#and it's only been like a week since patch 6 so they didn't even get to enjoy the fruits of their hard work

[elminsters]

i feel so bad for the script extender person actually

[miniwheat77]

Pure. (Captain Price x Virgin!Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, unprotected p in v sex, loss of virginity, oral sex (f receiving), blood, wounds (let me know if I missed any.)

(Summary): You’re new to sex and John figures that out pretty quickly.

This was a request, you can find the ask here.

You aren't sure how you managed to get yourself into the position you're in now. It started off amazing. You got along well with everyone on base, all of your missions were a success and not many issues had happened since being on base with taskforce 141. Everything seemed to go so well and it was amazing. Until of course, it wasn't.

You noticed the feelings you shared for everyone seemed to be the same unless it came to Captain Price. You laughed and joked with everyone else, but when it came to conversating with him, you almost always shied away from him, bright red cheeks and you always tried to distance yourself from him as fast as possible to avoid incriminating yourself anymore than you thought you already had.

John took a liking to you right away. You were sweet and did just about anything he'd ask you to do. He adored that you seemed so submissive, so caring. You always checked up on everyone. If someone seemed like they were having an off day, you were always the first to ask them how they were doing, trying to cheer them up anyway you could, and he loved that about you. John might've stared a little too much. Might've spent too much time thinking about you, analyzing you. Figuring out your each move.

It didn't take John long to realize you acted the way you did because you were innocent. You know a lot about how fucked up the world could be but didn't have much exposure to it on your end. You only had one childhood boyfriend that you dated for around 6 weeks, and only seen him during school. You were still innocent and John admired that about you. But knew it would never last with the military. You would be broken down and worn out like the rest of them, thinking that about you broke John's heart a little. John took a liking to you right away and sometimes he flirted a little more than he really meant to, always complimenting you. Calling you pretty, saying he liked your outfits, how he liked the way your lips looked glossy from a little bit of chapstick. To you it seemed innocent, but to him he really wanted you to notice him.

He knew with the age gap, there’d most likely never be anything going on between the two of you, but it’s the thought that counts. Right?

John always looked out for you. And despite how toxic it may have seemed, he tried to keep the other guys away from you. The couple times he heard them talking about you and how innocent you were, he put an abrupt stop to that immediately. In a way, you were his and that was that. Despite being infantry and on the front lines with the group, you had started out as a combat medic and knew your way around a few wounds. Sometimes when all of the medics were busy, you were alongside helping them patch people up until they could be seen by the medics.

John carried out a mission that had gone a little south, and each member of his team was injured in some way. Gunshot wounds in places that weren’t fatal but still needed attention, gashes that needed stitches.

John was waiting outside of the infirmary, when you arrived. You had been injured as well, but definitely the least out of all of you. “John, it’s your turn to get looked at.” You breathe. “No. I’m fine.” He’s a little stern but you don’t listen to him. “How about I take a look at you? At least?” You look up at him with those doe eyes he adores so much. “Fine.” He sighs. “She told me all of the beds are full. So you can come to my room.” You nod your head, following him along the hallway. John felt like an idiot for leading his team into danger like this. It was his fault they were all injured. Even you. He opens the door to his room and you follow him inside. He closes it after you step inside. You’ve gathered a little bit of medical equipment, some tools for stitching that were packaged and sanitized already. John knows where the worst wound is, the back of his upper shoulder. He pulls his shirt off, it was no good anyways. He sits on his cot with his shoulder to you and you start bandaging him up. Luckily it wasn’t too deep to need stitches. A few other wounds on him needed attention. A couple pieces of shrapnel, gashes here and there. Once his wounds were clean and bandaged, it was your turn. You made a move for the door but he stops you. “Don’t think I don’t see the blood on your clothes Y/N.” He chuckles. “It’s your turn, sit down.” You nod your head.

He starts slow. Washing his hands, cleaning any equipment he’d need. You have to strip down to nothing but a bra and your cargo pants. It’s awkward at first but as he bandages you up, you get used to it. He starts making normal conversation as he helps you out. But eventually, it goes a little deeper. You asked him if he had a wife and he said no. No wife or kids. No relationship in the past couple decades, which made your eyes sparkle just a little when you found out.

“What’s this?” He points to your upper thigh. “Oh.. uh.” He notices the large tear in your cargo pants and sees that there’s a massive gash there. “Gonna have to bandage that. Need to get a closer look to see how deep it is.” You nod your head, standing up awkwardly. “I think I can do this one myself if-“

“Nonsense, I’ve got everything we need here. No worries okay? Nobody will see.” He reassures you. You take a deep breath and nod your head.

It’s very apparent to John that nobody had ever seen you in your undergarments before. You take a deep breath. Reaching to your front to unbutton your pants, sliding them down your thighs and off before sitting back down onto the bed. John has to force himself to look away from your panties. They were plain and white, but he still admired them. Maybe that was just because they were on you. He swallows hard as he gets to work. It’s not too deep. “I’m going to bandage it for now, I don’t think it’s deep enough to need stitches but you need to keep an eye on it. Make sure it’s clean.” You nod your head. Once he’s finished and cleaned up the dried blood on your thigh, he looks down your legs for any other cuts or punctures, not finding any. He stands up. Picking up an army green sweater of his own and passing it to you. “Here, since your shirt’s covered in blood.” He smiles.

“Thank you Captain.” You blush, taking it from him. You slip it on and he has to force his eyes away from you. You looked so good swimming in his sweatshirt. It goes down to about your mid thigh, covering your panties. He breathes out. “You’re a very pretty girl you know that?” He smiles. “Oh.. thank you.” You smile. You notice his hoodie has his scent on it. It’s intoxicating.

You’re standing now, having slipped the hoodie on, you needed to pick up your clothes. You stand up straight to look up at him, thank him for helping you out. But instead, he stares at you. He notices a few strands of your hair in your face and doesn’t think before reaching forward to tuck them behind your ear, leaning in closer to you than he intended, and he can see your eyes flicker to his lips.

You thought he was going to kiss you.

And you didn’t panic or shove him away.

John takes the opportunity and leans in, lips brushing over yours. Your eyes close tightly and you’re breathing a little heavier than before. Once he closes the distance between the both of you, lips pressed firmly to yours he moves himself closer, hand still cupping your face as he deepens the kiss. He pulls you flush against him, hands holding your hips as he kisses you. He lowers his hand to your thigh, placing it there. You don’t realize it, but you open your legs just slightly subconsciously. He takes that as an invitation, fingertips gliding over your exposed skin. He doesn’t move his lips from yours and he can tell you’ve not had much experience. You kiss him shyly, lips moving a little sloppily. He doesn’t mind.

When his fingertips glide over your opening through your panties, your lips move from his so that a gasp could leave your mouth. Only now realizing what was happening. You’re panting a little, lips plump and slightly pinker from the friction. Your eyes were wide as you lowered your gaze to where his hand rested between your thighs, rubbing over the wet patch of your panties. “It’s okay. Just relax for me yeah?” He smiles. He’s rubbing small circles into your clit, your hips bucking slightly. His fingers are just barely brushing over your opening, ghosting over your clit in circles.

“Captain I-“

“Call me John sweetheart.”

“John..” you trail off. “I’ve never.. um.” You take a deep breath. “I know love, I can tell.” He let’s out a deep chuckle, your cheeks reddening. “No… I mean.” You swallow hard. “I’ve never done anything, not with anyone. Not by myself either.” John draws his hand back, resting it on your thigh. “You’ve never touched yourself before?” He asks. “Just.. rubbing the outside. But not even that really.” He smiles. “It’s alright love. Do you want me to stop? It’s okay to stop me if you’re uncomfortable.” Your brain screams at you. This is a bad idea, he’s your captain. But the heat he’s awoken inside of you tugs you toward him. “I…” John smiles at your silence. You don’t want him to stop, but you’re too awkward to tell him to keep going. Hand gliding up your thigh again. Your eyes flutter closed, giving him the impression you’re okay with what he’s doing. He pushes you back slightly, into the wooden desk behind you. You rest your hands on it, hips pushed out from leaning against it. He rubs gentle circles over your covered pussy and your eyes are still shut, lips parted as whimpers escape your lips. Your knees weaken as he keeps a steady pace. “S’okay love.” He leans in, hot breath attacking your ear as he goes for your neck. You’re panting, and John loves this. When he kisses your neck, you’re on the edge, clutching the desk like it’s a lifeline. Knuckles turning white. You’re sure your hand will leave an impression in the wood, if you can even think about anything else other than the way his hand- oh.

A whimper leaves your lips, stomach clenching up tight. “John- I think I-“

“Shh.. it’s okay. You can let go for me. Show me how you cum, pretty girl.” He breathes. Your chest and stomach are full of butterflies, it feels like millions are swarming your body, you’re sure you’ll burst any minute. The immense amount of pleasure he’s giving you, you can’t take it. His lips attack your neck and while he wants you to be quiet, he doesn’t care. The other part of him wants to hear your moans, when you cum for the very first time. A cry leaves your lips when you cum, pussy clenching around nothing and tears gather in your eyes. John remembers the first time he’d cum too, how intense it felt, how he couldn’t get enough. Sure it was a long time ago but he still remembers it like it were yesterday. So as you pant, hips jumping when he slows his circling fingers, kissing you to hide the pants leaving your lips. If anyone heard you, they didn’t need to hear you anymore.

“That’s my girl. Such a good girl f’me.” He breathes. Hands on your hips. You’re stuck in another dimension, shot there from your intense orgasm, floating through cloud 9 as your body comes down. He chuckles, seeing the lost look in your watery eyes. “You okay?” He chuckles. “Y-yeah.” You blush. The tingling between your legs overrides the clarity you have after your orgasm. Heart settling in your chest. The fluttering in your clit was hard to ignore. John can’t help but smile to himself. You were so stuck right now, he’s sure if you tried to walk away your legs would wobble. “Sit down on the bed until you’re calm okay?” He helps you sit down and he sits next to you. “You’re so beautiful.” He breathes. John finds it harder and harder to ignore the own throbbing in his pants. But you’re not ready for that yet. “I’m sorry if I forced myself onto you.”

“No- no you didn’t. I.. I liked it.” You face is burning red. He smiles, just as he’s about to say something else, a knock at his door has him flinching. “Captain, there are beds open in the infirmary now!” Gaz calls to him. “Thank you Sergeant!” He calls back. “Should probably get back to them.” You nod your head. “You can keep the hoodie. Looks so much better on you anyways.” He breathes. You blush, nodding your head with a smile.

———

For the next couple of days, everything seems like a blur. You can’t do anything without thinking about what had happened between the two of you. How he could make you feel like that through your clothing, fingers not exploring you anymore than just the outside of your opening. When you pour coffee, you overfill your cup thinking about it sometimes. The overwhelming sensation of your orgasm sending you spiraling. The couple days after it had happened, you tried it yourself. But it ended in frustrated sighs and a cold shower. Interactions with him seemed completely normal. At least to him they did. You couldn’t look at him the same way. His fingers had done such sinful things to your body and he was so casual about it. Sometimes you’d swallow hard when he’s gripping something tightly. A pen, a gun.

Your thigh maybe?

You have to shake yourself out of it. The part of your brain that knows sex exists wonders what it’d be like to have him inside of you. Pushing your walls apart with his cock, tugging an orgasm from you. It would hurt, it’d sting. But what follows makes the fantasy worth it. An orgasm so good it makes the last look pathetic. Crying and clenching around his cock. Hitting such a high that you never come down from it.

A knock at your door brings you out of your thoughts, and you stand up hurriedly. Opening the door just a crack so you can see who it is. “Captain?” You whisper. It’s late.

“Hey… sorry to bother you so late. It’s just that gash on my back is starting to throb. I’m worried it may be infected.” He trails off. “I don’t want to take away from the medics so I was curious if you would look at it?” He asks. “Yeah. Of course.” You move aside. John quickly notices you’re wearing just his hoodie again. It didn’t look like you had anything on underneath it. “You can sit down on my bed.” John nods his head, he can see that it’s unmade, so he probably disrupted you. “Sorry if I woke you.” He says. “Oh no. You didn’t. I was just getting ready for bed.” You smile. He nods. He tugs his shirt off, and you pull the bandage off. Seeing that it does look infected. “It doesn’t look too bad, but it’s definitely infected. I’ll clean it out and put a new bandage on but you should probably see a medic for some antibiotics.” You tell him. He nods his head. Once he sees you’re finishing up, he decides to make his next move. He reaches out for your thigh, pulling you closer to him. You don’t make a sound, but don’t move away from him either. “You’re so beautiful.” He looks up at you, fingertips sliding up underneath the hem of the hoodie. You breathe hard. “Thank you.” Your heart starts to race and he can hear it.

John knows he could get himself into a lot of trouble being with you. He knows it. But when he brushes his fingertips up your panties and can feel how wet you are for him, every bit of self control he has goes out of the window. As he rubs circles into your clit again, seeing the way your eyes flutter closed and you clutch his arm for dear life. He loses himself even further. “You.. said you’ve never done anything?” You shake your head. He stands up, moving you back, watching your eyes open in frustration as he draws his hand away to do so. “Why don’t you lay on your bed f’me?” He breathes. You look up at him, and he can see the nervousness in your eyes. “Okay.” You agree, sliding back into your bad. “Relax. I just want to take care of you. Make you feel real pretty.” Your cheeks heat up. What the hell have you managed to get yourself into? “Try to stay quiet for me okay?” You nod your head, he pushes his hoodie up over your hips and you look up at the ceiling in nervousness. Nobody had seen you naked, ever. He slides your panties down your legs, throwing them to the side. When he can finally see you, all of you. He has to stop himself from drooling.

“So pretty n wet for me.” He growls. He leans down, hearing you gulp. “W-what are you doing?” You ask. Confused by how he’s getting closer to your opening as he moves himself down the bed. “You trust me?” He breathes. You nod your head. “So relax. Let me take care of you.” You nod your head, tensing up as he lowers himself into you. He wraps his arms around your thighs, pinning you to the bed so that no matter how much you squirm, you won’t get away from him.

You still don’t understand what he’s doing until he lowers himself into you completely, tongue gliding up your opening and a gasp leaves your lips. Your arousal is sticky and sweet on his tongue. He wiggles his tongue back and fourth over your clit, knowing how sensitive it is since it’s not been too abused. Your hips buck and you try to move away. The direct pressure has you flinching. He can’t help but chuckle to himself at your reaction. He continues as he normally would, kissing your clit and flicking his tongue over it. Loving how wet you’re getting and the tiny mewls that leave your lips with each flick of his tongue. The way your hips jump with every single lick or touch he makes. He draws away for just a second. Looking up at you, “M’gonna try something okay? If I hurt you, tell me.” You nod your head. Worry flows through you, but your arousal blocks it out. Your opening is already soaking with his saliva and your arousal. He slides two of his fingers over it, when the first is wet enough, he pushes it inside of you. Your eyes widen and you gasp out. You’re tight even on his finger. He has to stop himself from growling out.

When you’re adjusted, he pumps it into you, the sounds that leave your lips are unholy and he has to remind you try to be quiet for him. You’re squirming underneath him, moaning out his name which he adores. It’s music to his ears. He moves his other hand from your thigh, pressing it down onto your pelvis, holding you still for him. The second finger is wet enough, and you’re adjusted to him. He adds the second finger and you freeze, eyes widened as you stare down at him. He lets out a deep chuckle. “You like that hm?” He mumbles. You nod your head. “So pretty.” He mumbles, leaning down and flicking his tongue over your clit while pumping those two fingers into you.

You tilt your head back, pants leaving your lips as you enter a subspace.

Your body is warm, the buzzing in your head is all you can hear as he edges you closer to the best orgasm you’ll have so far. You’re doing so good for him, and he’s reassuring you. But you’re not listening. When he pushes you over the edge, you clamp a hand on your mouth, nearly screaming into it. He smiles into you, not stopping his assault on your sensitive clit. Your legs shiver and he has to hold you still so that he can finish your high, gripping you tightly. The squelch of his fingers entering you is sinful and so loud with how wet you are. The only thing on John’s mind is how he wants to hear you like this when the two of you are alone. Moaning and whimpering out loud for him, it’s a dream. When you finally come down from your high, body relaxing. Your skin is flushed red, warm to the touch. John was surprised the kind of feelings he made you feel. “You okay?” He asks. You nod your head. You’re still a little out of it. He loves it, has you right where he wants you. “You did so good for me pretty girl.” He brushes his fingertips over the bare skin on your stomach. “So so good for me.” He smiles. You notice the bulge he has in his sweatpants. Eyes widening at the size of him. How was he supposed to fit? John catches on quickly to what you’re looking at and smiles. “Hey. Look at me.” He lifts your chin so that you’re looking at him. “Do you feel good honey?” He asks. You nod your head. “Yeah.. really good. I want to make you feel good too John.” You breathe. “Hey. Don’t worry about me, I’m fine. I want to make you feel good baby.” He mumbles, leaning in to kiss you. His facial hair scratches you so good, the only thought crossing your mind is how good that same scratch feels when he’s buried his face between your legs.

“John.” You mumble. “Yeah sweetheart?” He asks. “What.. what is sex like?” You ask. He smiles. “It’s hard to explain because I’m sure my pleasure feels much different than yours. But whatever you felt just there? Is probably twice as intense depending on who you’re with.” You nod your head. You’re intrigued now. After a few more minutes of talking to John, you start yawning. He smiles at you. You’re so cute. He helps you get back to bed. You clean yourself up and he makes sure you’re comfortable before he leaves. The complete relaxation your body feels sends you into a deep sleep, sleep so good you can’t remember the last time you slept so good.

Over the course of the next couple weeks, your interactions with John are much more intense. When you make eye contact, you lock eyes. You stare longer than you should at each other and when John makes eye contact with you in a meeting, whatever he’s holding he holds in a death grip, knuckles going white with the force of his hold. You’re driving him crazy and you can tell. The tension in the room when the both of you are there is so intense that that others notice how on edge he is. He has dreams about you. You pinned beneath him, moaning for him. He loses so much sleep over you. Nothing he could do himself would even compare to what he’s felt in his dreams about you. But he would never ever force you into anything you don’t want or put you under any kind of pressure. His interactions with you are normal. Small smiles, waves. Some normal chatting during pass times. John wants to come to your room and touch you every night. He wants to make you feel absolutely amazing all of the time, but he knows there’s a such thing as too much. He doesn’t want to pressure you, so he keeps his distance.

You on the other hand, hoped he’d come visit. Wish he’d come by every night. You’ve never thought about sex before, but since he’d touched you the first time, you thought about it constantly. Day dreaming about him, what he must feel like. How gentle he could be. How rough he could be. You’re losing sleep over it, distracted during meetings. You’ve never once thought about having sex with anyone you’ve met in person before, but John successfully changed that for you. You’re laying on your bed, phone in hand. You’re watching something you shouldn’t be. Videos on what to expect when losing your virginity, other videos too. It seems so good, so addicting. Your body feels hot thinking about it. If his fingers felt like that, how good would he feel inside of you? You’d finally get to make him feel good, repay him for him for how good he’s made you feel. The intimacy draws you in. You’re daydreaming about, laying in his bed as he thrusts himself into you. Surrounded by his intoxicating scent, clutching his sheets, hearing him moan out. Thinking about what he’d say.

Your body feels hot, legs sticky from your arousal. You’re not sure how much more you can take. John was on watch, he’d be getting off of it soon. You sit up, sliding a pair of socks on your feet. He has to pass by your room, you’d hear his footsteps. You think to yourself for a second. You pick up his hoodie, folding it up. You wait by your door, listening for his footsteps. After a few minutes, you want to moan out when you can hear his heavy footsteps, boots making them echo. Heat pools between your legs, and you can’t take it anymore. You have to know. You wait a few minutes, opening up your door and peeking out. You don’t see anyone, so you make your way down the hallway to his room. When you get there, you knock at his door. He opens it, smiling when he sees you. “Come on sweetheart.” He smiles. “What can I do for you Hm?” He asks. “I washed this, and wanted to give it back to you.” You smile, handing it over. He stands still for a minute. “Why don’t you keep it Hm? Looks so much better on you anyways.” He smiles. Your stomach fills with butterflies, you didn’t really want to give it back, so hearing this was good. You liked sleeping in it. “Why don’t you come sit down hm?” He pats the bed next to him, so you do. You sit down, and John can see the way you’re clenching your thighs together. He swallows hard. “John… I wanted to ask you something.” You breath, “yeah?”

“I..” you take a deep breath. “I want to know what sex is like.” You breathe. He smiles. “What do you want to know about it?” He asks. “I want to know what it feels like.” You blush. He looks confused for a moment. He freezes for a minute, hand moving to rest on your thigh. “The only way you’ll be able to tell what it feels like is to have sex, Y/N.” You nod your head, eyes meeting with his. “I know.” Those words crash right into him. “Do.. you want me to…?” He hesitates. You nod your head. He looks down. “Are you sure?” He asks. You nod your head. “I’ve thought about it, a lot. It’s what I want.” You take a deep breath. His tongue glides over his bottom lip. “Okay. Get up on the bed love.” You nod your head. John can’t help but feel a little bit of guilt. You never had these issues until he made the first move. He’d definitely need some reassurance before taking anything too far with you.

He felt nervous, a sense of nervousness he hadn’t felt in quite a long time. John tried at relationships before. He’d been with his fair share of women, but none of them ever worked out. None of them ever made him feel the way that you did. Your smile, the color of your eyes. The fact that despite being in some of the worst situations you could possibly think of, you still tried your best to cheer everyone up. Some of the best times John has had in the military is after you joined 141. It seemed dull, like he was just going through the motions. But you came along. You joked with everyone, your smile and laugh were contagious. Maybe you weren’t as innocent as he thought, not in every aspect anyways. You knew how bad a situation was, but ignored it. Tried your best to help the others around you work through it.

John moved slow. Lingering touches, gentle kisses as he moves himself above you. His lips ghosted over yours and when he tugged your shirt off, seeing your completely exposed chest, it started to hit him. This was real, this was happening. This was no dream, no daydream. You were beneath him and you wanted him. He grasps the hem of his own shirt, pulling it off before returning his lips to yours, capturing them in a kiss you may never forget. He rocks his hips into yours, noting the whimper that leaves your lips. He tries to prepare you the best he can. Keeping you occupied with foreplay. Kissing you, nibbling at the skin on your neck. Whispering to you. You start to squirm, getting impatient. He knows you’re ready, but he’s stalling. He doesn’t want you to regret this. He wants to give you as much time as possible to back out in case you’re not ready. He grasps the waistband of your shorts and pulls them down your legs, noticing you aren’t wearing any panties. He takes a deep breath at your exposed mound. Nearly dripping for him.

He reaches down to unbuckle his belt and your eyes follow his hands. Making quick work of his belt and lifting himself off of the bed to remove his cargo pants. Your breath hitches in your throat when he grasps his boxers, tugging them down his legs and revealing himself to you. There wasn’t a single layer of clothing keeping him from you now. Completely raw and exposed to each other, something neither of you would ever forget. You swallow hard when he moves to hover over you once again. Eyes looking deep into yours, waiting for you to stop him. “Are you sure you want this?” He asks. You nod your head, looking down. You wondered how it was supposed to fit, he was massive. John takes a deep breath, lifting himself up until he’s on his knees. He moves himself closer, grasping your thighs and lifting you up to move you closer to him. A gasp leaving your lips as he moves you where he wants you. An action that doesn’t go unnoticed. “You can’t take it back.” He mumbles. “I know. I trust you, John.” You breathe. He nods his head, looking down to where the both of you were about to connect.

The thought of it is like a drug. The thought of being inside of you, sounds so foreign. Yet it’s right here. About to happen. You feel the tip of his cock gliding over your opening. Gathering your arousal on the tip, gliding it over your clit. Your hips buck and a mewl leaves your lips. John bites down on his lip, harder than he means to. He takes in a sharp breath, spitting into his hand and slicking up his shaft, lining himself up with your entrance. “Relax for me okay? I’m going to hurt you, but you have to trust me.” He breathes. You nod up at him, eyes burning into his. The tip of his cock pushes through your folds, stretching your opening. Your nose scrunches up, eyes closing tightly. “It’s okay-“ he breathes.

This seemed unfair. He had to hurt you, someone so sweet and kind. But he felt nothing but the best pleasure he’d ever felt in his life. How tight you felt wrapping around the tip of his cock. A tighter death grip on him with every little bit he sinks into you. He’s trying to keep himself together, wanting nothing more than to make you feel as good as you’re making him feel. You bite your lip, trying to hold back the cries you want to let out. John hates himself for hurting you so badly. He kisses your cheeks, the small tears that slip from your eyes, he’s kissing those away too. “Take a deep breath for me.” He mumbles. You nod your head. Sucking in a harsh breath. John’s hips are halted, not wanting to push you too far. “Do you want me to stop?” He asks. He didn’t want to hurt you anymore than he had to. You shake your head. “You can keep going John.” You breathe. He nods his head. Sinking into you further.

Finally when his hips are flush with yours, he gives you a minute to adjust. He leans down, kissing you. Trying to distract you. “Are you okay?” He asks. You nod your head. He slides out of you, pushing himself into you again. The first few times he does it, it’s a little rough. It stings a little bit. As you adjust to him, it starts to goes away. You tilt your head up, chest starting to move with your breaths that are getting more frequent. “You feeling good sweetheart?” John asks. You nod your head. “Yeah. F-feels good John.” You breathe. You look down between the both of you. Seeing his girthy cock disappearing into you. How on earth it fit, how it could feel so good. Was beyond you. You felt so full of him, a foreign feeling. A moan leaves your lips, propping yourself up onto your elbows to get a better look. “You like to watch sweetheart?” He laughs. Leaning in to kiss your nose. “Mhm.” You breath. “Feels so good.” You pant. Just when you’re about to ask him to pick up the pace, it’s like he reads your mind. Thrusting a little faster, with a little more force. “Oh my god-“ you moan, letting your head fall back into his pillows. And just like your daydreams, you’re there. Tugging at his sheets as he pushes you into a high you know you’ll never come down from. Sweat covered skin, fluids mixing together, a sinful concoction. John chuckles when you moan out, making him clamp a hand over your mouth. “You’ve got to be quiet for me sweetheart.” He smiles. The fact that he could make you feel so good sends shivers down his spine.

Each sensitive spot he brushes up against, he adds more. Nibbling on that sweet spot on your neck he’d found. Fingers gliding across your stomach to rub small circles on your sensitive nub. He kisses down your chest, attacking your nipples with his lips. You’re on cloud 9 again, but it’s more intense. “Can feel you clenching around me sweetheart. You close?” He asks. You nod your head eagerly. Struggling to keep yourself together. John smiles. He rocks his hips into yours at a steady pace. “Rub your clit for me.” He draws his hand back. You take over his place, gently rubbing at it. He keeps the same pace, thrusting right into your spongy spot. You were teetering on the edge. You suck in a sharp breath when you hit your high, and John clamps his hand over your mouth again right as you cum, muffling a moan that leaves your lips. You draw your hand back, clutching the sheets like your life depends on it. Bucking your hips up into him. John rides out your high before his thrusts halt. “Can you handle it?” He asks. You nod your head. You’re dazed as he continues, right on the edge of his own high. The groans that leave his lips are even sexier than you thought, another pit forming in your stomach. “Oh fuck- I’m going to-“ he slides out of you, pumping his cock. You pull him into you, kissing him to muffle his own moans, jumping when you feel his warmth covering your chest and stomach. When he relaxes, hand covered in his cum. He laughs. “I’m sorry if I was too rough.” He breathes. “No no. You weren’t.” You blush. He’s a little embarrassed just how quickly he had finished, but he can’t even remember the last time he’d been with anyone. He stands up, getting you a towel before returning and wiping his cum off of you. Helping you get cleaned up.

When you’re wearing clothes again, he’s got you pulled real close to him. Hand gliding through your hair as you lay next to each other. “Thank you, John.” You look up at him. “For what?” He asks. “For being so gentle with me.” He smiles. “I will always be gentle with you. You already go through enough as is, I don’t need to go and add to it.” He chuckles. “Besides. You’re a sweet girl. And I’m glad you trust me as much as you do.” You lay your head on him again, eyes getting a little heavy. You don’t feel much but relaxed right now, but you’re sure tomorrow will be a different story. When you see the love bites he’s left on your skin. Maybe fingertip sized bruises somewhere on your body. The slight sting between your legs. Sore thighs. The thought of it makes you smile.

Who would’ve thought that out of all of the people you crossed paths with that could’ve taken your virginity, it ended up being your Captain.

I didn’t know if you wanted me to tag you so I’m going to anyways. I hope you like it!

@tamayakii

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Take the Edge Off | Part 9 | Stitches

Summary: After a failed mission, Miguel needs to patch you up.

A/N: well, new year, new chapter (finally). I’m getting real close to finishing up this series, maybe 2 more parts. This took forever bc I needed a filler and had no idea what to do, and this is also the longest part so far. At least I know where to go from here, so I should have the next part up relatively soon 💀

Warnings: smut (duh), canon-typical violence, wound care

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You had grossly underestimated how difficult catching Ghost would be.

The main issue was finding him. He was smart, and he seemed to realize that anytime he spent too much time in one dimension, you and the team would pounce, and like water in your hand, he always managed to slip away. The closest you came to catching him was about three weeks after your bet, and it was an absolute shit show.

"Fuck me," you grunted under your breath when another explosion knocked you into the wall. Ghost came from a universe with hammerspace, and every new dimension he traveled to, he managed to store away more and more dangerous equipment. Now, you were there in some alleyway, half your team missing, fighting off a barrage of missiles, bombs, and sharp projectiles.

Across from you, Ben was tangled in a net trap, and Malala was groaning on the floor as she recovered from an intense electrical shock. Clenching your jaw, you leapt off the wall at Ghost. You were getting aggravated by how difficult this was. Why couldn't he be a regular villain and let you catch him?

Anticipating your move, Ghost jumped out of the way. You webbed him and yanked him toward yourself. Rather than fighting your pull, Ghost flew at you and pounced on your form, knocking you flat on your back. He drove his fists into your ribs, and you cried out as electricity coursed through your body. He held his fists, adorned in makeshift gauntlets, to you as you lay paralyzed by pain.

"Where's the big guy?" He asked you, his voice low and silky. "He's always a good time." You weren't even able to breathe from the shocks pulsing in your ribs, but before you would've been able to answer him, your attention was captured by the sight of a yellow portal to your right.

For one dreadful moment, you thought it was Ghost's escape. His slippery nature was due to the watch he had stolen from Ben all those months ago, and it seemed almost impossible to keep him in one dimension long enough to catch him.

To your tremendous relief however, Miguel's muscular form flew out of the portal, knocking the anomaly off of your body. You took a ragged breath as the two men tumbled to your side. "Oh! Here you are!" Ghost laughed, pushing himself off the floor to face Miguel. "We were just talking about you."

Miguel turned his head for a moment to assess your form still gasping for breath. "You're late," you wheezed to him as you rolled onto your side to stand up again. You'd been here fighting alongside Ben and Malala since the alert from Lyla had gone out, and Miguel was only just now showing up. You didn't even know where Jess and the others were.

Seeing that you were well enough to give him sass, Miguel turned back to face Ghost, shooting a web that Ghost easily avoided. "You missed," he teased, but he was quickly eating his words when Miguel yanked the dumpster he had webbed instead and slammed it into the arrogant anomaly.

While Ghost was still recovering from his hit, Miguel threw his containment unit device at Ghost’s form. It slid right next to him, but a microsecond before it deployed, the anomaly rolled away, causing the orange force field to envelop nothing.

"Interesting," Ghost stated, sounding genuinely fascinated as he observed the glowing orange cage. You huffed in irritation, finally managing to sit up now that your muscles weren't spasming anymore. As much as you usually enjoyed banter with your enemies, you were not in the mood.

Miguel lunged after Ghost, who pulled another weapon seemingly out of nowhere and fired a spray of spinning razors at him. Miguel began twisting through the air, managing to evade every blade with expert precision.

Unfortunately for you, your screaming muscles weren’t able to move quite as fast as you needed. You leapt through the air to try and dodge the razors, but midair, one clipped you right in the shoulder, cutting deep from the front of your shoulder down almost to your back.

You cried out in pain, slamming hard into the ground as you fell. The wind was knocked out of your lungs, and you lay there struggling to breathe while hot pain blossomed in your shoulder.

Hearing your pained cry, Miguel froze, his body automatically turning to find you. You lay there a moment before moving to roll onto your good side. You pushed yourself up with a groan, and you were surprised to find Miguel at your side and pressing you back down to the floor. “Don’t move,” he urged as he gently held you down.

Even though his face was hidden, you could see he was examining your wound. “I’m fine,” you grunted, moving to sit up again. Miguel must’ve seen that you weren’t too terribly wounded and watched you carefully while you sat up off the ground before finally saying, “Okay.”

Together, you turned back to face Ghost. He was standing with a curious look on his face and an unsettling smile on his lips. “Now, that is interesting,” he said. Before either of you could move at him, Malala came swinging in a blur and knocked the anomaly off his feet. “I’m getting real tired of his gabbing,” she muttered, sounding as aggravated as you felt.

Ghost didn’t stay down for long. “It seems I’ve overstayed my welcome,” he observed. He quickly typed something into his watch, and a portal opened up beside him. “No!” Miguel snarled, leaving your side to lunge after him. You also stood up, grinding your teeth in pain as you leapt after him.

To buy himself time, Ghost threw down two small capsules that flashed brightly, making you balk. When the sun spots faded from your eyes, there was still a thick cloud of smoke around you, causing you to cough weakly. Your eyes scanned the alley for your rival, and you found him scooping up the containment unit device Miguel had thrown.

You flung yourself at him, trying to web the device from his hands. Hitting his arm, you pulled him forward with all your strength. He flew at your body, but when you raised a hand to hit him with your bad arm, pain flared from your shoulder and caused you to stumble, and you only managed a weak punch.

Seeing your pain, Ghost pulled a knife out of who-knows-where and severed the line between you. Scrambling away, he jumped for the portal and fell inside it just as Miguel tried to catch him, and within a breath, the portal to an unknown dimension closed.

“No!” Miguel shouted in frustration, his fist punching the wall where the portal had been mere seconds ago. You let out an aggravated breath. This was the closest you had ever been to catching Ghost, so frustratingly close that it made your chest burn in anger.

There was a tense second where nobody spoke. You could see that Miguel was breathing hard. At your side, Malala stood up with a heavy sigh and moved over to help Ben who was still entangled in a net.

Miguel whirled on you. “What happened?!” Miguel shouted at you. You gaped at him incredulously. “You’re asking me?!” You shot back angrily. “Where the hell were you when the alert went out?”

Miguel’s mask retracted to reveal his scowling face. “We had him!” he snarled, ignoring your question and directing his anger towards you.

Your frustration boiled in your chest. Not only had Miguel been late to the call, but his accusatory words were some of the first that he had spoken directly to you since he added you to the team. It had been weeks since you had spoken to each other. It seemed as though since your last encounter, he had been avoiding you. Your interactions had been brief and relevant only to the mission, and you hadn’t even spent any time alone together since you had been added to the team.

“Yeah, we had him,” you repeated angrily, your own mask retracting. “We had him until you stopped going after him.” His face contorted into a scowl, and his figure towered over you. “You had plenty of time to incapacitate him,” he argued.

You scoffed. “Yeah, I had plenty of time waiting for you to show up,” you shot back. “And as soon as you do, you turn your back on him.”

“You were hurt,” he stated sharply. His eyes fell to your shoulder, and you thought that some of his anger dissipated from his face. “You are hurt,” he corrected himself, his voice still sharp but a bit less angry.

You almost scoffed again, but when you looked down at your shoulder, you grimaced. Your suit had retracted around your cut, exposing the deep slice in your shoulder. In your adrenaline-fueled state, you had only briefly felt it, but now, seeing it slowly oozing blood, the pain was suddenly very noticeable.

"Shit," you sighed under your breath. You were used to dressing your own wounds, but this one was in a spot that was going to be difficult to treat. "I'll be fine," you said dismissively.

Miguel seemed to compose himself a little bit. He closed his eyes with a deep sigh before looking back at your shoulder. "You need stitches," he said.

You rolled your eyes. "I said I'll be fine," you repeated firmly. "Don't be stupid," he replied in a flat voice. "And don't try to tell me you can do it yourself." You closed your mouth and huffed. That's exactly what you were about to say.

"Fine, I'll get Jess to do it," you stated in exasperation. "Happy?"

"Like hell you will," he muttered, typing something into his watch. A portal opened beside you, and Miguel looked back at you, irritation still evident on his face though perhaps not so much as before.

"What?" You asked expectantly. He shot you an impatient look. "Go," he told you sharply. You shifted your stance defiantly, stubbornly remaining where you were. "I don't want to go with you," you argued. He sighed in exasperation. "Would you stop being so damn stubborn and go through the stupid portal?" He snapped.

You stared up at him in contempt. His demanding tone and harsh mannerisms made you feel resistant to accepting any of his help. After ignoring you for weeks and snapping at you during this failure of a mission, he was the last person you wanted seeing you in pain.

You both continued staring at each other, each refusing to look away first. You felt blood oozing down your back, and the pain was really starting to radiate in your shoulder. Miguel stared at you with a deadpan expression, knowing it was only a matter of time before you would give in.

You realized with a wave of aggravation that he was going to win your staring standoff. With a sigh, you grit your teeth together and looked down in defeat. "Fine," you muttered sourly. Pushing past him, you walked into the portal and didn't bother looking back to see if he was coming.

You weren't quite sure what you were expecting on the other side of the portal, but you were somewhat surprised to find yourself standing in Miguel's room. It was just as you remembered it from weeks ago— simple, neat, and barely used.

From behind you, Miguel stepped into the room, not even sparing you a glance before heading to the bathroom. You hesitated for a moment before reluctantly following after him. He pulled out a large black bag onto the counter space filled with all sorts of medical equipment. He was laying out materials for suturing as you walked in.

"Sit."

You scoffed in annoyance. "I know you know how to say please," you grumbled. He didn't respond, turning to his sink to wash his hands rather than answering you. If you had been in a pettier mood, you wouldn't have moved until he asked nicely, but you were in pain and ready to get it over with, so you pushed yourself up onto the counter by the sink and waited for him.

Miguel pulled a pair of gloves over his hands and inspected your wound carefully. "Your suit," he said flatly, indicating that it was in the way. Sighing, you let your suit retract just enough to reveal half your torso for him. It didn't matter that this man had seen you completely naked on several occasions, you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you undressed now, even if he was only going to stitch you up.

Miguel began with wiping away the blood from the skin around your wound. You flinched hard. The pressure he used was light but still painful, and you closed your eyes to fight the grimace that was trying to show. It took you a second to realize that this was the first time he'd touched you in weeks.

Despite your irritation towards him, you couldn’t help but notice how closely he was standing to you. From the corner of your eye, you watched his face as he worked diligently to take care of you. His eyebrows were slightly scrunched as he focused his attention on your skin, and there was only the sounds of his soft, steady breathing in your ear.

When he was satisfied with how your skin looked, he sprayed antiseptic on it before asking, “Do you want something for the pain?” You considered it for half a moment before shaking your head. You had managed stitches before, and it wasn’t as painful as some other shit you’d experienced before.

He waited to see if you’d change your mind before lifting the threaded needle with his forceps. Despite your resolution against painkillers, you ground your teeth as the needle punctured your skin. "Sorry," Miguel murmured softly as he pulled the suture through your skin. He was obviously trying to work as gently as possible, but pain was inevitable with suturing.

Taking a deep breath and closing your eyes, you tried your best to ignore the pain, but with how slowly he was going and how thick the tension was, you knew you were going to need a distraction.

"Are you sure we couldn't have just used butterfly stitches?" You asked sourly as he pulled the thread again. "Yes," he replied firmly. "This is deep. You got lucky, too. If it had been just a few inches over, the blade would've hit your neck, and you'd need a lot more than sutures."

"It wasn't luck," you replied pointedly. "It was skill." Miguel gave a disbelieving snort as he pulled the thread tight. "If you really had skill, it wouldn't have hit you at all," he mumbled.

You huffed indignantly. "Oh, please," you began, "don't pretend like you haven't had to take a few hits before. It's practically in the job description."

Miguel didn't reply as he pierced the needle through your skin again, causing you to wince at the pain. You thought he was going to make some sharp bullshit retort about how he didn't get as hurt as you, but instead, he just sighed.

"This was too close," he murmured at last.

Your defensive attitude softened considerably at his words. Studying his face closely, you realized that he wasn't being critical, he was being protective. With your new understanding, you almost felt bad for being angry at him.

"I've had closer," you told him wryly. He frowned. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?" He asked in a dull voice. You gave a small huff in amusement. "It's supposed to show you that you don't have to worry about me," you explained earnestly.

He didn't say anything to you as he continued sewing up your cut. The sting of the needle caused you to wince again, and you tried to think of something to talk about to distract you from the pain.

"At least I don't have to fix up my suit," you said at last, hoping he would pick up the conversation. Miguel hummed before replying, "It's almost impossible to destroy unstable molecule fabric."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "Well if it was impossible to destroy, wouldn't it protect me from even getting cut?"

"That's not how it works," he told you flatly.

"So then how does it work?"

He gave a short sigh, indicating to you that he was not in the mood to entertain your curiosity. Nevertheless, he did. "The molecules work almost as a form of energy," he explained. "They assess the host molecules and change with them. The suit learns your body and reacts with it."

Another stitch was added, but you didn't feel it quite as much as before.

"When you were cut, it didn't destroy the suit," he continued, "it interrupted it. Your skin was damaged, and the suit left it exposed because your wound isn't the default for the molecules."

You studied his face as he spoke, a smile slowly growing on your lips. When he had finished explaining the science of the suit, he seemed to feel your stare and glanced down at you, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.

"Nerd," you said at last.

That seemed to pull him out of his grumpiness somewhat, and he turned his attention back to your shoulder. "You asked," he mumbled, but the sharp edge that was in his voice was gone.

"So then how does the suit retract into my web shooters?" You asked, genuinely interested in knowing more about the fascinating technology you wore everyday, and it definitely helped distract you from the pain.

"Since the suit can take on an energy form," he explained, "it can be stored in the web shooters as a form of data." You stared down at the web shooters on your wrists. It was amazing that such an unsuspecting piece of technology housed such powerful energy.

"They look just like my old pair," you noted. Miguel nodded, his eyes never leaving your shoulder as he worked. "I know, that's what I was aiming for," he said, "but I was thrown off by the web cartridges you use."

You smirked. "Pretty cool, right?" You said proudly. "I built a system that condenses the water in the air and converts it into a hydropolymer to supplement my web supply. It's not as strong as my original formula, but it saves me from having a web block."

Miguel's eyebrows lifted somewhat as he listened. If you hadn't known better, you could almost say he was impressed. He must've noticed your staring because he turned his eyes to meet yours, and his face softened.

"Nerd," he said.

You smiled in return and rolled your eyes. "Whatever," you mumbled playfully. His lips widened fractionally, and his eyes returned back to your shoulder. You felt more relaxed now. The anger and irritation you were feeling before had disappeared as soon as you saw him smile.

"How's it looking, doc?" You asked after a moment, trying to turn your head to see his progress. “Don’t move your head,” Miguel said and nudged your face with the back of his wrist. "And you're not going to be doing any swinging for the next few days.” Your eyes snapped up to look at him. "It's not that bad," you argued weakly. "I'll be fine."

Miguel gave you a stern look. "In your shoulder, it is that bad," he said. "If you tear this, it's going to scar even worse than it's already going to now."

You rolled your eyes again. "Well, you know better than most that this isn't my first or worst scar," you argued, "and it probably won't be my last." It was true. Your body was covered in scars large and small, old and new, and this was just another addition to your collection.

Miguel didn't reply to you. He had worked steadily from the back of your shoulder to the front, but the closer he got to your neck, the worse the pain felt. You did your best to remain neutral, but you couldn't help the small grunt of discomfort that sounded in your throat. Miguel heard it and asked gently, "Do you want something for the pain?"

You shook your head in response. "I have my own stuff," you told him before a crooked grin pulled on your lips. "But you know what I've heard is a natural pain killer?" You added slyly.

Miguel heard the mischief in your voice, and he looked back at your face with suspicion. "What?" He asked carefully.

In a sweet tone, you answered, "Kissing."

Miguel gave you a disapproving look, but you caught the ghost of a smile on his lips. "I told you not until we get the anomaly," he said pointedly.

You weren't discouraged by his assertion. "I just want to see if it works," you told him innocently. "It's an experiment."

"With an ulterior motive."

"The motive is to get rid of the pain."

He still wore a skeptical look, so you tried again. "It's for science," you explained, batting your eyes at him. After weeks of not touching him, you longed to feel his body against your own.

Miguel was unconvinced. He gave an unimpressed hum and pulled his needle through your skin again. It seemed he wasn't going to budge. Heaving a large sigh, you continued, "But if you don't want to participate, maybe I'll find someone else who does."

Miguel pulled his stitch tight, making you wince. "I bet you think that's funny," he said in a flat voice.

"I bet you don't," you shot back.

"Because it's not."

"Well," you began slowly, hesitating as you wondered if you should even start this conversation with him. You’d thought a lot about him the past few weeks, and barely seeing him for weeks now had made you realize that being a casual fling wasn’t what you wanted anymore. "I know you've expressed many times that this isn't a relationship,” you said carefully, “so I don't really see what the issue is."

Your heart was beating a little faster now. Your words opened the door to a conversation that you were both eager and terrified to have. You wanted desperately to know how he felt about you, about whatever this was between you. You were also nervous that he didn't feel what you felt or want what you wanted.

At your words, Miguel's face darkened. He stayed quiet for a second before he resumed suturing. "If that's what you want," he muttered at last.

There was a tense silence that settled between you. You stared up at his hardened face, trying to determine what he was thinking.

"It's not," you replied quietly, "but being on this break got me thinking."

"About?"

"About how I feel about this whole arrangement."

The tense silence returned. Miguel's eyes were fixed determinedly on your shoulder, and his eyebrows furrowed as he listened to what you said.

"You want to end it?" He asked, his voice level and neutral.

"No," you said a bit too quickly. "It's just..." you trailed off, trying to think of the best way to tell him what you wanted. Doubt nibbled at your mind, and you wondered if this was even a good idea at all.

Miguel noticed your apprehension, and he stopped sewing your wound to give you his undivided attention. His dark eyes met yours, and he was so close to you that it caused your heart to flutter.

You looked away to regain your thoughts. "I know that this is supposed to be a casual thing," you began slowly. "And I know what you said about time and relationships. I just..." you sighed, shifting uncomfortably on the counter. "I don't want to be just a diversion for you, a mindless distraction that you can pick up or put down as you please."

Your face burned as you spoke, and you couldn't bring yourself to look at his face. Miguel murmured your name softly, and you closed your eyes to keep from seeing his reaction.

"If that's still what you still want, that's fine," you continued quickly. "I'm not trying to force you into something you don't want." You sighed as you opened your eyes again. "That's just how I feel," you finished quietly.

Silence enveloped you, suffocating, nerve-wracking silence. After a couple heartbeats, you forced yourself to look up at Miguel. He was still staring at you, but instead of wearing an awkward or even condescending expression as you had expected, his face was soft, almost thoughtful.

You stared at each other quietly for a moment longer before he finally turned his gaze back to your shoulder. Picking up his hands again, he began working on your sutures without reply.

Your stomach tightened anxiously at his silence, and you felt a wave of disappointment wash over you. You didn't feel the pain of your wound anymore now that your mind was racing with what you just said and Miguel's utter lack of response.

"It's not that I don't want it," he said at last. "Because I do."

Your eyes shot up to his face as he spoke. His gaze was still fixed on your stitches, but you could see clearly that he was thinking about what you just said.

"Then what is it?" You asked quietly.

Miguel took a moment to respond, his hands never ceasing their work. "I built my whole life around what we're doing here," he began slowly. "When I say I don't have time for a relationship, it means I can't give you the time you deserve." He glanced over at your face briefly before returning back to your shoulder, his eyes growing distant.

"The last time I let myself get close to someone, I hurt a lot of people," he added quietly. "More than I could ever make up for." He paused for a moment and sighed. "I just don't want to see that happen to you," he said softly.

Your heart ached. You remembered what he told you, how his actions triggered the destruction of a universe. The burden of his past still clearly weighed on his conscious, and you didn't know what to say to him to comfort him.

In the silence following, Miguel tied off the last stitch. With a pair of scissors from the kit, he snipped the line. You looked down at the neat row of sutures that held your cut closed. His work was precise, and you knew it was miles better than what you could've done by yourself.

Miguel was cleaning up his materials, clearly trying to avoid eye contact with you as he did. You watched for a second before taking a deep breath.

"You know, I've learned a lot of things since I was bitten by that stupid spider," you began, breaking the silence around you. "First, pain is unavoidable." You pointed to your shoulder's fresh stitches. "Case in point," you said wryly.

Miguel didn't react to your weak joke. He continued packing his materials away, but you could tell he was still listening to what you were saying.

"My second lesson," you continued, "was that I would always be alone."

Miguel paused, and his eyes turned back to your face. "There was nobody who knows what it's like to be me," you explained. "Nobody who knew what I've sacrificed. I had nobody to trust with this secret life, and the longer I did this, the more I regretted being Spider-Woman."

You stared down at the web shooters adorning your wrists as you contemplated your own words. You had never told anybody this before, not even the other Spiders. You had suffered so much by yourself, and only now for the first time did you feel like you could share your life with someone.

"But when I came here," you continued quietly, "it all changed. Suddenly, I was surrounded by people who did understand, who also felt how I did." You paused again, and you finally looked up at his face. His eyes were watching you with a look of understanding and sympathy that made your throat tighten unexpectedly.

Your eyes broke away from his stare again, and you stated quietly, "When you offered me a place here, I wasn't alone anymore."

Miguel nodded softly. "That's what I wanted," he replied. "A community for people like us." You tilted your head up at him and studied his countenance. "Then why do you still act like you're doing it alone?" You asked.

He sighed uncomfortably, crossing his arms in front of his chest and leaning against the sink counter. "In a lot of ways, I am doing it alone," he stated quietly. "Everyone here enjoys doing the missions, seeing all the new dimensions, and meeting new Spiders. I'm the one who has to do all the damage control, the recruitment, the dirty work." He sighed again and muttered grimly, "I don't always like what I have to do."

You raised an eyebrow at his melodramatic statement. "You know, it would probably be more enjoyable if you actually interacted with the other Spiders," you told him with a pointed look.

Miguel huffed a short breath. "I'm not trying to get close to anyone," he stated firmly. That made you pause and tilt your head in interest. "Then what am I?" You asked, a curious smile pulling at your mouth.

His gloomy expression lifted somewhat as he looked at you. He uncrossed his arms and planted them on the counter on either side of your body, and he stared at your face thoughtfully. You stared back, waiting for an answer.

"You," he began slowly, "were a distraction to take the edge off." You hummed thoughtfully in response, wrapping your legs around his waist to bring him closer. "And now?" You prompted, your eyes falling to his lips.

"And now," he echoed, "you're the person I bring back to my room to stitch up because I don't trust anyone else to do it."

You smiled at him, and your stomach fluttered at how close he was to you. You wanted so badly to kiss him. Your lips yearned for the feeling of his mouth against yours.

"I guess that makes me pretty special," you replied smugly.

A glimmer of reluctant amusement shone in his face, and he tilted his head in mock consideration. "I think 'special' is a stretch," he stated coolly. You placed a hand over your heart dramatically. "Ouch," you gasped. "And you wonder why I joke about going to other people."

He raised an eyebrow at you. "I don't wonder," he stated. "I know exactly why you do it."

"And why is that?" You asked coyly.

Miguel shot you an unconvinced look. "Because it gets under my skin, and you know it," he replied. You smirked, unable to deny the truth in his statement.

"If that's true, then that would make me a horrible person," you told him.

"You are a horrible person."

Your smile widened, and with your good arm, you raised your hand to his chest and let it slowly wander up to wrap behind his neck. "Then why do you like me?" You asked innocently.

Miguel was looking at your lips now, and there was a hint of playfulness in his face. "'Like' is a strong word," he said thoughtfully. "I think 'tolerate' is more accurate."

You rolled your eyes with a smile. "Damn, is there anything in the first aid kit for a broken heart?" You joked. He couldn't stop himself from smiling softly at your theatrics. "You're ridiculous," he said.

You hummed, pulling him closer to your face. "You love it," you insisted. His nose brushed against yours before he repeated, "I tolerate it." You chuckled and gave a careful shrug. "Same difference," you said before pulling his lips down against yours.

You couldn't resist smiling against his lips as you kissed him for the first time in weeks. You were savoring every sweet second of his body against yours. His mouth moved slowly against your own, and he snaked an arm around your torso, making your face glow with a faint blush.

His words echoed in your head. It's not that I don't want it. So, he did feel the same way you did, or at least, to some degree he did. The thought alone made your stomach flutter, and you ran your fingers through his hair while trying to memorize how his lips felt against yours.

When you finally broke apart, you still wore a smile on your face as his forehead rested on yours. "Oh wow, that does help with the pain," you commented. The pain had subsided considerably when his mouth was pressed against yours.

Miguel chuckled and kissed you again briefly. "Consider your experiment a success," he said. You hummed thoughtfully. "I would be an irresponsible scientist if I didn't repeat my experiment to prove its validity," you argued, earning a smile from him before you pressed your lips to his again.

It felt so good to kiss him, especially after the shitty failure that was today's mission, and the warmth of his body melted all your troubles away from your mind. You didn't care about the mission or your injury. He was here with you, everything else could wait.

With your fingers still running through his hair, you grabbed a fistful of jet-black strands and deepened your kiss, pushing your tongue into his mouth with a sigh. His hand on your waist tightened while he grunted softly into your mouth.

Breaking away from your lips, Miguel murmured your name in a low, warning voice. "Hmm?" You replied innocently, looking up at his dark eyes through your lashes. "We had an agreement," he said.

"Yeah, when I was on the team," you told him. "But you just said that I need to lay off for a few days..." you gave him a pointed look, "...which means I'm technically off the team for a few days..." you pulled his face back down to yours, "...which means that our agreement is null and void."

With that, you pressed your lips to his in a deep kiss before he could argue back. It was a weak argument, and you knew it, but you didn't want him to challenge it. You wanted him to want you.

His grip around your waist tightened as he pushed against your tongue with his own. You couldn't help the small moan you gave as his passion began to show, and all the longing you'd been feeling for Miguel the past couple weeks began welling up inside you.

Your lips separated for a moment. "Treacherous," he murmured breathlessly against your skin. You hummed, blinking your eyes open to look at him. His face looked restless, and you knew he was hungry for more.

"So I've been told," you replied smugly as you moved your lips down to his neck. Miguel gave a deep sigh at the feeling of your kisses on his sensitive skin, skin that felt warm and soft to the touch.

In your growing desire for him, your teeth gently nipped his bare flesh. Miguel sucked in a sharp breath at the sensation, his fingers gripping your waist tightly as he whispered your name again. You smiled deviously as his reaction, and your legs wrapped around his hips to bring his body flush against yours.

"Give me more," you mumbled against his skin. Miguel took a second to respond, his breathing ragged as he tried to keep his composure. "You're hurt," he argued weakly. Based on his strained voice, you knew he had all but given in to the craving of your touch. You raised your head up so that you could look him in his dark, restless eyes, noses brushing gently as you were both panting lightly in anticipation.

"Then make me feel better."

That was all you had to say before he kissed you with the hunger of a touch-starved man. He pulled you off the sink in one swift movement, holding you upright with your legs still wrapped around his waist, and walked out of the bathroom to where his bed was waiting for you both.

Finally, you thought. The tension between you these past few weeks had been torture. Seeing each other around HQ after your last encounter and not saying a word in passing was aggravating, and you had been longing for the moment when you could wrap your arms (and legs) around him again.

When his legs hit the side of the bed, he lowered you carefully down onto it. You still had your good arm wrapped around his shoulders, and when he placed you on the top of his bed, you hissed in pain and clung to his body. The edge of your stitched-up wound had touched the comforter, making it sting. 

"Maybe not like this," you said with a light chuckle.

A flash of concern crossed Miguel's face when he realized your pain, and he moved to roll off of you. Still holding yourself close to his body, you rolled with him and found yourself straddling his lap.

With a smirk, you hovered your face over his. "Much better," you stated smugly. Miguel was still assessing your face for any traces of discomfort. "Are you sure you're up for this?" He asked. You shot him a look. You would've thought he was trying to find a way out of it if it weren't for the fact that his fingers were unconsciously trying to move your hips against his hardening cock.

"I've been craving you for weeks," you whispered against his lips. "It would take more than this to keep me off of you." His face gave way to a smile at your words, a true smile that filled his whole face. Fuck, he looked so good. The way he lit up with you knocked the wind out of you, and you could've stayed there forever just admiring the beautiful smile he had before he raised his head to kiss you.

You leaned into him, growing hot with desire. Your suit, so attuned to what your body wanted, retracted all the way back to your web shooters. Miguel's hands traced across the skin of your torso as his tongue slid against yours, and his suit also disappeared from his body.

Feeling his skin against yours set your heart racing. His fingertips felt electric as his hands wandered up your back to unclasp your bra. Careful not to hit your new stitches, he removed it from your body, taking in the sight of your bare body with a lustful expression before lowering his head to take one of your breasts in his mouth.

You sucked in a sharp breath as he moved his mouth sloppily over your skin. Leaning into him, you ran a hand through his dark hair and grabbed fistfuls of the strands. You missed this, the feeling of him exploring your body. It was so much more than taking the edge off now. It was almost like a form of worship.

"Feeling better?" He murmured, tilting his head up to watch your enraptured expression. "Mhmm," you hummed, a lazy smile pulling at your lips. "But don't you dare stop."

Miguel smirked. "Wasn't planning on it," he replied in a low voice. As he spoke, his hands slid down your body and began pushing your underwear down over your ass. Leaning forward, you lifted your legs to allow his hands to remove your last piece of clothing.

You were breathing hard in anticipation now. You placed sloppy kisses on his chest, his neck, practically any of his tanned skin that you could reach. From his throat, the softest little moans sounded in response to your touch, and each fueled your desire. In your desperation, your teeth grazed his skin again.

His breath caught in his throat, and his fingers dug into your skin. You smirked, enjoying his reaction to your teasing. "You like that, don't you?" You observed slyly. Before you could give him the opportunity to respond, you bit down on the muscle at the base of his neck, not enough to be painful but enough to leave a mark.

He moaned loudly, an unrestrained sound that demonstrated the power you had over him. You released the skin between your teeth before moving them up his neck and biting him there, gentler than before. You were fairly certain he stopped breathing for a moment as you bit down on his soft skin. When the moment passed, you let go again, moving your mouth up and nipping his earlobe.

Miguel was practically paralyzed by your touch, and you could feel his heart racing wildly under your hand. He was completely at your mercy, unable to stop you even if he had wanted to.

But you knew he didn't want you to stop.

Still holding a fistful of his hair, you pulled firmly and tilted his head back to expose his neck to you. Letting his earlobe slip out of your teeth, you moved your mouth to his jaw, placing a kiss on the skin there before gently biting it.

He groaned your name. There was a desperate edge to his voice that made your cunt ache for him. When you moved your lips up to his, he kissed you with such fervor that it was less like he was kissing you and more like he was trying to devour you, like being completely pressed against you wasn't close enough.

"I need to...be inside you," he gasped, his lips still trying to kiss you as he spoke. He sounded as breathless as you felt, and when you opened your eyes to look at him, his eyes were hungry with his desire for you.

Maybe if it hadn't been so long since you'd been together, you would've prolonged the teasing, exacerbated his frustration, but you found that you were also desperate to feel him inside you. Every inch of your body burned for him, and you knew he burned for you, too.

Settling back down slowly on his lap, you allowed Miguel to guide your hips to his cock. Your forehead rested against his, and you gave a small gasp when you felt the tip tease at the entrance of your pussy. Giving Miguel another messy kiss, you lowered yourself down his length.

God, he felt good.

Your head lolled back as he stretched you out so perfectly for the first time in weeks. Miguel released a hot breath against the skin of your neck, his hands holding your hips tightly as he slid into your tight cunt.

"Oh, fuck," he whispered. "I've missed this."

If you had been in a clearer state of mind, you would've pointed out it was his own damn fault for making the stupid rule in the first place. But right now, the only thing on your mind was that you needed to move your body against his.

Raising your hips up again, a loud groan spilled from your lips. You'd almost forgotten just how big he was. His cock was buried deep inside you, setting every nerve on fire. Every muscle in your body tightened with the feeling of his dick sliding out of you, and your hands, one still in his hair and the other holding onto his back, curled tightly as you clung to him.

You moved back down again, your eyes closed tightly with the sensations of riding him. Miguel's hands gripped your waist tightly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as you moved slowly up and down the length of his cock. His breathing was shaky, and so was yours. Neither of you said anything as you took the time to reacquaint yourselves with the feeling of each other's bodies.

You soon grew impatient with the slow pace you were keeping. You raised your hips off of his lap with greater need, grinding your pussy down hard against him as you did. Miguel's reaction was immediate, and you heard a growl deep in his throat. His hands encouraged your pace and eased some of the effort off of your knees.

The sound of your ass smacking against his lap filled the air, and combined with the sounds of his heavy panting, it only fueled your lust-crazed mind. Blinking open your eyes, you looked at Miguel and found that he was staring up at your face. A shimmer of sweat gleamed on his forehead, and his lips were parted as he breathed hard.

Your eyes locked with his dark gaze. Even as you continued to move along his length, you couldn't help but feel utterly paralyzed by his stare, so brazen and intentional, completely in awe of you. It made you feel powerful, revered.

Loved.

You managed to break out of your paralyzed stupor and crash your lips down on his. Now, you were the one who felt as though you couldn't be close enough to him. Even with his cock pumping in and out of you with ever-increasing speed, you wondered if there was anything that could satisfy your need for him.

Your pace was uncontrollable now. Small, whining moans escaped your mouth with every rise and fall of your hips. Miguel's fingers dug into your waist tightly, and he grunted as he pulled away from your lips.

"Wait," he gasped quietly.

Your eyes snapped open, and you froze. Was something wrong? Were you doing something he didn't like?

Miguel's face struggled to compose itself. "You need to slow down," he finally said. You stared at him for a second before you understood what was happening.

A wicked grin grew on your face. "Why?" You asked deviously. Miguel shot you a glare, his chest heaving. "You know why," he grunted. "Just slow down."

Still wearing your devilish smile, you started moving your hips again. "I don't want to," you told him, your words sounding almost childish as you choked back a whine. Miguel cursed under his breath, squeezing his eyes shut as he fought against the pleasure your cunt brought him.

"Wait, wait," he groaned again, trying to hold you still. Now, this was a power trip if you'd ever felt one. You knew you were only a few moments away from causing him to unravel. Now, he was begging you to ease up because he knew he couldn't last against you.

You grabbed his jaw in one hand, forcing his face to look up at you. "Why should I?" You demanded to know. He was panting hard, and his eyes seemed hazy and unfocused.

"I need to take care of you first," he managed to breathe. You huffed an amused breath. He never failed to get you off, and despite the fact that you were more than happy to finish him off in record timing, you were inclined to let him take over for you.

Miguel placed a soft kiss to your lips. "Let me take care of you," he pleaded in a whisper. "Let me taste you."

The thought alone of what he could do with his tongue was enough to make you moan. Instead of replying, you kissed him hard before lifting your hips up off of him entirely. You felt a twinge of regret from the loss of his cock inside you, but when he slowly rolled you over, the rush of anticipation quickly replaced it.

Miguel pulled you to the edge of the bed, careful not to cause your stitches to hit the comforter. With your good arm, you were propped up by your elbow while he slowly moved down your body. He placed tantalizing kisses on your throat, your collar, your breasts, your stomach, practically every inch of your body he could see. With every kiss, you felt like your body was slowly being set on fire, and you moaned impatiently as he slid off the edge of the bed and wrapped his arms under your thighs the way he loved to do.

When his mouth finally landed over your pussy, you nearly fell back against the bed. A cry of pleasure tore from your throat. The hand you weren't leaning on came up and grabbed his hair while you squirmed in his grip. His lips were sealed over your pussy. He was alternately sucking at your clit and circling it with his tongue. You struggled to breathe as he continued working at a careful pace.

"Miguel," you gasped, your thighs flexing beneath his hands.

Miguel moaned against you, his movements growing faster and faster. His head pressed firmly against you. Your heart was pounding furiously in your chest as you tried to keep your arm from buckling. His tongue moved expertly against you, lapping hungrily at your swollen clit. You tugged at his hair as you tried moving under his arms, but his grip kept you in place.

Your head fell back with a long whine. You knew at the rate he was going that you weren't going to last long. He was all too familiar with the way your body worked, and he knew exactly where to focus his efforts to get you off.

Lifting your head up again, you blinked your eyes open to look down at him. Half of his face was blocked by your arm, so you released the hold you had on his hair, letting your hand trace the edge of his face. His dark eyes were gazing up at you intently, watching your every reaction.

Letting your hand fall away from his face, it rested on your thigh as you let out another high-pitched moan. Without stopping his tongue, Miguel released his grip on your leg and took your hand in his. You looked down at him and squeezed his hand while he continued swirling his tongue over your pussy.

"Don't stop," you panted, your stomach tensing from his movement. He tightened his grip in two quick pulses, and even though his mouth never left your cunt, you could practically hear the words he was thinking—I won't.

Your legs were shaking now, and you barely had the strength to keep yourself up off the bed. Pleasure was taking over your body and coiling at your stomach. Miguel knew you were close by the quickening of your breath and the tightening of your grip, his tongue maintaining its steady pressure.

Finally, with a loud cry, your body began trembling under his touch. You squeezed his hand hard as you came against his mouth. The feeling of ecstasy burned in every part of your body while you struggled to breathe from the pleasure that had now completely overwhelmed you.

Miguel eased his pace to lazy circles, his eyes alight with smug satisfaction. You writhed under his mouth, growing restless from the overstimulation you were beginning to feel. "Oh, fuck," you gasped, moving your hips to escape his warm tongue. He let you move away from his face, releasing his grip on your hand and thigh.

Miguel pushed himself off the ground and began crawling over your body. "See?" he said in satisfaction, sounding out of breath. "I'll always take care of you." You moaned again, still trying to recover from your high. "Careful O'Hara," you managed to say. "Don't make promises you can't keep."

He smirked down at you, his lips and chin glistening with your wetness. Pushing forward, his body forced yours down. You wrapped one arm around his shoulders, clinging to him to keep from laying on the bed. "Not like this—my stitches," you whispered.

Miguel froze for a second before placing a hand behind your back to help you up. "How do you want it?" He asked quietly. You took a second and bit your lip as you considered the myriad of ways he could fuck you.

"Like before," you decided finally.

His subtle smile returned, and he rolled off of your body and onto the bed. Pulling yourself up, you straddled him again, though perhaps not so fast since you were still hazy from your orgasm. His hands guided you back down to where his cock was waiting for you.

Miguel rested his head on your good shoulder as you lowered yourself slowly back down on him. His hot breath fanned against your skin as he groaned at the feeling of your wet pussy around him. You let out a strangled gasp, feeling yourself stretch out again for him. You moved slowly, still halfway stuck in the stupor his mouth had left you in, and everything was still so sensitive for you.

Gradually, you began moving again. Miguel's arms wrapped tightly around you, pressing his body up against yours. His skin felt like fire—burning, consuming, enthralling. You rested your head against his as his strong arms helped lift you up and down his length.

"You feel so fucking good," he grunted quietly against your cheek. "You don't understand...what you do to me." Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulder as he spoke. The movement of his cock inside you made it difficult for you to formulate a response, but you managed to choke out, "Tell me. Tell me what I do to you."

He groaned softly. "You drive me fucking crazy," he muttered. "I can never focus when you're with me—," he groaned again, "—but I can never stop thinking about you when you're not." His arms were moving you up and down faster as he spoke, and you could tell he was fucking out his frustration. "The way you smell," he continued breathlessly, "the way you feel, the way you look when you're cumming all over my cock."

You gasped sharply, the combination of his words and his increasingly desperate pace rendering you speechless. "I want to have you every second...of every day," he murmured in your ear. You were panting hard against his skin while his cock continued driving deep into your aching cunt.

"Then have me," you whispered so quietly that he wouldn't have heard it over the lewd sounds of your fucking if it hadn't been said directly in his ear. "Have me every day."

He groaned, and turning his face, he captured your lips in a kiss. The taste of your pussy still lingered on his mouth, and you moaned softly against his lips. Everything felt so good, and when you broke away from your kiss, you looked deep into Miguel’s eyes and whispered, “I’m yours.”

And just like that, Miguel's body tensed, and with a long moan against your skin, he came inside you. You stilled as he held you tightly against his body. Beside the sound of your heart beating furiously in your ears, there was only your heavy breathing to fill the silence between you.

You could've stayed like that forever, feeling his strong arms wrapped around your body, hearing his breath against your ear. Your body still buzzed with pleasure, and there was nothing in your mind except that cursed phrase you fought so hard to ignore, the one that whispered to you constantly in the back of your brain every time you looked at Miguel.

I love you.

Over and over, it echoed in your mind, begging to be spoken. You'd heard it nagging in your heart for a while now, and you had tried your best to ignore it. Even after weeks of next to no contact, your feelings hadn't wavered for him.

Now, as you sat there wrapped in each other's arms, you felt those words ringing louder than ever, and for one dreadful moment, you thought you might say it out loud.

No—no, you couldn't. A bolt of fear yanked the words off your tongue. You couldn't jeopardize this. It was too precious to you. Even if this was all you could have, the occasional fuck, sleeping together knowing that he would always have to leave for something more important than yourself—wasn't it better than nothing? Wasn't it better than before when you were all alone? Especially now that he admitted to feeling something real for you, you couldn't ruin it with those three words.

Miguel finally moved when he turned his head toward yours. Your noses brushed against each other for moment as you both gasped for breath before your lips pressed down on his. You moaned against him softly. Still holding your body to his, he leaned back against the bed, bringing you down with him so that you lay on his chest.

After your breathing began leveling out, you shifted, allowing his cock to pull out of you with a groan. You slid off his chest onto your good shoulder with your body still pressed against his. You lay there like that for a while in comfortable silence, enjoying the feeling of each other's warm skin.

"It's been too long," Miguel sighed, finally breaking the silence. You smiled. "And whose fault is that?" You asked as you looked up at him. A small smile formed on his lips. "You were the one who swore you'd catch Ghost," he pointed out. "Is it my fault for believing you?"

You scoffed. "It's your fault for making that stupid rule in the first place," you argued. There was a quiet chuckle that rumbled in his chest. "It's called compromise, sweetheart," he said smoothly. "I can't let you have everything you want."

You tried to keep a straight face, but his snark caused your lips to quirk upward. "And why not?" You demanded to know, propping yourself up onto your elbow to look deep in his eyes.

Miguel looked at you with a subtle smile still adorning his face. "Because then everyone is going to complain about how I favor you over everyone else," he replied evenly. "And then, one by one, they'll all leave until it's just you and me."

You hummed thoughtfully. "That doesn't sound so bad," you said, settling back down next to him. "Just you and me against the multiverse."

He hummed as well. "Just you and me," he repeated, and in his voice, you could hear him imagining it, the two of you together across every universe.

You had imagined it before, too. You and Miguel, together, always, through everything. It was such a sweet dream, and yet the truth was the bitter chaser that always followed your longing—different dimensions, different lives. What future could you have together?

If Miguel was thinking the same thing, he didn't say it. He seemed content to just lay with you in silence while his fingers gently caressed your arm.

After a moment, you sighed. You could feel Miguel's head turn to look down at you in curiosity.

"You know, I meant what I said before," you told him softly.

"Hmm?"

"About being more than just a fling you can ignore outside of the bedroom," you explained.

"Ah."

You felt his head turn back up to stare at the ceiling, but his fingers still brushed against your skin. "I mean, is that what you still want?" You asked, lifting your gaze to look at his face. "Be honest."

There was a beat of silence before he quietly answered, "No."

You waited, hoping he would say more. He sounded almost reluctant in his reply, so you could tell there was more to it.

It was Miguel's turn to sigh. "I don't—I don't want this to be casual either," he began slowly. "I want it to be real, but I can't give up my work here. I won't. And one day, you'll hate me for not putting you first."

You scoffed lightly at those last words. "I could never hate you," you told him. There was a slight pause before he muttered, "Don't be so sure."

It could've been a joke, but the way he said it was so serious, it made you pause, and looking up at his face, you found there wasn't any traces of humor. You pushed yourself up a bit to face him better. His eyes moved back to you, and you held his stare for a moment.

"I could never hate you," you repeated in a soft, earnest whisper. Miguel didn't respond, he only watched you carefully before a tiny, sad smile pulled at his lips, looking as though he wanted to believe you.

"Careful," he murmured. "Don't make promises you can't keep."

You smirked at him and leaned in close. "I'll try my best not to," you said before closing the gap between your lips. He kissed you gently before pulling away to say, "And I'll try—about what you want, I'll try."

Your heart leapt, and there wasn't anything you could do to contain your smile. "Thank you," you whispered before kissing him again. You could feel him grinning against your lips, and his arms pulled you close. When you broke apart, you settled back down next to him.

"If they all start complaining though, I'm blaming you," he said. You chuckled. "Fair is fair," you replied. "If they don't like it, they can leave." He huffed in amusement. "Until it's just you and me?" He asked.

"Until it's just you and me."

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Um you asked for prompts and I was thinking if you could pretty please write Pepper breaking up with Tony, and well although it was hard he moved on and after a while he started dating Peter feeling loved, and maybe altough Pepper was the one that ended the relationship she wasn't able to move even though she tried. She tried to find a way to get back with Tony thinking maybe Peter was just a phase and a notch in Tony's belt, but she was very wrong, and now has to carry with her mistake. Thank you, and I hope you have a good time on your time off ❤️❤️

It's been a year and half since Pepper gave Tony back the engagement ring. The last near death heroic save the day experience was a bit much. The last straw as she told Tony.

She packed up her bags and moved out to work from California. She was leaving Tony, not the company.

After a year, Tony and Pepper were back as friends. Tony even came out to California to show Peter the office there.

He told Pepper that Peter had never seen a true beach. It was a short visit, but it brought back memories. And she started to really miss Tony.

But a month later, when she called Tony; wanted to tell him she was thinking of coming back to New York. Friday answered and said that Tony was busy but if it was an emergency she would patch her through.

" Lab time isn't a reason to close people out. Patch me through"

" I'm sorry Ms. Potts but Boss is not in the lab. He is out on a date."

That caused Pepper to pause. Friday wouldn't have divulged that unless she was making a point. Tony was off limits to her now.

Then a few weeks go by and she tells Tony during one of there weekly business calls that she plans on making a trip out to New York. Probably will stay a few months, maybe more. Tony was fine with it, tells her he will set up a floor in the tower with her.

She wasn't expecting to have a floor so much lower then what she expected. There were more then 15 floors between the lab and closer to 20 between Tony's private quarters.

After a few weeks, Pepper finally finds out who Tony is dating.

" This meeting is important Tony! Even if you only stop in for 20 minutes."

" I'm going to be upstate with my boo. I could video in. Maybe. But depending on how busy I am" Tony wiggles his eyebrows and has a big smile on his face. "But then again Peter might take away lab time again if I put off my duties..."

Pepper rolls her eyes. " Whatever Peter has to get you to do your job. Then you can go run off with your boo. "

" Well seeing them as one and the same thats easier said then done"

"What?"

Tony pauses and spins around in his chair that was at his work station. He watches Pepper for a moment, head tilted, before his eyes widen and he snaps his fingers.

" Ah... you don't know. I'm dating Peter..."

" Teenaged Spiderman??"

"Hold on now! He is 21 now and its only been for the last 6 months. I thought I told you?"

Pepper rolled her eyes. " You said you were dating a pretty young thing. Not your one-time fake intern hero worshiping Spiderman little genius this could cause such a scandal Tony!"

" No scandal! Everything by the books. We are fine Pep"

Shaking her head, she sighed, " If you say so, Tony, but at least warn me so I can run P.R. when you are done"

Tony didn't talk to her for a week after that. But Pepper knows Tony. He indulges too much. He will either get bored with Peter once the novelty runs out, or Peter will break it off when he gets jealous of how much Pepper knows Tony.

Pepper easily slotted herself back into Tony's life. Everything was pretty much the same. The only thing is she just wasn't physical with him like before and that she wasn't going to bed with him. But they acted the same.

She had a secret weapon, though, her red suit. Custom designed by Tony, his favorite hot rod red color, Tony could NEVER resist her in his suit he made. At around midnight, she walked down to the lab, and she frowned when the door wouldn't open.

" Friday, I need to speak to Tony"

" I apologize Ms. Potts but Boss is unavailable"

" Its important Friday, just open the door."

" Let me clarify. Boss isn't in the lab. Peter has already carried Tony off to bed. Tonight was date night and Tony is required to sleep a minimum of 6 hours. "

Pepper blinks and stares. She has never been able to get Tony out of the lab. Ever. The most she ever got was sweeping in, they leave to make love, and then Tony would leave her to come back. Only two hours of sleep if they shared a bed from Tony, if that.

Tony has never given up lab time. For anyone. But for Peter it seems.

It dawns on her. She has seen Peter hand things to Tony. Peter putting a reassuring hand on Tony. Peter brings food to Tony to make sure he eats. Peter is working alongside Tony in the lab. Tony appears more relaxed. He seems less stressed and happy.

The familiar ache starts in her chest.

She has missed her chance.

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Update on my current runs!

Silkina the Bard Waveservant -

She got the Volo eye (not pictured) and has been helping her friends while looking for a cure. This is my first "good" solo run, so it's a lot of content, more than I'm used to! Definitely going slower than my usual, but still a lot of fun! Also never realized how funny Karlach is lmao. Just getting to the goblin fight so we'll see how it goes! Very excited to get Wyll's party scene!! Silkina is sassy, but kind and really an outlier among other waveservants because of it. Well, she's really good at connecting with others at least. Despite it being odd, since most Waveservants (especially clerics) are quite standoffish and introverted, Silkina focuses on making her outgoing nature work for her, sharing the might and fury of Umberlee with her words (and music).

Also.. after getting the Volo eye and almost everyone disapproving, I noticed Wyll didn't.. but he didn't have a ! either. I had her talk to him anyway and he was like "Welcome to the one eye club! A woman with one eye is very intriguing c:" and I giggled.

Efeniti (Spawn Astarion ending AU run) -

In the exact same place it's been for a few weeks lmao I have not touched this playthrough. I AM SCHTALLING. I know what you're thinking... because I'm an AA fan... but really, I just can't emotionally handle the break down scene after he brutally stabs Cazedor. Or the brutal stabbing. I am really not ready for that. I have my own feelings for why and what it makes me experience, but maybe if I actually go through with it this time, I can talk about it (it's not that bad, I'm just procrastinating).

This version of Efenity is who she would be if she hadn't lost the woman who was like a mother to her. If she had been able to have a somewhat normal life and become a private magic teacher in the upper part of the city. She's much kinder and able to temper herself much better.

Efenity (Canon AA romance run #whatever) -

This is idk like the 5th time I've played as Efenity. I've lost count 🤷🏽‍♀️ Most of these runs, I only got to Act 3 and only 2 I've gotten to the final fight and couldn't win it after trying over and over. This time I plan to finish it!!! I want my epilogue, dang it! I killed Minthara this time, at the party. There was a leftover from EA with a voiced Tav scene. If you killed Minty and the goblins at the party, that night or morning after(?) there's some conversation and Tav says something in the cut scene! ANYWAY... I tried it and it didn't happen 😭😭😭 I either did it wrong (I attacked before Minty had her murder cutscene) OR they patched it out of the game! I could go back and try it again, but I barely won that fight and it took me SO many tries (mostly due to needing to long rest).

But! Regardless! Even though I didn't get that cool voiced Tav scene... I have added Efenity killing Minthara and the goblins at the party to her canon story. Because it just makes sense that she'd do that. Originally, she just uses her to get to Moonrise but I scrapped that. While Efenity just sees the tieflings as collateral damage, she knows Shadowheart was struggling with that whole ordeal which did bother her... she cares for SH and she is her first real friend. And with Minthara insulting her for not wanting to sleep with her, on top of it...

Efenity was like OKAY. Time for you to go, ma'am.

Solenia Omraebra, the Drow Cleric -

I've only had her for about a week and I love her. She's also been through at least 6 different hairstyles 😭 Solenia is my newest Tav, a Drow and cleric of Eilistraee! She's very studious and scholarly. I don't know much about her beyond that yet. Still working on her backstory and whatnot, BUT she is good to a fault. She wants to save everyone, in every way that she possibly can. Even those she probably shouldn't get close enough to, to try to save. Even those she is told are irredeemable. She's romancing Gale! She's just getting through Act 1 stuff and almost to the goblin camp!

[andieperrie18]

champagne problems

A/n: I'm a horrible writer, I know. I just deleted the original one again cause its far from the plot that I had intended. I'm really sorry. I just love hurting myself with my own writing. I don't dislike Ada, I just needed plot and basically vent the pain I put myself though while reading some angsty Leon fics. But here it is chapter one, the official chapter one of i don't know how many. Pray for me guys. Please bear with my english and grammar, I'm no English proficiency professor. For now feel my pain.

Warnings: Angst, Confrontation, Hurt no Comfort, just pain I guess, I don't know if its really angsty

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader (post re 6)

Series: that vacation you're looking for

Y/n could only watch her fiance run through chaos and debris just to get to the woman red. The woman she's been competing with ever since she first found out her with Leon, even though she shouldn't. But when you're significant, others aren't really doing a great job of reassuring their fiance for their constant interaction with the woman in red. It didn't help that Y/n and Leon were partners therefore encounters with Ada were prone to happen at a few missions. 

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Y/n's fingertips glide deeply over her forehead, her lips releasing a rather long sigh as if she's carrying a rather heavy weight over her back. It didn't help that the skies decided to darken outside the coffee shop as she nervously waited for him. Her hands join together until her fingers begin fiddling, the cold metal band on her ring finger pulling her back to awareness as to why she is sitting in an almost empty coffee shop. The ring felt cold on her skin despite it being in that same finger for a long while now. Seeing it reminded her of that scene back in Lanshiang a few weeks ago.

Y/n did her best to not let the radiating chemistry and playful banter between the two get to her. Because as far as she know, Leon's marrying her, he had promised his future with her and hers alone that he has tied the knot for almost few years of working together since their first mission to save the president's daughter from the cult of Los Illuminados in Spain.

And yet, there she was, a crowd in the commotion that precedes. Leon leaping into action as he cradles Ada close to him as the mutated Simmons sends a barrage of debris towards them. She guessed Leon was so caught up with the chaos that he didn't notice his comm pick up his exchange with Ada.

"Ada? Can you hear me?"

"Don't let it end like this…"

"If you're Ada, you can pull through this… we both can…"

Y/n could have retaliated then and there. But she just heaved one big puff of air and released it slowly. Her eyes fall and soften as she listens to Leon. His tone was soft, sweet and loose.

It wasn't like he didn't speak to her that way when they are together and intimate. But the way he was bare and unguarded with her hammered larger cracks in Y/n hear. The patches that she had placed on those openings, the distrusts, all tore open like a poorly stitched wound. This scene is tearing every little band aid, tape, and thread that held the large pieces of her heart together.

As if it was a shattered piece of mirror, bare hands keeping each piece together. Like every bit of her remaining hope for him was clutching each piece together like a broken embrace.  

"Hey babe…"

Y/n barely heard his voice, it was only when he placed a nuzzled kiss on the side of her head that broke her from her heartbreaking trip down memory lane.

"Sorry, I got caught up with Hunnigan, did the wedding planner need something?" He asked as he took his seat on the chair across her, but like before she only stared at him.

"Hey…" Leon called, his tone soften in worry as his veiny and calloused hands took her smaller yet rough ones in his, his fingers gliding over the ring on her finger. She still didn't answer him, it raised an alarm in him, maybe it was the mission a few weeks ago. It might have taken a bit of a toll on her.

"Y/n, I'm here. Do you need something? Let take you home, let's talk–"

"I'm tired," she finally replied.

He sighed and smiled small, "I guess muscles are still sore. Come on, let me take you–" he shifts of his chair.

"I'm tired of you Lee…"

A cold chill ran through his hand that's holding hers as he looked dead set on her. Confused and hurt. 

But her eyes were blank. Devoid of the usual spark it usually has when she's with him. When did it lose it?

"What do you mean–"

Her hands slipped away from his as he slumped back in his chair in distaste at the sudden confession. Was she seeing someone other than him? Did she find someone else? 

"I'm tired of fighting for you," she continues, gaze dead set on his troubled one.

But Leon wasn't dumbfounded for too long as he finally put the pieces together. This reaction might have something to do with the mission in Lanshiang and the encounter with Ada. He gave out an annoyed sigh leaned forward on the table across from her.

"Look, Y/n, you know how Ada means to me but you don't need to overthink about her. I'm marrying y–"

"I saw you. I heard you." She went on, yet her voice cracks in every syllable that Leon picked up immediately. His fiance was breaking apart in front of him. It was only at that moment that he finally took in her state.

Dark bags under eyes, lips slightly chapped, skin pale, her that was tied in a loose ponytail nearly looked neat. She was as gray as the darkening sky outside the cafe.

"Y/n, I–"

Leon paused as Y/n finally moved in her seat, leaning forward against the table. Her gaze went to the metal band on her hand, staring at it. The male across from her wished that what he was thinking she was gonna was not what was actually going to happen. But her other hand's finger pinched the ring and began to twist and turn it off her.

Leon's hand went to stop her but she had already had it off and took his hand. Y/n opened his palm, and placed the ring inside. The cold metal almost felt prickly on his rough and calloused hands.

"I think this ring isn't for me at all," she whispered, yet loud enough for him. Leon was too stunned to speak as he could only stare at her. Like his world just crumbled down as he felt the metal on his palm. But he was pulled back from the trance when he felt Y/n familiar warm palm on his cheek, thumb rubbing his rough stubble.

"I didn't mean to go this way but… Leon I'm falling apart… everything is just too much and I don't feel like myself anymore," like a dam, tears spilled her eyes, Y/n tried not to break into an all out sob.

"I'm sorry Leon, I'm sorry," she continued before leaving her seat

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Y/n ended up in a random train ride to who knows where it will go to. She just needed to be in a place where she could cry and guilt trip herself. She will be reminded of Leon's back on her as he faced her empty seat across from him, hands fiddling with the silver band that was once on her fingers. That scene will forever be etched to her mind as she buries her face in her hands.

Leon was still at the cafe. Still fiddling over the silver band as his mind went over how much Y/n apologized over and over to him as she shakingly handed the ring back to his hand after telling him that they can't be together. But what hurt was that he knew that she was not the only one at fault. He knows it. He ran away again. Instead of assuring her that it was not all her. It was his action that led to his fiance's distrust and anxiety. But he didn't say anything as she broke down before him, he was clouded by the anger of her decision.

Y/n curled in her seat breaking into quiet sobs. She cried and cried and yet somehow the weight that rested on her shoulder a few hours ago slowly fluttered away.

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She'll patch up the tapestry that I shread

[sea-creature-things]

Grimwalker Things

Chapter 1: Fangs

Alternative title: all the times Hunter could've told his friends he's a Grimwalker and then didn't.

Hi! I'm starting my first multi-chapter fanfic. It's basically a collection of Grimwalker headcanons. The stories take place in the human realm, in the time skip of Thanks to Them. The chapters are loosely connected and (mostly) wholesome. This first one is definitely light-hearted! :)

You can read here under the cut or on AO3. Link here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53015821/chapters/134123059

It's been only two weeks since the witches crash landed in the human realm. Luz had led them towards her house in the pouring rain, which didn't hurt them... It was a strange sensation. The human realm by itself was very strange. Willow had not expected that they would adapt so quickly.

Luz's mom had opened the door, getting the scare of her life. Her daughter had finally come home, but she was covered in wounds and bruises. On top of that, she'd bring 4 witches with her in the same condition. But Camila is a saint, she welcomed everyone into her home.

That night, Luz had introduced them to a basilisk named Vee. She had sought out refuge, just like them, months earlier. Then Camila and Vee had helped them patch up. They had explained everything that happened. But if she were honest, Willow had felt incredibly numb that night. She couldn't do much, Amity had been a much bigger help. Being able to explain most things very calmly.

Luz was assisting her, knowing exactly what her mom wouldn't understand. Hunter had been completely focused on Gus, sometimes looking around the room suspiciously. Willow remembered he looked smaller than normal, Gus too. His experience of the human realm was tainted, the one thing he had dreamed off for years was ruined. It was a horrible night, but at least now they were safe, warm and healthy. Well, getting there at least.

However, to Willow's personal surprise, they all got used to their new living arrangements very quickly. At the end of the first week, they had already established a routine. They had learned all sorts of human things. They even had a few fun outings. (Mainly to the grocery store, which Gus was over the moon about.) Hopes were high.

They also worked on a way back home. They were planning to get the portal door working again. Somehow. But before that they would have to clean the old house a bit. Fix it up. Though, they mainly tried to distract themselves.

One thing the squad did to keep their spirits up, was play games. Gus had even come up with one himself: Whoever made Hunter laugh would win. What would they win? Nothing really, the sound itself was prize enough.

Willow and Gus had noticed how he rarely ever laughed. The first time they heard his genuine laugh was 6 days into their stay. The sound was amazing and contagious. So, the Emerald duo made it their mission to hear it again.

Dark humor seemed to do surprisingly well. But so did puns, which wasn’t surprising at all. Flapjack was the current record holder, but he's totally cheating.

Through this game Willow realise something. Hunter would always cover his mouth when laughing. Then she noticed he'd do the same thing when he yawned. It was kind of cute, in a weird way. She thought he must just be insecure about his tooth gap.

One morning Hunter sat down in the living room where everyone else had already gathered. The morning-people were watching tv, while the not-morning-people were grumpily trying to wake up.

He spotted Willow on the couch, so he sat down next to her. She was one of the grumpy ones. Sprawled out lazily, her feet far away, her arms slack and her spine looking miserable. Hunter didn't want to say anything about posture though. Not again.

It was Sunday. Miss Camila didn't have to work, so she slept in. Breakfast would be approximately an hour and a half later than normal. But Hunter still woke up at six.

He told the others it was just habits. Which was technically true, but he really wanted to do chores while everyone else was sleeping. That way he wouldn't have to 'have a talk' about it.

This morning, he had tidied the living room, swept the floors, cleaned the downstairs bathroom, and set the table. Breakfast was still half an hour away. The other kids had slowly been waking up and trickled into the living room. Hunter then made coffee before joining them.

He put his coffee mug down on the little table in front. Avoiding Vee who was sprawled out, similarly to Willow, next to (and over) the table. She was also one of the grumpy ones. Gus was in front of the table, looking at the tv with wide eyes. Absentmindedly trying to find the straw of his orange juice with his tongue, and failing.

"Morning." Willow's drowsy voice came from beside him. She lazily turned towards him and smiled sweetly, closing her eyes like she would fall asleep again.

"Good morning." Hunter said a lot more cheery. He couldn't help but smile at her antics. He felt his cheeks getting hot, which had become a regular occurrence lately. It was very strange for him.

"You're a big fan of coffee huh?" Willow said with a tired smile. Trying to come up with a pun to make him laugh. But she couldn't thing of anything, it was too early! So, Flapjack would retain his leaderboard position. For now.

“Yup! I love me some dirty bean water in the morning.” Hunter grinned with an eye on Luz, who was cuddled up with Amity on the big chair. Both of them were morning people, but still slow and tired.

Luz cringed loudly at his sentence, like he had hoped, and Hunter smile grew even wide.

"Ugh! Whyyyyy!" She whined.

“HA!” He laughed like this was his personal victory. Some of that Golden Guard snarkiness shining through.

Willow noticed something in that moment. His mouth was wide open and his tooth gap was in full display, but there was something else…

His incisors were sharp. Like really sharp. Like really, really sharp. Like Eda-sharp.

“Whoa! Hunter, do you have fangs?”

Gus spit out his orange juice. Hunter immediately covered his mouth and looked at Willow bewildered.

“No.” His voice was muffled.

“You’re a terrible liar.” Amity was now wide awake, trying to look into his mouth from where she sat.

“What?! Let me see!” Luz raced over to the couch.

“No! I don’t have-“

“Come on~ show them to us!” Willow was now extremely close to his face. He tried to back away but Luz was on the other side.

“Y-Yeah Hunter, show us!” Gus looked just as excited, but his voice wasn’t like the others. There was a trace of… something in there. Whatever it was didn't stop him from joining Luz's side.

“Fang twinsies!!” Vee gasped loudly. She had apparently also woken up, turning around as fast as demon-ly possible.

Suddenly Hunter was surrounded by everyone trying to look into his mouth. It all happened so fast, it felt like switch had flipped. Everyone was wide awake now, the room was full of energy. He was stammering and trying to find anywhere to focus on. But everywhere were eyes, and expecting smiles. He blinked rapidly and felt his breathing getting a little irregular.

“I don’t have fangs!!” He yelled and jumped over the back of the couch. Running to the basement. He felt incredibly embarrassed. His face probably reflected that too, looking like a blond tomato. All he wanted to do was run and hide.

Upstairs all the kids saw their oldest run for his life. Wide eyes and gaping mouths. Most of them too stunned to speak.

"He totally has fangs." Amity smirks.

"Amity!" Willow slaps her shoulder lightly. Guilt was already clawing at her heart.

"What?" The pink haired witch didn't seem to understand it yet. "You're the one who brought it up."

Willow pouted. This was not helping her rising feelings. Gus patted her head, he understood. Luz did the same with Amity to calm her down. It worked like a charm, it always did.

"I think we messed up there." Luz laughed nervously. Willow nodded, looking at the hallway.

"Yeah... we kinda swarmed him." Vee said with the same expression. "I mean, he jumped over the couch."

"Oh..." It finally clicked in Amity's head. "Right. You're right. We should go apologise."

"Or at least check up on him first?" Gus offered. "Should we all go?"

"I'll go." Luz said as she stood up. "He's probably fine, we just embarrassed him."

The room filled with a few 'yeah's and 'totally's as she walked out. Vee began to joke with Amity about the incredible leap they witnessed. Gus assured Willow the whole thing wasn't that bad.

"So... what did they look like?"

"Gus!"

"I didn't get to see 'em!"

Luz descended the stairs. She found Hunter sitting crosslegged on his makeshift bed. He was holding Flapjack on one hand and scratching him under the chin with the other. The bird and his owner were laughing and cooing at each other. The little palisman had clearly calmed him down successfully.

"Hey buddy." Luz called out when she got to the bottom of the stairs. He didn't startle, so she figured he'd already heard her come down. Hunter didn't turn towards her though.

"Hey..." He kept his attention on Flap. His ears turning a soft pink again.

"We kinda overwhelmed you there, huh?" She asked coming closer to him. This time he turned his head to her direction and nodded. Maybe he was still a little affected.

"I'm sorry about that." She offered. "We all are."

"No, no, it's okay!" Hunter finally said. "I'm sorry."

"What?" Luz sat down next to him, hugging her knees. The human gave Flapjack some scritches too. "Why are you sorry?"

Hunter didn't say anything for a while. He just looked around the room for a bit. And continued to pet Flap, who then chirped at him.

"I don't know." He admitted softly.

"Is it a Grimwalker thing?" Luz whispered. She was just as paranoid as Hunter that someone would somehow hear them, anytime they talked about it.

"Probably." Hunter sighed. Luz bumped her shoulder against his and he returned the gesture with a smile.

He really didn't want to talk about this, but he had no choice right now. Flapjack chirped some soft reassurance. He hopped from his hands to Luz's knee, cuddling against her face. Then he settled in his witch's hair.

"Can you help me with a story for the others?" Hunter asked her. Luz looked at him surprised, then became excited. That was a rare sight lately.

"Of course!" She sprang up. "What if, after years of gruelling training, your teeth adapted to an aggressive lifestyle?"

"Uh-"

"OR, or! What if, you sharpened them to make yourself look more menacing?" She held her hands like claws in front of her. Hunter laughed and stood up next to her.

"I was thinking something a little simpler?"

"Oh..." Luz smiled awkwardly. "They can't be fake, you can't take them out."

"Mmmh." Hunter ruffled her hair. "Got any more creative ideas?"

"Ah stop that!" Luz swatted at his hands. He could even see a little sparkle in her eyes now. "Okay. What if, you have them instead of a bilesac?"

Hunter tilted his head at her, encouraging her to continue.

"Like, you don't have organic magic, but you do have other traits. Like fangs!" she said it like it was an amazing accomplishment.

"That could work... maybe." Hunter held his chin and thought about it.

"Yeah! And-"

"Kids! Breakfast is ready!" Camila's voice came from the top of the stairs.

"We're coming mom!" Luz shouted back. Completely forgetting the sentence she was just about to say.

"We'll just have to go with it." Hunter looked at her worried. She touched his shoulder with a sweet smile.

"Don't worry Hunter." She said reassuringly. "It'll be okay."

Hunter sighed, throwing the tension from his shoulders. He ruffled her hair again. Then she barrelled into him for a hug. It felt weird at first, he still wasn't used to this. But he soon relaxed and it actually felt rather nice. Luz squeezed tight before letting go, and let him towards the kitchen with Flap flying in between them.

The duo stood in the doorway and everyone turned to them. The room was filled with apprehension and awkwardness.

"What happened?" Camila looked between them. Vee and the witches had helped her make a big Sunday breakfast. With waffles, eggs and a tiny bit of bacon. Yes, it was more expensive then simple toast, but this was important to her. And to these poor kids.

Luz slapped Hunter's back hard. The tension that had climbed back onto his shoulders fell off again.

"We overwhelmed Hunter a little, but he's okay." She said cheery.

The room relaxed, relief on everyone's face.

Luz walked over to her mom to help her with the last waffles. Explaining everything in whispers.

Hunter followed a few steps so he'd be insides the kitchen. Gus bounced to him and they did their secret handshake. It was his way of checking if his buddy was actually okay. Gus lit up afterwards. Then he punched him awkwardly in the shoulder.

"Sorry for swarming you back there."

Amity, Vee and Willow chimed in with 'yeah's and 'sorry's of their own.

"Nah it's okay." Hunter punched him the same way back. "I was just a little embarrassed about the... well, t-the uh... you know."

He gestured to his mouth, blushing a little. He refused to say fangs.

"Can I see them?" Gus pumped his fists, looking up with stars in his eyes.

"I wanna see them too!" Vee climbed over the kitchen island and joined Gus's side with the same pose.

"Wait wait wait! Me too!" Luz ran over to make the duo a trio.

Hunter looked at each of their excited faces bewildered. He couldn't believe this. Amity sighed with her hand pinching between her eyes. Willow shook her head, looking amused.

"They don't learn, do they?" She whispered to her friend.

Hunter wasn't completely surrounded, so the urge to escape was less strong. But still!

"Pleeeeaaaase?" The trio pleaded. Three sets of puppy-eyes staring at him.

Hunter looked at the girls for help. But he was met with smirks. He would not be rescued today. He sighed and scrunched his nose. Looked down at their stupid little faces one more time. Then pulled his upper lip in a way that they could see his teeth.

Luz and Gus squealed. Making his embarrassment ten times worse.

"Fang twinsies!" Vee gasped again.

"They're not fangs." He muttered stubbornly.

"Alright kids, settle down." Camila called, secretly also curious about theses supposed fangs. "Breakfast is served."

Hunter couldn't be more grateful about the save. And the table full of delicious food. They all quickly took their seats and happily devoured everything.

Breakfast was peaceful and fun. Afterwards Amity raised her hand.

"Can I ask now?"

"Sure." Hunter sighed

"Why do you have fangs?" Everyone was curious, but Amity was a girl who needed answers. Hunter appreciated that about her... most of the time.

He looked at Luz for support, who gave him discrete thumbs up. But now all eyes were on him and he's never been good at lying.

"It-it's because um... I'm only half a witch." He laughed awkwardly. "Can't draw spell circles, but I get sharp teeth!"

"Don't call yourself that." Willow scrunched her nose.

"Ah no. I didn't mean it like that, I'm just..." Hunter pleaded inwardly with the Titan to make him better at improv. "I'm different in those things. Just those two things."

Luz tried not to facepalm. Hunter wasn't doing great. Vee looked at her sister knowingly, who sent her a begging look. Discretely of course.

"That makes sense." The little basilisk offered, like a guardian angel. She was way better at lying.

"Yeah, it's very interesting." Amity looked convinced.

"Don't worry bro." Gus patted his shoulder. "We love you just the way you are."

"Uh thanks." Hunter laughed awkwardly again. Finally able to breath once more.

"Just don't call yourself that again." Willow said, her voice sweet but threatening. Hunter nodded fiercely.

"Yes. I mean no! Um, I promise."

A few mornings later when Hunter entered the kitchen, Luz ran over.

“Show me them fangs!”

Hunter looked away, not really wanting to comply. It was just them and Camila. The rest wasn't awake yet, but they'd be here soon.

“Show. Me. Them. Fangs!”

Luz punched his stomach with every word. Not hard or anything, it felt more like tickling. Hunter was glad that she seemed to love his teeth so much. But he refused to admit he had fangs. It made him feel weird.

“Come on! Please!!”

Apparently fangs were a big deal to her. Willow seemed to be impressed with them as well, Amity didn't really care and Vee was happy. Gus was just happy he had something to tease him about.

Hunter was glad that the gang hadn’t asked too many questions. They'd accepted his lame excuse very easily.

“Fiiiiiine.” He sighed, raised his upper lip and opened his mouth.

“Yehes!”

He was never living this down.

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Hi! Thanks for reading! I had a lot of fun planning and writing this. I want to post the second chapter on Friday next week. It's about the very popular Grimwalker headcanon surrounding Palisman. I'm very excited :))

[midgardianminx]

What Big Eyes You Have

Pairing: Stalker Bucky x female reader

Summary: A dark"ish" (I'm talking very light grey here) Bucky one-shot. Light stalker vibes, but like in a hot way?

Rating: Not Rated - while this fic is not explicit, this blog is. Minors be gone.

Notes: I wrote this at the pumpkin patch last year and never looked at it again. Some dude was singing Lil' Red Riding Hood on the karaoke stage and this is where my mind went. I had intended this to be part 1 of a few, but that didn't happen. As such, Bucky's name isn't even mentioned in this, but he's who was on my mind at the time of writing. (Although I suppose you can imagine anyone your heart desires because why not?)    

Cross-posted on AO3

You step out of the office at 6:25, straggling behind all your other coworkers who have long since left. So predictable. He’d only been watching you for a week and he already knew your schedule better than you did.

It was late fall, and while you rarely got extreme weather it was pretty reliably drizzly and foggy. It was dark already and the light rain made visibility even worse, but that didn’t stop you. You lived close enough that you always walked regardless of the weather, feeling confident and safe enough to arrive at your cozy small studio where you’d light your candles, slip into your cozy clothes, and heat a microwave meal to enjoy on the couch while zoning out to your favorite ghost hunting show. It was cute to him how far off base you were, never realizing the danger that could lurk in any corner for someone like you. But lucky for you, you had him. You didn’t know it yet, but you had the attention of the biggest predator the city had seen in decades. No one would be able to get close to you without going through him.

He slips out onto the sidewalk walking in your direction. The drizzle is a blessing to him; a good omen. A sign that the fates are on his side. Everyone is always so distracted, even without the rain, but the rain makes people even less aware, too focused on getting to their destination as quickly as possible. Not him though, he is deliberate about everything he does. Nothing is an accident.

*bump*

“I’m sorry miss, are you ok?”

He barely bumped you, but it was enough to startle you out of your thoughts and to force your gaze up to him. Perfect.

“Oh yeah, no problem.”

You smile up to him before quickly averting your gaze and continuing on your way, attributing the heat you felt in your face to the embarrassment of bumping into a stranger, but he knew the truth. He noticed the hitch in your breath and the increase of your heart rate. Your body betrayed you, and it was the confirmation he was looking for.

You’ll learn the truth one day and you’ll accept it, be grateful even. But for now he’ll let you live in your safe make believe world. He will remain a charming stranger, and this will remain a chance encounter. He won’t shatter your reality, yet.

[lullabytaeyong]

Pumpkin Patch - R!🦊🐻

✦✧✦✧ Ageretober Day 1 ✦✧✦✧

Summary: Yeonjun and Beomgyu get to have an adventure at the pumpkin patch with their cg’s

Word count: 1,060

Beomgyu and Yeonjun held hands as they followed Soobin off the big van they all took to the pumpkin patch. None of them had ever been to one before, but with halloween approaching and two littles begging to go, they took the leap. It was slightly overcast and a little breezy, but overall a nice a day to be outside for awhile. Kai decided to dress up the two regressors in complimentary outfits according to the weather. Since they were the only ones who felt small that day, he took his opportunity to baby them. Yeonjun reported feeling small that morning, bursting into the bathroom while Soobin was mid shower and stating that he was 6. Beomgyu on the other hand, had to be dragged out of bed and spoon fed his breakfast. He made no effort to wake up even though it was well past 10am. Barely a word came out of his mouth for hours, so they assumed he felt much much smaller than Yeonjun.

The cozy knitted sweaters they were dressed in were made by the same artist and were a stripy combination of moss green, rusty oranges, and browns. In the middle of Beomgyu's was a fox with it's front foot up, and on Yeonjun's was a sleepy brown bear. Kai thought having them wear each others animal representatives was the cutest thing in the world. And he was right. The two walking hand in hand, in matching brown corduroy pants and handmade sweaters was a sight to see. Beomgyu waddled along with his eye drooping closed, as they all headed towards the field. He fell asleep on the way there and couldn't wake up.

"Look! There's so many!!" Yeonjun gasped, pointing enthusiastically ahead of them. He dropped Beomgyu's hand and sprinted ahead of everyone, even Soobin, who was supposed to lead.

Poor Beomgyu, stopped in his tracks and pouted with a whine. He watched Soobin jog after the other regressor and felt left behind, but he didn't have the energy to run. Just when he was about to start the water works, the two youngest's appeared at his side. He looked up at Kai, on his right, and silently lifted his arms up.

"Uppie." He mumbled.

"If you insist." Kai gave in easily and hoisted him up, appreciating the head nuzzle Beomgyu gave him on the side of his neck.

"You have to stay awake if you want to pick a pumpkin, Beoms." Taehyun chided lightly.

Eventually, the trio caught up to Soobin and Yeonjun and started looking around. Nearby, at the fence on the sides of the pumpkin patch, were hay bales and big flat rocks to sit on. Kai decided to take a seat with Beomgyu for a few minutes and gave him his paci, covering it up with a black paper face mask. He talked to him to get him more awake and aware, so he could keep up with the rest of them.

"I want the biggest one!" Yeonjun exclaimed to Soobin, pulling on his arm.

"We'll see about that. Start looking, but watch your step. You don't want to twist your ankle." He explained. Yeonjun nodded scampered down the row of pumpkins they stood at.

Soobin didn't have to search too long for a decent looking pumpkin, so he ended up with Kai on the sidelines, watching Yeonjun frolic. He ran, crouched, inspected, and ran again. He made a big loop around the entire field and went up and down multiple rows. There had to be a big one hiding somewhere. Taehyun slowly trailed behind him, stopping now and then a few times before picking up a tall pumpkin. It had a dent and looked more like a bean, but that's what gave it character.

"That's ugly." Yeonjun laughed when he circled back to Taehyun.

"Hey! You wouldn't want to turn into a pumpkin and be called ugly, would you?"

"No..." Yeonjun sighed. He gave the pumpkin a pat and set off again.

Meanwhile, Soobin and Kai were trying to convince Beomgyu to take a look at all the options. He was the one most desperate to go the week before, but now he was being stubborn. When Kai tried to put him down, he just slumped to his knees and started crying because of the dirt.

"Come on, Beomie. Let's go find a pumpkin to carve. Then we can get something from the farm stand, okay?" Soobin said gently, throwing in a casual bribe for Beomgyu's sake. If they didn't get him to participate he'd wake up the next day mad at his little self.

"Hmph." He whined, as he hoisted into Soobin's arms this time.

"You can put whatever you want on your pumpkin, baby. A kitty face, a funny face, a monster...maybe even Elsa." Soobin tried to get him engaged. An Elsa pumpkin was probably way out of their skill set of zero, but he was willing to try.

"E'sa?" Beomgyu wondered.

"Yeah! Kai-ah, what are you going to make?" Soobin asked, crouching with Beomgyu to look at a small group of pumpkins, looking at the sides of them all.

"I don't know, yet. Maybe your face. It might be too scary." Kai teased, grabbing a random pumpkin, as Soobin sent him an unimpressed look that made him laugh. Beomgyu also found it amusing and giggled cutely.

"Oh, you think my face is funny, Mister?" Soobin smiled, tickling his belly and letting him squirm out of his arms. Beomgyu shrieked playfully and ran away a few feet.

His attention was quickly caught by the damp dirt under his boots that left footprints behind. He stomped his foot just to see one appear and spotted a round pumpkin about the size of a soccer ball. It was a bit dusty, but his regular adult subconscious knew it was a good pick.

"D'at one!" He called out happily to Soobin and Kai.

With all their choices made, the only person left was Yeonjun.

"Where's Junnie at?" Soobin asked, squinting as he looked over the wide field.

"There..." Taehyun chuckled, pointing to the left. Yeonjun was wrapping his arms around in different ways, trying to lift a abnormally large pumpkin into a wagon.

"Yeonjun! If you can't carry it, leave it." Soobin shouted, without an ounce of malice, just to reach his ears.

"But its perfect!" Yeonjun called back, sulking.

[thevelria]

Emerald (ErenxReader) ~Chapter 6 -Tantrum~

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Author's note: 31.000+ characters. It's a long ass chapter.

It contains drinking alcohol, blood, some lemon and an accident during sex. 

Enjoy the chaos~

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The weekdays flew away in a blink, you were doing plus hours every single day, but there was one thing, which saved you from going insane. It was a short week, because of the upcoming holiday you had a long weekend, from Friday till Sunday.

On Thursday you were already daydreaming of a calm and mostly problem free weekend. You had your moments with Eren during the days, but it seemed he finally understood you and since you opened up to him, he kept his distance you asked before. It didn't bother you at all, you felt relieved, focusing on your job.

You just got back from the kitchen with a cup of hot coffee, when you noticed the message on your laptop.

Jean:

-So, did you think about Friday?

-Not really, to be honest. This was a hell of a week with these plus hours. I don't want to be an ass, but I want to relax on these free days.

-What about Saturday? 🙂 And don't say you don't know...

-Will you be angry if I refuse Saturday, too?

-Yeah...I'll be hurt to the bones😭 It's just a dinner...I would like to get to know you better 🙂

-Fine...just a quick dinner. No drinking, no parties!

-Deal!

-Y/N! -you heard Sasha's voice from her desk.

-Yeah?

-Come here, if you have a second.

You walked up to her, seeing a huge smile on her face, offering you a free chair next to hers.

-What's up, Sash?

-I've been wondering with the girls, if you would like to join us tomorrow for a girlish day?

-Uhm...What do you have in mind?

-Shopping, eating, watching the newest action film in the movies. C'mon it's gonna be super fun! You look so burnt out nowadays, I'm sure you need to relax -she winked at you- Annie and Historia would love to get to know you better too.

-Well, yeah. You must be right. I need to relax a bit.

-Awesome! -she laughed with sparkling eyes- I'm gonna text you later with the details.

It surprised you as well that you were looking forward to hang out with them. It's been so long, when you spent time with girls. Even if you had some friends, they all lived in the city you moved out of, not to mention they had a family, husband and children. So yeah, it wasn't the same anymore. You were the only single in your group.

You decided to wear something comfy since you were about to just chill. A simple light blue jeans, with a black tank top, which had the symbol of your fav anime on it. The patch of the Wings of Freedom placed right above your heart with the motto "Shinzou wo Sasageyo" under it. Yeah, you were an adult, but it didn't mean you couldn't dress the way you felt like. You were a nerd, so what? You slipped into a black Converse and grabbed your jacket. You agreed to meet them around 1pm before the biggest mall in the city.

It was past 1 and you were swearing like a lady, because you couldn't find a free parking spot. You heard your phone ringing and it made you even angrier.

-Hey, Sash -you picked up the call, putting it on speaker.

-Where are you?

-I'm here, just trying to find a fucking parking spot...oh wait I see one. I'll be there in a few mins -you hung up.

Historia and even Annie looked nice, they smiled and greeted you with a big hug. As you were wandering in the mall, looking for a shop to go to, Historia walked next to you, hooked her hands on your elbow.

-So, Y/N -she chirped- How do you like our office?

-It seems fun so far -you smiled- I'm sorry I didn't have time for you guys this week. It was such a rush.

-Nah, don't worry -Annie said from behind you- We know how it is.

-Sasha talked about you 24/7, so we really wanted to hang out with you.

-All of you are way too sweet -you laughed. It really felt good. Having these strangers around you, who were claiming for your friendship. You felt somehow special...maybe important. It was a strange, but exciting feeling at the same time.

-I told you at the dining hall, girl -Sasha chimed in- You are cool, so we like you!

-Thanks, really -you blushed- You are cool, too. For real.

-Guys! -Annie gasped- I need to go in there -she pointed at a lingerie shop- I need to get something special for Armin, it's gonna be our anniversary soon.

You all followed her immediately, starting to check the supply. You found some really naughty pieces as well and even if you had no one, you felt the urge to get them. A blood red lace bra with matching french penties and a black-turquoise push up bra with a matching tanga were the ones you immediately fall in love with.

-What did you get? -Historia asked curiously after you left the shop -Wow, hot -she winked at you, peeking into your bag.

-I know right -you laughed out loud.

Annie got a super sexy, seethrough babydoll with lace penties. The smirk on her face told all of you that she was confident that her man was going to love it.

-You and Armin are such a cute pair -you admitted- I saw you guys at work and I have to tell you, you are so cool together.

-Hah, thanks, Y/N -she laughed- He didn't give up and finally I gave in.

She saw the confused look on your face, so she continued as you were walking to the next shop.

-Armin is Jaeger's best friend. I knew Eren before and he was the one who introduced me to Armin. I found him cute, but that's all. Armin kept hitting on me, but I rejected him every single time. Then Eren told me to go on a double date with him and Mikasa and of course Armin.

The name of his wife made you shiver, but you tried to act cool. You couldn't let anyone notice that Mikasa's name made you feel nauseous.

-So, I accepted the offer and yeah the rest is history -she blushed from head to toe. It was clearer than the sun that she was head over heels. So madly in love with her man, it almost made you jealous.

-Yeah -Sasha chuckled- Back then Jaeger was fun to be around. Not like nowadays. Sometimes I hate, when I see him in the office with that annoyed, depressed look on his face all the time.

-He's cool to be around. He can be really cute and fun - you said, slamming your hand against your mouth after you realized you said it out loud.

-Oh, I'm sure -Historia smirked- We all see how he acts around you, but with us he's a total dick -she laughed.

-Are you and him a thing? -Annie asked, raising one of her eyebrows.

-No! -you said strictly- Of course not. We are just friends, that's all.

Sasha looked at you from the corner of her eyes, but kept silent and you loved her for that more than anything. You knew she wasn't stupid since she saw and heard things she shouldn't have had to.

-Who's hungry? -you asked, trying to change the subject. Sasha screamed out loud and headed to her favorite fast food restaurant in a blink of an eye.

-I'm so full -Sasha cried, tapping her tummy with her tiny hand.

-You ate the whole fucking menu, Sash -Historia laughed- Of course you are full.

-I was hungry -she shrugged.

-So Y/N -Annie turned to you- What's up with Jean?

-With Jean? -your eyes widened- Why?

-He was so full of himself that you agreed to date him -she smirked- Telling everyone proudly that you didn't reject him.

-Date? There's gonna be any kind of date -you pulled an annoyed face. -He asked me to have dinner with him tomorrow, but that's all.

-So it's a date -Historia giggled.

-Nope -you shook your head- Plus I heard he's a womanizer anyway.

-What? -Sasha looked surprised-Who said that?

-Does it matter? -you raised one of your eyebrows.

-Well since it's not true... -Annie shrugged.

-So who said that? -Sasha asked again.

-Eren.

-That son of a... -Historia laughed out loud- Well, Y/N. I have to tell you something. Jean is the most faithful and adorable guy I know. He's not a player, nothing close to it...

Her words felt like blades into your heart, because it meant Eren lied to you and you felt angry and offended at the same time. Why did he lie to you? Why did he want you to believe that Jean was an asshole?

-Oh...-that was all you could press out from yourself.

-It seems Jaeger wants you for himself -Annie clicked her tongue.

-Girls, please... -you rolled your eyes- I don't date my coworkers anyway.

-Well, you definitely should give Jean a chance. Believe me, he's an angel -Sasha smiled softly -What about buying you a hot ass dress for tomorrow? -she raised her brows up and down.

-Well - you hummed- yeah, why not?

-That's the spirit! -Annie winked at you.

Historia claimed she knew a shop you would love and was sure that you would find something special for the occasion. Well she was right. You picked a snow white, tight dress, which ended just around the mid thigh and had a decent cleavage. Plus you found a black leather jacket with some silver zippers.

~Your outfit~

-He's going to drool like a dog -Annie laughed, seeing the stuff you bought.

-Good -you smirked. Even if you didn't plan to do anything with him, you felt mad at Eren and somehow it felt like you wanted to punish him by going out with another man.

Speaking of the devil, your phone started to ring.

-Who's that? -Sasha asked.

-Nobody -you smiled, rejecting the call from Eren. But he didn't give up and called you again in an instant -Oh for fuck's sake -you rolled eyes. Sasha picked the phone out of your hand.

-Who's dickhead? -she asked, raising one her eyebrows- Oh wait -she started to laugh, while answering the phone -Jaeger, is it you?

-Sasha, give back my fucking phone -you sighed angrily, but she refused to do so. You felt like in high school again and it honestly wasn't a pleasant feeling.

-Sasha, why do you have Y/N's phone? -he asked confused.

-Why are you calling her anyway?

-Sasha...phone...now -you said strictly with a dangerous look on your face. Sasha gulped big, but screaming in the phone before handing it back to you -I love your contact name...Dickhead!

All the girls bursted out in a loud laughter. You facepalmed yourself, before holding the phone to your ear.

-What do you want? -you asked annoyed.

-Dickhead?

-Yep, that's how I saved your number -you said with a cold tone.

-Fucking hell -he laughed. You thought he might get offended, but he found it actually funny- I should change your name, too...what about Cold ass bitch?

-Sounds perfect -you cracked a half smile- Sorry, but I need to go. I'm busy.

-Yeah -Sasha yelled into the phone- She's busy with buying naughty clothes for her date with Jean!

-Sasha! Shut up! -you shook your head.

-Are you going out with Jean? -he hissed.

-As I know it's none of your business. Not to mention the fact you lied to me about him -you started to lose your cool. You felt your blood slowly boiling. He stayed silent, which proved the fact he really did lie to you.

-Y/N, I can explain...

-Bye, Jaeger! -you hung up the phone.

You tried to collect yourself and faked a huge smile like nothing happened.

-Soooo...which movie? -you kept smiling.

As you were sitting in the movie, watching a pretty cool film you felt your phone kept buzzing. You thanked God for putting it into a silent mood before the movie started. You took a quick peek, seeing Eren kept messaging you without a break. You ignored it anyway.

After the movie ended you hugged goodbye to the girls and headed home. You really did have fun with them and you were grateful for it. Historia made you promise you were going to hang out with them more from now on.

When you stepped in the house your phone started to buzz again.

-God damn it, Jaeger! -you cursed, checking your mobile. But it wasn't him, but Jean.

Jeanboy:

-Hey, beautiful. Tomorrow 7pm would be okay to meet?

-Hey, handsome. Sure, perfect.

-I'll pick you up😘

After you gave him your address, you checked your texts from Eren.

Dickhead:

-Y/N, I'm sorry about lying.

-Please let's talk about it, okay?

-Y/N stop ignoring me...damn it!

You rolled your eyes and ignored him anyway.

***

The next day was about you being extra lazy, laying in bed, watching TV, reading and sleeping a lot. Eren hasn't texted you since yesterday, but you didn't mind it. Around 4pm you started to get ready for the diner. Taking a hot, relaxing shower, putting on some makeup. As it wasn't about a party you chose some natural eyeshadow colors, with black eyeliner and fake eyelashes, making the look perfect with a matte, chocolate brown lipstick. You curled your hair, letting it down. You got ready just in time, slipping into your black heels, when you heard a light knock on your door.

-Good evening, beautiful -Jean greeted you with a wonderful bouquet in his hand.

-Hey -you smiled right away.

-I brought this for you -he handed you the flowers.

-Thanks -you nodded, still smiling -Just a sec, I put them in water -you rushed back, looking for a vase.

Jean opened the car door for you, acting as a real gentleman.

~Jean's car~

-You look beautiful -he added as he got in the car as well.

-You look pretty good, too -you smirked.

He was wearing dark blue jeans with a navy blue buttoned shirt, the last three unbuttoned with a casual suit jacket. His semi long, brown hair and his mesmerizing light-brown eyes made him look super handsome.

Jean took you to a fancy restaurant in the city. It made you surprised and felt a little underdressed.

-You should have told me that you wanted to take me to a place like that. I would have picked another dress then.

-You look perfect, don't worry -he chuckled.

-Good evening, sir -the girl at the counter greeted him.

-Evening, I have a reservation for 2. Name is Kirstein, Jean Kirstein.

The way he talked made your body shiver, you had no idea why, but he looked way too charming.

A waiter walked you to your table, making sure one of his coworkers was on his way to take your orders.

-What would you like to drink? -Jean smiled at you.

-Maybe some wine? -you furrowed your brows, checking the drink list.

-Please bring one of your best wines...with a whole bottle -he smiled softly.

-Yes, sir -the waiter nodded, walking away in an instant.

-I have no idea what to eat -you giggled, slightly shaking your head in embarrassment.

-Me neither -he laughed out loud.

You've been browsing the menu for long minutes before finally choosing a meal randomly.

-I was afraid you would cancel my invitation -Jean looked you in the eye.

-Why?

-I don't know. I was almost sure you and Jaeger are a thing or something -he shrugged.

-I told you we weren't anything -you sighed annoyed.

-So it means I have a chance? -he smirked.

-I didn't say that either -you laughed out loud.

-I like that you seem unreachable, you know -he admitted.

-I don't just seem like that, Jean -you leaned closer, lowering your voice with a naughty smile on your face.

-We will see -he poked his inner cheek with his tongue.

The night went smoothly, you laughed and talked a lot. He was talking about the way he got into the company. The difficulties he had to face every single time someone found out he was the son of the CEO. That he had to work twice as hard as anybody there, because he just had to prove his rightful place. You found him truly honest and at some point you really felt sympathy for him. Like Sasha's words rang in your ears as she was talking about Jean being an amazing human in general.

The food was really delicious, not to mention the wine. You were aware not to drink too much, though you felt you were getting a tiny bit tipsy.

-Thank you for this amazing night, Y/N -Jean said as he opened the car door in front of your house.

-I can say the same, I really did have fun with you -you smiled slightly.

Jean walked you to your door, standing in front of you, while you were facing him with your back to the door. You knew what he was waiting for, or at least you thought you did. But you weren't stupid, sleeping with two of your cowerks within only a few weeks. Nah, please.

-See you on Monday? -you pulled an awkward smile.

-I would really love to get to know you better, Y/N -he grabbed your wrist softly- I want to date you and make you mine.

-Jean, please...-you sighed.

-I can be a perfect boyfriend and I'll prove that -he smirked- Just let me do it...- slightly leaning in for a kiss.

You hesitated, kissing him would have been a huge mistake, right? Yeah...it was. As his soft lips touched yours with so much tenderness, it sent shivers down your spine.

-Good night, beautiful -he broke the kiss, leaving you speechless on the porch.

***

On Monday morning Jean was all smiles, feeling above the clouds. He really liked you and the kiss you shared made him feel special.

-What's up Kirstein? -Connie greeted his friend in the kitchen.

Almost all the boys were waiting in the kitchen to prepare a coffee to start the day with.

-Not much -he shrugged- I had an amazing weekend -he kept smiling.

-Who is she? -Reiner asked with a smirk.

-Wait -Connie raised one of his eyebrows- Y/N accepted your offer, didn't she?

-Shut up! -Jean blushed.

Eren was standing behind them with his mug in his hand, listening carefully to the conversation. Rage builded up in him second by second.

-Oh, she definitely did -Bertholdt laughed out loud.

-Did you kiss her? -Reiner smirked.

-Well...-Jean clicked his tongue proudly- Her lips are as soft as they look -he admitted.

-Bro! -Connie punched him in the shoulder, being proud of his friend.

Eren clenched his jaw, not noticing he tightened his grip on his mug until he accidentally crunched it into pieces.

-Fuck -he hissed as he felt a sharp pain in his palm, seeing blood spreading everywhere.

-What the fuck, Jaeger? -Reiner looked at him in shock.

You stepped into the kitchen just to witness Eren's bleeding hand.

-Oh my God -you rushed to him- Are you okay?

-Fuck off! -he hissed at you, leaving the kitchen immediately.

Eren avoided you all day long and you truly didn't understand what was going on. Jean stepped by your desk from time to time. Inviting you for smoke or coffee breaks and you happily accepted it. As you were standing outside, smoking you turned to him.

-Do you know what's up with Eren?

-Not really -he shrugged- Okay, he might have heard me talking about our date -he blushed.

-Our what? -your eyes widened.

-About Saturday night and about our kiss.

-For fuck's sake Jean -you raised your voice- Why did you have to talk about it anyway?

-Why? Is it a secret? -he pulled a face- I thought you didn't care about him.

-It's not like that...it's just... -you tried to defend your actions.

To be honest you didn't understand either why you reacted so offended, but you felt guilty.

-It wasn't a date -you said with a strict tone, spun on your heels, heading back to the office.

You saw Eren at his desk with a sad and pissed off look on his face. You would have loved to walk up to him, talk to him, but you knew it was the best just to leave it. Thoughts were rushing through your mind and you made a decision. You already dragged yourself into a fucked up situation and talking with him in front of everyone would have made it messier anyway.

At the end of the day you all were about to leave for the beer session. Except Eren, who refused and rushed out of the office without even looking at you. Yep, he was totally mad at you. Everyone noticed that something was off, but they thought Eren had just one of those days. Days, when he was a total asshole. But you knew that you were the reason behind his act.

This time Connie was the loser and the driver, he cursed under his nose, because he really wanted to drink some booze. Well maybe next time. The evening was fun, though. You laughed a lot, drank four or five bottles of beer, and chatted with the girls. Jean kept his eyes on you, but didn't know how to act before the rest of you, since you left him really confused during the day.

-How was the date? -Sasha asked you, while dropping herself down next to you lazily. You were the only one at the table, since everyone else was busy playing pool.

-It wasn't a date, Sash -you pinched the bridge of your nose.

-Yeah, sure. Then how was the night, which was not a date? -she moved her brows up and down.

-It was okay -you shrugged.

-Okay? That's it?

-Yep, that's it.

-Did he kiss you? -she smirked.

You didn't answer, but the slight blush on your cheek gave you out in an instant.

-Oh, he definitely did -she laughed out loud.

-Shut up -you laughed now as well.

-Look, everyone knows he's a softy. He would treat you like a princess, if you'd let him -she put her hand on your shoulder. -But please don't play with him, okay? He's a good man and doesn't deserve his heart to be broken.

-I'm not playing, I'm just...I don't even know what I want -you admitted.

Because that was the truth. You were afraid and confused, all the rules you stuck to and all the things, which worked so great so far, seemed to fall into pieces.

-We all have our stories, Y/N. But you need to decide what you really want. Jaeger is a broken man, he's miserable and mostly a freaking asshole. But Jean is different, he would bring down the stars for you if you'd tell him so -she smiled softly.

She knew...was it so obvious to everyone else too? Maybe this conversation, maybe the alcohol in your system, maybe everything at the same time, but you felt the knot in your chest. Tears building up in your eyes.

-I'm so fucked up, Sasha -you snobbed, laying your head into her neck. She hugged you tight, caressing your back up and down.

-It's okay. I'm here, if you want to talk okay? -pushed you back straight, looking into your eyes- You are not alone. We all are here for you -she hugged you one more time.

-Thanks, Sash...really -you tried to pull a smile.

-What's up, girls? -Jean walked up to you two and looked worried the second he noticed you were crying -What's wrong, honey? -he sat on his heels next to you.

-Nothing -you faked a smile- really. Just Sasha's words made me soft for a second -you laughed out loud, wiping your tears quickly away.

-Are you sure? -he furrowed his eyebrows, not really buying your response.

-Yep!

The night was about to end and you craved nothing else, but your bed. You felt exhausted and mostly confused. You put on your 'I'm fine' mask, so everyone believed that you were truly okay. You faked it so many times during the years that it wasn't even a hard thing to do anytime anyway.

After you walked out of your bathroom you checked your phone, didn't really know what you expected. Maybe a text from Eren, maybe from Jean. You shook your head and placed the phone on your nightstand. As you laid under your blanket the feeling of Eren laying next to you rushed through your body and made you shiver.

-Fuck, I really need to stop this madness -you hissed, being mad at yourself.

During the night you woke up for a loud knock on your front door. You slowly opened your eyes, listening carefully, not being sure you heard it right. The next knock was even louder and harder. Yep, you definitely heard it well. As you crawled out of your bed, you couldn't stop yawning.

-What time is it? -you rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand, reaching for your phone -2 in the fucking morning? -you hissed in anger- Who the fuck is it at 2am? -you walked up to your door, hearing the third, aggressive knock.

-I'm coming -you raised your voice- There's no need to break my fucking door -you cursed under your nose.

The second you opened it, your eyes widened, witnessing a super wasted Eren in front of you.

-What are you doing here? -you raised your eyebrows. You were truly surprised.

-Why did you kiss him? -he clenched his jaw- WHY? -he yelled, trying to stand straight.

-Are you drunk? -you asked the obvious.

-Answer me, Y/N! -he took a deep, annoyed breath- Tell me!

-Go home, Eren -you shook your head, trying to close your door, but he blocked it with his foot.

-I thought you liked me -tears started to build up in his eyes. It made you surprised, confused, terrified.

-Come in -you sighed- And please stop yelling on the street. It's fucking 2 in the morning.

The pain in his eyes was real and it made you feel guilty right away.

-So? -he clenched his jaw.

-Eren, I thought I made it clear for you... -you took a deep breath.

-Oh, drop this shit act, Y/N. I do know you like me! -he walked towards you until your back was leaning against the front door.

-Stop it -you hissed.

-Tell me then...look me in the eyes and tell it to my face that you don't feel anything, that I was just a one night stand and I'm going to leave right now and never come back.

But you kept silent, because it wasn't true. You did feel something, but you couldn't form it into words. He cracked a painful smile and kissed you. Kissed you with so much softness that your knees started to shake.

-You shouldn't...we shouldn't -you mumbled.

-Shut up, Y/N -he smiled into the kiss.

His lips, his tongue tasted like alcohol and smoke, but you didn't mind it. You threw your hands around his neck, deepening the kiss second by second. When Eren started to slowly guide you to your bedroom you hesitated to stop him. For a blink maybe, then let him do it anyway.

Eager hands were caressing your body up and down, he was hungry for your touch, for your body and so were you. You wanted him right there, right now. As you started to undress him, and was about to pull his shirt above his head, he looked you in the eyes and stopped you.

-I'm going to make things clear, first -he said with a serious tone.

-Huh?

-If we do it, it's not gonna be just sex anymore...got it? You will be mine, only mine -he growled with dominance in his voice.

-Eren -you sighed.

-Tell me to stop then -he smirked, guiding you to your bed, pushing you softly down. When you stood up you saw the fear in his eyes.

-Let's take a shower first, you stink from alcohol -you laughed finally.

-Fuck... -he let out a desperate chuckle.

Eren dressed himself down quickly, standing in front of you naked. The sight of his perfect body made you dizzy. His eyes followed your every move as you got rid of your clothes as well. You held out your hand for him, while stepping into the shower. The hot water hit your body and made you shiver, you enjoyed the way as it ran down on your exhausted muscles. His eyes were blinded by lust as you rubbed his chest with the shower gel you just poured into your palm, reaching lower and lower, when finally grabbing his semi hard dick.

-Damn... -he let out a low moan, shaking under your touch. As you kept washing him his breathing got heavier second by second. He pushed you against the tiled wall, caressing your body with passion. Planting tiny kisses into your neck, he smirked when you tilted your head slightly, trying to give him more space. He kissed your shoulder, your collarbone, making his way lower and lower on your body and you let him. You felt the tension between your legs, feeling way too desperate and vulnerable at the same time. When he reached the bottom of your stomach he looked up into your eyes. You bit your lower lip, when you felt his big hand slowly picking up one of your legs and placing it on his shoulder.

-Eren -you moaned his name the second his tongue entered your pussy. He smiled, because he knew...he knew you gave in. The way he was eating you sent you into another world. His tongue danced on your clit, gently tapping and sucking on it. You rushed your fingers through his wet hair, grabbing it harder, when he added one of his fingers to make the tension deeper. You became a moaning mess as he kept pleasuring you in a way you didn't even think he was capable of. Heavy breaths, louder moans rushed through the room as you felt your climax was about to burst out.

-I'm so close -you tried to push him away, but he grabbed you tighter.

-Come for me, darling -he murmured, keeping you standing still.

His husky voice sent shivers down your spine and you couldn't hold it back anymore, riding your orgasm out on his face. When you finished, he straightened himself up with a proud smirk on his face. And you loved it, you loved that look, because it meant you could be weak this time. For the first time after so long. You grabbed his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss, tasting yourself on his lips.

-Let me take you, please -he broke the kiss with a shaking voice.

-Come -you stepped out of the shower and he followed right away. But he was way too eager, grabbing you in front of the sink. You knew he couldn't wait anymore, so you put your hands on the sides of the marble sink and pushed your ass up a bit for him to be able to take you there and then.

-Damn -you moaned, when you felt his huge cock entering you.

-You take me so well, baby -he mumbled in delusion- I love feeling your tight pussy around my cock- he kept bubbling, thrusting you harder and harder from behind. You tried your best to hold yourself still, but with your wet palms it was way too difficult. As he fastened his movement, you felt your hands slipping out under you, then a sharp pain woke you up from the tension he was giving you.

Blood started to spread everywhere and you slammed your palm against your chin, kneeling on the ground.

-Oh my God, Y/N -he yelled, when he realized what just happened.

-Give me a towel -you hissed as you felt the blood running through your palm, down your neck, reaching your chest.

-Fuck...fuck -he paniced, handing you the cloth.

He helped you up, looking terrified.

-I'm so sorry, I didn't want to -he tried to check your chin. The look on his face revealed you the truth -Fuck, it's ugly. I need to take you to the hospital right now -he breathed heavily.

-I can't believe this shit -you hissed, the pain was unbearable.

Eren dressed up rapidly, helping you to put on some clothes as well.

-I'm gonna drive -you took a deep breath, still holding the towel on your chin.

-What? No! -he argued.

-You are drunk for God's sake. I don't want to die, just help me... -you rolled your eyes. He kept silent, because he knew you were right.

As you entered the hospital he ran to the reception, yelling and arguing without a break. You would have loved to facepalm yourself, but you felt weaker and weaker second by second. You lost a lot of blood after all.

A kind nurse guided you to a room, where a tired looking doctor stitched your chin, putting a huge bandage on it, when he finished.

-Thank you -you smiled with pain in your eyes.

-Next time try to be more careful, when you are having fun with your boyfriend -he cracked a half smile. You didn't even realize so far that it was obvious what happened. He chuckled as your face grew super red in an instant.

-Y/N -Eren ran to you, when you walked out of the room- Is everything okay? -he looked at you worried. Gently touching the bandage.

-She will be fine -the doctor said with a calm tone, leaving you both there.

-Just let's go home -you rolled your eyes.

You kept silent in the car, when you noticed it was already 6 in the morning and you had to get ready for work even though you felt way too tired.

-Do you have clean clothes? -you finally broke the silence, looking at Eren- Or the more important thing -you stopped for a second- Are you still drunk?

-I'm fine, I swear -he felt ashamed- I have some clothes in my car in front of your house.

-Wait! -you snapped at him- Don't tell me that you were stupid enough to drive, while you were wasted.

-Uhm... -he smiled embarrassed.

-Fucking hell Eren, you could have died! -you yelled.

-I'm sorry.

-Promise me, you won't do that again! -you clenched your jaw.

-Nothing happened -he shrugged.

-Promise me! -you screamed- I cannot lose you, you fucking moron -it slid out of your mouth.

-I promise -he cleared his throat, slightly smiling under his nose. 

[solar-pxwered]

Okay.....I hate, hate, hate making a post like this, I've only ever done it once before during a rough financial patch.

This patch is rougher.

As some of you know, my job laid all of us off over the holidays. I was able to cover some of those days with vacation time, but I didn't have much since I've only been there a little over 6 months. Well, I don't start getting my paychecks again until next Friday.....but I have to be able to get to work until then and I have $16 to my name. Not even enough for 1/2 a tank of gas. The cats ran out of food this morning. My dog is having some health issues. And I have bills due out the wazoo.

So basically, I'm reaching out for help from anyone willing to help. I know we're all struggling out there in this crazy world, but if you would like to help these are my venmo and paypal.

Again, I'm very embarrassed to be asking. Normally, I would ask my parents or siblings, but they're all on tight budgets lately, too. I'm getting a 2nd job as soon as I can go job hunting on Friday, but paychecks from that would be at 2 weeks out from my start, too.

Basically, yeah, I'm sitting on the street with a cup out asking for help. 😅

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Venmo: @ PanjaMysy (the icon is a purple colored panda butt)

Paypal: ladybolton89@yahoo.com (same icon)

[crimsonblackrose]

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omg the sort of dark western-ish music is just similar ish to Kreese's theme. It's not his theme but it's like a cousin to it.

I do love Kim Da-Eun.

See this is when we move back into like cartoon villain territory. One of the new hench dude villains has an eye patch.

It's interesting that they all carry their bags and get off the plane then wait for her.

"You asked me to bring the best sensei's my dojang had to offer."

And one of them is a pirate. (There seems to be 6 of them)

She also immediately is like oh, it's you. Where's Kreese? Like Silver, you told Daniel you have a lot of friends. And you seem to, but are the only friends you have in the world of karate....Kreese's friends?

Terry trying to share 50% of Cobra Kai since TKK3 and no one ever seems to take him up on it.

He flew them in a private jet, which honestly for 7 people isn't as bad as how some rich people fly only one person around all the time. It was also apparently super last minute but they still came when called, probably because Kim Da-Eun really wanted to see Kreese.

Which is hilarious. The only player in the game actually paying attention to Silver is Daniel. And possibly Stingray. Everyone else is not impressed. Dare I say, poor Silver?

Okay so the last couple episodes took like a few days, so maybe we're 3 weeks into summer, 2 weeks into Carmen's pregnancy. (ish)

I think that furniture in the background was the furniture in Amanda and Daniel's bedroom when Chozen was trying on too small suit jackets.

Also Daniel, do you have enough oils???? I thought it was booze at first and I was like damn, but then I realized it's like all oils.

CHOZEN'S BLUE FIN TUNA FISH SHIRT

Johnny why are you here? | Figuring out a way to make Silver pay for what he did to you.

If it's been a week has Johnny stayed the whole time or just come back every single day for a week? And did Amanda call him or after he fixed the Miguel and Robby situation did he just call and then go over?

Daniel's been wearing just his pj's for a week.

2 tea pots are on the table but it kinda looks like both Chozen and Johnny are drinking milk.

Daniel's not quite listening. Amanda tells him he doesn't have to stop fighting, they're with him. And he's like no I do, I'm just making everyone's life worse.

Johnny: What are you talking about you did help kids?

Daniel says he finally understand why Mr. Miyagi would walk away from a fight. "It's not our job to fight the monsters of the world."

THE GLASSES

TKK1 reference.

to visit Kreese, Tory told them he's his granddaughter. Kreese looks pretty happy that one student he taught adopted him. He's been trying to very poorly adopt Johnny for like 4 seasons.

Tory tells Kreese that Mr. LaRusso got really badly hurt because of their sting opperation, and Kreese just sort of chuckles and says that's one enemy gone. I don't think he realizes that despite Tory's beef with Sam, she doesn't hate Mr. and Mrs. LaRusso.

Tory has a good point. If Mr. LaRusso was just a means to an end does Kreese view her that way too? Tory doesn't want to stay at the dojo any longer either.

Which sucks for Tory, it essentially means she's been staying not because she wants to but to help Kreese. Which means Robby broke up with her over this.

Kreese says he has a plan to get out. Which means he had that plan from really early on to escape and fake his own death. For the...third time?

Topanga karate is also in a strip mall.

Devon: Please I didn't kick you that hard.

The way the Topanga sensei (sensei Rosenthal) is actually happy to see Silver. Even though he shows up with all his new senseis who block the exit.

Devon looks around like a what the fuck?

Silver bought out Topanga karate, and will lower the dues

The bleach blonde sensei's name is Hyan-woo

Terry went to Rosenthal during Shabbat service to make the deal and apparently had told Rosenthal he could stay on that they'd just be 'part of' cobra kai, not taken over.

Even if they quit they get a gift

This is eyepatch sensei's name:

All the students pick the gi and to join cobra kai.

Terry tries to take Nichols with him. But Kim says she stays to help test the fighters of the new dojo.

Topanga karate has a bunch of flags up, including the flag of India.

That walking oil spill got into Daniel's head in a way I didn't think was possible. -Amanda

Yeah, and what sucks is he's been there since 1985.

Sam being on her phone catching Terry's live take over of Topanga karate.

Johnny: Perfect, then I'm going down there to beat his pony-tail ass.

Amanda's legit panic at that:

She's seen what happened to her husband who is a badass at karate when he went unsuspecting into a trap. Not realizing, Johnny also has done the same thing.

"The hell I can't, the guys whole MO is hiding out in the dark,

Right now we know exactly where he is and he's not on his home turf.

Amanda: Chozen please stop him.

Chozen: Amanda-san is right. One man army,not good.

Amanda: Thank you Chozen: I come with you

Amanda: That is not what I meant.

Amanda, you have two strike first fighters in your house, Daniel got hurt, they're not going to just sit.

Also no one realizes that Johnny is speaking from literal experience from fighting Silver.

Of course Johnny doesn't know anything about Chozen. "You know this isn't some kata competition right?" Aka we might have to strike first. Don't you worry Johnny, Chozen isn't a strike second dude. He strikes first too. After all, unlike yourself, he fully tried to murder Daniel, unprompted.

Hai | Is that a yes?

Listen I know you're frustrated Chozen, but, he will pick it up. I mean he understands Rosa now. He just has to learn.

I can't believe this younger dude wolf whistled Kreese. I mean, shoot your shot I guess. Even a flirty Hey sensei, ah but then they make fun of him for his age. Boo.

Kreese: I make friends pretty easily

That might explain why Silver is trying to use his contacts and they all just want to see you. (But also from this serious, no real proof in that since he fought with his roommate, fought with Silver, fought with Johnny, fought with...pretty much anyone who had to deal with him beyond a basic level)

Kreese is so good at lying through his teeth.

Devon didn't put on the Cobra gi. Everyone was told to pair up so she picks a dummy to do what Kim told them to do. But Tory shows up. Tory corrects how she's hitting.

Devon points out that the ref was blind and gave Tory a point when Devon was out of bounds. Devon's mother is gone, from cancer.

She used to say "The only way you really lose is by giving up."

Johnny: I've got this you didn't have to come. Chozen: Not likely, Silver very dangerous. Johnny: Yeah I know.

Literally he keeps hinting that he got his ass beat by Silver and no one clues in on that.

I would like to once again point out it's supposed to be summer in LA:

Like even the excuse of Chozen is from a tropical island so maybe LA is cold for him doesn't work because it's a similar temperature in the summer for both.

The subtitles fail this moment. Johnny says "I"m ready for him this time. I can be dangerous too." (I've complained to netflix a few times about how their subtitles on this are inaccurate, because surprisingly especially for the newer seasons, lots of mistakes)

Chozen laughs and says "Daniel-san told me how dangerous you can be." Essentially you are not dangerous even though Daniel sometimes exaggerates as if you are.

"Did he tell you how I kicked his ass in high school?" | "I robbed him while he was on date" | "Oh yeah, I pushed him down a cliff" | "I fight him to death" | "Oh yeah? What are you a ghost or something ?" | "No, Daniel-san showed me mercy" | "Sounds like LaRusso. Man he was such a twerp back then." | "Real pain in ass. But he always fight for what he believe in" | "Never backed down from a fiight, even when he should've" | "A few months ago I saw him take on a whole hockey team." | "I saw him save young girl from typhoon." | "He took a man down with a single strike to his pressure point" | "Who do you think teach him that?"

I love that whole exchange so much, including Chozen's strike a pose for pressure point fighting. Becaue it's teh quickest get to know you catch up ever. Essentially ensuring each other is prepared for a potential fight. It's also a bit of the pissing contents that Daniel and Johnny had at the restaurant but much chiller. This is the awful stuff I did to Daniel. Daniel was such an annoying twerp. We agree on that. But he's also a badass, and here's examples.

It also is a very quick way of telling Johnny that he doesn't necessarily have to protect Chozen in this fight which is what he's been worrying about. Like Johnny has gone up against Silver, but doesn't know that Chozen is legit a karate master or any of his history, but to learn that the badass moves Daniel used against Kreese that impressed Johnny were taught to him by the man beside him means that he's got back up, not someone he's got to protect.

Holy shit Terry how fast do you move? This is how rich guys with money just throw their money around huh? Literally less than an hour ago that said Topanga karate. Did you do this before you went in and made the announcement or after?

Johnny instantly seeing Devon, still in her blue gi from Topanga and the way Johnny's whole demeanor changes, from relaxed studying the competition to realizing one of his kids is in there.

Devon? What the hell? Oi! What are you doing? Stops Johnny from going in.

Poor Chozen, he's like what is with these American men and their desire to rush in without thinking and going suddenly off script? He already had to do this sort of babysitting with Daniel, he probably wasn't expecting to have to do it with Johnny too. Someone make a joke meme image of Chozen with two kids on those leash backpacks and one's Johnny and one's Daniel and Chozen looks tired, but then secretly the one most tired behind them all is Amanda.

Not here for student. Here for Silver. Must wait for right time. Run into den of lions, you will get eaten.

At least everyone listens to Chozen.

What is with the eyeing each other like that? What are you two doing?

Kreese got a letter with an official looking letterhead in a brown envelope that he crumples. He petitioned for early release and the doc recommended against it. So Kreese starts scheming another way out.

Sigh subtitles it's not Chiri-san, it's Jirisan. No dash. No 'ch'. You're treating it like a Japanese honorific, which is not the case here, it's a different language.

Kim's students would climb the mountain (talles on mainland, it's to the south, the tallest in all of Korea is on Jeju island) with nothing but packs of water and then would train at the peak.

I do really like Devon's blue and black topanga karate gi. It's a pretty blue.

Kim trained with them wearing two heavy packs. Tory and Devon's test is to have Devon pick up a stick from a table between them and for Tory to stop her.

Devon getting the stick and being excited, used to people cheering her on, looking confused and realizing how dangerous the situation is when Kim grabs teh stick from her hand and whirls on Tory and lectures her.

She tells Tory to strike Devon harder, and then even though she hurts Devon (Stomps on her hand and kicks her in the face) Kim smacks her with a stick on the back of the leg.

Devon runs out the door in tears. Technically Johnny and Chozen should be right there but they never show us Devon running into them or that interaction.

I appreciate the doc chewing Kreese out. "I thought you were a sensei." "I am a sensei." "Then act like one."

He considered Betty the love of his life.

I do like having Kreese confront his past via them actually being there.

Doctor as Silver: Do you feel angry John? At who?

"None of it is my fault." What happened to Stingray isn't, but I feel like this is who Kreese is. He believes nothing at all is his fault.

Tory shows up in her cobra kai gi: So you don't feel any regret?

What exactly am I supposed to feel regret for. Cue baby Johnny

I wasn't trying to hurt anyone. I was trying to make my students tough. (By choking Johnny...uh huh. This is probably what Kreese really believes even though he's not going to get through to Johnny with that)

Baby Johnny: You wanted them all to be like you

No, I wanted them all to be better than me.

Current Johnny shows up and doesn't say a thing.

Which might be a realization that Johnny did grow up to become better than Kreese. Maybe.

Baby Kreese: You just have to find the better you locked inside of yourself.

It's kind of interesting that for a show where pretty much everyone needs therapy the only one to get it is Kreese and Silver and Silver reverts and Kreese...well

Silver officially teaching adult classes. Those classes are on Wednesdays.

Johnny and Chozen came in after the students left, which means, truly, Johnny and Chozen saw Devon run out crying.

Johnny needs to learn how to fight against this style, because they always go for his throat and he always gets knocked out because of it.

lol they both kick him at the same time. And look at that back to back!

Sensei Kim: Chozen Toguchi, far from his 'pathetic little island' and surprised to see Daniel LaRusso healed from his injuries so quickly.

The way Johnny looks around like what the fuck? Where's Daniel? When did he sneak in? Not realizing at first that she thinks Johnny is Daniel.

To Chozen when he says "Silver must pay for what he's done." "You bark like your blonde dog."

Chozen's eyes narrow but Johnny says; I do more than bark, trust me. Like bud, I get that when people diss you you don't fall for that bait, but sometimes not correcting people means you end up sounding like you accept the things they say.

Johnny like okay sure I'll fight six sensei's and sensei Kim. Chozen holy shit we barely took down 1, grabbing Johnny's arm and like nope not here not now, too much advantage. We escape.

"We won't let you take over the valley" "We already did" "you think you did."

LOL. So Kim hasn't a clue who Johnny is. Girl, you want bait or someone to talk to about Kreese, Johnny's the only one here other than Tory and potentially Robby that Kreese likes.

SILVER OMG YOU ARE SO EXTRA WHAT ARE THOSE?!!!!!!!!!!

Silver is making and branding his own Cobra Kai snacks. "They're called Snakebites" and Kyler loves them. According to Kenny they're pure protein you're only supposed to eat one or two, meanwhile Kyler is like inhaling them by the bag full.

Devon returning: I only loose if I give up.

The receptionist lets the students sign up with a pass in case they want to train after hours. Does that mean that the kids can get in when the dojo is closed and work out on their own? What about safety Silver????

Devon called to ask if she could join the flagship so she could learn more from Tory. Silver's super proud. It makes me wonder if Johnny and Chozen and Devon made a plan after she ran out. Pretty sure they don't ever say that's what happened but there's no way she got past them.

Chozen points out he took out a bunch of valley sensei's by himself but it took both Johnny and himself to take out one.

Johnny says they still could've won "Give me a pair of nunchucks and it's lights out baby."

"No offense Johnny but strategy isn't really your forte. You're more of a blunt instrument."

"Thank you."

Johnny, once again, not a compliment. But you're probably so unused to even getting sincere compliments that you're like close enough.

"Daniel might not have Mr. Miyagi to rely on any more. But he has us."

He's needed that.

Kreese is in cell-block C

I love that they swapped out our Kreese for younger Kreese for this fight.

Daniel doesn't ever go in Mr. Miyagi's room.

Kudos on the set design team for the layer of dust on the floor and on the books

Like again, check out that dust.

the door wasn't even locked, so I'm surprised Daniel didn't come in here or have Sam come in here to check that Hawk didn't steal or trash anything.

Daniel I can't believe you left a bonsai in here by itself for at least 10 years.

Daniel's bonsai death count: 4

Though this one is totally understandable due to the grief. Mr. Miyagi was like losing his father again.

Daniel voice full of emotion holding the paint house paper: It's like a time capsule in here.

the night before they got married amanda saw Mr. Miyagi here. They had tea and sake. He told Amanda "Amanda-san in life, always easier to hide head in sand."

Mr. Miyagi said Daniel would always fight for what he believed in and nothing he believed in more then his family and friends.

Amanda: The right thing to do is stand up to Terry Silver, for you, for our family...sorry it took so long to realize that.

(Amanda he never filled you in on the details, you didn't know)

But he does need to hear, multiple times, that people hear him and have his back.

Sam and Johnny caught Robby up so he could be here for this not quite intervention intervention.

"you didn't fail me."

I beg to differ Robby, but I think you are get how dangerous Silver is and having some sort of clue of how bad it is probably allowed you to re-contextualize Daniel's previous actions and forgive them.

Trying to mentor Kenny truly was an eye opening experience for Robby.

I dunno man the, everyone coming together in the 11th hour vibe is my weakness. I know this isn't the 11th hour, but for Daniel and how it feels it is. He's got Johnny, he's got Chozen, he's got Robby back, the Eagle Fang kids and his own Miyagi-do, Anthony. Everyone is there to be like yo, this one we get. silver is messed up and we've got your back.

And in TKK3 no one believed him about Silver. And that might be one of the reasons he never has told anyone how bad it was. The trauma was too bad, and without Mr. Miyagi there the grief was too bad. But now he has 12 teens and three adults who have his back.

The fact even Amanda bows to him. Like this is really all she's been asking for is to be on the same page, to be looped in, because when she's part of the team and given warning she's always all in when it really matters.

We got some random new background students again.

[kobalent]

so,,,, today i confronted my doctor about my estradiol dosage.

in late january i talked to her to swap over from patches (my sensitive skin didn't like them :c ) to tablets, but since my doctor couldn't find a direct conversion chart from patches to tablets, she put me on the lowest dose (0.5mg twice a day) to err in the side of caution...

[cw: gender dysphoria]

over the last few months i started noticing some changes, mostly facial hair growing faster, body odor returning to what it was pre-transition, breasts stopped growing, and other symptoms in line with what my body was doing before starting HRT.

i knew i had an appointment schefuled for today, so i mostly just stuck it out. it was clear to me that my estrogen levels were lower than with the patches —i was wearing 3 patches a week by the time i stopped; a bit of a high dosage— and i knew that was to be expected from going into the smallest dosage for tablets, which i used sublingually for better absorption since many transfem friends had recommended that beforehand.

what i was not ready for was the result of some blood tests i took a little over a week ago in preparation for this appointment.

my testosterone was higher than the first blood test i took when starting on patches two and a half years ago, and my estrogen was lower at 45.6pg/mL, which is absurdly low for the purpose of HRT. basically, i had been off of HRT for the last three months. all the symptoms that were causing me dysphoria were in fact caused by being prescribed what is a negligible amount of estradiol. the moment i saw the results i doubled up on my doses.

i asked a bunch of transfem friends what their dosage is for estradiol tablets, and most of them responded 8mg a day, and a few with 6. i was on 1/8th of a dosage. for three months.

so, today that i had my appointment with the doctor, i asked her to put me on 8mg. she was hesitant at first; her intention was to slowly crawl up the dosage starting with 2mg for the next month. i kept insisting, pulling up receipts after receipts that taking this slow right now would just be a waste of time, especially since i already was on a decent dose with the patches beforehand. after some back and forth from her being hesitant to make much of a jump and me insisting on 8mg, we landed on 6mg for the next month, getting lab tests near the end of may, and then considering a jump to the full 8.

i am happy i could successfully advocate for myself in this occasion, but also endlessly frustrated that even in what is considered a very trans-friendly part of the u.s. i have to do all the research for my doctor and pay her so i get the ~privilege~ to teach her what appropriate trans care looks like.

i don't know how to end this post. just,,,, kinda venting my annoyance at the current state of medical care in the u.s. and the consequences of treating trans care specifically as this mystical "new" science that "no body knows how to deal with". the information IS out there. there is a LONG history of HRT for the purpose of transitioning, but the fearmongering from bigots blocking access to this branch of medicine cause ripples even in places that label themselves as "safe". ripples that cause harm from negligence and incompetence paired with the unwillingness to listen from medical staff that admit to being inexperienced in this particular field.

HRT is not some dangerous experimental science. it has been done for decades. it is reliable. and it sucks that the only reliable resources available on the matter are community anecdotes.

[meditating-dog-lover]

Dentists and doctors (rant)

I am someone who has been unfortunately failed by conventional doctors and healed by functional doctors.

In Dec 2022 I went for a dental exam and was told I had 5 cavities (yeah fucking right). I was so devastated and scared for my teeth. They told me they didn't know what caused it and wanted to drill and fill them. Every appointment I had at that office they recommended dental work, and I would go every 6 months.

I knew something was off and I knew I deserved better dental care. So I met with 2 functional dentists. I learned so much about dental and oral health in general that previous dentists did not teach me.

The first one noted I had a deficiency in fat soluble vitamins and magnesium, and they can cause dental problems. So I started supplementing with D3 and K2 and magnesium citrate and glycinate. The second dentist noted I had a tongue tie and suggested I get it surgically removed (I did). Tongue ties prevent nasal breathing and can cause dry mouth, which are bad for teeth and gums. Again these are 2 factors that can cause dental problems that no other dentist has ever told me. All I fucking heard was "are you flossing?".

Fast forward almost a year later. I go for a dental exam and get xrays. No cavities! The healthy teeth the first fucking dentist wanted to destroy recalcified because of my supplements and nasal breathing. Of course this can happen to small areas of decay, and dentists and hygienists know this. If you have a large painful gaping hole in your tooth then it won't help and you'll need dental work asap. But this was a huge relief and felt like a big fuck you to the dentists who terrorized me in the past.

I'm so happy I went for a second and third opinion. Had I stayed with the first dentist I would have been in an endless cycle of drilling and fillng and my health would be a mess because of my poor breathing and nutritional deficiencies. Even at my most recent cleaning, my hygienist thoroughly cleaned around my gums which I feel will prevent a lot of potential gum disease related issues. My old dentist never did that and my gums were inflamed.

As a result I don't trust most dentists and feel they don't care about patient health. They are patronizing and at the same time clueless about wellbeing. I hate how dentistry is separated from medicine, but that's a topic for another rant.

I'm not a dentist nor a doctor but I'm not dumb. If I sense something is wrong with a doctor, I'll immediately see another one for a second opinion or do my own independent research.

My health dramatically improved since last year. The only physical condition I have left to deal with is my eczema. Again I'm pretty sure it's caused by food sensitivities and contact dermatitis associated allergies. Not a fucking steroid cream deficiency. I've been taking flaxseed oil and it does help, but I need to get tested for allergies and sensitivities.

I cannot tolerate doctors who gaslight patients and challenge their intelligence and use them as guinea pigs to push surgery and pharmaceuticals. When the patients feel patronized and feel like there are better solutions out there for their condition, these doctors will dismiss them and say there's not enough evidence to support this, and the patient ends up feeling stupid. And there are popular doctors on YouTube who dismiss the benefits of supplements, anti-inflammatory diets and food sensitivity tests, and I really need them to stfu. Thankfully my eczema isn't that bad and I have the time, money, and knowledge to find better solutions than steroid creams. I cannot imagine how crushed, hurt, and hopeless a person with a severe case of it who doesn't have these resources will feel. And these doctors feed into their cycle of pain.

I'm going to wait until I do my food sensitivity test and allergy patch test and get the results in 2 weeks max. Then I can make some changes and see improvements in my eczema. I am confident I will. Eczema is also caused by gut issues (like leaky gut and microbiome imbalances) as well as compromised and malfunctioning detoxing organs (liver, kidneys, lungs, and gut). I really don't think I have those issues, so I'm not prioritizing them.

I'm posting this as a reminder to take control of your own health. It's the best preventative measure against chronic illness. Otherwise you'll be in a painful position where your condition is very bad and you'll have to resort to seeing a doctor who will use you to push surgery and pharmaceuticals. Not all doctors are bad and a lot have saved countless of lives and are very caring and empathetic, but these types of bad doctors do exist and I've had to deal with them in the past. It was a seriously distressing pain in the ass of an experience.

We need to abandon the disease model and focus on the health model when it comes to treating patients.

[withered-rose-unbreakable-lotus]

If nth wrong comes up again while trying, I might be able to actually make gaming videos with Reverse: 1999. I would love to do that, my pc can't handle recording Genshin while also playing, but Reverse is doable cause it's mostly 2d and a click-playing game.

If I manage this, I won't be doing what most r1999 youtubers do, I haven't been playing long enough to have my own strategy or advice in battles, I play those I want (i pay attention to some stats but that's about it), I want to focus on the story and chars more, since this is more of my thing as a writer, too. I will be talking about battles too, just not as in depth as others do. If editing those videos takes less than movie reactions do, then I will probably be able to do the patch recaps I wanted, to include Genshin in my activities, otherwise I dunno.

I just can't go on with movie reactions, as much as I enjoy watching movies and being silly, editing for 3 weeks non stop is draining me. I didn't get on youtube to work 8-10 hours every day and not only not get paid back until I have followers, but also not have a life. I literally wake up at noon, have lunch, shower and edit from 4 or 5 to 9pm, have dinner, then edit 1 or 2 hours more then edit my book till 5 or 6 am. I don't have time to study anymore, nor work out as advised by my doctor after my stomach started acting up last autumn and had to take all kinds of pills to calm down. If I wanted to work like a dog I'd go get a job somewhere outside and at least get some income (if i also had skills for that that'd be nice), but even then I would drop it cause I can't deal with this kind of life for long. It's a privilege I know (if living under a roof of frequent strife and mental abuse is considered so cause others pay for you anyway), but since I have it, I might as well find sth I can do that gives me time to keep myself healthy too and also allow me finish learning another language. Also it'd be nice if it indeed takes less time cause if I ever manage to live alone, i will have to be taking care of more than just one room, and i want to be able to do that. I want to have time to clean my house, cook by myself, do my laundry. Living only to work, is not sth I want in my life.

[futuresconnected]

Like A Dragon Quest Continues: Yakuza 3, Path of Exile, Escape From Tarkov

Hello gamers, I'm back with another weekly wrap up! Busy couple weeks for me, messing around with a few different things.

The big one is that Like A Dragon Quest continues apace. This is how im gonna refer to my plans to play through the Yakuza series, since that is how the series is named in Japan and going forward outside Japan as well, and I think its a good pun on the title and Dragon Quest, the games that the recent RPG forays of the series are taking direct inspiration from.

To that end, this week I played through pretty much all of Yakuza 3. This game sees Kiryu leaving Kamurocho behind to start and run an orphanage in Okinawa where he hopes to live a peaceful life away from trouble. As you may expect, this does not go well. He gets a good two years of being a dad to Haruka and the others before some mess with the Tojo clan forces him back into action. Overall I really liked the game, I think that the story is really good, a ton of great characters to bounce around and some good side stories, plus the combat was pretty enjoyable for being the oldest one of these games that I am going to play. I think where the game really shines is in the surprisingly large amount of time the game spends on Kiryu just doing dad stuff: helping make dinner, going shopping, helping the orphans settle disputes and doing a lot of parenting along the way. It's bittersweet to see all of this in the game however, knowing that the series continues for long after this and Kiryu doesn't quite get the peace he deserves. Definitely one of the better games in this series that I've played.

I also played through Yakuza 4 in the time since my last blog post, and my thoughts on that one are a bit less positive. This game sees the player take control of four different characters (including Kiryu) over the course of the game, and while I generally like all the characters well enough and enjoyed how they played, I felt like giving each character a whole bunch of ways to spend time and upgrade their abilities was a bit annoying once I realized I was only going to be playing as them for 6 or so hours a piece. I also didn't care as much for the overarching plot in this one, it was nice to see how the ripples of the previous games' events impacted other people, but I felt that over time the conspiracy plot and who was backstabbing who got more silly than anything else, especially coming off the heels of the third game, which had a stronger emotional core and more interesting plot twists overall. Probably the worst one of these that I've yet played, but it was only about 30 hours and was still prettty decent.

I dabbled a little with Escape from Tarkov, a big new patch for the shooter came out recently and I wanted to dip my toe in and see how I felt. The game is very fun, but is definitely the kind of game you would want to play seriously for a few weeks, and right now I've got other things distracting my attention, mainly a rekindled love affair with Path of Exile.

Path of Exile is, simply put, a game for freaks. And I have been a freak for over 1000 hours in that game easily. But its not often you get to witness someone else turn into that kind of freak as well! A few weeks ago my friend Wes told me that he had been tasked by another friend (due to them winning a fantasy football league) that he had to play through at least act 5 of PoE (halfway through the base game, maybe a 10th of the whole experience) and I took it upon myself to be his guide through the crazy experience that is path of exile.

If you're not familiar, this is a game in the genre of Diablo Style Action RPGs, and over the ten years that I have been playing PoE it has developed (devolved?) into a game where your player characters zip across the screen at incredible speeds mowing down hundreds of monsters and producing enough calculations and particle effects to humble even the strongest of computers. Again, this is a game for freaks. From the start, I taught Wes how to play the game like I play it, with an eye towards the end and no time to think too hard about the first half of the game. Hour by hour, I taught him about gem links, movement skills, third-party build planning tools, currency, trading, the whole 9 yards. And the most gratifying experience has been hearing him slowly turn into a true-blooded PoE sicko, cackling as he jumps around the screen blowing up everything in his path. Being on this journey with him all the way to the endgame maps has been so much fun, and honestly reminded me of my own love for the game. I am so excited to be able to play more of this game in the future, I've got the bug for it again.

That's all for this update, thanks for sticking with me, and I'll see you next week as Like A Dragon Quest continues with Yakuza 5!