, but it’s something that she will fight until her last dying breath. The world can try to destroy the life she has created, but it will have to demolish her along with it.

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Watching him pace the floors of his old farm house was always weirdly relaxing to Natasha, knowing that being here meant safety. The two friends tried their hardest to never actually come here unless they knew no one would follow them. “You can’t keep acting like you don’t remember what you were told, it isn’t fair to anyone.” Just like that, it’s less of a safe place for the ginger.

Pouting the assassin stares up at the archer, trying to guilt him into saying sorry for absolutely nothing. “Stop taking someone else’s side, just because she’s your mentee doesn’t denote the fact that I am supposed to be your best friend.” She sighs when she realizes that it didn’t work, the man immune to even her most basic attempts.

The tired man rolls his eyes, rubbing at his face as he bends down to pick up some thrown clothes on the ground. “That wasn’t the reason, nor am I taking anyone’s side. I just simply think that this entire situation is getting incredibly out of con–” The rest of his lecture is thankfully cut off as his three children come rushing into the room, the youngest immediately running circles around his name sake.

The young boy practically becomes a cheetah every time he sees the ginger, excitement making his body vibrate. “Auntie Nat, tell dad that we should get pizza tonight please!” Even as he zooms around his big puppy dog eyes are obvious, and it tugs at the widow’s heart strings knowing she can never say no to him.

“C’mon Barton, don’t be boring! Give the little gremlins what they want!” The ginger drags the youngest boy back, smiling wide at his screeches. Pulling him to sit in her lap, Nat smiles as she hugs Nate as close as possible. She knows that she needs to come around more as she realizes how much heavier he’s gotten since she last saw him. Pushing away the emotion as the speed of his growth hits her, the Russian focuses on the present.

The glare shot her way is ignored, subtly flipping off the older man. He stands up straighter, raising his eyebrow as he stares down his best friend. “Just because they’re here doesn’t mean you get out of talking, you know that right?”

“Are you in trouble Aunt Nat?” Lila’s curious gaze meets the widow’s, and Natasha gulps as she silently curses the young girl’s maturity and sharp social skills. She's too young to be this good at it, but then again so was the widow.

Cooper’s ears perk up at that, the older boy starting to grow into his own and eager for a moment to show off his skills. Even if it is his sister that has picked up the family archery, he has officially started exploring different forms of protection. Taking after another Avenger, the boy has been learning how to fight with shields and weapons made for defense. It's something that his family pokes fun at him for, but he loves it.

The Russian smiles, softening her entire expression as she looks over at the young girl. She needs the conversation to end there, or at least the interest in it from the adolescents in the group. “No sweetie, I’m fine. Your dad just wants to try and get me to talk about things I don’t want to talk about.”

Clint scoffs, rolling his eyes as he settles into the couch and pulls out a menu. “More like talking to someone about something that you need to talk about.”

Cooper groans, flopping back onto the recliner. “Dad we aren’t little kids anymore, you can talk about grown up things around us. Well I guess Nate is a baby.” He snickers when he sees the younger boy gasp.

Darting off of Natasha’s lap, Nate launches himself at his older brother. The two immediately begin to wrestle, tumbling over the back of the chair and rolling around on the wooden floor. Lila rolls her eyes, slipping on her headphones as she tries to ignore the annoyance of the boys. One to always try to act cool around her aunt.

“Figuring out dinner is difficult Clint, and not everyone can just magically do that.” The ginger crosses her arms, slowly receding into herself as she feels the lecture coming back.

The old archer chuckles, jotting down notes on what they would be ordering that night, barely paying attention to anything the other is saying. “You act like food is so difficult. It’s not. You look at the options, and you pick the best one. It’s that simple Nat.” He presents his list arrogantly to the woman, wiggling his eyebrow mockingly.

Huffing, the assassin glares at a scuff on the floor. Refusing to the cocky expression on the other’s face, she denies him another time. “Not when it’s dinner for everyone in the house, not everyone is going to be happy with the same thing everytime.”

Dropping the notepad down on the side table, Clint leans against his knees as he pushes into Natasha’s personal bubble just slightly. “Stop acting like you’re feeding toddlers, it truly isn’t that hard to feed four adults and make sure they all get at least something that will be good for them. I can easily cook dinner for Laura and our kids, you can cook for your group too.”

“Why does it fall on us, huh? You and I should get the opportunity to just sit back and wait for dinner to be finished.” Not one to take a challenge lightly, the ginger drops her feet to the ground to level up with Barton.

Smirking, the archer tilts his head and laughs at the woman. He knows exactly where he trapped her, and he knows that he can use it to his advantage now. “Sometimes you gotta step up Nat.”

“Step up to what dad? It’s just dinner, stop acting like it’s a mission to cook.” Cooper’s crooked grin as he interrupts the competitive moment makes the Avengers chuckle, a split second of relief in the conversation.

Standing, and obnoxiously stretching, Clint uses his body to force the ginger to lose balance and fall back into the chair. “Yeah, well your Aunt Nat isn’t really good when she’s the one in charge of dinner. She’s burned the food the past few times, keeps just trying to order food to replace it.”

Nate's eyes brighten, excitement buzzing through his body as he hears one of his favorite dinner ideas. “Delivery is the best though!”

Nodding along, the father picks up his phone to prepare to call the pizza shop. Pausing, he leans against the table as he takes the minute to look at four of his favorite people. “It’s amazing and fun, but it doesn’t replace a home cooked meal. Sometimes seeing that effort and love put into something so warm means more than something just bought, or picked out. Dinner, and food in general, is an act of love. It’s a way to show someone you care about them, and some days it’s okay to order something to be delivered. It still shows you care enough to get them food, but that extra effort to take time out of your day to plan and actually cook the food is so much better. The food also almost always tastes better. Love isn’t about the money kids, and neither is food. It’s something that your Aunt Nat needs to learn, and it’s a hard lesson to learn but it’s one that everyone has to go through at some point.”

As he finally turns away, lifting the phone to his ear and the kids go back to playing, the ginger’s focus drifts out the window. Thoughts of you, Wanda, and lastly Kate bounce about through her mind as she debates her next move.

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“Are.. you alright kid?” The sympathy in the older man’s voice tugged at your nerves, a tone you know not many hear.

You take your time to answer, debating if you want to attempt to lie. The urge to brush off your feelings and insecurities is strong, especially when you logically know most of them are false, but you know the soldier next to you would never consciously fib to you. “Maybe everyone’s right.”

The question is silent, a man of few words as per usual. His head is just barely tilting up towards you, waiting patiently but pushing you in the way he knows you need to.

Tugging your shirt sleeve down, suddenly hyper aware of everything wrong with you, your stomach flips and gags you slightly. It’s almost like your body is trying to reject opening up, anxiety swarming your nerves and every inch of yourself. “It’s illogical for anything in my life, especially this, to work out. It’s the trend at this point, so why would it change? It doesn’t make sense, and one day I’m going to be forced to choose.” Your voice dies out slowly, your body following as you try to curl up in on yourself.

Bucky’s rough voice cracks the foundation of the wall you had just begun to build, stopping you in your tracks. “Do those people matter? If you guys make it work then really that’s all that matters?”

His question makes you think, the first person to not just point out the entire situation going on to you as if you weren’t experiencing it currently. It made you malfunction slightly since you had mentally prepared to defend your life, or maybe to get angry again. Instead you take a breath, letting the one thought that you shove down the most run free for a second. “Maybe, or maybe we’re just being naive. I don’t want to ever be put in a position where I have to choose. I know what my choice would be, at least in theory, but…it would destroy me. I’m not even sure who I would be after that.”

You watch as he flexes his dark vibranium hand, rubbing at it as if he was cleaning up a smudge. Uncertainty rises in your throat, but he once again lays a heavy hand on your fear. “You’re a fighter, and you have plenty of people that would support you in any way you would need. I would support you in any way you would need.”

You couldn’t help the small smile that pulls at your lips, the normally stoic man always had a soft side for you. It was something that you found pride in, keeping moments like this close to your heart. The relationship you had with the soldier was something that was incredibly important to you, and you knew that he treasured you.

The happiness you feel is short lived as you let his statement sink into your mind, letting it get engulfed by the darkness that sits within you. Turning such a beautiful sentiment into another dagger to dig into the wound that you never let heal, only scabbing over for a brief time before you allow it to be ripped back apart by your mind. “I was never meant to make it this far, never meant to save myself. I’ve known that from the beginning. I’ve been playing in overtime, a dangerous game to play.”

Flashes of nights spent alone, the weight of a loaded pistol in his hand, fill his mind momentarily. Blinking rapidly, the older man tries his hardest to ignore his own memories as his determination to keep you safe overpowers. “You know I disagree with that.”

Rolling your eyes, you lightly shove him. “Just because you disagree doesn’t mean everyone in the world disagrees.”

Stuttering, a moment of disbelief filters through the older man’s mind. He spent so many years under the influence of chemicals and other people, but for some reason he was able to make it through. Not necessarily the best mentally, Bucky survived and is now the happiest he has ever been. He wants to help you, wants to ease your tension and fears but how can he help someone whose brain is miraculously even darker than his.

“Sometimes I feel like the world would end if I didn’t exist, which is really ironic for someone that wanted to die most of their life. I don’t understand living, or joy in the daily world. I never did. Even as a kid I romanticized death and ceasing to exist, it seemed peaceful and ideal. It wasn’t because I thought I couldn’t handle responsibilities or anything, at least that wasn’t why back then, but because I thought that was like my destiny. Ultimately death is everyone’s, in theory eventually, but for me it always felt like I was bound for an early untimely demise ” Chuckling, you can’t help but flourish your words at the idea that played in your head almost daily for most of your life. For you death was only scary when it wasn’t your own, instead you would greet it with open arms for yourself but it simply seemed to never want to welcome you back.

You never thought it was dark, or sad, just the way your life went. The mindset you had didn’t please most people, and you try your hardest to ignore those thoughts as much as possible but it isn’t always easy. As of lately, with everything going on, the world around you no longer is loud enough to drown out your deepest dark romantic thoughts. Instead it sang its grim melody, luring you back into its grasp. “Keeping everything together, things are falling through the cracks and I don’t have all the information. I can’t be the glue anymore when I can’t even keep myself together.”

Bucky eyes flicker around, trying to think of how to answer everything that he had just heard. He knows that you don’t want to hear anything about death, your mind has been made up for years now, so instead he focuses on something he may be able to help with. “Are you the glue because your dynamic falls solely on you and your involvement or because whatever is happening right now is forcing you to believe that you’re the only thing keeping everyone involved in the relationship?”

Your mouth opens and closes, jaw tense as you stew on the words Bucky said. It wasn’t something you ever wanted to think about, a flaw within the dynamic that ultimately fulfilled all your dreams. While you know that most people believe that you saved Wanda and Natasha’s relationship, you don’t like to think that. They would have survived, and thrived on their own, but you do know that you brought a steadiness that they were not used to. Many say that you saved Kate, but in all reality you believe that the two of you saved yourselves to end up together. You didn’t like the idea of being the reason why Kate is thriving, the girl fought her whole life and she deserves the credit for where she is. Pride wells up inside you every time you think about the warrior that she is, and how she truly is a hero. She may never fully believe that, regardless of her god complex, but she is your hero. Everything she ever does is amazing, and leaves you breathless, but you see the anxiety and the hesitation with each movement and decision.

Unbeknownst to you, the soldier next to you was watching you carefully. Analyzing you as you zoned out, a moment of silence between the two of you allowed him to gather his thoughts. He knew that you had a darker side, a part of you that most ignored for the cute loveable layer. It was a fact, but he wasn’t used to seeing it so much. You had been far less bubbly and adorable as of lately, the weight of everything dragging you down and allowing the gloomy side out.

The mostly comfortable tranquility was shattered by your best friend slamming open the stairwell door, the two of you flinching as you turned to her. Her face is frantic, breaking all of her training as she looks around. “Grab your suit, kid, we must go now.” She shakes her head, cutting you off effectively when you go to question her. The look she shoots your way is all you needed to see, jumping over the couch.

Thoughts distraught in your head, you can feel a slight burn along your left rib cage. Rubbing at it you are surprised when your suit starts melting across your skin, realizing that it’s been enchanted. The dark, almost black, suit quickly covers your body and a mask slips over your head. You blink when your vision glows red, purple writing explains everything around you and gives you information on anything that you may need. Looking down at your hands you realize that the mask shows you all the weapons that you have, magically concealed within the belt now around your waist.

You can feel the power surging through you, and when you hear Wanda’s voice echoing through the mask you feel confident. With the witch’s magic protecting you, and her voices guiding you, there wasn’t anything you felt like you couldn’t conquer. “Let’s do this.” Laying your hand on Yelena’s shoulder, you will yourself to be where you need to be. Disappearing, the two of you leave a static filled smoke cloud behind.

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The ginger barely blinks when she sees the remnants of scarlet mist floating in her peripheral vision. “You know, whenever you said you would show up wherever I needed you I never thought that you would really start showing up without my asking for it.”

Wanda settles in the seat next to her girlfriend, sitting sideways so that she can look at her. Letting her legs hang over the armrest, the younger woman rolls her eyes and sarcastically tips an invisible hate towards the widow. “I’m at your service, night and day. Top notch, automatic. We’re all just living in your world, aren’t we?” The smirk pulls at her lips, her eyebrow raises cockily.

It didn’t take the widow much brain power to pick up on the sarcasm dripping from the witch's lips, a bad habit that only grew after the two collared you. The young Sokoivian was never really a sardonic person, just had a mask of confidence, but your bratty side unlocked a part of her that no one could control. “Destined to rule the world and can’t even admit to it being yours, how humble of you.”

“Don’t you own them? Isn’t that what you said? Bishop? Your Toy? Aren’t they our world? You say I’m destined to prevail, but we both know you are awaiting the destruction not the regime.” Wanda picks at her nails, an act that the other woman sees through easily. The younger of the two always had a harder time hiding her emotions, a detrimental issue for her powers.

Natasha chuckles dryly, focusing on the panel of screens as she tries to act unaffected by the other woman’s attempt at baiting her. “Dramatic as usual, if only you left that in the past with the heavy eyeliner and tacky pleats.”

Twirling one of her rings around her finger, the witch’s eyebrows scrunch mockingly together as she stares at her partner. “Are you sure you were trained to be an assassin, you spend more time critiquing my old fashion choices and pining over millionaires than you do actually going on missions nowadays.”

Hitting the display board as she finishes inputting the last bit of information, hitting the button for Friday to take over. “Ah the root of all the problems in the world. Me liking someone that isn’t you. Don’t you think it’s a little ironic that you’re so possessive over me when you’re the one that wanted to open the relationship?” Spinning the chair to look at Wanda, the ginger struggles to keep her anger in check as she sees how nonchalantly the woman is talking about everything.

A taunting laugh falls from her lips, the witch paying no attention to her seething girlfriend as she plays with a small ball of her magic. “Jealousy is a quaint little idea Romanoff, if only such things were of my nature.” Finally raising her gaze to meet the older Avenger’s eyes, Wanda's nose scrunches as she mocks her.

Rolling her eyes, Natasha scoffs as she plants her feet firmly on the ground between the two of them. Leaning in she reaches up to shove the other girl’s feet to the ground, smirking as she stumbles a bit. “Right, you would never be envious of me. I’m not good enough for that, that’s reserved for cocky archers.” Gripping the witch’s chin, the spy forces her face to level with hers; a feeble attempt at gaining the upper hand.

Wanda uses the position she’s in to her advantage, letting her mouth fall open just slightly and softening her gaze. She looks up at Natasha through her lashes, a face she knows the older woman can never say no to. “She’s more than that, but if you want to demote her to such a title; let’s talk about that.” Her voice is light, but the bite is evident as she practically whispers. “If she’s just an archer, why would you care so much about fixing your preposterous reaction? Why would a simple athlete’s feelings matter so deeply to you that you would stoop to the level of the Americans that are just so infantile to you for celebrating a fake holiday?”

The silence is loud, a representation of the ginger’s confidence as it dies out. The witch’s innocent doe eyes hardened and spark up with mischief as she realizes her words were finally cutting deep. Competition was always a strong common ground for the two, even during an argument as both sides push and prod the other to try and outdo them. “Usually you would fill the dead air, Natalia. Most people wouldn’t allow someone to spread such lies about them. Unless they aren’t lies, unless the world was oh so wrong about the heartless Black Widow. Is that it? The idea of your beloved princess and her worthless stray being mad at you gnawing at your black heart strings. The thought tearing at your chest like a black hole. Isn’t it funny that you act so unaffected by everything but really you couldn’t handle the fact that someone put their hands on a moronic mongrel that you couldn’t muster up a single sympathetic word.”

A defeated sigh falls from the spy’s lips, falling back into the captain’s chair as she lets go of the brunette’s chin. “Are you acting out Maximoff?”

Wanda, thriving as she watches Natasha retreat, lets her ego get bigger. Sitting up straighter, posture becoming more regal as she arrogantly looks down on the spy; pride in what she believes is finally a win for her after months of back and forth. “Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll stop. Tell me that you aren’t fighting your own mind daily. Wishing you could slit the throats of those men, wishing you could destroy every single childhood memory of the mutt you fell for.”

“Maybe you’re right, but don’t you think it’s funny that you gave them the reaction they wanted because you didn’t want them to be scared of you. You aren’t soft, and you aren’t loving. You’re cold and calculated. If anyone here is heartless it’s you Maximoff. You are filled with a darkness that even the most evil of men couldn’t fathom, a tenebrosity overwhelming even the blackest of nights.” Even though the words she speaks are harsh, Natasha curls into herself. Backing away from her girlfriend as she tries to reign in anything she might later regret. She knows her training is better than this, but something about Wanda has always made her lose control in every way no matter how good or bad.

Clenching her jaw, the witch can feel the tension brewing inside her body. Her shoulders rigid as she tries to figure out what is about to happen. She doesn’t want to use her magic, instead relying on the fact that she knows the widow like the back of her hand. It doesn’t fail her often. “At least I had a reaction, fake or not. I didn't need to grovel at the feet of a spoiled rich kid. My dignity is still intact unlike yours.”

“You can have dignity, all high and mighty but what will you be left with after that? A fake air of confidence and a mask that sinks so deep that even you forget who the real girl underneath it all is? The girl that Pietro left behind completely gone? Did she die with him?” A sad, almost sullen smile pulls at the corners of Natasha’s mouth as she looks up slowly. Her bright forest green eyes almost look wet with unshed tears, something that would fool most people but not Wanda. No matter how much the widow plays, she knows that she’ll never be able to actually trick the brunette into believing any of her tactics. She had to have known that this was the plan all along, a hit below the belt to get her to back off after she had cornered her. It was dirty, and unkind, but at this point in the game nothing was off the table anymore.

It took a moment for what the assassin said to really sink in, almost lost in the bubbling anger but when it finally hit the world felt cold. Her brother was always left untouched, a memory that she cherished and tended to daily so she would never be without. A thing atop of pedestal where no one could reach, but the Russian had decided to get a ladder and step into a different playing field. “She may have died with him, left in a pile of rubble but at least she was real. Loved and cherished. Where’s the real Natalia? Did you ever know her? Did anyone ever know the real you or did your poor mother sell that off too? What was she worth? Has to be more than whatever we’re left with.”

Bringing up specific things, like her brother or the ginger’s lineage, wasn’t something that Wanda took pride in. The business the two were forced into brought enough opportunities for low blows and deep cuts to hash open, memories of beloved people weren’t something that needed to be tainted. Only stooping low when others decided to, digging a basement for the rock bottom jabs.

Deciding that was enough for the time being, Wanda takes the shocked silence as her chance to disappear. Her knowledge of the one person on this Earth that she truly thought she knew inside and out failed her.

It’s almost entirely silent in the quinjet, even the wind rushing as the ginger flies through the air isn’t heard. The trace of crimson fog lingering in the air as Natasha sits there struggling to breathe, alone once more.

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The world flashed before the two young heroes' eyes, a moment that drew slow for just the duo as they realized that this was no ordinary robbery. Frozen in their spot, an imaginary glue adhering them to the metallic floor, it’s almost like watching television. A deep rooted want to scream out, to heckle the characters on the screen for not moving, but reality slaps them across the face when a terrified scream rings in their ears.

The two young New York natives realize that they are the ones in the show, forcing themselves to move in the heat of the moment. Scattering in hopes to stay vigilante, one step ahead of the masked men who are patrolling the floor. Slipping into a trusty vent, the archer takes a page from her own mentor’s book as she just barely stows away before she’s seen.

Kate’s eyes search out the young spider, something she would chastise herself for later. How could she lose sight of her partner? It was basically rule number one, always know where your allies were. Slumping against the vent wall, she takes a moment to try and control her nerves. The guys below her were familiar but mind bogglingly overpowered, she wasn’t sure where they got whatever weapons from but it wasn’t something in the information sent by Stark. A fact that she would have to remember to bring up to him.

Crackling the young spider’s voice finally breaks through her ear piece, and she looks around trying to find where he is. Finally seeing him in a dark corner across the room, hanging on by his webs, the archer is relieved to hear his static filled voice. The two take a minute, breathing a sigh of relief when they realize they are both safe for the moment.

When an energy beam goes flying by Peter’s face, miraculously not giving away his position, the young boy starts trying to figure out a plan. “We gotta go down before they do anything dangerous, I wonder why Mr. Stark didn’t tell us about whatever glowy stuff they have.”

“I’m not sure he knew, but this bank looks familiar.” Ignoring how the boy starts pestering her, ocean blue eyes scan the area before it clicks. Her company helped service them, and she wiggles gleefully. Slipping a trick arrowhead from the new pack, she waits patiently for a louder noise before stabbing it into the metal near her. Quickly pulling up her watch, a projection allows her to use the B. Tech arrowhead to take over the entire building’s electrical system.

It only takes a few swipes before the entire building’s power shuts down, everything going deadly quiet before the emergency lights click on. The people below, recovering from shock, finally started to search for who was responsible.

“Woah did you just do that?” Peter’s eyes are squinting at the archer as he tries to look at what she’s doing from across the bank.

Kate just giggles, nodding as she swipes through surveillance and vault locks. “My company wired this entire building, I just took this fight back for us. We just gotta be quick.” The CEO rolls her shoulders, closing the blinking projection and motioning out to the spider where she would be going.

Slipping out of the vent, her legs dangling, the archer scans the area quickly before throwing an arrowhead across the room. A forcefield expanding as the trick arrow bounces, blocking off an entire hallway. Immediately giving away their positions, but the element of surprise and night vision on their side. Though the two don’t fight side by side, back to back, the two keep track of one another at all times.

It’s almost effortless as Peter webs up three guys approaching Kate’s back, and the archer takes out a man with a blaster aiming for the spider. It’s a rough fight, the young Avengers not quite prepared for a group of people that can handle the type of weapons that they wield.

The two spend more time protecting, acting on the defense rather than offense. They knew that it was going to be a tricky mission when they realized how many civilians were scattered through the group. Understanding that worrying for others safety is causing them to be on the losing end of the fight.

“Oh spidey boy!!!” The deep voice sings out, mocking the young boy.

Slipping as she hears the voice, Kate loses balance momentarily causing her to miss her target. Cursing herself, the archer quickly takes the target down at the last second and barely saves a young girl. She isn’t sure where her fellow hero is, but she hasn’t been alerted by the AI that there was an issue so she has to assume that nothing is wrong.

“Get your head in the game, Kate.” The more she moves the more she berates herself to do more, swinging around to take down different masked men. Her new bow mindlessly switches between sword and bow as quickly as her own reflexes, arrowheads traveling up her arm and Uru spines extend instantaneously as the sharp point touches it’s rest. The fluid motion in which her new suit and equipment works with her body is mesmerizing, a new extension of her own mind.

She almost feels like a hero now, not just in bravery and attitude but look and technology as well. No longer needing to rely just on her own eyesight and guesstimating, the HUD in the glasses framing her face telling her all the information she would ever need. The pack along her torso was the most amazing part of her new set up, instant arrowheads all controlled by her thoughts allowed for a practically flawless display of her skills.

Every opportunity that she’s had to put this new suit on was something that she could have only dreamed of. Fights have become something almost like a tournament to her, competitive to an even higher max than before as she finally settles into her laser focus. Nothing but her next movements, the next person to protect, on her mind; Kate feels at the top of her game.

A bone chilling scream rings throughout the bank, echoing off the large marble sculptures, making everyone turn to look at the source. There in the center of the room, clutching and clawing at his head, is Peter crumpled in a withering heap. A dissipating green smog floats in the air around his collapsed body, a subtle sizzling sound can be heard through the tense silence. It’s almost like even the masked men weren’t prepared for the reaction they got, frozen in their position.

Scanning his body, the AI in Kate’s ears is practically screaming and rushing her forward to save the boy whose body is rejecting all functions. She’s moving before she can realize it, the edge of her sword sparking as she slides across the stone floor. Coming to a stop on her knees in front of her best friend’s balled up from, she takes out a few men sprinting towards them without taking her eyes off of the man holding a broken tube. Arrowhead and sword in hand, the young Avenger stands to her feet.

Her face is painted with anger and vengeance, even though her suit covers most of her expression, and she barely flinches when the second man in charge comes to stand next to his friend. Tossing the trick arrow to the ground, a force field surrounds the four of them and Kate lets her mask down. “I wanted you to see the face of the girl who is about to destroy you.”

“This is the infamous Hawkeye?” Their laughs bounce against the sizzling electricity, mocking as it echoes in the small makeshift arena. The two men clearly only paid attention to the boy behind the archer, not realizing how much damage that the archer could really do.

“Is this our movie moment? Where we get on our knees and beg a little girl to spare our lives because you’re just oh so powerful.” The two men aren’t even phased as they cackle, joking as Kate holds two arrowheads between her fingers.

Fanning them out, she focuses on how she is close enough to see the veins in their necks bulging as they howl. She wants to seethe, rage overtaking her actions, the need to protect her best friend strong but something feels wrong. The men don’t seem to even care that she’s there, holding deadly weapons, and while the young girl is used to people underestimating her this was different.

Confusion floods her body, almost forcing the confidence that she was feeling out. She doesn’t understand this dreadful cloud that is hanging above her head. This wasn’t the moment to get insecure about her abilities, she had an important job to do which only got more needed when Peter was taken out.

“At least we know what our Love Bug looks like all grown up.” Kate blinks, once and then again as her gaze lifts to scan the man’s covered face. The breath gets caught in her throat as her mind fights against the protective wall around forbidden memories.

Everything is happening all too fast, cracks breaking the foundation of her entire heroic facade. She can’t break now, not here; not in front of them. The blood in her body pumps cold, a stark contrast to the vengeful hot temperature it was seconds ago. Kate wants to move, can hear the AI in her ear urging her to move now while the two were distracted but she can’t.

The second man hits the other on the chest, pointing at the CEO’s body as his disgusting gaze travels downward. “Just as hot as she was back then, honestly I could take another go at her.”

The sentence was muttered, almost under his breath but it was almost like he screamed it to the archer. Her entire body shakes, and her heart begins racing. She wanted to run, to hide under a blanket and pretend like the world no longer exists.

It’s almost like her suit takes over for her, the archer’s knees weak and almost collapsing under her. Forcing Kate’s hand to move, readying to throw the arrowheads, but the two men reach up and slip their masks off. Even though she had realized who they were, their voices engraved into even the deepest of her memories, the second she could physically see their eyes and their cocky arrogant smirks everything crashed and burned. It’s almost like she could still feel the rough messy hair atop their heads, muscle memory trying to shove it away forces her to drop her weapons.

Stepping towards her, even though she’s the same height as them now, they practically loom over her. It’s intimidating as they almost circle towards her, kicking away the fallen sword. Tugging off their gloves, one of them reaches up to cup her flinching face. Calloused thumb rubbing her cheek, so aggressively that it almost leaves a raw red mark, while the other man grabs at her waist. When Kate’s face lowers, sinking in on herself as she attempts to be smaller, the man’s hand leaves her body to tangle his fingers into her hair.

Yanking her head back, the two chuckle at her pained expression. Almost tugging her head back and forth, inspecting her. For the first time in about eight years the young brunette finally raises her eyes to make direct eye contact with the two men who destroyed her life. Hating herself as she searches for the sparkle of the men she grew up with, a glimmer of the people who father trusted most. Mind racing as she figures out a way to win the game, to make sure that they are proud and happy of her at the end of play time.

“Did you miss us, Bug?”

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A Virtual Romance Part 2 (Steve X Reader)

Warnings: No smut in this one. Plenty of feels and some angst. Light touching with a dash of dirty talk.

Word count: 2538

STEVE

Can I ask you a question?

And be honest with me!

Always.

Are YOU going to hide your identity tomorrow night?

Steve starred at the message on his phone from his seat across from his father’s empty desk. To be honest, he wasn’t sure. There was a cocky side of him that thought ‘what girl wouldn’t want to be with Steve Harrington?’ but you weren’t like all the other girls. You were different. He knew that from the moment you stood up for that girl in the school chatroom.

You weren’t afraid to tell popular kids like himself to shut the fuck up. You both HAD had conversations in the past though were you mentioned you had interactions with these kids that weren’t favorable. Had Tommy and Carol bullied you? Had he chuckled along with them at you to save face? What if you hated the person he had always pretended to be?

He never wanted to pretend with you but he was always terrified of losing you if you found out who he was. After Monday night though, he strongly wanted to take that risk.

What would make you comfortable?

That’s not what I asked, Stealthy.

“Steven! Thank you for coming by after school. I’m so sorry to keep you waiting.” Steve’s father patted him on the back before taking the seat across from his son.

“Yeah, no problem. I’ve only been waiting an hour.”

“You know how it is around here, kid.” Steve makes a small hm sound as his dad flashes him a frustrated look. “Steven, I called you down here because we need to talk about your future. Your senior year is almost over—”

“The first semester isn’t even over yet.”, he interrupted.

“AND I WOULD HOPE,” his father raised his voice, “that you have already applied to colleges and are preparing to be a strong independent adult. Of course, after you graduate, you have a job waiting for you here. You can intern while at school and then I can hire you full time once you have your degree.”

“Oh, I see. You brought me down here to talk about your future for me. Not my own.”

Mr. Harrington pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance as the intercom in his office beeps.

“Sir, you have a call on line one. It’s Mr. Way.”

“Steven, this is a very important client I have to talk to. We’ll finish this conversation later.”

Steve angrily rises from his chair and leave his dad’s office, completely forgetting to message you back.

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YOU

Shit. Maybe I pushed him too hard. Should I send him another message or just wait for him to answer my question…?

You looked at your watch. Usually, he was online by now and he hadn’t replied back to your last message. You starred at the blank word document in front of you, attempting to work on your report for History but your mind couldn’t focus.

You minimized the screen and went looking through the school chatrooms. He wasn’t online and he wasn’t talking to anyone. Your leg jumped anxiously as you watched the conversations unfold in the group room. Everyone was talking about the school dance and how they thought it would be.

ComplicatedQueen84: I bet the music is going to suck!

Bandgeek1234: Oh of course! You think Principal Higgins knows good music? Lol

MadeULOOk: Who’s going to be crowned King and Queen?!

CurlyCarol85: Tommy and Me. Duh!

Sk8terboiHigh: Oh yeah? What about Harrington?!

TommyLoveshisGirl: He can’t be king if he isn’t bringing a date.

ComplicatedQueen84: WHAT?! Harrington is going stag?? I nominate myself has his queen ;P.

StealthyNinja02 is online.

StealthyNinja02: Hey

StealthyNinja02: I’m sorry I didn’t answer you earlier.

StealthyNinja02: I was talking to my dad and lets just say it didn’t go well.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: I’m sorry. Is everything ok? Do you want to talk about it?

StealthyNinja02: My dad has this plan for me and its basically being him. I don’t want that.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: You should tell him. Tell him you want to be your own man and follow your own dreams.

StealthyNinja02: Ouyay, I don’t even know what those dreams are. All I know is I don’t want to be him.

StealthyNinja02: Do you get along with your parents?

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: For the most part, yeah. My stepmom can be a bit of a hardass but my dad is cool.

StealthyNinja02: What about your mom?

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: She left when I was really little.

StealthyNinja02: Shit, honey. I’m sorry.

StealthyNinja02: I

StealthyNinja02: I was thinking of going to the dance without a disguise. I feel like you should see me for who I am. Honestly, I’m tired of hiding.

StealthyNinja02: I do it with my dad, kids at school, my friends. I don’t want to hide from you.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: I don’t know if I can do the same. I’m sorry. I feel like such an asshole.

StealthyNinja02: Lol if there is one thing you are not it’s an asshole.

StealthyNinja02: I understand. Like I said… I just need to see you in front of me. Hear your voice. I need to touch you and know you’re real.

You & Steve

You walked up to the gym holding your dress with your hands. The glitter shimmered as your hips moved. You traced your fingers along with the mask over your eyes making sure it was in place as you entered through the double doors.

Steve was already there looking around nervously as Tommy and Carol blathered on about how stupid this dance already was. He went with the cliché Prince Charming costume and true to his word left his face uncovered. Suddenly a beautiful figure got his eye.

You sighed anxiously as you wondered to the middle of the makeshift dance floor. Fiddling with your hands, you reached up to play with your hair but there was nothing to grab since you pulled it into a tight Cinderella style bun.

“Ouyay?”

You slowly turned around on your heels coming face to face with the amber eyes of your online crush.

“Steve Harrington? You’re StealthyNinja02?”

“I am. Wow, you are gorgeous.”, he breathed shakily as his eyes scanned over you.

“This…this was a mistake.” You start to walk away as he reaches for your arm.

“Please, don’t go. Give me a chance. I wasn’t lying when I said I didn’t want to hide anymore. Give me a chance to show you who I am.”

You searched his hopeful expression, finally nodding. He big smile stretched across his face. “Great! Do you want to go somewhere else so we can talk?”

“What about the dance? Shouldn’t you be ‘seen’ or something?”

“Ouyay, I don’t give a fuck about this dance. I just want to focus on you.” That made you genuinely smile and the vision of it made Steve’s own grin grow as he walked with you out of Gym and down the empty hallways of the school. “Is there another name I can call you? Beside Ouyay.”

You shake your head. “Ouyay is still fine.”

He nods. “Where did that screenname come from anyway?”

“It’s pig latin. Ouyay areyay umbday. You. Are. Dumb.”, you giggle at your own cleverness as Steve smiles.

“So I’ve been calling you ‘You’ all this time?”

“Technically yes.”, you laugh harder.

“God damn, your laugh is beautiful. I always imagined what it would sound like but it doesn’t compare to the real thing.” You blush as you look away from him. “Have, um, have I met you before?”

“A couple of times.”

“Was I an asshole?”

“No, Steve Harrington, you were not an asshole. Your friends on the other hand…”, he looks away guiltily. “Why do you hang out with them?”

“I don’t know. Caters to the image, I guess. The image of who I’m supposed to be. King Steve, right?”

“So, you cater to Tommy and Carol, two people you hate and your father, someone you don’t want to become, when do you cater to yourself and be who YOU want to be?”

He stops walking, looking down into your eyes. “When I’m talking to you.”

“Steve… you shouldn’t do it for me. You should be who you want to be for you. The rest will follow.”

“HEY! No students in the hallways!”, a security guard screams at you both.

Steve chuckles as he grabs your hand and you both run in the opposite direction. You tug his palm pulling him into the cafeteria, up the stage near the front and behind the curtain. The two of you freeze, waiting. His body is pressed up against yours as you hide. The smell of his cologne makes your brain go fuzzy as you look up to find that his eyes are looking down at you.

You stare at each other, having a silent conversation as the security guard breathlessly runs into the cafeteria. Steve lips slowly descend to meet yours. Your fingers reach up and tangle in his hair as you pull his head closer to yours.

“Hey guys. Be on the lookout. We have students roaming the halls.”, the guards walkie talkie beeps as he removes his finger from the button.

You turn your head to peak through the tiny crack in the curtain as Steve trails kisses down your cheek to your neck. Reaching down with you hand, you rub against the growing bulge in his pants.

“I don’t think two fingers was enough.”, you whisper.

“Fuck”, he moans as he places his forehead on yours.

The guard starts heading the stage and you quickly take Steve’s arm running back through the hall and outside near the parking lot.

“Whew, this dress was not made for movement.”

He coyly pulls you into his arms. “We can always just take it off.” You bite your lip as you smile. “Please tell me who you are.”

“I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

“Harrington! There you are! We have been looking everywhere for you.” Tommy pulls on Steve’s arm guiding him back towards the gym.

“Tommy, Jesus. Can I have one second?!” He turns around to grab your hand to bring you back to the dance with him but to his dismay you were already gone.

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YOU

The following Monday everyone was talking about the dance.

“Oh my god. It was so lame.”

“Did you see Steve though? He looked so hot.”

“I know but who was that slut with him?”

“Her dress was gorgeous.”

“Hey, Space cadet.”, Sam snapped her fingers in front of your face. “What’s going on? You’ve been staring at the stage for like five minutes.”

You moved your food around your tray. “I’m sorry. I’m just tired.”

She eyes you skeptically. “You didn’t tell him, did you? Who was Prince Charming anyway?”

“See if you had gone to the dance with me then you would have found out. And no, I didn’t tell him.”

“Y/N…”

“I know. I just…I can’t, ok?”

You phone vibrates but you ignore it. “At least talk to him. Tell him what you’re so afraid of.”

“I’m going to go outside before next period. Get some fresh air.” You quickly get up and head out the door before waiting for an answer.

You let an exasperated sigh as the cool Indiana wind hits your face.

“Are you okay over there?”

You jump at the sound of Steve’s voice. “Yeah, just frustrated.”

“Pfft. I know how you feel.” He flips his phone shut as he leans his head on the wall he’s sitting against.

“May I…ask what you’re frustrated about?”

He chuckles before he realizes your serious. “Oh, um have you not heard the idle gossip? Steve Harrington and some mystery girl?”

“I’m not one for gossip.” You slide down the wall to sit beside him, pushing down the butterflies that flutter at the feeling of being so close to him again. “So, what’s the problem? Mystery girl wasn’t everything you thought she would be?”

“No. God, no. The exact opposite. She was beautiful and sweet and funny… being able to just touch her… It’s hard to explain. Honestly, I think I wasn’t everything she thought I would be.”

“What makes you say that? I mean, who wouldn’t want to be with King Steve Harrington?”

He scoffs at your response. “That’s what they call me. I hate that. I don’t know…she’s not answering my texts and I haven’t heard from her since the dance. I miss her.”

You swallow down the lump that rises in your throat. “I’m sure she misses you to. Probably…just finding her bearings. Give her time.”

“Thank you…”

“Y/N.”

He smiles over at you as he gets up and runs towards his car in the parking lot.

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Steve

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18 is online.

StealthyNinja02: Why are you ignoring me?

StealthyNinja02: Is it because you found out who I am?

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: No. I just… needed some time to think.

Stealthy Ninja02: Think about what?

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Steve… I can’t do this. I can’t be what you want me to be.

Stealthy Ninja02: Ouyay, I’ve never asked you to be anything but yourself! I

Stealthy Ninja02: Hang on. I bought something today.

Steve reads the back of the box and follows the instructions Bob gave him at the Radio Shack. Suddenly in the corner under his name he saw his room and half of his face. He moved closer to the camera’s lens.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Steve, what are you doing?!

“I have zero technical skills. Can you hear me?”

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Yes…

“Good. Because I want to actually say this. I want you to really HEAR what I’m saying. I don’t care about the cliques or Tommy and Carol. I don’t care what people say behind my back. I… I don’t want to be that guy anymore. I want to be a better man. I want to be myself. You were right. I keep putting up these appearances for other people who I’m pretty sure hate me any way.”

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: I don’t think your dad hates you.

“Please. Have you met my father?”, he chuckles. “If he doesn’t hate me then he definitely doesn’t like me.”

Steve looks straight into the camera as if he’s looking into your eyes.

“I don’t want hide anymore and you shouldn’t either.”

He watches the screen as the bubble next to your name appears and reappears. After a few minutes you finally respond.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: You talked to me today…

“What did we talk about?”

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: You were right. You weren’t who I thought you would be. I expected someone from the AV club or something like that. When I saw it was you, I thought what everyone else does. King Steve Harrington who can get any girl he wants. But then we talked and you kissed me… I don’t care what people at school think but I do care about how they would treat you and I’d be lying if I said it wouldn’t break my heart if you tried to save face instead of following through with what you are saying right now.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: For example…

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: No one was around when we were talking today but what would you have done if people saw us outside, sitting together, casually talking.

“Y/N?”

Ouyay_areyay_umbday18 is offline.

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thewayuarent · 9 months

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The main conflict of Sand and Ray

In my previous post about SandRay dynamic I was talking about Ray’s addiction and how it could influence their relationship. But this conflict is based on external factors - Ray's addiction, as the Sand’s savior syndrome are their important characteristics, but not so much the basis of their personalities as a consequence.

Third episode gave me an understanding of some key traits of their characters, which are the basis of their main, internal conflict. What I mean by that is they’ll have a lot of fights caused by some reason or another (addiction - possibly, Mew thing - definitely yes, financial status - maybe, whatever else I don’t know probably everything, this show is a mess) but all these fights are going to happen because they have completely different view on life.

Ray is living in the moment where tomorrow may never happen. In ep1 Sand make that comment

and personally, I’m not sure of Ray knows himself. He doesn’t think ahead. Moreover, he is prone to avoidance - his drinking in a way helps him not to think about what’s happening in his life. He actively seeks ways to not thinking.

So he finds Sand. I mean, of course he likes Sand, but what’s more important, he can turn all of his time and energy on that guy he knows for a couple of weeks or something. One night together and Ray immediately imprints on him like a baby duck? Sure, why not. They both agreed that will be one time thing? But it was good, they both want more, complexities what,

Sand, on the other hand, is basically opposite. He always thinks ahead. He gives up to the moments in ep 2, but he’s concerned about it immediately. He analyzes everything - Ray’s behavior and his problematic tendencies, his own reaction, their relationship - and I can guess comes to some disappointing conclusions.

He knows Ray is a problem. He knows relationship with Ray will be a problem. I find it very interesting to compare these two lines:

Ray is almost in self-defense mode he’s basically like “Oh no I gave mixed signals so this guy may think I’m into him but I’m so obviously not” (yes you are)

Where Sand is saying “I know you are problematic and I don’t need that in my life” (with those eyes yep I believe you)

So he resists. He reminds them both about their status as friends in (almost)every dialogue they have in this episode.

Except for this one. My boy, you are flirting hard, is there something with the air or what?

So he knows things can go off the rails very easy very fast. But he gives in to Ray - not once, but twice. Because while he can understand what’s bad for him, he’s still prone to it. Letting everything go and living in a moment is very attractive idea and I can get Sand easily here.

The problem is, he just can’t afford it. Sand is in a constant survival mode. He have several jobs, he does illegal stuff for money and he has no option but to think through every aspect of his life. He can’t just control some parts of it and let go on others, he needs clear vision of his future.

So yes, the financial aspect plays a big part in who they are. Ray is rich rich and therefore he has no need to think about tomorrow. He is safe. He doesn’t need to think about job, or count expenses, or worry about future. Sand does.

Offtop but I really love the little details about their financial statuses. Sand never eats in university cause money. Ray can start a hotel business after one phone call. And my favorite is the cigarette thing. As a smoker I know NOTHING in the world makes me put on a whole cigarette. Not even a hot guy. Apocalypse can wait while I finish it. So yeah this shot was my moment of realization that Ray is very rich I’m not joking.

So what do I think gonna happen next? Ray will continue to push through, Sand will continue to give up (resisting in a process and tho giving quite mixed signals). Eventually they’ll come to a moment when Ray’s inability to think ahead will hurt Sand. And Sand will probably hurt Ray back. And the rest is history (I honestly don’t know what’ll happen this show is a mess).

And of course their relationship is not only about conflict, I find them very depressing but still very promising. There are a lot of great interactions going here but that’s probably a theme for another post.

#ofts #only friends the series #only friends #ofts meta #sandray #raysand #firstkhao #firstkhaotung #these two is fascinating #also kind of story of my life #and I’m projecting HARD

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spidey-d00d · 2 years

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The Risk and The Reward

Hangman x Reader Summary: "You could've died you know" In which you pulled a dangerous stunt and Hangman confronts you about it

Word Count: 1.8k TW: cursing, i think that's about it, jake being a pining idiot, unedited work

A/N: Another one! I feel like I am whipping these out so fast but I have little work to prove it. Anyways, send in some requests! I have one in progress but it is basically me self projecting about one of my experiences and just putting characters in place of the people in my life. It's very angsty and is gonna hurt. Idk who to make it for though, Jake or Bradley, someone let me know who they would like to see more! Enjoy!

“You could’ve died you know”

Jumping down from the jet you had just skillfully maneuvered through the sky, you slid your helmet off of your head and tucked it under your arm. To say you were beat was an understatement.

You had just pulled a move that could’ve gotten you into some serious trouble if you didn’t perform it perfectly, but to your luck, you did. Everyone was calling you stupid but with joyus looks on their faces, astonished at how you even managed to pull it off. It was dangerous, but that came with the job, you just had a thing with dancing with death, staring it right in the face as you waltzed off without a care in the world or a scratch to prove it.

You knew deep down, maybe you shouldn’t have done it, but it impressed your higher ups, yourself, and your captain.Although they were impressed though, it didn’t mean it was right. You broke the rules, and put your life, and a multi million dollar government property jet, on the line. To say that the admirals were upset was an understatement. They almost grounded you, but Maverick had talked them out of it. You weren’t sure how the man did it, but you would forever be grateful, he just saved your career basically. If you weren’t flying, you don’t know what you would be doing with your life.

Deciding you needed a drink, you made it to the rec room where you figured no one would be because they were suiting up to take the last flights of the day, or already taking a shower and heading home. Having the quiet room to yourself was nice, being able to hear your own thoughts for once and reflect on your day. It was peaceful. You were at peace.

The risks you or people around you took wasn’t something that shook you up anymore, you had gotten used to it with the job and the tasks you had been assigned to.

The slamming open of the rec room door was what caused you to turn around slowly and make eye contact with a disheveled looking Hangman. Raising up a singular eyebrow with the bottle of water to your lips, you waited for him to speak but all he did was open and close his mouth. It looked like he wanted to say something but no words were forming and making their way out of his mouth.

“Seresin you look like a fish, either close your mouth or speak.” You cocked your head to the side. Jake Seresin was not one to look out of sorts, always keeping his ego high and his smile bright. He wasn’t shaken up easily so it slightly concerned you but you waited for him to speak nonetheless.

He took a minute to compose himself, closing his eyes for a few seconds before opening them again and maintaining eye contact with you. His eyes boring into yours made you squirm a little bit, there was so much emotion he held on his own that it radiated off of him.

“You could’ve died, you know” Was all he said, which made you furrow your brows. Since when did he care about you? Maybe it was just because he was being a teammate, but this was Hangman, he didn’t work well with others, especially in the sky.

“I could’ve, but I didn’t, thanks for the concern though.” Was all you returned back to him, turning around and grabbing another bottle of water since you finished yours. It was a hot day.

“Y/N. You could’ve gotten yourself hurt, or killed.” Jake’s voice was tight and hard. He was trying his hardest to keep himself composed but he was slowly busting at the seams and wasn’t sure how much longer he could handle himself.

You weren’t sure where this was all coming from. Sure, you and him have had a few talks here and there at the Hard Deck, team bonding and what not, but it wasn’t like you guys were best friends. You were coworkers at most, and that’s all it would ever be because Hangman was a womanizer, a player, and you didn’t date other aviators. It was much easier that way, you knew how egotistical the men of the Navy were, let alone the pilots of the Navy.

“Seresin, I didn’t get hurt or die, obviously, so I don’t know what your problem is, but knock it off.” You spun around to see him with a sigh. You had already heard enough about how stupid you were with the meeting with the admirls, you didn’t need your teammates adding onto it, not right now.

Footsteps had made an appearance in your hearing, causing you to turn around and see Jake much closer than he was before. He looked terrified, his hair pointing in many different directions like he was pulling on it for hours. What you didn’t understand is why he looked like that.

“Seresin what is your pro-” You went to question before his voice cut you off.

“You could’ve died. You were stupid and idiotic and I don’t know what you were thinking. What were you thinking y/n” His voice was deep and gravely.

You let a confused expression cross your face before anger replaced it.

“First off, I don’t know who you think you are talking to like that. I’m fine, I didn’t get hurt or crash, and quite frankly, I’m not sure why I am having this conversation with you.” You stood up straight and came face to face with him. “And second, I don’t need to explain myself to you Hangman, I’ve already answered for my actions.”

Jake did nothing but stare at you, almost nose to nose with that emotion flowing through his eyes. You couldn’t pinpoint it but it didn’t matter in that moment, the only emotion flowing through your eyes was anger. Who did he think he was waltzing in there and saying what he did? He had no authority over you, nor did he have a true reason to say anything to you.

“God dammit Y/n” He stepped back a little bit before letting his voice boom in the empty room. You didn’t move from your spot or flinch at all, you just followed him with your eyes as he started pacing. His hands were all in his hair, must be how it got so messy.

“Seresin, I don’t know what your issue is, but don’t rope me into your little mope fest.” Was all you said in a calm, level voice. Nothing compared to his outburst. You couldn’t be bothered to fight with this man today, not after almost being grounded and everything else that happened after that. You had a long day and all you wanted was a nice cold shower and your bed to reset for tomorrow's set of training.

There was so much emotion radiating off of him it was making you feel sick. It was almost like he was concerned for you, but like you were thinking before, there was no way. Maybe he was just trying to cover his own ass because he knew you were good and if you went on the mission, it would be a guaranteed success. Maybe it was because he finally realized that you were the only one that at least tried to include him in little things even though the team tried to tell you not to, not wanting to deal with him. Whatever it was, you wanted nothing to do with it anymore, not right then and there.

You turned around to get your bottle of water and then made your way across the floor to the door that he had busted through not too long ago. Before you had the chance to reach the door handle, you were being grabbed at the shoulders and pushed against the wall. You immediately went to start throwing punches before your wrists were wrapped up in his hands.

“Hangman what the fu-” You went to yell before you were cut off by his lips on yours.

Stilling, you weren’t sure what to do, before giving in a kissing back. It wasn’t long, but it was enough. Pulling apart he just stared down at you. Your arms were still pinned by his hands, body against the wall with his pressed against you, keeping you there.

“You could’ve died, and I wouldn’t have been able to do that.” He said quietly, looking down at you since his height towered over yours.

You weren’t sure what to say, or do, for that matter. You just stared up at him with wide eyes. All of the anger that was building up inside of you had disappeared and it was replaced by confusion. Not for the situation, but for why you didn’t hate it, why you didn’t pull away, why you felt the urge to bring his lips back to yours.

Not being able to dwell on it for too long, he pulled away, leaving no contact between your body and his and you felt cold, missing the warmth he brought even though it was the hottest it’s ever been today.

His face didn’t reveal much anymore, but neither did yours. “Jake..” You trailed off in a whisper.

His face finally showed you what he was feeling, letting you in with just a glimpse. Pain flashed across him, like you were rejecting him but in reality, it was quite the opposite.

“I- Just forget it, just act like nothing ever happened.” He waved off, trying to walk away before you interrupted him.

“You want to act like nothing happened?” Your voice filled with hurt.

His body stopped, turning back around to you with eyebrows furrowed.

“You can’t just make me realize I have more feelings besides annoyance towards you and then tell me to act like nothing ever happened.” You continued before he got the chance to speak, a smirk playing on your lips now as his face lit up.

Taking long strides towards you, he brought you back in the same position as before, your body between his and the wall, while looking down at you. A bright smile mirroring on each of your faces as your hands held his cheeks.

“Really?” He whispered.

You nodded eagerly, biting your bottom lip trying to contain your smile before he kissed you again.

When you two broke apart, is when he spoke again, “I swear to god y/n, if you pull a stunt like that again I am going to kick your ass.” He joked, but part of you knew that he wasn’t.

“Okay Seresin,” You chuckled, “I don’t think you can, but whatever helps you sleep at night.” You patted his chest in a joking manner.

He just shook his head at your response before capturing your lips again, like he couldn’t get enough of you.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He mumbled against your lips.

“Oh I plan on it.” You replied.

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