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lululandd · 1 year

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Ok I can't stop thinking about the froggie statues in the plants. (Find all the froggie figurines!) Reader should keep a teeny tiny one in her pocket so that when (if?) Ghost eventually invites her inside, she can sneak one in his apartment. 🐸

at peace;

pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x f!reader

wordcount: 1205

warning: fluff, froggies, simon riley is a fucking mess, part 2 of this fic

note: also on ao3

summary: what tendy said.

The last time he felt nervous to the point of nausea was a year ago, when he learnt of Graves and Shepherd’s betrayal. But today he felt even worse than that. He saw a glimpse of her daily, sometimes once every two days. The woman saunters to his balcony, waters his plants, wipes the little frogs clean—apparently he missed a little purple one by the orchid—and goes back upstairs.

He bought different kinds of teas the other day, not knowing what kind she would like, and now the possibility of her not liking tea at all made bile rise up to the back of his throat. Why is he feeling like this? She’s just his neighbour. He’s just being polite by repaying her for making his fire escape look decent. He’s killed men numerous times before and felt nothing, but why is asking his neighbour to come insi—

Realisation hits as he ran for the sink.

He’s never invited anyone in before. Not even Johnny knows where he lives. This would be the first time since he moved here that he would invite someone inside. He looked around the place. Is this how normal people live? Could it be too… pristine? Too immaculate? Should he have at least one picture on a shelf? He glanced at the gloomy state of his apartment and decided he needed to add a little more…. life to it.

He was caught off guard on his way back from his third trip to the store. He had a little shoe rack and some books on the backseat of his car.

“Hey neighbour!” He heard her speak.

Fuck.

“Allright?”

She nodded. The woman had a cup of something he can’t distinguish but recognise the café it came from. “You need help?” She gestured at his car.

“Yes.” He answered without thinking. The word just fired out of his brain like a bullet; straight out of his mouth. He didn’t need her help, didn’t want her help. There’s a very empty picture frame on the desk next to the telly and he’s fairly sure she’d be weirded out by. “In a bit.”

She visibly backed off and he thought he had said the wrong thing when she just nodded, “I’ll swing by in an hour? That allright?”

“Yeah.”

He fixed his empty frame problem, placed the books down, and arranged all the extra knick-knacks he bought to somewhere he thought would look normal and presentable. It was after spraying his living space with some air freshener that he started questioning what he was doing. Why was he doing this? To what extent is he going to pretend he is a functioning human being? Would he have done the same thing if Soap was to come over?

A knock on his balcony door lets him know if he would pass as being normal to a civilian. He was greeted with a decent sized tupperware of brownies half shoved into his face. “So what am I helping with?”

Shit.

In his daze to make his place seem normal as possible he had cleaned and put everything in its place. “Sorry, fixed it actually. Fancy a cuppa instead?”

She handed him the brownies so she can take her shoes off. She left them outside by the plants, and saw they were just like them, colourful. He gestured to the sofa as he walked to the kitchen, “Any requests?”

He was unimpressed when she skipped the sofa entirely and walked with him to the kitchen. The girl probably doesn’t trust him with her tupp—

“Any would be fine, I’m not picky.” She instead sat on the dining chair that previously held his dying plant. The plant that started all of this.

“There’s a couple. White, black, earlgrey, chamomile, matcha, as—.”

“No way. Matcha? Do you have that whisk thingy too?” She moved her wrist around.

He opened a drawer and grabbed the wooden whisk and proudly held it up. “You want matcha?”

To his dismay she shook her head, “I’ll just have whatever you feel like having right now.”

“Guest’s choice.”

“I brought brownies. Host’s pick.”

“Matcha goes great with brownies.” He lied. He just wanted to see her eyes light up like earlier.

She nodded enthusiastically, “Whatever you say, you’re the tea expert.”

Fuck. She was just being polite and leaves everything to him because she thinks he’s knowledgeable. He needs more info about tea if he— If he what, actually. Why does he keep thinking about what she wants and what she thinks of him? Would he have thought the same if it was Price thinking he knows more about tea than he really does?

He was so absorbed in his own thoughts that when he turned around to hand her the tea, she wasn’t in her seat anymore. She was looking at the books he had put on the shelf. He had to walk over to hand her the mug.

“You a fan?” She pointed at his freshly purchased Dune books, he sees the sparkle in her eyes again and he has to disappoint her for the second time today.

“Haven’t read ‘em yet. Thought the covers looked interesting.”

“So you just… bought the whole hardcover set because they looked… pretty?” He notices the many crinkles at the edge of her eyes when she smiles. He would like to coun—

“Gotta match my new garden.” He nodded at the balcony. It was utter horseshite from his part but he must admit that the books did make the view prettier. He needs to take that into consideration when buying things now.

The way her face lights up to look up at him mimics the first time he had offered his space to her. “You mean it?”

He took a sip of his tea with one hand and crossed his heart with the other. He hoped this would distract her from his face because he was sure he was blushing. Where’s his mask when he n—

No.

Ghost doesn’t belong here, not now. Ghost will be needed someday when someone bothers her. Ghost will be sorely awakened that day when she tells him she shouldn’t be coming over anymore, but for the time being Ghost doesn’t belong here.

He reminded her about the brownies and glad that whatever bollocks he spewed earlier turned out correct. Matcha did go with brownies. The girl said so herself.

“I’m Simon, by the way.”

—

He got a call from Price that night, and for the first time, he was sad he had to leave. His mind wandered to his books and wondered if he will ever even read past a quarter of the first one. As he walked over to look at them, he noticed something.

There was a skinny little frog covered in glitter—standing upright with an unamused face—hidden behind the books and the empty basket he had up there. He then moved the frog front and centre, where it really belongs.

Or, that’s where he thought it does, until a week later. The glitter caught his eye as he scans the room one last time before leaving, so he snagged it from its perch and slips it into his inner jacket pocket, comfortably held against his heart.

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she-posts-nerdy-stuff · 4 months

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Okay I was too tired last night for coherent thought but I’m now here with some assorted bullet points after watching dr who e6: Rogue

SPOILERS AHEAD

Overall I really enjoyed this episode! I thought the pacing was good, it was typical Doctor Who style and very enjoyable, I liked that we got time with both Ruby and the Doctor separately as well as together, I have a couple of thoughts but I just really want to say that overall I loved this episode

Theory based on the theory (I’m sorry I don’t know who first said it I’ve seen it a lot) that Devil’s Chord was moved: This was supposed to episode 2 - Flashback to Ruby’s mum when she ‘died’ that we didn’t get when died in Boom, one of her pieces of evidence that it was her was ‘we met space babies’ but no reference to other adventures, it would make the timing match up (she can’t remember whether it’s June or July back home), the stakes are less visibly high, other than Susan Twist there was no real reference to the overarching story arc (no snow, no One Who Waits, no pantheon references, etc) as is common with early episodes, we had more focus on the Doctor himself than we’ve really had so far and we actually got to understand, I felt at least, more about him as a character which again would usually be set up earlier on idk

Do you understand how relieved (and excited) I was when they started actually acknowledging Susan Twist, and of the same vein as I was when I saw the teaser for next week??? Absolutely buzzing, and also I was starting to think I was going mad looking for connections that didn’t exist so whooo

I thought Rogue was a really good character, I thought they were definitely trying to set something up for him to the Captain Jack archetype character (if that makes sense? I hope I’ve worded that right) and although I saw it coming for him to sacrifice himself for Ruby I don’t think that’s going to be the last of him - even if we see him at a different part of his timeline instead of his future. That could also be really interesting if the partner he lost was in fact in a romantic relationship with him and we have to see the Doctor contend with that, I can’t remember whether they stated the nature of their relationship or not but I don’t think they did so that could leave some options open to explore. I did feel that the Doctor and Rogue were a little bit rushed but overall really liked the set up of the relationship, I only found it slightly jarring when 13 was so broken up over the impossibility of letting herself fall in love with Yaz but I also think that different incarnations tend to approach their relationships differently so for me it wasn’t so much an issue as just a noticeable thing I guess

Speaking of noticeable things, IT WAS MODERN MUSIC??? I heard Bad Guy by Billie Eilish and Poker Face by Lady Gaga but there may have been others I didn’t recognise/pick up on. This was very very very suspicious to me, and other than a few episodes I haven’t watched Bridgerton but isn’t that what they do in Bridgerton??? Classical instrumentals of modern music??? Very suspicious

Also, the shapeshifters (chuldrur? Sorry I can’t remember it exactly) referred to themselves as cosplaying and that really caught me out I thought it was odd

I didn’t feel like the the rules of the trap were quite well established enough in that it wasn’t very clear to me how Rogue could so easily throw Ruby out of the trap when she couldn’t move; I assume it was because the capacity remained at 6 but idk I just felt like we could have had a clearer understanding of how it worked for the purpose of that set up

Ruby’s pretence was interesting, it made me think of Clara in Deep Breath a little bit but because of the perspective the stakes felt quite different. I did think it was weird that everyone else stopped cosplaying for the wedding and she was just there looking like herself because it made her stick out and also if the wedding is their finale to the game why wouldn’t they want to be in character?

ALSO it once again all links back to story whenever we are with Ruby and I think that’s fascinating, especially as a character who has died and been brought back, ‘died’, or had her history changed and rewritten in almost every episode so far

On that point -> Dungeons and Dragons!! Effectively what the shapeshifters felt they were doing as their game, and such an interesting link when there are so many questions left unanswered about Rogue ooo I’m excited

Okay I may be back with more but I think that’s all for now, very excited for next week’s episode, thanks for reading my ramblings I hope they were at least vaguely interesting <3

#doctor who #doctor who spoilers #the fifteenth doctor #15th doctor #dr who fandom #dr who spoilers #dr who #rogue #rogue spoilers #dr who rogue #fifteen x rogue #I love that we’re all ready with that tag tumblr recommended that tag to me #ruby sunday #millie gibson #ncuti gatwa #ncuti!doctor #new nuwho #nuwho

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thetorturedbuckydepartment · 1 month

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chapter four: the party

pairing: Bucky barnes x plus-sized!SHIElD!reader

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summary: being a SHIELD agent, you have a knack for analysing people, particularly when it comes to attraction. you have everyone figured out, sorted away into the boxes you've created. But there's one man you can never seem to figure out, the very bane of your existence -- Bucky Barnes. On the field, he is a saint, helping you dodge bullets and taking knife wounds in your name. Around the building? Public menace number one, always poised to insult or to spar with you.

After being sent on a 6-month-long torture-cum-vacation with the very man, could all this change? Could you finally figure out what has been bubbling beneath the surface for years between the two of you, the juggernaut that you know you cannot stop?

warnings: language, mention of Bucky having a nightmare, mentions of sex, FLUFF!!!!!

word count: 3.1k

taglist: @cjand10 @mcira @calwitch

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A/N: its been a long time coming...SORRY I got into med at my top choice uni so life's been a bit busy recently!!!! pls comment and reblog and lmk what you think!! <333

“Hey doll, can you help me a minute?” You’re lounging in the living room, watching women try their best to sell cardigans that look like they’d fall apart in the smallest gust of wind, not really paying much attention. You’re too busy thinking about Bucky, fiddling with the hem of your dress. About how good he looked at dinner last night, how you could swear his hand was softly touching your face in the middle of the night, when you decided to sleep in his bed because of his nightmare.

And the way it was making you feel. Stirring something inside your chest and between your legs like never before, butterflies and raw desire and hardcore want — it’s almost too much. It’s been a week since his birthday, since you called a truce. And you cant stop thinking of anything that isn’t him, much like when you’d first met him. His hair, his eyes, his voice, his hands— fuck. You don’t know what these past couple of weeks have done to you. Maybe it’s because you’ve gone so long without sex, yes, maybe the depravity is getting to your brain and channeling feelings that you’ve killed and fought and suffered to bury deep down so they never—

“Doll? You okay?” Bucky stands at the door, shirtless and shaving cream over half of his face, watching you. You realise you’ve been blankly staring at him the entire time, and immediately snap out of it.

“Yeah, I’m fine. What do you need help with?” He shuffles as you straighten, walking over to him and stopping just a metre away. It’s almost too close.

“My arm is acting up again, I can’t finish shaving. Could…could you do it for me? Please.” You nod, reaching forward and grabbing the razor out of his hand. Your fingertips brush and you swallow your stuttering heartbeat at the contact.

“Yeah, of course.” This is the second time this has happened, that his arm has been acting up to the point where he can barely move it. He won’t show it, but you know the pain must be excruciating. You try not to dwell on it, or your urge to soothe him as he leads you to the bathroom.

“Sit down on the edge of the bathtub for me.” You use your commanding voice as you fish out his shaving cream from the medicine cabinet. As you turn to face him, you catch him wince. You can’t stop yourself.

“Does it hurt a lot?” You keep your voice and face devoid of any judgement, lest he believe your question to be mockery. He looks away, down at his lap.

“Sometimes. I hate it, it makes me wish…” You close the distance between the both of you, lace your fingers through the hair at the back of his head, and gently tug, pulling his face upwards.

“Look at me when you’re talking to me, Bucky. What does it make you wish?” His pupils dilate to a new diameter you once thought impossible, at your authoritative voice. He likes it. It makes him realise that being controlled doesn’t always feel evil and torturous. Sometimes it can be desire awakening, and cause that familiar blanket to gloss over his brain and eyes, the blanket that only leads him to think of you.

“It makes me wish I had arms like yours.” You gently manoeuvre your right hand to slip a finger between vibranium and the weird skin-like rubber stretched on top of it, and freeze at his words.

You offer him a soft smile. “Arms like mine?”

“Two well-functioning arms. Not dependent on some metal hunk to do the job for you. You can feel everything in a way I’ll never be able to, no matter how advanced Wakandan technology gets. Arms like yours.”

You curl the fingers in his hair, feeling the soft silkiness against your delicate skin. You affectionately stroke his scalp as the both of you sigh in tandem at the new, yet not unpleasant, feeling. “The grass always seems greener on the other side, darling.” You try and convince yourself you’re just practising calling him names so you can play it off at the housewarming party you’re having later tonight. You fail.

“You’ve seen the state of my arms, haven’t you? Every single scar on them comes alongside the most horrible memories of a night I’d do anything to forget. I—I can’t believe I’m saying this— I’ve always been a bit jealous of your vibranium arm. Not how you got it, of course, but of how fucking cool it looks. How strong it makes you, can you imagine the things I could do if I were as strong as you? And I like the black and gold…Over the years, it’s become such an inherent part of you, it made me sad to watch you walk around with the human skin sleeve thing on. But I know how you got it, and the memories that you would do anything to forget, and I’m almost never there when it starts acting up, or when the phantom pains make you double over. Just like how you don’t know I can barely stand the sight of myself in a mirror, because of all of those scars.” You focus on slowly peeling the skin sleeve off as you speak, avoiding eye contact. You’ve become the one thing you hate the most — vulnerable.

The rubber skin finally pops off, and his face finally shifts away from yours to focus on the mild relief seeing vibranium brings. “Is that any better?” You’re changing the topic. He knows you’re changing the topic, but he doesn’t argue with it or fight to get back, he knows what a big thing it was for you to admit all that you just did.

“A bit. It might be better if you detach my arm.” You nod, eyes still not looking at him, but rather, following the intricate lines and details you’ve so sorely missed.

“Then I’ll go get you an ice pack.”

When the cool gel pack presses against his skin, he immediately relaxes, letting out a shaky breath. Dear God, he must’ve been in agony. You gesture for him to hold his right hand over the top of the pack to press it to his ache, so you can focus on other activities, like shaving. When your hands brush, this time, you can’t help but stare into the cerulean abyss of his eyes, temporarily letting your maddening affections be known. His eyes glance at your lips like the lack of space between you two is the one thing he’s been waiting for, and you let your eyes drift downwards too. Letting yourself enjoy the bright pink curve of his lips — how can anyone’s lips be this colour? How can he have such a pretty mouth that you want nothing more than to kiss, and taste and feel on your—?

“So do you want a clean shave? Or do you want me to leave some parts?”

His heart sinks. He should’ve known the way you’re looking at him might be a last minute resort to cure the depravity that must ail you, instead of you actually desiring him. He shouldn’t have let his fantasies get carried away.

“Clean shave is fine.” You nod, carefully testing the razor on your arm to gauge the pressure you should apply without hurting him. He can’t help but melt at the small gesture, and his arm winds around your waist as he pulls you onto his lap.

“It’ll be easier this way.” You try to think nothing of it. Especially, the way his hand feels splayed across your lower back and cementing your entire front to his. You’ve never realised his hands were so big until the tips of his fingers reach your hair and thumb rests respectfully just below where your bra begins. You nod, trying to calm your breathing.

He notices. He keeps silent, wondering what your next move will be. He certainly doesn’t expect you to cup his jaw so delicately and, more of note than that, so fondly as you begin dragging the razor down his face, watching it glide and reveal smooth skin than the blue eyes that seem to have no interest in anything that isn’t your face.

“Lift your chin up for me a bit, that’s it. Good boy.” The last part slips almost out of habit, but you don’t register this until it’s too late. He’s looking at you and you’re looking at him and he fits against you so perfectly that you can’t resist meeting his wonderful blue eyes. He watches you, lips parted.

And he can’t hold back anymore, breathing in the scent of shaving cream and perfume and your fucking pheromones. He glances between your eyes, searching for any inkling of hesitance in the beautiful colour he’s painted his wall back home.

Then he grabs your face in his one hand, sliding into your soft hair and your eyes close in instinct, letting out the smallest relieved sigh ever. Because you are. It feels like every interaction you’ve had with Bucky in the past 8 years is finally coming to a boil, and your conscience is tired of suppressing the deep attraction that you feel towards him. Sexual, romantic, all of it. All of it.

His soft, sweet, wanting mouth meets yours, half-open in desire, for a languid kiss. It is full of longing and lust and pining, almost a decade’s worth of it. Your hand finds his head again, grabbing onto the short, soft locks and keeping his face pressed up against yours. You can’t help it, you want more. You’ve always wanted more, and searched for it in everyone but the one man you crave. You know, just to torture yourself. That’s the reality of what you’ve been doing, the circles you’ve been running in, around and around and around him. Avoidant attachment, anxious avoidance. You don’t know what on Earth to call it, all you know is you want nothing to do with it anymore. And just as your lungs begging for oxygen out-win your heart’s greed, you realise what you’ve just done, the domino you’ve just toppled.

You rest your forehead against his, staring deeply into his dilated pupils. So pretty.

“Bucky…” You never did revert back to James once your tongue became familiar with his nickname. “We can’t be doing this…if they find out,” you say, gripping his shoulder ever so desperately. “They won’t let us work together again.” His eyebrows scrunch up in immense pain, like to hear that is more excruciating than any torture he’s ever been subject to.

“Don’t say that. Don’t give me a taste of everything I’ve been wanting for the past fucking, like, decade and then rip it away from me. They’ll understand, just—Please, don’t say that. Please.” He grips your face a little tighter, not wanting to let you go. And the desperation in his voice breaks you. Severely.

You kiss him again, more fervently like you’d die if you don’t taste him again. He tastes like the strawberries he was eating for breakfast, and you moan. Unabashedly. Because he is everything you’ve been wanting, and you’re tired of denying it to every bastard haunted corner of your mind. His eyebrow furrows when he realises that you want him just as bad, and he hasn’t been making it up for these past long years. It wasn’t all in his mind. You’re real, you’re sitting in his lap and kissing him like your life depends on it. Dear God, how is he ever going to deny you anything you ask of him ever again? He won’t and he won’t want to. Ever.

He moans every nickname he can think of when you kiss him so feverishly, he makes every sound under the sun at the feeling of your soft lips and soft body and soft everything that makes him go fucking feral.

And then he moves his left arm to grab at you, if only to watch how beautiful you look with the black and gold against your skin, forgetting that it currently lies on the bathroom floor, and a nauseating pain flares up again.

“Ah, shit.” You’ve known him long enough to recognise when he’s in pain. You pull away, ceasing grinding against his erection to seek veracity in his face. “Did I hurt you, darling?” You gently touch his cheek, relishing in the way he leans into it.

“No.” His eyes flutter closed as you stroke his marvellous cheekbone, already so sick with affection for him. “My shoulder…I—I wanted to touch more of you, but—.”

“Oh, it’s okay. It’s okay, Buck. Really. Here, let me help you. Shit, I should’ve thought of that before I leaped at you. Sorry.” How is this so easy? You’ve never been this affectionate with anyone before…Maybe it’s the privacy, and the intimacy of being in the bathroom with him, in his lap.

“Don’t apologise for that. It might be the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He smiles bashfully as you laugh stroking the hair at the nape of his neck, gently pressing the now lukewarm icepack against his shoulder.

“You have an incredibly low bar for ‘best thing to have ever happened to you’.”

He kisses your cheek, and your eyelids flutter. “Maybe you’re just that amazing,” he whispers against your ear, kissing it. You gasp.

“Is this all it takes to get you to not hate me? Kiss you?” You eye his lips once again, already reminiscing the feeling of them. Golden, like daylight.

“I’ve never hated you.” Your eyes dart up, knowing he’s lying. He can’t be serious.

“What do you mean? You hated me from the get-go. Why do you think I stopped being nice to you?”

“I felt like I didn’t deserve you. That’s why. I know it’s not an excuse for the horrible things I’ve done, like my birthday, but I truly felt that way. I felt so evil, so unworthy of any goodness that anyone offered me, but especially you. I’ve been I—obsessed with you since the second I saw you, but I guess it was a form of self-sabotage to deny myself of it. And by the time I felt worthy enough to try to win you over, I was too late.” He swallows some of the pain, and you hand shifts to cup his face. “So I thought, maybe if I keep you hating me, at least you’ll feel something for me, like a sick form of validation.”

You smile softly at his confession, feeling your heart swell at his reddening cheeks. “You are the first, and only, person I’ve ever had romantic feelings for. They were so intense, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I didn’t know how to act around you, and when I thought you hated me, I thought it was for the best. Maybe it would help me get over you. But instead, I’ve spent pretty much a whole decade trying to convince myself that I don’t have any feelings for you. I was, so wrong. I’m so sorry. I said so many horrible things to you, and you never deserved any of it. I knew that, but I was too caught up in myself to mind. But you deserve good things, amazing things even. You always have.” You kiss him again, passionately yet shortly, sealing your words with the action.

“So we wasted 8 years?” You nod, resting your head against the crook of his neck. “Not wasted. I’d rather argue with you than be with anyone else. That…is abundantly clear.” He laughs, and you stand, extending your hand to him. He gently grabs your fingers and stroking them, before he flips it and kisses the back of it, looking up at you through his lashes. A silly, lovesick grin takes over your features as he pulls you into him wrapping his arm around your waist and resting his head on your stomach. You soothe him, and enjoy the silence.

“I’d rather have you hate my guts than be in love with anyone else.”

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The party goes as expected. Buck had pulled you into his lap while you were doing your makeup, just silently watching you. You’ve never felt more wanted, and you realise that this was the one thing you’ve always craved, deep down. To be wanted, to be loved. Recently, more specifically to be wanted and loved by Bucky. The two of you are nowhere near that stage right now, but the want and desire is there. His chin on your shoulder, poised to angle his head to press kisses to your neck as you apply your favourite blush, or him stroking your waist when you lean forward to apply mascara. Obsessed, enamoured, unabashed.

The both of you also determined a common distress signal while you were applying lip gloss, to converse in Hindi when you want to convey information in plain sight. A language nobody here would know, but it allows your words to go almost undetected — appearance vs. Reality, you suppose.

Senator Parker was just as sleazy as you expected, leaning into you and trying his best to stare down your dress when he thought you weren’t looking. Once Bucky noticed it, he’s kept himself glued to your side at all times, sparing no expense in calling you his beautiful wife. You asked the Senator why he was away for so long, and he engages in conversation.

“Well, you see, sweetheart, I was looking for a new right-hand man.” You hand fists the back of Bucky’s shirt at the nickname, and he holds you a little tighter in response. You’re lucky he knows how to read you so well, to keep you on the task at hand.

“Is he showing up tonight?” Bucky asks, gently stroking your back to keep you grounded.

Just then the doorbell rings, and you seize the chance to leave this conversation. You don’t think you can handle a man twice your age eye-fucking you any longer.

“I’ll go get that. You’ll have to excuse me.” You offer Parker a tight-lipped smile, before turning and pressing up to your tiptoes to press a light, affectionate kiss on Bucky’s cheek. He blushes, grinning. “Be right back,” you whisper, for his ears only. He’s the only person you’d ever want to come back to.

You open the door with a polite smile on your face, only to be met with, quite literally, the man of your nightmares.

Your blood runs cold.

“It’s been too long, lovebug.”

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yyuangss · 1 year

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MY DEAR BELOVED ( KAEYA ALBERICH )

❝Letters by an unknown sender arrive at your office desk daily. The Cavalry Captain suggests you figure out who is the one behind the pen.❞

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“Oh? What do we have here?” Kaeya closes the door to your office behind him. “Yet again another letter?” He recognizes the familiar white envelope. You had it in your hands while reading the letter that was inside it. You don’t look up from the letter and only nod. Kaeya finally reaches your desk and leans against it with his arms crossed.

“Found it this morning. I finally had time to read it.” You said.

“What did our friend say this time?” Kaeya asks, trying to read the letter alongside you but not having a good angle to make out the words. “He hasn’t run out of things to say, especially after five months of daily letters.”

Five months ago, a letter found its way into your office with all the other mail you got. It wasn’t signed by anyone and didn’t leave a hint either. You opened it to read it and found it to be a love letter. However, with no name on it, you asked around the headquarters to see if anyone saw who dropped it off. Unfortunately, no one did. The letters continued to come in and no sender could be found. Kaeya suggested trying to figure out who was sending them but you had a lot of work piling up to take a break over this.

“That he’s grateful for everything I do in Mondstadt. And he’s very sorry he’s too afraid to step forward but one day he’ll eventually get the confidence.” You finished the last sentence and handed it over to Kaeya. He uncrosses his arms to grab it and begin reading. The male pushes himself off your desk, slowly pacing back and forth in the room while reading it out loud.

“My dear beloved. I appreciate the work you do in order to keep us safe as much as I appreciate your entire being.” Kaeya stops all of a sudden and finishes the letter in silence. “You need to figure out who this guy is. Come now. You mean to tell me in five months you haven’t had a day off to find out the sender?” Kaeya places both of his hands on your desk. You scratch your head, unsure about it. Kaeya raises his eyebrow. You sigh, pushing your chair back and standing up to stretch.

“Trust me, I have. But every time I try to think, there’s no one that comes to mind.” You tap your finger on the stack of papers sitting on the desk. “And work hasn’t been so kind to me lately.” Kaeya’s eye travels down and he chuckles.

“Alright alright.” He holds his hands up in defense. “Point taken. There are many possibilities. I wouldn’t even know where to start.” Kaeya glances at the letter still in his hand and back at you who started shuffling papers into a neat pile.

“If you want to get a lead on it, be my guest.” You set the stack aside and grab another one, flipping through the pages.

“In that case. Do you mind if I take this with me?” Kaeya raises the letter up. “I’ll bring it back. I know you like to keep them.” You agree, giving permission for Kaeya to do as he likes.

He’s gone but not before letting you know he’d be in the library in case you need him. You decide to finish up the current stack and then you’d go see what Kaeya was up to. It would also give you the opportunity to check out a new book. You make your way to the library and there’s Kaeya sitting at one of the many tables.

Kaeya’s materials are laying on the table. He has your letter, a separate sheet of paper which he currently writes on, and a pen in hand. Kaeya seems to be reading the letter and writes down a couple notes. You head for the stairs, careful to not disrupt him.

“What are you working on?” You hover over his shoulder to get a glance. He stops writing,

“I’m coming up with a list of who it could be.” Kaeya answers and taps the end of the pen on the paper. You look at the list Kaeya came up with. In the first bullet, Kaeya wrote Timaeus. He was followed up by Diluc in the second bullet. The list had a huge range of different names. In total, he had six names written down. “Think of me as your partner.”

“I’m sorry. Diluc and Liyue?” You pointed to where Kaeya had written Liyue under Albedo’s name. “Liyue is an entire region if you didn’t know.”

“No no.” Kaeya starts, “I always forget his name. The guy we met in Liyue. He was part of the Fatui and was around the guy with the Geo vision.” You scoff and pull out the chair next to him to sit down.

“Childe? That literally makes no sense.” You said, “It’s obvious he lives in Mondstadt. Especially after today’s letter. Childe’s located in Liyue which wouldn’t make sense if he’s thanking me for all the work I do. He probably doesn’t even know I have a Pyro vision.”

“A carrier pigeon can get a letter here in roughly ten hours give or take.” Kaeya counts on his fingers. “Whereas on foot, it would be a day trip. That’s only if there are no complications along the way.”

“You said it yourself. Day trip without any complications. Which means, the way back is a day trip too.” You counter, “And doesn’t sound like you’re including rest stops either. Keeping up that routine for five months? I think I’d rather confess.” Kaeya lets out a laugh.

“You caught me. I just wanted to have an excuse to go to Liyue with you again.” Kaeya strikes through ‘Liyue’, leaving the list to only five people now. “Never fail to live up to your title, strategist.”

“All you had to do was tell me you wanted to visit Liyue again.” You lean your head into your hand with a smile. Kaeya copies your action in a teasing manner.

“There’s a lot of things I would like to tell you.” Kaeya then slides the list over to your side of the table. “As for Diluc, don’t you agree that the words used in all the letters are part of his normal vocabulary?” He was right on that part. The words did come off as professional and sophisticated. You pick up the list.

“I’ll give you that one.” You said, checking the list for a second time. “I highly doubt it’s Diluc though. We get along well to a certain extent.”

“I put Timaeus first because he said you were his favorite knight.” Kaeya points to the top. “And what has the sender expressed multiple times? You are his favorite knight. It makes Timaeus the top suspect.” You check the rest of the list. Bennett, Venti, and Albedo were the remaining names. All better leads than what you could come up with.

“Get off work yet?” You asked Kaeya, tearing your gaze away from the list. “We can start going down the list today.” Kaeya stands up from his chair, extending his hand out to you.

“I was never on for today.” He says once you take his hand. You and Kaeya say your goodbyes to a group of knights at the door. Kaeya continues to give his reasons for the rest of the people on the list.

He added Albedo since he invited you to dinner once. Although you’d told him nothing romantic happened, Kaeya said, ‘Maybe not for you’. Bennett was on the list because he said your position as the strategist was amazing.

Now in the city, you find Timaeus at Good Hunter, ordering food. He’s the first in line and once he’s done, starts walking back to the crafting stand. He begins fixing up his shelf of books.

“Let’s go up to him now. That way once his food is ready, we won’t be bothering him.” You begin walking over to Timaeus, Kaeya right behind you. “Timaeus, how are you?” He slides a book back in the correct spot.

“I wasn’t expecting to be visited by you two today.” Timaeus greets you and Kaeya. He picks up one of the books near the crafting table. “How can I be of assistance?” Kaeya hands him your daily love letter.

“Mind reading this for us?” Kaeya asks, “We’ll be on our way once you’re done.” Timaeus skims the letter and agrees.

“My dear beloved. I appreciate the work you do in order to keep us safe as much as I appreciate your entire being.” Timaeus is careful to not mess up as he reads. You aren’t feeling much of a reaction as he finishes up reading the letter. His composure is still the same and didn’t chance in the slightest.

You look at Kaeya and shake your head. He mentally marks off Timaeus from the list and takes the letter back.

“Thanks for your time. We’ll be leaving now.” You and Kaeya leave a puzzled Timaeus alone. Not having much to worry about, he goes back to fixing his bookshelf. “I think he’s a normal fan with a normal appreciation of me.” You tell Kaeya once you two are a distance away from Timaeus. Kaeya throws his arm around your shoulder and brings out the list. He opens it with his free hand.

“Then our next trip is to Angel’s Share.” Kaeya says, “Let’s see if Diluc’s still there.”

“What do you two want?” Diluc doesn’t seem pleased that Kaeya is his guest for the day. Kaeya outstretched his arms,

“Is that any way to greet us? Especially the lengths we came to see you?” Diluc exhales. “We only wanted to ask you to do a simple favor for us.”

Charles told you and Kaeya that Diluc had gone back to the Dawn Winery. Venti was there performing so you thought it was a good idea to stay until he was finished. Not that it helped since Venti ended up refusing to read the letter. He claimed that he would confess his love through a song given the chance.

“Depends on what the so-called, simple, favor is.” Diluc narrows his eyes. “Unlike the other simple favor you asked me for.” Kaeya waves his hand around.

“Nothing like that.” Kaeya walks up to the red haired man with the letter, “(Y/N) and I need you to read this.” Diluc glances at it before snatching the paper from his hand. He runs through it briefly and gives you both a confused look. Kaeya sends him a nod and tells him to start reading. Diluc shakes his head and clears out his throat.

“My dear beloved. I appreciate the work you do in order to keep us safe as much as I appreciate your entire being.” Diluc said, irritation laced in the tone of his voice. Kaeya stops him mid sentence.

“Ah ah ah.” He waves a finger in a no motion. Diluc glares at him. “Pretend she and I aren’t here.” Kaeya returns to his position beside you, placing both of his hands on his hips. Diluc grits his teeth, but goes along with what Kaeya requested.

“My dear beloved. I appreciate the work you do in order to keep us safe as much as I appreciate your entire being.” Diluc’s tone changes, “You are one of the most hard working knights and should be noticed more. If no one has thanked you yet, then I shall be the first to do it. Keep my words close to you, please. As one day, I wish I could tell you this in person. But that will happen once I gain the confidence to step forward. Happy now?” Diluc extends the letter out. Kaeya smirks and begins slow clapping.

“My oh my. So touching. Wouldn’t you agree?” Kaeya nods at you. “If it weren’t for his monotonous voice, I’d’ve said we had our man.”

“What exactly are you talking about?” Diluc asks.

“Someone has been sending me these letters.” You answer Diluc’s question. Diluc skims the handwriting on the sheet of paper one more time. He narrows his eyes at Kaeya who in return raises his brow. “I’m trying to figure out who it is. Kaeya made a list of suspects and we’re just going down the list. By the way you’re acting, it’s most likely not you either.” You reach for the letter. Diluc allows you to take it back and proceeds to head for the stairs.

“Well. I wish you luck in finding your admirer.” He stops on the second step while holding the railing. “Who knows? Perhaps it’ll be someone rather close to you.” His gaze travels to Kaeya for a quick moment. Kaeya has a finger pressed against his lips. Diluc continues to ascend up the stairs and disappears into one of the rooms.

“That went better than expected.” Kaeya breaks the silence. “Your thoughts?”

“Stop bothering him.” You roll your eyes at him and turn on your heel to leave. Kaeya bursts into laughter, “You knew what you were doing. Poor man wants to make his wine in peace.” Kaeya jogs after you, the servants at the front door escorting you out.

“I’m doing my job. Is it my fault he doesn’t want to cooperate?” Kaeya places a hand on his chest. “Besides, you say it’s not him. What if he was hiding his emotions well enough that the strategist couldn’t see through it.”

“Diluc and Timaeus both acted the same they usually do when they read the letter.” You say goodbye to whoever is nearby. “Even if their voice wavered the slightest bit, I would have picked up on it. But no. They had no idea what they were reading and it was obvious.”

“Next on our list is Bennett. Shall we go find him?” Kaeya folds the paper once again and it goes back in his pocket. You see the sky’s beginning to change colors. The trip to Dawn Winery was longer than expected.

“No. It’s fine. I have work to finish.” You say. “And plus, I wasted your time with Timaeus and Diluc. You most likely have better things to do.”

“I don’t. Like I said, I was never on for today.” Kaeya places his hands on the back of his head, “I only came to see you… And what our friend wrote. Want me to go interrogate Bennett for you instead? I’ll be nice.”

“That’s okay.” You pat his back, “I’m grateful you’re trying to help. I’ll pick this up again once I’m not busy. And I’ll feel much better knowing I’m not taking up your time with dead ends.”

You and Kaeya part ways once you’re back in the city. You completely forget about having to visit Bennett and Albedo for the week. And the letters weren’t leaving any time soon. Kaeya joined in every morning to read the recent ones while coming up with his own theories.

A knock resonates through your office and you raise your head. Lisa stands at the door and waves her hand once you see her.

“I knew you’d still be here.” She smiles and leans on the doorway. “Jean and I are going to get something to eat. Want to join us?”

“Is it lunchtime already?!” You say in a panicked tone. You’re checking the time while Lisa tuts in return. “Time went by so fast. I’ve been working all morning, I completely forgot.”

“I think that’s a sign.” Lisa tilts her head to the side, “Let’s go. It’ll be on me.”

“I’m almost done. You go ahead and I’ll catch up!” You want to finish the sentence you’re on.

“Oh no.” Lisa marches over to your desk and snatches the pen out of your hand. She closes the cap, “Jean said the same thing. I will be getting one of you out of here.” She pulls at your wrist and you willingly let her. No one in all of Teyvat could convince you to argue with Lisa.

“But,” You sigh in defeat and Lisa drags you alongside of her. “You’re lucky I’m scared of you.” She chuckles and taps the end of your pen against your cheek.

“Even if you weren’t, you still wouldn’t be able to say no.” You and Lisa leave the headquarters for Good Hunter. Halfway to your destination, Jean came running after you both. She said she’d put the work aside for now as the lunch break was necessary.

Once arriving, compared to when you and Kaeya came looking for Timaeus, there was no waiting line. In fact, the only person currently at Good Hunter was Bennett. He sat at one of the tables writing something. And your mind instantly thought of the letters. Bennett and Albedo were the remaining you hadn’t talked to yet.

Lisa gets her small purse ready for when she needs to pay. She sparks up a conversation with Sarah on how the day has been. Meanwhile, Jean takes a seat at one of the tables to keep it reserved. You take the initiative and decide to talk to Bennett. Maybe you’d catch him in the act of writing another letter if it truly is him.

“Bennett, how are you?” You approach his table. He returns your greeting with a smile and tells you he was doing great. “What are you writing?” You take a peek. Before Bennett can answer, the tip of his pen pops. In result it leaves a large ink splotch that ruins the entire sheet.

“Aw man.” Bennett groans, “Now I have to start all over again.” He removes the paper to reveal a couple other sheets under the first. He reaches into a small bag on the table and pulls out another pen. You can see Fischl’s name on the messed up paper. Soon an idea comes to you.

You pick the paper up and furrow your eyebrows as you read. The words Bennett wrote were not only the same as Ficshl’s daily vocabulary, but the handwriting was somewhat comparable to the ones of your confession letters. Not all the way, just partially. Some of the strokes of Bennett’s letters were very similar. Could they have been modified?

“I was writing a letter to Fischl.” Bennett breaks your train of thought. “I’m leaving on an expedition. I wanted to give this to Katheryne by the end of the day. But you know me and bad luck. That’s the sixth one I mess up.” His words go in one ear and go out the other.

“Handwriting. Why didn’t I think of this before?” You said which leaves Bennett confused. Suddenly, you take off running but come to a quick halt. “Do you mind if I keep this?” You wave the ruined letter in the air at Bennett. The action caught Lisa’s attention.

“Sure?” Bennett shrugs.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Lisa cuts her conversation with Sarah. She sounds and looks angry. You point at her.

“Jade parcels. I will be right back! If I’m not, you can hang me upside down from the Statue at Windrise.” And you’re gone in the direction of Angel’s Share. First to see Diluc. Right after, you’d rush back to the headquarters to see if Sucrose is still around.

Sucrose passed on the word to Albedo that you needed his handwriting. Specifically all the letters of the alphabet written in uppercase and lowercase. When Sucrose came back, she said he told her he’d have it ready and you were free to come pick it up whenever.

“I swear, now I remember how much I hate this place.” Albedo’s head whips over to you. You’re shivering under the layers of jackets you wore for the short trip. “My vision didn’t help keep me warm.”

“I’m sorry. Maybe I should have gone to you instead.” Albedo brings you close to the small fire. You rub your hands together over the fire. “You know, this is the second time someone asks for my handwriting.” Albedo finds the scrap sheet of paper where he wrote all the letters of the alphabet under the book he was reading.

“There’s no way someone else asked you for the same thing.” You accept the paper from him. His handwriting is just as neat as Diluc’s. You flip the sheet of paper where he wrote the lowercase letters on the back.

“Yes. Kaeya beat you to it.” You scrunch up your nose. Kaeya asked Albedo for his handwriting before?

“What do you mean?” Albedo tilts his head to the side.

“Kaeya. He asked me for the same thing. I’d say, about five months ago?” Your eyes widen for a split second. “Is everything okay?” Albedo asks, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Did he say what for?” And Albedo shakes his head.

“It looked like he didn’t want to tell me.” Albedo drops his hand. “I’m assuming this is for him too. Did he misplace the first sheet I gave him?”

A new piece of information that changes a lot of things. To anyone it might seem useless, and it might have been useless to you also had Albedo not mentioned the time span. You sigh and place your hand on your forehead. The touch is still cold, reminding you of your surroundings.

“I’ll be honest with you Albedo.” He puts a bookmark between the pages he was reading before you got here. Albedo shuts the book, paying close attention to every detail that comes from your mouth. “I have been getting these love letters for the past few months. No clue on who it is whatsoever. Kaeya has read them since the beginning and told me to figure out who it is.”

Albedo nods, allowing you to continue speaking.

“I agreed because he would be helping me. He came up with a list of people.” You point at Albedo, “You’re one of them. Hence, why I asked you for this. Originally we were asking them to read it. But anyone can hide their emotions if they're good enough. Handwriting on the other hand. Not something you can fake easily.”

You finish telling him your dilema and he takes in a while to process what you’ve told him.

“Does Kaeya know about you asking me for that?” He asks and you say no.

“I told him it was fine and he could stop helping me. I would try to figure it out on my own.” You add. Albedo crosses his arms.

“Let me take Kaeya’s place for now and add someone to that list.” Albedo says, “Have you thought that perhaps, Kaeya is the one sending the letters?”

“No. It can’t be. I mean, why would he drag me around Mondstadt asking a bunch of other people if they’re my secret admirer?” You respond, thinking back to Kaeya’s actions from this past week. A smile forms on Albedo’s face.

“In my opinion, that sounds like something he would do. Besides strategist, the dates do add up. Kaeya asked me five months ago my handwriting,” Albedo raises his left hand and then raises his right, “You got your first letter five months ago. Don’t you at least think that something worth looking into?”

He does have a point. Though, why pretend what you’re trying to confess is made by another? Is admitting he likes you too much for Kaeya?

“Like you said, handwriting is not something you can fake easily.” Albedo turns his back and reopens the book, “It will always reveal the truth.” Albedo wished you a safe trip back to Mondstadt. The Sun had already settled by the time you got back and the Moon was high in the sky.

The idea of Kaeya being your admirer wasn’t leaving your mind anytime soon. It’s just going to have to be another restless night until you get to the bottom of this. Two knights sound outside the doors of the headquarters and allow you entry once they see you. You go up the stairs and to your office where all your notes from last night were at.

Last night you stayed behind comparing Diluc and Bennett’s handwriting to the ones of the letters. Only to come and find out there were several. You easily recognized Jean’s in the mix. Diluc, Bennett, and even Barbara’s handwriting, were all crafted perfectly into your love notes. You’ll give your admirer the credit of being one step ahead of you.

You open the first drawer, revealing the stack of notes you kept safe. Along with the notes, you chose one letter from each of the five months. With Albedo now giving you his handwriting, you had almost everyone on the list and a few who weren’t.

You came back down the stairs and opened the door to the library. The lights and candles were still on. You sat at one of the library tables on the second floor. Separating the notes in an orderly manner, you began examining Albedo’s handwriting.

Albedo’s writing had been in the letters since the first one. His seemed to be the base writing. Of course, modified just like the rest of the handwritings used. Whereas Diluc’s handwriting hadn’t been added until the third month. The same went for Bennett. Each letter from the alphabet had a different stroke, different style, and matching one of the many people Kaeya added as a suspect.

On the list of your notes you wrote down who your admirer used for each letter. Albedo was primarily used for the letters A and H. Diluc was used for the letters D and I. You continued until all the letters of the alphabet had one corresponding person.

All but one letter.

The letter K didn’t match anyone. Out of ten people on the list, not a single person. You grabbed the letter and walked over to the checkout list for books Lisa had. You began flipping through past dates until landing on one page. Right under your name where you checked out a book series was your accompanying friend. He agreed that day to check out the same book series as you.

In black ink and perfectly matching the K on every letter for the past five months.

Kaeya Alberich.

“And if it’s not him, that means he knows who it is.” You rest your elbows on the countertop. You’d just finished telling Diluc the trap you’d set up. Diluc is surprised how you’d managed to create such a smart trap. “So? Think it’ll work?”

After concluding Kaeya had to be the one writing the letters, you set up a trap for him to confess. The trap was writing back to the admirer. Last night in the library, you wrote in said letter that you wanted to meet him in person the next day. You’d chosen the time and the location of Angel’s Share. Once you were done. You hid the letter in the same spot your letters were delivered. In the morning, it was replaced with your daily letter.

Though the catch was that you didn’t tell Kaeya you wrote to the admirer nor told him about Angel’s Share. So if he came into Angel’s Share at the exact time, then there was no doubt Kaeya was the sender.

“You never fail to amaze me.” Diluc continues making a customer’s order. “Still, I can’t believe it took you this long to figure out.” You roll your eyes.

“And you knew?” He gives you a small smile.

“From the moment he made me read it. The K was a dead giveaway.” Now the look he gave Kaeya was starting to make sense. “Either way, you should head upstairs. It’s almost time.” You check the clock hanging on the wall. Sure enough the time you wrote on the letter was approaching fast. You slid off the stool, taking your drink with you and went up the stairs of Angel’s Share to the second floor.

It was empty with a few jugs sitting on some tables. You sat down and sigh. You had to be right on this. Diluc himself said it was Kaeya and Albedo was dead set on it being him too. The tavern door could be heard opening and shutting from the second floor.

“We meet again.” Kaeya’s voice resonates from the bottom. “Be a dear and make me a drink, will you?” Diluc scoffs, watching as Kaeya makes his way for what he was expecting. The stairs leading to the second floor.

Kaeya reaches the top step, clenching and releasing his hands once he sees you. He takes a deep breath and shows off the best confidence he can fake.

“The lady of the hour.” Kaeya says, catching your attention. Your heart pounds in your chest and you feel your stomach twist at the sight of Kaeya. He’s right on time, second floor, at Angel’s Share. Kaeya sits across from you at the table of your choice. He starts looking around to see the second floor empty. “Where is he?”

“Where is who?” You play along, feigning to be confused. You have to lure him in a little more.

“Our friend. Your secret admirer. Don’t tell me he doesn’t want to show up.” Kaeya says, “I specifically asked permission to leave early to meet him. You finally write back and he’s not here? All your hard work can’t go down the drain just like that.”

“Kaeya.” He hums in response. “How do you know I wrote a letter back to him?”

“Well, you told me about it of—” Kaeya trails off once realization hits him. You never told him you’d be meeting your admirer. You never told him it would be on the second floor of Angel’s Share. And the smile on your lips is the same one he loves to see once your plans are successful. “Course…”

“Checkmate.” You lace your hands together, placing them on the table. He drops his head, letting out a soft laugh. So you finally figured out it was him. No use in hiding it anymore.

“In what world could I outplay the strategist?” Kaeya grins, looking you in the eye again. “What gave it away?”

“Handwriting.” You begin to explain, “You were smart enough to add over ten different handwritings each time you wrote a letter. Your mistake was not taking away one. Your own. But Kaeya, you have a lot of nerve dragging me to Dawn Winery knowing it was you the entire time!” You lean over the table and pinch his cheek. He rubs his now sore cheek with a pout.

“How rude. I had to help you figure it out somehow.” Kaeya soothes his red cheek. “For your information, it has been five months and you weren’t making any sort of progress.” You collect your composure and sit back down.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” You ask. “In five months you never got the courage?” Kaeya casted his gaze to the side. He was a little embarrassed. Putting up a front of a confident man when he was with you. In actuality, it disappeared the second you would say a word to him.

“All that confidence went flying in the Anemo archon’s wind—” A loud sneeze cut into the conversation. From below, Diluc says ‘bless you’ and Venti replies ‘thank you’. “When I tried to tell you. And then I did think you’d fallen in love with that scribe from the famous Sumeru Akademiya we met at headquarters.”

“We met Alhaitham once and haven’t heard from him since.” You press your lips in a thin line.

Kaeya still hasn’t looked at you. A silence falls and he begins tapping his fingers on the table, wondering what else he should say. The tapping grows consistently and you reach to hold onto his hand in order to make him stop. At the touch, Kaeya relaxes a little but his nerves are still there.

“Perhaps, I thought you wouldn’t accept the letters if you knew they were from me.” Kaeya mutters. “At least seeing you read and keep them was enough for me.”

“If you’d dropped a hint earlier, I would have accepted your feelings.” You day and that grabs his attention once again. Kaeya’s eye widens when the words you said registered, “I’m not going around accepting everyone’s invitations for a one week getaway to Liyue.”

Kaeya chuckles. The one week getaway where he admitted to himself he did have feelings for you. And prior to that, where you’d grown to see the Cavalry Captain in a romantic way.

“So it seems we had a bit of a miscommunication.” Kaeya now grasps your hand, “But I am glad we have it figured out.” He raises your hand to bring it up to his lips.

“Uh uh!” You snatch your hand away before he can kiss it. “That does not mean you’re out of trouble!”

You arrive at your office ready to fulfill another day’s work. As a daily routine, you checked all of the mail sitting on top of your desk. Carefully going through them one by one and discarding those that aren’t important, you come across the red wax sealed envelope.

That’s the one Kaeya used as his trademark for the letters he sent. You undo the seal and take the contents from the envelope out. Unfolding it slowly, it’s another letter like the others. It’s finally in his handwriting and Kaeya signed his name at the bottom.

“Our friend is still sending letters?” A gasp comes from the door. Kaeya stands there with a hand over his mouth, acting surprised. “When will he give up? Do tell me what he said to you this time.”

“You’ve been sending me these every day for five months.” You watch as Kaeya approaches you. “And you haven’t run out of things to say?” He lifts your head by your chin.

“Only a fool would run out of things to say to you.” Kaeya presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

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if you want a big list of wordy bullet points, here's what i've got, and i think you'll find it's pretty applicable to basically any site/community you want to get involved in:

post a lot. this is number one with a fucking bullet! POST! POST LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT. but crucially...

post GOOD STUFF. don't bash yourself in the caption/tags, don't say "sorry this is shit" or whatever, don't self-deprecate, and don't admit to posting low-effort stuff just to hit a quota. imagine it's open mic night and go crazy. this is a good site to use like a journal and a scrapbook, but if you want to actually get some traction, you need to bring something interesting to the table. of course, just being funny and nice goes a very long way.

encourage audience feedback. people LOVE to tell you about themselves and give their opinions. get them responding and make the questions and calls for engagement so interesting or fun they can't help themselves.

tag effectively. use both fandom/content tags for searches, and organizational tags for your visitors' use. the tagging system is tumblr's bread and butter, so make it work for you.

follow a lot of blogs you like. then see who they follow, and add those to the list. build a good circle of engagement and keep your finger on the pulse of the site culture for whatever niche(s) you're in... or want to get in.

reblog a lot and be funny/kind in the tags. generally leaving a lot of comments/replies to post is kind of hit-or-miss, but tags are a good harmless "inside voice" to use that doesn't clutter the post itself and yet still engages with op and people seeing the post

engage with people when they ask for engagement. things like polls, ask games, etc... scratch people's backs and they'll scratch yours. and it's just a nice thing to do regardless :)

panhandling is not always the best route. people will balk if you look desperate or openly beg for engagement, like directly asking people to reblog something or being passive-aggressive about how much engagement you are/aren't getting on something. a genuine joke about it is fun and relatable, but snarky comments just kill the vibe and scare people off.

REMEMBER THERE'S NO ALGORITHM. lurking will not put you or any of the stuff you like out there!! REBLOG POSTS! SEND ASKS! this site will NOT SPOON FEED YOU ANYTHING. like taming a wild stallion, you can make this work for you, but you have to put in the effort first.

some people will think you're annoying, and that's okay. probably not very many, but they'll be loud. this is an unavoidable part of Being Known. you can be the sweetest peach in the world but there'll still be people who just don't like peaches. don't take it to heart, and if you do happen to drop the ball or rub a few people the wrong way, don't let that keep you from trying again :)

i've enjoyed the many friends i've made on this site in the past decade-and-then-some, even though both this site and my blog are both something of a ship of theseus. here's hoping you can make it work for you and your interests, too!

#shebbz shoutz #ask

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taytrashmouth · 2 years

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Im not a kid Joel!

Joel miller x female reader

Description: camping out in the woods after a pretty rough escape from a group of clickers and a bloater. Joel accuses you of being a kid, another piece of cargo that had to learn when to stand back and you loose it with his constant mood and tell him just how wrong he is

TW: mentions of rape, substance abuse, murder, teen pregnancy, blood, yelling, swearing etc.

————————The Last of Us————————

The fire was cracking and the noise of the wind flowing through the woods made me tense.

Ellie had fallen asleep reading her comic, she had a long week, after escaping all the clickers, watching Sam and Henry die. All of it.

Joel and I stayed up, keeping watch.

“Why don’t you get to bed, I can keep watch.” Joel spoke up.

I just shook my head. “Wouldn’t be able to sleep anyway, hurts.” I pointed to the huge slit down my face, from my lip to my eye. Some raider attacked me.

There was a short silence.

“Thank you.” I spoke up. He just frowned.

“If you hadn’t have shot that clicker when I tried to save Ellie I probably would’ve been dead, we both would’ve.” I looked at his messy hair in the orange fire light and I thought about how messy my long hair looked after a couple weeks without a brush.

“Yeah well you should know when to step back.” He mumbled.

“Excuse me? I saved her.” I pointed to Ellie who was curled up in her sleeping bag.

“No you endangered her, if you hadn’t have moved in the way I would’ve had a clear shot and killed the damn thing sooner!” Joel was yelling in a hushed tone trying not to wake Ellie.

I stared at him in shock.

“You’re no better than her, you’re a kid, and you don’t know what you’re doing.”

I scoffed. “I’m 37 Joel! And might I remind you that the only reason I’m here is because Ellie is the first one in 20 years that is like me.”

I watched Joel’s eyes trail to my healed bite on my neckline.

“Why the fuck are you even mad!?”

“BECAUSE YOU COULD HAVE FUCKING DIED Y/N! And I don’t have time for your childish behavior! It’s bad enough having one of you!” Joel yelled.

I Flinched.

“Joel I am many things but a child is not one of them….I wasn’t a child when at 5 years old my dad left and I wasn’t a kid when my mom overdosed and while she was out my stepdad raped me, when I was 8, and 9 and 10 and every year after that until I was 15 and I got pregnant.”

Joel stared at me. I had tears in my eyes but my gaze never left him.

“I wasn’t a kid when I gave birth at 16 and my mom kicked me out, or when the outbreak started when I was 17, with a 1 year old and a shitty boyfriend called Dan….but I loved them both.”

Joel watched my tears fall down my face rapidly.

“And I definitely wasn’t a kid when at 18 Dan got bitten and he didn’t tell me, I woke up one night to find him chewing up my two year old, and I haven’t been childish since I put a bullet between the eyes of my baby and the man I love.”

My voice was shaking.

“Now you’re an asshole! And I don’t deny that I might not know what I’m doing but Im still alive and I’m here. So do not take whatever anger you have out on me.” I finished.

After about 10 minutes Joel spoke.

“I’m sorry y/n.”

I didn’t look up, I just started walking towards my sleeping bag.

“What was its name?” Joel asked. I stopped walking.

“His name was Joel…” I whispered.

He was quiet, probably thinking about how I complimented his name when we first met.

“I lost my kid too”

“I’m sorry.”

“First day of the outbreak, her name was Sarah.”

I turned around and sat next to him.

“I’m only mad because everyone I love, i loose and I can’t loose you too y/n- I can’t-“

“You love me?” I interrupted.

Joel just looked at me, shocked at what he had just admitted.

His eyes fell to my lips and I took that as the green light. My lips were on his, both chapped. He pulled me closer to him and my hands were in his hair and his were on my back. The kiss felt like it lasted forever before we broke apart.

“You’re still an asshole.” I sighed with a smile and for the first time since Ellie’s diarrhea joke I actually saw him smile.

We both started laughing and our foreheads were touching, looking at his every feature so close was so intense.

“For Mr tough guy your kisses are real sweet.” I joked.

“I think it’s past your bedtime.” Joel sighed.

“You’re not the boss of me.” I laughed.

“With almost 20 years between us I think I am” he gave me a look that told me he was in charge and I liked it, it made me feel a twist in my stomach that I hadn’t felt in years.

He picked me up bridal style and I laughed and kicked as he put my on my sleeping bag and kissed me so gently as he walked back to the fire holding his gun, ready to protect me, to protect Ellie.

I smiled as I stared at the stars.

“Fucking finally!” Ellie whispered next to me.

“You little shit!” I whisper yelled and she just smirked.

#the last of us #joel miller #joel miller x reader #ellie miller #y/n #x reader #pedro pascal #bella ramsey #clicker #bloater

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sinsandsweetness · 1 year

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Assurance (sex and zombies- chapter 17)

pairing- (Rick x fem!reader)

summary- you want this.

warnings- canon typical gore. Nothing crazy tho. No smut in this chapter.

notes- (this is immediately following chapter 15)

*only 2-3 more chapters left for this work. I have just drafted the final chapter and love the way it ends <3

Feedback/comments are always appreciated!

You made sure to sneak away early in the morning. The sun had only just started to rise, making the bedroom fill with a gorgeous, orange hue. It wasn't that you didn’t enjoy waking up next to Ricks pretty face and an arm draped over your waist. But you weren’t exactly sure how he’d feel about last nights events, now that you’d both gotten a few orgasms out of the way. You figured maybe he’d be thinking more clearly. Not that you were. In fact, it had made things so much worse. All you could feel were his hands wrapped around your waist and his warm lips against yours.

So you took a quick shower and made your way to the infirmary. Wanting to subtly find out if there were any morning after pills hanging around. If not, then well, you’d definetly need to go on a run today. With little Judith babbling around and Maggie planning a pregnancy, you definitely didn’t need or want a baby. Right now, anyway.

Thankfully, Pete wasn’t in the office yet. So you were able to sneak in and look around. Inspecting the medications that had been organized so meticulously.

No luck.

In a cabinet above the sink, you found a bunch of weed though. Surprised and amused, you grabbed a couple joints and a baggy and tied them up. Stuffing them into your pocket. The door opened behind you and a blonde lady with glasses apologized quickly. You’d clearly startled her.

“Oh hey, sorry,” you smiled and put your hands up. Like you got caught. You did, though she didn’t seem to realize that.

“That’s ok… I’m Denise,” she stayed at the door holding a clipboard.

“Ok…”

“I’m the other doctor here. Sorry,” she was very awkward. You stuck a hand out and told her your name. “This might be a little weird, but I was wondering if you guys had any.. um… morning after pills...”

“Unfortunately we don’t. At least not that have been turned into the infirmary. I can ask around-“

“No that’s okay…um maybe we can just keep this, like between us?” You tell her.

She laughs. “Yes sorry,” she fumbled with her pen. “There is a drugstore. Not that far from here and I think if anywhere would have some, it would be there,” she started. “Actually I’ve been telling Deanna we need to have someone go looking for some stuff anyway. I have a list…” she held up her clipboard.

“Maybe I can take the lead on that then.” You tell her, and she smiles at you.

“One’s enough for you?”

You give her a look, not fully understanding the question.

“Like one kid,” she clarifies, “Obviously you’re not planning for another..?”

“Uh... I don’t have a kid…”

“Oh,” She looked confused.

“Wait why do you-”

“Well the baby, I thought… sorry, I thought she was yours.”

“She’s Ricks.” You tell her, thinking that had been made clear to everyone in Alexandria already.

“Yes I know that… I just figured… sorry I’m- I just figured you… uh. Yeah.”

Some strange part of you wanted to smile. A complete stranger thought you and Rick were together. Together with a baby. Did it seem that way? To everyone else at least?

“No, um Rick was married…before,” you tell her. She nodded, and looked down at the floor in discomfort.

“Look I’m gonna go talk to Deanna, see if I can take a car and maybe find some stuff on that list? Anything urgent?” You ask her. Switching the topic back to why you were actually here.

“Oh! Yeah that would be amazing! Um, just some regular stuff, I doubt you’ll find any of these,” she pointed to a few bullet points on her list. “Nothing urgent… I mean, definitely your pill. More if you can find them. Just any contraceptives. Antibiotics, anti inflammatories, cough meds. Anything over the counter. We can use it all. “

You nod and grab the list from her. “Thanks Denise. And the pill…um… just between us right?”

“Yes absolutely,” she nodded intently, “Lips are sealed.”

You were packing your bag on the kitchen island when Rick walked down the stairs, rubbing at his eyes with his knuckle. The collared button up and tie he wore, made you squeeze your legs together. Fuck. You really thought he was going to be at Tobins for the day. Doing construction shit or whatever it was he was helping with.

“Hey,” he said walking to the cupboard.

“Hi.” You responded shyly. Memories of the night before, flooding into your brain.

“Why'd you run off this morning?” He glanced over at you, grabbing a tall glass of water from the tap, and downing it all in one.

“I didn’t run-”

"You did." He turned to face you.

"I did not-"

"Don’t lie.”

“Ok," You gulped. "I did- I... it was more of a jog...” You tried lightening the mood. He just rolled his eyes. He actually seemed irritated.

“Should we talk about last night? About us?” He asked, leaning up against the counter.

You pursed your lips. Seemed like a really heavy conversation for being so early in the morning.

“Alright then… can I ask you something?” He asked instead, the frustration evident in his tone.

You sighed. Knowing he would ask regardless of your answer. He came up to you, grabbing your face with his calloused hand, rubbing a thumb along your jaw. His touch making your knees all weak.

“What you said last night, about making you mine... Is that something you still want?" He sighed, and licked his lips. "Before, at the prison, I know we talked about it. But I- I just want to be sure... after everything... Were you just sayin’ that, in the moment?”

He didn’t like your hesitation and spoke again before you could even really process what he was asking.

“I can’t tell sometimes, with you- you just- you've been so closed off lately. I know we've been going through something, and I haven't always been the best... " he stopped himself, shaking his head. "I'm not perfect, I know that. But you haven't talked to me. You won't. And it's making me think that maybe- I don’t know… ” You weren’t fully understanding his question. He could tell. His stare burning right into you.

“Just- God dammit- do you want this? You and me? Do you want… this?” He squeezed your jaw slightly. Just enough to get his point across.

His baby blue eyes were locked on yours. The tiniest hint of worry flickered through them. Worried you were going to say no. Worried you had changed your mind after all the events between the prison and now.

You placed your hand on his wrist and nodded into his hand. Chewing on your inner lip nervously. You did want this. You’d wanted it back at the farm. You’d wanted it at the prison. At the church, and every awful and amazing moment in between. You’d wanted him. To be with him. And the way he was standing in front of you now, demanding clarification, was giving you all the reassurance that he wanted it too, just as much.

“Then quit running.” He whispered, letting his hand fall. You nodded, letting him know you understood. That you'd do whatever he asked. Whatever he wanted, if it meant you were his. Actually his. Officially.

He gave you a weak smile before turning back around and heading for the fridge to fix himself something to eat.

“Heyyy…” you sneak up behind Daryl, who was filling up his bike with gas.

“What’s up?”

“Found something fun… you want it?” You asked hiding the gift behind your back. Giving him a little grin.

“What is it?” He seemed intrigued, turning around. You lean up against his bike and feel the strap of your tank fall down your shoulder. Twirling the little baggie in your hand you show Daryl your prize.

“No way,” he smiled and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Mhm. They’re yours if you want em’.” He went to grab the bag from you but you snapped your hand back. “But I’d really like if you shared.”

He smiledd and grabbed the bag. Stuffing it into his pocket.

“I’m going on a run, wanna join?” You asked. You needed backup. And maybe some company.

“I’m actually going off with Aaron today. Sorry.”

You smiled softly, “That’s alright, I’ll find someone else. Be safe.”

You did find another group to go out with you. Glenn was willing to give Nick another chance after their last fuck up of a supply run. There was five of you. Nick, Glenn, yourself and two others that claimed to be experienced with outside the walls.

Turns out they weren't. At least not in the way you and Glenn were.

You did get the supplies you needed. Cleared the pharmacy pretty easily. Secretly took your plan B in the bathroom with a swig of warm, blue gatorade from the store. It was the way back home that went wrong. The car broke down. So you guys had to walk. Trying all the vehicles that you'd stumbled across, but nothing was working. And soon enough, while helping Glenn try and jumpstart an old Buick, there was a scream. A rather small cluster of walkers approaching you all, and somehow, one had bit one of your group members. On the arm, close to his wrist. Screaming and crying, the young man stumbled back, holding the bloody mess of his forearm as you and Glenn rushed over. Taking care of the walkers and quickly realizing what you'd have to do.

"Hold this" Glenn tightened the belt around the kids arm, above the bite. The kid was thrashing and screaming and making everything a lot harder. Nick yelling at you both telling you that it was gonna kill him.

It didn't.

No one died. But there was still an amputation. Having to carry the one boy back, passed out from pain. Draped over both of your shoulders as you walked towards the gate. The blood from his arm coating the majority of your torso.

“What the hell happened to you?"

Rick looked worried at the blood coating your torso. The kid getting taken off to the infirmary immediately, as Glenn and Nick started to argue at the fence. A bunch of your own group running to stop it. To calm everyone down.

“The kid got bit. These people are idiots, Rick. They can't even pay simple attention to their surroundings.” You told him as he grabbed your jaw, inspecting your face. Looking you up and down for injury. You could feel Nick looking over at you with a scowl.

“Are you ok? You hurt or anything?”

“I’m fine.” You grab his wrist gently, pulling it away. There was a guy missing an arm, and all Rick was focused on was you. Making sure you were ok. The realization sending a twinge of affirmation through your gut. And though you liked how much he cared, you also didn’t need taken care of right now. Even though he would clearly jump at the chance.

“Go get cleaned up. I’ll talk with Deanna. Supper is at the other house ok?”

In the shower you scrubbed the blood of your chest and ran cold water all over your shirt, in a sad attempt to save it.

You put on a camisole and some soft little sleep shorts, and headed downstairs, over to the house next door. Delicious smells of whatever casserole Carol had come up with, wafting through the air.

“Bedtime already?” Rick came up beside you, leaning his forearms on the counter you were sitting at.

You give him a side eye and a little scowl.

“Are you okay? Really?” He asked, referring to your day. He plucked at the edge of your tank top, trying to lengthen it.

"Yeah. Used to it. I'm just glad the kids alive." You told him.

"It has been a while since you've gone out there. You did good. Quick thinking."

"Well I learned from the best." You looked up at him, turning to see his face. Trying to contain his smile by biting the inside of his cheek.

"The best, huh?"

You let out a little huff. "Don't let it get to your head." You rolled your eyes, spooning another bite of dinner into your mouth.

His hand was now brushing lightly on your lower back. Everyone else was talking and eating, paying you two absolutely no mind. You liked it that he was doing this in front of them. Touching you. Not hiding whatever was between you. Something the both of you had been doing since the prison.

“I won't."

He paused, and you could tell something was on his mind.

"What?"

"Just thinking'," He shook his head.

Turning on the barstool, to see his slight bashfulness, your knees brush his own legs.

“About what?”

"You." He answered. He seemed a little surprised that he'd said it out loud. You could feel your cheeks turn warm. You grabbed his hand and dragged it up the smooth skin on your leg, fingertips brushing the seam of your shorts.

He whispered your name, firm like a warning. But his hand didn’t move after you let yours fall. Still feeling your leg, thumb brushing over your scar.

“Yeah?” You whisper back innocently. As if you had no idea what your touch was doing to him. How soft you knew you felt underneath his rough hands. Looking up at him through long eyelashes. He gave you a glance. Playful, but stern.

Voice still low but no longer a whisper he pulls his hand back from your trance, “Look I got some business tonight. Gotta meet with Tobin about the expansion. I'll uh... I'll see you later?”

You nod at him. Knowing exactly what that question actually meant.

He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Internally debating wether or not to lean in for a kiss, and you wish he had.

“Don’t stay up too late,” his thumb rubbed over your cheekbone before he dropped his hand and walked away, giving you a little glance from the living room as he kissed Judiths forehead and whispered something to Carl. Slipping quietly out the front door.

You couldn't help the smile on your face or the butterflies swarming around in your stomach as you ate the rest of your meal.

See you later, Rick.

#rick grimes #rick grimes fanfiction #rick grimes smut #rick grimes x y/n #twd fanfiction #rick grimes x reader #sex and zombies

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otherone12 · 2 months

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What Would They Do, If They Just Knew (Pt 2)

Gerard Way × Reader

-> Masterlist

A/N:Heyy! Here's a pt2 of "What Would They Do, If They Just Knew". There will probably be continuity errors, so I ask you to ignore them. Hope you like it as mutch as i liked to write. If you have any request, send me and i'll be glad to write ^^

Summary: You are a famous actress who was dating Gerard for about 2 years, but you haven't turned your relationship public yet, because of all the issues that this could bring to your career. However, you both were hired to some Comic-Con, and you don't know whether or not this is the right time to tell'em about it.

- Word Count: 1.290

- Warnings: Big age gap and anxiety content!

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps2: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language ... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person POV

When we came back down from the stage, the amount of people asking questions around us left me stunned, and I can definitely say that Gerard wasn't at all comfortable with the situation either. I've never been one to avoid interviews or shy away from cameras, but I think the last time I was approached like that was when I was cast in a superhero movie.

Hand in hand, we walked past the crowd of people and got into the car, leaving them with no answers.

- Holy shit! They just got crazy there. - A relieved laugh came out of my mouth when I looked at the window, seeing a lot of people outside - At Least they weren't throwing things at us.

- Yeah. - He took a deep breath, but you could see in his eyes that he was still quite dizzy. - Are you okay?

I nodded, although I was thinking about how we would deal with this in the next few days. I know that in a week or two people will forget about it and our lives will go back to normal, but still.

- Are you? - I asked with the kinder tone I could do at that point.

- I'll be, just need to sleep. - He smiled and started to drive. - I’m exhausted.

- Do you want to stay in my place? - considering that my house is closer, I think it would be logical for him to stay there. - My bed is big enough for the two of us.

- I'd love to.

*** time skip ***

We fell asleep cuddling, and when I woke up, still in his arms, I grabbed my phone and checked the absurd amount of mentions involving our names on all social media. Things like “such a cute couple” made me smile, but there were more “They’re using Gerard for hype” or “Ew! that middle-aged guy knows how creepy dating a person THAT much younger?” than I thought that would be.

My heart raced as I scrolled through the posts and saw that it was getting worse and worse. Far from being okay, I turned off my cell phone and began to think about how Gerard would react to this. A hot tear ran down my cheek and I held his arm tightly, trying to calm down.

Was this a good idea? Was telling them really a good idea? There were a lot of people talking shit about us, but it wasn't as if we didn't know that this could happen; on the other hand, there were people defending us and being very kind.

When Gerard finally woke up, we went to the kitchen and had a coffee. I didn’t know how to tell him, but I couldn't hide it from him either. This anguish was gradually consuming me, but I tried to feign naturalness in all my movements, wanting to avoid any questions at all costs. If the subject did come up naturally, the best thing to do was not to appear shaken by the comments, even though I was, and tell him to do the same.

- So… about yesterday… - The question I was most afraid came faster than a bullet - have you already seen people’s reactions?

Before answering, I took a deep breath and felt my eyes fill with water again. With the cup of coffee in my hands, I took a sip and concentrated so as not to let the fear overflow with more tears.

- Babe?

He didn't demand answers, but showed concern when he saw that I was about to break down right there in front of him. Without saying another word, he came close to me and comforted me in his arms. After a few seconds, he broke the silence.

- I knew that this was gonna happen… But I'm here no matter what, okay? - He hugged me tighter and all I could do was breathe heavily, attempting to feel some kind of peace. - And we’ll be fine, nothing’s gonna change between us, sugar.

A gigantic weight seemed to have been lifted off my shoulders when he finally said that. the lump that had formed in my throat loosened enough for me to confirm his statement.

- You promise?

With serious features, he looked deep into my eyes, causing the environment around me to become blurred and without hesitation he said

- I promise.

I swear I tried to erase everything I read from my mind, but my stomach churned again and with a trembling voice I blurted out an empty argument:

- But the people-

- I don’t care at all, babe, and you shouldn’t either! They’re just frustrated ones that can even write the swearing right!

Without even realizing it, I let out a giggle. He makes me feel so good, even in my worst moments.

I turned off my phone and didn’t look at it for the whole day, so we spent the day together. We talked about Gerard comics and he helped me go over my lines. Everything went so well that I even forgot everything that had happened in the morning, except of course for the promise that nothing would change. When I realized it, it was already late at night.

I was in the kitchen, making dinner, when I heard footsteps getting closer. I keep my eyes in the pan to not burn it all, then I notice when the sound stopped.

- Babe… - Gerard was standing in the beginning of the hall with a bottle of hair dye in his hand. - Do you think I should dye my hair black again?

- If you want to…

- I'm asking what YOU think, not what I think, babe! - He whined like a kid. - So… should I?

I giggled at his reaction and took a second to think about how to respond to him.

- Well, personally, I love your gray hair. - I said, looking at him. I tried to cut myself off, but i couldn't held myself and murmured the next sentence. - Actually, I think it's kinda hot

He passed through the kitchen door and walked slowly over to where I was. Attempting to pretend that I didn't said that, I bright my focus back to what I was cooking, but Gerard was in front of me with a raised eyebrow.

- Sorry, sugar, do you mind repeating? - He heard me. I could see in his gaze that he knew exactly what I said. With a damn grin on his face, he continued. - A bit louder now, if you don't mind.

- I said... - I tried to use a loud tone, but I feelt a little embarrassed to say that again, knowing he was paying attention and looking directly into my eyes. I cleaned my throat and tried again. - I said that I think your gray hair is kinda hot. But you already know that, right?

I felt my cheeks turning red while I looked away from his beautiful eyes and heard him chuckle at the situation.

- If you say so… - He walked close to my body and stood behind my back, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. He brought his mouth close to my ear and whispered - then m gonna keep it like this.

He pressed a kiss on my neck, making me melt on him. The way he makes me feel is so surreal that sometimes I wonder if I'm just imagining it all. The "too good to be true" feeling haunts me from time to time, but moments like these remind me that I'm extremely lucky to have him with me, even though we heard a lot of shit about us since we turned our relationship public.

I guess we’ll have to deal with it, fortunately, we have our friends and the real fans to support us.

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~ Well, that's it! lemme know if you like it ^^

#my chemical romance #gerard way #mcr #gerard way x reader

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amor-immortalem · 10 months

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Hi hi. I'm in the mood for angst and I really enjoyed your brothers react to MC enforcing the pact on Mammon. So I was wondering if you could do a brothers react to Mammon getting hurt saving one of them and maybe is in a coma or has irreversible damage like losing a wing etc your creative choice. Like all of them react to the news or maybe they witness it. Mammon saving one specific bro from an assassination attempt or an explosion from the science lab type accident of your choice. I'd prefer if it was either Beel or Satan. It would be nice if it was more of the fic style version but I wouldn't mind the head cannon bullet point version. Your writing is really good especially the angst 🤧

A/N: hope this lives up to your expectations, anon. I tried to go with like a pre-nightbringer-esqe setting just because I feel like in the ‘modern’ times the brothers are pretty much tolerated so there would really be no reason for an assassination attempt on anyone and I couldn’t get behind a scenario of an accident at school either (trust me, I tried! that’s what drafts 1, 2, and 3 were all about…) also it’s written half-and-half, one part story format, the other part bullet list format.

Warnings: Not canon-compliant (cuz I just can’t be arsed to care about canon atp) personal headcanons used, potential ooc-ness description of injuries

I wrote most of this during the height one of my manic phases so sorry if this isn’t worded well.

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It was supposed to be a normal day for the brothers- just a normal day where they continued to hide away in the castle while they awaited more permanent housing to finish being constructed but it just seemed to not be in the cards for the new demons.

There was a ball held by Diavolo to welcome the Devildom’s newest elite- war criminals who’d fled from the Celestial Realm after a failed rebellion to save one of their own.

Mammon notes how these nobles are all sizing him and his brothers up for any weaknesses among them- not too dissimilar from a pack of lionesses picking out the weakest gazelle in the herd. It makes him uneasy, wings pulling tight to his war-wounded body. The leathery texture makes the demon squirm. It wasn’t too long ago that those very same wings were once a pure white with feathers dyed crimson by the blood of his fallen former brothers and sisters- maybe just a couple of months ago at most.

“Here.” Beelzebub holds a plate out to his older brother, drawing Mammon from his thoughts. “You should eat something.”

It’s filled with a generous portion of gourmet foods that make second-born’s stomach queasy. He’s still not used to his food having such otherworldly colors and abominable textures to it. If Mammon’s being honest, he’d rather starve.

“Thanks, Beel,” he turns his eyes back to the crowd of demons in the ball room, “but I think I’m gonna pass this time.”

“You’ve been passing for the last week,” the sixth-born frowns, worried for the second. “Your wounds will never heal right if you don’t take care of your body inside and out.”

“Do you notice the way they’re looking at us?” Mammon changes the subject. “I don’t like it.”

“We’re safe, Mammon.” Beel insists, twilight-gradient eyes follow his brother's line of sight. “Lucifer’s here- he’ll protect us if any trouble arises. Let yourself relax for a moment.”

“Lucifer’s got his hands full with Satan at the moment.” The white-haired demon only sighs, watching his exhausted-looking older brother attempt to wrangle the demonic child in his arms. “That group over there’s been eyein’ the two of ‘em up ever since this whole shindig started. The one over there’s been watching Levi ‘n Asmo ‘n then you and I have our own dedicated group of spectators as well.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” Beel sets the plate down and takes a much closer look at the crowd surrounding them to find his brother is indeed right. “You noticed all that from just observing them?”

Mammon nods slowly blue-to-gold eyes still scanning around them in hyper-vigilance. Something has felt wrong ever since the ball began and the demon can’t quite put his finger on what it was.

And then everything goes to hell in a hand basket. Glass shatters, screams can be heard, a volley of arrows thunks into the ground one right after another.

The attendees panic- typical of nobles who’ve not once seen the hell of a battlefield- as Diavolo and his father begin attempting to calm them, so none are trampled in the hysteria.

The brothers group together as close as they can with their nearest sibling in all the chaos, all of them on high alert to whatever threat there is. They stand back-to-back in their own separate little groups to ensure nothing can creep up on them in all this as they begin to move to each other.

That’s when Mammon hears it, the whizzing of another set of arrows to his left. There’s not much time to react as the tanned demon uses all his strength to shove Beel forward, knocking his brother off kilter and straight onto his front.

Thunk

Mammon doesn’t necessarily feel it at the moment of impact. All he knows is that he can’t breathe, and a warm liquid is flooding throughout his airway. His ears are ringing, and the sounds of his brothers’ voices are all muffled, almost mute and he can’t move his left and wing from his side.

Mammon starts to choke on the fluid backing-up in his airways as he coughs and gasps and he finally looks down to see the arrows piercing his throat and side, golden lines of celestial magic spiderwebbing out from the points of entry as his skin starts to crack and decay at an alarming rate. His vision is starting to go dark now, black spots dancing all around the white-haired demon’s eyesight from lack of oxygen.

The last thing he can remember is meeting Beel’s eyes and seeing the sheer horror in them as the six-born realizes that, yet again, he’s failed to protect one of his siblings.

・・・〆・・・

The Reactions:

Lucifer

• Can not believe this is happening

• He thought they’d be safe here. How could he have been so careless?

• It almost feels like he’s reliving the war and that terrifies him. He can’t lose another sibling.

• The first to react, he’s across the room in a flash, doing everything in his limited power to help his favorite brother while the others stand around too shocked to do anything for the moment.

• The damage to his skin looks like it’ll take eons to repair on its own and his wing already looks unsalvageable.

• When he catches whoever did this, they’re going to wish they were never created.

Levi:

• *cue internal screaming*

• He’s fine! He’ll be fine! We won’t lose another sibling like we lost Lilith!

• Mans was paralyzed by shock at the scene before him- some ex-General he is…

• After the whole ordeal he goes to visit his brother in the hospital despite all the demons there and how uncomfortable he is in settings like that.

• He leaves feeling even worse for not acting sooner after seeing the way Mammon’s wing is nearly mangled and the way his skin is chalky and cracked where the arrow heads pierced his body.

Satan:

• The noise and promptly being dropped on his ass is what really catches Satan’s attention

• His tiny body is still filled with nothing but rage and contempt for the family he got stuck with at this point so he doesn’t exactly care that one of his brothers might die

• He doesn’t really expect Mammon to bite the big one though- I mean, this is the same brother Satan watched get his shit rocked by Lucifer not more than two nights ago for stealing something out of the royal vault. He’ll live.

• After Mammon comes home from the hospital though, Satan is a pest ™️

• After hearing the others talk about how dangerous Celestial Gold can be for demons and how it’s nothing short of a miracle that Mammon didn’t immediately combust in the areas where is body came into contact with it, Satan decides he’s going to study his brother like a bug.

• And Mammon’s a good sport about it… until it turns into a six-month ordeal before ultimately Satan decides there’s no more information left to glean from his observations…

Asmo:

• “Did that really just happen?”

• His jaw? On the floor- Beel’s such a big demon and Mammon just shoved him down like it was nothing!

• But now’s not the time to be admiring his older brother’s strength- this is an actual emergency!

• Does his best to help with what little medical knowledge he did have- in the war between angels and demons, he’d been conscripted to a legion responsible for healing other injured angels so at least he knows enough about what not to do.

• “No Beel, don’t pull the arrows out like that, you’ll injure him more!”

• After Mammon comes home from the hospital though, Asmo’s there to help him find ways to hide the scarring without the use of glamour magic.

• Also, like the king of boosting people’s self-esteem so like if Mammon’s ever feelin’ down ‘n out about the scarring, he’d always have something to say make him feel better like: “some people are into scars, you know?” Or “No, they don’t make you ugly, they add to your character.”

Beel:

• This poor demon- he got to watch as his little sister died at the hands of these same arrows, now his older brother is meeting the same fate?

• Not on Beel’s watch.

• Tablecloths are being torn to shreds so he has enough material to pack and dress the wounds in makeshift bandages until they could get their brother properly treated.

• Afterwards, he blames himself every day for what happened even after Mammon comes home from the hospital.

• Thinks he should have been the one to get shot up by all those arrows.

• Always making some kind of meal for his brother- the quickest way to promote healing is to make sure one’s body is properly nourished after all.

Belphie:

• Didn’t see the initial incident because he skipped out 20 minutes before shit hit the fan to go take a fat nap. (Can you blame him though? The music was calming, the food filled him right up; it was only inevitable)

• When he wakes up, he initially doesn’t seem all that bothered because he’s good at hiding that shit

• But on the inside? Whoo boy, he’s sweating bullets. What if the worst comes to pass?

• “What do you mean the arrow heads were laced with Celestial Gold?? that shit’s lethal to demons.”

• Breathes the biggest mental sigh of relief once he finds out his brother’s gonna be okay.

• Crisis averted; he can go back to be the annoying baby brother now.

• Doesn’t draw too much attention to Mammon’s wounds- mostly so he can avoid thinking about the incident himself.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me! shall we date?#obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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The CKY Groupie

Ryan Dunn x Reader, Brandon DiCamillo x Reader, Bam Margera x Reader, Chris Raab x Reader: 6k words

Description: All the moments in your life in which you’re romantically involved with the members of the CKY crew <3

A/n: God this took me a long time to write i will not be doing this again in one part 😭 Not beta read and probably has some inaccuracies and if so just know all smut content on this is with 18+ year olds!!! feel free to reblog and send any requests <3 This is an f!reader fic but other than the last part a lot of this could be gn!

warnings: smut (18+), alcohol, oral m!receiving, face fucking, p in v, unprotected sex

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* Chris *

It was the third grade and a crowd had gathered around you and Chris during recess. “Just kiss!” Someone in the mass jeered as you stood an awkward distance away from the boy you had been pressured into kissing. Chris was bright red in the face, matching the blush that spread on yours as Bam and Dico began pushing him towards you. “Just do it wimp!” Bam laughed, enjoying this torture thoroughly.

The morning of that fateful day, whispers and notes had been passed around the class detailing one certain rumour. “Chris likes y/n.” You didn’t know for sure if it was true or not but sure enough, the boys bullied it out of him and it was unveiled as the truth. Recess was a whirlwind of excitement, basically everyone in the grade knew about this potential romance, probably most of the school too and so someone settled that this meant the two of you had to kiss.

That’s what lead you to the corner of your school yard, not really wanting to be there but the peer pressure got to you. A lengthy amount of time had passed and you two were still standing there, stiff as a board, terrified of touching lips. The crowd were beginning to get annoyed. “Are you guys gonna kiss or not?” A boy in the grade above you spat, a couple “yeah!”s followed suit.

Getting impatient yourself, you decided to bite the bullet and smooch this awkward 9 year old. The group of kids cheered and whooped as you grabbed Chris’ shoulders and landed your lips on his, your teeth knocking gently. The kiss only lasted a couple seconds, with Chris’ arms still glued to his side, before a teacher broke apart the commotion. After you pulled away, Chris looked horribly embarrassed and ran as fast as he could to the opposite side of the yard causing everyone to laugh manically at his distress. You felt humiliated at the time, your first kiss and the receiver ran away in fear? Great. But with time, the kiss became an ongoing joke between the two of you as well as the rest of the crew as they absorbed you as their own.

* Ryan *

A good few years down the line, you and the CKY crew were the best of friends. It was High School now and you basically hung out with the idiots every day, forming a tight knit group. With any friendship group there comes … the crushes. And you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore, you had liked Ryan Dunn for many years. The cute blonde kid (pre-beard) had caught your eye at some point in middle school and you were basically head over heels for him come high school.

In your Junior Year of High School, Jess managed to smuggle a bottle of Smirnoff from his parent’s alcohol cabinet and you got completely wasted on it. Your time at the big High School party of the year was now being spent bent over the toilet, puking your guts up as Ryan Dunn held your hair back and patted your back comfortingly. “I’m sorry Ryan.” You groaned, spitting the gross residue left in your mouth into the bowl. “Don’t apologise y/n.” Dunn laughed, rubbing circles into the spot below your neck. “No, no, You should be out there having fun, not stuck in here with me.” Ryan smiled, “What if I want to be stuck in here with you?” You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and turned to look the boy in the eyes. “Don’t do that Ry.” He looked confused, his brows furrowing together. “Don’t do what?” He laughed, passing your rather blunt statement off as just you being inebriated. You groaned once more, turning around to lay your face in the (no doubt) filthy toilet seat. “Don’t say stuff like that. You know I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time.” Ryan’s grip on your hair loosened slightly. The silence in the bathroom juxtaposing the bustling party just a few feet away from you. “You like me?” He asked, genuinely shocked. “Don’t act like you don’t know. It’s fine that you don’t like me back, just don’t say shit like that.” Ryan let go of his hold on your hair and turned you around to face him. “Y/n what makes you think I don’t like you?” The underlying insinuation of this question sunk to the bottom of your stomach like an anchor, your drunkenness becoming less apparent as it dawned on you what you had just admitted. Your confused looks mirrored each other, both of you realising what exactly this bomb drop meant. “Hold on, do you mean you do like me?!” You asked as Ryan started to laugh, alleviating the tension in the room. “I don’t know if you’re full of shit cause’ of all the booze so I’m gonna answer that tomorrow.” You shook your head, lifting yourself onto you knees to come closer to him. “I promise you I’m not full of shit Ryan.” Your faces were pretty close now, a shot of excitement painting your cheeks a rosy red. Dunn brushed a piece of hair behind your ear and grabbed your shoulders gently. “Y/n let me walk you home, we can talk about this tomorrow.” You smiled flatly. God why’d he have to be so sensible. You let him help you up and out of the house and although he wouldn’t kiss you that night, he held your hand like a promise, “I’ll say it when you’re sober.” He whispered in your ear as he led you to your doorstep, pecking your cheek lightly. Your eyes lingered on him as he strolled away, so nonchalant as if he hadn’t rocked your entire world.

Shortly after that fateful night, You and Ryan were dating. Everyone knew about it, you did all the typical High School romance stuff, he held your hand in the halls and kissed you when he had to leave. Nights were spent in his car, Bam’s mixtape playing in the background as you made out like typical teenagers, his roaming hands causing your heart to flutter as every time it went farther, and farther. Eventually you lost your virginity to him in your own bed while your parents were away. A night of fumbling limbs and whispers of “Is this okay?” followed by light whimpers and groans as you shared your most intimate parts with the kid that used to stick gum in your hair in elementary school. You guys were cute and even though the crew would mock you for your overly cutesyness, Ryan was never ashamed to be with you, opting to show you off and kiss you in front of them all. He was your first serious boyfriend and everything about him made your stomach swell with butterflies as the honeymoon phase seemed to be eternal. Well High School eternal. Sometimes Raab would crack jokes about how he was your “first” warranting Dunn to smack him in the face often enough. You were there when they started filming their stupid videos, often the videographer of Bam’s skating clips and even in front of the camera during pranks that would land you in the principal’s office. Everything was so perfect, prom and graduation spent with your sweetheart, up until the summer after Senior Year.

You hated to admit it but you guys were fighting a lot and not just silly little bickers. Full on screaming matches that lead to tears and hurt feelings, it always ended the same, with you in his bed, kissing away your apologies but you knew it wasn’t right. Maybe you had outgrown each other, you weren’t really sure how it happened so quickly but it was obvious it wasn’t going to work out for much longer. It was a hard decision to break up, and a rough split it was. You barely got out of bed after it, depressed and heart broken but you knew it was how it was meant to be. You and Ryan were still completely civil, in fact a couple months after you called it quits you were basically best friends again. Of course the hurt was still there, in the back of your mind and maybe it was still there in Ryan’s but you were both happy and that’s what was important.

* Dico *

It had been over a year since you and Ryan broke up and the crew was as strong as ever. Filming stupid videos and pranks was basically all you did now that Bam had gotten into this whole video thing meaning you spent every day with the idiots. None of you were very set on college aspirations so you had plenty of time to fuck around. After the summer, Dico had been acting a little… strange. He was constantly smiling at you with this weird knowing look like he was in on something you weren’t. At first you were paranoid he was pulling some elaborate prank right under your nose but alas, nothing really came of it. He was leaving lasting touches on your skin and would walk or drive you home whenever you drank despite the fact your house was pretty out of his way. This whole funny business he was getting up to came to a climax (ha) on the night of Halloween.

Rake was throwing a huge party at his with majority of the youth population of West Chester rocking up. You and the gang decided on an excellent group costume. You would be Hugh Hefner, sporting a classy red velvet robe, scantily clad underneath of course, (it was still halloween after all) and a captains hat with a pipe in hand while Raab, Dico, Ryan and Bam were wearing their own interpretations of a playboy bunny, topped off with the classic ears and bow ties. It was a funny costume no doubt but apparently whatever girl Ryan was going out with was pretty pissed he had ditched their couples costume in favour of something with his ex. You understood her anger but were quick to reassure her that there was nothing there anymore and you weren’t really lying. It felt good to finally be over Ryan for good, you were happy he moved on too and that you were both still friendly enough to do something stupid like that for the special day.

You spent a lot of time at the party playing beer pong very poorly, meaning you were drunk fairly fast but you were having a great time. Dico was stuck to your side for most of the night, flirting with you quite outwardly, becoming a little touchy feely but you weren’t mad about it. In fact, it felt kinda good. You had a pretty dull summer hanging out with those bozos meaning you hadn’t slept with anyone since Ryan and you were beginning to see Dico in a different light. There was something kinda sexy about his confidence and he was pretty cute too. After another ball ended up in your cup, you downed it, now finding the courage to lean into whatever act Dico was putting on. Later on you sat next to him on the couch, leaning into his legs and bending your body towards him to talk to him rather seductively. He had his arm around your shoulder now and often you’d see him taking a peek down your robe, just as you planned. Before you knew it, Dico had his hand resting on your thigh and was slowly inching it upwards as he rubbed circles into your bare flesh. He talked nonchalantly about whatever unimportant topic of conversation you were discussing as your breathing became shaky the further his hand reached. You gasped as you felt the pads of Dico’s fingers brush against the edge of your panties, you hadn’t even realised he had gone that far. You grabbed his wrist and looked him in the eyes, a smug grin present on his face. “What are you doing?” You asked, narrowing your eyebrows though your smirk gave away the pleasure you were truly having. Dico’s smile grew, “You seemed to like it.” Your heart was beating exponentially fast at this point, his fingers still lay on the inside of your thigh, your hand just keeping it there. “We’re in the middle of the party Brandon.” Dico moved his hand away, putting his hands up in mock surrender. He smiled and licked his lips, an idea popping into his head. “Can I tell you something?” You looked puzzled as he motioned “come here” with his fingers but moved your ear towards his mouth anyways. Pulling the oldest trick in the book, Dico used his fingers to pull your chin towards his face before pressing his lips against yours.

You gave in immediately, moving your lips in sync with his, you felt a little stupid for falling for the deception but nonetheless, you were kissing Brandon fucking DiCamillo. The adrenaline of the kiss fuelled it to get a little more intense, anyone could see you right now, even Ryan. Fuck, Ryan. You were confused on whether or not Dico was concerned with how this would go down within the crew. I mean weren’t you used goods or something? Or bro code breaching at the very least. Still, you let him pull you onto his lap to straddle him as the kiss deepened. He bit your lip lightly in order to sneak his tongue in and now you were almost grinding on his lap as he fondled your ass roughly, his tongue down your throat. You laughed into Dico’s mouth as you pictured the scene happening, Hugh Hefner straddling a bunny on a couch in the middle of a college home town party. “What?” Brandon pulled away smiling as you giggled. “No no it’s nothing.” You laughed again, going back in to kiss him some more, quickly becoming addicted to the way his tongue moved against yours. He pulled away again this time to move to your neck, kissing it softly and beginning to lightly suck. You held onto his neck but then became worried you’d get too damn horny in this rampant room so you tore Dico’s head away from you. He looked confused before understanding when you got off his lap and held his hand to lead him away from the masses.

You made eye contact with some of your old friends from high school who were giving you winks and thumbs ups and slightly startled expressions giving you the impression basically everyone saw your display of affection on the sofa. That’s when you met eyes with Bam and Ryan, both looking pretty shocked but faint smiles appeared on their faces. You shook this off, continuing to lead Brandon up the stairs to find Rake’s bedroom, praying it would be unoccupied. Alas, it was and as soon as you pulled the kid in and locked the door, you were grabbing at each other, roughly making out before stumbling on to the messy bed, not that you gave a shit. Dico had you under him, his hands roaming over your body as you held onto his face. You could feel him attempting to pull your robe off but you stopped his hands, you had other plans in mind. You pulled away from the kiss and told Dico to sit up, pulling yourself away from him and situating yourself on your knees between his legs as he did what he was told. “Jesus Fuck.” You could hear him whimper under his breath as he realised what was really going to happen.

You got to work on his belt, he was wearing stupid slacks and a white dress shirt that was unbuttoned, the bow tie and bunny ears long discarded. His face was flushed as was yours and man did he look fucking great from your angle. His smugness had almost dissipated, simply patting your head when you pulled his already hard dick out of his underwear. You spit on top of it, letting your saliva drip out of your mouth on to his tip. Dico groaned at the sensation, you knew that’s what Ryan liked. God why the fuck were you thinking of Ryan right now? I mean you couldn’t really blame yourself, he was the only person you had ever given head to before and you had a lot of practice so it was time to put those skills to use. You licked around his tip as your hand slowly pumped his base. His dick was slightly bigger than Ryan’s which excited you a little, you never realised you’d actually miss giving blowjobs. Not before long, you put your whole mouth around Dico’s cock, sucking lightly, earning a moan from him. You tried to adjust your position to fit more of him in but it took Brandon’s own hand to push your head down in order to go all the way. He brushed your hair away from your neck to form a makeshift ponytail as he gently pushed his dick down your throat. You gagged a little but insisted you were okay when he eased up. You released his member from your mouth with a pop to have a brief breather. Brandon wiped a tear that was falling down your cheek with the pad of his thumb and angled your face up towards him. “Open.” He whispered, his voice a low rumble. You did as he said, opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out teasingly. He spat in your mouth and shut it with the grip he held on your chin, leaning back to let you continue. You went back to licking his tip before taking him in fully, bobbing your head up and down but you still couldn’t manage to take him in fully. He held your hair back once more and angled himself in a way that he could thrust into your throat while you continued to bob up and down on his cock. You shut your eyes tightly as Dico set the pace, hitting the back of your throat with each movement. You focused on hollowing out your cheeks and sucking lightly as you breathed through your nose. Dico’s moans were getting louder and more erratic as his pace became inconsistent. “Can I cum on your face?” He managed to say, trying to still his hips as to not finish prematurely. You nodded quickly, releasing his dick and looking up at him through hooded eyes, eagerly sticking your tongue out as he pumped himself above you. After a few seconds Dico finished with a loud groan, coating your tongue and face with his cum. “So fucking pretty.” He sighed, looking down at you, still out of breath and stroking his cock slowly. You swallowed his load and wiped the rest of it off with your fingers, sucking on them afterwards while Dico zipped his slacks back up.

You got up and looked at yourself in Rake’s mirror, makeup all smudged under your eyes and lipstick all around your mouth. You looked a fucking mess. “Sorry for cumming I didn’t know if you wanted to fuck or not.” said Dico, wiping whatever substance on his slacks and getting off the bed to move towards you. “Don’t apologise, I wanted to do that, I don’t care about sex.” You replied, turning around to face the man you’d just sucked off. He laughed when he saw the state of your face, then holding your face in his hand and kissing you again. “You’re a really good kisser you know that?” You said, flipping around once again to face the mirror and trying your best to conceal the evidence of what you had been up to. Dico chuckles once more, looking at you with adoration through the mirror. “I could say the same about you.” You grinned, then remembered your original fear from earlier. “Shit, what about Ryan?” You spat, turning around to look Dico in the eyes with concern. “What about Ryan y/n?” His confusion at your questioning confused you even more. “Well hello? He’s my ex and your best friend, surely we’ve just broken some unwritten rules just now.” Dico laughs as if you’d said the most childish thing. “You know you’re one of my best friends too right? And you’re your own person.” You shrugged your shoulders, sort of understanding what he’s getting at. “I guess but this is definitely gonna be this whole thing now isn’t it.” Dico smiled flatly. “Yep.”

You were right. You were not gonna live down sucking Dico’s dick in Rake’s bedroom dressed as Hugh Hefner and him, a bunny on halloween any time soon. A romance didn’t exactly blossom between you and him after the matter but that didn’t mean you regretted it. It was fun being man handled for once, Ryan’s high school self was far too kind to face fuck you so at least Dico had the balls to do it. It was a little awkward between you and Ryan for a while, he’d chuckle at the stupid dick jokes Bam would make about your encounter but would never talk to you about it directly and you weren’t sure if that was purposeful or not. Alas, things went back to normal with the CKY crew and although you were reminded that you gave Brandon DiCamillo head by Bam on a daily basis, you were feeling good about everything.

* Bam *

It was January now and most of the mocking had died down, you and Dico still shared some awkward experiences sometimes. Who knew it would be hard to look your best friend in the eye after they came on your face?! Now that you had gotten with another member of crew, it seemed like the line you once viewed there being was gone. You always thought Bam was cute, he was younger than you so he was just Jess’ little brother until he grew up and became the sort of ring leader of the group. Now he was looking a little less cute and a little more hot. You figured he was off limits after you and Ryan broke up but now that the whole halloween thing happened, the possibilities were endless. You and Bam were hanging out in his basement now, watching old horror VHS tapes. The other guys were all busy but that didn’t stop you from lying down, legs across Bam’s lap as some girl got her hands chopped off, the poor visual effects and dramatic screams urging the two of you to laugh. “God, how does anyone find this crap scary? This is a comedy!” Bam nodded in agreement, his eyes flicking over to you. You could feel them bore into your face. “What?” You asked, smiling nervously. Bam wet his lips, “So you’re like, over Dico now right?” You laughed, “Bam I don’t think I was ever under him.” Bam raised his eyebrows suggestively earning him a smack on the arm. “We didn’t even fuck.” He nodded, rolling his eyes. “I know, I know. You just blew him off.” You chewed on the bottom of your lip. “Why are you even asking?” Bam’s hands were playing with the bottom of your jeans as your legs were still over his own, avoiding eye contact. “Is it still weird between you guys?” You shrugged, struggling to answer the question yourself. “I mean, I guess it’s a little strange to talk to him normally after he fucked my face.” You laughed half heartedly, trying to ease the tension but it only thickened when Bam looked at you like a deer in the headlights. “Wait he fucked your face?!” A bright red blush was spreading across your face. “Well I mean yeah, you guys already knew that though.” Bam shook his head dramatically, a stupid grin slapped on his face, revelling in this newly uncovered sexual secret of yours. “We knew you sucked his dick, face fucking is like a whole different ball park!” You took your legs off Bam’s lap and sat up on the couch to get closer to him. “How?” Bam shook his head, bewildered you didn’t understand this apparent stark difference. “Well come on, getting face fucked is so much more raw and sexual, sucking dick is more awkward, like you’re back in high school.” You nodded a little, starting to understand what he was getting at. “I didn’t really know Dico had it in him to be honest.” You said, making Bam laugh. “Ryan never really did anything like that.” The mention of Bam’s best friend added a little more awkward tension to the room. The silence seemed to prolong for too long before Bam shifted a little, getting closer to your face. Your eyes met and there was something new in his now, his pupils blown out, a sense of lust hidden under them. He wet his lips once more, his blue eyes burning into yours. “And did you like it?” You were caught off guard by this. It was clear more friendship boundaries were being burnt down along with the burning in your face and the beating of your heart. “Yeah.” was all you had to say before Bam crashed his soft lips onto yours.

This kiss was far more frantic and needy than any you had had before. Like all this pent up horniness was being let out in one big dramatic explosion. Your hands flew up to hold Bam’s face as he held your waist, lying you down so he could get on top of you, positioned between your legs. You made out hard and fast, teeth knocking at certain times because of how erratic you were being. Bam’s hands went wandering as he slipped his tongue in your mouth, pulling at your shirt to take it off, breaking the kiss briefly to do so. He felt up your boobs over your bra but you moved his hands to go under, encouraging him to break the barrier. You pulled at his shirt now and it didn’t take him much convincing to tear it off. You awkwardly tried to unbutton your pants with one hand while pulling at Bam’s belt. Bam huffed and kneeled up between your legs, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his jeans as you shimmied your own off, leaving you both in your underwear. You resumed your make out, Bam’s hand snaking around to your back to undo your bra. You felt a little exposed, underneath Jess’ little brother with your tits out but your hesitance ceased when you felt his crotch, his dick already rock hard. Bam moved his hand down to your heat, starting to rub you clit through your underwear. “Just give me one.” He whispered in your mouth, referring to an orgasm. Your cheeks were as hot as ever, your breathing hitching every now and again as your orgasm was already quickly approaching. You were barely making out now, too engrossed in the way Bam’s fingers were making you feel. Bam leant down and started kissing your neck, not marking you or anything, not that you’d mind, but the sensation was enough to get you to the edge as he rubbed you out at such a relentless place. “I’m gonna cum.” You moaned, gripping tightly onto his shoulders as you felt yourself tense up and release, Bam’s fingers still not letting up. It took a couple seconds before you moved his hand away before he could overstimulate you.

You pulled Bam’s face into yours and kissed him softer than you had this whole time. You sighed into his mouth and pulled your panties off while Bam discarded his boxers. You looked down to take a peek at Bam’s dick. It was a nice size and you even whimpered when you thought about what was about to happen. You had literally been celibate for a year, spending too much time with the fucker who was about to fuck you to indulge in the dating pool. Just as well. You spat into your hand and reached down to pump him a bit, swiping the precum on the tip of his dick with your thumb. He groaned into your ear, sending shivers down your back. He swatted your hand away, probably worried you’d finish him prematurely before slipping a finger inside you unexpectedly. You moaned but held his wrist, you were already quite sensitive from your previous orgasm and you just wanted him to fuck you already. “S’alright, I’m just making sure you’re ready.” Bam laughed at your neediness before positioning himself at your entrance. He put his arm above your head and both of you groaned in unison as he slipped inside, slowly. He held your waist with the other hand before setting the pace, not giving you much time to adjust as he moved. You felt yourself getting wetter as you heard Bam’s cute whimpers every time you clenched around him. You could tell this position may be a little uncomfortable for him as he heaved with every thrust and so an idea popped into your head. “Wait.” You said, placing a hand on Bam’s hip to stop him moving. He looked at you quickly to check your face with concern but instead was met with a beaming grin.

“Lay down.” You said and you didn’t have to say much more, Bam was out of you and under you in a few seconds, flipping you to get on top of him too causing you to giggle at his excitement. Bam held onto your hips as you took his dick in your hands, leaning back on his legs to spit on it, letting your saliva drip onto his tip, just like you had for Dico. He groaned at the sensation. You pumped a couple more times before getting up on your knees and hovering over the member. You positioned it at your entrance and slowly sank down onto it, caressing a moan out of the two of you. Bam still gripped your hips tightly and helped your move once you got used to it. Not before long, you were bouncing on Bam’s dick, moaning loudly and moving forward to let the guy grab at your tits. You lay your hands on his shoulders and began grinding now, letting it fill you up all the way. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so full. You let yourself loose, making loud noises, not worried anyone would hear as you were home alone and in the basement. You were too focused on your own pleasure you forgot to look down at Bam, who’s face was contorted in such pleasure, his whimpers were now almost high pitched, murmuring “Fuck.”s and “Yeah, shit.”s under his breath. His fingers were burrowing into your hip, sure to leave bruises in the morning which made you feel really good. “Are you close Bam.” You asked, resuming your bouncing which caused Bam to groan loudly. “Yeah, fuck I’m really close baby.” You almost smiled sadistically. He was so fucking horny he just called you baby? “Are you gonna fill me up baby?” You knew you’d probably cringe at your dirty talk once the horny cloud wore off, like you always did, but man was it fucking worth it when you could hear Bam’s desperate noises. He could only nod, his eyes shut tightly. You moved your hand to wrap around his throat, not choking, just in a domineering way. “Do you want to cum Bam?” It was hard to keep up with this composed persona when you yourself were hurtling toward your big finish. “Yeah, oh fuck yes.” His words were just mutters and mumbling but they said all you needed to know. “Cum for me.” You sped your movements up to chase your own high as Bam desperately thrusted up into you himself. The combined movements sent you off the edge once more with Bam following immediately after. His hips stopped as he kept you still on his cock, cumming with a loud moan and a “Fuck!”.

You both stayed there for a moment, panting heavily and fucked out. Your legs were shaky as you moved yourself off Bam’s cock, feeling his cum and your arousal dripping down your legs. “Shit let me get you something.” Bam said after noticing the mess left on you. He got up and moved to his laundry room, you giggled childishly at the way he walked away naked. “Fuck you.” You could hear him laugh, knowing you were chuckling at his bare ass despite the fact he had just been inside you. He emerged from the room in a fresh pair of boxers and with some clothes in his hand. He used an old t shirt to clean up your legs, you whimpered slightly when he swiped your heat with it, it still sensitive from the sex. He smirked slightly when he noticed your shudder, knowing it was him that made you feel that way. He handed you a pair of his boxers and a t shirt to put on, understanding you’d probably feel a little exposed being naked without a blanket to hide under, plus there’s no way you’d want to put your dirty underwear or jeans back on. “Come on, we’ll go up to my room.” He said, standing up and reaching his hand out for you to hold. You looked over at the TV, the horror film had ended quite a bit ago, not that either of you had cared to notice. Your moans probably drained out the dramatic screams anyhow. You followed Bam up the stairs, avoiding anyone who could’ve been in the house and climbed into bed with him. It was only the early evening but nonetheless you snuggled up to him as if ready for bed. You lay your head on his chest as he played with your hair. You should’ve been content but there was just one thing playing on your mind.

“Bam.” “Hmm?” He replied, still messing with your locks. “I’m not like a slut am I?” Okay you knew Bam wasn’t gonna flat out say yes to that leading question but you knew he’d probably make you feel a little more sane. Bam laughed comedically. “Y/n you’ve slept with like two people, I think you’re fine.” You sighed. “Yeah but I’ve fucked three guys in my own friend group, that’s slutty behaviour.” He shook his head. “Technically only two, we’re leaving face fucking out of this.” His stupid joke made you smirk. “Y/n you’re not a slut for sleeping with people in your friend group and if anyone says you are, tell me their names and I’ll deal with them.” You smiled softly. Somehow Bam always knew how to cheer you up. Of course you knew this was also going to be this whole thing but something in you felt something great could come of this.

* Epilogue *

It was now two months later and Bam had just asked you to be his girlfriend. Yeah you skipped a couple steps on that night in January but whatever. The gang reacted spectacularly to the news you had now fucked Bam. Jokes about you being the CKY ‘groupie’ were now circulating though Bam shut them down immediately “How can she be a groupie if she’s in the damn group Raab.” You laughed them off, insisting to Bam it didn’t hurt your feelings. Dico was completely normal about the whole situation, after all you were never actually a thing though Bam had now spread to the rest of the group about the ‘face fucking’. Dico had become some what of a hero after that due to your good reviews, leaving him pretty chuffed. Ryan was a little awkward about you and Bam. Apparently they had a conversation and Ryan said it was totally cool but I guess nothing will ever be completely normal between the two of you and that would be that. Raab still brought up the fact he was officially the first recipient of the CKY groupie’s love but would be embarrassed whenever you brought up the fact he went running straight after the kiss. All was well in the group once again and you were as happy as ever with Bam. If you were the certified CKY groupie, so be it.

End.

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Kamen Rider Stronger finished April 20, 2023

i forgot i finished this on 4/20. LONG POST WARNING!!

Okay, before I start this one, holy shit I’ve done so much since the last time I wrote one of these. Let me get back into the groove here. Stronger is in a weird spot where I feel like I have to recap a lot to talk about what I want to talk about so there’s going to be a lot of that. This one builds. Let me convince you that General Shadow is an interesting character.

AS ALWAYS: I’ll be dropping spoilers willy-nilly for like every series leading up to this + all of Stronger but there's an extra warning before the show ending spoilers. Thank you.

YIPPEE!

I know I've already owned up to it but at this point let's make it official... Showa Rider might be made for me? Every single time I try to think back about what I just watched to write about it I'm hit with the exact same thought: holy shit, that was SO fun. It is, it really is and always is. I had a blast, thanks. This is also the first time I've really felt like the way that I'm watching this (by starting at the very beginning and just blasting through season by season) has actually paid off! The past couple seasons have gotten interestingly experimental but Stronger feels like they were attempting to return to form while still using the knowledge they learned along the way. It's kind of adjacent to how V3 felt like '71 Rider refined; Jo Shigeru came in like "we are SO fucking back."

The comparison between V3 and Stronger extends to the main characters too; I think that Kazami and Shigeru are more alike than not. We've been rotating protags (sans Hayato, sorry babe but you’re special in my eyes) in a pattern I've described as "sensory issues -> batshit -> wet" where for as much as I compared Hongo and Amazon to each other in the "the world is so loud and scary and I can't trust myself to not lash out and that scares me more" department I have to do the same for Kazami and Shigeru in the "hey boss, I'm gonna go fucking, I don't know, dig this bullet out of my shoulder with a knife I cleaned by spitting on it and then electrocute myself for funsies" department. Like okay, take a look at this list I whipped up here:

Both Kazami and Shigeru wanted to become borgs to avenge people who were dear to them and killed by the organizations in their respective series; Kazami for his family and Shigeru for his friend. Though Shigeru went straight to the source while Kazami tried to convince Hongo and Hayato to borg him first to no avail, you can’t tell me that Kazami didn’t jump into that beam and save the two of them and not think that might win him brownie points that he could then later use to convince the two of them that yes, this is the right thing to do and he would be a great addition to the team.

Both of them have another Rider with them (I count Tackle!) who aren’t really… fully borged? Yuki isn’t for sure, he’s just got the arm; I’m not sure exactly whether or not Yuriko is a full borg because I don’t believe they straight up address that in the show but they sure didn’t address her like one and I’ve heard some things (...we’ll get into this later) that would lead me to believe that she was meant to be only partially there originally and get to full borgification by the end of the show. Both of them fought with the respective riders they were paired with. Also, both of their mouths are out in their suits! Very cute!

Speaking of suits, both of them have very silly little suits that I don’t think anyone else in the series could pull off wearing. Imagine if Keisuke transformed into V3 or something. I think I’d cry looking at that. Hayato as Stronger? Man, he doesn’t have the sheer balls for that one. Sorry king…

Which of course leads me to: they’ve both got huge egos. I really don’t need to elaborate on this one, look at the shit the two of them pull… Kazami a little more in the physical department with the stunts he does and Shigeru socially with his cockiness, but you can see the comparison, right?

And before we go on I think I need to clarify something: Shigeru jumping himself with his bike is very very real. That is actually a scene that happens. Anyway! I adore the way that the show started off and Shigeru and Yuriko had already been through their borg procedures and that the first time we meet them they're already fighting. It's a nice break from tradition! It feels fresh and new! I also think that it's one of the only ways that you could possibly sell how they borged Shigeru in a way that would make sense in a children's show. They gave him electric hands? Like, metal hands that he has to wear gloves over lest he fucking electrocute everyone? There had to have been an adjustment period there but by the time we meet him he's fine with things. I think this was probably the right call; while I love myself some good borg angst and it's interesting to see them adapt to their new lives and Ishinomori back me up here I think you would agree that exploring this idea is fun... for the way that Shigeru is borged specifically I think there's a little too much room for things to go south way too fast. Those two concepts can coexist in my mind. Can you imagine what it would have been like if he had tried to go swimming or something?

After the first episode we do get a flashback in the second to exactly how Shigeru got borged which was basically:

Shigeru: [walks into Black Satan] hey I want to be on your side I love facism

Scientists: ok what borgification u want

Shigeru: just fuck me up and make me stronger

Scientist: okay [electric hands]

Shigeru, Stronger: haha fuckin idiot I’m actually here for revenge! you killed my friend and I hate nazis. taste the powers you gave me [explodes them]

And then he escapes, taking Yuriko (Tackle) with him. From the start he’s really cocky! My remark as I was watching the show was that he really feels like he can do anything because he just doesn’t give a shit about the social implications of anything that he does. Take him just walking into a lighthouse, getting stopped by the guard who works there, patting the guy down and being like “alright, well, you’re not a monster I guess,” and leaving. He’s silly and kind of rude to Tachibana (when he shows up) and has a “Who are you?” “What? Don’t you know who I am?” exchange with all the monsters he meets. He has a whole damn speech he does every time he transforms. It’s so good!

^ HE GOES :D

While this might have set Yuriko up to be the Female Straight Man (which she kind of is for him a little) she’ll rib Tachibana or the two of them will team up and slander a monster together. I love the way they interact… I think it helps them remain on pretty equal footing even though Shigeru is absolutely the primary fighter. He still leaves things to her and trusts her to do them. I don’t think she’s fully borged - she’s never referred to as such and instead gets the term… what’s it in English, electrowave human? So she can do special attacks and such. It kind of feels like a Taki type role but stronger? Not exactly; a lot of Taki’s importance in ‘71 Rider comes from the fact that he is fully human and able to keep up with them to contrast Hongo and Hayato, but Shigeru doesn’t have the same need to connect with his humanity as they do (being borged was his choice, after all) and as such I think Yuriko fits with him much better. If we let Tackle and Taki 1v1 I think Tackle would sweep.

You see what I mean about Stronger seemingly learning from and refining the previous series? There’s not a way that I can talk about it without contrasting it – I think this is the point where I would stop and say that if you’re thinking about taking on the Grand Prix for yourself in full or in part and would like Stronger to be one of the series you watch to watch whichever of the series come chronologically before this that you are also interested in partaking before starting Stronger. I personally believe that there can be a lot of value in experiencing things in reverse order [<- guy who played the Layton series backwards and loved it] but also… I think that seeing things build up to Stronger as opposed to experiencing Stronger and then going behind the scenes to take a look at the building blocks is the way to go. Nowhere is that more apparently in my opinion than with:

Hey man, what if the Generals fucked?

^ he's calling the cops on me for that one

Maybe this was the part of the series I was most excited to talk about. Don’t worry about it. So far I’ve pitched Stronger like a continuation of ‘71 Rider to V3 which I’d say the main cast falls into; there’s not really a lot of the others in Shigeru… but if we’re talking villain generals? We’re talking X, baby. I think that meeting Apollo Geist first is absolutely essential if X is something you’re planning on watching (don’t watch X but like, watch X) so that you can see the fields from which Titan was grown. I have it on anecdotal evidence that doing things non-chrono and going back to watch X and therefore meeting Apollo Geist post Stronger feels a little underwhelming, but meeting Apollo Geist fresh off the heels of V3 feels correct and the ramp up in Stronger comes naturally. All of that to say: we’re back with the sexual tension, but it’s even more nuts this time.

There’s one scene in X where civvie Apollo Geist shows up at Tachibana’s coffee shop and sits down at the counter to order. He asks where Keisuke is; Tachibana tells him that he’s out, and inquires as to how this man (who has not introduced himself) knows Keisuke. An old friend, perhaps? Apollo Geist shrugs – something like that. It feels like Titan took that scene and decided to build his entire goddamn character around it.

^ man what the hell was this pick up line

Remember earlier when I mentioned that none of the monsters seem to know who Stronger is? That’s very much true, but Titan absolutely knows. He follows him around and smokes his stupid little cigarettes from his stupid little cigarette holder and just watches him. Titan’s obsessed with this man but whereas with Apollo Geist all the monsters were like “oh fuck yeah, let’s tie up X and drag him back, I’m sure that would make Apollo Geist happy,” it almost seems like Titan wants to keep Stronger for himself and just… doesn’t tell anyone about him. He’s possessive. He’s really intense about it. He is also using X-era techniques which didn’t even end up working against Keisuke to try and get Shigeru, of all people. It’s a fascinating strategy. The two of them follow each other to a concert and just stare at each other across the hall. Titan doesn’t really get his ass kicked, but he knows he’s not strong enough yet for Stronger. He upgrades himself. He fucking goes for it. And Titan… dies.

Well, let’s put a pin in that for a second. In any case, we need a new general, because that’s how these things go. Despite looking like a cross between an anatomical model, an astronaut, and the fucking Joker, Shadow is oddly compelling as a character to me in a way I have absolutely no idea how to describe or talk about? He’s not actually a part of Black Satan – he just kind of heard that Black Satan was fighting Stronger and was like “well shit, I want a piece of that, let me in,” and is just kind of here now. He proclaims so to Shigeru upon meeting him. Shadow really likes to play whatever game he thinks is going on by his own rules and he seems to have a blast doing so. He’s enigmatic, he’s fresh, he’s unlike any general that we’ve had before. His weird secretive nature almost makes him seem more like the leader type than the general type. Shigeru seems to understand that Shadow’s much more of a sinister threat than Titan, but doesn’t really seem to know what to do about it.

Let me quickly detour you another time just to finish setting up this stage here: throughout my time watching Stronger I was also working on over easy, you know, that Donbros comic I made! Still really like that thing. I know I and others have joked about Tarou being Showa-coded and honestly if you were to pick him up and place him down in a 70’s Rider series I think he’d be right at home; I mentioned up top that Shigeru doesn’t seem to give a shit about societal expectations and while I think that Tarou gives a little more of a shit about the consequences (seems to have less of a grasp on how the implications actually work though) I’m fine putting them in a similar category. Did you know Inoue’s dad worked on Stronger? That’s a fun little fact for you.

Okay, time to get back to the show.

Titan gets one funeral (which Shigeru gets invited to in the funniest way, by just Being in a field while this was announced to him somehow) but it was kind of a flop and nobody showed up and they didn’t even manage to use it to capture Stronger, so they decide that he needs another one. It’s at this second funeral that Shigeru finds Titan laying in a casket on a bed of roses (yes, just like Shigeru has all over his outfit) and manages to prick his electric hand on one of them, bleeding like a human, directly onto Titan’s lips, who then revives, licks it, and becomes Hundred-Eyes Titan. Buildup’s over, this is where the mad yaoi really starts.

You might now be understanding why I brought up Donbrothers earlier; yes, this scene shares really striking similarities with the time that Tarou got the juice sucked out of him at Sonoi’s funeral but even more homoerotic, because it’s actual blood?

Nevermind the actual Showa-era “how human are cyborgs, really” conversation that’s to be had both in the borg angst sense but also about the fact that he can bleed from his what-I’ve-been-presuming-to-be-metal hands. Again, calling back to X, it’s almost like that point after Apollo Geist got resurrected and was going to die unless he took one of X’s parts and put it in his heart, but this actually happened and wasn’t just theoretical. We’re going past where Apollo Geist got to. If first base is fighting the Rider and home base is actually killing them, I think Titan’s made it to second. Uh, but he’s got a problem getting to third. They’ve already brought in his replacement. There’s only one way to fix this one.

Titan and Shadow Get Divorced

Titan was kind of a flop in his first life. He’s been powered up a little more with Shigeru’s blood, but Shadow’s also been given Titan’s position pretty recently, and it would be a dick move to fire him. Look, usually the generals don’t come back unless the people they’re working for are the ones bringing them back, and they sure as shit weren’t doing that for Titan. Might as well just make them work it out together? For some reason the Black Satan leader seems to think this will work; really all it does is just instantly sets the two of them at each other's throats, and they begin to fight over Stronger.

They get exceptionally petty about it. Titan shows up, with a rose again, leading Stronger into a minefield, also strewn with roses, just to really rub in the whole “haha, your blood revived me” thing. Shadow at a couple points ends up straight up giving information to Shigeru so that he can get the upper hand on Titan. Shadow (who has a playing card theme, by the way, that’s his whole deal) shows Titan one of the cards that he just did a fortune reading with, and who else appears but Jo Shigeru, dripping wet, in the outline of the spade (cropped with the tail not showing) like he’s being framed in a heart.

^ the way he looks at that card just takes me the fuck out every time

I feel like I’m losing my mind every time I think about the two of them. Titan staggers up a dune into the good ol’ Toku Desert, dragging himself to Shadow before Shadow kills Stronger so that he can have the pleasure of at least torturing him a little bit before he goes. Shadow pokes fun at Titan for being like “I’ll be the one to kill Stronger!” with a “are you sure you actually can?” and Titan, hand to my heart, blushes.

Titan staggers up a dune into the good ol’ Toku Desert, dragging himself to Shadow before Shadow kills Stronger so that he can have the pleasure of at least torturing him a little bit before he goes. What the fuck?!

^ DIVORCED BITCHES REALLLLLL

Titan has his own hell! Titan has made his own hell and takes Shadow there to show off his accomplishments in a scene that I can only call “two socialites who desperately need a divorce” in which Titan plays the tired husband who’s got eyes for his secretary (Shigeru) but has to bring his bitch of a wife Shadow with him to work to show off just how much he does for this family while his bitch wife Shadow looks on, unimpressed, and thinks about also fucking his husband’s secretary (still Shigeru) or maybe killing his husband and taking the life insurance money, because there’s no way this plan of his will do anything but collapse down around him, which it does, and Titan once again dies as Stronger throws him back down the crevasse to this pit he’s quite literally dug himself.

Watching the two of them interact is absolutely fascinating. Titan’s passion for Shigeru seems renewed and completely focused now that he has a rival, Shadow’s ignited something in him, and Shadow seems like he’s having fun playing around messing with Titan while enacting his own plans. Shadow turns out to be superstitious, and bases most of his decisions off readings that he does with his deck of cards, which adds an even more fun element to his character. This is the part of the show where he seems the most… I don’t want to say happy, but how about “in his element.” These are all some really good episodes of television and they’re a blast to watch.

Black Satan leader susses out that Shadow’s up to some shit (don’t know how that could have happened, it’s not like he’s been telling everyone he meets or anything) and decides to try and bring in another General instead of letting Shadow lead. Shigeru gets captured, defeats the leader, and Shigeru and Yuriko are the FIRST RIDERS IN HISTORY TO CRACK OPEN A COLD ONE WITH TACHIBANA!!

LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL! THE END!

LET’S GO TO DEMON WORLD! [SHOW END SPOILERS START HERE]

No, things aren’t actually over. This is where you can tell that things got rushed in production as (from what I’ve heard) ratings kind of tanked. Shadow brings in his friends from Demon World (where he lived before?) and decides to start a new army with them called the Delza Army, which he kind of leads. This is what he’s spent his time fighting with Titan and Shigeru and Black Satan secretly working towards - taking over the facilities that Black Satan already had and using them for his own new purpose. And sure, to do this, they need to kill Stronger, yeah.

In much the same way that Titan and Shadow fought with each other, giving Stronger an edge, the Delza Army part of the show is mostly about these characters showing off their weaknesses through their bickering with each other, but there’s a whole fucking throng of them this time around. They each brought their own themed goons with them, and on multiple occasions the goons even begin fighting with each other while Stronger just kind of looks on in confusion and gets a clean path to the monster he’s actually looking to fight. This being backed by scenes of Shadow (somehow) drinking wine listening to one of his compatriots drone on and on makes it seem like he really misses being on the front lines?

^ look all i'm saying is that it looks like it's 2:55 and he's got another meeting with the guy this dude is bitching about at 3 to hear the other side of this story and he hasn't had lunch yet

The thing about the Delza Army is that it’s absolutely a “too many cooks in the kitchen” situation. Shadow’s brought in a bunch of people with conflicting views and outrageous personalities and different fighting styles who spend half the time using him as HR to work out their interpersonal issues and he just seems… tired. He doesn’t seem like a guy who was cut out for management! This is not a new character type by any means, I could name so many characters who get into a position in their job and realize like “nah, actually, I was way happier where I was,” fucking Jim from The Office does it, but it’s a completely new role for any General and like also, this was what he was working for from the beginning. To finally get here and realize that actually, he doesn’t want this, is kind of weirdly fucked and not at all what I was expecting from this show. All of the characters around him have so much personality and character that they’re completely forgettable because of the oversaturation . They went an oddly adult angle with his character and I can’t tell if it’s at all intentional or if it just happened to turn out this way. I don’t personally think that this part of the show is as good as the part with Titan and Shadow fighting, but I feel like that decrease even more helps support the change in Shadow’s character, so it ends up wrapping around to working.

This is also the part where Yuriko dies.

There’s not really much that I can say about that one other than the fact that I’ve heard she was supposed to be brought back later as a full rider this time but, because the show had to be cut, isn’t. I have a story in my mind where the rest of the guys – because they all come back at the end, they have to put on one last big show, and they’ve got a lot of science guys there – manage to jump her back to life in much the same way Shigeru did himself and transform her into a full cyborg, like I said earlier, and that she’d fully join the ranks. I know that there was talk of possibly making Taki V3 or even Riderman, which is another reason I compared the two up top. They could have done that without all of the additional angst that it would have caused the '71 cast to borg Taki since Yuriko's already been modified. It would have been so good... I’ll mention this again I’m sure come Skyrider post, but I really liked his little spotted scarf, mostly because it reminds me of Tackle’s suit. It’s like she did get to be with us in a way!

From there on you get your usual show beats: as mentioned previously, all the previous riders show up which is very fun, they defeat Shadow (who kind of seems relieved to be going out, to be honest) and the rest of the Delza army, and then it’s time to fight the Leader.

^ Tachibana's really silly in this one and but it's the sweetest thing seeing his boys come back to him

The leader this time around is like, I think the quarry come to life? No, but for real: some kind of rock monster that has been pulling the strings of all the different groups that all the different riders have fought. It’s all the same guy behind the scenes. I’ll say it, I kind of appreciated that one as a “no matter what name you put to it, facism is facism” type thing? I don’t think it’s that much of a stretch to interpret it that way. It feels kind of appropriate. The specifics of what they’re fighting change but the root cause and their aim is always the same; though there might be infighting between the groups, Kamen Rider is a show about punching Nazis at its core.

^ and they all love Tachibana so much!

This is the last time (besides the little special) that we get to have Tachibana on the show. There’s a break between this one and Skyrider and you can absolutely feel it looming in the horizon as everyone rides off again. Despite that, Stronger’s a blast of a show! I think this is one where there are absolutely different ways you could watch it and I just managed to take the path where I ended up probably the most satisfied I could have been during the Delza part since I was just watching the degradation of a man in bureaucracy. Which is always, always fun.

TO RECAP:

YES fuck yes I recommend Stronger, with the caveat I gave at the beginning that you should probably watch whichever shows chronologically come before this one that you’re interested in watching before you Tackle Stronger.

Bu dum tss…

#rider roundup #kamen rider stronger #PLEASE DON'T REPLY TO THIS POST AS ALWAYS and i do not edit. this is stream of consciousness writing baby

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the-kittens-of-vol-tron · 2 years

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Sorry for the weird format! I accidently posted it before I was ready so I had to delete it :(

So this took forever bc I wanted to do it justice

TW: Discussion of murder, crime scenes, blood, minor character death

Won’t be too graphic but still

I used a random name generator for the victims!!!

This was beta read by the lovely @themerrygothic <3

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Keith ducked under the yellow caution tape, pulling his jacket a bit tighter around him. “What’s the situation?” he asked as Hunk moved to greet him.

Hunk flipped his notebook open.” One dead, male, roughly age 37. Looks as if he was shot in the head. Enter through the front of the skull and out the back. One shot.”

They made their way toward the crime scene, “any witness?”

“A couple heard the shot but no one saw the actual murder.”

Keith nodded, “does our John Doe have a name?” He stopped a couple of feet away from the body, being mindful of the cones marking evidence.

“Kurt Dola, which he was known for-”

“Kidnapping.”

Hunk nodded, “yeah.”

Keith took a deep breath, letting the frigid air burn his lungs slightly. This was the third murder in 3 months. The third person to be killed that had a violent criminal background that the law couldn’t get their hands on.

“Detectives!” Their attention snapped towards Matt, their forensic photographer, as he waved them over.

“What did you find?” Keith questioned, taking a couple of steps toward his colleague.

Matt pointed towards the ground, a cone yet to be placed by it.

“Another one?!” Hunk said.

Keith kneeled to the ground, staring at a blue bullet with a crimson red on it.

They were officially dealing with a serial killer.

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“Wake up!” Lance snapped his fingers in front of Keith, causing the other boy to blink out of his daze.

“I’m awake,” he snapped back, his anger dissipating as Lance placed a cup of coffee in front of him.

“You sure? What time did you come home last night?” Lance adjusted his shirt, buttoning his cuffs around his wrist.

“I don’t know, like 4 am.” Keith took a sip of his coffee, closing his eyes at the taste.

Lance scoffed, “then why are you going into the office at 9 am?”

Keith looked at his roommate, “it’s my job.”

“Okay but your brother, you know, the chief, wouldn’t care if you were a little late. Especially when you’re being called in super late at night.”

“Yeah, but,” he looked at the black liquid in his mug. He technically wasn’t supposed to tell anyone about the case, or the very recent development. But Lance was his best friend, maybe more than a friend. They had been friends since middle school; he told him everything.

“We’re officially dealing with a serial killer.”

“What?! How do you know?”

Keith sighed. He was tired. When was the last time he got a proper night's sleep? Not since the first murder all those months back, the murder that still wasn’t solved. And now he had two more to solve on top of it; all by the same person. Or at least that’s what it looked like.

“The three victims all have a history of crimes. People we,” meaning the police department, “have been trying to catch but haven’t been able to.”

“Could be a coincidence.” Lance shrugged, making his own cup of coffee in his to-go mug.

“Yeah...but each victim was killed the same way. Shot through the head, entering from the front and a blue bullet.”

“A blue bullet? Don’t see that in the movies.” He placed the lid on his cup.

Keith released a dry chuckle, “no you don’t.”

“Well,” Lance leaned against their kitchen counter, “that seems like a lot. I thought the first two would stay just unsolved, not progress to this.”

Keith nodded.

Lance looked down at his wristwatch, “I do have to get to work. Don’t want to keep Allura waiting,” he grabbed his bag and placed a hand on Keith’s shoulder, “don’t work yourself into the ground. Take a day off if you need.” He pressed a small kiss to Keith’s forehead, “and I won’t tell anyone about the case. See you later, Red!” He left the apartment, leaving a still silence.

Keith touched his forehead gently, where Lance kissed him. He said they were friends but in reality, anyone would say they were dating. They lived together, shared bills, and shared a bed. Sometimes a pet name would slip out. Lance didn’t shy away from planting kisses on his skin, either.

Keith sighed and stood from where he sat at the kitchen bar. Neither of them liked labels so for now, they were just friends.

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“Detective Kogane! Why are you here?” Matt asked as soon as he walked through the door.

“Am I not supposed to be?” He slumped down at his desk, wishing he asked Lance to make him one more cup of coffee before he left.

“Well...Shay said Hunk would be in late since he got home so late.”

Keith shrugged, “he’s got a family to take care of. I don’t.”

“You have Lance.”

“And he’s at work. I wasn’t going to spend the day sitting at home all by myself.”

Matt opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by his younger sibling. “Keith, good thing you’re here. I finished analyzing your victim.” They placed a cream color folder down on his desk.

Keith opened the folder, quickly scanning their findings. “Same as the other two?”

Pidge nodded, “no poison, no other injuries, just a gunshot to the head.”

“Always facing their victim.”

"Precisely.”

He closed the folder, leaning back in his chair and propping his head in his left hand. “Thank you.”

Pidge nodded, “we can catch them, Keith.”

He nodded, “just a game of cat and mouse.”

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“Lance! This is beautiful!” Allura clasped her hands in front of herself in awe.

“Thank you,” he stepped back and looked at the dress he had spent the last month working on. “Do you think our client will like it?”

Allura nodded her head, taking a step forward to gently touch the shimmery fabric. “You really outdid yourself.”

Lance felt himself blush at the compliment. “Aw you flatter me, princess.”

She chuckled, “for real. And you finished it with time to spare. Very impressive, oh I can’t wait to show Lotor and Romelle.”

Lance grinned, stifling a yawn with his hand. “Sorry.”

“Didn’t get much sleep last night?” Allura questioned, giving him a knowing look.

Lance shrugged his shoulders, “Keith was out all night, you know I can’t sleep when he’s out.” It wasn’t too much of a lie. He cared deeply for Keith, he was hesitant to call it love but it probably was.

He couldn’t sleep the same night he committed a murder. It had been like that since the first killing.

The first night he killed someone Keith didn’t get called out right away. The body wasn’t found until the next morning. So Lance was able to lay in bed all night, Keith tangled in his arms. Enjoying the silence of the night despite his inability to sleep.

The second victim, Keith was called right away; only an hour since Lance had come home. He usually came home from work before Keith, and his murders were clean. He didn’t have much in terms of cleaning; just hiding his things.

Last night, Lance was just walking up the stairs to their apartment; he was stupid to fire his gun around so many people. He knew no one saw him, or if they did there were no details they could give. He needed to make sure the next victim was found later.

Allura gave him a sympathetic smile, “you care about him, don’t you?”

Lance nodded, keeping his attention on the dress in front of him. “Let’s go show the others.”

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“What do we want to call them?” Adam asked, leaning against the wall of Shiro’s office.

“Blue seems to be his color,” Shiro said, his eyes looking over the collection of evidence he requested.

“We could just call him ‘Blue,’” Keith suggested.

Adam bobbed his head slightly, “simple.”

Shiro sighed, clearly feeling overwhelmed. Nobody wanted this situation. They were hesitant at the second murder but they hoped it wouldn’t turn into this.

“Do we have anything on the killer?”

Adam and Keith shook their heads, “nothing. No one has actually seen the killer. Just finding the bodies or most recently, hearing the shots.”

“Damn it,” Shiro sunk into his chair, rubbing his eyes. “I want every available detective on this case.” He paused, rubbing his fingers together, “I want this person caught before they kill again.”

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Two months had passed since that day, and there were two more murders. Once a month. They still had nothing on the killer: no gender, no name, no height or other characteristics, nothing.

Just blue bullets without serial numbers from an unknown gun.

No fingerprints were ever found, the scene was never altered, and there was never a sign of a struggle; just a dead body with blood.

It was as if this person appeared out of thin air and evaporated.

“Take off your coat and sit on the couch,” Lance said as Keith walked through the front door.

“What?”

Lance looked at him with a soft expression, “I’m giving you a massage.”

Keith chuckled slightly, “no you’re not.”

“Come onnnnn,” Lance whined. “You’ve been working so hard, let me help you relax.”

Keith didn’t respond, just focused on slipping his shoes off. “I’m okay.”

“Keith.”

He stepped into the kitchen, “you’ve been taking care of everything. Cooking, cleaning, laundry. You need to relax.”

Lance rolled his eyes, “I’m not trying to solve an unsolvable case.”

Keith looked at the ground. “It’s my job.”

Lance made a sound of displeasure, “and it’s my job to make fancy designer clothes and,” Lance lifted Keith’s face with his pointer finger. Making him look into his blue eyes. “Take care of you. You haven’t been relaxed in months. It’s not good for your health. And I don’t mind taking care of the house, I just want you to come home and relax. Nothing else.”

Keith nodded, unable to form any proper sentences.

Lance pressed a soft kiss onto his lips, “go sit, I’ll be right out with a glass of wine.”

“Okay.” Keith obeyed and moved to the couch, sliding his jacket off in the process. His mind circled on how blue Lance’s eyes were.

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“Shit,” Lance pressed his hand to his side, trying to catch the blood that threatened to fall to the ground. He felt an uncomfortable laugh form in his chest. He knew his luck would run out after nine months, one of these guys would eventually have a weapon.

At least the bullet only grazed him.

He slid his gun into his belt behind his back, moving to pick up the bullet that was lodged in the wall behind him. It took some time, but he eventually managed to wiggle it out, placing it in his pocket.

He turned to look at his victim who lay motionless on the ground. Even if his new injury was going to make things difficult, he didn’t regret what he did. He took another criminal off the streets. Another person who found joy in hurting others.

He left the scene quickly, this took longer than needed. He did his best to move without wincing or groaning in pain. He would have to patch himself up when he got home; for once he would be happy if the body was found quickly.

“I’m home,” he opened the apartment door, revealing a flustered Keith.

“Where have you been?” Keith rushed forward, pulling him in for a crushing hug.

Lance bite his inner cheek, trying to ignore how his vision swam with pain. “Traffic.”

Keith held him for a bit longer before pulling back some. He looked Lance over a couple of times. “I heard over the radio that a younger male with tan skin was found dead not even a block from where you work. Shiro told me to stay put while he sent others out to the scene. I was going to leave in a couple of minutes-”

“Hey, hey it’s okay.” Lance cupped his face, trying to calm the other boy. “I’m okay. I’m here.”

Keith leaned into his touch, “okay.”

His phone vibrated on the counter and Keith reluctantly moved away to answer it. “Shiro, he’s home, it wasn’t- what?!” Keith was frozen as he listened to what his brother was saying, “I’m on my way.” He ended the call, his body shaking slightly.

“What happened?”

Keith looked at Lance, seeming to remember he was in the room. “The...the body found. It was done by Blue.”

Lance nodded, “okay.”

“I have to go, it’s my case.”

“I know, I’ll be here all night.”

Keith grunted as he quickly moved to grab his things, coming up behind Lance to hug him one more time. “I’ll be back before you leave for work tomorrow.”

“Okay, be safe.”

As soon as the door clicked close Lance let himself fall on the counter for support. He allowed himself a moment to catch his breath before he dragged himself to the bathroom and fumbled for the first aid kit under the sink.

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Keith stood outside the door, his eyebrows furrowed in thought. Lance would have texted him if he was running late. They had lived together for over five years and Lance always texted him.

He pressed his hand to his abdomen. Something had dug into him as he hugged Lance goodbye. Something that felt like metal.

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“We got something!” Pidge bolted towards his desk, ignoring how Adam glared at them for screaming so loud in the morning.

“What did you find?” Keith asked as he rubbed his eyes; he and the rest of the team pulled an all-nighter. This scene was different. A table was knocked over and there was a bullet hole in the wall. No bullet was found, except the signature blue one, but the victim had fought back. It wasn’t as simple and collected as the other crime scenes.

Either Blue was slacking or he ended up taking someone he wasn’t ready for.

“Those drops of blood we found didn’t belong to our victim.”

Hunk, Adam, and Keith collectively made a noise that was a mix of excitement and confusion.

“So that means,” Hunk said, trailing off in thought.

“It could have come from Blue.” Adam finished.

“Run that DNA through every database you can, see if we can get a match.”

“Already on it Keith!” Pidge said as they headed down to their office.

Keith smiled to himself. They finally, after nine months, had a lead.

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“We found some DNA that didn’t match the victim,” Keith said as he slid into bed next to Lance.

Lance felt his blood go cold. He didn’t leave the scene without a trace this time. “Did you find a match for it?” He kept his eyes trained toward the outfit he was working on, ignoring the dull ache in his side.

“Nothing so far, we’ll see if anything pops up in the morning.” Keith leaned over and planted a small kiss on Lance’s cheek, placing his hand above his waist. Lance sucked in a quick breath, trying to mask in under a chuckle as he pulled away.

“Sorry red, maybe another night. I need to get this design done.”

“Okay...goodnight. Don’t stay up too late.” Keith moved to lie down, rolling onto his side so his back was to the other boy.

Lance hummed in response, his fingers blending the color on the page.

Keith closed his eyes. Lance was hurt. He had found some wrappers in the trashcan that seemed to be quickly covered by other trash, as if Lance was trying to hide them. Lance always told Keith about his injuries, especially if they needed a bandage. He would demand him to kiss every injury no matter how small. So what was Lance doing that he’d get hurt and not tell Keith?

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It had been a year, a year since the first murder. Except for those couple of drops of blood, they found nothing from their killer. And of course, the blood didn't trace back to anyone in the systems so it was basically a dead end.

It didn’t lower Keith’s suspicion that Lance could be the killer. He hated that he even thought that Lance could be Blue but he couldn’t ignore the evidence that stacked up over the months.

Lance came home late a couple of times there was a murder, never telling Keith he was going to be late but his reason was always the same; traffic. His aversion to being touched right around the time they found the blood from Blue. That metal object that dug into him when he hugged Lance. How he would always ask Keith for details or what the “next move” was.

The color blue.

Keith kept his thoughts to himself. He didn’t even tell Shiro his suspicion; he honestly thought he was crazy. Lance was the kindest person he had ever met, he hated killing bugs for crying out loud. He was gentle, passionate, friendly, and soft. He couldn’t be a killer, let alone a serial killer...could he?

“Jack Huseby.”

Keith blinked, “what?”

“That’s the name of our latest victim. Ring a bell?” Shiro asked as he glanced at the paper.

Keith shook his head no, trying to calm his racing heartbeat. He knew that name. He said that name the other night. Specifically, he said it to Lance.

Jack was under suspicion for abusing children, he had mentioned in passing to Lance. To his understanding, no one in the department had been told about him yet. It was something Kolivan, a higher-up, said over lunch. He was sending the assignment to another precinct after Keith declined due to this never-ending case.

“You okay Keith? You look like you saw a ghost.” Adam waved his hand in front of his face.

“Umm...I need to go home.” He began to grab his things, trying to ignore the shake in his limbs.

“Hang on,” Shiro stopped him, “let me drive you home. You’re shaking too much to operate a vehicle.

Keith didn’t argue, he just needed to get home before Lance did. He wanted to prove that he was actually crazy and Lance was still...Lance. Not some killer.

He found himself throwing the house apart, opening every cabinet and dresser in the apartment. He found nothing. He borderline flipped the couch over, checking under the bed, under the sink, above the shower- he froze. A tile shifted.

He pushed one the tile again, shaking a bit as it easily slid out of its place. He pushed it to the side, standing on his tippy toes to feel in the darkness. His fingers touched something cool, something metal.

No. He wrapped his fingers around the object, pulling it down into the light.

It was a silver gun with blue accents, not a serial number in sight. He slid the magazine out, feeling his knees shake as he looked at the signature blue bullets all lined up.

He nearly fell off the toilet, which he was standing on for height when a small 'tck' sound was created behind him. He twisted around quickly, his eyes falling on Lance who had a neutral expression.

“Oh red, why did you go looking? I told you all you had to do when you were home was relax.”

Keith couldn’t move. He could hardly breathe. His emotions were running around his head, he didn’t know what to say. “Lance.”

Lance smiled at him, taking a step closer, “yeah, Red?”

Keith stepped off the toilet, his back flush against the sink. “Tell me I’m dreaming.”

Lance didn’t say anything, but he didn’t move closer either.

Keith felt tears form in his eyes, “Lan-ce please,” he took a shaky breath. Even if he had his suspicions he never wanted to be right.

“You’re not dreaming.”

“Wh-why are you ho-ome?” Keith managed to blubber out.

“Shiro called me, said you were sick,” another step. “I wanted to come check on you, make sure you weren’t being too curious,” he reached the doorway to the bathroom, “seems I was too late.”

Lance was calm, too calm for someone who was just caught. Unless he didn’t think Keith would tell anyone. Keith felt himself stop breathing. He didn’t expect Keith to escape this. Dead men can’t talk.

“Why? Why did you do this?!”

Lance chuckled slightly, “because you didn’t. Because no one in the precinct could actually catch these people. People who hurt others for fun, for their enjoyment. And if no one could catch them and lock them up, well...I decided to take matters into my own hands.”

Lance leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed. “I only killed people who deserved it, Keith, does that really make me the bad guy?”

Keith didn’t know what to say. He felt bile move up his throat as his body was forced to acknowledge what he was being told.

Lance took another step, reaching out to gently touch Keith’s cheek. “I really don’t want to hurt you.” He looked at him with a soft gaze, a gaze he reserved for nights they spent together.

“But?”

Lance chuckled softly, “but I know you won’t let this go. I know you’ll turn me in and I’ll be locked up while others will be able to roam. Able to still hurt others.”

Keith licked his lips with nerves, trying to figure out how to go about this situation. He somehow was backed into a corner when he thought he had the upper hand.

Lance moved slowly, his touch achingly soft as he allowed his fingers to dance over Keith’s skin.

Keith wanted to lean into the touch, he wanted to sink into Lance’s arms like he did every day. He didn’t want to process any of this.

Lance slipped the gun out of his hands, holding it against Keith’s forehead with a somber look. “I really didn’t want to look you in the eyes but,” he cocked a bullet into the chamber, “shooting from the front is what I’m known for.” Lance used his free hand to tuck a strand of Keith's hair behind his ear. “I love you.” His finger hovered over the trigger. “I have for years.”

“Wait!”

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Ohhhh how did it go?? Did someone else say wait?? Was Lance caught???? Oh the possibilities

Idk who you are but THANK YOU FOR THIS!!!!!

I really hope I did this idea justice I was so happy to write it (in a weird way, I’ve always been obsessed with crime shows)

Thank you for reading <3333

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crazyunsexycool · 2 years

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Is it a crime?

Chapter 6

pairing: Mob boss!Bucky Barnes x Mob Boss!Reader

word count: 4.0K

Warning: mentions of a shooting, a fire, guns are mentioned, idk if I'm missing anything else.

A/N: Here is chapter 6 FINALLY!!!!!!!!! We are introduced to a few new characters which I am excited about, tell me what you think! Also the nickname otter is used and I couldn't find a way to explain why reader is being called otter so here it is: Otters while being small and cute can be very vicious which is what the character that calls reader otter thinks of her lol

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Ch. 5

Your eyes had been closed for a few minutes when the sound of rushed footsteps reached your ears. The door swings open and slams violently against the wall, you and Bucky sit up with your guns pointed at the entrance. Bucky stands up first with the intention of standing between you and the intruder but he stops when he sees Sam standing in the doorway. Both of your guns get tucked away again when you realize there is no threat.

“Sam, what the fuck?”

“I could ask you the same thing. We’ve been calling both of you for the last hour and a half.”

You frown slightly as you pull your phone out and sure enough there are missed calls from Jake, Nebula, Clay and even Cougar who usually prefers to text. Bucky is also looking through his missed calls before looking between you and Sam. Both of your phones were on silent since you wanted to be able to enjoy your time together uninterrupted.

“What’s wrong?” you asked as you stood up.

“Steve and I ran into some of your guys at Steve’s bar. We were just getting to know each other and Steve invited them over to his place. When we were walking out a car sped past, someone shot at us.”

“Who was hit?”

He hesitated.

“Sam, you wouldn’t be here if someone didn’t get shot. Who is it?” Bucky demanded.

“Steve.”

The air might as well have been sucked out of the room because you couldn’t breathe. The news that Steve had been hurt got you moving, soon enough the three of you were in the elevator with the intention of going to the hospital. Sam informed you that no one saw who did it except for maybe Steve since he was the one who yelled for everyone to get down. There was still no word on how Steve was doing but from what little information Sam had Steve was in surgery and it was critical.

The drive to the hospital felt like it took ages, you needed to know that Steve was ok. He was a fighter and always got back up whenever life tried to knock him down. While Bucky and Jake were your best friends. Steve was like your brother. Having both been the only child in your families, you bonded over it.

The glass doors for the emergency room slide open as the three of you rush in. A nurse who seemed to know why you were there, rushed over to you and gave you directions as to where the rest of the group was. A familiar head of blond hair is the first thing you see when you step out of the elevator. The hallway was quiet, the echoes of your footsteps causing the people waiting to turn. Your eyes instantly connect with a very familiar pair of cerulean eyes and before you know it you’re being embraced by none other than Sarah Rogers.

“I’m so sorry Sarah. I promise we’ll find whoever did this.” You whispered in her ear.

“I know you will. Let me look at you,” she pulls back and holds you at arms length before her hands cup your cheeks. A sad smile on her lips and tears in her eyes. “Just as beautiful as I remember. Steve hasn’t stopped talking about you since you got back. You’ll have to come over soon so that we can catch up.”

“Of course. Has there been any update?”

“They finished up a couple of minutes ago and they’re going to move him to recovery soon. The doctor said everything went well. Fortunately the bullets didn’t hit any major areas.”

You let out a sigh of relief and for the first time you look around. All of your people were there, except for Clay. Jake was in a corner typing away on his phone while the others sat around waiting for what was going to happen next. The elevator dings again and as you turn you see Clay stepping out with two trays full of coffee and he isn’t alone. Close behind him was Joseph Rogers.

He was the complete opposite of George Barnes and even your own father. Where George hated you, Joseph treated you as his own. When your father stepped back and didn’t want to dirty his hands, Joseph stepped up to the plate. While Steve could have gotten his blonde hair, eyes, loyalty and loving nature from Sarah, he got his build, ruthlessness and stubbornness from his father.

Joseph scans the room, his eyes lighting up when he spots you next to his wife. His steps quicken and he hands off the tray coffee to Bucky before wrapping you up in his arms. He was tall enough to be able to lift you from the ground and let your feet dangle while your arms pinned to your side as you helplessly waited for the large man to put you down.

“Look at you, my sweet little otter.”

At the nickname everyone turned to you. It was slightly comical to see everyone’s reaction to the nickname. Whether it was the sweet part or the otter part, the reactions were either confused or curious. Once your feet are back on the floor, Sarah moves to stand next to her husband. Their relationship is something you’ve always admired. They’ve been the only example of what a good relationship is supposed to look like, it’s what both you and Bucky want. Now with them in front of you for the first time you really get a good look at them. How the hair now has gray strands peppered in and the wrinkles around their eyes are now more prominent. But still you can see how much they love each other and their son.

Bucky moves closer, his hand comes to rest on your waist as you both speak with the older couple. The conversations are quiet but you can hear the others planning what needs to happen next but most importantly they’re waiting for your instructions. After a couple of more minutes of waiting a nurse finally comes out to inform the whole group that Steve is in a private room and is awake.

“Bucky, Y/N why don’t you go in first.”

“Are you sure Sarah?”

“Yes, I know you need to talk to him. Go.”

“We’ll be quick.” Bucky tells her before he grabs your hand and heads down the hallway toward Steve’s room.

16 years old

You opened the door to the hospital room and poked your head in. Mrs. Rogers sat on a chair next to the bed, still wearing her scrubs, while Bucky sat on the edge of it. All eyes were on you the moment the door creaked and you offered the three a small smile. Steve laid back on the bed with a slight frown. Knowing him, he was probably pissed that he had to be brought to the hospital in the first place. But no one could be blamed but himself, he had a way of finding the biggest bully at school and trying to fight. Steve was on the smaller side for a boy his age and add to that other illnesses, any little thing could send him to the hospital. Now he’s here because of a few cuts and bruises as well as a broken arm and a severe asthma attack.

“How are you feeling?” You ask once you’re standing next to his bed.

“What do you think?” He all but snaps at you.

“Steven, watch the attitude. It’s not Y/N’s fault you’re in here.”

An awkward quiet settles over the room but one look from Sarah directed at her son is enough to get him talking.

“Sorry Ma. Sorry Y/N.”

You smile down at him as you start to run your fingers through his hair.

“I get it.” You turn to Sarah. “We can stay here while you go home and change and do whatever else you need Mrs. Rogers.”

“Would you really?”

“Of course. We can stay, we have homework anyways.” Bucky offers.

“Ok, well I should be out 2 hours tops and I’ll bring you back dinner.”

She waves as she heads out the door, a few seconds later Bucky walks towards the door and makes sure Sarah isn’t coming back or Joseph isn’t nearby.

“Ok, who was it?”

Steve crossed his arms as best he could with the cast. He wanted to fight his own battles which was admirable but this wasn’t a time for that.

“Steve please. Who did this?”

“I don’t need anyone to defend me, I can do it myself.”

“If you don’t tell me who did this I’ll make sure your stay here is a lot longer.”

He stared at you wide-eyed. Bucky, who was at the end of the bed laughed while you just glared at Steve, hands on your hip. Even with your school uniform on you looked intimidating. Reluctantly he gives you the name of the bully and Bucky is gone shortly after that while you stay and keep Steve company.

“Some things never change, do they Rogers?” You ask as you walk in. “How do you even fit in that bed?”

“Ha ha, you’re s’funny.'' His speech was slightly slurred due to the pain meds.

You tried to hold in a small chuckle as you walked to sit at the edge of his bed. Steve blinked a few times, trying to keep his eyes open. His hand found yours over the thin bed sheet and he squeezed once.

“Who did this Steve?”

“No one.”

“Come on Stevie. Please tell us who did it.” You asked softly.

He shook his head as his eyes closed. You looked at Bucky who was standing next to you. His hand fell to your back as you leaned against him, you kept your eyes on Steve.

“I’ll handle ‘em.” Steve said before opening his eyes again.

“This isn’t some schoolyard bully, Punk.”

Steve kept quiet while he looked at you. He seemed to be deep in thought as his brows furrowed. It seems like through his medically induced haze he realized that you weren’t in fact in high school anymore.

“I missed you a lot.” He told you. “You’re like my sister. My big little sister, cuz you’re short.”

Bucky snorts at that while you elbow him.

“Then as your big little sister, it’s my job to protect you. Are you going to tell me who did it?”

“I can fight my own battles.” He sighed.

“This isn’t just a battle Steve, it’s a full blown war. Whoever it was wasn’t just shooting at you, they were shooting at Y/N’s people. We have to do something and you’re the only one that knows who did it.”

“Come on just like old times. You tell us and I’ll stay and keep you company.”

He gave you a hazy smile.

“It was Schmidt. Or at least some of his people. I think he’s working with Pierce.”

“Fuck.” Bucky mutters under his breath as he starts heading toward the door.

“I’ll be right back Steve.”

You don’t wait for his protest as you quickly walk out of his hospital room. Everyone turns to look at you once you’re back. Joseph and Sarah walk back to see Steve.

“It was one of Schmidt’s guys.” He tells Sam.

“The red skulls?” Jake asks from his corner.

“Yeah, what do you know about them?”

“What don’t I know? I can dig up anything on any of them from the time they were born. Most importantly I can give you the current location of the shooter.” Jake holds up his phone.

“How did you manage that?” Sam asked.

“I hacked into the traffic cameras and then I followed the car.”

Sam looks impressed and Bucky just nods along. He knew how smart Jake was from everything you had told him but he hadn’t totally believed you.

“Can you send us the location?”

“You should go with them, Jake.”

“Are you sure?” Bucky looked at you.

“Yeah, Cougar you should go too,” you looked at him, and he gave you a curt nod. “Cougar is the best shot we have, you’ll want him as back up. Jake can keep you up to date if the shooter’s location changes and he’s good with a gun too. If you need anyone else I’m sure Gamora can back you up.”

Bucky and Sam nod at you.

“Call if anything happens.”

“Same.” You reply.

Bucky leans in and kisses your cheek, and you whisper a be safe before he’s dashing down the hallway with Sam, Jake and Cougar trailing close behind. Meanwhile you sit down between Nebula and Clay to wait.

“You two should go home and get some rest.”

“And leave you alone, no way. We still don’t know who was the target for that drive by.”

“You’ve been drinking and you need sleep, Clay.”

“We can sleep here. We’ve slept in worse places” Nebula adds but you shake your head.

“Call Peter and Drax, they can stay here and you can go home. Then meet up with Jake and see what you can help with.”

You finish giving instructions when Joseph walks back out.

“He’s asking for you, otter.”

“Ok,” you smile at him before turning to Clay and Nebula. “Keep me updated and go rest.”

“Will do.”

You get up and head back down to the room, passing Sarah and saying your goodnight before entering Steve’s room. He’s asleep on the bed so you take the chair next to him and try to get comfortable. It was going to be a long night.

The base for the red skulls was nothing more than a run down biker’s bar. It was a well known fact that their leader Schmidt had it out for Steve. Their problems went back almost ten years, starting when Schmidt tried to take over Rogers’ territory. Bucky knew that if they were working with Pierce, their problems were a lot bigger than they thought. While Pierce had the money and the men to do what he wanted, the red skulls lacked any kind of morals. They would get rid of anyone in their way.

Bucky and Jake stood in the shadows across the street from a biker’s bar, watching and waiting until the last person left. They wanted proof that the skulls were now associating with hydra and if that was the case both you and Bucky would need help from the other families. As the last person leaves for the night, Jake and Bucky head towards the now empty building. Jake picks the lock to the back entrance and they head straight to the second floor where the offices are.

Bucky steps into the office first and turns on the light. His eyes dart from side to side as he takes in the space.

“I’ll take the computer.” Jake announces as he walks past Bucky and straight to the desk. He puts down the backpack he brought in and pulls out his own laptop and some cables.

Bucky starts looking through some filing cabinets. He pulls files that seem important and reads through it.

“Doesn’t this seem too easy?” Bucky asks as he looks over his shoulder at Jake who is typing away on his laptop.

“What is?”

“Us being able to practically waltz in here. If I was keeping my really important information somewhere I would keep at least two guards there.”

There is a small crackling sound coming from the earpiece Jake insisted they used.

“You have two guys incoming.” They hear Sam through the small hearing device.

“I’m almost done.”

“There’s nothing here.”

“Get out now! They’re lighting up the place.” Cougar says worriedly.

“Fuck. Go on ahead, this is almost done downloading.”

“Are you kidding? If you get hurt Y/N will rip my head off. Let’s go.” Bucky says from the door. The fire alarm downstairs begins to go off as smoke starts to rise up the stairs. There’s a crash at the top stair, a bottle thrown at Bucky’s feet. He leaps backward to avoid getting burned as the fire moves quickly.

“I don’t answer to you. Now go on ahead.”

“Jensen I don’t have time for this fucking bullshit. Let’s get the fuck out.”

“Done.” Jake places the laptop in his bag and grabs it as he makes his way towards the door.

The fire was spreading quickly and the smell of burning wood and gasoline filled the air. Both men begin to cough as they cover their mouths and noses with their shirts.

“Where are you?” Sam asks.

“Still upstairs we can’t get down the stairs.”

“This way Barnes.” Jake walked into another office which faced the street. The window was just above the main entrance to the building which had an extended roof. Jake opens the window and jumps down the short distance and then jumps again to the street. Bucky follows right behind him, Cougar and Sam approach both men.

“Did you get them?”

“Yeah we have them by the entrance you used, what do we do?”

“Throw them in the building. Let them burn.” Bucky says as he walks towards the car they came in.

Cougar looks over at Jake who gives him a small nod. Sam was already walking back to where the red skull members were lying unconscious and with Cougar’s help they did as Bucky asked.

Jake walked back to the car where Bucky was waiting in and got in the back seat. The space was quiet and tense between them. They had never spent any time together, much less alone. The last time they had seen each other Bucky was accusing him of theft and he was ready to kill him in order to protect you.

“So…” Jake said after a moment.

“What?”

“That was intense.”

“No shit.” Bucky rolled his eyes.

“Can we agree that Y/N shouldn’t find out.”

Bucky turned in his seat to look at the blonde in the back. “Obviously.”

Jake nods and he pulls his laptop from his bag and begins to type away. A few moments later Cougar and Sam get in and Sam starts the car.

“Where too?”

“Back to the hospital.”

“I would suggest home for a shower, man. You smell like smoke.”

“Fine.”

You’re not sure how much time had passed but you were dozing off. The machines that Steve was hooked up to beeped continually in the otherwise quiet room. With a yawn and a stretch you get up from the uncomfortable chair and head to the door with the intention of getting some coffee. Peter and Drax sat close by and you let them know you’d be back soon.

Down the elevator and through double doors and another hallway, you thought you’d be by the cafeteria. Instead you found yourself in a maze of offices. Most of which had lights off. What got your attention was the only office with lights on and muffled voices. Aggressive demands could be heard and one of the voices seemed so familiar. Then it clicked. Without much thought you opened the door quietly.

“I told you, you had to let him die.” Rumlow growled in the face of the doctor. He seemed familiar to you too. “Why didn’t you just let Rogers die on the table? Did you forget you owe me?”

“I don’t owe you shit.”

“Stephen please.” A smaller woman stood beside Stephen. Dr. Strange, now you remember.

“You’re lucky there’s still time to fix it. Don’t fuck it up again.”

Rumlow sneered when he turned around and saw you.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

“You know you are the dumbest bitch I’ve ever met in my life.”

“No, I'm pretty sure that’s your mother. She did give birth to you after all.” You smile at him. “Now what is this I hear about letting Steve die? You wouldn’t be planning to hurt him again would you?”

“I was going to start with him but seeing as I have you here I could end this bullshit now.” Rumlow launched himself at you but you sidestep him.

You grab him by the collar of his shirt and slam him against the wall and you put your gun against his temple.

“Now, now Rumlow, you wouldn’t want to start something you can’t finish.” You got closer to his ear. “Tell Pierce his days are numbered.”

You pull him back and slam his head against the wall before letting him go. Some blood trickles down his forehead and he turns back to look at you. His nostrils flare as he takes a step closer but your gun is under his chin in one quick motion.

“I’m being kind by letting you live you little weasel. I suggest you leave.”

“One of them has to clean this up.”

“Oohhh, little baby is scared his boo-boo will get infected?” You mock. “Get the fuck out. And just so you know these doctors are under my protection from now on. Mess with them and you’ll have to deal with me personally.”

Rumlow glares at you before turning and walking out, slamming the door behind him. You turn to look at the terrified surgeons and smile.

“Listen we won’t say anything but please leave us alone.”

You looked down at the badge of the woman that was speaking. “Dr. Palmer you have nothing to worry about. I’m not going to hurt you. Both of you are under my protection.” You looked at her and then him. “Dr. Strange, it’s been a while.”

“It’s good to see you again. It’s been what? 6 years since Mr. Barnes’ operation.”

“It has. Thank you again for what you did that night.”

“It’s my job.” Strange shrugs slightly.

“Well like I said, you’re both under my protection. It’s the least I can do after you saved James and now Steve.”

“We appreciate it.”

You nod in their direction before you turn and leave. Instead of looking to get coffee you decide to head back up stairs. As you round the corner you see Jake, Cougar and Sam.

“He’s in Steve’s room.” Sam says when he sees you searching the waiting area.

You rush down the hallway and open the door quietly to find Bucky sitting in the chair you once occupied. He turns to look at you and smiles. Bucky stretches his hand out as you get closer and you take it, letting him lead you to sit on his lap. Your lips meet his in a quick kiss before you pull back and look him over.

“You were gone for a while, what happened?” You whisper so you don’t disturb a sleeping Steve.

“The Red Skulls are definitely working with Pierce. Jake is working through their files. Anything exciting happened here?”

“Yeah, I found Rumlow threatening the surgeons that saved Steve’s life. Apparently he wanted them to let him die. When I found them he was telling them to fix it.”

Bucky’s grip on your waist tightened. He looked over at his best friend and anger filled his chest.

“We need to keep people by his side while we take down the red skulls. I’ll call some of my men so that they can be on shifts.”

“Sounds good. They can work some schedule out with mine. But I know Rumlow is going to try and start a fight so I’m going to be spread thin.”

“Hey,” Bucky says, one of his hands comes up to your face and he turns your head so you look at him. “You focus on getting ready for Rumlow, I’ll handle Steve’s protection detail. We do this together, remember.”

You nod and place a kiss on his lips. His forehead resting against yours.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I wish I were dead.” Steve groans from his bed. Both you and Bucky laugh as you get up to stand by his side. You grab Steve’s hand and his cerulean eyes find yours. “Don’t worry about me, I'll be fine.”

“It’s what big little sisters do you big oaf. It’s starting to get real.”

“Well like Bucky said we do this together.”

Ch. 7

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