#and she straight up was like 'are you sure? i was genuinely planning on covering your shift myself' SHE DOESNT EVEN WORK UP FRONT

[pinkseas]

my manager is WAY too fucking nice to me im gonna explode

[steddielations]

Eddie’s queer awakening Part 2 | Part 1

Steve doesn’t know what else to do to make Eddie realize he likes him. Never in his life has he had to work this hard at winning someone over. Never.

Even with Nancy in high school, there was always a hint that she wanted him to chase her, which made it worthwhile. Sometimes, Eddie will do something that makes Steve sure he feels the same, flirting back. Then Eddie will do something that makes Steve not so sure, laughing it off.

Steve doesn’t like resorting to bullshit queer stereotypes because he doesn’t exactly fit them either, but Eddie looks like those rugged guys on his posters and album covers. Sometimes it feels like a masculinity performance worthy of King Steve, but sometimes it feels genuine.

Eddie’s not dressing like Bowie, but he prances around on cafeteria tables yelling about sodomy and he’s never had a girlfriend that Steve knows of. He could like both, same as Steve, of course. Or it could be nothing, of course. Steve’s just putting all these moves on a straight boy, about to get his heart broken again.

Robin’s given him countless pep talks, assuring him that he’s right about Eddie when he starts to doubt it. “You sniffed Vickie out just from her VHS returns. If anyone has a functional queer detector here, it’s you. Trust it.”

“What if I ask him out and he rejects me?” Steve fully understands Robin’s worries now, it’s not the same as getting shot down by a girl. “I’ve got enough rumors about me already.” They all wanted to say it in high school, calling Steve a pretty boy in tight pants that spent too much time in the mirror.

Tommy used to shoot them all down. Now he’s not by Steve’s side, snarling at anyone who suggests it. Which was mostly just Tommy trying to convince himself that everything they did under the covers at sleepovers was “just guy stuff”, and he convinced Steve too. To the point where Steve hadn’t even considered any different until a few months ago when he told Robin and— yeah, that was an eventful conversation. The first time he stumbled across the word bisexual— from a Bowie interview in one of Robin’s magazines— it felt like something clicked into place.

“I don’t think Eddie’s the type to out anyone, either way.” Robin’s right. She’s not always right, everything would be easier if she was, but she’s right about that.

“I keep having to pretend to like his shitty weed to get him to come over. Not even the yawn and stretch move worked on him. Y’know, this,” Steve demonstrates, stretching an arm above his head and then draping it over Robin’s shoulder. She shrugs him off with a fake gag. “I kept looking at his lips and I thought we were gonna kiss, but he laughed and poked me in the ribs and called me dude.”

Robin listens to all his boy troubles and then they come up with a plan. Steve decides he’s going to come out to Eddie, just put it out there that he likes guys. In a totally platonic way and hopefully that gets the ball rolling the other way, where he tells Eddie he likes one guy in particular and hopes all his Romeo efforts don’t blow up in his face.

So he goes for it. Eddie strolls into Family Video and picks out a movie that Steve’s actually heard of for once. It’s easy for Steve to throw him a smile and invite himself over. “You know this is the closest thing to a romance movie you’ve picked? No way I’m letting you watch this alone, somebody’s gotta hold your hand through the sad ending, looks like it’s gonna be me.”

Several emotions fly across Eddie’s face, landing on overwhelmed disbelief. “I don’t get it, man. How do you not have a girlfriend? You’d be so easy to fall in love with. Hell, I feel like you've made me fall halfway in love with you already. If I was a girl, I’d date the shit out of you.”

It looks like Eddie wants to clap a hand over his mouth as soon as the words leave it.

Steve watches him carefully, trying to think clearly over his heart pounding in his chest because Eddie just said he loves him, kind of. This is it. “Would you still date me as a guy?”

Eddie’s nervous hands jingle with chain bracelets as they tug his hair and hide his face. “You mean, objectively? As a guy would I date another guy? I mean, could I want that? I hadn’t really considered that option until now. Uh. Shit. Wow, this is-”

“Because I would, you know,” Steve jumps to say, as earnestly as he can, needing Eddie to finally know. How could he not know? This is it. Steve didn’t come all this way just to tap out at the finish line. He goes for it. “I’d date you as a guy, Eddie. I’d date the shit out of you, too, just like you are.”

Eddie’s face is flushed now, his eyes wide and swimming with both questions and realizations. Steve snaps out of it for a second, looking around to see the store is thankfully empty, Robin’s still on her break, but this isn’t the place for this conversation.

“Wanna talk about it over the movie tonight?” He offers.

It moors Eddie, he relaxes more and Steve hopes he’s not imagining the faint hint of a smile. “Yeah, that’s— yeah, talk. I can do that.”

“Okay, it’s a date. See you then.” Steve hands over the tape, their fingers brushing and making warmth flutter all through him. He watches Eddie halfway trip out the door, running into it once and pulling on it three times before pushing it open.

Steve can’t stop grinning, thinking about later, determined to tell Eddie he’s already in love with him too.

[pedge-page]

Swim Lessons

Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: in Jackson, you find a creative way to get Joel to come to the lake to see Ellie swim.

Warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, Joel calls you a slut or whore a few times, fingering, orgams denial, slight belly bulge, teasing, minor breeding kink (honestly I don't count it but maybe sorta), description of female reader body, low key perverted Joel, language, wet Joel is a warning itself.

18+ ONLY, minors DNI

- - - -

You were walking outside, planting flowers outside some of the main walkways when you had overheard the two of them through their kitchen window.

Ellie was begging Joel to teach her how to swim during their first summer at Jackson. There was a lake within the confines of the community that was open for fishing and, during the hot summer months, leisure swimming. What a luxury in the apocalypse.

"No."

"Please??"

"I said no."

"Wuss," Ellie mumbled under her breath.

Joel shot daggers at her, but he was not going to budge.

"Ain't going to no lake and getting my clothes wet just to watch you flail like a kid who can't swim."

"I AM a kid who can't swim, asshole. And you'd have to take your clothes off, duh."

Oh what a sight that would be.

Joel laughed out loud. "Even more reason I won't be there."

Joel turned around and noticed you leaning on the ground, your back turned towards him. He admired your silhouette, the little shorts and tank top covering your backside as you delicately turned over the soil and planted the bulbs. He was unaware that you could hear their conversation, but you were fully aware oh his eyes burning at the back of your skull.

Ellie noticed (she always notices--Joel can't help but make it so obvious when he's staring at you). "She'll be there too."

Joel scoffed, acting like be wasn't checking you out for three silent minutes straight. "Who?" He asks incredulously.

Ellie raised her eyebrows. "Bet she'll wear something cute."

Joel shook his head, acting uninterested. His mind was going a thousand miles a minute eying you up once again and trying NOT to think about the numerous bathing suits he could picture you In, all of which he'd be stripping you out of by the time the sun set.

You hear your name being called from the window by Ellie. You turn around and wave. Joel tries to dodge your eyes, a blush creeping on his face.

"Will you teach me to swim tomorrow at the lake?" Ellie asked.

"Of course!" You responded. "I'll be there at 3."

The next day, right at 3pm, Ellie was right on time. You were stretching along the sandy waterline, watching others kick around the shallow waters and diving into the depths. It was genuinely peaceful.

Ellie wore a full piece that ended in shorts, modestly covering her lower region. You could tell she was incredibly anxious to be standing around in such tight fitting and revealing clothes.

It pissed you that she was alone.

"He didn't come?"

"Said he would think about it. But he was going down for a nap when I left." She mumbled dejected. You watched her twirl her fingers anxiously, watching the dozens of kids and adults freely splashing around the water.

You knew having Joel here would help her confidence, knowing there was someone here who knew her more intimately. The one who taught her to shoot, hunt, and survive. But ultimately, having Joel here would give her someone to bully, and that was a huge confidence booster for the 14 year old.

"He'll come," you said, absolutely sure. "I'll go talk to him in a few minutes. Now let's just standing in the water for a bit, get you used to the temperature."

--

Joel was lying faceup on the couch, his arm propping his neck up against the armrest. He had no plans to go to the lake that day. The less he thought about you, the better off he'd be at resisting your temptations.

A fervent knock on the door startled him. Grumbling, he reluctantly got up from napping position and opened the door.

There were a million things he expected, but you standing there in the most revealing bikini, dripping wet all over his porch, fucking barefoot, was not one of them.

"Hey Joel!" You beamed. You could see his brain stop working as he stood there gawking at you like a fish out of water. "Ellie forgot her goggles so I'm just coming by to pick them up."

"Uhhhhh."

You had to suppress the smirk on your face as you pushed by him to jog upstairs to Ellies room. When you came back, making an obvious show of your breasts and ass bouncing down the stairs, you twirled the googles in your hand. "Got em!"

You made your way to the front door.

Joel still hadn't uttered a word. He was struggling to process what to say. He could be mad that you barged in without permission. Or that you were leaving water footprints all over the floorboards. But no, all that was on his mind was the way the water dripped down your wet hair, running down between the valley of your tits, your belly, cascading along your naval, between your legs. The way the bra did nothing but accentuate your supple breasts, pushing them up and together like they were tempting him. How gorgeous your legs looked with basically string over your hips, and the glistening of droplets against your skin just making you shine in the sun. The entire time he didn't even make eye contact with you, so unaware of the fact that he was staring at every inch of your body. His tongue slowly licked his parched lips. The only thing on his mind was bending you over his knee right now and beating you ass red--

"Ellie's making good progress. Shame you won't be there to see," you said, smile still genuine and sweet on your face as you went to the front door. He finally looks up to your eyes and blushes, quickly looking away.

"Yeah.... shame," he mumbles.

You wave goodbye--making even effort to have your tits sway with the movement, before hopping off towards the lake.

---

It takes all of 10 minutes for Joel to show up at the lake. You know it because Ellie, who was now doggy paddling in the shallow end, stood up and gave a low whistle. You were in the water with her, lying down to submerge your body, when you turned around. God, you wish you had a camera.

Joel stood in the sand awkwardly looking lost and out of place, beach towel in hand, flip-flops and (oh my GOD) actual shorts. You took a closer look, realizing this is the first time you've ever seen his legs (he's always wearing jeans) and notice they weren't swim trunks. They were fucking boxers. To your dismay, he was wear a short sleeves shirt, but none the less, this was most naked Joel had ever been in pubblic. And you could see the same nervous stance Ellie had when she first showed up too.

"Well aren't you pretty, you old fucker," Tommy muttered, whistling at Joel as well. He was sun bathing in his swim trunks, shirtless, with sunglasses.

Ellie bounced out of the water to come oogle Joel, making snide comments. Her attitude had improved immensely, just as you suspected.

"Yeah yeah, shut up." He groaned. "Where are your goggles?"

"What goggles?"

Joel stared at Ellie, then to you. He gave you a knowing, defeated look. You sunk down in to the water so he couldnt see your giggles. He sat down next to Tommy.

You came out, freshly soaking wet in your bikini.

Joel moved his beach towel to his lap, wrapping up towards his lower ribcage to conceal his belly, sitting there with hands by his side, legs bent, trying to hide his obvious boner from the world. Despite how much he eye fucked you earlier, he was doing his best to avoid looking at you now.

"So nice of you to come see Ellie, Joel," you teased. You sat down next to him, softly pressing your tits right against his muscle arm. The tips of his ears were bright red.

"You're supposed to take your shirt off and go swimming," Ellie said.

"M'fine right here. Ain't nobody need to see what's under here."

"Wuss," Ellie mumbled. Before Joel could tut her off, she was leaping back into the water. You and Joel were both extremely proud of the work she had made.

And yes, you could see the difference in her confidence now that Joel was here watching her. You both watched her splash some of the other kids, laughing and enjoying herself.

Without removing his gaze from Ellie, Joel leaned towards you. "You're a fucking tease, you know that?"

He hadn't noticed you had whipped the goggles out. You dropped them on to his lap, causing him to yelp as they grazed the tip of his erect dick under the towel. You snatched his glasses from his eyes and put them over your head, forcing him squint at you.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

- - - -

About two hours later, most people had gone home to enjoy a summer nap after a day at the lake. The sun was setting beyond the trees. Joel waved Tommy goodbye, leaving just him, you, and Ellie. You had fallen asleep under an umbrella (an umbrella Joel had to put over you so you didn't burn in the sun while you slept.)

He took his shirt off and slipped into the lake, encouraging Ellie to go deeper into the water, promising he'd be right next to her. You had awoken to both of them comfortably in the water together, Ellie splashing Joel and getting his fluffy hair all wet and tampered down. It made your heart swell to watch the two of them exist as they are without anyone else.

You did your job. Time to go home.

You had started rolling up your towel when Joel's wet hand reached out and grabbed you. You turned around and saw him dripping wet, finally shirtless. Fuck he was even more imposing with less clothing. His soft belly did nothing to lessen his broad shoulders and strong built. Your eyes drifted down to his boxers, now clinging to his muscle thighs and hips and the outline of his big fucking c---

Joel smirked to himself, seeing the blush creep on your face. He realized how the reversal of your roles from earlier still garnered the same reaction.

"Thanks again for coming to teach Ellie to swim," you piped, hoping it wasn't obvious the effect his body had on you for a change.

"You were the one teaching her most of it. Just came to watch."

"Me or Ellie?" You smirked.

Joel rolled his eyes. He would never admit that the main reason he came was to watch you strut around in that pathetic excuse of a bikini for hours. Once you had given him a taste at his front door and left, he botled upstairs, dug through his clothes, searching for swim trunks. He didn't want to see too out of the ordinary when he showed up to eye fuck you for the rest of the evening. Not having a single pair of swim shorts wasn't going to stop him from seeing you in your glory.

He glanced back down to your breasts (now realizing you were pushing your arms together to accentuate their plumpness right at him), licking his lips. Seductively bringing his darkened gaze back to you, you felt your pussy throb with need.

He clearbed his throat. "Well, I was wonderin' if you wanted to--"

Before he could finish, Ellie had slapped a hand on Joel's back, barging in the conversation. "I am soooo pruney! Anyway, thanks for teaching me to swim!" She wrapped Joel's towel around his shoulders.

You and Joel both say at the same time "You're welcome."

Ellie took one look at the pair of you before loudly announcing, "Im going to Dina's tonight. Bye!" Before running off.

And then there were two.

You shuffled awkwardly, avoiding his eyes by playing with the sand below your feet. "You were saying? Wondering if I wanted to ... get swim lessons from you too?"

"Ha. No. Sure you're a fantastic swimmer. No. Wonderin' if you wanted to come to my place tonight."

"Oh? What for?" You teased.

He leaned closer, his fingers dragging your chin so you stare up as he pressed his wet body against yours. He rolls his bottom lip between his teeth before answering: "'Cause I'm not fucking you in some nasty lake."

You gulp, never expecting him to he so forward. For once, he had you speechless while he enjoyed your freezed reaction.

You two had barely made it through his front door before he was shoving his lips on yours, moaning into the kiss. Your lips were dry from the hours in the sun and water, but he was so thirsty for a taste of you that he couldn't care in the slightest.

"Teasin me all day with this fuckin bikini," he groaned, pulling the thin string that held your bilinki top together from the back. The top fell right off, his hands immediately replacing them to rub your breasts. "Knew these tits would be gorgeous," he moaned into your mouth, making you shiver. You closed your lips around his again, feeling his hands travel down your back till they reached your ass, giving a firm squeeze. "Can't believe you went out wearing a fucking thong and calling it a bathing suit."

"This IS a bathing suit," you laughed, licking his bottom pouty lip. "Least I didnt wear actual underwear."

He bit your earlobe, pressing you against the wall. "Gave you something to think about, didn't it?" His fingers were pushing your bottoms aside and rubbing along your soaked folds. You keened into his mouth, eyes closing with head thrown back. You could feel his hot breath on your face. "Fuckin knew you'd be soaked. Not just talkin about the water. Drenched cunt just from lookin at me, huh? Filthy slut."

Holy FUCK he had a mouth, and you couldn't help but feel more aroused from his words.

He continued to stroke your clit with his thumb, two fingers seaking your hole and plunging in at once. "Oh, fuck, Joel!"

He propped his knee between your legs, preventing you from closing them. He let you grind your pussy against his palm while he worked both fingers fast, curling, pulling then pushing in fast rythm, hitting your g spot with deadly precision.

"You like this?"

"Ah huh!"

"Say it."

"I like it! Oh J--m' gonna cum!"

Joel immediately withdrew his fingers, making you whine at the emptiness. "What the f--"

"Teachin everybody some lessons today." He kissed each cheek. "You're gonna learn not to tease me like that."

He continued to press his lips all over you you, refusing to put his fingers back on your aching clit. He resorted to grinding his wet bulge against your mound. You gasped at the sheer size of him, desperately needing that thing inside you.

Between kisses, you had gripped his hair which had now started to curl again around the roots. You managed to say, "Shower."

Joel scooped you up bridal style and carried you up the stairs. He placed you down in the bathroom slapping your ass.

"Take that rudiculous thing off," he ordered, nodding to your bikini bottom while he stripped off his own wet clothes off.

Your thighs clenched at the sight of his erect dick bouncing up to his soft tummy, standing tall, dripping a healthy amount of precum. It was flush red, angry at the tip, pulsing towards you. "See what ya do to me?" He wrapped a thick hand around the shaft, pumping it slowly while watching you. "Been like this all day cuz of you."

Your eyes never left it as you stepped backwards into the shower. He followed you in, shutting the curtains behind him.

While you turned on the shower and adjusted the heat, you could feel his lips met the back of your neck, slowly trailing down your shoulders and back up your spine. His stiff cock pressed between your silky thighs, rutting against your ass each time with desperate thrusts. You could feel your cunt aching at his earlier denial of your orgasm. You sigh heavily once the heat sprays you both. "Should get clean first before our mouths get too busy."

Joel nodded. You had lathered each other up, taking extra care to slick up his dick while he rubbed suds all over your ass, tits, and folds. He grunted, smiling when you would twist your wrist at the tip before fisting his cock repeatedly.

"Beautiful," he whispered against your lips.

His hand crept lower to your ass then down one thigh, hosting it up and around his hip as he drove your back against the slick wall. His other hand notched his cock at your entrance, teasing it.

"Gonna be a good girl and take this, yes?"

You bit your lip, avoiding his eyes. Of course you wanted to take that big fucker, ride his dick until morning. But you wanted to see how far he'd go just to "teach you a lesson."

Joel didn't like your lack of response. You felt a bot hand wrap around your throat, straitening you up. He pressed his face so close, his nose pushing against your cheek.

"SAY IT."

"'m gonna be a good girl, take your cock," you pleaded, unable to put up a farsce anymore. You smirked, and God, you were gonna be the death of him.

Joel impaled you on his full length in one thrust. You gasped, head slamming against the tile. "Ow!"

Joel's hand gently cupped the back of your head, rubbing the ache. "You okay?" He asked. He stayed still inside you.

You were so overwhelmed with how full you felt, how he just throbbed against your walls, that the pain in your head subsided quickly with his soft touch. "Just fuck me, pretty boy," you moaned.

He brought his lips to yours before beginning his assault, bringing both legs around his waist as he fucked you against the wall.

You had noticed it earlier when he emerged from the water with Ellie. How he'd run his hands in his wet hair, the wait it plastered smoothly against his head. It made him look both younger and older all at once. Mature and aloof, bold and serious, yet tender and like a playboy. It made you realize just how badly you wanted to be in this position right now, his cock ramming against your cervix, taking you like you were his.

"Little pussy so fucking tight, baby," he growled against your chest. "Fucking made to take my cock, ain't that right?"

You nodded again, whimpers and little shootings being the only sounds that could escape you.

As the water washed away the suds from your body, Joel took the opportunity to suck one breast in his mouth, biting your nipple. You dragged your hands into his hair, clenching tightly, wanting less, wanting more, wanting him.

His lower belly was grinding perfectly against your clit, your climax finding you quickly. "Joel," you warned.

"Go ahead, baby. You earned it. Cum on my cock."

And you were, arms wrapped around his broad shoulders as you cum, cum and cum, pent up from not just today but from the weeks and weeks you had been teasing, trying, testing Joel, just to get you here. You smiled sadistically, still on cloud nine, rubbing your pussy against him.

Joel glances down at the sight of his cock disappearing into your warm heat. "Ooohh f-fuck baby. Look at that."

You looked down with him, watching a slight bulge appear and disappearing against your lower tummy with each puncture of his cock deep inside you. He pressed a palm flat against it, your walls clamping down on his dick even harder. "So big, Joel. Fills me up so good."

"Yeah? Been thinking about this cock filling you forever, haven't you? Doing whatever to get me to fuck you. M gonna give it to you, sweet pea. Every fucking day. Every night. Just keep those legs spread f'me, ya hear?"

"Yes yes yes yes, oh God yes, Joel!" You could already feel a second orgasm building inside you. You leaned back further into the wall, leveraging yourself to help bounce on his cock with each thrust.

"Little whore. Fucking yourself on my cock like that. Gotta ride my dick like this later tonight, okay? Ain't gonna last much now. Been needing you too much." He was grunting into your shoulder now, letting out needy groans as he neared his end. "Where do ya want?"

You shouldnt. Should be smart about this. Especially your first time with him. Especially in the apocalypse. Especially without any protection. But Your body had a mind of its own now, that familiar feeling climbing higher and higher deep inside you. Your ankles hitch around his back, caging him against you, reducing him to shallow, deep thrusts inside.

Joel could feel your tight draw to him. He smiled against your neck, thrusts picking up pace. "Tell me. Need to hear ya say it."

You gripped his hair again, making him moan, yanking him back to look you in the eyes. "Want your cum inside me, Joel Miller."

He drove his hips into yours like a mad man, fucking himself as deep as possible, teeth gritting, never once breaking eye contact, and then suddenly the both of you were seizing up, eyebrows scrunched together, mouths agape but pressed together as your orgasms washed over you. You could feel hot ropes of his cum pump deep inside, one, two, threefourfive--six healthy strings of pulses, emptying his load into your womb.

You both panted loudly, the only other sounds being the steady cascade of water down the drain. Joel peppered your lips in light kisses as you both came down from your highs. You could hardly form your lips to return the kisses, instead now realizing just how light headed you were feeling after the best cum of your life. Joel felt your legs loosen, barely catching yourself, as his cock slipped from your embrace. Strong arms didn't let go of you, watching as your eyes close, blissfully, your skin hot from the water.

He turned off the water and carried you to the bed, gently lying you down. He dried you up with a towel, with extra care against your battered pussy. Copious amounts of his cum was leaking, and he had to restrain himself from putting his hot tongue between your legs to clean you up, enjoy the taste of both of your mixed cum bit more. No, you were half passed out, skin aflamed from the hot shower. You needed tending.

He disappeared from the room for a moment, naked wet ass and all, before reappearing with a bottle.

"Need to start hydrating more if you're gonna be out in the sun all day, lady." He helped tilt your head up so you could take gulps of much needed water. You broke away to breath heavily, some water slipping down your chest. Joel didn't hesitate to drag his tongue up your skin, sucking the water off. You smiled dreamily.

"That's what you're here for."

- - - -

You napped, fucked again, ate, sucked his cock, then he ate you out, fell asleep, and then woke up with his cock buried inside you again.

The next morning, Joel got an angry Maria banging on his door, cussing him out for using too much water for your extra long shower yesterday, causing a shortage of heat and fresh running water for the surrounding 6 homes.

[oikasugayama]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN PARTS 4 AND 5 CANCELED!!!😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 I want CHUUUYYYAAAA GGRRRRRRRRRR ARFFFFFFRUFFFFFFFFFFFFFF RUFFFFF ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG (plz consider changing you mind)😁

PFFFFT I will write Chuuya just for you because this made me laugh really hard. Apparently barking at me is a successful tactic lmfaoooo

He fucks you when you're stuck -- Chuuya edition

You're on an infiltration mission with your PM squad. You're all made to blend in with another group to seem like regulars as you start to get closer to your target.

This leads to you picking up yoga purely to be in the same class as your target's partner. You make sure to lay your yoga mat close enough to hers so you could hear if she ever talked about your target (she didn't)

You and several other PM members share a hotel suite. You and two others share one bedroom while another two people sleep in another room.

Chuuya is one of your roommates.

Your group is gone, out either getting lunch or working or something you don't know don't care. You got a new pair of athletic leggings to wear to yoga and you were trying them on in your room with the door open bc no one else was there. right?

Well the leggings are TIGHT even though they're your usual size the fabric is soooo tight and focused on compression that you can baaaarely get into them. It takes you a long time and a genuine LOT of focus to pull them up your legs, over you knees, holy shit your thighs are a struggle, YOUR ASS IS A FUCKING PAIN TO GET INTO THESE GOT DAMN LEGGINGS but you're so fucking determined you will NOT accept failure at this point.

You finally get them up over your hips and around your waist and decide... you fucking hate them. they're ugly and they're too hard to put on, you're deadass standing there panting and with a little bit of sweat on your forehead. it was so damn hard to get into these stupid leggings.

At the exact moment that you push the waistband down, someone walks in the room behind you and closes the door. you're so startled that you fall forward, leggings still stuck on your thighs with the waistband holding your knees together.

"well, well, well," chuuya says, saunting over as you turn over so your ass isn't in the air.

you try to cover yourself, you try to kick at him, but he chuckles and eaaaaasily strong-arms you. he pushes your legs back, puts the waistband of your leggings behind your head, and fuck, now you're stuck bent in half on the floor with chuuya kneeling in front of you.

"What the fuck????" you ask, trying to lean your head down far enough to get the leggings to unhook from your head but they wont, they're too stuck on your legs, too stuck around your head.

"you were giving me a show and you think i'm not gonna get a front row seat?" he asks, running his hands along the back of your thighs, slowly letting his thumbs get closer to your panties.

"what the fuck are you talking about??"

"wiggling into these damn pants, showing your ass off in the mirror, then bending straight over. i've been sitting on the couch the whole time, the fuck you think i was gonna look at?"

"i didn't know you were there!!"

"bullshit. i know you've been making eyes at me. this was all part of your plan, huh?" by now he's rubbing you through your underwear and you're clenching, twitching, trying to squirm away from him despite how your body warms up subconsciously to the touching.

"Chuuya, I didn't know you were there!!! I was not doing anything" you don't sound convincing even to your own ears, something about trying to be sincere with him right now sounds like a script from a badly written porno.

chuuya's fingers sliding under your panties and into your vagina really emphasize the "badly written porno" feel to this whole ordeal.

"oh no? then you just danced your little ass around and bent over for no reason huh? and you've not been flirting with me and sitting next to me and laughing at my jokes, huh?"

"that doesn't-- ahh-- that doesn't mean anything" you try to insist as he fingers you. he smirks when your voice breaks.

"no? then sounds like you need to be punished for working me up. making me think you liked me."

"p-punished?"

"gonna fuck you so good," he says, adding a second finger to your pussy and using his thumb to brush your clit. "you're gonna beg for this cock and say 'sorry daddy' for leading me on."

[sparklingsjy]

enhypen's reaction to you wearing revealing clothes and other members checking you out

note: requested by anon!

contains: suggestive (hyung line) and tiny bit of smut (sunghoon), these big babies have jealousy issues, mentions of getting drunk and niki threatening his hyung LOL

heeseung:

first off he LOVES when you wear revealing clothes

heeseung loves admiring your body so whenever you show it off, he's your number one hype man

unfortunately he does get possessive once he notices jake checking you out

"y/n you are looking GOOD"

"watch your mouth jake"

"yes sir!"

he knows jake means no harm but once you dress to impress, he has to remind EVERYONE that you belong to him <3

. . . . which means a long night of seeing stars and the members teasing you guys for being loud :')

jay:

you're funny if you think he's going to let you be with the members for 5 minutes in a two piece skintight black dress

his girlfriend in revealing clothes near his members is already a sign to run

once jay sees you WHEW you better cancel your plans tomorrow cause you will NOT be walking straight

"trying to show off what's mine? hm?"

you are in for a night of aggressive make outs (and more) but the after care is AMAZING

i love jay sm can he be mine already

jake:

he's so down bad

this man genuinely cannot believe you're his when he sees you in a short silky red dress

he caresses your curves and gives you kisses all over until he hears sunoo and jungwon complimenting you

"how did jake get so lucky with y/n..."

"she looks so pretty"

"do i always have to remind you guys that she's with ME? keep your compliments to yourself!"

once he takes you to his room he gets all pouty bc he's a big baby who gets jealous quick and wants reassurance LOL

sunghoon:

"yo sunghoon y/n is looking hot tonight"

"can i take her upstairs with me?"

jay and niki LOVE pushing hoon's limits

maybe it was a mistake wearing a very revealing dress to heeseung's party

but did you care when hoon had you bent over in front of the mirror in the guest room? nah!

yes he's a shy boyfriend but this man WILL claim you if you test him

"you looked so pretty tonight baby" "only i can see you like that" "you dressed like that for me, right?"

hoon will leave you looking like a mess and covered in hickies

but only he'll be the only one seeing them so i guess it's worth it at the end :>

sunoo:

you wearing a tiny pink dress is what lead you to being showered in compliments by sunoo

"y/n you look like a princess!" "i'm so lucky to have you"

sunoo is so cautious with you and makes sure you're comfortable :(

"are you sure you want to go out like this? i'm happy you wore this for me but i want you to be comfortable too!"

however, you dressing like that had jay and heeseung's eyes on you

"sunoo you should share y/n with us"

"yeahh she looks so pretty! how did she fall for you?"

"maybe because i'm the only normal one in this group . . . and better looking"

jungwon:

wonnie is used to you wearing revealing clothes when going out at night with your friends

but he's not used to the teasing that comes from his members yet, especially sunghoon

"jungwon you're a brave man for letting her go out looking all sexy"

of course, wonnie was already staring daggers at sunghoon once he noticed him checking you out

"she knows who she belongs to so quit watching her every move hyung"

before you leave the house, he's telling you to not fall for another guy and if anyone tries to bother her, he's outside waiting to pick her up

jungwon trusts you that you'll make the right decisions and will help you get ready for bed once you guys return <3

even if it means causing a ruckus because of how drunk you got LOL

niki:

you and niki both love fashion so it's not a surprise that you're wearing the tiniest clothes in existence for a photoshoot

niki and his members went to support you but they ended up drooling over you instead

"stop drooling over someone you can't have"

"you're lucky she's even with you when i exist"

"you're lucky i haven't laid my hands on you jake"

"niki! he's older than you, be nice"

"he's drooling over my girl!"

he gets feisty when his members tease him over you LMFAO

but then again, seeing you dressed like that just made him love you even more

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ending note: thank you for reading !

[trashmouth-richie]

𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗

pt 2 of do you like the way the water tastes?

eddie x fem!reader

summary: eddie walks you home but doesn’t do what you expect, when you try to confront him it doesn’t go as planned.

Your work shoes were rubbing at your ankles, friction from the water and the inability to never really feel dry after spending the afternoon at the pool, prevalent on your reddening skin. 

  But you could care less. 

  Eddie and you had been walking home in small awkward silence for the last ten minutes. Every once in a while his boot would crack a rock down the sidewalk and you’d kick it back to him, playing again, like children. 

  The silly boy at the pool with you was now being coy, rosy cheeks hiding behind a curtain of curls when your knuckles brushed his while you walked. 

  He clears his throat a few times, maybe the chlorine was making his throat scratchy? Or possibly his bravado fell once the two of you were alone?

  Either way, you focused on the way his fingers went to his mouth to bite the nail in a nervous habit, the click of his tongue ring on the back of his front teeth in another little routine for him. The noise makes your belly burn. so you break the ice.

  You bump into his shoulder, one hand twirling the ends of your hair, the other taking advantage of the heated skim of his skin on yours, “really had me fooled at Benny’s.” 

  he chuckles quickly, exasperating a small snort that he covers with a cough, “ ‘m sorry, probably should have said something better than that— just thought you’d like to ditch work and swim with me— I mean us.” The pretty blush creeps across his cheeks again and you can’t help but grin. 

  “Well,” you joke, stretching an olive branch out to him, “I’m glad your sick little plan worked.” 

  The heat creeps up to his ears and he chances to look down at you. Your smile widens and his gaze has you turning away, suddenly sheepish. 

  His eyes never leave you, but his better judgment stops him from grabbing your hand.  “yeah,” he manages, hot tongue licking his own lips. Daring to stare at the way the sun catches on the slope of your nose and sweat beads on your cupid’s bow, “lucky me.” 

  —

  “No kiss or anything?” Stella squeals through the end of your phone a week later. 

  Eddie had walked you all the way to the door of your apartment building. The small talk was sweet along the way, and you thought when he paused on his way to leave and looked at your lips that he would lean into a kiss. 

  But he never did. And you felt stupid. 

  Surely he’d ask for your number? 

  But he didn’t do that either.

  Instead he leaned into the door frame, ghosted his nose along your chin and whispered into your ear, the same clink of his tongue ring on his teeth, “see you around, sweetheart.” 

  What probably took a matter of 5 seconds lingered on your skin for hours. His smell; all chlorine and cigarettes. The way his cheeks burned in a crimson tinged tan from the sun. 

  It was intoxicating. 

  Addicting. 

  And you were left confused. He had almost kissed you at the pool… so why was he shy when you were alone? And even worse, silent. 

  “Nancy Drew couldn’t crack this case,” you explained to your best friend, “I thought we would… I don’t know.. go out? Maybe sneak a kiss?” 

  You were annoying yourself. Why was this bothering you so bad? It’s not as if you had a ton of boyfriends in your lifetime, but you knew when someone was flirting. 

  And Eddie Munson was laying on the charm, hot and heavy. 

  “Maybe he has a girlfriend?” Stella quipped, “maybe he was just letting you down easy?” 

  Sweet Stella was always so genuine, she'd tell it to you straight but deliver it in sugary goodness. And even though she was sweet the words cut you like a knife. 

  “Fuck, who knows, I gotta go… see you at work?” 

  She says her goodbyes and you slam the receiver down, the ding satisfying to your ears. 

  Was Eddie playing you? Your stomach twists at the thought and you nearly kick yourself for letting him get the best of you. You didn’t even know him enough to be this upset. 

  Pushing him out of your mind the best you could for the rest of the afternoon you wait tables, pocketing next to nothing in tips because you won’t crack a smile. Coffee stains your apron, and ketchup coats the toe of your shoe, the smell making you gag in disgust. 

  Anything and everything that could go wrong at work did. At least to you. Stella and Dawn seemed to be having a great shift but you were brooding in your own head about the audacity Eddie Munson had to not even call, or have the balls to tell you that he wasn’t interested. 

  Being led on was worse than rejection. And this stung horribly, wedging the stinger into your chest further with every huff of annoyance you let out. 

  Stella’s smile cheers you up, her uniform cinching her curves in all the right ways, her pockets nearly bursting with loose change and folded bills in tips.

  “Maybe he’s shy?” She says over a shared cigarette in the back near closing time, her brain had been working overtime trying to make you feel better. 

  Shrugging your shoulders you scoot onto the plastic bucket you’ve used as a chair since starting at Benny’s junior year. “I dunno Stell, I feel like a giant fucking loser.” 

  It was true, you hadn’t heard anything from him since he walked you home. You even made an embarrassing call to Gareth to see if you would bring Eddie up. But he never did. You were annoyed with yourself for giving a shit when clearly he didn’t. 

  “Well how about this,” she says sliding down next to you, “I’ll close up tonight and you go home and rest. No sense in feeling like shit  and being at this dump .” 

  —

  The drive back to your apartment is short, and hot, the air conditioning that hasn’t worked all summer in your car suddenly driving you mad.  The old radio that fuzzed and only came clear in one station decided to quit indefinitely right in the middle of your favorite song. 

  Before the transmission is thrown into park, you’re on the verge of screaming, and when the key sticks in the ignition you slam your hands into the steering wheel. Could this day get any worse? 

  Frustration brews when you finally finagle the key just right so it pops out of the vice and your elbow catches the dash, hard. The last straw. 

Smoldering tears well in your eyes, but you swallow them down. And it’s in that moment that you decide you need answers right the fuck now. 

  —

  Forest Hills Trailer Park was on the outskirts of town, nestled up against a vast, thick tree line. You didn’t know which trailer was his, taking a chance on a tan one that had a van parked out front that looked similar to his. Only to be embarrassed beyond belief when an old lady with missing teeth and tight curlers cursed you out for interrupting Oprah, a slam of her shitty screen door in your face. 

  Stomping down the steps you narrowly avoid a nail on the second step. Causing you to lose your balance and topple over into barely-there grass covered lawn. Face first into the dirt.

  Great. 

  The drag of soil  and the pull of grass snapping from the earth rings into your ears and shoves under your nails as you scrape your hands on the yard of lot 11, pushing yourself up. 

  The first rogue tear slides down your dirty face and you don’t even bother to wipe it away. Simply shifting to sit on your butt while you dust gingerly at the gravel and fresh blood from your knees. 

  You were wrong before: today could get worse. Much worse. Coffee, ketchup, grass and dirt all paint your work uniform. You were a mess. A pissed off, mess. 

  You hear your name in a question. And when you look up there he is. The one you had been searching for. Standing above you with a concerned expression, trying hard to hide a grin. He’s wearing a bandana around his head, the pungent smell of grease and sticky oil wafts to you when the wind picks up and he gets closer, a socket wrench gripped lazily in his hand. 

  The dirt on your cheek and bits of twigs stuck in your hair only add to the messy glamor of how you already looked. But Eddie can’t help but stare, the same heat in his cheeks and swimming in his stomach from the day at the pool when you look up at him, tears ready to fall. 

  “Didn’t know Miss Jeanie had a granddaughter,” he says with a slight tease, “thought she was too damn mean to ever be married.” 

  When the scowl set on your face didn't budge he changed his tone, shifting his weight from laid back and almost cocky with a hip out to standing like he was getting scolded. Both feet locked in place and his head down, shoulders sagged, peeking at you through his bangs, he stammers, “a—are you okay?” 

  A loud sniff leaves your body as you shove yourself up from the ground, not seeing the hand Eddie threw out to help you, “yeah,” you spit, wincing slightly as the bend in your knees stretches open the broken skin, “just peachy, I try to spend my Saturdays falling down the steps of some rickety ass trailer in hopes of avoiding a nail through my foot.” 

  Eddie only stares, mouth set in confusion as he tries to think of a quick reply, something witty, maybe something to make you laugh, but you don’t give him the time. 

  Turning on your heel, you stumble over a rock but catch yourself. Again, not seeing the way Eddie had ran forward with an outstretched hand to help. You’ve never been more mad and embarrassed in your entire life, and all you wanted to do was get the hell out of here. 

  It’s not until you have the door of your car open does Eddie register what he wanted to say, “what are you doing here?”

  It comes out wrong, accusing compared to the way he thought it would fall flirty from his lips. And you’re stunned, the tears falling freely now. 

  “Fuck, I mean— shit—” he stutters through his explanation, tongue tied and twisting in on itself, “n—not like ‘what are you doing here?’ but…” embarrassment works up his neck and hides on the tips of his ears, “I—I meant, Uhh— shit, d’ you need a band aid?” 

  The tears make clean streaks down your face and you wipe at them angrily. “N-o I don’t need a f-frickin’ bandaid, Eddie!” You needed a hot bath, a nap, a fucking cigarette; anything but this frustratingly awkward conversation with you resembling a bum and Eddie looking like a Greek Mechanic God.

  “Well, you’re bleeding,” he emphasizes and points to the bloody scrapes on your knees. 

  You knew they were bleeding, they stung and burned with each step you took, but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of helping you out. 

  “I’m f—fine,” you stutter.

  “Shh, c’mon sweet girl,” Eddie says, closing the steps between you both and shutting your car door, his forefinger curled to catch a tear from dripping down your cheek, “lemme clean y’ up and then you can tell me what brought this cute little face down to the slums.” 

  You had come here to give him a piece of your mind, demand to know why he was so hot and cold. Instead you had made a fool out of yourself, and were a blubbering mess. 

  —

  Eddie’s trailer was the one next door to Miss Jeanie’s. Misjudging the yard his van was parked in as hers, you silently kick yourself as you follow him up the three steps leading inside. 

  His trailer is welcoming in a young bachelor type of way. Comforting outdated trinkets, guitar amps and cords strewn across the surfaces— keeping the dust and empty beer cans company.

  “Sorry,” he says, picking up some beer cans and tossing them into the trash, “roommates a slob, have a seat Uhh— wherever,” he says gesturing around with his hands and disappearing down a narrow hallway. 

  You look around and take a seat at the table, “didn’t know you had a roommate,” you call out, looking around the small cluttered living space. Tapes and magazines cover the small table along with a faded green homemade ashtray filled almost to the rim. 

  Eddie comes bounding back down the hallway, carrying a small first aid kit and a washcloth, “I don’t,” he quips, delivering a wink that has your stomach somersaulting. And when he notices the heat rise on your cheeks, he gives you a toothy smile in an attempt to hide his own blush. 

  And it was like no time had passed. Like he hadn’t been avoiding you for a week, but rather that you were still swimming in the cool blue water of the pool, kissed by the warmth of the sun and his arms around you when he pulled you in. 

  His thumbs trace the edges of the kit in a nervous habit, “Alright, let's take a look at those knees,” he looks from you to the kitchen counter, “do you uh.. here—” with a sweep of his arm he shoves the magazines and scattered tapes in a dusty cardboard box and tossed it on the table, “sit up here.” 

  Quirking an eyebrow at him, you give him a puzzled expression, which he answers with a laugh, “Dr. Munson needs to be able to see what he’s doing.” 

  For the first time since arriving in the trailer park, you let out a small smile, “doctor huh?” you question hoisting yourself onto the counter. 

  Eddie works beside you filling a bowl with warm water, “shyeah, I’m the band's primary caregiver,” he explains in a mockery tone, “even gave myself stitches a few years back after hiding from the cops when Jeff’s party got busted.” 

  He extends his pale arm towards you brandishing the silvery crook of a scar on his forearm, “twelve stitches, not the prettiest thing but it did the job.” 

  The air of your giggle was exactly what he was looking for, and his dimples dip into his cheeks with a smirk, hiding behind uncombed curls. 

  Thick fingers open the lid to the kit and he pulls out the old packages of gauze and bandages. Dipping a washcloth into the warm water he whistles a tune you haven’t heard, wringing the cloth out, the water splashes gently into the bowl. 

  He glanced over at your cut knees and winced, “not gonna lie to you, ‘s gonna hurt like hell.” 

  Nodding with a sniffle you quietly say, “I’ve had scraped knees before… doctor.” The grin he tried to hide spreads and tickles the corners of his eyes. 

  “Just want my favorite patient comfortable,” he says leaning into the joke.

  “Favorite or only?”

  His laugh is loud and boisterous, a thousand leagues away from his gentle touch on the delicate raw skin as he presses the cloth carefully around the scrapes and cleans the wound. 

  “Both,” he says, looking up at you through the thick black weeds of his lashes, holding your gaze for a second longer than he should have, pushing the limits. “Ya gonna tell me what you were doin’ playing in the dirt by my trailer or should I guess?”

  “I— I was,” you think quick of a lie, but you almost tremble when his head lowers and his curls tickle the tops of your bare thighs, the feeling sends prickles of goose flesh in its wake. All senses on overload, and you squirm when his warm hand sits atop one of them. 

  “I heard that there was a place to rent here, and well yeah if you must know— I was researching that information for Molly and Gareth.” 

  The sensation is quick lived as he hurriedly empties the bowl and struggles to open the bandaid package, using his teeth instead and spitting the paper to the floor.

  “Really?” He questions, in almost a whisper, after expertly placing the bandaid over the cut. Leaning with palms on either side of you, his stare is playful, “cause Gareth told me they already found a place.” 

  Your blood runs cold and you can smell the brine of sweat on his bandana as he gets closer and boxes you in. Stuttering out a phrase somewhere between, ‘I-was-looking-for-my-other-friend’ and a muttered gasp, he only laughs. 

  The same click from his tongue ring you heard at the pool on the back of his teeth as he clucks his tongue sang in your ears, you’d do whatever you could to hear that again. Shaking his head, he looks at you with the darkest eyes you’ve ever seen, “you sure about that?” 

  Here he was again, laying it on thick and juicy. But two could play this game. 

  “Yeah,” you counter back, leaning forward into him, not giving him the upper hand but wanting to tease him— unable to forget the week of silence. 

  Whispering and curling your lips close to his ear you can hear the way he shudders, “thanks for the bandaids Doctor Munson,” your breath fans on his skin, and you ghost your lips across his cheek, “but, I gotta go.” 

  You didn’t. But the satisfaction of having him close and then you being the one to to push him away was fucking satisfying. 

  Eddie scoffs and pushes off from the counter, crossing his arms across the stained front of his once white shirt, “Two lies from those pretty little lips, sweetheart you’re just asking for trouble.” 

  “I’m not lying,” you say innocently, hopping down from the counter and walking towards the door, bouncing on the balls of your feet. 

  You were. 

  “That's three,” he says, eyes following you like he was lost. The flirty vibe he had been giving was falling away from him. 

  Turning the knob you glance over your shoulder, “looks like I’m out.”  

  In two long legged strides he’s beside you, pulling the door shut with a big hand over your own, his face looks almost flustered like he wasn’t quite sure what to make of you, “Go for a drive with me.” 

  “No,” you sing-song to him looking at your bare wrist as if you were wearing a watch, biting back with a teasing hint of venom of your sour attitude, “it’s late, maybe next week.” 

  He snorts a laugh and the dimples he had tried to hide earlier appear, making you almost melt into the worn linoleum. 

  “Ahh c’mon Pinocchio,” he teases, reaching to your cheek to brush a smear of dirt from it, “maybe a little fresh air will help you remember why you came here in the first place.” 

  “I’ve already ridden in that death trap on wheels, screw boy,” you say pointing a finger into his chest. 

  He crowds you again, licking his lips and biting his tongue ring through his perfect teeth to show you the silver bulb. 

  “Oh baby no, we aren’t driving the van,” his fingers wrap around the hem of your sleeve on your work uniform and he looks down at you with a devilish grin, “we’re taking my bike.” 

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[cup1dvalenl1na]

Hiiiii,

I read your Maka and Liz post today and I loved it ☺️☺️

Would you be willing to write death the kid x reader headcanons where Liz and Patty take it upon themselves to be Kid’s wingwomen? Basically they notice Kid’s interest in the reader and take it into their own hands to try and get them together?

Thank you for reading this!!

Something was weird about Kid,

(not like there ever ISN'T something weird about him lmao.)

But more than usual, Kid was fixing his hair more often, making sure no dust was on his clothes, and taking FOREVER to get ready.

Liz and Patty noticed this, and Patty immediately ran up to Kid and jumped to the conclusion that he liked someone.

Kid denied this fervently, refusing to acknowledge Patty's words, but with the way he reacted, Liz knew it had to be true.

Liz tried to ask him who it was, but Kid kept denying he ever liked someone in the first place and ran off. 💀

Liz and Patty had a mission, and it was to find out who Kid was interested in.

For the next few days, Liz and Patty followed Kid in the shadows, trying to see if he ever reacts differently to someone he talks to.

Eventually Kid comes up to you, and he's unnaturally uptight and stiff, Liz and Patty smirk widely at this.

They found out who it was.

Immediately, before Liz can catch Patty, the latter runs up to Kid, tackling him as soon as you leave, yelling that he likes you and Kid has to cover her mouth to shut her up

He drags Liz and Patty elsewhere to scold them about being so loud about it

Liz offers him help, but Kid denies in embarrassment, and eventually walks away from them.

So Liz comes up with a plan, she would help from the background, like pulling strings,

If her, Kid and Patty were assigned a project together?

Aw man...her and Patty gotta go back home cause they forgot something..

Subtly making Kid have to find a new partner for the project, which would be you

Patty has other ideas, and constantly teases Kid about his interest in you, almost telling you straight up

"HEY (Y/N) DID YOU KNOW THAT KID-"

insert Kid slapping his hand on her mouth and dragging her away

In the end, Liz and Patty for want what's best for him, so they do their best to help him.

If Kid ever comes to them for help, Liz would give genuine advice, like, give them gifts or take them somewhere

So Kid does this, but is always stiff and uptight whenever you two spend time with each other,

Eventually, you or him confess to each other, and Liz and Patty watch from the shadows, giving each other a high five

[kieran-granola]

Material Boy

(This one is available on AO3)

When he’s not busy being a vigilante, Tim likes to think that he’s a pretty simple guy. He has normal, civilian friends. He's awkward when he talks to people he wants to bang. He likes skateboarding and playing Warlocks & Warriors. He dropped out of high school.

He also, like many kids of his generation, grew up collecting superhero merchandise and memorabilia.

And yes, maybe he never got out of the habit of collecting super-trinkets even after joining the vigilante game — a fact he keeps between himself and God, he can only imagine how much shit Steph and the others would give him if they knew — but it's not like he steals stuff from the heroes he knows. He just... buys things. A lot of things.

Which brings him to his current problem: the amount of merchandise created depends a lot on a hero's popularity. This means that Superman has insane amounts of merch. Wonder Woman and Batman too, to a lesser extent. In Gotham, Robin does pretty well for kids' stuff, and Nightwing has inspired more than one, uh, adult line of toys.

…But Red Hood? As tacky as brands can get with their products, they know better than to create merch of mass murdering rogues and villains, and unfortunately people aren't sure whether Red Hood qualifies a good guy. This means that Tim's haul is Very Poor when it comes to Hood. Which is an issue on account of Tim's massive crush on Jason.

How is a man supposed to pine in dignity when he can't even find a decent body pillow to warm his lonely bed? How?!

Tim obviously has to fix this problem. He has to rehabilitate Red Hood and ensure a steady supply of bling for his display cases. And shelves. And furniture. And possibly wardrobe, he's not picky.

He has to.

Which is why he ends up raving about Red Hood, his crime-fighting exploits, and his charity work on social media. He uses all of his covers' accounts and even creates a few more, enthusing people and posting praise until, finally, his amateur PR campaign snowballs.

He knows his job is done when his hashtags start trending outside of the Gotham metro area, and the first Red Hood plushie comes out of Build-A-Bear.

___________________________

Jason is bemused when he first gets wind of his rising popularity. Sure, it's nice to be appreciated and the genuine testimonials from Gothamites warm the cockles of his dead, dead heart, but where did the hype come from? And why are people trying to ask him for autographs? He's a crime lord! He's dangerous and scary, and people should definitely not feel comfortable enough to ask him for selfies!

…Oh fuck, is that it? Is someone trying to sabotage his reputation?

Disturbed, Jason reaches out to Oracle for some help with finding the person behind this heinous plan. He's not entirely sure why Babs laughs for five minutes straight after hearing his question, but she eventually tells him that the original accounts extolling his virtues belong to Red Robin's covers.

Shrugging to himself, he suits up and heads to Tim's nest. He busts in, ready to deliver the wrath of the Hood on Tim for making him look like a hero when he's a Very Mean, Very Dangerous Badass… only to find Tim eating Froot Loops out of some violently lime liquid, while wearing what looks like chibi Red Hood pajamas, complete with little cat ears over the stylized helmet.

Suffice to say, that display takes the wind out of Jason's sails. He holsters his weapons back and takes off his helmet so Tim can properly appreciate how appalled he is before speaking.

"Okay, what the fuck, Timbo?"

Tim blinks. "You wanna be a bit more specific there?"

"I wouldn't even know where to start. Just. What the fuck."

"Well, I'm having dinner?" Tim tries, shoving a spoonful of cereal in his mouth.

"Froot Loops in, what is that, cucumber juice? That's dinner?" Jason stares harder.

Tim swallows his spoonful thickly. "It's Mountain Dew, actually."

"Okay but that's worse. You get how that's worse, right?"

"Did you seriously come here to talk about my meal plans?"

"I came here to ask why you decided to ruin my street cred, and to kick your ass—" Jason winces as Tim eats another mouthful, "—but apparently you're doing a great job at hurting yourself on your own."

Tim gives him a blank look. "I ruined your street cred? How?"

"You told people I'm a hero," Jason says accusingly.

"Ah, I see what the problem is. Look, Jason, this might come as a shock to you and I understand if you need to take a minute to process this very new piece of information but… you are a hero, dumbass."

Jason seriously considers throwing his helmet at Tim but, with the state Tim is in, he's pretty sure it would feel like pouring water on a drowning man.

"I'm not the kind of hero they make jammies of! I mean, what the fuck are you even wearing?"

Tim pulls on his shirt to show off the design, perking up. "These? They're Red Catting Hood limited edition PJs. They're cute, right?"

You're cute, Jason mutters under his breath, before taking a few menacing steps forward. "They're ridiculous. I'm not a cat. And I'm definitely not cute."

"We're going to have to agree to disagree there."

Jason stares at him. "You think I'm cute?"

"No, I think you're a cat," Tim deadpans, still eating his disgusting mixture.

"I… I tried to kill you, remember?!"

"Yeah, you did. And now I have little cartoon kitties of you on my jim-jams. Life's full of curveballs, isn't it?"

Jason is pretty sure he's having a minor breakdown in Tim's kitchen. He opens and closes his mouth silently several times, confusion robbing him of his words. Tim watches him for a couple of minutes, then he stands up and shuffles closer to pat him on the back.

Jason lets out a very unmanly squeak of horror when he spots matching Red Catting Hood slippers on Tim's feet.

Tim shushes him. "Hey, it's okay, dude. I understand that you don't know how to deal with people expressing positive emotions in your direction after getting the Bruce special growing up, but it's gonna be fine. Just breathe. You'll get used to it."

Jason stares at Tim with wide eyes. Then he gently takes him by the shoulders.

"Timmers. Tim. You crazy little birdie. Telling me I'm cute, talking about emotions... Are you okay? Is this a cry for help? Talk to me."

"You ask me that now?" Tim gives him a judgmental look. "I can't believe that's where you draw the line. I mean, where's your 'Be my Robin' enthusiasm?"

"It drowned in your bowl of Mountain Dew next to the Froot Loops. No, but seriously. If I'm your last resort, then you can tell me what's wrong. No need for tacky PJs, I'll listen."

Tim's eyes narrow. "Okay, then listen to this. First of all, my PJs aren't tacky. Second, I like you, dumbass, and yeah, I think you're cute. And third, I hyped you up on social media because I wanted Red Hood merch for my collection."

Jason takes a second to let that confession wash over him. He regrets removing his helmet. He's blushing, he knows he's blushing. In fact he must have been a redhead in another life, because he must be reminiscent of a tomato at this point, and oh no. He's a grown-ass man, why is he blushing like a nerd for this incredibly sleep-deprived, adorable maniac?

"You have a collection?" he squeaks.

"Uh, yeah. I started it when I was 4." Tim raises his eyebrows. "But nevermind that, are you seriously going to leave me hanging? I just told you I like you, man."

"I don't know what to say," Jason chokes out. "This... You're—I'm not good for you."

"Sorry but the entire internet would disagree. You're a hero, remember? And I can take care of myself, thank you very much. I don't need to be patronized."

Jason gestures at Tim's dinner. "That is demonstrably false."

Tim pouts. "Well. If you were my boyfriend, you could make sure I eat properly."

"Is that what you want? To be my b—" Jason's voice breaks. He swallows before trying again. "To be my boyfriend?"

"I mean, yeah?" Tim shrugs. "That's not why I hyped you up, I'm not kidding about the merch thing. But. Yeah. That would be… Good. Nice."

"Oh."

"Is that something you'd like too?"

Jason licks his lips. "Yeah, I—I think so. Yeah. There's just one thing though..."

Hope sparkles in Tim's eyes. "What?"

"It's just... I can't let people think you like me more than I like you."

"What does that mean?"

"It means—" Jason tugs on the fabric of Tim's PJs, "—that for every Red Hood item you own, you have to get me some matching Red Robin merch."

Tim grins a wide, bright, genuine smile that almost offsets the deep purple bruising under his tired eyes. "It's a deal."

___________________________

(They show up to the Manor together two months later to announce their relationship. They walk in hand-in-hand, Jason wearing a Red Robin hoodie, Tim in a Red Hood henley. Damian doesn't even have to pretend to gag at the sight.)

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(Un)welcome Distraction | Part 4

Nick Folio x female reader

Minors, please DNI

🔞⚠️: references to sex, some fluff

776 words

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

You woke with a start to the sound of raised voices, almost hitting your head off the top of Nick's bunk.

“Dude! Shut the fuck up! She's still asleep,” you heard Nick hiss.

“Seriously, Folio. Fucking your girl on the bus while we're all in our bunks, like, metres away? Not cool.” Noah spat back, not bothering to keep quiet.

‘Shit. Fuck’, you thought, breaking out into a cold sweat. After a chill day off in Nashville, you'd all piled back on to the bus for the long drive up to Chicago. All but Nick and yourself decided to go straight to the bunks to get some sleep. You'd settled down in the seating area towards the back of the bus, wrapped up in Nick's arms. After a few soft kisses on your neck and your hand making its way up Nick's thigh, one thing led to another, and you ended up naked from the waist down with him between your legs. You thought you'd been quiet - at least by your standards - but apparently not.

“She's an unwelcome distraction, that's what she is,” Jolly huffed.

Jolly seemed to have the biggest problem with you being around; you’d caught him staring at you or making snide remarks when you were within earshot since you'd arrived. The others had pretty much come round to the idea of you joining them, quickly realising you had good intentions for Nick. Even Matt was warming to you now he'd discovered Nick played better when you were close by, but he was still somewhat convinced you were a fame-chasing wannabe.

“First of all, don't talk about my girl like that ever again. Yes, we had sex. We're sorry, we didn't exactly plan on it and we made sure we cleaned up after ourselves.” Nick said, getting agitated.

“Were you guys safe at least?” a genuinely concerned Matt asked.

You could hear Nick giggle, and it warmed your heart, “We've got it covered, don't worry. Thanks, Dad!”

“Let's not change the subject, especially not to Folio's sex life which, let's face it, we will literally be hearing a lot of while she's around!” Jolly piped up again.

“Jolly, chill out. Just make the effort to get to know her like the rest of us have. She's not a bad person and she's clearly madly in love with Folio,” Nicholas responded.

“I love her too. A lot. Please, guys, don't make her leave me. I promise I won't fuck her on the bus again, well, not while you guys are present anyway, but -” Nick started.

“Come here,” you heard Nicholas say, followed by some shuffling about and what sounded like hands being affectionately slapped on backs. “Group hug. We know man, we know.”

It went quiet for a while, and then you heard footsteps moving away from the bunk area. You debated getting up, but you felt your cheeks were flushed after you learnt your late night romp with Nick had most definitely been heard. At least the guys seemed okay with Nick - and you - now. Jolly, on the other hand, was clearly not a fan of yours, but you couldn't figure out what made him hate you so much. You thought it would be best to lay low, at least while you were in such close quarters.

You rolled over, facing away from the curtain, which offered the only privacy, letting out a deep sigh as you turned. What could only have been a few minutes later, the curtain was drawn back, and you felt the familiar presence of Nick climb back in the bunk. He pulled you back towards his chest and buried his head in your neck. Warmth radiated from him. He was your safe place. He was your Nick.

Allowing yourself to relax, you whispered, “Hi baby, I love you a lot too. Um, if it's going to be better for everyone I don't mind leaving after the Chicago show. I -”

“Hey, hey. Shh. No, you don't have to leave. The guys are okay now. They understand us. I'm guessing you heard that, uh, discussion. How much did you hear?"

“From Noah announcing they heard us last night when we, you know,” you let your voice trail off.

“We'll just have to work on being quieter. Well, you do anyway,” he joked.

“Hey! You're louder than me, sunshine.” You paused for a moment, then continued, "Anyway, I don't even know how or if I should ask this but, what's Jolly's problem with me?”

A deafening silence fell between the two of you, and you felt Nick's entire body tense.

“I don't think he has a problem with you, and that's the problem,” Nick finally said.

Part 5

[starsfic]

Xiaotian did not, in fact, stop liking poisons.

its a genuine coincidence, when he smells poison in somebody else's food.

"Chef Zhu, I need you to not panic. We're at the hospital."

Contrary to Long Taitai's words, Pigsy felt panic twist his stomach. "Is Xiaotian alright?! Why are you at the hospital?!" Tang jerked his face out of his book on the other side of the bar, eyes wide. "What happened?!"

The dragon woman sighed on the other end, and Pigsy felt concern mixed with panic. In his opinion, Mrs. Long had always been a touch snooty, never allowing what she felt to show on her face. She allowed Xiaotian to play with her kid, Long Xiaojiao, and let Tang in to study the Long collection of artifacts for his research and, as far as he knew, never said anything unkind, but there was just an aura. Right now, he couldn't sense that aura.

"A person who I assumed was a friend tried to poison my family," Mrs. Long explained. Pigsy wasn't sure what expression he had at that tidbit, but Tang looked even more worried. "I cannot explain further over the phone. Could you please come to the hospital on Third and Lotus Street? We brought Xiaotian here at the authorities' request and they need you."

"Sure," Pigsy said, realizing that she couldn't see him nod. "Yeah, hang on, I'll be there in a sec." Before Mrs. Long could answer, he hung up. "Tang, look after the shop. Xiaotian ate poison again."

Before his boyfriend could respond, Pigsy was already out the door.

-_-

The Li Nezha Hospital had to be the fanciest hospital Pigsy had ever seen. However, that didn't matter. What did matter was being led into the private room and hear Xiaotian's delighted "Dadsy!"

They sat on the couch, Xiaojiao next to them and holding their hand. Mr. Long was holding Xiaojiao's other hand, his eyes red. Mrs. Long was nowhere to be seen.

"They're in perfect health, shockingly enough." The doctor explained. "They ate enough cyanide to kill two full-grown adults on the spot. Although," They flipped the papers. "According to their medical history, that has been covered already."

Pigsy nodded. "Yep. They keep trying to eat rat poison."

"It's spicy!" Xiaotian called from the bed.

The doctor's brows furrowed. "I see." They glanced at the papers and they furrowed even more. "Mr. Zhu, have you had a-"

"DNA test? Yep." The authorities had done about ten of them- eight were for trying to find the small mud-stained toddler's parents while the other two were after the third poison-eating incident. All were inconclusive. "If they have yaogaui heritage, it's nothing in the database."

"I'm a mystery!"

"Yes, you are."

"Well, the justice department does want to keep at least the children here, at least overnight," the doctor explained. "They want to see if they can get a sample of the cyanide from Xiaotian's stool and pee and make sure that Xiaojiao didn't ingest any of the cyanide herself."

Pigsy nodded. "Okay, I can do that."

The doctor led him out to sign the right papers and that was where he saw Mrs. Long.

Her eyes were also red, but she looked ready to throw the phone in her hands. Pigsy waved, and she immediately headed straight towards him. "Thank you," were her first words. "If it wasn't for Xiaotian, I am sure neither I nor my family would still be here."

Pigsy nodded. "No thanks needed. Just..." he sighed, rubbing his brow. "What happened?"

"I cannot give all the details since it's a live case," Mrs. Long said, tucking her phone into her pocket. Pigsy nodded in understanding and she continued. "But I received a box of chocolates from a family friend. The plan was to have them for dessert. Xiaotian and Xiaojiao found them, and the nursemaid found them after Xiaotian ate them all." A smile tugged on her lips. "She told me that the chocolate on them had a strange almond smell, since my husband is allergic to almonds."

"Yeah, I remember that."

"Something in my brain told me to call the justice department and the poison control officers identified the cyanide in them." Mrs. Long's smile faded. "If Xiaotian hadn't found them, according to the officer, my family and I would be experiencing an extremely unpleasant death."

Pigsy felt a shiver roll down his back. He didn't exactly like Mr. and Mrs. Long, but the thought of anyone suffering a death like that was enough to make him nauseous. Xiaojiao was so small...

"I'm sorry this happened." He pulled out his wallet. "I can repay you for the chocolates-"

"No need." Mrs. Long chuckled, her smile returning. Her aura of snootiness was gone, replaced with an unfamiliar warmth. "I already promised the children that we could go out for ice cream once the hospital released them, if that's alright with you."

"Why wouldn't it be?"

She laughed. "Fair. Hopefully, the ice cream's less poisonous."

"Yeah."

Although Xiaotian wouldn't mind...

[purecantarella]

Cold Night

happy halloween my lovelies!! for the Philippines at the very least, we visited my mom today and it was actually quite nice, in any case i hope you all enjoy this!! lee chaeryeong x reader diclaimer/s : smut. yall been knew that today was gonna be smut again, so go find something floofy to read instead

You swirled your glass of whiskey on the rocks mindlessly, watching your girlfriend on the other side of the room. Broad yet tight smile on her lips as she spoke to investors of the company. Lee Chaeryeong, like many people, was your pride and joy.

She meets your eye as you stare at her intently, your smile widens as her cheeks flare up obviously and shrinks into her shoulders as you stare at her. You look over at the barkeep, "Send a bottle of scotch and bucket of ice up to my room in 10."

He looks over at your ID and keycard before nodding silently, preparing the necessary items. You slip a tip before downing the liquid, leaving a stream of heat down your throat only to be chilled by the ice in the glass.

You keep the ice pressed to your lips longer, making sure the chill would remain for a few minutes. You place the glass down on the bar, nodding to the bartender before gliding over to Chaeryeong who's gaze never left you. You smile widely at the powerful men in the suits.

"Y/n! Glad to see you could make it." They offer a hand to you which you strongly take. "Wouldn't miss it for the world." In all honesty though, you had no clue what this gala was for. Chaer's company held so many of these that you couldn't be bothered to know what it was for.

You glide to the singer's side, your hand coiling around her waist as you press a lingering kiss to her warm cheek. The smile on your face becoming more genuine when you hear the barely audible gasp fall from her lips at the coldness yours held for her. The older people coo as they see you both display your affection. "...But as much as I'd like to enjoy the evening with you all, I'd like a moments peace with my love here."

They laugh heartily making Chaeryeong flush an even deeper red and smacks your shoulder playfully. You smile pulling her closer lovingly to which the executives chuckle again before nodding you both off, turning around to talk to other guests.

When they were far enough, your girlfriend breathed a sigh of relief as they do before she turns to you with an oddly sarcastic smile. "What's that look? I got you out of the most boring conversation of your life." You ask pulling her closer to you with a cocky smile on your face.

She rolls her eyes before looking around the dimly lit room, figuring not a single person would be able to see you both, she leans up confidently and takes your lips between hers. Unable to fight the low rumble in your chest when you feel just how warm her lips are against yours.

Chaeryeong pulls away with a gasp, her hand covering her mouth in shock. You smile and blow a small breathe onto her lips, whiskey and a bit of the cold air coating the air you breathed. She shivers and you smile.

"You look like a vision tonight, Chaer." You mutter as you duck your head down to her slender neck, leaving light and chilling pecks on her warm skin. Her hand falls onto your shoulder to push you away while her lip trembled.

"Y/n...not here." You chuckle before nodding, "I agree...Which is why we have arrangements upstairs."

Chaeryeong rolls her eyes as you pull away from embracing her. You put your hand out for her to take dramatically to which she stares at you shyly before taking it slowly.

It didn't take long for you to get to your room, but that didn't mean you made it easy for Chaeryeong. Your hands never leaving her waist as you whispered profanities into her ear, narrating your plans to her only having her cheeks burn unbearably.

You both slip into the room and as she leaned down to take her heels off her aching feet, you made sure to tower over her as she stood up straight. One of your arms leaning up on the hotel wall, trapping her in her spot, the other taking her chin in your hand, forcing her to stare up at you.

Her eyes darkened as they shot down to your lips again, watching them upturn in amusement. You lean down, ghosting over her lips, whispering, "I want to give you everything, Chaer..." You tilt your head, pressing a lingering kiss to the corner of her mouth, peppering slow kisses along her warm skin. "I want to be the one to show you new things." She gasps as your teeth scrape down her strong jaw and your hand takes her waist in its possessive grip, pushing you back into the wall.

You lift your head, the tips of your noses gently pressing against one another's as your gaze meets hers. "Would you let me, sweetness?"

Before she can respond, there's a quick knock at the door, tearing you away from the moment. You face her again before pressing your lips to hers long enough to have her chase your lips as you pull away. You run a hand through your messy hair before opening the door with a kind smile.

"Your whiskey and ice, ma'am." The attendant showed you before you nod and take the tray from his hands. Thanking him before closing the door gently before looking over at Chaeryeong who was still dazed from your teasing.

You chuckle softly before walking past her and to the kitchen of your suite. Your girlfriend not far behind you as you take one glass, picking out large ice cubes from the bucket and pouring down the neat whisky into the glass. She watches curiously as you press the alcohol to your lips, sipping down the expensive beverage before motioning for her to come closer.

Without a second thought she approaches you, following every wordless command. You lean down, taking her lips between hers, she moans softly feeling the cool sensation of the remainders of the ice cube in your mouth.

The ice is quick to melt between you both, the water dripping down both your chins before you pull away with a flushed smirk. Chaeryeong is staring at you silently begging for more when you pull her around the bar to stand in front of you.

"Didn't realize you were so hot that ice can't stand you..." You tease as you prop her up onto the bar, pushing her legs open further for you to stand between them, smirking up at her. "I think I'm down for an experiment." You say as you pluck another ice cube from the bucket.

Your eyes lock with the dancer's asking for one last assurance of consent before she nods slowly, pulling her hair to one side. You peck her cheek gently before popping the cold object into your mouth, holding it between your teeth (could never be me, i have sensitive teeth) and sliding it past her warm skin, your finger trailing over the damp skin.

"Y/n..." Her voice is needy as the ice melts quickly on her, goosebumps awakening on every inch of skin you touched. Your free hand pulls the top of her outfit down, exposing her bra-clad chest to you. You lean up quickly to kiss her, gasping as her warm tongue swipes around your cold lips slowly, taking in the opposing sensation in. Your hands slide to her back, undoing the clasp of her bra.

Pulling away slowly, you smile slyly seeing her nipples erect and ready for you. "Look how much you're enjoying this, sweetie..." You groan against her lips. Chaer nods, whimpers and moans trying hard not to fall out desperately.

She eyes your hands, dunking themselves into the ice bucket, the solid water beginning to melt quickly. You hiss softly at the sudden change in temperature before you compose yourself, staring deeply into her chocolate brown eyes.

"Lucky girl that I'll do anything for your pleasure." You subtly complain before pulling your hands out of the metal bucket, placing themselves on her exposed tits. Kneading and twisting her awaiting nipples making her cry out at the new and sudden sensation. Her hands clawing at your clothes, desperate to feel you in any way she could. "Y/n, Y/nnnnnn, please more. That feels so goooood."

You smirk against her lips, cold hands slapping one of her perky tits, only making her beg more. "Someone's really having fun with this." You tease before pulling her outfit off completely, and leaving her underwear in pieces as you tore your way through them, excited to see what would happen if your cold hands, or even tongue, touched her where she needed you most.

You press the bucket to your lips, drinking the ice water in spite of the pain in your teeth, gums and throat, falling to your knees. Spreading hers even wider and blowing a chilly gust of air into her hot cunt. Chearyeong squirms on her exposed ass when the cool air hits her center.

Your still cool hands press against her thighs, stroking them teasingly before she finally broke, "Y/n I want to feel your tongue in me, please! I need to cu-aHHH!" Her hand flies to the back of your head, scratching and tugging when the cold muscle in your mouth penetrates her pussy, flicking up and down in her cunt leaving her bucking her hips desperately against your mouth.

Your hands scratch the underside of her thighs as your tongue circles inside her, your nose bumping rhythmically against her clit. You hum at the delicious bittersweet taste of the juices that flowed from her, smiling as you hear her howl in pleasure just above you.

You clumsily lift one of your arms up, dipping your fingers in the still cold, but now melted, water letting it soak before you bring it back down and plunge your digits into her wet cavern pushing in and out at a blinding pace. Your tongue licking upwards and begins sucking madly at her swollen clit.

"Y/n! Ooooohh Y/n, I'm coming. Fuck I'm coming!" Chaeryeong squeals before her hand tightens around your hair and falls backwards into the counter of the bar. Her juices coating the counter and your hand before you pull out and suck the chilly digits with a satisfied smile.

Chaeryeong pants softly as you kiss your way up her stomach, chest, all the way up to her cheek. Seeing you sport an innocent smile, she almost punched you then and there...if she had feeling in her arms she would have.

"You're dead, Y/n." She pauses trying to catch her breathe as you gingerly pepper feather light kisses across her face. "Once I can move you're dead."

You hop onto the bar counter, taking her red cheeks in your hand and kiss her lips lovingly and deeply. The dancer smiles as you do before you pull away with a teasing smile, "I'd like to see you try, sweetness."

In spite of the bellboys refusing to send ice up to your room after the fourth round, the night was still a nice, cold night.

i have to say, against the wall and on the counter sex is the hottest for me. if you can't tell from my fics they happen to be my favorites AHAHAHAHAH i hope you all liked this and it wasn't too cringe. i hope you're all keeping safe and i will see you all vv soon!! bye!! - r

[eskawrites]

hello hello, i’m loving all these lil drabbles, you’re such an amazing writer <333

mayhaps 14 “I’m not going to hurt you.”? 👀

thank you!

(also @julesiuile asked for a part 2 to this post, so here we go!)

14. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Against her better judgment, Nancy goes back.

Robin doesn't ask for her this time, but then, she doesn't have to. Maybe she knows that. Maybe she's counting on it. Maybe Nancy is walking directly back into her own demise--at the hands of war, or at the hands of her own stupid heart.

Or maybe the stunned look when Nancy walks into her makeshift cell for the second time is genuine, and maybe the tears that she tries to fight are, too.

"What happens next?" Nancy asks, straight to business because it's the only conversation she thinks she can stand.

"What do you mean?"

"You've been caught. Hopper escaped prison. They must know your cover's blown. So what happens now?"

Robin bites the inside of her cheek. "Whatever it is, I don't think I have much say in it."

Nancy crosses her arms over her chest. She grips her arms and digs her nails into her skin.

"The others say you're not talking."

Robin's eyes turn desperate. "I've told them everything I know."

"Doesn't seem like much."

"That's the point, Nancy. The less I know, the less I can give away if I'm caught. Hell, I'm not even supposed to live to this point."

"What do you mean?"

Robin wiggles her fingers behind her as best she can, and Nancy notices for the first time that they're bare.

"My ring." At Nancy's blank stare, she tilts her head. "Hopper didn't tell you?"

"Just spit it out, Robin."

"My ring," Robin says again. "There was a pill. In my ring. If my cover was blown--"

She falters as Nancy closes her eyes.

"Hopper found it before I could."

"Would you have?"

"I'm supposed to."

Nancy looks at her again. "Do you always just do what you're told?"

"I'm not like you, Nance," Robin whispers. "I'm not a fighter."

"You're a soldier."

"And there's a difference. You make decisions. I just follow orders."

"And what are your orders now?"

Robin shakes her head. "I don't have any. I'm supposed to be dead."

Nancy continues to glare at her, waiting. Robin sighs.

"Once they realize I've been captured--and I'm sure they already have--they'll send someone to confirm my death. Once they realize I'm not dead..." Robin looks at her helplessly. "There's a reason I wanted to leave."

"If you just tell us what they're planning, we--"

"That's just it, Nancy! I don't know. They make it so I do not know. If I did, I would tell you, because the last thing I want is for you to get hurt in all of this."

"It's too late for that," Nancy mutters.

Robin sinks against the chair. Her eyes close. "I'm going to ask you for something, and you're going to hate me for it."

"What?" Nancy spits.

"Let me go."

"You're joking, right?"

Robin looks up at her again, completely serious. Nancy scoffs and turns away.

"You're an idiot. You really think--after everything? Why the hell would I let you go?"

"Because if you don't--"

"Right. The big Russian conspiracy will come after us."

Robin grits her teeth. "You're not taking this seriously."

"I'm taking this very seriously." Nancy turns on her heel and marches toward her. "Serious enough to know that I don't trust you, not for anything. I let you go, you run off, and suddenly you have no reason not to sell us out to them."

"No," Robin whispers. "I have every reason not to."

"You're a fucking liar, Robin Buckley." Nancy winces as she says the name. Robin does, too. Nancy turns away again, desperate for the space between them.

For a long moment, neither of them say anything.

Then,

"It is my name."

"What?"

"Robin. Not my birth name, obviously, but I--I chose it. I wanted it. It's my name."

"I don't care."

"I do."

Nancy sighs. "What will you do?"

"Run." Robin is smiling weakly, helplessly, when Nancy turns toward her again. "You were right. I'm a coward. But I'm not going to hurt you, and I'm not going to stick around and wait for you to get hurt. To get killed. I'll run."

"They'd find you."

"Almost certainly."

"So you'll go back to them. Or they'll kill you."

"The latter," says Robin simply, "because I wouldn't give you guys away."

"Even if I believed you," Nancy says, "what makes you think I would want that?"

"It would be easier if you did."

"Yeah, well, easy isn't an option anymore. You made sure of that."

"I'm sorry, Nancy," Robin breathes. "I regretted it every day. You have to know that. But I never regretted you. And so I could never find the strength to leave."

"Why are you telling me this? What's the point?"

"Because you deserve the truth."

Nancy laughs hollowly. Robin closes her eyes again.

"You've always deserved the truth. I'm sorry I didn't give it to you sooner."

"Yeah." Nancy walks toward the door and knocks, waiting for Hopper to let her out again. "Me too."

-

She spends the rest of the week avoiding Hopper's cabin entirely. Robin doesn't ask for her. Hopper gives up trying to get her to help. Steve and Mike try to coax her back. Nancy ignores them all.

But she still spends every waking moment in that room, turning over Robin's words. The sincerity in her words. The fearful, hopeless slump of her shoulders. The regret in her eyes, and the love.

Nancy tries to play it out in her mind, running through every possibility of what will happen if Robin's lying, or what will happen if she's telling the truth. But it all ends basically the same. It's all already ended, really.

-

Hopper's cabin is mostly empty the next time Nancy goes back. Hopper and Murray are asleep in the living room. Joyce and Jonathan are nowhere to be seen.

El is the one sitting in front of Robin's door. Her eyes are closed, but she tilts her head toward Nancy when she steps into the hall.

"You're back," she says, opening her eyes.

Nancy nods. "Can I see her?"

"It is the middle of the night."

"It is."

El watches her carefully. Nancy sighs. Jonathan would be easier, always ready to follow her command. But if anyone believes in second chances, it's El.

"She's told us everything she knows," Nancy says quietly.

El nods. "She said that to me, too. Hop doesn't believe her, but I think she's telling the truth."

"They're going to come for her."

"Yes."

"El--"

"Do you..." El hesitates, and Nancy isn't sure if she's afraid or just uncertain of the words. "Do you still love her?"

Nancy looks up at the door, solid and cold. Robin behind it, quick and clever and a liar, a traitor, an enemy. Her friend. Her heart. The best part of her life until recently.

"Yes." It's the most painful truth she's ever told.

She looks back down, and El holds her gaze steadily.

"Okay."

She steps aside, making room for Nancy to step forward and slowly, carefully, push the door open.

Robin is asleep when they walk into the room, but when Nancy pauses for a moment to prop the door, she hears a soft, mumbled, "Nancy?"

She shakes her head. Robin must get the cue, because she doesn't say anything else. She just sits up taller and waits. El waits, too, watching calmly to see what Nancy will do.

Nancy takes a deep breath. Then she walks forward. She draws her pocket knife and kneels at Robin's feet. She sees Robin stiffen, practically feels her holding her breath. Nancy slips the blade into the zip ties at her ankle and tugs, snapping them free.

She stands and looks down at Robin's hands, still cuffed to the chair behind her. "El--"

El jerks her head, and the cuffs break open. Robin twists her wrists and catches them before they can clatter to the floor. El gives her a long, unreadable look, then,

"I will be in the living room. Don't wake Hop."

And with that, she walks away, drifting silently out of the room and down the hall without looking back.

Robin looks up at Nancy. "What are you--"

"Don't ask me. If I think about it too much, I'll change my mind."

"Nancy. I don't want to get you in trouble."

"You asked for this." Nancy sighs. "Besides, you're the one who said it. You're a soldier. I'm a fighter. Now come on."

Robin swallows hard, but she nods and does as she's told, rising to her feet. She stumbles a little, legs stiff, and Nancy reaches out to catch her without thinking. It's the first time they've touched since--

Nancy lets her go once she's steady on her feet. Robin's shaky breath rattles through the silence in the room.

It's easy to slip back through the house. Nancy spots El sitting cross-legged on the floor of the living room, back to them. The front door opens easily, silently. Nancy guides Robin carefully over the trip wires in the front walk, around the line of sight of the camera she knows is watching the door.

But then they reach the tree line, and she realizes she has to let her go, and everything gets so much harder.

"You'll freeze to death out here," Nancy says, already shivering herself from the chill in the air.

"I've survived colder, I promise."

"You'll starve."

"I have a stash out in Mirkwood, just in case I needed to make a quick getaway. I'll be alright."

"What are you going to do?" The words barely make it out. Robin turns to face her, and Nancy sees her own grief flooding her eyes.

Robin reaches out, hand rising to her cheek, but she doesn't touch her. Not until Nancy takes the step forward into her touch. She closes her eyes at the feeling of Robin's hand against her face, calloused and warm and so familiar it aches.

"Whatever I can to keep you safe," Robin whispers. "I have a lot to make up for, and I know I'll never truly be able to earn your forgiveness. But I swear to you, Nancy. If you never believe any other words from my mouth, believe this: I will do everything in my power to protect you now. All of you."

"And if you fail? If they--" Her voice breaks. She stops trying. But she opens her eyes again, and she sees Robin's warm smile.

"Then I fail. But the time we had will still have been worth it."

Nancy swallows. "I still hate you."

"I know."

Nancy pushes up on her toes and kisses her, hard. Robin freezes for a split second, but then she melts, her other hand coming up to hold Nancy's waist and pull her gently closer.

It's over quickly, but they don't part. Nancy presses her forehead to Robin's and tries to memorize the weight of her hands, the warmth of her proximity.

"But I love you," she whispers. "So please, don't fail."

She feels more than hears the catch in Robin's breath, but Robin doesn't say anything. Nancy supposes it's the most honest answer she can give.

They linger until they can't anymore, until it's too cold and too much time has past and even Nancy knows they're seriously pushing their luck.

"Stay safe," Robin says as she lets her go. Nancy doesn't say anything. She just stares at Robin--her Robin--and prays this isn't the last time she'll see her.

[thegoodthebadthealternative]

The Good, The Bad, and The Alternative: a homestuck fanfiction. Chapter 34, an excerpt:

"Well, that sounds better than no plan, I suppose," Kanaya agreed. "We'll take a table far enough away that you don't feel like we're hovering."

"And we'll keep an eye out for you going mister cool guy mode if you flub too many open and honest type behaviors," Vriska added.

"Goddamnit, you were eavesdropping." Dave sighed, swinging his legs up so he could sit on the counter sideways, able to see both of them. "Was there any part of this convo that actually stayed private?"

"I could lie if it makes you feel better," Vriska said, shoving her hand in her jeans pocket. She pulled out a crumbled fifty-dollar bill. "Is this enough to cover these clothes? Walmart shirts are fine for casual wear, but if I look super schlubby, I'll stand out more."

"Hmm, I think that works out to just enough," Kanaya lied, taking the proffered fifty. She grabbed the security magnet remover from behind the counter. "Dave, can you help her get the tags off?"

"Nah, she's being hella shady." He refused the proffered tool. "Vriska, you're not gonna go gossiping to John about my tragicomic ass behavior, are you?"

"Depends," she replied, idly fiddling with the magnet on her tank top. Casually, she added, "how sure are we that Jade isn't a succubus?"

Kanaya sputtered. "What?"

"Seconded. What?" Dave chimed in.

"Wellllllll, the logic seems pretty obvious to me." Vriska cleared her throat, flicking the security tag onto the counter, which she'd apparently worked free without the magnet remover. She looked up at Kanaya, addressing her directly. "So, picture this. John and I are making cupcakes, right? John's in this cute ruffled apron with flowers on it. Some banter ensues- Dave calls him a housewife, John threatens to withhold the goods if he doesn't quit the jokes, and next thing I know, Dave is literally begging on his knees, hands clasped like a groveling peasant as he praises John's skills."

Dave groaned in embarrassment. "I swear it sounded better in my head as I was doing it."

"Psh, I bet." Vriska waggled her eyebrows. "So. He crawls in close, like just barely out of dick-sucking range, and then they just stare at each other, leaving me smelling way too much information about the direction their thoughts were wandering. John's dad was in the room and the dude totally forgot, his pupils were blown like he was on ecstasy. Absolutely atrocious, he's lucky humans can't smell or see that kind of detail from the other side of the room." 

"Dude, no, he was just staring at my antics. He's straight." Dave shook his head. 

"Do you need me to spell out exactly what I was smelling?" Vriska asked incredulously, whipping her head around to stare at Dave. "Maybe he's just so fucking drawn in by your cool guy shtick that he thinks you're the straight one, so he isn't talking flirty or whatever. But the body keeps the score on that kind of stuff, and he can't hide the reactions happening underneath the skin." 

"But what does that have to do with Jade?" Kanaya asked, trying to draw Vriska's intensity back in her direction. 

"Oh, just that John's first favorite subject was Dave, pre-party. They did that whole rap thing against Tavros and Gamzee, I thought they were two, maybe three drinks away from a successful maneuver on the dance floor. But then Jade shows up, and suddenly John is-" Vriska crossed her pointer and middle finger. "Like this with her for the rest of the party, even though Dave nearly got his brain melted. It was fucking weird . Then he doesn't even stop by to say hi to us, not one, but two days in a row, because he's too busy in the morning getting ready to hang out with Jade? Makes me think, maybe she's pulling some heavy seduction magic."

For a moment, the trio were silent, absorbing Vriska's words.

"Are you a conspiracy theorist? Genuinely asking," Dave said, crossing his arms.

Do you think Vriska is blowing things out of proportion? Read on to find out!

The Good, The Bad, and The Alternative (449733 words) by Madam_Melon_Meow, sarcasticcelery Chapters: 34/? Fandom: Homestuck Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Nepeta Leijon/Equius Zahhak, Sollux Captor/Aradia Megido, Eridan Ampora & Feferi Peixes, Kanaya Maryam & Dave Strider, Rose Lalonde & Rose's Mom | Beta Roxy Lalonde, Dave's Bro | Beta Dirk Strider & Dave Strider, Beta Kids & Beta Trolls, Jade Harley & Rose's Mom | Beta Roxy Lalonde, Dad Egbert & John Egbert, Kanaya Maryam/Vriska Serket, Eridan Ampora/Dave Strider Characters: John Egbert, Rose Lalonde, Dave Strider, Jade Harley, Becquerel (Homestuck), Kanaya Maryam, Vriska Serket, Karkat Vantas, Terezi Pyrope, Aradia Megido, Tavros Nitram, Sollux Captor, Gamzee Makara, Eridan Ampora, Feferi Peixes, Nepeta Leijon, Equius Zahhak, Virgin Mother Grub (Homestuck), Vriska's Lusus, Gl'bgolyb (Homestuck), Dad Egbert, Rose's Mom | Beta Roxy Lalonde, Dave's Bro | Beta Dirk Strider, Aurthour (Homestuck), The Condesce (Homestuck), Serenity (Homestuck) Additional Tags: inspired by Kim Harrison’s The Hollows, Alternate Universe - Urban Fantasy, Humanstuck, Alternate Universe - No Sburb Session, Human Lusii (Homestuck), Alternate Universe - Post-Apocalypse, Demigods, Vampires, multi POV: all beta trolls & humans, The Horrorterrors (Homestuck), Non-Abusive Dave's Bro | Beta Dirk Strider, Long Lost/Secret Relatives, Violence, Magic, Aged-Up Character(s), the kids and trolls range between 16 and 20, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Vriska Serket has PTSD, Memory Loss, Scars, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Plot Twists, Unreliable Narrator, Rose Lalonde and Dave Strider Are Not Related, Skaianet Laboratories, beta guardians are not alpha kids and troll parents are not ancestors, monsterstuck, Break Up, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Ship Tags Will Update As They Become Relevant, Good Person Gamzee Makara, Suicide Attempt by Proxy, Dissociation, Victim Blaming, Abusive Parents, sexually active teenagers, Underage Drinking Series: Part 1 of Monsterstuck: Suburban Catastrophe Summary: Three years ago, on John Egbert's birthday, the world ended. Three years ago, Jade Harley and Vriska Serket vanished alongside billions of others. Three years ago, the apocalypse arrived, transforming everything and revealing much that was hidden to those who remained. Three years ago, the meteors (mostly!) missed Houston, and that's where John's headed today. In Houston, Rose Lalonde searches for washed-up traces of magic, warily overseen by Kanaya and her old friend Dave. In Texas, the newly dubbed "alternatives" maintain a newfound alliance with the humans they saved--and a wary truce with the Hunter forces that once kept all these creatures of fable and fairytale a secret from the world of man. And here, in Houston, the world is about to change once again. An urban fantasy monsterstuck AU featuring the beta kids, beta trolls, and their guardians. Updates every other Saturday!

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𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰

ten - the punchline

BuckyBarnes x Female!Reader

summary: Wanda and the rest of Westview need help. Y/N is willing to do whatever it takes - even if she’s hurting herself with that decision.

a/n: It had to happen at one point... we all knew it. Now, here it is. if you need a hug, please tell me - or just say how much you hate me for this - either is fine. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated 💕

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word count: 4.5k

chapter warnings: fluff, perfect boyfriend/husband Bucky, action, Agatha 😡, angst - oh god - so much angst

✶ 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ☾

(sorry the quality of the pic is so bad, but I couldn't find anything better once I finally decided on what I wanted)

“What are you doing?” Y/n laughed as Bucky lead her forward with his hands above her eyes.

“Just be patient and trust me. Don’t you trust me?” He smiled - she could hear it in this voice. 

The sound of gravel kicking up sounded beneath their feet and Y/N struggled to walk straight. “No, no I do.” Another giggle ripped through her.

“Careful now, there’s a small step.”

“Where are you taking me?”

“Just wait.”

“I can’t wait.”

“You’ll have to. It’ll ruin the surprise.”

“Fine.” She huffed impatiently, but the excitement in her body kept on bubbling to the surface. Earlier today, Bucky had gotten the Harley ready for that little adventure the pair had planned instead of going to the Westview Talent show. Surprisingly, it hadn’t taken a lot for the girls got to be convinced that Y/N was occupied that day. And not even Dottie came and asked if she could fill in at the Pastry buffet again. It seemed like the argument about Bucky’s surprise was enough to satisfy them.

Of course, back then, it had all been a lot less genuine. Sure, they had probably taken the ride still. But there would have not been any handholding or kissing. There would have been deep talks and reminiscing as it had always been up until that point so many weeks ago. But now? Now it was silent stares and meaningful touches, deep kisses and passionate sex. 

Bucky had an actual surprise it seemed. And Y/N was excited. She had enjoyed the ride out into the field on the back of his Harley, her hands tightly clinging onto Bucky’s torso, her chin comfortably resting on his shoulder as the warm winds brushed over her face. She didn’t mind the never-ending summer in Westview. It really was beautiful if one were to think away the issues it came with. But Y/n had decided that she needed to enjoy the last moments here as much as possible - try to live them as if nothing bothered her - like there was an actual chance for happiness for her. Bucky’s confession had seemed genuine enough a week ago. And it was so much easier to just endure the fantasy Y/N had imagined so many times already. 

“Are we there yet? How much longer?” Her hands were clinging to Bucky’s forearms in an attempt to keep steady, but the ground was very uneven. Y/N trusted Bucky though. He would not let her fall. 

“Sweetheart..,” Bucky slightly scolded, “just a few steps.”

Sweetheart. Another thing that made her heart go up in flames. Bucky had started calling her sweetheart after the meeting with Agatha and Vision. And even now, only a few days later, Y/N couldn’t possibly imagine a world in which that name wasn’t reserved for her from his lips. 

“Okay, okay,” she took a deep breath and sighed. 

After another moment, Bucky finally removed his hands. “Ready? Open your eyes,” his soft voice whispered into her ear and when she did, Y/N’s jaw dropped. Her hands came up to cover her face.

“Oh my god...” She slowly moved forward before kneeling down and carefully bringing her hands over the soft grass. There was a checkered picnic blanket spread under a tree, and a small basket with flowers and food carefully placed in the middle.

Y/n turned with a bright smile and watched as Bucky almost shyly shifted from one foot to the other. “Do you like it?” His head ducked and his hands disappeared behind his back. 

“It’s so beautiful, Buck.” She jumped up and kissed his nose with an excited giggle and Bucky’s cheeks were dusted with pink when she pulled him down onto the blanket.

Her hands rummaged through the basket and with every item she pulled from it, her heart made a little jump. “Oh wow, you really would be a great husband. Look at this!”

“I had a lot of practice lately...” His voice trailed off as her eyes met his. He seemed so small all of a sudden, a flustered expression decorating his face - like a schoolboy talking to his crush for the first day. But there was no need to be nervous. If anything, Bucky should have known by now how much Y/N adored him. 

“This is the most beautiful surprise anyone has ever made me.” She smiled genuinely but it only pulled a small smile from Bucky. So she scooted closer, her hands gently settling on his leg and arm. “Thank you so much. This means a lot.” A kiss settled the words she tried to say before Y/N pressed her forehead to Bucky's. 

His hand came up to cup her face. “It was meant to say a lot, I’m not that good with-” 

“I know. You don’t have to be.” And with that Bucky’s shoulders loosened a little. The confidence seemed to wash over him quickly, as he pulled her closer in a swift motion and captures her lips in another searing kiss. Bucky was amazing, and Y/n caught herself falling a little deeper with every glance she stole from his smile, or the small glimmer in his eyes when she reciprocated his. She felt safe and weightless yet again. Every time she was with Bucky, really. Luckily, he knew that by now. Even if she had not particularly told him yet, she was sure she knew. 

“Should we try out those snacks you prepared?” Y/N grinned up at him as she moved in his arms.

“We can...” But Bucky shifted and pulled her into his chest with her facing the same direction as him. “Or we could just stay like this a little longer.” He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head before his cheek smoothed against her. A sincere sigh eluded his lips as his hands rolled up and down her arms, letting the sun warm up their faces.

There wasn’t a lot of eating done after all. As the couple just enjoyed each other’s company during the perfect summery noon. An hour later, they still lay on the blanket - arm in arm - pointing up at clouds and various animals they claimed to have spotted in them. Bucky listened the whole time, and Y/N loved the little peace and quiet out in the field. His heart was steadily beating behind her and every single one reminded her of how tangible this all was. And she appreciated it just that much more for it.

Unfortunately, soon the sky started closing in with dark clouds. And even though Y/N could have spent another day out in the grass in Bucky’s arms and mindlessly making up stories and images in the sky, the picking up of the wind ultimately forced them to leave.

It had gotten a little cooler once the couple packed up and headed to Bucky’s Harley. And when they pulled into the by-now-familiar driveway, a piece of realty settled in Y/N’s mind again. Just like the beautiful day - this moment - this story had to come to an end. And it would be soon. At least that’s what Vision, Agatha, Bucky, and her had agreed upon the other day. 

Y/n didn’t let it faze her though. She stood in the kitchen and watched the storm building from the window as the kettle whistled in the background. She loved summer storms. Something about the smell of wet soil and the phenomenon of humid air surrounding her made her feel good. I reminded her of the times in the compound when the whole team was having board game days because there was no going outside anyway. It reminded her of warm tea and deep conversations on window sills. It reminded her of annoyed faces because of the time they had been spending together and it made her heart feel squeezed. 

Y/N filled up her mug. Something was different though. The sky wasn’t its usual grayish blue and there was no smell of rainy ground. It was just a little unsettling if she were honest. She shrugged it off for now. It would pass, just like every bad thought had the past week, and that was Bucky to thank for. He had done a great deal in distracting her from Wanda and everything else upsetting. And Y/N would never complain. She’d take a kiss over every mental breakdown, really.

When she walked into the living room to hand Bucky his tea, she watched as Alpine shot out her paw at the super soldier, a mean hiss following the action before the white cat sprung from the couch and watched him rather suspiciously. 

“What was that all about?” The couch dipped with Y/N’s weight on it now, her body almost immediately finding its place against Bucky’s.

“I don’t know. She’s feisty ever since we got back. Did we forget to feed her?” Bucky’s arm closed in around her shoulders, the other holding the steaming hot mug.

“No, I gave her breakfast, treats, and snuggles just before we left.” She leaned down. “Al, do you wanna cuddle?”

But Alpine’s eyes just turned away. She didn’t leave, though, just sat there and almost sadly watched as the pair cuddled on the sofa. “Alright then, have it your way.”

It wasn’t long before the wind started picking up outside and branches started hitting the windows, making all kinds of sounds echo through the big house. Neither Y/N nor Bucky mentioned them though. They continued their conversation and enjoyed each other’s company. It was a nice way of ending the day, early - Y/N thought as her head rested on Bucky’s chest, his hand caressing her thigh and occasional kisses littering her head. 

But then, almost calling through all the background noise, another sound was added to the stage. A high, almost human-like calling, and for a second, Y/N wondered if she was just imagining it all. 

“What was that?” She asked and Bucky’s questioning face shot to the door when another wail was heard from outside. 

Then Another. And another. It was pretty clear now that she wasn’t just hearing voices in her head. Bucky was alert again, his shoulders tensed and Y/n could practically feel the agent return to his body next to her. 

A loud bang ripped through the house, a window had been shattered by a fallen tree and now the sounds were clearer than ever. These were definitely screams - cries for help. Children’s cries. A chill ran down Y/N’s spine.

The pair sprinted to the door but there was no chance either of them could have been prepared for what was beyond it. There was Agatha, floating over the street with Billy and Tommy on leashes around their necks. 

Y/N must have been dreaming. This couldn’t possibly be real. But the look on Bucky’s face told her that this was very much reality. How could this have escalated so quickly? Just hours ago the world seemed fine. Agatha seemed fine. Why was she portraying the neighborhood maniac all of a sudden?

A searching eye wandered down the street but Wanda was nowhere to be found. What the hell was going on?

“Agatha, what are you doing?!” Bucky’s voice boomed over the whipping winds, his hand protectively holding onto Y/N’s wrist as if she were to fly away. All the while Agatha actually was flying. But that wasn’t even the weirdest part. Her outfit made her look like one of those scary Dementors from Harry Potter and her fingers were pitch black as if they dipped in tar. Billy and Tommy struggled to ring for air as their feet barely touched the ground, and Y/n felt her heart beating up in anger.

“I’m getting things moving,” Agatha answered unfazed, her hand seemingly tightening the strings around the kid’s necks.

“So you kidnapped Wanda’s children?!” It was questionable how a sane person could come to such a ridiculous conclusion. But then again, Y/N was pretty sure that she had established Agatha’s insanity by now.

“Well, I had to do something. Nobody else was.”

Bucky’s hands flailed in the air in frustration. “Not like that!” 

Agatha just laughed and pulled on the strings a little more. The boys looked like puppets - unable to move without permission - and the fear in Y/N’s body rose infinitely. Bucky shared a look with her and once she looked past the slight panic in his gaze, her head nodded firmly. 

“What’s the plan?”

“You will look for Vision. I will try to talk to Agatha.”

“What are you going to do? She’s lost it.”

“Those are my nephews,” Bucky winked as a small smile broke on his face, “I’m gonna do whatever it takes.” And then the pair parted ways to try and save the situation. 

Y/n couldn’t help the small chuckle to escape her lips as she made her way to Wanda’s home, but there wasn’t a lot of laughing left when she saw the redhead approaching the scene behind the Black Widow furiously. It was too late, Y/N knew it, there was no chance she could keep Wanda from calming down now. But she tried anyway. The least she should do was buy Bucky a little time to handle the situation. 

With a bright smile plastered on her face, Y/N fully channeled the Westview role she was destined to play from the start. She opened her arms and approached Wanda on the street.“Wanda! Hey! Oh my god, I need to show you something!”

But the woman was struggling to act interested as her eyes kept swerving to the scene behind Y/N. “Not now, Y/N.”

“No, come on, it's important just give me a little-“ Her hand reached out to Wanda’s shoulder but the woman smacked it away with a solid expression.

“I said no! What is going on there?!” She tried to step around Y/N but the Black Widow mirrored her movements to be in front of her again.

“Nothing, nothing. You know kids, they love to play the craziest games right?” A nervous laugh settled in the pause, but Wanda wasn’t having it. She zeroed in on Agatha and started walking towards her again. “No, Wanda, please- Wanda!” The last thing they needed was a massacre. This had to be settled differently. So, Y/N sprinted behind in an attempt to reach the scene before her. 

She caught up to her after a couple seconds and planted herself between the two witches again. The short glance at Bucky had told her that the situation hadn’t really moved along to his liking yet. But it was no use. Wanda was determined to get to Billy and Tommy - which was understandable, but at the same time not the best idea right now.

Y/N tried again, her hands now raising in the air. “Just... wait a second okay. We can settle this without anyone getting hurt.” But Wanda’s hands were already glowing red. “I can help you. I will help you, okay. Just please calm down.” Y/N’s heart was pounding faster and faster - adrenalin and fear mixing in a dangerous combination but Y/N tried her best to stay grounded.

Wanda just looked past her at Agatha. She barely acknowledged her friend who was desperately babbling to keep her from using magic - in vain. Her hands were charged with energy. Y/N could practically feel it radiating off of her and it was scary. There was no way of knowing what she was to do now. 

“Let my children go.” A thick Sokovian accent coated Wanda’s words. It was weirdly unusual after hearing her speak without it for so long, but it also reminded Y/N that there might still be an ounce of the old and reasonable Wanda left within. One that could actually negotiate a humane way to settle this situation.

Agatha just laughed and Wanda’s eyes flared up red. Oh shit.

“This is not the right way to go about this.” Y/N turned around with urgency in her tone. “This wasn’t the plan, Agatha!” She hissed but immediately regretted it. She might have just made it worse with this sentence as she felt the energy behind her become stronger and stronger.

“Plan? Are you working with her? Against me?!” Not good. Really, really bad. Bucky caught Y/N’s eyes - wide and scared. He didn’t move though, his hands were still on Billy’s shoulder, pushing him up to keep the string from cutting into his skin.

Y/N turned around again. But not even she would be shield-enough to keep Wanda from using her powers. “Wanda you don’t understand! This is all wrong. You need to stop before more people get hurt.”

“No!” She was wrong. There was no more reason left in the witch. Wanda thought this was real. She couldn’t distinguish her creation from reality anymore. It had become dangerous.

“You need to, please. You are hurting, I know. But this is wrong.” Y/N took a deep breath and willed down the stinging in her chest. Her eyes were burning, too. “You cannot bring Vision Back. You cannot bring Natasha back or anyone else. They are dead okay?! Dead! And not even you can change that.” The red energy flickered for a moment and Y/n thought to have caught a tear on Wanda’s cheek, but she shook out of it quickly, still bracing for the pending fight.

“Don’t do this Y/N. You wanted this. You wanted it, too.” It was the first time Wanda really looked into her eyes today and Y/N felt more anxiety than before. What did she mean by that? Wanda couldn’t possibly- “The hydrangeas, the husband, the grey company car. Don’t take this away from yourself. You don’t know what you’re doing!”

And bam. The world got quiet. Not a good quiet though. An unsettling one. The storm was silenced by the hammering of her heart. It was pounding in her ears, making her dizzy and nauseous. Everything was hazy and at the same time, a lot of things became clearer now. Wanda had known all along. Fuck. She could probably read the minds of everyone in this cursed town. She had known and she had used it against her friends. It wasn’t a coincidence - everything that lined up with Y/N’s dream was planned to a t. Calculated, viciously abusing everyone's naïveté. 

And when it dawned on Y/N why she had been feeling so uneasy all the time, her heart sank with sadness and anger. Suddenly, she knew why it was all so familiar and why the house brought her so much comfort despite the little fears she had. It was Bucky. The whole damn thing reminded her of Bucky, Hell even the flowers in the garden were the color of his eyes - everything was. Wanda had modeled Y/N’s whole experience around the one good thing she had brought into Westview. How little did she trust her friend to actually be happy - to be able to feel free? She had invaded her privacy - her deepest desires which she had promised to never do. Wanda had promised all of them to never read their thoughts. To never act on it. To never manipulate her friends. But here she was. Shamelessly invading their privacy and making Y/N feel so unbelievably vulnerable. 

“No,” she whispered aimlessly. “You don’t know what you are doing. Look at the people - they are miserable! Let it go. Let them go.” Y/N’s voice was calmer than she expected it to be, but there was no will to fight this anymore.

“I can’t.”

“Then I cannot help you humanely settle this.”

Y/n lowered her hands and her shoulders sagged in defeat. Sickening hatred licked up her throat as she tried to swallow the lump in her throat at the realization. There was no use in saving this - whatever it was. Wanda needed a reality check, and she needed it now. This dream - this twisted sick version of it anyway - had turned into a mission at that moment. And Y/N felt as though she was the last person to realize it. No wonder Bucky had always been on edge - always protecting.

So, when Wanda moved toward Agatha again, she just let her. Watched even, as the magic in her hands grew angry and red again. She looked up at Agatha again, determination in her eyes as she said words that even hurt herself. “Agatha, take the kids.”

“What are you doing?!” Bucky’s voice picked up, and his hands were still grabbing at the boys with shocked expressions. 

He even moved to step in front of Wanda again, but Y/n stopped him. “No, let them. She needs this. We all do.” The words were bitter on her tongue.

“But Agatha is going off the rails!” There was chaos in his eyes - she’d never seen it before. Bucky was scared... and helpless. And if Y/N had had enough energy to care, she would have probably felt the same. But she knew that this was inevitable. The boys had grown onto both of them and Y/N could see how much Bucky cared for them. But even he had to realize that there was no other way. And there was only giving in the trust that Agatha wouldn’t hurt them. Because despite her obvious madness, she wouldn’t - Y/N had a feeling.

“She’s doing what should have been done so long ago. She’s doing what’s necessary to end this madness.” Y/N nodded sternly, finally making Bucky let go.

“You realize that we have no control at this point. That we have no way of calculating what’s going to happen from now on. This is just the beginning.” His shoulders sagged, expression defeated and disappointed all at once.  

And Y/N just looked at the ground. “I know.”

Well, Bucky had been right about one thing: this hadjust been the beginning. Because right now, there seemed to be no end to the madness. Within an hour, the whole atmosphere had shifted in all of Westview. Y/N was standing in the town square and watched as people fell into panic. The storm - now stronger than before - had turned into a wild concoction of purple and red. For all Y/N knew, Wanda and Agatha were somewhere above them, fighting in the stormy clouds and making the world on the ground break out in chaos. The people of Westview were acting weird. They were snapping out of personality as if they were switching roles. 

Screaming, crying, running. It was complete Mayhem. 

Vision had finally joined the two avengers just when the mass seemed to have spiraled out of control. He had informed them that S.W.O.R.D. agents were waiting beyond the hex, ready to take the people away from the city before anything else happened. The static walls had started to crumble but the adrenalin pumping through Y/N’s veins prevented her from noticing the feelings it brought. 

Every time the walls opened a little, and cars were able to get in, Y/n, Vision, and Bucky ushered more people to safety. Trying to navigate the madness, however, was difficult with all the noise and instructions being thrown through the air. And the fragile portals out of Westview didn’t help the situation, either. Every time a wall opened up, another leak closed. People were being chased around as if it were a stupid video game. 

Everything was so surreal. And in her trance of ushering people out, Y/N began to think about Agatha again. Had she always been bad? Was she bad at all? There were so many questions. 

Another thunder ripped through the sky and Y/N flinched and tumbled backwards until familiar hands caught her. Bucky. 

He turned her around and let his eyes wander over her face and body. “Are you okay?”

“Ye- yes,” Y/N stuttered at the sudden wash of breath air in his presence. He nodded firmly and guided a woman in the direction of another car. Y/N just stood there for a moment and let the chaos pass by her. She was so concentrated on Bucky, the way his arms moved, and the warmth that slowly spread through her chest at the sight of him.

“Did you know Agatha was... like this?” She suddenly blurted out and when Bucky looked at her over the short distance she busied herself with pointing people in the direction out again.

“I had my suspicions after following her that first night here.”

“What did she do?”

“Just snooped around. But it was weird.”

Y/N nodded in understanding. She had always wondered what Bucky had seen that night. Now she knew, and it was a lot less exciting than she had expected. Then again, the time spent in Westview probably dulled her in reacting to weird things. There were only a few situations that surprised her anymore. 

Another loud bang echoed above them and more people streamed toward them. The few Avengers kept as many people from getting injured as possible, but in the hustle, Bucky and Y/N got separated again, each of them seemingly focused on the job and ignoring everything else. The sky began to light up and the red static walls created gaps that became bigger and bigger - bigger than before.

And all of a sudden, Y/N had the feeling of having forgotten something. She was missing something and she couldn’t figure out what it was. It felt as though she were to remember something. A word, a name - something lingering on the tip of her tongue but not quite ready to form yet. 

Triggering - that’s what it should be, but there was so much going on around her, Y/N barely registered any of it. The noises of screaming people were rushing in her ears and mixing in one echo that bounced around her completely empty head. Get the kids out, get the people out, keep everyone safe, don’t lose track of time. It was a mantra mumbled over the bouncing echo and the only thing tying her to reality. Because about everything else that was happening right now seemed far from it - reality that was. The static walls crumbling above her left an unimaginable shrieking sound - or was that the crying child to her left? Y/N couldn’t tell. She just ushered more people away from the town square and towards the cars taking them out.

And then, for a split second - as she was searching the crowd for more civilians in need - Y/N locked eyes with Bucky again. And it zapped through her like lightning. She remembered. It wasn’t her brain that was missing something. It was her heart that suddenly felt as if it were ripped out and trampled on by the hordes of people storming past her. It was missing the skip - the slight pick up in pace, the faint breathlessness, the explosion going off - there was nothing of those sorts. It wasn’t fully empty, no. It just wasn’t as excited as it always had been when she saw him. 

Confusion checked her brain and made it hard to register what she was experiencing. And while she struggled to grab a clear thought in the turmoil of interior and exterior chaos, only one thing shone brightly and loudly before her inner eye.

Wanda had lied to her again. It had all been another lie.

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"I hear you. But I'd like to reiterate. We didn't need it."

Was the first time I'd ever hear someone explain why we didn't need the shield generator. A massive magnetic spool that'd tank hits outside the ship.

"But what if-"

"The ship is literally part tungsten and titanium. I ain't no chemist, but that'll protect us from 80% of space debris."

"... what about the 20%?"

"You mean the giant asteroids, ship fire? We can avoid them. Swerve, fire out lasers at them. Y'know?"

Leaning against the small scout ship, amidst enemy territory. The Terran had practically suggested since we couldn't warp without being noticed, we fly straight towards the enemy's most focused centre.

THE MOTHERSHIP.

Standing at the bridge of the command ship for the Galvins, thin green like beings who held 4.5% of the Milky way galaxy. And increasing. Currently regrouping. His superiors' not doubt reorganising, planning and preparing for their expansion.

"Sir."

He turned to the captain, the logistics head's monitor showing an odd speck.

"Something's approaching."

"is it friendly?"

"We don't know. Currently it's just flying straight towards us... wait. It moved, it's flying towards the outer scout group."

"Send out order: raised shields, stay alert and man the guns."

"To who?"

"Everyone."

THE SHIP

"ARE YOU INSANE?"

"... Yes."

"... What?"

The unconscious pilot resting on her bunk, the private driving the ship with her crewmate's set up (why the Terrans bring driving components for various vehicles on their home planet for a video game on a space ship was beyond him).

She'd first steered the ship headfirst into the void, after modifying the engine she'd. Well, he wasn't sure. But she'd hopped out the ship, jumped into the controls and something had chased them all the way to here.

Guns were raised, shields glowing as they turned on, some ships continuing their patrols. Most however we're moving away, or into positions to strike.

"This is Sargent..."

"HI, I'M A TERRAN AND THIS IS A SUPRISE ATTACK. DON'T SHOOT OR YOU'LL FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DESTROY A LEVIATHAN's LUNCH."

She barked into the radio, one of the other Terrans froze.

"WAIT. ELLIE. YOU PISSED OFF A LEVIATHAN??"

Not looking from the controls, the radio began crackling with the Sargent's questions.

"I mean I don't know what else would be a big enough distraction for the. What were they called?"

"what's Leviathan?"

The large bear alien grunted. Captain glaring at the Terran.

"It's... uhh."

"Y'know dragons?"

Perked up the Terran, covering for her faltering friend.

"... the mythical beings, the ones that varied a lot?"

"So a Leviathan is basically like those Aincent dragons' grandparents. Y'know. Older dragons are generally stronger, these are basically the primal versions of dragons."

"I thought those were drakons?"

"I lied. Drakons are the bridge between Leviathan and dragon."

"..."

"TERRAN. YOU ARE ORDERED THE STOP OR WE WILL-"

The Terran flicked a switch, an angry scowling roar echoed out from the speakers.

"DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME A LIMP DANGER NOODLE YOU PATHETIC MORTAL-"

Flicking the switch off, the Terran began moving the ship away from something as she called the Sargent.

"Do you want me to direct it's anger at you? Shut up, when I shout fire y'all need to fire behind us with everything you got."

She turned the radio off, turning the captain mid twirl.

"They're gonna piss the Leviathan off, it's gonna go on a rampage and we're gonna go when it starts to get really chaotic."

"... miss Eleanor. Are all humans like this."

Markus spoke up.

"short answer is no. Eleanor is one of the few humans who's genuinely unique."

"Awww, markie. You're gonna make me blush. Anyways-"

She turned the engine off, firing the ship's flares as she grabbed the radio.

"FIRE."

Tentacles ripped out of reality, space opening into a door as something roared, swiping at the flares. The ship's glowed. Energy aiming towards behind the ship.

"Ait. Hold on, this'll get weird."

The ammunitions dropped, striking the Leviathan with the force to blow a planet to asteroids. The ship's engines awoke, masked by the roar of rage as the Sargent crackled through the radio.

"Is it dead?"

"GOOD LUCK SARGE."

Flicking my homemade jammer online, aiming the ship down into the ripped door, a being that could wrap around the keiber belt back home rushed out. Tentacles, blades, black fire, in general it'd take two more shots before it's probably return to the void.

But none of that was my problem, dropping down into the Void.

[ozzgin]

I'm bombarding you with asks but hear me out, it's 5am (in my country) But remember the Oni Y/N ask I sent you? I've been thinking about her story and how she ended up in a rock

So basically, as we know, Y/N is an Oni, a traditional one which meant that she lived during the Heian period (794–1185) according to Google...

I've been doing some small research about the onis and found out that they usually are found in mountains, Jigoku, or Japanese Buddhist hell

So what if, the reason why Oni Y/N is found inside a rock (A very big rock, probably an igneous rock, if you didn't know, igneous rocks are basically cooled off lava) is because she fell on lava while chasing a group of humans into a trap, I've read they are aggressive, so this makes the plan easy for humans.

So after she fell in lava, they quickly made sure to cover ALL of her in lava, wait for it to solidify and throw her underground, and throughout the years, rocks and rocks have been falling and burying her deeper and deeper, until fortunately (or unfortunately for humans) she was found and was accidentally released (I have no idea if onis are lava proof but for the sake of my story, let's say Oni Y/N is)

After she got out of the rock, she goes on a small rampage since she's confused and scared, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know what were the things she was seeing, until she remembered on what happened to her after being foolish and aggressive towards humans (the previous part) So eventually she calmed down, she won't let anybody or any humans try to take her mask off along with the long ass clothes she's wearing.

She calms down around Pickle, probably because she views him more as a pet ally/companion since they both don't understand humans (I'm guessing onis don't and they have their own unknown and secret language that professor payne can't crack) so both of them rely on body language

She doesn't want to repeat her mistakes again by underestimating humans so she just watches the fights, but she won't refuse a fight unless someone fully convinces her to (which I doubt anyone can)

So let's imagine Yujiro coming near her, she'd make him the only exception, he's the only human she'll attack and be aggressive towards. (Onis are meant to torture evil souls and as we know, Yujiro is a bitch)

-🎧anon

(I am so sorry for bombarding you with so much asks, but I'm not requesting you to write or draw, I just want to know your opinion and correct me for any mistakes that I did, it's 5am and I can't think straight anymore, I'm not even straight at this point, but in all seriousness, I love your work and keep it up, I genuinely just want you to give your opinion on this backstory/lore that I did and if you have any ideas you wanna add go for it!❤)

I feel like instead of your drawing helping me calm down about my ideas about Oni y/n, it just made it stronger...

All fine, I’m always glad to talk about monsters and demons!

The only question I have regarding your backstory is Reader’s difficulty in understanding humans. According to the yokai guide, oni are born when truly wicked humans die or when their soul is beyond redemption. So now it’s rather unclear, do they forget their past and strip away their humanity? Or do they have some remnants that allow them to blend in if they so desire? I think this is up to personal interpretation and to each individual oni.

By the way, as it turns out - something I didn’t know - the female demon is known as kijo. Kijo are supposed to be weaker than their male counterpart, as their strength lies in magic, excelling in curses and hexes. I myself prefer the brute strength. Although it would definitely be funny if Yuujirou was planning his comeback and noticed he’d been cursed with terrible luck in the process. Could he train to reach Reader’s level of power? Maybe. Casting spells, however…