#To make them feel bad and send his flying monkey

[magnificent-winged-beast]

What are these?

"Misha made a slavery joke. Taliban ones. Rape. Transphobic. Admitted entering in places illegally. Joked ab how kids don't touch him at GK. Said he felt himself become Paul from filming Karla. Joked ab being"

https://twitter.com/Stileshalenski/status/1646663985775751169?s=20

I don't know dude. Ask him?

I suppose that, as many humans that got the indecency of being young and stupid. Or not being in tune with every aspect of other people's experiences in life as if by implying some dumb joke about the awesomeness of the coliseum, and not thinking about you or other modern slaves that could take it personal. He opened his mouth, or use his fingers on the Blue bird and BAM! gave you material to be canceled years in the future. Hurray!

The other thing about touching kids, I think comes from your personal journal.

So go to your favorite nasty blog and cancel him, if it makes you happy.

I'll be here counting the days till the next arrest because drunk and violent behavior, or the news about another ambivalent tattoo the Tall one put on his body. But hey! No worries everything has an excuse for him. That Canon tattoo thing isn't what THEY make you believe, and he did it because he is pure and a very intelligent guy.

So when a tattoo of an swastika appears on his neck, you can believe that is going to be a maize. Or Because it's him we have to accept he did it for the Profound spiritual Buddhist significance.

And if you are asking accountability for my Blorbo. Why don't you explain this from yours...

[bokutosbiceps]

so much fun

gear five!monkey d luffy x afab!reader | smut | ~1k words

warnings: smut. it’s smut. also mild cursing LOL

a/n: okay, i wrote this impromptu smut as soon as i saw the gif @ the end of this post from one of @meeplaws posts. it was just so gorgeous i had to write something about it. wrote half of this on the toilet.

luffy had you backed into the corner of your shared quarters, pink irises trained on your heaving chest. his hair was glowing white and whipping wildly around his face, while yours lay still against the nape of your neck. there was no wind.

he’s grinning and giggling at you, and you’re unable to tear your attention away from the way his pink tongue hangs out of his mouth. or the way his adam’s apple is bobbing up and down, strained against the skin of his throat. you gulp.

“where do ya think you're goin’, sugar?” he bounced closer to you and took you by your waist, pressing your abdomen against his and leaning forward to effectively fold you backwards. “don’t’cha wanna have some fun with your captain?”

“l-luffy, you're…”

“so what?” luffy knew you were going to mention how he was currently using gear 5. how he was currently sending things around him flying and billowing without a second thought. how dangerous and completely inviting the glint in his eye was. “s’gonna make it so much more fun, right?”

in an instant you were laying on your back with luffy’s hand still wrapped around your waist, his hips digging into yours while he sat so radiantly in between your thighs.

“hey, y/n…” he giggled, seeing the mixture of apprehension and desire etched into your features. “you love me, don’t’cha?”

you could only nod, feeling the delicious pressure of something pressing against your clothed cunt. you'll indulge your lover, you decided. even in this state. it was just that he was normally rough and unbound, never hurting you, but always leaving you breathless.

you wondered what would happen if gear 5 was added to the mix.

and you kinda wanted to find out.

“then play with me, sugar!” he giggled again, taking this opportunity to rut his hips down against yours. you moan, earning a satisfied whine from him.

“okay, lu, what do you wanna—oh, shit…” all luffy needed to hear from you was your “okay” and he let himself loose. his palms, warm and sweaty immediately pressed against the curve of your ass, gripping and pulling your shorts down in one fell swoop, giggling wildly while he did this. he pushed your shirt up to your chin, irises turning into little pink hearts at the sight of your pillowy tits, wanting nothing more than to bury his face in between them.

the warmth radiating from in between your thighs called to him, though, and he looked down at your cunt, licking his lips and smiling.

“ahh, you were just playin’ with me earlier, huh?” luffy took two fingers and swiped up from your vagina to your clit, gathering the slick that had been leaking out in a steady stream since he first approached you. “you’re wantin’ me real bad right now, ain’t’cha?”

“y-yeah…” you managed to huff out, arching your back as he continued to toy with your cunt. he was fascinated with how your slick stretched and hung in a silvery line between his two fingers. he caught the string of your arousal with his tongue, staring at you with wild eyes as he sucked his fingers clean. once he’d finished, he closed his eyes and grinned, as if he'd just ascended into bliss.

“you always taste so good, sugar. my favorite treat.” his eyes snap open and in one swift movement, he hikes your thighs over his shoulders and presses his face to your pussy. his nose prodded at your clit while he stretched his tongue inside you, as far as your anatomy would allow, and then some. his tongue lapped at your soaking wet walls, toying with the gummy spots, the ridged spots, and the spots that made you tangle your hands in his hair and pull.

after you had cum on his tongue nearly three times, luffy abruptly left your pussy aching and cold, clenching around nothing. you chanced a glance at him between your thighs. he was leaning back on his heels with his shorts unbuttoned and unzipped, stroking his cock and staring at you. he was shuddering and shimmering at his own touch, though his eyes were focused on you and you can tell he's thinking.

“m’ gonna fuck you now, ‘kay?” he breathed, shimmying out of his shorts and leaning over you, pressing you into the bed with his weight. you swore you had seen stars in his eyes before he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

he panted heavily as he teethed at your neck, scraping your skin and then soothing it with a quick swipe of tongue. you could feel the remnants of your slick still on his cheeks, rubbing onto yours. you're covered in his drool and your cum, but you're happy. blissful. it feels like the sun’s rays are reaching out to you, warming you, soaking through you. 

finally, he bit down on your shoulder and let out a loud, strained whine as he reached down to grip his cock and try to shove it inside of you. he missed, feeling his cock stretch and bend to the side against your cunt. he laughed out loud, trying over and over again to just get it in and babbling about he’s just so excited to get inside of you. the feeling of the tip of his cock brushing against your clit over and over drove you into a spluttering stupor, ripping another orgasm from you. 

“okay, okay, here we go, sugar, here we go…” he calms down long enough to completely focus on burying himself within you. he lets out a mixture between a growl and a cackle as he finally plunges his cock into you and almost immediately bottoms out.

“oh, sugar, this is gonna be so so so fun. we're gonna have so much fun.” he digs his fingers into the plush of your hips as he fully hilts his cock deep within you, eliciting another delicious mewl to fall from your lips. he arches his back and pushes his chest to the sky as you clench around him, letting out a full belly laugh as he snaps his hips forward, indulging in the way you squeeze him. 

once he had gotten his fill of laughter, he leaned down and pressed his forehead to yours. “soooo much fun.” he grinned.

a/n: i need this man in my life. and i want him to call me sugar.

taglist: @kingofthe-egirls

[wosoamazing]

Surprise

Summary: You surprise your Ma for her birthday.

A/N: Just a short one, based off this request.

It was the day before international break, a period of time in which Katie’s Birthday feel, she was upset that yet again your little family would be split on a birthday, little did she know that your Mum was planning to come visit her, she had arranged with Tony to have a break however that was after the team had already been announced, so she asked Tony to wait until the day she surprised Katie to announce that she was no longer available.

“What if I just don’t go to camp this time, they’re only friendlies” she said as she opened a present.

“Katie, babe, no, you should go, it will be okay. Oh, and also you will get your main present on your Birthday” Caitlin said, she of course knew what this was, it was you and her, but Katie didn’t.

“What is it?” “You will have to wait to find out”.

_____

“Which plane ours?” You ask your Mum, you were standing on the window looking out at the planes in the lounge, Steph and Kyra were with you, as always, except for some reason you didn’t have nearly as many bags as them, where usually you would have more than them.

“We aren’t getting on a plane today, Monkey.” She replies, “But why?”

“Because we are going to fly to Ireland tomorrow, so we can surprise Ma for her Birthday,” your Mum informs you excitedly.

“So why we here then?” “To send her photos like we always do so she doesn’t get suspicious. We’re tricking her into thinking we are going to Matilda’s camp”.

“But you say tricking is bad” you pout.

“Well, most of the time it is, but this time it’s for a good reason, so it isn’t bad”.

“Because Ma is sad, she won’t see us on her birfday and if we go and see her she will get all happy?” you question trying to make sense of the situation “Exactly” “kay”

_____

“PLANE!” You exclaim as you watch a plane take off.

“Shh, Monkey, inside voice, people are trying to work and relax,” she tells you softly in your ear before she turns to a group of businesspeople near her, “I am so sorry, she is just very excited, we are going to surprise her Ma today, she is currently away for work, and its her birthday today,”

“Oh no, it’s sweet, and that is such a cute thing to do,” one of the Women say.

“It’s alright, we’re not really doing anything that important, trying to figure out what colour to use for our design, but I’m sure Katie will be happy to see you. Oh god I sound like a stalker, my daughter is an avid football fan, she plays and wants to become a professional”. The man who seems to the boss says.

“That’s okay, but I am sorry, if I ever see you at a game, I’ll make sure to say hi,”

“Thank you, we are actually coming to the first game after international break,”

“Well, I’ll keep a look out and maybe I’ll have a gift for her”.

“Now boarding flight BA830 to Dublin, flight BA830 boarding now”

“Oh, that’s us, nice meeting you all sorry for the noise again,” your Mum picked you up and headed to your gate, you got checked in and sat on the plane, it wasn’t a verry long flight, but you still fell asleep, something about planes sends you to sleep, you had also not slept much last night as you were excited about seeing your Ma.

_____

There was a car in the pick-up spot waiting for you, your Mum had asked Eileen if it was okay if she did surprise your Ma, she was nervous that Eileen would say no as it might cause some tension/drama in the team but Eileen said absolutely, she even offered a driver to pick you up from the airport and take you to the grounds, your Mum had said it’s okay but Eileen said it was the least she could do,

You got in a car with you Mum, which stopped outside a local flower shop, you went inside with her and helped her pick out the biggest and bestest bouquet for your Ma, after you had purchased it, you got back into the car. After about 3 minutes you were there.

“You ready?” “See Ma!”

Eileen was on the sidelines, near where you were entering, when she saw you, she yelled out “Katie, can you come over here for a sec,” you Ma turned around and started jogging before she saw you and stopped, her mouth dropped before she crocked out "Y/N/N, Cait".

“Ma,” you said as you started running as fast as your little legs could go, when you neared her, she put her arms out and you jumped into them, she lifted you up to give you a big hug before perching you on her hip, your Mum wasn’t far behind her.

“Happy Birthday my love,” your Mum said as she placed a kiss on your Mums lips and hugged her, before putting her arm around her shoulders. “How?” “That doesn’t matter now does it, we’re here.” “I love you so much, thank you for surprising me and for coming” your Ma said as a few tears left her eyes, but Caitlin was quick to wipe them away.

[dsireland86]

BEAUTIFUL THINGS

A little Noah fluff that came to me this morning after seeing this picture. He really is such a beautiful thing, and hope the person who finds him appreciates and loves him the way he's meant to be.

@thefallennightmare @lma1986 @foliosgirl @xxkittenkissesxx @concreteemo

Watching her with kids was like fairytale magic in the real world. She had this way about her that drew him in so close that at times, it hurt. She was kind, caring, and sweet, but mostly, she was honest; hardly ever masking her feelings just to please his ego. When she did, though, it was to protect him. You see, there was a small part of Noah he never knew existed until the day she showed up. It was a child like part of him who was always seeking what his life had been lacking all these years; love. Pure, resilient love that stuck around no matter how bad everything got. It was the kind of love that always brought out that smile in him. It was that kind of love that made Noah begin to see all the beautiful things that he had and was afraid to lose.

After sending the last little one out the door of the Pre-K room, she finally had a moment to fix her attention on Noah. He looked tired today. The slight purple and redness around his cinnamon eyes proved that. With his hands shoved inside the deep pockets of his tan hoodie, she knew from just one glance at Noah that the monkey on his back that tortured and teased him daily had been playing some real nasty ticks on him today. Flipping her "Please knock before entering" sign over, she closed the door and locked it, pulling the blind down over the window to give them a little more privacy.

"What is it today, love?" Her hands running up his chest and around his neck was enough alone to make his head spiral out of control. "It's nothing. Really. I'm good." He took a deep breath while shifting his body so she could snuggle in between his legs comfortably and wrap his long arms around her waist. "Noah, I can feel you're not tell me the truth." He grinned, huffing a slight little laugh. "It's nothing, Really." He slipped his large hand around her head, bringing their lips together for a brief moment. She tasted like watermelon and salt; her favorite snack. "You know I don't believe you, right?" Her voice was calm and soothing, instantly making him relax. He sighed "Why does that not surprise me," he laughed nervously. She smiled softly.

The moment her hands touch the skin of his back, Noah knew he was done for. He was about to tell her everything, releasing every fear, every anxious thought, and all the anger that had built up over the last thirteen hours. The monkey on his back wouldn't win today. "Jolly and I got into a fight, Matt's pissed at equipment that suddenly quit working, Nick's got to fly home for a few days for some family stuff, and Folio, well it seems the only thing he has on his mind right now is fishing and motorcycles. He couldn't concentrate on shit today which only pissed Matt off even more." Noah exhaled the breath he didn't realize he was holding. She hummed, dragging her fingertips up his back before gently raking her nails right back down, repeating this a few times over and over until Noah slumped forward, laying his forehead on her shoulder.

"You realize that none of it, except maybe the fight with Jolly, which was possibly more of a disagreement than a fight, is out of your control, right? Noah, look at me." She took his face between her hands and brought it up so she could find his eyes. They were filled with remorse mixed with a little worry and sadness. Brushing the lose tendrils of dark hair out of his eyes, she ran her thumbs over his lips, resting them there for a brief moment. Noah wrapped his hands around her wrists, bringing on her hands to his cheek, where she willingly placed it and he leaned into it, rubbing his skin against hers. Her touch was everything to him. It healed him in ways nothing else could. "You, my love, are one man. You can't do it all nor can you put the responsibility of others actions on your shoulders. You can't control them, Noah. All you can do is control how you respond to them. Stop putting the burden of other people's problems on your shoulders. Stop trying to bare it all; you were never meant to."

She was right. She was always right. That's why Noah loved her. He nodded, letting her know he understood. "I know. Sometimes, though, it's easier said than done, Princess." Grinning at his nickname for her, she pulled his face close to hers and claimed his lips, taking her time to feel them move against hers and relish in the warm taste of his tongue on hers. It made her weak and dizzy. It made her willing to give into every want and desire of his. Noah's hands found her face, wrapping around the sides of it as their kiss deepened, sending shockwaves and images of what it was going to feel like when he finally got her completely alone tonight. Their kiss slowed, the power to control their urges taking over, an they parted just enough to give the appropriate space. "I know what you mean. The lives some of these babies have to live is heartbreaking. If I had my way, I'd adopt every single one of them that are in foster care. No child deserves to live the way some of them are forced to. But I can't change any of it. I can only be the change they need while they're here in this room with me. That's all the power I have."

Noah took a deep breath, feeling much better already. He always did when he was honest with her about how he was feeling. "You'd adopt them, huh?" He wondered if her confession was real or just metaphorical. "What?" He watched her gather up the necessary items needed for home. "You said if you had your way you'd adopt every single one of them that are in foster care. Would you really?" She grinned, sliding the book inside her tote bag. "Well, obviously I couldn't adopt all of them, but yes, I've though about what it would be like to adopt a child." They'd been trying for two years to get pregnant with no luck. Noah often wondered if infertility was the problem. They'd talked about having kids often and knew how much she was longing to become a mother herself. He wanted to give her that more than he wanted anything else in the world.

Taking his hand and walking out of the classroom, they walked down the hall of the small Pre-k/ daycare building. Waving and saying good-bye, Noah watched how much she glowed when asked about how some of the kids were today. She was excited and eager to tell anyone who would listen. Besides him, Noah knew children were her biggest love. Walking across the parking lot to their cars, she sensed there was something heavy on his mind. "What is it, love?" He looked over at her, only to find her staring up at him quizzically. He caressed her cheek and kissed her sweetly. "Let's go home." Her eyes narrowed, but she agreed. Before they climbed into their cars, Noah stopped her. "I think we should adopt a child," he blurted out suddenly, causing her head to snap up faster than a bolt of lightning. "What?" Noah was shaking, wondering if he should repeat what he'd just confessed. But, from the way her soft green eyes danced at him and that precious smile of hers lingered in the corner of her lips, he knew he should. "I think we should adopt a child. I think we're both ready, and since it hasn't happened naturally for us, yet," putting a strong emphasis on yet, "I think adopting would be the next best thing."

Watching Noah tap his fingers on the hood of his car, confessing to her about wanting to have a child was the last thing she ever expected to come out of him today. But it was the best, most electrifying thing she had ever heard him say besides "marry me." Waiting for her to answer was like waiting for rain to fall during a drought. Noah's heart was pounding and he suddenly found himself on the brink of nausea from the worry quickly spreading through his body.

"Okay. Let's adopt a child." Hiding her excited smile was impossible. "Really?" Noah's eyes widened in surprise. "Really?" He laughed nervously, again, unable to believe she was actually agreeing. "Really!' Her excitement was contagious. "Alright!" Noah tapped his hand on the hood. "Alright," she parroted him. "Let's go home and figure out where to start." "Absolutely! Chinese on the way home?" "Mmm, I'm more in Ramen kind of mood tonight. I'll call it in." Here mischievous grin made Noah laugh. He was willing to get her favorite food for dinner, but she was adamant about getting his.

She showed Noah all the wonderful things life had to offer, yet she was the most beautiful thing ever. She was his world. She was his everything; next to her mother. With his daughter and wife beside him, Noah knew he would be okay, not matter what the monkey on his back told him or tried to do to him. He wouldn't break. He would fight. He would risk it all. He had a reason to. Every night he begged God not to take the beautiful things that he loved, and so far, well so far he and God were finally in agreement.

[oceansssblue]

[THE BAD BATCH]—COMFORTING THE STUDENT series.

ECHO/GN READER

WARNINGS: PURE FLUFF 💖. NO PHYSICAL DESCRIPTIONS OF READER.

EVER BEEN STRESSED AS A STUDENT? WELL, JUST IMAGINE IF YOUR BB BOYFRIEND CAME TO THE RESCUE. THAT'S THIS.

You've studied so many units for your exam you've lost count at this point of the afternoon. You didn't even pause your studying for lunch; eating with one hand while you scrolled through your datapad with the other one. You knew if you were to see your boyfriend in the afternoon you needed to get your work done as fast as you could; so you've put the effort in and now, finally, you're free to enjoy the rest of your evening with him without having to worry about it.

You quickly shower and get somewhat presentable; a big sweater on top of your casual shirt and pants so you don't get too cold in your speeder bike. You fly through the traffic of Coruscant, excitement building up inside of you; natborns, as the clones call you, are allowed into the GAR's complex with a specific visitors permission, and you've asked for yours a week ago. Your boyfriend had informed you that Clone Force 99 was finally returning to Coruscant after a long mission in the Outer Rim and you wasted no time in getting the papers you needed. You want to be there when The Marauder lands. He deserves that much.

You walk impatiently through the detectors, so the security guards in the GAR complex can make sure you're not carrying any weapon; and then you fly the already memorised path through the building til the hangar. This is not the first time you do this; and certainly not the last.

You wave your hand here and there towards some other troopers you've gotten to know in the time you've been friends with the Batch; you stop in front of their usual spot right as The Marauder enters the bay and makes his slow carefull descend to the ground.

You can't help but clasp your hands together and bounce up and down on your toes in excitement. It's just how you are; bubbly, full of energy, and you're just so excited to see him. It was actually you who approached him first, back when you were mere strangers to the other, stealing glances at each other in 79'; you've never once regretted it.

The Marauder finally lands and the entrance hatch falls open; Hunter being the first one to walk it. He inmediately locates you and a tiny, almost imperceptable smile turns the corners of his lips up. You kindly smile back at him; though your attention is inmedietly moved elsewhere when you catch a glance of the person you've been waiting to see for almost a month, now.

"Echo..." you sigh, in complete relief and happiness, and you're running the short distance that separetes both of you in a flash til you're clinging to him like a monkey to a tree.

Echo stumbles in surprise, left arm quickly holding your body up against him while his scomp carefully taps your back. He chuckles a second after, and you hug him tighter with a smile.

"Hello to you too, sweetheart" he greets you, squeezing you tightly before gently helping you get on your feet again, and you tilt your chin up towards him.

"Missed you so much" you confess, your eyes never leaving his, and Echo sighs at the truth and warmth he sees in them.

His hand plays with your hair. You melt under the weight of his amber gaze. He looks at you with so much raw love and admiration and you... You feel exactly the same for him.

"Missed you too, cyare" he whispers, with the sweet mando'a that always makes you smile, and you can't resist it anymore and join your lips with his in a heartfelt, slow and gentle kiss.

Echo makes a satisfied hum on the back of his throat and kisses you back; his lips and the way he kisses and holds you always sending sparks through your veins.

You hear some clapping and whistling, and you both step back with redened cheeks and a bashfull smile. Troopers are always like this with another clone's displays of affection; and they already know about your relationship, so somehow they feel even more confident to call you out on them.

You say hello to Echo's brothers as well and chat with them for a bit; before the two of you make your way back to your speeder. Echo hops on behind you and you can't help but feel a different type of rush of exciment flowing through your body; enjoying the way he presses against you so he doesn't fall of the vehicle.

When you get to your apartment, you're still buzzing with energy. Echo leaves his backpack in your bedroom, makes a stop at the bathroom, and reunites with you again in the living room. He knows his way around your home by now; it's his, too.

"How was your day?" he asks, finally sitting in the sofa with you, and you quickly mold your body to his side.

"A bit stressfull" you shrug. "I finished that proyect I told you about, uploaded the answers for the seminaries of last week and studied fifteen units or something like that. This has been the first time I've been outside this week, in fact."

Echo makes a face –he's an expert on those, so expressive–, and caresses your shoulder with his fingertips.

"Mm. I'm sure Tech would have a speach ready to explain exactly why that's not very healthy" he says, kissing the side of your forehead. "Why don't we go for a walk while I tell you of this planet we've been to? You need some fresh air, lady".

You chuckle and make a pout. Your hands move from his shoulders down to his chest and abdomen; slowly, tempting.

"But I wanted to give your body a well earned rest as well, lovely" you whisper, turning to face him properly, half climbing on top of him before he stops you with a strong hold on your hip and a soothing kiss to your second pout of the day.

"And we can do that kind of welcome after our walk" he chuckles, eyes full of mirth and warmth. "Come on, baby, just fifteen minutes so you can change your setting and stretch your legs and then I'll give you whatever you want."

It's an impossible offer to pass. You nod against his lips and steal a last quick kiss before standing up and tugging his hand.

"Okay" you happily conceed, grinning in satisfaction. "But I want it in front of the mirror again this time."

Echo chuckles and follows you out the door of your apartment. He gently squeezes your hand.

"Deal".

THE END.

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MY LOVELY ECHOOO! HE'S ONE OF MY FAVS EVER, AH, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH :)

ANOTHER SHORT ONE-SHOT FOR YOU TO READ, I HOPE YOU'VE LIKED THIS TINY FLUFF ONE! LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE & REBLOG APRECIATED. REMEMBER I'M TAKING REQUESTS/PROMPTS.

AND WE'VE ONLY GOT CROSSHAIR LEFT! I'M PLANNING ON DOING A SEXY ONE FOR THIS ONE... DON'T KNOW IF FULL DESCRIPTIVE SEX YET, BUT AT LEAST DEFINITEVELY SUGESTIVE AND SPICY ;)

XX,

Sky.

Back to my Masterlist here!

[blametheeditor]

What Could Go Wrong

Run Down: What everyone should've expected to happen at some point given Monkey King’s track record of being a lousy teacher.

Content Warnings: Mentions of violence. Fighting over someone.

You owe me Editor

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“Come on, Macaque, there’s nothing to worry about!” 

Such a sentence had been banned from Wukong’s arsenal, but apparently today was the day he wanted to test if Macaque was feeling gracious. 

He is not. “Wukong, the kid needs more than just ‘you’ve got it bud’. I think it’d be more beneficial if you, oh I don’t know, actually taught him?”

Because as it currently stands, MK has been listening to every word his mentor has said. Fixing his posture, striking the correct pose, standing on his head for some unknown reason. But the poor kid’s mentor has refused to actually teach something. Only given words of encouragement. 

That’s why Macaque declared he had a right to be on Flower Fruit Mountain after realizing that while Wukong is many things, from a backstabbing friend to a powerful being who’s mastered 72 transformations, but a teacher is not one of them. That would require a little bit of hindsight. And everyone knows only a certain shadow possesses such a quality. 

Quite a laborious burden he bares. 

Wukong glares from across the clearing, having stated he wanted to be as far from Macaque as possible. A feeling that’s mutual. “Excuse me, he’s my student. Meaning I know what works best for him. Right MK?” 

“Right, Monkey King!” MK immediately agrees. And then only a second later the kid hesitates, rubbing at his neck. “Uh, would you mind repeating how I turn into a hawk?” 

“That didn’t prove my point at all,” Macaque drawls as he looks over his claws. 

“You just need to concentrate,” Wukong urges with a glare sent toward the shadow. “Imagine yourself as a hawk and everything that goes with it.” 

“...that’s it?” Macaque asks. He had only joined this particular training session a few moments ago and therefore didn’t have the full story. But he hadn’t expected the all powerful ‘Monkey King’ to be this incompetent. Turns out he held the bar much too high. “You can’t even give specific descriptions? Like wings, talons, basic things that would be extremely helpful?” 

MK sends a grateful look his way, but the kid’s mentor is waving a paw as if to shoo a pest away. “You clearly don’t understand the complexity of the training MK goes through. It’s spiritual. Something he needs to find himself.” 

Macaque gives a look that says he’s not buying it in the slightest. Someone who, you know, had to master his ability completely by himself? No help, no guidance, no mentor. And not once did this ‘method’ of learning ever work for him. 

He doesn’t continue to argue, however. Not with MK looking much more confident as he closes his eyes to concentrate. Of course, Wukong is currently beaming with the assumption his ‘teaching’ got the kid this far. What matters is they’re on the right track. He doesn’t necessarily care about the journey as long as they get to the end. For this round at least. 

It’s completely silent save for the wind rustling the leaves on the trees. And then MK just...disappears. 

Now, he might not have much experience with the actual transformation part when it comes to things like this. But Macaque doesn’t believe he’d be too off the mark with the assumption it’s a bit disconcerting, especially if this is one of the first times shape shifting into an animal. But what does he know? Why would Wukong ever think about an idea being a bad one? Especially involving yelling. 

“Nice job, bud!” the celestial primate congratulates as he proceeds to walk through the grass. Meaning the shadow is quick to make his way over to the kid as well.  “Piece of cake, right? Flying’s going to be a little more tricky, but we’ll do it mama bird style!” 

“...you are not throwing him off a tree.” 

“I am doing whatever I want,” Wukong growls, hands on his hips as he stops just shy of where MK had originally been standing. A stance that can be seen as something playful, but Macaque knows it’s meant to be a warning to back off. “And what I want to do is-” 

Macaque’s fur stands on end when the most talkative being in existence suddenly cuts himself off, something that can only be a bad sign. One that’s made worse considering how still Wukong became. Pupils narrowing as something is watched. 

That’s not normal. 

Actually, none of this is. It’s much too quiet. Even if MK needs to learn how to fly, they should’ve seen a hawk jumping up in excitement, or at the very least be chirping up a storm. Much like his mentor it’s a bit of a chore to get him to shut up. 

But there’s nothing. Not a single peep Macaque would have been able to hear yards away. So what-? 

The shadow freezes when he’s finally close enough to see what currently has Wukong looking like he’ll pounce at any moment. Realization dawning on him what’s going to happen in about five seconds. Unable to help feel an incredible amount of sympathy for the poor kid. Because someone’s poor teaching skills made it so MK didn’t transform into a hawk, but instead shrink. 

Now he’s no taller than about three inches. With blades of grass towering over him like mountains. Looking absolutely terrified and like he wants to run at any second. 

The kid takes a single step back. “M-M-?” 

They lunge at the same time. Instead of aiming for MK, however, like a certain impulsive celestial primate, Macaque collides with Wukong to ensure the miniscule figure who needs some time to process isn’t grabbed only a minute after shrinking. In which giants were stomping as they drew closer and closer, loud voices that would make tiny ears throb. 

It earns him a genuine snarl as Wukong attempts to bite Macaque’s throat out. Who is happy to give a fierce kick in the chest and gain some space. “He’s mine!” 

“Give the kid some space!” Macaque exclaims. Softly. Glad he’s the only one with six ears or else this would be ten times worse for MK. “He’s-!” 

Wukong leaps at Macaque with a battle cry, one that says his attempts to ensure the kid isn’t traumatized aren’t appreciated in the slightest. Not when it’s clear ‘baby monkey’ instincts were triggered. Which, if he may add, wouldn’t have happened if Wukong actually taught about transforming. 

But the damage is already done. Complete with Macaque doing everything he can to keep the sharp fangs as far from his face as possible. He’d be worried about how this might look to MK considering two colossal beings are wrestling a mere few feet away. But, again, he’s too busy not dying. Again. 

“Wait-!” 

He hears the soft and terrified cry. Barely dodges teeth wanting to sink into his shoulder and forces them to roll once, pinning Wukong to the ground at the same time he opens a portal directly below MK and onto his paw. Gently traps the kid in a fist to ensure he doesn’t pull a stupid move like jumping off. 

“Okay,” Macaque pants as Wukong goes still, understanding this is an active hostage situation. “Look, I’m not trying to hurt the kid, but you need to be careful with him.” 

Wukong sputters. “Of course I’d be careful!” 

He barely holds himself back from slapping the most annoying being in exitance. “You’re going to burst his eardrums.” 

There’s no surprise Wukong immediately opens his mouth to retaliate. No words are said however when MK’s flinch in noticed along with miniscule hands covering his ears. Finally there’s a look of regret. “He’s safe with me.” 

“Uh huh, sure,” Macaque growls. “The rockslide incident was, what, only a millennium ago and you already forgot how to be a good giant?” 

“Well if you weren’t-!” 

The shadow sighs when it becomes clear Wukong’s more focused on arguing than anything else. He stands up in order to begin walking toward the mountain, opening his paw in order to not make MK feel like he was trapped. “Sorry about that, kid. Are you okay?” 

He’ll admit, holding someone so small and fragile makes him feel not only powerful, but genuinely terrified. He’s seen Wukong use his transformations in order to win fights, display dominance, and just because he can. Yes, it’s absolutely terrifying to be on the receiving end even if that person is a genuine friend he can trust. But it seems like being a god isn’t as fun as it seems to be. 

Not as MK trembles even with a giant smile on his face. “Yeah, of course! Wh-Why wouldn’t I be?” 

He needs to teach the kid not to follow Wukong’s ideology of fake it till you make it. 

“Hey! Hand him over!” 

Macaque raises an eyebrow before stepping through a portal that puts him inside Wukong’s dedicated ‘mediation’ spot, ears twitching at the ‘MACAQUE’ that echos from below. 

“Alright, let’s work on getting you back to your proper size.” 

MK looks almost surprised, yelping as he’s gently slid onto the ground. Macaque can’t help giving a poke that makes the kid nearly fall over, smirking when he’s given the single most nonthreatening glare. “So what’s the story with the rockslide?” 

Not what he thought would be said. Possibly ‘please don’t kill me’ or ‘Monkey King’s going to be here any minute’. Then again, Wukong isn’t one to tell about his failed endeavors. “Oh, it started because someone was being an idiot while climbing the mountain.” 

“Don’t you dare finish that story!” Wukong calls as he races through the hall, skidding to a halt. Hesitating at the sight of Macaque sitting on the floor with his student perfectly unharmed. “And stop kidnapping MK!” 

“I will if you properly teach him something,” the shadow growls. 

“...will for which one?” 

“Wukong thought it’d be a great idea to-” 

“Okay, okay!” the celestial primate grumbles as he joins them on the floor. Gives MK a poke that ends in the kid falling over. “Growing back will involve a bit of meditation. Which requires silence.” 

Macaque rolls his eyes, but he’s content in letting Wukong continue the lesson without interruptions. Especially when MK immediately raises his hand. “Question about the hawk transformation. Am I supposed to think about more than just its size?” 

They both stare down at the kid for a few moments. 

“...maybe I should’ve been more specific.” 

“You’re both hopeless.” 

[virdemption]

F-Gongon Headcanons (YAHOOOOOO!!!)

He/It (Don't let this fool you its cishet).

Compared to the normal Gongon's proud, hearty, and protective nature, he's a lot more cynical, blunt/harsh, and closed off. He still keeps the protectiveness though, but strictly only for one specific someone.

Is Gongon's ancestor but neither realize it. What they do know is that they hate each other and will bicker often.

Fights with his descendant can get violent fast because F-Gongon is extremely emotionally vulnerable kinda like Space Ex Husband cranked up by 100000x. It's a miracle F-Gongon hasn't actually fucking killed Gongon yet.

Moves slower than normal Gongon and has jankier motor skills but can drive really well and had to get its kart taken away from it cause going fast feels alarmingly amazing and he's gotten arrested for speeding on multiple occasions. And vehicular manslaughter.

GTTNG NY FRM F LTTR R TXT FRM HM S RLLY NNYNG SNC H WRTS ND TYPS LK THS (Getting any form of letter or text from him is really annoying since he writes and types like this).

Was reanimated by Dr Bad Boon and worked for him for a while as another henchman before escaping and being found by Yanyan in Adventure Forest.

Adventure Forest makes it feel all sorts of difficult emotions he can't properly put into words. These woods feels unwelcoming. Dangerous. And vaguely comforting.

Resents Bad Boon so much for how it was treated working for him as well as the fact that a freak like it was awoken in the first place. But also tends to pick up traits from Bad Boon and act in ways it normally wouldn't (Usually as an unconscious[?] defense mechanism.)

No but like he's pathetic but also just. Not a good person. Your Father's Son core type bitch. Dude has murdered a plenitude of rodents just out of boredom. Also killed someone else like years ago but we'll get to that. Will he kill any more monkeys at any point in the future? Maybe (Yes).

The heavy shocks reanimating him combined with the bolt in its head have heavily loosened its eyes, so you can shake him up or knock him around and they'll be in different positions. Sometimes even fall out. The way I typically draw him is what it believes to be the closest he can get to "properly" locking them in place.

Absorbs electricity when shocked with it (naturally as he's powered with it) but if he's gotten too much it sort of enters a drunken state where it becomes loopy and a lot more open and has to be put in a safe place so he doesn't injure itself or others.

He doesn't need to sleep but he can. Sometimes when visiting W-Meemee it'll just curl up in her bed and fall fast asleep. It has the ability to dream but that won't occur super often.

W-Meemee... oh, where to begin. The kindest monkey he's ever met. The one who was there for him at its worst. And isn't too rowdy and energetic to handle. It'd give the world to be her partner. He just needs to get the words out.

Um. um. I have something silly to say. Little spoon :3

When he cries, the eye on the grey side of his face will tear up more than the yellow side.

Adores butterflies and also highly envies them. It wishes he could be a beautiful butterfly and fly away from his problems. Its taking this to the second grave.

P-Yanyan often bullies him.

Was good friends with Su k'Su (Kenrai) before killing her after a dispute and running off never to be seen again. He has no memory of this but she sure does.

Being around her makes it very uncomfortable in a way it can't describe. Why does W-Meemee keep bringing her around. Why are they roommates. Who even knows.

Kenrai sends him anon hate on Super Monkey Ball Tumblr frequently.

[scruffyplayssonic]

Are the ArchieSonic comics actually an 80's/90's syndicated cartoon? Episode 36: New love interest! They get together, yet she never shows up again 

Welcome back to my look at the ArchieSonic comic series, and how it shared a lot of the same story tropes as a typical ‘80s or ‘90s syndicated cartoon! Well, my last two looks at love interests in these comics were pretty cringey, let’s see how much worse things can get, shall we?

Episode 36: New love interest! They get together, yet she never shows up again 

For this one we need to turn to what is arguably the worst three-issue arc in the Knuckles the Echidna comics, The First Date, which ran from issues 26 - 28.

This story began with the Chaotix - or what was left of them, at least - discussing the recent departure of Charmy from the team. Long story, I’ll get more into that one later. But I will just say that I thought it was lame that Penders cut him from the team, probably because he had no idea what to do with him. Anyway, Espio revealed that he’d gotten a letter from Charmy announcing his betrothal. Vector was absolutely gobsmacked and appalled at this news, clearly not a fan of being tied down to a single partner.

Getting tired of listening to him brag about how great he is at attracting the ladies, Espio triple-dog dared him to successfully ask out anyone he could find.

Vector accepted the challenge but struggled to find anyone willing to overlook what an annoying and badly written character he was. :P He was sulking alone in a cafe when the waitress came over to ask him if he wanted anything, and… well, this happened…

But apparently he failed to ask this unnamed character out too, because in the following issue Mighty and Espio pointed out that he’d failed the challenge, and he brushed it off as nothing more than a temporary setback. 

Jesus Christ, what a repulsive attitude to have. But there must have been something about Vector that the unnamed swan lady found appealing, because at the end of the story in Knuckles #28, Vector brought her to Knuckles’ surprise birthday as his date!

…how?! What?! How?!

Now look, I’m an apologist for the ArchieSonic series’ early years, as I grew up reading them and thought a lot of this stuff was epic at the time. Heck, I even kind of like the first 21 or so issues of the Knuckles series - the political arc introducing Lien-Da and cyborg Dimitri are when I feel it took a turn for the worst. But I think these three issues are the worst of the Knuckles comics. The story is bad, the art is awful, and Vector is an extremely problematic character as written by Ken Penders. This interpretation of the character clashes violently with the Vector that we know today, although I can’t entirely fault Penders for that because in the ‘90s his only non-comic appearance had been in the Knuckles’ Chaotix game. So I get the need to come up with a personality for him, but I don’t get why this is what was decided on. It’s just plain creepy. The only redeeming factor of those three issues is the backup story where Mighty is reunited with Ray the Flying Squirrel.

While Vector’s unnamed date is the only case I can think of where a character actually hooked up with a new love interest who was never seen again, I’ll give an honourable mention to Li Moon.

Sonic and Tails first met her in Sonic #60, when they saved her village from the Iron King and Queen. The Iron Queen had set the nearby Mount Stormtop ablaze and let the fires rage for 100 days, causing a terrible drought for the people of Stormtop Village. Sonic and Tails took it upon themselves to save the day, putting out the fire and sending the Iron King and Queen packing with the help of Monkey Khan. Problem solved, right? For awhile, sure.

The two villains would later return after Eggman’s defeat in Sonic #200, taking control of his forces and renaming the Eggman Empire the Iron Dominion. After New Mobotropolis was captured by the Iron Queen, Sonic, Tails, Sally, and Monkey Khan fled back to Khan’s homeland in an attempt to break off the ties she had with the four clans making up her army. While they were there they stayed with Li Moon and her grandfather, and Tails seemed to develop a bit of a crush on Li Moon.

Sheesh, ninjas really know how to kill the mood.

Tail's crush never really went anywhere, and I don’t believe Li Moon was seen again in the comics after that arc.

Are there any other new love interests who appeared and then were never seen again that I missed? Let me know in the comments! My next blog post is probably going to be a beefy one, as the category is “Sidekick is kidnapped.” There’s plenty of material for that one in the comics!

[siixkiing]

one muse takes a blow meant for the the other [I just want to see how Macaque would react to Wukong taking a harsh blow that was meant for him]

☯ 100 INDULGENT TROPES ☯

" — ?!"

This had taken a turn even he hadn't predicted and it left him stunned. How was he suppose to feel in this moment anyway? When the one person who he thought didn't care about him — one that he hated and who he assumed hated him back just as equally, protected him? It wasn't like the Great Sage could die after all. He had taken hits far worse than this after all. Still, it was the act itself that left him baffled in the moment.

Why playing over and over in his head. They weren't friends anymore, they weren't as close as they once had been all those centuries ago. So, why? Sure, they were had agreed to TRY and work things out between them — mainly for MK's sake if anything. The kid wished for both his mentors to be in his life so it only seemed fair to least try and tolerate one another. To get along for the kid's sake more than anything...he wouldn't admit it but he did enjoy having the kid around. He wouldn't risk not being able to hang out with him or even torment and tease him on occasions, life would get dull.

His shock only lasted for a moment that seemed to drag on a little too long. It was soon replaced by another — anger. There was that old anger at someone daring to hurt the golden simian in his presence like that. To dare touch him like that. That old protectiveness seemed to not have ever truly died. BUT there was another...anger at the Monkey King for interfering with HIS fight. Did he think he couldn't take a hit? That he wasn't strong enough as a warrior? Tch, the nerve.

"You absolute IDIOT — "

" — who said I need YOUR protection?! I was doing just FINE here!!"

There was an underlying tone of worry amidst the anger, a shadowy cudgel forming and blocking the next blow. Returning the favor when another strike was aimed at the king. Least he could lie and just say he was doing it so he didn't owe him after this — lie to himself that he didn't feel the urge to protect him rise in his chest.

Nope. He didn't care if this moron got hurt after all, why would he? A well aimed kick makes contact with the opponent's gut, sending them flying backwards and away — unleashing a flurry of shadowy clones on them after. The duplicates taking over the fight for now as his attention turns to the injured sage, frowning and checking over the blow. It looked bad, really bad.

"You're a damn fool, I swear..."

[hollowfaith]

🧍

Send 🧍 + A Muse* To Meet A NPC Connected To The Muse

Princess Laetitia Poppaea Genevieve Eryngium II - Human

"A king of the monkeys? I've never heard of that before!"

"So if he's your uhm, teacher, does that make you a Monkey Prince?"

Halfway through leading her new friend into the palace's flower gardens, the young princess stops at the revelation to look at Qi Xiaotian with fresh new eyes.

"Hm, it seems to fit! You're taller than me for one, and you're strong enough to scare off those bad doggies that were bothering me before. But do you know how to dance?"

Before the other can answer, she's already pulling him towards the plaza in front of the fountain.

"I'll teach you the steps of the Erygnium Waltz! Then we can surprise mother and father and Mr. Angel at my birthday ball tonight! Oh, did I tell you about Mr. Angel yet? He saved my life too! And um, did you say your name was Shaoten? Mine's too long, so just call me Poppy, okay? It's what my favorite nursemaid uses!"

—

On the eve of her 11th birthday, Princess Laetitia of the Erygnium Kingdom was attacked by a demon. Fortunately, she was saved in time by Aurelius, who was passing by on a whim to look at the nation's beloved star holly flowers. The grateful king and queen, who had only heard of angels but rarely saw one in the flesh, managed to express their thanks and convince him to stay for their daughter's special birthday ball the next evening.

There, Laetitia (more commonly known as "Poppy" by her family) got to dance her first dance with the angel who saved her life. He was the most perfect being she'd ever seen; certainly none of the princes from the other kingdoms could compare. Aurelius left after the ball that night, but even his departure was a splendid sight: flying away on golden wings to a realm beyond the silvery moon in the sky.

The memory of that evening stuck with Laetitia as she grew up. Eventually she was old enough to accept suitors of her own, but none of them could quite reach the standards of the angel from her childhood. Neither did the angel show his face after that incident, and the thought of living her life without ever seeing him again made her despair.

But then a new demon war broke out.

As was tradition with human kingdoms, the king and queen led their people in prayer to support the angels fighting for their sake. In the midst of her own, Laetitia allowed a single selfish wish to blossom: that she might see Aurelius again. Although it was an innocent enough thought, the desire behind it was so strong that it attracted the attention of demons who preyed on her weakness. They succeeded in luring the princess out of the castle with an illusion of her angel telling her to meet him, and very well might've tricked her off a cliff if it wasn't for Aurelius coming by to catch her as she fell. Coincidence or not, the rift to the demon world had opened up on the very border of Eryngium lands.

Seven years had passed since their last meeting—what felt like a lifetime to her but a blink of an eye to him. In fact, Aurelius didn't even remember her as the little princess he'd indulged as a child. Wanting to make sure this wasn't a dream, Laetitia reached out to cup Aurelius' face—

—and promptly got her hand cut off.

She had been holding hands with the demon who tricked her to the cliff, and its essence had rotted through her fingers so that the flesh had started to decay. There was no pain when the limb was severed, and in fact Aurelius regenerated her a very nice new hand as soon as he was done, but it was still a jarring experience. Having returned her to her parents, Aurelius left again to fight the demons without ever giving her a chance to speak.

She had seen him like she desired, but it only made her want to see him more.

A week later, the hand he healed began to lose feeling in its fingers. Skin flaked off in patches, the nails darkened, and slowly, it began to rot again. Alarmed, Laetitia tried to hide the changes with gloves, then with feigning an injury, but was eventually found out. Her horrified parents appealed to the healers, then the angels for help (fortunately, it was easier to encounter them during a war) and eventually, called Aurelius back again.

For Laetitia, it was a secret thrill just to see him for the third time. After all, he hadn't aged an iota since they first met, and looked even more dazzling with his battle spear and battle regalia. He examined her hand, healed her injuries, and said that nothing was wrong on his part since the initial cure. The king and queen hardly believed it, but didn't dare refute him. They saw him off quietly.

Three days later, Laetitia's hand began to show signs of abnormality again. This time she was caught instantly, her parents having kept an eye on her the first time. When they began to fret, she only smiled at them and said not to worry, because Aurelius could cut off this hand if it turned too bad and grow her another one again. Her flippancy, however, only horrified them more.

Although their daughter had been seduced by a demon before, they only knew this based on Aurelius' words. Now they were starting to wonder whether the angel himself was suspect. If he was as holy as he claimed, then why couldn't he heal something as simple as a curse or injury?

Laetitia disagreed. She insisted on calling for her angel again, and the queen and king once again passed on the message through the celestial ranks until it reached their general at the front.

Aurelius was noticeably less patient when he showed up for the fourth time. It was no joke to deal with demons and their battle was reaching the crucial point—how dare they summon him on a whim using the ancient agreement between kings and Heaven? In response, the king and queen demanded he fix Laetitia's hand for good. She was wearing it in bandages, but as soon as she caught the angel's eye, she eagerly undid them to show him her disfigured limb.

But Aurelius' gaze swept past her to her parents, unimpressed. "Your daughter has lost herself to delusions and is feeding those desires herself. Even if I eliminated the demon for her the first three times, what is the use if she hasn't killed the demon in her heart? This will be the last time." With that ominous sentence, he cured her once more and left.

Alas, his actual warning fell on deaf ears. For the king and queen only heard him accuse their daughter of hosting a demon without wondering what sort of thoughts could have taken root in her heart in the first place. They treated Aurelius coldly and apologized for taking up his time, then asked him politely to leave. The queen, a sensitive soul, did pause to ask her daughter that evening, but what do you think of that angel's words?

To which Laetitia replied with a smile, "I didn't hear what he said because I was too fixated on his face. Oh mother, I think I love him. I wish I could marry him and stay with him forever."

"You can't do that!"

"Why not?"

"You cannot take a blessing Heaven has granted the world as something only for yourself!"

"But all I want to do is love him. Is it a crime to adore the man who saved you four times?"

"He is no man—"

"Then why did Heaven make him in the image of one? The handsomest man in the world, no less."

Distressed by her daughter's blasphemous words, the queen could only excuse herself to pray for guidance. Meanwhile, Laetitia's condition continued to worsen. Her hand was all black again by next morning, but the princess only viewed the terrifying scene with a soft, fond, smile.

"If he has to heal me himself every time, then doesn't this mean I won't be able to leave his side? We can stay together until the end of our days..."

This time the king and queen simply brought in a different angel healer to look at her ailment. But although the angel's treatment was effective, it hardly last an hour before the effects reversed. As Laetitia's delusion progressed, so did her ailment, extending to her arms, her shoulders, and then slowly the rest of her body. Though her mind remained self-aware, the princess of the Eryngium Kingdom slowly but sure transformed into a monster as her wild thoughts ran rampant. Her parents had to lock her up to hide the truth, and tried all sorts of methods to cure her, but to no avail. They pleaded with the angels for help, but all had been called for the final battle and had no time to spare for a simple princess's injury (to say nothing of the fact that she'd already delayed their leader so many times). Moreover, it was clear to them that the folly laid so clearly within Laetitia herself. Instead, they entreated the king and queen to tell the girl to reflect, and to give up the desire that was consuming her—but again, the words fell on deaf ears.

It wasn’t long before the queen fell prey to demons of her own in a mixture of anxiety and guilt. Step by step, the kingdom followed in her wake, all affected in part by the doomed princess. Ironically, she was the least concerned of all. Lying on her bed in her room as still as dust, she was even grateful: the bigger the ruckus made by her kingdom, the more likely Aurelius and his angels would come to investigate. They were charged with protecting the world and all its kingdoms, after all.

Unfortunately, when Aurelius did show up at last, it was to stab her through the head with his spear.

News had spread fast: Eryngium had fallen prey to a demon behind the front lines and most of its people were lost. When nearly everything about it was rotten, there simply wasn’t any merit to saving what was left. It was better to save everyone the trouble and start over from scratch after a thorough cleansing. Perched on the headboard with wings glittering gold, Aurelius had never looked as beautiful to Laetitia as he did in her moment of death.

He returned to his duties in Heaven after that, but the legend of Eryngium and its “demon princess” lived on for the next hundred or so years. It was a lesson to every human kingdom: covet not what you worship, lest you consumed all you loved in pursuit of an empty dream.

Faceclaims: - Blanche Friedkin, I'm Only a Stepmother But My Daughter is Just so Cute! - Karina Leopold, The Time of the Terminally Ill Extra.

[whisky-tango-foxtrot-biteme]

Self-care

When you realize you are being abused verbally, emotionally, or psychologically, take very good care of yourself. Love you. Do things that will help you heal and keep you healthy both physically and mentally.

You may find yourself ruminating. (Which ironically was what drove me to start this blog--I then thought to put my feelings and experiences into words that could spark discussion.) When you ruminate, you are beating yourself up because you'll be wondering how you can make the situation better or how you could adapt yourself to keep the peace. Be authentically you and understand this is not your fault, that attempting to adapt yourself or keep the peace will only make you feel worse. Do something with that energy rather than ruminate. Write. Walk. Clean. Go to the grocery. Call a friend to do lunch. Go for a run. Do something mentally or physically demanding. Dissipate that energy so that your mind cannot beat your up and harm your self-esteem. Do something that will require your attention and can absorb you so that you do not have the mental space to ruminate.

If at all possible, cut that person out from your life. Create boundaries that make you feel comfortable. Don't permit someone's terrible behavior and hateful attitudes to infiltrate your mental and emotional space. Block that person on social media, from your phone. Do not give that person the chance to explain or apologize. They know what they did. They know what they need to do--and it is to address their personal issues and mental health.

If you cannot cut that person from your life, minimize your exposure to them in anyway possible. You will see terms like "grey rocking" or "going dark" tossed around. And likely a lot of blah blah blah about how to do that or what it means. Ignore that mumbo jumbo. Just minimize your presence in their lives, communicate with them in the most minimal way possible. If they ask a question that requires a response, give them the specific answer they need: "Are you coming to mom's birthday party?" Your answer should be yes or no. Don't get caught up in their word salads because they often will drag side issues into the question or perhaps start on an all out attack against you if you give them an answer they don't want. Suss out the issue, understand it, and do not give more information than necessary. Your immediate answer isn't usually needed, take the time you need to understand exactly what they are asking or saying. Then at mom's birthday party, nod or give one or two word answers if the abuser talks to you. Whatever the need for being in their presence--minimize their access to you. GTFO of their line of vision.

Build your community. Despite the awful behavior that an abuser can display toward you that can wound you psychologically and make you feel worthless, and despite the flying monkeys they can muster, there ARE people out there who love you, respect you, and want you to thrive and be happy and well. Find that tribe and maintain their support. Even if it's just to text your sister to let her know, "hey, I'm having a bad day... can you chat or send me a stupid joke so I can laugh?" can do wonders. Just getting a positive few words will lighten your burden, I promise.

Seek out a therapist if you can. This is serious stuff. Verbal and emotional abuse can cause you great anxiety and affect your physical health. Therapy is a safe and effective way to get out how you feel and see the situation and will help you find practical ways on dealing with your emotions and with the effects of being abused.

Seek out medical care if you need. Any kind of abuse takes a toll mentally. That will take a toll on you physically. In my case, it was really awful anxiety. Anytime I saw his name or thought it possible he would be in my presence, my heart would pound rapidly and i got tense and fearful. I could not concentrate and I was terrified of making even the simplest mistake in his presence. My cortisol levels rose so high that my blood pressure elevated considerably--from about 115/75 to over 130/90. It took weeks to bring it down to 120/80. My physician knows about the situation I was in and she is monitoring not only my blood pressure but my mental welfare and did prescribe a low-dose anti-anxiety drug. I am trying that and I will work with my physician.

You may need to get creative with your self-care. But ensure that it covers your mental, emotional, psychological, and physical needs. You are not the monster the abuser wants you to be. You have people who do care about you and your well-being. You are a human being who has the right to live peacefully and be respected, loved, and treasured.

[romulanfucker]

alex do not feel obliged to respond but if you were given the chance to write a tuvok episode. what would the plot synopsis be

ok sorry i fell asleep while typing out an answer to this yesterday but heehee here's 4 potential tuvok episodes i think about:

1) ok so there's two episodes of voyager i think about constantly and that's the one w the bliss planet that has that spatial folding device that could potentially send voyager halfway to the alpha quadrant in seconds but they wont share it legally and janeway cant violate the prime directive so tuvok opts to steal it for her; and then when janeway and chakotay get sick and get abandoned to have their housewife moments with the monkey and tuvok is ordered to leave them there and wrestles with it all episode before choosing to fuck that order and contact the vidiians for a cure for janeway and chakotays housewife illness.

i propose a third episode to complete the trilogy, one in which voyager finds a fuckin. idk. plasma cloud thats ... sunk partially into subspace. it doesn't matter. point is they find some fucked up space goop thats kind of unstable and if they blow it up just right it could propel voyager like 10k light years further home. they decide to send someone out in a shuttle to ignite the plasma cloud and then they'll try to pull them back out of the shuttle before the ship gets launched on the shockwave. but its real dangerous, the shuttle could be incinerated, or the pilot could be abandoned here if voyager can't beam them back before they get slingshotted.

its almost a tos immunity syndrome moment where janeway is forced to choose which of her officers and besties she's willing to very likely never see again. due to there being something with the plasma cloud is really hot, tuvok gets chosen bc of his vulcan heat resistance and he'd be able to stay conscious at more extreme temperatures which increases his chances of being able to successfully ignite the cloud and initiate a transport back.

but then! the plasma cloud starts to destabilize real bad on its own and voyager gets smacked really hard and janeway is thrown out of her seatbeltless chair and gets knocked unconscious and has to go to sickbay so now chakotays in charge. with the plasma cloud this much more unstable, the chances of tuvok surviving are basically impossible and chakotay's trying to talk him out of it, but tuvok insists on following through. chakotay ends up ordering him to quit the mission and tuvok ends up stealing a shuttle to do what he thinks janeway would want from him.

chakotay comms him in the shuttle like "tuvok what the fuck are you doing get back here" and he's like "i am following the captains orders. i am getting you home." bonus points if we get a needs of the many throwback here for extra pain. and chakotays like "and what's kathryn gonna think when she wakes up in sickbay and youre not here anymore" and tuvok is like "i would rather have her think fondly on my memory as a reliable friend, than look at me alive and know that my own emotional weakness failed her yet again" and chakotay tries to tractor the shuttle back but tuvok thwarts it or whatever

BUT THEN! janeway wakes up in sickbay! a little disoriented, she comms tuvok. she asks where he is, and can he come to sickbay she wants to talk to him. tuvok. tuvok?

and that's enough to cause him to stop what he's doing for a moment, and the plasma cloud is getting all hot and he's like 4 seconds away from melting but janeways on the comm asking for him and he can't make himself leave her like that and its enough time for chakotay to beam him back and he's got mad heat damage or whatever but he's Alive and they have to fly away real quick before the plasma cloud melts voyager too

and the episode closes on tuvok waking up in sickbay in a biobed next to janeway in her own biobed and she's been briefed on everything that happened and he like can't even look her in the eye because for the third time his own weakness over their friendship caused him to disobey her orders and he can't be trusted as an officer of this ship anymore and janeway's like. i trust you as an officer because i respect you as a friend. not the other way around. your performance on this ship will never be more important to me than the relationship we have built over decades. i know i have a hard time putting down the captains mantle sometimes but i would rather have you defy me than lose you forever.

and tuvok doesn't say anything bc he's still an emotionally constipated vulcan but he turns in the biobed to look at her and he's visibly torn up about this whole thing and janeway just reaches over and silently touches his shoulder and he just reaches up and touches the back of her hand touching him and the episode closes with a slow zoom out on them sharing this moment of friendship and knowing theyre going to be wrestling with this dynamic forever but that they truly are besties now and forever and they care about each other so much

2) a la tng "disaster" voyager is literally partitioned into sections that cannot contact each other by any means due to [spatial anomaly, alien intrusion force that puts the ship on lockdown, pathogen that accidentally become airborne forcing a hard quarantine until emh can get it out of the ventilation, etc]. At the time this occurs, tuvok and naomi wildman are in some weird, hardly ever used section of the ship as tuvok had been teaching her how to do a comprehensive intruder sweep as part of her captains assistant training (she'd been bugging janeway on the bridge and she pleaded for tuvok to get her. anywhere else. for several hours).

one of several pairs/groups the episode follows, tuvok and naomi are trapped in a truly forgotten and lonely corner of the ship and he is forced to enter dadvok mode to keep her calm and occupied until help can arrive. bonus points if naomi gets upset and begs for neelix and tuvok makes an offhand comment about getting annoyed by neelix and naomi thinks that's mean so tuvok is forced to come up with at least 3 genuine compliments about neelix and he does and its very touching.

3) Early seasons crime mystery episode where the telepaths on board (a few vulcans + a few betazed + kes) have been getting weird (not necessarily dangerous) impulsive thoughts. tuvok begins an investigation to try and figure out what's causing it. over the course of the episode, the harder tuvok works to logic out the causation the further away he seems to get. it's only after tuvok gets so frustrated he starts acting illogically that he makes any ground on the case and it turns out they were actually his own suppressed impulses getting amplified into other people's minds by xyz space anomaly. the episode closes on a rumination on tuvok's personal struggle with vulcan philosophy and on how its impossible to perfectly suppress everything and so you gotta know when to crack the floodgates a little bit and allow some choice emotion through; and how it can help you retain a sense of individuality and personhood amongst all these societal rules and all that

4) episode where tuvok and chakotay and maybe some other guys idk have been capture by aliens who are probing their memories and we actually get canon backstory on how tuvok infiltrated the maquis and what his role and relationships were like there and theres just a little bit of homoerotic tension between him and chakotay that is literally never mentioned again but we see them becoming like Really close in the maquis via memory and then watching that trust crumble in real time as they wake up with all the baggage fresh in their mind and know that tuvok was a traitor and then build it back up again as they have to escape together and they manage it and are reminded of the New trust forged as part of voyagers crew together

5) Bonus: tuvok b-plot in which he's trying perfect a meditation program on the holodeck but it keeps dropping him into other people's holoprograms which he has to play to completion (which means he has to get into their mindsets and mannerisms) so the holodeck will reset and he can keep working on his thing. literally like a speedrun of all the voyager holodeck eps that tuvok refused to take part in and now he's forced to .... Or Else

[skellebonez]

Because I'm sure this is going to be inevitable, how about some angst for the Chaos Trio (Mei, Jin and Yin)? With 61 and 52

Oh I have been looking forward to Chaos Trio angst since you sent me this, anon. Despite how they act in show... I think Jin and Yin are not exactly harmless. Especially if you mess with people they start to consider family.

The Cursed AU and the Chaos Trio in it come from @winterpower98!

Warning: blood and head injuries, enemy demons limbs (not detailed).

That is not a good hiding spot./I am a really bad actor.

Things had been going pretty well, all things considered. Jin and Yin had no problem getting Mei to join them in a little bit of... let's say "competitive insurance" as it were. They had to make sure they were secured in their own little tech related ventures, and after some financial setbacks they needed extra fallback. They’d planned the whole thing out with her help, more than 2 steps and everything! She was good at that.

The problem was that someone got a lucky hit.

They would have made it out with no problems, if they all hadn't decided going on Mei's motorcycle as a group (which, now that Yin thought about it, was probably incredibly dangerous and illegal with 3 of them on it... not that they cared about legality for themselves but somehow when it came to Mei that suddenly made them concerned). But nope. 1 bike. 3 people.

One lucky shot to the rear tire.

The three of them went flying, Mei landing very impressively on her feet whole Jin and Yin bounced on a bush and thanked anyone listening that demons were sturdier than humans. They didn't thank anyone for the pieces of bike that came flying at them all, and they were certain that they heard a piece make contact with something hard, maybe the nearby light pole, but couldn't be sure.

By the time they looked up they just knew they had a group of very angry demons that were pissed they stole and then wiped their code for... something, didn't matter to the twins what it was. They just wanted their competition out of the way. For solely selfish reasons. Nothing else. Not like they wanted it to see what it was and maybe figure out a counter attack so that certain overpowered people with monkey motifs would have an easier time in the future.

Not a chance.

As they fought off the attacking demons they insisted to themselves they didn't care that much.

"That is not a good hiding spot!" Jin yelled across the battlefield as Yin ducked behind crates. "Just chuck it for now and beat em with the blunt end of something else!"

"Just give me 2 seconds, I can fix it!" Yin yelled back, trying his best to reassemble a part of his sword hilt that had broken off.

"Come on, these guys ain't so tough!" Mei laughed out, easily dodging projectiles and backsliding and slicing and dicing as she went. No one was actually killed, but they were lucky because the only reason for that was the young woman wasn't exactly out for blood. They'd be feeling every single hit well into morning though! She was doing much better than the two of them. "Grab a pipe or something! Wish I had MK's magic building power though, I'd rather not be here all-YIN!"

The younger twin looked up from where he had been crouched, eyes widening as he saw the form of a much larger demon hulking over him and ready to batter him with a club.

Things had been going well. All things considered. Then someone got a second lucky hit.

Right as Mei dove in to push the younger silver twin out of the way.

For a second the fighting stopped. There was just the sound of wood hitting hard plastic and fiberglass as the club was sliced in half by her sword and the lopped off half continued it's trajectory and slammed into Mei's head to lead to her crumbling on top of Yin. Jin stood on too of a pile of crates, watching as a line of red seeped through a crack in her visor and stained the white of her suit.

And then his entire vision was red as he lunged at the demon and sliced, sending his arm flying in the opposite direction.

The demon screamed, holding the stump that was his arm from the elbow down, backing away as quickly as he could. "W-what the hell!?"

"Mei," Yin said softly, carefully clicking the emergency release button to make her helmet digitize away. Her eyes were closed, blood dripping from a slice running along her scalp... but as far as he could tell it was from part of the helmet being cracked and cutting her. She was most likely knocked out from the impact, breathing odd but steady in her unconscious state. "You... we're going to get you to the hospital."

His tone hardened as he carefully laid her on the ground, standing tall as he grabbed his broken weapon and a nearby piece of broken steel.

"You. Are going. To pay for that," Yin said coldly, stance no longer lose and half playful as it had been the whole battle. His stood tall, eyes wide and cold and the demons surrounding them felt a chill run down their spines.

Jin stood in front of him, blood from the other demon splattered across his face and chest in a stark contrast to his orange visage.

This... this wasn't the pair of Gold and Silver Demons they had heard about before. They were known for not taking almost anything seriously, making bad deals and pacts and weird blood oaths they wasted on bizarre favors. They were known for being good at tach but not much else, most demons in the area knew vaguely of their history with the Monkey King but even that ended in failure. Their plans were half baked, goofy, and lately they'd heard they'd gotten roped in with the Monkey King's successor and renewed flame of the Six-Eared Macaque.

The two standing before them did not look like the demons they'd heard about.

Mei hadn't wanted to seriously hurt anyone. The demons heard her yelling as much on the battlefield. But now Mei was hurt.

And the twins did.

It happened fast. They wanted to get it over with quickly. Mei had also not wanted to kill anyone at the very least the twins could do was keep up their promise from earlier in the day to avoid that. And they did.

That didn't mean there weren't lost limbs. Hands and arms. A leg or two. More than a couple eyes were lost. Someone lost an ear. Another a tail and horn.

Injuries they could recover from meant as warnings.

All it took was 3 minutes and the entire storage area they crashed in was a mix of grey and brown and red. Demons holding their injuries or running off.

The one who had attacked Yin and hurt Mei stood in awe and fear, looking down at the smaller twins who has decimated an entire group so fast.

"I-how!?" He yelled, backing up slowly. "This isn't possible, you're not this strong!"

"Who told you that?" Yin asked slowly, tilting his head and watching as the demon realized... he'd never heard they couldn't fight. "We don't fight like this because we don't want to. Never meant we can't."

"Why?"

"We are really bad actors," Jin said, wiping the blood off his weapon on an unconscious demon's shirt. "Why bother trying to hold back when we can just hide it by not trying?" He turned to the demon, glowering coldly as he watched his brother pick Mei up carefully. "Tell anyone who asks nothing. We'd like to keep it that way. Unless you want a round two where someone else doesn't hold us back."

And then they were gone.

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"What in the actual hell happened?" Macaque asked in an even tone. Practiced even. A dangerous even.

"Well-" "You see boss-" "we kinda-" "-there was-"

Jin and Yin tried to think of a reasonable excuse, faltering as everything they thought of sounded worse and worse in their heads.

The two sat in Mei's hospital room, towels draped around their shoulders. They’d been smart enough to stash Mei's bike somewhere safe and wash off in the ocean before coming to the hospital, less covered in demon blood meant less scared humans when they rushed in with Mei in tow, and it was easy to make the nurses believe them.

Simple bike accident, friend hurt, help please.

With Macaque staring them down with his patented death glower, shadows growing and warping around the room in response to him, it was infinitely harder.

Of course Mei's emergency contact was MK. Of course MK could call Macaque before her parents (who were apparently on their way back from some kind of dragon family business trip when they learned). Of course Macaque would show up almost immediately and begin asking questions.

"It was my fault," Mei chimed in, voice slightly off from having awoken with a nasty concussion. "I thought it'd be fun to go on a joy ride late at night, I've done it before without issues! But, uh... I've never had two passengers before... and we hit something. Don't be mad at them?"

Macaque looked like he believed Mei as much as he believed Tang would lose interest in the Monkey King and switch his field of study to obscure methods of basket weaving. Which is to say: he didn’t. But he sighed, giving Mei a small smile as the shadows returned to normal.

"Ok," he said softly, tone much more gentle with the dragon descendant as he reached out to brush loose hair out of her face. "I won't be mad at them. I'll be very disappointed-" his tone hardened for a second at those words as he turned to the twins with a glower again. "-but I won't be mad. Do you need anything?"

"Maybe a candy bar from the vending machines outside?" Mei asked with a smile.

"Sure," Macaque laughed and shook his head, moving to the corner of the room. "I'll be right back."

He sunk into the shadows, a cool trick that the twins would always be impressed by, and they breathed a sigh of relief at knowing they were alone. For now.

"You didn't have to do that," Jin said, frowning at Mei in concern. Maybe it was just because he was now the eldest in the room, but some kind of protective feel pulled at him.

"I know," Mei said with a tired laugh, laying back into her pillow. "But you guys are like... my bros. I gotta stand up for my bros."

And that made both Jin and Yin pause. They looked at each other, eyes widening as they both came to a realization that was probably a very long time coming at that point.

"Yeah..." Yin said, a soft smile forming on his face. "We'd do the same for you... you know, if you didn't take that hit for me you probably would have kicked everyone's ass way better than us! We barely got out by the skin of our teeth!" A full truth and a blatant lie, but he hoped Mei wouldn't pick up on that second part.

"You know it, boi!" She didn't.

It was odd for him in particular. Yin had never really thought of himself as an older brother before.

First time for everything.

[awkwards]

Kinktober Day 5. Aphrodisiac : Pleasurable Test | Overhaul

Day 5: Aphrodisiac

Title: Pleasurable Test

Pairing: Overhaul x F!Reader

Count: 2.2k

Summary: You needed to make ends meet, and so you go to subject yourself to a testing center that will pay. Turns out, you’ve signed yourself up for way more than you expected. You should really read the fine print.

Warnings: Noncon, syringe, aphrodisiac, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, yandere, sadist overhaul

Note: It’s finals week and definitely starting to hit me. Also, thanks for all of the support! If you’d like to be tagged for my kinktober fics, dm me! My inbox is open~

You snarled behind your gag at the man in the lab coat, who was currently coming at you with another needle. When he stepped close, you managed to kick the shot away.

“You can’t even handle one little girl. Pathetic.” A voice you haven’t heard before chides. A man wearing a plague mask and rather large coat with purple feathers stepped in. You could barely see him from where you’re restrained on the operating table. He snaps gloves onto his his, his eyes glaring at the subordinate. “And now that needle is filthy.”

“I’m so sorry sir!” you could see the sweat from the doctor, his face pailing. “She kicked me and it went flying!”

“Begone. I do not wish to hear your excuses.”

“Yes sir.” The guy practically runs from the room.

The man levels his gaze on you, judging.

You quirk an eyebrow at him, challengingly.

You’ve been here for a week. It was supposed to be one test, in which you got paid for. You took it because money was tight and you needed to pay rent. Little did you realize they would keep you kidnapped and subject to their devices because you were the “perfect candidate”.  Your fear has practically been pushed aside by your anger. For a week they’ve been sticking you with needles, running “tests”, keeping you on the edge of functioning. All you had left was your anger and attitude.

“What a nuisance.” The man sighs. His dark eyes scan your barely clothed body.

Quicker than you can move, the man has your legs pinned down, fastened in place just like your arms and neck are. A gasp of shock careens past your lips, silenced by the gag.

“That’s better.” He moves over to the counter where the equipment lays. He turns his back towards you. “Do you know who I am?”

“Well, I assume you’re the one in charge of these monkeys. Do you know who I am?” You bite at him.

“I am Kai Chisaki. You will address me as Overhaul.” He turns slowly, an intense look in his eyes that makes your skin crawl. “I know plenty about you. You are a quirkless individual. Your blood type is AB negative. You’re allergic to penicillin. You’ve lived in this city your whole life. I know you were adopted at the age 5. You had a kidney transplant at the age 12.”

“Your parents were brutally murdered when you were in high school by a villain attack. I know that the villain attack was actually a target for your father’s brother because he made some bad deals with the yakuza.” He grabs a needle and begins to mix a mystery pink liquid into it. You’re shaking by now. How does he know so much?  “You dropped out of high school quickly after, and less than two years later sold most of your adoptive parent’s belongings, and then the house.”

Overhaul takes deliberate and slow steps towards you, tapping the air bubbles out of the needle. “You moved into a seedy little apartment in the middle of town. You work at a small bar across from the noodle shop in the bad part of town because it was the only place that would hire you. This month you couldn’t make ends meet so you showed up here.”

A gloved hand drops onto your arm, thumb soothing over the prominent vein of yours. “And most importantly, I know your name isn’t actually Nakaya Kosuke. You, Miss (y/n), have quite the extensive history.”

You jerk hard at hearing your birth name. No one should know! Only your adoptive parents, who as he stated were dead, and the lawyer that erased your identity knew.

You try to speak through the gag, your words hushed.

An amused dark chuckle falls from him. “Oh, my apologies, did you want to speak?”

You nod your head.

His eyebrows raise, as if debating it. Finally, he unties the back of your gag. You spit it out, breathing in deeply. “Careful now, say something I don’t like and I’ll put it back on. Or I’ll remove your tongue.”

“Why am I here?”

He hums. “You are special. Did you know that your blood type is extremely rare?”

You clench your teeth, glaring at this cocky son-of-a-bitch. “I did.”

“Well, fortunately for us, your blood type was exactly what we’ve been looking for in our experiment. It’s extremely hard to come by a willing participant, too.”

“I’m not willing. I signed up for a test. One.”

His chuckle is light, and his eyes are wide with sadistic mirth. “No. You actually signed up until there was one successful test. So far, none of them have been such. It would appear someone didn’t read the fine print.”

Oh. Oh god. Did you really?

“No worries. You will be fully compensated. Well-” His eyes narrow. “If you live.”

Overhaul begins to prep the vein in your arm. “See, quirks are filthy. Those heroes parading around their quirks are but vermin on this earth. Pathetic. But you - no, you’re corrupted like those who roam the streets. Your blood is pure. Your genes are clean. You and I are far more similar than you might think, y/n.“

“What are you going to do to me?” Fear is fully controlling your mouth now. You shiver as he sanitizes the area he plans on injecting you.

“I have reason to believe that your blood will be the perfect capsule to carry my new invention. It’s a device that will remove the quirks of those who come in contact with it.” The look in his eyes turned wild, excited. You shiver. “My parents were ripped away from me, too. Those heroes did nothing to save them. Yet, they parade around the world as if we, the common folk, owe them. Not for long. Now, don’t make too much of a noise; I’d rather not have to remove your tongue.”

The prepped needle’s cap comes off, and the metal slides into your skin. You whimper, looking away as Overhaul begins to press its contents into your bloodstream. As quick as it began, it ended. He wipes away the lone blood drop before pressing a bandaid against you.

“Normally I would never dream of coming so close to an individual. But you are different from the filth filling this world.” Gloved hands grab your chin, turning you to look into his eyes. “You’re pure. Perfect. And I plan on taking full advantage of that, my sweet Y/N.”

Tears burn your eyes, your lip trembling. You finally let your body relax. This time you were truly fucked. He pulls his hand away, throwing away the needle tip of the syringe. You watch him walk away, back to the counter where he removes his gloves and washes his hands and arms.

A warmth began to fill your system. You shoot a concerned look at Overhaul. It was like your body was warming up from the inside out, your blood beginning to boil. A feverish sweat was spreading over every inch of you. “Something’s wrong.” You croak out.

Overhaul turns back to glance at you, sweaty and blushed. A mild look of intrigue covers his face. “Oh?”

“It’s burning me.” You whine.

Your body is completely uncomfortable now. The warmth feels … different. Wrong even.

“Explain to me what is happening.” He dries his hands leisurely, watching you from across the room before putting on a new, clean pair of rubber gloves.

“I’m hot. It feels like my blood is boiling. I -” you whimper as the slightest movement of your head increases the feeling tenfold. “Please make it stop.”

Overhaul takes his time as he walks back over to you. He runs a finger over your pulsepoint. The single touch sends a wave of pleasure crashing through you, a moan following. “How interesting.”

You’re mortified and confused. You wish you could rub your thighs together at the uncomfortable feeling between them.

“I see now. The molecular constructs of those two vials creates an aphrodisiac.”

You pinch your eyes shut as his single digit drags down your arm, over the hospital gown you have. The thin fabric is too much. It feels as if it’s weighing you down and making it that much harder to breathe.

“I suppose I should relieve you. It’ll be the only way to collect your blood at the right molecular compounds,” He muses to himself, talking out loud as if you’re not there.

Overhaul pulls off the glove on his left hand. “If I hadn’t reassembled you already, I would let you suffer until the side effects wear off. But, because of me, you really are clean. You should thank me.”

Not knowing what to say, you watch the man through your watery tears. He presses his bare hand on your stomach. If you weren’t being restrained, you would have arched into his hand, moaning loud as pleasure floods your core.

When he removes his hand, your whole body shivers as air nips your bare skin. How? “Wh-what?”

He chuckles. “My quirk.”

You watch as Overhaul steps around your pinned body, coming close to your wet sex.

“What a mess you’ve made. Disgusting.” Despite his words, he runs his gloved hand up your right leg, stopping at the stop below your belly button. You can feel your walls flutter.

A choked out “Please,” tumbles from your lips. You’re so turned on it hurts. Your brain can’t think straight anymore.

You moan loudly as a single finger strokes your dripping lips. You roll your hips as best as you can to get more friction. He lets out a proper laugh at your discomfort, sliding his single digit past your folds.

“So needy. What would you do without me? If I wasn’t here to relieve you?”

Your walls flutter around his digit as he runs his finger against your inside. The burning in your blood only seems to increase at the slight relief. “Please, Overhaul please!”

At your pitiful begging, he slides another finger in, stretching your walls. He works the two digits in a slow and methodical pace, scissoring you. You whine and cry, grinding your hips into his fingers. When he curls the two fingers and strokes the spongy spot inside you, a coil snaps, and you cum hard around him.

He doesn’t stop, continuing to pump his fingers inside you. You moan as you come down from your high.

The heat inside dims for the barest of moments before firing back up with a vengeance.

“Did that make you feel better?” He mocks, putting more force behind his motions.

You gasp as the coil of pleasure begins again. “It hurts! I need more, please!”

“Patience, little one. You’ll get your release. Soon, you’ll be begging me to stop.”

As if to prove his point, he uses his thumb to stroke your clit hard. Your walls flutter and drip around his gloved fingers as you feel yourself close to the crest again. “Oh - Oh, oh please!” You wail.

“Cum again, pet.”

You do. Your walls spasm as you tip over, shaking in your restraints as a sigh leaves you.

He doesn’t stop. The fire inside is rapidly dwindling, and you flinch at the touch.

“Oh, are you sensitive already?” He muses. “It won’t last long.”

True to your words, the fire picks up again. You sob as his touch hurts. It hurts yet is relieving you too. Tears stream down your face as you’re overstimulated, but the heat is still there.

“It's almost over. Hold on just a bit longer.”

Overhaul fingers you faster, making the coil of pleasure twist quicker and harder than the last two orgasms. You sob as you near the edge again.

“Last one. Give me one more. Cum over my fingers.”

“I can’t!” You cry out, rocking your hips into his fingers despite what you say.

“You can. And you will.” You can hear the squelching as his fingers target your g-spot, his thumb rolling your clit hard. “Cum again y/n.”

A scream rips from your throat as you’re forced over the edge of another orgasm. Your entire body tenses, and white fills your eyes. Overhaul drags his fingers out of you slowly, making you wince from the overstimulation. He tears the glove covered in cum off of his hand before sliding a new set on.

Panting hard, you come down again, body relaxing. Your blood no longer feels like you’re being boiled alive.

You flinch as a syringe is forced into your arm, and watch in sick curiosity as he draws blood from you. Even the touch of the needle makes you quiver, your entire body too sensitive for touch.

“Shh, it’ll be okay. You did so well.”

You moan, shaking as he places a bandage over your skin again. Your head swims as black dots at the edge of your vision.

You look up at him, and can tell even from behind his mask that he’s smiling. “I’ll be back tomorrow. Rest well, pet.”

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Why’d you only call me when you’re high?

Suna x Reader

Warnings: (indirect) mention of drugs/smoking and stuff, cursing, alcohol usage, making out and stuff (not that nsfw), angstish.

Summary: based on the song “why’d you only call me when you’re high” by arctic monkeys with me own twists hhhhh

A/N: this is a repost cuz I liked the idea but I wasn’t happy with how I wrote it so I just rewrote it.

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You weren’t searching for love. You didn’t care about that. You cared about living your life to the fullest, breaking hearts on the way. Life was about fun, not falling in love and devoting your life to a person. That sounded like bullshit to you. You only felt like playing around, not caring about the consequences. That’s what made life so fun.

But there was a certain someone that made you against everything you believed. The person you just couldn’t stop thinking about and couldn’t let go no matter how hard you tried. You hated it so much. But you never admitted it to him, he didn’t have to know. You just went to his place, did your business and left. And the same was the other way around. It didn’t have to be more. But when you arrive back to your place he is all you can think of.

Stupid Suna Rintarou.

You were standing on the balcony of a complete stranger who was throwing an overcrowded party. Thinking of him was tiring. You gulped the last remaining drops of the burning liquid down your throat, lighting up a roll and bringing it to your lips. The smoke that left your lips felt relieving, but not satisfying enough.

You threw the roll in your cup and left it on the table for the house owner to clean and walked back inside. You made your way back inside and walked to the bathroom, squeezing through the crowd of people, ignoring all the horny people getting it on on the dance floor.

You were lucky the bathroom was empty. You locked the door behind you and looked in the mirror. Your red, baggy eyes told you that maybe it was time to return back to your place. You touched your eye bags, remembering how Suna would kiss them when you told him how much you hated them. It gave you no sparks back then, but now he was all that was roaming inside of your head.

You took out your phone and it said 3.00 a.m. Maybe that was your sign to actually leave. Your mind was fuzzy. You wet your face and gave yourself one last glance in the mirror. You tried to convince yourself again:

He is nothing special. He will only add pain to your life. Relationships aren’t for you. Love is just not meant for you. Why would you want to devote your life to someone when all you care about is yourself.

Him in your head felt like a fly zooming around your ear. Irritating. But besides that irritating feeling you hated it, you hated that he wasn’t by your side right now. The dilemma of not wanting to give up your freedom and giving your life someone.

Suna was actually the same as you. A person that only cared about freedom, fun and living life the way he wanted to, but he had accepted his feelings way before you. When he had told you about the way he felt for you, you shut him down. He didn’t care, he wanted to be used is what he said. And without any guilt you used him. That was your purpose to each other. But when you noticed how he tried his best to get to you, he tried his best to make you feel the same way he did. He did things that made him look like a different person, but kinda in a good way. But you didn’t need his kindness is what you told yourself. But in reality his kindness was all you needed.

After months of rejecting him he didn’t come over anymore and for the past month it was only him in your mind. You had slammed your head against every corner of your apartment to get him out of your head, but the only thing that did was remind you of the times he’d push you against those corners and kiss you like no one had ever done.

You walked to your apartment and your heart sunk when you thought you saw him leave the apartment building. stopped yourself and closed your eyes and when you opened them again you saw it was just someone that lived in your apartment building. And once again you caught yourself dreaming of bumping into him, because a part of you wanted that to be him.

You walked inside the building, to the second floor where you lived. A cheap, small apartment. You hated it that every part of your home felt like him, smelt like him and made you imagine all the times you were together with him.

The way he would caress your neck, kiss around your ears and slightly pull your hair. The way he would whisper all these silly things just so you would laugh. The way he always took care of you when you clearly told him not to. Because in the end he liked you, and you did nothing but used it to your advantage. 

You couldn’t hold yourself anymore, throwing your bag to the ground next to your couch. You took out your phone and dialed his number, you needed him, you needed him right now. All the liquids and smoking getting to your head. You never felt so desperate. You called him, but no answer. You called again, and again, and again, leaving text messages behind in between the calls, but never getting a response. Your heart was pounding in your chest and breathing felt like the most painful thing right now. 

You fell to the ground, clutching your heart. It hurt, it really did.

Your phone vibrated and you had never picked your phone up this fast, only to be hurt at what you read. Your heart sunk once again and a hiccup left your lips while you tried to hold yourself from crying.

“Why do you only call me when you’re high?”

But he was right. You only called him when you were high, because that’s the only time you could suppress your feelings becaus you were occupied with feeling every other thing that was happening at that moment. Until now.

You needed him, badly. You called again, but yet again no answer. You threw your phone, not caring if it broke. Why was it so hard to get him to listen to you? But actually you knew the answer.

You took adventage of his love.

You weren’t thinking straight. Making the right decisions wasn’t really on the list right now. Only the bad ideas swarming in your head. You reached for your phone and texted him again, but the reply was the same.

“Why do you only call me when you’re high?”

You realised he wasn’t here and suddenly you didn’t even know where you were. It felt like you were running out of time if he didn’t answer you. As if he would fall from your grip and you would never see him again. As if he would dissapear if you didn’t try to reach out to him. You realised you didn’t want that. You didn’t find everything you were hoping to find while being with him and it stressed you.

Your phone vibrated again and after reading the text you broke down.

“I gotta be up early in the morning so I’m gonna have an early night. You bore me because you only call me when you’re high.”

Tears fell from your eyes, your heart hammering in your chest and you were unable to let out a sound. Only muffled sounds and a weird hitching noise whenever you tried to take a breath.

“You fucking bastard, I needed you.”

Suddenly you felt two arms around your shoulders and the familiar scent calmed you down. Both of you didn’t move or talk. 

You didn’t care about how he entered or why he lied on the text messages. You could only think about him being here right now. The desperate feeling growing stronger even though he was already here. His touch only not being enough, you needed more.

He helped you up and when he loosened his grip on you, you turned around and without thinking you slapped him across the face, but crashed your lips against his right after. “I fucking hate you, Rin”, you said against his lips.

In response he pushed you against the wall and came close to your ear, sending shivers down your whole body. “What are you gonna do about it?”, he whispered while slowly kissing down from your ear, making you exhale loudly.

You smelled the alcohol and cigarettes on him. You knew the both of you would regret this in the morning, but at this moment you both needed each other.

Man, fuck the freedom mentality, you were ready to give him anything and the same went for him. Because without wanting it, he was mad crazy about you. He could do anything for you and wanted you to be only his. And you accepted that. You didn’t care about not wanting to devote your life to him anymore.

So what were you gonna do about it?

“I want you to take every piece of freedom off of me.”

And he understood that.

[yuulina-vre]

Cuddles

Fauna’s save heaven

Summary: Y/N has trouble sleeping and shifting only helps for that long. Bucky and Steve are the best help.

Pairing: Steve x Bucky x Reader

Wordcount: 4555 words

Warnings: mentions of kidnapping and violence, Nightmares

Masterlist

“Y/N? Are you even listening?”

“Huh?” Y/N’s head snaps up from the spot she had been staring at. The others around the table stare at her. Tony especially looks annoyed since she hasn’t listened to the mission briefing at all. This time he actually tried to turn his rambling down. The others just look amused, maybe with a little bit of concern. Bucky’s the only one who really looks worried. He grabs her hand under the table, squeezing it lightly. “No, I’m sorry, I’m listening now.” She ducks her head in shame, clearly embarrassed but Tony seems satisfied enough and continues talking. She tries to listen and pay attention. She really does but her head hurts and her eyes are heavy with sleepiness. “Did you manage to sleep at all?” Bucky’s voice whispers in her ear as he leans in a bit. “No.” She whispers back. Her voice is so silent that she worries if he even had heard her. “Y/N…” Bucky sighs knowingly but defeated and squeezes her hand again. She only looks briefly at him before her gaze falls back to her lap where Bucky’s hand clutches hers. “Alright. I have enough. Do you two want to share something with the class?” They both look up. Tony’s arms are crossed, glare directed at them, though, he’s the only one who seems annoyed. The rest are just watching, waiting for reactions. “No.” Y/N whispers but Bucky’s answer different. “She hasn’t been sleeping for days. She needs a break.”

“Bucky!” Now she’s the one glaring at him, trying to get her hand out of his but Bucky tightens his grip. “Why?” Sam pipes up, the concern now on his face, too. Bucky’s eyes meet her eyes, silently asking if she wants to tell them what’s up but she shakes her head nearly not noticeable. “She has nightmares. The bad ones.” That’s enough. They all know what that means. Dreams of kidnappings, torture. Experiments. For four years of her life, when she was only seven years old, she got kidnapped from her home. The people that took her got her across the whole country to a facility where other people with similar abilities to hers were kept. Four years of her life, the years in which children learn a lot, where children should have the happiest time because that’s the period of time that forms who they are going to be later on, were spent in constant fear and pain. She never told them what these people had done to her, not in any detail at least. Only Bucky and Steve have a vague idea and only because she once said that Bucky had suffered just as bad as she did and Steve’s the only one who make living with it a little better. This one little sentence had shattered their world for a week. They weren’t able to understand how someone could do things, these kinds of things, to a child.

“Then… Go to bed.”

“What?”

“Out of the room and to bed.” A cold shudder runs down her back. For a split second a picture flames up in front of her. Someone’s scolding her, sending her to the bed, a bed with nails. The picture is gone as fast as it came but Y/N lifts herself from the chair, slowly. She tenses and she knows that Bucky sees it, that he wants to get up with her. But she doesn’t want him to get punished too, so she squeezes his hand and leaves the room. Funny thinking, they would punish her. Tony never punishes her, where did that come from? “Y/N! Wait a second.” She stops, back tensing again, worried she did something wrong but the warm hand on her lower back feels like a lifeline, like comfort. She turns her head to see Sam smiling at her. “You know Tony didn’t mean it like a punishment, right? It just came out wrong, he’s worried.”

“I know.” She mumbles silently but Sam catches it and nods. “The nightmares. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I-I…” She swallows thickly. Can she tell him that she was afraid of what he would say? That he would laugh? “Hey.” His hand lightly lifts from her back to be placed on her arm. “You remember what we talked about? You don’t need to tell me what’s up. You don’t need to do anything, but I’m here when you want to talk and I listen, not judge. Just like the rest of us.”

“I know.”

“Good.” The man nods and grins again. He quickly looks back to the conference room and then to her. “What do you think about the thing we did last time? You think it would help now?” Y/N’s eyes stay on Sam’s face. “I-I don’t know.”

“Well, why don’t you go to your room and shift? I’ll come in a minute and pick you up. We can at least try.”

“Okay.” She nods and Sam squeezes her arm in comfort. Silently she walks down the hall to the elevator. FRIDAY does her job without Y/N doing anything. The AI gets her down to her floor without a hitch. Back in her room, Y/N falls down on her bed with a heavy sigh. How come she’s so miserable these last few days? What triggered it? There were no missions she had attended, no briefings, no reports. She hasn’t talked to her parents or about anything from these four years. So why are the dreams torturing her right now? Where is it coming from so suddenly?

She closes her eyes, only to open them again. The pictures start flashing as soon as they’re closed. With another heavy sigh, she sits up. Her back is tense, just like her shoulders. Her headache gets worse with her anxiety spiraling. “Are you ready?” The knock startles her a little. “A-a moment, please.” She stutters, gets up, and quickly sheds out of her dress and underwear. Then she concentrates. Sam usually asks her to change into a smaller animal, something that fits into the pockets of his hoodie or can easily be carried around. This way he can keep her calm and steady but still do his work. Sometimes Y/N settles for mice or a flying squirrel but today she doesn’t feel it. Instead, she concentrates on something else. She doesn’t want to sleep in a dark pocket. It will encourage other memories she rather forgets. So, she slowly shifts until she sits finished on the ground. Running over to the door she makes a small screeching sound. The door opens quickly, revealing Sam. “Well, this is new. Monkey?” He smiles and crouches down, holding his hand out for her to climb up on his arm until she can rest on his shoulder. Her tail wraps around his bicep to hold on tight while one of her hands grabs Sam's ear. “Okay, here we go.” Sam walks slowly, making sure she’s not falling off until he reaches the conference room again. Everybody turns to look at him. “Is that…” Tony looks confused but Wanda coos instantly. “Oh my god. She’s so cute.”

“It’s a squirrel monkey, right?” Bruce looks closer at her and she nods. “We have watched some documentaries in the hope for her to fall asleep. I think one of them was about Primates or something.” Sam hums, probably connecting the dots while he walks back to his seat to sit down. “Come on, down.” He holds his hands to his lap, motioning for her to climb on his lap but Y/N doesn’t want to sleep down there. Instead, she climbs down from his shoulder but only halfway. She stops at his chest, holding tight to his shirt like the babies do, and looks at him to see if it's alright. He seems surprised but not bothered. He places his hand on her back and runs his fingers slowly over it. “It’s alright. Just try it, yeah?” She eyes Sam for a second longer but his focus is more on Tony now, so she uses the time she has to look around. Steve, Clint, Nat, and Wanda are also concentrated on Tony, though she sees Steve glance at her now and then. A soft smile grazes his face each time their eyes meet and Y/N knows that he itches to have her lying on his chest. He’s a sucker for a good cuddle. Only Bruce and Bucky watch her closely. Bruce seems a little on edge but the good kind. Like he really, really wants to touch her. She makes a mental note to seek him out later on when she’s not on the edge of falling asleep. Bucky looks… a little startled. No, more unbelieving, like he can’t figure out why she’s on Sam’s chest and not his. Maybe he’s a little jealous. But the moment he catches her staring he smiles at her with a nod, making sure she knows it's okay. She makes a small chirping sound before a big yawn escapes her and she snuggles closer to Sam, tail wrapping more securely around his wrist. Her eyes start to droop while she listens to Tony’s rambling about finances and training schedules.

 * * *

 “Hey, are you coming back to me now? You were out for a while.” Y/N chirps lowly, still pretty sleepy and struggling to open her eyes. She notices though that she’s no longer clutching Sam’s shirt but lies nestled in the crook of his arm. “I managed to get you down when we were halfway through the meeting. It looked kinda uncomfortable and Barnes was glaring at me the whole time.”

“I wasn’t glaring.” The deep rumble of a voice behind her lets her look around. She twists a little struggling to get a better look. Bucky’s sitting on another couch, book in hand but his eyes are focused on her. She makes another chirping sound, climbing out of Sam’s arms to run up to her brunette favorite person. “Sure Barnes. You looked like you would stab him any second.” Natasha wanders in a bowl in hand. Y/N looks at her briefly then back at Bucky and notices that Steve’s sitting next to him, head on the brunette’s shoulder and eyes closed. Though, what’s more, interesting is the little stuffed and colorful bear that he has in his hands. It was the first one that he tried to stitch on his own and even if it looks uneven with one arm longer than the other and the eyes not quite on the same height. The head is hanging a little sideways too and one leg is turning in the wrong direction. But the little stuffed creature is all hers since she loves to cuddle it while changed into smaller animals. It reminds her of him when he’s gone and they both lovely named it Cappy. A mix of Cap and crappy. Bucky sees her gaze and follows them, snorting. He lifts his shoulder lightly to rouse Steve while Y/N scrambles forward, over Bucky’s lap and right into Steve’s to free the stuffed friend of his hands. “Wha-? Y/N?” Steve wakes, rubs his eyes before he notices the little animal on his lap. She chirps and clutches the teddy to her chest while rushing up to sit on Steve’s shoulder. He laughs a little and quickly rubs her teil the moment she settled. “Y/N…” Bucky whines, sending his own puppy eyes to her. “No cuddles for me?” Steve rolls his eyes and Y/N would do the same, even giggle but she can’t. Her stomach grumbles loudly. She can smell fruits. She looks around and her eyes stop on the bowl Nat has on her lap.

Y/N swears she can see some banana slices just over the top. She looks between Nat and Bucky, who’s still pouting but her hunger wins out. She jumps from Steve’s shoulder, bear still clutched to her, over to the couch where Nat has settled. There she climbs all over Nat’s lap. “Hey, you. Hungry?” Y/N nods and climbs on Nat’s shoulder and lets Nat hand her a banana slice. Y/N quickly starts devouring it, grabbing into the bowl herself for the next one. “Hey.” Nat laughs but lets her get the next few slices of bananas and strawberries. Y/N chirps around the food, now and then jumping around to switch positions when Nat angles the bowl differently. A few times she even throws a raspberry on the coffee table and Y/N has to jump around to get it, making the four people laugh. Though, she notices that Bucky’s not as happy as he tries to look. Dread and guilt settle in her little chest. He still seems a little jealous, now of Nat too, maybe even of Steve, and Y/N knows that he sometimes starts to doubt himself when others can help her but he can’t. So, she makes a split decision. She runs up to Nat for the last time and steals two more Bananas only to waddle over the cushions to where Bucky sits. One of the slices finds its way into her mouth and while she munches on that she climbs up on Bucky until she’s snug on his chest, Cappy trapped between their chests. Bucky seems surprised but the smile on his lips is genuine and actually reaches his eyes. He lifts his hand and one of his finders stokes over her nose and along the white markings on her face. “Hey, monkey.” Instead of answering in any form, she holds out her hand with the slightly squished banana as compensation. “What’s with your banana?” She holds it up higher, poking it against his mouth. “For me?” She nods, which probably looks strange for a monkey to do. Bucky chuckles and Y/N holds her hand up higher once more until Bucky actually opens his mouth for her to drop the slice. “Thank you.” He leans down and kisses her little head. While he chews on it, Y/N jumps a little with cute little squeaks in a happy dance before climbing his shoulder and holding on tight to his hair, nuzzling it a little. Even if Bucky sometimes can’t help her fall asleep, he is one of her favorite persons after all. At some point, Y/N yawns again. Steve has gone back to napping a while ago and Bucky is drawn back into the fictional world of his book. Though, he notices that her head drops forward now and then. “Hey, monkey. Come down here, yeah?” He holds out his hand, slowly taking her small one, and guides her down onto his lap. Before she settles herself, he quickly grabs one of the smaller pillows to lies it on his thighs and lets her climb it. “Go to sleep. Stevie and I are here.” She doesn’t nod but she rolls herself into a ball, curled around the bear. Her eyes are closed and for a second, she fears the pictures will return instantly but she’s relieved as that’s not the case. She concentrates on Bucky’s warm, big hand on her back while drifting off.

* * *

 The man that’s holding her hand has a fierce grip on it. Y/N doesn’t really understand what’s happening. She hasn’t got an answer after she asked for her parents, the man just had rushed down the street without a word. Soon he had pushed her into a car and after that, she must have fallen asleep. Now they walk through unknown halls with people she has never seen. The man's still silent, not saying anything. At first, she had thought he was a friend of her mum but now she isn’t as sure anymore. She’s afraid and has cried but kept silent. The other people that they go past don’t even look at her and if they do, they don’t show any sign that she would describe as pity or empathy. Suddenly the man stops walking. She looks up at him and then to the door. It’s big and looks heavy, not like the door to her room at home. “Where are we going?” She looks back at the man but he ignores her, instead he pushes the door open and leads her inside only to lift her up and set he into a chair. There are more people around now. Men and Women in white coats, a man in a suit and a woman in a dress. It looks like the one her mum wears when she meets with her dad at work. The people in the room run around her not even noticing her and the man that was with her the whole time now steps back and leaves the room. The fear she has felt spiraled a little and she curls herself together. She doesn’t know where she is, she doesn’t know anyone and she doesn’t have her little dolphin plushie to keep her company. The man and the woman that has been standing at the wall now walk up to her. They look nice enough, the woman even smiles a little at her. “How’s your name?”

“Y-Y/N.” She speaks silently, wiping some tears away from her face. “And how old are you?”

“S-seven. Where am I? Where’s my mommy?”

“What animals can you shift to?” Y/N blinks once, then twice. Not only has the woman not answered her but she knows of her ability. Y/N’s mum and dad always told her to not go around and tell someone and she never did. “I want my mommy.” She starts crying again. This woman scares her. Then suddenly pain blossoms on her cheek. “I asked you a question!” her tone is sharp and she doesn’t look as friendly anymore. Y/N’s cheek throbs with pain and she clutches it while scooting as far back in her chair as she can. She’s too afraid to answer and only shakes her head. She flinches as the woman lifts her hand again, probably ready to slap her again but this time the man holds her back. “Darling, let her be. We will find out in a few days. Let us just proceed so she knows what’s up.” He smiles at the woman but Y/N can see that this smile is evil. It reminds her of one of her aunts’ friends when she promises Y/N to get sweet and then hands her these disgusting lollipops made of vegetables. Y/N watches as the woman nods and steps back. The man comes forward, smiling at her but then grabs her wrist and puts them on the armrests of the chair, and binds them to them. “W-where are you doing? Where’s my daddy?”

“Oh, did no one told you?” The man looks with pity at her while he now sets something on her head and attaches some strings to it. Then he attaches something to her chest after opening her pajama top. “Your mommy and your daddy don’t love you anymore. They don’t like your ability and want you gone.”

“Noo… They love me.” She cries again. Can it be true? Her mum always tells her how much she loves her, that she is her little miracle. And her daddy always tells her she’s his little princess. “Oh, you sure? Why are you here then?” he waves an arm around to show her again that she’s all alone under all these strange people. “Your parents want us to find out why you are as you are and to make it stop so you can come back and they can be a family again. Without a freak baby girl.” Big sobs wrack her body but she can’t do anything against it. And she can’t say anything. Only a split second later the man steps back with yet another gin and then. There’s only pain.

 * * *

She opens her eyes, confused about where she is. It’s bright outside, so it’s not night. A warm hand lies on her back and she looks around to find the interior of the common room. Nat’s sitting on the couch Y/N remembers her being on and on closer inspection, she sees that she’s still sitting on Bucky’s lap. The man is sleeping peacefully with his head bedded on Steve’s. Her eyes dart around as the feeling of fear grows in her. She knows that it only was a dream, a memory that’s way back into her childhood, that nothing the man had told her was true. But on the other side, she has lived with that lie for four years of her kidnapping and her mom… She hasn’t taken it well that her only child was taken right out of their home while she was sleeping only two doors next to her. She had committed suicide two months before they finally had found her. Her dad then had moved away with Y/N, out of their old little town into the big city to try and start anew. Even through all the therapies, he got her she still suffers the effects of the four years. And right now, she desperately needs comfort. She hasn’t noticed that she’s shivering until she gets taken off from the pillow and pressed to a broad chest. The smell alone is enough for her to know that it's Steve who picked her up. “Hey, doll. Are you alright? Another nightmare?” She doesn’t nod, instead, she quickly hides her face in his shirt and holds on tight, her tail wrapping tightly around Steve’s wrist. “Hey, hey. It’s alright. Your perfectly safe here.” Y/N only tightens her grip but looks up at him. He must see something in her eyes because he sits up straight, startling Bucky awake. “Let’s go to bed, yeah?”

“Why?” Bucky yawns but as soon as Steve stands up and Bucky sees Y/N in his arms he seems to understand. He disposes of the pillow but grabs the bear that has fallen to the ground. “Here, doll. Cappy might help a bit, yeah?” as fast as she can She takes the toy with a sad chirping and hides back in Steve’s chest. The whole way to their shared room she can’t stop the shivers or the picture of the two people that started her suffering. It’s as if the images burned themselves into her mind. No matter how much energy she pushes into it, she can’t get rid of them. She loses track of time quickly swirling yet another time in the pain that had come over her, in the torture she had endured, and in the pictures of other suffering children she had seen in that few years. Some of them she has never seen again. Today she knows they hadn’t made it through these ‘tests’. “Y/N!” Her head snaps up quickly. Steve looks down at her with a pained expression. She notices now that they are already in Steve’s room, sitting on his bed. “I’ve called you a few times now. How about we change, yeah? Cuddling is easier that way. Buck’s getting the laptop and beamer ready so we can watch a movie.” She’s not really able to answer but clings to Steve with all that’s left. Then she nods end lets go. While she shifts, she hears herself let out a sob. It sounds strange, some kind of screeching like an animal but equal like a human sob. The shaking intensifies but Steve comforts her, pressing her naked body against his. He cradles her head to his chest, even leaning back on the bed while she shifts so that she’s comfortingly leaning against him. Even after the shift, she lies against him sobbing. She hears Bucky come close and soon gets covered by a light blanket while he wraps his arms around her. “Hey, baby.” Bucky presses a kiss against her head. “How about we coot a little to let Steve lie against the headboard, hm?” Y/N notices Bucky’s hands gripping her. He is careful but Y/N is transported back into her dream with more tortures she had to endure. The screams broke free without her noticing. The hands pull her and the blood rushes in her ears. She hears screaming that’s faint and not coming from her, she feels more hands gripping on her, wetness in her face. She starts kicking and punching, everything to get the hands away from her, to not let herself be dragged to the room with the whips and collars. And then, suddenly… There’s calm.

There are warm lips on her forehead, arms circling around her waist and a broad chest against her back. She hears murmuring in her ears. Soft whispering voices paired with soft touches. All around her is warmth and the cold that has shaken her body is completely gone. The fear in her body slowly ebbs away but she still doesn’t dare to open her eyes. “Shh, doll. I’m sorry but you’re safe, you’re safe.” The voice sounds thick with emotions. “Y/N?” Another pair of hands join her body, one hand slowly stroking over her arm, while the other cups her cheek, thumb rubbing tears away. “Can you look at me?” Involuntary, she shakes her head. She’s not ready to open her eyes. What if she’s dreaming? What if the people she wants to see aren’t here? What if… What if she’s still there? 

“Hey, hey. Darling, come on.” Lips press again on her head; hands rub her skin in comfort. Slowly she peels her eyes open, just for a second. She sees Steve’s concerned face and hears a faint sniffle, right behind her ear. Dread fills her stomach. She knows these kinds of sniffles. Turning lightly, she finds Bucky’s face. It’s white and pale with streaks of teas on the skin. “B-Buck...?” She whispers, silently but he hears her. He sends her a watery smile and tightens his arms. “I’m okay, doll. I’m sorry I startled you. I’m sorry.” Y/N’s head empties from her worry and guilt, from her fear and dreams. All senses are focused on Bucky, on comfiting the man that helped her through so much. She sits up a little but his arms press her against him again. She struggles a little against him until he finally losses his grip. In a blink of an eyelash, she turns herself and flings her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him and taking him down with her. She can hear his head bump against the headboard but she ignores it in favor of pressing her lips against his. He makes a small confused sound but then turns it instantly into a moan, his arms tightening. Behind them is a chuckle. Y/N quickly turns around and grabs the wrist that’s the closest to her, pulling it in. “Woooh… Y/N.” Steve laughs almost tripping over and landing on her and Bucky but he catches himself in the last moment, though, it's to no use. Bucky pulls him down on top of him connecting their lips in a loving kiss. Y/N watches for a second before she drapes her free arm around Steve’s neck as well, connecting her forehead to the sides of them. “Thank you. I love you two.”

“We love you, too.” And all of a sudden, she has two pairs of lips against her forehead, two pairs of loving arms around her, and two favorite people that comfort her. Two people, she loves the most.