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hearts-4-vicky · 9 months

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ugh this girl shes so cute like… im actually so down BAD its not even funny

Hi my loves🫶🏼 this was supposed to be longer n come quicker but i forgot to save my draft n i was so fucking done UGHHHH.. I just wanted to put something out for you guys as a thank you for all the support my last post got❤️❤️❤️ I never thought id be postin on here but 😛

anyway, tall! bodyguard! fem reader x wonyoung has been taking over my mind lately yall dont even understand 😭🙏 (this isnt proofread cuz im so done, so sorry my loves if theres something wrong😔)

lets say ur a bit older than Yujin (like by a couple months) n ur first official job as a bodyguard is to make sure Ive makes it to a pop up event safely😝 Starship hired so many of u guys because sasaengs have been appearing more frequently than before. So here comes you and like nearly 3 dozen more guards though you stand out due to how tall u r😍😍😍(like taller than 6’4 cuz babygirl wony is already tall asf😔🙏) n your build (muscular women r so fine UGHHHH)

You and the rest of the squad were walking to the girls big ass dressing room, though you felt many eyes on you. Its something you’re used to, always being the tallest in the room (cant relate😭) Arriving at the dressing room door gets you a bit nervous since you know how big ive is as a group and how stunning they are😍😍😍 Once you guys were given the green light to enter, you need to lean down to fit through the door. seeing this, one of your colleagues snickers, making you roll your eyes.

Ive’s manager introduces you and the rest of your crew to the members, short n sweet. As their manager was just giving a brief run down abt whats gonna happen once you guys arrive, Wonyoung notices you. You were much taller than her and stronger too from what she can see😍 baby girl would be so shocked since most girls shes met have never been taller than her🥺 She was so focused on you that she didnt notice how one of her members eyes were also glued to you😛

ur bitch ass was zoning the fuck out but still kinda listening to the manager but you noticed how drop dead gorgeous the members were (same) though you were always drawn to the tallest member. Her beauty had you practically fawning over her that you didnt even notice the rest of the squad (ayeee pull up wit da gang😝😝😝😝 im so sorry) left to go to the vans you all arrived in😭 Flustered at this, you jog to the door to catch up, hitting your head on the doorframe in the process 🥺🥺🥺 You hear giggles after, but failing to notice how Wonyoung’s eyes were full with concern. Whimpering at the slight sting, you hold your head while still trying to catch up with the rest.🥺🥺🥺

Wonyoung watches as you disappear into the distance, pouting as she hears her members talk about how cute you were🙏 she starts paying attention after hearing yujin ask if they was a chance you were single😭 “Maybe, but not after im done talking with her..” Gaeul says proudly, though its short lived as Wonyoung hears Rei respond “Unnie, she’d have to go her her knees to kiss yo-“YAH!” The room fills with laughter as the eldest sulks in her spot, mumbling how unfair life is. Wonyoung’s mind goes back to you, not wanting to hear her members talk about how they want to get to know you more😜

timeskip to the event cuz im SICK AND TIRED OF THIS APP.

You and the other bodyguards line up behind each side of the rope safety barriers (is that what its called…) You were near entrance of the building and could already seen waves of people try to get a glimpse of the idols that were soon to arrive

As the van pulls up you can hear the crowd getting louder by the second. They only get louder as the girls start to come out, first with Yujin, then Gaeul, Rei, Wonyoung, Liz, and lastly Leeseo. Camera flashes and screams fill the air as the girls walk to the entrance of the building. They do their best to get there in a short amount of time while also interacting with fans

It was going smoothly, with the three eldest already at the door, waiting for the other members. Wonyoung was just a couple steps away from them before a man grips her wrist and pulls her closer to him. She tries to fight back but he is much stronger, tightening his already harsh grip. You act quickly, making the man let go and shoving him as hard as you can. He has a pissed off look on his face but it soon turns to fear as he sees you towering over him. The man nearly shits his pants after you bend your knees to be at eye level with him, hearing you call him the harshest words that come to mind.

After that, you let another bodyguard deal with the man as you turn your body to face the shaking girl. (babygirl was a bit scared cuz u seemed so pissed🥺🥺🥺) Your eyes soften at her state, shes frozen in her spot with widen eyes. Wonyoung focuses on you as you lean down to quietly talk to her. Her eyes are pretty is the first thing that comes to Wonyoung’s mind. She gazes upon your features for what feels like years, her admiration soon turning into attraction for you as she holds her now red wrist. You notice this, cursing the man in your head as you take a closer look at her wrist. holy fuck that shit is red, you meet her eyes once more, taking note on how hers seem to shine in the sunlight. “Are you feeling alright, Miss Jang?” you say in a sweet, soft tone. Wonyoung feels her heart start to race at how soft you are with her, a big contrast to how you acted to the man (duh)

“Oh-Yes! I’m okay, just a bit shaken up..” Wonyoung didnt respond right away since your warm aura made her start to relax. You nod, “Do you want me to escort you to the door?” She starts to nod, but is interrupted by her members rushing to her side asking her if shes okay. You step back, giving them their time but also waiting for her answer. After Wonyoung reassures them that shes fine she turn to you, nodding to your question from before. You failed to notice how her cheeks flushed a light pink as you walked behind her to the door🥺🥺🥺

time skip cuz its literally 1:30 am rn….

You didnt just walk her to the door but instead everywhere. You would only leave her side if she needed to take photos or use the restroom (though you were right outside the door just in case) You were following her around like a velcro puppy (clingy dog) 🥺🥺 Wonyoung thought you were so cuteee😭 she thought you were like a newfoundland puppy cuz ur so big UGH🥺 She watched as your eyes practically sparkled whenever you say something you liked or if someone brought up a topic you were interested in❤️❤️❤️ Babygirl was falling for you so hard rn

As the event was coming to an end, she wanted to go to the restroom before they left (it was an excuse to get you alone with her🫶🏼) She stopped right in front of the ladies door, making you confused. Wonyoung turns to you, leans toward you while slipping a piece of paper in your hand. She ran away shortly after to go to the rest of her members. It all happened so fast you were slow to comprehend what just happened. Reliving the moment for a few seconds you realizing she had kissed you on the cheek.

You place your empty hand over the cheek, now adored with a lipstick mark, as you smile like a dumbass😭 you hear your name being called to leave as well but before going over there, you read the note.

“Yn, I just wanted to thank you for making me feel safe and for getting to know me. I hope we meet again, as friends or maybe more?

XXX-XXX-XXXX

-Wonyoung <3”

You nearly fainted reading that last part.

OH MY GOD THIS TOOK SO LONG💀

guys if u ever write on this app MAKE SURE YOU SAVE PLEASE…. (my asks r open if u want this to be continued or if u wanna request something❤️)

kk love you guys🫶🏼 be safe, and have a good day❤️

#wonyoung date me #ive wonyoung #jang wonyoung #jang wonyoung x reader #wonyoung x reader #stan ive #ive x reader #izone #I MISS IZONE #izone x reader #wlw #fluff #my bbygirl #vicky thoughts

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kikuowo · 2 years

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THE LONELY TREE

PAIRING: sanzu haruchiyo x reader

SUMMARY: comforting him <3

WARNINGS: slight manga spoliers about sanzu’s past. self deprecating thoughts . i did NOT proofread so goodluck lmfao

A/N: omg…hi hey guys im.. alive what. ive had this in my drafts for EVEEEERRRR and finally found motivation to finish it. its not long and its not great but its something. i miss tr and i miss sanzu my pookiebear…

every so often, haruchiyo would return to this state. his old self. once again he was timid and quiet, the kind boy you remembered when first meeting him.

he went from his loud teasing nature, to locking himself in the bathroom. he would stare into his reflection with dim eyes that seemed to be far off into his mind.

haru thought he was hideous. bright obnoxious pink hair, something so childish for a top ranking gang member, that paled his already ghastly skin even more. freckles dotted across his nose and cheeks, he had always hated them as a kid and now even in his late 20s he still wont acknowledge that no amount of scrubbing will wash them away.

two large jagged diamonds were etched into his skin. just thinking about them he could still feel the sharp stabbing pain from the edge of the plastic toy like it happened yesterday. he thinks this might be the ugliest aspect of him. he could tolerate the pale skin, freckles, eyebags, and wild hair. all easy fixes, he thinks, but has no motivation whatsoever to do so. however, the scarred skin on each corner of his mouth would never, could never, be fixed.

his appearance was just one thing that made him hideous. his action and, really his whole existence was hideous.

never was he good enough.

not good enough for their mother to stay. not good enough for their father to raise them. he was a terrible brother, teaching senju wrong and always disappointing takeomi.

he was a bad friend.

he killed mochi. one of the few people who he thought truly cared for his well being, even thought of him as a younger brother.

he was a bad boyfriend.

haru knew he wasn’t good to you. he knew you deserved someone normal. someone who isn’t an addict. someone who can go out freely and take you out on dates. he knew you deserved someone who didn’t lose their temper easy like him, who hurt you not just physically but mentally and emotionally as well. he’s not sure why you’ve been following him around so long, but he also isn’t sure what he would do if you stopped.

rindou had warned you through text about haruchiyo’s sudden drop in mood. you immediately dropped everything and rush home to him, wanting to stop his self loathing quickly before it turned for the worse.

when you arrived to the apartment all lights were off, drapes closed and everything was quiet. if you didn’t know any better you would think no one was home. but you knew he was home, if not for the shoes thrown haphazardly by the door, the soft sounds of crying could be heard.

you ponder on calling out your arrival, deciding on just being loud enough to let him know you are home, but not enough to startle him. you make your way to the bathroom and quietly knock three times before pausing then entering.

haru stands slouched in front of the sink. his rose colored hair messy, eyes red and puffy, and a frown set on his lips.

taking a slow breath you walk up to him, your reflections side by side. you know he knows you are there, it shows in the way he slightly tenses and his hands begin to shake. you want nothing more than to comfort him, however knowing he dislikes overbearing people holds you back for a moment. unsure and unmoving, you take this moment to really look at the broken man in front of you.

you see his pain, you see his hardships, you see his worry, you see is sadness. but you also see his pretty blue eyes that always look at you with love and hopefulness. you see pretty porcelain skin that blushes a pretty pink when he gets flustered from your words of love. you see rosy lips that you love to feel against your own and that you know he loves to use to praise you, to make you feel loved.

you also see two scars, one on each side of those lips. deep down they have always made you feel a sense of sadness. a once happy little boy scarred for something he didn’t do, insecure to the point of covering his face for years, a moment forever changing his life.

but they also made you happy. they were apart of haruchiyo, the man you loved with every atom inside of you. anytime a diamond appeared throughout the day you instantly thought of him. how happy he made you, how much you missed him, when will be the next time you can hold him? kiss him?

snapping out of your trance, you once again walk up to him. slowly, allowing him time to retract from you, you wrap your arms around his middle and lay your head against his back.

he tenses even more at first before slowly but surely relaxing into your hold. you place one, two, three kisses between his shoulder blades, payment for letting you comfort him. he places a cold hand over one of your own, a silent thanks and a green flag to comfort him.

and so you do, holding him in the cramped bathroom slowly swaying the two of you and placing kisses every so often onto him and listening to the steady thrumming of his heart, one he knows solely beats because of you.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu x you #sanzu x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #tr x reader #tr x you #kikuowo #kiku writes 𓂃♡ ࣪₊

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majesticwren · 7 months

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this is part II of this previous smutty one-shot. That one is still a stand-alone but, after this point, it is officially a multichaper. part III to come soon. edit: part III is done. be advised, this entire project is done solely for my pleasure, I am indulging myself so much with this. the angst that it carries (because yes there will be more coming - I am very good very evil) it's the energy I crave please don't come for me and trust the process I'll feed you smut. it is edited but not proofread. enjoy. a/n: hi :) me again back at it. I didn't like the first draft of this so I finally went back in and made it a little extra poly/gay with some more chemistry between kyle and will because I needed it. thank you bye 💕

trigger warning/s: angst angst angst, poly relationship dynamics, reference to sex, reference to threesome, smut, oral f receiving, shit loads of misunderstandings and miscommunication, swearing, OFC is unhinged and is her own trigger warning.

<- part I | part III -> prequel part I -> | part II -> | part III -> | part IV -> Masterlist

Erika sat still and collected. She had already been told off a few times because she was too fidgety so, now, it became a game of control on her own subconscious and nervous system. She was releasing her frustration on biting the inside of her cheek and lips instead. It was just as bad as bouncing her knee or just generally being unable to sit still and empty handed for longer than thirty seconds, but it was better manageable when her nail technician required her absolute stillness to work.

Not that she was winning. Not at all. Her mind was too busy. But, at least, it was fun to pretend she had everything under control. Everything was fine. Erika kept repeating it to herself like a prayer. She truly believed if she did it for long enough it would have become true. Because the alternative was heaving a breakdown, and she couldn’t afford one of those. Not when it risked to jeopardize the precarious balance her life had.

She was happy. She had been happy for a very long time. She had no right to suddenly feel like her very lucky, very privileged life could be somehow tight. And yet, she couldn’t shake her the claustrophobic feeling of being trapped in a small box. Which was exactly why she spent every waking second feeling guilty and every sleeping moment being tormented by her subconscious painfully reminding her about everything she didn’t have.

It wasn’t fair. And not because she thought the universe was torturing her, but because she was aware she was the problem.

She was a wild card; which was all fun and games until she got to moments of her life like that one when she decided she needed a revolution.

When she was younger, she tended to act out. Sometimes she thought her family was too nice, so she went and created problems. Sometimes she hated being pretty and how easy life seemed to be, so she would become nasty. Sometimes people would assume she was nothing more than a pretty face, and she would think about the smartest, cruellest way to get revenge. Sometimes all Erika craved was attention and would indulge in sex, alcohol or drugs abuse to get what she wanted. It started when she was very young, some may say too young to understand the consequences of her actions. Her brother helped her out of most of the shit she found herself drowning into even before she was eighteen.

And then she met Kyle.

He had been different from any other guy or girl she had ever interacted with. She knew since the very beginning he was special to her; she was attracted to him like a moth to light. It was impossible for her to stay away. But he too became a rebellious act she did in spite of Mark when her brother noticed her interest, assumed wrong of her intentions and suggested her to stay away from Kyle because he had no intention of seeing her breaking his heart. So, she took him literally and proceeded to do exactly what Mark had asked her not to. She broke Kyle’s heart. And it took her time to understand her mistake and fix it.

Thing was, she wasn’t a teenager anymore. She hadn’t allowed herself to act on a whim in a very long time and she wasn’t about to justify herself to risk to ruin her perfect fairytale life.

She got to do the job of her dreams, having a career many would kill for, not only that but she was also making good money for her skill. And she got to travel the world side by side with her amazing, beautiful and talented boyfriend, making many friends along the way. It felt nothing but privilege to her. Some may had been deserved, but privilege all the same.

The idea that she was going to possibly ruin it all was terrifying.

But, everything was fine, she reminded herself.

“So,” Regina, the girl working on her nails, sent her a curious look from the other side of the table. “You look very pretty today. I see you had your lashes done?”

“Just this morning,” Erika nodded, “and my hair too.”

“I see,” the girl’s look became suddenly cheeky. She was a proper chatter-box who lived for the scandalous gossip her clients brought to the salon. They all were. There and at the hair salon just across the way. Which was mostly pleasant and harmless, but Erika had a feeling of what was coming and didn’t have the patience to hold a conversation. “Any special occasion?”

She shrugged. “Just a little party between friends.”

“Oh?”

“My brother is coming back from Australia after a month,” Erika decided to give in a little, “we organised a small gathering for him.”

“You are an awful lot beautiful for just a casual event.”

“Can’t change perfection, sorry darling,” Erika giggled, finding some soothe in the distraction that conversation brought.

Regina chuckled too. “And what about your dashing boyfriend? Is he gonna be there?”

Erika grinned proudly, knowing very well how pretty Kyle was and how much attention he always got. Thankfully she wasn’t the jealous type. “Of course. You might be in for a treat actually,” Erika raised her chin, basking into her own bragging. “He is around and will pick me up when I’m done.”

“Oh,” Regina shook her shoulders, all excited, “You just made my day. Girls!” she called referring to the rest of the salon, “Erika’s boyfriend is popping by!” A small burst of celebrations occurred between the girls present, someone clapped, someone tapped the work surface and a few howled, just for everyone to then cheer joyfully. Erika too, giggled to herself allowing herself to let go of some of her concerns.

Thinking about Kyle made it better. Mostly.

“You will understand what we mean as soon as you see him,” Regina hinted to the girl sitting next to Erika, who was giving everyone very suspicious looks. “I tell you these Australians are something else.”

Erika shook her head, rolling her eyes. “What can I say, eh? We are the best country in the world, after all.”

“Well, tell me about this party, girlie,” Regina continued, focusing back on the final details her nails. “Are all your famous friends going to be there?”

“No,” any trace of joy left Erika. She huffed as enthusiasm washed off her. She was just exhausted. “Just a couple,”

“Well? Cheer up, love, what’s that sudden long face for? You can’t be all done up like this and be sad. Not on my nails.”

“I’m sorry Regina,” Erika sighed, “I am just tired, it’s been a long day and I haven’t slept at all well.”

“I bet. With a guy like your boy, I’d struggle to sleep every night too.”

Erika chuckled. She knew exactly how to respond to keep that little chitchat going, just to occupy time, but she didn’t say it. She was done talking. Not because she didn’t enjoy it, only because she was done holding up a mask. Her social battery was running out so quickly and she still had to deal with the last bits to get ready for the party and the event itself.

It wasn’t like she wasn’t looking forward seeing her brother after so long. She was so happy he was coming back to the UK; she missed him so much. But the idea of a party with all their close friends was enough to make her feel exhausted already. To be precise, it was the idea of a party with Will present that made her feel completely overwhelmed.

Will was her problem.

Her chest still ached thinking about how cold and awkward it had been between them ever since the night they spent together. He didn’t seem to have any problem with Kyle, they kept spending as much time together as they could. Which wasn’t a surprise. But with her he was a completely different guy.

They hadn’t talked since the morning after. And ever since, Will had been plainly avoiding her. If they were so unlucky to cross paths, the words they exchanged were brief and distant. No eye contact.

Saying she was heartbroken wasn’t enough.

Erika was aware they only had sex once and no one had talked about feelings. Yet, she wasn’t prepared to be treated so awkwardly. Especially after what they had. It meant something to her. It meant something Will stayed that night and they all slept snuggled on each other. It meant something that she now knew the scent of his skin or how he snored when he was on his right side.

Being aware of what they shared and that Will now took part of her away, even if he wasn’t willing to accept it, was the only thing she had been able to think about. And it was her burden to carry. Every time she had to remind herself how things were going to be carved a deeper hole into her chest. And at the same time there was a need, a hunger, gnawing at her bones, leaving her feeling cold. And alone.

The most shameful part of it was that she didn’t have the heart to open up with Kyle about it. For the first time, she found herself keeping secrets from him.

She felt dirty every second and she knew Kyle was trying his best to understand her and leaving her space, although she also knew he was hurting knowing something was happening. It was a price she was willing to pay, though. She had no intention of being the reason to slip any doubt in between him and Will.

Erika had tried to soothe whatever was going on between them in the second-best way she knew how to be close to Kyle, since she had decided not to talk with him, and that was through sex. They had a way of always finding each other when they were intimate. It created a connection that was able to reassure her and take away some of her pain. Although the thought of Will was never gone for long.

She had thought about it long and hard. For some time, she had even started to get extremely concerned, wandering whether or not she had made the biggest mistake of her life and had cheated on Kyle right in front of him. But then she pretty quickly realised that wasn’t the case. The worth Kyle had to her was unchanged, Kyle still owned her heart. Only now it also ached for someone else too.

“Oh,” Regina cooed, “heads up,” the moment she hinted to the entrance door, the bell ringed, announcing someone’s arrival.

Erika followed Regina’s gaze and immediately melted into a warm smile as she recognised Kyle. Her body relaxed, her skin warmed up and her spirit shone a little brighter for him.

“Hey,” she chirped.

The salon seemed to fall into an awe. Erika was hoping it was only her impression, although she didn’t miss the awkward, timid look Kyle sent all around. The more eyes set on him he found, the more his cheeks blushed.

He held his half empty gym bag in one hand and was still wearing his gym gear, which was composed of baggy shorts and an unmatching old hoodie he had ripped the sleeves off only so he could show his arms. It was incredible how effortless his prettiness was. He could still look so attractive even in the lowest maintenance circumstances. It was mind blowing.

“Hey baby,” his voice broke her train of thought, “you ok?”

“Your girlie here seems to be very tired,” Regina looked directly at him, sending him a challenging look, “she said you keep her up all night.”

“Pardon?” Kyle blushed violently. His pale eyes glimmered of interest as he looked back at Erika, puzzled but amused as a timid smile peeked on his lips.

“Nothing. Ignore her, please,” Erika sent a warning glare to Regina, hoping she could behave herself.

Kyle cleared his voice and nodded, “Right. Are you almost done?” He wondered leaning in to give her a quick kiss on the lips.

Erika looked back at Regina who nodded, looking at her own work on her nails. “Almost. Ten, fifteen minutes?”

Kyle’s attention didn’t move from Erika. “Do you want me to come back?”

“No,” Regina replied instead, offering a kiss-ass grin, “stay, have a seat on out booth, we got lovely colourful magazines and fresh cucumber water! Just ask.”

To his sudden confusion, Erika chuckled, leaning her head back as she looked up at him. “You are very popular in this establishment baby, you might want to consider switching career.”

“Oh, yeah?” he wondered leaning in for another kiss, causing some of the women around them to ooh them. “And what would you have me do, ladies?”

“Just stand there and be pretty. That’s more than enough.” Erika explained.

Kyle offered a large smile to everyone present. “I see. Well, I’ll be sitting over there where everyone can easily look at me while you finish up.”

“Thank you,” Erika cooed and looked at him as he crossed the small salon and dropped himself on the small booth by the door.

“Will says hi, by the way,” he casually began, opening up a random magazine.

Erika choked.

She turned towards Regina, as if hiding away could somehow shoo off the feelings that hit her like a landslide of heavy boulders rolling above her chest. So many questions crowded her mind, but, above anything, she was outraged.

What did it mean that Will said hi? Just like that? Casually? Like nothing happened? Was that the next step? From the awkwardness of knowing they saw each other naked and had sex to the complete denial it even ever happened? Was she that forgettable? And why would Kyle just say it like that? Like it was the most normal thing in the world? Did he think nothing happened too? That night meant nothing to him? Was he truly so blind not to notice how she was hurting and how Will hadn’t talked to her in a week?

Or did they simply just decided to continue hang out with each other without her?

The room around her felt suddenly too small to breathe. The low murmur surrounding her and the ambiance music became too loud to bear. She felt like she was falling into a black void and sit there, unable to move, was unthinkable.

“Are you ok?”

Erika ignored Regina, shaking her words with a shrug. “Yes. Can you hurry up?”

“I mean I have the last layer of polish to do,” Regina frowned, “are you not feeling well?”

“No, I am ok, thank you. Just finish up, I just remembered I have something urgent I need to do.”

Erika barely managed to sit after that. She felt uncomfortable in her clothes, under her own skin. When her nails were finally done, she had never bolted out of that place as quickly as she did. Generally, she’d indulge in some small chit-chat and a drink or their flavoured water, just as courtesy. Not that time. She didn’t even stop to give Kyle the time to get up.

“Hey,” he shouted at her as she went through the door, “Hey, Erika, hold on,” he continued and when she didn’t stop for him, he grabbed her arm, bringing her to a hold. “Baby, what’s wrong?

She hissed, shaking her head. “Nothing is wrong. Let’s just go. Mark will land in a few hours,”

“Yes. I know. I am the one who needs to go pick him up.” Erika tried to escape his hold, but Kyle held on, his grab was gentle but solid. “Will you stop one second? What happened? What did I do?”

Her heart was squeezed between guilt and regret. Erika raised a hand to him, cupping his cheek. “Nothing.” God, she wished she could pick him up and press him into her chest, “You had done nothing wrong; I just want to go home.”

How much she wished that could be enough. She wanted to drown into his eyes and disappear.

Kyle hesitated. His eyes cruised on her face, trying to read the answers he wanted from her features. And still, he kept his tongue tied.

He knew. She was aware Kyle knew something was up. He had known since the very beginning and she knew he was smart enough to connect the dots, only he never dared to overstep. Even though she desperately needed him to shake some sense into her.

He let her go, releasing a soft huff. “Ok.” He raised his hands peacefully, “Let’s take you home.”

“I’m gonna be late,” Kyle pushed his face in the crook of her neck, brushing his lips on her collarbones.

She released a soft giggle, bending underneath him. “Passport control always takes ages,” Erika argued, wrapping her legs around his waist and keeping him exactly where he was standing in response. “Mark can wait,” she purred, her hands were all over Kyle as she sat back on her vanity table surface, pulling him closer.

He caught her lips in a heated kiss, unable to deny her. His big hands moved on her sides and down to her thighs. As soon as his palms touched her skin, Erika purred, melting under him. He easily lifted up the soft material of the silk shift she was wearing, exposing her.

“You are so bad,” Kyle pressed his smile on her chin, “you’d let your own brother wait all alone in the airport after the longest flight ever just to have some more sex.”

“Yes,” she pouted, ready to beg if necessary, “you should take it as a compliment.”

They had been going at it ever since they came home. Everything that was supposed to be said, everything that they were supposed to talk about, that Kyle wanted to ask and Erika needed to say, was forgotten once more just so they could find their connection skin on skin.

It was blissful. Selfish, maybe, from both parts. And yet tremendously sweet. When she was between Kyle’s arms her mind was quiet and she felt safe. There was nothing threatening to hurt them. Nothing wrong.

And she simply couldn’t let go.

They had sex already twice in the midst of getting ready but it didn’t seem like they were done. It was easy for her to forget she was supposed to concentrate on doing her makeup and let him finish to dress up to go and pick up Mark.

Kyle followed her neck, down to her chest, kissing, licking and nibbling on her soft, sensitive skin. When he continued down her sternum, unbothered by the thin material dividing him from her direct skin, Erika understood his intention and encouraged him with a soft whimper.

He kneeled in front of her throwing her legs over his shoulders. His hands traced to her waist, surrounding her like a belt and holding her steady. His attention was only for her as he looked up, pale blue eyes glimmering with hot lust.

“I do not have time,” he reminded her, bending his head and pressing his lips against the inside of her thigh, “but I can’t leave you knowing you are so needy.”

“No, you can’t,” her breath was hot and heavy as she looked at him move. “God,” she dared to chuckle, pushing a hand into his hair and keeping balance with the other. “You are so pretty in between my thighs it fucking hurts.”

“Yeah?” He wondered, only pretending not to be aware of the effect he had on her. The smirk he pulled gave her a shiver. He kissed higher up on her thigh. His lips were close to her core she felt his hot breath on her exposed flesh, and yet not giving her the satisfaction yet.

She whimpered, nodding and stretching, feeling her need to find pleasure becoming an inconvenient ache pressing on her abdomen. “Please, Kyle,”

He didn’t let her waste anymore breath. Holding her steady, he pushed his face into her, and ate her up like she was made of honey. Erika almost lost every faculty as soon as his tongue caressed her folds, and she was completely gone by the time he started sucking her flesh. A moan vibrated through his chest, sending her to another planet.

The air soon filled by the obscene noises of Kyle’s mouth wrapped around her sex, accompanied by her moans. She wasn’t even trying to keep quiet by then.

Pleasure started to build up inside of her stomach, sending electric shivers all across her limbs. Erika barely managed to balance herself up with an arm, but she didn’t care, she craved to push her fingers deeper between his hair just to hold him. In response, he looked straight up at her. His blue eyes were astonishingly beautiful. Making eye contact in such a moment was ravaging, so powerful her skin crawled with goosebumps, as pleasure only built.

Erika didn’t take long to reach her edge and didn’t do anything to try and hold herself. She let herself go as her pleasure took over, growing through her, tensing her muscles as shivers crawled on her skin. Kyle skilfully guided her through her pleasure, following the movement of her hips and the quickness of her breath to know when she got close reaching her orgasm and then, he gave her exactly what she wanted, exactly what she needed, accompanying her through her release. She unravelled against him, her body shaking uncontrollably between his arms, as she called his name, lost in yet again another wave of pure bliss.

She then watched him rising to his feet. They were both out of breath. Erika felt pure electricity flowing in between them and under her skin and when he cleaned his chin and mouth up with his hand, she quivered, biting down on her lower lip not to beg him for more.

She needed another shower. A freezing cold one.

Erika slid her hands across his bare chest, looking at the scratch marks she left on his skin with extreme pride. “I wish we could just be like this all the time.”

“What? Having sex instead of being responsible and do adult things?”

“Precisely.” She looked away hiding from him, herself and everything else. The moment he’d leave her she would have only gone back to go insane again.

Kyle smiled softly. It was like he caught a glimpse of her sadness and, cupping her face, he made her look back at him. “I wish you talked to me,” his sweet request hit her right in the middle of the chest and ripped her apart. “You know I am here for you and I will always give you what you want. But I wish you’d tell me what’s wrong.”

She froze. Erika wished she could quit being that way. She wished it was just easier; she wished she let herself accept it could be easier. Instead, she pushed him away. “Yes,” she murmured sadly, “I know.” Erika attentively got back on her feet, still feeling her legs weak underneath her.

Kyle nodded. Her closing up to him once more was clearly something that hurt him. She saw it, she knew him well enough, and just wished she could be different.

She tried. For a moment they looked at each other and she truly tried to make her thoughts and emotions into words, but the knot in her throat silenced her. Her hesitation costed her their moment because Kyle was the one who broke eye contact and let her go.

He moved across the room and in the bathroom, quickly making himself presentable before slipping into the clean t-shirt he had already put on twice before and that had been promptly removed and thrown on the floor twice over. Then, he quietly picked a pair of white sketchers and sat on the edge of the bed to put them on.

Erika wanted so bad to pretend everything was ok. They just spent a couple of hours having fun, ignoring responsibilities to just fool around with each other, yet the air between them was suddenly frosty. She still faked it. She was so good at it. She pulled her stool back in front of the table and sat back down, looking at herself in the mirror.

She was a mess. Her makeup needed to be re-done. She needed a thick mask to cover up all the hurt showing in her eyes.

“Is it Will?” Kyle finally broke the silence. “Actually, don’t answer to that. I know whatever is going on with you is connected to Will. I am not stupid.”

Erika closed her eyes and looked away, hiding from her own reflection and Kyle’s gaze in the mirror. “We don’t have time for this.”

“We do. Passport control takes ages,” Kyle reminded her. “Erika, please, it’s me. Tell me. I need to know if I did something wrong, somehow?”

“You didn’t. You never would,” Erika turned over to him, “But please, I am begging you, I can’t deal to talk about Will.”

“Did he hurt you?” His voice was suddenly so severe it scared her.

“What!?” She shook her head, “No! Of course, not.” Despite the fact that he hadn’t acknowledged her for days now and that distance between them was hurting more than she could ever say.

“Then what? What happened the other night that made you have such a change of heart? I thought you enjoyed yourself.”

“I did,” Erika needed to reassure him. Now more than ever she noticed the frustration he felt in his inability to reach her. There was something tormenting him in and now he wasn’t hiding how desperately he wanted to fix whatever was hurting her.

Erika got up and quickly moved to him. Her hands moved around his face without her even thinking about it, she needed to touch him to make contact. “I did enjoy myself. I wanted it.” Erika had to fight not to let memories flood into her mind.

“Then what is it? I left you your space and I don’t mean to overstep, but I thought you’d take a moment and then you’d look for me. But you haven’t. You are shutting me out.”

“I am not,” she knew he was right and still proceeded to deny it, “I did look for you.”

“When? You are over there and I am over here, I feel you slip away through my fingers.”

Erika took his hand and pressed it against her own chest, letting him feel her taking a deep breath. “I just did. I do it all the time.”

Kyle shook his head. “Sex isn’t enough anymore, Erika. I need to know what’s going on in your head. In your heart. I can’t take it anymore, please tell me what’s wrong. Tell me how to fix it.”

“You can’t fix it,” she shook her head, “It will pass. It doesn’t matter.”

“It clearly matters. It matters to you. It matters to me. And it matters to Will.”

Erika chuckled sarcastically, shaking her head. “Well about that I doubt.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means nothing. Kyle, please,” she huffed, trying to regulate her emotions in a way that wasn’t falling into an argument with the only person who didn’t deserve any of what she was throwing at him. “Go and pick up Mark. Let’s get through the party and then,”

“Then what? Will you talk to me then?”

“If I say yes?”

“I want to believe you.” Kyle looked up at her, defeated, “I need to believe you. But I don’t.”

“Ok, I can deal with that. What I can’t deal with is talking about Will now.”

“You will have to deal with him sooner or later, he is going to come over.”

“Yes, I am aware.”

“I just don’t understand what happened. You just shut both of us out.”

“Kyle,” Erika shook her head, “please, I am begging you.”

He looked so hurt. And so precious. Erika felt the need to scream and break something. It wasn’t fair, he didn’t deserve being treated that way. And yet she couldn’t bring herself to do anything different. In her chest guilt and shame vibrated, twisting her stomach painfully.

“Right,” Kyle dropped it, “fine.” He got up and leaned in, softly kissing her forehead.

“I am so sorry,” she whispered, looking away, trying to fight her tears and her own pain. She hated to put more weight on Kyle’s shoulders, especially since she had the impression he felt somehow responsible.

“When you are ready, I’ll be there,” he left her. “Get ready. I’ll be back soon.”

“Ok,” she whispered and watched him leave the bedroom feeling suddenly so lonely and lost.

She hated herself sometimes. She knew why she acted the way she did. She understood her ways and yet she wished she could snap her fingers and just stop being a prick. Especially with Kyle.

He left without saying goodbye and when she was left completely alone, Erika stood in the middle of her bedroom for an ungodly amount of time, just looking at nothing, spacing out into her own doubts and despair.

When she realised she was so cold she was shivering painfully, she decided it was time to get a grip. To not let her brain take over and ruin her completely, she put some music on letting the living room speakers play loud, as she hopped in the shower, hoping to wash her problems off her skin.

An hour later she had all the arrogance to lie even to herself and think she was stronger than ever. Able to tackle anything. Everything was fine. It was still her favourite prayer.

She had decided to melt her nerves helped by a shot of tequila to get her going. Her make up was done. Her hair fixed. She looked pretty, expensive and unbothered, just like she wanted. A perfectly executed mask. She only pretended she was wearing a cute outfit she casually picked, when she had the specific plan to be looked at.

Will was going to be there and she had every intention of getting his attention, one way or the other. It became a matter of pride. If he was doing everything in his power to ignore her and pretend nothing happened, she was set to make it as difficult as humanly possible for him. She needed to win. It was easier to think it that way than sulk. She was done being passive to her own pain. She wanted answers and she would have got them by the end of the evening.

She even had the time to get the ambiance around the apartment just right to host a small gathering and just double checked with the catering that they’d be on time to set up before their friends arrived.

When the doorbell went off, she gasped with surprise, fooling herself she could act completely cool. Everything was fine.

She hopped across her apartment on her tippytoes, still not wearing shoes. She was hoping it could be Kyle and Mark already even though she knew it was way too early. After picking Mark up from the airport, which was a potential forty-five minutes’ drive in traffic, Kyle was supposed to drop Mark back at his own place before driving him back there. It couldn’t be them. Plus, Kyle had the keys to get in the house. But she still answered the door with the same enthusiasm and expectations.

“Hello,” she chirped, “come on up. Fifth floor,” she explained, realising it was probably the much less exciting catering guys coming in to set up.

Erika was still fiddling with her golden hoop earrings when she opened the door, ready to welcome their hired employees with a big smile. In the background played Rich Girl, by Daryll Hall and John Oates. “Hi, welcome,” as soon as her eyes set on the person standing by the entrance, she choked. Her smile hanged on her lips, and slowly froze when she realised, she wasn’t going to welcome Kyle or her brother and neither it was the catering.

“Will,” she frowned, her throat sealed shut. It was the first time she saw him in days. She hid behind the door, trying to hold herself up. She had been doing such a good job, she couldn’t crumble the first second they interacted. “What are you doing here?”

He had his hands dug deep into his trousers and was looking straight at the floor, doing everything in his power to avoid eye contact. “Mark’s party. I was invited, remember?”

The monotone in his deep voice drove her insane, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to slam the door in his face or choke him out more.

She rolled her eyes. “Yes. I know. I mean this early.”

He shrugged. “I can come back if you prefer,”

Erika widened the door, sliding to the side and signing him to come in. “Don’t be stupid. Kyle and Mark aren’t here yet though.”

She did everything in her power to maintain her decorum. If she wanted to survive that evening, she needed to rise above. And yet, she already couldn’t think clearly.

As Will entered her home, awkwardly looking around, she inhaled deeply his scent. She was taken by a primal need for her to know what perfume he was wearing. But it went deeper than that as she realised what she was looking for was the smell of his skin, bare, sweaty and marked by sex.

It was beyond her. Memories hit her stronger than ever. She felt his callous hands on her skin, his ghostly fingers traced her body, making her doubt what was reality and what was dream. She could still taste his mouth on her tongue just as clearly as she could feel his curly hair in between her fingers. Just like she was still in his arms, she could feel the pressure of his hold, or the weight of his body on hers.

It was excruciating. Unbearable. Made her want to rip her hair out and run away, never to come back. But mostly, it made her feel so small and insignificant. She wouldn’t have made it.

She wanted him so bad it hurt in places she wasn’t aware could hurt for a person.

Will still didn’t look at her. “Do you have any booze?”

“Fridge for beer or wine, and mixers, don’t touch the bubbly. Freezer for vodka. Wine rack for more wine and tequila. Knock yourself out.” She turned around, pretending she didn’t care. Maybe she could have hidden in the bedroom until someone else arrived?

No.

She had promised herself she’d stop being a coward and a prick and would handle the situation. And that was actually the perfect occasion to get what she wanted.

“I’m gonna finish getting ready. Mind letting the catering people in when they arrive?”

“Sure.” She heard him pop a beer open.

She wondered if he was looking at her then. She hoped he was. She was ready for a fight. She was ready to get it over with because she couldn’t take to have that awful, awkward situation hanging above her life, shaving off happiness from her current relationship. But, deep down, she was still naively hoping to get what she wanted. Which was Will.

She turned around, deciding to get to her best weapons immediately. First artillery fire. She leaned against the bedroom doorframe, looking directly at Will, ignoring how intensely he was studying every title in Kyle’s collection of pop-punk vinyl CDs. She didn’t know him to have ever been that interested in that music genre before.

“Do you like my dress, Will?” She wondered casually and watched his reaction with a dangerous, magnetic smile printed on her lips.

She watched avidly how he stiffened, raising his head and widening his shoulders, which only made her ego grow. Will didn’t move for the longest couple of seconds as his eyes traced up on the wall in front of him. He didn’t dare to look back but his eyes did move on the dozen frames patching up the wall retracting professional pictures of wrestling matches. Only the best of her work, exposed like in a gallery. Will had more than one spot on her wall. Now she was starting to understand why she liked to portray him so much.

“Don’t ignore me.”

He hissed, clearly bothered by her voice. “I am not.”

“So?”

“I dunno. Doesn’t matter what I think, does it?”

“It does if I am asking.”

He huffed and then hid behind his beer, taking two good gulps of it before just shaking his head. “Sure. You look very nice. But you know that. So, why bothering asking me?”

“How would you know? You haven’t even looked at me once.”

Will tutted and let his head fall back, releasing some of his frustration in a huff. He was still not facing her. “I am not playing your game, Erika.”

“Look at me, Will.” She ordered, summoning all her strength not to let any of her desperation show. She wanted to sound authoritative and not like a little scared girl who just wanted to be held. Somehow it made sense in her mind that that could be her best plan.

It seemed like he was willing to fight her. For a split second he held his position, without daring to move. He was holding his breath. But then, something gave in and he did turn. Not completely, as if he was still trying not to expose himself to her. But he did. And when he did, his eyes sliced through her like daggers, severe and detached. She didn’t recognise the cold in his gaze and kept stumbling in the fear that she was continuing to make mistakes.

That moment was the first that Erika realised it wasn’t only about the sex anymore. She wasn’t only looking at a man that couldn’t recognise being the same who held her so tenderly. But she also couldn’t recognise the Will she had liked and respected for so long from before. Before everything, they had been friends for a long time. Years. They shared trips, work, holidays, accommodations, moments of their lives that will always connect them. And yet, she was now cut out of it.

She was hurting so bad.

But, for the life of her, Erika didn’t dare to show an inch of it. He didn’t deserve it.

If that’s how it had to be, then she was determined to make him regret his choices.

Will shrugged. “So? What am I supposed to look at?” She was the one who was hit. But Will wasn’t done. “Let’s do this like civil adults, shall we? I am here for Kyle and Mark, let’s get through this. In a couple of days, I’ll be on the road again in Japan.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Knowing he was going to be gone fairly soon disheartened her. It didn’t seem like she was going to prove any point, let alone win at anything. And he was going away soon, maybe that was it, that was her answer. Let it go, for everyone’s sake.

“You know what I mean.”

“No.” Erika crossed her arms, willing to appear as defensive as possible, “I do not know what you mean, William.”

The smile he whipped out was pure scorn. He took her words like a cheap shot, shaking his head. “My, my, you must be very upset. I rattle you pretty bad, don’t I? Don’t worry. You stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours and everyone lives happily ever after.”

“You are such a cunt.” Erika scoffed, raising her chin high, “I wish I never met you.”

“Oh, don’t you worry darling, the wish is mutual.”

He went right to the jugular. His words slipped her throat. She felt something severing inside of her. Her chest was empty and squeezed, she was unable to breathe.

She closed herself in her bedroom, leaving Will alone.

What was she supposed to do now?

That was answer enough. Will gave her exactly what she thought she wanted, and in the meanest way he could possibly think to clear any doubt she may have had. Only, it was nothing like what she had hoped for.

She wanted a drink so bad. Somehow, she thought alcohol could fuzz her rational thoughts and soothe her. The only problem was that Will stood between her and her booze and she had no intention to look at him ever again.

Damn it. Damn him.

Erika cried in silence, huddled on the floor like a desperate little girl who couldn’t even take rejection on the chin like a champ.

She had ignored hearing Will moving around her apartment, turning on the tv and even talk loudly on the phone. It didn’t matter what he was talking about, to her it mattered the way he laughed and chattered like nothing bothered him. Then, when the catering showed up, she still ignored him when he tried to ask for direction – again acting like nothing happened between them. He even knocked on her door a couple of times, and she still didn’t respond.

By that point, Erika's only concern was to pick herself back up, fix what Will had just broken and keep pretending. For Mark. For Kyle. For herself.

By the time she had fixed her makeup for the nth time that evening, the first guests started to arrive and that was her queue to waltz out of the bedroom and be the perfect, prettiest host. She could only hope Kyle and her brother would arrive soon.

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False punishment

This has been in my drafts for a while and ive finally finished it (or at least tried) so yeah it's Demon!Y/n and subby!Wanda (kind of)

Summary: Being with a human was not something demons do often and yet here you were with Wanda being the perfect girl, unless she starts acting out, then she needs to be punished, something you didn't like to do, especially with the equally annoying demon Natasha hanging around your house.

Words: 2,800

Warnings: darkish!Reader demons, swearing, demon Nat 18+ Minors DNI

A/n: this isn't proofread soooo good luck!

“Am I special to you?"

“Awe princess, do you know how long I’ve been around?” Wanda shook her head as best she could while your hand was wrapped around her throat “I’ve told every woman I’ve been with that they’re special, that they’re my good girl for doing what I ask, how proud their master is of them for bringing me what I need” Wanda was crying and it almost made you feel bad, she was definitely more special than the others, they didn't hold a candle to her and never would but she still tried leaving you, no one leaves you! Not unless they’re dismembered or…well we won’t get into that yet.

“Now why is my girl crying hmm?” You pitifully smeared her tears around her face with your thumbs "pretty girls don't cry, not unless I make them" silence filled the room for Wanda's soft whimpers and cries

"Can I tell you a story?" your sudden soft voice surprised the brunette but she gave a slow nod as a yes, still scared of what you would say.

“You should've seen the look on your victim's face when you killed them, of course they were screaming and your eyes were closed but the look on your sister's face wa-"

"Stop" it came out strained from her mouth but you heard it "oh? I thought you wanted to know why you were special to me?" you'd pulled away but Wanda wished you didn't, your glare boring into her as she tried to look away but your hands kept her head in place "you're special because I didn't have to force you to stay with me, you wanted to be with me remember? You were so beautiful, covered in blood just to show me how much you wanted me, even hurting a family member"

"Stop!" Wanda managed to push you away surprising you both but you quickly gathered yourself and chuckled "fine, you want to leave? Leave" you turned around and opened the door "go on"

Wanda was conflicted, she did try to leave and now she was given a chance, but did she really want to do it? No, no she didn't.

"I-i erm I don't really-" she started stuttering and you were overjoyed knowing full well she "of course you won't leave my love, now let's go upstairs and have dinner, Nat will be home any minute and expecting us" punishing Wanda as never fun but she needed to learn, humans needed to be put in their place.

Wanda closed her eyes sighing "o-okay" she fell into your body and you dragged her upstairs to Nat sitting at the kitchen counter drinking some whiskey "did you try and leave?" She took another sip of her drink and winked at wanda "told you she'd be mad"

"You knew?" You should've known Wanda didn't make the decision by herself, she would never try and leave you willingly, you punished her for nothing! Looking down at Wanda you lifted her chin up softly "did Natalia put you up to this my love?"

She gave a small nod of her head and nestled back into your body whispering sorry over and over again "shh it's okay honey you're not getting punished anymore, she is" you pointed to Nat who scoffed "cut the bullshit Y/n it was just a joke, I didn't think she'd actually be stupid enough to try it"

"You know how easily influenced she is, don't do it again!" You dragged Wanda away to your room and sat her down on the bed kneeling down to her wiping the tears away in a nicer manner than before "Wanda why didn't you tell me Nat put you up to this?"

"I didn't want you to be mad at Natasha, she was talking about other girls you had and how if I left you wouldn't care and if I tried to go it wouldn't matter and I knew you would be mad but she said to try it and pretty much forced me but I still-"

She was crying harder now and you shushed her "shhh hey honey listen, I meant what I said before, you're so important to me even when you get punished but you need to be honest with me and you know not to listen to Nat when she's trying to piss me off because that's what she wants okay? She wants to see you punished harshly" Wanda had stopped crying and the tears were drying as she nodded her head

"Why would she want to make you angry?"

You shrugged "she gets bored sometimes and I've told her already to stay away to you, you should be thankful she isn't keeping you in the bedroom away from me like she did with the others"

Wanda's body shook slightly knowing what happens when Nat brought people back to the house, she rarely saw anyone leave and when she did they didn't look very alive, Nat was also a demon but didn't have as much control as you did when it came to humans.

"Now come on little one, get out of your head and go make some dinner for yourself and send Nat up" Wanda was quickly on her feet kissing you on the cheek and promising to get Nat for you "I will, love you" the 'love you' was whispered but you heard "love you too princess" Wanda smiled wide and skipped out of the room.

You waited for a few minutes until Nat's heavy sounding footprints came up the stairs and opened your door "I was told the demon queen wanted to see me so, top or bottom this time? I like you on top because its easier for me to do nothing"

You rolled your eyes "I don't want to fuck you Nat I need to talk to you"

The Russian snorted and flopped herself down onto the bed smiling up at your angry expression "lay it on me grumpy guts"

"Why do you insist on trying to wreck what I'm trying to build up?"

"That was the most dramatic thing I've ever heard you say, she's just a human" she sat up bringing her hand to your face stroking it softly looking into your eyes "how is a human better than me? I can handle all that you give me Malysh you know I can"

You remained stoic, used to Nat's advances and frankly you were sick of them "We'd end up killing each other Nat and you know that, but don't you ever think about hurting Wanda like that again, I don't like punishing her when she doesn't deserve it, you're just jealous you can't keep a human without killing them the first time they talk back to you"

Nat nodded her head in agreement "sure I kill the women I sleep with but you know what that means?" She waited for your response to which you just sighed not wanting to play her games today "okay I'll tell you, that means I'm a demon"

"Oh fuck off Natalia, don't act so high and mighty, I'm literally the only demon around here with a human, I'm respected, you're just a underground demon that crawled from the depths of hell to piss us upper level demons off" Nat gripped your throat so tight that if your lungs worked you would've passed out, it almost made you laugh

"Why are you such a bitch to me?" She relaxed her head but kept it around your throat in an empty threat "because you wanted to stay in my house and if you want to continue to stay in my house you need to leave Wanda alone"

You pushed her away and laughed when she fell off of the bed "fine whatever, your human isn't even that pretty, she just looks like a good fu-"

"Finish that sentence you redheaded whore and I'll put you in a collar and dog cage" you growled at her shutting her up instantly "okay, I apologise for being my usual self, let's just forget it" she slammed the door as she left quickly and after a few moments you heard a soft knock at the door "come in Wanda" you knew it was your precious little girl missing you in the 10 minutes she was away from you.

The door opened and Wanda walked in with a plate in her hand "now what do you have there honey?" Your sweet voice making Wanda smile “it’s a chicken sandwich, I know you can’t eat much human food but maybe we could share it if your body can take it?”

“That’s very sweet of you baby but how about you eat the sandwich all to yourself while you’re sat on my lap and I’ll take my fill from you”

Wanda face paled when you finished, you hadn’t fed from her for a while and she’d hoped you’d stopped doing it since last time it happened she had to go to the hospital "I-er don't you want the sandwich instead?"

You laughed, she was such a baby sometimes "Wanda honey I promise you won't end up in the hospital again come and sit on mommy's lap and eat your sandwich while I enjoy myself" you were looking at her sternly and Wanda moved quickly across the room to you wondering how you wanted her to sit

She didn't have to wonder for long when you lay back against your bed headboard and patted your thigh for her to straddle "don't forget your sandwich"

Wanda did what you asked and took a nervous bite of her sandwich trying not to focus on your hands running up and down her back, your breath being felt on her neck ghosting over your favourite spot on her neck "relax princess, your blood will taste sour if you tense up anymore I'll just take a little bit, you don't want me to starve do you?"

She shook her head "no no I don't want you to starve I'm sorry"

"That's my good girl now eat your sandwich and I'll make this as painless as possible" Wanda didn't have time to respond before you sunk your teeth deep into her neck, her small scream muffled by another bite of her sandwich, your hands were trying their best to sooth her body and you sucked slowly allowing blood to build up on its own instead of you pulling the blood harshly from her.

"Feelin dizzy..." Wanda had finished her sandwich and was barley hanging onto you and her vision was starting to blur definitely indicating that you were taking too much blood "m-mommy please"

You reluctantly let go of her neck kissing over the marks and soothing the burn you knew was there "shh my love I've finished now okay?"

You moved your body to a laying down position with Wanda still lay atop you "are you okay to hold yourself up?" Wanda shook her head regaining some strength to cling to you as tight as she could "you can't go, need you to stay"

You wouldn't normally let Wanda demand things from you but you felt a little guilty for punishing her when it wasn't her fault "okay malen'kiy I'll stay for a little while, but then I need to go out"

She lifted her head up to look at you questionably "going where?"

"Jealous?" you raised an eyebrow at her, she knew you only had eyes for her, no need to question your loyalties

"No I just want to spend time with you" she meekly said kissing your shoulder "I have to go to some meetings-"

"I can come with you!" Wanda sat up still straddling you, clearly regaining all of her strength back "I love coming with you to meetings"

You thought about it, she was normally very good but you still weren't sure "hmm will you behave?"

She nodded happily "yes! I'll be sooooo good I'll stay under the table and wont make any noise and take the compliments from the other demons if you want me too"

"You'll have to wear your collar-" Wanda was up and to the other side of the room before you could even finish and opened up a drawer pulling out her red sparkly collar and putting it on turning back to you "let's go then"

"Okay princess, but you better be good, Maria's been dying to help me punish you and I don't what to give her the satisfaction" you also got up from the bed and moved to your closet disappearing into it

"She's a little scary"

"Yes she is honey so you need to stay under the table and quiet" you walked back out of the closet and Wanda gasped "close your mouth princess"

Wanda didn't notice her mouth was open but how could she not open it? You looked stunning "sorry you just look really good"

You were wearing simple suit pants and a black blazer but nothing underneath it, no white shirt or bra, one wrong move and it would all be over.

"Why thank you my love, but you still have to behave tonight, now come on" you pulled the woman into a side hug kissing her forehead.

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"Y/n why did you bring your human? She doesn't need to be here" one of your business partners piped up from the end of the table "because I want her here Stephan, and if you can't control your emotions than get the hell out of the room"

Another man, Tony, came to Stephan's defence "we're just saying Y/n we'll be talking about some sensitive stuff that a human shouldn't be present for"

You let out a heavy sigh and a little smile "my human can't handle this "sensitive" stuff you both want to talk about, she won't be a distraction, will you my love?" You pulled Wanda up from the floor for a brief moment "I wont be a distraction sir I promise" you gave her a reassuring kiss and she smiled "well done my love now do you need anything?"

"Maybe a blanket or something to sit on...the floor is a little hard"

You thought about it and smirked wen you came up with an idea, just to personally piss off the others.

"Sit on my lap" you rolled your chair back for her but she remained where she was "I don't think I should"

"Well I think you should and you do as I say so, sit on my lap and remain still for the rest of the meeting" she nodded and quickly moved to your lap getting herself comfortable and laying her head in your neck.

"Have you forgotten you're in a meeting??" Bruce was pissed off and so were the other demons, they thought you'd become soft when you introduced Wanda to them, but you didn't care you were respected enough to know no one would challenge you or you decisions.

"Get over yourself Bruce, she's not hurting anyone, carry on talking about boring information while I soothe my pretty girl"

Everyone in the room groaned but carried on with the meeting regardless, every now and then you'd kiss Wanda's forehead until some soft snores were heard from her "are we done here?" You spoke up and Tony stopped talking glaring at you "do you need to go home Y/n?"

"Why yes mr Stark I do need to go home, my little girl here is sleepy and I'd prefer it if she slept in her bed comfortably" you said in a condescending voice and stood up with a sleepy Wanda clinging to you "I'll see you gentlemen later" you disappeared quickly without another word.

"She's a fucking nightmare sometimes" Tony sighed, another meeting ruined for the group not that you cared.

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You reappeared in your house Wanda now fully asleep in your hold, it was much better than her throwing up like she usually did, looking down at her made you smile you did love her, even when she needed to be punished you didn't revel in it, luckily she was a quick learner and didn't make many mistakes after a punishment, hopefully she wouldn't listen to Nat anytime soon so she didn't get punished anymore.

"Theres my favourite human lover!" The redheaded demon interrupted your thoughts and Wanda started to stir from the loud noise "will you shut the fuck up for once in your miserable death" you whispered pushing past Nat to your room "she sleeps a lot doesn't she, I didn't think you could wear anyone out like that"

"I'm full of surprises" you said dryly closing your bedroom door snd keeping the redhead out "okay I get it you need your special alone time, I'm a little hungry so I'm going out, I'll bring you something back"

Her footprints got quieter and you lay Wanda down on your bed kissing her softly "such a perfect girl, my perfect little human"

Wanda shifted slightly whispering to you "love you"

You smiled wide "love you too princess"

#marvel #mcu #MCU #marvel fic #marvel au #wanda maximoff #wanda marvel #wanda maximov #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #demon!Y/n #thank queue very much

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cw; tmr, gay-ness (clint and jeff), female oc, the maze runner, long shit, disgustingly detailed, probably boring, no lovey-lovey yet, NOT PROOFREAD, a mix of book-canon/movie-canon/claire-canon elements, cursing, kinda slow-paced

sum; The Maze could be cold and unforgiving, but she can't help but heed a calling that speaks to her from within. It draws her in with a whisper of hope and determination, urging her to confront the darkness and uncover the secrets buried in its depths.

a/n; this is shittier than my first draft, i fear. but ive really been procrastinating writing this after i lost the first one. what to do. this one did end up being around 1.6K words longer than the first so, ur welcs. if theres anything u guys want me to clear up from my interpretation, i can post an faq after theres enough questions. sorry for the slow slow slow pace but u can expect even slower updates—i am so sorry—since school is starting. watch me priotitise whatever this is and not write anything else for months :)))

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Steady, metallic clangs echoed down the long concrete tunnel, almost like the drumbeat of a death march.

The girl lay with her knees against her chest, eyes shut tight, willing herself to ‘wake up’ because she had to be in some horrible dream. She woke up roughly fifteen minutes ago, gasping for air as she coughed out cool water from her lungs with pressing urgency. The water, a remnant of some nightmarish ordeal she had no memory of.

For a while, her blood ran cold. Her heart pounding in her chest, her breaths quick and shallow, as if she'd ran a mile. Her bones felt hollow and brittle as she stretched herself out on the floor.

Darkness swallowed her whole. Whether her eyes were open or closed made no difference and all she could see was black. She could feel the void against her skin, seeping into her and making a home deep in her stomach.

It was silent except for the roll of wheels beneath her and the scrape of metal above. The air was thick. The smell of rusted iron stung her nose, making it scrunch it up. Then confusion set in. She realised she couldn't feel the crinkle of her nose or the furrow of her eyebrows. In fact, she couldn't even feel the tight grip of her hands against her arms.

"Nick..?" Her voice trailed off as she called out into the dark. The name echoed off the tunnel walls, growing softer and more distant as it travelled further away, until it faded into silence. The word slipped past her lips with a tender familiarity, even though she couldn't recall ever knowing anyone named Nick. “Help…” She waited for a response. None came.

For a moment, she felt cold and numb, a chilling sensation that seemed to seep into her very bones. She instinctively brought her hands up to rub warmth onto her arms, but as her fingers brushed against her skin, she realised she couldn't feel the contact either. The familiar texture of her own touch was absent, making her blood run cold.

It was as if a thin barrier existed between her fingers and her skin, preventing any sensation from passing through. The strange numbness made her feel more alone in the darkness, making her question if she was really even there at all.

Then her mind went blank, a whirlpool of confusion and disorientation sweeping away any rational thoughts that could have cleared her head. She sat with a vacant look in her eyes, trying to make sense of her surroundings as she called out every now and then.

The cold, dark silence pressed in. She was scared. Isolated. Lost.

The darkness felt alive, closing in around her, suffocating and cold. Her breath quickened, echoing unnaturally in the void. Every time she tried to call out, her voice would yell back at her before getting swallowed by the emptiness.

“Hello?” she whispered, her voice trembling. The response was again nothing but the eerie quiet, pressing down like a weight on her chest. Her heart beat louder, each jump a desperate drum against the invasive silence.

“Please…” she murmured, her voice breaking. The plea felt hollow and helpless. The shadows creeped in on her in ways that made her skin crawl, their shapes twisting, morphing, moving. She rubbed her arms, trying to stave off the creeping chill, but it was once again useless. The cold seeped into her bones, gnawing away at her sanity.

“Nick…?” she called out one last time, her breaths shaking. There was no answer, no reassuring voice or warm presence to comfort her. She was utterly alone. Panic began to bubble up, her mind flooding with fraughtful, disturbing thoughts. Where was she? Why couldn’t she remember anything? What the fuck was going on? The questions swirled around her head, a chaotic storm that she couldn't escape.

In a desperate attempt to feel something—anything—she raised her trembling hand to her mouth and bit down hard on her thumb.

She awaited a sharp sting. She felt nothing.

“What the fuck…” Panic surged through her as she heard the unsettling crunch of bone, flesh, and nail between her teeth. She bit down even harder, desperate to break through the numbness, but it was in vain.

Overwhelmed, she stumbled backward into a wooden mass, whimpering as she cradled her hand with her tears streaming down her face.

Slowly, she noticed a warm, sticky feeling spreading down her hand. “Oh, shit.” She hissed.

First, she felt her blood running down her hand. Then a sharp pain shot through her arm, eliciting from her a strained, painful moan.

She could imagine the blood trickling from her thumb, flowing down her arm, and staining her skin before pooling in her palm. The image was both horrifying and surreal—she knew she should've been frightened or appalled, but all she felt was a strange emptiness. Her fear grew deeper.

She curled into herself, cradling her injured thumb as she cried out a series of curses.

The pain in her thumb never subsided, though her senses slowly returned, starting from her hands and spreading to the tips of her ears in curious waves.

Her lungs itched from within, a sensation no amount of coughing could relieve. Then an ache began to throb at the back of her head. She could feel the sting of meshed metal digging into her sides and biting into her skin.

It reminded her of the sting she'd feel sitting in a grocery cart, wheels rolling beneath her as her mother pushed her down long, endless aisles. The memory was a comforting thought, the gentle roll of the wheels beneath her were now similar and reassuring. But that comfort quickly faded as she tried to recall details about her mother, and her family, and what she looked like. She shivered when her mind could only flood with blank faces, devoid of features.

Overall, she felt disturbingly incomplete. A sensation eerily similar to the one you’d feel after getting robbed.

The last thing to fill her senses was the soft cluck of chickens from a nearby corner. Fear churned in her empty stomach, feuling her doubts and resentment. She had no recollection of anything before the rust, the darkness, and the persistent pain in her arm, leaving her with a deep sense of disconnection and cruel emptiness.

The girl woke up feeling damp, her hair sticking to her skin with water lodged in her throat. She was in a cage, moving slowly down a long corridor. The sound of harsh metal grated in her ears, echoing like a tram inching along tracks in the midst of a bustling city.

As the cage came to a sudden stop, a dim light filtered into her space. Faint glimmers danced over her surroundings. She was lured into a cold vent that led to even colder heights. She forced herself to look down, counting the inches to measure her rise. The floor faded into the darkness, eventually disappearing from sight. In a moment of desperation, she spat out and listened, waiting for the sound of the splat.

1…

2…

3…

The fall was far.

She sat paralyzed in the middle of the cage. Her hands kept to herself, hugging herself in the dark, afraid that if she let her arms stray too far, she'd end up losing them. The tip of her nose was cold and the clothes against her skin were heavy. Nothing but the clucking of chickens and the pain in her hand to keep her company.

In the dim light, she scanned her surroundings and spotted dozens of boxes and barrels encircling her. Each one was labelled with the letters W, I, C, K, E, and D.

Above her, bright red lights flickered ominously, casting a taunting glow. Below her, she was too scared to look.

For what felt like hours, she sat in the rising cage, alone with her thoughts.

“Please let this be a dream…” As she racked her mind for any kind of explanation, she made a list though she could only recall what had already happened just moments ago. She was cold, she was alone, she was scared. But who was she?

A sudden jolt of the cage made her gasp, and she tightened her grip on herself, sending a sharp pang up her arm. The girl winced.

The sound of metal ticking and rattling sent a chill through her spine. Though she knew she was alone, she couldn't shake the creeping feeling that something was watching her from behind. Finding a way out of the cage quickly became more important than curling up pathetically on the floor.

She mustered up all her strength to stand. Her knees wobbled, and a rush of blood blurred and blackened her vision before she could see again. She stumbled around in the limited space, moving unsteadily toward a corner of crates. She picked one up, careful to avoid her injured thumb, though her blood stained the wood as she touched it. She shook it gently, listening for the contents. The only sound was the rattle of small beads shifting around inside—nothing that could help her.

Regardless, she pried at the lid, her thin nails clawed desperately at the wood in a weak attempt to throw it open.

“Shit,” she breathed, the sound of fast whirring gears and the loud sway of the cage daring her to continue, echoing off the walls and breathing cold whispers behind her ears. Bright lights washed over her in nearly blinding rings as they passed. The force of the cage's ascent felt heavy on the soles of her feet. The girl's eyes began to water. She let out defeated huffs.

When she finally managed to pry the lid open, she found an assortment of seed packets, gardening gloves, and a sharp, iron hand trowel wedged between mismatched rags.

Then the cage halted to a stop. Now those cold, red lights stared directly above her in front of large, metal walls. The whirling of gears was replaced with the whirling of sirens, and the crates and barrels—along with the girl—jumped at the jolt of the cage, willing her to lose balance and fall flat on her back. Quickly, backed away from the wooden boxes, leaving a trail of red in her wake.

A whine escaped her tightly pressed lips. Her eyes welled up, and she trembled.

“Oh, fuck fuck fuck…” The tightness in her chest made her feel as if the air had thickened, and the sting behind her eyes made her feel like she was on the verge of exploding.

Panicked and distraught, she glanced over at the cloth draped over the chickens' cage. Her eyes darted between the fabric and a cluster of steel barrels. As a last-ditch resort, the girl yanked the cloth free and carried it over to the barrels. A few chickens followed, clambering out to join her. Their cage was open, but of course, hers remained locked shut.

Frantically, she shoved a few barrels around and huddled behind them in a corner. “C’mon, c'mon…” She draped the large cloth over herself and the containers, creating a makeshift hideaway to shield herself from the doors above her.

The menacing glare of the red lights suddenly flashed green, seeping through the thin walls of her makeshift hideaway. It seemed to follow her wherever she went. Her joints ached as the stress of the hour, her muscles tense, and her heart calling out desperately for her mother.

Her mind ran rampant with a variety of worst-case scenarios, imagining every horrible thing that could have been waiting for her behind the large metal doors. She grew anxious at the though of what terrible things might happen if she were to be found out. The girl hugged the hand trowel close to her chest and kept her eyes shut. She felt a cold sweat on her skin. Her mouth ran dry.

The doors above her began to creak open.

Through the cracks between the barrels, she watched warm rays of raw daylight flood into the cage before being blocked by a crowd of antsy shadows. Soft murmurs drifted down, mingling with the scattered clucks of the chickens.

She listened as a few voices started shouting, their tones laced with confusion. They were expecting her.

Crouching with her head between her knees, she repeatedly begged in her mind for the crowd to leave. She prayed for the doors to close and for the elevator to take her back down to solid ground.

“Day one, Greenie!" A boy yelled excitedly to nobody in particular, "Rise and shine!"

The cage shook as two boys jumped in with her. She swallowed hard, her eyes widening in fear. Her heart froze when she realised they would start looking for her. If she could sink into her skin, she would have, but there was nowhere to hide now.

"You've far too much energy considering we've been at this for a while," Another poked, smiling up at the other.

"And we've gotta do this quick if we wanna have a bonfire, right?" The first boy said in a near whine. "Come on out, Greenie. Let's get you out of here."

The two chatted with each other as they looked around the cage, yelling occasionally at the others above them. One of the boys—the second to jump in—spoke with an accent. There was a twist in his words that the girl couldn't quite place. He was also quite tall.

The boy with the accent ran his hands through his tousled blond hair as he spotted a bloodied box with its lid off. He wore long, baggy pants that hung low on his hips, paired with dusty white shoes that seemed to have seen better days.

He called the first boy over. He looked familiar to the girl, but not familiar enough to feel comfortable around him. This boy’s shoes were stained deeply with grass and soil. His dark hair was cut short and dishevelled, fanning over his vivid green eyes. They held a look of mischief and curiosity.

Her gut churned and her heart beat out of her chest. Every sound around her seemed louder than usual. Each creak under heavy steps or rustle of dirty feathers sending a jolt of pain and panic through her. Her breath came in shallow, rapid gasps though she tried to stay as quiet as possible. She was terrified that any noise would end up giving her away.

"D'ya see anythin', Nickkk?" a boy called out, his tone loud and bored. The sound of the name made the girl's face scrunch up in confusion, her lips pursed, feeling uneasy. Nick was the name she had called out earlier in the darkness, a name that had felt familiar for reasons she still couldn't grasp. It unsettled her.

"Nope." Nick bent down to pick up a hen, tucking it under his arm before handing it off to another boy that he called Gally.

Then suddenly, the blond cursed under his breath. As he reached down for another box or a hen, his eyes caught sight of a staggerd trail of red leading to a corner stacked with barrels. Her heart sank as her wide-eyed gaze met his warm brown eyes. She quickly pressed her hands against her mouth as her eyes widened, stifling a wince as a sharp pain shot up her arm. The blond looked up at Nick before turning his attention back to the barrels.

Her fear had set in as she sat in deep silence, pleading with the boy to turn around and leave her alone. The blond's eyes narrowed as he scanned the area, suspicious but unsure. He hesitated, sensing something amiss. Deciding not to let it go, he unknowingly held her gaze.

“Hey, Greenie? Are y'alright there?” The blond boy spoke soft and slow, inching closer to her hideaway. He called out, whispering. “Nick, look at this…” He pointed down at the trail he'd noticed and the girl held her breath.

Nick, who had been watching the scene with growing curiosity, uncrossed his arms and approached.

If she hadn't known better, she would've chosen to lash out. She would've grabbed her sorry excuse of a weapon and fought the boys before her. It felt like a heavy weight was pressing down on her shoulders, making it hard to breathe. Tears welled up behind her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. The stress was suffocating, and being unable to relieve it left her feeling utterly helpless.

"Are– are you hurt?" The blond's voice was soft as he spoke. Worry was evident in his eyes when the Greenie didn't respond. "I'm Newt, you're safe here," he assured. The girl refused to believe him.

"Hey, it's alright, we aren't gonna hurt ya," Nick said. His hands rose in mock surrender. Newt caught this and rolled his eyes, slipping out a sly remark, calling him stupid. Nick ignored him. He spoke loud and slow, enunciating every vowel sound as if the girl was a wild animal. "My name is Niiiickkkk. A-aand this, is Newwtttt. Whaaat is yooouuurrr naaame?”

Newt hit him upside the head.

They couldn't see much behind the barrels, but they spoke to her as if they could. It made it hard for the girl to swallow. She gripped the trowel tightened. What made it worse were the taunting comments from the other boys outside.

"Is he scared or something?"

"Maybe he needs some encouragement?"

"Dude, that's like, blood."

"No shit, shank."

“Talk about chicken, hahahaha… okay, fuck you guys too."

Newt froze for a moment. He looked down at his feet, behind the rusted mesh wires, then he looked at Nick, nudging his head towards the boys above. Nick rolled his eyes and stood up. He told the boys to get back to work, dismissing anyone who whined or protested against him.

The girl watched them and wondered why they assumed that she was a ‘he’. She didn't feel like a ‘he’. She looked down at herself then back up at the boys. ‘Definitely not a 'he'…’ she thought.

With the boys gone, Newt asked, "Is that better?"

The girl nodded, thinking he could see her, given the space between barrels. From the other side of the barrels, they could tell that the 'boy' was quite young, with unusually long brown hair and a round face. 'He' looked to be no older than fifteen, a year younger than both Newt and Nick.

Newt offered her a soft smile, though she could see the hesitation in his eyes. His gaze briefly flickered towards the blood on the floor and then back to her, causing his smile to waver.

Each time they asked, the girl refused to come out. So, for what felt like an hour, Nick sat in front of her with his legs crossed like a kindergartener, grinning widely as he talked about a place called 'The Glade.' He explained their developing system of government, proudly naming it the Glade's 'Nickstem.'

Meanwhile, Newt rolled his eyes and continued unloading the lift, clearly unimpressed by Nick's self-proclaimed leadership. "No one calls it actually that," He whispered.

As Nick chatted, his grin never leaving, most of the boys gradually lost interest and wandered away, letting more light into ‘The Box,’ as they called it. By the time Nick started talking about the Med-hut, only three boys were left besides Nick and Newt. She learned their names were Alby, Fry, and Gally.

“Y'know, I can tell you more about the whole place once we're all outta here, Greenie,” Nick said, running a hand through his hair. “We've got a lot of shit to do. Do you have any questions?”

"Why am I here?" She spoke, voice low and raw, breaking when she tried to sound threatening. “A-and don't try anything funny; I've got a shovel.”

She, along with the others, was startled by the sound of her voice. Earlier, she had no intention of confirming her presence, but there was something about the boy in front of her that made her feel it was alright to speak up. Something about his eyes, or the way he rambled, suggested it was safe to let her guard down a little.

"Who are you?" She asked, speaking louder this time. She didn't want to come out yet. To her, leaving the Box meant leaving her safety. "Am I dead?"

"No, of course not," Nick said boredly. "Not unless this is hell.."

"What—?"

"Forget him." Newt quickly dismissed, hitting Nick in the shoulder and shooting him a glare. He stood up to lean against one of the walls. "Listen, we can wait all day, Mate. But you won't be getting much of your answers here." He spoke softly, though there was a sharp edge in his tone that told the girl that he'd rather be somewhere else.

The girl took her time studying at the boys, then the cage, and then her thumb, before slowly letting the cloth fall to the floor. She peeked over the barrels, eyeing Nick and Newt, as well as the three others watching from above. They all stared at her with expressions ranging from horror to confusion. They all exchanged fearful glances, but chose to say nothing. The girl's grip tightened around the garden trowel in her hand, the splintered wood pressing into her skin, offering her a small sense of control.

"A-alright," Nick stuttered. He sat up straighter and cleared his throat, his shoulders tense. "Sorry—you're—are you a fucking girl!?"

"Why? Should... I not be?"

"No, you really shouldn't," Newt whispered, words defensive. He was quick to answer. He seemed just about as panicked as Nick sounded. His mouth hung slightly agape and suddenly, he couldn't figure out where to put his hands. His eyes darted around the most, refusing to look at the girl.

"Why?" The girl stood up, her eyes narrowed as she stared them down. The boys finally got a proper look at her, their eyes a bit invasive as they looked her up and down, then up again. She tensed, feeling exposed under their gaze. The sun stung the top of her head, and the boys in front of her just stared, almost like they'd never seen a girl before.

Once she finally stepped out of the Box, she was met with the sight of around twenty boys milling about. Some stopped to stare, their eyes curious and confused, while others barely spared her a glance, mumbling words of disbelief. There was not a girl in sight.

The sun seemed to sit soundly in the middle of the sky, hovering over the tops of tall cement walls. The borders towering over everything around them, lush leaves of ivy climbing all the way to the top where they met the sun. As she looked around she could spot a forest with a lineup of four and a half huts, then a large mess of wooden planks that hovered over a variety of differently coloured hammocks.

"What the hell is this place..."

"This is the Glade, Girl Bean." Nick stood with his hands on his hips like a proud father. "Let's try this again—My name's Nick, and that there is Newt.”

“Do you remember your name? Maybe anything about how you got here?”

The girl looked around before her mind ran blank. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't remember any specific details about herself. Fear slowly welled up inside her once again, mingling with a deep-seated sadness that made her knees wobble. She felt helpless.

“No… no, no, no— why can't…” She looked up at the brunette then down at her thumb and her bloodied clothes. She spoke between rushed pants, tearing up as she looked at the boy with wise eyes, her voice getting higher. “Why can't I remember anything?”

"Hey, hey, hey. It's all good, alright?" The boy looked at her with his lips pressed together, clearly not knowing what to do. "You'll get it back in a day or two. Most of us did."

"We've all been through this, love," Newt said from below, hoisting up all the barrels and boxes with a few of the other boys. "We know exactly how you feel."

For the next hour or so, the girl spent her time in the Med-hut with Nick and another boy from the Box that he called Alby. As they talked, a tall, pudgy boy named Clint carefully wrapped her injured thumb in clean bandages. Nick explained the workings of the Glade again with his usual enthusiasm.

"Every morning, at the ass crack of dawn, the doors you see on each side of the Glade opens up," Nick said, pointing towards the towering grey walls. "Runners—like Alby and I—head into the Maze and try to find a way out. Then, at sunset, they close back up, and whatever's in there, stays in there. That includes Gladers.”

The girl's curiosity was piqued. Her eyes lingered on the tops of the large walls, curiosity and amusement written all over her face. "How do I become a Runner?" she asked, her gaze fixed on the cold, imposing concrete.

Clint, who was still bandaging her thumb, glanced up nervously. "Trust me when I say this, dude– uh, girl—you don't wanna go in there. Like, ever." He had a tendency to stutter as he spoke.

The girl's eyes narrowed. "What? I can so handle it!" she exclaimed, an edge in her voice.

Nick placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, rolling his eyes in mock exasperation. "We aren't saying you can't, Girl Bean," he teased. "But, just so you know; Clint ran once, than soiled his jorts claimin' he saw some big-ass monster thing."

Clint flushed, muttering under his breath, "Don't gotta tell 'er my life story, Nick..."

Jeff, another boy in the Med-hut, chuckled at Clint's embarrassment. He sat closer to the door, rearranging an assortment of different coloured liquids. Alby, however, took on a more encouraging tone. "If you really wanna give it a go, you're free to join us next week," he said, offering the girl a kind smile. She returned it, feeling a surge of determination with a thrill of fear at the thought of entering the Maze.

“But!" Nick shouted, shooting a glare at Alby. "There's a reason why we've only got five Runners–"

"Yeah, but that's only 'cause of Clint's ghost stories," Jeff teased, a smirk tugging at his lips as he playfully ruffled Clint's already messy hair. Clint flushed. “You don't gotta worry about ‘em grievers much. They're only ever out at night.”

"Grievers?"

"Yeah, big-ass spider-lookin' slimy shits," Clint shuddered, biting his lip as he recalled the memory. His eyes flickered with unease, and he nervously scratched the back of his neck. "I saw them the very first time I ran. Took it as a sign that I wasn't meant for the Maze..."

"But again, they really only come out at night," Alby reassured her with a smile. Nick shook his head in disapproval, clearly not amused by Alby's attempt to downplay the danger. "No reason not to try it out."

"But I swear, I saw something, dude—ugh, girl!" he stammered, groaning as he hid his face in his hands, a blush crept up to the tips of his ears.

As they left the Med-hut, Nick, Alby, and the girl stepped into the open expanse of the Glade. The late afternoon sun cast a warm, golden hue over everything. Gladers were busy setting up for the evening's festivities; a large pile of wood was being stacked in the centre of the open area, and several boys were already tending to a barbecue.

Nick glanced back at the girl and grinned. "You're gonna love tonight," he said, a skip in his step.

"Yeah, it's Greenie Night," Alby added, walking alongside them. He looked at the girl and chuckled. "It's basically your welcome party."

The girl raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Greenie Night? What's that?"

Nick smirked, swinging an arm over her shoulders and leading her over to a group of boys. "Every time a Greenie—like you—shows up, we throw a fun little shindig. We light a bonfire, fight, eat, and try to make you greenies feel at home... well, as much as you can in a place like this."

Alby nodded, watching as a group of boys carefully arranged a circle of stones around a pit of sand. "It's our way of makin’ sure everyone knows they're part of the Glade.

"It can get pretty lonely down here. A Greenie Night every month helps break the ice, gets everyone talking. And it helps the others realise that all we really have in here is each other.”

The girl smiled, feeling a bit of the tension she hadn't realised she'd been carrying begin to ease. "Sounds nice. So, you guys had one of these for each of you?"

Nick laughed. “Alby and I didn't get one–actually, we didn't start ‘em ‘til George,” he said, waving at a rather stocky boy with dirty blond hair and a great amount of freckles. “He was a mess when he got here. The others just thought it'd be nice, y'know?” A grin tugged on the brunet's lips. Alby gave him a knowing look.

Alby continued, “I was a total wreck my first night, thought for sure I was gonna hate it here. Betcha if I had a bonfire, I would've gotten my act together quicker.”

“Imagine bein' the first guy thrown in here—lonely little Gladers, cowering under the tree tops, tryin’ to ignore the fearful shrieks of the Maze…!” Nick slung his arm around Alby, nudging him playfully and yelling dramatically.

“Yeah, yeah. Think she gets it,” Alby grinned, looking at the girl. "It's one of the few times we can just chill, without worrying about the world or anything else. We can just be… well—kids."

"Alby and I are part of the older batch of kids in the Glade. Sixteen," Nick explained. "But there are kids younger who've been here longer than us. I heard about a boy from before I came. Ran straight into the Maze and never came out."

"Are you two like, in charge?" The girl asked.

"Nah, we don't really have all that in the Nickstem," Nick smirked, leading the group towards one of the Doors. "It's more of a... mutual respect for each other. We work as a community, everything we do is for the good of the other Gladers."

“We've only got two rules in the Glade,” Alby began. “One, never, under any circumstances, are you allowed to hurt another Glader. And two, play your part, do your job, and do it well.”

“So… communism?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

As they continued walking, they passed by a group of boys setting up a long table with food and drinks. The air was filled with the smell of roasting meat and fresh bread. The girl noticed the boys were laughing and joking around, a stark contrast to the murmurs she'd heard from the Box.

Nick gestured towards the bonfire, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Tonight, we eat, we drink, and maybe if you're lucky, you'll get your name back," he said, flashing a playful wink. The long grass was beginning to dance under their feet, the wind picking up across the Glade and creating a cool, comforting breeze as the sun began to sink.

Alby chuckled, clapping Nick on the back. "Don't get worked up if you don't, though," he added, smiling reassuringly at the girl. He glanced around at the bustling activity, where boys were setting up makeshift seating areas with logs and crates. Others were busy bringing out different sized pans and buckets. "Sometimes it takes a while for you to remember. It’s all about what ends up feeling right, like—nobody calls me Albert.”

The Glade danced under the warm light of the sun. The three watched as boy's started running out of the Maze in pairs before the Doors slowly began to shut. She let her fingers trace the rough grooves of the concrete, running her hand down the leaves of the lush green vines.

The stone rumbled beneath her touch as the girl imagined the labyrinth shifting, passages reconfiguring and creatures moving through the many twisted corridors that she could only imagine. Each subtle vibration felt like a pulse under her touch, a reminder that the Maze was alive, always changing, always challenging.

She had to crane her neck up to catch a glimpse of the towering walls, their sheer height dwarfing her and the others. As she stared up, a desire to run through the network of winding paths carving itself deep into her soul. Her heart pounded at the thought, begging to run in.

Her newfound yearning to explore every nook and cranny of the Maze grew stronger the longer she stared at its walls. The ivy that crawled over and above the walls fascinated her, each tendril seeming to mock the barriers that left the Gladers feeling trapped.

It reached out, unaware and unaffected by the dangers on the other side. She decided right then that that was what she wanted for her life in the Glade—to survive on both sides of the walls, just like the ivy.

"Ivy..." The word felt familiar as it slipped past her lips in a careful whisper, much like Nick's name. But she quickly dismissed the thought, focusing instead on the thrill of what lay beyond the walls. She imagined herself running through the Maze, outsmarting its lies and discovering its hidden truths. The idea of what freedom it could hold calling to her with an unmatched intensity.

A gust of wind blew through her hair, the Glades whispers running through her as she gripped a stubborn vine. She could hear the Maze calling to her.

With a gasp, she spun around to look at Nick. His eyes had narrowed as he listened to her whisper to herself, catching onto a rather familiar word. He watched her expression change; her eyes widening, a smile slowly creeping onto her face as she spoke a little louder.

"Lori…"

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lori, as in, florence nightingale.

thanks,

claire.

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eldritch-something-or-other · 2 years

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Hello! Remember how I said I'd make more TF2 AUs than the Monster AU? well here's my

TF2 Kids AU

General Info: The whole thing takes place in one neighborhood where everyone lives. Most of the kids that aren't American (or come from a specific place in America) typically moved from there to the neighborhood. I wanted scout and spy to still be related in some way so they're half brothers. how scout doesn't know of this and spy does is because spy only lives with his dad (likely his mother died tragically) and his dad and scouts ma had a thing for a bit, long enough to have scout, then they divorced and while scouts ma has moved on spy's dad just hasn't shut up about it to spy since. its like the comics in that Miss Pauling is collecting each of the mercs but in this case its for the first time

Miss Pauling: so first of all Miss Pauling is the main character for the most part (like in the actual comics) the reason she goes by Miss Pauling is that there were multiple other girls with her name, so her teachers just called her Miss Pauling and it stuck she's Helen's kid. (I was thinking of making admin a kid too, but she works better as a sort of 50 year old mom with a powerful job) the whole mission of Pauling collecting the kids is framed as some grand shady mission given by Helen but in reality it was just her weird convoluted plot to get miss p more friends At the beginning really her only friend is scout

Scout: he's, of course, the youngest of seven other brothers. they dont hate him but they aren't exactly his friend he's friends with Miss Pauling cause he saw her one day (either he or she just moved into town) and he thought she was soo pretty and just started talking to her, only to realize he also liked her as a friend when they first met he just couldn't pronounce her name. 'Pauline? Pooling? Puh-lin?' and eventually she just sighed really heavy and just went 'just call me miss p' and he was just like 'ok!' honestly just shit at pronouncing ANYONES name he doesn't really have any friends other than Miss Pauling He's the type of kid to go up to any adult he considers cool and go 'hey look how fast I can run' and then dash away from them as quickly as possible

Spy: spy is living with his dad who honestly kinda sucks but in like a funny way. like he'd suck to actually be around but funny to read about spy's first name is Francis and he absolutely HATES it because of Francis The Talking France and, because he's French, thats literally the first thing almost anyone says when they hear his name, so he'd very much rather people call him spy. he got the nickname spy cause he's like a creepy kid that watches people in the bushes and other places. he also pickpockets and lies but he mainly does those to adults. he's also got a knife collection that he will infodump/mansplain to anyone he can find about. he's this kid who you expect to be super mega rich and then you get to his house and its like oh. dude the lights dont even turn on. theres like two things in the fridge. its like the most ramshackled house. how the hell does he look like a butler (the answer: Thievery) His meeting starts with the team wondering like oh god where could he be he could be anywhere and then engie's like 'have. have y'all considered just going to his house and knocking on the door' and they're all like '..................................no' so they go to do that and spy stops them just before they can knock and he has somehow got in front of them and he's like 'ohohoho. you dont have to do that.' partly for him to be all mysterious and intimidating and partly because he doesn't want em to see his cringe house, so after they converse for awhile he joins.

Soldier: He was like. raised by five military men/veterans which is why he's Like That at the age of like 10 (he also got that nickname for Obvious Reasons) he probably visits Merasmus (who is still totally a wizard in this) a lot and Merasmus has less of a 'shittiest roommate ever' opinion of him and more of a 'older/adult sibling annoyed by loud child who refuses to leave' opinion of him i feel like the team meets him at Merasmus's place (where demo is also there, cleaning his castle) and miss p is like 'heyyy soldier. i need you for. um. a mission.' and he's like 'A MISSION? I WILL JOIN YOU!' and she asks demo whos like 'hold on hold on ive got to finish cleaning this wizards castle' and the teams like 'well maybe we could help' and Merasmus is like hm ok that would be nice and soldiers like 'I WILL HELP :]' and merasmus is like 'nO YOU WILL NOT HELP' and sollys like 'I WILL NOT HELP :]' cause hes like 11 so the team (minus soldier, who is standing outside patiently) help demo clean the whole castle and set off to find the next merc

Demoman: so demo is like this like 10-12 year old kid with like. three to four jobs cause his mum said he needed em (one job is cleaning merasmus's castle and generally helping with housework) he got the nickname from him trying to explain that both his mom and dad were demomen and like the next time that kid/group of kids saw him they were like 'hey its that demo guy!' so the nickname is usually reserved for like people who dont know him well or people who dont know how to/refuse to pronounce 'tavish' i already told you how they meet him so heres a bit more about him he skips classes somewhat often and his teacher assume hes just being lazy or delinquent but its actually because he has like. four jobs he lost his eye from merasmus's book but he begged merasmus to let him keep working for them saying that he'd start actually following the rules and that he really needed the job and merasmus was eventually like ok FINE.

Engineer: so Engie is like the whole gifted kid thing, but hes also very kind (and has talked several bullies down successfully) the reason hes called engineer is because he's won several school awards for his little (genuinely functional) contraptions and the majority of them were engineering competitions Miss Pauling meets him in his yard working on god knows what, with his dad (Fred, the team fortress classic engineer) reading a news paper on the porch she basically just asks him if he'll come with her for this mission that her mom set her up on and he's just like "yeah sure hold on let me ask my dad- HEY DAD. CAN I HANGOUT WITH THIS RANDOM GIRL WHO SAID HER MOM NEEDS ME FOR A MISSION?" and his dad just takes one look at her then goes back to his newspaper and yells back 'YEAH SURE SON'

Heavy: heavy is gotten just/a bit before medic cause he's medics closest/only friend and the other kids are afraid of the 'doctor' he got the nickname heavy cause well. kids are cruel sometimes he lives with his mother and three sisters, he's quite a bit more reluctant to join as both a. half the team is annoying and b. he has no goddamn idea who these kids are nor what their intentions are. engie is probably the one to convince him both by using his relationship with medic as leverage and because he's like the only one there that is actually good at talking to people. once he's with them for a bit he's like 'hey this isn't as bad as i thought it'd be' although he does still think soldier and scout are annoying as hell. once they get medic he's like 'hey this might actually be a good fun friend group'

Sniper: He and Miss Pauling were set up in like one of those partner project things cause nobody wanted to be with either of them so they just got stuck together sniper came up with that name himself. he was like "call me... sniper" and then everyone's like 'whatever you say mick' their interaction goes like. as awkwardly as possible. neither of them have any social skills she's just like 'hey um. hey sniper? can you not throw rocks at us i wanna talk' and he's silent for a second and soldier butts in like 'IF YOU THROW ROCKS AT ME I WILL BE PREPARED! I HAVE A HELMET.' only to be knocked over by a stone to the noggin and snipers like in his tree house like 'sorry sorry but he totally was asking for it ' and miss p's like 'no no he really was but um. can you come here my mom said she needed me to get you for a mission' and etc etc sniper joined the party

Medic: He's just as medically experimental and morally bankrupt as he is in adulthood but he doesn't really have any human subjects. he's got like several stitched together hybrid animals that are somehow still alive and now his pets. I can't decide if his parents being too afraid to stop him or them being just as morally bankrupt and extremely supportive would be funnier he got the nickname. well from being generally a mad doctor (Misha specifically calls him doktor as apposed to medic) but there was a specific instance where he stole the majority of the schools medical supplies for his experiments all of the kids, minus like. Misha, dell and soldier were fucking terrified of him before meeting him. he's still scary, but now they know he can be just as chatty as scout at times i think it'd be funny if like they met his scared parents and they were like 'you... you want to see him?' and they're like 'um. yeah' so they go like allllll the way (i'm imagining the house is super tall with like a mad scientist area (medics room) at/near the top) to his room and then the door like creeks and he's all shadowed then he swivels around in his chair and he's just all like 'oh hallo!! :] it is SO next to have guests :3 it gets lonely sometimes :/ who are you btw' and they're all like '. this Cannot be the right guy' and then it is

Pyro: They're this kid living in this house that was abandoned after at least half of it burnt down, presumably killing the family living in it. its in this secluded area of town that no one really goes to, so no one can really see that the windows are boarded up from the inside and there's lights inside the building. pyro got the nickname from. well they're a kid living in a burnt building people are gonna assume they burnt the building i have this whole idea of like miss p walking with the rest of the team like 'Helen said that we should be careful with this one' and they get spy to sneak around the house seeing all these strange things like colorful scribbles on almost every wall, straight up weapons lying around, an entire pile of empty jerry cans in the garage, the fridge half full of rotten food with the sink filled to the brim with dirty dishes, scratches and burns on many walls, the entire place generally being in disrepair. i like to think the first time they encounter pyro, only seeing them from behind one of ems just like 'oh huh the place they live in is weird but who'd be afraid of that' cause like they've got like that unicorn onsie on or somethin similar and then they turn around (still not noticing the team) and they've got that full on gasmask that was clearly made for an adult and they're just like "Oh. Okay" they're all like stumped on how to get them to join until someone (probably engie or admin if they call her for help) is like 'all the food was rotten right? maybe get them something to eat? cause like theres no way they're eating well unless they've got like a hidden fridge somewhere' and so they get like a homemade lunch in like. a ballonicorn lunchbox for them and they tear up from the generosity but Shenanigans happen that makes the other mercs chase em eventually it leads the mercs to the attic and the mercs fall for the classic bucket above the door trick but alas! the bucket is full of gasoline and pyro's got a flamethrower! so engie and a couple others like Miss Pauling and Demo have to talk em down and get em to join the friend group and it works out in the end cause im not writing a group of children getting set on fire

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed!

#tf2 #tf2 miss pauling #tf2 scout #tf2 spy #tf2 soldier #tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #tf2 heavy #tf2 sniper #tf2 medic #tf2 pyro #i wonder if you can tell which ones my favorite just based on paragraph length #i would do more proofreading but like. ive had this in my drafts for so long its gotta be posted #kid fortress #tf2 kids au #i WILL be making more aus soon (posting time unsure)#also apologies for the wall of text in like. Every tag #ive thought about these guys far too much #my art

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funnywormz · 3 years

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tell me ab ur jevils ….. :3

WAYUGHGH ty for wanting to know abt my take on him!! i might go a bit crazy and im not gonna draft or proofread this post and it'll be very long so im putting it under a read-more in case ppl don't want my random rambles on their dash lol. plus im kinda shy abt it ngl

(DISCLAIMER: none of this is necessarily what i think is actually canon, in fact for a large portion of it im pretty certain it's not canon at all lol. these are just the personal headcanons ive formed around jevil in my head. don't interpret this as a "theory" post or me saying im correct abt this stuff or think it's canon bc i don't at all lol, this is just my personal self indulgent take on jevil and i don't expect anyone to treat it that seriously hehe)

OK SO. quite a bit of this is inspired or was fueled by convos with @/bigshotautos, so credit to them for letting me infodump on them so often and for having some really epic headcanons and ideas. anyways

my headcanon for jevil is that pre-corruption he was really just. a funny little guy. i've drawn my take on pre-corruption jevil a few times

^ this fella. as you can see he has a few differences to canon jevil, i.e. arrow shaped tail instead of the J shape, white sclera, more rounded and friendly features, no eye makeup/markings, different outfit, eyes wide open 24/7, generally keeps his mouth closed

prior to becoming a jester he was a very lonely small creature. idk if anyone knows where he came from, even himself. initially he was generally ignored and if he was noticed ppl found him unsettling, but after a while he realised he had a talent for trickery and performance, and ppl would enjoy his company and find him entertaining provided he found ways to amuse them. queen in particular took a shine to him and he quickly got a gig as the court jester. during this stage he was very obedient and eager to please. nobody had ever really given him attention before. he's very friendly and perfectly content being treated like a toy or an animal as long as ppl "like" him and pay attention to him.

jevil at this stage is very different to the jevil we know in canon. he keeps his eyes open in a sort of blank wet-eyed stare almost constantly which some ppl find unsettling, and rarely speaks outside of short responses and riddles/wordplay. he's extremely naive and loyal. the royals like him and find him entertaining, but a lot of that is just bc they find his whole existence to be an amusing oddity rather than actually appreciating the effort he puts into his act. and outside of the royals, many of the other servants and townsfolk find him seriously worrying and unsettling, with a lot of them being really suspicious of him.

him and seam become friends bc they often have to work together since seam is the court magician and he's the court jester! seam doesn't quite know what to make of jevil at that point and keeps him at arms length, but they get along well enough with him and enjoy one another's company.

eventually though his loneliness begins to slowly eat away at him though and it's at that point, when he's feeling low and having a hard time maintaining his jester role, that the "mystery contact" shows up. they meet him a few times and ask him if he wants to see the truth and truly understand the people around him, to which he responds with enthusiasm, thinking it'll make him wiser and show him how he can do a better job at pleasing others.

unlike spamton, who i headcanon the mystery contact kinda eased into things with and took a long time to show the shadow crystal to, they show it to jevil after only a few encounters with him. they use it to show him a lot of things, a lot of them horrible things he doesn't understand, and reveal the truth of his world being a game to him. they also show him how alone he truly is, and how he isn't really truly liked by anyone. it's unfortunately the truth, everything that they show him is factually true, but jevil can't really take it. his personality and ego that was already very fragile gets shattered completely. for the first time in his life he understands how little he matters and how little he understands, and how little ppl care abt him.

^ both of these doodles are referencing his exposure to the shadow crystal and the immediate aftermath, although obv the first one takes a lot of artistic liberty lol. in my headcanon it's the exposure to the things he sees in the crystal that makes his eyes turn black.

the minute jevil sees the truth of his world, he wants nothing more than to forget it, to go back to how he was. but he can't, and he can't "look away" from it, can't stop thinking abt it. he does sleep, but his dreams are plagued by it, and he has a hard time telling the difference between his own dreams and reality, between being awake and being asleep.

at this point his behaviour becomes increasingly erratic, and although some ppl do notice, most of them don't care and see it as confirmation of the biases they already had abt him. seam wants to reach out but they don't know how to. jevil doesn't ask for help directly but he tries to signal that he's in trouble but from his perspective nobody picks up on it or seems to care.

eventually this callous attitude from others, combined with the things the mystery contact has shown him, causes jevil to become bitter. he isolates himself from others, and begins to view them as ignorant and puppet-like, because he knows the truth and they don't. he continues being a jester, but his performances have an edge of malice and cruel humour that they didn't have before. he begins to cope with the knowledge that's been forced on him by viewing it as a good thing, something that makes him freer and wiser than others.

throughout this period his meetings with the mystery contact continue, and eventually they guide him into meeting spamton, with the idea that they could work together and that jevil could help keep spamton focused on what he needs to do. initially, jevil dislikes spamton, he reminds him of the kind of ppl he hates, wealthy and clueless. spamton in turn looks down on jevil at first, and sees him as a freak, which fuels jevil's dislike for spamton bc he knows full well spamton doesn't like him lol.

however, as they're forced to interact with each other, their similarities begin to surface, and soon they start to like each other and take solace in one another. during this period of their lives they're both guarded and jaded ppl, so they never fully open up to each other, but they do become friends and develop mutual romantic feelings, although neither is sure what to do abt it.

^ this is jevil's (and spamton's) appearance during this stage in his life. similar to canon, but mildly friendlier looking, with a different outfit too. his eyes become more heavily lidded and he exposes his teeth more often at this stage.

after a while, jevil begins to realise the negative impact the mystery contact is having on spamton (this idea was directly lifted from convos w bigshotautos so once again credit to them hehe) and begins to try to convince spamton to stop talking to them. it's "too late" for him, but he hopes that he might be able to help spamton and stop him from getting exposed to a shadow crystal. however, spamton views this as jevil trying to steal his thunder and get in favour with the mystery contact (at this point spamton is becoming incredibly paranoid and hungry for power himself), and they have a huge falling out over it.

jevil returns to his own dark world, angry and upset. the mystery contact abandons him completely at this point and without its guidance, combined with the loss of spamton as a close friend, jevil really goes off the deep end. he tries to convince seam of all of the things he's been shown, that their world is just a game, that everything is pointless, etc. seam is scared and confused and obviously doesn't really get what he's saying (at least at that point in their life), so jevil gets frustrated and enraged and decides to attempt to "prove" his perspective by attacking the king, one of the people who used him and mistreated him the most. seam fights him, and eventually is able to stop him after reducing his HP and then casting pacify on him as many times as they can, but they're both left permanently physically and mentally scarred by the battle.

^ this lol

jevil falls unconscious and seam locks him up in the dungeon. jevil takes a long time to wake up and when he does he's fully fucking bananas lol. he continues to sink deeper into his worldview, coping with everything and rationalising it through the lens of himself being the only free and enlightened one, and everyone else being kept in the dark abt what their reality is. he's not wrong abt everything being a game etc either, but the way he responds to that is to view his own existence and the lives of others as trivial. he copes by forcing his feelings for other ppl away deep down inside himself. he copes by convincing himself that he's having fun, that he's above emotions, that other ppl are just playthings and it's worthless to care abt them.

he's fully deep in this mentality by the time the crew meets him in ch 1, and that combined with being stuck in a dungeon for many years has made him seriously unbalanced. he gets to play his "game" with the main cast and enjoys himself, and then is perfectly happy with the thought of sleeping in kris's inventory forever and giving in to his own perceived insignificance.

however, reuniting with spamton changes this. spamton is still hopeful and longs for better things despite the stuff he's seen, and that combined with jevil's feelings for spamton begins to slowly break down the elaborate facade jevil has built for himself. he doesn't want to care abt spamton, or crave his companionship, but he does. even though he knows it's fruitless and he feels he'll only get hurt, with spamton's help he's able to open up more. caring for someone and wanting to protect them is something that erodes jevil's worldview pretty quickly, bc his view of things pre ch 2 kinda hinges on all other darkners being worthless and stupid and not having the same enlightenment he does. spamton challenges this bc jevil does care abt him involuntarily, and spamton knows the same things that jevil does but still chooses to care and want a better life for himself.

i think ppl often portray jevil as coping better with his corruption than spamton, and although he does seem more at ease with it on the surface, i personally see that as a facade he's been able to put up. he's had longer to form coping mechanisms than spamton has, and just bc his true emotions are buried deep within him now, it doesn't mean they're not there. not to say that spamton isn't fucked up bc he is lol. but jevil's entire outward personality is basically just a scab formed over a very deep emotional wound. it would be a slow process but he would get better with the help of ppl who genuinely care abt him now

OK SORRY im done. that was so long. im not going back and reading any of this bc ik if i do i'll cringe so hard and never post this lol, so sorry if there are mistakes. ty for giving me the opportunity to talk abt my little guy ideas

#jevil #jevil deltarune #rambles #z rambles

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