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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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OT7: Tongue Tied (Intro)

In which you're not supposed to be the solution for all of the problems- but maybe you're just that; the missing piece.

Tags/Warnings: SFW, Hybrid!BTS x Hybrid!Reader, Wolf!BTS, Dog!Reader, strangers to ???, fluff, some angst, insecurities & very openly emotional reader

Length: long

A/N: the next chapters will, one by one, focus more on each member getting closer to the mc.

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"She will stay in a separate space we've been renovating for her at the company building." The manager says, well aware that the seven boys are very much not on board with the whole plan. "So you'll basically just have to interact with her for the camera and on certain schedules. Listen, I know you don't like the idea but it's the best way of making you guys seem.. less.. dangerous, after all that happened." He carefully phrases.

Jungkook scoffs. Namjoon clenches his jaw at that reaction, ready to scold. Taehyung sighs, tired of the constant fighting.

It was something the company had been fearing for quite some time now. And now, it's come to a point where even the public has noticed the growing tensions within the hybrid band- everyone on edge, easily irritated by each other. Originally, everyone had always thought it would be fine if they 'grew up' alongside each other, especially with Jungkook having been so young when he joined the company and group. But it didn't really matter down the line, it seems like, because by now, the air is constantly thick with frustration.

For the fans all over the world, the group full of hybrids, a somewhat traditional 'packing wolves, has been nothing but perfect and a shining representation of how far hybrids can come nowadays in terms of reaching success and wealth. But behind closed doors, it's headaches, fights, arguments and stress for everyone involved.

From trying to somehow keep track of their heats to re-scheduling things over and over again because the person interviewing or hosting at the event might be an unmated hybrid that could set off any of the guys at just a glance. They're all of a category two, technically independent and mostly human- but sometimes, staff would like to argue against that. Jungkook and Jimin can be harder to control than a horde of toddlers sometimes, while Yoongi and Namjoon are sometimes just plain scary. Taehyung literally does what he wants together with Seokjin, and Hoseok usually keeps to himself. Its all a mess, really.

Especially now that the cracks had begun to show to the public as well.

"Why a category five though?" Jin argues from the side. "You've been complaining about us for years now. And we're the most 'normal' one might say." He air quotes as he speaks.

"If they see you being kind to a category five like her-" the manager explains himself, "-they highly likely will calm down."

"Or start letting their frustrations out on her." Namjoon disagrees. "If they smell just a hint of any of us liking her in any way they'll go rabid."

"So what? It's not like she'll properly understand the situation, or talk about it to anybody." The manager shakes his head. "She will live at the company building, like I said. That's top security around her twenty-four-seven, and she will also have regular caretakers- staff will look after her for you, you don't have to interact with her at all apart from scheduled activities. It'll be fine." He tries, and everyone sighs.

Well- it's not like they've got the last word either way.

---

Jungkook is a sensitive person.

Not as in weak, but as in, his senses are very much sharp enough to notice even the slightest changes in something. And so when the first furniture is delivered, first boxes with what he assumes to be the new hybrid's personal items, there's something in the air he can't quite put a finger on.

"Oh, Jungkook-ssi!" One of the staff almost runs into him, as he stands alone in the dark and rather small space you'll be living in soon. "I almost locked you in. Is there something you need?" She asks, and he shakes his head.

Something about the faint scent of yours clinging to some of the items placed, like the blankets and pillows and stuffed animals, makes him wonder what will happen from now on. You're being used for higher gain- and in a way, he wonders if you'll know that, or if you're not able to understand the complexity of the situation like his managers had claimed. A category five doesn't mean you're mentally challenged, after all. You're just a bit more hybrid than he, or the rest of the guys are.

And somehow, it all just suddenly feels so fucked up to him.

"No, sorry, I just wanted to.. look around I guess." He offers the staff member who nods kindly, before he leaves to go home.

Somehow feeling a little heavy inside.

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"Am I the only one who thinks this is fucked up?" Yoongi sighs as they all laze around in the living room area of the dorm they share. "We don't even know where the fuck they get that hybrid from."

"With the way they're talking about her it feels as if she must be from a carecenter or something alike." Seokjin offers from the side. "After all, they did mention that she needs help in looking after herself." He notes, and Taehyung chimes in at that.

"I mean I get the idea but.. it's still odd to 'use' her for that. And what if she doesn't even like us?" He shakes his head. "Category five's are pretty obvious in what they're thinking. It's not like they can just tell her to act the part."

Everyone falls silent at that. The wolf hybrid has a point here- if she doesn't play the part well, what will happen then?

"Well- not that I care." Hoseok announces, getting up. "And neither should you guys. We're getting paid to entertain people, nothing more." He simply mumbles to himself, leaving to go to bed. And he's probably right too- the less the guys think about what the situation means to you, the better. And done the line, the space given to you at the company building is definitely better than any shelter or carecenter you're probably currently residing at.

Jungkook however isn't convinced. He's still remembering that odd feeling he had earlier standing in between all those things that smelled like you.

And he's got a feeling that this whole 'plan' will probably not go the way they all planned it to.

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Despite everyone's varying levels of interest in you at first, it's pretty clear that today, the date you'll be officially moving in, the entire pack is equally as eager to get a glimpse of you.

"Remind me why you're all in my studio?" Namjoon sighs, watching everyone camp out in his small space, both Jimin and Taehyung peeking out the door.

"They're here! There right there, they just brought them in-!" Jimin whispers sharply, and suddenly even Namjoon gets up to maybe catch a glance.

"She must be young." Taehyung mumbles, watching how an elderly woman in a 'Seoul Hybrid Care Project'-jacket holds your hand as you walk next to her. Your tail is a little curled and clearly one of a canine hybrid- your ears somewhat folded downwards.

"Maybe she's just short." Namjoon argues quietly, Jungkook pushing a bit to get a glimpse too. "I mean- if she was too young to attend late shows and schedule that would be pretty dumb wouldn't it?" He wonders, and the others hum in agreement, watching as your tail lowers, your mood visibly changing as soon as it's evident you'll be staying.

They all start to feel a little bad once they have to watch you cling to the caretaker- probably your only familiar person, who attempts to make you understand that you'll stay here now. It's the first taste of what you as a category five are like- there's no covering up your emotions whatsoever, you visibly and clearly make it known that you're not happy about this situation.

The only thing that soothes the pack a little it the sight of the staff gently wiping your tear stained cheeks before leading you into your new living space, door closing behind you. Though it's odd- because somehow, the entire pack feels closer than they've been in a few years by now, everyone equally both interested and mildly worried for you.

"Okay I can't be the only one who feels this though." Taehyung suddenly perks up, the ball of squeezed together wolf hybrids breaking up as they all get back into the studio, door closing. "Right?"

"She's a category five Taehyung!" Namjoon scolds.

At that, everyone falls silent for a moment.

Because while they can't deny what Taehyung mentioned was true-

Namjoon also had a point.

---

You are, in fact, not actually that young, merely months behind Jungkook.

And Seokjin's very sharp sense of observation tells him that you're not at all unaware of your surroundings whatsoever. It seems like you want to talk often but then remember something that makes you shut up before you can even open your mouth. You're however otherwise clearly aware of what's going on, interested and curious about things you don't know. It must be frustrating to not be able to voice out your thoughts, he thinks to himself, already wondering if there could be a different way of communicating with you.

Turns out you are indeed a domestic dog hybrid, chosen for your rather reserved but friendly nature. You've been born to a mother than wanted to stay anonymous, having given you up as a newborn pup at a shelter, presumably because you're the result of infidelity.

Taehyung is, to no one's surprise, the first one to try and interact with you in the practice room. You seem a bit hesitant at first but it's very clear that you're easily warming up to him, your tail wagging every time Jimin says something that makes Taehyung laugh. The two wolves are sitting close to you, and you seem alright with that, albeit a little shy.

Which is to be expected, considering its been barely a week since you moved into the company building, and you've also never really met them.

"What're you looking for, hm?" Taehyung wonders as he watches you search around for something. You look at him at that, unsure, like you're fighting internally with yourself.

"Maybe she's too shy to say it out loud?" Jungkook wonders, sitting down close to you as well now. "You wanna whisper it maybe?" He tries, leaning in and pointing to his hybrid ear-

And to everyone's surprise you do actually sit up on your knees, cupping your hands over his ears before you whisper something.

And of course, everyone is eager to know what it was, since it makes the youngest look so caught off guard, cheeks red as he gets up to fetch a bottle of water from a table nearby.

They distract themselves for the time being by starting to actually practice, occasionally watching your reaction to their choreography. Being watched by you is actually not that weird at all- if anything, it makes them all work a bit harder as if to impress you, underline their deaths as the perfect idols they are.

Though, at the end of the day, they're also just a pack of young wolves, and it's clear.

Jungkook let's himself fall onto his back close to you, huffing in exhaustion making everyone laugh. The air feels oddly light today, as if the stress isn't actually that bad this time around. And it's especially evident in the way everyone laughs when you reach out to pet Jungkooks head as if to tell him that he worked hard, making the idol shy again.

Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all.

---

It's your first public appearance.

Described to the public as a 'charity case', you've been somewhat officially shown in behind the scenes footage every now and then, many fans having already found some info on you from the internet. The reactions are mixed, but mostly positive- many claiming that the band and company are showing how kind the world can be by taking you in. It's probably because the company itself had made it clear that you do not actually live with the boys, but in a separate place with personal caretakers, eliminating the possibility of causing a dating rumor for now, though that might happen naturally at some point.

However, all is better than having to defend the guys fighting amongst each other like dogs over food.

The level of comfort around you varies amongst the members, which is to be expected- but it's already clear that you're very good at wrapping people around your little finger. Seokjin is holding your hand as they all walk through the airport together, and you never let go of it once, staying close to the oldest. He's become somewhat of a guardian figure for you- his calm and carefree attitude drawing you in.

He helps you buckle your seatbelt on the plane, and helps you out of your jacket like it's second nature, though he does roll his eyes at Hoseok commenting how he looks like a father. "Well at least I'm helping her, you all just ignore her or play around!" He scolds, tension rising when Taehyung starts to argue from the corner.

"Hey, no one asked you to play the part!" He barks. "We got staff for that.." he scoffs to himself, while Namjoon shakes his head.

"Guys please.." he begs quietly, though the barking doesn't die down.

"So we're just supposed to act like we care but toss her aside? How cruel is that?" Jin argues back, making Jungkook whine from close by.

"Hyung, don't shout like that-" He worries, and Seokjin is ready to really shout now, when Yoongi gets up and walks over to unbuckle your seatbelt. Only now does everyone take a moment to notice you quietly crying to yourself.

"Come on, I'll get you some tissues.." the wolf mumbles quietly to you, effectively removing you from the crossfire to have you sit next to himself instead.

It's quiet at that, except for the soft sound of you blowing your nose and whimpering a bit as Yoongi offers his silent support to you. Jin sighs as he sits back down, sound signaling the start of the flight.

It stays quiet like this until the seatbelts are allowed to be removed, an apologetic looking Jungkook walking up next to where Yoongi sits next to you. You're asleep already, having taken the rapper up on the silent offer to sleep on his lap, a pillow on his thighs offering comfort for your head. "M' sorry." The youngest mumbles quietly, running a hand over your head.

"We've got to stop, at least around her." Namjoon says, calmly. "Our pack issues are one thing, but unloading all that on her is just unfair."

"I didn't mean to shout like that.." seokjin sighs from his seat.

"And I didn't mean to get so angry either.." Taehyung apologizes.

"What's even wrong with us in the first place?" Hoseok asks, shaking his head to himself. "Its like we're just fighting these days, nothing else."

"Cause we do." Jungkook says, still petting your head. It's clear that the youngest is pretty attached to you already. "We're just complaining and arguing.." he mumbles softly, watching you sleep.

"Why.?" Jin asks himself mostly.

"Doesn't matter." Yoongi quietly offers. "But we gotta figure this shit out without getting her caught in the middle like that." He reminds everyone. "She can't talk and tell us to stop-"

"She can, though." Jungkook perks up, ears standing tall.

"What?" Namjoon is interested now. Category five hybrids typically don't talk.

"The water bottle on Tuesday. She told me what she wanted when I asked her to, you know, tell me quietly." Jungkook explains. "I think she's just- embarrassed, maybe?"

"Of what?" Hoseok wonders. "Talking in that category is impressive."

"Yeah but she- I guess she's got some trouble pronouncing words. She didn't say 'water' for example, but something like 'wadu'." He tells his packmates.

"Thats cute though." Taehyung laughs from his seat, the others chuckling as well. "Maybe at the center she got made fun of." He tries to justify.

"Could be." Namjoon nods. "But with some practice she could surely work on that issue. It would help tremendously if she at least communicates in single words." He says, and everyone agrees.

"You know.." yoongi smiles to himself, looking down on you still sleeping. "...I think she's doing something entirely different than just polishing our image already."

"Huh?" Hoseok asks.

"Dont you notice?" The rapper asks the pack. "Everytime it's about her, we agree. No fighting. We suddenly problem-solve and actually talk." He explains.

"...I-" Namjoon stares at you at that revelation, realizing it as well. "You're right."

Maybe you're not just a publicity stunt after all-

But an actual solution for the root of the problem.

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lostinforestbound · 2 months

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i loved the rolan hair greying post!! poor baby 🥹 it got me thinking about more domestic life with rolan. if i may, may i request a rolan fic where he walks in on tav being insecure with their body and he makes tav feel better? no worries if you don't want to do the request 😊

I'm so glad you loved the Rolan Greying headcannons so much! I absolutely loved doing this request! Exploring domestic life with Rolan was so fun, I hope you enjoy this one! If there's tags I may have missed, please let me know!

Perfection

In their mind, their life is becoming close to perfect. Sow hy do they carry so much resentment towards themselves?

Word Count: 1.1k (AO3 TBA)

Relevant Tags: Body Insecurity, Hurt/Comfort, Implied Death of Companion character

This whole adventure was one giant mess. Battle after battle, it never stopped, and it felt like it could go on for the rest of its days. They strained their body to its limits, a tadpole constantly giving them the worst headaches they've ever experienced, and their injuries have been life-threatening more than once; they're so, so tired.

So when Cal offered that room in the tower in passing after Lorroakan's defeat, they didn't take it too seriously; there was no way they could rest now, not this easily, and they doubted Rolan would let them stay. They wouldn't believe it, they couldn't believe it. Respectfully, they thought Rolan was a prickly bastard, even if at some points they found that cute. They were surprised when the new archmage encouraged the option for them to stick around. They noticed the way Cal and Lia smirked at each other when their brother did so, as if they knew something they both didn't. They didn't pay any mind to it at the time.

But when the brain was finally defeated, that's exactly what they decided to do, their heart longing for a true home after their stressful endeavor. Being able to stay somewhere permanent sounded wonderful. Unusually, they found their home in Rolan, which was a pleasant surprise. At first, it was teasing each other and bickering across the room; at some point, it turned into flirting, stealing glances at each other when they thought the other wasn't looking. Then, after getting tired of dancing around with compliments, they pushed Rolan against the wall and devoured his mouth, which was met with enthusiasm by the pinned tiefling.

Living this domestic life with him and his siblings is incredible, and while their relationship was relatively fresh, they know in their heart they want to live like this for the rest of their days. Waking up next to the handsome tiefling every morning is like a dream, seeing genuine relaxation paint his features as he stays nuzzled in their neck. They'll do their usual routine, running their fingers through his hair to encourage him to wake up, even if he may complain about it with a grumble. They'll share coffee and breakfast with Lia and Cal before they all get to work for the day. Then after a long while, they'll usually meet up again at the tower for dinner, courtesy of Cal loving to cook for them.

In their mind, their life is becoming close to perfect.

So why do they carry so much resentment towards themselves?

Hair still wet and freshly out of the basin, they stand in front of a full-body mirror as they settle in undergarments. They had to pause for a long moment, looking at themselves with a depressing, tired look on their face.

Their body is covered in so many scars from their adventure. Not only are they ugly, but they are a reminder of their failures. Scrapes on their knuckles from their struggle in the Nautiloid, freshly kidnapped. Slices on their arms from shadow creatures and nurses after discovering Arabella's parents, Locke and Komira, dead in the House of Healing. The massive burn on their shoulder from Ketheric's Warhammer, completely shattering the bone within. Cuts where Orin tore into the flesh on their back, where they couldn't save-

They shake their head with a sharp sigh, wishing that their skin was clear of their deformities. The more they stare at themselves in the mirror, the more disfigured they look, and the more insecure they get. How does someone like Rolan, the archmage of Ramazith's tower, find this attractive?

Being so distracted, they don't see Rolan standing by the door in his adorable blue nightwear. They don't see him looking at them with light concern, eyes tracing up and down their body. They don't hear him carefully approach them, not wanting to startle them. But they do feel his hand on their bare back, looking at them through the mirror while standing beside them.

"I was wondering when you were coming to bed. You had me worried! How selfish of you, am I supposed to sleep without you?" He complains lightly in his usual dramatic way.

That does make them laugh, though it is short-lived. Their body is now extremely distracting to them.

Rolan notices their distant look, the glaze that comes over their eyes as they look at the qualities of their skin.

"You look wonderful. You do know this, right?"

"Rolan-"

He holds a hand up to gently interrupt them, eyes soft. "Please, let me finish."

Taking a deep breath, he wraps his arms around them from behind and rests his head on their shoulder before speaking again, "You're lovely. Every part of you I cherish, and I will do so for as long as you let me. You look perfect to me."

They lean back against his chest, eyes closing as they subtly blink away tears.

"And besides, your scars- well-" He coughs, looking away.

At first, they fear that is a bad sound and quickly glance at him through the mirror, but they only see the blush on his face and ears that he fails to hide away.

His nose scrunches up in a way they always found endearing, knowing full well he's embarrassed. "I find them quite attractive."

"Oh, do you now?" They tease, a smile finally returning to their face.

He rolls his eyes. "Please, if I found them unattractive I would be very vocal about it."

They raise a hand and trace an index finger along the edge of his ear. "I know just how vocal you are, Rolan."

"You are a godsdamn tease. Menace!" He exasperates, his skin only getting redder by the second as they laugh.

He's always so easy to tease, and they secretly love his little embarrassed outbursts. It's adorable to them.

With a gentle pull of their hand, they let him lead them to their bed, feeling his tail curl around their thigh as they do. As they settle down, they cuddle close together, and they notice how Rolan's hands trail all over them. His fingers trace everything they thought of as imperfect, especially the scars that they detest. It's not teasing, nor is it sensual like other nights may be.

It's worship.

He pays special attention to the scar on their shoulder, two fingers tracing the edge of it as he speaks up, "Ketheric did this to you?"

"He did."

He gently presses a kiss to it, pulling them closer to his body. "It hurt, I assume."

"It did, but the bastard's dead, so who got the last laugh?"

They both giggle as if on cue, and he starts kissing them all over their face, making them blush.

Maybe their scars can mean something heroic, instead.

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 12 days

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Falling Part Five | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: Jae tells Lana about the party but you get nervous, not knowing what his intentions with her might be... Pairing: Guardian Angel f!reader x Fallen Angel Jungkook Word Count: 1.5k (sorry I know it's short and horribly edited) a/n: Hey guys so I know I haven't updated this story in months and a few of you have been asking for it so I'm sorry about that. I know this is short but I wanted to put something out for you guys. I'm still stuck on figuring out what's going to happen at the party so that's why this is still a little short but hopefully I'll figure it out and post it soon! Thanks for waiting 💜 Start from the beginning

"Jimin I don't know what to do" I whine, dragging out the last word, "I've been able to avoid the headache of her going to any high school parties but of course when this tall, mysterious, intelligent guy and his friends come around she suddenly decides to go" I complain to him.

"I mean to be honest I don't blame her. They seem like they're fun and Jae is charming and to be honest out of the lot he's definitely a lot more her speed. I feel like that's why they work so well together" he responds, trying to get me to calm down a bit which helps but I still don't know how I'm going to help her.

"Maybe you're right. He does seem like a really nice guy and he hasn't done anything wrong. I think just the fact that this is the first guy she's actually shown interest in is making me a bit more nervous" I admit, plopping down on Lana's bed while she continues to study.

They've known each other for a few weeks and he hasn't shown any signs of really wanting to lead her astray so that's promising. At this point though I don't really know what he does when he's around Jungkook which stresses me out at the very least knowing that Jae has messed up enough to trade his guardian angel for a fallen one.

"Just keep a close watch and maybe then he'll show his true colors. Lana sounds like a smart girl and you'll be materializing in a few weeks right?" Jimin reminds me. "That's only if she doesn't start to stray and I'm afraid that if she goes to this party that it'll be the beginning of the end for us" I voice, letting all of my worries and doubts out.

"Just keep praying that she'll stay strong and that she'll focus on staying on the straight and narrow" he say, making it sound easy. "I wish it was that simple" I mumble, turning my head to look at her while she picks up her phone to no doubt, text Jae back from the looks of it.

"You've been with her since she was conceived and you know her better than anyone. Just put your faith in her and I'm sure you'll make it to materialization. You've done a great job watching over her so, don't doubt yourself" he encourages.

"I'm sorry but I have to get going now. Let me know how everything turns out alright?" he say before ending the call. "Yes don't worry I will" I reassure him and say our goodbye right as Lana's phone starts to ring.

"Hey!" she greets excitedly, instantly letting me know who it is without even trying, accompanied by the feeling of butterflies in her stomach.

"I miss you" he says and I instantly gag while she has the polar opposite reaction watching as her cheeks start to warm up. "I miss you too" she says softly. "I wanted to tell you the details of the party tomorrow and also I just wanted to hear your voice" he admits.

'Could he be any cheesier?' of course Lana is eating it up though. Chances are he's gonna be her first love so I guess I'll just have to get used to this lovey dovey behavior from them. I drown their conversation out, still listening in but only enough to sense if something bad will happen but it's pretty innocent at this point thank God.

Thinking about all this love stuff is taking me back to when I was young and falling in love with Jungkook...

Eons ago...

"Go talk to her" Jimin says, elbowing Jungkook in the side and he groans at the contact still with his eyes fully trained on me.

"She's probably already with someone else" he says, making excuses and tries to walk away but his friend grabs him by his shoulders and turns him around, making him face me again

"She doesn't have a bracelet yet" he points out, looking at my wrists, neither of them adorned with and sort of jewelry. "Just go talk to her" Jimin repeats, pushing on his shoulder and making him stumble, grabbing my attention.

Jungkook and I make eye contact for a second and he smiles bashfully and I return it before going back to my conversation with a few other female angels.

"Look he's coming over here!" one of them says once I've turned back towards the group giving the handsome angle my back making me straighten out my wings from their slouched position into a more graceful one.

"He's probably looking at one of you guys" I say in a hushed tone, all of them having clocked the way he was looking at me, leaving me feeling insecure and pushing away the thoughts that someone as handsome as him would be interested in a lowly angel like myself.

I hear a man clear his throat behind me and my body goes rigid praying it's not who I think it is having truly thought my friends had been teasing me.

They all make eyes at me, wordlessly telling me to turn around but when I don't he chances speaking to me to get my attention.

"Hello" is all he says and the smooth baritone of his voice is more heavenly than any other melody I'd ever heard. "Hi, um we've actually gotta go" one of older angels says and pushes the other girls to the side, herding them over somewhere else and my protests die in my throat once he tries his luck again.

"I haven't seen you around here before" he says and at that I turn around to face him. My breath is taken away from seeing him up close, his features working in perfect harmony.

"Um yeah I'm one of the new borns, I guess" I say, still unsure of how everything works around here, referring to my recently aged up status. "Oh, well it's very nice to meet you..." he trails off waiting for me to fill in the blank. "Y/n!" I say quickly, embarrassed to have left a longer gap between his question and my answer.

"That's a beautiful name" he says, testing how my name sounds on his lips. I swear I never want anyone to address me by my name ever again unless it's by him or God. "Oh and you are?" I question, forgetting to return his interest.

"Jungkook" he says, a name that I had never heard before but pray would be one I would utter again and again. "It's nice to meet you Jungkook" and I can see how his eyes light up and his wings slightly raise behind him, obviously happy to have heard his name from my lips as well.

And from that moment onwards we started falling. Madly, deeply and hopelessly in love. That is, until he fell...

"JK said the party starts around 8 so I can pick you up around that time if you'd like" I hear Jae's voice say through the speaker. "Oh okay, yeah that works!" Lana says but she sounds a bit wary.

"What's wrong?" Jae asks, clocking her change in demeanor. "It's just that my curfew is 10 so I wont be able to stay for very long and because you're the one JK's throwing the party for I wouldn't want you to have to deal with leaving early to take me home or anything" she says and he nods his head, thinking for a second.

"What about this. Why don't we just go and hang out there for like an hour and then we'll leave and spend the rest of that time together on our own before your curfew" he suggests and she lights up at the idea. "I'd like that" she smiles shyly, a fluttery feeling in her stomach again, no doubt from the thought of spending true alone time with him for the first time.

"You sure you want to miss out on the party?" Lana questions, starting to feel guilty about it all. "The party is gonna go on all night so if I feel up to it I can always go back later on. You're the only one I really want to spend time with" he admits and again I can't help but roll my eyes.

At least he's honest though but I really hope this night ends with a simple goodnight kiss. 'Please Jae for the love of God don't pressure Lana into losing her innocence' I offer as a silent plea.

Lana is someone I've been entrusted to and I will do everything in my power to make sure that she stays safe. One boy is not gonna ruin this for her, she's stronger than this and I know that. I just need to keep reminding myself and stop doubting her.

I've gotta put my faith in her just like Jimin said, and pray to God Jae's intentions are pure. Please Jungkook, don't encourage him to do this, I know it's your sole purpose to lead him astray, but please, not Lana...

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j0kers-light · 22 days

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I just know Joker would be so fed up with a reader who needs glasses

Like no J, I didn't see you the other day when you were stalking me while I was shopping, sorry for not going over and say hi.

SORRY my visits to the ophthalmologist are that expensive, I'm just a girl who needs her eyes checked!!

"Bunny... what da ya mean you need... contact lenses...? Like lentils for t'eyes?"

omg I can't he is just so dumb when he wants to😭

Woah anon this one hits too close to home. I went to the ophthalmologist last Thursday and for the first time in my life, I need glasses. I am not adjusting well 😣

Let's get into it! 🖤✨

Joker instantly makes fun of you. For starters, Frost had to help you back home since they dilated your eyes at the office and urged you not to drive. So you came through the door, looking like a lost cause clinging onto Frost.

For months you've been complaining about headaches and double vision, all on deaf ears. You had to take matters into your own hands and find a specialist to perform an eye exam.

Now you're finally getting help to correct your vision! Not like Joker cares. He picks on you by waving his hands in front of your face. You snap at him because you can still see.

"J move out the way! I'm not legally blind, this is only temporary." You grope at the air to prevent yourself from bumping into anything. You still run head first into a potted plant, knocking it over.

Joker thinks your protective glasses, he dubbed them "Ray Charles" are absolutely hilarious. They help with bright lights until your pupils return to normal but it does make you look, well, like a visually impaired person. "All you need is a cane, doll!"

Its days like this where you question why you love Joker. He's such a jerk.

Any support or help you wish to get from Joker is non existent. He is blissfully unaware about how serious your situation is. Thankfully the drops wear off but you have to endure Joker for the upcoming days until your glasses come in the mail.

Joker says the most insensitive things to you like, "Bunny what do ya mean you need uh, contact lenses? Like lentils for your eyes?" or "My Bunny is blind. Maybe I should call ya mouse instead?"

You groan for the umpteenth time and ignore him. You're not legally blind, just.. [insert level of impairment] His jokes aren't funny.

Finally your prescriptions arrive in the mail and you hastily put them on. Its like seeing the world anew. You smile and glance around the room and your eyes land on Joker, who has his jaw on the floor.

"Wow.. I uh.. ahem. You look... B-Bunny.. ya look nerdy. Did they not have a err better selection?" He looked away, hiding his blush.

And your happiness is squashed. Great. You're not his goddess anymore. You sulk around the apartment as you adjust to your new eyes feeling completely miserable. Along with the expected headaches, and discomfort, your mood is in the sewer.

It brings about.. let's say problems. Key word: Joker is the problem. He plays too much and your poor frames is his brand new toy. He bends them, loses them, and even worse? He completely breaks them all 'on accident'. Yeah right.

He just laughs each time saying, "I'll uhh buy ya a new pair."

Joker is a man of his word but your ophthalmologist gives you a disapproving look when you order your sixth pair of glasses in a two month period. Insurance has since stopped footing the bill, they're fed up too.

Your doctor suggests contacts which you think would be a better fit. It is not. Joker manages to ruin them too.

He misplaces your contact case. He uses your contact fluid for a new laughing gas compound, he distracts you and much to your horror-- you sleep with your contacts still in.

Along with the stress of new glasses, the sudden change in your life, and Joker's lack of concern, you're bound to break down and it happens one day when you're working on your laptop in the living room.

Joker sneaks up behind you and steals your new (seventh pair) of glasses right off your face. You react accordingly but with the loss of your visual aid, the room is blurry and you can't focus.

"Joker give me back my glasses! I can't see without them!"

You hear his signature laugh a little to your left and turn that way. You can barely see his figure holding your glasses up to his face. He whistles low.

"Geez, Bunny! I knew ya couldn't, ah see, but this? This is pathetic!" His words sting and make you falter reaching his side.

The one person you need the most to be supportive, and on your side during such a life changing event, is your bully. Why can't Joker be more understanding? You don't know you're crying until Joker is standing before you. He's close enough for you to see him clearly.

And he doesn't look happy. "What's gotten into you?"

He doesn't even know?!! That just makes you cry even harder. Your tears are Joker's kryptonite and he groans to himself before yanking you into your arms.

"Bunny..... stop that.. You know I haTe it when you cry." He rocks the two of you back and forth but you aren't moved by his weak attempt at an apology.

"Then why are you being so mean to me?! You keep breaking my glasses, I can't see without them, I'm... I'm so tired and—"

Joker shuts you up with a kiss and your body betrays you by kissing him back. He pulled away so he could see your e/c sparkling up at him.

“You've been soooo stressed lately. I thoughT my jokes would help ease your mind! I just wanted you to smile."

"You made fun of me and called me a nerd!" You pout.

He sighed and placed your glasses where they belong. The way he was looking at you made you adopt a slight flush to your cheeks.

"I didn't mean to be mean, Princess. These make ya look hot, very hoT. Like the sexy author I know ya are."

You looked away, mumbling. "You... you think I look hot?"

Joker laughed and spun you around in his arms. He then attacked your face with sloppy kisses while his eager hands roamed your body.

"Think? Oh I know my goddess is stunning with or without glasses. You. Are. Beaut-Tee-full and the day I say otherwise, be a dear and uh.. stab me with a knife."

He smirked hearing your joyful laughter ringing out. Oh how he missed it.

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 1 month

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Hii I hope you're doing okay and that you feel well. I just wanted to request some small Tim angst.

Like the reader is a sweet person but Tim is kinda closed off because of Slenderman and stuff and it hurts the readers feelings bc he's distant for no reason in there eyes.

If you don't want to that's okay! I just don't find a lot of active blogs that have Tim/Masky angst so I wanted to request it here😭💞💞 I love your blog sm :)

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ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕠 𝕥𝕠 @𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤-𝕟-𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖!! 𝔾𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜!

𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘!!

Tiresome

In the beginning, your relationship with Tim was everything you could ever ask for

He was kind, loving, he saw you like no one else seemed to

But most importantly, he was present

And physically, he still is (well, at least he is sometimes)

But you began to notice as the months drag on, that he seems to become more and more tired, stressed, and isolated

You try to talk to him, asking what's wrong and if there's anything you can do to help

Even if he just needs space, or a break from your relationship for a while, you'd be happy to provide that, he just needs to tell you that

But anytime you bring it up, he insists that he's fine, and that he just needs some sleep

It only gets worse from there

All of a sudden, he gets very snappy with you, and hardly ever talks to you unless its him muttering about how he's going to sleep once he comes home

He starts smoking more than he ever has, the smell consumes your entire apartment most days

These strange pills start showing up, in your bathroom, in the kitchen, in your bedroom

Whenever you ask what they are or what they're for, he gets very defensive and tells you that it's none of your business

More and more murder reports start showing up on t.v and social media, mostly centered around where you and Tim live

It gets so bad that there is a statewide order stating that no one can leave their homes, unless they are essential workers or have permission from government officials sent to your state to monitor any suspicious behavior

That's when the hallucinations start

At first, it's just a small headache here and there, he will complain about it to you, then take a few of his mystery pills

But you start to notice that sometimes, he seems to be staring at something

Nothing is there, but he's so focused on whatever it is

When you ask him what's up, he will make a worried face and say that his entire vision and hearing was just clouded with static

You tell him that he's stressing out too much, and that he needs to just take it easy

He will sigh, and take a few pills

He then starts disappearing at random times

When he comes home, he reeks of dirt and body odor

He takes a quick shower, before plopping down in bed next to you, not even sparing you a glance as he turns away from you and falls asleep

This happens for the next few weeks, you constantly beg him to stay, plead with him not to go, you don't want him getting hurt

He usually doesn't respond to your attempts, just gently shoving you aside so he can open the door and leave

But finally, you convince him to stay

In your latest attempt, he had accidentally looked at you, and he had seen the pain in your eyes

"When did this all happen?" He wonders "When did everything go so wrong?"

And so, he stays

And this is the most attentive he has been to you in months

He is profusely apologizing while kissing all over your body, telling you that he knows he's been distant and that he wishes he could be here for you, but it's just out of his control

You both fall asleep peacefully that night, tears staining both your cheeks

You begin to wake up though, when you hear him shift away from you

Fearing he might try to leave again, you spring up in bed and grab his arm, only to find him sitting up, staring at the door of your shared bedroom

You can't quite read his face, it's a mix of no emotion yet high anxiety at the same time

When you ask what's wrong, he doesn't answer, seemingly frozen staring at whatever is at the door

When he finally comes back to the present, he gasps for air and frantically begins searching for his pills, popping at least 4 into his mouth

You try to comfort him, but as you do, your ears begin to ring loudly, and when you look back to the door, you swear you catch a glimpse of a long black tentacle slipping behind the door

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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Hello I was wondering if you’d be able to write a Ranboo x Gender neutral reader, and they both just got into a heated argument that left them both crying (only if you’re comfortable with writing something like this, I’d not I completely understand, also thank you for your concern, I really appreciate it) :)

honestly struggled to find smthn to make an argument out of but I think I got something! oneshots are a little difficult for me bc I get burned out and I think the actions but can't find the right words LMAOOOO ; but this is totally find to request dw!! and of course, if you ever need to talk my messages are always open 🫶🫶🫶 ; also istg I have other ranboo headers they're just in my drafts bc I've only been working on reqs lately LMFAO

RANBOO ; burnout

summary ; youre both burned out and stressed, and take it out on each other

warnings ; language, fighting, reader is described/talked about as a writer, angry mischaracterization (it makes sense in context trust me)

word count ; 1.4k

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Both you and Ranboo had been working your asses off recently.

They had themselves so tied down to content creation that it was becoming a personal prison cell. It was like everything he did was only to appease his fans, and he didn't know how to just calm down and slow things down for his well being. From the constant, long streams to the talks with merch and production teams, it never ended. Plus, the infinite cycle of scrolling online to see all the hate they received, it was becoming too much.

You, on the other hand, constantly kept working and working through the lack of motivation and burnout with no breaks. No matter how much people reassured you that you could take a break and you didn't have to stick to a schedule, it didn't do anything. You were determined to fill out each and every request even if you barely had any idea what you were doing, you'd stay up late trying to block out what to write and how to put it into words to appease your followers. Three times a day, seven days a week, every day of the month, about 2000 posts a year, if you kept that up.

You were dedicated to writing, you loved it, and you loved that you were able to turn something you loved into a job considering "real" jobs didn't work out for you. You had streaming, but you only did that if you were writing or needed ideas or help every once in a while and wanted to share any progress and whatnot. Your eyes tended to be bloodshot on the regular, being pulled down by saggy, dark eyebags.

You trudge into the kitchen, taking a cold bowl of mac and cheese and some water back to your office with you. Ranboo glares at you from the couch, holding his phone to his ear as he talks to some big guy with money, most likely. He doesn't say anything, but you notice the look on his face, his eyes glaring daggers into you as you walk away.

You sit back down at your chair, not even touching your food. You stare at the screen, your eyes slightly protected by the dark mode you'd reinforced on the website. Your mind was blank, empty, vacant, muddled. There were no thoughts behind your glazed eyes.

Your head pounded in pain, caused by all the blue light absorption you'd been taking in recently. God, Ran hated that. How you'd fucking complain of a headache and only do everything to worsen it. It pissed him off. It made him want to yell at you to just shut up about it, considering you didn't want to do anything to help yourself.

You type away at the keyboard once more, every button press causing a little click or clack to immerse from it. The keys light up a particular shade of white, a smooth wave like pattern glazing across it once more. You stop again, unable to finish the sentence once more.

You groan and lean back in your seat, feeling the utter disgust around you. You oh so desperately needed to sit in the shower and cry, considering your stress and pain, but you couldn't. You needed to make these people happy, you owed them. You owed them for giving you a stable job and a roof over your head, the least you could do was have their requests out within a few days.

You sit and ponder about your partner. You were sure there was no love left anymore. Both of you were too financially dependent on one another to up and leave, so it had to work for now.

Ranboo, now not on the phone, nearly slams the door of your office open, smelling the ice cold pasta you hadn't even touched a few feet away. He's quick to raise his voice with a stern tone, pissed off at you once again.

"Dude, I told you dinner was ready an hour ago, what the fuck? And then you just bring it in here and don't even touch it just to stare at the damn screen some more? Are you fucking kidding?"

You roll your eyes, not wanting to deal with this again. "Fuck's it matter? This is my job, Ranboo"

"Your job isn't to please everyone who acts nice to you. Your job is to write quality content and not complain about burning yourself out or headaches that you could easily solve by touching grass! Go outside, this isn't even a job. You don't do anything other than write some stupid fantasy all day and feed into people's delusions, Y/n!" He quickly rants, scoffing at the end.

"Holy shit, you're one to talk! Meh meh, meh, I'm so miserable, and I do all these long streams for my fans, and I treat my partner like shit because I never spend time with them and enable their unhealthy behaviors! I take out my anger on them because I'm a lonely asshole." You quickly spit back, standing up from your chair.

They scoff, stepping towards you a bit, "You're so pathetic, I never want to hear you come to me with your problems again. You're dependent on me. You barely get any money off of that, let alone any to pay rent or buy your own groceries. Get into the real world where talking to fancy businessmen and actually working for your money is all you do! Walk in my shoes for one day!"

You roll your eyes again and scoff, "You don't think this is an actual job? I could say the same to you! You play video games all fucking day and beg for Twitch subs! Just because you have a fancy merch line and have some stupid show you're working on doesn't make you all high and mighty and more important than anyone else!"

"It does, actually, you have no room to complain! If you need a break, you can go take it. My schedule is busy every hour of the day, I have no time to do shit! You're an overbearing, selfish asshole!"

Now that got the waterworks going, that's what got you beyond the point of just petty arguing to genuinely fighting. You have no room to complain, yet you spend all day just trying to make people happy and not hate you, to just pump content out and pretend like you're okay. You bottle up your emotions so he won't have to worry about you, yet you're overbearing and selfish.

"You are such a fucking asshole! Everything needs to be about you, doesn't it? Every single fucking thing in the world, huh? Fine, screw you" You turn to grab the bowl of food, and quickly, out of sheer anger, throw it at him, shattering the ceramic bowl. "I hope I never see you again, go fuck yourself. You don't deserve shit of what you have, your platform, your friends, your money, anything. I hope your whole online empire comes crumbling down and you're left with nothing"

You snatch up your phone, wallet, and keys, quickly stomping past him as tears drip down your cheeks. He stands there, appalled as tears well in his glassy eyes. He tries to chase you outside once he realizes you're serious, but you'd already slammed the door so hard it might as well have fallen off the hinges. He wipes his eyes, cheeks a light red due to the sheer amount of anger he felt in the moment. He was soaked in cold mac and cheese, ruining his white hoodie.

Once the adrenaline wasn't coursing through his veins anymore, he sits himself on the kitchen floor, the cold tile against his hands being used as a grounding technique. Some ceramic dust lays on his shoes, some liquid cheese being smeared against his hoodie as he tries to use a towel to wipe the access off.

Fuck, what did he just do?

He sits in silence, rethinking the situation as tears slowly stream down his face.

He could only hope that you were safe on that bus to nowhere. That bus you used to just go anywhere but home, just to escape the horrible life you lived inside that house. The house that bound you to its walls so you couldn't escape.

You couldn't escape the pain of your popular online presence or the pain of being trapped in that house any longer. Finally, it broke, the enchantment that kept you sealed inside.

Someone had to leave, and it looked like it was going to be you this time around.

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anxiousgaypanicking · 4 months

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Plants

Anxceit (Virgil x Janus) Hypnovember 2020 Day Twelve: Plants Warnings: hypnosis, fingering, overstimulation

"I insist," Janus says, petting the side of Virgil's face. Virgil grits his teeth at the action, but lets Janus caress him anyway. "Let me brew you some tea. I'll make a nice big pot, and by the time it's nearly empty I promise you'll feel better."

Virgil mutters something bitterly under his breath.

"It won't be gross," Janus assures him. "Here. I'll make some, and you can try a cup. If you don't like it, you don't have to drink it. Does that sound okay?"

Virgil looks down, frowning, before eventually mumbling "whatever."

Janus kisses the top of his hair and then heads off into the kitchen, leaving Virgil sitting on the edge of the couch, anxiously bouncing his leg while the television show on in the background blends into a slew of ambience.

He stares at the screen, but the pictures meld together into one headache-inducing slurry of light. His chest hurts. He feels like he's suffocating.

Suddenly, a loud whistle from the kitchen causes him to jump, followed by a clatter as Janus presumably moves the kettle from the lit stove to an empty space, allowing it a few seconds to cool. Then, Janus comes out of the kitchen holding a cup of steaming hot tea. He hands it to Virgil with a soft warning, and then kneels in front of him.

It's a rare sight seeing Janus on his knees, but Janus seems content resting his cheek against Virgil's thighs and staring up at him as Virgil slowly lifts the cup to his lips.

Virgil only takes a small sip before warmth begins to flood through his body.

"Eating or drinking when you're anxious can help calm you down," Janus explains, voice hushed. "The body is trained to see eating as something people can only do when they're safe, so if you're consuming something, you must be safe enough to do so."

Virgil takes another drink - bigger this time - swallowing down the unique blend of sweet sugar and a flowery taste unrecognizable to him. It's definitely not a tea he's had before.

"Do you like it?"

Virgil purses his lips, finishing the drink off before shoving the cup back into Janus's hands. "That doesn't taste like chamomile."

"It isn't."

"Or like green tea."

Janus smiles, eyes sparkling with amusement. "It's not that either." He stands up, brushing his pants off, before petting Virgil's bangs out of his eyes. "Let me get you another cup. You still look tense."

Virgil doesn't feel tense, but he's also not staring at himself in a mirror. If Janus thinks he looks tense, then he just might. He sees Janus into the kitchen, and then looks toward the television.

He can't focus on the words of the show, but that's fine. He doesn't care about it anyway.

Janus comes back into the living room, this time also holding the kettle. He sets it on the coffee table, and hands the full cup back to Virgil, who once again holds it firmly in his hands. He sips it immediately, and once again feels the warmth spreading throughout his body. He's too focused on the relaxation the sweet tea brings him to hear Janus's soft murmur of "good boy."

On a normal day, perhaps the fact that such a thing as a cup of tea has made him feel so nice and relaxed would be suspicious. Being such a stressed individual, Virgil would laugh outright if he was initially told that drinking some tea would have him feeling this relaxed. But, somehow, it was.

The drink both smells and tastes pleasant, and as the sweet liquid splashes against his tongue again, he relaxes further into the couch. Everything else around him fades into a fuzzy vignette, with just the tea being at the forefront of his mind.

Until Janus is slowly pulling the cup away from Virgil's lips with a soft laugh.

Virgil opens his mouth to complain, blinking his eyes a few times to fully focus on Janus's smiling form. As his fingers curl tighter around the cup being taken from him, he finally glances down and realizes the cup is empty. It has his eyes going wide, as he suddenly releases the cup altogether, letting Janus grab it and set it aside as Virgil processes that he'd been holding an empty cup to his mouth and drinking air from it for... who knows how long.

"Oh... sorry," Virgil mumbles, as he wipes his mouth on his sleeve, briefly hiding the lower half of his embarrassed face. "I think I'm tired. I should go to my room."

He's speaking with a slight daze in his voice. It's not completely noticeable to him, but Janus smiles as he hears it.

"Tired" is the only explanation he can come up with for the way he's feeling. The TV sounds more and more muffled; the feeling of his hands on his jeans feels fuzzy. He doesn't realize why this bout of weariness is affecting Janus, who is clear in his vision, and firm in his touches.

"Oh, don't be silly," Janus responds, waving his hand dismissively as he turns towards the coffee table. "You still seem so stressed; you should have a little bit more." Janus is already pouring Virgil another cup, and urging it into his hands as he speaks.

"But... but I don't feel stressed. I feel really-"

"Relaxed?" Janus smiles, leaning up to cup Virgil's cutely confused face, and gliding his thumb over Virgil's flushed cheek. "That's good, of course. It's good to feel relaxed. But what's wrong with feeling even more relaxed? And the tea tastes good, doesn't it?" Janus moves himself onto the couch, settling himself next to Virgil as he helps the latter bring the cup to his lips, and watching as it's tilted ever so slightly.

"There's nothing wrong with having just a bit more for good measure," Janus coaxes, as Virgil's eyes are fluttering shut as he drinks more tea down. Janus's hand rubs over his thigh comfortingly, and Virgil's mind struggles to pick whether to focus on Janus's touch, or the taste of the tea.

And when he finishes that cup, Janus pours him another. And when Virgil's movements become sluggish enough for it to be worrying he might spill the hot liquid over himself, Janus holds the cup for him.

He's encouraged to drink more and more, until Virgil can't think enough to protest or comment on anything. He can only remain obnoxiously aware of when there's no cup in his hands, and no tea in his mouth.

"Do you like the tea?"

Virgil moans in response to the question, which causes Janus to huff out a laugh.

"Yes, well, I suppose I should have expected an answer like that. Too relaxed to move your jaw, it seems." Janus pours the last bit of tea out of the kettle and into the cup, turning to Virgil with it in his hands. "It was a pain crossbreeding seeds until I developed a plant that not only tasted good, but had relaxing properties as well. Weeks of endless care and dedication; honestly, it was all quite tiring. I need a bit of relaxation myself after that."

Janus hooks his fingers within the handle of the cup, holding it with one hand away from Virgil, as he leans close to Virgil's chest. His free hand caresses Virgil's face, slides down his neck, and comes to gently massage one of his shoulders.

Janus hums. "I see a lot of your tension has been relieved. It's easy to relax when you can't even remember what you were upset about, isn't it?"

Virgil looks with half-lidded eyes at the cup of tea. It's not filled as much as the others have been, as there wasn't much liquid left in the kettle, but it was enough for one final, satisfying gulp.

Lazily, Virgil reaches for it, but before he can grasp the cup, Janus is tilting it back and dumping the contents into his own mouth, greedily gulping down the last of the tea he'd painstakingly brewed for Virgil.

The action causes Virgil to sit upwards, eyes wide as he cries "Janus!"

Janus bursts out in laughter, wiping his eyes as he musters an "I'm sorry! I'm sorry. I'm- I just couldn't resist!"

Virgil feels an incredibly overdramatic feeling of betrayal due to the thievery that just occurred, leaving him mouth agape and fingers curled into fists that relax moments later as Virgil's body struggles to retain any sort of tension.

So, in a desperate attempt to salvage the last bit of addicting tea-taste quickly leaving his mouth, Virgil lunges forward and clumsily presses their lips together, quickly tangling his hands in Janus's hair so needily that Janus's hat is knocked off his head and onto the floor below. He doesn't care that Janus is still laughing, smiling against Virgil's lips and occasionally breaking from the kiss to snicker, and instead focuses on licking into Janus's mouth, and sucking on Janus's bottom lip in such a way that Janus half-expects him to bite it in his foggy state.

And Janus thinks it's adorable.

Virgil's desperation for the sweet drink - that does very little for Janus with how little he consumed - affirms Janus's notion that he did a good job. Not that he needed that fact to be confirmed; he was pretty convinced as is, but this amount of need from Virgil is quite appealing. He's so attractive when he's cute and needy!

Virgil moans against Janus's lips, greedily suckling down the lingering taste, until Janus inevitably pushes his fingers into Virgil's own messy locks and firmly pulls him away.

When Virgil opens his mouth to complain, Janus loosens his grip, and lets his fingers softly massage Virgil's scalp, while using his other hand to press a quieting finger to Virgil's lips. "Hush, Virgil," Janus insists, voice low and steady and calm. "There's no need to complain. You drank an entire kettle! Don't you think you're being a bit greedy? A bit selfish?"

Virgil stares at him as though he's too dumb to process what Janus is saying, and is instead more interested in the way Janus's lips are moving.

"It's... it's so good," Virgil murmurs. Janus is unsure of whether it's an argument or just a statement in itself, but smiles regardless.

"Yes, I know. Trust me, I spent a lot of time making sure it'd be just perfect for you. Perfect for the others, even! Though, I definitely spent my time growing those plants with you in mind." Janus's finger moves from Virgil's mouth to his face, and gently runs his knuckles down the length of Virgil's jaw. "I can always make more, though. You know that, right? I can make more any time you're stressed and need some nice, encouraged relaxation."

"But first," Janus continues, pulling his hands from Virgil, "let's get you undressed. I bet you feel so hot after drinking something so warm, don't you? And in all your layers; it must be unbearable!" Janus's fingers run down to the buttons on Virgil's jeans, which he immediately works on getting off. "These tight jeans, for example, can't possibly feel comfortable."

Virgil squirms, as he suddenly feels uncomfortable in his clothing, and wants to get out of them. How grateful he is to Janus who is helping him out of his clothes! But as Janus slowly works Virgil's black jeans down, he grinds his hand over Virgil's bulge, earning a loud moan. Blearily, Virgil seems to process that he's hard. How long as he been hard? He tries to think back to when he first got aroused, but he quickly loses his train of thought within a mess of fog, and so obliges to just lay back and soak in his arousal.

All he cares about is Janus, and the minimum amount of pleasure Janus is generously giving him.

His boxers are slid off with little resistance, with Janus running his hands over Virgil's thighs. "Good thing that tea is keeping you nice and hot, huh?" Janus says, as Virgil's eyes flutter shut. "Otherwise you'd surely be shivering right now. It's so nice of me to keep you warm, isn't it?"

Virgil nods, moaning out "uh-huh."

A bottle pops open, and sounds of squirting can be heard, but Virgil feels too lethargic to care. Janus's voice is the only clear thing in his brain. "And how nice I am to help you feel good and relaxed."

"Mm..."

Janus adjusts Virgil's position so that his head is resting on the arm of the couch, legs spread just enough for Janus to lift his hips.

Then, two of his fingers are pressing into Virgil's hole, earning a surprised moan as Virgil's back arches off the couch. His fingers push against the cushions, but his body otherwise stays limp. He lets Janus pull his legs around his waist, and just lets out unintelligible noises as Janus pumps his fingers slowly in and out of him.

"Aren't you so lucky that I'm here to take care of you?" Janus asks, though he hardly expects a clear answer. "The moment I saw you all tense and anxious, I just knew I had to take care of you. Of course, I know you're typically averse to being vulnerable, so maybe I had to give you some... subtle encouragement."

Janus pushes his fingers fully into Virgil, scissoring them apart and then pushing him back together, and listening to the way Virgil whines and pants at the feeling.

Then, the pads of Janus's fingers thrust against Virgil's prostate, making Virgil suddenly cry out in pleasure.

The cute noise has Janus chuckling. "Right there? Here, let me press it again, just so I'm sure."

Janus does a lot more than just "press," as he instead forcefully drives his fingers into Virgil's prostate again, earning another pathetically loud moan. His thighs close around Janus's waist, but Janus merely pushes them apart, softly uttering to Virgil to relax. And Virgil does. He sucks in a deep breath, and his body presses further into the couch beneath him, dazed and blissful and twitching every now and then in pleasure as Janus's fingers continue to please him.

And then a third is being pushed into his hole, stretching him further and pleasing him immensely.

"Janus!" Virgil gasps, attempting to push his hips down onto Janus's fingers, only to be stopped by a firm hand to his hip.

That hand crawls up Virgil's chubby stomach, giving it a teasing squeeze, before Janus's hand is sliding back down and curling around Virgil's cock. He strokes it slowly, but Virgil moans as though Janus is squeezing and pulling his shaft with vigor, no doubt overly sensitive due to the vivid warmth his body was experiencing.

"So nice and relaxed..." Janus coos, keeping his voice passive and gentle. "But still so hot. All that tea sitting in your stomach just promptly warming you from the inside out! It's making you feel so sensitive, isn't it?"

"Uh- uh-huh-"

"And so needy?"

Virgil whines, toes curling as his thighs squeeze around Janus's waist again. Janus lets him this time, and just smiles as Virgil's chest rises and falls constantly, a quick rhythm of sucking in a sharp breath only to exude a shaky moan. His fingers twitch against the couch.

"Cl-cl-"

Janus shushes him quietly. "Don't speak. You don't need to speak. I already know what you're feeling, my Virgil. You don't need to tell me, nor do you need to beg."

Virgil's eyes squeeze shut, moaning in response. A thin line of drool glistens as it slides down Virgil's chin, dripping away as Virgil's head leans back and leaving a trail in it's wake.

"You're close? You want to come?"

"Mm-!"

Fingers curling around the base of Virgil's cock, Janus squeezes firmly and then strokes faster, while his fingers inside of Virgil continue pressing into his prostate at a leisurely pace. Virgil whines, trembling as Janus pleasures him, before he's coming suddenly over Janus's hand.

Virgil pants, as Janus pulls his fingers out of his hole, but then whines again as Janus's hand begins moving on his cock once more.

"Janus- Janus?"

"Shh, shh." Janus strokes him nice and slow, using his own semen as lubricant as he rubs his hand up and down Virgil's length. "Trust me. You need this. Let me help you relax completely."

And Virgil does.

He lays back, shuddering as Janus's thumb glides over the slit of his cock, smearing Virgil's mess over himself while going torturously slow, building the warmth in Virgil's body back up to its peak, until he's once again consumed by a ravaging heat plaguing his oversensitive flesh, causing each brush of Janus's hand over his pudgy stomach and each pump of his cock to make him moan.

But Janus is right. Janus is always right. Virgil needed this - he needed to relax some more. Sure, the tea had calmed him significantly, and he couldn't even remember how long it'd been since his first cup or when the television had been clicked off, but to be fully brainless and taken care of like this... it's what his body wanted. What his mind wanted. What he needed.

He feels his orgasm building, but doesn't do anything but moan, which has Janus softly encouraging him to let go. Let go of all the stress inside of him, all his worries, all his thoughts, and let Janus take care of him completely.

Completely, entirely, absolutely.

Virgil comes with a weak whimper, cock twitching as it spurts semen once again over himself and Janus, though this time Janus retracts his hand fully, making a small noise of disgust at the mess covering his fingers. He summons a towel to wipe the fluids away.

As he moves the towel over Virgil's body, he goes "there, all better. Wouldn't you agree?"

Virgil can't form the words to respond, but he hardly needs to anyway. Janus knows it's all better, and as he helps Virgil get his boxers back on, and then lays atop him to cuddle, Virgil can at least interpret that they still have a few more hours worth of relaxing to go. Nice, intimate relaxing, with Janus keeping his head tucked under Virgil's chin, and Virgil's arms lazily around his waist. Their heartbeats could sync, and so could their breathing.

Nice, intimate relaxing.

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Blood Doll: Part 3

Steve Harrington x Reader x Eddie Munson (Angst)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Masterlist | AO3 Link

Summary: Humans are such fragile creatures. It's a fact Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson don't fully realize until they're not human anymore. But they don't fully realize exactly how fragile until an accident severely hurts their favorite human: You.

Rating: Explicit - 18 & Up

Author Note: Afab Reader with they/them pronouns. Part 3 of 3. This fic has quickly become one of my favorites. I love writing about vampires and this AU has been so much fun! Enjoy!

CW: Vampire stuff (blood drinking, possessive behavior); slight Master/slave dynamic; fear of abandonment; miscommunication; smut (p n v, oral, hands, fingers); mentions of injuries (no descriptions).

Word Count: 7,355

It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for you to wake up with fuzzy memories from the night before.

Before Eddie and Steve were vampires, sure. Way back then it only happened after a night involving a lot of alcohol. Now it always happened to varying degrees after they fed. That couldn’t really be helped since you were still losing blood no matter how little they took. But it really hit hard if they got too close to your limit. This always resulted in you sleeping for an extended period of time and waking up with an extremely fuzzy head. It was just like waking up with a hangover, only without the headache and yet somehow worse.

However, it wasn’t usual for you to not remember much from the entire previous day.

You remembered going out for a bit to take Robin some lunch. She had forgotten hers and her backup had called in, so she was alone all day. You had stayed up there for a while until she had finished eating, helping a few customers find movies for her so she could get a decent break in. Afterwards, you left to come back home. You remembered seeing a car serving into your lane from oncoming traffic. Then you woke up in bed between Steve and Eddie.

You weren’t complaining about one thing though. It was a lovely thing to wake up to; being held by both of the men you loved.

You ended up laying there for quite a while after waking, just enjoying the moment and the feeling of them next to you. There was enough room on the queen size bed for each of you to have a bit of space between your bodies, but they were both curled close to you, leaving you very little room on either side. You took turns watching each one of them sleep as you let your head clear. They were both deeply passed out, Steve drooling a bit on his pillow and Eddie snoring. You couldn’t help but be enamored by the both of them while you laid there. Even before they were vampires, you had loved them both and could’ve stared at them for hours had you been able. As such, your annoyance faded away into a warm feeling in your stomach. You never could stay annoyed with either of them for long. Even when they were sleeping, just looking at them made it melt away.

Neither of them stirred when you gave each of them a soft kiss on the lips, nor a bit later when you carefully slipped out of bed.

While you were in the shower, you started trying to think harder about the day before. It seemed odd that couldn’t remember anything after that car swerved into your lane. Maybe shock was causing a gap in your memory? Knowing you, you got very stressed, then drunk and had some of Eddie’s finest afterward to wind down from it. But that still didn’t explain why you woke up in bed with both Eddie AND Steve instead of just Eddie. While they had both fed from you before while you were drunk, the three of you had never woken up in bed together before. Alcohol didn’t work the same way for them anymore as it did you. It only gave them a slightly warm, tingling feeling rather than a traditional buzz with judgement impairments. But that was only if they drank it from your system. Drinking straight alcohol did nothing for them anymore.

A thought occurred to you just then and you dropped the bar soap on your foot. Surely you didn’t confess your feelings to Steve while blackout drunk…did you? You had done far worse while drunk, that was for sure, so it wasn’t entirely out of the realm of possibility.

It’s not that you didn’t want to tell Steve how you felt. Far from it. Not too long ago, while in a state similar to this, you’d let your feelings about Steve slip to Eddie. Rather than be upset that you were still carrying around that old torch, he had been nothing but encouraging about your relationship with Steve. Since then, you’d thought of little else. You just wanted to wait for the right time.

You were still thinking over this as you wandered into the kitchen to look for food. While you were hungry, nothing in particular sounded good. You figured you needed to eat something though and decided to search the cabinets until you saw anything that appealed to you.

That’s when you got confused.

Very, very confused.

Ever since Eddie and Steve’s change, you only had to buy groceries for one person. They could eat but didn’t have to, so they didn’t for the most part. While that meant there wasn’t much food in the house by normal standards, there was always enough for you.

But now there was almost nothing left to eat. The refrigerator had been cleaned out of the leftovers you remembered being in there and there wasn’t anything left to cook that didn’t smell bad. Even your stashes of snacking supplies were gone.

This is what was puzzling you so much when your boys got up.

You didn’t even get the chance to put on clothes before Eddie swept you up into his arms, and Steve had you both in a bear hug. After a tear-filled reunion that confused you even more than you already were, you were filled in on what happened.

It isn’t everyday a person wakes up from what they thought was a normal night only to learn that they died almost a year ago, have been recovering from that and are now a vampire.

You took the news better than they expected, but they knew it was still a lot to take in. They tried to give you the time and space you needed to process things. This was still your time to heal, mentally and emotionally now. Even Eddie held his desires back, ready to give you all the time you needed until you were ready for him again, but Steve could tell it was affecting him more than he wanted to admit. He wanted you just as badly in all the ways he had you before. But he wouldn’t take more than you were willing to give, same as Steve. When you seemed to shut down and withdraw into yourself as you processed everything, at least you still got comfort from their presence. They both took solace in that fact, even though you stopped saying much while you worked through all of it.

The next few weeks were busy for you as you adjusted to your new reality. Not much had changed while you were sleeping, but Steve and Eddie were both fully self-sufficient hunters now. Each had developed their own methods for feeding, both of which were equally effective.

Steve preferred humans. Even though everyone else tasted bland in comparison to you, he couldn’t adapt to a strictly animal diet. He thought comparing humans to animals was like comparing home cooking to fast food. It wasn’t bad every once in a while, like when you’re in a hurry, but doesn’t taste anywhere as good. He usually stuck to bars, the guise of looking for a hook up working every time, even though he never did that during feedings. The women never remembered anything about it, or him, afterwards.

Eddie preferred animals. While he occasionally ran across drunk campers, young lovers, and hunters out in the woods, he was never comfortable feeding from humans. You were the only exception to that. The one and only time he let Steve talk him into it, the guilt tore away at him. Even though the man didn’t remember a thing, it made Eddie feel too much like a monster for his liking. Deer were his favorite and they also helped run out some of the energy he frequently built up. It was always catch and release, just like Steve with humans.

They taught you both methods, but then after you had some practice, you began going off alone to hunt. They wouldn’t know where you went, or what you even preferred. Any attempt to follow you failed. You were easily able to shake either one of them off your trail whenever they tried. Oddly, even though you were newer, your newfound vampiric abilities had slightly surpassed theirs.

This was a drastic shift in routine. Up until that point you had still been drinking from them. Even though it didn’t have the same effect on you all as it did when they fed from you, Steve soon found himself missing it. It was intimate in its own way, you sitting next to him and drinking from his wrist. Now it felt like the closeness you once shared with the two of them was disappearing. It worried him, and it hurt.

Steve and Eddie usually didn’t go hunting together since they preferred different meals, but occasionally they used that as an excuse to get away to talk about their worries. By this point, based on how you had pulled away from both of them, they were afraid you were going to leave. It was a fear that Eddie spoke first, but it was a thought that had been gnawing away at Steve too. It seemed like you didn’t need them, or even want them anymore. That more than anything else hurt the worse.

When they came home that night after their discussion, there was no sign of you anywhere, and the coffee table was littered with sheets of paper. Those hadn’t been there when they left. Curiously, Steve picked up one of the sheets and began to read it. When he realized what he was reading, his stomach sank.

It was your patient file from the hospital.

As if that weren’t bad enough in itself, among the papers were photographs that had been taken by the ER staff to document your injuries. Each one was more gruesome than the last. A strangled sounding cry left Eddie when he realized what he was seeing. Steve was chilled to the bone. It was shocking to both of them. While they had seen you in the hospital, seen the extent of the damage, that had been hours after it happened. That was all after you had been cleaned and bandaged up to the best of their ability. These photographs had been taken shortly after you arrived at the ER during the cleanup and documentation process.

Neither of them wanted to see these, but neither of them could bring themselves to look away. Not after knowing you had already seen them.

They never told you exactly what happened. You hadn’t been prepared for any of this.

Whenever the topic came up, which was often for a while, all they would say is that you were severely hurt in a head on collision from that swerving car you remembered seeing. They told you they decided to try turning you since it was the only shot you had. They left the state you were in afterwards fairly ambiguous too, saying you weren’t quite yourself while you recovered. They said you slept most of the time. You eventually stopped asking questions and they were both relieved.

Apparently, you hadn’t accepted that explanation like they thought you had.

By this point when they discovered your file, you were long gone. While you hadn’t taken a car, or anything aside from the clothes on your back, that didn’t mean you were nearby. You were actually much faster than even Eddie now on foot and could cover way more ground than they could, especially with the head start you had.

Steve and Eddie spent the next three nights searching for you. They spent hours out in the woods, combing the ground for any sign that could lead them to you.

When they came back on the third night from their nightly search, they discovered you had returned on your own. You were sitting in the center of the couch when they walked in, your legs pulled up to your chest with your arms wrapped around them. The expression on your face looked like you were trying to hold yourself together.

“They recommended unplugging me,” you said softly, not looking at either of them when they came in. “Zero chance of survival.”

Steve swallowed heavily. He glanced over at Eddie as if for guidance, only to find Eddie looking at him as if for the same reason.

“What was it like?” you asked. “What was I like before I woke up?”

You wanted to know every detail. So, they told you. Starting from when they got to your hospital room, they told you the whole story. Sitting on either side of you, they talked well past sunrise. The heavy curtains and cardboard in the windows allowed you all to stay awake comfortably. When you had questions, you asked them, but otherwise stayed silent.

It was quiet for a long time once they were done. They both knew this couldn’t be easy for you to hear.

“I should probably leave once the sun sets,” you said, finally breaking the silence.

While this had been one of their fears, actually hearing the words come from your mouth was terrifying.

“What?” Eddie said with surprise.

“Why?” said Steve with just as much surprise.

You sighed sadly, folding your hand into your lap.

“I’ve put you both through enough,” you said. “You’ve had to stop everything and take care of me. You couldn’t even enjoy your new lives thanks to me.” Tears began to run down your face. “Besides that, I’m not a human anymore. You don’t need me now that I’m a vampire.” The tears were coming faster now, but somehow your voice stayed steady. “You really don’t need me anymore at all. You’re doing just fine without me, if not better. And why you would still even want me around still after all I’ve-“

While Steve was growing increasingly horrified by your words, it was Eddie who put a stop to them.

In the blink of an eye, Eddie was off the couch, had shoved the coffee table out of the way and got on his knees in front of you. He took your face in both his hands and cut your words with a passionate kiss. When you got over the shock, you eagerly returned his kiss, bringing your hands up to rest on top of his. You started to tremble, and Steve scooted closer to you, close enough his body was slightly touching yours. He brought one hand up to softly stroke your back.

After a moment, Eddie pulled away to rest his forehead against yours and looked into your eyes.

“We will always need you,” Eddie said softly. “Always. And not want you, Princess? The very idea that even crossed your mind offends me.”

Before you could respond, Eddie took his hands away from your face and moved them down to your hips, where he gripped onto them tightly. In a small show of his strength, he easily lifted you off the couch while still on his knees and immediately plopped you right into Steve’s lap.

“Wha-“ you started to say, but Eddie silenced you with a finger to your lips.

“We’re not going to let another second go by without showing you how much you are still wanted,” he said, his tone soft and reassuring. “I know I’m not the only one that’s been aching to get a taste of you again.” Eddie glanced up at Steve. “Ain’t that right, big boy?”

Steve nodded without hesitation, bringing one hand up when you turned your head to look at him to gently stroke your cheek. He shifted under you, so you were sitting between his legs instead of on his lap. Your eyes were wide, disbelieving, like you were afraid this was all just a dream.

Eddie quickly kissed you again before grabbing the bottom of your shirt and pulling it off over your head, leaving your top half clothed only in your bra. After tossing your shirt away, he guided you to lean back against Steve’s chest, your neck easily accessible to him.

Even after Eddie had moved on to other places on your body to drink from, your neck was still Steve’s preferred spot. Being so close to your face, to your lips, so close he could kiss you, felt like it gave him some of the intimacy he wanted to have with you. While you were human though, Steve had shifted his biting lower, more towards your shoulder than on your neck proper. It was easier for you to cover there while they were healing. But now, tiny cuts like that healed within a couple of minutes. Meaning they could bite you wherever they wanted.

Steve slipped one arm around your waist, his fingers gliding over your bare skin. His other hand came up to both brush your hair away from your neck and tilt your head to the side in the same motion. He dipped his head down to softly kiss high up on your jaw before making his way down to your neck. You sucked in your breath slightly at the feeling, bringing one hand up to rest on his arm at your waist, while the other coming up behind Steve to grasp the back of his neck. He groaned into your skin as you pulled him down closer to you.

A light tug from your lower body broke the trance Steve found himself slipping into just from your smell and the feeling of your body against his. He opened his eyes in time to see Eddie pulling your pants off your legs. As soon as your pants were tossed away, his hands slid in between your legs and he gently took a hold of your right leg, lifting it slightly to drape over Steve’s thigh, spreading your legs wide for him.

Since Eddie had stopped using your neck after the first couple of feedings, Steve had never known where he preferred to take his meals on you. He never saw any marks except for his own. While he was always curious, he never felt it was polite to ask since it was a severely personal question. But now with you nearly naked, he could easily see the faint scaring high up on your inner thighs.

Steve had to give points to Eddie for creativity on that one.

When Eddie started peppering kisses from the inside of your knee up, starting to make his way up to favorite his drinking spot, Steve turned his attention back to you.

He kissed his way down your neck as his eyes swept over your body, one hand sliding up from your waist to squeeze one of your tits. Steve rolled your nipple between his fingers through your bra, and you moaned softly, arching your chest towards his hand.

By this point, he could feel small trembles running through your body. The hand you had on his arm went down to grip his thigh, a soft gasp leaving your lips as he grazed his teeth over your skin. When you started to squirm in his arms, presumably from something Eddie was doing, Steve groaned into your neck. Anytime you moved, your ass pushed back against his erection. He resisted the urge to start humping against you, instead dropping his free hand down to one of your hips and holding you tightly in place. It sounded like you were about to protest, but you didn’t get to before he sank his fangs directly into your jugular.

When the first taste of your blood hit his tongue, a loud carnal moan left Steve’s throat. Whatever it was that made you taste so amazing to him as a human was amplified tenfold now that you were a vampire. Judging from the moan that soon came from Eddie, he agreed. There was absolutely nothing, or no one, that compared to the way you tasted.

Pulling his mouth away from you neck, Steve slid his hand up from your tits to take ahold of your chin. He turned your face towards his, crashing his lips into yours in a passionate kiss. It was the first time the two of you had ever kissed and it was even better than he’d ever imagined. A low moan came from your as his tongue pushed into your mouth.

Steve felt you try to move your hips just then, like you were trying to start grinding back into him. He gripped onto you harder, locking you into place. Another moan left your throat, louder and higher pitched now, and your whole body squirmed against him. He barely had time to wonder what was going on before you broke the kiss by throwing your head back into his shoulder with a loud cry of pleasure. Steve let his eyes open and saw Eddie was still between your legs, but he was not drinking from you anymore. The holes on your thigh had been left unattended and were halfway closed already.

Instead, Eddie had your underwear pushed to the side and had his face buried in your cunt. From the angle the three of you were at, Steve really couldn’t see much aside from the top of Eddie’s head. Judging from the sounds you were making though, Eddie wasn’t going for a slow buildup. Steve started kissing the side of your neck again, keeping his eyes open this time. He wanted to see everything.

Just as your moans were getting louder, Eddie finally pulled back some. While Steve still couldn’t see much, he could definitely see Eddie teasing his middle and ring fingers along your slit before slowly sinking them into you.

Your back arched up away from Steve’s chest and the moan you let out right next to his ear made his hips involuntarily thrust forward against your ass. His cock was already throbbing and that just made it worse. He tightened his grip on your hip, watching as Eddie’s free hand went to your other hip to help hold you in place. You gasped softly at being held down and were soon moaning as Eddie started working his fingers in and out of you at a fast pace.

Glancing up, Eddie finally noticed Steve watching and then he shrugged with a sheepish grin.

“She tastes even better after she cums,” he explained.

Without another word, Eddie dipped back down to your cunt. Based on the way your moans and gasps became high and breathless, and the way you gripped onto him even tighter, Steve was sure your clit was getting the proper amount of attention. He continued kissing and softly nipping at your at neck as your moaning grew louder. Eddie brought you to the edge of your orgasm quickly. Soon it was hard for even both of them to keep you still.

“I-I’m - fuck! I’m g-gonna cum,” you gasped out, fingers gripping at the back of Steve’s neck and his thigh.

He quickly slid his lips up from your neck to your earlobe, softly nipping it before whispering into your ear.

“Then cum for us, baby.”

Your orgasm hit you right after that. Your back arched upwards completely away from Steve’s chest and you screamed, your whole body shaking as the feeling washed over you. Eddie stayed on your clit until you were well over the edge, then quickly moved his mouth to your inner thigh. He kept working his fingers into you as he started drinking from you again. Steve followed suit, quickly latching back onto your neck. Your moaning sharply increased in pitch again, sounding as if you went over the edge again just from being bitten.

Now Steve understood why Eddie had such a tough time feeding after the accident. It wasn’t that he couldn’t hunt or didn’t want to. It was the fact that nothing was ever going to taste good or right to him again after this. You already tasted better than anyone else as a human. While the downgrade back then had been very unsatisfying, it was still doable. But now? He wouldn’t be able to go back. Not unless he absolutely had to. It already took everything he had to pull himself away from your neck again and back to your lips, but he made himself, not sure what your tolerance was now. Judging from how you didn’t show any signs of fatigue or exhaustion as you kissed him back, it was much higher. But it was still probably better to be cautious.

Quite suddenly, you were forcefully yanked out of Steve’s lap. He didn’t have time to process why before you were back, only you had been turned around. You were now kneeling on the floor and bent over Steve’s body lengthwise, laying on him and nearly face to face with him.

The sound of tearing fabric drew Steve’s attention and he saw Eddie shredding your underwear with his bare hands to get them off you.

“Getting impatient?” Steve said, unable to stop himself from teasing his friend.

This got a soft giggle from you and Steve couldn’t help but grin at you. You bit your lip, blushing a little at his grin, your eyes sparking.

“Been patient long enough,” Eddie grunted, yanking his belt open.

While Eddie was getting his pants down, Steve shifted his position a little to be more comfortable for the both of you. While he could’ve easily joined in at this point, it didn’t seem right to intrude on this long-awaited portion of your reunion. Instead, as Eddie was getting into position behind you, Steve took your face in both of his hands and stroked your cheeks with his thumbs, holding your gaze with his until Eddie started to push his hard length into your core. You squeezed your eyes shut then, and the sounds that left your mouth were pornographic.

“O-oh fuck…” you moaned deeply, clutching onto the front of Steve’s shirt.

Steve knew the exact moment Eddie bottomed out inside of you from the way you dropped your forehead down to his chest with a cry. The long string of curses and praise from Eddie also gave it away.

“Holy s-shit,” he groaned, his own eyes closing and his head falling forward. “I f-fucking forgot how g-good you feel.”

After giving you a moment to adjust to him, Eddie began with a slow pace, but was soon snapping his hips forward firmly enough to hit a certain spot deep inside you. Each of your moans came out now with a gasp, your body jarring in Steve’s arms with the force of the thrusting. An exceptionally hard one pushed the lower part of your stomach directly against Steve’s crotch. Steve quickly lifted you slightly to shift you away from his erection, not wanting to cum in his pants when he had yet to really touch you.

At this point, he didn’t think he’d really have to wait that much longer. Between your moans turning into loud cries of Eddie’s name and Eddie’s groans turning into loud whimpers of yours, you both sounded extremely close.

Eddie slid one hand up from your waist to hold onto your shoulder. Your cries became a wail as he used the extra leverage to pound deeper and harder into you. Steve swept one hand from where it had been stroking your back, around to under your chin. He lifted your head slightly from where it had dropped on his chest so he could see your face again.

“Look at me while you cum,” he softly ordered you.

You were only able to open your eyes halfway, but you held eye contact so that was good enough for him. The newfound intensity of staring right into Steve’s lust blown eyes seem to push you straight over the edge.

“Oh my god!” you cried, your fingers gripping onto Steve’s chest tightly.

“Yeah?” Eddie said breathlessly, adding a bit more force to his thrusts.

Your eyes squeezed shut then, your cheeks flushing brightly, and your body shaking hard from the intensity of your orgasm. Steve couldn’t help but grin as brought his other hand up to cup your face in his hands again, helping you hold your head up so he could keep watching your expression.

He couldn’t wait to see how your face looked when he was the one fucking you.

“Fuuuck, Y/N, god, shit!” Eddie cried out, throwing his head back as his hips slammed hard into yours.

Eddie’s thrusting became erratic and forceful as he tried, but failed, to fuck you through your orgasm before he came. With his last few thrusts, his hips stuttered, and moans of your name flowed from his lips.

As his movements became still, the sounds coming from both of you quieted to soft gasps and heavy breathing. Steve gently let your head down to lay with your cheek against his chest. He started stroking your hair and you nuzzled into his chest. When he softly kissed the top of your head, you tilted your head up slightly, allowing him to kiss you on the forehead.

It took a minute before either of you moved. When you started to stir on Steve, Eddie followed you lead. He shifted behind you and slid his cock out of you, making you whimper. He leaned down to pepper kisses across your upper back, the hand on your shoulder softly rubbing down your back.

“Are you okay, Princess?” Eddie asked softly. When you nodded, he shook his head. “The rules haven’t changed any. Use your words.”

“Y-yeah, I’m okay,” you said, and then licked your lips to wet them before a small smile appeared. “I s-swear though, you two are g-going to be the death of me.”

Eddie snort laughed and made a rimshot noise, while Steve snickered into your hair, kissing the top of your head again.

Leaning down, Eddie placed a soft kiss of your shoulder as he looked into your eyes.

“I’ve missed you so fucking much,” he said softly against your skin. “But you two have some catching up to do, too.”

Eddie got to his feet and slipped off to the bedroom, closing the door behind him. A little bit later, you two could hear his record player start up, the music just loud enough to mask any sounds coming from the living room.

Steve was confused at first considering he had just fucked you right there in front of him. But then he realized that Eddie didn’t mind what was about to happen, but he was trying to give you two the same amount of privacy that he had while first claiming you. While Steve had left your trailer back then to accomplish this, Eddie couldn’t do that as easily. Plus, Steve doubted Eddie was done with you for the night anyway and didn’t want to go very far. He knew he wouldn’t.

The two of you stayed like that for a bit after Eddie left the room, cuddling in this odd position, but eventually you lifted your head a little. Face to face again, you smiled at him, eyes glittering with happiness and blown with lust.

“Hi,” you said softly.

“Hi,” Steve said back, nearly whispering.

You tilted your head up a little and shifted your body as if to lean in to kiss him, but then stopped.

“Did…Eddie tell you?”

Instead of answering, Steve circled one hand around to the back of your neck and pulled you the rest of the way to him in a kiss.

He tried to keep it soft at first, sweet and intimate but still deep. But it wasn’t long before desire won out, the kiss turned hungry, and you started crawling up into Steve’s lap right at the same moment as he was started pulling you into his lap.

Your bra wasn’t taken off; it was shredded. So was Steve’s shirt. He flipped you out of his lap and onto your back on the couch next to him. His brain was short circuiting as he quickly got onto his knees between your legs. It was so short circuited he just tore open the front of his pants and boxers rather than take the extra time to actually take them off. After that, he was laying on top of you, lips back on yours as he slid one arm under you to hold you close. You pulled your legs up high over his waist, locking your ankles behind him.

Reaching around your thigh, Steve grasped the base of his shaft. He ran the tip of his cock through your wet folds, making you gasp as rubbed your clit. He managed to hold on to a bit of self-control somehow to do this again, making your thighs clench around him. Sliding back down, he then circled the head right at the outside of your dripping cunt before slowly sinking himself into you.

The kiss paused as you both moaned and gasped into each other’s mouths. Inch by inch, Steve’s cock pushed into your throbbing heat, your cunt clenching as if drawing him in. He dropped his head against your shoulder, a tremble going through his legs as his full length finally settled into you. You were so wet, so warm, so tight that Steve had to just lay there for a moment composing himself.

When he finally thought he wouldn’t blow his load immediately, he started to move, his hips starting out with a slow, gentle pace. Soft moans began to fall from your lips, your head lowered back down, and Steve could see your face again, but your eyes were closed.

“L-Look at m-me,” Steve barely managed to get out as he struggled to keep his pace steady.

As much as he wanted to take his time with you, as much as he wanted to make it romantic and show you he felt so much more for you than just as his friend and a meal. But as much Steve wanted to show you physically how much he loved you, it was all over the moment your eyes opened and looked into his. Judging from how you clenched around him, it was over for you too.

Steve’s thrusts suddenly became hard and unrelenting. There was no buildup from the slow pace to this, earning a sharp cry of pleasure from your lips. A few thrusts was all it took before you came undone around his cock, your walls clenching around him like a warm, wet vice. Between how you felt and the sounds coming from you, he was quickly driven over the edge himself. His cock twitched as he thrust into you, shooting his cum deep inside you…

…and finally claiming you as his.

You both were shaking, panting, and gasping, clinging onto each other as if the other would disappear. Steve buried his face in your neck, sure he had never cum that hard before in his life. He had certainly never, ever felt anyone cum around his cock as hard as you did. Even now, a few minutes later, you were only just now starting to relax from the intensity.

Once the shaking had subsided and you both could move, Steve began kissing you again before slowly sliding himself out of you. You softly moaned into his mouth at the action.

He slowly pulled back to look at you.

“Think we should go check of Eddie?” he asked, grinning down at you.

“Yeah,” you said with a blissful smile. “He’s probably getting lonely and missing us.”

It took a moment for Steve to be able to stand, where he pulled what was left of his clothes off before helping you up. Once you were steady, you took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom where Eddie was waiting.

There was no telling how long you all went for. Hours, all night even. You certainly didn’t have any idea. The new levels of stamina granted from being a vampire made you all insatiable. It was a long time before you were done with either of them, or they were done with you.

You lost track of how many times you came, how many times they did, even at times who was doing what to you. And you didn’t even care, you were so lost in them and all of the sensations they made you feel.

After you woke up from your walking coma, you had indeed needed time to process everything that happened, but you hadn’t needed any space from them in order to do it. Instead of making it easier for you to work things out in your head like your boys thought it would, you interpreted it as their feelings changed. It cut you like a knife and that’s what caused you to pull away. It was an attempt to save yourself the heartbreak you thought was going to happen when they finally left you.

But now you knew better. They didn’t say it outright. They didn’t have to. They made sure you felt it over and over and over again.

When you all finally exhausted each other, the three of you collapsed into the bed with you in the middle. One of them pulled a blanket up to cover you all just before sleep came.

You were always the first to wake and today was no exception. Opening your eyes, you were greeted by the sight of Eddie’s sleeping face just inches from yours. A smiled pulled at your lips as you woke up, becoming aware of how you all were laying.

You were literally sandwiched between Eddie and Steve, all three of you laying on your sides and pressed against each other. Steve was behind you, his chest tight against your back and his arm wrapped around you just below your tits. Eddie was pressed against you almost chest to chest. You had one hand resting against his chest and your leg was draped over Eddie’s hip. His hand was resting on your ass, as if holding it there. Both Eddie and Steve were both semi hard in their sleep; you could feel Steve’s growing erection against your ass and Eddie’s against your slit.

That was all it took. You bit you bottom lip, feeling the heat growing between your legs.

You always had this problem even before your change.

Well…it wasn’t a problem, per say. Ever since Eddie claimed you, you always woke up extremely horny for him. It was more curious than anything since you'd never had this reaction to anyone before. Even when you were human, feeling his naked body next to you first thing in the morning drove you wild. You usually ended up waking him up with your hands or your mouth, but Eddie never complained.

Now it would seem that Steve also had the same effect on you.

Shifting your head forward, you softly started kissing Eddie’s lips as your hand slipped down his body, fingertips brushing down the center of his chest. Eddie stirred slightly at your touch but didn’t quite wake up yet. As your hand reached his lower abdomen, you shifted your hips back so you could reach between you to wrap your fingers around his cock. This caused your ass to roll back into Steve’s erection, and he groaned in his sleep. You felt them both get harder, Steve against your ass and Eddie in your hand.

Eddie's hips jerked towards your hand, his eyes finally fluttered open and looked at you.

“Morning baby,” you whispered against his lips, as you slowly rolled your hips backwards again, making Steve grunt and start to stir.

“And a good morning to you too, Jesus Christ…” Eddie said softly, groaning deeply as he woke up to you stroking his cock.

“Is it still okay if I wake you up like this?”

“Princess, I-I’ll never- oh f-fuck,” his words broke off with a gasp as you adjusted your grip, your hand gliding up and down the full length of his shaft. “I-I will never, ever say no to this.”

Eddie’s hips started to buck forward into your hand. The movement in the bed finally made Steve float the rest of the way up into the waking world. When you heard him sleepily yawn behind you, you slowly rolled your ass back against him again, causing his cock to slip between your legs and your slit rub against his length.

“Huh, wha-“ Steve started to say, then you wiggled your hips, causing him to gasp and his hand to go down from your chest to grasp your hip.

You turned to look at him over your shoulder, watching as he bit his lip while he started to grind himself against your ass.

“Morning sweetie,” you said, brushing your lips over his cheek as you stroked Eddie a little faster, making him groan.

“M-morning,” Steve panted into your shoulder as the head of his cock rubbed along your slit. “Fuck, you’re so wet already…”

You didn’t answer him, just giggled softly as you removed your hand from Eddie’s cock. He started to protest, but then your hand moved over to rest on his hip and you gently started to push at him so he would roll onto his back. His eyes widened a bit as he realized what was happening and he quickly helped you by rolling himself the rest of the way over.

“B-Better get used to it, Stevie-Boy,” you heard Eddie say in a shaky voice as you started kissing your way down his chest. “T-that seems to be their t-thing.”

Before Steve could say anything, you rolled your hips against him again and he cussed as the tip of his cock briefly dipped inside you. It made you whimper softly, wanting more of him than just that.

“T-thing?” Steve panted, and your cunt throbbed as you felt him moving around to get into a better position behind you.

Having kissed your way down Eddie’s torso, you were now eye level with his cock. You softly brushed your lips down the length of his shaft, coaxing little moans out of him with each kiss.

“H-Hard to e-explain,” Eddie grunted, one hand going to the back of your head as you circled your tongue around the head of his cock. “Y-you know how Y/N tastes s-so fucking good to us? Well- fuck!”

You heard his head flump back onto the pillow as you took half of his length into your mouth in one go. By now, Steve was up and had shifted your body for you, so you were up on your knees. He rested one hand on your ass and the other slid between your legs, softly rubbing your bare cunt. Your mouth vibrated around Eddie’s cock as you moaned softly.

“Well what?” Steve breathed shakily, his fingers running along each side of your outer lips.

“S-shit,” Eddie said, struggling to get the words out as you started bobbing your head up and down on him. “Y/N- god…sex for them is like the f-feeding for us. T-they can't keep their hands off me.”

There were no more words after that as your mouth went all the way down onto his cock. It wasn’t but a few seconds before they both had you filled from either end, your name falling from their lips as if you were a goddess and your body was their alter of worship.

It was a good morning indeed.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #vampire eddie munson #vampire steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader

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magicalgirlmascot · 7 months

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God I've been thinking about the KNPS Inika stuff a lot lately which is GARBAGE because that's not something that's happening for literal years in-universe and I have no idea if I'm ever going to write that stuff BUT ALSO if I don't get this stuff out of my head it's going to give me brain rot so here we go (spoilers for main KNPS fic ahoy)

So I figure they become Toa in their last year of high school. The former KNPS students have largely drifted apart by this point. They still see each other in classes and stuff, but with a few exceptions they kinda got their own lives away from each other once they weren't the only seven people their age that they knew. Some of them started hanging with the kids a year younger than them more once they got to high school, too, but largely they're kind of scattered. Takua and Jaller are still best friends, but Jaller and Hahli have drifted a lot, to the point where both of them have tried dating others. Hewkii and Macku, on the other hand, had a very tearful goodbye when he graduated, then a miserable year apart, and then they got back together when she got to high school and have been very happy together since, but now there's a lot of stress and anticipation for his upcoming high school graduation and what that might mean for them. Kongu has an entirely separate friend group, Nuparu too, and Matoro mostly hangs around the library with Kopeke. All of them, however, the ones from a year behind included, are still friends with Takua.

I haven't figured out all the logistics yet, but they still get struck by lightning and become Toa at some point. So they're having to go through their senior year of high school thrust back together with powers they don't understand or know how to control and their main mentor is Takua of all people.

Vakama has such a headache.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the Toa Mata are doing their own thing. Some of them have gotten married. Onua and Lewa bought a house that Onua has turned the entire front lawn of into a massive garden. There's also some large trees in the backyard that Lewa likes to sleep in, draped over the branches like a leopard. Vakama, Nokama, and Matau have long since moved in together. Onewa retired about a year ago but comes in to supply sometimes and he complains about it every time but won't take his name off the supply list.

Things have been quiet at Kini Nui since the events of the main fic, but trouble is brewing and our new Toa are just the team to deal with it. Maybe. Look I'm gonna be honest most of what I've been thinking about here has been character stuff and not plot stuff. Half of it has been shoving Matoro at various characters to figure out who I want to ship him with and picturing Nuparu in shop class because that's where I'm at as a person right now.

#bionicle #ficblogging #knps #my back hurts and i cant sit at my computer to write rn so yall get this youre welcome

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leggerefiore · 2 years

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Fluff fluff fluff! How about some headcanons for submas with a s/o who dotes and motherhens them when they're sick?

pfft if Emmet is sick the world is ending.

▲Ingo▼

● You so desperately wanted to tell him “I told you so”, but resisted as you watched him sniffle pitifully, a heavy red flush across his face. He had been feeling more tired the days previous and complaining of headaches, and you told him to lay off his overtime and rest more. Naturally, Ingo ignored your warning and threw himself more into paperwork, as some new incident reared its ugly head. Now, your workaholic boyfriend paid the toll of ignore his body. A hand to his forehead told you was burning. Hazy, squinted, silver eyes stared up at you. You couldn't be mean to him, not when he looked so pitiful and desperate.

● Leaving him with an ice pack and a glass of water on the bedside table, you moved into the kitchen to make him some soup. He had completely lost his appetite, but he still needed to eat something. You were just putting the lid on to let the dish simmer when you heard crying. Panicking, you rushed back to the bedroom to see Ingo half out of bed in tears. More sobs left him when he saw you, reaching out for you desperately. You coo at the poor man and help him back onto the bed. His hand tightly gripped your arm, “P-Please don't leave me… I don't like being alone…” You run a hand through his sweaty hair and promise him that you'd never leave his side. He closes his eyes and whimpers at that.

● You sat beside him on the bed, feeding him the soup. His body was still a bit weak for you to feel comfortable letting him hold the spoon. He hummed as the nutritional broth went down his throat. Ingo was unbearably cute at times, even with his frown still heavy across his face. It was so rare he let his strict, authoritative work personality fully go. He seemed so defenceless here that it was like he had always been this way. The emptied porcelain clicked as you placed the spoon in it. Pressing a soft kiss to Ingo's head, he wrapped his arms around you. “Rest, love,” you told him. He nodded.

● Drawing him out a bath, you planned to wash him from how much he had sweated during his fever. You added is favourite oils and bubbles to the tub and made sure the water was a reasonable temperature for him. You help him from the bed to the bathroom and out of his clothes, which he complains about and says he can do himself. He tries and about crashes into the toilet, so he relents control back to you. Sitting down the tub, he groans at the feeling, aching body put into a momentary ease. You scrub him as much as he'll let you before moving to wash his hair. The older twin leans back into your touch as your fingers dance across his tense scalp. Poor baby carried more stress than he was ever willing to admit. As soon as he was clean, he was back into bed.

● You moved to leave in order to let him rest, but he pleaded with you to stay, acting with motions more akin to his younger brother rather than himself. You couldn't say no to his sad eyes and laid down beside him. A nap for you wouldn't hurt, either. Ingo's arms pulled close to him while his head rested on your chest. He hummed softly as he slowly drifted to sleep. He'd feel better soon, you were certain. His fever had already gone down. You wondered why he was so afraid to be alone, however. Had Emmet taken care of him when he was ill before you? Did he have to cuddle with his fever-ridden brother? You couldn't see it.

● Ingo apologised for how he acted the next morning, feeling well enough to be more independent again. He had tried to go to work, too, but you refused. Two days of rest wouldn't kill him, and Emmet already said it was okay, more worried about his older brother working himself into an early grave than you were. “It was childish of me to force you to stay with me…” he flustered, “If I had been contagious…” You shook your head. Ingo's self-suffering nature had returned. “Well, you weren't,” you countered while pressing as a kiss to his temple, “Oh, how terrible! My boyfriend wanted to cuddle with me and take a nap! Ingo, you know I don't mind taking care of you.” He nodded. You got up from the bed with the promise of more soup for him.

▽Emmet△

○ You watched as Emmet curled around his Eelektross in tears. The cool flesh of the eel pokemon countered his heat body, a fever having blossomed that morning. Apparently, something had been going around Nimbasa and working in the subway was a sure-fire way to catch every disease known to man. Of course, dear Emmet never seemed to catch anything. His body was a machine that never slowed nor stalled. Until today. He so clearly hated it, bursting into tears and falling into a coughing fit. The younger twin had looked so pitiful and desperate. He whined with a scratchy voice when you got up and left him to go grab water and medicine for him.

○ While you were digging through your medicine cabinet for a fever reducer, you heard aggressive thumping. You turned around and saw Emmet running up to you, with a completely red face. Eelektross watched from the door frame with pitiful fish eyes. Emmet's arms came around your waist while he sobbed into your stomach. You ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “Em, I'm trying to find you medicine,” you explained softly. He shook his head and buried his face deeper. “I am Emmet, and I need you!” the younger twin cried and tried to pull you back to bed. You managed to negotiate him down and got the medicine out for him. He huffed but took them. You were forced, however, to cuddle with him (and Galvantula who scuttled up from somewhere) until he fell back asleep.

○ Creeping out of his chokehold of an embrace, you went into the kitchen to start on some food. Just as you were putting the lid on the soup and had checked on the cake, you heard sobbing. Rushing back to the bedroom, you saw Emmet clinging to poor Galvantula in tears. Hazy, unsteady eyes caught your visage, and he whimpered. “It's okay sweetheart; I'm just making some food for you,” you wrangled the spider from his grip which they chirped about, “I'm not gone, just in the other room.” The Subway Boss shook his head and grabbed your arm. “Not good enough!” he whined, “What if you leave me forever? I had a nightmare that you left me!” You pressed a kiss to his forehead and promised that you would never do such a thing. He still refused to let you go.

○ “Stop it,” he complained as you held the spoon out to him, “I am an adult. I can feed myself.” You shook your head. He had already tried and spilt soup on the duvet. “You're shaking like a leaf, Em,” you brought the utensil to his lips, “Look, I'll cuddle with you more if you eat.” His mouth opened instantly. It was adorable to see him so vulnerable. Sure, he acted like he was sometimes, but you were fully aware that it was a facade. Emmet simply found it easier to act as he always had. Hiding behind Ingo when in a situation he felt uncomfortable in or didn't want to handle, or acting innocent when accused of things he did and didn't want to face repercussions of his actions. Here, however, as he allowed you to bring the brother to his lips, was pure and veritable weakness. It was cute how much he trusted you, and how being sick truly weakened the man.

○ You told him one last thing before you would lay down with him. He huffed but let you grab it. Since he was sick, his face had been twitched down into a gloomy frown, looking not unlike his old brother. It had made you sad, but you had a plan. Something that never failed to make Emmet smile. “Ta-da!” you exclaimed and revealed the Joltik cupcake to him. He gasped and reached out for it. “Darling! Cute!” He cooed and observed the dessert. You smiled at him and sat down on the bed. The poor thing was completely devoured in seconds by the man, who now had crumbs and icing off his face. You sighed and grabbed a tissue. Cleaning up his face, he pouted again. “You are not Ingo, nor are you my mom,” he complained. You shut him up with a kiss and laid beside him. He grinned at that and locked his arms around you, legs tangling with yours. “Mmm… Now I nap,” he spoke simply and closed his eyes. You buried your face into his chest. You, too, would nap.

○ The next day, it was as if he was never sick in the first place. He tightened his tie to his collar and placed on his white cap in the mirror. You stared at him in amazement. “Don't even feel a little sick still?” you asked, genuinely surprised. He shook his head, “Nope!” His coat was slipped on, and he stashed away a few of the leftover cupcakes into a bowl with a lid. “All I needed was love,” he giggled and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You rolled your eyes. He certainly demanded it, either way.

cw: all sfw, just poly under cut

▲Double Trouble▽

● You could only state at the sick men in amusement. It was one of the rare few times they appeared actually identical. The same heavy frowns played at their faces. Well, smaller differences were apparent in Emmet's messier hair and how a sole Joltik cuddled up to him, while Ingo's hair was slightly longer and Chandelure hovered dutifully nearby. Both had caught a cold that was going around the station and both seemed miserable. You had put them in the same bed in an attempt to keep yourself from catching it, but at the same time they were a bit too out of it to be taking care of themselves.

○ “Darling! You should cuddle with us!” Emmet exclaimed while you lingered in the doorway. Ingo perked up when he hears his brother's words. Hazy silver eyes looked at you with such adoration. “… You should. It's lonely here,” his voice was scratchy and weak. You were stunned. Ingo actually was agreeing with Emmet's bad idea. They really must have been sick. “Sorry boys, I have soup on the stove,” you explained, “Maybe after that.” The younger groaned while the older rolled over to hide his face. Soft hiccups echoed in the room as you moved to return to the kitchen. Dashing back, you saw Ingo curled into himself, whimpering, while Emmet looked at him concerned. You rushed to the bed and grabbed Ingo's shoulder. “D-Dear, please stay! I feel so cold!” he sounded so desperate. You could remain for just a few moments longer, you supposed.

● You fed Ingo the soup gently while Emmet absolutely decimated his bowl on the other side of the bed. It was slammed down while he watched enviously how you doted over his older brother. It was unfair! He was the younger and cuter brother. “Honey…” he whined, “I want your attention, too! I am your boyfriend, too!” You finished feeding Ingo the broth and crawled into the bed. With how they were whining, it seemed like you would just have to risk getting sick. You lied between the two and squeaked as both twins enclosed around you. Ingo laid on your chest while Emmet squeezed you to him. It was enough to nearly lull you to sleep, but you resisted. You still needed to get a bath ready for Ingo or – or! Ingo's soft hums and Chandelure's soft melodies wore down on your resolve. Resting on Emmet, you yawned and feel asleep. Warmth all around from your boyfriends.

○ You woke up before them later that day and managed to escape their embrace. Silently, you took the bowls and did the dishes. A bath was readied for Ingo while you finished decorating some cupcakes for Emmet. Footsteps echoed behind you while arms encircled your waist. A face buried itself into your shoulder. “Emmet?” you wondered, seeing as the affection wasn't uncommon from the younger twin. “No…” Ingo's voice was weaker, “You left… We were so sad. Please come back, my love…” You had just finished the last cupcake. “Actually, Ingo, I have a bath ready for you,” you turn around to face him, “And some cupcakes for Emmet. How about we do those and then return to bed?” He agreed.

● Emmet actually ended up joining Ingo in a bath. Well, after Ingo had got in and out. You listened to his giggles while lathered the shampoo through his hair. His smile was back for a moment. How long had it been since he took an actual bath? You had no idea. He sneaked a few kisses throughout his cleaning and measly pulled you into an embrace while dripping wet. Emmet didn't deserve his dessert after that, but you still gave it to him. You smiled as he excitedly ate it. Ingo even betrayed his usual distaste for sugary things and had one. “I can't taste at all,” he admitted, “I could believe I'm just eating bread.” You weren't sure whether you should be offended or not. Eventually, however, you were all settled back into bed and slept the night away.

○ Emmet cooed as you glared at him. You woke up the next morning sluggish and congested. Ingo held you closer to him. “Mmm, gross,” the younger twin spoke, “My older brother and partner are sick!” Emmet had seemingly shaken the illness off overnight while Ingo only appeared minorly better. “Go to work already, Emmet!” Ingo snapped while holding you close. You buried your face into his chest. Emmet snickered a few times before bidding you both a farewell. “I'm sorry about him, dear…” his hand combed through your hair, “I should have been more responsible, as now you have caught our ailment.” You yawned and shook your head. “I made the choice,” you moved into a better position under the covers, “Now… Cuddle with me!” He gladly did.

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #pokemon x reader #ingo x reader x emmet #ingo/reader #emmet/reader #ingo/reader/emmet

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hmshermitcraft · 10 months

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Gem, Impulse and Pearl all have really good immune systems. None of them get sick often. Which is why when they're sick it's kind of a nightmare.

Pearl gets really loud and whiny. If you don't pay attention to her for even a minute, she'll start screaming and complaining like a child even if her throat hurts.

Impulse however, he gets really really quiet and pouty. He won't tell you what he wants but if he doesn't get whatever he wants he goes to a corner to sulk.

Gem gets really really clingy. She can and will latch onto the nearest hermit and not let go for hours. If she doesn't have a hermit cuddling her it's a 50/50 chance of her either sulking like Impulse or screaming at the top of her lungs like Pearl.

One time the three of them got sick at the same time. It really was a joint effort between the hermits. The fact that they were together and causing chaos on purpose really didn't help. The three of them are so lucky that the hermits love them.

(Some hermits even join them when they throw tantrums. Scar, Ren and Grian will join Pearl in screaming even if they're perfectly fine. Bdubs, Zed and False will join Impulse in the sulking corner even if they don't have anything to sulk about. Keralis, Iskall, Stress and Cleo are there joining Gem in whatever tantrum she decides to do.)

They're not sure if Ren and Grian are screaming with Pearl in solidarity or to tease her. It gives everyone in the vicinity a headache regardless.

Of course, because they all insist on clinging to whoever they can, it quickly causes a chain reaction of sickness throughout the hermits. Isn't it good the trio are great at providing soup?

#hermitshipping #submission #impulse tag #gem tag #pearl tag #impearlgem #polyhermits #jolnareff #mod 🎀#weekly theme: sickfics

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bigfan-fanfic · 10 months

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Sensory Overload (Male!Reader x Kaidan Alenko)

Could I request just some fluffy stuff with Kaidan. Maybe he meets a guy in a support group for biotics that have/have had issues with their chips and the two just hit it off? All that first date cuteness and a maybe a little bit of one-upping each other with light biotic tricks.

He gets placed with mostly L2s, like him.

That way they're likely to face similar issues with their biotic implants, although not all of them are in active military service like Kaidan is.

Nor is any other L2 as likely to be putting their implants under as much stress as him.

The biotic support group mainly caters to L2s, so they're all roughly of similar age. And their groups are generally about 4 or 5 people, sorted by severity of reported symptoms so they can have similar experiences to talk about.

Kaidan's suffered some bad migraines and discomfort, but counts himself lucky enough not to have developed any of the other side effects, from blindness or deafness to schizophrenia or hallucinations.

That's where he meets you.

It's a place of relief, where you can finally be with people who "get" it, who don't look at you funny for whining about a headache, or complaining about the implants.

Especially when you all were implanted before you could have had any choice in the matter.

But really, while you can all commiserate, it's even more helpful to see that others can live and thrive too - that you're not alone.

Kaidan smiles when you talk in group about how you used to be ambivalent to downright resentful about your powers, but you've come to accept them as part of who you are, and you actually do enjoy the good that comes with the bad.

Kaidan's on an extended shore leave, so... he asks you out.

You two already know each other fairly well from group, so dinner isn't the usual nervous and fidgety affair of a typical first date.

He asks you back to his apartment on the Citadel to cook together, since neither of you feels like a restaurant, and so the date begins.

"It's nice to see you out of your military fatigues."

"What, did you think I wore them all the time?" he chuckles. "Or is that a subtle way of telling me that I'm underdressed?"

You take a look down at his white t-shirt and cargo pants. "To be honest, you look good - even if you still kinda dress military."

He laughs. "Are you gonna ogle or help? I have some veggies that need chopping."

"I happen to be an excellent multitasker." you grin, before using your biotics to deftly summon a chef's knife from the impressive block of kitchen knives on Kaidan's counter and start mincing.

Not to be outdone, Kaidan starts grating some cheese while using his own powers to get some drinks poured.

There's a playful one-upsmanship to the rest of the cooking process, the two of you grinning and showing off both biotic and cooking ability.

"Alright, alright!" you grin as you carry the food to the table and he tops off your drinks. "You win."

"I'm sure I have NO idea what you're talking about." Kaidan smirks, only to be surprised when you biotically pull in his chair and he plops down, the perfect cute surprised expression on his face.

It would bother you that Kaidan seems a little more formal and measured than usual on this first date, except that you already know he's patient and proper to the point of stoicism, so you don't take it for something it's not, and thus push comfortably.

Like sitting next to him instead of across from him so you both can watch something on the holoscreen.

Or offering to wash the dishes, and when he insists on using the dishwasher, playfully teasing him by asking to wash him instead.

"Now, now, that's more of a third date activity for me. Second if you're lucky." He winks.

After dessert and some cuddles as you watch something, you and he seem to realize that your face have been close together for a long while.

Almost on instinct, you both tilt your heads and feel that strange biotic tingle as you kiss - things start to levitate and drift around you as you both lose yourselves, only to run out of air and suddenly focus, everything falling down with pops or clinks or crashes.

"Oops." you chuckle, and Kaidan laughs.

"I'll have to invest in padded flooring. For next time?"

"Next time?"

"I hope you don't think that's the last time I'll be kissing you?"

"It better not be," you grin, and Kaidan kisses you once more.

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Breaking down the comics: The Stranger.

Moon Knight, Issue #15: Ruling the World from His Basement.

Look at how beautiful that cover is!

This is an interesting one. A weird villain, political and racial issues, and some deep Moon Knight issues with trust, identity, and betrayal.

So the comic opens with a Japanese Envoy being shot in the arm. There is narration here, but it isn’t the usual sort. It makes it clear that 1. These are Japanese "jerks" and we aren't supposed to really like them. 2. This is not the first assassination attempt. 3. The fleeing figure that shot him has a very familiar silhouette. A moon shaped sort.

Cut to Central Park, we see Moon Knight chilling in a tree.

"Man do I feel aweful. Too much stress, too many hours riding around in Lockley's stinking cab, not enough sleep or food... All combining to send the sledgehammers crashing on my skull."

Moon Knight once again asserts that he is not Lockley, Steven, or Grant. And he's feeling stretched thin. They aren't taking care of the body.

At this point, they don't have their jobs. There is no real gate keeper, care taker, protector... There is only fighting and Marc who holds all the trauma and self destructs at the drop of a hat.

So here he is, called to meet in the park at night by Detective Flint and someone new.

Sargent Gwenn is with Flint. He tells Moon Knight about the assassination attempt on the Japanese trade minister.

They mention that "after Lennon, Reagan, and the Pope, you can understand why we weren't thrilled."

Yeah, the 80s weren't great for people with power.

Turns out, the meeting is a trap! They're there to arrest Moon Knight for the assassination attempt!

"Did my homework. Learned you once worked freelance. Took on jobs for hire. An odd little group called The Committee was one of your clients. Anybody can turn bad. Especially someone who was semi-sour in the past." -Flint.

This takes us back to Werewolf by night. Moon Knight was hired by The Committee to track down Jack Russell.

Which shows that Moon Knight himself used to work for hire. Much like Marc Spector.

One has to wonder about that. Perhaps it was when they first came back from the desert and the death experience. Marc only knowing one way of life and trying to do better than mercenary work but not knowing how. Moon Knight blending? Still unsure of his own individuality?

Anyways, the cops surround Moon Knight and Flint walks away.

Moon Knight feels betrayed by Flint. "You're making a mistake, Flint! And you're going to regret it!"

He easily fights off the cops. They don't have the training he does.

They open fire on him and he easily avoids the bullets. Perhaps instincts from their time on the battlefield.

"I mean it Flint...You're wrong! Dead wrong! And I'll be hanged if I'm going to pay for your mistake!"

Moon Knight is not in a good mood. Probably could have handled things better, but at this point he is feeling persecuted and attacked. The body already is feeling terrible and now it's in danger.

He runs off only to see the cops put a woman in danger when they shoot down a tree that starts to fall towards her.

He saves life and still manages to get away.

The police remark on the fact that Moon Knight just saved an Indian woman. Flint asks Sargent Gwenn "Are you sure it was Moon Knight you saw at the airport? Absolutely certain?"

He comments that it doesn't make sense, but he's been around a while and "anybody can turn bad."

Moon Knight makes it to Jake's parked cab and quickly changes back to Jake.

The headache continues, but Lockley heads out to try to figure out why he's being accused of something he didn't do.

He heads to Gena's diner. He apparently gave her phone number as the one Flint can use to reach him.

While he's talking to Gena and Crawley, you see a Japanese family in the background complaining about the service. They eventually leave after being ignored.

An interesting thing to include. Especially with the Japanese dignitary in town.

And while it is written and displayed to show them being a bit rowdy and demanding of service, it also clearly shows Gena only interacting with Jake and Crawley.

While talking about the incident at the airport, Jake complains about his headache getting worse.

Gena asks him when the last time he ate was, as it's after 9pm.

"Nine! I forgot about Grant's charity shindig at the mansion!"

He runs out without eating.

Back at the mansion, we find an extremely upset Marlene. It's after ten.

"Tell her ta hold her horses just a little longer till I can change ta stuffed shirt Steven Grant." He mutters at Samules as he parks his cab.

When Marlene comes at him for his tardiness.

"Please, Marlene. I've got an excruciating headache and I'm in no mood!"

"Trouble, Steven?"

"Only as Moon Knight. Grant, Lockley, and Spector are just fine, thank you."

"I'm sorry, Steven. I shouldn't be so selfish. I know the pressures you're under. Trying to be four different people... But you're not really having trouble again, are you-Psychological trouble?"

"No, Marlene, I'm not. You helped me out of THAT dark hole...And I'm still standing on firm ground."

Ohhhhh he's a liar.

Liar liar, Steven! Denial is a strong one here.

Marlene takes a cheap shot and it hits home here:

"I know YOU'RE alright, Steven... It's just Marc Spector I worry about...And sometimes Jake Lockley... Even Moon Knight... I know it's stilly, but I sometimes think you won't be able to keep them all under control. That they'll do something to spoil what we've made of you."

OOOHHHH snap. With as much infighting as they already do, that was a call to arms and Steven heard it.

Moon Knight was already complaining about Lockley's cab, lack of sleep, and lack of food. Lockley was resentful of fancy pants Steven. And now she's gone and put the fear of Marc ruining things into the mix.

I'mma say it: Marlene is a complicated character to like in early Moon Knight.

You are supposed to like her. She's self sufficient. She can handle herself. She can fight. She puts up with all the Moon Knight stuff. She rescues them on more than one occasion. She's compassionate and often comforts them and seems to help stabilize and ground them.

But she is also pretty toxic a lot of the time.

She plays favorites, makes them question who they are and what the others are up to. She even often makes them question their own mental health.

Steven joins his party and greets his guests. He puts on a show of the socialite but:

"Privately, behind the social mask, he is still haunted by Marlene's words."

The next day, we see a man at the toy shop purchasing doll clothes. He says they are for his friends. Many many little friends.

I'll say it, he's a white man and it's clear he's in the upper class part of town. He smiles and greets all the fellow white people around him.

As he walks, we have narration.

"In this section of the city, you can't notice it. You'd almost think the problem didn't exist. Indeed, it's almost like it used to be...

But as he nears his home, it becomes more and more apparent, the grim reality facing him and every other god fearing American."

We see pictures of a smiling black man, a black woman, an asian man.

"Yes. Here the problem is all too obvious. The fragmentation and disintegration of American society. It's gotten so an honest working man can't even live where he belongs. He's forced now to live among the very filth which is causing the problem."

He enters his home and goes to the basement where he has control of his environment and rules his own world.

It goes on to mention that here, he isn't alone. His friends give him ideas much like the TV and bible do.

He pulls out the doll outfits he bought, little army outfits.

"Time to face the problem, my friends, and I have some gifts which should help us. We all know what the problem is, don't we? Foreigners. Foreign Devils. Slowly but surely extinguishing the light of America."

He rants about the "invasion of America". About the dilution of American blood and the fragmentation of the economy.

He talks about the underselling of American made goods with cheap and inferior products, forcing American businesses out of the market, lost jobs, crime waves, drugs...

He then talks about a hierarchy of ethnicity. How "blacks have been here so long they're almost American". He talks about how because of the Asians taking all the work, the Blacks have to turn to crime.

He dresses the rats as soldiers.

He then talks about Moon Knight. Moon Knight saving the life of the Indian woman, in particular.

"He's been stained, blemished. He's evil. I hate him. They're wrong, of course, but they tell me it's called Xenophobia. A fear of strangers... Of any one different..."

He claims he will kill them all.

Side note: This is still relevant. I remember growing up in the 90s there was a huge "Made in America" movement. It comes back every few years. Encouraged to purchase American made only to support our economy as if there aren't other problems with big business vs. local small business.

I also remember the increased news and feelings that were pushed on us about the foreigners taking all the jobs.

This is still happening. There are still too many people that feel and teach this. 1980s is still relevant today.

Anyways: Back at Grant Mansion....

Moon Knight is suited up and ready to go. But Marlene and Frenchie tell him not to go. The police are still after him!

But Moon Knight has learned that the Japanese minister is supposed to go do something big soon and the threat on his life is still there.

"The three of us have worked hard to make Moon Knight worthy of respect. What do I do with my respect if I don't even try to stop that assassination?"

Marlene and Frenchie have nothing to say. They hate it, but they let him go.

But as he flies away on the chopper:

"His primary goal, of course, is to prevent a death- But even as the chopper lifts him from the roof, he feels the nag of a secondary goal as well... To prove that last night's headache was just that- and not the residue of a memory blackout. God help him if he has to fight himself."

OH FUUUUUUU---

Memory blackout headache? Fighting himself?

Things are not fine at all in Moon Knight land. The fact that he is aware of time loss and headaches being a symptom is just… This is fucking amazing. DID was not classified properly at this time, much less well researched or discussed. And the fact that Moon Knight is aware of it means that this is a problem the system has encountered before.

As much as the system is in denial and covert, it’s just one more little special little nod to the fact that Marc Spector has been dealing with this for a lot longer than since he was killed and brought back.

Here, we arrive at City Hall where the Japanese minister is about to give a speech.

The Mayor talks about the important of maintaining relations with Japan. About how we accept imports into New York and send exports to Japan.

He talks about friction with 'some Japanese Imports..."

Again, I'll say it. 1980s. There was a lot of asian racism taking place that lasted well into the 90s. Along with the 'red scare' and cold war, we were not on friendly terms with China. Vietnam had just ended. Korean war was glossed over and forgotten.

Not to mention that most Americans can't tell anyone apart. Today, the tensions have subsided, but there is still a lot of Asian racism present in America.

Moon Knight arrives at the scene. He...He does his thing...

Frenchie: How will you approach zee scene?"

MK: Only way I know how.

With Style. That's how.

He lurks on the roof tops and waits.

And he sees a man dressed as a giant rat with a gun running towards the stand.

He dives down, but the police spot him.

The rat calls himself "Xenos". (Little on the head there).

The bodyguards manage to protect the Minister until Moon Knight tackles the rat.

The rat makes a run for it and dives into an open sewer!

But the police are closer and head in before Moon Knight can add a count to his sewer man tally. (I was so disappointed).

The police lose him in the sewer. But now the police at least know he isn't Moon Knight.

Later at Grant Mansion, he's watching the news and has a sudden realization.

"Not disappeared... But blended in."

The rat is pissed and decides Moon Knight is the problem and must first be eliminated before he can go after the foreigners again.

But here we see Moon Knight heading to a house.

"Getting this address wasn't easy. Steven Grant had to tug pretty hard on more than a few strings..."

It's a cop's house!

He slips inside easily. He starts to look for signs that this is the cop he's after.

He browses the book shelves, noting that he seems like a bit of a "Right-Wing nut".

Then he finds a scrapbook.

Yeah... The "Holocaust propaganda". This...This is a big deal. This is dangerous. This is even more of a problem today than it was in 1980s and that's depressing. I won't go on about this, because that would be quite extensive and long.... But just know that including this in a Moon Knight comic was pretty important.

(also history lesson! "The House of Rothschild". A 1934 American film.

It's about a Jewish banker with five sons and how they went on to become a powerful bank. It's based off the real Rothschild. It discusses using financial backing in times of war to make money and eventually become the richest, most powerful people/bank in the world. (a very very basic summary)

It was supposed to be an attack on Nazism and anti-semitism while Hitler was coming to power. It was made by non-Jewish people and cast with non-Jewish people. The Jewish Anti-Defamation League had major concerns about the film.

It won a lot of awards and some Jewish leagues and papers endorsed it.

However, a scene from the movie was used in German antisemitic propaganda and it seemed to encourage fears and resentment of Jewish people holding all the money and belief that this was the reason Germany lost WWI and fell into depression.

So... That's interesting! )

Moench had a lot to say with his Moon Knight comics.

He wrote for other comics, of course, but I feel like he only really said things like this and included things like this in his Moon Knight run.

Anyways, Needless to say, Moon Knight is not thrilled.

He finds a hidden room with a makeup table for his disguises.

"A makeup mirror. It fits...But what scares me the most about this guy is the similarity between us. We both play roles adopting different guises to--"

He doesn't get to finish his potentially destructive thought as he's immediately hit in the head by a jar of goo.

He realizes that it's rat food he's been covered in, and the rats are hungry!

Two things I want to say about this page.

There he is face down on the floor again.

He spends the next few panels rolling on the floor.

There is no way that the rat guy can know that Moon Knight is Jewish. But what he says to him is heavily coded. Things Marc probably heard a lot growing up when bullied by antisemites. It’s a little too close for home.

Moon Knight has a little freakout here. He rolls around, flinging rats everywhere and yelling "Get off me!"

He's been under a lot of stress lately.

Now he's trapped in the house of someone that idolizes Hitler and tells him that he deserves to die while under threat of being eaten by rats.

This is not going to do wonders for his mental health and stress. Not to mention past trauma.

He calls up Frenchie to give chase to the rat guy.

He rips off the rat mask and finds someone he doesn't know. He is unsettled at first until he realizes that he's wearing makeup and a fake beard.

(Considering Jake wears a fake mustache I'm not sure why he's so surprised)

And the rat Xenos man is Sargent Gwenn!

They fall into a hardware store and Gwenn gets the upper hand! But then he steps on a rat trap and Moon Knight manages to punch him out.

He drags Gwenn out to the police and finds Flint.

"I'm sorry. Gwenn was a good man. But like I said. Anyone can turn bad. Even a cop. There are stresses. Frustrations."

"Yeah. I know all about it. Now if you'll excuse me, Flint... I think I feel another headache coming on."

He returns back to the mansion and you see him talking to Marlene and Frenchie, still in his Moon Knight outfit with the mask off.

"--Not that I ever actually BELIEVED I was the assassin, but...Well, like a certain cop has said...Any Mind can go bad, and maybe, in a way, I did do it... We seem to be living in a nightmare these days. Maybe in a way, we all did it."

Frenchie: A sobering thought, Marc.

Marlene: Yes, but at least you have the strength and sense to admit something like that, Steven. Maybe if we keep at it, keep trying, we'll all wake up someday soon..."

Here the comic ends.

So let’s look at this issue.

Go back to the asian family sitting at the diner asking for service and eventually leaving because they are ignored.

The Indian woman that was put in danger by the police.

The use of Holocaust denial.

The rich white neighborhood that fades to the poor crime ridden and predominantly black neighborhood.

The hero of our story is the son of Jewish Immigrants that fled genocide. On the surface, he is a white man and fits into Xenos' little fairy tale.

All while the story of tolerance, racism, antisemitism, classism, and genocide is taking place….Moon Knight is struggling with his mental identity and overall health.

The topic of taking care of the body and communication between the four of them is not resolved, but we get to see him talking about his fear that he has a new unknown alter that is hurting people.

It’s the current day trope of “There’s an evil alter” that has done so much harm to the DID community. But in this case, it’s Moon Knight that is afraid. He has reason to doubt himself and with his fear of Marc and what Marc can do and does to himself, perhaps he was even afraid that it was Marc causing harm.

A lot of people are afraid of the mentally ill (DID, bipolar, Schizophrenics, and PTSD in particular) and their reason is that they are afraid the afflicted person is going to hurt them.

Many times, when surrounded by this ideology and considering the time period where it wasn’t uncommon for someone to be deemed hysterical and locked up for failure to blend into society… A lot of people internalize and start to believe things about themselves.

Told over and over again that something is wrong with him, that his sanity is fragile, and that he is being watched like a hawk for any slip up of not knowing who he is, Moon Knight starts to doubt himself.

Xenophobia was the topic of this issue and that means “Fear of Strangers”.

Moon Knight’s fear was fear that the stranger was himself.

This issue wanted to show that anyone and everyone is capable of racism. Just because you are not white does not mean you cannot be racist. Just because you fall into a persecuted person category doesn’t mean that you can’t prosecute someone else.

We can all do better. The first step is recognizing it and trying.

#Moon Knight #Moon Knight comics #Meta #analyzing the comics #Marc Spector #Steven Grant #Jake Lockley #marlene alraune #moon knight meta #The comics got deep #Sitting here screaming about Moon Knight #LOOK AT EVERYTHING HE MANAGES TO FIT INTO THIS ONE #This issue was a real treat #Someone give Moon Knight a hug #He and Flint better make up #Ya'll thought this was just a comic #This stuff is everything #I could scream about this all day

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